by Nique Luarks
Nodding my head, I stood up to go look out of the window. We were currently inside one of the disposable traps on Tre Side. It was a two-story brick joint with a wide concrete porch. “Lil’ nigga was big-boy flexin’.”
Looni was one of the lil’ niggas who used this crib to trap. He and a couple of his homies were making a little change, so he had tried pressing hard lines. I couldn’t shoot him since the block was jumping, so I boxed him. His homies had to pick him up and carry him off when I got finished. After taking the blunt from Drake, I found my seat again.
“I was gon’ see if you wanted to slide wit’ me.” His leg dropped onto the floor. Drake, like me, was an enforcer for Tone. We tied loose ends and were usually front line, setting shit off.
Puffing the blunt, I nodded. “Yeah, let me finish this.”
My adrenaline was still rushing when Chance called my burner phone. I pulled the ski mask over my face and slid my gun under the seat. Drake casually pulled away from the building, turning the volume up on a Tupac joint. My mind flipped to the murders I’d just committed. Two niggas and a chick.
When you owed Tone money and didn’t fall through, that’s usually how you ended up. I wasn’t a complete monster, so whenever I had to body a chick it fucked with me. Women always got caught up in a nigga’s lifestyle, which was why even though I wanted to use Chance’s businesses to wash money, I couldn’t. I didn’t want the shit I did out in the streets to come back on her.
Grabbing my Styrofoam cup out of the cup holder, I relaxed in my seat and took a sip. I called Chance back and waited on her to answer as Drake tried to hand me the weed.
“True, guess what,” she said excitedly.
I put my cup back down and took it from him. “Wassup?”
“The shop is ready.” I could hear the smile in her voice. “And guess what else.” She giggled.
I chuckled. “What?”
“So is my loft. I get to go home finally.”
Chance didn’t like staying in Overland Park even though the area was nice as fuck. She loved the hustle and bustle of the inner city. Since her loft was downtown, she was able to live close to the hood, but securely. The police station was five minutes away from where she stayed, so the dicks were always nearby.
“That’s wassup, Jelly.” I handed Drake the L. “Now, you can stop whining and complain.”
She laughed. “I do not whine, True. Don’t lie on me.” I listened as she asked Erin if she wanted her to drive.
“Where you goin’?”
“I’m goin with Erin to go see an interior decorator. You know she and Tone are having a boy?” she asked. I could still hear her smile lingering. “I’m so happy for them.”
“Yeah, that’s wassup.” I picked up my cup again and shook my head no when Drake tried to hand me the blunt again.
“E can’t stop smiling.” She giggled. “But that was all I wanted. I just got off the phone with Emmit so when you get to your phone you might have a missed call from him.”
Chance knew the only time I answered my burner phone for her was when my personal one was nowhere near. I never took it with me when I went to do hot shit. The Feds were tracking everything nowadays and a nigga couldn’t afford no slip ups. Chance was also the only female with access to this line. I switched burner phones every few weeks, but she always got the new number. She was only supposed to use it in emergencies, but Chance did whatever she wanted. And like a sucker, I let her.
“When we get finished we’re going to meet up with Ava to try that Thai restaurant on Wornall. I remember us talking about it. You want me to get you something and drop it off?”
I nodded. “Yeah, do that.”
“Okay. I’ll call you.”
“A’ight. Later.”
“Later.”
20
Thought I knew you…
Chance
When I tried to let myself in True’s house and my key didn’t work, I frowned. Juggling the items in my hands, I reached inside my Nike windbreaker for my phone. As I called True, the rain picked up. Just when I was about to hang up and leave, he answered.
“Yeah?”
“Can you open the door?” I knew he was home because his Hummer was in the driveway.
“Use your key.” He yawned.
“I tried it, but it didn’t work.”
“Ah shit, I forgot I changed the locks.” I could hear shuffling on his end. “Hol’ up.” It thundered and then the rain picked up.
I was grateful for the hood on my head as I waited. When he pulled the door open with no shirt on, I almost dropped the items on my hands.
Damn...
True held the glass screen door open as I shuffled past him and into the house. “My fault. I would’ve left the door open for you if I would’ve remembered.”
“It’s okay.” I stood in the foyer, waiting for him to lock up. Once he did, he took the food out of my hands. “Where’s Chasity?”
“At home. I ended up paying the bill.” True shook his head, leading the way to the kitchen. “Quindelle’s ass can’t ask me for another penny.”
I giggled. Quindelle blew through money like she personally grew it. She didn’t work, but she was always taking trips, shopping, and throwing parties. Quindelle was living her best life off the expense of True, and I couldn’t even be mad at her. He’d taken her through a lot over the years.
“That shit ain’t funny, man. Her priorities are fucked up.”
“Sometimes, mine are too.” I shrugged. One thing I didn’t do was bad mouth the mothers of True’s kids. They had their own intimate relationships with True and it wasn’t okay for me to speak on things I didn’t fully understand.
After sitting his food down on the island, True took a seat on a stool. “Yeah...a’ight.” He eyed me.
I put my purse down and leaned forward on my arms. “What did you do today?”
“Nothin’.” He dug into the bag. “I was in the hood for a minute and I ended up riding out wit’ that nigga, Drake.”
Lord...
True and Drake together only meant one thing—destruction.
He laughed. “What you make that face for?”
“Because you’re crazy, True.”
Removing a container, he licked his lips. “So? You still love me.”
“That is true.” I cheesed, going around the counter. “I got you some spicy wings and the jalapeño stir fry and an order of crab rangoon.” One thing me and True had in common was our love for spicy foods.
“Good lookin’.” He opened the cutlery and dug into the rice.
Removing the wings, I opened them and took one out. I took a big bite and True shook his head.
“Nigga can’t ever have shit to himself.”
Chewing, I shrugged. “I wanted to order them when I was there, but I had already ordered a lot.” I took another bite and licked my lips. “I didn’t wanna look fat.”
True hated when I dug in his food. He always did, but I never cared. I finished off the rest of the wing and tossed it into the bag. Then I grabbed his drink, and took a long sip. True wiped his hands down and waited for me to finish.
“If you knew you were still hungry you shoulda gotten something to go.”
I handed him his drink and grabbed a napkin and another wing. “These are good. This is what I should’ve gotten.”
True’s phone rang and he went into his grey sweats. “Yeah...” he answered. “I don’t know.”
I gently took his fork from him and he grabbed the container with the wings. Taking a bite of the stir fry, I sighed.
“Your meal is better than mine was.”
True shook his head, still eating and listening to his caller.
After one more bite, I opened the crab rangoon and set one on the napkin with my chicken wing. I wiped my hands down and took another sip of his lemonade before I grabbed my scraps and left the kitchen.
I ended up falling asleep on the sectional in the family room watching “The Boondocks.” When I felt
my leggings being slid down my thighs, my eyes opened sluggishly. Both legs were freed and then my T-shirt came over my head. With tired eyes, I watched as True removed his dick from his briefs. He leaned forward planting kisses on my lips before sucking delicately on my neck.
“Mmmm...” Bending my legs, I grabbed his sides. The head of his erect dick slid across my pussy.
True’s warm tongue slithered across my neck making me grind slowly underneath him. I grabbed his dick, pushed my panties to the side, and stroked my clit with the head. My pussy throbbed as I slowly fucked myself with the tip of his dick. A muffled moaned escaped True’s lips.
“Fuck...” he whispered.
I guided him all the way in, gasping a little. I held his sides as he dipped in and out of me. My eyes closed, and a quiet whimper slipped out when I bit down on my bottom lip. Rhythmically, True stroked me, making sure to tap my G-spot every other thrust. My legs opened wider as my silent cue to beg for more and he plunged deeper.
True rose up and pushed my legs back. I opened my eyes to see him watching his dick slide in and out of me. He poked my G-spot again and an euphoric feeling swept over me. My stomach muscles tightened, and my legs shook a little.
“Oh my God...” True pinned my legs back further. “True...uhhh...fuck.” I pressed my palms on his lower abdomen.
“Damn, Jelly,” he moaned.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head. “True...I’m cumin’...” An intense, breath-taking orgasm shot through my body. I held on tight to True, enjoying every last second of it.
“Fuck...” True groaned. His strokes slowed down, and he blew out a deep breath. I twitched involuntarily when he slipped out of me.
Opening my eyes, I looked up at the ceiling.
I did it again.
I closed my eyes.
“Come get in the shower.” True sounded like he was already by the door. “Jelly.”
My eyes opened, and warm tears trickled down the sides of my face.
“Come on so we can lay down.”
True
I watched Chance as she silently put her clothes back on. When she started putting her Uggs on, I frowned. She slipped her jacket on and put her phone in her pocket. Chance walked past me and towards the back of the house, still quiet. I scratched the top of my head, feeling uneasy.
Chance headed back in my direction with her purse. The blank look in her eyes made me glance at the floor. My eyes then followed her as she walked by me and continued down the hallway. She went in the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Like a puppy, I stood right outside the door.
I listened as water ran in the sink. Wondering what was going through her mind, I tapped my knuckle on the door. The commode flushed. I tapped a few more times.
“Chance…”
“I’m using the bathroom, True.”
I tried to open the door, but it was locked. “Why you trippin’?” She didn’t answer me. “Unlock the door.”
“True, leave me alone please.”
Shaking my head, I stepped back. It seemed like every bitch in my life was programmed to irk me. If Chance was in her feelings because we had fucked, then she was just gon’ have to get over that. Us functioning like we didn’t fuck and her trying to avoid the whole pregnancy conversation was dead.
The banging on my front door was the only reason I didn’t let myself in the bathroom. Making my way toward the front, I adjusted my sweats. I pulled the door open and stared back at Nisha. She crossed her arms and waited for me to unlock the door. I almost didn’t, but I remembered it was cold, raining, and she was pregnant. After popping the locks, I stepped back, and she stormed past me.
“We need to talk.” She dropped her umbrella on the floor.
“Later.”
“No, True. I don’t care that Chance is here. Tell her to get the fuck on ‘cause this is important.”
“Nisha, man…” I drawled, running my hands down my face in aggravation. “Now is not the time, shorty.” Chance was still locked in the bathroom in her feelings. I needed to deal with that first.
“Why does she always come before me?” She didn’t budge. “I’m pregnant!” she screamed.
I yanked her towards me by the front of her jacket. “Shut the fuck up.” I was getting tired of telling Nisha the same shit over and over. “Take yo ass home.” She tried to snatch away from me and I held on tighter. I gave her a stern don’t-fuck-wit’-me and she looked off. Pushing her away from me, I grabbed the door.
“You really putting me out when I’m telling you we need to talk. What if it’s about the baby?”
“It’s not.” I glanced down the hallway.
Nisha bent over and grabbed her umbrella. “You so fuckin’ irri.” She stormed right back out of the house and into the rain. “I wish I wasn’t pregnant!”
“Me too, crazy-ass bitch.” I shut the door and locked it. When I turned around, Chance was staring right back at me.
She chuckled, shaking her head. The disappointment in her eyes made me want to hide under a rock. Tears lingered in them, and that only made me feel worse. “You lied.” She balled her hand into a fist in anger. Chance’s eyebrows furrowed, and she glared at me.
“Jelly…”
To be continued…
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