Shawty Fell in Love with a Hustla 2

by Lucinda John

  Dale reached over and pulled out a box of condoms. I grabbed the box from him, tore one open and slid it over his shaft, using my mouth. I felt his body relax as I took him in my mouth and started sucking the head of his dick, while jacking him off. My wrist game was sick as I applied the correct amount of pressure on his dick.

  “Damn put it in,” he started to beg.

  I guess I wasn’t moving fast enough because he tore my sweats and panties off. He stuck his finger in my hot box and started toying with my clit. A slight moan escaped my lips, making my clit double in size.

  “Damn, this pussy is slippery,” he said, before licking my wetness off his fingers.

  I jumped on his dick, like a kid on a pogo stick and started to wind my waist. I thought back to when we were at the Art Bar and started twerking my pussy on his dick. His grip around my waist was tight as he tried his best to hold on. His pleas for me to slow down went through one of my ears and out the other. I was riding his dick as if I was a professional porn star. I could hear his teeth clenched as the expression on his face told me he was near his orgasm. Just when I thought I won, he flipped me over and had me pinned against the headboard. He buried his dick deep in me until I was begging for mercy. Just as I did before, he ignored my pleas and proceeded to fuck the shit out of me until I stared cursing, crying, and nutting all over the place.

  Chapter Twenty

  Smoke

  “You are going to lose that poor girl,” my mother said, as I drunk orange juice from the pitcher.

  “Ma, what are you talking about?” I asked, grabbing a piece of turkey bacon from my plate.

  “Karrueche, she’s in a relationship and she looks very happy.”

  “She’s in a what?” I asked, almost choking on my food.

  “She called your godmother all excited that Dale asked her to make things official,” my mother said, causing a sharp pain to shoot through my heart.

  At that moment, I couldn’t regulate my breathing. Seeing Karrueche with that lame ass nigga was one thing, but learning about them being in an official relationship fucked me up in the head. I was too busy running my traps and laying up with Tangi that I let her slip through my grasp.

  “I’m with Tangi now,” I said, trying to convince myself.

  “Barbie is just a fling, I can see it in your eyes Karrueche is who your heart beats for. Love is beautiful thing so don’t waste your time on lust because it’s love that will bring you happiness. If you allow that girl to fall in love with that boy then you will miss out on her heart,” she lectured.

  “I hear you ma,” I said, finishing my breakfast.

  After washing down my food with more orange juice, I brushed my teeth and headed over to Karrueche’s house. My walk there was spent with me thinking of ways to tell her what was on my mind. I wanted to let her know that I’ve been feeling her all this time and that I should be the one to have a chance at her heart. Hearing Karrueche yell stop, caused me to run to her front door.

  Anger ran through my body when I saw Geek holding Karrueche by the neck against the door. She was clawing at his hands, begging for him to stop, while he yelled obscenities.

  “Who the fuck is that nigga that just left here?!” He yelled.

  Before she could answer, I had my gun in my hand. Raising the butt of my gun high in the air, I brought it crashing down to the side of Geek’s, face causing him to scream out in pain. His hands filled up with blood as he touched the gash that I made.

  “Learn how to keep you fucking hands to yourself!” I yelled, hitting him again with the gun.

  “Get the fuck out of here before I kill you!” I yelled.

  He looked like he wanted to object, but once he heard the click from my gun he changed his mind. He looked over at a crying Karrueche, trying to piece together what was going on, before shooting me a death stare. I raised my gun again, this time pointing it at his head to get my point across. Realizing that he was in a bad situation, he stumbled to his car and pulled off.

  “What the fuck happened?” I asked.

  “He got mad because he saw Dale leaving my house.”

  The fresh hickey’s that were on her neck made me understand Geek’s fury; however, he had no right to put his hands on her.

  “Are you still dealing with this nigga?” I asked.

  “No, I haven’t been with him since that day I saw him in Longhorn with his wife. I don’t know why that maniac won’t leave me alone,” she sighed.

  “You are getting pretty serious with this Dale cat, huh?” I said, sounding jealous.

  “Why does it matter?” She smirked.

  “Because I….”

  Right when I was about to tell her how I felt, I got a text saying that Nina was hit again. Pissed that this shit was happening again while I was in the middle of claiming my girl, I had every intention on claiming a few lives. Grabbing Karrueche by the back of her head, I pulled her close to me until our lips connected. I didn’t want to sound like no bitch, but when we kissed, I saw my future with her in it as my wife, and pregnant with my seed. That kiss was so powerful, it had me wanting to say fuck everything, grab her and my mother before moving back home to Africa.

  She gasped when I pulled away, her eyes was filled with questions that she was searching for the answers of. Unable to say anything, I backed away and jogged back to my house, where I got in my car and sped off to my trap house. Murder was on my mind, as my trigger finger twitched for a chance to put in some work.

  When I arrived to the warehouse, where Journi told me to meet him, Boogie was stripped naked and tied to a pole. I could see bloody welts all over his body, as Journi stood above him holding a long wired extension cord.

  “What the fuck happened?!” I roared.

  “I’m starting to think this nigga is setting us up. Nina got hit not once, but twice while under this nigga’s supervision,” Journi said.

  “I’m thinking the same thing,” I replied, lifting my shirt to remove my gun.

  I was going to ask my questions once, then get the killing over with. I didn’t have time to waste on Boogie, when all I could think about was Karrueche. The thought of this nigga being the cause that I couldn’t express myself to her enraged me.

  “Who the fuck are you working for?!” I yelled.

  “Nobody,” he cried. “I think somebody is setting me up.”

  “I know where your baby mama and that child of yours live, don’t fuck with me Boogie. One phone call and life for them is over,” I seethed.

  “I swear on everything I love, bruh, I had nothing to do with that.”

  “Where the fuck were you when Nina got hit?” I asked.

  “I… I… was with some chick,” he whispered.

  “Speak the fuck up!” I demanded.

  “I was with some chick.”

  “You were getting your dick wet while a motherfucker ran through my shit?” I asked, trying to make sense of what he was telling me.

  “I’m sorry, bruh.”

  “It’s too late for that, now tell me if you had anyone working with you. I swear on my life if I find out you had anything to do with this shit, I’m killing your whole family! I yelled.

  “I swear, bruh, it was nothing like that. I did bring the girl back to the trap though.”

  “You did what?!”

  “I brought her back to the trap so that I could supervise the spot.”

  “Let me get this right, you bought a bitch back to my spot and my shit got hit while you were in here?”

  “I don’t know what happened. One minute we were fucking and the next I was knocked out. When I got up she was gone, everything was gone.”

  “Stupid motherfucker!” I snapped, hitting him with the butt of the gun. “What the fuck was her name?”

  “Draya,” he muffled.

  “Who?” I asked, just to be sure I heard correctly.

  “Draya.”

  “Geek’s wife, Draya?” I said, more to myself.

  POW! POW! POW!!!

 
The sound of my gun rang through the secluded building, as I emptied the entire clip in his ass. If Geeks’ wife had anything to do with my trap getting hit, then that meant he was behind that shit too. I was furious to the point where I wanted to drive to his house and wet that shit up, but first I had to consult with Stacks.

  *****

  “What brings you to my house unannounced, young blood?” Stacks asked, through the intercom that was located at the entrance of the gate to his home.

  “I need to run something by you.”

  Instead of replying, I heard the gate buzz open. Security came and did a full check of my car before allowing me to get back in. When I rode through the circular driveway, I spotted Stacks sitting on one of his lion statues, smoking a blunt. I parked my car in the driveway, got out the car and dapped him up.

  “What’s up?” He said, passing me the blunt.

  “Geek’s time is up,” I replied, before taking a pull from the blunt.

  “What made you come to this decision?” He asked.

  “Nina got hit twice. The second time, Boogie told me he was fucking with some chick, he was knocked out and when he came to the chick was gone, right along with my shit. The fucked up part about everything is the chick he was fucking with name is Draya. Isn’t that Geek’s wife name?” I asked, passing the blunt back.

  He declined it, pulling out a separate blunt and sparking it up.

  “Do you know how many Draya’s there is in this city?” He said, through the smoke.

  “Yeah, but that shit isn’t coincidental.”

  “Let me ask you a question. Do you want to take Geek out because you know for a fact that he is the one behind the hits, or is it because you are feeling his ex-baby mama? ” Stacks asked, shocking the fuck out of me. How he knew about Karrueche was beyond me, then again he was Stacks, he knew everything.

  “It’s not even like that,” I replied.

  “Then explain it to me because the first time you came and saw me, you were fine with being alone. So what changed? ” He said, calling my card.

  “She’s straight, but it’s not even about her. I know he is behind this shit,” I replied, avoiding his previous statement.

  “Prove that shit. Geek is the best pill maker in the state of Florida. He’s the reason I can blow a million knowing I can get that shit right back. Before I let you take him out, I need proof,” he finalized.

  “Man,” I sighed, taking another pull from the blunt.

  “Get your feelings in check, before you start dealing with the wrong chick and she will be the end of you,” Stacks said. “Now get the fuck off my property, my wife is waiting on this dick.” He smirked.

  Giving him dap, I made my way to my car and pulled off. I went back to Karrueche’s house to finish the conversation that I started. When I got on her street, I noticed that she was outside with someone. Turning off my lights, I parked my car across the street. That Dale cat had her pinned against her car while he sucked on her neck. I felt my blood pressure skyrocket as I watched what was supposed to be mine, with someone else. They got in the car and pulled off. As much as I wanted to be with Karrueche, I was starting to think that the universe didn’t want us to be together. Taking that L, I got in my car and headed home to my bitch, Tangi.

  Chapter Twenty One

  Tommy

  “Tell that nigga, you are getting dicked down by daddy,” I growled in Tangi’s ears. For the past thirty minutes her phone has been ringing nonstop.

  “That’s not him,” she replied.

  “Then who is that blowing you up?” I asked.

  “Business,” she shrugged.

  “Speaking of business, I need you to do something for me,” I said, rubbing her clit.

  “Mmm, what is it?” she moaned.

  “I need you to keep an eye out on Journi and Shantika for me.”

  “Why? I’m not getting paid to be a babysitter,” she snapped.

  “Okay, what if I pay you?” I suggested.

  “Then money talks.”

  “Cool. I will pay you to keep tabs on that nigga and bitch for me.”

  “You’re having a baby on the way with KiKi, why are you still worried about Shantika?” She asked.

  “Because that bitch is foul and she need to learn not to fuck with me.” I wasn’t going to admit this to anyone, but I didn’t believe Shantika’s bullshit story about what happened to my baby. Deep down in my heart, I believed that she had an abortion so she can be with that lame ass nigga, she was laid up under.

  “Whatever you say.” Tangi rolled her eyes.

  I could tell that she was feeling a nigga, but I didn’t see her in that way. Tangi had some good pussy, but she was heartless. I didn’t think that she had the capabilities of loving someone, let alone be a wife or a child’s mother. On top of it all, she fucked and killed for a living. When I looked in Tangi’s eyes I saw a woman that wanted more from me, but I didn’t see myself giving that to her.

  The only person that I saw fit to hold my heart was Shantika. Now that she was wrapped under that nigga and I was stuck with KiKi for eighteen years, the chances of us being together were slim to none. Being the stingy nigga that I was, I would rather kill her before I allowed her to be happy with anyone else.

  “Oh shit,” I groaned, feeling Tangi swallow my dick.

  ****

  “I’m sick of this shit,” KiKi yelled, throwing her clothes in a suitcase.

  This shit was beginning to look like Déjà vu all over again. Watching her walk around the room, packing her things just like Shantika did, fucked me up in the head.

  “KiKi sit your little ass down, you aren’t going anywhere, especially while you’re carrying my baby,” I snapped.

  “So, I’m supposed to accept you fucking the next bitch?” She asked.

  “Shut the fuck up with that shit. Before I made you my bitch, you was perfectly fine with fucking after Shantika,” I threw in her face.

  WHAM!

  She slapped me across my face, causing a stinging sensation to ring through my ears.

  “Bitch!” I yelled, as I backhanded her. “Learn how to keep your fucking hands to yourself and unpack that fucking suitcase! When I come back your ass better be here or I will find you and put three in your head, you understand?” I said, eyeing her.

  She didn’t reply. She just stood there, so I grabbed her by the chin, to make sure she was looking me in the eyes, before I spoke.

  “Do you fucking understand me?” I repeated.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Good, now go in the kitchen and cook me a steak, medium well with some sour cream and chives potatoes,” I said, while getting dressed.

  Tangi had provided me with the information I needed so it was time for me to move. She gave me the heads up that Journi was out handling business, while Shantika stayed home. Dressed in all black, combat boots, and a black skull cap, I made my way to my car and headed to their side of town.

  I waited until there was no movement on the block before I made my move. Tangi was able to slip Journi’s house key off of Shantika’s key ring, so I used it to get in the house. I breathed a sigh of relief when I didn’t hear any commands to disable the security system. Shantika never listened when I would tell her to make sure the security system was activated before going to sleep. She was going to learn today about being hardheaded.

  With a gallon of gas in my hand, I began pouring the liquid all throughout the house. I poured some along the stairs to the bedroom and made a trail in front of the bedroom door. I peeked in the room and saw Shantika lying on the bed, naked in a pair of pumps, waiting for Journi to return home. The thought of him fucking her, the way I used to, had me seeing red.

  When I was certain that every part of the house was covered with gasoline, I walked to the front door and lit a match before throwing it in and the canteen that I left on the porch. I watched the house go up in flames before walking back to my car and driving off. I wanted to stay and watch my handy work, but I didn�
��t want to get caught. With Shantika’s body shriveling up in the flames, it made me relax. The only thing left for me to do was to get rid of Journi. There was no room on this earth for that nigga. He signed and sealed his death certificate when he decided to enter a pussy that I marked.

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Eyanna

  Geek had just left from giving me that bomb dick and I was on cloud nine. The fact that Karrueche moved on, allowed me to get my rightfully owned spot as his side chick. As much as I wanted to be his main, I saw what Draya did to Karrueche, and I didn’t want to take my chances. Draya didn’t want to let her husband go, and neither did I. I was fine with Geek being ‘our’ nigga, hell I still had Brad’s ass to deal with.

  Brad was scheduled to get off of work soon, so I decided to have some decency and change the blankets. I stripped the bed of the cum-filled sheets and stuffed them in the washer. I then remade the bed in new sheets and sprayed the room with air freshener to eliminate the scent of sex from the air.

  Just as I was about to jump in the shower, to wash Geek’s cum from my body, Brad came home. He walked passed me without saying hello and went straight to the bar. Rolling my eyes, I walked to the bathroom and proceeded to take a shower. If it weren’t for him being my source of income, shelter, and access to the police database, I would have been walked out on his weird ass. I didn’t know what possessed me to fuck with a white man, but I knew better now, not to make that mistake twice.

  I was feeling nice and clean after my shower as I walked through the soft carpet in our apartment. I spotted Brad by the bar drowning cups of Scotch. I wanted to ignore his ass and go about my business, but I decided to speak. I had to let him believe we were together in order to freeload off of him.

  “Baby, are you okay?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

  “I lost my job,” he said, causing my heart to sink.

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Because of your whore ass!” He snapped, throwing his drink in my face.

  The liquor burned my eyes as I struggled to see.

  “What the fuck is your problem?!” I yelled.