by Lucinda John
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Punching in the code to my alarm, I made my way in the house. I was excited to count the money I made tonight. Dumping all the contents of my bag on the floor, I gathered all the money and started counting it. Thirty minutes and ten sore fingers later, I beamed with delight looking down at the 25,000 I made in less than five hours. Bitches working 9-5’s was making this a year. I put half in the safe that I had built in the back of my headboard and saved the other half to split and put in my two bank accounts. Waiting on my TV dinner to finish, I decided to text my best bitch.
Me: I know you probably sleep, just wanted to let you know that I love you. Good night babes!
The microwave started beeping letting me know my dinner was ready. Damn I need to invest in some cooking lessons; I thought as I sat and ate the flavorless macaroni. I finished up my food, made sure my kitchen was cleaned, before retiring upstairs to bed. Whoever said shaking ass wasn’t work lied. I was dog tired.
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Yeah I love them strippers; yeah I love them strippers. My phone rang waking me out of my sleep. I was getting ready to snap on the person calling me at nine in the fucking morning until I saw Bear’s name on the screen.
“Hello?” I answered, putting a hint of sexy in my voice.
“What’s good ma, I hope I ain’t wake you,” he replied
“No you good, I been up,” I lied, sitting up in my bed.
“I was wondering if I could take you out to dinner tonight if you don’t mind,” he said sounding like he was smoking.
“How you going to take me out and you don’t even know my name?” I sassed trying to play hard to get.
“Why I don’t Lisa?” he chuckled.
“How you know my name.” I asked embarrassed.
“I know everything, you rolling with me or what?” he asked, bringing out his gangster.
“Yeah,” I answered, not wanting to sound too excited.
“Bet, text me your address and I’ll be there at 8 p.m.” We said our see you laters and I got up to go shower. I had to get right for tonight.
“Hello,” Lala answered sounding like she was still sleep.
“Bitch, get yo’ ass up and meet me at Star Nails,” I told her while pulling my tights over my ass.
“Ugh, give me am hour,” she whined before hanging up in my ear. I seriously didn’t know what I would do without Lala; she was truly my other half. My mom and dad both died in a car crash and she was the only one I had left. Yeah, I had two brothers, Jimmy and David, but with Jimmy in the Army and David in jail that left just me.
I loved Lala with all my heart and she was the only reason I ain’t lullaby James’ ass yet. But let me find out he slipped up and gave my girl something, I would be personally delivering his mother her black dress with the shoes to match.
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Lala parked a clean ass Audi next to my car. Damn She was only living at this nigga Stacks’ house for a week and she was already pushing a got damn 2014 Audi!!
“Damn bitch, you must be sucking the skin off that dick for you to be riding so clean,” I joked, putting a fresh piece of Trident gum in my mouth.
“Shut up, it ain’t even like that,” she said.
“Then tell me what it’s like,” I quizzed, wanting to know how she got to push an Audi without even giving up the goods.
“My Lex caught a flat and he told me to grab one of his cars, that’s all,” she shrugged, walking into the salon and leaving me with my thoughts. I walked in behind her and we both sat in silence waiting to be called.
“I got a date tonight,” I said as Ming Lee scrubbed my feet.
“With who?” Lala asked, looking at her nails. She was picky ass fuck. If it didn’t look right, she’d soak them off and make the nail tech re-do them.
“Some guy I met at work, Bear.” She looked at me as if that name sounded familiar and was trying to put a face to it.
“Bear?” she asked cocking and tilting her head to the side. “That name sounds familiar.”
“His face look familiar, too,” I told her, watching Ming apply the nude color polish to my toes. ”But he’s cute and girl I’m not going to tell you how he made it rain on me last night.” I made a hand gesture as if I was making it rain.
“So, are you going to take him serious or is he going to be one of you tricks?” she asked knowing me all too well.
“We’ll see. In other words, did you get your results back?” I seriously asked.
“Yeah, well no. I been too scared to call in.” She looked at me like she was about to cry. At that moment, I wished I had my gun. I ain’t play no games when it came to my bitch.
“Lala, just do it,” I told her as I got up and walked over to the dryer section.
“Will you do it for me please?” she begged, giving me those puppy dog eyes.
We sat down at the drying table and she dialed the number. I clicked option two for the results hotline. After holding for nearly twenty minutes, an agent came to the phone. I impersonated Lala giving all of her information. The rep asked me for the security code and I told her green light. That was our code word we uses to use at the strip club whenever we needed back up. The lady read off the results. I thanked her, hung up the phone, and looked at Lala.
Chapter 14
Bear
Parking in front of lil’ mama’s house, I shot her a quick text letting her know that I was outside. I had to keep reminding myself that this was strictly business. I had to get in the bitch’s head to get more information on Stacks. He already told me that her home girl had been crashing with him at his spot and since I ain’t know where he laid his head, I had to use baby girl so that I could find out. I hated to do it to her because I could tell that she was feeling me, but money talks and bullshit walks a thousand miles. I just hope she didn’t fall in love with a nigga.
When she walked out the door, all that not mixing business with pleasure quickly flew out the window. Lil’ mama was bad! Her and Lala was indeed two of the baddest bitches I’d ever seen. My girl Tasha was bad, too, but she ain’t have shit on them. She was looking sexy ass fuck in that crop top she had on. I was hoping she ain’t have no panties on under that skirt.
“I hope I ain’t keep you waiting long,” she smiled as she got in my car.
“You good,” I told her, making sure she was seated before backing out of the driveway and pulling off. I decided to take her to this nice little restaurant I spotted down by the beach next to Wet Willie’s.
Once we got to our destination, I opened her door for her and placed my hand on the small of her back as we walked in. Yeah I was on my gentlemen type shit tonight. I was trying to get in good with shawty. As soon as we walked in, we were seated. We ordered our food, drinks, and had an enjoyable dinner. Her mind was on another level and I liked that. She was about her money and she had a hint of gangster in her. If I didn’t have the motives of using her, I could see myself fucking with her like that.
We decided to grab a few drinks from Wet Willie’s and sit on the beach. I purchased a few blankets from this small beach shop.
“I really enjoyed tonight,” she said, taking off her shoes.
“Yeah, I did too ma’.” I pulled her down on the blanket with me so that she was sitting in between my legs. In silence, we sipped on our drinks and watched the waves. “So does this mean I get a second date?” I whispered in her ear, gently nibbling on it.
“Mmhmm,” she moaned as I stuck my tongue in her ear. She turned around and started kissing me with so much passion I wanted to push her ass off me, but instead I pulled them panties to the side and played with her clit. Her breathing and moaning let me know that she was close to her peak, so I applied pressure on her clit and had her skirting all in my hand. She pushed me back on the blanket and undid my jeans. I felt her warm mouth swallow my dick.
“Oh damn!” I groaned as she worked the jaw muscles on my dick. The only bitch that could have me busting a nut off of head al
one was Tasha, but right now she had Tasha beat in the head game.
Not wanting to go out like a bitch, I pulled out a condom from my back pocket and slid it on my dick. I lifted her up and placed her right on my dick. I saw her strip, so I knew she was good at riding a dick, at least I hoped she was. She slid up and down on my dick pulling me deep in her warmness. I done fucked up the moment I slid in this pussy. How was I gonna stop fucking with her? This now was going to become conflict of interest.
“Damn!” I moaned when she turned around on the dick and started riding me from the back. If it was a crime for having good pussy, she would have been given the electric chair.
“Oh shit daddy!!” she moaned before I felt her squirt on my dick. I lifted her up and down on my dick until we came together. We chilled for a little bit before I decided to bring her home. Once I got to her spot, she asked me if I wanted to come in and as tempting as that sounded, I had to decline. I was not trying to fall for her and shawty already had me on edge. Another hit of that pussy and I would of been gone for real.
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“Did you fuck her?” was how Tasha greeted me as soon as I walked in the house.
“And if I did?” I asked, giving her ass the side eye.
“That wasn’t apart of the fucking plan,” she yelled, getting in my face.
“You fucked Stacks!” I shot back at her.
“You told me to!!” she screamed out making a valid point.
“I had to get in her head somehow. How the fuck else am I going to get the information I need from her? Going into this you knew there was a chance that I was going to fuck her, so I don’t know why you acting like this,” I said walking out the room.
I was sitting on the bed texting Lisa when Tasha came in the room. She got on her knees in front of me, pulled down my pants, and sucked my dick back to life. She paused, and then went back to sucking. I knew she could taste the latex on my dick confirming her suspicions, but that didn’t stop her.
Usually, Tasha’s head game would have a nigga gone, but all I could do was think about Lisa. She must have sensed that I wasn’t into the head she was giving me by the way the tears were streaming down her face. She tried to go beast mode, but that only made my dick go limp. I got up leaving her there on her knees and went to go take a shower.
After my shower, I decided to go sleep in the guest room just so I could cake up with Lisa after Tasha went to sleep.
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The following day, I decided that today was the day to put part of my plan in motion. I made a phone call to Stacks letting him know that we were robbed.
“What the fuck you mean a few of the trap houses got hit?” Stacks yelled through the phone. I had to keep myself from laughing knowing that I was the one behind it all. While I was out with Lisa last night, I had a few jack boys hit a few of the trap houses for me. I let them keep the drugs and I kept the money. Once Stacks got word that someone that wasn’t from our crew was selling our shit, it would start a war. I needed a war to start to put my plan in full affect.
“Man I’m about to call a meeting right now. I’m killing all these niggas for being so damn careless with my shit,” I said, putting on a show.
“Man, I’ll be down there in a few hours,” he replied before hanging up the phone. That nigga was mad as fuck.
Ted and I burst out laughing at that nigga.
“Fam, you one ruthless ass nigga,” Ted said, passing me the joint.
“You ain’t seen ruthless yet,” I said, taking a pull on the joint. I was about to turn Stacks’ life upside down and as soon as I found out where he was stashing the money and drugs it was asta la vista for that nigga. I planned on moving to a small island while collecting money from Ted who was going to stay down here and push weight for me. I had it all planned out; I just hoped that it worked out in my favor.
Chapter 15
Stacks
Not a-fucking-gain; I thought throwing the glass I held in my hand. I couldn’t believe niggas wanted to test my gangster. Did they not know who the fuck I was? I was going to have to go to Fort. Lauderdale and body me a few niggas. Did they not know my body count was in double digits? I didn’t think twice about digging a nigga their grave and putting their ass in it!
Lala was out with her friend shopping, so I sent her a quick text letting her know that I’d be home later on tonight. Lala had been kicking it with me at my crib for two weeks now. I was enjoying her company and getting to know her. I really liked the girl and my next move would be making us official.
It was nice having her in my arms at night and waking up to her beautiful face in the morning. I had it bad for the girl. It was to the point where I would go to the store and stock up on her feminine products. I studied her, and I was getting to know her inside and out.
Like how we had to sleep with the TV on because she was still scared of the dark. Or how she folded her cheese in little squares before she ate them. Before I took things further with her, I had to fly back up to Flint and have a talk with Donna. I was really thinking about bringing her with me so she could meet my grams.
Parking my car in front of one of the traps Bear told me he was holding the meeting at, I spotted him pistol-whipping a corner boy. Why the fuck would he do this shit outside of where my fucking drugs and money was? Did he not know that he was bringing unnecessary attention to my spot! I had to have a talk with that nigga for real because he was on some worst behavior type shit.
“Enough!” I said as I approached them. A few of the other corner put their hands up to their forehead saluting me. For a quick second, I could see Bear throw me shade, but I brushed it off. “What the fuck you doing, Bear?” I asked getting in his face.
“Man this was one of the young niggas that was supposed to be watching the spot. Ask him what he was doing when the trap got hit.” I looked at the young dude, he didn’t look no older than 18.
“What was you doing when them niggas came and got me for my drugs and money?” I asked, looking him in the face.
“I-I-I- made a quick stop to my girl’s house,” he stuttered.
“You did what nigga? You was in some pussy when you was suppose to be looking after my fucking money,” I yelled, getting in his face. If looks could kill he would have been dead. “Ride with me,” I said. He walked with me to the Honda I used to make my trips.
The whole drive to my little spot was quiet. I had this ducked off location that I used for reasons like this. Once we got to our destination, I got out the car and discreetly pulled out my fie.
PEW. PEW. PEW. The silencer put that nigga to rest for being so damn stupid. I hoped that pussy he was in was worth dying for because he’d just lost his life because of it. I went into my trunk and poured the gasoline all in the car before setting it on fire.
I took off my gloves and walked to the Toyota I had on stand by. I put my gun in the belly of a plush dog, and placed the dog in the ‘I Love You’ gift bag. I sat watching the car completely burn before I took off.
“How soon can you get to Fort Lauderdale?” I asked my brother Paco over the phone. I needed him to hang with Bear and watch over my business. I wasn’t too confident in Bear and how he was running things.
“I’ll be there in the morning bro,” he answered. I really wanted both of my brothers to come down, but Pablo was in Columbia with Pops helping him with The Cartel.
“Good looking out bro.” I really appreciated my brother coming down to help me.
“No problem bro, eso es lo que la familia es para. (That’s what family is for)” As soon as we hung up, I made my way back to the trap to hold a very important meeting.
“This shit that happened today will not happen again,” I said looking at all the men that sat at the table in their eyes. “Our purpose is to make money, not to lose it. Keep fucking with my money and I’mma start fucking with you lives!” I spoke with authority in my voice. I had to make sure these niggas was hearing me. I meant business! “I better not b
e short a penny next pick up. To ensure that we’re on the same level my brother Paco will be down here in the morning to help Bear,” I said looking at him. The look on his face was priceless.
“To look over me Stacks? Are you for real right now?” he asked, looking around for a camera as if his ass was on Punked and Ashton Kutcher was about to jump out on his ass.
“As serious as a heart attack. You of all people should know I don’t play when it comes to my money. This is not up for discussion; my mind is made up. Paco will be here in the morning.” I adjourned the meeting and made my way home.
When I walked in the house, I heard music blasting from the kitchen. I stood in doorway and watched Lala cook and dance to New Edition’s Cool It Now. Her back was turned against me as she stirred something in a pot and moved her hips to the beat of the song. That ass was moving in those boy shorts and had rising Jr. from the dead. All I keep thinking about is her in my arms, got to see what love is all about, and I’ll never be the same until you are mine. The words of the song played in my head. Yeah I had to make sure she was mine.
“How long you’ve been standing there?” she asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Long enough,” I replied, pulling her into my arms so we could dance to the rest of the song. I sang the lyrics in her ears meaning every word that came out of my mouth. She responded by sticking her tongue in my mouth and I welcomed it. I lifted her and sat her on the counter. I laid her down and pulled her shorts down. Ms. Pretty Pussy was the first thing that came to mind as I looked at her beautifully shaved vagina. I spread those lips apart and entered her world with my tongue.
“Ooooh my gooosh!” she moaned when I plunged my tongue deep in her. I never tasted anything so sweet in my life. It was as if she bathed in honey and sugar.
