“Yep.” I chuckled. “They were ruthless and had to be in order to deal with the different battles they faced. Whenever anyone threatened their community, they would dead that shit without blinking an eye.”
“They were killers?” she whispered. Her eyes were big and round as saucers.
The astonishment in her voice caused me to grin. “They were protectors, my baby. They were providers and leaders. Sometimes taking on those roles require you to do shit that is immoral. When it comes to family and bonds, nothing is off limits. You do what you gotta do to maintain order and control.”
“How long have you been in your…position?”
“Six years. I was twenty-eight when I took over as head of my family.”
“And before that?”
“Before that I was second to my pops.”
“Wow…”
“Wow,” I parroted. “Does that scare you?”
“It terrifies me,” she stated honestly.
“Why?”
“Because someday one of your…oursons…will have to take your place.”
I ducked my head, pleased that she not only referred to my sons as hers, but she acknowledged that she understood some parts of how my family worked.
“If there’s one thing I’m most happy about, it’s Quilo having a healthy relationship with Humble, Peace, and the twins. He needs the type of camaraderie your family exudes.”
“Ourfamily, mama.Our,” I stressed.
“Our,” she repeated.
“And Quilo will be fine.”
She dove back into her plate and didn’t stop until nothing was left. Once we got everything cleaned up, we retreated to the balcony to take a look at the big ass moon in the sky. I brought Pretty close, hoping she didn’t mind.
We stood so close together that I knew she felt how hard I was. Still, she didn’t run. Her arms banded around me as I cupped her face and leaned down to join our lips. I kissed her slowly, deep, and thoroughly. Neither one of us wanted to end the kiss. I broke it only to kiss across her cheek and down her neck. I wasted no time going back to her lips though. They were too succulent and tasted too good, and I had to have more of them. The more she let me suck on her tongue the more my dick jumped.
ADIR
Ourhoneymoonendedtooquickly. I wanted to spend another week with just me and Pretty. However, we had responsibilities. One of those responsibilities had a hard ass head.
Humble entered my office with Quilo in tow. His eyes landed on me. The mild hostility I was normally met with wasn’t as noticeable today. That was a start.
“Have a seat,” I told him.
Humble left my office, leaving me and a standing Quilo in a stare-off. Instead of repeating myself, I pointed to the chair across from my desk. Reluctantly, he finally sat down.
“Did you get ya license?” I questioned.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“Let me see it.”
Huffing, he went into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet. He slid the card out and handed it to me. My last name followed hisfirst and middle name. I checked to make sure that the address was accurate before handing it back to him.
“How do you feel?” I asked. I’d waited to have this conversation with Quilo. He’d needed some time to unwind before he and I could ever have a civilized conversation. He was a hothead, and I was a nigga who didn’t mind cooling off hotheads. I needed him to get his mind right before we delved into the meat of who he and I were.
According to Peace and Humble, Quilo had been thawing out a little bit since the wedding. That brought me some comfort. With me, it was a quickwassupand that was about it. As long as he warmed up to my sons and me, Pretty would be cool.
