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  Love Was the Case That They Gave Me

  Jayceon and Bella’s Story

  Written By: Mz. Lady P

  Copyright 2015 by Mz. Lady P

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  PART ONE:

  Love, Never knew what I was missing but I knew once we started kissing. I found you.

  Love-Keyshia Cole

  Chapter 1- Isabella “Bella” Santos

  A man can give you all the diamonds and pearls that the world has to offer, but nothing compares to the love that he gives you. My man, Jayceon, makes me feel like the luckiest girl in the world. I love the way that he loves me. He makes me feel things for him that I have never felt for another man. To be honest, I have never loved anyone as much as I love him. I’ve dated other guys but never anything serious. They weren’t worthy of me giving myself to them. Now, Jayceon, that’s a different story. He’s my first and my everything. At twenty-three years old, I have a life that most women don’t get to live in a lifetime. Outside of the luxuries that Jayceon provides for me, I am a trust fund baby. My parents, Oscar and Lucinda Santos, are two of the richest real estate moguls in the world. Growing up with them as parents has been very lucrative to my career. I have learned all there is to know about the real estate business. I’m one of the top real estate agents in Miami, Florida. It was only right that I follow in my parents footsteps. I’m the proud owner of Santos Reality, a division of my parents’ company. That’s how I met Jayceon a year ago.

  He was looking to purchase one of the biggest mansions that had been on the market for some time. I was in awe of him the first time I laid eyes on him, and I’m not easily moved by any man’s appearance, but there was something about Mr. Jayceon Bennett. When he walked inside of the property that I was showing him, his appearance commanded attention. He was dressed to the nines, rocking a grey Armani suit with a pair of Salvatore Ferragamo shoes on. I loved a man that knew how to dress. His tall stature was that of a basketball player. His dark, chocolate skin glistened, as the sun from the window shined on his face. He had the prettiest set of white teeth that I had ever seen on any man. He was clean cut and shaven. He had so many waves in his hair that I was getting seasick just looking at him. I swear he could pass for the actor Morris Chestnut. I caught myself staring at his body. He looked like he lived in the gym. Not to mention the bulge that was noticeable in his pants.

  After showing him the property and going over all the necessary documentation, he was the proud owner of a new home. I was happy because I received one of my biggest commission payouts ever. He asked for my number but I politely let him down. For the next three weeks, he sent me a bouquet of roses and Edible Arrangements every day until I agreed to go on a date with him. I was a little hesitant because I never mix business with pleasure, but he had been such a gentleman. Our first date was so romantic. I know it’s hard for some people to believe, but I fell in love with him on that day. He took me out on his yacht and that was the best date I had ever been on. From that moment forward, we’ve become inseparable.

  My mother and father don’t approve of our relationship because he’s ten years older than me. I’m grown so they have no choice but to accept it. They both think that I have moved too fast, with a man that I barely know. The problem is that they have never gotten the chance to know him. Their biggest issue was me moving out of their guest house. Despite having my own money, they wanted me to stay home and live closer to them. That was their way of keeping me close to them. They were pissed when I moved in with Jayceon after only dating for two months. He has brought me nothing but joy since I moved into his home; the same home that I sold to him. As much as I showed that place, I never in a million years thought I would be living there.

  I’ve become the best of friends with his little sister, Skylar. We’re the same age, so of course we clicked on so many levels. I love that she is around to keep me company when Jayceon is away on business. I get so lonely when he’s gone for weeks at a time. Thank God I have a business of my own to run; it keeps me occupied. Plus, I like having my own. Anything that Jayceon can do for me, I can do for myself. I love being independent. I’m in love but I’m not stupid when it comes to finances. If I have never listened to my parents about anything else in this world, I have listened about the importance of working hard for everything that you want out of life. There is no better feeling than being able to cash out on yourself and never worry about a nigga throwing it up in your face later; not that my baby would do that, but a girl has to cover herself.

  *****

  “I’m so happy you’re home baby. I missed you so much.” Jayceon had just come back from his business meeting in Chicago.

  “I’m happy to be home too. I missed your pretty ass.” Jayceon grabbed me in his arms and kissed me passionately, at the same time he had two handfuls of my ass.

  “Look baby, I brought you something.”

  “I told you I don’t need a gift every time you come back home from a business trip.” Each and every time he came home from a business trip, he brought me expensive gifts.

  “I know what you told me but you’re my woman and you deserve nothing but the best.” I watched as Jayceon went inside his suitcase and pulled out a huge, black square velvet box. I opened it and I almost died, as I looked at all the diamonds as they shined.

  “Oh my God, this is beautiful!” He lifted my hair up and placed the necklace around my neck.

  “This is the Sunflower necklace by Harry Winston. Its twenty-six carats and it’s in a platinum setting. I got this especially made for you, my Puerto Rican Princess.” I loved when he called me that. I rubbed my hands over the diamonds as I admired the way they shined and glistened. This gift was too expensive. I know for a fact it cost him a grip but I won’t fuss about it because he hates when I do that.

  “I already know what you’re thinking. Don’t worry about the cost. If I couldn’t afford it, I wouldn’t have copped it for you. Now take them clothes off but keep the necklace on. I want to see how good my money looks on you as I make love to my pussy. Can I make love to you Bella?” he whispered softly in my ear.

  “I don’t want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me like you missed me.” Without warning, Jayceon ripped my dress off me and roughly bent me over his desk. I waited in anticipation as he unbuckled his pants. Once I heard the buckle of his Hermes belt hit the floor, I braced myself for the dick lashing he was about to put on my ass. My baby was definitely working with a monster and he knew exactly how to use it. I gripped the sides of his cherry wood desk and held on for dear life, as he thrust in and out of me. The feeling of him biting and kissing on my neck turned me on even more. He grabbed my hair and yanked it back so that we could engage in a kiss.

  “Oh shit Jay! I’m about to cum all over that big, black dick.”

  “That’s right, let that shit go. Show Daddy how much you missed him.” I came back to back as Jayceon continued to long stroke me. Not long after, he pulled out
and let his seeds loose all over my ass. My legs felt like noodles as I tried to walk into the bathroom to get both of us a hot towel. When I cleaned myself off, I grabbed him a towel and went back in to wash him up. He was on his phone in a heated conversation. I handed him the towel and walked out of the office. I hated when he is upset. So, I never stand around and listen to his conversations. Plus, he talks in code so I don’t know what the fuck he be talking about anyway. It was late and all I wanted to do was sleep. I climbed into my California King bed and went straight to sleep. Not long after, Jayceon joined me and wrapped his massive arms around me. It felt so good to have his love all over me.

  Chapter 2- Jayceon A.K.A Blockka

  “I am Lion hear me roaarrrr!” Each morning when I put my feet on the floor, I said a prayer to Allah and hollered these very words. I know my white neighbors think I’m crazy and that’s because I am. Fuck these cracker motherfuckers. They hate the fact that I can afford to live in this big ass mansion up on the hill that looks down on their asses. Yeah, I’m that young rich nigga these people love to hate. It costs to be the Boss and that’s exactly what the fuck I am. I make my own rules and in the process, I love to break the rules. I live every day like it is my last. Tomorrow ain’t promised to no one and in my line of business, those words are so true. I’m into a little bit of this and a little bit of that. In order for you to understand me, I would have to let you into my world. I have two sides to me. The good side and the side you don’t want to fuck with. To my family and my baby, Bella, I’m Jayceon Bennett, a successful businessman that caters to their every want and need. To niggas in the street and my crew, I’m that nigga Blockka, head of the Ski Mask Mafia. We rob motherfuckers for a living. I’m not talking about petty ass stick up kids. We are knocking off banks, armored cars, casinos and some of the biggest jewelers all over the world. I’ve been doing this shit since I was sixteen, along with three of my closest friends Tristan, Dominic, and Rashad. The four of us together were nothing but menaces to society. We all came from the same hood but lived different lives in our homes. My parents, Tina and Rock, gave my little sister and me the world. We were hood royalty. My parents were notorious bank robbers that terrorized the streets of Miami back in the day. Rashad and Dominic were brothers whose parents were strung out drugs and didn’t do shit for them. Tristan lived in a single parent household. He never knew who his father was and his mother suffered from Schizophrenia. The bitch was out of her mind. We all went to the same school and became friends fast. They basically lived at my house with us. Since they were always there, my parents gave them the task of counting the money from all their heists. They paid them a hefty allowance. They were seeing more money in high school than grown ass men were seeing working a nine-to-five job. My father saw all of our ambition and introduced us to this game. We’ve been getting it how the fuck we live ever since. I can remember the first time we ever pulled off a heist.

  My father had been putting together a job against a small bank branch out in Tallahassee. His right-hand man and partner in crime, Bones, had gotten locked up and my mother was pregnant again. So, my father wasn’t allowing her to do jobs. Since he had been teaching us the ropes, he felt that we were ready for our first job. Unfortunately, my father was picked up by the Feds the day before we were supposed to do the job. Bones had turned state’s evidence against my father. Instead of my father fighting his case, he just copped out and was sentenced to twenty years. My father getting locked up discouraged my crew from even going through with the robbery. I wasn’t feeling that shit. I had a thirst for the finer shit in life and I wanted to get it by any means necessary. It was a must we followed through with this robbery. If my father was out of commission then it was only right I step in and get this money.

  December 2000

  “Just follow the plan and everything will go smoothly. We in and out this bitch in five minutes. Anything over that will be a jail sentence or a death sentence. I don’t know about y’all but that ain’t what the fuck I’m on. Let’s get in here and get this motherfucking money!” We were all sitting inside a black Impala we had stolen earlier in the day, donned with ski masks on our faces and semi-automatic weapons in hand. We drove directly in front of the bank and jumped out with guns blazing.

  “Everybody get the fuck on the floor now!” Dominic yelled as he fired two shots into the security guard’s dome.

  “Don’t even think about it bitch. Here, put all the money in this bag. Don’t try to be a hero and get your face on the seven o’clock news.” I caught the teller attempting to hit the panic button.

  “Shut the fuck up with all that screaming and fill those bags up! Don’t get slick and slip some dye bags in there. If you do bitch, I’ll make a personal trip back to this mothafucka just to shoot your thick ass!” Tech yelled to one of the tellers as she emptied the drawers.

  “Two minutes!” Tech yelled out letting us know how much time we had left. I snatched up the trash bags that were filled with money.

  “We out this bitch! It was nice doing business with y’all,” I said, as we all backed out of the bank stepping over the dead security guard. We hopped in the car and got the fuck out of dodge. The whole thing took under four minutes. After taking the car to the chop shop we headed back to the hotel room we had booked. We counted the money in the trash bags; it totaled $60,000. We each got fifteen thousand a piece. That shit was an adrenaline rush for me and it only made me thirst for more money and power. As we sat around on a high after pulling off our first heist, we all concluded that we wanted more.

  That day, the Ski Mask Mafia was established and we are still a force to be reckoned with.

  *****

  “Baby, you didn’t hear me calling you?” The sound of Bella’s voice brought me out of the flashback I was having. She was so fucking beautiful. I loved me a chick with some meat on her bones. My baby had ass and titties for days. Just the way I like it. She considered herself fat and always complained about her weight, but I loved that shit. Bella had no reason to be self -conscious about anything. She was my Puerto Rican Princess. That hoe Joseline Hernandez ain’t got shit on my Bella. Her father is Puerto Rican and her mother is Black. She doesn’t look like she has any African American blood. She takes after her father. If I looked up the word beautiful in the dictionary, her face would be right there. Yes, I’m bragging on her, my bitch bad.

  “I’m sorry, Ma, I didn’t hear you.” I got up and kissed her on her jaw.

  “Come and eat breakfast before it gets cold.”

  “I can’t Ma, I have a business meeting at my headquarters. I’ll be home for dinner, I promise.” I grabbed her around the waist and placed soft kisses on her neck.

  “Jayceon, please tell me you didn’t forget about the Real Estate banquet for my parents.” I feel like shit right now. My baby has been talking about this banquet for months.

  “My bad Ma, I did forget. I promise I’m going to make it, but you know I have to handle this business first.”

  “Yeah I know. It’s okay. If you can’t make it I understand. You just make sure that you grab something eat. You know I hate when you work on an empty stomach. Let me get out of here I have a house to show in one hour. Love you baby see you later.” Bella kissed me on the lips and grabbed her briefcase rushing out of the door. Bella is like no other woman I’ve ever been with. The fact that she never nags or questions me about anything makes me love her even more. Bella is a Boss Bitch in her own right. She got her own money, and I love her because she has her own. She ain’t got an issue with paying a bill or cashing out on me. When females see me they see money and that’s what they be after, not Bella. That shit don’t impress her one little bit and that’s why she has my heart in her pocket, and pretty soon she’ll be Mrs. Jayceon Bennett. Bella has no idea that I rob banks for a living. I don’t want her to be a part of that lifestyle. The less she knows the better. If shit ever hits the fan and the police question her, they won’t get shit because she don’t know shit. That’s the way I w
ant it to be. I know that I run the risk of losing her if she finds out what I really do. That’s a risk I’m willing to take to keep her safe.

  *****

  “Where the fuck is Fatima?”

  “She said she was going to be late,” Tech said as he flamed up a cigarette.

  “This is the third motherfucking time she has been late when it came down to counting this motherfucking dough. I’m docking her ass $1000. I’m sick of her ass anyway. Her attitude and mouth is getting out of fucking control.” I knocked back a shot of D’usse trying to calm down. Fatima is a chick that is now a part of the Ski Mask Mafia. I would have been kicked her off the team but we have history. Fatima was the first chick I was in a real relationship with. She came in the relationship down for anything. If I wanted her to drive the getaway car, or blast a motherfucker, she did it with no problem. That’s what it was between us. We were like Bonnie and Clyde but shit changed over the course of time.

  The love I once had for her had faded. I had every intention on telling her that we were done and shit between us would be strictly business. At the same time, she revealed to me that she was pregnant with my baby. Being the real nigga that I am I would never walk away from my responsibilities, so I stuck it out with her. Once our daughter, Angelica, was born, shit hadn’t gotten better for us. So, we both agreed to end things and co-parent. My daughter was everything to me. One day she was here looking like a mixture of us and the next she was gone. She was hit by a car and killed.

  We were at the park, I looked away for one minute, and she took off running into the street chasing her ball, she was killed instantly. Her death was devastating and Fatima has never been the same. I knew that she blamed me, hell I blamed myself. We still continued to have a business relationship. Fatima was cool until I got with Bella. That’s when she started with the attitude and smart ass mouth that makes me want to hit her in it. My daughter is a topic that I do not discuss with anyone, and everyone around me knows not to do it in my presence. It’s not that I don’t want to think about her. It’s just that the shit is so painful.