Merci & Greyson, page 10
part #3 of Snatched Up By A Bad Boy Series
“Sawyer, I swear I needed this,” I moaned out as I clawed at the couch.
“Me too baby. Shit,” he replied as he rammed deep.
I could feel my nut right there. My stomach was getting tighter. My heartbeat was picking up and I could feel sweat forming on the bridge of my nose. It was right there. Just a few more strokes, hitting this exact spot that Sawyer kept taunting with, was about to have me creaming all over his dick.
“No…” I literally screamed out when the sounds of Sai’Ann crying echoed from the baby monitor, totally killing what we had going on.
“You better not fucking move. She will be ok.” Sawyer held me tightly so that I couldn’t move.
“Baby,” I cried out, because I didn’t know if I should stay put or get up and get our crying child.
“I’m about to nut Bryn,” his thick tone said through clenched teeth, and he began to go harder and faster.
“Fuck,” he moaned.
“Shit, Sawyer,” I cried out as I released.
I could feel his warmness inside of me and I knew the moment I stood up, that it was most likely going to seep out of me. I was happy that I had gotten on birth control because Sawyer didn’t believe in wrapping it up.
Hearing our baby cry even louder didn’t give me the chance to even catch my breath, wipe my pussy or nothing.
“You want to go get her or do I have to?” I looked over at Sawyer who was sitting on the other end of the couch with his eyes half closed.
“You go get her baby. You done wore me the fuck out.” He peeked over at me with one eye open and the other one closed.
Huffing, I got up and picked my clothes up off the floor and slipped them on.
Before entering my baby’s room, I stopped by the bathroom and washed my hands.
When I got inside of her room, her little self was crying so hard, that her face was red. Scooping her up, I laid her against my chest and her little spoiled behind instantly stopped crying.
I rocked her from side to side as I made my way back downstairs. Looking around, Sawyer was no longer on the couch like he was before I left.
“Sawyer, babe,” I called his name, but he didn’t answer.
“Sawyer, where you at?” I called for him again because I needed his help. I needed him to either hold Sai’Ann while I fixed her bottle or for him to fix it.
Walking around the house, I finally found him, sitting in the kitchen with my phone in his hand. The scowl on his face let me know that he was mad, and I already knew why.
“Baby,” I said lowly, while holding our daughter.
Sawyer didn’t say a word. He looked up at me, tilted his head to the side and just mugged me.
“I was going to tell you. I swear.” My voice trembled because the last thing I wanted was for Troy, my ex, to cause any kind of problems between what we now had.
“So why the fuck didn’t you?” he raised his voice.
“I was waiting for the right time. That is all.”
Him hearing me say that caused him to scrunch up his face in confusion and launch my phone across the room. The sound of my phone shattering caused me to flinch and for our baby to start crying all over again.
“Sawyer,” I yelled his name, because he had lost his everlasting mind. I got that he was upset but right now, he was taking things a little too far.
“Brynlee, you know I will kill when it comes to you, right?” he asked, ignoring our crying child as he walked closer towards us.
Trembling, I was now upset with him, so I didn’t say a word.
“You do know that, right?” He was standing right in front of me as his chest heaved up and down.
“Yes, I know that,” I answered lowly.
“Good.” He leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead.
“I just wanted to make sure. Now give me our baby. I’ll buy you a new phone in the morning. You need a new number anyways,” he stated calmly as he grabbed our child out of my arms and headed towards the living room.
I stood there stunned, shocked, and speechless. I knew that his words held some type of weight behind them. That was the thing about dating hood ass niggas. When they loved, they loved hard and didn’t play. I knew most likely that Troy had just gotten himself in some deep shit, especially since Sawyer already didn’t like him.
But it was better him than me because I just knew Sawyer was going to fuck me up from keeping that a secret from him.
Running my fingers through my hair, I got myself together and went to make our baby a bottle. I could only pray that he and I were done arguing about this situation.
13
Sawyer
See the crazy thing about it all, I couldn’t even be mad at Brynlee.
At the time, I was pissed because there should have been no reason why his calls were even coming fucking through but after talking later on, and me getting more info about it all, my issue wasn’t with her. My issue was him.
Granted, she could have easily gotten her number changed, but it was what it was. That nigga knew he was old news but still couldn’t get the picture.
I felt like he was lowkey trying to disrespect me. Brynlee was my girl. My woman, my rib, the mother of my child and was going to be my wife, and I felt like that nigga just didn’t give a fuck. If he did, he would have known to stay in his place. He would have known that I wasn’t that nigga that took disrespect lightly. Especially from someone who already got away with it one time.
And had it not been for the cops coming, he wouldn’t have gotten away with that shit.
After apologizing to Brynlee about breaking her phone, of course I went out and got her a new one.
She and I had decided that with all the tension, that we indeed needed to go on that vacation that Merci had suggested.
I had talked my mother into keep Sai’von on days that Keila couldn’t and Brynlee had gotten her mother to keep Sai’Ann. It was already set in stone and our flight would leave out tomorrow morning.
However, before I went out to enjoy my time with my girl and friends, I had business to handle.
Looking down at my watch, I counted down the seconds. Just like clockwork, I heard the lock unlock and the front door open. All of the lights were off which made it pitch black in the house.
“Yes, I’m so sick of all of it. I thought that things would work but they’re not and I just can’t do it no more.”
Listening to her vent and unaware of her surroundings caused me to want to chuckle out loud. Women were so careless when it came to their safety and that shit was so wild to me.
While I remained standing in the dark corner, the lights were flicked on.
I watched her as she moved effortlessly around her home without a care in the world.
Finally, she turned around and our eyes met.
“Ahh,” she screamed, now startling her son that she had been carrying in her arms.
The phone that she had to her ear came crashing to the floor. She didn’t know what to do. I watched as her body began to shake, as she diverted her eyes from me then to the door. Most likely calculating the distance and wondering if she could make it.
“Shh.” I placed my finger over my mouth as I made my way towards her.
It sucked being involved with someone who couldn’t protect you. Troy was out here doing hoe shit but wasn’t protecting his seed or his woman and he should have known, I didn’t play about mine!
I had hired someone to fly out and scope out their every move. I wanted to know times and everything just for this day. So I could be around whenever Troy got home. I watched on as she tried to console her now crying baby and also her nerves at the same time.
Leaning down, I grabbed her phone and muffled it so the caller on the other end wouldn’t hear me.
“Let them know you’re perfectly ok or there will be an issue. You understand?” I let her know, and she shook her head up and down.
I looked at her skeptical at first, but I handed her the phone and mugged her the whole time, daring her to try me.
Grabbing the phone out of my hand, her hand shook as if she was 90 years old as she slowly brought the phone up to her ear.
“Hello,” her voice trembled into the phone which made me buck my eyes at her.
She better had gotten her shit together and made whatever she said sound believable, because this was supposed to be an easy come and go thing.
Brynlee didn’t even know where I was right now. She thought I was out buying shit for the trip, but truth be told, I was out trying to tie up all loose ends so we wouldn’t have this problem anymore.
Just how I did with Spencer. I knew he would continuously be a thorn in my ass, so I decided to nip it before it got way out of hand, which he did the moment he put his hands on Brynlee.
“Girl, my bad, it was a big ass spider. I’ve been telling Troy to call pest control but of course he didn’t,” she stated, lying to whomever she was talking to.
As I waved my hand in the air directing her to hurry the conversation up, she quickly got off the phone.
She was now standing, looking at me with terror.
“What’s your name again sweetheart?” I asked her.
“Ja... Jadoré,” she stuttered.
“What’s good Jadoré? How things been?” I calmly asked her.
I knew she was probably confused as fuck as to why I was talking to her in a calm manner. She probably thought I was about to kill her; I mean, I wasn’t.
It was going to suck that I was going to do this to their son. I didn’t know first-hand how it felt not to have my father around, but I knew people who it did effect in a major way.
But when it comes to mine, my only focus was to protect them at all cost, no matter what. And I just felt like Troy was going to be a problem. If not now, later. Especially because he wasn’t getting the picture. He was still on some I miss what we had type shit. That right there, was why he had me fucked up, right along with a list of other shit.
“You can’t talk?” I questioned after she stood there staring at me in complete silence.
“I’m confused on what you want. Why are you here?” she finally spoke as she patted her cranky child on the back.
“Why do you think I’m here? I don’t think I have to explain that. From the sounds of things, you might be very aware of why I’m here,” I let her know.
Most women knew their men, they knew when something wasn’t right about them and they knew when they were out fucking up.
Granted most didn’t speak on it, they just waited until you fucked up, and all hell would break loose.
I was pretty sure Jadoré was aware that Troy was still trying to keep in contact with Brynlee. Even if she didn’t want to step up and put her foot down, she didn’t have to worry. I was that nigga that was going to do it for her.
Before she could even answer me, she began to break down crying. I could tell that Jadoré truthfully didn’t know what she was signing up for by fucking with Troy and that she had gotten in way more than she bargained for.
“Man, lil’ mama, what you crying for?” I asked her.
Not that I gave a fuck, but a nigga like me wasn’t a straight asshole. I could sense that she was going through it.
“Because it is so hard,” she expressed.
She began to tell me about all the shit that they had been going through. The only reason why I listened was because I had a few minutes to spare. I knew that Troy would be bringing his lame ass into the house in about two minutes and that’s when all hell was going to break lose.
Finally hearing the door open, Troy entered the house, looking like he had been at the bar all day. I could literally smell the whiskey and cigarette smoke on him. The shit was disgusting, and I just couldn’t believe Brynlee fucked with him.
“Jadoré, let me see my damn son,” he commanded of her.
His voice was groggy and because I was standing in the kitchen area, he didn’t even know that I was here. However, I was about to make my presence known.
Pulling one of the guns out of the back of my pants, I twisted the silencer onto it and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room area.
Jadoré looked back at me as her eyes sat lowly with sadness. I guess she didn’t know how real this was going to get. Never had I told her what I was going to do.
Shit, and to be honest, even though she complained about that nigga, I knew she still loved him and probably didn’t want death to be on the table for him.
“The fuck?” Troy’s eyes got wide as a saucer. He began to back up as Jadoré shot to her feet.
“I didn’t know you were going to harm him,” she shouted.
“I mean, do you want it to be you and him?” I asked with my gun pointed at her.
Tears began to stream down her face as she raised her hand up in front of her. “No, I have a baby to raise.”
“Good. Well if you want to be around long enough to raise him, it’s best you mind your business and never in your life speak about this day, not even to God. Do I make myself clear?” I roared.
She nodded her headed quickly as she ran over to the couch and picked up their son and held him tight to her chest.
“Now back to you.” I turned my gun to Troy, and he was shaking like a damn stripper.
There was then a strong stench that lingered in the air and I just knew this grown ass nigga didn’t do what I thought he had.
“Did you shit on yourself?” I frowned, curling my lip up as he looked at me with pleading eyes.
The nigga didn’t say shit, but I could tell by the way he was now standing that he had. I couldn’t do anything but shake my head at him and try my best to ignore the funky ass smell.
“You’re fucking pathetic and I don’t know what the fuck Brynlee ever saw in your bitch ass,” I spat.
“Why the fuck are you still reaching out to my bitch? You and her don’t have shit to even talk about, my nigga.” I mugged him.
“It was about the court stuff,” he mumbled, lying.
See the nigga must have taken me for a joke to sit up in here and lie in my fucking face.
Chuckling as I scratched the side of my head with the barrel of the gun, I looked at him. “So, you think lying in my fucking face is going to help you out?”
Pointing the gun at him, I aimed it right at his dome and he dropped to his knees. He covered his head with his hands as if that would protect him from a bullet.
Jadoré was screaming to the top of her lungs for me not to kill his punk ass and then on top of it, their son was crying. It was a lot going on, but I didn’t give a fuck.
“Listen, take your ass in that room and don’t come out until I tell you to, unless you want to watch what is about to take place.” I looked at Jadoré giving her an option.
It really didn’t matter to me or not what she decided to do. I was just trying to spare her from seeing her first murder.
Well, in this case suicide, because the thing was, I wasn’t about to be the one pulling the trigger. He was going to do it.
Running off, she went into what I assumed to be the bedroom. Once I heard the door slam closed, I focused back on him.
“Alright look. This is how this about to go.” I stopped, looked down at my watch to check the time then back at him.
This had definitely taken way longer than I had wanted it to.
“Take this gun here, aim it at your head, and you know the rest.” I handed him the gun while pulling another one from behind me.
“You want me to kill myself?” he asked in confusion.
“Yes, and hurry the fuck up. I gotta get back to my girl and my kids.”
“And don’t try no funny shit because before you can even think to aim that gun at me, I would have put two in between ya head,” I warned him as I watched him look at the gun then up at me.
“I have a son that needs me.” He began to cry like the punk ass nigga that he was.
“Don’t give a fuck.” I shrugged.
This nigga was trippin’. Did he think any of that mattered to me? He was the same nigga that had tried to take me out all because he was in his feelings. To leave my son out here without a father. So, there wasn’t an ounce of me that cared about his tears or his child. Life was fucked up, especially when you fucked with the wrong people.
“Hurry the fuck up,” I roared, pointing the other gun at him.
Trembling, I watched him as he raised the gun up and pointed it at the side of his head. He was on his knees and his body was trembling as he closed his eyes together tightly. I could see the tears fall out of his eyes, but none of it moved me.
I had seen niggas cry, vomit, shit, pass out and none of that changed their fate. They all ended up still being dealt with. When it came to my respect, I had no understanding, as any man should.
“Man, fuck this shit,” I roared, getting ready to pull the trigger myself.
Pew!
The bullet flew through the side of his head, causing blood to splatter all over their sofa. His body collapsed to the floor causing a loud thud sound. Blood began to leak from his head, oozing out and coloring their white carpet.
I looked down at his lifeless body and it was like I could feel the weight being lifted off my shoulders. I felt like I had just shredded a few pounds.
Walking out of the house the same way I entered, I closed the door behind me. Before I could even make it down to the lil’ car that I had gotten, I could hear Jadoré screaming loud.
I wasn’t too worried about her either because I was about to call up some niggas to handle the shit.
Even though I couldn’t harm her, that didn’t mean someone else couldn’t. Never would I ever be stupid enough to leave a witness like that.
The only person that I had ever let make it was Kelia, and that’s because my son needed his mother. However, if she hadn’t gotten her shit together, I would have taken her out too.
Before driving off, I pulled the gloves off my hands.
As I cruised down the street, I watched the crew ride past me and pull up into the driveway.
Shit, I just prayed that their son ended up with a good family.
