Page 21 of Nobody Praying for Me

I was so zoned out that I couldn’t even say how much time passed. I didn’t move a muscle until I saw the back door open. Some people were carrying that nigga Bryaire out, but he was not my target, because he was already looking at a long road of healing ahead of him.

They loaded him into a truck then took off. A minute later, the door opened again, and I saw the fat muthafucka I was waiting for. Pulling my shiesty out of my back pocket, I slid it over my face to hide my features. Going into my waistband, I pulled out my gat and screwed on the silencer that was in my pocket.

He was too busy rubbing on the young girl walking beside him to notice he was being watched. The sight of it disgusted me and only encouraged me to follow through. Since they were distracted, I walked up behind them and pressed the barrel of my gun at the back of his head.

“Should’ve took that get out of jail free card when I offered it to you, bitch-ass nigga,” I said through gritted teeth.

Pow!

I blew his brains out, and the feeling was satisfying. I ignored the screaming girl and took off running back in the direction I came. My truck was parked down the adjacent alley, so once I got there, I took off my mask and put the gun in the glove compartment. Pulling out my phone, I sent a text message.

Me: Come over. Dinner is ready.

After pressing send, I started up and hit the gas, making the truck jerk forward in a roar. I gained control of it and leaned back in my seat to cruise on home. Neither of them niggas would ever be an issue for my woman again. I told her I was going to keep her safe, and I’d kept that promise. What I was looking forward to the most was going home and seeing her pretty-ass smile when she knew Daddy was home.

14

CHARISMA RAE JONES

Waltzing into Kalm’s bedroom, I found him lying on the bed with his hands behind his head. He seemed dazed out and in his own little world. Since coming home from training, he hadn’t come out once. Sissy and I were having a movie marathon in the living room, but she’d finally tapped out and headed into her room for bed, so I went looking for my man.

He didn’t move when I climbed in the bed and snuggled up beside him. His arm wrapped around my waist, securing me in place. I smiled to myself when I felt him kiss the top of my head. “You’re mighty quiet tonight. Are you nervous about the fight tomorrow night?”

I began tracing his abs while I waited for him to answer me. “Not nervous, just determined as fuck. I’m visualizing my success.”

He had a lot riding on the payout from this fight, between medical bills and attorney fees. I empathized with him because I saw how hard he’d been pushing himself over the last twelve weeks to prepare. I hadn’t slacked off or slipped up, working as his nutritionist, so he’d made weight, and tomorrow night was the official showdown.

It was going to be my first time experiencing him live in action, and I was a little nervous but also excited to be there to support him. Even Superman needed someone to lean on, and mine was no different. “I know you’re going to win, but I understand the need to get your mind right.”

I felt him shift and glanced up to find him looking down at me. “How you know that?”

“Because I believe in you.”

He blessed me with his smile and devoured me with his dark eyes, sending chills down my spine. “I’m glad to know you do. When I win, I’m putting some money aside to do something nice for you. You never ask for anything or make any complaints, but I want you to know I love you, I value you, and I appreciate the fuck out of you for all you do for me and Sissy.”

Tossing my leg over him, I straddled his body, feeling hot all over when his hands slid up my thighs. “You don’t have to do anything for me, honestly. Plenty of men have tricked on me in my life, but none of them loved me the way you do.”

His hands stopped their exploration of my curves, and he frowned at me. “Pretty, I don’t want to hear about niggas trickin’ on you. I’m over here telling you how much I love you, and you bringing up some shit from your past.” Before I could respond, he tossed me off him, hopped up from the bed, and went stomping into the bathroom, clearly irritated with me.

His reaction made me realize I didn’t think that all the way through before I said it. Kalm was possessive like me, and the thought of me having dealings with any other man deeply disturbed him. I was supposed to be in here easing his mind, not making things worse. With a sigh, I propped my head up on my hands and listened to him move around the bathroom. He could be so fucking sensitive sometimes, but if the roles were reversed, I probably would’ve slapped him upside the head for saying such a thing to me. He actually handled it quite well, in my opinion.

Climbing off the bed, I went into the kitchen to grab him a bag of the chocolate-covered donuts he loved to sneak and eat. By the time I came back, he was back in bed. I held up the bag of donuts when he gave me a side eye. “Peace offering?” I poked my lip out for emphasis.

He glanced toward the wall, pretending like he didn’t want the damn donuts. “You know my fight is tomorrow, and I can’t eat those right now.”

I giggled before racing across the bed to jump on him. “Oh, now you can’t eat these donuts? Don’t think I don’t know you’ve been sneaking into the pantry in the middle of the night to stuff your face.” I teased him by tickling his armpits until his attitude lifted. Pecking his lips, I placed the donuts on the side table and hovered over him. “But since you can’t eat the donuts, how about you eat me instead? I’m just as sweet and won’t get you in trouble.”

His smirk set off atomic bombs in my center. “On the contrary, I think your ass will get me in way more trouble than them fucking donuts.”

I backed away, ready to put distance between us. “So, you don’t want to eat my pussy then?”

He snatched me forward by the front of my muumuu, damn near giving me whiplash. “I ain’t say all that now. I happen to like a little bit of trouble.” He smacked me on the ass with a grin. “Let me hide underneath that muumuu, baby.”

I did as I was told and climbed up his body until I was where he wanted me to be. My muumuu hid his face, and since I wasn’t wearing panties underneath it, he feasted on my pussy like he was afraid it’d run away or something. I never got tired of his warm tongue lapping up my juices or his big hands massaging my ass cheeks. I wound my hips to direct him on where to apply pressure, and he listened like the good boy he was.

“Mmm, baby. You feel so good,” I moaned with my head thrown back and my fingers pinching my nipples until they stung.

“And you taste so fucking good,” he replied with a mouthful of my essence. Every slurping sound made my toes curl and liquid fire explode behind my eyes.