“You want somethin’ to drink?” I asked, heading into the kitchen.
“Yes, I’m thirsty,” Blu replied following me.
I got two glasses out of the cabinet and filled them up with orange juice.
“Can you help me unzip my dress?” Blu looked over at me and asked.
I walked over and sat the glasses down on the table. “Turn around,” I said. Doing what I asked, Blu turned around. I unzipped her dress and she stepped out of it. My dick instantly got hard when I saw that she was completely naked underneath. Her body was truly amazing. Her thin waist, fat ass, thick thighs, and perky titties had me wanting to fuck right then and there.
“You like what you see?” she teased.
“Get on the counter,” I demanded as I began to remove my clothes as well. After getting completely naked myself, I walked over to the freezer and grabbed a grape popsicle. Blu watched my every move. “Lie back.”
Blu did as she was told. I started at the top of her body. I stuck the popsicle in and out her mouth and she sucked it as if it were my dick. I dragged it down her neck to her breast. The cold made her nipples hard as fuck. I then dragged it down her stomach. I opened her legs and stuck it into her wetness. She moaned with pleasure as I fucked her with the popsicle. It turned me on big time to see her fuck it back. I threw the half-melted popsicle on the floor and replaced it with my face. After pleasuring my baby with some tongue work, I pulled her off the counter onto my waist. Blu wrapped her legs around me and I fucked the dog shit out of her. The way she grunted and moaned, I knew she could feel all this dick up in her. After hitting her from the back until we both came, I was completely exhausted.
“You wanna go for round two?” she asked.
“I got some business to take care of,” I said, trying to catch my breath and wash up in the kitchen sink at the same time.
“It’s cool. I’ll be waitin’ on you when you get home,” Blu said with a smirk as she headed out of the kitchen.
I finished washing up and got dressed before heading out. I didn’t know why that nigga being all up in Blu’s face still bothered me. I couldn’t believe how mad and jealous I had got; that wasn’t like me at all. I guessed it all boiled down to she was the only bitch I trusted completely and I couldn’t let her get close to another nigga, for fear of him trying to fill her head up with some bullshit. Seeing that nigga in her face made me realize that I really did love Blu and wasn’t willing to share her with anyone else. I guessed all these years of protecting her as my little sister had kept me from looking at her in any other way, but I had to realize she wasn’t a little girl anymore. This was the woman I wanted to build my empire with, so I needed her to be completely on my side. Blu still had some young-minded ways; hell she was only sixteen. I knew if another nigga got in her head, there might be a chance I could lose her and I couldn’t risk that.
Chapter 23
The Truth Hurt
Business had really been booming since Budz hooked up with Mr. Davenport. We had so much money now it wasn’t even funny. I had upgraded from my Kia to an Infinity truck. I was finally living the good life and loving every minute of it. But it was something missing. I needed more of something but didn’t know exactly what that something was. There was a void and I was on a search to fill it.
Me, Nikki, and Sierra was walking around the mall when my cell phone rang. I checked the number; it was Budz. “Wassup, baby?” I answered.
“We ’bouta have a mandatory meetin’. I need you here like yesterday,” Budz said.
“Right now, baby? I’m at the mall wit’ my girls.”
“I don’t give a fuck! Drop them bitches off and get here,” he said angrily before hanging up the phone.
I didn’t know what this mandatory meeting was about but I could tell by Budz’s tone it wasn’t good. I thought business had been going good. I instantly got paranoid, thinking maybe he’d found out that the nigga I was talking to on the yacht that night had been Black. All kinds of thoughts ran through my head as I drove Nikki and Sierra home. I could barely think straight as I headed to the warehouse.
“Glad everybody could make it. You late,” Budz looked at me and said as I walked into the abandoned warehouse.
I didn’t even respond. I just rolled my eyes and took a seat.
“Like we had a choice,” Yogi joked.
Budz didn’t crack a smile. “You damn right you didn’t have a choice! And this ain’t the time to be tryin’a crack no muthafuckin’ jokes either, nigga!” he snapped, angrily, making his dude feel small as fuck in front of everybody.
I didn’t know what Budz’s problem was; all I knew was he was mad as hell about something.
“Look, we got a huge problem on our hands and that problem is that nigga Black.”
My heart almost jumped out of my chest when he mentioned that name. It was almost like Budz was obsessed with this nigga ’cause majority of his conversations seem to always be about Black.
“I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to find out what this nigga look like. It’s like he stay incognito. I gotta give it to him, he a smart-ass nigga!”
If you only knew that you already ran into the nigga once, I thought as Budz continued talking.
“This bitch-ass nigga is tryin’a come to my city and take over my business and I can’t have that! This nigga done set up shop on my turf and I’m losin’ a lot of my customers to him!”
“So what do we do, boss?” JB asked.
“I’m offerin’ ten bands to the first nigga who finds out who he is. And when you find him, bring him to me,” he yelled as everybody began having side conversations about the amount of money Budz put on Black’s head.
“Why don’t we try workin’ wit’ him?” I said as all eyes turned to me. Budz looked like he wanted to stomp a mud hole in me for saying that.
“You done lost focus! There can only be one king of Chicago and that’s me!” Budz said angrily.
“Exactly!” Yogi agreed.
“It was just a suggestion, excuse me,” I said, not really knowing what had made me suggest that in the first place, already knowing Budz wasn’t one for sharing shit.
“Well, keep ya suggestions to yaself, especially if they dumb as fuck!” Budz snapped, embarrassing me in front of everybody. “All right, y’all dismissed,” Budz snapped.
I sat and watched as everyone walked out of the warehouse, before getting ready to leave myself.
“Blu,” Budz called out.
“What?” I answered with an attitude.
“Look, baby, I’m sorry. I just got a lotta shit goin’ on and I didn’t mean to take it out on you. You forgive me?” he asked.
“Yeah, I forgive you,” I said, still angry, knowing it wasn’t gon’ be that easy. I was on fire inside.
“Look, for real for real, you the only one I can trust to find this nigga, Black. This dude is too smart to let any of these cats get on his trail. I’m quite sure he knows that I’m lookin’ for him ’cause I let it be known. He is tryin’a ruin our business and I can’t have that,” he said, sounding desperate as fuck while rubbing my cheek.
I didn’t know what Budz was talking about or where he was headed with his speech, so I had to brace myself for what he was about to say next.
“I need you to use what you got to get close to this nigga. I got faith in you, Blu. If you gotta fuck this nigga, suck his dick or whateva, I need you to bring this nigga to me,” Budz said, anxiously.
My heart broke into a trillion pieces. The void I’d been feeling just got deeper. I couldn’t believe this nigga was willing to pimp me out to another nigga just so he could benefit from it in the end. I felt so used. That statement solidified the insecurity that I’d kept hidden ever since we’d gotten together. The harsh reality was Budz loved his money and his bitches more than me. I’d been dealing with his tricking and lying ways thinking the good outweighed the bad. Thinking we’d been building “our” empire. I saw right then and there that Budz was on some “me” shit and I had it made up i
n my mind that two could play that game!
Chapter 24
Puttin’ Down Demos
I didn’t think my life could get any worse after being denied attending my mother’s funeral by the bitch-ass warden, talking about I was high risk. Ever since that day, I had nothing but revenge on my mind. I knew I had a long time before I got up outta this hell hole but getting at Budz kept me focused and motivated. The only thing I could do to the cookie-ass nigga from here was send him a letter threating him. Budz was underestimating me. I wasn’t the same skinny-ass nigga who used to run around the hood being reckless and destructive. I had gotten my ass beat on a regular by niggas in the hood just ’cause they could. I had graduated to the nigga who was handing out the beatings and he would find out soon enough. It was crazy because he had so many niggas on his team, I didn’t know who could be trusted, and that’s why I stayed to myself. I fucked with my cellie every now and then, but he even seemed suspect at times.
“Damn, Vomo, you still in here doin’ push-ups?” Joseph walked in the cell and asked.
“It keeps me calm and helps suppress my anger,” I replied as I continued with my workout.
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong wit’ that.” Joseph laughed.
Truth be told, I also had to beef up because even though Budz was on the streets, he was still constantly sending his goons my way. I stayed in and out of the hole for protecting myself against these ho-ass niggas. I tried to change for the better. Joseph had me reading all these self-help books, which I can’t lie had me trying to think on a different level.
“You still thinkin’ about gettin’ at Budz?” Joseph asked.
“Yep,” I answered as sweat poured off my face.
“Let’s say you accomplish what you tryin’a do then what?” Joseph asked.
“I’m not worried about that right now. I’ll get to that point after I handle my business.”
“You know firsthand he got cats in here trained like pit bulls ready for him to snap his fingers so they can tear into you. So why don’t you just let it go?”
I looked up at Joseph like he was crazy, never stopping my workout. He had been trying to get me to let my beef with Budz go for the longest. I didn’t know why he couldn’t get it through his head that no matter what he said, I was gonna get Budz. This soft-ass nigga was responsible for my momma’s death and I knew it. Let it go, hell naw.
“Look, you don’t know this nigga like I know him. Even if I did let it go, he holds grudges, so I’ma hafta get him before he get me.”
Joseph didn’t respond. He just shook his head slowly and opened up his newspaper.
“One thousand,” I said, standing up.
“Damn, I can’t even do one push-up.” Joseph laughed.
I laughed too as the CO slid the mail underneath our door. I walked over and picked up the letter that was addressed to me.
“I wonder who this from?” I asked, not seeing a return address on it. I opened up the envelope, unfolded the paper and began reading it.
You gon’ wish you never tried to fuck wit’ me. I heard ya momma was shot down in the streets. You woulda thought that woulda sat your dumb ass down, but I see it hasn’t. I don’t know what catalogue you purchased your balls from, but you might wanna send ’em back and get a refund! You thought sendin’ a letter to my house was gon’ scare me and make me back up off you. You didn’t do shit but add fuel to my fire! You and ya boy Black can’t and will never be able to fuck wit’ me. I’m that nigga! Now, you betta g’on and do your bid and leave me the fuck alone! Oh and just know, don’t mention my girl again. You only still livin’ because I’m lettin’ you live; when I’m tired of toyin’ wit’ ya worthless ass, you will get yours too!
PS: Watch ya back!
I was mad as fuck after reading Budz’s letter. I didn’t know where he got Black was my boy from and didn’t care; all I knew was I wanted to get my hands on this nigga so bad, I could taste it! I balled the letter up and threw it in the trash.
“You all right, young blood?” Joseph asked concerned.
Without saying a word, I climbed back down on the cell floor. “One thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three . . .”
Chapter 25
Temptation Calls
I was at the shop getting my hair done when my cell phone rang. It was an UNKNOWN CALLER so I quickly answered. “Hello?” I answered, trying to sound sexy.
“Wassup, beautiful?”
“Wassup?” I asked, smiling
“You busy?” Black asked.
“Not really, why wassup?” I asked.
“Meet me somewhere?”
“Meet you where?” I asked.
“Downtown at the Reggae club,” he replied.
“I don’t know, Black,” I said, skeptical. Part of me wanted to go real bad, but the other part was afraid that Budz might find out. But Budz had said out of his own mouth to get close to Black, so me going to meet him would be just what the boss had recklessly ordered.
“What’s the problem?”
“What you want me to meet you for?” I toyed, already making it up in my mind that I was going to pay him a visit.
“I just wanna see you; it’s been awhile. If I say please will that make you come see me?” he joked.
“Maybe.” l laughed.
“Would you please come and see me then?” Black asked. This nigga sounded so sexy.
“Since you put it like that, gimme about an hour and I’ll be there.”
“I thought so,” Black said, hanging up.
After finishing up getting my hair popped, I hurried to my truck and headed downtown. I couldn’t wait to see Black. I pulled up in front of the Reggae club and sat for a minute composing myself. I decided to turn my cell phone off so there would be no interruptions. The thought of Budz calling never crossed my mind as I picked up my purse, tossing the phone in and getting out all in one motion. I looked around before walking into the dim, smoke-filled bar and searching for Black. There were only maybe five or six people in the bar including the bartender and none of them was Black. Thinking he was just toying with me like usual, I turned and headed for the exit.
“Where you goin’, Blu?” I heard someone call out.
I turned around and smiled, seeing Black coming from the back of the bar. “I thought you left,” I said as he walked over to me.
“Now why would I leave if I told you to meet me here?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I answered feeling silly and young.
Black shook his head and smiled. “What you drinkin’?”
“Let me get a Heineken,” I replied, trying to sound all grown up.
“A Heineken?” Black laughed. “Since when women start drinkin’ beer? Heineken at that.”
I was so embarrassed.
“Let me turn you on to somethin’.” Black ordered a double shot of Hennessy with a splash of Dr. Pepper. “Here try this,” he said handing me the drink.
“Thank you,” I said taking a sip from the straw. “I like this.”
“I knew you would.” Brick smiled.
“You think you know everything don’t you?” I smiled back.
“Not everything, but enough.”
I studied Black’s face for a few seconds. I wanted him so bad. I didn’t know if it was the effects of the liquor or what.
“You like what you see?” he asked.
“No.” I playfully frowned.
“Whatever.” He laughed. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Yep,” I said, finishing off my drink.
“Why you wit’ that nigga, Budz?” he asked while getting the bartender’s attention and pointing down at my empty glass.
“I don’t know. I love him I guess,” I replied as the bartender placed my drink down on a napkin in front of me.
“You guess?” he asked confused. “You don’t know?”
“Yeah, I know. I mean, Budz is good to me, but I’m not sure if he’s good for me,” I said, letting the liquor do all the talking
for me.
“When you gon’ leave that nigga alone, come join my team, and make this money wit’ me?” Black asked.
Working with Black didn’t seem like a bad idea, but I knew my loyalty was with Budz. “Black, you know what my current situation is. You already know I’m gettin’ money with Budz.”
“I can dig it. But remember this: what’s done in the dark will soon come to light. And when it does you gon’ be beggin’ to be on my side.”
I was kinda sick of Black always talking in riddles; I just wished he would come out and just say what he meant one good time.
“I bet you any amount of money that that nigga tried to sic you on me didn’t he?” Black asked.
“No,” I replied shaking my head.
“Whatever. That’s why you agreed to meet me.”
I hated the fact that Black could see right through me. “I wanted to see you, that’s why I agreed to meet you,” I said stretching the truth. Every time I thought of Budz being willing to pimp me out, I got angry all over again.
“Look, sweetie, I’ve been in this game way too long to let a ho-ass nigga like Budz take me out. I don’t know why the nigga so threatened by me. I’m not tryin’a take over Chicago. It’s enough money out here for both of us to eat good.”
“I told him that,” I said, letting it accidentally slip out.
Black shot me a crazy look. “You got a good head on your shoulders; that’s why I like you so much.” He smiled. “I need a bitch like you on my team.”
“I like you too,” I said, buzzing from the Hennessy.
“Come wit’ me,” Black said standing up from the barstool.
“Where we goin’?” I grabbed my drink and asked.
“Don’t worry, I’m not gon’ hurt you,” he said, leading me to the back of the bar. We walked through a door and got onto an elevator. When the doors opened up we stepped into a gorgeous studio apartment. It was breathtaking with huge windows showcasing a beautiful view of the city. The apartment was nicely decorated as well.
“This is nice,” I said, walking over to the window and looking out.
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