LOST WITHOUT YOU

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

CLEVELAND, OHIO

KENTRELL...

He wished Kennie talked Top out of it...

Kentrell plopped down on the couch. He sighed heavily.
"Sorry Ken," Kennie whispered.

"Y'all niggas are confusin' da fuck outta meh, where da fuck where yo ass at?,"

"I got distracted. I'm preparin' for Wednesday."

"What's so important 'bout Wednesday?," Kentrell laid his head on the couch.

"Da full moon, da anniversary of when you got ya first body,"

"And?,"

"Ya need ta catch uh another body before Wednesday, or, we die, we thrive off souls Ken, when was da last time ya caught uh body? No one is killin' no more, da kids dat listen ta ya music aren't dying. I almost died trying to make sure you didn't bleed out. We're losin' our powers."

"Fuck," Kentrell sighed. "So I got until Wednesday ta kill Jesse and Ben?,"

"Yes," Kennie and Top said at the same time.

Durk walked over and handed Kentrell his new clothes. "I'm not gone ask what happened, because you seem like ya not in da mood, however, we still going out tanight?,"

"Yeah," Kentrell slipped his jeans on while still sitting down. "How ya wounds?,"

"Dey don't hurt, but, I still got uh small limp." Durk sat beside him.

"Ya going back ta Atlanta tomorrow?,"

"I was suppose ta leave Friday, but, I got shot." Durk chuckled.

Kentrell's shoulders slumped.

"I wanna leave when you leave doe." Durk rubbed Kentrell's thigh. "We can eithea go ta Atlanta or Salt Lake, I don't care."

Kentrell smiled softly. "Let's go ta Salt Lake, I wanna show ya da mountains and stuff."

"Okay den," Durk took Kentrell's chains from his neck and gave it ta Kentrell. "I'm sure ya been missin' dem."

"Nah, ya ain't have ta take dem off. But thank ya."

"

Been thankin' 'bout cha since ya left, wish I'd went wit y'all ta da hooka lounge."

Kentrell smugged as Durk shoved him against the couch. He wanted to see how far Durk was willing to go, he didn't have the strength to push him away either, Top and Kennie were the blame of it.

"Ya been thankin' 'bout meh?," Kentrell smirked as Durk climbed on his lap. "Prove it den, show meh how much ya been missin' meh."

Durk pulled his tank top over his head. "We ain't fuckin', okay, just wanna--," He grinded his gootch against Kentrell's dick. "Ya feel meh?,"

Kentrell grabbed Durk's waist and gripped tenderly. "Yeah, I see whatcha mean." He reached up and touched Durk's stomach. He used the pad of his thumb and pressed on his wound. Durk hissed.

"Keep goin' Golden," He commanded. He could feel himself getting hard.

Durk felt a gasp in his throat as he kept grinding. He felt both the pleasure and pain. "Fuck," He threw his head back. Kentrell smiled.

Durk leaned forward and kissed Kentrell passionately. He thrusted him hips.

"I want ya ta cum in ya pants." Durk whispered into his ear. Kentrell shivered. "Dese da only jeans and boxers I got." Kentrell whined as Durk rubbed his dick against his.

"I don't care." He mumbled. "Fuck ya jeans and ya boxers." He grabbed Kentrell's wrist and forced his wrist above his head.

"Damn, what da fuck?," Kentrell used his other hand and grabbed his ass. Durk cutely groaned. "Ya gettin' uh little too rough, if I wasn't tired, I'd punish ya fa doin' dat stunt."

"Sorry," Durk licked his bottom lip. "I got carried away, just was cravin' ya like crazy." He leaned in and pressed his lips against Kentrell's.

Just then Kane came through the front door. Kentrell and Durk turned their heads.
Kane ignored the live action porn before him. "You something else Kentrell, where's Jonathan?,"

"Upstairs, da fuck I do?," Kentrell frowned.

"Oh, you didn't tell Durk?," Kane smiled before he went upstairs.

Durk arched his brow. "Da fuck is he talkin' 'bout?,"

Kentrell shrugged. "We told ya we got ambushed at da mall, maybe he talkin' 'bout dat."

"Hmph," Durk said before Kentrell grabbed him. He screamed in laughter as Kentrell got up with him still in his arms and carried him upstairs.

"Kentrell!," Durk pouted. "Put me down!,"

"We gotta get ready, da sun is going down." Kentrell said. "Dis is how imma carry ya on our honeymoon."

"Are you actually serious 'bout marryin' me?," Durk asked softly.

"At first I was jokin', but aftea da shootin' and spendin' time wit ya in da hospital, yeah, I'm serious,"

"Ya gone propose tanight?,"

"Nah, ion wanna rush it, but it's gone happen, gotta get da ring first." Kentrell put Durk onto his feet. "Let's go change."

Durk nodded his head and went into their guest room.

...

TAURUS...

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA

"We're almost dere, baby, babyy listen please." Taurus begged. "We can't go back and pick ya back up, we're already late ta da shoot...Den get uh Uber---."

Taurus muted himself and sighed as Nardo yelled at him. Nardo was annoying him day by day and he couldn't wait for the moment to leave his selfish ass.
"T?!,"

Taurus quickly unmuted himself. "I hear ya baby, I'm still hea', look, how 'bout I send ya uh Uber? I'll pay fa it."

"Ight den, send forty," Nardo said before he hung up.

"Bitch." Taurus teethed as he hung up his phone. "I can't stand his punk ass."

"You my lil' boo thang, so, I don't give a fuck what dude say," NLE smiled as he caressed Taurus' chin.

"Why you keep flirtin' wit me?," Taurus arched his brow and shoved his phone into his jacket.

"Because you seem ta like it, look, ya smilin' as I'm talkin', I just like seein' ya smile T,"

Taurus blushed.

"Tell em' I'm, tell em' I'm next--," NLE flirtatiously sung. "When Nardo fuck up again, Imma swoop ya off ya feet, he ain't gone see it comin',"

"I thought ya was fuckin' Sexxy?," Taurus mugged. He removed NLE's hand from his chin. "Focus on da road crazy."

"I mean, I did fuck Sexxy, but, ya ain't know? I'm bisexual. I fuck bitches and niggas." He rubbed his waves.

"Okay." Taurus nodded his head. He didn't know that about NLE, he just thought he just liked to troll niggas and fuck only bitches.

"If ya leave Nardo, I'll give ya da entire world."

"I've already had da world, we both millionaires remembea'?," Taurus flirted.

"Den I'll give ya maself. Ain't nevea had me before." NLE smiled.

"Mhmm," Taurus smugged. "I'll think 'bout it."