Church Girl Gone Wild (17 page)

All that ended the day my moms walked through the front door. Pops was a cold dude, but my moms was a cold beast. She had Pops steppin' out on Toi the moment he'd gotten acquitted. She'd been living out at my great
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great
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grandparents' abandoned farm not far from where they found her car. She got to lie low, not work, and make Pop's life a living hell all at the same time.

The song ended and Toi got up from the all-white baby grand in a dark purple skirt with a lighter-shaded silk tank top. My eyes lit up, at the unexpected surprise of seeing her. It felt like there was a magnetic cord stretching across the room connecting my eyes to hers. We hadn't seen each other since the day I ran into her at church with Eva and when she finally reached out to me a year ago it was to tell me I had a ten-year-old daughter. Destiny had a tumor and needed all these surgeries that cost all kinds of stupid money. And we still lost her.

I clenched and unclenched my hand in my pocket. Shit was not supposed to go down the way it did. I'd only taken enough to get Destiny's surgeries and while keeping both Fayme and Toikea happy and then everything fell on Eva's head. I couldn't even speak up on her behalf or I'd sink too. Now I was trapped. Damned if I said something and a fool if I ain't take Toi and run. Love or no love my sentence could have been worse than settling for this marriage shit. Toi's skin still had that glow I remembered; she even smelled and smiled the same with her one dimple. I almost hadn't recognized her the first time I'd seen her with her hair in short, choppy, layered pixie cut. It wasn't bad considering she used to only rock this poufy mane of deep wave remy. That mess shed all over the house; it was one of the main reasons I hated when Eva put all that shit in her hair. She was staring up at me smiling from all of her five feet and some change.

I offered her a distracted smile. “What are you doing up here already? I thought you'd still be getting dressed,” I finally managed to croak out.

She reached out grabbing me by my pinky. That was always her thing; she'd never hold my hand, just a finger. But Toi had tiny hands to begin with so it actually worked better that way.

She smiled. “I have a surprise for you.”

“My boat?” I asked Toi again.

She'd led me away from everyone else toward the helm. We were standing in what I'd call a pimped-out woodgrain black leather-clad cockpit. The instrument clusters were all lit up in bright blues and greens outlined with gold bezels. I got rock hard just looking at it and thinking my name was attached to it.

Toi stood on her toes and smiled up at me. She kissed the tip of my nose, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “It's my wedding present to my future husband.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

I couldn't speak. Hell, I ain't even know we were exchanging gifts and whatnot. My collar was starting to feel extra tight around my neck. I know what she wanted to hear but I was still reeling from the fact that she'd just handed me a boat like a pair of shoes. A nigga ain't even have a job. Not that Toi knew that. There were just so many not-good times to say something; like even now was just not a good time. I'd gotten fired behind some bullshit from my warehouse job.

Mr. Owens was one of those old as hell, twenty cups of coffee drinking fools, with stained brown teeth and shaky hands. He always acted like he had a problem with the boys in the warehouse bay. We got the worst bonuses, shifts, and never got thanked for shit. Last year he married a twenty-something chocolate drop who he met online of all places.

He messed up when he made her the payroll manager setting her up in her own office. Out of 1,000 people in the workplace only thirty were women so all day she's looking at men in all different shapes, sizes, and flavors who ain't her husband. But, I guessed he forgot to tell wifey about the hidden cameras in the office spaces. Mr. Owens caught her getting it in, but he could only see the dude's back. He said he wouldn't divorce her if she'd just tell him who it was. Who do you think matched her secret fucker's build, height, and complexion? He could have at least given me some severance pay. I couldn't even get Fayme to give me a courtesy fuck, but I bet she would if I brought her on this boat.

“What's the matter, pumpkin? You don't like it, we can change anything up here so it's just the way you like it okay?”

I nodded. “I want to name it Destiny then.”

Toi rolled her eyes. “See I told that li'l man you'd want something like that. It already has a name: it's the Poseidon's Point. I don't know if we can change it. Something about title, registrations, and stuff, just like a car.”

“It's fine. What the hell's in a stupid boat's name anyway?”

I leaned down kissing her hard and deep to show my appreciation. Toi sighed against my lips and melted into me. I had every intention on christening every inch of this boat starting right here. Breaking the kiss long enough nibble her neck, I lifted her up onto the console and positioned myself in between the heat of her thighs. She gasped, and started fumbling with my pants.

Someone cleared their throat and pounded me hard on the back of my shoulder.

“Dontay, I've got someone here for you to meet,” Bear interrupted.

I almost groaned out loud. I helped Toi down, looked to the ceiling, and turned around.

“Dontay James, I remember you back in the day, Norfolk State. Power forward, started in every game Deacon once called you a submarine Christian,” Reverend Matthews joked. “Said you only surfaced what twice a year Christmas and Easter? Right, am I right?”

Reverend Matthews laughed one of those boisterous hurt-your-ears-loud Norseman laughs, jabbing me in the arm with his elbow. I crossed my arms tight over my chest not even slightly amused. I didn't feel like entertaining anyone that was connected to Deacon. Sister Bealiah's conversation from the nail shop all those years ago came back to me. I clamped my jaw against the jealous wave of heat that shot up my neck. I didn't want to imagine this fat-fucker touchin' Fayme. I looked by my side and noticed Toi had somehow managed to slip away and that only irritated me further.

“Come on, Dontay, the reverend was about to hear me out on this business model I came up with. He's got a lot of decent investment ideas if you want to get in.”

Reverend Matthews ran his fingers over his goatee tilting his head to one side. “You know I can always use somebody at the church. Bodyguards or something high profile in case they try to take me out like that minister in Belly.”

Reverend Matthews spun on his heel. My eyes damn near bulged out of my head. Bear made the mean-mug money face, either fist pumping the air or doing a one-man choo choo train.

I whispered, “How the hell he even know what Belly is?”

Bear shrugged.

We went up another level to a smaller deck that was almost identical to the one we'd just left except the skylight was open letting the fresh sea air pour in. Reverend Matthews's shoes tapped against the hardwood floor until then he threw himself into an oversized couch with a sigh. Vaughn and myself took a seat on the couch across from it. Ralph Lauren Romance was all over the fabric.

“So, how do you like your new man cave, Dontay?”

“Haven't got to enjoy it yet; just found out it was mine.”

“Toi always been real special; don't mind letting something like this go for someone like her.”

Reverend Matthews made a couple of phone calls. And I looked at Bear, my expression saying I was about to murder a reverend. Bear twisted his mouth to the side silently vouching for this dude. Shaking my head my face turned into an ugly scowl. If Toi didn't have the money for Destiny's procedures, she damn sure wouldn't have the money to buy a yacht.

Reverend Matthews reached down beside the couch pulling out a small remote, pointing for us to do the same. We were on some real
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous,
crazy money nonsense on somebody else's dime. My soon-to-be wife had all but hoed herself out to get me a yacht. The couches had massagers and heaters with like thirty settings. Maybe this was karma for my bad deed.

Reaching down I grabbed the massager control. There was something else in that little leather holder, too. But, I'd switched my seat on ignoring the glass stem with the copper wire filter in the bottom of it. My fingers flew away from the crack pipe like it'd burned me. Bear and Reverend Matthews were both holding theirs when I sat back.

Without hesitating Bear picked up a lighter off the glass table in front of us.

“Nigga?” I gave his stupid ass the side eye, nudging him with my elbow.

“Calm down, Tay? Can I call you Tay? Tay-Tay, Tater-Trot. Look, when we out chea, we does what we does. Don't hurt if it's once in a while.”

I stared at Reverend Matthews with my jaw hanging in my lap. He balanced the phone between his ear and shoulder better than Toi in the middle of a gossip session. Lighters flickered beside and in front of me. I'd only seen this shit on TV.

Nodding to myself I ignored the sickening sweet smell of burning plastic around me. Rev leaned forward tapped the table and I squinted trying to read his lips. He was mouthing something to Bear but I could never read lips worth a damn. And then I was caught off guard dazed and winded from the force of Bear's shoulder colliding with my gut. I was thrown back against the arm of the couch gasping trying to catch my breath. Bear had me pinned me like we were on the damn wrestling mat. My mouth was open, about to blast this fool when his mouth closed over mine. He exhaled a lungful of smoke and I roared up against this nigga with everything. He had me locked in some crazy submission shit, and didn't budge one bit.

I didn't feel myself inhale like weed or a Black & Mild. When I finally shoved him off with my forearm, I coughed and gulped air trying to clear my lungs and curse him out at the same time. My lips went numb first then my tongue. I forgot all about whooping Vaughn's ass. And instead I sat there shaking my head trying to regain control of my senses. There was this tingling like all the hairs on my legs were marching up my body. They were climbing up my back and pouring out of my pores on my head; it was small though.

Bear loaded the pipe and I sat listening with my supersonic hearing to it crackling as he inhaled.
What the fuck did this Reverend had that would make him get me, his own homeboy fucked up against his will.
At first I didn't react when he leaned in to give me another shotgun. I didn't know a damn thing about working a crack pipe.
Inhale, just inhale and enjoy the high.
Looking at another dude's face that close was weird so I closed my eyes and inhaled.

As I exhaled I could feel the sensual rush climbing up my body underneath my skin; it was pure ecstasy. I put my head back and closed my eyes. There were conflicting emotions going through my mind. If Toi walked in and caught me she'd be pissed. But the shit felt so good I honestly didn't give a fuck. I'd worry about it later when I wasn't high anymore. She loved me enough to get me a boat; she could deal with me doing some dumb shit at least once. I got my ex-fiancée locked up for her. My thoughts were getting fuzzier and harder to hold on to.

Now I wanted Toi for a different reason. I was rock hard and I realized if I stopped thinking so much I could focus. I could feel my hair growing; feel my pulse throb through my entire body. My breath hissed through my teeth. I was on edge of embarrassing myself and messing up my pants. Pulling my eyes open took some work but I managed. I was glad as fuck I snapped them open when I did. Bear's burly ass was in the process of scooting off the couch down onto the floor.

“Bear, what the fuck you doin'?” I asked through barely moving lips.

My slacks were undone and his hand was down my pants. I was disgusted at myself when he adjusted his grip and I got even harder. The nigga completely ignored me and he went back to stroking as if it was his own dick and not mine. I was shaking my head no and squeezing my eyes closed.