Tiffany and Dior: Love in Las Vegas Streets (14 page)

      Next I went into my master bedroom, tossing all of my makeup and appliances into my carry-on bag as well. I quickly freshened up before changing into something comfortable, opting for an Adidas jogging suit and Yeezy Adidas sneakers. I pulled my hair into a loose ponytail and turned off the light.

        I was sweating bullets as I entered the four-digit code in to Black’s safe. Click! It opened a few second later and just like last time his money was there. The money was wrapped in bundles stacked on top of each other. I smiled as I stuffed $500,000 into the second suitcase. I didn’t need to count it because I had spent days monitoring that safe like my life depended on it.

       Closing the bedroom door behind me, I dragged the bags down to the front door. After doing one more search around my room, making sure I didn’t forget anything, my heart almost jumped out of my chest when I heard someone walk into the bedroom.

      I was so afraid to turn around I just stood there, fearing that Black was going to kill me if he knew I was leaving and stealing his money too.

      “Tiffany, you got the money?” I heard Dior’s voice, causing me to sigh loudly. I took a deep breath; my heart was beating erratically from nervousness.

    “What the fuck, Dior? You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought Black came back early or something.” I stared at him as he helped me with my bags.

     “My bad, bae, I just wanted to make sure you were good. Besides, my cousin Pill texted me and told me they just left the club fifteen minutes ago. We have to go.”

    “We have to stop by Teresa’s house. She has Mason. Black will never let me take Mason and I know this may sound selfish but I deserve a break. I want to travel and live a little. I want to go down to Miami, start over, and then come back for him.”

     “A’ight ma, I feel you. Nothing wrong with that. Once we get settled we will come back for Kia, and Mason. I know you love him and he will be okay. Before we leave, first thing in the morning you can say goodbye. Let’s go before I fuck you in his bed.” Dior smirked.      

    “You’re too much.” I playfully hit Dior as I closed the door behind me and we were out.  

     My heart was beating so fast as we pulled off. I couldn’t believe my plan worked. I was finally leaving Black and I had some of his money. I just couldn’t believe everything went so smoothly. I took two pulls from the Blunt we were smoking earlier. My eyelids felt heavy and my heart began to beat faster. I was on cloud nine. I had my man by my side and in a few hours I would see my nephew and be starting a new life.

     We checked into the Courtyard Hotel in Las Vegas near the Henderson Bridge. When I got in my room, I stripped out of my clothes, getting ready to take a shower. When I got out Dior had changed into his black Nike jogging suit and black ACG Nike boots.

    “I will be back later on. I have to go back to the hood and handle a few things. I ordered food. I know you love Chinese food so it’s on the nightstand,” Dior said as he scooped me up into his arms, giving me a long juicy kiss.

    “Okay baby, be careful. I love you.”

    “I love you too.” He smiled as he opened the door to leave.

     When he left I devoured my food and fell asleep. A few hours later I woke to Dior kissing on my neck and my back. I turned around to kiss him before back peddling down to the bottom of the bed. I pulled his boxers off and put his dick into my mouth. I wanted to taste him and show him how much I appreciated him. I was in love with Dior and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

          For the first time in my life I felt vulnerable. All my life I felt like my only reason to live was to look after Mason. Nobody gave a fuck about me and I always had to depend on me. Having someone like Dior literally changed my life. He made me feel alive again. At first I felt like I had to depend on Black but Dior showed me differently.

     He let me know that it wasn’t always about money and material things. He gave me that good ol’ West Coast love. He was there for me whenever I needed him and, most of all, he was dicking me down like a real nigga was supposed to. Unlike Black, he made sure my needs were always met.  I knew Dior really loved me and genuinely cared. For a couple of months Dior showed me nothing but love and loyalty. We couldn't be out in public like regular couples. We couldn't hit up a restaurant or club. We always had to stay low key. I couldn't risk getting seen or caught with Dior so we often hung out in hotels. We would always have drinks, order food and fuck. I didn't want to continue to live like that. I wanted to be free.

    I woke up the next morning and checked my phone. There were no missed calls, so I knew Black was long gone for Arizona.

      I sent Teresa a text letting her know I would be there in an hour to see Mason. Teresa and I had grown close over the years but not enough for me to tell her my business. Teresa’s loyalty was to Black. She valued his life more than hers. Sometimes I used to say to myself she should have been his wife because she was perfect for the woman he was trying to make me.

    “Bae I need to talk to you,” Dior said to me as I was getting out of the bed to take a shower.

    “Okay, whassup?” I asked nervously. I was hoping he wasn’t changing his mind because if he did I was still going through with my plans to leave Black.

     “Tiffany, I always loved you since we were kids. To be honest, you are the only woman I ever loved besides my momma and Kia but when I look into your eyes I don’t just see a beautiful woman. I see my wife. What I am trying to say is I want this to be real and I want to know if you will do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

      I stood there for a moment, speechless as Dior got down on one knee proposing to me with a beautiful diamond ring.

    “Of course I will marry you, Dior. I love you more than anything in this world and I can’t wait to marry you.”

     “Okay, I want to get married today.”

    “Today? Are you serious? Like right now?” 

    “Nah, ma, in a couple of hours. I got to get something straight and then we can go tie the knot.”

    “Okay, good. I have to call Paige and tell her. I need someone to be there and we have to pick up my dress from Lisa’s. She has something custom made.”

    “A’ight. Whatever you need, ma,” Dior said as he hopped into the shower and I followed. We both got dressed and then we were back on the road again.

                                {9}

                      February 14, 2016

      I arrived at Teresa’s house in less than ten minutes. I got nervous when I saw there was an ambulance and police cars scattered out front. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach when I saw Teresa being carried out on a stretcher. She was badly beaten but she was alive.

    “We gotta come back for Mason. I see Foreman’s truck. That means he didn’t go with Black to Arizona.” After I said that, I saw Foreman and Black walking outside of the house with Mason in his arms. I didn’t know what the fuck happened but I was glad he was safe.

     “A’ight,” Dior said as he pulled off. Thank God Dior’s car windows were tinted because I didn’t need Black seeing me. Now that something had happened to Teresa I started to get worried. I was playing with fire and I needed to find a way out of this crazy relationship.

      Death seemed to follow me all my life and I left Teresa’s house more confused than ever. I knew her accident didn’t have anything to do with me but I wondered if it had something to do with my Mexican cartel. I wondered if Black had something to do with it.  I glanced down at my phone and looking at the wallpaper with Mason’s beautiful face holding a teddy bear.

   “Turn back around,” I said to Dior.

   “Ma, you sure you want to do this?” Dior slowed down, shaking his head.

   “Bay, I need to be a woman about it and let Black know that I am leaving and say goodbye to Mason,” I said as I unbuckled my seatbelt. I was nervous as hell but I wanted to stand up to Black. I knew there was no way he would let Mason go with me but if Dior was the one I planned on spending the rest of my life with, I would fight before I walked away.

   “A’ight, I got the strap on me if a nigga come crazy.” Dior reached over to open the glove compartment to retrieve his pistol. The car came to complete stop right in of Teresa’s driveway. Dior kept the car running and I got out.

   “Tiffany, I am very impatient. Don't leave me out here waiting in the car. If I have to come in there I'm shooting first and asking questions later.” Dior looked me up and down. He kind of turned me on the way he was demanding shit. “I love you, ma,” Dior shouted, interrupting my thoughts.

   “I love you more.” I closed the door behind me.

      As I walked up the driveway I couldn't control the erratic beating of my heart. Foreman’s black Cadillac truck was still parked in the driveway, so I knew they were inside. 

    When I walked inside of the black and white foyer I quietly closed the heavy glass door. It was in that moment I realized this was the very first time I’d visited Teresa’s home. I walked down the long hallway, admiring the black and white photos on the walls. There were pictures of Teresa when she was a child. I looked at each picture individually. Teresa was a beautiful woman. She hadn't aged at all. She was forty-five years old but didn't look a day over twenty-five. She had beautiful a beautiful tan skin complexion and long jet-black hair. She was very soft spoken. She was always calm and I never had a problem with her. I loved the way she cleaned our house, especially after my messy ass. I always left hair in the sink whenever I combed out my hair. I always forgot to turn off the hot curlers and I left my make up station cluttered with lipstick, foundation, and whatever eye lashes I put on that day. I could appreciate having a maid like Teresa around the house.

     I honestly was spoiled and I knew leaving Black would seem foolish to some, but none of that shit mattered. I wasn't happy. He treated me like I was his slave. I’d never been in jail but I would rather have been there instead of living under Black's rules and regulations. Any living conditions was better than being Black’s woman, and although it came with perks, none of that was worth having someone control your life.

         Teresa’s kitchen was so clean it looked as if no one ever cooked in there. There was an all-white island in the middle of the kitchen, a Sub-Zero refrigerator, and white cabinets and countertops. As I made my way around the kitchen I glanced at the beautiful backyard. Teresa had a beautiful garden with all of my favorite flowers. After exiting the kitchen I walked around to the doorway that led to another hallway where the living room and dining room where.

     When I walked into the living room Black was sitting on the all-white leather sectional holding a beautiful little girl in a pretty pink and white dress who appeared to be about five years old. Sitting across from them were Foreman and Landon, who had on the same clothes from the nightclub the other night. I stared at him, confused.

    “Tiffany, where have you been?” Black stood up to his feet. He gently put the little girl down beside him.

    “Daddy, I want Mommy.” The little girl looked up at him as she tugged at his pants.

    “Tiara, go upstairs with your brother and Mason.” Black bent down, kissing her on her forehead.

    I stood there more confused than ever. I guess Landon and Foreman saw the look on my face. They both stood up at the same time, shaking Black’s hand before heading through the glass siding doors that led to the back of the house. Neither one of them said a word to me and I didn't say one word to them.

    There I was, standing face to face with Black. He was much taller than me and bigger in size. In my eyes that didn't make him a man. For once in my life I decided to stand up for myself. I knew if anything was to happen Dior was right outside.

   “Black, is that your daughter?” I asked him as I stared coldly into his eyes.

   “Tiffany, yes, that is my daughter.”

   “You have a son too?”

   “I have a daughter and two sons.”

   “Black, you have a family with Teresa?”

   “Tiffany, I will never deny any of my children. Mason and you are my concern, however, you fail to realize that I am in control. Now I am asking you nicely. Where the fuck you been, Tiffany?” Black spat.

“ At this point, it doesn't matter where I been. You maybe in control around here. Today, you are done having control over me.” I stared deadly into this eyes.

“ Tiffany, you ain't nothing but young , dumb and full of cum. You feeling yourself I see. I give you a little freedom and you come strolling your ass in clothes that I brought and rocking two thousand dollar weave, so you think you big and bad now? Don't worry I won't put my hands on you. Underneath, all that shit you got on, you belong to me. I gave you this life and I refuse to stand here and let you think you can talk to me this type of way.”

   “Black, I am leaving and I am taking Mason with me. I appreciate what you did for us. But I am a grown woman now. I can take care of myself and Mason.”

   “You can leave but Mason will stay with me. You think you can survive out there in them streets without me? Go right ahead, Tiffany.” Black sat back down on the sofa, lighting his cigar.