Page 53 of June: When Gangstas Collide

Zaria and I arrived home and as badly as I wanted to lie down and hold her, I knew we needed to discuss the shit that happened a few days ago. There were a lot of things said that I wanted to address. She sat in her car and hadn’t moved since we pulled up. My eyes focused on her because I wasn’t sure what she was thinking. Maybe she thought, just as I did at one point, that our home, which was supposed to be filled with love, had become loveless.

Baby, let me explain.

I’m ready, I just needed a minute. June?

Yes, Z?

How did we get here?

That question tore me apart inside because my intentions with Zaria were never to be this way. I knew we weren’t perfect, but at least the love we shared would be strong enough to overcome the problems we would face. However, we had come to a point where we had to face the truth that the king and queen’s castle had been broken.

I got out of the car, walked over to her window, and tapped on it. Her head turned as her teary eyes looked at me. I opened the door and reached out for her hand.

“We don’t have to go in there, Z, we can do it out here, but either way, I will not walk away until we talk about it.”

When she took my hand, I helped her out of the car. I led her toward the house. She gripped my hand tightly.

I’m scared this is our end.

Never Z, this is our real beginning. Come on.

When we entered the house, I took in all the shit I had fucked up. The air was even different. I had changed the dynamic in my home, and now I needed to fix it. I turned to Zaria, “You want to sit down?”

“No, June, I don’t. Let me say I’m not sorry for what I said, but I am sorry that I didn’t listen to you fully. With your name and our marriage. But I—”

I placed my finger to her lips to stop her. That shit wasn’t her fault, and, in that moment, I had misplaced my anger toward her.

“No, don’t apologize. Zaria, my name is something I will deal with. I was upset, confused and not thinking logically. Z, I’ve been harboring things inside me that I thought I had released when I was on that road, but I didn’t. You gave yourself to a broken man who took those broken pieces of his life and moved them around like a puzzle.”

Eyes on me. A tear fell from her eyes. Another then another and that turned my hood nigga heart into mush.

“I-I had been trying to figure out how I could move those broken pieces back into place, June. Since the day I met you, I knew you came from a dark place, but when you and I spent our first night together in Arizona, I knew then that you weren’t broken, you just needed love. The right love. I know you have sacrificed a lot for everyone else, but when are you going to do the same for yourself? You cannot run a kingdom and forget about home. June, if you do that, your kingdom will fall apart, and I will not be there.”

I blew out a sharp breath because she was saying to my face that if I didn’t work on myself, she was leaving. I didn’t want to be alone because I’ve spent enough years being alone. A tear had now dropped from my eyes.

“Z, I- I don’t know how to not be there for others. I came from a place where I wasn’t helped. I had to figure shit out on my own, so if it means I have to help the next nigga then—”

She shook her head as she walked past me toward King.

“You know why I like King?”

she sniffled.

“I like King because no matter what environment he’s in, with the right kind of love and nourishment, he reigns over everything. King knows when to stop growing to allow his roots to grow. June, I’m not asking you to stop being Chevy, all I’m asking is that you know when to turn him on and off. I need you to know when it’s time to be June, the man I fell in love with. June, the father to his children. June, the little boy who grew up into a man with a heart of gold. June, the man who created Chevy. Just like King, he knows when to be the Monstera, the plant he is.”

I stood there listening to her say how she felt and it broke me down. Zaria had never asked me for anything. All she wanted was the part of me that I had been suppressing. She wanted June. I moved closer toward her and stroked her cheek.

“I will give you that. Zaria, I am sorry, and I love you. I love you so much that the words are not enough,” I cried.

She wiped her tears.

“The Zoo stays outside our house. You do not bring that shit home,”

she mumbled.

I nodded.

“Embrace your name, you are June Calloway.”

I nodded again.

She reached up and kissed my nose, then my cheek, then my lips.

“I love June Calloway, but I like to fuck Chevy,”

she muttered into my mouth.

Foreheads touching.

“Oh, so that’s when Chevy can appear, huh?”

She giggled.

“Mmhmm, Chevy’s nasty.”

I kissed her again. I wanted to figure out my name situation because when I did, I was going to remarry Zaria, giving her a wedding to remember. I leaned toward her ear.

“Hold on, baby.”

I picked Zaria up and carried her upstairs. I would have fucked her downstairs, but I didn’t need Samara coming in and seeing us. When I got to the room, I used my foot to close the door behind me before I gently laid her on the bed. Zaria’s silhouette emerged on the wall. Her big, round belly and big hair were damn near picture perfect.

“I want to try something different,”

I mumbled.

I walked over to the drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. When I turned toward Z, she looked at me with wide eyes.

“What the hell?”

“You wanted Chevy, you're about to get him, stand up.”

She sexily crawled across until she eased off and stood up. I came beside her, taking both hands, then cuffed them together.

“Baby, if it hurts or gets uncomfortable because of the babies, let me know and I will stop.”

“I took twenty-three swats. I think I can handle this.”

“Oh, so you bout that life.”

“Just the Calloway life,”

she winked.

I smiled as I nodded.

“All I ask is that you love a nigga.”

Raising her cuffed hand to the top of the bed frame, I made sure to secure it with our sheet. I didn’t bother to remove her thin dress; instead, I gripped the top and ripped it off. My lip curled up as a growl left me. “Grrrr.”

My face nestled in the back of her big hair, and I inhaled deeply, letting out another growl that was so deep I knew it gave her goosebumps.

“Grrrrrrrrr.”

I drew my hand back, coming down on the side of her ass. “Ah!”

she whined.

I took off my clothes before I stood behind her again. Lifting one of her legs, I placed it on the bed.

“I want you as wide as I can get you. I missed this vegan pussy, and I want to feel all of it. Every fucking inch.”

I pecked at her cheeks before my tongue slid down her face and into her mouth. The moan that left her made my dick brick. I gripped it, sliding it up and down her ass before allowing the head to play with her clit. “Ssss,”

she blew out a sharp breath. “Ahh!”

I bit down on her shoulder as my dick got lost inside her.

Fuck!

That’s right fuck, me.

My body moved up, then rolled back down.

“Make up pussy is the fucking best!”

I grumbled.

My hand gripped her thigh as I stroked her sweet vegan pussy.

Shoot up, roll down.

Zaria’s body shot up and bounced down. The shit was so fucking good that the headboard slammed against the wall.

Shoot up, roll down.

“Damn, baby, grip this dick.”

“I-I-I,”

she stuttered.

Shoot up, roll down.

My hand had now eased around her neck.

“Fuck on me, Mrs. Calloway.”

Shoot up, roll down.

Squeeze.

“You know I love how you take dick, Z.”

Shoot up, roll down.

Squeeze.

“Take it, take it, take it, take it,”

I growled.

Her whining was taking me there.

“I’m taking it.”

Shoot up, roll down.

My thrust was harder and stronger. My head tilted back and I shook my head.

“My God damn, fuck, Zaria!”

Baby, I’m there. Meet me.

I’m cummin’, Z. I swear a nigga cummin.

Shoot up, roll down.

“Yes!”

I shouted.

Shoot up, roll down.

My eyes closed.

“Fuck yes! Vegan fucking pussy.”

Shoot up, roll down.

“Arghhh!”

I thrust one last time, and that’s when I heard the headboard crack. My head shot up as I glanced at Z.

“I think we broke it,”

she whispered.

“Shit, it was worth it,”

I laughed.

I uncuffed her so we could get in the shower and go to sleep. Zaria began laughing. She was laughing so hard the shit started to piss me off.

“What’s so fucking funny?”

“Can you breathe now?”

she asked.

“Breathe, what do you mean?”

A smirk eased on her face.

“I told that bitch at the tea shop. That my pussy got you in a chokehold.”

I ran my hand over my head, “Well, shit, there were no lies told.”

“I know. Tell your grandfather if he ever pulls some shit like that again, it’s his ass next.”

Zaria’s comment let me know she saw Nyomi on our house camera. Clark being behind that shit didn’t surprise me, all it did was add a tab to life. As we headed toward the bathroom, I heard my name being called.

“Ayo Chev!”

“Is that Foe?”

Zaria asked.

“Chevy! Nigga I know you in there, put the dick up nigga it’s important!”

Zaria and I just had this talk, and already they needed me.

“I can act like we’re asleep,”

I told her.

“No, go check.”

I walked over to the window.

“What nigga? I’m busy.”

“Nigga it’s Dio and Samara!”

“Fuck!”

I shouted.

I turned to Z, “It’s Samara and Dio! I gotta go.”

“I’m coming with you, that’s my baby too.”

I didn’t know what the fuck happened, but what I did know was that my daughter and Dio better still be breathing.

June and I left the house in a hurry. My heart was racing because both Dio and Samara meant a lot to me. I didn’t want to hear that something happened to either one of them. The delusional part of me wanted to believe they were just stranded and needed help. However, the way Foe was screaming outside our window told me otherwise.

I felt bad that June and I left our phones in the car so we could talk and when I saw Samara had called multiple times, I felt so guilty. When I tried calling her back, the phone went straight to voicemail. June was swinging the Caprice left and right, trying to get to the last place they told me they were going, the skating rink. When we finally hit the corner, the rink was on, my stomach fell into my ass because I didn’t know what to expect. The closer we got, the more I noticed several cars in the street. June sped up, “What the fuck!”

He swerved, hitting the brakes so hard his tires began to screech. He parked in the middle of the street and hopped out and I was right behind him. There was a group of people standing around, as I squeezed my way into the middle. I tossed my hand over my mouth as I watched Dio’s fist hitting Keith’s face back-to-back. I don’t even think Keith was conscious at this point. June rushed over to him while my eyes scanned for Samara. When I spotted her, she stood there crying. I rushed over toward her, “Samara!”

I called out.

When she saw me, she came over and hugged me tightly.

“What happened?”

I couldn’t understand her words because they were all jumbled.

“I need you to calm down and talk to me.”

“We came to have a good time, but Keith was so mad. Dio tried to ignore him, but Keith pulled a gun on him, and Dio lost it. I tried to stop him, but I couldn’t, so I called.”

June edged closer to Dio.

“Dionysus!”

he shouted.

Dio stopped swinging midair. You could tell he was out of it because his eyes were wild. June walked closer.

“You don’t handle this shit out in the open. You got everyone watching you. Calm down. You—”

Bishop came through the crowd.

“What the fuck!”

he shouted as he ran over to Keith. “Keith!”

he shouted as he tried to shake him.

June dropped his head because he knew this was going to be a problem. He pulled out his phone and called someone. I released Samara and walked over to Bishop and June. I knew what this could cause, but I didn’t want it to happen here.

“Bishop, I’m—”

“I need to get him some help,”

he said over his shoulder.

He and June slowly picked Keith up and carried him to the car. Once he was in, Bishop took off. June pointed to Dio, “Car now!”

He jogged over to me, “Let’s go to the hospital and make sure he’s ok. Samara, you ride with Dio. Take him home and do not let him leave. Do you understand?”

Samara slowly nodded.

A part of me felt warm, too damn warm. A sharp pain hit me as it felt like I had pissed on myself. I glanced down, then back up. June looked at me curiously, “What’s wrong?”

“The babies are coming.”

I saw panic immediately settle in June.

“Fuck! Ok, come on.”

I was becoming scared because they were coming early. I hadn’t even reached eight months. I tried walking to the car, but with each step, the pain increased. “Ah, ooo,”

I screamed.

I started to breathe slowly, blowing out long, sharp, “Oos.”

When I got in the car, June ran around and hopped in. Dio pulled on the side of us, “You straight, Chev?”

“No nigga my kids are coming!”

“June drive!” I cried.

The pressure sat on my pelvis, making it feel like my pussy was spreading by the second. I opened my legs wide as the pain increased.

Baby, we’re going to the hospital, breathe.

Another sharp pain. “Ah!”

The babies felt like they were coming faster than I could blink. I pushed, then blew out a breath. I tried again and my head dropped back. We weren’t going to make it to the hospital, as the pain was hitting so fast, along with the pressure between my legs.

I waved my arms.

“Pull over,”

I said, out of breath.

“We can’t, I’m going to get us there.”

My head swung his way, “June, please. They’re coming,” I cried.

He made a sharp turn, hitting a corner, and stopped in the middle of the street. He got out, ran over to me, and kneeled beside me.

“What do you want me to do?”

I pointed.

“The baby is coming!”

He reached over and placed his hand below my pussy. As soon as he did that, I pushed.

“I feel something, Z! I feel something,”

he said nervously.

He glanced between my legs, then looked up at me.

“Shit, ok. Keep pushing, baby. You're doing so fucking good, I swear. Push, baby.”

My face balled up because with each push, it was draining my energy. My mouth felt dry as my head rolled forward, then backward.

“I can’t,” I cried.

June leaned up and kissed my open mouth.

“You can. I got you. Now, push baby.”

I pushed again, this time with a growl behind it.

“I see the head, Z, baby, you're on your queen shit. You’re doing so good. Come on, Z, come on.”

The sweat trickled down the sides of my face. I gripped the side of the seat as I focused on June. His eyes connected with mine, and he nodded. I love you, now push. He mouthed.

I licked my lips, filled my cheeks with air, and pushed. “Ahh!”

I screamed.

“Oh shit. Baby, he-he’s here,”

June said.

Still panting, I glanced down to see him holding an oozing baby. He handed him to me, then took off his shirt. He wrapped the baby in it as he handed me back the baby with the cord still attached. It was only a few seconds before the pain struck again.

“Fuck! I can’t do it again,”

I hollered.

The sound of Dio filled my ears.

“Zaria! Push, come on. We’re here.”

I clung to my son in my arms as I repeated the same goddamn cycle. Someone opened the back door, and I felt hands on my shoulder.

“You got this, Mom. Come on.”

“That’s right, baby, push. The mother of my kids, the love of my life. My forever partner.”

My head dropped forward.

“Shut the fuck up!” I whined.

One, two, three, push. I pushed as hard as I could and out came another one. My head fell back as I tried catching my breath.

“Oh shit, Zaria, two boys,” Dio said.

June wrapped the other baby in another shirt and put him in my other arm. He ran around and hopped in the car.

“Let me get y’all to the hospital. You did so fucking good. You did,”

his voice cracked.

“I’m proud of you, baby.”

My head eased his way, and he was crying while driving. His lips trembled and his shoulders bounced.

“Z, I’m so proud of you.”

“What are we going to call them?”

He wiped his face before he quickly turned to look at me.

“Peace and Savior.”

I laughed as I nodded.

“I like that.”

I liked it because our boys were exactly that for June and me. They had become our peace and our savior.