Trapped Wishes: A Genie and Her Goon

  Trapped Wishes

  A Genie and Her Goon

  B. Love

  #BTheBeast

  Copyright © 2019 by B. Love

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  Contents

  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue

  Coming soon from B. Love

  Introduction

  Please note:

  This is a fairytale-fantasy-romance with an urban undertone. It WILL NOT be realistic. This book tells the story of a Genie and Immortal man falling in love QUICKLY. If you do not like instalove, fairytales, fantasy fiction, or books that have entertaining yet unrealistic things happening, please skip this read. Also, if vulgar language, the use of the N word, and steamy sex scenes offend you, please skip this read.

  Write again for you soon,

  2015

  Hareem Malik Nairobi

  Memphis, TN

  What was supposed to be the happiest day of my life left me numb. I couldn’t even hold my brand-new baby girl, Lovie, in my arms. A part of me felt like the moment I did, I would die. Literally. That was my fate as a Nairobi man.

  Every other man born within our bloodline was born immortal. The only way he could ever die was if he fell in love. Urysha, Queen Mother, had cursed the Nairobi bloodline thousands of years ago. Legend has it, Urysha fell in love with a Nairobi man who didn’t love her back. So she cursed him and his seeds and made it to where he could never love any other woman but her.

  For his family, the curse meant that Nairobi men would live forever – unless they fell in love. The moment the woman they loved died they would too.

  Every hundred years Nairobi men would shed their current bodies and start life all over again from the womb, but they would always have memories of their previous lives.

  Sandy Mills was my first love. We had our issues, but I respected and valued the fuck out of that woman. When I found out she was pregnant with my child, love for her began to grow within me. Truthfully, I didn’t think we would be together forever. Even though I loved her, there were some things about her that I couldn’t really see myself wanting to deal with for all of my life. That way of thinking changed the moment she told me she was pregnant.

  Now… Sandy was gone. She died giving birth to Lovie thirteen minutes ago, and I was waiting for my heart to stop as I held her hand. It was confusing to say the least. Typically, Nairobi men died within thirty seconds of their partner. But I was still alive. A part of me wondered if Queen Mother was having some kind of mercy on me, but Urysha was one cold ass bitch. She had mercy upon no one.

  The only other explanation I could fathom was that… maybe… I didn’t really love Sandy. But if I didn’t, what had I been feeling for her for the past eight months? Releasing her hand, my heart plummeted at the thought of my feelings for her not being real. She’d given me the greatest gift a woman could ever give a man and my heart still wasn’t capable of giving love.

  It wasn’t like I was ready to die or some shit, but a part of me still wanted to know what love felt like – no matter the risk.

  Closing my eyes, I stood and inhaled a deep breath. When I opened my eyes, I placed a kiss on Sandy’s cold lips and rested my forehead on hers. As a tear dropped from my eye, a strength enveloped me that I felt depleted of just moments ago. Lifting my body, I poked my chest out and mentally reminded myself of who the fuck I was.

  Hareem Malik Nairobi.

  Son of Diesel and Meerah Nairobi.

  My father had been blessed to avoid the curse and so had my younger brother. After him, we had a sister. So in my household, it was only me. For the longest time it made me feel like an outcast. Made me feel like there was no one who really understood me. Then I met Sandy, and I thought that would change. We had our fights here and there. She used to get so fucking mad when I told her I didn’t want to get married and have kids.

  But I was only doing that to protect our children. I didn’t want them to have to grow up without their parents. That seemed selfish as hell to me.

  Sandy’s mother asked me if I wanted her to go with me to see Lovie and I told her no.

  This was something that I had to do alone.

  As I looked at my sleeping beauty through the glass, it was as if time stood still. The only thing that pulled me out of my trance was the nurse standing on the side of me asking me if I wanted to go in and hold her. This time, I said yes. We went inside, and after washing my hands, I walked over to my beautiful baby girl and took her into my arms.

  This.

  This was what love felt like.

  It consumed me the moment Lovie woke up and looked into my eyes.

  Something else filled me, too.

  The need to always be here to protect my daughter.

  No matter what.

  It was just us now, so I had to do whatever it took to make sure I was always here for Lovie. If that meant guarding my heart and never risking falling in love again… asé. It will be so.

  1820

  Panaji, Goa – India

  Genevieve “Genie” Yates

  My aura was completely off. The pink and purple haze that usually permeated my body and filled the atmosphere was now black and gray. In a sense, I guess it represented the death of my union with Quenton. Or at least what I hoped was the death of my union with Quenton. As a Genie, it was completely against the rules to flee a master, but I didn’t have any other choice!

  Crimsen, our eternal Goddess Genie, would probably try to punish me for leaving and I would take it. I needed to be able to cleanse myself of how Quenton loved me. He was a narcissist, a psychopath, and overall terrible person. Somehow, he made enough room in his stone heart to love me, but it never felt like love to me. It felt like obsession, lust, and possession.

  Unlike most people, Quenton didn’t make his three wishes immediately; he made one wish every ten years. For the past twenty-nine years and three-hundred and sixty-four days, Quenton had been my master, and that had never happened before. The old pervert was in the middle of a spiel about his last wish, and because I knew what he was about to wish for, I used all my might to poof myself away from him.

  All I could do was pray that the rank dust I covered him with had been enough to poison him, otherwise I would be forced to return when he summoned me. Settling into my space in the Genie orb, I crossed my legs, lifted my hands with my fingers spread, and closed my eyes so I could begin to meditate. My incense and herbs had already been lit, so all I had to do was recite my chant and call upon the Queen of Love, Vanzette, to visit me.

  As I inhaled a deep breath, I visualized being in a field of sunflowers and roses, skipping merrily with joy in my heart and peace in my soul. Yes, I could fly and float as a genie, but I was also able to take on human form, and surprisingly, I preferred that most. I guess it was one of those instances where you wanted what you couldn’t have or wanted to be what you weren’t originally.

  While some would sell their soul to be able to possess the magic and abilities I had, I would give it all up to be free. Unfortunately, the only way for m
e to be free at this point was if someone wished me to be free – and no one was ever really that selfless.

  I’m not exactly sure how much time had passed as I meditated, but when I felt a bit calmer, I tried to call Vanzette to me. She only came to those who had pure hearts or who were suffering and truly in dire need.

  “Vanzette,” I whispered softly. I let a few seconds pass before calling out for her again. When she didn’t come, I figured my heart wasn’t pure enough. Opening my eyes, I released a soft, sad sigh. The darkness that once surrounded me within the orb had now turned yellow and orange with flashing stars floating around. Which was good because it signified that I was returning to myself. The moment I smiled, a hole began to form in the orb, and a host of baby genies began to sing the sweetest melody as Vanzette made her entrance.

  Even though she was the Queen of Love, she could have given the Queen of Beauty a run for her money. In her mystical form, Vanzette was truly one of the most beautiful beings I’d ever encountered. Her frame was gold, silver, and brown. Her shape was curvy. Her scent… sweet. As she floated over to me, I bowed before her as my heart calmed even more.

  Before she could even speak, I felt my body being pulled backwards. Slowly, my haze began to permeate the room. This time, purple and pink smoke began to leave me as I felt myself being pulled in the opposite direction of Vanzette.

  “No,” I cried softly at the sound of Quenton roaring my name.

  Meeting Vanzette’s eyes, hers were just as sad as mine as she reached her hand out for me. I tried to grab it, but Quenton’s pull was too strong. Ripped from my safe haven, I was poofed back to his home. To his room. To his toxic love that was really disguised hate. Not just for me, but pretty much everyone he ever came in contact with.

  As a genie, I wasn’t all-powerful. I had a great deal of it, but there were two things that I couldn’t do. Three if you counted not being able to free myself. I couldn’t kill anyone, and I couldn’t make someone love someone else. Other than that, I could literally do anything I was asked. Whether it was rewinding time or giving power, I was at Quenton’s evil disposal.

  I looked around his dimly lit by candles room, and my eyes landed on my gold lamp. It was my true home. Outside of the Genie orb, it was the only other place I truly felt safe.

  “Genie.” My eyes went back to Quenton’s direction. His smug smile and the twinkle in his eye alarmed me more than I was before I ran away. “I’m only going to ask you this once.”

  Pulling my hands behind my back, I inhaled a deep breath and waited for what I was sure he was about to ask.

  “Will you make love to me and be mine, Genie?”

  And there it was. I knew it was coming. He’d been trying his very hardest to make me his ever since I became his possession. But he’d been smart about it and didn’t try to use one of his wishes. He had, over the years, tried to force himself on me. Thankfully, I’d always been able to get away.

  “No. I will not.”

  There was no need for me to offer an explanation or anything else. Quenton wasn’t the first master I had that had fallen for me and wanted me intimately. It was always the same – men were always becoming smitten with me. Falling hopelessly in love with me. And I would never feel the same way. Naturally I was kind, caring, and giving. I was beautiful and empathetic. Even when I was just being of service and doing my job, men thought I was trying to impress them or that I liked them.

  “Very well. I’m ready to make my final wish then.” I nodded and bowed, giving him permission to continue. “For the past thirty years I’ve waited for you to see what you had in me. I’ve been nothing but good to you, Genie. And all you’ve done was take my kindness for granted.”

  Holding in my snicker, I lowered my head so he wouldn’t see my smile. Quenton had been everything but kind to me. Well, I take that back – he was kind after he’d done something horrible to me or someone else.

  “I wish to have just as much magic and power as you do.”

  Even though I hated granting this wish, I wanted to do so before he had a chance to change his request. If he had just as much power as me, he couldn’t force me to be with him. But if he had more power than me, he could force me to be with him and do whatever else he wanted me to do. Even though I knew the world would be a much worse place if Quenton had magical powers, I had to oblige.

  “Your wish is my command,” I agreed, lifting my hand to my mouth. Pointing it in his direction, I blew into the palm of my hand. Instantly, pink and purple haze began to float in his direction. He closed his eyes and smiled with his arms open. Ready to receive his power. Quenton’s feet lifted into the air as pink, purple, yellow, orange, and red bright, solar rings began to wrap around him.

  His laugh grew louder and harder as he began to slowly spin around. Once he was completely filled, Quenton’s feet lowered to the ground. His eyes opened, and they were now a shining silver.

  “I’m just as powerful as you now. We can be together forever. Will you have me now, Genie?”

  Squeezing the back of my neck, I shook my head slowly. My hand dropped, and I took a step back before vocally answering him.

  “No matter what you do, I will never be with you.”

  He laughed as he ran his hands down his face. Gray, black, and red haze began to shoot from him in spurts. I took another step back, unsure of what he would do at any moment.

  “All you had to do was be with me. Love me. We could have been a power couple, Genie. But you ruined that. Now, I’m going to ruin you. I’m going to show you how it feels to want someone who doesn’t want you.”

  My eyes trailed over to my lamp. If I could get to it before he got to me, I could leave and not have to ever see him again. But with him being just as powerful as me now, there was a chance that he would be able to stop me. My only hope at this point was becoming invisible, grabbing my lamp, and returning to the Genie orb. Even though I’d given Quenton power, he was still human. Still mortal. Still incapable of breaching mystical realms.

  Quickly, I made myself invisible and flew over to the table that held my lamp. As soon as I reached for it, Quenton grabbed the lamp and held it against his chest.

  “You want your lamp? Don’t worry, you’re about to go inside for quite some time.” His hand stretched to me as he commanded, “Reveal yourself.” Without my doing, I took human form again. “I curse you to eternal entrapment in this lamp until you learn to reciprocate love. You will never be free until you know what it means to love.”

  “What? No!”

  I rushed for the lamp, but he’d put an invisible shield between us. My hands and feet began to turn into purple and pink dust that slowly began to fill the lamp. His curse was being granted, and there was nothing I could do about it. Even if I tried to counter it, his fresh power versus my hundreds of years use would be no match. His was sharper, quicker, and I was ill prepared.

  The last thing I heard before being whisked off was Quenton mumbling, “I hope you can swim.”

  The sound of water surrounded my lamp. He’d banished me to the ocean. All I could do was pull my knees to my chest, lay down, and cry myself to sleep… praying I’d never wake up. While I felt safe in my lamp, I hated being trapped inside it for long periods of time. I needed to be free!

  The only thing worse than being mishandled while possessed and owned was being alone. Now, the only hope I had of being free was to be wished free or loving a man who would too love me. How was I, the giver of wishes, now wishing someone would soon love me? It didn’t matter. I was now trapped in this lamp… and trapped with my wish.

  2020

  Hareem

  Essence, Tennessee

  “I don’t want you to worry, okay?”

  Lovie’s chin dipped to her chest as she pouted. She gave me a pout nod as her head nodded slowly. For the past five years, I’d done everything I possibly could to make sure that I not only protected my daughter and kept her safe but that I was never taken away from her either. With me being a goon, an enf
orcer, that was kind of hard for me to do.

  When Lovie was first born, I said I would get out of the business. But it was one of those things that was easier said than done. My family operated a lucrative drug ring. I was strong enough to distance myself from the drugs, but I still worked with my family as an enforcer and head of security. Whenever we had issues with enemies, I handled it or sent someone on my team to do so.

  Every once in a while, I also hired myself out to anyone who needed my services. There was a part of me that got great pleasure out of fucking somebody up. The pain that came from losing Sandy, raising my daughter alone, and being an immortal black man was a lot to take on. I take that back; I wasn’t really raising Lovie alone. My mother had taken to her as if she was her daughter instead of her granddaughter, and my father and siblings helped out sometimes too.

  “I’m going to come and get you from grandma and pop pop’s house as soon as I can, Lovie. Put that lip back in.”

  She smiled softly as I pinched her cheek. With my case going on right now, I felt like it was best if she stayed with my parents until I got everything taken care of. I still planned to visit her, but I didn’t want her in the house with me. Pierre’s trust was fucked up at the moment, and if he felt like me or anyone else that was picked up would snitch, he would strike and hit anyone attached to us to keep us silent.

  “Yes, sir,” Lovie agreed as she wrapped her short arms around my neck. I held her for as long as I possibly could since I wouldn’t be able to tuck her in and kiss her goodnight tonight.