by Silk White
“I love you,” Shekia whispered with her eyes closed. Since moving out to Miami with Scarface, her life had did a complete 360 and changed for the better. It was as if Scarface was sent down from Heaven and made and created just for her. She had never been this happy in her entire life and she refused to let anyone or anything come in between her and Scarface’s happiness.
“I love you too baby,” Scarface told her as the sound of the door bell ringing echoed throughout the house. Seconds later Scarface’s butler announced his arrival and waited for Scarface’s command before entering the den.
“Mr. Scarface,” the butler said with a head nod. “You have a visitor here to see you.”
Scarface sat up moving at a turtles pace. “I’ll be right back baby.” He kissed Shekia on the lips and then followed his butler out of the den.
Shekia lay awkwardly on the couch looking stank. Her hair was a mess and not to mention the clothes that she had on now fitted loosely on her after Scarface had roughly stretched out the outfit she wore when the two were getting their freak on. Thoughts of her mother crossed her mind often. Shekia hadn’t spoken to her mother since she decided to just up and move to Miami with this mystery man as her mother called him. Ms. Pat might have been a little bugged out, but at the end of the day she was still Shekia’s mother.
Shekia made a mental note to call her mother sometime in the near future as she got up and decided to go investigate and see what was taking her man so long to make his way back to the den. She walked through the big mansion with a smile on her face. The sexual episode her and Scarface had just finished had Shekia feeling like she was walking on clouds. Her smile quickly turned upside down when she spotted Scarface in what looked to be a heated conversation with a woman with a body of a stripper and a face that belonged to a cute hood chick.
“Is everything alright, baby?” Shekia asked interrupting Scarface and his lady friend’s conversation.
The chick that stood before Scarface turned and looked at Shekia like she was insane. “Bitch don’t you see grown folks talking. I know your mother taught you better than that,” she said snidely. Her tone showed no respect. She then turned her attention back on Scarface and shook her head. “These the type of bitches you fucking with now Marcus?” She made sure she used Scarface’s real name so Shekia would know that Scarface and her went way back.
“Mya,” Scarface sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Don’t come up in here disrespecting my company, that’s number one. Number two, what do you want?”
“We need to talk,” Mya said placing her hands on her hips. “I know I fucked up Marcus, but I was going through a lot at the time and now I’m here to right my wrongs.”
“You had sex with another man, left me and moved to Atlanta with him, and now a year later you pop up at my door talking about you ready to right your wrongs.” Scarface had a disgusting look on his face. Mya had played him for a fool and on the inside Scarface had yet to get over what she had done to him. “If you think you can right that wrong, then you’re crazy!”
“How many times have I forgiven you Marcus? Huh.” Mya shouted. The question had caused Scarface’s eyes to divert to the floor. He knew he had done his fair share of dirt, but in his eyes he felt that if he cheated he should be forgiven. But if Mya cheated then that was the end of their relationship. The chicks he may have cheated on Mya with were nothing but a fuck. He didn’t care about them, nor did he love them, so in his eyes those chicks were just something to do when it was nothing to do.
“You’re no angel Marcus! You’ve cheated on me and I forgave you,” Mya said.
“Yeah, but I didn’t cheat on you and move to a whole other state with the woman I cheated on you with either,” he pointed out. “You are trifling.”
“Marcus how could you…” Mya began, then stopped, turned, and caught Shekia looking dead in her mouth. “Damn bitch! Why is you all in my mouth,” she barked and then turned back to Scarface. “Marcus you better get this bitch away from me before I get ignorant up in here.”
“Too late,” Shekia said in a tone barely above a whisper.
“Don’t come up in here talking to my company like that,” Scarface growled. “Respect my motherfucking house before you get the shit slapped out of you!”
Once he said that, Mya’s entire attitude changed immediately knowing that he would make good on the threat. “Calm down Marcus.”
“Ain’t no calm down,” Scarface huffed. “Get up out my shit!”
“Hmmp!” Mya huffed. “Nigga you must got me fucked up… I ain’t going nowhere. You better tell that bitch to leave.” She nodded towards Shekia.
Scarface’s hand shot out in a blur and smacked the shit out of Mya. Then he grabbed her by her hair and shirt and fought and struggled to throw Mya out the house.
Shekia stood on the side line and watched the ratchetness take place right before her eyes. A day that had started out good had now turned into a disaster.
After a long tussle, Scarface had finally tossed Mya out of the house and closed and locked the front door. Then he turned and looked at Shekia as Mya beat and kicked at the front door. Curse word after curse word could be heard coming from the other side of the door.
Scarface walked over to Shekia breathing heavily. “Sorry about that baby.” He went to kiss Shekia on the lips, but she quickly jerked her head back out of range. “What?” Scarface asked with a confused look on his face.
“So I’m just company now?” Shekia asked with much attitude.
“Come on Ma, don’t do that.”
“I think it might be best if I go back to New York for a while,” Shekia suggested. Just when she was beginning to think that Scarface was different, a ratchet chick showed up at his front door disrespecting her.
“Why you acting like that?” Scarface pressed.
“I ain’t acting like nothing,” Shekia snapped. “One minute you love me so much and I’m your Queen, then as soon as another woman pops up on the scene, I turn into company.” She chuckled as her eyes blinked repeatedly trying not to let any tears escape.
“You know I ain’t mean it like that…”
“But that’s how you said it,” Shekia cut him off. By now the tears were flowing like a river. She tried to storm off to their bedroom to grab a few of her things, but Scarface aggressively grabbed her wrist, abruptly stopping her momentum.
“Wait baby… Don’t do this…”
Shekia looked at Scarface and then back down at her wrist that was in his grasp. “Take your hands off me… Now!” she growled before snatching her wrist free. Scarface had let Mya come into their home and disrespect her and Shekia wasn’t feeling that. It was already bad enough that she was in a city that she knew nothing about, but to be disrespected on top of that was something that was unacceptable to Shekia.
“Can we talk about this? Please?” Scarface pleaded with his hands in a praying position.
“Ain’t nothing to talk about,” Shekia barked and then stormed off upstairs. She didn’t really want to leave Scarface, but foolish pride played a big part in her decision. In all reality Scarface was the best thing that had ever happened to Shekia, but the fear of him breaking her heart is what had Shekia thinking the worst. At the end of the day she had to protect her heart.
Shekia hit the light switch in her walk in closet and stepped in. Her closet was full of all of the latest designer name brand garments. “I feel so stupid right now,” Shekia whispered to herself. She bent down and picked up the Louis Vuitton duffle bag when she felt a pair of hands gently wrap around her waist. Before she could protest a soft pair of lips slowly sucked and kissed on the nape of her neck.
“I’m sorry Mami,” Scarface whispered in between wet kisses. “Please don’t leave me… I’ll do anything if you stay… And I mean… Anything,” he said making sure he dragged out the end of his sentence letting her know he meant exactly what he said.
“No Scarface… Stop,” Shekia whispered with her eyes closed. Instantly wetness
formed in between her legs from her man’s touch. “Stop baby; please.”
“I’m sorry Kia…” Scarface slipped his hands in the front of Shekia’s shorts and fondled her clit from behind while whispering in her ear. “What can I do to make you forgive me?”
“No Scarface, you’ve been a bad boy,” she panted and moaned as her hips slowly began to gyrate on their own.
“What can I do to make this better?” Scarface growled moving from Shekia’s neck up to her earlobe.
“Eat this pussy,” Shekia moaned. She could no longer control the fire that was growing in between her legs. “Eat this pussy,” she repeated with more energy this time.
“That’s what you want… Huh?” Scarface growled as he sped up his fingers forcing Shekia to cream in his hands.
“Yes baby, please”
“Are you begging me?”
“Yes baby, please eat this pussy. Please I want to cum in your mouth so bad baby. Please…,” Shekia moaned. “I’m begging you, please…I need you.”
Scarface quickly bent Shekia over in the closet and removed her soaking wet shorts and slapped her ass. A moan escaped Shekia’s lips as her ass jiggled from the slap.
“Spread your legs and grab your ankles!” Scarface demanded with authority. The tone he used with Shekia alone had her willing and ready to do any and everything he pleased.
Shekia stood wide legged and slowly bent over giving her man a show until she grabbed both of her ankles. Scarface melted down to his knees directly behind Shekia so he was face to face with her wet slightly hairy vagina. Scarface grabbed both of Shekia’s ass cheeks, spread them apart, and stuck his tongue places a tongue wasn’t supposed to go. He made sure he licked every inch of Shekia’s peach, moving his tongue up and down quickly like he was half man and half rattle snake. Immediately Shekia’s clit became swollen, her legs tensed, and her breathing did the same.
“Oh my God,” Shekia gasped. She couldn’t take it no more. Scarface had forced her to cum for him again. Out of desperation Shekia tried to move away from Scarface. Her clit was swollen and extremely sensitive, but Scarface could care less about her crying. He gripped Shekia’s thighs locking her in place and sexually tortured her for trying to leave him. Scarface moved his tongue so fast that it felt like a vibrator instead of a tongue. Shekia arched her back and came a long drawn out orgasm. Scarface paused for a second or two making Shekia think that he was done. He waited for her body to relax a bit before he spread both of her ass cheeks apart and began eating her ass out.
“Oh my fucking God!!!” Shekia purred loudly. Greedy sounds came from her, sounds so primal that they scared her.
Twenty minutes later Shekia was curled up in the bed sleeping like a baby. Scarface had fucked and sucked her the way she needed to be fucked and sucked and made her cum like she had never come before. Whatever he did, the ending result was Shekia wasn’t leaving; point blank period!
Scarface sat on the comfortable sofa that resided in their bedroom and watched Shekia sleep as he slowly sipped from his glass of Vodka and Cranberry juice. He knew that he hadn’t heard the last of Mya and he would have to figure something out before she found a way to ruin him and Shekia’s relationship. Scarface’s cell phone buzzing snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked down and read the text that he had just received from his sister Vicky.
“Hey Scarface, thanks again for the money and the opportunity to put my acting skills to the test. I promise I won’t let you down. I’ll have that Bone guy wrapped around my finger in no time… WINK!”
Scarface smiled at the text message and then slid in the bed and joined Shekia.
Chapter 13
Capo entered the gym with Stacks and Hulk close on his heels. Several other guys who were affiliated with the Blood organization flanked behind the trio. Tonight was the start of the jails basketball tournament. Members from each dorm would play against inmates from other dorms. The teams would compete for a month and a half until there were only two teams remaining. The basketball tournament brought out each and every inmate. The entire gym was filled with inmates. There were several correctional officers lurking around the gym and others posted up. Their job was to keep the inmates in line and under control while the game was being played, but there were way too many inmates for the correctional officers to keep an eye on each and every one of them.
Capo, Stacks, and Hulk moved throughout the bleachers and took their seats amongst their peers. Other inmates may have showed up to the gym to watch the basketball game, but not Capo. Capo was in the gym hoping to lay his eyes on Cash. The way Cash had humiliated Capo when he robbed him at the pool party was something that Capo wouldn’t be able to let go, especially when the two men were locked up in the same jail.
The two men were bound to bump into one another sooner or later. Jail was a small place and word traveled fast behind the walls so Capo knew that more than likely word had already gotten back to Cash. The message was an unavoidable one. It was on site with them two and Capo was more than ready.
“This fuck nigga probably ain’t even gone come out tonight,” Stacks commented. He lived for action and drama. Every situation that presented itself, Stacks put himself dead smack in the middle no matter if it didn’t even have anything to do with him. That’s just how Stacks was.
“Fuck it! If he don’t come out, then I’mma bring it to that nigga Wayne,” Capo shrugged like it was no big deal.
Right on cue, Cash entered the gym with Wayne by his side. Immediately Capo could tell that Cash had been getting his weight up. He remembered Cash being slimmer than he was now, but none of that mattered to him. All that mattered was there was nowhere for Cash to run, if he planned on running at all.
“Ain’t that, that clown right there?” Hulk nodded in the direction of the two men entering the gym.
Capo nodded. “Yeah that’s him.” His palms instantly began to get moist as his adrenaline began to pump. Capo had been waiting for this day for so long that at this very moment it barely felt real.
“Fuck that! We bout to mob on these niggaz,” Stacks huffed. He quickly turned to one of his flunkies and spoke. “Yo, go over there and tell that nigga Cash that Capo said to play the bathroom.”
Capo, Stacks, and Hulk watched as the flunky got up and went to deliver the message.
* * * *
Cash and Wayne walked up the bleacher steps and found a seat in the middle of the aisle. Word had gotten back to Cash that Capo had just pulled up in the jail and was looking for him. After the way he had humiliated Capo, he knew that there was no way around the inevitable.
Cash was not the least bit worried. If it was one thing he knew how to do, it was fight. If all Capo wanted to do was fight, then he liked his chances, but he had to be real with himself. This was jail and it was no such thing as a fair fight anymore. Those days were long gone.
“Be on point,” Wayne whispered over in Cash’s ear. His eyes bounced from face to face looking for any signs of trouble. Wayne was from the old school and knew that this was the best time for shit to pop off. Besides Capo had already spread the word that when him and Cash bumped into each other, somebody was going to get knocked out. “You know Capo be with them fake ass Blood niggaz.”
“I ain’t worried about them,” Cash said brushing it off.
“Well you should be,” Wayne told him. “Them niggaz is like a million deep.”
“Why you so worried about me for?” Cash asked. He didn’t really trust Wayne, but he kept him close by because the man had a lot of connections that may come in handy one day in the near future.
“I feel like this is all my fault,” Wayne explained. “If I had never hired you to rob Capo, you wouldn’t be in the middle of this foolishness and your partner Dough Boy would still be alive right now. I’m just saying…”
“Dough Boy wasn’t my partner,” Cash cut Wayne off. “He was family and if I didn’t get locked up, he’d still be alive right now.” That was another reason the beef between Cash and Capo cou
ldn’t be squashed or deaded. Too much had happened for them to turn back now. The gloves were off and no punches were going to be held back.
“All I’m saying is that I feel like this is all my fault.”
“Ain’t nothing all your fault,” Cash said quickly. “This the life we live. We both knew the rules to the game before we decided to play so it makes no sense to cry now.” Cash was a street nigga to the fullest and beef was one of those things that when it came, you handled it and kept it moving. He wasn’t a trouble maker, but he was a problem solver. “Besides this…”
A man that Cash and Wayne recognized as one of the Homies (Bloods) strolled up and interrupted the two’s conversation. “Yo homeboy check this the fuck out,” he spat looking at Cash. “Capo said to meet him in the bathroom in five minutes and don’t blow it up either nigga.”
“Fuck is you; the message boy?” Cash countered. “Matter fact, get out my face before I knock you the fuck out.”
“What!?” The messenger spat looking like he was ready to get it popping right there on the bleachers.
“You heard what the fuck he said!” Wayne barked. “If you want, you can play the bathroom too.”
The messenger nodded his head up and down as he made a beeline straight for the bathroom.
Once the basketball game started and everyone’s attention was focused on what was going on, on the court; Cash noticed Capo and two other men get up and smoothly and discreetly make their way to the bathroom.
Right at that moment Cash knew it was on and it wasn’t no turning back. He slowly stood up from his seat. Before he got a chance to take one step, he felt Wayne grab his wrist.
“I’m coming with you,” Wayne said.
“I’m good,” Cash protested weakly. “I can handle this on my own.”
Wayne shot Cash a disbelieving look. “Like I said, I’mma come with you.” He looked over at two men who he rolled with and jerked his head signaling for them to follow him. The four men crept down from the bleachers and cautiously entered the death trap better known as the bathroom.
