Diablo POV
I ain't believe Marcus a week ago when he told me to put Nys on my visitor list.
Now here I am walking to a private visiting room that they only let married people use so I don't know how she got it.
" Arms out" the guard tells me and I do it so he can un-cuff me.
" Have fun, this one has s nice body on her" his creep ass say smirking as he opens the door.
I glare at him walking, I didn't wanna be here at the same time I did.
We made eye contact I laughed on the inside at her face. The way she looked I could tell she was thinking of a lot and didn't know what to say.
" Diablo" she started as I sat down.
" Anyssa" I said back.
" Long time no see"
" Well you haven't visited me until now so not my fault I've been in the same fuckin place" I snapped, fuck she mean long time no see.
" Remember you walked out on me that day in the hospital not the other way around" she hissed running her hands through her hair.
" I know you knew about this shit you ain't come check on me. Did you actually think I did that bullshit?!?" I yelled at her slamming my fist on the table, making her jump.
" I didn't know what to think, I had a newborn you were mad at me so was Trav and he's fucking dead gone and you got arrested for it so I- blamed- I left" she didn't look at me stuttering.
" You blamed me because it was easier then you left you can say it"
" Stop trying to make me feel worst Diablo" she shook her head letting out a sad laugh.
" How's Ashleè?" I wondered changing the subject off us.
That brought a smile on her face and she put a picture on the table.
I picked it up looking at it, it was her holding Ashleè in her arms. Ashleè was smiling big at the camera and Nys was looking at her smiling.
I looked closely at Ashleè's eyes but it was probably the picture or I could be seeing shit wouldn't be the first time.
" She looks just like you, how is she now?" Ashleè was fucking gorgeous for a little girl like a little model or something.
" I think she looks like her daddy" Nys said with a look on her face I couldn't read.
" But she's three, she'll be four on-" I finished for her.
" April twenty-second I know" I put the picture in my jumper pocket she raised one of her eyebrows.
" I guess you can keep that" I nodded not really caring I was going to take it anyway.
" Why all of sudden you wanna visit me? It is because you think I'm getting out? Or you wanna tell me something?"
Nys opened her mouth to say something then closed it.
" You'll be getting out in the next few days"
" How you know that? The judge or my lawyer ain't tell me nothing the trail not over yet"
" Don't act like I'm stupid that's insulting, like I said you'll be getting out" she rolled her eyes when I didn't say nothing.
" Where did you go?" I've been wanting to ask her that for the longest.
" Mexico" she lied I could tell because when ever she lies, her eyes stare at the ground.
" You-"
" Okay time is up get dressed in there" then guard banged the door laughing.
Nys got up the same time I did she came over to me wiping some lipstick on my jumper.
I looked at her confused making her laugh.
" I might have said I was your wife, now give me some sugar" she pulled me down so my lips could meet hers.
My dick automatically got hard I deepened this kiss tryna get my tongue in her mouth but she pulled away.
" See you on the other side" she walked out and my eyes followed the swing in her hips.
Damn I really can't wait for the showers today a ice cold one.
As I laid in my cell I thought about today and the last time I seen Maya.
" Have you thought about it?" Maya questioned me rubbing her leg up and down mine under the table.
" Maya why all of a sudden you wanna get married n shit?" I caught her leg simply because it was agitating me.
" Because I love you and you love me so why not?" She started to get an attitude fuck she could be angry for?
" Yo ass need to lose that attitude"
" You don't wanna get married but I bet if it was ya red ass Babymama you would" she snapped.
" My babymama? What? You talking about Nys? She not my babymoms"
" You know what the fuck I mean. Just forget it I'm leaving" Maya got up.
" Maya come on" I whisper yelled behind her.
" Are you going to marry me?" She stopped looking serious at me. I got up and went to her trying to take her back to the table.
" Aight aight yea ima marry you" I gave up hell I mean I should since she's been here for me.
" Yesss, I love you!" She jumped on me kissing me.
Anyssa POV
" Are you ready to face everyone?" Marcus asked me as soon as I got in his car.
" Nope but I want her to meet her family" I said as I eyed my sleeping daughter in the back.
" Don't worry bae, I won't let them mess with you" Marcus's hand made contact with my thigh and started to rub it.
I laughed to myself closing my eyes he really wanted some from me but I just wasn't into fucking for the time being.
" You still not getting pussy so stop" I said with my eyes closed getting comfortable.
" Mannn I got you on Diablo list and I got everyone at my house waiting to see you" he smacked his lips.
" What ? What the fuck!" I hit him in his shoulder.
" Anyssa don't fucking hit me you tryna die? I'm driving!"
" What you mean you got everyone at your house waiting to see me!?" I yelled at him and caught myself remembering Baby's in the back sleep.
" They don't know I'm bringing you but I told them I got big news that's is plus no one might not even know its you, ya hair is pink and purple, plus you thicka then a snicka" he licked his lips quickly looking me up and down then back to the road.
" I really can't get nun?"
" I'm pissed at you so its still a no"
" Well you going to be hot because we here " I got anxious at the sight of Marcus's house.
Now I'm wishing I was back in Arizona.
~ Short Chapter
~ This story isn't about Diablo being in jail and Anyssa being in Arizona
~ That kiss tho *wiggles eyebrows*
~ Diablo getting married y'all 😩😩
~ Marcus still can't get the kitty 😸
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King And Queen
General FictionDon't read unless you've read Bad Girls Ain't No Good http://www.wattpad.com/story/18077408-bad-girls-aint-no-good They say the King will always need his Queen.