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henneseyhoe · 4 months

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Milk Marie

Unique x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: unprotected seggs(wrap before you tap!), dirty talk, after care, soft(ish)!Unique, pussy whipped!Unique, kinda short, das it(I think)

SUMMARY: Unique figures if he can’t get over her, he’ll get under her instead.

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Girl, I want everything that come with you. Even if you got stretch marks and even two children. I can’t blame you, girl.

It seemed like he always ended back up here. Right here. In this bed. With this woman. Wrapped up in her sheets with his hands touching all the parts only the luckiest of men got the pleasure of even seeing. He swore they were meant to be, and she almost thought so too. He treated her so well, like the beauty she was, and she couldn’t be more grateful.

They had known each other since the sandbox, his mother always offering to watch her while her mother was at work and since that first time they met, they were connected at the hip.

No matter if they fell out and swore to stop fuckin’ with each other, they always ended right back together. No matter how many times she attempted to leave, he’d just find her again.

He hoped by the last time she left he’d be too tired of her bullshit to follow after her, but he was more resilient than he thought, and withdrawals are a muthafucka. Now he knows how the people he serves feel.

That first taste he had of her? It was like a babies first lick of sugar, addiction waiting to happen. The first time he came was like floating in outer space with no destination or desire to be anywhere else. And as ironic as it was, she looked innocent on her knees for him.

Her mouth worked its way down on him until the tip of her nose touched his stomach and her eyes began to water, her throat capturing his entire length. With no problem, she bobbed her head up and down on him, her mouth so sloppy that spit escaped from her lips and trailed down to his balls, making him shudder.

She took her hand and began spreading the spit around his heavy sack, massaging as she felt him throb in her mouth, the taste of precum already being prevalent on her tongue. He occupies his hands and digs his fingers into the couch cushions, knowing that she would stop and he’d be fucked if he reached for her freshly done silk press that was wrapped in a silk scarf, secure for those rough times.

Flashes of white appeared behind his eyes like stars as that familiar pull in the bottom of his stomach appeared once again, a warm sense of feeling covering his body as he came down her throat for the first time in months since he found out where she had been hiding. Which just ended up being her childhood home in the city over.

It took unique all but a mere few seconds to recover before he was pulling her up from her knees and into his strong hold, giving her that kiss of death before he got to doing his own damage. As he stood from the couch with no care about the jeans and belt still around his thighs, their tongues danced together in sync. Unique could taste every bit of both of them on her tongue, but he was never one to fuss about kissing after head if it was with her. He welcomed it if anything.

Tossing her body onto the bed, he takes a second to admire how the room hadn’t changed one bit since she became an adult. A doll house sat in the corner with dolls still inside, a memory of the last time she had played with them. Teddy bears that had eventually fallen off the bed when she was sat. Pink walls with brown, white, and gold for the future. A color pallet reminding him of something else in particular.

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“Nique~” She moaned sweetly, her hands gripping the sheets underneath her as the man above her pushed his hips onto her ass, his piece sinking into her ever so slowly. The stretch was always the same, the thickness of him leaving a burning sensation at her entrance the more he pushed into her, but it only stayed for a few seconds as she adjusted to his size, which was nothing average.

The thrusts were sensual and loving until he leans up off of her and pulls out just a bit further than usual, giving her the room to pull her ass up in the air and put a perfect arch in her back. She began bouncing herself back onto him, gaining speed and momentum as he meets her ass with his hips.

“Oh fuck..” He groans quietly.

His eyes were trained on the motions of her soft skin jiggling with every collide of their bodies. His thrusts only got harder from there, segments of moans falling from the girls lips. He didn’t even have to tell her how wet she was, the squelching sounds erupting from where they connected told her all she needed to know.

Switching the angle of his thrusts, he places one knee onto the bed and leans into her, his hands placed in the middle of her back just to make sure she wouldn’t be able to run from the lethal position. And running, she did not do, couldn’t do because of how he was holding her. Suddenly the bed dipped under them both with the strong force of his thrust making her collapse on her stomach, leaving the girl breathless after calling out to the highest one she worshipped.

“You feel that, baby? I’m in it?” He asks with his breathing unsteady, his balls tightening and her toes curling.

“Yes, Nique!”

She was in shambles trying to keep up with him. She could feel the tip of his dick pressing against her g spot, constantly slamming into it like a button, like he’d get some kind of prize if he pushed it correctly. He fucked her so hard, sweet compliments being the only things that contradicted the rough strokes. She could hear the belt buckle of his pants jingling around his ankles, remembering that they had barely been undressed fully before Unique got impatient and just shoved his pants down and her nightgown up before pushing her to her knees.

As Unique continued on with damn near breaking this girls childhood bed, he thought to himself. This was the pussy that niggas killed for. The type pussy that’d have you bussing back to back without a second thought about a condom. This was the pussy he thought about on those lonely nights when she was mad at him, when he had to take matters into his own hands and desperately jerk himself off, his mouth agape and muscles flexing as he cums all over his stomach to the beautiful thought that was her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She whimpers. At this point she could feel him poking at her stomach and being pressed against the mattress helped nothing. He would probably fuck her through the cushion if he could.

“Uh-huh. Cum on this dick, Princess. Lemme feel you wet this dick up, show me how good I make this pussy feel” He spoke, punching nothing but a thick 9 inch pole into her spine. The man gave her no choice but to scream and give him exactly what he wanted, which was her release.

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Between her thighs were messy and wet, coated with a layer of white cream that was from both of them. Unique gently wiped her down with a wet towel, careful not to swipe over her sensitive clit too fast or harsh.

“Shhh—“ She hissed, her thighs almost closing in on his hand. Unique’s eyes flickered from her core up to her expression. “My bad” He simply apologized before tossing away the dirty rag in a hamper next to the bed. Laying next to her on his back, he sighs. “you gon’ learn to stop running from what you love”

She smiles, turning her head to look at the side of his face, getting a view of that nearly perfect profile. “Who says I love you, Unique?”

He smirks. “I don’t need a second opinion on a fact”

And the cycle continues…

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Woke up and remembered I forgot the taglist chile! LMFAO(some tags aren’t showing up, dk why!)

🏷️ @thatone-girly @notapradagurl7 @swavydadon @miyahmaraj @planetblaque @msinterlude @milkiboo @bloodripleygal @stevelacyballs @naj-ay444 @blackelysian @shaolyninferno

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caashmoneynae · 5 months

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POISON.

JOEY BADA$$ AS UNIQUE FROM "RAISING KANAN" x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which Unique & Jaedyn are the '90s version of the 2000s classic "Baby Boy." ✨

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"𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗕𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡' 𝗨𝗣 𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗡' 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗘𝗙𝗧 𝗠𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔𝗟𝗠𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗔 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧." Jaedyn mugged, looking behind the couch and watching Unique scan the refrigerator, as Unique secretly rolled his eyes and grabbed a bottle of water.

"you actin' like you was gon' die cause i left you, Jae'," Unique retorted, closing the fridge, "i had to handle my bid'ness, i was gon' come back."

"yeah, after three months of runnin' the streets with Worrell doin' i don't know what." Jaedyn mumbled under her breath, yet Unique heard her loud and clear as he sipped on his water.

"Jaedyn, don't start this shit again. you knew what it was when you met me." Unique warned, swallowing his gulp of water, as he twisted the lid back onto the bottle and Jaedyn scoffed before looking back at him.

Jaedyn and Unique were as toxic as you could imagine. they always claimed they were done with each other and somehow ended up back in each other's embrace. their good times didn't last long, however, because Jaedyn would always argue with him about little things he did that'd get under her skin, like him staying out for several days because he was too caught up in his street shit.

"Kadeem, you so full of shit. when i met you, you only stayed out until around 1 or 2 o'clock in the mornin'. and i was fine with that 'cause i knew you had shit to do. but lately, you been comin' home days later, and i'm not fuckin' with it," Jaedyn spat as she raised onto her knees and rested her arms against the back of the couch, "you been fucking around, huh?"

"you know damn well i ain't been fuckin' nobody." Unique mugged, looking at her with furrowed brows.

"let me smell ya dick." Jaedyn blurted out, crossing her arms, as Unique scoffed and shook his head.

"gone with that bullshit, yo. that's childish as hell." Unique dismissed as Jaedyn laughed humorously and got up from the couch.

"nah, nigga, let me smell it! you been gone for the past few days and think you can just come in here like shit sweet?! ain't a damn thing in this bitch sweet!" Jaedyn exclaimed, storming into the kitchen, "drop them drawls and let me smell it, Kadeem, i'm not fuckin' playin'."

"and you think i am? i ain't droppin' shit, you overreactin' like a muh'fucka', yo." Unique defended, looking down at the woman, as Jaedyn looked up at him and narrowed her eyes at him, looking him up and down before scoffing.

"you know what... nigga, i hate you. i hate you so fuckin' much," Jaedyn scoffed, shaking her head, as she walked away from him, "you one selfish and egotistical ass nigga, K."

"yeah, i hear it a lot, shorty." Unique shrugged nonchalantly as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked towards the front door, opening it and attempting to slam it behind him but Jaedyn stopped him.

"oh, you 'bout to go fuck that bitch, huh?! that's where you goin'?! you just gon' walk out when i'm talkin' to you?!" Jaedyn purposely shouted, gaining the attention of bystanders that were either driving or on the sidewalk, "whatever, nigga, i don't need you to be here! i'm tired of sittin' up in this house not havin' a man next to me when i want 'cause he'd rather be runnin' the streets with his niggas! ooh, i hate you!"

"Jaedyn, take yo' ass back in the house or i swear to God, i'ma hurt you." Unique demanded lowly, his jaw clenching, as he reached into the pocket of his fur coat and pulled out his car keys before Jaedyn quickly snatched them from his grasp and stuffed them in the pocket of her sweatpants.

"no, fuck all'at! i hate you, 'Nique! i fuckin' hate you, i swear to God!" Jaedyn hollered, pushing his forehead with two of her fingers, as Unique grabbed her wrist with one hand and grabbed her throat with the other, making her grip his wrist while her jaw clenched.

"i hate yo' ass too, Jae'. there, i said it. you happy now, yo? now take yo' ass back in the house, stop embarrassin' yo'self in front of all these muh'fuckas', and give me my fuckin' keys." Unique growled as he aggressively let her go and Jaedyn scoffed before pushing him, causing him to stumble slightly but not drastically.

"fuck you, these motherfuckas', and these keys, nigga, you ain't goin' nowhere!" Jaedyn retorted, taking the keys out of her pocket, as she slightly turned around and threw them through the open front door, watching them land on the floor.

"see, why you always gotta' show yo' ass in public, Jae'?! you think this shit cute?!" Unique exclaimed, his brows furrowing, as Jaedyn stepped closer to him and her eyes slightly narrowed at him.

"nigga— fuck you, 'Nique! fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" Jaedyn yelled, jabbing her index finger into his clothed chest with every "fuck" that left her melanated lips.

"fuck you too, yo! you ain't gon' be satisfied 'til i shut you up my damn self." Unique warned menacingly, as Jaedyn smacked her lips and rolled her eyes, laughing in amusement.

"fuck you, nigga, you ain't gon' shit!"

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"oh, f-fuck! yesssss, don't stop! ooh, d-don't stopppp!" Jaedyn cried, her brows furrowing, as she balled up the sheets in her hands and felt an aggressive tug on her hair, her back now against Unique's broad chest while her eyes rolled back into her head.

"you still hate me, shorty? huh?" Unique growled in her ear, letting go of her hair and wrapping his hand around her neck, as he roughly squeezed the sides of it and harshly smacked her ass, making a loud moan fall from Jaedyn's lips while her ass stung from his slap.

"n-no! no, Daddy, i-i swear i don't hate youuuu!" Jaedyn moaned loudly, throwing her head back against his shoulder, as soft kisses were placed on the side of her face and her earlobe and one of her hands let go of the sheets to tightly grip her man's wrist.

"tell me you love me, mama. tell Daddy you love him." Unique smirked smugly against the side of her face, gently tugging at her earlobe with his teeth, as Jaedyn squealed loudly and her lips sat ajar, her nails slightly digging into Unique's wrist while she succumbed to his pleasure.

"ooh, i love you! f-fuck, i love you so much, Kadeem!"

❝ KNOW YOU RIDE IT RIGHT. I MIGHT JUST DIE TONIGHT. BUT YOU KNOW I'M STILL COMIN' THROUGH, BABY. ❞

"you know these other bitches can't top you, mama. so why you actin' like that, yo? hm?" Unique cooed into her ear, his hips gyrating into hers, as Jaedyn whimpered feebly in response and her brows furrowed, "you know i be busy and i be out late, but you know i'ma always come back home to you, baby."

"i-i know, Daddy... i knowwww..." Jaedyn whined, a stray tear rolling down her cheek, as her vision faltered and her eyes rolled back, a broken moan falling from her lips at feeling Unique's tip jab into her spot.

"so, why you actin' crazy, shorty? why you showin' out like that?" Unique mumbled in her ear, his unoccupied hand caressing her side, as Jaedyn's body tingled from his touch and her hips slightly jolted in his arms, "you missed me, huh, baby?"

"y-yesssss! yes! i-i missed you so muchhh!" Jaedyn cried as her thighs began to tremble and her jaw dropped, "ooooh, i'm 'bout to cum! i'm 'bout to cummmm!"

❝ I KNOW IT'S BAD FOR ME. AND YOU KNOW IT TASTES SO SWEET. I THINK I NEED YOUR ABUSE, BABY. ❞

"y-yes! oh, my God, you feel so good!" Jaedyn moaned loudly, her arms wrapping around his neck, as she bounced up and down hastily on Unique's lap and her head flew back, her silk-pressed hair beginning to frizz up due to sweat and the humidity in the room.

"this pussy so fuckin' good, yo," Unique groaned, his brows lightly furrowing, as he bit down on his lip and his grills glistened under the light in the room, "and you think them bitches could top this... can't nobody top you, you heard? the shit that you do for me is somethin' that can't be replicated, mama. i ain't goin' nowhere, girl. and neitha' are you, you heard?"

"i ain't goin' nowhere... i ain't goin' nowhere..." Jaedyn panted breathlessly, feeling his arms wrap around her torso tightly, as Unique matched the pace of her hips and began to thrust aggressively from underneath her, "oh, fuck! o-oh, m-my— f-fuck, you're so biggggg!"

❝ GIRL, YOU DO DAMAGE TO ME. KNOW I LOVE IT, YEAH, I LOVE YOU. AIN'T NOTHING BETTER FOR ME NOW. ❞

"yeah? you feel me, shorty?" Unique cooed, smirking, as he looked up at her and watched her nod her head vigorously, "tell me what'chu feel, baby."

"i-i feel Daddy's dick!" Jaedyn cried, her nails digging into his shoulders, as she threw her head back for a second time and her brows furrowed, making a smirk spread across Unique's face while he kissed her neck and collarbone.

"you love Daddy's dick, princess? hm?" Unique smirked, smacking and gripping her asscheeks, as tears of pleasure began falling down Jaedyn's face and she let out a sob.

"i-i love Daddy's dickkkk!" Jaedyn sobbed, holding onto Unique tightly, as her legs began to tremble for a second time and a loud whine fell from her lips.

❝ GIRL, YOU DO DAMAGE TO ME. KNOW I LOVE IT, YEAH, I LOVE YOU. AIN'T NOTHING BETTER FOR ME NOW... ❞

Jaedyn and Unique engaged in a sloppy and lustful lip-lock as both of her legs rested on his shoulders, his body weight on top of hers while her knees rested against her shoulders. she cupped his face in her hands and held his face close to hers as their heavy breathing filled the kiss while their tongues wrestled passionately, occasional moans and groans filling the kiss while the bed rocked underneath them.

they might've been toxic but the sex was what kept them coming back. no other man could put it down like Unique and no other woman had good coochie like Jaedyn. the sex pulled them back to each other every time, and no matter the circumstance, they'd always find their way back to each other.

pulling away from the kiss, their foreheads rested against each other's as Unique bit down on his bottom lip and breathy moans left Jaedyn's ajar lips, her brows furrowing while her finger gently slid through the gold hoop in his ear.

"i-i love you, Kadeem..." Jaedyn breathily whimpered, looking up at the man, as Unique slightly smiled and gently pecked the woman on the lips.

"i love you more, Jae'."

❝ ...THAN YOUR POISON, BABE. ❞

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louisvlos · 5 months

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Unique in Raising Kanan

#unique #raising kanan #joey bada$$

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theesirenteller · 4 months

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Domesticated | Unqiue

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After the passing of his child's mother, Kadeem Mathis better known in the streets as 'Unique or Nique'; has taken on the role of being a full-time parent. Which causes more difficulties rather than smooth sailing, A full time caregiver for his son and new home in Astoria, Queens is needed. What starts off as simply business quickly turns personal when the tender love & care of a woman warms his once hollow heart.]

RATING: 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀

DEATH had become a normal reoccurrence in Kadeem's day to day life. Oftentimes it was business more than personal. But on December 30th,1992 Kadeem's babymama, Tori was murdered. Their son Jerome was found on the snowy cold floor beside her carved up body. She'd been stabbed over twenty times and left behind the Carvel ice cream store she had previously been in. Kadeem remembered when Tori's mother called him from the hospital. Getting that type of need caused him to abruptly leave his meeting with Raquel and show up with a rapidly beating heart. His henchmen followed behind him with ansty hands that were trigger-finger ready.

Despite not being in love with Tori, he still had a great amount of love and respect for her purely for gifting him Jerome. No child deserved to be motherless and Jerome wasn't even a year old. He never got to properly meet her, know her. He was freshly four months old. Four months old and in the hospital fighting an Pneumonia. Tears glazed his eyes as he watched his son from the incubator. As soon as his mother,Sheronda, arrived at the hospital, he felt secure enough to leave and handle Tori's murderers. And nothing surprised him more than to find out she'd been killed because of her own actions and not because of him. Kadeem learned that Tori had punched out a pregnant woman. A woman whose man she was messing with. Unfortunately for Tori, that girl had a sister from Brooklyn who ran her own gang. Nothing major, just ten girls. But those bitches were ruthless. Stone cold and colder than some men from what Worrell found out. The sadness Kadeem felt for Tori was replaced with anger.

Her hoe-antics got her killed, got her taken away from their innocent child and nearly got him killed in the process of it. Despite his anger, he still avenged her. For Jerome. It had taken less than an hour to locate them. And it took nearly two to off each and every one of them. Each woman and their innocent bystanders had gotten a face full of bullets. It was Christmas and Kadeem was feeling generous. So the man that Tori was fooling with had gotten gunned down too. He thought of taking the man's wife's life but didn't. He left her alone. She'd been in her daughter's room, hugging her child close and he just passed her by. Her child looked a few months older than Jerome. The child shared his same complexion and despite showing no expression on his face, he felt heartbroken. After that, Kareem disassociates from his emotions and thoughts as he leaves the home. All of the events that transpired, all the lives that were lost…felt unnecessary. Unnecessary tragedies.

It'd been a month since then and being thrown into the world of being a single father to a newborn had turned Kareem's life upside down. He could manage the streets of Jamaica, Queens no problem. He was a natural born leader who had an immense amount of respect in the streets. But little Jerome had him feeling like a puppy with its tail tucked between his legs. He needed around the clock care, comfort, and affection. All that Kareem provided without fuss. It was the anxiety that kept him up at night. Anxious at the mere thought of Jerome being in harm's way. Anxious that he could kiss his son good morning and the next he could be kissing his cold dead body before a funeral. Dark thoughts plagued Kareem's mind and all he kept repeating to himself was ‘’tighten up”.

When he left Jerome with his granny, Kareem went nose deep into reconstructing his life. More private, less reckless. He sold his apartment and replaced it with a two story single-family in a nicer part of Queens, Astoria.

He made sure to collect his neighbors personal information from a tech-geek at NYU. Nothing but elderly Indians, Koreans, and a few Africans lived within his block. Mainly all retired or doctors, and some even bodega owners. He had their ss information, background checks, and even family lists with photos attached. Just in case. This was a green zone, a safer spot for Jerome. And he needed to know who moved in or out of it. Make sure nobody like him or who he dealt with had any type of reason for being in this area. On this block. He had his mother decorate the whole place and she approved of the home. She even stayed in it to care for Jerome for a few weeks.

“Kadeem, you gonna need to get a housekeeper and a babysitter, boy. I ain't sign up to be either. I'm cool with watching my baby on the weekends but I ain't raising him Hell, maybe get a in house bitch, a homebody who's eager to play step-mama. I don't know but do something.” Sheronda, his mother announced over Sunday dinner.

Kadeem stopped chewing on his Mac and cheese noodles as he proceeded what she said,” Ma, you don't think it's a lil' too early for this?” His velvety voice silked through the warm dining room. “Jerome don't need no step-mama or no strangers. He got you and he got me, that's all he needs right now. His peoples.”

His mother shook her head in disapproval, “Better sooner rather than later. All that love and affection from use comes second. That baby needs around the clock care and so does this home you bought. Just how you know love don't pay the bills, it don't keep things in line either.” She rebuttals. And her words stuck with him for the next few days despite him not giving her an answer.

His days blended together over the course of the following weeks. And he was thankful that his mother continued to care for Jerome. He had sent a list of cleaning agencies and child caregiver agencies the week before he and Raq had their meeting with Sal Boseill & his gang. Sheronda had gotten started on skimming through agencies. The sixty-five year old was tired and irritated from talking to various managers and coordinators. A lot of them had nasty attitudes and Sheronda damn sure wasn't going to have some lazy, slick-mouth maid up in her son's and grandson's home.

She soon came across the thirty-ninth agency's pamphlet, Lá Casá De La Paz (The house of peace) and what sparked her interest was the dual-care services. They had full time aides who did house sitting and personal care elderly and disabled children. They also had home cleaning services solely. Sheronda hoped that she could finesse the personal care service provider into finding some to care for a newborn who wasn't disabled. Finding a nanny on top of a house cleaned just felt like so much work. And Sheronda's patience was wearing thin.

“Hola, Bienvenida a la casa de la paz, habla María, ¿en qué puedo ayudarle?” The woman on the other side of the phone line greeted Sheronda with a heavy spanish-accent.

“Um, I'm sorry I don't speak Spanish. Do you have anyone that speaks English, Maria?” Sheronda replied.

“Yes, Un minuto por favor.” The woman said before a beeping sound was heard and another voice answered, “Hello, this is Jasmine speaking, how may I help you.”

“Hey Jasmine, my name is Sheronda and I am interested in your dual-care services. I need both personal care and house cleaning services. But, not for me. For my son and grandson…” She then went on to explain her family's situation. And by the end of their two-hour long phone call, a payment plan and a list of caregivers for interviews were listed and scheduled to meet with Kareem. Things were more costly for the family than the average client due to their unique situation. No one needed to get approved by insurance. It was all independent contracting which meant cold cash and a notary contract had been set in place.

Michel'le sat in the bedroom-sized break room of Lá Casá De La Paz eating her lunch after coming to base after a long shift. She ate her plantains, rice and beans quietly in a corner seat, facing the wall. She drowned out the chair-chatter of the middle-aged caregivers who gossiped amongst themselves in Spanish with her headphones. Her cd sat in her waist belt around her waist as Brenda Lee's passion-filled song Emotions played. Her short-chubby legs spun back and forth underneath the chair as she quietly hummed along. A hand roughly rubbing against her shoulder caused her wide-eyed daydreaming gaze to break and her head to snap back. Galinda, one of her coworker’s lips moved and her head nodded to the door. Michel'le could feel the dampness of Gaildna's sweaty hand sink into the cotton fabric of her turtleneck. Michel'le quickly shoved the woman's hand off her and got up from her seat. The metal chair screeched loudly against the cool floor tiles as she rose and rushed out the room.

The music stopped and her earphones now sat loosely around her neck as she made her way to the coordinator's office. More work was exactly what she expected. Michel'le was the youngest in the staff so the patients that the other women refused or didn't show up for; Michel'le stepped in for. A bonus was that despite being an immigrant from Puerto Rico, she knew English fluently while the majority of the staff didn't care to learn. She was currently twenty-four years old despite looking fifteen in the face. Her body, her full figure of large teardrop-shaped breasts, chubby arms, plum oval-shaped thighs, and a large low-hung round fatty-rear that looked as if it should've belonged to a milf with some kids and more than a few sexual encounters under her belt should've had; was what made her look her age if not an age range close to it.

She strolled into Jasmine's office to see the umber-brown Dominican coordinator seated behind her chalky-white desk as usual, dressed in gray and black scrubs.

“Michel'le, Hey, have a seat.” Jasmine greeted as her dark brown eyes settled on the timid-standing young woman at the door.

Michel'le did quietly as told and folded her hands tightly together in her lap as she awaited to hear what she was here for.

“I've got a better position for you. Something long term. Uh-how do you say…longer contract. Off the books for the most part.” Jasmine started off before further explaining,”There's a family located in Queens, The Astoria area so it's a pretty good spot. The pay is very good, a thousand for you a week plus room & board. They want someone to be an in house nanny. Take care of an infant who's around five or six months old, clean the house, make three meals a day. I suggested you for the job along with Sonya, Eva, and Carmella. They have another agency with four other women coming.” Jasmine read over the details before looking directly at Michel'le and sighed.

“Honestly? Nena I want better for you. You're like a daughter to me and cleaning up shit, blood, and whatever else isn't what your life should be. You're a quiet girl, Un Nena Muy Buena (a very good girl) and esoy brujas (old hags) take advantage of that. This could be a start to better employment. Change isn't always bad.” Jasmine was the only one Michel'le shared more than two words with and held eye contact with. Jasmine knew the girl was very timid and a bit of a scardy cat, easily shaken up. And she wanted better for her.

Michel'le dug her tooth into the side of the gums of her lower lip as her nails dug into her palm. Small beads of sweat began to pebble underneath her arms and underneath her breasts. Change? She avoided that like the plague. But, this didn't sound bad. And it appeared that she'd be alone most of the time or in the company of the infant. ‘An infant. A small human.’ she thought to herself mentally. She'd never been around children before, let alone a baby. She didn't have much knowledge about them outside of a few antonym and childcare books she'd read at one of her client's homes.

“I don't know how to care for a child, Jasmine.” She finally spoke up. Spoken an octave above a whisper. Her voice sounded similar to her namesake, the r&b singer Michel'le. Not exactly but similar with its child-like quality, only Michel'le Ramirez was more airy. Her words left her mouth sounding like harmonious ad-libs.She spoke as though she never raised her voice in her life. And she hadn't. Ever.

“You’vee taken care of bed-ridden 80 and 90 year olds. Babies are much easier than that and they don't have slick mouths.” Jasmine dismissed, “You've got this.” She reassured her with a smile.

Saturday, January 28th came quicker than Michel'le expected. Jasmine has given her an address and interview time weeks prior. Morty's Dinner, located in the Hillside area of Jamaica, Queens was where the interviews were being conducted and 10 a.m. was her specific interview time. Michel’le arrived an hour earlier to the area due to wanting to avoid the unpredictable timing of the city's trains. Michel'le lingered around the park nearby for a bit. She was familiar with the area. She'd been to every borough because of her job. The weather was cold. A dry cold that would sting one's bones and redden their noses. She wore a white thermal turtleneck with an ankle-length indigo-blue denim dress, with her thermal long-sleeved long johns underneath. Wool socks covered her feet with four-trimmed rubber black anti-slip boots on her feet. An ankle-length Heather gray wool-trench coat covered her short frame like a blanket along with a crochet beanie that covered her head.

Her wide-eyed gaze swept across the cooped up street corners that were filled with various dope dealers and their clientele. She walked quickly to not bring an ounce of attention to herself. It was a five minute walk to the mom&pop diner she was sent to. Arriving inside the warm, breakfast food scented restaurant at exactly 9:58. She looked around for a man who fit the description of her portfolio. Mr.Mavis was described as a twenty-eight year old dark-skinned black male who would be seated at the last table on the third row. She didn't get a chance to get a full look around because she was harshly bumped into by none other than one of her co-workers, Sonya.

“Cabrón” (bastard) Sonya cussed under her breath as she bypassed Michel'le.

Michel'le squeezed at the leather strap of her purse and glared in Sonya's direction before shifting her eyes to the direction that the co-worker had come from. There he sat. And he wasn't anything that she expected. He was far more. The man across the way had the most vibrant shade of rich-sienna brown skin that looked like fine bourbon-colored mulberry silk. His luxurious attire of a gray colored animal-fur coat and black turtleneck hugged his neck perfectly made him look-like royalty. Sure, his clothes screamed money. But he sat in them with a certain type of class that made him look effortless. He wore the clothes, they didn't wear him. Even the gaunty large gold chain around his neck didn't appear tacky.

Kadeem felt someone staring at him. He felt the gaze from across the room and his eyes settled on, what to him looked like a little girl. She was very short. No more than than five feet tall and that long ass coat she had on was swallowing her up. She made her way towards his direction as his henchmen sat at the booth in front of him. Kadeem and Michel'le stared directly into each other's eyes. But both of them had different gazes. She looked startled and memeriezed while he looked curious.

“Oh hell naw, these niggas runnin' sweat shops too? Send'n youngin's n shit?” One of his men commented a little too loudly as Michel'le approached Kadeem.

She was confident he was the leader, the employer. His presence gave off this type ’je ne sais quoi’ that demanded respect and reciprocated it. His head was held high. Up close his chiseled, almost-angelic Nubian features made the back of neck grow sweaty and her palms grow clammy. His beauty was merely intimidating. “Excuse me, are you Mr Marvis?” Her squeaky tone convinced Kadeem that she indeed was a kid.

Kadeem looked her over before slowly nodding his head, “Sup, babygirl. What can I do for you?” Geez, His voice was as smooth as melted butter glazing toast. It had a subtle rasp to it but held a deep octave that sang off his lips like a Barry white song, “Call me Nique by the way,” he corrected.

“Mr.Nique…” his name sounded sweet like honey coming from her lips, “I'm Michel'le Ramirez, The agency; Lá Casá De La Paz sent me. 10:00 a.m. sharp.” Her words started off shaky but grew more firm towards the end of her informal sentence. Her accent was thicker with some words rather than others.

“Right…right. Have a seat, let Worrell get your coat,” Kadeem nudged his chin up and as if on cue, a light-skinned male in an oversized brown bomber with a low Afro had stood up and extended his arms out to take her coat.

“Oh…um…thank you.” She muttered out quickly as she briefly made eye-contact with the man as she removed her coat.

A dog was a dog and a man was a man. Nique's men and himself included had drank in her body with their eyes. Lustful looks passed across their eyes unt she sat down. Kadeem had taken notice of how Michel'le dug her fingernails into the palm of her hand. So tight that her knuckles turned white. He then sent a sharp look forward that caused his four henchmen to turn around in their seats and face forward, “Why don't y'all niggas go take a walk or sum; go get air sum air.” It didn't sound like a suggestion to Michel'le. And given the fact that they all got up and began making their way outside let her know that it wasn't.

Michel'le proceeded to remove her crochet beanie hat. Her naturally curly hair was wavy today, her short choppy bangs sat a few inches above her eyebrows. Her hair fell to the top of her shoulders Now. It was Kadeem's turn to view her through the lense she viewed him in. Kadeem was met with raw beauty. Now that he could fully see her without the coat and hat covering her up, he got a chance to see the full picture. She clearly was no kid. Maybe seventeen if he was guessing her being younger than what the profilio he has yet to read would say. And if she was that young, well he had no reason to employ her. He admired her heart-shaped outward pouty lips, taking notice of how much fuller her bottom lip was versus her top lip. He also likes her flawless ochre-brown skin, the center of the cheeks of her babyish face were a shade of coral that reminded of peaches. Most of all, he loved her big, brown eyes. He had watched Bambi a few times with Jerome and oddly enough, Michel'le reminded him of faline. Her eye shape and her gaze. She was beautiful besides her janky ass bangs and denim dress that was too long in his opinion.

“Would you like some breakfast? Get whateva you want, on me.” He offered with a heavy NYC accent and reassurance that didn't have to worry about the bill.

“Oh…um sure, thanks.” The coral tint on her cheeks deepened as she pushed her hair behind her ears, “Are you gonna get anything? It…um…might be awkward for me to just sit and eat in your face.”

She made him crack a chuckle. A chuckle that sounded like the melodical roar of the engine of a mustang. Deep and smooth. The vibrations of his chuckle bounced off her skin and left goosebumps behind, “I can eat.” He agreed.

Michel'le’s shoulders dropped in relief and she nodded her head, “Cool, thank you.” She then proceeded to open the plastic menu book and skim through it. Kadeem found her awkwardness cute. Different from the woman he dealt with daily or came across.

The waitress had come over to their table and both ordered the breakfast special which included, scrambled eggs, two sausage links, hash browns,a coffee and a slice of apple pie or a stack of pancakes. Kadeem chose pancakes while Michel'le chose apple pie.

“So, why you want the job?” Kadeem asked as soon as the waitress was out of ear shot.

“Well um-”

“Yo, excuse me but you mind looking me in my eyes when you speak to me, baby girl,” Kadeem cut in.

Her blush spread up to the corners of her ears now. Her face grew hot as she moved her gaze from the menu to his eyes. Her mouth suddenly started to feel dry, “I'm sorry, it's a force of habit.” Michel'le quickly apologized with a slight stutter.

“It's all good.” He assured her with a nod, folding his gold-ring covered fingers together as he leaned forward, Kadeem smiled at her with a smile that made her feel at ease. He had a smile that could open the gates of heaven, “So, tell me why you want the job.”

The softness within his eyes made her feel relaxed and more comfortable to open up, “Well, it sounds nice.” She started off with a smile slowly creasing the corners of her lips, “I mean it sounds like light work compared to what I'm used to. I'm good at tranquility, and I want the job because I like spaces that are peaceful and you want a peaceful home. I can provide that.“

The pair shared a lingering look and for Michel'le this was rare. She couldn't bring herself to look elsewhere. The subtle smile on his lips that was slowly turning to a smirk,

“You real sweet Michel'le.” he said casually just as the waitress brought over their food. His type of casualness made her speechless. Unable to respond because she hadn't come across someone like him before. His cool, calm, and calculated demeanor made her feel so frantic and feral on the inside.

The pair mutually and inaudibly graced each other with the respect of silence to enjoy their food while it was hot. The chimed medley of forks clicking against porcelain plates was what could be heard for a good ten to fifteen minutes. Every so often their eyes would meet and Michel'le would be the first to look elsewhere in a bashful manner. Tapping her mouth to clean off any crumbles of food, she proceeded to ask about his son, “What's your baby's name? The profilio didn't give his name, sorry. Just that he's an infant boy.” she nibbled at the side of her lip as asked further, “what's he like?”

The authentic smile of happiness that formed across Kadeem's face at the mention of his son, “My boy's name is Jerome.” The smile on Kadeem's face brightened up the whole room in Michel'le’’s eyes. It was sweet to see.”He's beautiful, real beautiful. The moment we met, I looked into his eyes and just saw an angel. My biggest blessing fo’real.” He could really rant about how great his baby boy was all day, but instead he took out his leather wallet and pulled out a credit card sized photo of the boy. Michel'le moved her plate aside and leaned over the table to get a closer look, Kadeem caught a whiff of her perfume. She smelt like peppermint and vanilla buttercream frosting. An unexpected mixture but he was digging it.

“He looks just like you,” she smiled as she further looked at the photo, “You're right. He's beautiful. I like his eyes, they're pretty.”

“Preciate’ that babygirl, he's my mini me fo'real.” Kadeem replied before he pushed his plate aside and opened the portfolio given to him by her agency. A few things on it made one of his eyebrows raise, “You twenty-four? I woulda guessed seventeen.” He commented aloud as he read, “From Culbra, Puerto Rico, hm? It says you only been in the states eight months, ya English is real crystal clear tho…” he nodded in approval before flipping to client forms.

“Thanks, uh I spoke English back home. It was taught in grade school as a secondary language. Tourism jobs helped me be more fluent too, I guess.” Michel'le shared quietly as she slid over her plate of apple pie. Kadeem nodded his head but didn't utter a word due to focusing on reading over her patient performance biweekly reports.

*You ever taken care of a child before? Cause all I'm seeing here is a whole lotta old niggas here on they last days.” Kadeem began to wonder why his mother went to an agency who specialized in the elderly and not children. His son nor him needed AARP or a bedpan. “No disrespect, sweetheart. I mean I'm sure that them niggas is more of a handful than Jerome.” He quickly added on.

He looked her directly in her eyes as he awaited an answer and despite Michel’le wanting the job, she wasn't going to lie. “No I haven't. Ever.” She admitted with a firm tone. The first one that bothered to appear in the midst of their conversation. She managed to push past her stutter and nervousness to give a solid answer without feeling defeated.

Kadeem sent a head nod her way as he ran his tongue across his bottom lip. “Ain't much of a problem.” His attention shifted behind her as his henchmen decided to make their way back inside the diner and walk past his & michel'le's table just as he asked, “You know how to cook? Not no hospital patient food, I mean do you know to rock them pots, babygirl.”

“She sholl ain't get that muthfuckin' thick eatin' no

rabbit food.” One of his henchmen muttered underneath his breath as he passed Kadeem. None other than Tez-G. Kadeem shot him a look that could only be read as ‘If I wasn't busy I'd punch you in the fucking mouth’

Luckily, He said it closer to Kadeem than Michel'le because by the looks of it, she didn't appear to hear. The girl was with her head down, silently eating her pie as she contemplated her answer.

“Well, that's uh…a matter of opinion… isn't it?” She replied awkwardly as she fiddled with her fork, “ I think I cook fairly well. I cook for myself only what I've been taught by my mother and her mother. But um, it's not about me. It's about you, serving you what you like.” She clarified before placing a forkful of apple pie in her mouth.

'Serve you' Kadeem liked the sound of that. It fed his king mentality and ego.

“Word.” He smirked.

The remainder of their time lasted ten minutes, when their breakfast desserts were finished, Kadeem stuck his hand out, “Preciate’ you choppin it up wit me, Michel'le.”

As she reached her hand out to shake his,the way he said her name made her feel scatterbrained. Sure, she thought she had a decent name. Michel'le didn't have a problem with it but the way kadeem said it made it sound pretty, Or maybe if only sounded pretty coming from his mouth. Michel'le wasn't able to get in a second thought because he had kissed her knuckles instead of shaking her hand and she wasn't expecting that at all.

“I'll be in touch.” The words that spilled from his heart-shaped lips went in one ear and out the other because she still was hung up on the fact that he kissed her hand. The softness of his lips reminded her of the softness of marshmallows.

“O-okay.” The care attendant managed to squeak out. A wobbly, goofball smile sat heavy on her pouty lips, “Thanks for breakfast.” She rushed out the words with a mousy tone as her anxiety flared up when she stood up. She needed to get up and go before embarrassing herself (further) by talking too fast or stuttering too badly. Her mind was in overstimulation mode. Which was a rare occurrence for a woman like her who walked with a high sense of numbness to any and everything around her.

She swiftly waved goodbye with her hand moving frantically. Kadeem had just sat there with a smirk of amusement laid across his lips as he sent her a head nod. He definitely has his fun subtly messing with her. Michel'le was easy to read in his opinion.Her genuineness was displayed within her eyes. He watched as she rushed out of the diner with her coat and beanie in hand.

Kadeem's attitude during the duration of her interview was the nicest he had been in the last few months. Even before his baby mother's passing, he'd been hard and cut throat. Raq was moving shady and he was smoking her out one flame at a time. Also, he cut corners in his crew, discarding rats and bringing those who showed ‘’loyalty’ at the levels of survival of the fittest. This was war and he needed the strongest soldiers lined up behind him.

“Nique what you did that got that girl running out like a church mouse?” Worrell joked as he slid into the seat that Michel'le once sat in.

“Just being friendly.” Kadeem chastised with a smirk.

“Yeah, be a lil mo friendly and she might go into cardiac arrest or some shit. She got a real bugged out look.” Worrell attempted to widen his eyes enough to get them to be as big as hers.

“You look stupid as fuck, yo. Matter fact, stop looking at me nigga, it's offensive.” Kareem mugged him with a look of annoyance. He let out a chuckle when Worrell huffed. “Come on man, back to work.” Kareem dropped a crisp hundred dollar bill on the table before he rose up from his seat.

Kareem's day blended into the night and that spilled into the early morning hour of six a.m. He'd taken the long way home to his new residence and ended up walking through his front door at 7 a.m. The aroma of Fodgers coffee beans brewing let him know his mother had gotten up and was occupying the kitchen. And after he left his shoes by the door and made his way into the kitchen, he was met with exactly what he expected. There in the center of the kitchen Sheronda was seated at the kitchen table. Her usual silk bluebonnet laid on her head, a mug of coffee in her left hand with a Newport cigarette between her fingers.

“Hey Mama.” Kadeem greeted warmly as he took a seat across from her.

A look of relief flashed across her eyes as her shoulders visibly settled down. With the life he lived, it was a blessing every time he came back in one piece, “Hey suga.” She greeted tiredly with a soft welcoming smile.

“I got some good news, well more for you than for me but still good.” Kareem grinned. And when she raised her brow and awaited his response, he continued “I may have found

a caregiver for the crib and Jerome.”

“How old is she?” Was his mother's first question. She hoped the woman in question was someone seasoned when it came to the task and at least in her late fifties. Her age range request for the agencies was fifty to sixty-five.

“Dang ma, you ain't gonna ask about her credentials first?” He teased with a chuckle.

All jokes aside, Michel'le had sixteen pages worth of up to date credentials that sparked his interest. She knew how to administer a series of medications, change wounds, use stitching to properly cover wounds, hell she cleaned immobile people from top to bottom and the patient's families said she made them feel safe and comfortable. Grown adults who were being cared for like infants,

“If she's something nice to look at I doubt you give a damn about her credentials.” his mother replied while giving him a side-eye.

Kadeem only laughed his mother off, “Man ma it ain't even like that. Plus, I think she's a nun or some shit like that. I mean…she showed up covered up from top to bottom.” Even with the information he had told her, his mother looked at him as if she didn't believe one bit of what he was saying. Kareem only chuckled as he stood up, “Look, do you wanna do the job? Because we can cancel all this.”

Sheronda kept quiet before shaking her head and taking a sip of her coffee.

“Aight then, I'm gonna go check on little man then shower.” He placed a kiss on his mother's cheek before heading upstairs.

All jokes aside, Kadeem had no interest in pursuing Michel'le in any aspect. Romantically, Sexually, etc. His main focus was getting Jerome comfortable so that he could get the kingdom he built in order and be better than ever. Outside her beauty, Michel’le wasn't his type. She was too green and damsels in distress wasn't his thing. But then again, Kadeem couldn't overlook that his taste in women was merely a product of his environment. They were predictable. He knew what they liked and how they moved. They all turned on him at some point. All snakes in the grass looking for the next with more street credibility, money, power, and anything else that was superficial. Like him.

#theesirenteller fanfic #unique raising kanan x oc #joey bada$$#raising kanan #Kadeem Mavis x ofc #theesirentellerstories #joey bada$$ fanfiction #blk!ofc #blk!plus sizeoc #black love #black girl!reader #woc poc #poc ofc #domesticated; Unqiue raising Kanan #black writers #blk writer #Kadeem 'Unqiue' Mathis x ofc

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𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 ❥ 𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖽𝖺$$ 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾.

“you don’t know babe, when you hold me and kiss me slowly, it’s the sweetest thing.”

HIS BEST PART

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐈 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒

Kadeem Mathis. the most feared man in New York. his job is to run his kingpin, make money, and protect and provide for his daughter and his daughter’s mother. but what happens when a rival kingpin starts to target the two girls he loves most?

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 !

this is a fictional book! this is purely my imagination! there will be profanity, sexual content, graphic violence, etc.

nothing is to be used from this book without my permission! all you have to do is ask and i will say yes!

this story is very loosely based on Power Book III: Raising Kanan. some characters and storylines are not apart of the show, but created by me.

preview coming soon.

#joey bada$$#urban fiction #raising kanan #power book 3 #kadeem mathis #Spotify

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#jukebox #raising kanan

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It’s honestly really sad too, considering the fact that Jukebox had so much potential out of that type of life that she and Kanan chose

#raising kanan

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I KNEW HE WASN’T FUCKING DEAD! 50 cent better not be playing with me!!😩😩

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#❣️#raising kanan

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#power book iii #raising kanan #memes

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#Raising Kanan #Patina Miller

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I need him like…yesterday.

#joey badass #˚˛ˠ𖦹thots wit hennesey🧠❀ʾˁˈˆ #raising kanan #black actors #gimme a chance PLEASE

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OTHERSIDE OF THE GAME.

JOEY BADA$$ AS UNIQUE FROM "RAISING KANAN" x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which Cyrenae is afraid that one day Unique will either be arrested or will no longer come home due to the life he lives. little does she know, her biggest fear is about to come true… ✨

❦

𝗖𝗬𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗘 scrubbed the dirty dishes in the soapy dishwater as she looked up from the sink and stared out the window in front of her, beginning to dissociate while her bottom lip absentmindedly made its way into her mouth.

(A/N: pronounced 'SIGH•RUH•NAY')

she knew being married to someone who was involved in the dope game wasn't easy, but her anxiety was starting to get the best of her the past few days. the streets seemed more tense than usual and Cyrenae's intuition immediately knew something wasn't right, but Unique hardly ever told her anything because he didn't want to worry her. despite this, she was always still worried, especially about him and his safety.

she was afraid that one night she'd get that one phone call that Unique had either been murdered or arrested, and either situation would make break her heart. whether it was to the streets or the jailhouse, Cyrenae was scared of losing him. she loved him too much to lose him, and them having a set of 3-year-old twins — one boy and one girl — didn't help her anxiety at all.

❝ WHAT YOU GONNA DO WHEN THEY COME FOR YOU? WORK AIN'T HONEST BUT IT PAYS THE BILLS. ❞

Cyrenae knew Unique was far too deep in the game to give up on it now, but she prayed for him every time he went out, practically begging God to let her husband come back home in one piece. she couldn't bare the pain of being a widow, but she definitely couldn't stand the thought of their children losing their father.

how would she explain to them what happened to their dad? how could she go to the funeral and face his casket? how would their lives go on with that missing piece of their family tree?

it was too much to think about at once, and Cyrenae hated having these thoughts because she didn't want to speak them into existence. plus, she hated to think about them, so she constantly pushed them to the back of her mind until they eventually crept back up to the front 10x stronger than before, and then she'd have no choice but to deal with them.

she just hoped that nothing bad would happen to her or her family, but because of the life Unique lived, it was practically inevitable.

❝ WHAT WE GONNA DO WHEN THEY COME FOR YOU? GAVE ME THE LIFE THAT I CAME TO LIVE. ❞

"yo, mama! where you at?" the sound of Unique's voice knocked Cyrenae out of her deep thoughts and she softly cleared her throat as she let go of her bottom lip and looked down at the sink, resuming washing the dishes while the sound of the door shutting and locking filled her eardrums.

glancing over at the clock on the microwave, it read '11:58 P.M.' in blue writing and Cyrenae let out a soft sigh in relief that he had come home safely yet again, silently thanking God under her breath before parting her lips to respond to her lover.

"i'm in the kitchen, baby," Cyrenae responded, her voice softer than normal, as she rinsed off the suds from the dish she had been scrubbing for the past few minutes and sat it in the dish rack so it'd air-dry, her ears pricking up at hearing the sound of his boots come closer to where she was while she stuck her hands back into the sink and reached for the last plate, "i put your plate in the microwave 'cause i didn't know what time you'd be home. i cooked pasta."

"why you sound like that?" Unique asked, his brows slightly furrowing at the difference in how her voice would usually sound, as Cyrenae kept her back towards her husband and scrubbed the dish in her hands, "baby, what's wrong?"

❝ DO I REALLY... WANT MY BABY? ❞

"nothin', 'Deem." Cyrenae fibbed, shaking her head, as her honey blonde mid-back length cornrows shifted with the movement of her head and she heard more footsteps before feeling a hand rest on the right side of her hip, causing her body to tingle yet relax at the same time.

"you know i can tell when you lyin' to me, Cy'. be real wit' me, shorty." Unique assured softly, looking down at her, as Cyrenae let out a low sigh and rinsed the suds off the last dish before sitting it in the dish rack, removing the stopper in the drain and letting out the dirty water in the sink.

"i'm scared, Kadeem." Cyrenae mumbled, yet Unique heard her loud and clear, as she turned the faucet on and rinsed the sink clear of leftover soap suds before squirting some soap into her hands and rubbing them together so she could wash them.

"scared of what? don't tell me Raq' and her brothers approached you on some weird shit again, Cy'—"

the word "again" left Unique's lips because Raquel and her brothers had tried to intimidate Cyrenae when they saw her at the grocery store last week. Marvin didn't say a word and Lou really didn't say much, but Raquel was practically threatening Cyrenae as if she was apart of the tension between the two, which was extremely far from the truth because Unique refused to let Cyrenae be involved in his drug operation.

Cyrenae knew being his wife would create tension between his enemies and she was okay with that, but Raquel threatening her over something that didn't even have shit to do with her made her angry. she had two kids at home, what would she look like fighting her husband's battles?

the thing is though, out of their whole family, it seemed as if Raquel was the only one who had a serious problem with her. her brothers didn't really pay attention to her — apart from Marvin flirting with her on occasions, Kanan and Famous talked to her whenever they saw her out, and Jukebox — aka Laverne — was practically her best friend.

though there was a semi-large age gap between the two — Juke being 17 and Cyrenae being 24 — they were as close as sisters. Cyrenae knew her before she met Unique, so when Cyrenae brought him up to Laverne's attention, she didn't bash her for it. she explained her family's feud with him to her and told her "you don't got nothin' to do wit' that tho', so i think you should go for it", which made Cyrenae respect her more than she already did.

unlike Kanan, Juke kept herself out of her aunt's business anyway, so she couldn't care less if Cyrenae dated him. as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered to her.

as for Raquel... that was a different story. Cyrenae didn't even know how she found out about her and Unique, but ever since she found out it was like she was trying to drag her into their drama, and Cyrenae nor Unique was going for it. even Lou told her she was wrong for it because Cyrenae didn't do anything wrong, but she completely disregarded what he had to say, claiming that the woman was a "bigger threat" and could be "plotting with Unique" to take down her business.

the constant disrespect Cyrenae took from Raquel made her realize that there was a high chance she could be attracted to Unique and that's why she was acting the way she was, but there wasn't any proof to back up her claim apart from how cruel she was to his wife. there was no telling what she was thinking or saying behind closed doors, and to be honest, Cyrenae didn't think she wanted to find out.

❝ BROTHER, TELL ME... WHAT TO DO. ❞

"mm-mm. her and her brothers ain't do nothin' to me," Cyrenae assured softly, holding her hands underneath the water spewing from the faucet, as she scrubbed her hands together and watched the soap create suds while she ran her tongue over her lips, "i'm scared for you."

her words hit Unique like a bucket of bricks and his face softened up at the woman as he watched her grab a towel to dry her hands with and she hesitantly turned to face him, locking eyes with him and alerting him that tears were sitting in her pretty brown eyes.

"i'm worried, Kadeem. somethin' don't feel right and it just feels like somebody's plottin'," Cyrenae explained, setting the towel down, as she gently cupped his face in her hands and felt his arms wrap around her waist, "the streets seem tenser than they've ever been, and i'm scared to find out why. Raq's plannin' something, baby. i just know it."

"and... i'm scared... that one day you won't come home to me," Cyrenae's voice went back to its soft tone and a stray tear slid down her brown-skinned face as she laid her head on his clothed and broad chest, "one day i won't be able to hold you anymore. one day i won't be able to kiss you anymore. one day i won't be able to tell you how much i love and appreciate everything you've done for our family... one day our kids are gonna lose their father."

❝ I KNOW YOU GOT TO GET YO' HUSTLE ON, SO I PRAY. ❞

"baby, you not gon' lose me, a'ight? you never gon' lose me. even if i die, i'll always be here with you and the kids and my spirit will live through y'all. but until then, stop talkin' 'bout death, a'ight? ain't nobody dyin', shorty." Unique assured softly, rubbing her back, as Cyrenae let out a soft sniffle and wiped a tear with the tip of her thumb, wrapping her arms around his torso while she held him close to her.

"something doesn't feel right, Kadeem. and with your jacket goin' missin', it doesn't help my overthinkin'," Cyrenae mumbled, referring to his "Unique" jacket, "they got somethin' to do with that, and i know they do."

Unique's customized "Unique" jacket suddenly vanished from the backseat of his car earlier this week, and Cyrenae hasn't been able to shake the thought of it. it didn't feel right that the jacket just randomly disappeared and nobody knew where it was. it was eerily suspicious, and Cyrenae had a feeling that Raquel and her brothers had something to do with it.

"don't worry 'bout them or that jacket, a'ight? it'll come up sooner or later. you gon' stress ya'self out more than you should tryna' figure out what they thinkin' and what they plannin'," Unique responded, kissing her forehead, as he rested his cheek against her head and the gold hoop in his ear sat against her scalp, "focus on us, a'ight? focus on you, me, and our troublesome ass twins."

❝ I UNDERSTAND THE GAME, SOMETIMES. AND I LOVE YOU STRONG, MM. BUT... ❞

cracking a smile, Cyrenae let out a soft chuckle as the two of them rocked back and forth, "they was askin' for you before i put 'em to sleep."

"yeah? what they say?" Unique chuckled, running his tongue over his lips, as he raised his head and Cyrenae raised hers as well, causing the two to make eye contact while she played with his chain.

"talkin' 'bout they wanna sleep in one of Daddy's fur coats 'cause they smell like you." Cyrenae chuckled, lightly tapping his chain with her manicured fingers, as she let out a giggle and Unique smiled at the thought of their interaction, making his heart swell with adoration while he kissed her lips.

"you better have given my babies they fur coats."

"i shol' did. you wanna see?"

walking down the hallway, Cyrenae opened the bedroom door as the couple's eyes locked on their sleeping toddlers in their small toddler beds, two of Unique's fur coats thrown over both of them while soft snores filled the room. smiles crept onto the adults' faces and they locked eyes as Unique kissed her temple and Cyrenae's smile slightly widened while she gently closed the door and let out a soft chuckle in slight disbelief.

she still couldn't believe she had a child, let alone twins. motherhood felt so surreal for her, and she was extremely grateful that she found the love of her life and was blessed with two beautiful children.

❝ WHAT YOU GONNA DO WHEN THEY COME FOR YOU? WORK AIN'T HONEST BUT IT PAYS THE BILLS. ❞

"one day i'ma tuck 'em in for you, mama. i know that gotta' be hectic as hell with they hyper asses." Unique chuckled, earning a soft laugh from Cyrenae, as the woman nodded her head and the couple walked across the hall to their bedroom.

"trust me, youn' know the half, man. i'm tellin' you, they get that hyper shit from you, baby," Cyrenae laughed, looking into her vanity mirror and checking her hair to make sure there were no flyaways, as Unique laughed and shrugged off his jacket while he made his way to his closet, "you want me to run you a bath, pa?"

"run us a bath. you know i'ma make you join me." Unique corrected, making Cyrenae playfully roll her eyes with a soft chuckle, as his eyes locked on something laying on the floor of the closet and his eyebrows furrowed while he sat his jacket down and squatted down to the level of the unknown item in his closet.

tying one of her husband's durags on her head to lay down her braids, Cyrenae was oblivious to what was happening behind her until she saw movement in the mirror she was standing in, her eyes locking on Unique who had stood up from his squatted position and seemed as if he had seen a ghost.

"what's wrong, Kadeem?" Cyrenae asked, her brows slightly furrowing at the change in his demeanor, as Unique slowly turned around and Cyrenae's eyes locked on the item in his arms before she abruptly paused, realizing the object he had found lying in his closet was his missing "Unique" jacket that was covered in blood, "...baby..."

their eyes locked and Cyrenae could see the confusion in his irises, causing a bone-chilling fear to go down her spine. suddenly, the front door of the home was kicked in and the couple's heads snapped towards their bedroom door as sounds of heavy footsteps belonging to multiple sets of feet made their way through the house and down the hallway, inching closer to the bedroom and causing the hairs on Cyrenae's neck to stand up.

the unknown visitors were soon revealed to be the police, and they walked into the bedroom armed heavily with guns raised as the officers pushed Unique up onto a wall and Cyrenae froze in fear, a million thoughts running through her mind at once while she watched her husband be arrested.

"Kadeem Mathis, you are under arrest for the shooting of Detective Malcolm Howard. anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law." these words cause sweat to boil at Cyrenae's hairline as her palms sweated profusely and her breathing got caught in her throat, her breathing heavy and uneven while she stumbled a bit and leaned up on her vanity before tightly gripping the wooden material.

"yo, y'all got the wrong muh'fucka'! i ain't shoot that fuckin' cop!" the room was filled with loud chatter and Cyrenae grew afraid that they'd wake the children, but she was too frightened to move from where she stood. she didn't want to raise the tension in the room higher than it already was, and these cops seemed extremely trigger-happy so Cyrenae made sure not to make any sudden move to avoid getting shot.

her biggest fear was coming true before her own eyes, and she couldn't bare to see it. seeing the love of her life be aggressively handled by the police awakened a different kind of fear inside of her, and she was the most afraid she had ever been in her life. despite being involved in a shootout once or twice because she was out with Unique, those didn't scare her as much because she knew Unique wouldn't allow her to be hurt. but seeing loads of officers fill her home to get her husband made her feel helpless and hopeless all in one.

did Unique shoot Detective Howard like they say he did? how did the jacket get back into their home after it had been missing for the past few days? whose blood was on the jacket? would all the noise wake up her children? would she be shot if she left the room to check on her toddlers? if it was true, would she ever see Unique again?

so many questions ran through Cyrenae's mind and it seemed as if more were being created within the seconds that passed by. her breathing became shallow and her vision started to falter as her grip tightened on her vanity, feeling as if her oxygen supply was being cut short while she grew dizzy.

"K...Kadeem..." Cyrenae whispered, her words inaudible and choppy, as she rested her palm on her forehead to ease the incoming migraine and she blinked a few times to try to focus her vision, but to no avail.

Cyrenae's vision focused for a split second and she locked eyes with a police officer before she unexpectedly passed out, her knees buckling and her body hitting the floor with a thud while her eyes gradually shut.

"Cyrenae!"

❝ WHAT WE GONNA DO WHEN THEY COME FOR YOU? GOD, I CAN'T STAND LIFE WITHOUT YOU. ❞

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