My ass rocked back and forth and shook like jelly as Amir made love to my pussy. “Fuck meee,” I begged, feeling extra horny and super wet. His dick penetrated me and his nuts slapped my ass. I went crazy when his thumb jammed into my ass. “Ohh, shit,” I screamed out, nearly losing my breath.
“You like it rough, don’t cha?” He penetrated harder and harder as my screaming grew louder.
“Yesss, Amir, I love it rough,” I shouted out in a feelgood pain. His thumb sent chills through my body. “Oh, Lord,” I screamed louder.
“Don’t call on the Lord now because I’m your savior and here to deliver you,” he bragged. He was fingering and dicking me down at the same time.
“Shittt, Amir,” I cried out as my body started shaking. I felt multiple orgasms coming on. I braced myself, and tightened my muscles. My juices covered his dick as if Michelangelo painted it himself.
“Shit, damn, bae.” My knees became weak and my body crashed onto the floor. His heavy ass lay on top of my back. He spread my ass cheeks, and my pussy was poking out. He stuck his dick back inside my cum-leaking pussy.
He braced himself on the floor as I arched my ass up slightly to feel all his dick inside of me. “Yesss, bae.” He was digging deep into my pussy fast as hell.
Our breathing became heavy. “This is my pussy.” His body and my ass made a clapping sound each time he penetrated me. “My pussy, bitch,” he muttered. Usually I would have raised hell, but the dick was so good I didn’t care what he called me. All I knew was that he had my pussy on fire.
“Yes, I’m your bitch,” I chimed because I was in total bliss and ecstasy at the same time. My pussy spat out cum all over his dick. I was breathless as he lay on top of me, gasping for air.
I was happy that this episode was over. I ain’t goin’ to lie; since I’d been fucking with Amir this was the best fuck that he ever gave me. I got up, grabbed my underwear, and rushed to the bathroom. As soon as I heard him get up, I turned on the water, bracing myself for what was about to come.
“Nay, man, somebody just fucking robbed me, shawty!” He busted into the bathroom, yelling.
“Boy, what you talking about? Where is yo’ gun? Is they still here?” I jumped out of the shower. My body still had soap on it. I grabbed my robe, which was nearby. By this time, he was yelling on the phone. I really couldn’t understand what he was saying ’cause he was talking too fast.
“I swear, dawg, I’m going to kill whoever the fuck did this shit. I swear on my dead mama, yo.” His threats rang in my ears.
I hurried up and got dressed. The truth was, I wasn’t sure how this was going to turn out. I wanted to call London to see if she was all right, but I couldn’t do it at the moment.
He hung the phone up and turned toward me. “Yo, I’m going to ask you this one time and one time only: did you give anybody the codes that I gave you? Please, Nay, think carefully before you respond.”
“Hell naw! So you think I had something to do with this? I was here with you.”
He didn’t say anything else to me. Instead, he picked up his 9 mm off the nightstand and walked out. I heard him go down the stairs, but I was still too shaken to move. My phone started ringing, but I pressed ignore and put it on silent. I had no idea how this was going to end. “God, please get me out of this situation,” I whispered under my breath.
He was gone for a long time and I just sat on the bed, contemplating my next move. London and I supposed to be boarding an early morning flight out of Richmond. We were ATL bound. We had no idea where we were going, but we decided we would figure that out once we got there. I was really looking forward to starting over.
“Bitch! I asked you who the fuck you gave my code to and you looked in my motherfucking face and lied to me.” He took several steps toward me and slapped me with the butt of his gun.
I stood up and tried to reach for my purse, but it was on the far end of the dresser. I looked down at my shirt and saw bright red blood.
“What the fuck are you talking about? I didn’t give yo’ shit to anyone,” I said, still sticking to my story.
“Shut up, you lying-ass bitch! Before I kill you, I want you to know why I killed yo’ ass,” he yelled as he slapped me with an open hand.
I started crying, but I was no match for this big nigga. I could see if the nigga was fat, but he was tall and had muscles. My mouth was twisted to the side and I barely could get the words out to plead for my life. I was certain, I was going to die. In my heart, I was hoping my girl was smart enough to get away fast. He grabbed me by my weave and started dragging me while calling me all kinds of degrading words.
He dragged me down the stairs and opened a door and dragged me inside. I knew it was over for me now. I closed my eyes and start asking God for forgiveness.
“Bitch, you see this? Look, ho.” He gripped my face and turned it to a screen. I almost fainted. This nigga had cameras throughout the entire house, even in the fucking shower. I swallowed, but it hurt. A lump formed in my throat. “Look, bitch! See? That’s yo’ motherfucking homegirl. The same little bitch who was in the car wit’ that nigga Keon. So tell me, Nay, how did this bitch get into my house and into my safe? You see? That is my motherfucking money she’s putting in a garbage bag.” He started applying pressure to my jawbone, hurting the hell out of my face.
“Stop, you hurting me,” I tried to scream out.
“Bitch, answer me. How did this bitch get into my house?”
“I don’t know! I swear to you, Amir, I didn’t give nobody the codes. I would never do that to you. I am having your baby.” I pleaded for mercy.
“Bitch, let’s go!” He dragged me back up the stairs. “Nay, I’m going to kill you, but you can stop that by calling yo’ bitch and telling her you coming over so you can get your cut of the money.”
This nigga was losing his mind. I knew he wanted me to set my girl up, but I would have rather died. “I’m not doing that,” I said.
“Bitch, you will.” He punched me in my eye, instantly closing it.
“Noooooo! Please don’t do this. I swear I don’t know nothing about this.” My cries fell on deaf ears because this big nigga kept pounding me as if I were a nigga in the streets. I stopped pleading and just started crying silently. He finally let me go and shoved me to the ground, and pointed his gun at my face. He pressed the barrel to my forehead.
“Now, bitch, wipe those fucking tears and dial that bitch’s number. You gonna act like everything is cool and let her know you coming through.”
I could barely pick my head up, but I did and looked at this nigga.
“Bitch, do it,” he yelled as spit flew out of his mouth and his eyes popped out wide. It was sickening to see him in such a rage. I knew his intentions for me were not good and I didn’t see a way out.
“Bitch, dial the fucking number before I blow your fucking brains out now.” He cocked the gun at my head with his hand on the trigger.
God, this can’t end like this, I silently said to myself.
I scrambled for my phone that was in my cross-body bag. I swear I didn’t want to do this, but I figured if I could make it out of here, I may have a chance to get away from him. I just hoped London was smart enough to figure out what was going on.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
London
I was nervous as hell putting in the code to get into the complex. I’d never done anything like this before, but with the help of Deon, I was set to go. He wanted to come inside with me, but I begged him not to. Nay was inside and I swear I didn’t want to bring any harm to my girl. I also thought long and hard about everything that I was about to do, and I felt in my heart there was no other way out.
I said a prayer to God before I got out of the dark car. I didn’t want to raise suspicions, so I walked calmly to the front door. I took a long breath. My sweaty hands trembled as I turned the doorknob. My girl was on point when she told me the door was going to be left open. I really didn’t know what to expect when I crept through the kitch
en with the gun that Keon gave me in my hand.
Keith Sweat’s song “Make It Last Forever” played from the bedroom, which made it that much easier for me to walk through the house with my gun cocked, aimed, and ready.
The bedroom door was slightly open. I hugged my body against the wall as I eased closer to the bedroom door. My heart thumped like a DJ making beats. I took a deep breath and peeped into the room. My eyes lit up like Christmas Day.
The glow from the burning candles shined light on their nude bodies. Keith Sweat’s voice alone couldn’t drown out the sounds of Nay’s moans. Her dark chocolate, oiled body had the perfect arch in it. Her petite ass was spread wide as Amir penetrated her pussy from behind. The way Amir’s dick slid in and out of her pussy made my panties wet. His hands slapped her ass constantly, making her ass jiggle; and her moans grow louder. My body heated up fast. With the way Nay moaned in pleasure I wanted to take her place. I wished that Keon was pounding me like that. Oh, I missed his touch, his smell, and his donkey dick driving me insane.
So many mixed emotions flowed through my head. I tried to aim the gun at this nigga’s head, but I couldn’t. His head was turned the other way as I creeped by him and over to the safe. My hands trembled as I put in the code and the safe popped open. Nay was right; this nigga was paid. I grabbed the stacks as fast as I could and stuffed them in the big garbage bag that I had. I turned around and they were still going at it. I tiptoed out, closing the door behind me. I hurried up and walked out the front door. I got in the car, throwing the money on the back seat. Deon pulled out slowly and, just like that, we were gone. This was the first time I let out a long breath.
“You good yo?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I am worried about Nay. This nigga is a killer and I’m not sure what he might do to her if he finds out she has anything to do with it.”
“Yo, here go a blunt. It will calm yo’ nerves. I already told you, I got you.”
The entire ride home was spent in silence. All kind of thoughts were running through my mind. I never imagined doing anything like this before, but this nigga deserved it and more.
Deon came inside with me. We started talking about what would happen if the shit took a turn for the worse. I knew he would take care of me, just because of his brother.
I sat there anxiously waiting to hear from Nay. I picked up my phone to call her a few times, but I threw it back down because I didn’t know what was going on, if anything. We had planned for her to call me when she was out of harm’s way and on her way to see me.
My phone started ringing and I grabbed it immediately. I looked at the caller ID, and realized it was Nay. I answered it immediately. “Hey, boo, I’m so glad you call. You had me nervous and shit,” I yelled.
There was a pause. That kind of threw me off and let me know that something was terribly wrong.
“Nay, are you there? Are you all right?”
“London, I’m on my way to see you. This nigga just broke up with me and I need you.”
I had my ear glued to the phone and I heard a whisper. I couldn’t hear what was said, but I heard enough to know it was a male’s voice.
“All right, boo. You know I’m here.”
“I’m on the way.”
The phone hung up without another word. I knew Nay long enough to know she ain’t crying over no nigga leaving her. I knew that Amir was on to her and, more than likely, us.
“Deon! We got a problem,” I screamed out.
“Shawty, ain’t no problem. I gotcha.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Sheika
“Tony, I know you’re mad at me about what happened the other day, but please just forgive me,” I said as I finally got him on the phone.
“Yo, shawty, I don’t want to problems between my woman and me. She already thinks I’m out slinging this dick e’erywhere.”
“I ain’t trying to start nothing either, but I just need to see you real quick. I promise I will make it worth your while.”
“A’ight, man, but you got to make it quick.”
“Okay, see you in a few.”
I turned to look at the fed bitch and her partner. I saw the glow on their faces as if they’d just won the lottery.
“I really don’t want to do this. This is too dangerous.”
“Listen, you just need to go in there. Follow the script that we gave you and everything will work out. Remember, we won’t be far and at the first sign of trouble we will be in there.”
I sat there as they put the little microphone underneath my shirt. I looked to make sure it wouldn’t be visible. They let me out of the car at the corner where the convenience store was. I was nervous as hell as I walked down the street. I opened the gate and walked in. I rang the doorbell and waited.
One of the runners opened the door and then walked away. I locked the door behind me and walked toward the back to his space. I knew he was watching me on the cameras that were throughout the building except in his office.
“Hey, babe,” I greeted him as he sat behind the table, counting money.
“What it do? You good?”
“Well, I’m trying to maintain. You know it’s hard out here for a pimp,” I tried to joke.
“I hear you. So, what was the urgency?”
“I just wanted to talk to you about some business.”
“Business? Shawty, what you talking about?”
“Big Tony, I’m tired of being broke and I have a cousin in Petersburg who be grinding hard out there.”
“Okay, I’m listening.”
“We’ve been talking and he told me he looking for a new connect. I told him about you, not mentioning your name. I told him I would be the middle man because I know you don’t like dealing with out-of-town niggas.”
“How much work we talking about?”
“Two keys,” I blurted out.
By the time I finished my sentence, his phone started ringing. “Yo!”
I couldn’t hear what the other person was saying, but I was watching his face. His forehead start forming wrinkles and he stood up. This wasn’t a good sign, but a man like Tony got upset all the time, so I sat there waiting for him to get off the phone.
“Are you for real, dawg? A’ight, my nigga. You know what to do.” He hung the phone up. He walked from around his desk. “What you say your cousin name was?”
I knew I didn’t say, but I needed a name ASAP. “His name is Kemar.”
He smiled at me, then took two steps toward me. I didn’t see it coming, but I heard the click of the gun and I fell backward into my seat. My face was burning, as I realized then that I was dying.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Oh, God, this can’t be real!
“Now, bitch, you can finally meet your Maker.”
I then heard footsteps. Several footsteps. “Get down before I shoot your ass.” I recognized the federal bitch’s voice yelling over the commotion.
“Fuck you, bitch!” I heard several other shots ring out. I tried moving my legs, but I couldn’t move.
“Hang on, an ambulance is on its way,” a police officer said to me.
She was tripping, but I knew that I wasn’t going to make it. I was pleading to God in my heart to please not let me die. Everything around me started to get dark, and it was like my memory was quickly disappearing also. I no longer could hear anything, and everything around me was black.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Ajanay
I cried the entire ride over to London’s house. I was praying inside that she was smart enough to get my drift and call the police. I usually say fuck the police, but tonight we needed them. I realized that we got in over our head. Amir was on his phone with his niggas talking in code, but I was street enough to understand some of the codes that he was using. I knew for a fact that he said he was going to get his money back and then he was going to body London and me.
I said several silent prayers. I was desperate to stay alive and save my best friend’s life. “Where the
fuck this bitch live at?” he yelled.
“Whitcomb Court.”
I swear I didn’t want to give up my girl’s address, but I was thinking maybe, just maybe, if I gave him his money back, he would show mercy on us, especially because he thought I was his baby mother. He pulled up at London’s address and pulled in a parking space. I thought of jumping out of the car and running off. But, again, I couldn’t leave my girl.
He had the gun in my back as we walked to her door. He was pretty bold coming to Whitcomb, knowing damn well he was a marked man over here. I trembled as I rang the doorbell. He stood to the side, but with the gun still pointed in my back.
London didn’t answer at first, which made me nervous. I saw that he was getting angrier by the second.
The door opened and I saw my girl standing there, looking at me. “Hey, boo,” I managed to squeeze out before he pushed me in and aimed the gun at both of us.
“What the fuck is this? Who is this dude, Nay?”
“Bitch, I’m the nigga whose house you broke into and stole all his money, which by the way, I’m here to collect.”
“What are you talking about, dude? You got the wrong one.”
“Yo, go get my motherfucking money before I blow this bitch’s head off, now!” he yelled.
I knew this was it. I looked at London, trying to let her know how serious this was. Shit, I knew she saw my face and saw that this wasn’t no game.
“Okay, okay, okay. It’s in here, in my living room,” she said.
“Come on, bitch, both of you going.” He held the gun on us. London walked off to her living room. My heart was thumping. I knew then that our lives were going to be over in just a few minutes.
“Please, Amir, please let us go once you get your money,” I pleaded.
“Here is your money.” London grabbed the garbage bag and threw it at his feet.
I was shocked to see how calm London was behaving. This was making me scared. I guessed she had accepted the fact that we were about to meet our Maker.
“Don’t move, pussy nigga!” I heard a voice say, and I heard a gun cock.
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