Page 9 of Lucci

LUCCI

Leaning against the wall in the kitchen I watched Kiandra as she cooked a late breakfast of bacon, eggs, and pancakes.

I watched her move around the kitchen dressed in a thick pink robe.

The sexiest thing that she ever wore to bed was a pair of green shorts with a matching V neck top.

Shorty was pretty, but she didn’t give sexy.

Kiandra could barely walk in heels. She was definitely feminine and dainty, but she didn’t have sex appeal.

I stared at her, jaws clenched wondering how I would feel if she had died because of me.

Because of some dumb shit I did when I was out there wilding and not giving a fuck.

No one could pay me to figure out why of all people Kiandra was so enthralled with me.

Even after she got shot twice and had to have surgery on her ear, the most out of character thing she did was go a few days barely talking.

She never yelled, blamed me, cursed me out, or threatened to leave me.

I wanted a solid female, and I found one.

Was my loyalty and money enough n return?

Did Kiandra deserve a man that was head over heels for her?

Shit, I didn’t even know if it was possible for my heartrate to increase or for my palms to sweat when I was in the presence of my significant other.

Being eager to see her. Wanting to fuck her so bad that I couldn’t walk straight.

Did real men feel those things, or was that just some shit for females?

Because I’d never felt those emotions for Kiandra, and I doubted I ever would.

She glanced over her shoulder at me. “Why are you just standing there watching?” Kiandra giggled. “You hungry?”

“Not really. I haven’t smoked yet. I’m about to roll up right now.” I ignored her first question. “You want to do something when I get back in this evening?”

“Um,” Kiandra used a pair of tongs to remove bacon from the pan. “We can do a movie night here at the house. I’m not really up to going out.”

My head bobbed. “Got you. Just text me and let me know what you want me to bring home. Food, drinks, shit like that.”

“Okay. Food will be ready in a minute.”

I gave a curt nod before turning to walk into the living room.

The plan for the day was to hang out on the strip for a bit to kill some time.

Then, I was going to dip and come home for movie night with Kiandra.

Once she fell asleep, I was going to slide back out and try to catch Rich.

I was able to find out where he lived, and I was going to run up in his crib.

If worse came to worse and the police began sniffing around my door, Kiandra could say with conviction that I was with her.

Tyler insisted on coming with me even though I assured him more than once that I didn’t need any help.

Honestly, I had no way of knowing who would be in the house with Rich, but the fact of the matter was that I didn’t care.

One of us was going to die. If he thought shit was sweet, he couldn’t have been more wrong.

I wouldn’t even be able to tell Kiandra that the man who shot her was dead.

She would freak the hell out. Kiandra was one of those people that believed we shouldn’t take the law into our own hands.

It would have made her happy to know that he was in prison for the crime versus me killing him.

It didn’t matter whether she knew or not. I would know.

Leaning forward and staring at the floor was how I chose to smoke.

My mind had been in a million different places since Kiandra got shot.

Which wasn’t a good thing because the real estate class that I was taking wasn’t a joke.

I was determined to have the best possible outcome, so I was going to do whatever it took.

Once Rich was dead, I’d be able to breathe a little easier.

Zoning out more and more as I smoked, I went from thinking about any and everything to thinking about nothing.

My mind was completely blank. That was actually how I preferred it to be.

I finished off the blunt and went back into the kitchen where Kiandra already had my plate prepared. “Thank you. This looks good,” I complimented while sitting down at the table.

“You’re welcome.”

She sat down too, and then we spent the first few minutes eating in silence. “When you’re out are you ever afraid that the person who shot me will come for you?” Glancing up, I caught the fear coating her orbs.

I hated lying to Kiandra. In my opinion only fuck niggas went around lying to people, but I’d rather choose a fuck nigga trait for the moment than to make Kiandra aware that I’d once been a foul ass nigga and what I had sown caused her to reap two bullets.

Lying may have been the cowardly way out, but I couldn’t tell her.

“Nah, I don’t. I haven’t done anything to anybody and if I did, it was old. I’m not sure why ole boy shot in the car, but the police better get him before I do.” That was my good word.

Kiandra’s eyes widened. If the police did get him, it would be because she cooperated, but she really didn’t even see much.

She caught a quick glimpse of his face, but she couldn’t recall many details like the kind of car he was in.

Of course, I wasn’t going to say shit. I didn’t cooperate with police.

I’d rather be the judge and jury especially when it came to hoe ass Rich.

I finished my food and stood up to place the plate in the dishwasher.

“Thank you for breakfast. I’m about to go on the strip. You want to come?”

“Nah,” Kiandra scrunched her nose up. “My sister is coming by later, and we’re going to go to Walmart and order her cake for her birthday coming up.”

“Aight. I get it family is more important than me.”

Kiandra rolled her eyes. “I did not say that.”

“Nah, it’s cool though.” I pulled her into my arms and gave her a forehead kiss.

Not because it was sensual. I didn’t do romantic and soft with Kiandra out of emotion.

It was more out of feeling that was what I was supposed to do.

She could take D but of course, she wanted way more than that.

She wanted to cupcake and be all up in my personal space.

There were times that I believed she would crawl in my skin if I let her.

Kiandra didn’t have a problem being affectionate.

She just wasn’t spontaneous or freaky when it came to sex.

We could cuddle all day but the moment I was ready to stick dick to her, she was lazy and not worried enough about pleasing me.

There were way more important things than sex but damn, was I really supposed to go without love and nasty sex?

“I’ll see you later on tonight.”

“Okay, babe. Be careful please.”

“Always.”

Kissing her forehead once more, I walked out of the house.

My first thought was that I was getting in too deep with Kiandra, but I’d been in deep a minute ago.

I damn near thought about cheating and letting her catch me.

Kiandra deserved happiness and even if that happiness wasn’t with me, she deserved it from someone.

The fucked up part about it was the fact that she was happy.

If Kiandra knew my true feelings it would crush her but for the moment, she was in love with me, and she thought the feeling was mutual.

I was meeting Maino on the strip and when I started thinking that maybe The Hellcat Barbies were there, I actually smiled at the possibility of seeing Breezy.

That blew the hell out of me. I wasn’t even sure why I thought of her so much.

The fact that she was my tutor didn’t help.

It was hard to concentrate with a rock hard dick.

There was no flirting or anything sexual going on.

I got turned on simply from her smiling and being herself.

Shorty was turnt up I could tell. But not in a did too much, wanting to be seen, thotty ass way. I could tell she was a good time.

The entire time I drove toward the strip, I thought about how it would be if I came home from a long day and Kiandra met me at the door naked.

What if she went to the strip club with me one night then came home and fucked me like a porn star?

Just fun spontaneous shit. Wishful fucking thinking.

Shorty could barely suck dick. It was never my intentions to change her, but I wanted to at least have fun in the relationship that I was in.

I would choose loyalty over love but got damn couldn’t I get fucked good in the process?

I arrived on the strip at the perfect time because I was tired of thinking about my relationship issues.

Kiandra wasn’t leaving me. I was sure of it, and I couldn’t leave her.

So, it would just be whatever it was until one of us changed.

Maino told me where he was posted up with his brother Los, and Los’ girl, Chasity, and I headed in their direction.

The people were out in abundance. Car clubs, motorcycle clubs, niggas looking for the women, women looking for the niggas.

I walked past a female hopping out of a car that sat idle at a red light.

She began twerking in the street, and I couldn’t stop the frown that formed on my face.

She wasn’t attractive at all, and the term bad built described shorty perfectly.

However, I was sure somebody would fuck her.

Truth be told, even if she was gorgeous and stacked like pancakes, I would have still scoffed at her performance.

I’d take a freaky chick, but that ratchet shit was out of the question.