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Chapter One
Franklin 'Kilo' DeLuca
I’ve been home almost two years now and things have slowly gotten back into order. I stepped back into my role at DeLuca Enterprises with my brothers by my side. That’s the one thing that I changed. We were all CEOs. I needed them to know that we were equal in this shit. Our pops was still in the mix, but for the most part we handled everything. Buck still handled the negotiations, though. Nobody seemed to ever want to piss that nigga off, so negotiations always seemed to work in our favor. He wanted to step back from enforcing, but he loved torturing muthafuckas too much for that shit. When Stacks told me he burned a muthafucka and skinned them like a catfish, I knew then that nigga was deranged.
Stacks still did the brokering and was always down to get his hands dirty. He seemed to have morphed into Buck’s psychotic ass over the years and at times I didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. Since I’ve been home, I witnessed that nigga beat a valet because he said the nigga felt on Kasha’s ass. I don’t know how true it was, but I can’t lie and say I wouldn’t do the same.
Since I’ve been home, both of my brothers managed to get married. Kasha had my nephew, Jefferson, or Jet, as we called him, so they were over there with two kids. She took a step back from the bar after having Jet since Stacks didn’t want him in daycare. Buck had to end up hiring another manager. He went with a man this time because Nic threatened to kill his ass if he hired another woman who wasn’t family. He even replaced the chick he had over at Vault because he fucked on her, too. Me and Mel weren’t married yet, since we had to follow prison protocol, but we were engaged, and she was pregnant with my son. It’s crazy that we all have boys like our parents. Maybe that’s all we could produce. I wasn’t mad about it one bit because I know I’d end right back in prison if I had a daughter.
I had a distro meeting this afternoon, so I had to hurry and get my ass out of here. Mel’s pregnancy hormones had her on my dick twenty-four seven. I wasn’t complaining one bit, but I still had business to take care of. The dispensaries were doing well. I currently had shops in The Cove and the downtown area. I’m working on getting on opened in The Peak. Muthafuckas loved getting high out there in the woods and shit.
I stepped out the closet, pulling my shirt over my head in the process. I noticed Mel was still sitting on the bed in just her bra and panties. She looked radiant with her five-month belly on display. My boy had his mama’s titties sitting nice and ass fatter than a memory foam pillow. I had to shake my head to rid the thoughts I was formulating, or I’d never leave this fuckin’ house.
“Why you still sitting there like you’on want me to leave.” I leaned down and kissed her lips while palming her stomach. She wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Because I don’t.” She pouted. I looked into her sad eyes and almost rescheduled, but I couldn’t do that shit. I needed to show up because once she got closer to her due date and after she gave birth, my presence would be scarce.
“Baby, I can’t stay here with you all day, every day. I gotta work.” I kissed her lips. “Besides, I thought you were going to chill with your sister. That changed?”
“No, it didn’t change. I’m just being a brat.” She smirked.
I pulled her up so that her body was flush with mine. “You can get that though, mama.” I kissed her slow and deep, hands gripping her waist. Before I knew it, she was bent over the bed, and I was knee-deep again.
Mel moaned out my name as I gripped her hips, dragging her back onto me slow and deep. “Fuck, Kilo… you feel so good. Don’t stop, baby.”
Her moans echoed through the room as I picked up the pace, our skin smacking loud and wet. I leaned down, kissing the side of her neck, whispering in her ear. “Shit, you feel good, Mel.”
I reached around and gripped her throat lightly, pulling her back against me. She gasped, and that shit sent a jolt down my spine. Her back arched deeper, giving me even more of her.
“Ughn…shit…Kilo,” she cried out.
“That’s right. Let me hear you. Let this baby know who his daddy is.”
She fell forward, grabbing the sheets, her legs trembling as I kept drilling into her. Her walls clamped down, and I felt her come undone all over me, soaking me in the process.
“Shit, baby… you tryna make me late again,” I growled, hips still moving.
“Then be late… just don’t stop.”
I gave her a few more deep strokes before I was letting go with a hard grunt, kissing her back as I held her still. We stayed like that, breathing hard, hearts pounding, before I kissed her one last time and headed for a shower.
***
After another round in the shower, I redressed and peeled out before she caught a third wind. I pulled up to D.E. with about forty-five minutes to spare before it was time for my meeting.
When I got off the elevator, I ran into Buck’s ignorant ass. I knew he was about to start his shit.
“Well, look who decided to show the fuck up.” He smirked.
“Don’t start yo’ shit, Lincoln.” I pushed past his ass and headed to my office. I wasn’t gone be in here long. I just needed to grab my folder for the meeting.
“I’ain starting shit, but you were supposed to be here an hour ago. The fuck took you so long?”
“Damn, nigga. I’m here now, right? Fuck you asking all them questions for?” I frowned.
“Because he’s nosy as fuck. That’s why.” Stacks came waltzing in the room with a smirk of his own on his face.
