Bodyguard My Heart (The Bodyguard #2)

Chapter 9

9

S amara

I helped Demetrius walk into the hotel room at the resort we found just a few miles away from his grandparents’ house. I was glad they weren’t fully booked because we still didn’t have any phones to set anything up online.

“This is beautiful.” I ogled as we walked inside the two-bedroom suite. Demetrius didn’t say anything as he hopped over to the bed. The entire ride he had been silent. I knew the things his grandfather had said were getting to him. How could it not? His grandfather had ripped into him so viciously that I wanted to say something in his defense. I couldn’t, though, because while it was unwarranted, it was all true.

“Sit down and relax. I’ll comb through this directory to see where we can get a cell phone.” I lowered him to the bed and attempted to walk away, but softly, he wrapped his arms around my thighs and held me there.

“Everything he said was true. I didn’t help Fabian. I got him killed. I… The cartel does more harm than good.”

The look on his face was one I’d never seen him make before. He was broken and it pained me to see him like this. Running my hands through his hair, I gently took his head and lifted it up to look at me.

“I can’t argue with you on that. You know how I feel about the cartel, but we can’t change the decisions of the past, Demetrius. We can only change the ones we make in the future. You were given this life, and you made the best of it.”

He looked up at me and leaned his head against my thighs.

“My father taught me how to shoot my first gun when I was six. He took me to my first shipment when I was eight. I never felt like I had a choice in this shit. I ain’t finish school like you and Ro. This gangster shit is the only thing I know. What am I supposed to do if I’m not a part of the cartel?”

“Find yourself. Find your greater purpose.” I held him closer. “You may even be able to find a nice girl and fall in…” My words trailed off as Demetrius leaned me down just enough so that his lips touched mine.

“I’ve already fallen in love with this lil feisty, thick shawty. She kind of perfect for a nigga.”

“I’m not perfect,” I mumbled.

“Sure you are. Sometimes I don’t even feel worthy of you.”

Tears swelled in my eyes hearing Demetrius place me up on this pedestal I didn’t feel worthy enough for, especially when I was just as messed up as him.

“My childhood was so fucked up that I have more trauma and daddy issues than I can deal with. I rush into things. I never ask for help and I self-sabotage my relationships. It’s so bad that I’ve gone so far as to lie about not being in love.” I didn’t know when I had started crying, but tears rolled down my cheeks. Demetrius squeezed my legs tighter as he lifted me into the air and lowered me on his lap, making me straddle him.

“The first step in healing is acknowledging that we both fucked up.” He placed a soft peck on my lips.

“We’re halfway there then, huh?” I sniffled as we both shared a laugh. Something was shifting in us, in me, and I welcomed it.

“There’s so many things I would change if I could, Samara.”

“The good thing about life is that as long as you’re still here, you get to rewrite it.” I stared into his eyes. I was speaking more to myself than to him, but I think we both needed to hear it.

“Maybe I’ll do that,” he replied.

“Maybe you should start by asking me that question again.”

Demetrius looked at me. His eyebrows wrinkled and confusion coated his face. “Ask you what?”

I stared at him, allowing my eyes to speak every emotion that was running through my brain.

“Ask me again?” I repeated. His eyes told me he knew what I was talking about this time.

“Do you love me, Samara?”

“Yes, I love you so much.” After everything we’d been through in the past forty-eight hours, it seemed pointless to fight it anymore. If Demetrius was ever taken away from me, I wanted him to at least know I loved him. Demetrius’s face lit up like a child on Christmas morning, and a huge burden was released from my soul.

“I love you, too, baby girl.” Our lips collided again. This time I opened my mouth and welcomed the taste of his tongue.

“Make love to me.” I rolled my hips across his lap, trying to put out the fire that was rising between my thighs. His eyes dipped low as he gazed at me.

“Music to my ears.” He lifted me up slightly, and I took my hands and freed his dick from his shorts.

“Ask me again?” I whispered as he lowered me back down and inserted himself inside me.

“Do you love me?” His hand wrapped around my neck as the other assisted me in bouncing up and down on his dick.

“I love you, baby.”

“Say that shit again!”

“I love you! I love you!” I let out a pleasurable moan as we found our rhythm.

“I love yo’ ass, too, girl!” A collaborative moan escaped us as he continued to bounce me up and down in his lap hard and fast. Our bodies collided in a way they never had before, causing my pussy to leak my love down his dick.

“Ooh!” I moaned, our sex sounds making a beautiful soundtrack to our lovemaking.

“Tell me yo’ secrets, baby. They safe with me.” He tightened his hands around my neck as he leaned in and placed kisses on my lips. He was fucking me so good I would tell his ass anything he wanted to hear. I’d sing the five-dollar foot long jingle to his big dick ass if he asked me to.

“Fuck!” I threw my head back.

“Tell me yo’ secrets,” he repeated.

“I am terrified to commit to you. To love you!” I admitted.

“Tell me more.”

“I’m afraid you’ll leave. Afraid you’ll let me down.” I poured my heart out to him as I rode him into oblivion. He probably already knew this but admitting it to him and myself was so freeing.

“I’ll never leave you intentionally, baby girl.” He released my neck to grab the sides of my face, bringing me into a kiss. “You’re safe with me. Do you hear me, Samara? These niggas can try to kill me a million times over, but they’ll never take me from you.” He pushed his lips into mine again, and another moan escaped them.

“Ooh, oh it… feels… so good!” I stammered. His words pierced my heart and my pussy at the same time. We’d had sex countless amounts of times, but it never felt this good. I didn’t know if it was the fact we hadn’t had sex in months or the fact that all our feelings were finally out there in the open. Either way, Demetrius was so deep inside me, his dick was hitting every nerve ending in my body. I was on the verge of cumming.

“That’s right, baby! That’s our fucking love.” He grunted as I slammed down on his dick. My walls squeezed tight around him, attempting to drain him dry.

“This pussy is so wet and good, baby!” He moaned, making me rotate my hips even more. We should have probably been more cautious. It hadn’t been that long since he’d had surgery. The way he was pounding into me from the bottom said he didn’t give a damn about that incision.

“Fuck! Baby!”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he continued to drop me up and down on his dick. His hips rotated beneath me. He was stroking me into pure bliss. I could feel my insides contract around him, and I knew I was cumming.

“I-I love you, Demetrius!” I screamed, releasing my juices all over him.

“What’s my name?” He smacked my ass.

“Meechie! Meechie! Shit… fuck!” I threw my head back as I trembled in his arms.

“I love you too.” He grunted as he coated my insides with his semen. I didn’t know how I had hidden my feelings for this man for so long.

“Ain’t no divorce ever. You know that, right?” He pulled out of me and gently lifted me from his body.

“I know.”

“Good!” He climbed up into the bed and lay down next to me. My body wrapped around his instantly, and I rested my head on his chest.

“Tell me a secret?” I asked him the same question he’d been asking me. He pulled me in closer.

“Sometimes, I think about leaving the cartel life behind, but I don’t know what to do. I don’t feel good enough to be anybody else.”

I lifted off his chest just enough to see his eyes. I never knew he felt like that. I never knew he shared the same desire I did to be free of it all. Demetrius was a natural leader. He exuded money, power, and respect. He showed no signs of slowing down. I wondered if this was an effect of almost losing his life.

“Is this new?” I questioned.

“Naw, if I’m being honest. I never wanted to be a Capo. I just went with it out of loyalty when Ro mentioned it.”

“Let’s never go back,” I blurted at his confession. He chuckled before placing a kiss on my forehead.

“Tempting, but unfortunately, we have to. Royale will hunt me down for kidnapping his little sister.”

“Actually, I kidnapped you.” I giggled.

“Is that right?”

“Um huh!” I nodded my head as a yawn escaped my lips.

“Get some rest, kidnapper. We need to get up and get those burner phones before it gets too late. We have to update Royale and Polo on our whereabouts before those niggas send the calvary searching for us.”

“Okay,” I replied as I snuggled into his arms, allowing sleep to find me.

“Wake up. I’m dialing Royale.” Demetrius’s thick voice shook me from my sleep. My eyes snapped open as they adjusted to the light in the room.

“Huh?” I narrowed my eyes on Demetrius. He was standing over me shirtless, propped up on one crutch, waving a cell phone in the air. When did he get a cell phone? I sat up on the bed, still naked from our lovemaking session, confused about what was going on.

“Huh? How’d you—”

“Paid the bellhop to get them,” he answered before I could even finish asking. My eyebrows raised in suspicion. How the hell did he even get downstairs to talk to the bellhop?

“You're doing too much. Please remember you are not a cartel boss over here. Don’t start bossing these people around trying to find minions and shit.” I shook my head.

“I’m a boss everywhere, baby.” He crawled into the bed next to me and positioned the phone so we could both see it. I peered down at the old model smartphone in his hand. He had an identical one in his other hand. They were a stark difference from the ones we’d left in Rebecca’s car back home. I would be surprised if it even had a video-calling feature.

“It’s ringing.” I leaned forward, pulling the cover up over my naked body. Even if this was just a call, I wanted to be presentable. It was my brother. Breathing echoed through the speakers, and I knew that the call had connected.

“Royale!” I spoke softly into the phone. I was nervous. Things with my brother were weird, and I wasn’t sure if they would ever be the same.

“Mara!” Royale’s voice rang out. I could hear the relief as he let out a sigh. “It’s them!” he shouted. It soothed me to know even in his anger, he was at least still worried about us.

“Thank goodness,” Monroe said in the background.

“Took y’all asses long enough. Tika said y’all flight left over sixteen hours ago.” That was Polo.

“A few hours more, and we were about to raise hell,” Royale added.

“It took us some time to get the phones. A nigga is cripple,” Demetrius explained as he pulled the covers and joined me underneath. I eyed him as he got comfortable next to me, pulling me into his body. The affection wasn’t new to me. This was our dynamic when we weren’t on bullshit. What was interesting was how quickly we seemed to find our rhythm, like nothing had transpired. Like he hadn’t put divorce papers in my door a few days ago.

“Y’all good? Y’all made it to Haiti? Y’all settled?” Ro fired off question after question.

“Yeah, we’re straight. What about y’all?” Demetrius responded.

“We’ve made it to Cuba. The new safe house not ready yet, so we’re staying at a place Aunt Vanessa recommended. Monroe is getting flashbacks of being out here, but I’m keeping her occupied,” Royale replied. My heart went out to Monroe. The last time she and Royale were in Cuba, my father sent a crazed man to kill her at the safe house he had built for Royale, now Royale was having another one built for them.

“Good, we’re all out of the way,” Demetrius reiterated. “Now we just stay low. Have y’all heard anything?”

“Nah, just speculation that you didn’t survive the crash. The news outlets added in that one, though. They reported one person dead in a car crash,” Royale stated.

“That’s perfect! Whoever did this shit gon’ have to show their cards in a minute. All we have to do is enjoy our vacations and relax.”

“Enjoy our vacations?” Polo shouted. “Don’t forget your ass is a ghost. Don’t be frolicking all over Haiti. We don’t know where these niggas got eyes.”

“Don’t worry. Samara ain’t let my ass loose. Y’all just continue to put the poison in the water. The cartel is scrambling in the wake of my death. I want all shipments slowed down.”

I shook my head. No matter what I did, I couldn’t stop this man from working. Being a boss was in him, not on him, for real.

“Put a constant check on the cameras in Samara’s apartment. If they are trying to take over the cartel, as my wife and rightful heir, she might be the target now.”

My eyebrows narrowed at the thought of me being a target. Somebody trying to kill little old me was crazy.

“I’m not there, though.” I interjected.

“Yeah, but they don’t know that. They probably think you at home grieving or some shit. If somebody stops by your house, we may see who’s behind all this and get a jump on their ass.”

“Oh, that’s smart.” I nodded.

“I told you I was a boss, baby.” He kissed me on the forehead, and my body melted.

“Y’all motherfuckers gon’ wait another six years to tell me where the fuck y’all relationship stand. Y’all together or not?” Royale said into the phone as my eyes traveled to Demetrius. The tone in Royale’s voice said he was still in his feelings about our marriage. I was sure had we not been caught in this predicament, he probably wouldn’t even be talking to us.

“Gone get it out, bro. You’re entitled to it.” Demetrius spoke up. Him and Royale had been friends for so long, I hoped that this wouldn’t tarnish that.

“I’m good. Y’all fucked up bullshit not that important right now,” Royale replied.

“It is though. Let’s air this shit out like men. Like best friends. I went behind yo’ back and married Mara so I could take over the cartel for you. We saw it best not to tell you. That’s it, that’s my truth.”

“I asked him to do it!” I rushed to add. “I just wanted you to live out yo’ dreams.”

The phone was silent for a minute. My nerves were bad as I waited for my brother to respond. Demetrius and I were finally going to happen, and it would mean so much to me if we had his support.

“Y’all fucking around on the low is one thing but getting married behind my back is another thing. Y’all sat in my motherfucking face and lied. Y’all lied for six fucking years! That’s some unloyal ass shit coming from two people I would give my life for.”

I could feel Demetrius’s body stiffen as Royale went in on both of us. He had the same look on his face he’d had the day I presented him with the arranged marriage. We both sat there, allowing Royale to vent. He deserved to have some time to process what he was feeling.

“Meechie, that’s my little sister! You, of all people, knew damn well she was off-limits. You knew damn well I ain’t want her involved in this cartel shit.”

“It was never supposed to be anything other than on paper. I ain’t about to apologize for falling in love with Mara, bro. I can’t. I love the fuck out of her, and we gon’ be together.” He wrapped his hand in mine before continuing. “I ain’t about to apologize for doing what I thought was best for all us at the time. What I will apologize for is keeping the shit from you for so long. That was some bitch shit, and I can’t do anything but own up to it.”

Another round of silence fell over the phone. I didn’t know what Royale was going to say. I didn’t even know if I could live with knowing I’d broken up their friendship.

“I’m just pissed I ain’t get to be a flower boy in my only brother’s wedding.” Polo broke the awkward silence. “I was gon’ let that shit rain!” he joked. His ass could never be serious, but he was the humor we needed at the moment.

“I’m saying. I was gon’ be fly as fuck in a tux.” The tone in Royale’s voice had me exhaling the breath I’d been holding.

“Y’all niggas might still got y’all chance,” Demetrius countered.

“On some real shit, though, just treat my sister right, Meechie. You know what she deserves. You know what she needs.”

“I know, man. Trust me, I got her,” Demetrius assured Royale.

“And, Samara, stop playing those silly ass games. Meechie not Pops. Write those issues down in a diary and heal before you miss out on a good man.”

My eyes grew big, and I threw my hand to my chest.

“I feel targeted!” I shouted.

“Good, you should,” Royale replied. Demetrius laughed as he pulled me close to him.

“Not too much on my wife, boy.” He kissed my cheek. I couldn’t believe we were finally free of the secret that had controlled our lives for so long. It felt good. I only hoped that Demetrius wouldn’t let me down. The conversation switched gears to Fabian’s funeral arrangements, and I could feel Demetrius’s emotions with every detail. His guilt was radiating off his skin.

“I’ll go by Grandma’s and get shit set up on this end,” Demetrius offered. “Can y’all handle getting his body shipped as discreetly as possible?”

“I’m on it. I know exactly who to go to,” Polo stated.

“Hopefully, we can get this shit figured out by the funeral so Fabian can rest in peace.”

“Agreed.” We all replied at the same time.

“Fabian deserved that much,” I whispered.

“Yeah, he do,” Demetrius replied. His voice was just above a whisper.

“Fabian’s death is hard on all of us. We gon’ get them motherfuckers, though,” Polo said.

“Oh, I know. Ain’t no other way. Y’all keep me posted on anything y’all hear,” Demetrius ordered.

“We got you.” The phone disconnected, and Demetrius immediately pulled me on top of him. For an injured man, he was still manhandling the fuck out of me. The nurse in me was concerned, but the other side of me was so fucking turned on.

“What are you doing?”

His hand snaking up my back made me giggle.

“Putting you back on this dick. I want to hear more of your secrets.” He kissed my neck.

“Only if you tell me yours.” I moaned as he slid inside me.

“We’re each other’s diaries, baby.” He placed his lips on mine, and we let our souls spill their guts to each other.