Page 13 of Virgo Type Sh*t (BLP Signs of Love #1)

This story was getting good as hell. If it ended the way that I projected it to end, then that curve I hoped for to not fuck her in this house would be uncurved like fuck. “Alright, what did you do with that information?”

She shrugged her shoulders, picked her fork up and put food on it. “I kidnapped them, did an electrical experiment, then killed them.” She put the food on her fork in her mouth like she just didn’t tell me that her crazy ass killed her ex and her best friend.

“Aye, can I talk to you privately for a moment?” I asked her.

She agreed and Fiona directed us into a bedroom that we could use. I had to assume that they knew what was up. I was on her ass the second I closed and locked the door. “You wasn’t ’bout to let nobody play wit’ you. I like that shit ’cause I ain’t ga let nobody play wit’ my ole lady either.”

She moaned into my mouth when I lifted her skirt.

I backed her ass up to the dresser, then lifted her ass up.

When I pulled back from our kiss, her cheeks were rosy.

“If you fuck me over, I’m going to handle you the same way.

So, before you think what I did is so sexy, know that I’m with that murder game if I need to be. ”

That should have in no way made my dick harder.

Her ass just threatened my fucking life.

Her head went back when my hand gripped her neck.

The hiss she released sent a jolt of energy throughout me.

My lips went to her ear. “Oh, and if you fuck me ova, don’t think I won’t kill yo’ ass because you a woman.

Fuck me over, I want you ta think of Jack the fuckin’ Ripper. ”

My other hand went between her legs to pull her panties to the side. I didn’t have to let my dick out because my baby did it for me. That pussy was wet as fuck, so my dick slid in. I couldn’t say that it slid in without resistance, because my woman’s pussy was tight like country, back road curves.

She leaned back on the wall to give me better leverage so I could beat her pussy up. “Yes, Tumnus. Just like that.”

I stopped stroking to look at her with a tight jaw. “Don’t play wit’ me, Mekole.” She snickered because she knew I hated my first fucking name. “Bet!”

For the next ten minutes, I stroked the unmitigated sarcasm right out of her ass.

The first few times that she reached down to push my abs back, I smacked her hand away.

The last time, I just held her wrist. She couldn’t do shit because she needed that other hand to hold her ass up. She was at my and my dick’s mercy.

We cleaned up after we finished, then went back out to the dining room.

Fiona looked at both of us with tight eyes.

“So, she tells you that she killed two people. Your response is to take her into a bedroom and fuck her.” Her eyes flicked over to her husband.

“I told you they were meant to be in crazy people heaven.”

Mekole laughed. “Whew, I guess you and Croy would know. Y’all are in that same crazy people heaven.”

“Oh, we’re not denying that shit,” Croy said with a titter.

“Hell yeah, me and my baby are crazy as hell. That’s the reason we can tell y’all that both of you need to find peace in each other, but most importantly in yourself.

The shit that y’all do is hard and can take a toll, no matter how crazy you think you are.

Y’all are in the business on different sides, but that negates nothing. ”

Mekole and I had light conversations about this. “What advice outside of being our own and each other’s peace do you have?” I asked Fiona and Croy. I looked over at Mekole. “I’m trying to make this a forever thing.”

I caught Mekole trying to hide her smile.

Fiona, however, didn’t. “Communication is the most important thing. There are going to be days when you don’t want to talk, but you have to.

If you need to take a second to get it together, do that, but don’t ever just not talk. Hold each other accountable to that.”

Croy chuckled. “Man, there was a time when I thought Fiona and I were going to kill each other. Croya’s mama popped her ass up like hey, this is your daughter.

Her ass was trifling as fuck. I had to remind Fiona daily to not put a bullet in that girl’s head.

” When I asked what happened, he snickered. “She shot that damn girl in the hand.”

“That bitch deserved to get shot in the damn head,” Fiona quipped. “Like Croy said, relationships aren’t easy, and both of you know that from previous relationships.” When her brow hitched, I knew that Croy told her about my ex.

For another hour we got advice from Fiona and Croy on ways to help our relationship be successful.

That was the goal for both of us. I started our relationship like I’d done all of my other relationships .

. . abruptly. This one was the most abrupt, but it was also the one that I wanted to go to the end more than any of the others.

Back To the Present . . .

“Yeah, we takin’ our relationship one day at a time. Croy and Fiona gave us a lot of good advice.” I appreciated the fact that everyone wanted our relationship to be successful.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

“Damn, I forgot we had dis nigga in the trunk,” I said with a chuckle. “Let’s finish this shit. I’m ready to go home.”

We were in the middle of nowhere, in the damn woods. “I’ll go ahead and call them. This shit is going to take less than five minutes.” Ned pulled his bat phone out to make the call to the clean-up team. They had already been out here to set the shit up, but they had to finish the job.

We got out of the car to go to the trunk where Johnny Boy was.

I stopped to get what I needed from the back seat.

The kids’ grandfather wanted this to be a quick one.

The storyline of his disappearance was already set in place.

“Please don’t do this, man,” Johnathan cried.

“Why y’all doing this shit to me, man? I don’t fuck wit’ nobody. ”

This man couldn’t be serious. “You call fuckin’ on lil churn not fuckin’ wit nobody? I know you fuckin’ lying.” My disdain filled the air.

His whimpering quieted. “Wh-what? I—I never touched anyone. I’m not a pedo.”

Ned punched the dude in the face with his gloved fist. “Nigga, you a pedo. Ya lil girlfriend let you have your way with her kids on some desperate, I need a man shit. Well, now y’all can be together in hell.”

“What do you mean!” He yelled when Ned pulled him out of the car. He was bound, so it wasn’t like he could go anywhere. “Help! Help!”

I smacked him on the back of the head. “Man, shut all dat yellin’ up. We in da middle ah no fuckin’ where. Who you think ’bout to hear you, dummy!”

We walked him back into the woods using the locator shit that we were given to find the already dug grave.

Johnny Boy must have accepted his fate, because his ass cried silently instead of all of that screaming.

Ned looked at his bat phone for a second before he told me that the ETA for the crew was seven minutes.

After a damn ten-minute walk we finally got to the open grave. I reached in it to grab the locator probe and put it in my pocket. “Aye, why dis grave seem so shallow?”

Ned shrugged his shoulders. “Shit, I’on know or care. If it’s like that, there has to be a reason.” He pushed Johnathan into the grave and turned him onto his back.

I pulled the pump back on my shot gun. “I wish you well in hell, nigga.” Before he could get out another word, his face was obliterated.

Minutes later, the crew arrived and immediately got to work. One dude reached in and got the bullet out of Johnny Boy’s head. Three others started to undress him.

My cheeks turned up when Galiana walked toward us with my baby next to her. They talked lowly to each other. “Hey, guys. We got it from here.”

I wanted to remain professional, but in the same breath, I wanted to take my baby ten trees over and fuck the shit out of her. “Cool, we’ll get gone. I got one question though. Why da grave so shallow? I thought you supposed ta bury a body six feet deep.”