by White, Silk
Nancy kept sucking until Ali filled her mouth with his fluids. She did her best not to let any escape her mouth as she swallowed every last drop.
To Ali’s amazement Nancy didn’t stop there, she continued to please her fiancé orally until he was ready for round two. Ali watched as Nancy crawled on the bed getting on all fours.
Nancy laid with her face down and her ass poking in the air waiting for the dick. Ali just sat back for a second and looked at Nancy’s fat ass sticking up in the air. He quickly hopped on the bed with her. Ali spread both of her ass cheeks apart as he entered her from behind.
“Ohh shit,” Nancy purred as she buried her face in a pillow as Ali went to work. Ali pounded Nancy’s pussy roughly as he watched her fat ass bounce off his torso with each stroke. He pulled her hair as he continued to pipe her down.
“Oh yes, this pussy is all yours,” she screamed out from a mixture of pain and pleasure. Ali watched Nancy’s ass jiggle all over the place until he couldn’t take it no more and exploded.
Chapter 39
WHEN YOU TRY HARD YOU DIE HARD
“What’s good, this that new package,” Diesil asked excitedly. “Yeah, I got this from that Spanish cat from uptown only until I find a better connect,” G-money informed him. “It’s about time, shit,” Diesil said happy the block was about to be poppin again.
“Oh yeah, what’s that I’m hearing, Rell came to the hood the other day,” G-money pressed as he took a long hard drag on his blunt. “This nigga strolled through the hood like he owned the whole shit,” Diesil exclaimed loudly. “He wet up a few of my goons God bless they soul, but me and my man right here strolled through his girl’s funeral and swiss cheesed the whole place, smell me,” Diesil boasted giving G-money a pound. “That’s what I’m talking about. You gotta go hard, it’s crunch time,” G-money said passing the blunt to Diesil. “Go hard or go home, you already know how I do,” Diesil said coolly as he passed G-money back the blunt.
“Yo I’m out. I’m about to go set shop back up, you dig. I’m a scream at you later,” Diesil said tossing the duffle bag strap over his shoulder as he headed for the door with his main goon, Marcus, in tow. “Come on B, hurry up I gotta go see one of my shorties after this,” Diesil said as he tossed the duffle bag in the trunk, then quickly slid into the driver’s seat of his old school Chevy that was tricked out. “Why you copped this country ass whip,” Marcus asked. “Because I fucks wit the south. That’s where all the money is at,” Diesil replied as he turned his key making the car come to life. “Plies” song “100 years” blasted through the speakers as Diesil pulled out into traffic.
Diesil drove dropping knowledge to Marcus when he spotted flashing lights in his rearview mirror. “Fuck,” Diesil cursed loudly. “Yo, put this in the glove compartment,” he ordered handing Marcus his .45. Marcus quickly tossed the handgun into the glove compartment along with his .357 magnum.
“Yo just be cool,” Diesil said nervously as he pulled over to the side of the road.
Two red faced officers slowly approached the Chevy cautiously with their pistols already drawn. “Driver slowly step out of the vehicle.” “What seems to be the problem officer,” Diesil yelled out of the driver’s window as he placed his hands on the steering wheel. “Driver slowly step out of the vehicle,” the officer asked again.
“Yo, I’m about to pop off,” Marcus whispered looking at the glove compartment. “Nah chill,” Diesil ordered as he slowly slid out of the driver’s seat with his hands up in surrender. “Slowly hand me your driver’s license,” the officer asked sternly. “Damn, be easy,” Diesil said shooting the officer a look that screamed trouble as he slowly reached for his wallet in his back pocket. Once Diesil got his hand in his back pocket. The other officer screamed out, “HE’S GOT A GUN!”
Both officers immediately opened fire on Diesil riddling his body with bullets. The bullets slightly lifted Diesil off of his feet sending him crashing to the ground smoking.
When Marcus heard the officers’ guns start poppin, he quickly popped open the glove compartment and snatched Diesil’s .45 and let it blast. “BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.” The officers quickly took cover as the young goon let his cannon bang out. Marcus quickly pulled out his cell phone and called Skip.
Skip sat in the warehouse with G-money counting money and listening to Young Jeezy. “Yo you think Ali gonna stay retired,” Skip asked taking a sip of his yak.
“I don’t know? Ali been in the game for a long ass time,” G-money said downing the shot of liquid fire in one gulp. “Whatever he decides to do, I’m going to support him.” “I guess when I get older I’ll understand,” Skip said wrapping a rubber band over a stack of money. G-money just chuckled. “What’s so funny,” Skip asked. “You just a straight goon, a full blooded goon. The reason I’m laughing is because I’m the same way,” G-money said helping himself to another drink. “I might have to take a little vacation soon.” “Why, what’s up,” G-money asked. “April think I’m cheating on her, so I was thinking about taking her on a little vacation.” “Yeah make sure you take care your home before anything.” “Yeah, I’m probably going to take that trip at the end of the week,” Skip said as he answered his ringing phone.
“Yo, what’s poppin,” he answered. “Yo, the fucking cops just smoked Diesil. Yo son, its crazy! These crooked ass cops got it out for us,” Marcus yelled into the receiver peeking through the shattered windshield. “Slow down. Where you at right now,” Skip asked.
Before Marcus could reply, both of the officers opened fire on the vehicle causing him to drop his cell phone. “Fuck that, I ain’t going out like no chump,” Marcus said to himself as he grabbed his .357 from the glove compartment.
By this time four more police cars had pulled up to the scene. Marcus recited a quick prayer before he made his move. Marcus quickly sprung out of the vehicle with a gun in each hand. Marcus shot one of the officers in the shoulder before the cops silenced him forever.
Skip and G-money listened in on speaker phone as they heard at least seven different guns going off at the same time before the call ended.
“Fuck,” G-money cursed loudly as he buried his head in the palm of his hands. “Not my nigga, Diesil,” he cried out. Skip was also at a loss for words. He just sat there looking blankly at the floor. “Yo, we was just with him,” G-money sobbed still in shock. “Fuck that shit, I’m riding out,” Skip growled as he snatched his dessert eagle from his waistband and checked the magazine, making sure it was full. “It’s on,” G-money said through clenched teeth as he and Skip finished counting the last bit of money before they left.
Chapter 40
HEART OF A LION
Everybody in the gym stopped what they were doing when they saw Spanky walk through the front door with his wife by his side. Freddie stepped out of the restroom and was at a lost of words when he saw Spanky standing in the entrance with his gym bag hung over his shoulder.
“Old man I’m back,” Spanky said with a smile. “I see,” Freddie replied with a stone look on his face. “I’m going to win this fight; no matter what it takes I’m going to do it. Will you help me,” Spanky asked sternly.
Freddie didn’t respond, instead he just stared at Spanky blankly. After one minute of the two staring each other down a warm smile appeared on Freddie’s face as he gave Spanky a big hug. “I’m glad you’re back. We got a lot of work to do and not much time, so lets get to work,” he said leading Spanky over to the training table so he could get his hands wrapped up.
“Later on tonight I got a few more tapes of The Terminator that we have to go over,” Freddie spoke in a matter of fact tone. “No doubt,” Spanky replied. “Thanks for taking me back.” “Don’t mention it kid. I had a lot of time to think about what you had said to me,” Freddie said. “And you were right; you only get a chance like this once in a lifetime, so you better win,” Freddie joked as he hugged Spanky. “I ain’t come this far to lose,” Spanky answered stiffly. “That’s what I like to hear,” Freddie said
as he and Spanky headed over to the weight room section.
“Okay for the next two weeks you’re going to have to lift weights, so you can get your strength back in your arms,” Freddie told him.
Spanky started off with the fifteen pound dumb bells. He threw slow punches with a dumb bell in each hand, as Christie sat on the sideline watching to support her man. “Start off light baby, you been gone for a while,” Freddie said taking the fifteen pound dumb bells from Spanky’s hands and replacing them with ten pound dumb bells instead. “You gotta crawl before you walk.”
Spanky worked his ass off for four hours straight. Christie sat on the side with a smile on her face. She was so proud of her husband. She watched his body drip of sweat as he worked the jump rope. Christie knew Spanky wanted to win the title more than anything in the world, and she was going to do everything in her power to comfort and support him. “Go ahead baby,” she cheered from the sideline.
Spanky didn’t respond, he just winked at his wife and continued what he was doing.
Chapter 41
NOT A GOOD FEELING
G-money slid out of the backseat of the black Yukon and was met by eight of his goons waiting by the curb for him. The goons quickly escorted G-money inside the funeral parlor. G-money strolled up in the funeral parlor wearing some dark shades, and an all black Dickie suit. His Dickie pants hug low from the weight of the pistol he concealed on his waist. “I want at least ten mutha fuckas outside to make sure nobody don’t try to shoot this mutha fucka up,” G-money ordered as he made his way towards Diesil’s mother.
As soon as Diesil’s mother saw G-money headed in her direction, she quickly met him halfway and melted in his arms. “What happened to my baby,” Ms Jones sobbed as she buried her face in G-money’s chest. “I don’t know,” G-money answered shamefully. “Those crackers been killing kids left and right, and they had the nerve to tell me that they were just doing their jobs, that’s why it took seventy shots to kill two men.” “Yeah you know the NYPD is the biggest gang in New York,” G-money said removing his sunglasses. “G-money please promise me that you’ll kill the person responsible for taking my son away from me,” Ms Jones sobbed crying like a baby. “Promise me.” “I promise,” G-money whispered in Ms Jones’ ear. The soft funeral music playing in the background only made the mood feel even worse.
A few family members stood and said a few good things about Diesil in front of everyone in attendance. Seconds later Ali and Big Mel strolled into the funeral parlor and took a seat in the back.
G-money sat next to Ms Jones when he heard a scuffle break out at the front door. Everybody stood up in unison and headed towards the entrance, where they were met by Detective Nelson with fifteen officers behind him. G-money’s goons blocked the entrance refusing to let the police enter. “What the fuck ya’ll want,” G-money asked with about seventy goons behind him. “We’re just here looking for Ali,” Detective Nelson said calmly. “What’s the problem,” Ali asked making his way to the front of the crowd. “We need you to come downtown and participate in a line up,” Detective Nelson grinned. “We got a witness who said she witnessed the murder of those two police officers in a small coffee shop a few weeks ago.” “So what the fuck does that have to do with me,” Ali asked in a nasty tone. “You fit the description,” Detective Nelson responded pulling out a shinny pair of handcuffs.
Get four cars to follow me down to the station to make sure that’s where they taking me,” Ali whispered in G-money’s ear. G-money nodded in agreement. Detective Nelson quickly handcuffed Ali and escorted him to a squad car.
“Fuck the police,” A few goons yelled out as they watched the Detective lower Ali’s head into the backseat of the squad car. Just like Ali had instructed, four cars full of goons followed the squad car, all the way down to the station. “I’m going to kill that mutha fucka,” G-money said out loud shaking his head in disgust. “Yo, let me holla at you real quick,” Skip said pulling G-money off to the side. “What’s up?” “A few of the goons snatched up those two racist cops that smoked Diesil and Marcus,” Skip said excitedly. “Say word.” “Yeah they got ‘em tied up in the basement in some abandoned building out in Queens,” Skip said anxiously. “Come on, we out,” G-money said as he, Skip, and about five goons hopped in two awaited vehicles and headed to Queens.
* * * *
“Why are you looking at me like that,” Detective Nelson chuckled looking at Ali through the rearview mirror. “You’re not my friend no more?” “We were never friends. Fuck you,” Ali replied coldly. “You see a bitch, you use a bitch.” “You the one looking like the bitch right now,” Detective Nelson countered. “Ali, I hate to be the one to break the bad news to you, but…I’m going to kill you, and I’m going to do it real soon,” he said raising an eyebrow. “Don’t worry, I’ll be prepared when the time comes,” Ali said as the two exchanged challenging glares. “If you say so,” Detective Nelson replied smiling at Ali weakly.
* * * *
“Yeah what’s up,” G-money answered his ringing cell phone. “Hey baby you busy,” Coco asked innocently. “Kind of; why what’s up?” “Oh, just wanted to talk to you about something.” “Aight, I’m going to talk to you when I get home. I should be there in about an hour.” “Okay boo, I’ll see you then.” Coco said ending the conversation.
G-money headed into the abandoned building with Skip and the rest of the goons on his heels. When G-money entered the basement, he could tell that the goons, who had bought the two cops in, had beat the shit out of them from the dried up blood and bruises they sported on their faces. “These the mutha fuckas who killed Diesil,” a young goon growled as he slapped the shit out of one of the cops. G-money slowly walked up to one of the officers, slowly pulling his .45 from his waistband. He placed the barrel on the cop’s forehead and pulled the trigger without a trace of emotion. The impact from the shot caused the cop’s body to fall backwards, out of the chair he once sat in. “Please don’t kill me…I got four children,” the other officer begged. His cowardly plea was answered with a punch in his face. “I have to go home and take care of something; ya’ll can have fun with this mutha fucka,” G-money yelled over his shoulder as he made his exit. When G-money reached his S.U.V. he could hear the other cop screaming like a bitch. He just shook his head and headed home.
* * * *
Ali stood in the line up with six other men. “Okay, turn to your left,” a voice ordered over the loudspeaker. After three hours of bullshit, Ali was finally released. Detective Nelson knew Ali wasn’t the cop killer, he only brought him downtown to fuck with his mind. Detective Nelson knew he was going to kill, Ali he just didn’t know how yet.
* * * *
G-money stepped into his crib and saw Coco laying on the couch wearing a small tee shirt that looked like a mini skirt on her. “Hey babes what’s up,” he asked kissing Coco on the lips. “You cooked anything?” “Nah, I thought you might want to order something,” Coco said as she stood up. “I’m glad you’re here because I need to talk to you.” “What’s on ya mind,” G-money asked as he took off his shirt revealing his thirteen tattoos that covered his body.
“Do you love me,” Coco asked. “Yeah, I love you,” G-money answered quickly. “Why you think I asked you to move in here with me?” “Well if you love me, then why are you out fucking other women,” Coco asked snaking her neck. G-money sucked his teeth. “What you talking about,” he asked faking ignorance. “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Coco folded her arms. “I was in the beauty polar and all I heard was G-money this and G-money that, from all those groupie, gold digging bitches,” Coco said trying her hardest to control her temper. “What am I, not good enough for you?” “Of course you’re good enough for me.” “So why do you fuck other women then?” “I don’t know,” G-money answered feeling sorry for Coco. “I’m sorry baby, I’m just used to having a lot of women. I’m going to be straight up with you, I can’t change overnight but I will slow down until I can control it.” “Slow it down,
” Coco echoed rolling her eyes. “You must be crazy if you think I’m just going to sit here while you fucking all these other bitches,” she spat as stomped down the hallway heading towards the bedroom. “Bring ya fine ass over here,” G-money huffed as he followed behind her. “Listen babes, you my wifey aight? Them other bitches ain’t got shit on you, if they did you wouldn’t be living in my house,” G-money said as he placed a soft kiss on Coco’s neck. “I don’t know why you kissing me for, you ain’t getting none of this pussy,” Coco hissed looking G-money up and down.
Three minutes later, G-money watched Coco’s fat ass bounce and grind as she rode his dick backwards nice and slow. Coco moaned, sucking in air through clenched teeth, as she took the dick like a big girl. “I love you baby,” she moaned loving every stroke.
After twenty five minutes of intense lovemaking, Coco came three times and went straight to sleep. G-money just laid in bed listening to Coco’s slow and regular breathing as she slept.
Chapter 42
TRUTH BE TOLD
“Detective Nelson really got it out for you I see,” Big Mel stated plainly. “Fuck Detective Nelson,” Ali huffed. “He can kiss my ass.” “You got out the game right on time,” Big Mel said pouring him and Ali both a drink. “I’m in the game for life,” Ali corrected him. “I’m just not participating in certain activities no more. I’m participating in building instead of destroying.” “I ain’t mad at you for that.” Big Mel said shaking around the ice in his glass. “So how do you plan on building?” “I’ve been building from day one. I took all those mutha fuckas just sitting around in the hood and gave them all jobs; it might not have been a 9 to 5 but it still was a job. I done gave out so many turkeys on Thanksgiving that I lost count. Now I got these businesses poppin, giving my people more jobs and opportunities. I’ve done a lot for my people and the hood. People praise me everywhere I go, not because of the bad I’ve done, but for the good I’ve done,” Ali said sipping on his yak. “I done shook more people’s hands then a preacher,” he chuckled as he noticed Nancy fingering for him to come into the bedroom.
