The Book Of Syn (Newly Edited) ✔️

Chapter 8: My Head My Heart

Chapter Eight

Santana

After the kitchen was cleaned and everyone was out to either school or work it was me and Tokyo alone in the house. It was only five hours that I got with her, so we cherished moments like this. Good sex and cuddling made my mornings. I kept me moving for the rest of the day without any problems. Someone could curse me out and I wouldn't have a single care about it because the thought would hit me of her good pussy.

I dropped down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, taking deep breaths while thinking about the next steal. Just the thought of all these bill and groceries, and making sure everyone in the house was set was stressful. I never thought about the flashy shit until all the bills were paid and that was ever since I was sixteen years old. I mostly brought my siblings things before anything else. Well, most like my brothers since Syn really didn't come around until two years after our parents' death.

Tokyo walked out of the bathroom with her pink scrubs on, ready for work, and sat beside me to massage my stomach which felt good at the moment. With Tokyo being a nurse she knew what was going on with my better than I had. It made me love her more, but shit got over the top when it came to someone being sick.

"How long you going to be at work?" I asked.

She grabbed her phone from the side of me and looked through it. "Well I work a double. Eleven to seven and a seven to eleven. Trisha couldn't come in today 'cause of her son so I had to fill in."

I gave a deep sigh. There could've been days where I wouldn't see Tokyo because she was cooped up in work but anything to have her payroll rolling in, she didn't care. That's what I loved about her. She cared about her money. She didn't want me splurging on her like other females that dated drug dealers.

"So a nigga not going to get that special something tonight from you?" I joked.

She rolled her eyes. "Um no. You would think all those times last night would be enough?" She sat at the end of the bed and put on her sneakers.

I climbed up from behind her and kissed her softly on the neck. "Babe, I don't get tired. The pussy just makes me want to have more." I chuckled while feeling on her thigh and she moved away.

Tokyo always felt some way about me always being horny. When we started dating she always did something to me, even the most unsexy word seemed to make me throw her on the bed and fuck her silly. Just before, I wasn't the type of nigga that a woman could deal with. I was running around, fucking females who already had boyfriends because they were dumb, but being with Tokyo taught me to be gentle and kind towards women or they will run through your fingers like sand.

"Well maybe when I get home from work I'll try and work a little something with you. But until then keep yourself occupied baby." She gave me a kiss on the lips and I smiled. "I love you."

"Love you..." My phone started ringing and I looked down at the text.

Need you here now! ASAP!

I got up and grabbed my phone, shoving it into my pocket, groaning when thinking about the text.

"Where you going?" she questioned.

"Business." I quickly kissed her on the lips and slipped on my Nike slides.

"I guess," she said and she shook her head. The she grabbed her purse before walking out of the room. I knew she was angry but this had to be handled before anything else.