The Guard To My Sanctuary - Chapter 54: Chapter 54

Calloway
"Baby boy you mind making Papi a sandwich, I got the munchies," Germany asked me while plucking my ass watching it jiggle in my shorts and giggled in amusement.
"Do you mind never speaking in the third person ever again in your life," I asked turning in his direction looking at him laying in my bedspread out in his boxers which allowed a great view of his bulge.
"Fine, and don't be stingy with the cheese," he said crawling to the bottom of the bed and flipping me over to give me a kiss. He strayed to my neck and sucked on the skin which caused me to push him away.
"You did that on purpose," I said kicking my feet over the bed and hissing as my feet touched the cold ground. I hated the ways hickeys looked on me but he loved to leave the marks on my skin. I walked out of the room seeing Cartier with her boyfriend Marty in Beo's room since she was staying for the week and Ozias had Beo held up in his room doing god knows what. I waved at them and she cut her eyes at me.
"Stop staring at my man you man stealing whore," she said with an attitude.
"Bitch I do what I want. If I wanted your man I'd have him," I said glancing at Marty who was looking back and forth at us with amusement. He was a good looking brown-skinned guy with a runner's body and a chest full of tattoos. He always seemed to have a positive attitude and was the sweetest boyfriend Cartier had ever had. Cartier cracked a smile and blew a kiss at me which I returned and walked down the stairs to the kitchen where Ozias was which surprised me. His neck was covered in hickeys and he was shirtless while he was making a pitcher of strawberry kiwi Kool-aid.
"Hey spawn," I said walking to the kitchen.
"Hey Antichrist," he responded as I grabbed the cheese, mayo, ham, and mustard before moving to the pantry to grab the bread. I brought all the items to the counter.
"Look at you, so how is the life of a wife," he asked with a mischevious smile.
"Why don't you go pour yourself a glass of Pinesol instead of that Kool-aid," I responded grabbing a butter knife while getting to work on the food.
"So sensitive," he responded before speaking again, "guess what Maddox and Wylder are doing right now," he asked me and wiggled his eyebrows.
"About time, I'm sick of the water being cold when I go to take a shower after him," I said adding a generous amount of cheese to Germany's sandwich.
"Oh Dad called they made it to Virginia safely and would tell us everything when they get back," he said and my mood dropped immediately. A few days ago my grandfather got a call from my great Uncle Kunaal and was informed that he had developed the same exact type of cancer that took my biological grandmother. All of the adults had booked flights leaving all of the children here for the week which we had off for our October break to go help my uncle get settled and things like that. Maddox had taken it the hardest of us all since he and my uncle were big on soccer and we're always speaking about that. He wouldn't come out of his room and only wanted to see Wylder who had snuck over to check on him and was apparently making him feel much better.
"That's good," I sad getting to work on my own sandwich. I squeezed the spicy mustard on the bread feeling concerned. My grandmother had died from the disease, my uncle Pine was sick for months fighting it twice and now my Uncle who would have to fight like hell since he had slacked on his checkups and was in stage three.
"Yeah," he said pouring a generous amount of sugar into the pitcher and began stirring with a wooden spoon that I knew he was going to leave in the sink instead of washing it.
"So you and Beo seem to be getting along great," I said trying to not think about the depressing shit going on with my family on the other side of the country.
"Yeah I'm still figuring shit out but we're enjoying each other," he said to me. I was happy that he was proving me wrong for over a month in his treatment of Beo. They hadn't been fully out but taking baby steps in public. There were rumors going around about them which were only fueled by Ozias walking Beo to all of his classes sitting with him during lunch and doing everything but physical displays of affection. He was receiving some slack from the football team but that didn't stop Ozias from winning games.
"Well at least you're not a complete fuck nigga," I said grabbing the sandwiches leaving to go upstairs. I walked past Maddox's room and heard music playing louder than it needed to be and figured what Ozias had said was true. I didn't dwell too long on it, not wanting to picture what was going on and walked back to my room where Germany was still spread out in his boxers watching Alice in Wonderland which must have been a whole different experience while high, which he was.
"Thanks, baby boy," he said as I got closer and took a sandwich out of my hand. I watched as he devoured it while I bit around the edges making the sandwich forming it into a circle.
"I can't wait till we get married and have a whole bunch of days like this," he said pulling me closer to him.
"Nigga you're high," I said pushing his head softly.
"You right but I still mean it," he said to me then kissed me.
"Yeah right," I responded to finding my food and getting comfortable in his arms. He smelled like his Versace cologne and just a hint of weed.
"I'm serious I have everything planned out," he said to me.
"Alright," I said sarcastically," I bet you still got hoes on your phone."
"Bet," he said grabbing his phone from my nightstand where it was charging and handing it to me.
"It's not unlocked," I said pressing the home screen.
"Use your thumb, I put your fingerprint on there a few weeks ago while you were sleeping," he responded. I made a really face and pressed my right thumb to the home button and was surprised as it opened up. He chuckled as I started to look through his social media more to be right than anything. I knew he had nothing to hide when he handed me his phone unprompted but the petty in me needed for me to be right even if that meant I'd end up hurt. I found nothing of concern and was annoyed.
"I told you I was going to do this monogamous thing with you," he responded as I pulled his notification window down and strolled over to his private mode setting and opened it us seeing a keypad come up.
"What you have behind this," I asked him.
"Like pictures of my social security and messages or pictures from you that I don't want just anybody to see. I mean the pin is your birthday. Just type in the full thing," he said confidently. I opened it up and looked through his hidden photos and messages and only saw what he told me.
"Fine you were right," I said turning to kiss his cheek.
"Yeah you got to trust me more," he responded and turned me around to spoon me. The television cast an inky blue light over us and I could feel him inhale and exhale.
"So, now do you see I'm serious about you even though you have a little ass," he said palming me," you should really do more squats."
"Nigga what I have is enough," I said ready to go off on him.
"I'm just playing with you, you know you're perfect in my eyes. But as I was saying earlier. I plan on marrying you when you graduate. I'm thinking something big and ignorant because you deserve something opulent. Then you're going to move in with me, we could move closer to your family since I know you want to be around your brother's during college. After that, I'll move to wherever you go for med school and your residency. I can pay for it too but you'll probably get scholarships so that money can go to spoiling you. After you get through residency we can move to wherever you want to go to work. I mean I'll have to get out this drug shit which I'm working on before all this happens but we got two years so I'm good. As I was saying then we can start working on kids. I'd prefer two, one boy and a girl that would be spoiled as hell. I'd hopefully have more dispensaries that shouldn't require too much of me being there like the ones I have now so I can stay at home while you do what you love. Then we grow old and you know...Die," he said.
"Alright man with the plan who is having these two kids," I asked. I never really lied about not wanting to be pregnant myself mostly out of fear. My mommy did a good job of scaring me with the stories about his pregnancy drama.
"You, but we have time to prove you wrong," he said to me.
"But anyways go to bed I'm taking you and your family out so Y'all can enjoy yourselves instead of thinking about your uncle," he said turning the television off and snuggling up to me. I felt his hand slip into the front of my underwear and soon he was snoring. I smiled closing my own eyes to fall asleep...
"Baby it's time to wake up it's already eleven," I heard a masculine voice and felt someone shake me from a trippy dream of me swimming in cotton candy while talking to my cat Pixie who I could feel licking at my feet.
"I'm up," I said to him opening my eyes seeing Germany fully dressed while Goliath stood at his side with hit tongue out blowing his disgusting breath on me.
"Ewww,", I said pushing the dog away and kicked Pixie softly out of my bed.
"No cats, you shed," I said to her as if she really understood.
"Come on were going to the mall you need some new things," he said to me and I rolled my eyes. My closet was packed with clothes since mommy bought things for us anytime he was in a store. I had things I hadn't even taken out of the bags they came in.
"I don't need anything you need to save your money," I said to him getting up and out of the bed.
"I said what I said nigga," he responded going into my closet throwing an outfit out.
"I'm sorry who the hell are you speaking to and these aren't even my jeans, they are so baggy," I responded pulling the denim jeans that I was sure belonged to Maddox.
"They won't show your body and have niggas looking at you when we go out," he responded.
"I rolled my eyes and got up walking to my closet picking out my favorite pair of light wash denim slim cut jeans that might as well have been skin us in half a size above mine. I walked out of the room with my clothes despite his protest. In the hallway, Maddox was smiling big and wide in between whistling. He looked like he had ridden a unicorn that could shit glitter.
"I hope you used a condom," I said passing him and felt him spun me around and lift me in the air giving me a good spin.
"Yup, I know you don't want to be an uncle before we turn 25," he said placing me on the ground and ruffling my hair just as Cartier came out of the room and dragged me into the bathroom. She was already dressed and I saw that Marty was also dressed. She shut the bathroom door once we were inside then yanked my ear.
"Now I don't want you going and complaining about going to the mall. Your nigga handed all of us fifteen hundred dollars and I plan on updating my closet. You won't ruin this for me, a bitch needs new shit. Do we have a mutual understanding," she asked seriously. Her eyes were cold and piercing which was a family thing since all of my uncles could make that face and my mommy when he was really tired of us. Grandpa's gaze could turn you to stone especially if he had his gun strapped to his side.
"I understand, now can you let go of my ear before we have to get to boxing in this bathroom," I said and she smiled letting me go.
"Even on your best day and my worst you'd still be taking that L," she said which was true. She was a better boxer than my brothers and had gone undefeated till she quit and decided to go into the ballet which she was also great at all the way until she quit to do one of her many other hobbies. I smiled as she walked out of the room then pulled my clothes off to get ready for the day. When I was done I walked out seeing Goliath looking for some attention. I petted him and he followed me downstairs where everyone was waiting. Beo greeted me first walking over to me completely done up with a smile on his face.
"Bitch your man gave me somebody's rent just for knowing your ass. It's about to go down at Sephora," he said smiling at me.
"He's got to stop with all of that and don't waste all that money on makeup you should save that," I said to him.
"Save for what I could die tomorrow," he responded and reached to fix a hair that was out of place then skipped off to Ozias who was counting his money.
I walked over to Germany and was about to pull him to the side when Cartier cleared her throat and held her fist up at me.
"Thank you, Germany for today's outing. When are we leaving," she asked distracting Germany who seemed to be sober.
"We can go right now," he said grabbing my hand and pulling me to the front door ahead of everyone.
"I'm good baby boy, I know how much I can and can't spend. What's the point of having money just for it to sit there," he said and pulled us out of the house all the way to his Range Rover. Everyone followed us and climbed in managing to all fit somewhat comfortably. We rode around listening to exciting music which relaxed me. It took us not too long to get to Westfield shopping mall and the moment we made it everyone dispersed with their partners besides Maddox who was alone since Wylder had snuck back home.
"So where are we going first. Should I drape you in diamonds and gold, have you shining so bright the sun would get jealous or silks that have been woven by master designers," Germany asked me as we passed by Ozias who had Beo on his back.
"I don't know Urban Outfitters is having a sale," I said to him walking to a mall directory map.
"Your man has money to blow think bigger than what the average person on Tumblr is wearing. You can go get that stuff yourself," he said sucking his teeth before he spoke.
"Um, Topshop maybe or something from Nordstrom's," I said to him.
"That's more like it, and by the way I'm not trying to buy your love I just want you to be taken care of even better than what you already are," he said pulling me into a quick kiss then we walked off to different stores where he spent way too much money on me but I also got some nice additions to my wardrobe so I didn't complain. We were in the mall for three hours before we decided to stop at a sushi spot in the mall to eat and rest. We ordered our food and drank on our waters. Germany kept looking at me like he wanted to say something and I was waiting for him to speak.
"What's wrong Papi," I asked getting uncomfortable after the food was delivered and he kept staring.
"I'm just wondering how your parents feel about me now, specifically your Ma or Pa. He or she kept looking at me when we first met and I see him or her doing it every now and then. It's like he or she knows me or something," Germany said to me.
"You can call him a him, and for the hundredth time just call him Elm. Anyway, my Dad is coming around to you I guess. He won't be in the Germany fan club or anything but as long as you're still treating me right he'll tolerate you. Maybe in the future, he might even be fond of you. Now mommy doesn't really talk about you with me. He just asks if we're doing alright and leaves it at that which is odd of him. I haven't noticed any looks he's been giving you," I responded trying to think of anything suspicious but coming up with a blank.
"Oh okay, I didn't know how to bring it up I know how you and your brothers are behind him. I know he's been through a lot but it's just when he looks me dead in the eyes it's like he wants to fight me or run away," he said and I couldn't do anything but shrug my shoulders. I put a pin in that to ask when they got back in town. We finished eating then called everyone to see where they were so we could head back home to catch the game. They all agreed to meet at the car and Germany paid for the food leaving a tip before we got up and started making our way to the car.
"What's up Pop's," Germany said in his deep voice. I turned to him noticing he was on his phone. His face was serious which it always was when he spoke to his father. They didn't have a familial relationship it was all business from what I observed.
"What do you mean... I'll deal with that next week. Things are running fine right now if you're short that's on you I keep all of my records straight and send it directly to the email," he said hanging up.
"Sorry baby boy just some drama," he responded to me as we walked to the car where Cartier and Marty were waiting already wearing their new clothes.
"It's fine," I responded getting in. Something about this mysterious boss was starting to grab my interest. The way Germany got defensive which was rare for him really told me whoever he was must have been dangerous.