Never again no more 5, p.1
Never Again, No More 5, page 1
Never Again, No More 5: Game Over
Untamed
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1 - Trinity
Chapter 2 - Charice
Chapter 3 - LaMeka
Chapter 4 - Lucinda
Chapter 5 - Aldris
Chapter 6 - Lincoln
Chapter 7 - Charice
Chapter 8 - Pooch
Chapter 9 - Trinity
Chapter 10 - Charice
Chapter 11 - LaMeka
Chapter 12 - Gavin
Chapter 13 - Mike
Chapter 14 - Ryan
Chapter 15 - Pooch
Chapter 16 - Trinity
Chapter 17 - Charice
Chapter 18 - Gavin
Chapter 19 - Lucinda
Chapter 20 - Pooch
Chapter 21 - LaMeka
Chapter 22 - Trinity
Chapter 23 - Charice
Chapter 24 - Mike
Chapter 25 - Ryan
Chapter 26 - LaMeka
Chapter 27 - Charice
Chapter 28 - Aldris
Chapter 29 - Terrence
Chapter 30 - Pooch
Chapter 31 - LaMeka
Chapter 32 - Gavin
Chapter 33 - Lincoln
Chapter 34 - Lucinda
Chapter 35 - Lincoln
Chapter 36 - Aldris
Chapter 37 - Terrence
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Acknowledgments
To the first author of all of our lives, thank you, God.
To my husband, Chris, my blessing in this life as my partner, spouse, best friend, and baby daddy lol, I love you forever.
To my heartbeats, thank you for sharing your mommy with the world so that your mommy can give you the world.
To my dynamic duo of ladies, Diane and N’Tyse, no words could ever express how grateful I am for you both.
To Urban Books/Kensington, I’m forever grateful for the platform and the opportunity.
To anyone and everyone who has supported my untamable journey, thank you.
You’ve seen the breakup game, the makeup game, the lying game, the cheating game, and now you see the secrets of the game unfold. ’Cause one thing about games—there’s no turning back when it’s over.
Chapter 1
Trinity
“Oh, my God!” Panic had set in, and I had no clue what I should do. “Think, Trinity, think!” Terrence lay before me, lifeless. “Please, God,” I cried. “Please, God.” I couldn’t lose my Dreads.
Was God punishing me? But why? For leaving a womanizing, abusive, drug-dealin’ man to make a better life for myself and my kids? To be a wife instead of a baby mama? To have a career instead of a pipe dream? Was I that bad? What did I do to deserve this? Overspend? I wasn’t a bad person. I was a good wife, a great mother, a fair businesswoman, wasn’t I?
Was Terrence that bad? Had his d-boy activity come back to haunt him? He wasn’t a killer, a thief, or a rapist. He made some bad choices, but so did we all. Wasn’t his time spent in prison enough of a consequence? He was stripped of his life once already. Now his existence, too? He wasn’t a bad man. He was faithful to me. A great father to his children and another man’s. He had a big heart. He was the epitome of what a son and brother should be to the women in his life. He was a real black man. The most sought-after and least appreciated commodity a black community, a black woman, could have. And he was mine. Mine! How dare God take him from me? How dare He?
I wiped my tears with my shirt before running my blood-drenched hands through my hair. “God, I’ll do anything. Anything. Just give him back to me. Please.” My pleas flowed out through sobs as I held his head and stroked his cheek. “Don’t you leave me, Dreads. Do you hear me? I said don’t you leave me, goddamn it!”
Suddenly, I felt a cold hand on me. “Ahhh.” My head jerked to see what had touched me.
“Ah yo, Trin,” I heard Pooch say as he coughed, holding his bloody side. “You gotta help me,” he begged as he tried unsuccessfully to move closer to me.
Grabbing Terrence’s gun, I pointed it at him. “You killed my Dreads. I’ma send your fuckin’ rotten-ass soul straight to fuckin’ hell.”
“Nah, mama. Wait. Please. You got it all wrong,” he begged, still clutching his side. “Fuck! This shit hurts. It’s fucking burning.” He winced. “I didn’t shoot at Terrence, mama.”
I pulled back the hammer.
“No! Wait, I promise you . . .” He coughed, and blood flew out of his mouth. “Get . . . get Cal’s phone. He’s the police. They can track that shit,” he struggled to get out. “I promise you I aimed at Cal. I didn’t trust the fat fuck.”
“How do I know that?” I kept the gun aimed steadily at his head, waiting for him to answer my question.
“Trinity! We don’t have fuckin’ time for this bullshit.” His labored words came out hoarsely. “We all need the fuckin’ paramedics.”
As much as I hated to agree with him, he was right. Having a pissing contest with him made me lose precious time for my Dreads, if there was even a glimmer of hope that he’d survive. That was enough to kick me into gear and do as Pooch had requested. I kept the gun trained on Pooch and eased Terrence’s head to the floor, then ran over to Big Cal, who also lay lifeless on the floor. Wasting no time, I grabbed his cell.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“My name is Trinity Kincaid. I don’t know where I am. I was kidnapped. There was a shootout. I’m calling from Detective Aaron Marsh’s cell phone. He may be dead, and my husband too. Please hurry.”
“Okay, ma’am. I’m linking the number to the police now. Do you have any idea where you may be?”
“An abandoned building? I don’t know.”
“A stor . . . storage,” Pooch sputtered. “2245 Quality Warehouse Storage,” he struggled to get out.
“Umm, Quality Warehouse Storage, number 2245,” I repeated.
“Are you still being held captive?” the operator asked.
“No. Detective Marsh kidnapped me. He’s been shot. So have two other men.”
“Is anyone else moving or breathing? And how many people are there?”
“Including me, four. One man, Vernon Smalls, is alive. He’s been shot in the side, and he’s losing a lot of blood.”
“How about the others, ma’am?”
“I don’t know.” My answer came out shakily as tears flooded my eyes. “There’s so much blood everywhere.”
“It’s okay, ma’am. Just remain calm. My name is Josefina, okay, Trinity?”
“Okay. Josefina.” I found myself repeating her name out of nervous energy.
“That’s right. So one of the men is your husband?”
“Yes.”
“What’s his name?” she asked.
Between sniffles, I said, “Terrence. Terrence Kincaid. I call him Dreads.”
“And what does he call you?” she asked sweetly.
A nervous chuckle escaped thinking back to the first time we met officially. “Li’l mama.”
“Okay, li’l mama. Can you see if he’s got a pulse? Take your index and middle finger, hold them together as if you’re gonna make a peace sign, but do not separate them. Place them against the base of his neck. If you can’t feel it there, try his wrist. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.” I hurriedly walked over to Terrence and felt his neck and wrist. “I don’t feel one.” At that revelation, I was on the verge of losing it.
“Okay. It’s okay, Trinity. We’re going to pull them through this. Now can you do the same for Detective Marsh?”
“Yes.” I ran back to Big Cal. “I think I feel one for him. It’s really faint.”
“Is Vernon able to give CPR?” she asked.
“No, he’s on his back in pain.” I looked over at Pooch. “Pooch!”
“I’m still up. I just gotta rest,” he said faintly as his eyes fluttered back and forth.
I got up, walked over to him, and slapped the shit outta him. “Rest, my ass. You are all I have. You will not die on me too. Keep your ass awake!”
He let out a gut-wrenching and obviously painful laugh. “Bitch,” he said faintly. “I love . . . love you, Trin,” he said and coughed.
“Are you still there, Trinity?” Josefina asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you know how to give CPR?”
“Yes. I remember. I’m doing CPR now.” I
“Keep doing that. The police and paramedics are on their way. I’m going to stay on the line with you until they get there.”
“Okay.” I continued to give my husband CPR. Fuck Big Cal. His fucking ass could die for all I cared. I had to try to save my Dreads.
Suddenly, I heard the door slide open. “Aaron! T! Trinity!” The voice sounded familiar.
“Thomas?” I questioned as he ran back to where we were.
Pooch looked up. “Tot?”
Thomas looked at him and pointed his gun. “You muthafucka!”
“Don’t,” I yelled at Thomas. “The police and paramedics are on the way.”
He put his gun away and looked back at us. “Oh, shit,” he bit out, tears instantly falling. “My fuckin’ truck wouldn’t crank. Oh God, Aaron! T!”
“Give Aaron CPR.” The command was blunt as I continued to blow air in Terrence’s mouth. “Wake up, goddamn it,” I fussed at Terrence. “Come on. Come on, Dreads.”
“Trinity, did the police arrive?” Josefina asked.
“No, that’s Detective Marsh’s brother, Thomas. He’s giving his brother CPR.”
“Okay. He’s not a danger to you, is he?”
I really didn’t know how to answer that because I didn’t know whose side Thomas was on: Aaron’s or Terrence’s. “Not now,” was all I managed to say.
“Come on, bro,” Thomas said as he blew air into Aaron’s mouth.
“Bro?” Pooch said faintly. “Damn.”
A few minutes later the police and paramedics swarmed the building. I explained everything that I knew from beginning to end. Surprisingly, Thomas filled in the missing details. I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience as Thomas and I got into the back of the ambulance with Terrence. I could see everything happening, but I couldn’t believe it. And I couldn’t stop it or fix it.
Chapter 2
Charice
Refreshed. Revived. Rejuvenated. Relaxed. Reconnected. Those were all the feelings I was experiencing after my weekend getaway with Lincoln.
Ryan had vowed to spend more quality time with the kids and me before training camp began this year, and before he could do that, I needed to be tightened up by my man. So I explained to Ryan that I just needed a few days away from it all before our family vacation and honeymoon so that I could get rewired.
Add that to the list. Lincoln reclaimed (that one too) his rightful throne as the man! There is good. There is great. There is awesome. And then there is—in the words of Tony the Tiger—“Grrreat!” Lincoln was Tony the muthafuckin’ Tiger. This trip was better than our trip to Paradise Island back when Lincoln and I were officially together and he’d proposed. Yeah, it was like that.
I smiled to myself as I sat on the plane, smoothing out my flowy white sundress and crossing my legs. Placing my shades over my eyes and leaning back, I wished Lincoln could be there next to me, but he’d left on a later flight so that our affair could remain inconspicuous. I wanted to replay the entire weekend in my mind before I landed. As I dozed off, I thought about the romantic time I’d had with Lincoln.
“I wish I could come home to this all the time,” Lincoln whispered in my ear.
“Lincoln! You scared me.” I looked down to see him kissing my belly button. I’d fallen asleep on the bed in my negligee as I waited for him to arrive.
“I’m sorry, ma. Let me make it up to you.” He continued his sensual kisses, and I moaned. “I take that as a yes.”
Rather than speak, I nodded and licked my lips. Lincoln pulled out his massage oils and sensually relaxed every part of my body. He didn’t miss an inch of it. From my neck to my toes, he slowly and gently set my skin ablaze with his hands. Then he intensified that with his mouth. From neck to toe and coming back to the creamy middle, he reminded me that he had the thickest, softest, and wettest tongue in the land. And, my God, did he know how to use it. After I’d climaxed more times than I could remember from his tongue action alone, I undressed him, and we headed to the shower.
“I was going to order some food when you landed. I thought you’d be hungry.” With a shared giggle, we stepped into the shower together.
A guttural moan escaped his lips. “I was. I ate, and I’m full and satisfied now.”
As I turned around and kissed him, our passion grew again. The next thing I knew I was facing forward, pressed against the shower wall, as he stroked me up and down for a back-door entry.
“Now you can call my name out to me,” he moaned.
“As loud as I want?” I breathed heavily.
“As loud as you want. You know I’m the only one who can do this body right,” he said as he interlocked his fingers on top of mine after gliding his way inside of me. I gasped. He stopped. “Don’t tense up,” he whispered.
“It’s just . . .”
He lovingly stroked me. “I know. I’m bigger,” he said, completing my unfinished thought. There was no need to confirm it. We both knew that. “Just trust me like you did before.” He reached down and teased my throbbing bud.
Soon my body relaxed as he slowly ground until he reached my comfort zone. Oooh. It was like being reunited with a long-lost friend. Only Lincoln could make me feel like this. I swore a business administration degree wasn’t the only degree he got from LSU. If I were a sharing female, I would bottle his ass up and put him on the open market. Hell, I’d make enough money to clone his ass ten times over.
“I’ve missed this shit so much,” he huffed.
“Oh Gawd! Lincoln!” Leaning in close, I could feel his breath tickling my earlobe.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? Saying the name that’s always on your mind freely, completely. Say it louder. What’s my name?” he asked me breathlessly.
Shit. He was taking me all the way there. I wanted to shout it from the top of the fucking building that he was making me feel so good. Damn. What have I been missing out on? I swear it didn’t feel this good when we were first together. I don’t see how it could’ve. I would’ve been too foolish over it to let it go. Damn. I was. He let me go. Because of... nope. This was our time. Thoughts of others would fuck it up. Or would they? I smiled to myself mischievously. I allowed myself to think of Ryan, picturing him watching me make love to Lincoln.
“Shit, ma!” Lincoln yelped. “Damn, you just opened the fuck up,” he hissed as I rocked back toward him like a stallion.
“Oooh, Lincolnn!”
“Yeah, that’s it, ma. Say that shit,” he groaned. “Yeah, baby.”
“Lincolnnnnn!” My voice went up to an octave I didn’t realize I could hit.
“Gawddamn, Charice. Oooh, Charice!”
“Say it, baby!”
“Chariiice!” he yelled, exploding as I came with him, calling out his name with his body pressed against mine.
“Oooh, baby.”
My moans were met with a kiss to my neck. “Damn, ma. What got into you? I loved it, but I’m just saying. You broke me down.”
Giggling, I turned my head to the side to view him. “You got into me, baby. All up in me.”
He laughed and then paused, getting serious. “I miss this, Charice. I really do.”
I leaned back against him as he pressed his back against the shower wall. He held me in his arms, and we stood there letting the water fall against us as we basked in our moment. He held me close as I slowly ran my forefinger up and down his arm, nestling my head back against his chest.
“I love you, ma,” he whispered.
“I love you too, pa.” And I did. My heart belonged to Lincoln.
The plane’s wheels hitting the tarmac woke me from my beautiful reminiscent dream. I looked around for my phone and retrieved it from the floor. I powered it on and checked the text messages.
Tiger: Miss u already.
I typed back.
Yours Only: Me 2. I know I’ll have sweet dreams.
Tiger: Your dreams can be your reality.
Yours Only: I know. They are.
Tiger: In a different way, ma.
Yours Only: *sigh* I know that 2, pa.
Tiger: No pressure. I just . . . u know how I feel.
Yours Only: I do b/c I feel the same way.
Tiger: It’s hard 2 believe that at times.
Yours Only: Come on, pa. Don’t. It was a magical time. Can we just savor that?
