by Lucinda John
“Pay attention,” I whispered to him before reverting my attention back to the professor.
Chapter 7
Vic
I’d been calling Victoria non-stop to see if she would pick up the phone and at least listen to me. I wasn’t mad at her for what she did. I did fuck up as being her husband, and I just wanted a chance to make things right. I wanted to be with her and my kids.
At the end of the day, they were the only ones that really mattered to me. I needed Chasity to finally get to Chad; that was one person that I wanted to get for personal reasons. I wanted him to really feel my pain. That was one lick I wasn’t ready to give up.
I also needed Coco to get to her sisters; I planned on killing their asses one by one, but not before I finally got my chance to fuck the shit out of Cinnamon. If everything went according to plan this time then, I would leave the game and move my family away, but first I had to get in contact with Victoria.
Picking up the phone, I called my P.I. and had him put out an APB on Victoria. If she wasn’t going to talk to me over the phone, then I was going to pop up at her house. Opening up the door to the tiny apartment I shared with Coco, the smell of Pine Sol hit me. That was what I liked about this bitch; she could cook, clean, suck a good dick, and make money.
“What’s for dinner?” I asked slapping her exposed ass. She was wearing a crop top and a pair of lace boy shorts.
“BBQ chicken, cabbage, and rice.”
“Good girl. Go make daddy a plate.”
I watched her ass jiggle as she walked to the kitchen and made me a plate of food. I texted Chasity to make sure that everything was good with our plan. I had to talk to talk to Coco about a lick I had set up for her. This job was a little bit more dangerous than any other job that we did, but Coco was a pro, and I was sure that she knew how to handle herself.
The reason behind us moving to Dallas wasn’t because I was broke or hiding out. What she failed to realize was that I was the biggest finesser in the world and couldn’t be finessed. I had over ten million dollars stashed off where no one knew anything about. So the bullshit that I fed Coco about me not having any more money and that I needed to duck off was all just a move in the game.
The checkmate was if she was able to pull off robbing Killa. Killa was a Texas notorious hit-man. He was who all the big time drug dealers, rappers, politicians, who name it called when they needed someone to disappear. He was real smart about it, too. He could kill you and make it look like you fell off the face of the earth.
This nigga was seeing mad money, too, he charged five million a body and that was only a basic shoot and kill. If you wanted a gruesome murder then, you were coming out them pockets with a few more millions.
Because this was such a risky job, I had to bring in some of my ruthless niggas from back home to back me up on this. I’d been planning this out for a few months now, and I was confident that shit was going to go as planned, and I was going to leave Texas a richer man.
“Sit down we got business to discuss,” I said as soon as she sat my plate down in front of me.
“What’s up?” she asked.
I took a bite of my food and began eating before I responded. “I have a big job for you. If you pull this off then, we’ll finally be able to get out of this dump.” I watched her face light up at the thought of moving out of this apartment.
“I’m down, what do I have to do.”
“Basically, we are going to rob this big time drug dealer by the name of Killa.” I fabricated the truth because I didn’t want her to chicken out on me. “I want you to mess with him until we can get inside his house. He is not your typical hood nigga; he’s smart. He keeps all of his money transactions on a chip. All I need you to do is to get inside the house, and I’ll handle the rest.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s all. You might have to suck his dick and let him fuck, but that’s all apart of the job description.”
“When do we start?”
“He’s out of town right now, so we will move in when he comes back,” I said downing my coke. “Go refill this up for me baby girl.”
The messenger on my phone beeped letting me know that I hand an incoming email. Opening it up, it was the P.I responding back with the exact location of Victoria. Wiring the P.I the rest of his money for delivering the information, I booked a flight to North Carolina.
I was determined to get my marriage back on track. Victoria was my soul mate, the love of my life, plus she was the mother of three of my big headed kids. She deserved the world, and I was willing to give it to her.
“I will be out of town for a few days, getting things in place.” I grabbed the coke from Coco and started to drink it. “I still want you to do your rounds at the club while I’m gone.” Even though I was not going to be here, I wasn’t going to allow her to rest. She was my bitch, and she had to work.
“Ok.”
Grabbing her by the neck, I made sure I had her undivided attention before I spoke.
“When I come back, I expect you to hand me twenty thousand dollars. I know you will make more than that, but that’s what’s required of you. Fuck with me if you want to and see what happens to you.”
She nodded her head, and I threw her down and unbuckled my pants.
“Now, come jump on daddy’s dick.”
Laying back on the couch, I buckled my seatbelt and allowed her to take me on a ride to ecstasy.
***
The following morning, I got on the plane and headed to my wife. I was determined to make amends with her and get things to where they were supposed to be. Landing, I took a cab to the nearest car lot and decided to buy my baby a take me back gift.
When I got to the lot, a pink and black convertible Mustang caught my eyes.
“She’s a real beauty,” the salesman said as he walked up to me.
“Yeah, I need an apology gift for my wife.”
“Was it another woman?”
“Something like that.”
“Then this is the perfect gift.”
“I’ll take it.”
“Ok, let’s go up to my office so that we can set you up with you payment plan.”
“No need, I’m paying cash.”
“Forty-thousand?”
“I got it, plus a tip.” I smiled at the old white man.
“Hell, fuck yeah!” He spit out a black substance, which I assumed was tobacco. “Follow me.”
After completing the paperwork for the car, I had him make her a personalized plate that read ‘Forever Vic’s Wifey’.
Looking like a fool, I drove her pink car with the top down blasting T.I ft Young Thug’s About The Money. I parked the car I purchased her behind a blue Nissan Rogue. Knocking on the door, I smiled at myself hearing my sassy baby girl asking me, “Who is it?”
“It’s daddy!” I yelled
A few seconds later, the door unlocked, and I was face to face with my little princess.
“Hey daddy!!!” she screamed and jumped into my arms.
“Hey baby, how are you?”
“I’m good. I just missed you so much.” She kissed me. “Are you coming back home now?”
“Almost.”
“Who is making all this noise?” Victoria yelled as she walked into the front room. She looked beautiful as hell with her hair pulled back. She wore some short Khaki pants, a white t-shirt that clutched her breast and showed the outline of her washboard abs.
“What the hell?” she said finally seeing me. “Baby go to your room and let me speak to your father.”
“Awww man,” she pouted as she walked away.
Victoria made sure she was gone before chewing my head off.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I came to get my family back.”
“Your family? You mean the same family you destroyed when you decided to live a double life as a pimp?”
“I know baby, and I’m sorry, but I was doing this for us.”
“How
so?”
“I was trying to make enough money to make sure neither of us had to work another day in our life. All I wanted us to do is sit comfortably, raise our kids, and make more babies,” I said grabbing her by the waist.
“GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!!” she yelled, but it only made me hold on to her tighter.
Licking her neck, I sunk my teeth into it, gently sucking on it. I heard her suck in a deep breath as I began to leave passion marks all over her. Pushing her up against the window, I pulled down her shorts and started playing in her pussy.
“See that car right there?” I asked still playing with her clit. “It’s yours.”
“Y-y-you can’t…..mmmmm… just…. oh…. Oh GAWD!!” she moaned
“I can’t what?” I placed her leg in the crook of my arm and bent her over. Plugging my dick in her, I fucked her as she admired her new car. A few people that noticed what was happening stopped walking and started to watch. I ain’t give a fuck and just opened the curtains wider and kept on fucking my wife.
When I felt my dick slipping out of her with ease, I knew she was at that point. Grabbing on her clit again, I continued to fuck her until she came so hard that her cum stained the window.
“Oh, my God!!” she yelled, opening her eyes and noticing that she had an audience.
“Just because you fucked me and bought me a car does not mean I forgive you?”
“Well, what will make you forgive me?”
“I want in.”
“In on what?”
“On what you’re doing. I’m your wife; I should be you business partner, as well.”
“This is not a job for a mother!” I roared. “Who will be here with my kids?”
“My mother. It’s either my way or sign the damn papers!”
“Ok. Let’s talk business then.”
Chapter 8
Rob
Sitting at the airport, I was waiting on my cousin Killa to touchdown. After what Vic decided to do to me, it was time for him to pay with his life. I was really starting to feel Coco, and I thought that bitch was feeling me too until she had the nerve to set me up.
I should have known better since her hunger for money was on the same level as Vic’s. They hit me hard, and if it weren’t for Honey, my body parts would have been floating in a river somewhere.
“What good my nigga?” Killa greeted snapping me back to reality.
“Nothing fool, just vibing. Nigga, I see you,” I said admiring his dark blue Armani suit.
“Yeah, I’m about my money, a nigga gotta stay on point.”
“I hear you.”
“This you?” he asked as I hit the alarm on my 2015 tan Camaro.
“Yes kid, all me.”
“Big money I like it,” he replied, imitating Lil Boosie.
“I do me,” I said getting in the car. “You tryna eat?”
“Nah, I’m tryna get my dick sucked, where the hoes at?”
“You a fool,” I said before heading over to Wild West strip club.
When we entered the club, the scene was crazy. Bitches were doing handstands while sucking dick, flipping on dicks, and sucking on other bitches’ pussy. This wasn’t my type of scene anymore because I was really trying to build something with Honey.
I just sat back, ordered some drinks, and allowed him to do his thing. One thing about Killa was he was one ruthless nigga, but pussy would always be his downfall. He would spend his on savings account on pussy.
I never understood that because he was my blood, and we had some good genes, so it wasn’t like the nigga couldn’t have on call pussy. Watching him, he poured a bottle of Tequila on a stripper’s ass while the other one was on her knees sucking his dick while the next bitch that was wearing a strap-on fucked her. This was some crazy shit going on. My phone vibrated, and it was Honey. I went to the far back of the VIP where there was more peace and quiet and texted my boo.
It was close to 3am when I decided to take this drunk ass nigga to my house
“Yo’ that shit was live as fuck,” he slurred as I got him in the guest room.
“Nigga, get some sleep,” I said leaving him there. I wasn’t no sweet ass nigga, so he was going to fall asleep in his suit, tie, dress shoes, and all. Closing the door, I went to check on some information.
The P.I, Greg that Vic had been using was my peoples. You would think that a nigga that clever would be smart enough to switch shit up after trying to take me out. After getting off the phone with Greg, he sent me an email on all the information that he had regarding Vic.
I started shaking my head real hard when I saw that Vic had Greg did some research on Killa, which only meant that he was his next target. This made shit real easy for me. I thanked God for making killing that nigga and bitch super easy. All I had to do was put Killa on game.
It hurt me to have to take a girl that I was feeling sister away from her, but if you wanted to live by the streets then you was going to die by the streets.
Making me a sandwich and grabbing some chips, I sat back on the computer and looked for something nice to send to Honey. I noticed that Vic really crushed her by how low her self-esteem was. Every chance I got, I was trying to prove to her that I was that nigga to make shit right for her.
A few times I even thought about giving up, but that night she gave up them cookies had me wanting her on my team even more. Deciding on the Patek Philippe Arch 5053 Champagne Dial with Brown Leather Strap watch, a pair of Miu Miu heels with the matching bag; I paid the thirty-six thousand dollar total with my black card and had the gifts delivered to her.
Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.
I sent Honey a quote from H. Jackson Brown Jr. before laying back and falling asleep.
***
“Nigga that shit was live!” Killa woke me up early in the morning with his foolishness.
“Whatever nigga, yo’ ass was too geeked, I had to carry yo’ ass home!”
“Shut up and get ready a nigga tryna eat some breakfast and fuck a few more hoes.”
Making my way to the bathroom, I noticed there was a text from Honey. Smiling, I replied and proceeded with getting dressed. It was getting chilly, so I put on my all black Jordan jogging suit with the Jays to match.
I was really getting sick and tired of New York, and I really didn’t mind moving to Miami. Chad and I could do great business together, and I could be closer to Honey since she had no intentions on moving back this way.
“Hey Rob,” Denise greeted me as soon as I parked my car in the IHOP parking lot. I didn’t fully prepare myself on what I would do or say when I finally saw her, so a nigga was kind of looking real stupid.
“What’s good Ms. D,” I stuttered.
“Ain’t no need for that boy, I already know the part that you played in this, and I forgive you.”
“Ms. D, I’m really sorry for real.”
“It’s ok baby it was an eye opener for me anyways. I believe God makes no mistakes, there’s a reason behind everything.”
“You lookin’ real nice,” I complimented her. She was looking clean; her skin cleared up, and she gained most of her weight back. She was looking like a MILF.
“Thank you. I graduate my program in two weeks, and I couldn’t feel any better.”
“That’s good. Do you want to join us for breakfast?”
“No, that’s fine, I already had some food to eat. I have Bible study in a few minutes, so I better get going.”
“Ok. It was nice seeing you again,” I said giving her a hug. “Pray for me.”
“You’re always in my prayers,” she paused. “Take care of Honey for me, I could see that she really likes you, but just scared.”
I was shocked to hear that Honey had actually spoken to her mother about us. It did make me feel a little better knowing that all of my efforts weren’t in vain. I already had my mind set on doing everything in my power to make her mine.
“You don’t have to worry about that; I will,” I replied watching her walk
across the street.
“Damn that bitch was bad.” Killa stated as soon as I sat in the booth in front of him.
“Nigga chill out, she old enough to be yo’ mama.”
“She ain’t, so I wouldn’t mind beating that pussy up,” he laughed
“Nigga you a fool.” I signaled the waitress over, and we placed our orders.
“But on the real, I got some information that’s going to fuck your head up,” I said as soon as the waitress walked away
“Lay it on me.”
“How about Vic was plotting on you?”
“You fucking with me bruh?”
“Nah, G-shit, he had Greg look you up and shit and that could only be for one reason. He’s plotting on your ass.”
“That just made my job a little easier.” He stopped talking to allow the waitress to put the food down on the table. He inspected his food, took a sip of his coffee, and then nodded his head in approval. “So that nigga in Texas?”
“Yeah, that nigga been there with that broad Coco for a hot lil’ minutes.”
“So, what you want me to do?”
“Kill them all.”
“Even your girl’s sister?”
“Even that snake bitch.”
For the remainder of breakfast, we ate and went over our plans. I wanted to be there, so I could personally kill that nigga myself.
Chapter 9
Chasity
“He switched up everything!” I whispered through the phone. I was sitting on the toilet seat in one of the guest bathrooms talking to Vic. Chad was a very hard sleeper, so while he was sleep, I took this as my opportunity to go through his things to see what I could find.
“What the fuck you mean he switched everything up?!” Vic roared into the phone. I had to make sure the volume on the phone was down to prevent Chad from walking in on our conversation.
“Everything is switched up; I’ve been through every single document in his office and he has nothing in there. He cleared everything out, down to his computer.
“Do you think he caught onto you?”
“No, I think he’s just being smart about everything.”
“I need you to get me what I need and I need you to handle it ASAP!”
