Satan's Angel || BWHM

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Lucho stares at Sin's naked body, her just getting out the shower, her baby bump was bigger now. She looked over to the door, "What?" She asked. Lucho looked at her, bottom lip tugged between his teeth. "You fine as hell pregnant." Sin smiled, rubbing her belly, "Lucho?" He stepped closer to her. "When do you wanna do this?... This married thing?" Lucho shrugged, "I'on't know. I'on't even like that word. I jus want you to be forever. That I'm sure about." A smile spread across her face. "You trust me?" Lucho nodded. "I need to see Chris... alone." Lucho rolled his eyes, "The fuck for?" Sin rubbed up and down his chest. "Because it's my fault he got hurt. I haven't talked to him since that night." Lucho sighed, "Fine. But if yo ass pull some funny shit, I'm boxin' you." She snorted, kissing his lips. She got dressed and kissed him goodbye.

She was nervous, knocking on his door. For comfort, she rubbed her belly, waiting for someone to answer. She turned away from the door, just as it opened. "Sin?" She heard. She turned around and his eyes went to her pregnant belly then up to her eyes. "Holy shit, is it..." She laughed a little, "No. it's Lucho's. I just wanted to apologize for that night... shit hit the fan and Lucho and I might be bouncin' out the states." Chris half smiled, "Wanna go for a drive? Talk about it? I've missed you." She smiled and nodded, noticing the female he was dealing with, was no longer around.

"So what's been happening?" He asked, them sitting in the car as he pulled out. "Lucho and I are together now, I'm four months pregnant, Sonny is tryna kill a Lucho so we've been chillin' at my folks vacation spot." Chris sighed, "I'm glad you came to your senses. But damn that's rough that you can even go home because that guy is after Lucho now." She glanced at him, noticing he had a new silver band on his ring finger. "How was recovery?" Chris let out a breath, "It was Hell. It was so painful. Zo couldn't handle it when I told her about what we were doing when I was with her. She walked out on me while I was recovering. But it's okay." The silver band on his ring finger still caught her attention. "Are you married or some shit?" Chris laughed a little, "No I'm single. I just wear it there so females leave me alone. So what are you having?" Sin rubbed her belly and smiled, "A boy." Chris cooed, pulling into the parking lot of Five Guys. "What're you naming him?" She smirked and told the name, Chris nodding in approval.

"Why were you there Chris and don't bullshit me."

"I was still sleeping with her... I was over there to break up with her... so I can work on us."

"Fuck you, Chris."

"Don't let it be another four months." Chris told her. "I won't." She smiled getting in the car and driving back to her temporary home. Chris regretted letting her go, but he had to. He lifted his shirt to see the wounds, and it was a reminder that he had to let her go, for the sake of his own life. He wasn't Lucho. He didn't know the first thing about shooting a gun, selling dope, or the streets. He had no idea how the game went and that's what got him killed the first time. He learned his lesson.

As she pulled in, Lucho was seen on his phone, speaking Spanish to whoever was on the line, he had a serious look on his face as his girlfriend walked up to him, pecking her lips as he continued the conversation. Once he hung up, he groaned in annoyance, "I'm tired of dis shit." A look of concern graced Sin's face. "Baby whats wrong?" Lucho sighed. "Sonny ain't been seen since we left. That nigga could be anywhere. That's one. Two, I'm needed there because some niggas been tryna cook us since Sonny missin' and I left. I gotta go and handle this shit." Lucho stood, his long brown hair was back in a man bun, a lock of it free and falling in his face. "Lemme make a few phone calls to get this shit handled." She dialed Huncho's number and requested the names of the people that was threatening them, and he of course refused to get her involved due to her pregnancy. "Huncho look, I can handle it better than anyone else. Me being pregnant ain't a valid reason for you to withhold shit from me." Lucho shook his head. The last thing he wanted to do was leave his pregnant girlfriend alone when a nigga out to kill. "We a package deal, Unc. I'on't care bout nobody else, all I know is, is that if my nigga wind up dead because of y'all, y'all all getting it. Fuck them rivals." Lucho took the phone from her, "Stress not good right now for you chava, go in the house." She took a deep breath and went inside. "Huncho. I'll do the job, but I'm not bout to leave her alone." Huncho sighed, "You said she visited her ex? Send her over there." Lucho rolled his eyes, "Aight." It made more sense because the others were at risk of being followed there, and no one knew were Chris stayed. So she'd be safe.

"Please be careful." She told Lucho as her eyes watered. "Always." He whispered to her, pecking her lips and sighing a bit. "Imma be back to pick you up, and we gon go back to crib. I promise you babygirl. Imma be back for my girl and son aight." She nodded, kissing his lips slowly. "I love you." She stepped out and walked inside Chris's place.

"They not gon expect me there, not in this new car you rollin' in." She convinces some hours later. "Sin you're pregnant, you really shouldn't be doing that." She got in the car anyways, her glock in her lap, Chris in passenger seat. She had to take the back roads to avoid getting followed and inevitably made it behind the Huncho's place. Lucho was seen outside the place, looking effortlessly gorgeous, a hand outstretched as he pointed a gun at a rival. Faintly she could hear the conversation. "When was the last time you held a piece? You been playing house witcho hoe and shit. I heard she pregnant." Lucho didn't waver, "Fix ya mouth to talk about her again." The man smirked, "She a ho-" And he was splattered against the pavement. He turned to go back on the porch of the house and crouched, aiming his gun at the rival's car that stopped. As they stepped out, he took them out one by one, but one was free, aiming at Lucho, but Sin pointed and headshot was made. Lucho looked around, not knowing where it came from. It seemed that outside quieted down and it was time for Lucho to go inside and handle the inside. Sin stepped out and wobbled inside, using the key. They were gathered in the garage, the rivals on one side of the garage, and her people on the other. It was just a lot of yelling before Sin walked in. Huncho of course was surprised, but surprisingly proud. Lucho on the other hand...

"We're gonna make dis shit short and sweet. Drop your weapons or I drop you." For some reason, the rivals placed them on the ground, "Rico, Ruthless, and Fenz, check them." She commanded, holding gun steady to their boss. As they did so, they found a few extra weapons, sending them to the front. "You don't listen huh." And without hesitation, they were on the ground, lifeless. "Tiago, give me another piece." And he did so whispering in her ear, "Handle that shit, mami." He lightly chuckled softly in her ear as she pulled her ear back, ignoring all of what he just said.  "What's gon happen round here is y'all gon either eat lead, or cough up some money for trying shit. This either end in red or green. The choice is yours." And the rivals looked amongst each other, "Who is this bitch?" One called. "Honey... I'm that bitch." And his face fell to the ground. "Does anyone else want to try my patience or would you like to go home to your families?" One of them scooted a briefcase of money over by foot, "Thanks love. And Don? If you find yourself getting the notion to fuck wit me..." he aimed her piece to where it would paralyze him and or kill him if she fired, "...don't." And with guns pointed to their backs, they left out the garage, twenty less than when they arrived. "Y'all know what to do. C'mon Lucho." And she turned and wobbled out the garage. "Lucho! Yo main is bad." Lucho smirked, "Main? That's my only." And he followed after her. "I hope he ain't getting soft over her." Tiago told. Sin peered her head in the door after overhearing him, "Tiago didn't you wanna smash? Like a month ago? Talm bout you wish you got me knocked up? Keep that energy when my baby's born." And she left for real this time. "Hell hath no fury, like a knocked up woman." Rico muttered. "Don't fuck wit her. Right now... she satan." Ruthless warned. "That mother hen instinct don kicked in. She dangerous."

"That shit you pulled was cute, but don't do that shit no more." Lucho commanded, as they arrived back home. She stood in front of him, pulling his neck down so their mouths would collide. On instant, his hands wrap around her waist, a grin on her face. "I love you." She reminded. Wobbling to the back to their room, she phoned her parents while Lucho stayed in the front, trying to figure out, how was he going to do this. Was he gonna be traditional or just take her somewhere after the baby was born. He wished Sonny didn't switch up on him... he could use his opinion. He missed his best friend, "Lucho! Mira! The baby kicked." He heard her yell. He went to the back and saw a bright smile on her face, him sitting next to her, the baby kicking again, and his heart fluttered. This was his new life. And he was ready to put his hood behind him for his kid and wife.

Sonny could never. And he knew that. That's why he was out there looking for blood.