Seize Me Part 21

"Ah, I wonder what Braxxon looks like nowadays. He was so handsome as a teenager."

Is this child leaving b.i.t.c.h serious?

"He's still handsome and he's not available." I laugh at her.

"No need to get your panties in a twist." She grins a fake grin.

Just one d.a.m.n day, it's always something.

"For me to get my panties in a twist, I would have to be wearing some."

Take that, you abandoning b.i.t.c.h. Yes, I know I have abandonment issues; I don't hate my mother. In fact, I love her even though I don't know her. My father wouldn't let her take me with her and I know she at least tried. But that subject is still a sore one for me.

ZZ comes rip roaring past us into the compound on his bike and barely has it throttled down and on its kickstand before he makes his way over to the gate where I won't allow her to enter.

"Mira, what the h.e.l.l do you want?" ZZ yells.

"Well look at you. Don't you look delicious?" she coos.

"Cut the s.h.i.+t woman. I haven't spoken to you in over sixteen years and even then, you didn't ask about my daughter."

"I seen the news. How is my daughter?"

"Your daughter? She has never been your daughter, Mira. You didn't raise her. In fact, do you even know her birthday?" He smirks.

She doesn't answer and that p.i.s.ses me off. How in the h.e.l.l could you forget a date that important. A day you bring another life into the world?

"Dad." Tatiana walks up to us with Berry at her side.

"f.u.c.k," he groans.

Why does everyone have such bad timing around this place?

"h.e.l.lo Tatiana. I'm your mother, Mira."

"No you're not. Berry is my only mother," Tatiana hisses.

"Don't be silly darling; that woman is your grandmother, nothing more."

Oh, s.h.i.+t. Where the h.e.l.l is Braxxon?

"ZZ hunny, you better get this t.w.a.t out of here before I do something that'll land me in the gray barred motel," Berry says calmly.

"My pleasure, Mom." He smirks, grabbing her elbow and escorting her over the threshold to the compound. He then releases her arm, and walks back over the threshold and enters the code to shut the gate.

"Well that was pleasant," I joke.

"That dumb b.i.t.c.h." ZZ shakes his head. "Tatiana you're eighteen and can do whatever you want but that woman abandoned you because she didn't want a kid. I hope you make the right decision when it comes to her. She will be back."

"I want nothing to do with her dad," Tatiana answers evenly in a serious tone.

"Good," he replies as the gate reopens. Braxxon enters and he's on foot. I didn't even notice his bike was here.

"You walked," I ask him.

"Yeah I did. Just because I'm a biker doesn't mean I have to ride it every single time I leave. I saw Mira leave. Did everything go well?"

Well snap my head off why don't you.

"Baby, don't look at me like that. I just didn't wanna ride today. I took a cab because of the reporters and s.h.i.+t. I didn't want people following me today. My bike is easy to spot."

"Okay," I reply still not happy with his answer.

"Everything went just fine, Prez. But she will be back," ZZ says before walking Berry and Tatiana away.

"C'mon Angel, let's go to Sated for a bit. You haven't been back since opening night last week."

I look down at my clothes and deem them wearable for my club. h.e.l.l it wouldn't matter anyway. It's Lana's club and mine. G.o.d I miss her. If I didn't have Braxxon, I don't think I could survive this. I'd get too lonely.

"Yeah okay." I take his outreached hand as we walk towards his bike.

"I wasn't giving you an option baby." He laughs.

"Watch it, Breaker," I tease.

The club is quiet and empty, not because there's no business but because it doesn't open until five tonight. Braxxon is quiet and in thought. I'm a bit worried as he sits me on the edge of one of my pole stages. He says he'll be right back and I watch as he walks to the bar and pours him two shots of whiskey and downs them. Okay, so now I'm very worried. He wipes his palms on his jeans as he walks back over to me and kneels down on one knee, pulling a box out of his pocket as his gray eyes latch onto me.

Oh G.o.d.

"Winter Belov, I love you with every d.a.m.n part of my soul, body, mind, and heart. I can't imagine my life without you and I don't ever want to. You're my Angel in my h.e.l.l and I need you. I know that may seem weak in other's eyes, but I don't care. All I care about is what you think. Others don't matter. I don't want you worried that one day I'm going to up and leave you, because baby, I can't. I wouldn't be able to breathe if I did. Ever since that day you danced into my life, I've done nothing but breathed your air. I'd suffocate without you. I know this isn't a world you wanted to be in, but I'm begging you, stay in it with me. Marry me, have babies with me, and grow old with me."

Oh my G.o.d!

Winter is just looking at me with tears in her eyes and I know I'm holding my breath waiting for her answer. She isn't saying anything and I wonder if I've just ruined everything by doing this too soon. Her gold eyes water up even more as they take hold of me and she gets up off the stage and kneels down in front of me.

"I'll be your Angel in your h.e.l.l," she says smiling.

I let my breath out in a rush as I shakily take the ring out of the box and slip it onto her finger. She throws her other hand over her mouth laughing and that makes me think I screwed something up.

"How did you get someone to cut diamonds into small wings so fast." She laughs even more through her hands.

"Do you not like it?"

"Braxxon I love it. I just know that it takes time to have diamonds cut, that's all," she says as she drops her hand from her mouth.

"I went and ordered it three days ago. Everyone works fast enough if the money is right."

They looked at me strangely when I told them I wanted small diamond wings one each side of the large diamond. It kinda p.i.s.sed me off to be honest. I mean I was paying for it so why the f.u.c.k did it matter.

"It fits us," she whispers admiring it.

"It does."

"I love you," she says looking up at me.

"Good because...," I say before studying my next words in my head again, not wanting to mess them up. "Vy skhuatili menya." "You've seized me."

She gasps then tackles me. "Zaymis' so mnoy lyubov'yu," she purrs.

"Don't get c.o.c.ky. I just learned that tiny sentence."

"I said... make love to me," she whispers before nipping on my lip piercings.

"Did you honestly think I would allow you to walk away with that ring on your finger without giving me your p.u.s.s.y first?"

"Braxxon Breaker! Only you could say something like that after proposing." She laughs then stops. "Oh no."

"What?" I ask, sitting us up.

"My name is going to be Winter Breaker."

"I'll make it worth it." I grin while lowering her back down on the floor. "Now about payment for that ring," I growl, lifting her skirt up slowly.

"What? No foreplay?" She teases me as I release my d.i.c.k from straining against my jeans.

"I'm too d.a.m.n hard for foreplay. You just agreed to be my wife, to have babies with me, and to grow old with me. I don't wanna do anything but sink my c.o.c.k into your p.u.s.s.y right now."

She fans herself. "How romantic."

"Oh baby, I wish I wasn't dying for the warmth of your p.u.s.s.y because if not, I would shove my c.o.c.k down that beautiful throat for sa.s.sing me."

"Next time then." She smiles.

"Next time, and may there be a million of them," I say as I slide my c.o.c.k into her and groan.

"I want it real slow, baby."

"How slow?" I ask, wrapping her legs around my waist, and lifting her into my lap, drawing a long moan from her with the change of position.

"So slow I can feel you entering my soul," she whispers.

She is so f.u.c.king s.e.xy. I'm one lucky son of a b.i.t.c.h. I spread out one of my hands on her lower back as my other wraps around the back of her head bringing her face towards mine. I need her lips. "Kiss me," I order and she complies. Her tongue swoops in and tangles with mine, she sucks and licks at it until I lose all feeling in my mouth as my c.o.c.k moves in and out of her. Our eyes never leave one another's and it's the first time I'm making love to a woman this way. I've always made eye contact but never the entire time. Not until now. Not until this moment with my Angel on my lap and her tongue down my throat. Then again, I've never been in love and a woman has never owned every single part of me either.

"I love you so much, Angel," I growl, forcing her back to arch and her head to fly back, Winter's beautiful, delicate neck exposed and inviting to my mouth.

"I love you, too," she moans as I twist my hips and grind her down on my c.o.c.k. I push her tank top away and start kissing along her scar and that makes Angel come undone. Her p.u.s.s.y is milking my c.o.c.k for everything it's worth. Her juices flow all over us as she bucks against me, and that is my undoing. I spill myself into my Angel with no regrets that it was too fast. It was perfect and so unbelievably real it almost hurts.

I collapse us both to the floor as we pant for air. The main club door opens and Angel giggles.

"Every time we have s.e.x, every time."

She's right. We never have a moment of piece.

"Let's build a house, a big one where we can hide away from everyone without any interruptions," I say, pulling out of her and fixing her dress.

"I love the sound of that."

"Winter, Braxxon, is that you?" Storm hollers through the club.

"Yeah it's us." Angel hollers back.

"Did I come at a bad time? I just wanted to get here early to go over the liquor order for next week," Storm says apologetically as she gets closer. She's done so good keeping everything going this past week and she's been dealing with Lana's death too.

Angel scrambles off the floor adjusting her clothes better. "We're engaged," she says running over the rest of the way to Storm with her hand out and Storm automatically takes it and starts gus.h.i.+ng over the Angel wings. Yeah I did well.

"Braxxon, did you do this on your own?" Storm asks, not taking her eyes off Angel's ring. "I mean the idea of it?"

"f.u.c.k yeah I did."

"You did well, Braxxon." Storm compliments me.

"Thank you."

"No problem. Well since you're here, do you wanna go over the order instead of having me do it," she asks Angel.

"About that, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to become my club manager. You've done so awesome and I think you and I would work good together. It's more money and you wouldn't have to dance if you didn't want too. It's okay if you say no. I won't be upset. I promise."

"Really? I would actually love that. I was planning to go back to night school to finish my degree in business management. It's what I was doing before, well you know, before everything that happened to me," Storm whispers shyly.

"Then it's settled. I guess it was meant to be when Braxxon found you. I plan on keeping you forever if I can," Angel gushes hugging her.

That's when I can feel it. I can feel that everything is going to be okay. Angel is so strong. She's a fighter and a survivor and even under her newly found hard exterior is a beautiful interior.

"Did you hear that, babe? Storm said she'd be my manager," Angel says happily.

"I heard baby; I'm happy for you."

"Great, because I plan on opening a few more businesses," she says simply.

I quirk an eyebrow at her, crossing my arms and lean against one of the stages. "What kind of businesses?" I ask.

"You'll see," she grins.

The End.