by Lucinda John
“You know you shouldn’t drink so much.”
“Is this what you came up here for?” I asked taking a swig of a new bottle of Jack Daniels.
“No. I came to tell you I made lunch for you. You’ve been drinking on an empty stomach,” she said sounding so sincere.
“I’m good.”
“Well, can you at least eat something? I’m worried about you.”
“Ok.” I shrugged just so she could get out of my face.
I wasn’t trying to be rude, but my mind was all fucked up and the only thing that could calm me down was knowing my girl and baby were both okay.
After finishing my bottle, I decided to go downstairs. Amanda was sitting at the table eating a salad.
“Is that what you made for lunch?” I asked laughing.
“Well, I made this for me, your lunch is in the microwave.” She smiled before stuffing another fork full of lettuce in her mouth. I opened the oven and unwrapped the food. As soon as I began to unwrap the food, my stomach began to cry out in hunger when the smell of the shrimp and fish tacos hit me. I grabbed a bottle of water out the fridge and sat down across from her.
“This is really good,” I complimented her while taking a bite of the tacos.
“Thanks. I use to work at Red Lobsters, so I stole most of their recipes.”
“Can you make the biscuits, too?”
“Hell yeah!” she said and we both laughed.
When we finished eating, I did the dishes while she rolled a few blunts. I grabbed her a bottle of wine and myself a Heineken. We sat by the poolside to smoke and drink.
“Let’s go swimming,” she said out of the blue.
“Nah, I’m good,” I replied taking another pull on the blunt.
“Okay then.”
She stood up and undressed until she was as naked as the day she entered the world. The hair on her pussy was shaved to form a pair of lips.
“Like what you see?” she smirked before jumping in the water.
After watching her swim a few laps in the water, I got up to take a cold shower and sober up.
Five minutes into my shower, I felt the shower door slide open.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Shhh,” she said before getting on her knees and swallowing my dick.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” I yelled out as she used her tongue ring to play with the head of my dick.
She sucked me gently yet firm. Feeling my nut build up, I rammed my dick deeper down her throat and like the champ she was, she didn’t gag once. I fed her all my babies and she happily swallowed them. She got off of her knees and walked out as quickly as she came in.
Damn!
Chapter 3
Bear
Riding around in my ivory and black 2014 Lamborghini, blasting Young Thug’s Lifestyle, I was loving life. I just got brains from one of the baddest bitches in Dubai and I was about to go home and smash twins. A nigga was really living.
At first, I was mad James’ punk ass was able to get to Lala first, but it was all good though. I was still able to get some money out of Stacks’ ass by making it seem like I had her. The night I went to kidnap Lala, James already had her, so I planted a note and phone in the house to set Stacks up.
The night of the pickup that nigga was supposed to be dead, but those dumb ass niggas I hired couldn’t even kill a fly with a fly swatter. I had Tasha go work with James, so she could take care of the situation. No matter how bad I wanted to do the honors myself there were too many hits out on me, and I wasn’t taking that chance.
“Hello?” I roared into my ringing phone.
“Man this nigga is bitching up,” Tasha huffed.
“What you mean?”
“I knew he had no intentions to kill the bitch. He had a doctor come check on the baby.”
“Did he tell you why?” I asked rolling a blunt.
“For insurance.”
“Insurance on what?”
“To insure once he contact Stacks, he’ll believe he has Lala for real since the first time was a set-up.”
“You think he’s lying?” I asked taking a long pull of the blunt.
“Hell yeah. I think he plans on killing Stacks, taking Lala, and running off with the money.”
“Keep a close eye on him, if he jumps wrong body his ass. We don’t need him anyway,” I said hanging up the phone.
* * *
Pulling up to my two story five bedroom three bathroom villa, I parked my car in the driveway and made my way inside. The sight of the twins walking around my kitchen ass naked made a nigga dick hard.
“We missed you daddy,” Thing one purred sitting a plate of food on the table.
“I did too,” Thing two co-signed pouring me a stiff glass of Vodka.
“I missed y’all fat asses, too. Go get cleaned up for daddy, I’ll be up there in a minute,” I replied slapping them both on the ass.
The jiggle effect was something serious. The chicks in the U.S had nothing on these healthy booty bitches in Dubai. I sat back and enjoyed the Ghuzi (Roasted lamb with rice and vegetable), another thing I loved about Dubai was how good the food was. A nigga could eat, so I ain’t have no problem trying new shit.
Drinking down my cup of Absolute Vodka with an X pill, I poured me another cup and rolled a blunt. These freaky bitches had the stamina of a horse. I needed the extra effect of the pill to keep my ass going.
Walking in the playroom, I saw Thing One’s legs draped across the edge of the hot tub and Thing Two’s head was underwater eating her out. I ain’t know if this type of shit was legal in this country, but I ain’t give a fuck hell if they liked it, I loved it.
I stood there watching, slow sipping on my drink and smoking the blunt. I could already feel the effect of the weed, liquor, and pill plus my dick was already at attention ready to salute a bitch.
“Come join us daddy,” Thing Two said coming up from under the water and now sucking on her sister’s breast. I wasted no time taking off all my clothes and jumping in with them.
Once I was laid back comfortably, Thing One took the blunt out of my hand, inhaled the smoke, and blew it in my mouth. I inhaled the smoke, released it out my nose, and stuck my tongue down her throat. Thing Two climbed on the edge of the hot tub and squatted in front of my face while Thing One’s head went under water to suck my wood.
I sucked her pussy; matching the rhythm while I was getting my dick sucked too. When I felt my nut building up, I gripped Thing Two’s ass, shoved her pussy deeper into my face, and feasted on her kitty making that shit squirt all in my mouth and nose.
Relocating to the bed, Thing Two handcuffed my hands to the bedpost. They took freaky to another loved. She pulled out a Magnum XL, shielding my dick before she slid down on it.
“Ohhhh daddy damn.” She moaned as every inch of me hit her all in her chest. For a big nigga, I knew my dick game was insane.
“My turn,” Thing One said as she slid down on my dick and rode me like she was in a rush to get somewhere.
“Oh damn, do that shit,” I groaned feeling myself about to bust a fat one. Feeling my dick go stiff she pulled off the condom, and they took turns sucking my dick until I blew down Thing Two’s throat. Being the freaky bitches that they were, they tongue kissed and swapped my nut from one mouth to the other.
“Uncuff me and let me beat that shit up!” I demanded.
“Why is my brother still alive?” Pablo’s voice boomed through the room freezing me in place. I clapped my hands to turn on the lights and was face to face with the most ruthless nigga ever.
“Apparently, the dumb ass you hired isn’t doing his job right,” I said lying back in the bed, grabbing a pre-rolled joint from behind my ear, and lighting it up.
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“James is taking longer than expected to carry out on the plan and it seems to me that he doesn’t want to kill the girl.”
“I don’t g
ive a fuck! Look how lovely I have you living. I’m the reason you’re in here fucking twin sisters! All I want is my nigger brother dead! First, you fail to kill Paco, now this. What kind of man are you? You useless piece shit!” he spat with venom.
I felt the back of my neck get real hot. I wanted to murk his ass and show him I could kill, but I decided against it.
“I want my brother dead now, or I will personally kill all of you motherfuckers on my own,” he said.
“Just chill,” I said, “It will be done. I WILL GET IT DONE! Come smoke one and get your dick sucked,” I laughed waving his ass off.
“I’m serious, Bear!” Before walking towards the door, he said, “Oh and I have your sister sucking my dick. She does a great job at it.” He smirked before slamming it behind him.
My phone started beeping, and it was this freaky bitch I had fucked earlier. I texted her to let her know to make her way to the playroom. I had to think of a plan quick, but first I had three pussies I was about to knock out the frame.
Chapter 4
Ashley
‘James, I am supposed to be at the doctor’s office in thirty minutes you better be on your way!’ I yelled, leaving another voicemail for his dumb ass. I knew he was all booed up with Lala’s ass. He thought I didn’t know he had the bitch. He planned to skip town with that hoe. My REAL baby daddy already put me up on game. I was so over James’ dumbass. He and Lala’s days on earth were numbered.
In the beginning, I was in this to win the heart of the man I loved, but now money was the motive. If I rolled with my original baby daddy, then this bastard child and I would be set for life. All I had to do was stick to the plan and eliminate my targets.
Dressing in a pair of skinny jeans, a black blazer with a white tee under it, I slid on my black wedges and admired myself in the mirror. I had to admit, this baby made my already fat ass fatter. I rubbed the small baby bump and smiled down at my meal ticket. My baby was going to be my ticket to the good life.
“Took your ass long enough,” I said hearing someone who I assumed was James walk into the room. I sprayed my body with my J-Lo perfume and applied a light coat of cherry bloom lip-gloss.
“Where are you going?” the biological father of my child asked. Turning around, a smile came across my face as I admired his sexy ass. “To the doctor’s office with James.” He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. We looked so good together. He was like the milk in my coffee.
“You need to hurry up and do as planned, so I can move you and our child to Cuba,” he said licking my earlobe.
“I know, and I’m on top of it,” I replied melting in his arms.
In the beginning, he was against me having his baby, but once he realized it would be his firstborn son, he had a change of heart. He was the one who planted the bug in my ear to off James’ ass. Pablo was a paid nigga, and we would be better off with him than with James.
“Have you heard from your brother?” I asked breaking away from his embrace to finish preparing myself for my doctor’s appointment.
“Yes, he should be coming down to see Paco this weekend.”
“Do you think Paco will wake up while he’s there?”
“No, I paid the nurse a good amount of money to make sure he stays in that coma,” he assured me.
“Good because if Paco wakes up then he is going to expose us.”
“Don’t worry my little pregnant butterfly, he won’t,” he said pulling me close to him and serving me his tongue. The night Pablo and I met was the night James beat me and kicked me out of the car because he claimed I was all on Stacks’ dick.
“Why you let him beat on you like that?” he asked me handing me a cloth.
“It’s no big deal I guess.” I shrugged accepting the cloth and holding it to my now broken nose.
“Do you need a ride home?”
“No, I’m fine. I’ll just catch a cab.” I didn’t want James to see me pull up to the house with Stacks’ brother.
“Well, at least allow me to give you my number and if you need anything, I’m just one call away.” I handed him my phone, and he programmed his number in it.
“Call me,” he said making sure I was safely in the cab as he watched it drive off.
From that night on, we began to communicate. He took me out on a few dates. Then the fucking began. With Pablo, we never used any protection, so when trying to get impregnated by James failed, I just pinned Pablo’s baby on James. I wasn’t in love with Pablo like I loved James, but since James wanted to be stuck on stupid for that dumb bitch, he deserved everything that came his way. It was fuck me, now its fuck you. The baddest bitch always got the last laugh and soon I’d be laughing my almost rich ass to the bank.
“What’s so heavy on your mind?” Pablo asked zipping up his pants. Sex with him was lame as fuck. He was able to get a quickie in, and I didn’t even feel nothing. Hell, I didn’t even know we were fucking. I was so lost in my thoughts. I didn’t even feel his little dick slide in me.
“Nothing daddy, you know good dick always shuts a bitch up,” I lied getting up and walking to the bathroom to clean up.
“I’m out of here, but I’ll be back later. Don’t forget the plan,” he said grabbing his car keys and walking out the door.
“Okay,” I simply said rolling my eyes. I got in the shower and washed his scent off my body.
* * *
“Oh, shit I ain’t hear you come in.” I was startled seeing James sitting on my bed.
“You rushing me and your ass ain’t even ready!” he snapped.
“I’ll be ready in a few minutes,” I said dropping my towel and putting on a new pair of undies.
“Leave them off and come here,” he ordered.
I strutted over to him and climbed on top of him. Who said I couldn’t get some good dick before I killed him?
Chapter 5
Stacks
For the past few days, I’d been driving up to the hospital to sit with Lisa. I was hoping and praying she would wake up out of the coma so she could give me information on Bear’s whereabouts. I stopped at the gift shop and picked her up another dozen of roses, a few ‘get well soon balloons’ and a bear. I did this every day I came to visit because I knew Lala would have done the same thing.
“How are you today, Judy?” I greeted the front desk lady as I signed in to get my visitor’s badge.
“Hey big daddy,” she smiled while winking at me.
“You look beautiful this morning,” I complimented the old sweet lady that had this crush on me. It was kind of funny because she reminded me of my Nana.
“When you gonna stop playing with me big daddy?” she asked handing me the blue badge. I grabbed her hand and kissed it.
“You’re too much woman for me,” I laughed.
“Stop it now,” she blushed.
“Have a great day, Judy,” I said before walking away.
“You just missed her,” The daytime nurse said before I got to Lisa’s room.
“What do you mean?” I asked confused.
“She woke up out of her coma last night. Her brother came to pick her up this morning. He had her set up to be taken care of at home by one of our nurses.”
“Do you mind pulling out the chart so I can see where she’s located?” I asked.
“No sir, that’s against the hospital’s policy, I could lose my job.” I pulled out my checkbook and wrote her a check. I slid it over to her and waited for her response.
“I’ll be right back,” she said walking to the back room. A few minutes later, she came back with a manila folder and handed it to me. I nodded and made my way to my car.
* * *
Pulling up in front of the address that was listed in the record, I sat back and waited for some type of movement. A few minutes later, I saw a nurse go in the house and another come out. I assumed they were switching shifts. I made sure I had my nine on my hip before exiting the car. Knocking on the door,
I eased my hand on my piece just in case shit was about to pop off.
“How may I help you?” A nurse with a strong Spanish accent asked.
“Hey, cariño cómo vas a hacer hoy,” (Hey sweetheart how are you doing?) I asked her showing off my dimples.
“Soy bueno. Cómo estás?” (I’m good how are you?) she replied while blushing.
“Que estoy haciendo bien. Estoy buscando mi amiga Lisa está ella aquí?” (I’m doing ok. I’m looking for my friend Lisa, is she here?) I asked her flashing her a smile.
“Y-y-yes,” she stumbled over her words. Her eyes roamed over my body and I could tell I had her. I could charm cupid out of her bow and arrow any day. I was that nigga.
Walking into the house, it was a neatly furnished house I asked, “¿Hay alguien más aquí?” (Is anyone else in here?)
“No,” she replied leading me to the room where Lisa was held.
“What took you so long?” Lisa asked as soon as we walked in the room.
“I asked you to bring me a fucking soda five minutes ago!” she snapped not noticing I was in the room as well.
“Is that how you speak to the help?” I laughed letting my presence be known.
“What the fuuuuuu……Stacks?”
“In the flesh baby. How are you feeling?” I asked taking a seat next to her.
“Besides my ribs hurting every time I breathe, I’m good. Where’s Lala?” she asked looking around.
“I have something to tell you.”
I didn’t know how she was going to take it because Lala and her were so close.
“Don’t tell me no fucked up shit, Stacks, for real.” Lisa winced in pain as she tried to sit up in bed.
“Lala is gone.”
“Gone where? To the nail shop?” she quizzed.
“No. Gone as in kidnapped.”
“WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN KIDNAPPED?!” she yelled jumping out of bed a little too fast and stumbling over.
“Lisa, calm the fuck down and chill out before you hurt yourself.”
I tried to reason with her, but all hell broke loose.
“What the fuck you mean calm down? Oh my God, Stacks we have to find her. Did James do it? I know his punk ass did it! I’ma body that fuck nigga myself,” she rambled on like a mad woman. “Where’s Bear? Is he helping you? Is that why he hasn’t been to see me?” she asked.
