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The taste of Tash was still heavy on my tongue, but I wanted more. How she took control last night was so sexy it was still on my mind. Watching her bounce on my dick as she choked the shit out of me was such a turn on that I didn’t even give a fuck if I took my last breath while I was in her. That was the perfect way to go.

Moving down to the end of the bed, I spread Tash’s legs apart and ducked in between them. She deserved to wake up to head and breakfast in bed every morning, noon, and night. She stirred in her sleep as soon as I began to let my tongue roam her folds, and when I latched on to her clit, I got the moan I loved to hear. Tash’s moans were so sexy I could bust off that shit alone. She tasted like heaven and felt like a dream.

“Good morning to you too.” She giggled.

I didn’t reply because I needed to remain focused on the task at hand. The mission was to make her cum and leave her with a smile on her face. It wasn’t long before Tash was gripping the back of my head, letting me know it wouldn’t be long before my mission was complete.

Slipping two fingers inside of her, I applied pressure to her g-spot as I sucked her clit methodically. Tash took in deep breaths as she prepared to let her orgasm take over. Her body shivered underneath me as I hooked her legs in my arms to hold her in place. There was to be no running. Tash creamed on my face as her body continued to shake violently.

“It’s not morning, baby,” I finally let out as I came up to meet Tash’s lips with mine. “You hungry?”

We hadn’t left the bed since I climbed in it last night, and it was about to be night again. We hadn’t even eaten but were still going at it. We fucked, slept then woke up, and fucked some more, so it was no surprise that Tash had completely lost her sense of time. I was putting her to sleep and waking her right back up.

Everything about her was addicting, and I couldn’t stop myself from going in her over and over again. After two more rounds, I had to pull myself from between Tash’s legs. Not only did we both need to eat and replenish the nutrients we’d expelled, but I also had business to take care of. Tyson was still breathing the same air as her, and I was done tolerating that.

“I gotta go.” I kissed Tash’s forehead before I got up from her bed.

“Why can’t we just stay here forever?”

“Because Tyson’s time is up, and you got a life to get back to.”

“What if I don’t want that life anymore?”

“You haven’t had time outside of this house to know that yet. I owe you that.”

“Solo, sometimes we don’t need to hurt the people who hurt us. We also don’t need an explanation for how things turn out. It’s okay to love life the way it is and that be enough. Sometimes, we don’t need all the facts or revenge.”

“So, you good with staying in a house day in and day out with a man who kidnapped you? Is that really how you feel, or you just trying to save that nigga’s life? If that’s the case, you can save your argument because it’s really nothing you can say to change my mind.”

Instead of waiting on Tash to answer any of my questions, I left the room and walked into the bathroom. She came right behind me still talking.

I felt like she was trying to talk me into sparing Tyson, but I wouldn’t. He’d done too much to come back from, and I’d let it slide way too long. If I wasn’t still dealing with the heat from my last arrest, he would have been eliminated. Since I was, he had plenty of extra time to breathe. I hoped he was thankful because that time had expired. There was nothing Tash could say to change my mind about that.

“Solo, I know you think this is about me not wanting you to get rid of Tyson. It’s about you not believing someone could actually love you back. I know where I want to be. You are the only one confused.

“I don’t know why you think Tyson’s death would be the ultimate act of kindness, but it’s not. I don’t need Tyson dead to know I’m never going back to him. Whether he’s living or not doesn’t matter to me.”

“Good. Then you won’t mind if he’s not.”

I brushed my teeth and washed my face as I avoided eye contact with the woman I loved. For a moment, she was quiet before wrapping her arms around me from behind.

“I know you’ve experienced a loss that's unexplainable, and if you don't let the fact that you couldn't save Brittany go, you’re never going to feel like you deserve to be loved.”

She laid her head on my back as she spoke.

“That’s true, and I hear you, but that has nothing to do with this. I made you a promise, and I’m going to keep it. You deserve a life where you’re not looking over your shoulders. I don’t want you here because you feel like you need to be in order to be safe. You deserve better than that.

“I want you to promise me something. When I let you out of this house tomorrow, choose someone that’s good for you. That’s not me, baby girl. This shit between us was never meant to happen. Tash, you need to deal with your own demons the same way you want me to deal with mine. Acknowledge that your mother’s death wasn’t your fault, and just be happy. That’s all I want for you.”

“So, that’s it?” Tash unwrapped her arms from my body and stepped back far enough to see my face in the mirror. I watched her eyes tear up, but I refused to turn around to face her. If I turned around, I would want to hold her in my arms, and if I held her, I knew I would never let her go.

“You kill Tyson, and we live happily ever after… just not together. Is that what you’re saying?”

“That’s it.” I shrugged as if it was nothing, but it was the hardest decision I ever had to make. “You can’t build a relationship on a kidnapping, Tash. That’s not how this shit work.”

“I guess not.” Tash dropped her head before turning and left the bathroom. I felt like she took my heart with her, but what else was I supposed to do? Nothing about us made sense. She deserved better than Tyson, and she damn sure deserved better than me. The best thing I could do for her was let her go. I only prayed that in time she would understand.

I hated the Southside, but if I had to come all the way over here to catch up with Tyson, then so be it. The Burners clubhouse looked dead since the funeral, but Tyson had been spotted going in and out around the same time every night. Tonight was about to be his last. That was how I knew he wasn’t about this life. Keeping the same routine was a rookie move that would cost him his life, and I was thankful I could be the one to collect on it.

I’d been laying low in the bushes for about twenty minutes, and I knew he would be coming out at any moment. If tonight was like every other night, he’d be alone. I heard he didn’t even show up for Burner’s funeral. I knew he was trying to gather a crew that would go up against us, but he had pretty much lost his crew with Burner’s death. Tyson wasn’t a threat to shit I had going on, but I still wanted him dead.

As soon as I saw him walk out, I crept up from behind the bushes and shot him in both legs. I wanted him alive but unable to move until I made it all the way over to him. I wanted to look him in the eyes when I took his life. That was a courtesy he didn’t give Burner.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since the day Tash walked into Gods’ House.” I chuckled as I stood over him. “Hearing you were the husband she was running from made this shit that much sweeter.”

“Tash will never love you, nigga. I was the first and only nigga to hit that.”

“Not anymore. I’m sure that pussy don’t even remember you, nigga.”

I didn’t let him talk too much before I put a bullet between his eyes.