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just didn’t feel right being so happy when her sister was grieving. Baby finally put her foot down and told her she couldn’t  keep using her as an excuse.
    So now the big day is coming, Rumor will be my sister-in-law, just not in the way I was hoping. I thought that with enough time, Baby might find it in her heart to forgive me, but she grows more distant with each passing day.
    Tread had better not disappoint with the entertainment, he has become a pussy lately. He met some chick—Liberty, when he was in Chicago, she looks like the girl next door, but Tread said she is far from sweet and innocent between the sheets. Anymore I find myself hanging out with the potentials. Everyone else seems to be getting married and having families. It’s hard to watch those around you getting everything you wish you could have.
    Have you ever made a choice that changed everything? A decision that set off a chain of events that you could not control. Have you ever been torn between wishing to go back and change one night if it could repair all of the lives you ruined or being glad that it happened because it brought you, the most precious gift life had to offer?
    As long as I can remember, I have sworn to protect her, to give her everything she ever needed. I waited so long for her to put her faith in me, to trust in me to cherish her and I failed her. Letting down the one person who mattered most to me broke me, letting her go about nearly killed me. I know I fucked things up by not calling Baby. I don’t regret the night we shared, but the way I treated her afterwards…it’s inexcusable.
    I kept trying to find the right thing to say, but the conversation wasn’t something to do by phone. I wasn’t ready to claim Baby, I was a pussy, and I let my feelings towards Grim get in the way. I was holding my resentment and my hate against Baby. At the time a part of me, a piece of myself I hate, liked hurting Grim by breaking Baby’s heart.
    Stepping into the shower I try to wash away the man I once was as the memories of the night I shared with Baby haunt me—the way she moaned, when I kissed her sweet lips, the way she looked at me with trust, the way she gave herself to me mind, body and soul.
    My cock grows hard, as I picture Baby tied to my headboard, submitting to me completely. My fantasy continues to play out as I stroke my firm length. My tongue gets a taste of her delicate flesh, tracing her breasts with my fingers, I continue to tease, suck, and nibble. Stroke . Pump .
    I need to feel her tight little body pulsing, writhing beneath me, and hear her scream out my name. Fuck, I want her—I need her. She bites my lip, tugging on the metal ring that pierces my bottom lip. I fall against the wall of the shower, pressing my back to the cool tile. Pump , Stroke , I explode, as I envision her wrapping her arms around me, digging her heels in my ass.
    Tonight I am putting that behind me letting loose and escaping my reality with the help of my good friends THC and apple pie shine. Walking into the Roadhouse I feel better after releasing my tension. Rebel and Grim are having an intense conversation at the bar; I don’t want to interrupt them so I take a seat at a nearby table sitting with Inkman.
    “Hey man, long time no see.” He bumps my fist and offers me some puff puff pass. Fuck, if I don’t need to have a good smoke. I lean back in my chair and signal Junior, the potential working the bar to bring me a jar of apple pie shine.
    “Think I could swing by the shop one day, I have some shit I want you to add to that piece on my back.”
    “Yeah, brother just holla, I’ll be around.”  I don’t know why I didn’t add his name to it before but I know Colt’s name is going to look great on my back, he’s my son and Baby can’t change the fact, no matter how much she wishes it weren’t true.
    Baby
    “No bitch, you are not calling or texting Rebel, in fact just give me your damn phone. We are going to have fun tonight.”