by Ghost
It felt good, but I didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about. I was my own man. There was no way I was about to live in another nigga’s shadow. Fuck that. I was a boss at heart. I pulled down her shoulder straps to release them titties. They spilled out, all tanned and shit. The nipples were rosy colored. big, and covered a nice portion of the mound when they were fully erect.
She stood up with her fist around my dick stroking it. “Suck them Phoenix. Suck these white titties.”
I leaned forward and I sucked them boys into my mouth one at a time, squeezing them together. They were nice and heavy, warm, and smelled like jasmine. I nipped at the nipples with my teeth. Then took them into my mouth, one at a time, sucking them with vigor.
She tossed her head back and moaned loudly. “Oh, yes. I gotta have some of this cock. I just have to. Come on baby.” She straddled my lap and climbed aboard, leaning, her hard nipples into my face, and slowly slid down on to my pole, swallowing me whole. “Uhhh! Yes, that shit feels so good. It feels so good baby.” She glided up and down. Her tunnel felt hot and swampy.
The tanned breasts rubbed against the side of my cheek. I had my eyes closed whole she bounced up and down on me. This was my first time fuckin a snow bunny, an older one at that. Nastia looked every bit of forty, give or take a few years. She dug her nails into my shoulders, and bounced higher and higher, throwing her blond hair all over the place.
I held her hips and made her ride me harder and faster. The queen size bed rocked up and down. Her moans got louder. “Ride this dick, bitch. Ride this black mafucka.”
She groaned and came hard. “Awwww yes! Yes! Talk that shit to me. Uh. Uh.” She was riding me so fast that her hips were a blur. Her pussy was so wet that my entire lap was drenched in her fluids. “Fuck me. Fuck meeeee-yuh!”
I flipped Nastia’s ass on to her back and grabbed her by the throat. Then I threw her right leg on my shoulder and started hitting that pussy as hard as I could. I mean I was killing that shit. Making sure I was going as deep as I could, before pulling all the way back, and slamming it back home hard as fuck. I wanted to touch her inside of her stomach. Whatever she ate last I was trying to touch that shit.
Her big breasts wobbled and shook on her chest. The right one rubbed up against the silk sheets as I killed her pussy. “Yes. Yes. Aww fuck. Yes. Harder. Fuck this cunt harder. Oh, shit I love it. I love it, Taurus.” She screamed with her eyes closed tightly.
Taurus? Really. No, this bitch wasn’t thinking about my uncle while I was ten inches deep in this pussy. That would have been a shot to the ego of a lesser man, but I had a hidden agenda. I needed her plug. I needed her influence. I needed this bitch to get me rich. If she wanted to imagine that I was my uncle while I was all up in this ass, then so be it. “Gimme this pussy Nastia. Fuck me back baby. Uh, fuck. I missed you so much. I missed this pink cunt Nastia. I missed it so much!” I sped up and started hitting that shit so hard that I was hurting myself. I saw how it looked for my black dick to shoot in and out of her pussy and it was mesmerizing. I was hitting that shit so hard that her cat was swelling up. All kinds of juice was pouring out of her. This sight affected me in such of way that I felt myself beginning to cum.
She sat all the way up and tried to kiss me. No suh. I pushed that bitch back and sped up my pace before I pulled out at just the right time and came all over them pretty ass tanned titties. She rubbed it in like lotion, then grabbed my piece and sucked it into her mouth draining me.
Chapter 15
Not only did Nastia somehow, some way get the police to get off my ass, but there was no longer a warrant out for my arrest.
Apparently, some other nigga that had been caught red handed for two murders and a bank robbery confessed to the shootings that I’d taken part in. I didn’t know how he could do such a thing when I knew I was guilty of the offenses, but Mikey said that’s how street politics worked when you were fuckin with bosses. And Nastia was most definitely that. Just because the police were no longer pursuing me for those murders didn’t mean that Bryon’s people weren’t.
Toya was still missing in action. Nobody had heard anything from her, and four months had passed already. I was worried, and ready to make a move on those Black Haven niggas. It seemed like every time I got ready to out a plan in action, Nastia had a mission lined up for me and Mikey that we had to accomplish right away. Though each mission was lucrative, I was beginning to become annoyed. I felt shackled and smothered by the powerful Russian. In a matter of months, she’d become obsessed with me. Openly at that. She’d admitted that shit to Mikey and me on more than one occasion. I didn’t know what to do other than to keep giving her this black dick.
On the flip side, she plugged us with the Rebirth. The Rebirth was the most addictive, and chemically enhanced heroin that anybody could come by. In order to get it you had to go straight through Nastia and her connects. She was real particular about who she put in the game with it. But lucky for me and Mikey she gave us the green light, and we were going harder than an erection.
Since Mikey had his Brooklyn boys doing the most for him, I decided to snatch up Smoke and his crew of eight. Nastia hit me with eight bricks of the Rebirth. Nickel and diming it up, I was set to make eighty bands off each one totaling a hundred and eighty thousand dollars, easily. That was the mission, so I had the lil homies aluminum foil it up just like that. We snatched up three trap houses right inside of the Mound and got to going crazy. Once the dope heads found out that we were pushing the Rebirth it was a rap. In a matter of a few days they were forming long lines to get served.
There were two main twelves that walked the beat of our section of the Mound named Links and Jack. Jack was a dark skinned, tall copper with a bald head and bad breath. His partner, Links was just as tall, but he was white. The first time they saw the dope line leading from our trap they respectfully made their way through the crowd, until they were at the front if it. Once there they knocked on the door, just as I was pulling up in my brand new black on black 2020 Range Rover that Nastia had brought for me just out the blue. When I saw them, I jogged to the front of the line, and asked the officers to step aside.
Jack mugged me, on the hot summer day. Beads of sweat dripped down the side of his face, and from his chin. “This your lil operation here?” He asked.
The line continued to go on about their business. That was one thing about the feens in Memphis. They didn’t care about the police or nobody else. They minded their own business and carried on about their day. Smoke and my servers continued to sell bags as if two officers of the law were not standing right amid everything.
“Yeah Mane, this my lil spot and we need to conduct a lil business. That’s my bad for not hollering at you fellas ahead of time. I know y’all run this shit.” It was in my best interest to stroke their egos. On the low, I didn’t give a fuck about neither one of them pigs. My first step was going to be to get them on the payroll, and I hoped they played ball. If they did not, then step two promised to be ugly. I didn’t mind smoking one, or both. I mean I didn’t want that heat, but at that same time I was making thirty thousand dollars a day in cash. That was on a bad day. In my opinion any life was at stake if it prevented me from making that kind of money.
Links surveyed the line and shook his head. “He gots to be making every bit of twenty grand out of here a day. Look at this shit. Its ridiculous.”
Four more people came and stood in the line. Smoke’s crew walked up and down it shouting orders to keep the line straight and single file. They threatened that if anybody had a hard time following those commands that they could leave and never return. I could make out the butts of their guns poking from their shirts and I was sure the officers could as well.
A short distance away, a bunch of little boys were throwing a football back and forth to each other. A ways from them five little girls were playing hopscotch. It was so hot outside that I could literally make out the waves in the atmosphere. It had to be every bit of a hundred and five degrees.
“What you need to talk to us about?” Jack asked sizing me up. “We got enough evidence right now, along with your admission to take you to the precinct. And if I can recall there was just a warrant out for your arrest a few months back. Somehow the order was taken back. You must know somebody that knows somebody, boy?”
I scoffed. Here we go with is boy shit. In Memphis whenever somebody called you a boy that was a major sign of disrespect. It was equivalent to being called a ho, or a bitch nigga. When a white person, or the police called you that it was a fancy way of them calling you a nigger, or something along those lines.
“Say we ain’t gotta do all of that boy shit. Clearly, we need to get an understanding so that both sides are happy here. So, if you will, please let’s take a walk.”
“Yeah, right to the squad car. Let’s go, sonny boy.” Links added and took a hold of my arm.
I allowed this to happen. The only thing that spooked me was that I had two nine millimeters on me, fifteen thousand in cash that I was going to use to pay Smoke with, and in turn he would pay his workers, and about a quarter zip of the Rebirth. If they wanted to be petty, they could pat me down, find everything, and take me in for a long time. If that happened, I would’ve been fucked.
They led me to the squad car and put me in the back seat. Smoke ran out of the trap with his hand under his shirt. “Hold the fuck on Mane. What y’all about to do wit the homie?” He yelled.
“Get back! You get back right now you little muthafucka or I swear to God I’ll turn you into target practice?” Jack yelled, pulling his service weapon out of the holster and aiming it at Smoke.
Smoke mugged him, and slowly backed up. “Yeah, aiight Mane. Hit my phone when you need to make bail big bruh. This that fuck shit wit these people Mane. I hate you sons of bitches!” He snapped.
Jack returned his weapon and got into the driver’s seat. Behind him the long line continued to get their work and keep it moving. “Boy you lucky I don’t go out there and break that line up. How much would that cost you for the day? He grunted.
Links laughed. “Those addicts would be right back as soon as we pulled away. My sources tell me that they’re using a mix so potent that the addicts are coming all the way from Black Haven just to get a taste. You stepping on a lot of toes, Mr...?”
“Just call me Phoenix.” I said wondering why they hadn’t patted me down. I could pop both in the back of the head and get away with it if I so chose to.
“Nall we gon call you doing Fed time if you’re not trying to play ball.” Links quipped. “Now what do you wanna talk to us about?”
“Money. What else could we have in common?” I looked at the back of their heads as they pulled out of Orange Mound.
“Money.” Jack joked and tapped his partners shoulder. “And just how money are we talking?”
“Well, I know y’all ain’t making shit but thirty to forty thousand a year. The pay is not worth the job. If you fuck wit me, you ain’t gotta do shit but stay out of my way. Let me do my thing for a few months, and for the inconvenience I’ll pay you five a piece every week. In two months, you’ll make your entire salary that you would have made with the department.”
Links looked over to Jack and then back to me. Motherfucker are you dumb? You think we’re going to accept a measly twenty grand a month when you’re making that in a day. You gotta be kidding me. Either you double it or kiss our asses. Find yourself a new spot to infect because we’re going to evict you from this one.”
I was prepared to give them twenty a piece. I was making more than that everyday. But when it came to the game and haggling you were always supposed to start low and negotiate from there. Because I had used that tactic, I was saving myself ten gees a week. “You know what, even though that’s going to hurt me a bit, I gotta do what I gotta do. Ten it is. Here go five a piece right now. I’ll give you the other five this Friday. From every Friday on out I’ll have the twenty. All I ask is that you keep me wit a heads up. Protect your investment and respect my hustle.”
Jack stopped at a red light and turned around his seat. “Sucka, you’re still on your own. All that money gon buy you is breathing room from us. Orange Mound belongs to me and this man. We’re your land lords. Keep us right, and we’ll see to it that your stay on our turf is as habitable as possible. But when it comes to the other animals that will be looking to devour you soon, our hands are tied. We’ll protect you from the law, but not the streets.”
“Yeah you got that home boy?” Links asked.
I counted out ten bands and gave them five a piece. “The last thing I’m worried about is the animals of the streets.” I meant that shit.
***
A month later, I sat beside Mikey at his trap in North Memphis and counted five hundred thousand dollars in cash by hand. By the end of all of that counting my head was pounding like it was being struck wit a hammer. I loaded my money into my duffle bag nice and neat, and zipped it up. Just as I was getting up to grab me a bottle of codeine so I could add it to my Sprite, my phone buzzed, and Toya’s picture popped up on it. At first, I thought I was seeing things. I hadn’t heard from her in so long that I just knew it couldn’t be true. I stood up and mugged the phone as it continued to ring.
Mikey gave me a what up nod. “Fuck, what wrong wit you?” He asked crushing two Perks sixties on a silver platter.
“Dis my baby mama right here, Mane. I ain’t heard from her ass in almost six months.” I didn’t know what to do.
I felt like I had a bunch of butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t know if I was more worried, or angry that she’d been gone for so long.
“Playboy, answer dat mafucka. Ain’t no sense in that bitch to keep on ringing. Find out what’s good wit shawty monkey ass. She got a whole ass daughter wit you.” He said, before lowering his head and taking a line to the dome.
I nodded, put my ear piece into my ear, and answered the phone. “Shawty where da fuck you been? You got my daughter all worried about you and shit, Mane. And I bet not find out that you was the one that tried to have me killed.”
The phone was quiet on the other end. After a moment there was laughing that came from a deep voice. “Say Potna, this ain’t no muthafuckin Toya just yet. You see, me and you gotta talk some bidness before you’re able to jam wit that bitch again.” He said.
“Mane who da fuck is dis?”, I snapped.
Mikey tooted his last line and stood up. “Fuck going on, Bruh?”
“Dis Black Haven muthafucka. Just because you got the law off yo ass, that don’t mean you don’t owe the hood. Mafuckas hear you out there getting it now. Large quantities, and bundles of cash. Well if you wanna see your daughter mama again, you’re about to come off a lot of that shit. I mean the mafuckas around my way is starving. We need to eat my nigga, and the only way we about to sit at a buffet is if you and yo right hand set that bitch out before us. That’s how shit finna go.”
“You got me fucked up nigga. I don’t negotiate wit bum niggas. Fuck you and all of them niggas over there in Black Haven. Sides, how I know my baby mama ain’t already dead?” I hollered into the phone.
Now Mikey was mugging me. “Put that shit on speaker, Mane. Let me hear what the fuck they talking bout. Sound like they on some extortion shit.”
“Yeah put this bitch on speaker because I got something to say to his bitch ass too.”
I pulled out my ear plugs and flipped the phone to speaker. “If you got Toya nigga let me hear my bitch right now.” I encouraged. My mind was racing like two sprinters in the Olympics.
“Say Mikey, I got yo thick ass mama too, and ya pops. We was tryna get that pregnant bitch of yours but mafuckas ran out of time. Soon though. The fee is a million a piece nigga. You got two weeks and I better have my shit. I’ma text both of you fuck niggas the time and the place to drop my shit off at. Come late on my scratch and I’m whacking this old bitch first. Now try me. I’ma be in touch.” The phone went dead.
We both stood dumbfounded. My heart wa
s pounding in my chest. I didn’t know what to think, or what to do. I looked my phone over stupidly.
Mikey picked up his phone. Scrolled down the call log and hit his mother’s number on speaker phone. It rangandrang. Then he called his father’s line. It did the same thing. “Mane, this nigga gotta be bluffing. I know this nigga ain’t got my mama and daddy, Bruh. My people don’t fuck wit nobody. Come on let’s roll out to my mama crib. She stay twelve blocks away. If this nigga touched my peoples, Mane. I’m bout to blow Black Haven off the map. Believe that, like a true story.” He headed for his trap house’s back stairs.
I could feel that the next chapters of our lives were about to be full of drama and chaos. I grabbed my jacket from the back of the couch and followed him outside and into the pouring rain.
Chapter 16
“Aw hell nall, Mane!” The lightning flashed across the sky as Mikey ran up his mother’s front porch steps and took them two at a time. The front door was wide open and hanging off the hinges. He pushed it aside and ran into the house.
I was a short distance behind him. Thunder roared in the sky like an angry lion. The rainfall intensified. The steps were a bit slippery, but I did what I could to keep my balance. Then I was inside and running behind the homie.
When I got inside, the house was in shambles. The living room table was turned upside down. The China cabinet was shattered. There was glass all over the carpet, along with muddy footprints. We rushed into his mother’s bedroom. It was empty. The bed had been flipped on its side. We came out of there and met up in the kitchen. There were broken dishes all over the floor. The refrigerator was pushed over, and the cabinets were open. A lot of the food that had been inside of them was now on the kitchen floor. There were busted open cereal boxes, and the deep freezer’s contents were also all over the floor.
