Page 1 of June: When Gangstas Collide

My hand gently held the back of her head as her curly roots tickled the tips of my fingers. Her body arched perfectly while my free hand slid across the small of her back. Every time her body swayed back and forth on top of me, a nigga fell deeper in love. Zaria’s closed eyes said she was in her favorite part of our universe, and as much as she didn’t want to leave, neither did I. It had been three months since I’d been able to touch her the way I wanted. Any minute, I got to escape to the Calloverse, I did.

The sun slowly rose over the trees and bushes. The way the little piece of orange that rimmed the sun kissed her skin was angelic. I leaned forward, blessing her neck with my tongue as it slid down between her breasts. I stopped as I caught the thump of her heartbeat because it was moving in sync with mine. Who would have thought that a nigga like me could get so lucky, with everything I’ve done?

I love you so much, Z.

Mmm, June, you have no idea.

She tilted her head forward and placed her forehead against mine. Her big curly hair was like a shield as we kissed underneath. Peck to the lips. Another then another. Zaria lifted slightly to the tip of my dick and rocked her body back and forth slowly as she came back down. My lips disappeared between my teeth because the way her vegan pussy kissed the tip of my dick, then licked him up, was unmatched.

“Open your legs wider,”

I mumbled into her mouth.

When she opened her legs, I tucked my arms under them and allowed her legs to rest on my arms. My hands gripped her waist as I picked her up. I didn’t care about her pregnant belly; I didn’t care if my niggas were watching from their windows. All I cared about in this moment was Zaria. My love, my confidant, my unborn child’s mother, my Bonnie to this Clyde, and my fucking wife. Every time she kissed a nigga, I got lost in our universe, and I knew there was no way out of it.

I carried her toward the gazebo we had put in the backyard. I gently set her on the wooden rail and got lost. I began swimming deep inside Zaria, and her moans turned into sweet melodies. “Ooo yes,”

she moaned.

I became focused on a flower, one that I didn’t know had grown in my backyard. A feeling came over me, and I began to question whether I was seeing this for a reason. A Black Calla Lily? The more I stared, the angrier I got. To see this flower in all places, my yard, settled in me. The strokes that I have been giving to Z were of love, but now they were of aggression. Death? Loss? Grief? That’s what the fucking flower represented. My eyes bounced on a family of them. One, two, three, four, five. Five fucking calla lilies.

Harder stroke.

Z’s body moved to match my thrusts. Her moans turned into loving whines.

“June, don’t stop!”

she shouted.

Why was I seeing this fucking flower? I was given a second chance, but was this God’s way of telling me he had put another limit on my life yet again?

Stroke harder.

“Fuck yes!”

Zaria screamed. “Oooo.”

My eyes landed on Z as she was in a moment of passion, while I was in a moment of confusion. My eyes traveled down to her beautiful belly.

Stroke harder.

My child.

Stroke harder.

Ain’t no fucking way. Death? Loss? Grief? My face began getting hot. The anger in me rose, and I had gone from making love to my wife to fucking her. Zaria was cummin’ because her pussy muscles had gotten tighter and thumped around my dick. My eyes focused back on that fucking flower as my hands moved from Z’s waist and one extended over her shoulder. She exploded in our universe while I snatched the fucking flower from the vine.

I held it tightly in my hand, staring at it, trying to figure out why it was here. Why hadn’t I seen it before? I knew shit happened for a reason, and a nigga like me prayed death wasn’t near. Zaria kissed my neck softly.

“I love you, baby. I love you so much. Can you promise me that you will behave now that you’re better?”

I pulled my eyes away from the flower as I looked back at Zaria. She was scared. She wanted the same nigga she met back in California. I was still him, but stronger, healthier, and in my element. I was the protector, and now that we were about to have a family, nothing or no one was going to come between us. Not even this black calla lily. I kissed her lips.

“I promise, Chevy Promise,”

I told her.

She nodded slowly. “Good.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed me tightly. My eyes landed back on the flower that I held over her shoulder. If this symbolized a demise was coming, I was about to be a muhfuckin monster. I was going to fight back any way I could for the sake of my family.

I was fully emerging into June Calloway.

I tried to control the tears that rolled down my face when June left, but I failed. They won the battle. I was breaking inside because although everyone saw June and me as a king and queen, we were merely a married couple that was hiding behind a shadow. The Zoo-Cue was supposed to be a moment where everyone, including us, could try to fix the seeping holes in our relationships and get back to what we all were before coming to Toussaint.

The idea sounded good until it was time to put things into place. Since he had decided to go on his rampage to destroy someone else’s life, he was in fact destroying his own. I tried to tell him that it wasn’t Bishop’s fault the nursery was burned down after Samara shared with me, but he had already caused damage beyond repair. At first, I understood his anger, his need to reign over his crew, his thirst to be a ruler, his need to conquer all before what he thought was the end, but now it had gone too far, and he had become a menace.

I fell in love with a great man, a man with passion, with a need to prove that he was king, a man whose pride was so big he couldn’t admit that he fucked up. We were having a child soon and even that couldn’t stop him. When everything happened with Dio, I knew things were changing. Then we got Samara, precious, sweet Samara, who has become a light for both him and me, but it also made our house an unrealistic one for the sake of her.

I walked away from Yana’s bedside after June left the room. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this, nor did I want to ruin the happy and beautiful moment for Diamond and Rayana. As soon as I stepped outside of the room, Zeus, Preach, and Foe stepped in front of me.

“Z, are you okay?” Zu asked.

Another tear fell.

“I’m ok. Birth of babies makes me emotional,” I lied.

Another tear. I glanced up at Preach, whose eyes locked with mine.

“Are you sure? You want me to go get Chev?”

Foe asked.

I shook my head.

“No, I promise I’m okay.”

There was nothing his friends could do to fix the situation. My biggest fear was losing him. Before it was his illness, now it was him not coming home because he allowed his ego to get the best of him, and it would end in bloodshed. It didn’t matter that Indigo and I tried building a relationship to serve as an example for June or Bishop. What mattered was that one was trying to be better than the next. Two alphas, two egos, and two prideful men that would not let up on each other because the words, I’m sorry or I fucked up were something neither of them could say.

I had gone out to the waiting area with the girls to see if Dio could give me a ride home when I noticed he was gone, too. Samara got up from the chair and came over to me, “Zaria, are you ok?”

I gave her a forced smile, “Yes, just a little tired. Where is Dio?” I asked.

“Oh, he left with Chevy.”

Dio left with Chevy? I didn’t know what it was about, but I hoped he didn’t threaten him because he and Samara had a thing. He was doing his best to be a better version of himself, and it reminded me much of Chevy. From where he started when I met him until now, I was proud of Dionysus, and I wouldn’t choose any other guy for Samara. If June knew like I did, he would leave the two alone and let them experience this young love, fresh love, a feeling that I missed from when he and I first started.

Samara dug her hand in her bag and pulled out some keys.

“Let me take you home. Chevy offered to let me take the Caprice to make sure we got home, but I didn’t want to drive that big box of steel, so Dio gave me the keys to his car.”

She smiled.

“The keys to his brand-new G-Wagon?”

I asked, shocked.

Now I knew she and Dio were having sex because the Dio I know wouldn’t do that. I allowed her to lead the way. By the time I got home, the tears had dried up, and I had become annoyed because if his ass were out there doing something reckless, just as he did earlier today, it would show me that he didn’t care about what I felt but cared more about winning a war. Two gangstas were colliding to reign king, but both were losing at something called love.