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Shit was crazy right now. My team was working overtime to get this Jeremy nigga, who for whatever reason, won’t come up off this price on my woman’s head.

From the word on the streets, he was just salty as fuck since we shut all his traps down in the most disrespectful way.

See most would have robbed their traps, but nah, that was not what I wanted to do.

I didn’t want his dope or money, because technically, it was mine.

I wanted him to know that it was fuck him and all that shit, so I set all his traps on fire at the same damn time. The firetrucks were busy that night.

Jeremy’s little crew called themselves knocking off people in my crew, but the problem was that he was knocking off niggas who had no connection with me.

That was what made this shit detrimental.

I wasn’t sure who his informant was, but they gave him horrible information.

The people that Jeremy’s crew were hitting were people from another crew that was not connected to me and other innocent people.

He was bringing too much heat to the streets.

There were certain times in the streets where crews had to come together to defeat a common enemy.

Jeremy was smart by not coming in to do his own dirty work.

He sent lil boys who didn’t know any better.

People who were clearly expendable to him.

A person who cared wouldn’t send their people on suicide missions.

For every one person that Jeremy’s crew took out, our combined crew took out two of his.

That wasn’t good enough for me or Sully. We wanted Jeremy.

The streets had me coming into the house later than normal and more agitated.

When I was in a relationship with Alexi, I didn’t give a damn about when I came into the house because I could pacify her with money.

That was all her ass cared about. Tsireya was not that woman.

She would rather my time over my money. That was the type of thing that made me love her.

Reya never complained when I came in later.

Dinner was in the microwave, the house was clean, and Jedi was in bed.

She took care of the house and her schoolwork.

When Reya’s classes started, Simone suggested that I allow Jedi to go back to Mama Bee’s.

SJ had started going to Mama Bee after he got out of school, so I said that was cool.

Ethan or Joey did the drop off and pick up.

Last week, I told Sully that I needed to have my ass in the house by a certain time.

My relationship with Reya was new, so I felt like we didn’t have enough time invested for her to give me this much grace.

Sully had been with Simone for so long that she had a full understanding of what shit was.

Plus, Simone managed a strip club that stayed open late.

I was happy that I did start coming home earlier because as fast as Jedi got used to me being there, he got used to me not being there as well.

I never wanted him to get used to me not being there.

What Reya didn’t know was that Mama Bee had been on my ass too.

She called me over to her house about the change in Jedi’s behavior.

I didn’t think I was the cause of it, but she felt different.

She pointed out that he never had a real male influence until me.

I came in and got him used to a routine, then it abruptly stopped.

After an hour of conversation, I made the choice to put my new family first and delegate a little better.

Tonight let me know that I made the right decision.

When that lil nigga threw that plate of spaghetti on the floor, I think my heart stopped.

It started to pump again when he hit his mother though.

Tonight was the first time that I’d disciplined Jedi physically. Reya and I had a conversation previously about what methods were alright with her as far as when it came to me disciplining Jedi. Spanking in moderation was fine.

“No. That’s not going to work. We’ll talk about it later before we go to bed.”

I was happy as fuck that Sully put me up on game about Reya’s mother asking her to lunch. Sully and Simone’s pillow talk benefited me in this situation. It enabled my ass to not flip when she asked me a second ago.

Reya cleared her throat. “Oh, okay. Well, you can’t really tell me that I can’t.”

When I looked up at her after her little statement, her brow was high, head tilted, and nose turned up.

“You know, it’s that thing called free will.”

Is this our first ‘I’m going fuck her ass up’ argument? Not little Tsireya bucking in her own subtle way. I didn’t want to space out in here, so I’d leave it alone for now, but not before I gave her a little heads-up.

“Alright, love. Just remember that free will is expensive.”

We sat and ate dinner together as a family.

I told her that I’d get our boy ready for bed and put him down while she cleaned up.

For a little boy who claimed that he wanted chicken nuggets and fries, he tore that damn spaghetti up.

He barely got through his bath awake. When I asked him what book he wanted me to read, he told me to pick.

I went over to his book rack that had an exorbitant number of books thanks to the book retailers in the world to pick a book.

By the time I picked out one and went back to his bed, Jedi was asleep.

After I made sure the house was locked up, I went into our bedroom. Reya was sitting on the bed. I walked toward the bathroom.

“Come get in the shower with me, Tsireya.”

“I can wait until you get out. Go ahead, baby.”

My feet stopped at her shaky ass voice. That shit wasn’t shaking when she told me that I couldn’t stop her from doing shit. I turned around with a smirk.

“Nah, I want you in here with me. Let that pussy start paying for that free will.” I walked over to her, then put my hand out. “Don’t be scared now. Talk that big shit that you talked out there when I’m in that pussy, Reya.”

Her eyes bounced between my face and my hand. After a few seconds, she put her hand in mine so that I could pull her from the bed. When she was on her feet, I undressed her then myself. Her legs wrapped around my waist when I picked her up.

“I love you,” she mumbled.

Her statement made my neck recoil. This was the first time that she had uttered those words. I could admit the timing was interesting. I kissed her deeply.

“I love you too. I’m still going to stretch that pussy out to show you how much free will can cost.”

She giggled as I walked us to the shower.

Before I went into the bedroom, I started and set the shower water with my phone.

We had to come up with three temperature settings for the shower—her temperature, which was hell hot, my temperature, which was normal people’s hot, and our temperature for when we’re in together, which was soothing hot.

Soothing hot was in between hell and normal.

We both released a moan after I slid into her once I had her back on the wall.

It was crazy because you never realized that you weren’t fucking tight pussy until you started fucking tight pussy.

My baby’s pussy was disrespectfully tight.

The first time I got in her, I had to settle my spirit because it shifted.

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” I groaned in between strokes.

“Lo’ak, what are you doing to me?”

Reya knew exactly what I was doing to her. Ever since the second week she stayed at my house, I wanted to do just this—fuck and make her love me.

I often came across misconceptions when it came to street, savage, monster type niggas.

Some women thought that we weren’t looking for that deep love, that we wanted to be hard and rough all fucking day.

That wasn’t true for all of us. Some of us wanted to come home and be surprised by a kid-themed birthday party and jump around in a bouncy house with our damn kids.

Joey and Ethan still talked about that damn day.

My woman had given two grown ass men a core memory.

Alexi had no understanding of what it meant to be a partner or best friend.

I came home once after one of the younger members of our team was murdered.

I was stressed as fuck because he was a genuinely good kid who wanted to make money for his household.

Hating ass niggas robbed him and felt that they had to kill a sixteen-year-old kid.

When I got home, I just wanted peace, but all Alexi cared about was a new bag that dropped.

When I told her what happened, her response was, “Does that mean I can’t get the bag?

He’s gonna be dead whether I get it or not. ”

I should have left her ass alone right there.

Damn, there were so many red flags that I just threw in the trash.

I hated to compare Tsireya and Alexi, but it was hard because they were night and day.

Reya left little affirmation notes on my rearview mirror in my car every morning.

At first, I didn’t know how to take the shit and had to ask Mama Bee what the hell to do with it.

Five words released all of my apprehension. Let that girl love you.

I kissed down Reya’s neck to her collar to her breasts. I wanted to make some love before I went beast mode on her pussy. She had free will? Well, so did this dick in this pussy. “Pick a number between two and six.”

“Three!” Her head tilted skyward as she said that low ass number. She already had one.

I lifted her off my dick. The coldness from the separation of her warmness sent a shock through my body. I turned her body to face the wall.

“Bend over and grab those ankles.”