by Lucinda John
“It’s not my fault; stop blaming me. The only thing I’m at fault for was taking the money and leaving. Shit, you wasn’t a damn saint yourself,” she lashed out. “I’m sick of going back and forth with you about this shit. It happened, move on, damn!” she boldly said.
“That liquid courage,” I shook my head.
“Nah, I been a G.”
“Yeah, iight, G.”
“Maleek?”
“What?”
“I still love you,” she said, as she finished off her drink.
I didn’t reply. I just kept my eyes focused on the high ceilings and I puffed on my joint.
“Did you hear me, Maleek? I said I still love you,” she said again, straddling my lap.
“Stacy, move, man,” I snapped.
“I tried to fight it, I even moved on, but seeing you again confirmed it. One of my biggest fears of coming back was falling back in love with you, then being forced to watch you love someone else,” she vented.
“I hear you,” was my only response.
“I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. Stacy softly said, as she kissed my neck.
She started to slowly grind her pelvis into mine as she sucked on my soft spot near my earlobe. Stacy was the only one that knew about that spot. Every time I would lay up with Joie and she would kiss me near that spot, my mind would travel back to the night Stacy discovered that spot.
“Get off me,” I weakly said.
“You don’t want me to tho,” she replied.
“Why you being a hoe?”
“How?”
“By trying to get this dick while you’re engaged.”
“Shut up, Maleek,” was the last thing that was said as her tongue intertwined with mine.
At first, I just laid there until my dick couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing the back of her head, I deepened our kiss, causing a light moan to escape from her lips. I sucked the mint off her tongue as I fondled her newfound ass. Stacy’s thickness was so plush and soft, instantly attaching me to her new weight gain.
“Ughhhh!” I called out, as she traveled down below, pulling my dick in her mouth.
“Damn Stacy,” I groaned, feeling my dick tap the back of her throat with force.
Stacy was deep throating the fuck out of my dick. If they had a deep throat competition in the Olympics, I was sure Stacy would get the gold medal. The way she sucked me up had me forgetting that I wanted to strangle her ass for leaving me.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp, were the only sounds that could be heard through the room as she topped me off properly. With my left hand behind my head, and my right hand holding my cup, I sipped while I got some fye head. She started making these gurgling sound effects that sent me over the edge. The buildup of my nut was insane as I pumped my dick in and out of her mouth in desperate need to explode.
“Mmmmm!!!” Stacy moaned, as I filled her mouth with my nut.
She spit my nut back on my dick and gently rubbed her hands up and down my shaft.
Once I was back hard and ready for round two, I grabbed her by the waist and sat her on my dick.
“Mmm,” she moaned, as I filled her up.
The way her pussy gripped my dick let me know it hadn’t been fucked right. After all these years, her pussy held a vice grip on my dick.
“Damn, this shit still feels the same way I last remembered,” I groaned, as she rode me.
Stacy wasn’t a stranger when it came to riding dick. She would ride the fuck out of me and leave me sitting there in a daze. With her back turned against me, she planted both of her feet firmly on the ground as she bounced up and down on my dick. Every time she would come down, she would squeeze her pussy, throwing my head into a frenzy.
Taking control of the situation, I flipped her over and pinned her left leg down while I threw the right one over my shoulder. I used my dick to tease her swollen nub until she started to squirm and shake.
“Put it in,” she begged.
“Why should I?” I asked, as I continued to tease her.
“Because I neeeeeeeeeed it.”
“How bad?”
“Ohhh so bad,” she cried out, as she squeezed her nipples.
Plunging my dick deep in her, I had to pause to keep from cumming. Once I regained my composure, I punished her pussy for all the shit she put me through when she left.
“Oh my! Ohhhhh! Slow doooooooown!” she begged, as I assaulted her insides.
I pulled my dick all the way out, leaving the tip in, then rammed it deep into her.
“OH, MALEEK!” she screamed, as I fucked her with no mercy.
When I stuck my thumb in her butt, she went dumb.
“Oh yasssssss!!” her freaky ass cried out.
Joie didn’t too much care for me fingering her ass, but Stacy loved that shit. Her freaky ass was the one that always came to me with different things she wanted to try. She was into the toys, whips, and chains.
“I’m about to cum. Nooooo!!! I gotta pee,” she whined.
I continued to fuck her as I applied pressure to her spot. I worked my thumb in her butt, then used my other hand to play with her pearl.
“Oh please, Maleek, stop,” she begged, but I wasn’t having it.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh FUCK!!!” she yelled, as she squirted and came everywhere.
My whole stomach, along with the bed sheets were covered in her wetness. Lifting her off the bed, I held her in my hand and fucked her in the standing position. Our lips connected and the chemistry couldn’t be denied as I slowed down the pace to lovemaking. I looked into Stacy’s eyes and regretted the moment I did that. It was as if her eyes were the window to my soul, opening the gate of feelings I had for her. I was sure I barricaded that gate with a thick wall the moment she left, but having her in my arms, feeling our spirits intertwined broke down those walls.
“I love you,” Stacy said, as I filled her up with my love.
I didn’t reply. This moment was too intense for me to say anything. I didn’t want her to know that she somehow fucked with my mind and had me feeling soft for her again. Grabbing my things, I walked out of the room without making eye contact. I made my way to the guest bathroom to wash Stacy’s juices off of me.
Robert
“Are you sure the girl did what we hired her to do?” Macy asked me for the hundredth time.
“Yes, she did, Macy. Damn! Chill the fuck out!” I yelled.
“I haven’t heard anything about her miscarrying. Just wanted to make sure it was done,” Macy sighed.
She really had it in for Tiny. Call me crazy, but a nigga was sure that shit was jealousy. I saw Tiny while I would follow Mayhem around and she was bad as fuck. I would trade Macy for her ass in a heartbeat; therefore, I understood Mayhem’s decision.
I really wanted Mayhem. I wanted to bring him and his bitch ass brothers down so I could take over. I had to help Macy with her sick ass plan, only to secure her spot on my team. I needed her to stay mad at Mayhem long enough for her to turn a blind eye to the shit I was about to do.
Macy wanted to put Tiny through some shit, so we hired a girl from the gym she frequented with her friend to crush some pills that we got from my chemist friend in her drink. The pills were supposed to make sure she miscarried without leaving traces of her being drugged in her blood stream. I wasn’t sure if it worked and Macy was starting to wrack my last nerve trying to figure it out.
“I gotta meet up with my brother. I’ll get up with you later,” I said to Macy.
“You’re leaving me? What am I supposed to do here alone?” she questioned.
“I don’t know. You’re a big girl, figure that shit out,” I said before walking out of the door.
I had a meeting with my brother and his crew to see how we would go about handling the Godfrey brothers. Those niggas hold so much weight in the streets that I knew we would have to come correct when we came busting for those niggas. Any slip up could cost me the life of me and my family, so I had to be a few steps ahead of the game.
“What’s good, niggas?” I greeted everyone, as I walked into a rundown house that smelled like wet clothes and mildew.
“What’s good, bro?” my brother greeted me.
I couldn’t believe these niggas were sitting around, chopping it up like the foul smell didn’t bother them.
“You hungry? My girl cooked,” one of them niggas had the nerve to say to me.
“Nah, I’m good, I just ate,” I replied, taking a seat in one of the folded chairs. The couch looked like it was home to a bunch of rodents; there was no way I was sitting my ass on that shit.
“What’s the plan?” I asked, ready to get this meeting over with.
“It’s like this. Mayhem and this nigga, Maddog, got this agreement—as long as Mayhem don’t cross his turf, then there’s no beef. They came to this agreement before Mayhem turned himself in just to prevent war while he was away. Mayhem is very protective over his family, so instead of starting a war with them Cubans, he allowed them to keep their turf and agreed not to hustle their blocks,” one of the dudes said.
“I was thinking we could hit Maddog and make it look like the Godfrey brothers did it, then hit the Godfrey brothers and put that shit on Maddog. We get paid, they go to war, and hopefully kill each other off,” he continued.
“And if they don’t?” I asked.
“Trust me, them Cubans don’t play. Mayhem and his brothers may hold power, but ain’t nothing more powerful than a Cuban whose money been fucked with,” he replied, making sense.
“That don’t sound bad,” I agreed with his plan.
“This shit about to be lit,” my brother chimed in.
“When do we move?” I asked.
“I have some niggas watching Maddog now. Their shipment don’t come in for another two weeks so we have time to plan that hit out. I just don’t know when Mayhem’s move.”
“I do,” I replied.
“Then let’s get this shit popping. I’m Vito, by the way.”
“I’m Ro,” I replied, not giving that nigga my full name.
“Iight, nigga, let’s get this money.”
“I scratch my back, I scratch yours,” I honestly said.
If these niggas could deliver on this play, I had no doubt about putting them on my team.
Tiny
“No,” Emma gasped, as we listened to the voicemail Mayhem accidently left on my phone.
While I was going through the loss of our children, he was out there getting his dick sucked and shit. I knew it was something up with that Mindy hoe. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she wanted my man, but Mayhem swore I was just overreacting.
“I need you to ride with me.”
“You already know I gotchu, boo.”
Since Mama Godfrey had all of the kids, it was nothing for me to jump up and leave. I was going to teach Mindy a valuable lesson on why it’s important not to fuck with the next bitch’s man. I was going to come so hard that Mayhem was going to think twice when it comes to trying me.
“Here, wear this,” I said, handing Emma a cute outfit to wear to the club. I didn’t want to get her in trouble with Ramsey, so her outfit covered shit up, unlike mine.
I slipped my thick ass into my gray bodycon sleeveless short romper playsuit. The entire back of the bodysuit was cut out, drawing a lot of attention to my fat ass. The outfit was wrapped around me so tight that it looked as if it was painted on. I opted for wearing this outfit because it was short and tight enough to make Mayhem go crazy, but comfortable enough for me to whoop Mindy’s ass in.
Since I was about to fuck some shit up, I wrapped my braids in a tight bun, then slipped my feet in a fresh, out the box pair of white and gray 12s. There was no need for makeup or jewelry, so I applied a little bit of Vaseline to my face and lips.
“You ready to go?” Emma asked, down for whatever. I loved how she didn’t ask any questions, she simply got dressed and was ready to ride out.
When we arrived at the club, I spotted Mindy’s car. I didn’t like the fact that she got the car from my man’s shop, so I decided to have it towed to my house.
“You’re a fucking fool,” Emma laughed, as soon as I got off the phone with the towing company.
“This bitch gon’ learn today,” I giggled.
We sat in the parking lot, waiting for the towing company to come. When the driver finally arrived, I jumped out the car and walked over to him.
“I need this car towed, please,” I said to him.
“What is the reason?” I asked.
“My boyfriend, Mayhem, the owner of this club, asked me to call because the owner of this car is drunk and he wants to prevent her from driving home drunk,” I replied.
“Ok, where is this car going?” he asked.
“Here’s the address.”
“That’ll be two hundred dollars.”
“You do business with my boyfriend, right?”
“Mayhem? Yes. I tow all disabled cars for him.”
“Add this payment to his tab.”
“I got it. Anything else, ma’am?”
“No, thank you,” I smiled before walking back to a laughing Emma.
We both stood there amused as we watched the driver latch the hood on Mindy’s car and tow it away. Once the car was out of sight, I made my way inside to cause hell. Tonight I was wearing all my crazy out. I left my purse at home, so I had zero fucks to give.
“Hey, Tiny. Mayhem isn’t here yet,” the bouncer said, as he let me in.
“I know. I need you to do me a favor.” I sweetly smiled.
“What is it?” he hesitantly asked.
“I need you to snap a picture of me while I dance with a random dude, then I need you to send it to Mayhem,” I replied.
“Why?” he asked with a crazed look on his face. We both knew what Mayhem was capable of so he couldn’t understand why I wanted to do some shit like that.
“Do it for me and I got something for you,” I said. “Your daughter got prom coming up, right? I can make it a night to remember for her. Everything on me. Just do me this one favor, please,” I begged.
“I don’t want no trouble,” he replied.
“Mayhem is going to thank you for putting him up on game, trust me,” I assured him.
“Ok,” he shrugged.
“Continue doing what you’re doing and in about five minutes, walk past the main area; I’ll be right there,” I said before walking off.
“You are a fool,” Emma said, as we made our way through the club.
“Salt Shaker” by the Ying Yang Twins started to play and I pulled a random dude and started shaking my ass on him. I wasn’t sure if the dude was ugly or cute, all I knew is I wanted Mayhem to hurt like I was hurting. I needed to teach him that I wasn’t that same naïve girl he picked up from the strip club.
I made eye contact with the bouncer, then put my head down. I went low, touching my toes, making sure my ass was all on my dance partner’s dick. I had no chill as I grabbed my ankles and bounced my ass for the perfect picture. Once the song went off, I turned my back and tried to walk away from the dude.
“Yo’, you can’t grab a nigga like that then walk away,” he replied, pulling me back to him.
“It was just a dance,” I smiled.
“Was it really? It looked personal to me.”
“No, not personal, just fun and games. I came out to have fun tonight; nothing more, nothing less,” I replied.
“Take my number down just in case you want to have some more fun.”
“Nah, I can’t, I got a man,” I said, walking away, leaving him speechless.
“Girl, if you wasn’t dead before, you gon’ be dead as soon as Mayhem sees that picture,” Emma said, fanning herself.
“I should have gotten that dude’s phone number.” I sucked my teeth.
“You ain’t about that life,” Emma laughed.
“He keep on fucking up and I’mma have to show him that it ain’t nothing to re-up with a new nigga on his ass.”
&nbs
p; “There goes your girl,” Emma said, pointing to Mindy, who was dressed in another one of her thot dresses from her thot collection. I swear everything she wore was borderline strip club material. I knew Mayhem was running a topless gentlemen’s lounge, but as the manager, and not one of the dancers, she could have been more selective on what she wore to work.
