Gunz And Laci: Black Rose Mafia (9 page)

Laci laid on my chest as I stroked her hair to the sounds of her peaceful snores. For some reason, I couldn’t sleep. I would close my eyes but sleep just wouldn’t come to me. Laci was in my arms but she still consumed my thoughts. The shit that happened at the club with Milani caused me to second guess everything I was doing with Laci. I played the fool for Milani once and now I was doing the same thing with Laci. It was late Sunday night as I laid here and thought about this. In about seven hours, she would be leaving me to marry another dude. I was wrapped up in Laci and was willing to give her the world, but she wasn’t going to choose me. I could chase her and keep her locked up in this house, but what would that do for me? The fate of Laci and I staying together depended solely on her.

“Laci, wake up.” I shook her roughly.

“What, what, is everything okay?” she questioned, popping her head up.

“Nah, everything isn’t okay. I need you to get out,” I told her.

“Wait, what do you mean you need me to get out?” she questioned, looking at me for answers.

“I know you’re not hard of hearing because you just repeated the shit I said. I need you to get the fuck out. Get your shit and take yo ass home to your fiancé.”

“Why are you so upset? You knew this was going to happen at the end of the weekend. Why are you trying to cut our time together short? Was it something I did?” The more she threw questions at me, the more pissed off I got.

“Nah Lacianne, you didn’t do shit. This is all me. The only thing you can do for me is get the fuck out of my crib. I’ll get you an Uber to take you home I just need you the fuck out of here in the next hour.”

“Fuck you Bryce!” she yelled. Tears were streaming down her face and I had to fight back to not wipe them away. What I was doing was what was best for the both of us. I was falling for a woman who wasn’t ready to give herself to me yet. I would be the only person hurting in the end and a nigga wasn’t going to go through that shit again.

Laci got out of bed and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door. I pulled a pre-rolled blunt out of my nightstand and fired that shit up. Emotions were all over the place and I needed to mellow the fuck out. Ten minutes passed and Laci was still in the bathroom. I finished half of my blunt before putting it out and walking over to the bathroom. Jiggling the knob, I found out the door was locked.

“Laci, open this fucking door!” I yelled.

“Gunz, leave me the fuck alone. You want me out, so I’m getting ready to leave.”

“Laci, unlock the fucking door if you are getting ready to leave the. How the fuck are you going to lock doors in my fucking house?”

“I hate you Gunz; just leave me the fuck alone!” she screamed.

Hearing the word hate followed by my name did something to me. I took a couple of steps back before lifting my foot up to kick the door. With each kick, I heard a scream. It wasn’t until the door was damn near off the hinges that I saw her sitting on the sink with tear stained cheeks. Just one look at her changed the way I was feeling. I felt her pain and wanted to do nothing more than take it away.

“Laci, get the fuck off my sink and get over here!” I demanded

“No Bryce, I’m going home like you wanted me to,” she pouted.

“Lacianne, I told yo ass to get the fuck over here and this is where your ass better be in the next fucking two seconds.”

She eased off the sink and made her way over to me. I picked her up in my arms, leading her back into the bedroom. I threw her ass on the bed, looking at her with cold eyes. I was pissed off with her, but at the same time, I wanted her to moan out my name.

“Gunz, what are you doing? You wanted me to leave, so let me do that.”

“Shut the fuck up, ight.”

The ripped t-shirt she had on exposed her perky breasts. Her nipples were the size of gum drops. I slipped out of my sweats and boxers, got on the bed, and laid all my weight on her.

“Gunz, you’re hurting me,” she whined.

“You’re hurting me too, Laci.”

“Gunz, how am I hurting you? You’re heavy as hell; please lift up some,” she begged.

“Why you want to leave me, ma?” I lifted up some, giving myself enough room to slip her panties her.

“What are you talking about, Bryce? You’re the one that told me to leave and woke me up out my sleeeeppp,” she cooed as I entered her.

I ignored her and started stroking slowly; the condom I wore the other times we had sex didn’t do Laci justice. She was tighter than what I thought and her juices seemed to flow effortlessly.

“Tell me you won’t marry that nigga,” I whispered in her ear.

“Ahhh yessss, Bryceeee right there,” she moaned.

I locked my lips around her nipple, tugging and sucking on it. I bit down hard enough for her to feel it.

“OUCH!” she screamed.

“Tell me you’re not gonna marry that nigga,” I said again, picking up the pace.

I leaned up, shifting one of her legs onto my shoulders. The gentle, slow sex I was giving her was no more. I was fucking the shit out of her. Giving her deep rough strokes.

“Gunz!!” she screamed.

I let go of her hips and rested my hands on her breasts. Her pussy clung to my dick for dear life and it was driving me insane.

“Fuck!” I groaned out in pleasure.

“Laci, tell me you’re not going to marry that nigga,” I gritted through clinched teeth.

“I won’t marry him. I promise you; I won’t marry him.”

I let her titties go and flipped her over on her stomach. “Bend your right leg and lift up, then arch your back.”

She did as she was told and I slipped back in. I worked her middle while she worked her hips. I slipped my hand underneath her stomach and found her clit.

“Mhmmmm,” she moaned out.

“Who do you belong to Laci?” I asked in her ear. I bit and sucked on her neck. I was sure to leave a couple of marks but I didn’t give a fuck.

“I belong to you,” she sang.

“Say that shit one more time.”

“I belong to you. Gunz. I belong to you, Bryce Carter. I’m all yours; just give me what I want.”

I gave her exactly what she wanted and we ended, climaxing in sexually bliss. This time when my eyes closed, sleep found me, and I felt at ease.

“Laci, answer your fucking phone before I throw that shit at the wall,” Gunz grumbled, turning over in his sleep. I rolled my eyes at him but slipped out of bed, taking my ringing phone with me. I had turned my phone off the entire weekend but turned it on late Sunday night. Now it was Monday morning and my mother was calling. I made sure to go in one of the extra bathrooms for some privacy.

“Hello mother,” I sighed, answering the phone.

“Lacianne Bentley, where have you been? I have been calling for the past three days. Have you any respect and decency to return your mother’s phone calls. Your father is furious and Brett isn’t all that happy either. Who was that man you left with?”

“Mom, I’m fine, thank you for asking.”

“Don’t sass me young lady. I expect you to be here by two this afternoon. We have serval things we need to go over today. I’m sure Nazi was the reason you weren’t answering your phone. For the life of me, I can’t understand where we went wrong with that girl.”

“Mother, Nazi wasn’t the reason I didn’t answer your phone calls. I didn’t answer them because I didn’t want to.” Nazi had gone back to school, accompanied by Jinx. I was happy that she left because her coming to my mother’s house with me wasn’t an option.

“Say what you want but I know she is the reason. Lacianne, I expect you to be here at 2pm. Brett will be here also, which means you need to be here on time.” My mother didn’t even give me a chance to protest because she just hung up.

I knew I was going to face my mother sooner or later; I just wasn’t ready to do it just yet. I was very uncertain about Gunz and I. He would push me away to pull me back in, all to push me away again. We were always having a tug of war match. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and asked myself the million-dollar question. What was I going to do?

My mind, body, and soul belonged to Bryce ‘Gunz’ Carter; there was no denying that. However, I made a deal with the devil and it was time to pay up. Gunz was just going to be the love that I would never know because I owed my family so much.

Splashing water on my face, I got myself together, wiping away any tears that may have fallen. After I checked myself in the mirror, I turned out the bathroom to walk out the door. Before going back into the bedroom, I made sure that an Uber would be outside waiting for me. Once that was squared away, I gathered my things, making sure I didn’t leave anything behind. Last, I sat at the kitchen table writing Gunz a note. Waking Gunz up and letting him know that I was leaving wasn’t going to work. There was no way he was going to let me leave to be with another man.

Gathering my things, I headed for the front door just as his sister was walking in.

“Are you leaving by choice or did my brother kick you out after your weekend rendezvous?” she smirked.

I avoided eye contact with her and walked around her to get out the door. I wasn’t the fighting type and she looked like she could rip me a part. I jumped in the Uber without a second glance behind me. Gunz was everything I never knew I wanted. I just wished I met him at a different time in my life.

* * * *

I sat in my car looking at Gunz call my phone. As bad as I wanted to answer it, I knew that I couldn’t. I scrolled to his name in my contact list and hit the block button. Gunz was no longer a part of my life. I got out the car and walked up the driveway to my parents’ home. Before I could knock on the door, my mother swung it open.

“A whole five minutes early; I’m proud of you.” She stepped to the side and I walked in the house.

“Nice to see you too, mother.”

“No, Brett is in the dining room. Follow me sweetheart. What is this that your wearing? When did you start dressing so revealing?”

I looked done at my attire and thought I looked cute. I was wearing a pair of skinny jeans that hugged my curves like a snuggy. I had on a loose white cami shirt with a navy blue blazer. I wore a pea coat to top it off and some knee high boots. There wasn’t anything revealing about my outfit.

“Mother, there is nothing wrong with my outfit. I didn’t go into work today, so I opted out of wearing a suit.”

“Instead of a suit, you chose to come over here looking like a video vixen.”

“You call it video vixen, I call it casual,” I told her, just as we got to the entrance of the dining room.

“When we get in here, let go of that attitude you picked up over the weekend. I don’t know who you been hanging around with but they are a bad influence on you. I barely even recognize you.” My mother was being dramatic. Instead of arguing with her, I nodded my head.

Walking into the dining room, Brett stood up from the table and walked over to my mother. He gave her a kiss on the cheek, then pulled me in for a hug. His cologne filled my nose; I was fond of the smell, so I pulled away quickly.

“It’s nice to see you, Lacianne.” Brett smiled.

I returned the smile, being polite, and looked him over. Brett wasn’t ugly by a long shot; he reminded me of the actor who played four in the movie Divergent. Unlike the actor, Brett wasn’t that put together. He wore his close a size too small and it drove me crazy. If we were going to get married, then I was going to change his whole wardrobe.

“Lacianne, give the man some room and have a seat, so we can discuss the matter at hand.”

“Ma, leave Lacianne be. It’s obvious that she missed me this weekend.” I looked at the both of them trying to figure out how they came up with the conclusion that I was all over Brett. I was standing at least a foot away from him.

“It’s okay Brett. You know how punctual my mother is.”

I took a seat at the far end of the table, hoping to get away from both Brett and my mother. I wasn’t as lucky as I thought I was because Brett came right next to me and sat down.

“How do you expect to start this meeting without the heads of the family?” my father asked, walking into the dining room along with Brett’s father, Mitchell.

“Dennis, I thought you were at work?” my mother asked, moving from the head of the table.

“I was but Mitchell thought this conversation would go better if all of us was present.”

My father sat at the head of the table while Mitchell sat to his right and my mother to his left. It could be just me but this whole thing felt like more than just a marriage. I got this eerie feeling that something else was going on.

“Lacianne, you look lovely as always,” Mitchell said, eyeing me with lust filled eyes. The way he was ogling my goodies was new to me and it had me feeling self conscience. I closed up my blazer some, giving him nothing to look at.

“How are you Mitchell?” I responded.

“I’m fine but I will be better once you become my daughter in law.” He smiled with a lick of his lips. I looked around the table and both my mother and father seemed unfazed by the blatant flirting Mitchell was doing.

“Okay, enough,” my father said.

“Lacianne, as you know, you made a deal with your mother that if you weren’t dating by your twenty-fifth birthday, then your mother and I would arrange a marriage for you. Do you or do you not remember this deal?”

“Yes, I remember.” This felt more like a trial than a normal conversation with soon to be family.

“For reasons that don’t really concern you, the person you will marry is Brett. I took it upon myself to draw up this marriage agreement,” my father said, passing us each a copy.

“Wait, you drew up an agreement for a marriage?” I questioned.

“Yes I did; this marriage just isn’t about you and Brett. This marriage is also about Mitchell and I. We have a lot riding on this marriage and we don’t need the two of you screwing it up.”

“What do you have riding on my marriage father? You are handling this as if it’s some type of business deal.”

“That’s because it is sweetheart. But the business side of it doesn’t concern you, so don’t worry your pretty little head. All you need to worry about is keeping my son happy, as he will do the same. Isn’t that right Brett?” Mitchell said.

“Yes father,” Brett answered with a hint of attitude in his voice.

“Lacianne, stop asking so many questions and just read the agreement,” my mother fussed.

This whole situation was turning into more than I bargained for. I skimmed over the agreement and couldn’t believe some of the things that were in it. I had to have two kids for Brett, no more and no less. I had to quit my job and become a house wife. Whatever happened in our marriage had to stay between Brett and I only. But what stuck out the most to me was what would have happened if I ever left Brett. Me leaving Brett would result in me having absolutely nothing. The house my parents helped me buy would be taken, the money that we shared would be gone, the house that we owned would be his, and he would have full custody of our kids. I would literally leave with nothing.

“So, what do you think about the agreement?” my father and Mitchell asked at the same time.

“I think this agreement is great.” Brett smiled.

I shot him a look because of course he would think it was good; he was the only one benefiting out of this.

“Umm, I don’t think I can agree to these terms,” I said shyly. I wasn’t used to going against my parents but this was something I had to speak on.

“Lacianne, we don’t need you to think right now; we need you to sign baby.” My mother smiled strangely.

“Shirley, do not belittle our daughter like that. We didn’t put all that money into her schooling for her not to think. This is the rest of her life we are talking about. It’s only fair that she has some concerns,” my father said. “Now Lacianne, what seems to be the problem?”

“Well, as you just told mother, you didn’t pay all of that money for me not to think, so why would you not want me to work? You gave me a position at your law firm for me to quit once I get married? That doesn’t make sense to me. As far as me being a house wife, that isn’t going to happen. I busted my butt in school to get all of my degrees and I’m going to use them. The biggest issue with this agreement is if I file for a divorce, I walk away with nothing. I am your daughter and you would leave me high and dry all because of a marriage?” I was hurt because it seemed as though they didn’t care about me.

“The part about you not working anymore is because of me,” Brett spoke up. “As my wife, I feel it is best that you take care of the home front. I’m the man, which means I should also be the bread winner. All you have to worry your pretty little self about is making sure breakfast and dinner is made for me and that my lunch is packed. Once we have kids, they will become your second focus whenever I’m around.”

“Wait, you mean to tell me when we have kids, you want to be put before our children?”

“If I’m not home, then of course the children will come first. But as soon as I walk through that door, I am top priority.”

“I can’t do this,” I said, jumping up and leaving from the table.

“LACIANNE!” my mother yelled after me.

I spun around on my heels because I have never heard my mother raise her voice, let alone yell, before.

“Lacianne, bring your spoiled ass back over here.” Even though she told me to walk to her, she came to me and got real close and personal. “Your father and I have given you everything that you ever wanted growing up. We didn’t complain about how much it cost or how it was going to set us back; we just gave it because we knew that you were going to be special. And we were right. You are special, Lacianne, but you are also stupid. Brett is one of the most powerful men in the United States and Portugal. Do you know what that means for you?”

“No.”

“It means that you will become the most powerful woman,” she smirked, as if that was supposed to change my mind.

“Mother, I don’t care about Brett being the most powerful person in the world. I don’t even know what that means exactly. All I know is that I’m not signing that agreement. If I sign, I will be signing my life away, and that’s something I cannot do. I’m sorry.” I turned to walk away but the next words she said caught my attention and piqued my interest.

“If you won’t do it for the power, then would you do it for your mother, and I’m not talking about me. I mean your biological mother.”

“What do you mean
my biological mother
?”

“You heard exactly what I said. If you marry, I promise that you will get the chance to meet your biological mother. She dibbles and dabbles in some of the same things as me and your father.”

The more she talked, the more confused I became. What type of things were her and my father into that would have them cross paths with my biological mother?

“From the look on your face, I can tell that you’re confused but I do know that meeting your biological mother is something that you have been longing for. You kept journals since the age of ten and guess what? I read every single last one of them. I read all about how you felt neglected and unwanted by your biological mother. I read how you felt incomplete, now you have the chance to feel whole again. This is your chance to confront your mother and ask her all the questions that you had written down in those journals. This is your opportunity to face her, Lacianne. This is a chance of a lifetime. Marrying Brett is only taking away the materialistic things that you cherish; you marrying him doesn’t change the strong independent woman that you are. Now, I’m going to ask you one question and one question only. Which is more important to you; the materialistic things in life or the chance to meet your mother?”