by Twyla T.
Every crew member knew exactly what their assignment was, and each of them were ready for battle. With the information they had, they knew that Jay’s team was tired of his shit. The plan wasn’t to take them out, but no one would hesitate if it became necessary. They had a night meeting planned and one of Jay’s crew members offered the information and skipped town. It was a known fact that Jay was always late, trying to make a grand entrance, so everyone would be in place and the attack would take place about five minutes after he entered the house. Everyone was sitting on ready and scheduled to head to their location, since the meeting was supposed to start at eight and it was almost seven o’clock then.
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“Damn, a nigga put it on you so good; you couldn’t wait to get some more I see. Yo ass normally wait months to call and shit,” Jay said to Stacey.
“The way you ate this pussy… your tongue been on my mind ever since, and my mouth has been salivating thinking about this big black dick of yours,” Stacey blissfully said as she grabbed Jay’s dick. They were at the Hilton in a suite and Stacey was about to blow Jay’s mind.
“I got a meeting to go in about an hour, but you wait here and I’ma come back, and we can make a night of this since you in town,” Jay contended.
“That sounds like a plan big daddy because I gotta run out and meet a friend shortly, but I gotta get me some before you go because I’m horny as fuck,” Stacey alleged. Stacey rubbed all over Jay, discreetly checking to make sure he didn’t have a gun on him. When she was positive that he didn’t, the strip tease began. She kissed him gently and rubbed her hands all over his body before removing his shirt. She pushed him back onto the bed and made a trail down his stomach, leading to his anxiously erect dick. “Let me handcuff your ass while I suck this big ass dick,” Stacey pleaded after she pulled it out. Jay was just ready to feel her mouth on him and he never replied, so she hopped up and grabbed the cuffs from her purse and locked him to the bed.
Stacey went to work on his dick after he was secured. He moaned with his eyes closed, as she had her way with him. She was becoming hornier and wanted to feel that dick inside of her, but that wasn’t part of the plan. Within seconds, Kamora walked out of the bathroom dressed in a black Herve Leger sleeveless origami and a pair of black Christian Louboutin pumps. She decided to wear the exact same outfit she wore the night Marquez was killed. In her right hand was a Maxim 9 pistol with a built-in silencer and she had her iPhone in her left hand. When Jay no longer felt Stacey’s mouth on him for a few seconds, he opened his eyes and asked what was wrong and why in the hell did she stopped.
“What the fuck?” he hollered when Kamora stepped into view. “So, you know this bitch? And you know Brooklyn too?” Jay curiously asked Stacey, while giving her a death stare. In his mind, he still thought Brook was setting him up.
“It’s been almost seven years since I laid eyes on you. I knew, once I saw you again, I would immediately know who you were,” Kamora started off by saying. Jay was staring at her with hate, but not knowing what the fuck she was talking about.
“You took something from me that night on Roswell Road while driving your black Impala SS,” Kamora continued. Jay’s eyes bucked then turned to anger.
“Oh, so you was the bitch with that bitch ass nigga that night. I thought I killed yo muthafuckin ass too!” Jay said while smirking. “You gon have to kill me bitch, because if-” Jay started saying.
“Yeah, I was the bitch that night, and I’m an even badder bitch tonight,” Kamora starkly quipped, then fired two shots. One bullet landed into Jay’s head and one into his heart. She was a sharp shooter, all thanks to her late husband. Feeling unremorseful about killing Jay, she slowly dialed Demetrius’ cellphone number after watching Jay take his last breath.
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“Where the fuck is this nigga at? I know we promised not to go in until he showed up, but I’m fucking annoyed now. I can’t wait to kill this muthafucka,” Demetrius fumed.
“We got here a little early; that nigga should be here shortly and please believe his ass is grass, boss. Mark my words, tonight will be his last night taking up space on this earth,” Peanut replied.
Demetrius’ cellphone started ringing. He didn’t want to answer because he needed to stay focused, but it was Kamora and he could brush her off quickly. The call connected to his Bluetooth and Kamora said, “Hey babe, where you at?” before he could even answer.
“Just sitting here with Peanut, getting ready to handle some business,” he sharply replied.
“I need you to meet me at the Hilton Hotel… like right now! Third floor, first room on the right by the staircase,” Kamora told him.
“You gonna have to give me like an hour baby,” Demetrius told her. “Is everything okay?” he asked.
“Yes! Everything is fine. I just need the cleanup crew,” she replied and hung up.
“THE GOT DAMN CLEANUP CREW!!” Demetrius and Peanut said in unison and smirked. Demetrius looked at Peanut and nodded his head, and Peanut knew exactly what to do.
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After Kamora hung up on Demetrius, she looked over at Stacey.
“I’m just so glad this is over with for you, and I’m glad I was able to help you. Don’t even think about parting your lips to say thank you,” Stacey told her. Kamora went and gave her a hug then sat down. She knew Demetrius would be there within twenty minutes. He would do anything necessary to get to her quickly and she loved him for that. She started thinking about how she executed her plan.
After seeing Jamal, or Jay, whoever he wanted to be, I knew I wouldn’t rest until he was nonexistent on earth. He took something from me that I would never be able to get back. I know that with the lifestyle Marquez lived, there was always a chance of him being taken away from me. It was hard to deal with, but I survived. I had to survive for D’Mani because he needed me. If I had never laid eyes on Marquez’s killer again, I would have continued pushing the thought of justice being served further and further to back of my mind but, after seeing him again, all of my old thoughts resurfaced.
When I found out that Stacey had a connection with Jay, my mind started moving at lightning speed, trying to figure out ways to get to him. I met with Stacey twice and we started putting a plan together. She said she pretty much had Jay wrapped around her fingers and could get him to do anything because she only gave him the pussy every few months. After she said that, we knew just how to get him. We weren’t quite sure of tying him up was going to work or not, but it was a chance I was willing to take. I wanted him tied up so that I could talk to him before I sent him to meet his maker. If that plan wouldn’t have worked, I was just gonna shoot him, point blank period.
I knew all about Demetrius’ plan to kill Jay tonight because he talked freely around me and I listened when he thought I wasn’t listening because I needed to be one step ahead. I know he wanted Jay dead extremely bad, and so did I, which was why he was lying on the bed breathless at the moment.
Knock Knock.
Two knocks at the door snapped Kamora out of her thoughts. Stacey went to open the door and in walked Demetrius and Peanut. They both looked at the bed and then at Kamora and Stacey. Kamora still had the gun in her right hand and her cellphone was sitting on the table right beside her. “Don’t worry. I shot the security cameras out, so the cleanup crew shouldn’t have a problem. You called them, right?” Kamora stated. Demetrius pulled her up and wrapped his arms around her. He wanted to be mad at her for putting herself in danger, but he wasn’t selfish enough to fuss at her. He wanted to blow Jamal’s brains out himself, but as long as it got done and he knew it was done for sure, he could live with it.
“Come on baby, let’s go home,” Demetrius said to Kamora. He knew he found his ride or die woman and he thanked God for blessing him with a wonderful woman like Kamora. Satisfied with tonight’s outcome, Demetrius gave Peanut the signal while walking out of the door; he knew everything would be taken care of.
Epilogue
Brook was standing on the beach in Bora Bora in a long white flowing dress. She couldn’t help but to think back over her life and the events that had gotten her to this place in her life. A place of peace. She obtained her degree in Medical Coding and Billing from Atlanta Technical College and was now working full time at Grady Health System. She was now focusing on herself and making her life better. Continuing with therapy, now only once per month, she was able to fully recognize the strength she gained within from each of her many struggles. She was now living in Kamora’s old house, and Kamora and Demetrius also gave her a brand new Audi as a graduation gift. She loved her cousin to death and was grateful that she never gave up on her.
Nikki stood beside Brook wearing a similar white dress, smiling from ear to ear. She was also embracing the changes of her life. Thanks to Kamora, she was working in the new center they opened for underprivileged kids five months ago. She looked out and saw Chad sitting there with KJ and his daughter beside him and couldn’t help but to smile. Ken was all she had ever known, but she thanked God daily for removing him and replacing him with someone ten times better. Ken was free to pick KJ up whenever he wanted. Nikki told him that she would never keep his son away from him. It turned out that the kids Ken thought were his, were actually one of his partner’s children. Sabrina played his narrow black ass big time. Nikki couldn’t help but to laugh and shake her head at the thought when Ken came running back to her, begging and pleading. She dismissed him with the quickness.
Stacey stood beside Nikki, happy to be surrounded by such loving people. Always being consumed with her work and wanting to excel in her career, she forgot to make time to enjoy life. When she met Kamora for lunch that Saturday a year ago, she told herself that she would do better. There was no other place that she would rather be at that exact moment. She kept stealing glances at Peanut and, every time he winked and licked his lips, she smiled because she knew what the night would consist of.
Demetrius smiled when D’Mani walked towards him while holding a ring and pulling DJ in a wagon, as he laid in a baby carrier sleeping peacefully. Today was the day he was saying “forever my lady” with the love of his life. He never thought about settling down and becoming a family man. However, that fateful day and the chance meeting at the grocery store quickly changed his mind. God and fate knew that he needed a positive change in his life and delivered it to him by bringing Kamora and D’Mani in his life. He thanked God daily for allowing him to transition from his street ways and become a legit business and family man. He knew that many weren’t able to do such a thing, and he didn’t take it for granted. His best man Peanut, who was standing beside him, was holding things down and had made a name for himself in less than a year’s time. Demetrius tried not to get into the business because he knew it would only draw him back in, but he would always be there when Peanut needed him and Peanut knew, without a doubt, he could count on his boy. Peanut made mention of only being in the game a few more years, and he knew if he wanted Stacey by his side forever, he would have to make that happen.
Kamora was beyond elated as she walked towards everyone she loved and knew loved her, while wearing a white custom made wedding dress by Vera Wang. To say she was blessed would be an understatement. She was thankful for the path her life had taken. She looked at each of her bridesmaids, her children, her mother-in-law, Peanut, the few guests that were in attendance, and last but certainly not least, the man who she was about to say “I do” to, and sped up her pace to make it to him. She wanted something exclusive for the people who meant the most to her, and Demetrius made it happen. After vowing to never love a dope boy again, she never thought she would be happily marrying a reformed dope boy. She had to laugh at herself and remind herself about saying, “never say never.” The way Demetrius stormed into her life and not relenting for one second was like a breath of fresh air. He brought out feelings in her that she thought was lost, as well as brought feelings and emotions she never knew she had. The instant connection between him and D’Mani made her heart sing. Now, her family has expanded with DJ, and her heart has never felt so full and content as it was at that moment.
After Trish was found in a known alley with a needle in her arm and dead from an overdose, the case was closed. It was proven that D’Mani was in fact Demetrius’ son, and they talked to him about it. Initially, Kamora felt some type of way about the whole situation but, after attending family therapy sessions, everything worked out. She couldn’t hold Demetrius past against him, so she looked forward to the future with her small family. It helped that D’Mani vaguely remembered Marquez and, since he wasn’t his biological father, Kamora wouldn’t press the issue. He was overjoyed to be Demetrius’ son and to be a big brother to DJ. The love and life she had with Marquez was real and would always be cherished, but his forever was over. Now, Kamora knew and believed that God had a plan for everything. Her life was meant for so much more, and she wouldn’t change a thing to experience the love and happiness that she has now. She acknowledged that God knew what he was doing when he put Demetrius in her life.
After exchanging vows and taking pictures, everyone in attendance relaxed and enjoyed themselves. The part-time nanny that Kamora hired was in attendance, and she took the kids with her after night fell, while the adults enjoyed themselves to the fullest. Kamora and Demetrius danced their way into their new life before leaving their guests to start their honeymoon. As soon as they hit their room, Demetrius attacked his new wife, and they made love all night long.
TO MY WONDERFUL READERS
My fifth book, and second series is officially complete. I really can’t thank you all enough for taking a chance on me. I truly hope you enjoyed these characters in I’ll Never Love A Dope Boy Again as much as I did. They grew on me from the very beginning and I enjoyed telling their stories. As always, I want your honest feedback because it helps me to grow as an author. Please leave me a review on Amazon. Good Reads, and/or any of my social media sites and I promise I will read them all. My Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram handles are @authortwylat
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Other great reads by Author Twyla T.
We Both Can’t Be Bae 1
We Both Can’t Be Bae 2
We Both Can’t Be Bae 3
I’ll Never Love A Dope Boy Again
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NEW SERIES COMING SOON!!!!
Sneak Peak of HIS MAIN SHAWTY
Chapter 1
“Wake up Babyface!” Nicole said while beating on the wall and screaming. “You get up too, Vice!” he heard his mom yelling to his first cousin in the other room.
“I’m already up auntie,” he heard Vice reply right away.
“Look at this nigga; how the hell he always beat me up and his ass be out later than me?” Babyface mumbled while pulling the covers back over his head. A minute later, his door swung open and his mom began screaming again. “I’m up mama! I heard you the first time,” Babyface said with an attitude.
“Well, it don’t look like your ass up, boy! Get up now! I can’t be late for work again and I need to see y’all making some moves before I leave out the door. You want to eat, don’t you? You like having a roof over your head, right? Clothes on your back and shoes on your feet too… well, that shit ain’t free. I work hard to provide all this shit. The least you can do is get your ass up and get ready for school on time,” Nicole continued fussing while Babyface walked slowly into his closet. He kept his clothes ironed and on hangers so that he would be able to dress quickly, especially in times like he was dealing with at the moment. When he pulled out a brand new pair of Jordans, his mom eyed him suspiciously because they were a pair that she didn’t buy. He knew more
of her mouth was soon to follow, so he hurriedly ran to bathroom and washed his face, brushed his teeth, then hopped in the shower.
Once Babyface was dressed, he stared at himself in the mirror and smirked. Standing five feet nine inches tall, the girls loved his smooth chocolate skin that resembled a Hershey bar, his muscular body, and ripped stomach. Working out did his body great justice. He licked those sexy lips of his, thinking about how the girls always told him he had kissable lips. His mom had a fit when she finally saw the tattoos he had gotten behind her back, but he was addicted to ink and knew there would be more to come. Babyface smirked before walking away from the mirror because he knew he looked good.
“Listen you two, don’t get in no trouble at school today. I don’t need no phone calls today. Vice, I know this knucklehead is your favorite cousin, but you better stop letting him get your ass in trouble,” Nicole said before walking out the door on her way to work.
“That’s some straight bullshit; how she think yo ass is a saint. Yo mu’fuckin ass stay in mo shit than me, hell,” Babyface said to his cousin while they were walking out of the door and on their way to school.
“I am a saint; you better get like me,” Vice chuckled and replied, while taking a toke of the blunt in his hand before passing it to his cousin. They made a pit stop by the store and only had five minutes to get to school before they would be considered late.
“Damn, you would think seniors would have special privileges or some shit. Gotta be at school the same fucking time as everybody else,” Babyface fussed and said because he knew they were about to be late.
