Page 65 of Mr. Calloway

My head dropped forward before I sank my teeth into her back. “Ah shit!” she yelped.

I set the blunt on the edge of the table and gripped the front of her neck, bringing her head slightly backward. Foreheads touching. While sending my dick as far as it could go through the vegan valley, I gazed at Zaria. I gazed at her too deeply, and a wave of something went through me.

“I love you, Zaria. I love you so much that no matter what happens, a nigga will always be here. I fucking love everything you are, everything you will be, and everything you do.”

My thrusts became slower but harder. “You are the light of my life, the queen of this castle, the mother to my kids, and my soulmate,” I barely got out.

Thrust slower.

“I-I—” I found myself choking up.

Thrust slower.

“Ooo, baby,” she moaned.

“There is no Mr. Calloway without you.”

Thrust slower.

This time, my mouth opened, but nothing came out; a tear slipped from my eye, landing onto her lips. For each letter I’d written her, trying to say words that my mouth couldn’t, it all finally settled in. My future with her that I dreamed about before knowing her was all balled up in this moment.

I’m about to cum, June!

And still I had no words. I could see my phone light up out of the corner of my eye, but I ignored it because I needed this moment, and everyone, therefore, came after.

Cum for me, Z. Cum until you can’t anymore.

The slower I thrusted, the more my nut brewed. When she stuck her tongue out and stroked my lips, my eyes closed, and there was another tear.

I’m cummin’, baby. Let’s go to our place.

Just like that, Zaria and I exploded together.

Once we were done, she slid her robe on and headed toward the house. I picked up my phone to see that the request I had submitted was complete. I needed this because knowing that after today, something new would be coming felt good.

“It’s time,” I told Zaria before she stepped out of the greenhouse.

No words needed to be exchanged because she knew exactly what that meant.

PRESS PLAY

When I arrived at the Zoo, it almost felt bittersweet. Before getting out, I lit a blunt in preparation for the celebration. I took a few pulls, then grabbed my bag and got out. I indulged in the devil’s lettuce as I made my way toward the door. When the guy stepped forward, he gave me a slow nod.

“He’s hanging.”

“Where was he?”

“Same place he found me,” Jungle said.

I ended up having Bishop find out who the car belonged to after being followed. It took a little minute to find the nigga, but when I did, it was he who told me everything I needed to know. In exchange for his information, I spared the nigga’s life because what he and his men called themselves doing already cost them a body. Jungle made for a good soldier, but not one on my team, because all of mine were solid.

He gave me a nod before walking off. It wasn’t even more than two to three seconds when I glanced back, and the nigga had disappeared.

When I walked into the Zoo, Clark hung there like a rack of meat. His head hung with blood trickling onto the floor. His naked body was fucked-up and disgusting looking. I tossed the bag onto the table and began clapping.

Clap! Clap!

“Wake up, muhfucka!” I shouted.