Out of Control

“You better say what you came to say and get outta here.”

CeCe leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. “I just wanted to say thank you.”

“For what?”

“For putting up with me. I know that I have been cranky and irritable, we don’t have sex and I complain all the time ’cause it’s hot and I’m fat and a lot of that gets directed at you. And you just let it roll off like its no big deal.”

“It’s not. I understand what you’re goin’ through and I know it will all be over soon and I can have my woman back.”

“But what if I don’t lose all this weight?”

“Then we’ll just call you Big Cee.”

CeCe hit him lightly on the arm. “Don’t play with me, I’m serious.”

“So am I. You’ll still be my woman and you’ll still be our children’s mother. You are my future, Cee,” he said and once again pushed Jada West out of his mind. “So start gettin’ used to it.”

CeCe kissed him again.

“Y’all take that shit below,” Bobby shouted and both Black and CeCe gave him the finger.

She kissed him again. “That’s good to hear. Good to know that you’ll always come home to me like you do every night. — Except last night,” CeCe said and smiled.

“You wanna know where I was last night?”

“Only if you want to tell me.”

Black leaned forward and looked at CeCe. “Last night me, Bobby and Jamaica beat a man until the sun came up. Then we took him out on this boat and fed him to the sharks,” Black said calmly.

“I did ask.”

“You did, and I told you don’t ask questions that you don’t want to know the answer to.”

“Next time I ask you where you been, remind me of what you just said, okay?”

“Okay.”

Then she started to laugh a little. “Y’all really feed him to the sharks?” she asked softly.

“Bobby, what we do last night?”

“Beat the shit outta a mutha fucka and feed him to the sharks,” Bobby said and continued fishing.

CeCe held up her hand. “Definitely remind me that I don’t want to hear about it,” she said and rested her head on his shoulder. Black put his arm around her and thought that CeCe had just proved Bobby’s point. She didn’t want to hear about it much less be able to sit through it.

When Deidra arrived at the airport, two of Jamaica’s men were there to meet her. She went with them even though she was afraid that they were going to kill her. They escorted her to a limo and drove her out to Lyford Key. Once they arrived at the house, Deidra was escorted around the back of the house, through the gate to the pool. She felt a little better when he saw Black sitting there. But she still wondered if Black was going to kill her.

“Deidra Walker, my brother Bobby Ray,” Black introduced them. “Talkin’ to Bobby is like talkin’ to me.”

“I understand.”

“Sit down.”

“Thank you.”

“How

was your flight back?”