by Lucinda John
“For the last time I don’t know how it got in there.” he stressed.
Instead of arguing with him, I shoved him off of me and walked out of the room. I had too much on my mind and I didn’t need him in my face while I sorted through my feelings. I walked to the room Tosha was staying in and knocked on the door.
“What’s wrong with you and where are your clothes? OH MY GOD Tiss what happened to your face? Tosha said as she opened the room door.
“You didn’t hear Khalil and I arguing?” I asked.
“No I was in the shower, oh my God did he do this to you.” she asked touching the side of my face.
“Yes but it was because I was on his ass for finding a condom in his car.”
“You found a what in his car?” she asked with a shocked expression on her face.
“A condom.” I cried. “A fucking condom! How could he do this to me?” I sobbed.
“Did you ask him about it?” she asked me.
“Yes but he acting like he don’t know where it came from talking about it could possibly belong to Dre.”
“Well…..”
“No I’m not buying that shit. You ready to go back home? I don’t feel like staying here.”
“You sure you want to leave.”
“Are you trying to go home or not?” I snapped not really meaning for it to come out that way.
“Calm down Tissa, let me get our things together and then we can go.” Tosha said hugging me.
For an hour I cried while I helped Tosha pack her and the baby’s things. I cried so much that I had no more tears. All I could think about was all the shit I went through between Khalil and Belinda and I didn’t want to go through that again. Our whole relationship I had to fight bitches for our happiness and I was tired.
“Where the fuck y’all think y’all going?” Khalil asked as he sat on the porch smoking a joint.
“I’m going home and Tissa is going to help me for a while she just needs her space Khalil.” Tosha said.
“No the fuck she don’t. Man take y’all asses back in that fucking house.” he snapped.
“Khalil give her a day to cool off. This ain’t gonna end good if you force her to stay here. She’s with me, she good.” Tosha assured him.
Khalil looked as if he wanted to drag my ass back in the house by my hair, but then his mama pulled up. He knew better than to try that shit around Mama Rose so he decided to let it go. I walked over to the car and removed the boys out of their car seats.
“You going home so soon?” she asked Tosha.
“Yes.” Tosha replied.
“I can hold on to Gunz Jr. for a few more days if you want me to.” she offered.
“No, it’s fine I need to get the hang of taking care of both my babies. I been gone from my big boy for far too long.” Tosha said.
“Ok. Tissa baby you ok?” she asked looking from me to Khalil.
“Yes I’m fine Mama Rose. You ready Tosha.”
Leaving Mama Rose and Khalil behind, I grabbed Tosha’s things and began placing them in the Range Rover Dre bought her. Once I had all the car seats latched in and secured I placed the kids in the car and strapped them in. I watched in the review mirror as Khalil just stood there watching my every move with a defeated look on his face. Fuck him, I thought as I got in the car and drove off.
Chapter 9
Johanna
“Gunzell has been showing interest in one of the girls.” Lee said causing my head to snap back.
“What girl?” I asked.
“Some black girl. He’s been taking her into his office a lot lately.”
“I’m going to kill that bitch. Lead me to her.” I snapped.
When I risked everything just to have Gunz I didn’t have any intentions on sharing him. I knew having him run my business would give him access to a room filled with sluts, but I thought he was better than that. I figured by the way he was coming home laying down the pipe that we were past all the bitterness.
At first it was hard packing up and residing in China especially with the death of my father. I had a decision to make and unfortunately me being with Gunz came before my father. I extorted my father out of money just to open the human trafficking ring that I now own today. Selling drugs and killing for a living was so cliché, I wanted to do something that involved less dead bodies and more money. The business of selling woman was very lucrative and in only six months I made more money than I ever did working with my father.
“Where are you going?” Gunz asked walking in the house.
I still didn’t fully trust him that is why I made sure to have security around him 24/7. He was not allowed to have any access to any cellular device, computers, tablets anything that could possible alarm my brother that he was still alive. If my brother was to ever find out that Gunz was still alive and that I’ve been holding him captive I was bound to die a slow and painful death.
“You don’t hear me talking to you?” Gunz asked.
“Yes I’m sorry, I’m about to head over to the office.” I replied.
“For what?” he asked.
“I just wanted to check on a few things.”
“If I’m running shit then you need to sit your ass at home and mind your business.” he snapped.
The reason why I had armed security in every corner of the house is because I feared Gunz. He was the type of man that would kill me with his bare hands then pull out a gun and empty a full clip into my dome. No matter how nice he tried to be to me I was no fool. I would always make sure to have the best security detail around me for my protection.
“Watch your mouth.” one of my head security said pulling out his gun.
“You see I’m talking to my bitch right? Mind your fucking business!!” Gunz snapped.
The fact that he referred to me as his bitch had me blushing so hard I could feel the burning in my cheeks.
“I got this under control.” I said to the security guard.
“You need to handle these fuck niggas I ain’t the one!” he yelled, storming up the stairs.
“Are you still going down to the office?” Lee asked.
“Not right now I have to make sure he’s ok.” I said following behind Gunz like a lost puppy.
Lee gave me a disapproving look but I didn’t care. I would sell my soul to the devil if that meant I could be with Gunz. If I would have just stopped being stubborn and accepted being in a relationship with him then we wouldn’t have been in this situation. Gunz lost that spark that he had for me and I was determined to get that back even if that meant me tying him down to a chair again.
“Gunz baby are you ok?” I asked wrapping my arms around his waist. I could feel his body tense up, but I held on to him tightly.
“I’m sick of these niggas talking to me like I’m some square.” he snapped.
“Sorry, I’ll fix it.” I whispered.
“Why do you need all these fucking security guards anyways? I can’t piss without one following me like they about to come shake my dick for me or some shit.”
“With the type of business that we’re in we need the heavy security.” I lied.
“If you would just give me a fucking gun then I would be all the protection this damn family needs!” he snapped.
There was no way in hell I was trusting him with a gun, but I wasn’t going to say that. Instead I got on my knees and unzipped his pants. He tried to resist me but when I ran my tongue across his stomach he started to relax. Releasing his long tool I stuffed my mouth whole trying to suck away his every thought of him owning a gun.
“I still need a fucking gun!” he snapped after emptying his seeds down my throat.
“I’ll see what I can do.” I replied, rolling my eyes.
“I’m not playing with your ass Johanna.” he snapped making his way to the bathroom.
He slammed the door shut behind him and a few minutes later I heard the water running. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed I placed my head in my hands. I didn’t trust Gunz with a gun and I
didn’t want to risk him being mad at me. These last few days he was really starting to warm up and I was enjoying his company. I figured if I was going to give him a gun, then I was going to be sure to stay strapped at all times. I killed for a living once upon a time and if it came down to it I wouldn’t hesitate to send Gunz to his grave.
A whiff of Gunz’s sweet smelling Old Spice body wash rushed in the room as he opened the bathroom door. The scent was so tantalizing that I found myself in a daze. I watched as he walked to his personal closet that I had filled with nothing but high class designer clothing. He fished through his expensive threads until he decided to wear a Gucci jogger set. The custom made Gucci Huaraches he wore on his feet set his outfit off to perfection. Grabbing his Valentino cologne he sprayed it over his body causing my pussy to drip puddles on the bed.
Gunz was looking so good that I refused to let him leave the house. I knew how these Chinese thots got down and I wasn’t about to lose my man to any of them. These hoes would give up there virginity if it meant being with a sexy black man such as Gunz.
“Where are you going?” I asked with attitude dripping from my voice.
“I’m going to check on the girls.” he replied.
“Why?”
“Because that’s my fucking job or did you forget?”
“I was thinking you could take the day off and we could chill.”
“In all my years of hustling since when have you known me to take a damn day off?” he snapped.
“Damn can you give a nigga his space to handle home damn! If this shit is going to work you’re going to have to learn how to let go of a nigga’s nut sack.” he carried on.
“Ok. Well what time are you coming home?” I asked.
“When I’m done doing what I gotta do.” he replied walking out of the room.
I followed behind him and walked past Lee who was in the kitchen eating an apple.
“Keep an eye on him.” I said pulling Lee to the side.
“You have gotten really soft Johanna.” Lee chuckled.
“Shut up I love him.” I rolled my eyes.
“Be careful with this thing called love. Love can have you buried six feet under.” he lectured.
“Yeah whatever Lee just do as I say.”
“Yes boss.” he smirked before walking out of the house.
“Ling I need you to watch the kids, I have a business meeting to attend.” I said to my eighteen year old maid.
Ling’s father had a fetish for young girls so bad that when he couldn’t afford to buy any more girls from me he traded in his only daughter. Ling was a very sweet girl with a nice body that had the ability to bring me in a lot of money. I was only keeping her around because she was a virgin and white men paid a fortune to break in a sexy Chinese chick. As soon as one of my clients came down from his business trip in Brazil she was going to be a distant memory. I was not going to have her hot ass parading around my house in front of my man. I had to already smack her a few times for speaking to him without my permission.
Slipping my naked body in a tight black off the shoulder dress I studied myself in the mirror. I was still that same bitch that had the ability to make any sane man go mad. I parted my hair down the middle and placed big curls everywhere. I wasn’t a big fan of makeup so I only added some gloss to my lips and I was ready to go. My driver held the door open for me as I made my way towards him.
“Where to ma’am?” he asked.
“Bring me to my jet.” I replied.
I was about to board a quick flight to see my side piece Juan. It was something about Juan that drove me wild, but it wasn’t enough for me to want to be with him. When I met him he was just a client interested in buying black girls from me until one drunken night of celebration turned into a fuck-a-thon. Juan had the ability to do things with his tongue that should have been illegal.
Two hours later my jet was landing on the pad, and I was waiting for Juan to pick me up.
“To what do I owe this visit? Are you sick of fucking that black monkey.” he smirked.
“No I wanted to tell you that your package is in.” I replied.
“You flew all the way over here to tell me that?” he quizzed.
“No, I need you to pick up your package like yesterday, one of your girls is occupying too much of my man’s time and if you don’t come get her I will kill her without a second thought.” I snapped.
“Wow this guy must really be something else if you’re willing to lose money behind him.” Juan chuckled.
“He is, I love him.”
“If you love him so much then what are you doing here in that little black dress that I am sure you have nothing underneath.”
“I was in a rush.” I replied.
Pushing me back in the seat, Juan lifted my dress over my hips and began feasting on my kitty. His driver was looking back at us with wide eyes turning me on even more. With my eyes focused on the driver I pulled my dress down revealing my breasts and began toying with my nipples. I could see Juan’s driver’s expression change as his dick got hard in his pants watching the show.
“Come.” I said motioning for him to join.
This wasn’t anything new for Juan and I, we were spontaneous lovers. We loved fucking in front of a crowd; we even enjoyed having threesomes and orgies. The driver quickly unbuckled his seat belt and joined us in the back seat of Juan’s very spacious limo. Grabbing the driver’s head I fed him my nipples then threw my head back in pleasure. The feeling of Juan sucking on my clit and his driver sucking on my titties had me floating on cloud nine. This shit was the life right here and it couldn’t get any better.
Chapter 10
Tosha
It’s been a full week since La’Tissa had been moping all over the place and I was ready for her to take her ass home. She knew she missed Khalil and the kids like crazy so I didn’t understand why she was being so stubborn. All of this could have been nipped in the bud if they would have sat and talked things out like adults.
“Are you going home today?” I asked as we walked through the mall.
Today was my first day being baby free and I was enjoying it to the fullest. Tissa and I had just come from the beauty shop which had me feeling myself as we walked through these stores.
“You putting me out bestie?” she asked.
“No, but yes. I love you and all but I am tired of you moping around the house. You need to call that man and hear him out.”
“Fuck him.” she spat.
“Listen to me, life is too short to be playing with love. I would do anything to have Gunz back home with me. Stop playing Tissa and go back home to that man.”
“Yeah ok, we can go after we hit this club tonight.” she said.
“Now you know Khalil is not about to let you go to no club.” I laughed.
“What Khalil don’t know won’t hurt him.” she said with a sinister grin on her face.
Since we made plans to go out tonight we had to walk back through the mall and find the perfect outfit. Tissa and I were two of a kind, we never believed in wearing anything from our closet when we went out to the club. Some called it high maintenance; we called it being a fly bitch. See we didn’t have to wait on our men to spend money, we had our ownn so best believe we had the ability to afford our expensive taste in fashion.
“If Khalil kicks your ass for wearing that dress I am not going to stop him.” I laughed as she tried on a ivory mesh body con dress. The dip above her ass was so deep that her tramp stamp of Khalil’s name was on full display.
“Ain’t nobody worrying about that fool.” she waved me off. “Watch I post a picture on Facebook and tag his ass in it.” she joked.
“Two hundred dollars says you won’t do it.” I dared her.
“Hell nah I love my life.” she shrieked causing me to laugh.
The remainder of the day, we shopped and gossiped just like old times. When it came time for use to get ready for the club we popped a bottle of Apple Ciroc and rolled a few blunts. We was
n’t big on smoking weed, but tonight was a chill night that all of us needed.
Remy Ma’s hit single “Hands Down” blasted through my iHome speakers as we got ready to hit the scene. I grabbed the blunt taking a long pull while I admired my curves in the nude dress that held me tighter than a body wrap. I had to admit the extra weight Toshanna put on me did my body well. My body was real sick and I was enjoying the opportunity to flaunt it. Gunz wouldn’t have allowed me to get out of bed if he was here. Thinking of his sweet kisses and gentle touch reminded me that it’s been a minute since I had some dick. I wanted to get laid in the worse way, and the way this Kush and Ciroc had me feeling tonight may be the night I allowed my inner thot to come out and play.
