Misunderstood (Toussaint Mafia #4)

Chapter 8 #2

Ariz chuckled. “You talking about Ashley?”

Masami nodded, and he laughed even harder. “Man, she wouldn’t answer my calls after she told me she got jumped. I had no idea what the hell was wrong with her. That’s wild. But I gotta say, I always felt like we’d cross paths again someday. You were young back then, and Ossa’s like my brother. Still is—but times have changed. You’re all grown now, and a beautiful woman at that. And you need me. So, I can’t be cold to you like I was back in the day. Hell, I couldn’t even if I tried. I’ve been thinking about you, Masami, ever since I saw you at the casino.”

Masami felt her world tilt from his words. She leaned closer, her fingers brushing over his chains.

“Tell me the truth. Did you come back for me?”

Ariz flashed her a lazy grin. “My pops damn near demanded I come back, but yeah, it’s all about you. Honestly, you’re the reason I’m here. Does that make you nervous?”

Masami briefly wondered when Ariz got a damn daddy, but she didn’t question it—she was simply happy talking about her life with him, the life she’d always dreamed about when they were younger. As her body floated in a wave of excessive happiness, her heart raced, and she started zoning out, wondering if she looked normal to people. It felt like her body might just float through the room at any minute.

“I love you. I wanna have your babies and be your wife. As you can see, I’m far from nervous,” she giggled.

Ariz chuckled, and she leaned up to kiss his lips. It was innocent and no tongue involved but damn it was the best kiss of her life.

“I’m serious. Let’s float away,” she whispered against his soft, thick lips, ignoring his curly beard tickling her face.

“Where you wanna float to, Masami?” Ariz asked, gently grabbing her face to keep her close. “’Cause I’ll take you there right now. I’ll take you wherever you wanna go, ma.”

Her eyes misted with happiness at his words. “I knew you’d come back for me someday. I just wanna go to the land of lovers. Take me now,” she replied before pressing her lips against his.

Ariz kissed Masami briefly before standing, and she held his hand tightly as they moved through the club. When Ariz stopped to talk to Nano, she hugged his arm, smiling.

“You good, sis?” Nano asked, standing beside Peace.

Masami nodded, so happy she could barely contain herself. “I’m better than good—like Tony the Tiger, I’m great,” she snickered.

Nano and Peace exchanged a quick look as Ariz chuckled.

“I’ma take her back to her room, y’all niggas be good,” Ariz told them.

Nano and Peace nodded as Masami waved at them. Ariz led her out of the club and over to a sleek black Aventador. Masami couldn’t resist running her hand along the side of the beautiful car as Ariz opened the door for her.

“You know I love cars. This is so damn beautiful,” she said softly.

Ariz looked her over, licking his lips. “It ain’t got shit on you. Let’s burn out, Miss 9th Ward.”

Masami giggled, loving the nickname. She slipped past Ariz and got into the car. A minute later, he joined her, and soon they were weaving through traffic. Ariz kept his hand on her thigh, and she couldn’t help but smile as she gazed over at him. She couldn’t explain the joy she felt just being there with him. He was everything she’d ever wanted, right by her side.

“I love you,” she murmured softly, and Ariz chuckled.

“That gummy got your ass gone, but I’m starting to feel it too. We might have to pull over and grab some food to slow down the high,” he replied.

Masami shook her head, leaning closer as he stopped at a red light.

“Why slow down when we can kick this shit up another notch? You said you was gonna take me to the land of lovers so what you waiting for? You scared or me? Of this pussy? Of my love?”

Ariz looked at her and swallowed hard before shaking his head.

“Come here,” he spoke lowly, demanding and she loved that shit.

Masami leaned towards him, and he grabbed the bottom of her chin as the light turned green and cars began to blow at them.

“When it comes to you I’m not scared of shit. I’ll handle your heart, your pussy and your body with care. Now give me a kiss,” he told her and Masami happily obliged.

What felt like hours later, Masami awoke to someone nudging her arm. She groaned, too tired to open her eyes, when the large duvet was suddenly ripped from her body.

“Get your ass up! We’ve been looking for you for two damn days,” Ossa grumbled, standing over the bed.

“You got that niggas name tatted on you? What the fuck is that on your finger! Oh, I’ma kill this nigga,” Ossa nearly roared in anger, his deep voice bouncing off the walls inside of the room.

“Baby can I at least help her get dressed before you go in on her? Like Maia they were clearly on a high dosage of shroom edibles and well this is the outcome,” Imani said softly.

Masami’s brows pulled together. Shrooms? She’d taken a weed gummy and nothing more.

“No Maia gave me two weed gummy’s and ahh— Nigga you can’t whoop me! Imani get your damn husband before I shoot this nigga!” Masami yelled as Ossa slapped her legs with the Gucci belt that had been laying on the floor.

“Nah you need this shit. I can’t believe you married my nigga, fucks wrong with you,” he grumbled hitting her legs hard as hell.

“Ossa, what the hell!” Imani yelled trying to grab his arm. “Swear I’ma have grey dreads fucking around with you all!”

Masami jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom as fast as she could. As Ossa started pounding on the bathroom door, she stared at herself in the mirror. Her once bouncy, fresh silk press was now matted to her head, and mascara stains ran down her cheeks. She wore only her nude underwear, but what caught her eye was the new tattoo on her right thigh— Ariz’s name, inked in neat calligraphy and outlined with a swirling cloud design. Masami’s heart stopped at the sight of it, but the blinding diamond ring on her wedding finger made her nearly collapse over the sink.

“You about to annul that bullshit A muthafucking Sap, Masami! I’m not playing bout that shit either! We need to be getting this family back on track and you pull this? No lie I’m disappointed as fuck with you. Now hurry up so we can hop on this jet. Just so we’re clear AR is in jail because you and him was fucking outside of the store, and you ran off when the cops came but he didn’t make it that far. He can bail his self out, you coming with us. I really don’t have time for this bullshit, now hurry up!”

“Thank you for meeting me here,” Jazmine remarked as Masami sat across from her.

Masami peered around the inside of the re-done Caribbean restaurant that she now knew belonged to her mom and she sighed. The business looked new almost with a remnant of the chaos that was previously in the establishment. Masami thought she would have been triggered by being in the place however she wasn’t. With so many things transpiring in her life she wasn’t fazed by it. However, being across from Jazmine was doing something to her body as she felt a nervous energy move through her that made her heart race and her stomach knot up.

Masami adjusted her black shades as she sat back in her seat and stared at the woman who was back from the dead.

“Actually, I thought I was having lunch with Rebecca. If I knew it was you, I probably wouldn’t have come,” Masami admitted.

Jazmine, polished, looking beautiful as ever in her black high waisted jeans that she sported a cream silk blouse with, and a cream fedora sighed. Her light hued eyes held pain in them as she sat across from Masami.

“I appreciate your honesty. You’ve always been a straight forward type of child. Rarely did you lie but I’m sure your father has shown you the ropes on that.”

Masami smirked as she started to rotate the wedding ring on her finger that she hadn’t been able to pull off because it was too tight but not in a way that it hurt her finger.

“Some I learned from him and some I learned from you.”

Jazmine cleared her throat as the waitress came over with appetizers, water, and sweet tea.

“Thank you,” Jazmine said softly to the waitress. “I ordered all of your favorites. Everything I cooked with you and your sisters,” Jazmine told her.

Masami eyed the crawfish etouffee with narrowed lids. Her stomach grumbled and she refused to lift her hand to sample the soulful smelling dish.

“What do you want from me? Am I supposed to accept your apology because I shot you? Because you should know that I’m not gonna beg and plead for you to forgive me for doing that. I blacked out and I just started shooting. I had no clue I shot you until after everything was over with. I was so scared because I didn’t want anything to happen to any of our family. I wanted to protect us, and you left with the people that brought the pain our way,” Masami sat up as Jazmine’s eyes started to tear up. “I get it. Dad is a piece of shit. He’s done what’s unforgivable and I have to accept that he isn’t a good man. However, I’m not ready to accept that your back. Boston and the rest of the sisters need you. I don’t so you should spend your time trying to reconnect with them. I need to focus on helping Ossa rebuild this family. The same family that you and your husband the real one fucked up.”

Jazmine swiped away her tears while looking at Masami. She placed a beautiful blue box onto the table while speaking.

“After having a miscarriage, you were my gift from God. I was so elated to be pregnant with you Masami that I carried you like the precious cargo that you were. I sung to you, I ate the best food, and I ignored every dreadful thing about your father. I ignored all of the red flags because I couldn’t not give you and Ossa the family life that you two deserved. Then Meilani entered the world, Maia and finally Boston. Carlos took my family away and my modeling. He took my identity away and I let him because I didn’t know any better. I didn’t know my strength as a woman and I was afraid,” Jazmine stopped speaking to smile. “And to be honest I loved him. I loved him so much that his disrespect was always forgiven but love can turn to hate Masami. Something good can become something bad real fast. I’m not telling you this to make you feel anything. I just want you to know that I’m human and I made so many mistakes, but my heart has always been with you all. I pray none of you end up like me on the receiving end of hate from people you love more than you love yourself. It’s a horrible feeling but I deserve it. I own that?—"

“You should!” Masami snatched off her sunglasses as her leg started to shake. Her mom was trying to penetrate her heart, make the walls around it fall down and she didn’t want that. Masami didn’t want to be that accessible to Jazmine ever again because she knew she wouldn’t be able to take the heartbreak if Jazmine let her down. “I should have left the minute I saw your bright ass face over here. I’m not your other daughters. You can’t fool me into feeling like I have to forgive you. I don’t play that forgiveness shit,” Masami replied standing.

Jazmine stood with Masami and walked up to her. Without asking Jazmine pulled Masami into her arms and hugged her tightly.

“A bitter heart can never experience true love. I pray me and your fathers fuck ups don’t ruin you. You are too beautiful to be filled with so much unhappiness, uncertainty, and confusion inside of you. I pray God gives me your pain and lets me wear the brunt of it because for you I will take it away sweetheart,” Jazmine said softly before kissing Masami’s cheek.

Masami pulled away from Jazmine and took the box off the table. She looked at her mom who was softly weeping and she swallowed down her emotions.

“I gotta go,” Masami said quickly and walked away.

Masami left the restaurant in a daze. Making her drive back to Blue Hill quicker than she expected. Thanks to Promise she was in a high-rise that overlooked the Marceline borough. The same building as Promise and Maia. Masami still had her place but with Ossa being gone after the DEA swooped in, Promise didn’t want her on the Northside alone. She understood his feelings and moved her things. The Blue Hill borough was cool, but it didn’t have shit on the Northside. Masami couldn’t wait to go home and have a nicer place than the last. She couldn’t wait to be back in her hood on the throne where she belonged.

“Took you long enough wife,” Ariz said as Masami stepped into her place.

Masami held the box as she watched Ariz come her way in a white beater and grey Denim Tears sweat pants. She looked at his handsomeness, the smooth tatted skin, curly fade and charming smile. His bottom grill was still in as he advanced on her and grabbed the box.

“You miss your husband yet?” he asked leaning down and pressing his lips into hers.

Masami felt her walls pulsate as she stared up at Ariz’s fine ass. Of course, she got high on shrooms and married him. He was the shit, even in her euphoric state her body knew what to do with him.

“I do,” she whispered playing along because sometimes make believe was better than reality.

Ariz kissed her lips softly and she closed her eyes. Never in her entire life did she think she would be kissing Ariz let alone married to him.

“We have to get this annulled. I’m sorry I gave you tripped out shroom edibles. Maia said they were bad batches with high dosages. She was so fucked up she tried to fight a cop. Promise is still upset with her.”

Ariz chuckled as they walked further into her place.

“Yeah he told me about it when he gave me the key. I need Ossa’s number ASAP, Masami.”

Masami frowned. The last thing she wanted was for Ossa and Ariz to talk.

“We should let things cool down. In time he’ll understand that we was high, and?——"

“It’s cool, let’s talk about Vegas,” Ariz remarked cutting her off.

He placed the box she’d received from her mom onto the island in the kitchen and Masami was able to peep the vibe he’d set for them. The lights were dimmed low, large glass votives were placed against her panoramic windows while medium glass vases sat on the table. A male chef was in her kitchen whipping up something that smelled amazing while the all too familiar coveted orange box sat on the chair of the head of the table. Masami was glad she hadn’t eaten with her mom as her stomach was ready and waiting to receive some loving.

She eyed Ariz nervously as she pondered on what he was really doing there.

“Yes we should discuss Vegas,” she agreed removing her black shades.

Masami stepped out of her off-white worn in leather designer sneakers. She put her purse away and removed her denim trucker jacket before joining Ariz in the dining room. Soft R&B played as she sat beside Ariz at the table. He was rubbing the curly tendrils in his taper as his eyes peered at the laptop screen that showed visuals of a gambling warehouse party.

“My spot in the D. I have people there holding things down but I’m a control freak. I feel like cant nobody handle my business better than me. I definitely have a hard time trusting other people when it comes to my money and clubs.”

Masami leaned closer to Ariz to get a better look at the screen and his alluring scent gave her a flashback of their time in Vegas. Her eyes closed as she remembered him pounding into her from the back on a soft bed that was covered with bundles of cash.

“We fucked up,” she whispered opening her eyes and ignoring the shiver that moved through her body. “I already emailed my lawyer, well Ossa did and he’s drawing up papers for us. I’m so sorry that happened. I really didn’t want you to get arrested. How did you get out?”

Ariz switched camera views, and another warehouse of men sparing in a cage similar to MMA fighting popped onto the screen as he cleared his throat.

“My OG came through for me. She hadn’t heard from me in a day and her ass freaked out like she always do. She turned on my location and caught a flight to Vegas. You know that lady don’t play about my black ass,” he smirked, and Masami felt very bad to see that his mom had to do all of that when she could have bailed him out herself.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated softly in a tone that even she didn’t recognize.

Ariz shook his head.

“It’s cool. Ossa in his feelings and I get it. As men we get emotional at times to. Us being together like this without him okaying the shit is probably eating at his soul. Even if we was under the influence of some shrooms. I gotta make shit right with him. I want you to come with me, Masami.”

Masami sat back as she watched Ariz close his laptop.

“Where?”

Ariz turned to Masami and grabbed her soft hands. She watched him look down at her ring intently like he was attempting to put together a puzzle. He massaged her fingers before lifting her right hand and kissing the back of it. Sober Masami was a ball of nerves as she watched him show her affection in a way that had never been done before.

“It’s time to be honest without feeling like we’re hurting our people or protecting ourselves. This right here is a safe space,” Ariz told her still holding her hands.

Masami looked around the space they were in.

“So, these chairs is our safe space?”

Ariz nodded and she smiled.

“Okay. I can get with that.”

Ariz pulled on her hand until she sat up in the seat same as him. Their body knees were touching as he peered into her eyes.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. How it feels right for us to be like this with each other. Vegas was crazy as fuck. I don’t remember a lot, like fighting cops and having sex with you outside but I do remember how I felt when I saw you at the club. I was excited and nervous. Honestly I never felt them type of feelings for a woman. Lust yeah, that’s understandable. I’ma man and I can appreciate beautiful women but what I feel for you is different. I see someone that I grew up with and you went from being my boys annoying little sister to this beautiful ass woman. Your smile, style even your attitude the good and the bad side of it does something to me. I don’t usually be this man, holding hands, having intimate talks and shit,” he smirked. “But you’re different. Like me you have that wall up and if I play it cool you will too, and I don’t want that. I don’t want us to play shit cool. Your fucking name is tatted on my neck. We got married off some shrooms and when I was locked up I could still smell the scent of your sweet ass pussy on my lips. We way past playing shit cool. Your life is different now and I wanna help. I don’t want you to have to do everything. I wanna make it easier for you. I want you to smile and be that happy ass Masami that I know is in there, but you gotta let me and not be afraid of your brother. I’ll handle Ossa and I’ll take care of you.”

Masami felt like the largest walnut known to man had resided inside of her throat. She stared at Ariz not sure what to say as he massaged the backs of her hands. He pulled her closer and she felt jitters in her stomach as she leaned his way.

“But I don’t need a man to take care of me, Ariz.”

Ariz pulled Masami onto his lap, and she inhaled the alluring smell of him as his hands traveled down to her ass.

“Nah, I think you do. I think you need me as much as I need you. We are more alike than you think, Masami. You always wanted your fathers approval, and I did too. That feeling alone can fuck you up in the head. Make you feel like you not good enough. But you are and you don’t have to be alone. I’m not feeling sorry for you, I know you can handle yourself. I know you don’t need me or my money. I gotta do this though Masami. Shit is crazy as hell right now, but I can’t not have you in my life. I just got back here and already I’m hooked, imagine how intense this shit gone be some years in,” he smirked.

Masami hid her face into the crook of his neck not believing Ariz would ever be saying such a thing to her. Hell Lyfe hadn’t even come that hard and she just knew in her heart that he was the one for her.

“I’m not a submissive woman. I don’t need a man to coddle me and definitely don’t need him to think he’s my daddy. Your just as controlling as Ossa with that alpha male bullshit. How do you know we can work?”

Ariz kissed the side of her neck as he slid his hands up her back. Masami pulled back enough to see her name still swollen on the side of his neck and she smiled. Those edibles had to be extremely strong because they’d had a time off those bitches.

“When the vibe is right and the respect you have for each other is real you become better together. I don’t want you to change but if we gonna try to see what we can be naturally we will both change for the better. Cause shit if we change for the worse then yeah, we gotta wrap it up. I’ma chill nigga. I’m on my way to making millions and minding my fucking business. If I get out of character then I remove the people from my life that took me there. You not that person though so stop with the what if’s. You already know I’m not letting my damn wife walk away that easily,” he replied half joking on the last part.

Masami felt his thick manhood as she adjusted herself on his lap all smiles.

“You know they say the Toussaint women are crazy ass bitches,” she smirked telling him what the high school and college men whispered about them.

Ariz head jerked back like she offended him.

“Crazy bitches? Nah, they just got y’all misunderstood,” he replied, gripping her ass as she laughed.

Hours later after eating and agreeing to go back to Detroit with Ariz for a few weeks Masami rested on her back as he played in her wetness. Slowly with deep, meaningful strokes Ariz took Masami to a place that she had never been. Her body was covered with sweat as she peered up at him.

“You’re the second person I’ve ever been with, and this feels so different. It’s like beautiful torture,” she admitted, her stomach cramping up as a powerful orgasm was approaching.

Ariz leaned down and brushed his lips against hers before hiking her legs up higher. Masami wrapped them around him tightly as he started to pump faster. She stared at his handsome face, taking in his smooth, umber-toned skin and heavily slanted brown eyes with fervor. For the moment, this was her fine ass husband, and she was going to savor every bit of it. Yes, the family needed order, needed to be restored to its rightful place in the mafia—but that could wait. For once, Masami was putting her happiness above her family’s. It was both frightening and exhilarating at the same time.

“The last one,” Ariz grumbled kissing her cheek softly. Masami’s back arched as her body started to shiver beneath him. His dick was grooming her pussy the way his words was grooming her mind. Bending and molding it to accommodate him because he was a bully ass nigga like that. Taking what he wanted with ease. “This my pussy now and I don’t ever wanna hear about the other nigga that was in it. It belongs to me, and you do too. Tell me you do and say that shit right or I’ma bend you over and have you walking with a cane for the rest of the week,” he demanded.

Masami’s mouth fell open as her pleasure exploded all over her body. Her almond shaped red nails scraped Ariz’s sweaty back drawing blood as she cried out in pleasure.

“It’s yours! This pussy is yours and I am too!” she yelled like she was calling for help and needed the people on the first floor to come get her.

“Nah, I ‘on’t believe you,” Ariz grumbled leaning down to lick on her nipples. It was something about the way he sucked on her nipple that told Masami he wasn’t playing with her and that he was there to stay. Ariz seemed to know her body better than she did as he sucked on it for dear life making her body quake beneath him.

“My goodness,” she whimpered feeling a pleasure she had never experienced before.

Ariz teeth started to gently bite her nipples as he fucked her harder. Pounding her pussy in a way that made it fart with pleasure and Masami shuddered.

“Who the fuck you belong to, Masami? Whose pussy is this?” he asked again.

The pleasure made Masami’s eyes widen in pleasure. She worked her hips hard chasing another orgasm as Ariz bit her nipples. It wasn’t in a scary way that inflicted pain but with just enough pressure to make her pussy leak for him. His free hand slid under them, and his index finger started to gently probe at her anal hole making her release even more intensified. When his finger slid in Masami felt her eye twitch. She had never felt pleasure like that before. Shit never knew it existed until him.

“Oh shit!” she whimpered as her leg jerked. “Me and my pussy belong to Ariz! It belongs to Ariz Montana! He’s a Sagittarius, a good kisser and I ain’t never leaving him alone! Fuck what anybody gotta say about it!” she screamed calling his first and middle name out like she was a fan in the crowd watching him on stage. Her throat was sore from the yelling as Ariz flapped his tongue over her nipple while slowing down his strokes.

“Damn,” Ariz grunted releasing into Masami’s tight sex. “Ain’t nobody coming between this,” he swore before throwing his tongue into her mouth passionately.