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When I pondered over the answer and the embarrassment silenced me, Fabe asked, “You don’t know, do you?”

The truth was I didn’t. I had sex with Fabe and Rah days apart from each other. Rah never even considered using condoms. He told me that I was his and he was mine, so wedidn’t need them. Fabe, well, you can blame that recklessness on Remy Martin VSOP.

When my silence spoke of my guilt, anger seemed to overwhelm Fabe. He removed his arms from around me and slightly moved away from me. As soon as I saw that I had hurt him that much, I reached for him. I wrapped my arms around him. As I did, my towel fell. For over a year, he looked at me like I was his everything. Now, he was looking at me like he hated me. I just wanted to fix it. I kissed him. Immaturely, I felt like that would make everything better. Surprisingly, he kissed me back. He didn’t fight as I slipped my tongue into his mouth. When I felt his masculine big strong hands on my back, it was as if my pussy took over. I hadn’t had sex in so long. My body knew what Fabe could do, and it wanted it. My heart knew that I had hurt his feelings by keeping his child away from him and thought that fucking him would fix it.

He acted like it did. He took over, taking advantage of me finally giving myself to him physically, just as he always wanted.

Fucking him would fix me too, if only for a moment. So, he used his weight against my body to force me down on the bed, and I invited him. I wrapped my petite arms around his strong neck and lost myself under him.

Resting against one elbow, he sucked my mouth as he unzipped his pants. My pussy oozed with anticipation of the dick that I recalled a little over nine months ago. I was eager. As we kissed, I reached for his dick, anxiously opened my legs, and brought it towards my opening. My pussy seemingly reached out to him as he slid into me. We both let out excited and amazed moans as his stiff long dick met my juicy insides.

“Shit,” Fabe breathed into my ear. “Just like I remembered.”

I was lost in the feeling. I was lost in the penetration.He didn’t whale his dick into me selfish and aggressively. He took his time, found my spot, and massaged that motherfucker, just as he did the last time.

“I love you,” softly swam into my ear in a deep whisper.

I gasped at the words. My eyes welled up when my heart felt the genuineness. My legs opened more, allowing him in deeper, fishing for him to say more.

I fought the urge to get too loud, in fear that Junior would awaken in his bassinet. But it was hard, because his dick was so hard and seemingly fucking my organs.

“Gawd damn,” I groaned softly as Fabe lost his face in my neck.

He asked me, “You love me?” But didn’t wait for an answer. He was seemingly fucking the love into my heart with purposeful attacks on my g spot. “Tell me you love me, baby.”

I did. I always had. As sweat began to appear on the surface of our skin, I felt the love between us that had always been there, that we had always avoided.

Tears fell from eyes that were still sore from Rah’s punches. “I love you too.”

RAH

“I can’t believe Carlos is gone, man. How you holding up, bro?”

I looked up at Slim, one of the guys from the hood, trying to show as much remorse as I could. “Barely,” I forced out.

But I was super cool on the inside. I had been sitting in that hospital for days, imagining how I would spend that cash. I was ready to sell that bar to the highest bidder and chill while I made major purchases that I had only been able to previously dream of.

Yet, on the outside, I showed major remorse for the loss of my best friend. “Nah, not really,” I told Slim as I lowered my head.

We were at The Black Room. The whole hood was there, mourning for Carlos and in support of Moses. I sat at the bar with many of Carlos’ homeboys around me. They were showing me so much love because they figured this was hurting me the most since Carlos and I were so close.

I saw Caine enter the bar. Instantly, I got irritated. This nigga was so spooked about Solae spotting him. He wasconstantly calling me. He had even instilled that same fear in Nell and Lavell. They were all calling me asking what should be done. Each time I told them scary motherfuckers that the answer was to get rid of Solae, they bitched up.

Luckily, I was prepared to do it myself.

Caine approached me with the same fear that he’d had in his eyes since this issue with Solae came up. “What’s going on, man?”

“Shit, bro,” I answered as I took a long swig of the Remy from the glass I was clutching.

Everyone was drinking heavy. Carlos’ death was a major loss. Many men were now out of product and a way to get money. They weren’t only mourning Carlos. They were mourning their wallets as well.

I was just drinking to go along with it.

Though everyone was sad and stressed, Caine’s attitude blew me, because I knew that his had nothing to do with Carlos.

This robbery was on his mind heavy.

“Man, would you chill?” I made sure to keep it low. Music was blasting through the speakers. I leaned forward towards Caine as he leaned against the bar next to me.