Serena immediately kicked off her heels and let the thick carpet massage her feet. “This is a nice place you got here,” she said looking around, impressed at how clean and nice-looking his crib was, especially for a single man.
Tone returned from the kitchen carrying two drinks in his hand.
“So was your friend okay?” Serena asked as they sat on the couch in front of the 70-inch flat-screen.
“Yeah, he fine. It was just a leg shot.”
Tone took a deep sip from his drink. “So you had fun tonight?”
“I sure did.” Serena smiled. “I appreciate you hanging out with me.”
“Don’t mention it. I just wish I had a little more than a week and a half to spend with you.”
“Let’s just worry about now. Nobody knows what lies ahead for the future,” Serena said as she laid her head on Tone’s shoulder.
The two sat up talking for hours, until Serena got up to stretch. “Is it okay if I take a shower before bed?” she asked.
“Sure.” Tone pointed. “It’s up the steps and the first door on your right.”
He watched Serena’s ass switch from side to side as she mounted the steps.
While Serena was upstairs handling her business, Tone walked over to the entertainment center and popped in a Mary J. Blige CD. He stood over by the bar area pouring himself another drink when he saw Serena coming down the steps wrapped in a towel.
Tone looked at Serena’s meaty thighs. “Damn!”
“Boy, hush. You know I didn’t bring a change of clothes with me.” Serena walked up and took Tone’s glass from his hand. She slowly sipped it.
As she sipped from the glass, Tone smoothly removed her towel. Immediately Serena slid in Tone’s arms, and the two passionately kissed, his hands running freely all over her body.
He lifted Serena up and sat her on top of the counter, and she quickly spread her legs open. Tone dropped down and began eating her pussy. He stuck his fingers in Serena’s sopping-wet pussy as he sucked on her clitoris like his future depended on it.
“You like that?” he asked. He grabbed his glass of wine, poured a little bit on her pussy, and quickly sucked it off.
Once Tone was finished, Serena hopped off the counter and slid down to her knees. She roughly pulled Tone’s pants down and started sucking the shit out of his dick. Serena’s head bobbed up and down a hundred miles an hour, both of her hands moving at the same speed, while she sucked and jerked his dick at the same time.
After five minutes of that, Tone quickly backed away as he turned Serena around and watched her bend over and placed her forearms on the counter. He slowly stuck the head inside her before fully entering her walls. Once he was fully in, he started fucking the shit out of her and talking shit at the same time.
“You love this dick?” he groaned, slapping her ass.
“Yes. This dick feel so good.” Serena started throwing her ass back.
Tone continued dicking Serena down until he felt himself about to come. He quickly pulled out and came all over Serena’s ass.
“Damn!” he huffed, collapsing right on the floor, breathing heavily. He didn’t expect Serena’s sex game to be as good as it was.
After he was done, he felt bad about what he had just done and what he was doing, but at the end of the day he had to do what he had to do. He told himself he was doing it for him and his family, hoping it would make him feel better, but it didn’t.
Chapter 6
Three days later Tone pulled up in front of Maine’s crib and left the engine running. He knocked on the door and patiently waited for a response.
A young thug answered the door. “Yeah?”
“Fuck out my way!” Tone snarled as he brushed past the young street punk. He reached the living room and saw Maine laid up on the couch. “What’s good, my nigga?” Tone asked as he gave Maine a pound.
“Just laying low until my leg heal. What you getting into today?”
“Gotta finish picking up this money,” Tone said. “Who the last person you saw so I can take it from there?”
“Ummm ... that li’l nigga Rice.” Maine suddenly remembered.
“A’ight, bet.” Tone turned on his heels and headed for the door.
“Yo, hold up,” Maine called out. “Ya pops said for you to take this nigga with you.” He motioned his head at the young nigga who had opened the door.
“Who? This nigga right here?” Tone asked, his face crumpled up.
“Yup.” Maine laughed.
“Yo, fam, what’s ya name?”
“Young Mike.”
“Come on, li’l nigga, let’s go,” Tone said with an attitude as he exited the apartment.
Once they got to the car Young Mike said, “I appreciate the opportunity.”
“Just shut up and ride.” Tone popped in a Young Jeezy mixtape and pulled off out into traffic.
Tone pulled over and let the engine die. “You strapped?”
“You already know,” Young Mike said confidently as the two exited the vehicle. Young Mike followed Tone inside the building to an apartment all the way to the end of the hall.
Tone knocked on the door and waited for an answer. A short guy wearing a wifebeater answered the door.
“What’s good?” Li’l Carlos stepped to the side so the two men could enter.
“You tell me,” Tone said, posting up. “You got that for me?”
“Yeah, it’s right here.” Li’l Carlos grabbed the book bag from off the table and handed it to Tone.
“Nah. Give it to him,” Tone said, nodding toward Young Mike, who took the book bag from Li’l Carlos and handed him the half-empty garbage bag he was carrying.
“I should be done with this in like two days,” Li’l Carlos said, looking inside the garbage bag.
“You know what to do when you get low.” Tone gave Li’l Carlos a pound, and him and Young Mike made their exit.
For the rest of the day Tone rode around with Young Mike taking care of business. After hours of talking to the young hustler, he found out that Young Mike wasn’t that bad after all.
“I’m hungrier than a muthafucka,” Young Mike said.
“This the last run for the night. We grab something to eat soon as we finish.” Tone was about to say something else to Young Mike, when he saw a familiar face standing on the corner. He quickly pulled over. “Let’s switch places,” he said, and him and Young Mike switched seats.
“What’s good?” Young Mike asked.
“Clown I got a problem with back there standing on the corner like shit is sweet,” Tone said as he pulled out his .40-cal. “Pull this muthafucka back around and slow down when we hit the corner.”
Young Mike made a quick U-turn and slowed down when he reached the corner, where Big Phil stood talking to a few of his workers. He had only planned on being there for about five minutes, but twenty minutes later he found himself on the corner laughing and poppin’ shit.
“A’ight, slow down right here,” Tone said. As soon as he saw Big Phil, he stuck his arm out the window and squeezed the trigger repeatedly.
POW! POW! POW! POW! POW!
The first shot hit Big Phil in his hip, causing him to spin around and hit the ground.
Big Phil quickly pulled out his Smith & Wesson and fired three shots into the back door.
Tone laid down three more people who stood on the corner, before he pulled his arm back inside the window. “Don’t drive so fast.” Tone wiped his prints off the gun then tossed it out the window.
Young Mike pulled up in front of his crib and slid out the driver’s seat. “Holla at me tomorrow,” he said as he gave Tone a pound.
“I got you.” Tone walked around the car and slid back in the driver’s seat.
Tone pulled up in his driveway and let the engine die, he slid out the whip, popped the trunk, grabbed the suitcase that rested inside, slammed the trunk shut, then headed in the house. Soon as he walked in the crib, he saw Serena standing over the stove wearing nothing but a wifebeat
er. His eyes quickly locked on Serena’s phat, soft ass.
“Oooh!” Serena grabbed her heart. “You scared the shit outta me.”
“My bad.” Tone smiled as he watched Serena walk toward him. “How was your day?”
Serena slid in his arms for a hug. “It was cool. I just wish you wasn’t gone all day, but I know you was out working, so it’s all good.”
After the two locked lips, Tone said, “Oh here,” and handed Serena the suitcase. “I stopped by your room and grabbed all your shit, since you’ll be staying here with me until you leave.” He put on his puppy-dog face.
“Oh, shut up!” Serena said playfully as she headed back over toward the stove.
“What you cooking? That shit smell mad good.”
“It’s a surprise.” Serena smiled. “Just know you’re gonna love it.”
“How long it’s gon’ take until it’s done?”
Tone was really enjoying his time with Serena. The two had only known each other for a short time, but so far she seemed like the perfect woman.
“It should be ready in about twenty minutes.” Serena slowly unbuckled Tone’s belt and pulled his pants and boxers down. “Did he miss me today?” she asked, getting down to her knees.
Before Tone could reply, he was already moaning and panting as Serena sucked the shit out his dick. She moaned loudly while twisting and turning her hands and head at the same time until Tone came in her mouth.
Serena quickly walked over to the garbage and spat then went back to finishing up dinner.
Chapter 7
“You sure this gonna be a easy lick?” Maxine asked.
“Easier than taking candy from a baby.” Gruff rubbed the head of his pit bull. “Ain’t that right, Tiger,” he said, talking to his dog. He had raised the dog since she was a puppy, and now the pit bull looked like a monster. Gruff wasn’t into robbing and sticking people up for the money. Of course, the money was good, but he did it for the name and street rep, which meant everything to him. He wanted his name to ring bells forever when he left the earth.
“What’s this clown’s name again?” Maxine asked as she loaded her .357.
“Some clown named Carlos.” Gruff stood up. “Trust me, this nigga don’t want no drama. He gon’ give it up with no problem.” He stuck his twin 9 mm’s in his shoulder holsters. “Come on, Tiger,” he said, and him and his partners in crime headed out the door.
“I should be done with this in about two days,” Carlos said with a smirk on his face.
“A’ight,” Young Mike said. “Just holla at me when you need to see me again.”
Young Mike exited the apartment and hit the staircase. As soon as he stepped outside, he quickly reached for the swami on his waist when he saw a loose pit bull walking in his direction. Just as he was about to pull it out, he heard the dog’s master yell, “Get over here!” and instantly the dog obeyed the command.
“Yo, put a leash on that muthafucka,” Young Mike snarled, his hand still on his swami.
Maxine was about to make a move, but Gruff quickly stopped her. “My bad, fam,” he said politely as him, Tiger, and Maxine entered the building.
“You should’ve let me smoke that clown,” Maxine huffed.
Maxine was flat-chested and had no ass. She stood about five foot six inches, was rough-looking, and had short dreads that fell to the back of her neck. And she walked and carried herself like a straight-up man, and didn’t take no shit.
“Let’s stick to the game plan and get this money,” Gruff said, as they went up the staircase.
Carlos sat at his kitchen table bagging up the work he’d just got, while listening to the new Jada Kiss CD, when he saw his front door bust open. Immediately he went for his .380 that rested in the small of his back, but before he could pull his strap, Tiger had already jumped up on top of him, knocking him out the chair.
Gruff put his twin 9s away as he watched Tiger chew up Carlos’s arm. “That’s enough!” he said sternly, and Tiger backed off.
“Fuck y’all want from me?” Carlos was on his back, clutching his bitten-up arm.
“We want your stash and that work,” Gruff said, nodding toward the drugs on the table.
“Man, I ain’t got no muthafuckin’ money! Just take the work and get the fuck outta here!”
Maxine told him, “I don’t think you heard my man correctly. He said, ‘We want your stash and that work.”
“Go fuck yourself!” Carlos growled, still holding his arm. He was scared to death, but his pride wouldn’t let him go out like a bitch.
Gruff just shook his head and smirked. “Tiger, get him!”
As Tiger attacked Carlos, Gruff and Maxine searched the apartment for the stash.
Ten minutes later Maxine found a shoebox full of money at the top of the closet. “Jackpot!” she said.
The two returned to the living room to find Carlos laid out dead on the floor.
“Good girl,” Gruff said, rubbing Tiger’s head. “Come on, baby, let’s go clean this blood off your face.” He led Tiger to the bathroom, while Maxine packed up all the work.
“Stupid muthafucka!” Maxine yelled at Carlos’s dead body as she removed all the drugs from off the kitchen table into a book bag.
Once Gruff and Tiger returned from the bathroom, the trio made their exit.
“What the fuck?” Tone growled when he heard his cell phone ringing. He glanced over at his watch on the nightstand. It read nine-fifteen A.M. “Hello?”
“Wake up, fam,” Young Mike said. “Your pops said for you to get over here now.”
“A’ight.”
Tone quickly got up, took a quick shower, and got dressed.
“Baby, I’ll be back in a few,” he whispered in Serena’s ear, and he kissed her on the cheek.
“Okay, baby, be careful,” Serena said, spread out across the bed, her eyes still closed.
Tone pulled the sheet back and slapped her ass before he made his exit.
Tone pulled up in front of his father’s house and saw a bunch of cars lined up out in the front. “I wonder what’s going on now,” he said out loud as he exited his vehicle. He tried to prepare himself for something foolish. He knocked on the door and patiently waited for someone to answer the door.
Maine answered the door with a not-so-nice look on his face. “What’s good, my nigga?” Maine gave Tone some dap.
Tone stepped inside the house and saw about seven crooked cops and some street soldiers all in the living room. “Fuck going on in here?” he asked, looking around the room.
“Y’all muthafuckas is causing too much fuckin’ trouble,” Detective Abraham huffed. “That’s what’s going on.”
“What you mean, y’all?” Tone asked, confused.
“This nigga Gruff done hit up another one of our spots and killed Carlos. A fuckin’ dog chewed his ass to death!”
“Damn! I just seen that nigga as I was leaving Carlos’s spot, him, some dike-looking chick, and a big-ass dog,” Young Mike announced. “Damn! That was a big-ass dog.”
“Well, I got a big-ass bullet with his name on it,” Maine said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Well, you started this muthafuckin’ problem, so you better fix it, ’cause we can’t afford to keep taking all these fuckin’ losses.” Detective Abraham turned his gaze on his son. “And you—who the fuck is Big Phil?”
“Some small-time clown. Why? What’s up?”
“Word is, this clown suppose to have some money on your head.” Detective Abraham shook his head. These problems were the last thing he needed, and felt like dealing with.
“I ain’t worried about that clown,” Tone said, waving his pops’ words off.
“Why the fuck does he have a hit out on you?” Detective Abraham asked.
“I clapped him about a week ago,” Tone said nonchalantly.
Detective Abraham turned to the officers in the house. “I need y’all to find this Big Phil cat and bring him to me as soon as possible.”
Tone felt his ph
one vibrate. He looked at his phone and noticed he had a text message from Mya: DROP BY THE HOUSE WHEN YOU GET A CHANCE WE NEED TO TALK!
After he finished reading the message, he stuck his phone back in the case. “We about finished here?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Detective Abraham said. “Watch your back out there, son.”
“You already know,” Tone said, heading for the door.
Mya was sitting Indian-style on the couch in the living room when she heard somebody knocking on the door. She opened the door and stepped to the side so Tone could enter. “Thanks for coming.”
“I miss you,” Tone said, his eyes roaming her body.
“Well, I can’t tell.” Mya rolled her eyes. “You ain’t even call and check up on a sister or nothing.”
“’Cause I been taking care of that business I had told you about,” Tone reminded her.
“So how’s that been going?” Mya asked, even though she really didn’t care. She was still upset about him leaving her to be with another woman.
“So far, so good. So what you need to talk about?”
“I’m pregnant.” Mya looked at Tone’s face, trying to read his reaction.
“Word?” Tone said, looking her up and down.
“Yes, and I need you back home with me where you belong,” Mya whined. “We was suppose to start a family.”
“Okay, we can still do all those things right after I get this money.”
“Fuck money!” Mya yelled. “We already got enough money!”
Tone looked at her like she was insane. “You can never have enough money.”
“So, basically, this shit is never going to stop.” Mya shook her head. “I can’t believe you.”
“Listen, I just need a few more weeks, and then everything will be back to normal, I promise.”
“I look stupid to you? You just looked me in my face and told me that you’ll never have enough money, so what does that tell me?” Mya couldn’t believe what she was hearing. After all they had been through, she felt that Tone owed her more.
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