by Tee Jae
“I been trying to get in touch with you, what the fuck is going on?” she looked at me with anger in her eyes. “I'm hearing from the streets you hung up off a new bitch, that’s her?” she tried looking around me to get a glimpse of Brooklyn.
“Stassi, don’t ever fucking question me. You don’t belong to me, now get the fuck on and go enjoy yourself. Let Tessa know I said your drinks on the house tonight,” I winked at her referring to my bar manager.
She looked like she wanted to take it a little further, but Stassi knew better than to test me. “Happy now?” I asked Brooklyn returning to my seat. She grabbed what had to be her second bottle of champagne out the ice bucket, “Nope, you could’ve left the bitch begging. Ion want you.” She raised the bottle and took a shot to the head.
“Slow down ma, you trying to get fucked up?” I chuckled, placing the bottle back into the ice bucket.
She picked it back up, “Maybe I am,” she tried to place the bottle to her mouth and missed wasting the liquor on her chest, so I grabbed the bottle again.
“Ok, let's go,” I grabbed her hand tight as she drunkenly followed behind me and headed out the back entrance where Biggs was waiting with the car, where she fell straight to sleep.
Soon as we made it home, I carried her up to her room and laid her across the bed. I stared at her for a moment before removing her shoes. “Damn girl, them boots tight as hell or ya legs just that big,” I huffed trying to pull them off her. She was impaired lightly. I placed her under the covers fully dressed, turned off the light and headed to my master suite to retire for the night.
I stepped out of the shower and grabbed my ringing phone. It was 4 a.m. which only meant something was wrong, “Hello,” I answered quickly thinking the worst.
“Nigga, did you hit yet?” Khaza asked laughing in the phone.
“Nigga, fuck you, it ain't even like that,” I tried to say without smirking.
“Negro please, you my fucking big brother, nigga we pumping the same blood and lil mama badder than a motherfucker,” he said I could hear him blowing smoke from his blunt.
“Aye, you heard anything from Khaddo?” I asked switching the subject. “Something seemed off with him and Camille tonight.” I dried myself off before slipping under my silk sheets butt as naked.
“Khaza hurry up and nut. I been down here for 20 minutes,” I heard a chick in the back ground.
“Nigga, I know you not on the phone with me while you getting some head?” I took my phone away from my ear and looked at it before ending the call. This nigga all fucked up. I laughed to myself but that’s just how Khaza was even when we were little. I was always the calm but ruthless one, I thought everything out but once I release the beast it was no stopping me. Khaddo was always calculated and calm, but Khaza was wild at heart. He got a rush from the game and having access to as many bad bitches at his beck and call. His status brought all those things and more and that was right up his alley. Khaza and I was as street as it gets, while Khaddo preferred to stay in a suit all day and handle our legal business; a corporate thug.
I thought about my pops who instilled different qualities in each of us purposely, so we all distributed different assets to the empire. The Santana name held weight anywhere we went from down south to New York all the way to Cali. Some days I was ready to go legit and raise a family, however I had to make sure Khaza was groomed to take my place and the stage he in right now, I have a long way to go. Before I closed my eyes, I texted Biggs to make sure we had security on Khaza. Once he responded, I dozed off to sleep with Brooklyn on my mind.
Chapter 14
Brooklyn
5 a.m.
Khadi thought I was knocked out cold, but I was up and alert as much as I could be tossing and turning in my bed. I thought about Gator and wondered what was going through his mind at the moment. My mind wandered off to the day I laid eyes on his kids in the court room; they were the splitting image of him and that shit hurt. And his wife. His Wife? That didn’t even sound right crossing my mind. Being down in Miami with the Santana’s had me so preoccupied, I never really got to deal with all my pain.
“No more sad shit Brooklyn, he was in the wrong not you,” I whispered trying to give myself a pep talk.
I had so many unanswered questions like was he there for the birth? Their first steps? Most importantly, was I at home alone trusting my man to be out handling business when he was really building a family? Anger took over me as I thought about all of those things. I threw the covers off of me, I wanted to get back at him. I know two wrongs don’t make a right but dammit right now Khadi felt right. I walked out into the massive hallway towards the huge double doors that led to his room; turning the knob I walked inside.
Khadi was laying on his back shirtless slightly snoring, I took a minute and admired his sexy ass watching his chest move up and down. Damn, this man looked like god took a little extra time creating him; I was so attracted to him. I mean Khadi had that brown skin Adonis look going on with those dark eyes that made me weak in the knees. Standing at 6’4, he was muscular in all the right places with a perfect symmetrical face and the most perfect set of white teeth. His hair was cut in a low fade. He was half Haitian and half black and it showed in his features and body type. Even in his sleep he exuded power almost like it was seeping off his pores. I walked around to the other side of the bed and stepped out of my clothes before sliding into the silk sheets. Either this nigga was a hard sleeper or the liquor put him under. I scooted closer to him feeling under the sheets until my hand touched his manhood.
“Damn,” I whispered pulling my hand back surprised at his girth. I reached for it again but this time I grabbed it and he moaned in his sleep while I slid under the covers and placed his flaccid dick in my mouth, “mmmmmmm,” I moaned as I lowered my mouth on all eleven inches of his shaft. He smelled so fresh as I inhaled his scent while sucking on him like a lollipop.
He raised his head picking up the covers and I smiled sexily at him when his head dropped back on the pillow giving me the ok as I continued with my deadly head game. I ran my tongue from the tip of his head to the center of his nut sack until I felt his body tense up. He grabbed me and pulled me up on top of him.
“What you doing, ma?” his voice was low and sexy.
“I want you,” I whispered in his ear passing my hot tongue against his ear lobe.
I don’t know if it was the champagne, but I was one bold bitch right now. He ran his hands gently down my back until it reached my plump ass and he squeezed it. That turned me on, so I kissed him with so much passion sucking on his bottom lip. He flipped me over quickly on my back and trailed kisses down from my neck to my breasts taking his time while he sucked on each nipple succulently, right before he reached my bare pussy lips.
He laid flat on his stomach, bringing his face eye level with my pussy right before he separated my lips and latching on to my clit sending lite vibrations through my body.
“This…fat…ass…pussy… taste…so…good,” he spoke heavily, slapping his tongue up and down the slit of my pussy.
I’ve never had my pussy eaten the way Khadi was doing it. I halfway expected him to just lick it couple of times, but he was tongue fucking my love button like his life depended on it. Throwing both of my legs over his shoulder, he lowered his body down as far as it could go before lifting my ass and running his tongue from my clitoris all the way to my asshole. My legs started to shake uncontrollably as he repeated that routine for a couple more times, leaving me trembling and busting a nut right in his mouth. The room was spinning as he made his way from in between my legs, licking his lips while staring down at me before spreading my legs as far as they could go and sliding all eleven inches inside of me.
“Arghhhhhh,” I lifted my body a little as he thrusted himself inside of me. Immediately, my juices was flowing and my body was on fire you would think the wetness from pussy would have given him easier access but the size of his dick had me feeling like it was my first time.
/> “Damn, this pussy feels good,” Khadi moaned, covering my mouth with his slipping his tongue making me taste my own juices. I was so fucking turned on. This nigga had just given me the performance of a lifetime with the head game and here he was topping his last trick with the dick game.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I opened my legs wider, allowing him full access into my honey pot. I had to bite down on my bottom lip as the euphoric feeling filled my body while he was ramming his dick back and forth sensually while pulling on my hair.
“This my pussy now, you hear me?” he barked into my ear, causing my pussy to get wetter which I thought was impossible.
“Yes,” I moaned into his ear before lightly biting on it.
“That nigga and any other nigga is dead to you from now on.” He pounded harder making me squirt all over his lower stomach.
“Yes Daddy!” I cried out as I nutted for the second time in the last ten minutes. Khadi covered my lips with his and came with me, before collapsing on top of me.
*****
The constant ringing of my alarm wouldn’t stop even after I hit the snooze button and threw it across the room. I finally opened my eyes and looked to the right of me to find Khadi’s spot empty. I smiled to myself thinking about last night as I pulled the sheet and wrapped it around my body walking over and I picked up my phone silencing the alarm. I quickly grabbed my clothes off the floor and peeked out in the hallway making sure the coast was clear and ran back to my room before anyone seen me. I couldn’t believe the events of last night. I could blame it on the liquor, but I knew better; the physical attraction between Khadi and I was crazy. Jumping in the shower, I threw on some PINK grey sweats with the matching tank and slides and walked down stairs to look for Khadi to see if we could go out for lunch or something on the beach. It was well after 12 p.m., so I knew breakfast was over downstairs.
“What's up Biggs? Where everybody at?” I questioned as I walked into the living area taking a seat on the couch. Sundays were made for football, so it was unusually quiet without the guys here.
“Yesssssssss,” Biggs jumped up from the couch when the Miami dolphins scored a touchdown almost spilling the Corona bottle he held in his hand. “Uhhhh, Khadi had to fly out of town, so the guys decided to meet up at Khaza’s spot,” he nonchalantly answered me.
I pulled out my cell phone and quickly shot Khadi a text:
Me: Last night was amazing Didn’t know you had to go out of town wanted to do lunch. How long will you be gone?
A few minutes passed before he responded
Khadi: 3 days
I stared at my phone in disbelief. Damn, that was dry! That’s the shit I be referring too when it comes down to him and his funky ways. Last night he was so attentive and touched all the right places as if my body was molded just for him. Sex with Gator was never this deep, no doubt I believed he loved me, but he would never make love to me. The things Khadi did to my body, I never knew a man could do. He took me on a ride that I never wanted to end. Now after last night, I woke up more confused about us than ever.
It had been 2 days and still no word from Khadi and I was started to get bored just hanging around the house. I hadn’t seen Khali in a couple of days, so I decided to steal one of Khadi’s cars and drive over to her house. I made sure Biggs was sleep before I entered Khadi’s 6 car garage which looked more like a showroom floor at a dealership. The shiny floors beneath the expensive cars lit up as I walked around trying to decide on what car I would look good in. I wanted to take the Lamborghini, but it looked complicated to even open the door, so I decided on his brand new, black on black, Bentley truck.
I was in awe every time I pulled up to Khali’s condo, the waterfront building was so prestigious and classy just right for a single woman in a city like Miami. I gave the keys to valet and punched in her code as the elevator rode me up to her floor.
“Hey Brooklyn, what you doing here?” she asked while glancing back behind her.
"Girl, I’m sorry but I needed to talk to someone and my best friend Kassidy hasn’t called me back,” I answered her kicking off my Gucci tennis shoes and placing them next to the elevator. “The other night your brother and I..well…we ummmm”
“Fucked!” she said finishing off my sentence.
“Well yeah and I’m starting to think he’s avoiding me.” I walked over to the wet bar stressfully ready to pour me a shot.
“Ummm, Brooklyn…” Khali started before she was interrupted.
“Khali, who’s that?” I heard a deep familiar baritone voice
“I know that’s not who I think it is?” I asked Khali suspiciously and she looked like a deer caught in headlights as her eyes popped out of her head. Abandoning the bar, I started out to head toward the bedrooms.
“Uhhhhhhhh…wait,” she hollered trying to stop me from going into her guest bedroom.
I burst through the door and stared at Khadi lounging in the bed with his laptop sitting in his lap. He had the same dumb ass look his sister just had on her face. I guess this was his idea of out of town. My feelings were crushed, I couldn’t do anything but walk out. This was a prime example of how niggas will say anything while in your guts and not mean a fucking word.
“Brooklyn!” he called my name from the bedroom as I made my way to the front and slipped my shoes back on. I heard him calling my name, but I didn’t want to hear shit he had to say. “Brooklyn, I know you hear me!” He barked from behind me, but I was already making my way to the elevator. “STOP,” he roared scaring the shit out of me.
I don’t know why tears were forming in my eyes, I was becoming quite the cry baby these days. “Brooklyn what, Khadi huh? All this time you were hiding out from me at your sister’s house like a bitch? What kind of fuck boy shit is that?” tears clouded my eyes. “If you just wanted to fuck, that’s all you had to say maybe I wanted the same thing instead of running off like a fucking, lame ass, nigga.”
“Watch your choice of words, Brooklyn! Ima fucking Santana and bitch don’t run through our blood. Don’t ever let no shit slip out your mouth like that again.” He barked walking towards me with a look in his eye I’ve never seen before. I backed up against the elevator door scared. “A nigga just needed time to think that’s all. A woman is a distraction for me right now and I’m not sure you’re equipped to handle a man like me.”
I hit the button for the elevator and stepped inside, “Well, I guess we will never know but don’t you ever in your life call me a fucking distraction! I deserve more than for that to be the descriptive word you attach to me!”
He stepped back, “It really don’t help that your heart belongs to another nigga.”
“I don’t belong to him ANYMORE!!!!” I screamed.
“Tell me something, if you wouldn’t have gone down to that police station that morning and found out he was married where would you be, huh?
I kept my eyes on the floor avoiding eye contact with him as the doors closed. I drove back to his estate with so many emotions running through me, that I did not even bother to put his truck back in the garage.
“Brooklyn, I been calling your ass, where the hell you been? Khadi is going to flip knowing you took his Bentley truck without permission. He loves that truck more than he loves himself and you know he’s a conceded nigga.” He laughed as I walked through the door. Usually I’d join in on the jokes, but I wasn’t down with the shits today. I ran upstairs threw all my things in my suitcase and called me an Uber.
Chapter 15
Gator
“So, you’re telling me she was kissing this nigga?” I asked Justice as my knuckles turned white from gripping the steel table. A few days ago, I sent Justice down to Miami to check on Brooklyn because I haven’t been able to get in touch with her. The number she had was disconnected and Kassidy’s lying ass swore up and down she hadn’t spoken to her. I knew better though, they were like two peas in a pod they never go a day or two without any contact.
“Boss, I was incognito in the cl
ub, real low key so no one would notice me. Shorty was dancing on the nigga and everything. I even thought I seen them swap DNA, truth be told I don’t think she is working off no debt unless she paying him in pussy.” He laughed but quickly shut up after I gave him the look of death.
Hearing this shit crushed a nigga soul. I just didn’t want to believe it and being locked up and not able to do anything personally was aggravating the fuck out of me. I stood up pressing my fists against the table. “Imma kill that nigga!!!” I huffed pacing back and forth in the visiting room.
I was livid. I’m thinking her hoe ass riding for a nigga and she get to Miami and she fucking my connect. Brooklyn knew better than to even pick up on another niggas scent. I pulled my loosely hanging dreads into a ponytail from being overheated.
“Check this out J, run down to my crib and torch that bitch. That’ll bring her ass back to the A.” I sneered speaking out of anger. I needed to see her face fucking asap! I raised her ass, so I knew looking in her eyes she wouldn’t be able to lie to me.
“Say no more, Boss.” Justice pounded his fist into mines before exiting the visiting room.
I sat back in my chair and blew off some steam, before Yani walked in with my seeds. Dealing with Yani had been a little bit easier since Brooklyn’s been in Miami. Soon as she walked in Bella ran into my arms.
“Daddy! Daddy,” she ran into my arms and held onto me as tight as she could before placing a soft kiss on my cheek. Bella was so beautiful; her baby doll eyes, long eyelashes, and cute button nose were the exact replica of her mom. Her two long pigtails didn’t have a hair out of place with two pretty pink bows on each side that matched her pink jumpsuit. After Bella pulled away from me Yani walked up to me handing me C.J. who looked so much like me it was scary, off her hip and kissed my cheek before finding her way on the other side of the table.
