by Shan
"I've been rescheduling every week for months. It's not like you're doing anything physical. All you have to do is sit there and listen and if you must--talk."
"Reschedule it. I'm not gonna make it," I hung up without waiting for her response. "Look have a seat. Let's get this shit over with."
"Cool," Dmitri said taking a seat next to me. Sy continued to stand but once I placed my grip around the .22 he found a seat near the door.
"What's up?" I inquired.
"Let's start over. Tae, this is Sy, Sy Tae. Sy used to run the West coast down here, real mean on them streets and I know for a fact that he will be crucial to what we got going here. With everything that's going on I think that it would be good to let him eventually take over things here while me and you get things set up in Dallas and Memphis," Demitri laid it all out.
I sat quietly just listening to what Dmitri had to say not giving my input on whether I agreed or disagreed. One thing was for sure, I worked too hard to set up an air tight organization and wasn't about to let anybody take over shit. Especially not somebody I ain't know. Even when I decided to retire I handed things over to my bruh and Kevin, not some niggas I just picked up off the streets.
"Are you listening?" Dmitri asked me.
"Yea I heard everything you said. We can sit down at a later date and time and run through everything. That's a lot to think about you know?" I said knowing I wasn't going to think about shit.
"All I need you to do my man is just show me the ins and outs and I promise you everything you've done will be done just the same if not better," Sy said sounding a tad bit cocky and confident.
"You the one that's trying to throw the party at The Revolver?" I asked changing the subject. I caught the side eye that Dmitri shot at me but ignored him and kept my stare on Sy.
"Yea, Dmitri wanted to throw me a lil' homecoming party and suggested we do it at your spot."
"Ron got back with me this morning and told me we were clear to throw it in a couple of weeks. It's gonna be bananas," Dmitri said. "He never gave me a price though."
"Long as y'all clear the bar and door minimum we cool on that," I shrugged my shoulders.
"Are you gonna come? You and the wifey?" Sy asked like we were long time patnas or something.
"If I'm up to it I'll be there by myself."
"I'll have to bring a couple of my ladies for you two," Dmitri laughed.
"Nah, you can bring a couple for him but I'm good,” I replied.
"I might bring my lil' lady with me. I just met this fine ass bitch that I'm sure will put every chick up in there to shame. I gotta bring her so I can watch the niggas and the bitches salivate over her," Sy chuckled.
"Damn, shawty got it like that?" I had to laugh at that myself.
"Oh this bitch is bad. I promise you that homey," Sy said.
"Mmgh, I'm a have to see that for myself."
We continued to talk for the next hour and each time Dmitri and Sy got on the subject of my drug organization, I found a way to talk about something else. I wasn't about to let Sy take things over but I did decide to try him out and see if he was really as good as Dmitri said he was.
6: Rozalyn
"Mmmh!" I moaned.
I pushed his head deeper into the center of my sweet nectar and gently tilted my head back in pleasure. The only thing that could be heard in the room was my soft moans and the splashing noises Messiah made each time he licked and sucked.
"Shit!" I cried out.
It's been forever since I had a man touch me this way, hell touch me in anyway and the shit had me riding on the waves of ecstasy. I'd almost forgotten how good it felt to be pleased.
"Damn, oh damn! Shit Messiah!" I placed my hand over my mouth to stifle my moans. The boys were in their room asleep and that was the only reason I agreed to let Messiah in my home. We'd been dating since the day I had lunch with him a couple of weeks ago. I really liked him but I didn't know him well enough to be bringing him around my children.
"Wait...wait let me get the phone," I pushed Messiah's head back but he grabbed my waist tightly and wrapped my legs around his shoulders. "Ahh! Ohhh!"
My phone began to ring again, vibrating loudly against the dresser. I reached for it but it ended up falling to the floor, rolling a few feet away.
"I'm cumming! I'm--ahhh!" I began to shake violently as a release of my juices gushed out, covering Messiah's lips. He licked his lips as he stood to his feet and parted my legs wider than what they already were. I was so high off of this lustful feeling that I couldn't even move. I wanted to reach out and push Messiah away once he whipped out his long, thick piece of meat, but was frozen in place. It'd only been a couple of weeks and I wasn't so sure if giving it up so soon would be a good idea.
Would he continue to respect me? Treat me like a queen? Would he think I was a whore? I asked myself.
"Messiah, wait--I--" I protested.
"Come on mama," he leaned down and kissed my lips making it harder for me to say no.
Messiah reached in his pocket, pulled out a condom, and glided it over his dick. He lifted me up from the dresser and carried me over to the bed.
"Can I?" he asked lifting my shirt and taking my breast into his mouth.
"Can you what?" I asked dumbfounded.
"Can I put it in? I don't want you to regret it."
"Uh--I---yea," I gave in.
Once Messiah peeled his shirt away, I wrapped my arms around him and welcomed his touch. I could hear my phone steadily vibrating somewhere on the floor and wondered who was calling me. The thought quickly went out of my head when the tip of Messiah's rock hard dick penetrated my wetness.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
DING DONG! DING DONG!
"What the fuck?" Messiah rolled off of me onto his back and sighed. "You expecting somebody?"
"No, but that may be who's been calling me," I slid out of bed and rushed to my phone sitting on the floor.
The moment I picked it up it began to vibrate once again. Seeing Tamar's name light the caller ID up sent me into panic mode. Hesitantly, I answered.
"Hello," I said.
"Fuck you doing? Damn, Roz I done called you at least thirty damn times! Come open the fucking door before I kick this muthafucka' down!" Tamar yelled into my ear before hanging up.
"Oh shit. Messiah put your clothes on, you gotta go!" I frantically yelled.
I grabbed Messiah's shoes from the floor, his shirt, and raced in his direction.
"You serious right now?" Messiah asked.
"I'm very serious Messiah. My baby daddy is at the damn door. If he finds you in here shit won't be pretty," I explained.
"You still fuckin' the nigga?" Messiah asked getting upset.
"Messiah please it's not like that. I just got visitation rights with my kids and I'm not trying to fuck that up. Please---"
BAM! BAM! BAM!
My phone vibrated in my hand and sweat poured from my brow. I knew if Tamar found out I had a dude in here he would be livid. It wasn't even that I felt he would be jealous but having another man in the same house as his kids would likely get me and this fool killed. Not only that I didn't want him to go back to the courts and try to snatch what little rights I did have away from me again. Messiah took his sweet, precious time getting dressed and the fact that he did it with little urgency pissed me off.
"Nigga, hurry the fuck up!" I stared at him disgustedly.
He looked down at me after slowly putting his shirt on. The look on his face told me that he was mad but I didn't care one bit. The knocking at my door continued along with the vibrations from my cell phone.
"Tamar, I'm coming. I was in the shower, hold up," I lied once I answered the phone.
Messiah grabbed his keys from the dresser and left the room without breathing a word to me. I followed behind him and immediately grabbed his arm when he headed towards the front door.
"Messiah, back door please," I said with frustration clearly in my voice.
"Oh, I gotta go thro
ugh the back door like I'm some bitch ass dog!" Messiah's voiced raised intently.
His accent was thicker than normal and I was for certain that Tamar heard him. I held my head down, shook my head, and regretted my decision to allow Messiah to come over. This would be the only and last damn time.
"Yea a'ight Ms. Lady you got that," Messiah said with a nod of his head.
Finally I got Messiah out of the house! I raced to the front door, took a few moments to catch my breath, and then opened the door. Tamar was standing in my drive-way, leaning up against Messiah's car.
"Tae!" I yelled at him.
He looked over at me but didn't move an inch. Messiah would be hitting that corner at any minute now and all hell was bound to break loose.
"Tae!" I called out again but he continued to post up on the damn car. "Look ain't nobody about to play with you. I'm about to go to bed."
"Who car is this?" he asked finally emerging away from the vehicle.
"The neighbors I guess. They park their car over here sometimes," I said and walked into the house.
I noticed Tamar look over his shoulder once more before coming inside the house. I stopped inside the foyer, folded my arms, and eyed Tae curiously. It was after midnight and the boys were asleep so what did he want.
"You let your neighbors park in your drive way all the time?" Tamar asked. He walked around me and began exploring my home without my permission.
"Tae, what do you want?" I asked.
"Yo, I know you don't have a nigga around my damn kids." Tamar continued surveying his surroundings, moving throughout the house with a limp.
"Ain't nobody here but me and the kids. What do you want?"
"Why the fuck you didn't answer the phone or the door then? You got somebody up in here Rozalyn?"
"I told you I was in the shower when you called! Don't be questioning me any damn way. Why the hell are you here?"
"Dude the one that kept you from coming to see me at the hospital? I know it's another dude in the picture so don't lie to me," Tamar had the nerve to say.
"Nobody but me kept me from coming to see you. I'm not your woman anymore and you ain't my responsibility. That's what your fiancé is for," I spat.
"That's not my fiancé. I didn't put that ring on her finger."
"Tamar, I don't really care. I'm just waiting on you to come to the damn counseling sessions so we can be done with each other."
"That's what you really want huh?"
"Yes, that's what I want," I nodded.
"I just came to pick my shorties up. I ain't seen them in a minute. Where they at?" Tamar asked. He kept his stare on me while rubbing the hairs of his goatee, seeming to be in deep thought.
"They're sleep. Why'd you come so late?"
"Cause I was handling business. You gonna go get them or not?" Tamar said.
I nodded my head and walked towards the boy's bedroom to wake them up. I don't know what was up with Tamar's change in demeanor towards me. For the past year he's been hating me and doing everything in his power to make me suffer and now he all of a sudden care again. It was over and I mean that. Sick of the back and forth, one day he loves me and the next day he hates me and wants to kill me. I couldn't deal with that anymore.
"Ag--" I jumped when Tamar wrapped one hand around my mouth and a arm around my waist.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You ever bring a nigga around my kids again you might as well run for your fuckin' life. I ain't stupid."
I nodded my head, placed my hand over my heart, and fought to catch my breath. That was the only and last time, I meant that.
7: Messiah
Miami is my fucking city. I own it. I claim it. It's mine. My first year in prison was smooth sailing; I still had control of the streets, my commissary stayed full, and everybody showed me major love and respect. All that started dwindling once I lost my connection. I started hearing shit about some young cat with milk still on his breath moving in and acting like he big time around this bitch; got my soldiers on the block for him, putting my paper in his pocket, and all that dumb shit. No lie, hearing that heated me to the core and was the only thing I thought about while doing the remainder of my sentence. Especially when the guards stopped giving me special treatment, the cats that once respected me gave me the side eye, and my fucking money stopped!
Payback is a bitch though. Tamar might not know he fucked up my life but he will find out soon enough. First, I'm a fuck his bitch, slowly fuck his world up, murder the nigga, and then continue to fuck his bitch. I heard he was a sucka ass squirl behind his baby mama and finding out they wasn't together anymore was like music to my ears.
I hated to come through and string Rozalyn along, she is too pretty, seemed like a good ass female, and not deserving of what I had in store for her. A beautiful chick that had her own was hard to come by where I'm from and as much as I hated to destroy her world; I just had to. The one thing I've learned since being in the game is to never show your opponents your weakest spot and unfortunately for Tamar; he showed his in Rozalyn.
"Sup mama. Thank you for meeting me," I kissed Rozalyn on the cheek and took a seat beside her.
"You're welcome," Rozalyn shifted in her seat uncomfortably.
"What you want me to sit on the other side?" I asked jokingly.
"I didn't say that. What's up? I didn't think I would hear from you again."
I exhaled, "I'm really just trying to figure out what's going on with us."
"What do you mean?"
"I thought you were feeling me, it's obvious that I'm into you. I just really thought we had some type of connection."
"I thought we did too. You really flipped out on me the other night."
"That's because you tasted so damn good to me and then your nigga came through and fucked it up," I said leaning and kissing her on her ear.
"We are not together anymore. I told you that already," Rozalyn sighed.
"Shit, I can't tell. The way you started to panicking when he came over. What's up with that?"
"He's crazy. I should've never had you over to my house. I know how that fool is and---I don't know. I just feel like I shouldn't even be trying to date anyone. I feel like I have to sneak around and I'm not trying to do that or put anyone else through that."
"Sneak around? What? You just gonna let him control your life? You already told me that he's engaged to someone else. Why the fuck would you need to sneak around?"
I couldn't believe this bitch was scared of this punk ass nigga. He obviously has done some fucked up things to her cause she looked like she would piss on herself just at the mention of his name. I don't give a damn what this coward did to her, I needed the bitch to get on board. Without her it would be impossible to take Tamar down the way I wanted and needed to. I could easily snatch his kids up and make a few threats but that would be too easy. I needed his chick and I needed her on my team.
"Look, I just want you to be happy. I want you to be happy with me," I leaned over and kissed Rozalyn on her neck. "I want you to be with me. Be my girl."
"I don't know. I don't wanna see anything happen to anybody else because of me. Tae will---"
"Tae ain't gonna do a muthafuckin' thing to me. I ain't scared of your bitch ass baby daddy. You must not know who the fuck you dealing with," I said getting angrier than I expected.
I was really sick of her sitting here acting like this clown was God and couldn't be touched. I grew up in a family full of killers from the men to the women. No man can put fear in my heart, especially not one that bleed red just like I do.
"Okay, let me out the booth. You are not the same person I met. I need to get back--" Rozalyn stood up but I grabbed her arm and pulled her back down.
"All I'm trying to say is I'm not some punk ass nigga. Your baby daddy don't scare me and as long as you and I are together he can't do shit to you. Believe that mama."
She bit down on her bottom lip as if she was contemplating what I just said. Damn, I guess I had to go back to pl
aying a sweet heart ass nigga with her. I could see she wasn't feeling the real Messiah.
"Come here," I turned her face towards mine and kissed her lips. "You gonna come to my party tonight right?"
"Damn, that's tonight. You never told me where it was at," Rozalyn said seeming to relax.
I kissed her on her lips some more and then brought my hand under the table to rub between her thighs.
"When you gonna let me taste it again?" I asked nibbling on her ear.
