Page 25 of Lucci

LUCCI

With a kiss of my teeth, I snatched my car keys off the coffee table and walked out of my apartment.

It was one in the morning and after two blunts and a few shots I still couldn’t sleep.

I couldn’t sleep because I was pissed with Breezy.

A nigga had finally felt what it was like to have feelings and be jealous and shit.

I didn’t like it. Caring about what another grown person did was a recipe for disaster.

I trusted Kiandra, but I wasn’t stupid. I didn’t put anything past anybody.

Maybe it wasn’t exactly trust that made me not ever question anything.

Maybe deep down inside, I didn’t care. Had Kiandra cheated, I would have been angry that she was disloyal.

But I doubted imagining another man in between her thighs would have me damn near foaming at the mouth the way Breezy hanging with another man did.

She wasn’t my girl, so technically, she could do what she wanted.

And though I wasn’t a fan of arguing, what I did have with Breezy was passion.

Even when I was pissed, I still wanted her.

My dick was harder than steel on the drive to her place because after I spoke my peace, I was going to fuck the shit out of her.

With Kiandra, there was never any makeup sex or angry sex.

There was no emotion. The shit felt like two robots on some roommate shit at times.

But she was in love, and I had ripped her heart from her chest. I still thought about her standing outside of the restaurant with tears streaming down her face.

I hated that she had to find out that way.

One thing about that night was certain. I’d never regret knocking her father out.

My only wish was that I’d hit him more than once.

As I walked to Breezy’s door I thought about the fact that she could have company.

If she did, his ass was coming up out of there.

He could leave on his own, or I could put him out.

Knowing that I might have to put hands on a nigga, had my nostrils flaring.

When Breezy opened the door, she drew back the moment her gaze locked in on my frowning face.

“I know you aren’t here this time of the morning on good bullshit.” Her voice was deep, and sleep filled.

Ignoring her words, I entered her home without being invited and walked straight to the bedroom.

“Excuse you?!”

When I entered the room and her bed was empty, my facial muscles relaxed. Breezy entered the room as I was taking off my shoes.

“Lucci, have you lost your mind?” she stood in the center of the room and folded her arms underneath her breasts.

I had been so mad at her that I couldn’t think straight, but with her standing in front of me in boy shorts and a tank top with no bra, all I wanted was to slide up in her. My ass folded faster than a lawn chair and if her pussy wasn’t so good, I would have been disgusted with myself.

“What you want me to say?” I asked seriously.

Breezy’s face scrunched and she glared at me like I was public enemy number one. “I’m really about to scream, Lucciano. You woke me up for this?”

Hearing her call me by my first name made my dick harder than it already was. I advanced toward her and when I was directly up on her, I grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the bed. Sitting down, I pulled her down onto my lap.

“I was jealous, aight? Jealousy had me talking crazy a little bit.”

“Nah. It had you talking crazy a lot a bit. I don’t want to hear about Kiandra again in terms of comparison. You can go be with her if that’s what you want.”

“I apologize, Breezy. I was tripping.”

“Ummhmm. I feel your dick, and you’re on punishment. No coochie for you.”

Breezy stood and got in bed. All I could do was chuckle.

She was standing on business, and I couldn’t be mad at that.

I stood, undressed, and got in bed with her.

When I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her to me, I almost expected her to protest, but she didn’t.

Of course, I wanted to have sex with her, but laying with her was just as good.

It didn’t take long for me to begin drifting off to sleep.

Before I could knock out all the way, Breezy turned over on her opposite side and faced me.

She didn’t say anything, and I opened my eyes to find her staring at me. “You think we’re doing too much too fast?”

“I don’t know what we’re doing, but I know it’s not forced. Whatever it is, it’s flowing naturally, and I doubt that’s a bad thing.”

She kissed me softly on the lips.

“Guess you’re not mad anymore, huh?”

“I’m a little pissed, but I’m cooling off. At the end of the day, I might have been angry if you went out with someone, so I have to be fair.”

I gripped her chin in my hand. “Me not wanting to rush doesn’t have anything to do with wanting to deal with other women. I been off that shit.”

Breezy forgot all about standing on business as she moved over and straddled me.

I stared into her eyes and despite feeling like a sucka, I felt like the luckiest man on earth.

They say no one is perfect but from what I could tell, Breezy didn’t have many ill character traits.

I figured what I felt with her would eventually come with Kiandra.

I was all for not rushing but if I hadn’t fallen in three years there was no hope.

In a committed relationship with her or not, I wasn’t looking for anybody else.

I wanted us to be on one accord but if she did date someone, what could I really say? “Just give me a little bit more time.”

“I’m not rushing you, Lucci, not at all.”

There was that thing again. Us staring at one another saying nothing but communicating loud and clear.

That was some weird shit. Breezy moaned as she slid all the way down on my dick.

The moment every inch was inside her, she bit her bottom lip and went to work.

Breezy had a steady rhythm going, but I grabbed her ass cheeks and guided her up and down.

When her head fell back, and she moaned my name, l knew it was over.

Breezy turned me on the point that I couldn’t see past her.

It didn’t matter what a female looked like, if it wasn’t Breezy, nah, I wasn’t going.

For the next hour, Breezy and I shared more than sex.

We shared intimacy. We shared a connection that hopefully, would only get stronger and deeper.

We switched positions three times before I filled her womb full of my seeds. When we were done, Breezy and I took turns in the bathroom cleaning up. In her bed, I wrapped my arms around her and slept better than I’d slept in a long time.

That evening, I rode with Maino to Amoure’s house.

He was concerned that he hadn’t heard from her in two days.

It had also been two days since she confessed to him that the dealer she sold the painting to had been acting funny.

The Nigerian immediately suspected her of the robbery because she was the only one that knew of his whereabouts and that he would have the painting in his possession.

He had moved carefully and discreetly and still managed to get the painting snatched.

Amoure called Maino paranoid two days ago that the art dealer was going to tell the Nigerian our whereabouts.

He was still in town and had apparently been asking around to see if anyone had come across the painting.

If the dealer confessed about her part in the set-up, she would surely die.

But if he was going to kill her anyway, there was a possibility that she could drop Amour’s name.

Amoure was as green as they came, so if the Nigerian pressed hard enough, she’d probably give Maino up.

My first reaction was who the fuck cares let them catch me. I didn’t regret getting those M’s. I was sure Maino didn’t either. However, if I was going to get taken out by the Nigerian, I didn’t plan on making it easy for his ass.

“Shorty knows where you live. You think it’s safe to play your crib like that?” I asked Maino. The car ride had been fairly quiet. I knew Maino, and he was more than likely in deep thought about how to handle Amoure. If she hadn’t already been handled.

“That’s a good question.”

“Did you tell her who was going to do the robbery with you?”

“Hell nah,” Maino frowned. “She didn’t need to know all that. She doesn’t know you or anything about you. Even when you were at my crib that night she was there, I never spoke your name.”

I bobbed my head. “So, you can stay at my crib for however long is needed. That Nigerian might be salty over eight M’s, but I doubt he can stay in town forever trying to track down a painting.

Shit, it’s really a waste of time attempting to come after us.

The dealer is the one with the painting. We don’t have that shit.”

“It could just be the principle for his ass. I did hit him in the head with a gun and make him give up something he was about to sell for $8,000,000.” Maino chuckled.

“Muhfuckas want the reward but when the heat comes, they fold like pretzels. The art dealer whoever she is, and Amoure aren’t even built for this kind of shit.

I’m certain if he applies pressure, she’ll drop my name. ”

“How you want to handle that?” I glanced over at him. It wasn’t like Maino and I sat back and discussed feelings and shit. I didn’t know how he felt about Amoure, but I doubted he was feeling her so much that he wouldn’t kill her to keep her from running her mouth.

“I’m probably going to go ahead and dead that situation. Just gotta try to find out if she ran her mouth first.”

I gave a curt nod. Whatever he wanted to do I was with it.

There were times when my mind was racing that I still saw Rich’s face and how he looked at me right before I pulled the trigger.

I didn’t regret killing him. I just didn’t expect it to be haunting me.

If I added another body to the list, I was sure that one would haunt me too.

But there were a lot of things haunting me.

The thing that stressed me out and hurt me the most was Tyler. That one was gon’ hurt forever.

Maino pulled up at Amoure’s house. Her car was in the driveway, and the house appeared to be pitch black on the inside.

If she was inside, she had every light in that muhfucka turned off.

Maino and I emerged from the car, and I followed him to the door.

Before he could ring the doorbell, we both noticed the door was cracked.

Maino looked over his shoulder at me to see if I noticed.

Simultaneously, we pulled our guns from where they were resting underneath our shirts.

Slowly, Maino used his shoulder to push the door open.

The moment I stepped into the living room, I knew what it was.

The stench of something rotten burned the hairs in my nostrils and made me damn near gag.

Maino placed his shirt over his nose as we inched further into the space.

Since we couldn’t see anything, Maino pulled his cellphone out and turned on the flashlight.

The living room was spotless and not a thing was out of place.

Quietly, we crept through the house and as we neared the bedroom, the smell became stronger.

I was going to end up passing out from holding my breath or throwing the fuck up from the odor.

In Amoure’s bedroom, the light from Maino’s phone showed us what we needed to see, but he still flipped the light switch.

Amoure was in the center of her bed, naked, hands tied at the wrists in front of her with duct tape, and her bed was saturated with blood.

Her body had been mutilated. I’d never seen anything like that up close and personal.

It was obvious that she’d been dead for a minute.

I didn’t need to see anything else. I pivoted, and Maino was on my heels.

After he started his car, he peeled out of the driveway so fast his tires screeched.

The Nigerian had definitely gotten to Amoure but what we had no way of knowing was if she dropped Maino’s name before she took her last breath.

I was willing to bet money that if he tortured her, she had.

Death was an inevitable part of life. No matter how much we loved a person.

No matter how bad that shit hurt, we were all going to lose people for as long as we lived.

Still, it wasn’t an easy thing to get used to.

I wasn’t ashamed to say that after losing Tyler, if I lost Maino too, it would fuck me up.

We both knew there could be consequences of our actions, but we were going to deal with whatever came.

I just wanted my nigga to come out on top.

I really didn’t even give a damn about myself.

But Maino, I wanted that nigga to thrive.

“Is there anything from your crib that you have to have, or you want to come straight to my house?”

“I’ll lay low for a lil’ bit, but I’m not gon’ be scared to go to my crib to get some things. I don’t know how deep those niggas are, but my gun busts just like theirs. If they catch me at the crib, then they catch me at the crib.”

I shook my head wondering what happened to the two mil that Amoure got from the deal.

There was no way she could put it in the bank.

If it was anywhere in her home and that Nigerian didn’t get it, he was dumb.

I had divided mine up between a few different locations.

If anything happened to me, the only person who knew where the money was, was Maino.

I had to think about if something happened to both of us.

The only issue with telling my parents where the money was, was that they’d be worried about me.

After losing Tyler, I was sure the thought of losing me too would be too much.

If I was still with Kiandra, I wouldn’t hesitate to tell her.

I didn’t think Breezy was foul. Not even for two M’s did I want to believe that she’d cross me, but I had only known her a short time.

I couldn’t tweak out like that and let her know where I had $2,000,000 stashed.

I needed to get back to thinking with my brain and not my emotions.