Sam's POV

I should have known the peace couldn't last with me and Lil Bit! 

Almost as soon as she recovered from the girls being born she was on me about letting her go do what we had originally planned, and we argued when I let her know I ain't with the shit no more, not that I ever really was, if Imma be honest.

In theory it was a good plan, people in place that were watching Tris every move, and that snake ass bitch Ali, as well. 

Tris had been touched a few times, and every time he left that crib in the Northeast, he was touched again, until he quit venturing out! 

My peoples loved Lil Bit, and my soldiers let me know that every time he was spotted, it was on sight.
While that slightly mollified me, it also made my thirst for his demise rise to the forefront of my thoughts.
I just had to figure out a way to murk his ass, without my girl finding out.

She will be furious with me, and cant say I blame her, because after all he's done to her, retribution should be hers, shit, I should just let her do it and be there for back up just in case shit goes left.
Here's the thing though.                                                                                                        My pride wont let me, let her!

She hasn't hardly left the girls side since she was discharged and they had to stay for a little while longer.
They were having to get treatments to allow their lungs to develop more, which I knew was necessary for their continued good health, but bad for me, because every time we had to leave, or I had to force Nik to come and get a good night sleep with me, which yeah I know, selfish of me cause i cant sleep right without her, she seemed sad and lost without them.                 
When she got to feeling lonesome, her wheels started to turn and then she'd be back to being right at my neck about her handling Tris.

 I cant even distract her with sex because I ain't tryna damage her internally, no nookie for me for at least another month. I mean yeah she did give me some brains, but if I cant slide up in her after, and satisfy her, I don't even really feel happy about letting her, and then plus, she kisses my babies with that mouth! 
Like I said before, I have nothing but love and respect for my girl. 
She didn't like it when I stopped her from giving me top the other night, she initiated it and I stopped her, I couldn't even stay hard!                                                                                                                           All I kept thinking about was my girls and when I thought bout them, my soldier went down for the count!
I tried to explain my position, that my love for her grew when she became the mother of my children, but she just looked at me like I was stepping out on her, and without another word, returned to her side of the bed and silently cried herself to sleep.                    I felt bad about that and I thought about ways to make her understand my thought process, but the best I could come up with was that once awhile back, I had called myself her baby daddy, and I vividly recall her reaction to that, I hadn't fully grasped what had her ticked at the term, all my boys called they girl, if they had a kid together, "baby mammas," but she hated it.                       
 I had a new nickname for her, we had a good laugh at it, because we were visiting my sister Candace, and her kids.
We had stepped outside to puff some trees together, since we would never smoke around them.
Candace stepped out on the porch with us, saying she wondered where we got to, and that our niece Michelle piped up with, "He's on the porch with Auntie Baby Mommerz,"
We all shared a laugh at that, and the nickname stuck, she's, "Auntie Baby Mommerz" now to Michelle, who hasn't called her anything else since!     

Where she would even get the notion that I'm making time with any other chic, I can't tell you, so don't ask me, WHERE would I even find the time? Between running operations at the shop, and getting my brother ready to go on his flight, spending time at the hospital, being a dutiful son to my momma, an Unk to my nieces and nephews, running around trying to make sure all my goddamn ducks is in a row, I don't have time for another female!
We ain't even gonna talk about how I ain't even attracted to anyone but her, either. Kind of pisses me off, so right now we ain't even sitting horses.
We don't barely speak, I'm moody, and she's irked at me so we both ignoring the fuck out each other.   
I'm sure once the kids get home she'll forget all about anything else.

Nik's POV

This man of mine is so annoying right now!                                                                He's so damned and determined to just make me forget what needs to be done, that it's infuriating!
Like I can or will just forget it.
Like it doesn't occupy damn near my every thought.
Like this intense hatred I feel isn't engulfing me, to the point where its all I can do to keep it from showing.                                                                                                                                                                    I have, unbeknownst to Sam, been talking to Ali Cat. I have also, been making my own set of plans, because I cant live in the same world that Tris still occupies.
I have no assurances that he wont come for me, and when he cant get to me easily, bide his time, till even years go past, to get his measure of revenge!  There's too many variables, so I have to take the threat out of the equation. 
It has to be me, and it has to be now, whether or not Sam approves.
He's gonna be furious, but it's not his problem, it's mine. I hope he'll forgive me for doing what needs to be done, bit if he would've just listened to me instead of ignoring me, I wouldn't have had to go to this extreme.

I wait and I plot and scheme and there was a last minute decision for Sam to depart from our house and meet and bring Smythe home on his return.

I was waiting for him to leave and as soon as he did I was planning on getting ghost, but Sam he knows me all too well and brought me with him to the airport, mainly so I wouldn't book it.
Urghhh!
He caught me tryna give him the slip! He gave me a really evil look and chuckled saying he had never hit me before and wasn't about to start now but that lil stunt I tried to pull earned me a punishment!
So, I just sat around for days on my best behavior, visited the girls, came home and cooked and then stored more food then we could possibly eat in 6 months and waited for his form of a punishment.
He didn't give me the silent treatment, or put me on a restriction because we wasn't having sex anyway but he wasn't as affectionate as he normally is either.

Then one night as I laid there, staring at the ceiling, trying to formulate a new plan, he cam in our room and told me it was time to pay for what I'd tried to pull.

What followed made me second and third guess ever trying something slick again.
He gave me the spanking he said I deserved, turned me over his knee and everything, like the errant child I had behaved like, and then because we couldn't do anything sexual in the vajayjay, we had anal relations.
I hated it. It hurt and he didn't take the time to make it feel good.
It wasn't supposed to feel good and it was also his way of asserting his dominance over me.
When it was over, he didn't cuddle with me or wipe away my tears.
Instead he gave me a rather cold look and told me that every time he catches me about to go do something that incredibly stupid, that will be my consequence: a spanking and anal.
I really didn't mind the spanking when its followed with awesome sex, but not anal
Which believe me gave me pause and really hampered my movements for a minute since I could barely walk or sit comfortably!
He literally ripped me a new asshole and didn't feel a moments remorse of having done it either!
 
Once my punishment was out of the way he went back to cuddling me, being his normal self, but he kept a close eye on me.

He tested me one day too, he left to go make a run and drop off some consignment to his blocks he had on lock was gone for hours and when he came back in a really bad mood.

Apparently Wiz had talked to a few of his captains and tried to turn them by offering more money, but Sam's team is a loyal bunch and are with him for more than recompense.

I hadn't moved an inch from where he left me.
I rubbed his back, which oddly enough always turns me on and then, I attempted again to go down on him.
He allowed me to at first even tangled his hands in my ponytail and then, nothing.
He couldn't stay hard!
I sat up and looked at him.feeling betrayed  and demanded to know who's ass I needed to go beat!
He isn't getting any here, and he's moody and distant.

He ran his hands over his face, and said there wasn't one girl, there were two that he couldn't get out his mind and I would just have to be content with waiting till they came over.

Oooh, was I furious! The NERVE of him thinking we would add additional females to our shenanigans.
I would never be that chick who had threesomes, not that I cared what other girls did, but for me the idea of any girl munching me, or me doing the same to her literally turns my stomach!
I gave him a look fraught with danger and whispered, "what did yu just say" while legitly planning on getting a sharp knife.
I looked down at him and saw he was watching me with a smirk, and he sat up with me still on his lap, hugged me tightly while kissing my neck
in a way only he can.
"Simmer down Lil Bit, I ain't cheating on you. The girls I can't wait to bring home are ours...you know, the Twins??"

Oh, oooohhh. Oooooook, yeah I must be more sleep deprived than I realized.
I popped him on his chest with the back of my  knuckles, called him an ass then giggled.
He laughed and said that he cant allow me to give him oral anymore, because I kiss his babies with my mouth!
I sent him  scathingly hot sexy look and remind him that's what toothbrushes and mouthwash is designed for.
I felt him grow under me and then I shimmied my way down his body and gave him what we both needed.

We really needed that bonding moment , and I'm sure that him not allowing me to do that to him is a thing of the past.

I still haven't given up on plotting a way around him, but as of now. I'm just behaving myself, outwardly at least.
Inside I'm a mass of nerves and plans, plots and schemes.

I have to do what needs to be done!
With or without Sam,  I need to make sure my babies will never ever have to exist in a world that occupies my arch nemesis, Tristan Wright!

Watch me work, IT'S ON!