Holy Angel

57. Just a Quick Ass Whooping

Mason/Marcus
Chicago, Illinois

"It's been all night and all morning since I last spoke to you Marcus." He rolled his drowsy eyes and dropped his head onto his pillow. Mela had called him nonstop since she woke up, and to say that she wasn't being the slightest bit of annoying was an understatement.

"Mela, I literally just left hours ago. I'll be fucking back in the next couple days. Stop acting like that."

"Don't curse at me as if I'm bothering you." She huffed.

"You woke me out my sleep to complain. If you not about to go back to sleep with me on this phone then I advise your ass to hang the fuck up and call me back in the next few hours." He huffed as he opened one eye to look at the phone but then quickly closed it when she sighed.

"Marcus, stop talking to me like that."

"Mel-."

"My dad say he needs to speak to you."

His eyes popped open as he looked at the phone confused.

"The fuck he need to speak to me for?" He scoffed. He wasn't about to talk to her father when he have a hit out on his boss. He would much rather beat his ass.

"It's about Mr. White."

Marcus quickly sat up and grabbed his phone. "White, business owner from New York Mr. White?"

"Yeah."

"If it's not about me beating his ass I don't give not one fuck." All Marcus wanted to do was shove a knife down Mr. Whites throat for having his girlfriend posted up on his office wall like a trophy he won.

Miya and Mela was his prize, not anyone else. He won her and her heart fair and square and no other nigga was going to steal her or even have the chance to idolize the thought of having a chance with her. She was his, and his only. Call him selfish but he don't share. Especially when it came down to his babygirl.

"That's the thing. He wants your help to do just that. He's pushing my dad to have this dinner with me."

"You're not going on that dinner Marie." Marcus refused to have her sitting across a power hungry, pedophile.

"I'm not going to be there so my dad sa-."

"So I say." Marcus cut her off. Fuck her father. This is probably a set up to either get him hurt and/or locked up. He's looking out for him and her. Only God knows what was going to happen if he was to ever be sent away and he would like to keep it that way.

"I'm not allowing you to do a damn thing that pertains to a dinner. Are you cooking me dinner?" He quickly asked her.

"No." She responded.

"Alright then. You're not doing a damn thing. Mr. White is all me baby. When I get his ass imma murder his ass. Period point mathafuckin' blank." He wasn't playing with her. He don't want her around any of that and he wasn't about to put himself in that situation especially with her dad.

"Now I want to suck your dick." A light moan came from her side of the phone and it made him smirk.

"Oh really?" He laid back down and got comfortable.

"Yeah." She whined. "That was sexy. My sexy human-being of a boyfriend."

"Husband." He corrected her.

"Oop, Okay lil daddy. Correct me then." She giggled. "My sexy human-being of a husband."

"I like the sound of that." He picked at his sheets as he licked on his lips.