Passion Marks ****Chapter Twenty

When I said Redd's name, Christy defensively put her hand inside of her pocket. He closed the passenger car door and ran toward where I stood at the Benz. He smelled like weed and some bitch.

"Baby, where the fuck u been at! I thought i was trippin when I saw u, what the fuck? U fuckin pregnant? By who?"

He grabbed the bottom of the shirt I wore and snatched me closer to him, we were nose to nose, he was angry, he tried to kiss me.

"Stop! Redd no, I can't! It's over."

"Bitch, what? It's over?! What the fuck u mean it's over? Naw, see that was some old shit..."

I could tell shit wasn't about to go as I prayed they would at that moment. My worry was Christy, that ignant bitch was trigger happy, it was like she needed to see blood or she would go into a deep depression. Well we had just saw plenty and I wanted her to chill for a moment, this was personal. She knew everything already.

"Yes, Redd...I moved on and apparently u did too."

"Mane look...Shameka ain't shit u know that. Baby, she ain't u. Get ya shit and come on, I ain't tryna be seen, I just wanted to visit Boogie grave."

My phone rang at that very moment, I knew it was Twan.

After I hadn't answered he text: I miss u and my unborn (son) lol! Please hurry home! ILY...Mrs. Carter.

"I can't leave with u Redd, u can't just expect me to be happy to see u and I hadn't planned...I need to go get my stuff. I don't even have anything with me, just let me get my shit, I'll come back!"

"U fuckin lying!"

He grabbed my shoulder and tried to push me toward the car he was inside, a nigga I hadn't seen before was in the driver's seat.

"Redd, Bro! Chill out!" The nigga said, "U trippin! She pregnant!"

He pushed me down, I could hear Christy's footsteps "U use to fuck with this bitch ass nigga? Ole cupcake ass! He had pushed me hard. I could feel pain in my back, my impact had been unexpected. I knew Redd could be violent at times, but was he acting out of hurt? This had to be his payback. Why had I even perceived he was dead? Had Twan lied? Or had I misunderstood? Why wasn't I more alert?

"Get the fuck up before I stomp u and this bitch in a grave."

Oh, u a hard ass nigga again huh, don't forget I know what it is...

Christy laughed at him, examining him from head to toe.

"Get up, that nigga a clown...I'll paint his face right here, he wouldn't even have far to go. Say the words bitch, say the words."

I stood up, he looked as if he had been betrayed. Had I planned this? Fuck no! Shit happens! And Shameka? The hoe was deaf! I guess he concluded she didn't have to listen to the dick, just suck it! He should have been ashamed, and I should have known her dumb ass would take him back like she always had. How could I not have known, at least she wasn't hard to find.

"Naw he good."

As if he knew she was serious, he got inside of the car.

"What's your fuckin number? He asked. U better come back tomorrow Haze, I'm serious."

I gave him Christy's.

He was so mad he decided not to visit Boogie's grave that was only a few feet away. I think I still loved him, but how could I. I was so sad, I instantly became depressed. I cried the whole trip back, Christy was upset because I was hurt. "Fuck that nigga...I'll stick something in his ass."

I didn't even know how to mention the encounter to Twan. He could tell I was upset when I went back home. "How was your Daddy..." he asked as if he knew I hadn't saw him.

"Couldn't find him."

"Oh, well u will next time. Come on, let's shower, I missed u."

The tears began to roll down my face, I had never been so hurt. I didn't wanna tell him about the fall, or the back pain I was having, I just hoped everything was fine with my baby. He hugged, me. "Why are u so dirty?"

"I went to Boogie's grave."

"Oh, Ohhhh...I get it."

"I wanna smoke, I fell down...the pain is..."

"U FELL?! HOW!"

He reached for my belly, I pushed his hand away. I was so torn.

"Long story, just please...I need a blunt."

"Ok, I guess just one. Are u gonna tell me what happened, I love u?! I'll bathe u, u don't have to stand up."

He rolled a blunt and turned the water on. I soon went inside the bathroom and climbed inside the whirlpool tub. He climbed in shortly after, the smoke and the steam conglomerated and rose toward the heat lamp, the cloud lingered. The effect was suddenly calming. I laid back. I felt his grip on my chin as he forcefully jerked my head. "HOW THE FUCK U GOT PASSION MARKS? I DIDN'T DO THIS HAZEL!"

CHRISTY! FUUUUCKKK!

"Huh, I don't have passion marks, it has to be from the dirt. I may be allergic."

"Around your fucking nipples too?"

"Um, where?!"

"Dammit Hazel, u wanna play with my feelings? What nigga u done went and fucked with my baby, OPEN YOUR FUCKIN LEGS!"

I knew when he talked between his teeth he was upset, I could see his temple pulsating, I reached for the blunt, he threw it against the wall. I felt his fingernail, he tried to stick his finger inside my pussy.

"BABY, I HAVEN'T FUCKED NO NIGGA!"

I hadn't.

"Well I guess u fucked a bitch!"

Technically...

"Twan, please...I don't feel good, my back!"

"Hazel, let me find out u playing with me. I gave up everything for u, just let me fucking find out!"

"Baby, no...u are hurting me! Let me go!"

"Well get on top, ride it!"

His dick was hard, how the fuck was this turning him on?

"I need u, Baby Ion care who u fucked, come on, baby, I love u, Ill kill u."

His hand was around my neck. I straddled him and put him inside, he just stared at me with no reaction. He finally closed his eyes, his lashes became wet.

When he entered me, all I could think about was Christy. I became overly excited. My heart beat fast, I still smelled like the Prada Candy she wore. It turned him on, it made me wet.

"See, I told u Daddy..."

He opened his eyes and stared at me, sucking his bottom lip. If I didn't know any better I would say his thug ass wanted to cry.

I needed the blunt.

I could feel how hard he was inside of me he was going to explode soon.

Sabrina had been obedient and it was funny how I could have his bitch if I wanted to...we would soon return. Christy had checked into her room and I was sure she had company, his brother wasn't home. We needed to talk, seriously. She could get out of hand sometimes, but she was amazing. I came, he stopped.

"Hazel, don't leave me."

I said nothing, I could feel his relaxed disappointment as he kissed my chest. I squeezed his dick, I wanted to hear him moan. I needed to be capable of humbling that nigga. Christy had turned me on to some real game.

"Baby...."

" Huh? Let's smoke," I said.

"But u don't need to."

Hilarious.

He slid down in the tub, the water covered his chin. He rubbed his thumb against my sensitive clit, I'd almost drowned him by accident. Curiosity had covered his face. "Lets smoke," he finally agreed.

"Stay out of the dirt."

He stepped out and reached for my hand, his dick was pointed toward his belly...that turned me on. I knew after the blunt and real bath I was in trouble.

But Redd...

Christy agreed...a broke nigga will do anything, and he was perfect for the job.

He would soon meet Sabrina, she would soon empty Veronica's account, Christy would soon kill them both.

Twan, he would kill Redd...again.