I'll Never Love A Dope Boy Again 2

by Twyla T.

  “If your story checks out, I got you, ma,” Peanut honestly told her. He called Smoke’s phone, but it went straight to voicemail, so he sent him a text, letting him know that he had some important shit to fill him in on. Peanut knew that Smoke was home with Kamora, so he contemplated going over to let him know then or wait until the next morning. He finally decided that it could wait. “You fucking or what?” Peanut finally asked Coco and the smile that was plastered across her face let him know that he had been right all along.

  Coco walked up to him and unbuckled his pants and watched as they fell to the floor. She was on her knees and had his dick inside of her mouth in seconds. “Got damn!” Peanut huffed when she showcased her skills. He had to move toward the couch and sit down before he fell because the shit was feeling so damn good. She licked his dick up and down, flattened her tongue, and ran it slowly against the large vein on the underside of his dick. Massaging his balls, she relaxed her mouth and took him in as deep as she could go. Coco deep throated him, and Peanut let out a loud hiss. She then filled her mouth with his balls and twirled her tongue around the head of dick, rotating between sucking and licking. Feeling the vibration and tightening of his dick, Coco knew his orgasm was close. She was ready to finish him off. She increased her speed and pressure, bobbing up and down on his dick and, within minutes, Peanut spilled his cum down her throat, enjoying himself as Coco swallowed every drop, causing him to grin like a fucking Cheshire cat. “Got damn girl! Where the hell you been all my life?” Peanut excitedly inquired out loud, while thinking what a shame he was going to have to kill a bitch that gave head that fucking good.

  Chapter 8

  “I know we haven’t been together that long, but I always heard that when a man knows who he wants to spend the rest of his life with, he will know right away, and I know I want you by my side forever,” Jay said to Brooklyn while sitting across from her at dinner, holding a banging ass princess cut diamond ring. They were enjoying a meal at Morimoto Maui in Hawaii. The famous restaurant was located in South Maui and the patrons had a breathtakingly beautiful view of Mokapu Beach, while enjoying delicious meals. Brook was admiring the gorgeous sunset fade into the ocean until Jay broke her from the view, as well as her thoughts.

  When she saw the ring he was holding, both of her hands instantly flew to her mouth. Tears started streaming down her face. Brook started thinking about everything that she had done and been through in life. Being in a relationship was different and Jay was different as well, but she didn’t want to go back to her old ways. She wished daily that Keisha was still here and they both could have made a change together but, deep down, she knew Keisha would never change. She was set in her ways. Maybe this is God’s way of giving me a fresh start. Jay is controlling, but he loves me. I’ll probably never get another opportunity like this. He promised he would never hit me again. I wish my mom was still here.

  “You wanna roll with me for life Brooklyn?” Jay asked her, snapping her from her thoughts. It took her a minute to realize what he was asking her but, when it finally registered, her eyes lit up.

  “YEESSS Yes, I’ll marry you!!” Brooklyn squealed and hopped up from her chair and went around the table and fell into Jay’s arms. The patrons that were watching all started clapping, cheering, and giving them both well wishes. Jay slid the ring on Brooklyn’s finger and she stared at it with a big Kool Aid smile on her face.

  When Brook sat back down, she was happy. Jay decided to fly to Hawaii two days ago and, so far, he had been with her the entire time. He took phone calls, but there hadn’t been any disappearances, so Brook looked at her ring and felt like she had finally gotten her life together. She couldn’t wait to call Kamora, but then she thought about D’Mani and got sad. Brook texted Kamora for updates, but she didn’t let her know that she was gone. She felt like that would have been inconsiderate.

  “What’s wrong?” Jay asked when he saw the sad look come upon Brooklyn’s face. She hesitated because normally, Jay dismissed her problems like they were nothing, but she decided since they were getting married, he would be more understanding now.

  “I just thought about my little cousin that’s missing. I just don’t know who would take him and I hope he’s okay,” Brook sadly stated. Brook noticed Jay shift in his chair, but then he told her not to worry herself and he was sure that the little fella would turn up soon. Brook picked up her fourth cocktail of the evening and finished it off.

  Later that night after returning from one of the hottest clubs in Maui, Jay was laid back on the bed butt ass naked, smoking a blunt. Brook stripped out of her Herve Leger dress, threw it on the chaise, and walked over and took the blunt out of Jay’s hands and he looked at her side eyed, but didn’t say anything. He was trying his best to win her over completely. After she poured another drink, he finally spoke up. “You know you gonna have to cut that shit out when you carrying my seed, right?” he asked her.

  “You want kids?” Brook asked after she downed half of her drink. She didn’t want to tell him she didn’t want any kids any time soon. She made a mental note to sneak and get some birth control as soon as she could get away from him.

  “Yeah, I want kids. I want a bunch of em too, so you might as well get ready,” Jay said, not bothering to tell her he already had a few kids. Brook didn’t want to continue the current topic of conversation, so she leaned down and wrapped her lips around Jay’s big black dick.

  “Ahhhh… yeah, suck daddy’s big dick!” Jay moaned. Brook worked her magic and had his toes curling. She knew exactly what to do to make him cum with her tongue, but she wanted to ride his dick, so she pulled her thong off and slid down onto his thick pole.

  “Ummm… yahhhsss daddy!” Brook moaned as she closed her eyes and glided up and down on his dick. She squeezed her pelvic muscles tight and made Jay moan.

  “Ride this dick ma!” he said. Brook rode him as if her life depended on it, while moaning and bucking wildly. Jay flipped her over and commanded her to get on all fours. She obliged and he entered her in one swift motion from the back, causing her to fall forward. “Get up and take this dick!” he instructed her.

  “I can handle it,” Brooklyn told him, not wanting it to seem as if he was getting the best of her. He smacked her ass hard and pulled her tracks.

  “I’m not gon ask you who pussy this is; you just need to tell me!” Jay said and slapped her on the ass again.

  “It’s yours, daddy! This is all your pussy!” Brooklyn told him as she threw her ass back at him. Jay reached around with his left hand and played with her clit and used his right hand to pinch her right nipple, causing her to cum instantly. He flipped her over and buried his face between her legs, sucking up every drop of cum that he could. “Ahhh… shit! Eat your pussy baby!” Brook told him. After Jay was satisfied with feasting from her mound, he entered her wetness again and deep stroked her until he came, filling her up with his cum.

  “Shit! You got some good ass pussy and you better not ever give it to another nigga!” Jay said after he plopped down beside her on the bed.

  “It’s all yours daddy!” Brook said while wrapping her arms around him and holding him tight.

  The next day, Brook woke up before Jay and decided to cook a little breakfast. The resort they were staying at was fully equipped with any and everything one would need. Brook wasn’t big on cooking, but she knew the basics, so she whipped up some scrambled eggs with cheese, toast, bacon, and sausage. She heard Jay on the phone just as she was finishing up and eased closer, so she could hear what he was talking about since he appeared to be whispering. When she heard him say Coco’s name, she somewhat relaxed and told herself she needed to hook up with Coco when she got back, after visiting Kamora.

  Brook fixed Jay a plate and took it to him. As soon as she walked into the room, he ended his phone call. “My baby got up and cooked for me, huh.” Jay said after placing his phone on the nightstand.

  “Yeah, I decided to hook a lil sumn sumn up for you,” she replied while smil
ing. Brook went back into the kitchen and fixed herself a plate and poured them both some orange juice. They were leaving in a few hours, but Jay told her he was taking her shopping first and she was excited about it. Money was never an option with him and Brook loved it.

  They both shopped until they dropped. Literally. Jay had to pay someone to carry their bags to the car because neither of them were able to hold anything else. By the time they boarded the jet five hours later, they were both exhausted. After they took their seats, Brook leaned over and gave Jay a kiss, turned her apple music radio on, put her headphones in, and closed her eyes. She knew Jay would be asleep himself momentarily, so there was no need for her to fight sleep.

  Chapter 9

  D’Mani had been crying so much that he made himself sick. Due to all of the crying, he was forced into a room alone. He was threatened to shut up before someone heard him. “If you continue to cry and cause someone to come in here, you’re gonna have to die,” his captor said to him. D’Mani was smart enough to dry up his tears instantly. He asked for his mommy over and over, until someone told him to stop asking for that bitch because she wasn’t his real mom anyway. Kamora was all D’Mani knew, so that response confused him.

  Later through the night, D’Mani noticed a cellphone lying beside his captor while they were sleeping. He had his mommy’s cellphone and house number memorized, so he was determined to get to that phone. Slowly, he crept across the floor and eased within reach of the cellphone. His captor shifted and D’Mani froze and held his breath. It was dark outside, but the light from the moon illuminated through the thin curtains and shined brightly.

  D’Mani was able to successfully grab the cellphone. As soon as he did, he eased back to the room he was occupying. He dialed Kamora’s cell phone number, but she didn’t pick up. Next, he dialed the house number. It rang about five times before Kamora finally answered. “Mommy… mommy!” D’Mani said, a little too excitedly.

  “D’Mani… baby. Oh, my God! Where are you?” Kamora cried from the other end of the phone. D’Mani heard footsteps but, before he could reply, the phone was snatched away from him.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Who did you call?” his captor asked him. Tears streamed down D’Mani’s face because he knew what was about to happen. He had already been given the rules, but he had to try to call his mommy. “You know what this means, right?” D’Mani was asked before he was snatched up and carried away kicking and screaming.

  “NO NOOO PUT ME DOWN!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!! PLEASE HELP ME!!! D’Mani screamed before his mouth was covered and he was thrown in the trunk.

  Chapter 10

  “Gimme my phone you little…” was all Kamora heard before the line went dead.

  “D’Mani… D’Mani!!” Kamora cried into the phone.

  “Hello... hello… Dee,” Demetrius said into the phone after he grabbed it from Kamora. Once he realized the line was dead, he hung the phone up and pulled Kamora into his embrace. “What did he say baby?” Demetrius asked her, while checking the caller ID. The number was private and he cursed out of frustration.

  “He just… just kept calling my… my name,” Kamora said between sobs. Demetrius tried his best to soothe her, but he was ready to pop off.

  “We know he’s still alive and we’re gonna find him,” Demetrius told her, trying his best to comfort her. Kamora then told him the last words she heard before the phone was taken away and she was upset with herself because she couldn’t tell if the voice screaming at D’Mani was from a man or woman.

  Demetrius jumped up and told Kamora to call the police and update them, while he called Peanut. She tried to ask him where he was going, but he had thrown on his shoes and jeans and was out of the room before she could get the words out. Kamora had the cellphone number of the leading officer who was assigned to the case, so she dialed his number. Detective Johnson told them to call day or night with any and all updates, so she didn’t care that it was almost four o’clock in the morning. She ran everything down to him over the phone, and he told her that he would be there as soon as the sun came up, but he was in the process of seeing if the call could be traced since she answered the phone.

  Demetrius had Peanut meet him at one of the trap houses that was the closest to where he was. Since traffic wasn’t an issue, it only took both of them ten minutes to make it to their destination, cutting the normal time in half. “D’Mani just called the house man. We gotta find him right muthafuckin now before someone… we just gotta find him bruh,” Demetrius said, trying his best to hold it together.

  “Was a number on the caller ID?” Peanut asked while pacing and thinking. Demetrius informed him that there wasn’t a number. Demetrius’ cellphone rang just when he was about to continue talking. It was Kamora. She told him about the call she had with the detective and told him he was going to do all he could to trace the call. She also told him that she had a missed call from a private number on her cellphone, so D’Mani had to have called her cellphone first. Demetrius listened to her vent for a few minutes, then told her he knew she wasn’t going to sleep but advised her to at least try to relax. He let her know that he was hitting the streets hard as fuck, but he would be back before the detectives arrived.

  “This fuckin’ city so big; ain’t no telling where the fuck they got him at!” Demetrius said while shaking his head.

  “You right, but we gonna find him!” Peanut tried to assure his partner as they hopped in Demetrius’ Tahoe. Demetrius made calls to his team and updated them on the situation, and everyone knew what roles to take. Each team had a particular area to target and they all were instructed to go hard as fuck for the next ninety minutes, then meet up at the spot. While they were out driving, trying to find leads, Peanut tried to distract Demetrius by updating him on information that he had received. Peanut told him that he was handling things and trying to verify the information before making any kind of move. Demetrius didn’t have his mind focused on business right now and told Peanut he trusted him to handle the situation.

  Just like every other time, no one found any new leads. Demetrius kicked the TV when he walked back in the trap house, and it fell to the floor and shattered. Everyone knew he was pissed the fuck off and frustrated because he was so use to making sure everything was straight, and he felt like a failure. No one said or did anything. They knew that if Demetrius turned into Smoke, no one would be safe. On more than one occasion, he had spazzed out and everyone knew to just let him be.

  Returning home to Kamora’s house, Demetrius walked back into the house and found Kamora sitting in the living room in the dark. “Still no luck?” she stated more than asked. He flopped onto the couch and threw his head back and sighed loudly.

  “This shit is ridiculous! My people have looked every got damn where and still nothing. I’m gonna up the reward. That should make someone move. You would think a million dollars would do it,” Demetrius vented while shaking his head.

  “I was already thinking about bumping it up to two million. I was gonna tell you today. Maybe we should do five,” Kamora said.

  “I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get lil man back safely. Let’s wait until after they try to trace the call tho,” Demetrius said. “Yo ass bout got as much money as me,” Demetrius joked while chuckling and trying to lighten the mood.

  At about twenty-five minutes after eight, there was a knock at the door. Kamora beat Demetrius to the door. They were expecting Detective Johnson and that’s exactly who was standing there, along with his female partner. Kamora greeted them both and ushered them in, and the four of them sat down in the living room. Kamora, once again, ran down the entire conversation between her and D’Mani and told them about the missed call on her cellphone, since she didn’t see it until after she had hung up with Detective Johnson. Both detectives listened attentively and made notes. “We aren’t positive that we can trace the call since it was private and made to your landline, but we are on it. It would have been easier if it was answered from your cel
lphone, but we are working hard to make a connection,” Detective Johnson said.

  “Have you guys thought of anyone that may have done this to get back at you?” Detective Johnson’s partner asked.

  “If we would’ve thought of anyone, we would’ve told you,” Kamora replied smartly. She was sick of that same woman insinuating that she was hiding something.

  “I’m only doing my job ma’am,” the detective said. Kamora stood up and Demetrius pulled her back down, trying to diffuse the situation. He didn’t like what the female detective was doing either, but he knew they didn’t need to piss them off and make them cancel the search. Cops were not people he wanted any dealings with but, in the current situation, there was no other choice.

  They all talked for about twenty to thirty more minutes and Detective Johnson assured them that he was working his hardest to resolve the issue. Kamora and Demetrius both walked them out and thanked them. “Be sure to call at any time if something comes up,” he told them before getting into his car. Kamora let him know that she would call whenever she heard anything else. Demetrius and Kamora went back into the house and got lost in their own thoughts. Both of them were blaming themselves and wondering if they had been doing enough. To them, it seemed as if they should be on the move twenty-four seven, but it was really impossible to do, so they felt stuck.

  “You think they’re gonna kill him?” Kamora finally broke the dead silence and asked.

  “He’s gonna be just fine baby. I got a feeling that he’s gonna turn up and be just fine,” Demetrius sincerely stated and kissed Kamora on the forehead. Kamora silently prayed that he was right. Hearing D’Mani’s voice brought on even more emotions than she was already feeling. She leaned over onto Demetrius’ chest and closed her eyes, while continuing to pray for her baby’s safe return.