Page 5 of June: When Gangstas Collide

Tonight’s bullshit was the icing on the cake. First, I was summoned to an elite society I knew nothing about. Was my mother a part of that shit, too, at some point? Then Chevy pops up on some bullshit as usual, only pissing me off more. I get into a shootout now, Indigo is trying to leave a nigga.

I jumped up from the couch and rushed outside to catch Indigo before she took off. There was no way I was losing her over this nigga Chevy. She had just gotten in the car when I walked up to the window. She turned to look at me with tears in her eyes.

“Open the door, Indigo.”

“No!”

she shouted.

The more she told me no, the more frustrated I became. I was already going through so many fucking emotions, and her walking away was only going to add to the stress that I had. I was afraid she would fuck up her sobriety. I was afraid she would venture so far that she couldn’t be saved.

“Baby, please. We can discuss whatever you’d like. Come on,”

I begged again.

“Bishop, I said—”

Before I knew it, my fist went through the window. Indigo screamed as her hands covered her head. I opened the door, removed her seatbelt, and picked her up.

“Bishop put me the fuck down! You’re crazy as hell!”

she screamed.

“I am, baby, and the day you gave me that pussy, you should have known,”

I grumbled as I walked her back inside the house.

I carried her to the kitchen, then put her down as I stood in front of her. Her wild eyes stared at me before they traveled down to my hand, “Look, you're bleeding,”

she said as she ran to the sink, grabbing a wet towel.

I didn’t give a fuck about the blood. What I cared about was not losing my girl. Indigo turned around with a towel in her hand and came back to me. She stood in front of me as she tried to clean the blood. I glanced down at her pretty, chocolate face. In my mind, I knew every move I’ve made was for the sake of Indigo, but she saw it as me being a menace. I was trying to figure out how I could get her to see shit from my side of the spectrum. Indigo was stubborn, and I knew that bringing her back inside the house wouldn't change her decision, and that this moment with her was only temporary.

If I couldn’t get her to change her mind by talking, I figured what better way to do it than to give her something she loved just as much, sex. So, tonight, I would give her this dick, but in the morning, I was going to be back on my bullshit.

No matter how much I tried to rationalize things in my head from the elites, Naheem, my mother, to Chevy and his fucked up Zoo, I couldn’t.

I leaned down and kissed her, and although she was mad, she accepted my kiss. As always, our kiss wasn’t just lips to lips. It was wet and nasty. The sound of our passion echoed through the kitchen walls. I lifted her with one arm as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

I fiddled with my pants with my free hand while Indigo sopped up my face with her lips and tongue. She wore nothing underneath her maxi dress, which made it easier for me to access the love she held between her legs.

“I love you the long way, baby,”

I whispered in her ear as I eased her onto me.

Indigo’s head fell back as my dick took over her insides. With my arm wrapped around her, I began moving her body in a circle on top of me.

“I could never get enough of this pussy, a nigga swear,”

I grumbled.

Up, and around.

The way her pussy gripped me always sent a nigga.

“Mmm,” I moaned.

Up, and around.

“Bishop, I-ooh, yes,”

she moaned.

Up, and around.

“Fuck this,”

I grunted.

Up, and around.

“Fuck!” I roared.

I put Indigo down because I wanted to dive deeper into her, and with Indigo, sex could never be basic. I spun her around, slamming her against the island. She turned and batted her pretty fucking eyes at me.

“If shit gets uncomfortable, you know the safe word.”

She nodded slowly. I placed one of her legs on the island, pushing the dress above her waist. I reached in front of her, gripping her neck and squeezing.

“You know a nigga love you right?”

I asked as I slid my dick up and down her pussy lips.

She blew out a sharp breath. “Yes,”

her moan-like cry came falling from her lips.

With that, I entered her. I began stroking her pussy the way I’d always done. My grip around her neck became tighter the further I moved inside of her. The wound on my hand throbbed the tighter I squeezed, but I didn’t care. Indigo took in small sips of air as our bodies became acquainted. I shook my head as it fell forward and landed on her face. “Grrr,”

I growled in her ear, then took her lobe into my mouth.

She tried moving her hips to meet my motion, but I was beyond where she was. Tighter. The feeling was consuming me so much that I hadn’t realized that those sips of air she was taking in had become silent. I released her neck, and Indigo belted a moan that made me nut right then. Both our panting had become in sync with London’s as she sat behind us on the floor, looking confused.

Indigo looked at her and laughed.

“She wasn’t supposed to see that, Bishop.”

“Man, her ass has been seeing it all this time as long as she's keeping it cute. Ain’t that right, daddy’s princess?”

I cooed.

“Won’t be no hoochie poochie for you, huh.”

“Bishop,”

Indigo called out.

I turned to look at her, and the laugh that she had only seconds ago was gone.

“That didn’t fix anything. Please do not follow me because I meant what I said,”

she finished as she backed out of the kitchen.

I watched her disappear into the foyer until I heard the door close. I couldn’t believe my relationship was dying because of a nigga’s pride.

“Amen.”

I closed my bible and stood from my desk. The burnt orange trim of the sun was peeking through the horizon, signaling to me that the day was beginning. I tried to be steadfast in my priorities with God. I wake up at five a.m., study my word, and say a prayer to start my day. I came out of my office to a silent house. I glanced down the hall before I went downstairs. I figured that with Pretty gone, I would feel lonely, as if I were missing something, but in fact, I felt at peace.

It's crazy how I had said so many prayers for us, and those prayers went unheard. See, the thing was, Pretty wasn’t a bad person, but she wasn’t for me. When we got to Toussaint, things were cool until she started doing weird shit. She would hide a nigga’s bible, or if I tried praying, she would interrupt me on purpose. Pretty wanted all my attention, even if it meant I gave God none. She wanted me to be what she wanted me to be, rather than me being myself.

She and I started wrong, and I knew that, but in my mind, if we were able to survive all that we did back in California, then we could see anything through. However, the plan changed, and I wasn’t going to question it. This was a second chance for me to get it right, not just in my choice of women, but also in finding a balance between my two worlds.

I had accepted that I wasn’t a perfect man. I had flaws, and God knew my heart. However, to do good in the world, I wanted to create a realistic environment for young adults seeking direction. It was very unconventional, but it was reality, and that’s what I wanted to preach about.

I jogged down the steps and into the kitchen. I put on a pot of coffee and grabbed a few things from the fridge to make breakfast. I need to feed my soul before I step out into Satan’s den. I ducked down to grab a pot when I heard her voice.

“Every morning like clockwork, you pray, you make coffee, and breakfast. Every morning you walk around with no shirt, tempting me, yet serve no dick.”

I slowly turned toward her.

“I would ask how you got in, but the Lord said don’t.”

Pretty came around the island and stood in front of me.

“The Lord said, or God knows. What does Prentice say?”

She paused.

“At one point, you couldn’t keep your hands off of me. Now you act like I’m some disease.”

She was so beautiful and very tempting. Navanna’s curves sat perfectly. She had thick thighs, a belly that hung over slightly, and a face card that never declined, but that was the problem. She was like the snake in the Garden of Eden. She wanted me to bite from the same fruit she did and forget everything that had been instilled in me. She came closer to me, letting her hand slowly slide up my stomach. I shook my head.

“The flesh is weak. Lawd, the flesh is weak,”

I muttered as I pulled away.

I could see the disappointment in her eyes. Usually, when she looked this way, it did something to me. It made me pull her in and give her what she wanted, but I didn’t feel anything. That’s when I knew Pretty’s and my time was up. We didn’t have the same vision. Was I perfect? No. Was I trying? Yes. Pretty nodded because she felt the same energy as I did. She knew it was over. I didn’t know what her next move was, but I hoped it didn’t end with deranged.

Once she had left the house, my phone began to vibrate. I pulled it from my pocket to see that the contractors were at the church. I needed to hurry and get there to let them in and get started. Although I had the church, I didn’t want it to be churchy, but more welcoming to the youth. I wanted an environment where they felt like starting over wasn’t pressure because I was starting over myself, and I needed no pressure at all.