“Damn boo.” All he had on were his boxers. His bare caramel chest was out. Muscles everywhere with a string of tattoos leading over his body like railroad tracks, but he was already leaning.
“Shit come over here and chill.” He said slowly, his speech slurred. “You wanna get undressed?” I did, but right now wasn’t the time. I had to wait on that.
“Not just yet baby.” I said, talking with my mouth full of ice. “I want you to get comfortable first. Here let me fill up your cup.” Filling up his cup, he stood in the middle of the floor trying to dance, but from my end he looked like a skeleton. Eyes drooping, mouth hung open, and leaned over like a scarecrow, this was perfect.
“Here sit down. Let me rub you.” I moved my body to the beat as he laid back into the plush couch.
I massaged him as he drank his mud and watched the city with his low eyes.
“Man...this shit is so peaceful. Ain’t no bitch ever did this… I mean woman. You ain’t no bitch, I’m just...that’s how I talk.” He told me, and I knew what he meant, but more than he knew, I wasn’t a woman, not completely, not yet.
“I’m not offended.” I kept massaging and he kept mumbling, his speech getting slower and slower, but I kept rubbing up his leg until I eventually made it to his dick.
“Yeah…” he moaned as I eased his dick from his boxers. He smelled clean, like a fresh shower and Gucci cologne.
Most dope boys didn’t wash their ass but that wasn’t true for Uzi, he smelled like he just jumped out of a tub.
I kept my eyes on him as I opened my mouth, taking all of him into my jaws. He moved a bit, moaned like I thought, but what I wasn’t prepared for was for him to start drooling.
“Damn girl...that shit...whew…” his eyes were closed but he was still trying to talk to me, until my jaws got too wet for him. He was slurring and moaning and I did what any bitch like me would do, I pulled what we liked to call a switcher.
In the dark room with him all drugged up, I slipped out of my pants but kept my panties on.
“Yo...you gon’ give me some more of that…” he was in and out of consciousness and had no idea that I was about to put this boy pussy on him so fierce that he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.
“Hell yeah baby, I just gotta get a condom.” I never leave home without them. I don’t care how much a nigga claims that he loves me, I put a condom on they ass quick fast and in a hurry. And when I’m fucking, I always strap up.
But before I could get a condom he was up and behind me. His hands roaming all over me, kissing my neck.
“Hold on Uzi.”
“What, you afraid for me to touch you?” before I could stop him his hands were on my dick, grabbing where my pussy should be.
“What the fuck?” Shit...he backed away as I turned around,“Is that a dick…?”
“Let me explain.” His hands turned to fists.
“So you a man?”
“Look, this doesn’t mean anything. I’m still who you think I am...I…” I didn’t know whether he was going to hit me or kick me out.
“So you got a dick?”
“Look I…”
“So you on that shit. All you had to do was keep it one hundred wit a nigga.” I blinked as he grabbed his cup and sipped some more.
“So you're cool…” I watched his face, thinking that if I needed to I could get to the door and down the hallway in seconds ,.
“Man I already peeped, game. I knew what was up.” He said laughing. “Just wondered how long you was gonna play with a nigga.”
“What? You could tell...how?”
“Shit. When you fucked a tranny before you know what to look for.” He said laughing. “You thought a nigga was gonna spaz on you didn’t you?” I was speechless, I almost wanted to cry. Usually niggas finding out like this, weren’t this kind.
“Umm…”
“So we gonna fuck or what?” he was back to crunching on ice.
“Matter of fact, take all that shit off and let me see that ass.” He said plopping back on the couch rubbing his dick.
I did as he said, stripping down with my titties perky and my dick limp.
“Come here. Let me tell you something.” I walked slowly to him, still not sure if he was going to choke me out or kiss me. But the energy was so mellow I could tell he wasn’t on anything crazy. I was close enough to smell the lean on his breath. Sitting beside him he touched my dick, tugging at it and with every touch all of my problems seemed to fall away.
“You ain’t neva gotta worry about lying to me, you feel me. Just keep it one hundred wit me...A’ight” I nodded, tears dripping down my cheeks.
“Why you crying Shawty?” I didn’t really know why at first, but when I tried to find the words I realized he was the first person to really accept me for me. No wives, no pay offs, just two grown adults.
“Fuck me…” I told him, my ass was already wetter than a pussy. We kissed like two long lost lovers. Our hands everywhere, and mine on the condom sliding down his dick. And with a few good pushes he was inside me. Popping and dropping on him he was grabbing my hips, but I was the one doing all the work.
He moaned like a bitch as I dropped it down on his ass. I was like a bucking bronco and he was the cowboy that had to come ride me.
“Shit girl...damn this pussy tight.” That’s what all the niggas told me. After years of fucking, some girls got assholes that are flappy like a slice of bologna. Not this bitch, my shit is still tight and right, like a virgin, and I was working this pussy all over him. He was in me so deep, but the excitement wouldn’t let me nut.
“Damn girl...fuck,” he moaned from behind me. Looking at his eyes they were closed, and I knew the mud had taken over. He squeezed my leg and began pulling at my hips. That shit turned me on, even in his comatose state, he was still trying to keep up with me. His hand reached over, grabbing my dick and tugged, and that did it.
The competitive side of me took over. I pumped harder into him, my ass slapping up against his stomach as I set my assets down on him ,until I felt the cum and heat start to shoot through my body.
“Fuck!” I felt his hot load fill up the condom without warning and mine shot out across the carpet.
“FUCK!!” We both yelled together. Me much louder than him, and like two dogs we seemed stuck together for a few moments, then me falling away as he fell out of me.
Looking over my shoulder he was snoring, and damn near falling off the couch, but the smile on his face said it all.
“Boo…” he called out to me with his eyes still closed.
“Yeah baby.”
“We just keep your secret between us okay. Like for real, just you and me.”
“Okay boo. I rather it that way. Nobody can know.”
“Does that nigga Don know?” His eyes flew open and he sat straight up.
“No baby. Just my sister, she didn’t want me to get involved with you because of it. She won’t say anything.” He relaxed hearing that.
“A’ight, I’m about to go get in the shower. That pussy was good.” He got up, slapping me on the ass, stumbling to the bathroom.
I laid across the bed in a daze. I couldn’t believe what just happened.
I checked my phone, still full of messages, a call from my lover boy. I hit a few buttons and listened as his voice filled my line.
“Fendi...It's me… I love you. Please call....” I deleted the message instantly. I was done with Nick, he didn’t have to worry about me anymore.
“Next message.”
“Yeah bitch...I’m gonna kill yo faggot ass. Better keep yo ass out the A.” I laughed at that one, but it met the same fate of deletion.
“End of messages.” I hung up, laying back on the bed I took a small recap of my life.
I had a downlow fuckboy trying to kill me, a crazy wife mad at me, and a Houston drug Lord in the next room that accepted me for me. I wasn’t sure how much fuller a bitch’s hands could get, but mine were overflowing with shit. I didn’t need any more ba
d news.
Two Weeks Before The Storm
12
Martial Law
“Good thing that bullet wasn’t an inch to the right. You would have been permanently paralyzed.” The nurse said as she helped Nick into the house. But Rachel wasn’t that happy about it, she wished he was dead, it would have made her life much easier.
If only his ass would have died. She told herself, watching her hobbled husband hop.
“Yeah, I’m blessed to be here.” He said looking to his wife with a smile, but she didn’t return the gesture. Instead her face was stone, no smile, no frown, just vacant of all compassion, like a piece of stone.
It had been a long two weeks, filled with a few surgeries, but now it was time, Rachel’s husband was coming home but she still wasn’t happy, in fact she was irritated.
“Alright sir. Lift your leg.” The nurse asked Nick, but his wife wanted to break his leg again.
She was happy and irritated at the same time. Happy because now she could finally confront him, but sad as she would actually have to be in his presence.
Why don’t you just leave his ass? She asked herself, but she knew the answer to that. Leave him and do what? She had to wait, waiting was the name of the game, like she learned in the army.
If you wait, you can both be together. She thought about her love, her true love. Her superior officer was who she wanted, and for him she would wait forever. And if that meant eating shit with her husband, that’s what she would do. But what she found out was unacceptable, she wouldn’t play the innocent silent wife to a gay bastard.
It took everything in Rachel not to kick Nick out of the wheelchair, but she held Nick, trying to keep her composure and not act up in front of the nurse.
“Alright...there you go sir.” Rachel stood back as the nurse helped Nick into his wheelchair.
“Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.” Rachel said.
“No problem. I can show you how to care for him if you need it?”
“No thanks. I think I pretty much have everything covered.” Rachel gave a smile that would convince even the hardest jury that she was a loving and caring wife. Rubbing on her husband’s shoulders as the caregiver spoke, but the only thing on her mind was finally getting the truth.
“Well that is it. I’ll be back tomorrow to check on you.” Rachel played the role. She smiled from ear to ear, putting on the show of the perfect wife. But the squeeze she had on Nick’s shoulders was a vice grip.
“I’ll go ahead and walk you out.” Rachel smiled, walking behind the nurse to the door, leaving Nick by himself. She locked the door, and pulled her gun out of the holster before she even got to the stairs.
“Fendi...it's me…” She heard him whispering. “She knows. She knows everything.” She fought to stay hidden but she needed to know what else he was going to say. “She’s a cop...I never told you this but. She...she has connections. I think she might be trying to find you. Wherever you are, just stay there.”
Moving from her hiding place Rachel crept up on him. Calm and collected Rachel asked the question she already knew the answer to, “Who was that?”
“What...nobody?” He fumbled his cell phone, trying to stuff it in his pocket. But she didn’t believe him. She never believed him and now she had proof.
“You would think that after a woman stays by your side through a horrific accident, you would be true to her.”
“Look. I told you it was nothing. Please just drop this.” But she had no intention of dropping anything. Instead she was ready to pick up a few things that she had been waiting to say.
“I wish your ass was dead. A bullet right to the skill is what you deserve.”
“Why would you say that?” Rachel got in his face, her lips inches from his when she screamed her message into his face.
“BECAUSE YOU ARE A FUCKING LIAR!”
“I told you I was sorry. What else do you want me to do?”
“Die...I want you to die! I’ve wasted all this time on you and all you want is a fucking dick.”
“What are you talking about?”
To her he was a pile of shit, possibly lower than shit, and she gave him a look to show him just how low he was. “I thought you were over this...this shit with these men.”
Nick was surprised, shocked, and appalled all at the same time. He scrambled for words.
“Look. It was a mistake. I’ve had this urge for so long and I didn’t know how to tell you and...”
“SHUT UP...SHUT UP YOUR DAMN LIES” she showed him her gun now. She had turned a blind eye to his past. He was upfront and told her about a gay escapade in college.
“It was just college you told me. It was a mistake...you were confused.”
“Were you just as confused when you sucked the lieutenant’s dick in the squad car?” She froze for a moment.
“Yeah, I’m not the only one playing dirty am I? You didn’t know I knew about it. But the whole damn precinct knows.”
“No they don’t.” Nick laughed in reply. “You see. Two can play this game. Just because I’m cheating with a man doesn’t make shit any better for you. Or maybe it does, I don’t fucking know. All I know is I should have divorced your ass when I found out.”
“Found out?”
“Oh yeah. I’ve known for a long time. Or maybe I should just go to internal affairs with all the shit that I know.” Her career flashed before her eyes.
“You don’t mean that.” She thought about it for a moment. “If you’re not that guilty why did you sneak and call that bitch and tell him I was coming.”
“You're fucking crazy. I don’t know what you heard.”
“I HEARD EVERYTHING.” She screamed, her trigger finger throbbing, waiting to fire away. “I spent my life being who you wanted. Being there for you, and what do you do? You go and fuck some man.”
“Put the gun down Rachel.”
“I’m not putting shit down. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to in the house that I bought.”
“I paid for this damn house too.”
“When? When you didn’t have a dick in your mouth?”
“Look...this shit is going nowhere.” He tried pushing the wheelchair past her but it didn’t work.
“Where do you think you're going?”
“I’m going to the guest room. I’d rather sleep there than be in this damn room arguing with you.”
“No the fuck you aren’t. You are going to talk to me right now.”
“I don’t have shit to say to you. Now let me past dammit…” He hadn’t touched her in almost a year, and now he was pushing past her, not in love but in anger. Pushing past, he rolled down the hall, and as she watched something fired up inside of Rachel. Rage overtook her and instead of seeing her husband, she saw red. He wheeled himself right past the staircase and as he went down the hall she grabbed his chair from behind. Pushing him towards the stairs he screamed as the chair took a tumble.
She watched as he hit his head on the wall, the wheels of the chair spinning as his unconscious body lay at the bottom of the steps.
Seeing him like that sent Rachel into a panic. She hadn’t thought this through, she should have killed him a different way. This way would bring nothing but calls and questioning.
She only had one person to call for advice. Grabbing her cell phone she dialed his number.
“Hello...Bennett. What is it?” He answered. He called her by her last name and not by the pet name he had for her. That meant only one thing, he was around his wife.
“I did it...I killed him.”
“What?”
“I did it. I didn’t mean to. I think I killed him.”
“Wait a minute Bennett. What are you…?”
“Don’t fucking call me that, get away from around that bitch and talk to me like we usually do.”
“Bennett I think you might be drunk. I’ll pretend like I didn’t get this call. I’m on vacation with my wife and newborn. Get yourself together and take a few days off if you need
to. Have a good evening.” Just that quick the phone went dead. She was left alone, her husband lying at the bottom of the stairs and her lover was throwing her in the trash.
A phone ringing filled the air, it was coming from a phone that was discarded on the stairs from Nick’s fall. She galloped down the stairs, grabbing the phone.
The call went dead before she could get to it. But the number and the name on the phone was all she needed.
“You rat bastard. I hope you are dead, but if you aren’t, everybody you think about will be die fucking with me.” She screamed to Nick’s unconscious body.
Stepping over her husband without even taking a pulse, she walked out of the house and jumped into her car.
Dialing with her own cell phone she called the only place that could help.
“Davis.”
“Davis, I need a track on a phone and on a phone number.”
“You got authorization.”
“I’m in the field now. The authorization will be on your desk in the morning.” The pause on the line told her that Davis was unsure.
“Ummm. We're really not supposed to do it.”
“Come on. It’s me...I’ll have everything all ready for you and your ducks will be in a row. I promise.”
“Fine...what’s the number?” She glanced at the phone, reading off the number that just called.
“Alright. I should have a location in a few hours.”
“Hours...come on Davis. I’ll hold, just tell me where the calls are coming from.” He cleared his throat and the typing of the keyboard filled up the line.
“Looks like Houston. Houston, Texas.”
“Really…?”
“Yep...now when can I expect that Authorization number…?” Rachel paused, ready to tell a lie, but instead she hung up the phone. There would be no authorization number. Instead she pulled out her phone and put Houston into her GPS.
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Chapter - DON
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Since finding out my wife is having another baby, everything in my life has been upside down. The very next day my wife got sick and that meant I had to take care of the whole house. For damn near a week I was out of commission. I even had to take my wife to the hospital, with three kids sitting in an emergency room and no family to help. The shit nearly drove me insane, but you see who has your back when things get fucked up. All it took was a week and my whole operation fell to shit.
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