Lost and Found (BWWM)|Complete

🌊⚓Chapter 14⚓🌊

Anthony's POV

I heard the girls giving Kayla a hard time. I won't lie, if we didn't have something to take care of first, she would definitely be laid across my lap.
Just the thought of it makes me smirk.

Currently we were in the kitchen while Kayla talked to her asshole of an ex. Just looking at him pisses me off. She has been spending time with this guy only to find out he was hunting her down.

He deserved everything getting ready to come his way.

"In case you forgot Quel, I never needed anyone to fight my battles." She said as her hand slid across the cabinet towards the knife block.

"See that's your problem. You act like you can fight your own battles and you don't need anyone, but then you get mad when people leave you. That's probably why that fuckboy that you loved so much left your ass."

"Fuck you Marquel." She said. Hey eyes strayed to me, but then she looked away quickly.

Seems like they are talking about me.

"Wait, I get it now. This whole time you're acting brand new because you've been messing with dude."

He began to laugh.

Kayla opened her mouth to reply, but I beat her to the punch.

I walked over to her and placed my arms around her waist, "You're close," I replied with a smirk on my face.

Kayla turned to face me. Her face was full of questions, and a tad bit of remorse. I winked at her; this action didn't go unnoticed by Marquel.

"See, I always knew you were a hoe. You act like you was a good girl and didn't want to spread your legs, but it was all good. All those nights when you weren't at the club, and sometimes when you were, I had a different bitch in my lap giving me what you wouldn't."

Kayla turned around so fast I almost couldn't catch her. It was dangerous to make her mad. It's different for me because there is still some love there, but I highly doubt she ever loved this dude. After all, he just said they never slept together. I have to say, I am happy about that.

"Enough trying hurt my girl because it won't work. The reason why she didn't want to sleep with you was because she was still dreaming about me. See, the lil fuckboy you were talking about earlier, that's me. She knew you could never measure up to me."

I wrapped my arm around her waist once more and kissed her in her neck.
She tried to see unfazed, but I saw her shiver. I smirked at Marquel. Dude was mad as hell.

"Baby, can you go get my phone? I think I Rafe still has it."

I waited until she walked out of the room before making my way towards Marquel.

"Where is D'Mayo?" I asked.

"You really think I'm going to tell you? I'm more scared of him than I am of you. You're nothing but a fuckboy that can't handle his bitch."

I was tired of playing his games. I pulled the knife out of his leg and slid it straight through his thigh.

"ARGGG!!!" He yelled out in pain.

Kayla re-enter the kitchen with her hand outstretched. I accepted my phone from her as she looked over at Marquel.

"What was the point Marquel?" She asked all of a sudden.

"It was nothing personal Kayla. My job was to find you." He said as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Marquel, you know how much I hate games right?" She asked as a malicious glint entered her eyes.

"Sorry sweetheart, but this whole thing was a game to me. The icing on top would have been if we had actually slept together. Look I had a job to do. D'Mayo asked me to find you and I did. Then he asked me to keep an eye on you so I did. I mean you're cute and all, but I need a woman who can keep up with me in bed." He smirked after the last sentence.

"If only you knew what she was like in bed," I replied with a smirk of my own.

Kayla's face turned redder than a tomato.

"So you fucked him, but I wasn't good enough?" His voice was full of jealousy.

"Chill bruh, she was still missing me at the time. Nothing personal, she was just a bit dic-"

"I don't sleep with people I don't love. Sorry, but I never loved you." Kayla replied, cutting off the comment I was going to make.

"Never thought you would be the type to be someone else's bitch, but I guess we can't all call the shots. Hey, can I have your club once you're dead?"

"Why would I leave anything to you?"

"That's a bit selfish. I spent 2 years with you and the relationship ends with me empty handed? Not only that, what about the people who frequent your club? They will have to find somewhere else to go."

She has something up her sleeves. She seems truly distraught, but her voice is full of sarcasm. There is that mischievous glint into her eyes...

"Bitch are you nuts? You stabbed me, and you expect me to leave you something? You need to be admitted to a mental institution. Besides, I'm not about to die yet. D'Mayo has another batch of men on their way here. They're coming for you."

"Except they won't get me. You're wrong you know." She replied as she put her hands in her pocket.

"Wrong about what he asked," with a smirk on his face.

"You're about to die now." She flicked her hand and her knife landed with a sickening thud. It landed right in the middle of his forehead.

"Damn baby, ruthless looks good on you."

She smirked as she retrieved her knife.
She turned to walk out of the kitchen, but I grabbed her wrist and caged her into the corner.

"Your exes are the worst." I said as I placed my hands upon her hips.

"Did you forget that you are one of them?" She asked, full of sass.

"Don't get me wrong I am you ex, but the thing that makes me different..." I replied as I moved in closer, "is that pretty soon, I will be your man again."

With that I leaned in and kissed her plump lips. I been thinking about them for a while.

At first she didn't respond. I licked her bottom lip and heard her moan. I grabbed her ass and she gasped, finally granting me entrance.

I pulled away from the kiss and looked at her bruised lips and hooded eyes.

"Wewill finish this later ma." I said before I led her back to where theothers were.