Page 19 of The Cancer I Chose (BLP Signs of Love #4)

Nuri’s hand was glued to mine as we made our way toward the entrance of Til the Dawn .

The owners always paid on time and kept a dope deejay on payroll, so anytime they reached out to me, my manager accepted.

Since running into her brother a week ago, Nuri wouldn’t leave my side.

Not only was she terrible at hiding her feelings as a Cancer, but I could feel her fear suffocating her, and it was fucking me up.

I promised to protect Nuri, so her slimy ass brother and lame ass Zero should’ve never been able to get close to her, let alone lay a hand on her.

When I saw her busted lip, I wanted to empty the clip of my Glock into anything that moved.

Nuri was the most precious jewel on this earth, and they tried to destroy her beauty for a second time.

I couldn’t allow them to get a third opportunity to try their hand.

I was ready for war. Unfortunately, it was interfering with my relationship with Nuri.

I’d watched her experience so many emotions over the last week.

However, I was so focused on plotting my get-back that I wasn’t fully there for her.

Not in the way she needed me to be, so I wasn’t shocked when she instantly let my hand go when we made it to the section.

The bottle girls were already over with the top-shelf liquor I’d preordered.

Walking to the back of the plush couch, I took a seat at the top.

I needed to be able to see everything happening inside the club.

Even though I was here to work, I wasn’t so arrogant that I didn’t consider niggas could be on other timing.

I wasn’t letting anybody catch me slipping, so I was strapped and ready for anything.

After surveying the club for threats and finding none, my eyes floated over to Nuri.

She was busy pouring herself a drink. When she was finished, she turned to Jiah and Nazje before they all toasted.

I could tell the liquor was burning going down when her face turned sour.

A dribble of the liquor ran down her chin, and I wanted to go wipe it away. She beat me to it though.

Tonight, Nuri was wearing a colorful halter-like top that left her back exposed.

Seeing her rolls on display had me licking my lips.

Her breasts were sitting up so perfectly, I kept clutching my fists to keep from grabbing them.

The tight and tiny skirt she wore had her little ass cheek meat hanging out the bottom, pissing me off.

On her feet were a pair of lime green heels, and she walked like an expert in them.

Her hair was in a curly afro that was pinned up on the sides, giving a perfect view of her flawless side profile.

My girl was constantly dripping in gold jewelry, so tonight was no different.

I wanted to hem her up in the bathroom for two different reasons.

On one hand, she needed to be punished for wearing something so skimpy.

It should’ve been for my eyes only. At the end of the day, she was a married woman.

Fuck all that “it’s fake” bullshit too. Then, on the other hand, I wanted to hike her leg up on the sink, lift that fucking skirt, drop to my knees, and eat her pussy like she stole something.

Nuri could make anything look classy. And a part of me felt like she intentionally wore that outfit to fuck with a nigga’s head.

Fuck... even her titties were trying to make me jealous as they jiggled every time she moved.

It was taking everything in me to keep my distance, but if she didn’t sit her ass down somewhere, one of two scenarios was happening.

Maybe even both of them fucking with me.

For some reason, every time I looked at her lately, I heard this heavenly melody pouring from the ether.

Nuri’s aura not only had a sound, but it was beautiful to witness.

It was colorful, bright, and morphed effortlessly from one color to the next, much like Nuri’s emotions.

I couldn’t get enough of her magnetizing essence and the way she made my heart race when she entered the same room as me.

The weight of what I was feeling was pressing down on me.

Mainly because I felt some guilt about what happened.

Nuri was just beginning to feel safe again.

Her trust in me was fresh... too fresh for there to already be a crack in the surface.

Now, I wasn’t sure how to move forward from that.

The first night Nuri appeared in the doorframe of my bedroom, asking if she could sleep with me, I figured she just needed a little time to adjust. By the fifth night, I was afraid I’d ruined her.

I watched her dance around with my sisters while they continuously took shots.

The more Nuri drank, the more seductive her dance moves became.

When I noticed I wasn’t the only nigga in the section mesmerized by her, I stood up, blocking their view of her voluptuous body, creating shapes that should’ve only been reserved for the bedroom.

“I want to go to the dancefloor!” Jiah yelled over the music.

While I wanted to hold Nuri hostage, I had no choice but to follow her with my eyes.

The club was filled with bodies, yet her sweet fragrance was all I could smell.

Leaning against the banister of the section, I kept a close watch on my girls.

Jiah and Je were my responsibility too. Niggas were in here getting fucked up, which meant morale was low around this bitch.

I refused to let anybody ruin their nights.

“Yo’ ass is in rare form tonight,” Jah noted as he came up on my right side.

Lazer took up my left with a blunt hanging from between his lips. I remained quiet because it wasn’t shit to say. Plus, my wife was on the dancefloor bouncing her ass like a pro, attracting too much attention for my liking.

“Burg and Paris are on the door,” Lazer chimed in. “There won’t be any surprises tonight.”

They were trying to assure me that the club was secure, but all I could focus on was the man who’d slithered himself behind my wife.

I stood at my full height, folding my arms over my chest. My eyes hadn’t left the two of them dancing in the middle of the floor.

Je was hyping her up while Jiah kept flicking her gaze to me, trying to get Nuri to stop.

Jah palmed his face beside me. “This nigga not blinkin’. Lord, Nuri, why you gotta play with fire?”

Lazer shook his head while studying my body language. He knew what time I was on when I lifted my black bandana over my mouth.

“Clear the way,” he warned everybody.

My body was stiff as I turned to leave the section.

I was in my city, so of course, everybody knew what was up when the mouth of a Dutch Reaper was covered up.

It was how we warned niggas that we were on straight bullshit.

If we pulled up with our bandanas already on, then you knew there wasn’t going to be any talking.

For some reason, the deejay started to spin my song “Reaper Sleeper,” making the air hum with the promise of violence.

Most clubs wouldn’t play this song because it was known to start fights and get the crowd too rowdy.

I bobbed my head to the music, feeling possessed by my jealousy and possessive over the woman who decided to leave her wedding ring at home tonight.

I snorted with a swipe of my nose. Nuri thought I wouldn’t notice, but I did.

The blood in my veins hummed in anticipation.

I’d vowed that no one other than me would lay a hand on my wife.

He’d fucked around and tried his luck on the worst fucking night.

I swear time slowed down from the moment my feet hit the dance floor.

Jiah’s eyes exploded in fear when she saw me approaching.

Little sis knew what the fuck was up. Nuri peeped my sister’s expression and turned slowly to look at me.

I saw her lips moving, but I couldn’t tell you what she said.

I was too focused on the nigga who’d touched what was mine.

He had better pray to God that he lived to never do it again.

I lifted my shirt, removing the pistol from my waist at the same time I called out to him. “Aye, yo!”

By the time he turned around, he was face-to-face with the barrel of my gun. His mouth gushed red as blood filled his mouth. I wasn’t done with his ass. I pistol-whipped him twice more before I grabbed him by the front of his shirt.

I began to drag him straight across the club by his collar, not even giving a damn that I was choking him. When I made it to the wall leading to the exit, I hiked him up by his throat and slammed him into the wall.

“Never touch what’s mine again in your life. Understand?”

“Ye-yeah, Kkkkkk-kaaaaiiiiiii,” he stuttered in fear.

My voice was gravelly when I replied. “It’s Mr. Walker to you.”

When I dropped him to the floor, he made a loud thud. I lowered my bandana and spit on him.

“Get the fuck out of my face before I do what I really want to.” I squeezed my fists, trying not to crash completely out in this fucking club.

It was like all sound returned to the room as I watched the nigga pull himself from the floor and limp away. When I glanced behind me, Nuri had a horrified expression on her face. I nodded toward the restrooms. “Come let me holla at you for a second.”

I didn’t leave any chance for her to respond because I turned and walked away.

I heard Jah telling her not to test me right now before her heels came clacking behind me.

I pushed open the door to the women’s restroom, holding it open for my hardheaded ass wife.

She was hugging herself as she walked past me.

When she was inside, I shut and locked the door behind us.

Neither of us spoke as we stared at one another.

My chest was still heaving because I was pissed the fuck off.

I wanted to go back out there and finish that nigga, but by the look on Nuri’s face, I’d proven my point.

I took a step toward her, and she backed away.

We continued that game until she was pressed against the wall with nowhere to go.

I loved the way her nipples tickled the front of my shirt.

I ran a finger down the side of her face. She whimpered, looking away in fear.

“Don’t be scared now. You know it’s your fault I had to get like that, right, Nuri Symone? That nigga’s probably going home with a broken jaw, and you did that to him.”

Her eyes snapped back to my face, bewildered. “Huh? What? How was any of that my fault?”

My hand slid up her chunky neck. Because my hand was so big, I was still able to get a good grip on it, rolls and all, I applied pressure as I placed my lips on her ear.

“I warned you that I would pistol whip a nigga behind you, and you decided to take that information and test me. Why the fuck are you not wearing your ring tonight, Nuri Symone? You got me fucked up. I know shit is supposed to be fake, but the way I’ll fuck a nigga up for even breathing on you is very real, baby girl.

Tread lightly, especially when you’re in front of me. ”

She stood there stunned, and I saw the perfect opportunity to do what had been on my mind all night.

Leaning forward, I placed my lips on hers as I held her face in my hands.

Our tongues teased one another before making love.

The nectar coating the inside of her mouth was so addictive that I struggled to pull away.

Eventually, I found the strength to and leaned my forehead on hers.

My eyes drifted to that tiny skirt, and I said, fuck it.

I spun her around and bent her over the sink.

Lifting her leg onto the counter, I dropped to my knees and then buried my face in her crotch.

As expected, she tasted so fucking amazing, and Nuri had a big clit that was easy to please.

She trembled every time I sucked and yanked on it before flicking my tongue back and forth over it.

“Kaiiiiii,” she moaned my name while holding on to the sink. She began to bounce her ass on me like she’d been doing in the club. I smacked her cheeks hard, making her hiss. “I’m about to cum, hubby.”

That shit motivated me to go harder. I slid two fingers inside her, then hopped to my feet. I looked at her with an intense stare in the mirror. My top lip was curled up even though I loved everything about the pleasure covering her face.

She was moaning so loudly that I gripped the front of her throat, pressing her deeper into the sink, and whispered in her ear. “Shut the fuck up and take this shit. You wanted to play with fire. Now, the only way to put it out is to cum all over my fucking fingers, Nuri Symone.”

I tightened my grip on her neck, then increased the speed of my fingers sliding in and out of her.

When I felt her walls tighten against my fingers, I smiled. “Yeah, fix shit with us, bae. Cum right fucking now.”

On command, her body began to jerk. Her mouth was open wide, but nothing came out as she did what she was supposed to. I smacked her on the cheek as her chest heaved up and down.

“Good girl.”

When Nuri glanced at me in the mirror, she had this look in her eyes.

A look that made me want to wrap her legs around my face for a second time.

My dick was resting against my leg, so it wasn’t like I wasn’t already ready for her.

She wanted me. I could tell by the way her walls continued to contract around me.

I removed my fingers from her honey pot and then shoved them in my mouth.

I licked off every drop of her essence and smiled.

“I wanna go home, Sekai,” she finally broke the silence to say.

I backed up, allowing her leg to fall to the floor like dead weight. Nuri quickly adjusted her skirt, trying to hide what I’d done to her in here.

When I got to the door, I smirked and opened it. As she passed by me, I said, “Yeah, I bet you do.”