The Saint & The Sinner

CHAPTER 17

Armani

I stayed at a motel for the night, not too far from my old house. It wasn't comfortable, but I had no other place to go, and I sure as hell wasn't going back home. I walked over to McDonald's that was just up the street in just a gray jacket, black leggings, and my black Hurraches. I stood in line, and was bumped into from behind. That was the most uncomfortable things, because not only was I bumped into, but his member rubbed across my ass. I turned around disgusted. 

     "Yo what the fuck !" I yelled irritated. 

     "My bad it was an accident. I mean it did feel good." I shook my head. 

     "You're sick man for real. Get back." I yelled walking up. 

     "You mind if I get your number ?" He breath on my neck, and before I could stop myself, I turned around with my fist balled and rocked him real good. He leaned over holding his jaw as he got back up back handing me. I wasn't shocked, I was pissed. I balled my fist up and went at his face, as he did mine until people finally broke it up. My hair was all over the place, and my jacket had a rip in it. On the other hand, his lip was busted, and his mouth was bleeding. He had a bruise appearing on his face from the very first punch I threw, and his shirt was stretched out. He spat blood on the floor, and I mugged him. 

     "You gone get yours lil'bit. " I rolled my eyes, literally tired of threats. 

     "Yeah whatever nigga. Keep yo shit pushin." He walked out, and I order my food, and walked out once I got it. 

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     I was in the middle of finding a one bedroom and bath condo when my phone rang. I smiled, and answered it, but he didn't sound too happy. 

Phone Call 

Armani : Hello 

DeAngelo : What the fuck you doin' fightin niggas at McDonald's and shit ?

Armani : He fuckin rubbed his damn dick across my ass on purpose then tried to hit on me after I told his ass to back off. So I rocked him and we had a rumble. 

DeAngelo : Fuck man. Where you at ?

Armani : This motel by my old house. The  Marriot.

DeAngelo : Fuck ! Stay there and don't move. 

Armani : What the-

Phone Call 

Did this nigga really just hang up on me ? I rolled my eyes, and gathered all my things. I called Malaysia and told her everything, and she was shook that I fought a whole ass man. 

     "Armani open up!" I opened the motel door, and DeAngelo barged in, and grabbed my face roughly moving it around examining the bruises and marks. 

     "This nigga is dead man." I snatched my face away from his rough as grip. 

     "You know who that dumb ass nigga was ?" He nodded thinking. 

     "Aye let's go. Follow me in your car." I rolled my eyes. 

     "I don't think I really have a choice right now Dee." He cut his eyes at me, and I shut up and did as I was told. 

     I followed behind him up until we got to his place. He hopped out and unlocked his door, but I stayed inside my car watching him. 

     "Man get out the damn car and grab yo shit!" Mentally rolling my eyes, I grabbed two of my bags and walked into his house. I dropped them by his door, and stood looking at his dumbfounded face. 

     "You not gone take them upstairs or none ?" I shrugged. 

     "This is not my house so how was I suppose to know. You need to speak, make yourself clear, something." I yelled marking up the case of stairs. 

     "Yeah whatever. When you finished come back down here and get this ice pack !" 

     "I don't want an ice pack Angelo. I'm fine." The smacking of his lips echoed throughout the still quiet house. 

     "Armani bring yo ass and take this ice pack. You need to heal those bruises." I stood up and walked into the bathroom, and flicked the bright light on. I slowly touched the burning bruises on my face. It was just one above my eyebrow, and one on the side of my face. It formed a little while after the fight. 

     I jogged down the stairs, and grabbed the ice pack off the kitchen counter. It was wrapped in a cloth and slightly wet. I dabbed it on the bruises, and sat on the couch. He was pacing the floor talking on the phone. I assume it was one of his homeboys. It was about what happened with me earlier. I guess he knows the nigga I fought, but I wasn't sure what he was going to do about it. I was calmly listening to their conversation, but at the same time trying not to show no interest, so he wouldn't catch on. He hung up and slammed his phone down. I jumped up and looked at him crazy. 

     "What's wrong ?" He rubbed his face and yelled out loud. I let him let it all out, and before I knew it, he was on the couch gliding his warm wet tongue around in my mouth. I moaned into his mouth, and his hands gripped my 34B breast. I pushed him down on the couch, and straddled his waist. I swung my hair over the other side of my shoulder, leaning down to reconnect our lips. I had no idea what I was doing, but I started grinding my hips rubbing my ass over his now excited member. He placed both of his hands on my waist, and pushed me down on his member. I bit his lip, and threw my head back. He kissed along my neck and collar bone sending goosebumps along my arms. He raised my shirt off my body, and kissed all over my stomach. I giggled a little, and pulled his head back kissing him deeply. He kissed me deeply, and pulled apart tapping my waist. 

     "What ?" I asked confused. 

     "Come on get up." I don't want to rush into things with you. I can't just take what's important to you. I mean look at me man, I don't deserve it." I shook my head and rolled off of him.