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As soon as we got to the hallway, she turned to me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“You good now?” she whispered.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Still feel heavy, though.”

I looked at her, hands sliding to her waist. “You always know when I’m off, huh?”

“I do. And I don’t press when you ain’t ready to talk. But I’m here. Always.”

That right there? That was everything. All the chaos I dealt with, all the blood and dirt that came with who I was, none of it ever changed the fact that this woman was home.

She leaned up and kissed me—slow and deep, like she needed to pull the stress right out of my chest. She broke the kiss and started to walk away, but I caught her by the waist and pulled her back against me.

“You tryna walk away from me after kissing me like that?” I whispered against her neck.

“I kissed you ’cause I missed you,” she murmured, pushing her ass into me. “But if you tryna do something… do it.”

That was all the invitation I needed.

I slammed the bedroom door behind us, spun her around, and pushed her back against it. Her breath hitched when my hand slid into her bra and squeezed her breasts. I pulled her bra off in one move and went straight for those nipples, sucking and biting until she moaned.

“Buck…”

“Mhm, I moaned with her nipple in my mouth.”

I picked her up, carried her to the bed, and threw her down like she liked it. She loved that rough shit and I loved giving it to her.

“Lay back and shut up,” I said.

I yanked her shorts down, dragging her panties off with my teeth, and buried my face between her thighs before she could say another word. Her thighs clamped around my head as I licked and sucked every part of her pussy like it was the last meal I was ever gone get.

“Fuck, baby,” she cried out, arching her back. “You tryna kill me?”

“I want you damn near unconscious when I’m done.”

“Then don’t stop.”

I didn’t. Not until her legs were shaking, and she was begging me to either finish her or fuck her.

I stood, undressed slow, letting her watch. My dick was already hard and leaking, and she licked her lips like she wanted me to lodge my shit in her esophagus. Hovering over her, I grabbed her throat. “You want me to fuck you like I hate you or make love to you like I can’t live without you?”

“Both.”

I flipped her over, yanked her to the edge of the bed, and slid in from behind, deep, and slow, making her gasp and clutch the sheets.

“Fuck, Goldie,” I growled.

Smack.

I slapped her ass hard, watching the jiggle ripple down her back.

“Talk yo’ shit, baby.”

“Fuck me, Buck…shit,” she whimpered.

I gripped her hips and went deeper, pounding her until her moans turned into choked cries and curses. She was loud, nasty, wet, and exactly how I liked her. Every stroke hit with purpose, and every sound she made just pushed me further.

“You loud as hell,” I muttered.

“Then shut me up.”

I reached around, covered her mouth with one hand while choking her with the other, my strokes never letting up. Her eyes rolled, and her body trembled as she came around me again, pussy gripping me so tight it almost pulled the soul outta me.

“Fuck, Goldie. You gone make me lose it in this pussy.”

“Do it,” she whispered hoarsely. “Fill me up, Daddy.”

“Say that shit again,” I demanded, pounding harder.

“F-fuck…fill me up Daddy,” she cried out.

That did it.

I groaned as I emptied my seeds inside of her. My hips jerked with the last few strokes before collapsing beside her. Her legs were twitching, and her chest rising fast. We laid there, breathless. Sweaty. Tangled up in sheets and each other.

After a few minutes, she rolled over and smirked.

“Feel better?”

“Hell yeah.” I squeezed her ass.

She laughed, then curled into me, leg tossed over mine.

“I love you, Lincoln.”

“I love you too, shorty.” I kissed her forehead and drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

***

The next night, I was at my old penthouse to meet Armani’s dumb ass.

I hadn’t used the space in a minute, but it still smelled like control and bad decisions.

Marc had set the interview up like I asked.

Told Armani the meeting spot, didn’t ask any questions.

That’s why I kept him around. He knew when to talk and when to shut the fuck up.

I stood by the window, looking down at the city lights, arms folded, and locs tied back. Until I heard the door click. She walked in like she was owed something.

“I knew you wouldn’t pass up the chance to get with me again,” she smirked.

I turned slowly. Let her feel the weight of my stare.

“You here for an interview, right?”

She smiled. “I’m here for whatever you want me to be here for, Buck.”

I said nothing.

She walked closer, slowly, trying to be sexy. “I missed you. You ain’t call, ain’t text… I figured maybe you forgot what this pussy feel like.”

I still didn’t speak.

Her smile faltered, just a little. “You mad at me?”

I finally stepped forward; eyes locked on hers. “You remember the last time we saw each other?”

She blinked. “Yeah, but—”

“You fought Goldie while she was pregnant wit’ my son. You could’ve killed him,” I snarled.

She sucked her teeth. “That was years ago, Buck. I was young—dumb.”

“You still dumb.”

“What?”

I closed the distance.

“You think I’m stupid? You think popping back up with a tight shirt and a memory gone get you yo’ job back and a spot in my life?”

“I just wanted to work—”

“—No, you wanted to get close. Wanted to slide in like old times. Thought I was still up to the same old shit.”

Her face dropped.

I pulled my gun from under my jacket, not raising it—just letting it show.

Her breath caught. “You serious?”

“You ever see me joke?”

“Buck… c’mon. I’ll leave…I promise.”

“Oh, I know. Just not like the way you think, though.” I smirked.

She backed up slowly. “I didn’t mean no harm—”

“But you did. And if you meant it or not, don’t change what happens next.”

“Buck, please—”

Before she could process what was happening, I let a bullet pierce her forehead, silencing her forever. I looked down at her body like it was trash needing to be taken out.

I pulled out my phone and sent a text.

Come get this handled.

James: On it.

I cleaned my hands in the kitchen, changed my shirt, and took the private elevator down.

What I didn’t expect was Goldie standing there, leaning against the wall with her arms folded. Black jeans, hoodie, and that look in her eye like she already knew too much.

“…The fuck you doin’ here?”

She raised a brow. “Better question is, what are you doin’ here?”

My jaw flexed. “Business.”

“Funny. That’s what you said on the phone when I overheard you ask Marc did the bitch respond to meeting you here?” She cocked her head to the side.

I stepped toward her. “You following me now?”

“I live with you. You talk loud. And I got ears, nigga.”

I stared at her…she stared back.

“You better not have fucked that bitch,” she said, calm but deadly.

“I didn’t.”

She stepped up, nose to nose. “Swear on Benny.”

“I’ain even touch her. I handled what needed to be handled. That’s it.”

She looked at me for a long moment, then kissed me, then pulled back.

“If I ever catch you slipping? You better hope death finds you before I do.”

I grinned.

“Damn, I love you.”

“I know.”