Thug Matrimony (31 page)

“What?” Kaylin slapped her ass as he slid halfway in and held her hips in place.

“Oooooee, baby.” She clenched her pussy muscles pulling him in … slowly … more. “C’mon, baby,” she teased. “You know you want this, Daddy.” He grunted as her soft, warm walls enveloped him and sucked him all the way in. She threw that pussy at him as he gripped her hips tighter and pumped in and out. “That’s it, Daddy!” she squealed. “D-don’t it … feel … soo good? That’s it Daddy,” she squealed again. “Fuck this pus … sy.”

“Damn … you feel good as fuck!” he groaned, picking up his pace, grinding faster … harder.

“My spot,” she screamed out as her pussy burst into flames. “Oh … Kay … I’m cum … ing.” Her entire body quaked as Kaylin rode both her orgasmic wave and his own.

They remained still, trying to catch up with the rhythm of their normal breathing.

“Mmmmm, this pussy keeps me falling deeper and deeper in
love wit it.” Kaylin rose, pulled his boxers and pants up, slid Angel’s skirt back over ass.

She grabbed her blouse and handed it to him. He pulled her up and put it on her as she slid her hands behind his neck, pulling him close and melting into those LL Cool J lips. “I … love … you,” she told him in between kisses.

“You ain’t gonna have no more niggas busting up in our wedding, are you?”

She slapped him against his head. “That’s not funny, Kaylin.” She pouted.

“I’m just messing with you, beautiful.” He hugged her. “Well … I guess this is it until a few hours from now.”

“I know.” Her stomach fluttered. They stood there hugging and reflecting as she melted farther into his embrace. “These last nine months have been crazy.”

“That’s putting it mildly.” He peeked into the room at Jahara. “But we are more in love, right?”

She smiled. “Yes, baby. That we are.”

“I’ll meet you later at the altar, Mrs. Santos.”

“I’ll be there, Mr. Santos, with bells on.”

Kaylin drew up the game plan and Courtney Moran made it happen: the ultimate hip-hop, thugged-out fairy-tale wedding.

The wedding was held at the African American History Museum, officiated by, once again, Reverend Run. The one and only Patti Labelle was hired as the star chef along with all of the catering.

The celebrity guest list included; Outkast, Jennifer Lopez, Marc Anthony, Mary J. Blige, Fat Joe, Diddy, the Queen Bee herself, Lil’ Kim, Jimmy Henchman, Wyclef Jean, Queen Latifah, Angie Martinez, Juelz Santana, and Styles P.

The clothing color scheme was white on white for everyone. Angel and her bridesmaids were done up lovely by stylist Andre
Leon Talley and dressed by Beyonce’s new line: House of DE. All shoes were by Zanotti.

Kaylin and the groomsmen were suited up by Sean John and finished off with Ice Cream sneakers.

Angel, her bridesmaids, Kaylin, and the groomsmen were all iced out by Jacob the Jeweler. They felt that he wasn’t guilty and were showing their support.

After the wedding vows were exchanged the married couple took off their shoes and jumped the broom. Then they were serenaded with a song by the Harlem Boys Choir. That led to the cutting of the seven-tier chocolate wedding cake and then a dance by the groom and bride serenaded with a special wedding song written and performed by Jaheim and Keyshia Cole.

The wedding crowd dispersed as everyone stood outside the museum. The bride and groom along with the entire crew were paired up. Faheem and Jaz were to his left and they were flanked by Marvin and Kyra and then Bo and Shanna. To their right, Trae and Tasha, Omar and Kajuan, who rolled stag. They both asked, “Why bring sand to the beach?”

“Okay, people. Move in a little closer,” the photographer instructed as he began to snap the camera. The guests were all clapping, laughing, throwing rice, and having a good time, anticipating taking the party to the reception.

“Oh, shit, cuz,” DeElla yelled. “What other stars y’all got coming to the after party?”

“It’s called a reception, not an after party,” one of the guests snapped at her.

“It’s whateva the fuck I wanna call it,” she shot back.

“DeElla!” Angel shot her a look that said,
Chill.

“Don’t make me get country up in this piece,” DeElla screamed.

But all eyes were glued to the shiny, jet-black stretch Navigator that was encased by a regular Navigator truck leading the
way and another Navigator behind it. On the right and left of the stretch Navs were two black Mercedes-Benzes.

The motorcade slowed down in front of the wedding crowd and then came to a complete stop. Omar, Bo, and Kajuan all reached for their heat.

Trae and Kaylin looked at one another, no words needed to be said. They knew what was up.

Angel felt Kaylin tense up. “Baby, who is that?” she questioned.

Kaylin didn’t hear her. He was giving the eye to his crew. “Yo—”

“We got you, nigga.” Kajuan, Bo, and Omar all said it at once.

“Baby.” Angel held Kaylin tighter.

Everyone’s eyes went to the back door of the stretch Nav as it came open. “Kaylin!” Don Carlos called out. “Angel, you are such a beautiful bride.” Don Carlos stepped out, went over to Angel, and gave her a big hug. “Congratulations.” He handed her a thick envelope filled with money. “I can’t stay and I do offer my sincerest apologies. But may the saints bless you both to live happily ever after.” He hugged her again.

“Thank you,” she told him.

“I need to borrow your husband for five minutes. Beautiful Angel, is that okay?”

Angel was still speechless.

But DeElla wasn’t. “Damn! Who dat is? Mafia nigga passing out money envelopes. I wanna get married. I’ll marry one of them niggas in a heartbeat! Sheeit. Thank I won’t?”

“DeElla, shut up!” Angel pleaded.

“But I’m sayin—”

“Shut up!” Angel snapped.

Like I said, heey sexy,” DeElla seductively called out.

Kaylin leaned down and kissed his wife on the cheek. “I’ll be right back, baby, wait right here.” He took off toward the Navigator, with Trae on his heels.

Tasha came over and stood next to Angel and they clasped hands.

“This is crazy. This is my fuckin’ wedding day,” Angel hissed.

“Chill out,” Tasha warned. “Chill the fuck out. Ain’t that what you told me?”

The fam was now standing as close to the motorcade as they could get, while Kaylin and Trae climbed into the limo.

Don Carlos’s bodyguard, Jorge, held the door open until all three of the men climbed inside. He shut the door and stood guard.

Seated in the back of the huge limo was Don Alexjandro.

“Kaylin!” Don Alexjandro reached over and gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Congratulations on your wedding day!” He handed him an envelope. Then he turned to Trae.

“Trae, Trae, Trae.” He reached over and embraced him. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m getting there,” Trae answered.

“It is so good to see you. You have been in the prayers of us all. I talk about you two often. The both of you were always a huge asset to our organization. Your work will never be forgotten. Good to see you, especially to see you, Trae, doing well.”

“Good to see you too, Don Alexjandro.”

“Gentlemen. Kaylin. Forgive me for interupting your wedding day. But I must depart the country in a couple of hours. Kaylin and Trae, let me make some brief but very important introductions. This is Don Ramirez. Don Felipe. Don Antonio. Don Adolfo. Don Mario and Don Elias. Gentlemen, this is our man,” he said to the other dons seated in the limo. “Everyone … this is Kaylin. Kaylin Santos. This man here is responsible for ridding us of that scum Mickey.” All of the dons nodded at Kaylin.

The first don, Ramirez Gonzalez, leaned over and kissed Kaylin’s hand and placed an envelope in it. “Don Kaylin,” he acknowledged. After that simple but important gesture the rest of everything else all became a blur and Kaylin wasn’t listening. The rest of the dons followed suit doing the same thing Don Ramirez did. When they all finished everyone clapped and raised
their glasses into the air for a toast. Kaylin didn’t notice who poured or where the drinks came from. He was still in a daze.

Don Alexjandro handed Kaylin a glass and slapped him on the back. “Drink up.”

Kaylin didn’t hesitate at throwing the shot back. “May I speak what’s on my mind, Don Alexjandro?”

“What’s troubling you, Don Kaylin? This should be a happy moment for you.” He still had his hand on his back. “You did us a huge favor. And to show you our appreciation we gave you all of Mickey’s territory. Do you want more? I can always—”

“No, no, Don Alexjandro. Again, no disrespect and I’m honored. Your generosity never ceases to amaze me. Believe me, I am. Had this been years ago, maybe I would have jumped at the opportunity, but I’m done. I want out. I need out. I was under the impression that you only needed this one favor, which I had no problem with honoring. I don’t want Mickey’s territory. I just want out,” Kaylin gritted.

“Don Kaylin, what is this about? I’m sensing some hostility. Are you in your feelings? Wait. Don’t answer that. I think I know why.” Alexjandro glared at him. “We have nothing against black people. Mickey disobeyed too many orders and he was bad for business, bringing too much notice to our organization. We have nothing against Mickey’s illegitimate son, if that’s what you are thinking.”

“Don Alexjandro, what beef you and Mickey had was just that. Your beef. You used me to get the job done. I did it. My only and humble request is to be out. No territory, no strings attached. I want nothing but for you to respect my wishes. I speak for Trae as well.”

Don Alexjandro looked him over. He seemed to be thinking about what he had just heard.

“I just want out, Don Alexjandro.” Kaylin persisted.

“Don Kaylin, I must run this by the heads of all of the other families. Nevertheless, I will get back to you.”

“Don Alexjandro, the heads of the other families are right here. Can’t I get your blessing now?”

Don Alexjandro let out a chuckle. “Don Kaylin, always the one to never bite his tongue. However, there are other heads of families not present and they all voted to put you into this position. I have to take your request in front of the board. You understand,
si?”

“I understand. We also have someone in mind to step in for me, if that will make their decision easier.” Kaylin said. All eyes were on him. Trae’s eyebrow shot up as if to say,
We do?

“Do you, Don Kaylin? What is his name so that I may present this to the board as well?”

“Who says it’s a him?”

Several of the dons gasped. Don Alexjandro’s expression didn’t change. “I see. I must be going. You will be hearing from me.”

“Thank you,” Kaylin said.

Don Alexjandro held out his hand. Kaylin grabbed it and they hugged. Trae did the same as they exited the limo.

“What the fuck?” Trae mumbled, trying to play it cool.

“Nigga, you heard the same shit I heard,” he said, grabbing Angel’s hand and kissing her on the cheek.

“Baby.”

“Everything’s cool, beautiful. This is our wedding day. Nothing is going to fuck it up.” He gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. He placed his lips to her ear. “I just need to get my dick sucked again, just like you hooked a nigga up last night.” She mushed him in the face and the photographer snapped, causing everyone to laugh.

Limos and buses were revved up, ready to take everyone to the reception held on the D & D Yacht. As everyone was unloading, ready to get crunk and get their party on, Kaylin had to check and see what all of the commotion was up ahead. He pushed through the crowd with Angel holding on to his hand.

“My water finally broke.” Tasha basically jumped up and down in front of Angel. “Finally. My due date was four days ago.”

“I’m getting ready to be a daddy again, everybody,” Trae yelled. Kaylin and Angel both let out a huge sigh of relief.

Yo, this is Kaylin. It’s been real but I’ma about to fall back, do this reception, get my honeymoon on, and chill the fuck out. Y’all thought that me and Angel had drama. That’s an understatement. It’s time for Wahida to show y’all what’s really good with my man, Trae, and his wife, Tasha. So, stay tuned and be on the lookout for
Thug Matrimony, Volume II.
Or whatever Wahida is gonna call it. Oh yeah, thugs get married and fall in love too!

One!