Ghetto

4. Something New

4. Something New

Angelo Meloroso

Kingston, Jamaica

February 2, 2015

6:00 A.M

I grabbed Summer's hand as my security got her bags. I had some business to handle at such a short notice and I wasn't about to leave her at my crib in Detroit. She was hot right now.

I opened the door for her and she got in the passenger seat. We were gonna be riding in my Lamborghini Gallardo for the day.

"Ya car nice." Summer spoke. I nodded. "Thanks."

"How long you been fuckin with Geno?"

"As long as I can remember, my bitch ass father gave me up. He was in debt and couldn't pay it off. Before Geno shot my dad, he saw me peeking out the corner with tears running down my face. He smiled, and then.. he helped my dad up.

I was confused as to what he was doing, until my dad called for me. Right then and there, Geno hit me with the butt of his gun and I was out of it. I woke up at his house." She said. She would sigh ever so often.

"Damn.. Yo own blood?" I shook my head. She nodded as a tear cascaded down her cheek. I wiped it away.

"Ima let chu know right now. I ain't about that woman beating shit. Yo smart ass mouth might make me wanna hit you in it, but I'll be damned if I do. I was raised better than that, ma." I explained.

She look out the window as if she was in her own world. I'd let her be for now. She went through a lot of shit and I didn't wanna be all up on her before she could get over her past.

We pulled up to my house here in Kingston. I got out the car and walked to her side, opening the door and helping her out.

I walked her up to the door and unlocked it, allowing her in first. I closed and locked the door behind me. "You hungry?" I asked. She nodded.

Summer kicked her heels off and walked upstairs, I guess to see the house. I sat on the couch and scrolled through my contacts, looking for Pizza Hut.

"Angelo?" Summer called. I walked upstairs, and finally found her in my bedroom. She held up a picture of my daughter and I at a hotel, swimming. "This your baby girl?" I nodded, smiling small.

"Yeah, lemme get a large supreme pizza. No mushrooms and olives... I want pan crust. Lemme get a uhhh.... 2 liter, Pepsi." After telling them my address and all, I hung up.

"How old is she?" Summer smiled faintly. "She's one. I'm not with her mama anymore, but I love Layna to death. I do all that I possibly can for her."

"I had a son.." She whispered. "Where is he?"

"Gen- Geno shot my baby." She cried. "I had just put him down to sleep and Geno was so drunk. He just shot him, and called the clean up crew like my baby was some bitch nigga who stole from him. I could never forgive him for that."

I rubbed my hands down my face, sighing. This was so much to deal with, I don't know how she was still making it. I'd kill any nigga who tried to hurt Layna.

I put the picture down and got in bed, pulling her down with me. I cuddled with her as she cried on my chest. Within 15 minutes, she had cried herself to sleep. The doorbell rang, signaling that the pizza and Pepsi had arrived. I slowly got from under Summer and walked to the door. I payed the pizza dude and took my stuff, giving him a $50 tip.

I made the both of us a plate and drinks and took everything upstairs. "Summer." I whispered. She opened her eyes, slowly and I handed her the pizza. She willingly took it and began to eat, drinking her Pepsi every now and then.

"So, how old are you?" I asked, attempting to start a conversation. "I'm 21. What about chu?"

"23" I sighed, becoming bored. "Wanna watch a movie?" She nodded. I went to the movie stand and selected Wrong Turn 4. I put it in the DVD player and got back in bed.

As soon as the movie started, Summer's pizza was long gone and she sipped on her Pepsi. I took her foot in my hand and began to massage.

"That feels so good." She moaned.

Her moan was sexy as fuck. I wanted to lay her back and fuck the shit outta her, but I was gone chill for now.

I hope she knew she had it coming, though. The way she walked and talked had a nigga feenin for that pussy flavor. And that ass was to die for. Her pants was fitting just right.

The way her hands wrapped around the cup had me wondering how she would do with this dick replacing it. I wanted her bad.

"Angelo, you good?"