The House That Gotti Built Memphis: Islam & Baela (The House That Gotti Built - Season 1 Book 5) by Mone't

Author:Mone't
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: K. Renee Publications
Published: 2024-08-28T00:00:00+00:00

Islam Matias

Iknew Baela was going to go to her home despite me telling her to go to my house. She was stubborn and hardheaded, but I planned to correct that. When I saw her across the way with that nigga in her face, a burst of anger shot through my body. Don’t ask me why because I couldn’t tell you. All I knew was that she was mine. It was just something about Baela that I couldn’t shake. Yes, she was beautiful, but it was more than that.

I wanted to kill the nigga she was talking to. He was trying to assist her, and I couldn’t fault him for coming to her rescue. That’s why I made his death quick. He didn’t deserve to be tortured for being a Superman wannabe. I didn’t give a fuck that Baela was mad about her shit. I made sure that my workers grabbed anything that looked important, such as photos and jewelry. Some might say it was fucked up that I had her shit torched, and maybe it was. I just wasn’t the type of nigga who gave a fuck.

I had finally made it home and went straight to my bedroom. I should’ve known that she wouldn’t be in there, but that was okay; I was just going to go to her.

I walked into the guest bedroom she had been occupying because she left, and could smell the body wash. The steam was coming out the bathroom door, showing me that she liked her showers hot like me. I wasted no time removing my clothes. When I opened the door, she never turned around because she didn’t hear me come in. I watched as she washed her perfectly flawed body.

Damn she is beautiful, I thought to myself. Baela continued washing her body, and when she bent over to wash her legs, I stepped in.

She still wasn’t aware that I was in her presence. Before she could raise up, I put my hand in the middle of her back and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. She yelped, but not in a painful way; more in surprised one.

“Why you didn’t do what I told you to do, Baela?” I said while leaning down and placing soft kisses down her neck and back. She moaned, but didn’t respond with words, so I slapped her on the ass.

Whap!

“I asked you a question, and I don’t like repeating myself.”

“Because I was mad at you, Islam! Why now? I haven’t heard a peep from you! Now, suddenly you care, and you barking out orders. The last time we spoke, you made it clear that you weren’t my man, and I wasn’t your girl.”

“I changed my mind!” I could tell she didn’t like that because she tried to stand up. “Did I tell you that you could stand?”

She was quiet, and I didn’t like that shit. I told her time and time again that silence, when asked a question, was the quickest way to upset me.

“Ahhhhhh!” she whimpered as I shoved my dick inside of her.

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