Maybe I can look into them as I fuck her before she dies.
“You’ve been out for a while, so let me feed you.” Frowning, she went into the kitchen. It was then that I smelled the food. Noemi has never been the domestic type, so I was hesitant when she came back with the pasta.
“Noemi, I don’t want that.” I eyed the steaming Alfredo as my stomach growled. Despite my hesitation, I couldn’t lie and say it didn’t look or smell good. “We both know you can’t cook.”
“Nigga, please. Your mother was cooking this when we came in. Speaking of… she was not happy with me.”
Dragging a chair before me, I watched as she forked the noodles, blowing away some of the steam. Her pouty lips caused my dick to stir, and food was the last thing on my mind.
“Where is she?” I eyed her as she brought the noodles to my mouth. “She and Star were supposed to be waiting on me when I got back.”
“You traumatized them, Chan.” She shook her head disappointedly, waiting for me to open my mouth. “They’re long gone…”
Holding my stare, I reluctantly opened my lips as she fed me. Chewing, I admit it was good as hell. Although the chicken had a different texture and taste, the sauce helped. There was some type of seasoning sprinkled all over it, giving it a horrible aftertaste, but it wasn’t unbearable. It was a good thing that my mother and sister were nowhere in sight because I would have put my belt to ass for them fucking up my favorite dish.
“Here… eat the bread.” She held a piece of garlic toast to my lips. I wasted no time biting it. “It’s good?”
“Mhm,” I mumbled as I chewed. Maybe I have a concussion from the hits, and it’s fucking up my taste buds. Everything tasted off today. “I’m more interested in why you think being sweet to me after you played me is going to solve this mess you’ve created.”
Placing the plate in her lap, she reached to the side of her and grabbed the glass of my favorite drink: cherry Kool-Aid. Had she catered to me like this in the beginning, I would have been a little more selective with where I put my dick.
“Chandler… you played me at every turn,” she stated as she watched me drink. It was a little bit more bitter than I remembered from the last time Charlotte made it. “You called me out of my name, and you disrespected me to everyone, from my family to your whores. Why would I want you?”
“Noemi—”
“You tried to have me killed.” She angled her head at me, scanning my face. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s hot as fuck in here.” I twisted in the chair. “Fuck.”
“Must be those demons in you trying to break free…” She simpered as she stood from her seat. “My brother told me that it would happen. Here, let me help you.”
Coughing and gagging, I watched her as she retrieved a knife from the nearby table. I thought it was over for me as she reached behind me, but to my surprise, she cut me loose.
“W-What did you do to me?” I reached for her, but she side-stepped my touch. “I’ll k-kill?—”
“Kill me? Yeah, you’ve been saying that for a while.” She smirked as she turned on her heels. “Come follow me to the sitting room; your family is waiting for you.”
Stumbling, I was barely able to walk straight as I wheezed and bumped into the wall, trying my best to follow her. My insides were boiling, and my throat was burning raw.
“Now that the gang is all here…” She smiled and spun around. “I feel like it’s time you properly introduce me to your family. Go ahead, hubs. Introduce me.”
Glancing around the living room, my eyes bulged in horror. My mother and sister were sitting on the sofa, side by side, bloodied, with their eyes and tongues missing.
“I always thought those bitches talked too much.” She kissed her teeth as she gestured toward them. It was then that Skip re-entered the room. “Oh! Hey, baby. I was just getting acquainted with the in-laws.”
“You’re really about to piss me off, Noemi.” He leaned against the wall and eyed me as I fell forward onto the loveseat. The walls were closing in on me, and I knew it. Spitting up blood was a clear indication that the end was near. “Hurry up so I can get my dick wet.”
“So rude.” She licked her lips seductively. “But I like that shit.” Turning back to me, her smile widened. “Back to you. Did you enjoy your dinner? Grinding those eyes and tongues took a lot of work, so I hope you can appreciate?—”
“Ughhh!” I bent over and regurgitated the entire meal. “What the fuck did you do?”
“Since I couldn’t make them eat their words, you did.” She shrugged, walking around the room. “None of you willeverdisrespect me or my family again. You tried to kill me, my man, and my daughter. You should have known you were going to pay for that.”
Still throwing up, I looked into her dark eyes. The woman before me wasn’t the one I’ve known all these years. The one before me right now was darker than I could have imagined, andin that moment, I regretted ever thinking she was the perfect way to seek revenge against Rosier.
“I’m s-sorry.” I tried to stand and apologize, but she pushed me back down.
“I’m sorry,” she mimicked, picking at her nails. “That sorry shit doesn’t mean shit to me, my man, or a traumatized six-year-old. I want your soul, Chandler, and thanks to Jules, I will have it.” Leaning forward, she frowned as he eyed me. “You stink.” Standing straight, she stepped back from me. The room was spinning and getting gloomier. I could feel my insides scorching as blood began to seep from my eyes, nose, and ears.
