“This shit ain’t over,” he swears. “You can believe that shit.”
“It never is,” I tell him.The war in the streets will continue on long after all our asses are dead and gone.
Brika tugs the dead nigga off the pile of money so she can finish filling the bags with the bloody Benjamins.
“It’s been a pleasure,” Trigger says, clearly with a double meaning.
They share a look—and I can’t tell whether he wants to kill her or fuck her. If it’s the latter, I might pull up a chair and watch.
“Let’s go!”
Brika throws the bag over her shoulder and races to join me at the door.
Trigger starts to creep around Bishop with her gun still trained on him. She only manages three steps before his anger gets the best of him and he lunges for her.
“You fuckin’ bitch!”
When he moves, the other niggas jump into action and then everyone starts shooting.
24
Qiana
POP! POP! POP!
Belatedly, I register the pops of gunfire. But by that time, Diesel is out of his seat, gat in hand and tackling me.
“Get down!”
People scream and rush the exit.
I reach for my dropped clutch bag because my piece is in the bitch, but the minute I do, several red-bottom heels stab my hand for the effort. “Shiiit.”
Diesel snatches my shit up and then drags me along with the herd. Ain’t nobody stopping to see why or which niggas are shooting. We’re tryna get the fuck out. It isn’t until after I’ve been rushed into an iced-out Range Rover that I even think about Lil Bit and Adaryl’s asses. “Yo, what about my girls?”
“It’s every nigga for theyselves,” Diesel says, peeling his whip out of the parking lot. Another smile hits his lips after he corners the next street. “Don’t worry, Scar. I ain’t gonna rape you.”
I look him up and down and then return his smile. “I ain’t the one that needs to be concerned about being raped.”
He laughs. “You talk a lot of shit for a little girl,” Diesel says, shaking his head.
“Who the fuck you calling a little girl?” I challenge, biting my lower lip and easing my way across the center console. “Trust me. I’m more woman than you can handle.” I rub my titties against his muscled arm to try to get him to forget any possible statutory rape charges, but my shit backfires and I end up getting myself horny as hell.
Diesel flashes his crooked grin. “Everything ain’t a game. Everyone you meet ain’t meant to be played.”
My hackles rise at his playful warning. I ease back a bit and glance around his whip. His shit is tight to def. I peep his outfit again and calculate shit in my head. “What is it that you said that you did again?”
“Why? Are you wired?”
I relax again. “I don’t know. Why don’t you frisk me and find out?”
His green eyes caress my frame, but then linger on the cosmetic bandages on my face. He still doesn’t look repulsed by it. If anything there’s a flicker of desire.
“Take those off.”
I could play dumb, but what’s the point? I reach up and remove the strips, keeping my eyes locked on him the entire time. When they’re off, Diesel’s lips inch higher. “Nice.”
He cups my chin and pulls me closer for a kiss. My mind is blown.
Diesel sneaks a look at the road and brings the car to a stop as he approaches a light. “Sit in my lap.”
The order surprises me, but he doesn’t have to ask my ass twice. I hike up my skirt and climb over, my knees folded on either side of his hips. When I settle over his cock, a thrill sweeps throughout my body at the sheer size of him bumping against my wet panties.
“You think that you can handle all of that, lil girl?”
Oh shit. This nigga is going to turn my shit into a crime scene. Instead of being scared, I get hotter than ever. I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth and nod.
A horn blares behind us.
The light is green. Diesel eases off the brake and drives through the intersection. “All right, Scarface. I’m putting you on. Show me what you can do.”
Confused, I blink like a deer caught in headlights.
He hikes up a brow as if asking what I’m waiting for.
I feel the car drift off to the right and peek over my shoulder to see that he’s turning on the highway.
“What’s wrong? You scared?” he asks.
A challenge. Embracing the danger, I reach in between our bodies and unzip his jeans. When I wrap my hand around his cock, my heart trips up in my chest and the muscles in my belly quiver.
“And what are you going to do with that, hmm?”
“I’m gonna ride it,” I answer.
“Is that right?”
Diesel’s baritone grows husky as I slide my hands up and down his dick. I can’t stop because his shit feels like velvet.
“Well, don’t talk about it, be about it.” He sneaks a quick peek over my shoulder at the road but then returns his attention to me.
A thrill-seeker. The challenge has been made and it’s now up to me whether I’m going to be down. My gaze sweeps over his fine ass once more and a sense of recklessness washes over me. “Watch the road,” I tell him, pushing up on my knees and reaching back in between my legs to push my damp panties to the side.
“Don’t worry. I got this.You just do you, ma.”
I don’t know what it is about him, but I grow bolder by the second. I want to please him in the worst way. I want to prove that age ain’t nothing but a number and I’m down for anything. My limited experience in car play involves giving a soldier a blowjob while he coasted down the highway and one backseat quickie in the parking lot of the Horseshoe Casino. This shit here is on a whole ’nother level.
I ease my shaved pussy down over the fat head of his cock and suck in a sharp breath as my shit stretches open to accommodate his hard, silky pole.
“Fuuuuck,” Diesel exhales in a low, winding hiss.
The vehicle picks up speed.
Another injection of adrenaline rushes through me as Diesel’s dick fills me from wall to wall. By the time I make it to his balls, I’m convinced I’m stretched to capacity.
“Damn, girl. You’re gangster.” He slaps me on the ass. “Fuck me.”
“You mean like this?” I ask, grabbing the headrest behind his head and getting my deep grind on.
His sly smile grows devious. “That’s it, Scarface. Work that shit.”
The vehicle speeds up again.
A car horn blares and I look to my right and see a group of niggas laughing and pointing. One muthafucka whips out his cell phone and starts filming our asses. I smile back and then reach down and get my titties to bounce in Diesel’s face.
“Put one in my mouth,” he orders.
I comply and experience another thrill when instead of sucking, this nigga bites and chews on my hard nipples. It doesn’t take long for a familiar sensation to flutter in my belly.
Diesel growls.
More horns blare as more cars peep us out. For the moment, I’m the hottest porno star on the planet and I want to make sure that I give them all something that they’ll never forget.
I grind harder.
Diesel growls louder.
The vehicle flies faster.
The very thought that our asses could die at any moment is like a wild aphrodisiac that gets me higher than any drug I’ve ever tried. My nut launches up from my toes. I plant my hands up on the ceiling. Our gazes lock. I don’t care if he can’t see shit. I want his attention on what our bodies are doing—feeling. I want us to be on the same vibe. He’s here with me. I know it. I can feel it. In one nuclear orgasmic explosion, I cry out and then shatter into a million pieces. My white honey gushes like a geyser over his dick. In response to my quivering honeyed walls, Diesel’s growl turns into a roar as he splashes his hot seed deep in my belly.
I collapse and rest my head on the crook of his neck.
Diesel
glances over my shoulder at the road. “Oh shiiiit.” He wraps his arm around me and hits the brakes. His tires scream in protest and the unmistakable smell of burning rubber fills the vehicle. When I think I’m about to go sailing through the window, Diesel pops off the brake and swerves into the left lane, causing another series of horns to blare. To my right, I see the eighteen-wheeler we float by and realize how dangerously close we came to crashing into that muthafucka.
Now that the moment of danger has passed, I can still feel Diesel’s heart thrumming in his neck. I don’t know why, but I laugh.
He shakes his head. “You’re a bad bitch,” he says, sounding impressed. “You really ain’t scared of a muthafuckin’ thing, are you?”
“Not when a sweet dick like yours is at stake.” I suck on his neck while he slaps me on the ass again.
“Scar knows how to work a muthafuckin’ dick.” His laughter rumbles deeper than the joke warrants and I get suspicious. “What’s so funny?”
“Honestly? I didn’t think your ass would really do it. What the hell were you thinking? We could’ve been killed.”
“What?” I jerk my head up, blocking his view of the road again.
“I ain’t never done no sick shit like that before.You’re wild lil girl.”
Shocked, I shift off his lap and plop back into the passenger seat. “I ain’t a lil girl.”
“Well, you don’t fuck like no lil girl, I’ll give you that,” he says, tucking his wet dick back into his pants. “Do you always do what people tell you to do?”
I blink. Is this muthafucka trying to do a Jedi mind trick on me? I’m tryna decide if I should be embarrassed or pissed.
Suddenly, another smile breaks out across his face. “Own your shit. I asked you to fuck me and you wanted to fuck me—and well, too.” He stretches his hand out and sinks his fingers into my pussy. “Now how about I take you over to my crib so I can return the favor?”
Hell. I hadn’t even asked him where we are going—or if he had a destination in mind. Either way, my brief annoyance is already ebbing away with his finger pumping in and out of my pussy.
“Would you like that, Scaface?”
Funny.That name is growing on me. “Mmmm.” I ease back against the door and spread my legs so that he has better access. I watch as his green eyes light up while he finger-fucks me.
“You’re a nasty bitch. Look at you.You want to be grown. Your nigga Diesel is gonna make a real woman out of you tonight.”
I moan and squeeze my titties. In no time at all, I’m popping off another orgasm. Yeah. I’ll roll with this muthafucka anywhere.
25
LeShelle
Despite drifting on a cocktail of drugs in the middle of the night, a bitch can’t get any sleep in this hospital. I’m grateful for the drugs because after a month of physical therapy, I constantly ache everywhere. Every hour on the hour, a nurse floats into my room to prick my hands and arms for more blood. I’ve gotten so used to it that I don’t even flinch when the door swishes open.
“LeShelle.”
Confused, I battle to open my heavy eyelids. I get about half an inch, but then have a hard time making out the fuzzy image in front of me.
“Hey, bitch. Wake your ass up.”
“Kookie?”
“The one and only.” Kookie cocks a smile. “Your vacation is over. We’re busting your ass out of here.”
“Music to my ears.” I roll my head around. “What about the guard?”
“You mean that muthafucka over there?” Kookie steps back so that I can see the tall cop slumped over on the floor with a huge hypodermic needle jammed into the side of his neck. “Nigga never saw what hit him.”
“Cop killer?”
“Nah. He’s just knocked out,” Kookie says.
“We got to hurry and get her out of here,” a voice says.
Groggily, I roll my head to the other side to spot the silent nurse from earlier.
“Maureen is going to be back soon.”
Kookie rolls her eyes and dismisses the girl. “Girl, ain’t nobody stuttin’ your boss.” She produces a key and unlocks the handcuffs.
“Where’s Python?” I ask. “I thought he was comin’ to get me. A month ago”
“Don’t worry.You’ll see him in a few.”
“What—so just you?”
Kookie removes the bracelet from my wrist and then lowers the guardrail while the nurse rushes around the bed with a wheelchair.
“C’mon. C’mon. C’mon,” the nurse chants. She looks and sounds about as scared as a deer running in front of a den of lions.
Kookie brushes my legs over the side of the bed and then leans over to help me sit up. “Can you stand?”
What kind of fuckin’ question is that shit? I shove myself off the bed, but one second I’m up, and in the next, my ass drops like a stone.
“Whoa.” Kookie and the nurse catch me before I eat linoleum. “That first step is always a bitch.”
I try harder to shake off the drugs.
“Push yourself up,” the nurse coaches. “Yeah. There you go.”
Back on my feet, I sigh in relief. Kookie rolls a wheelchair up to the bed and together they help put my legs in the metal footrests.
“All right. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
“We out this bitch.” Kookie grabs the handlebars and we take off.
The nurse pokes her head out of the door first and then waves for us to hurry and come on out.
The intensive care unit looks like an abandoned graveyard. There’s not a soul in sight.
“This shit don’t look right,” Kookie mumbles.
At least we agree on something.
We take off like a bat out of hell toward the elevator bay. I have to admit that I’m still stunned at this low-key operation. After Python’s note, I’d envisioned him blazing through this muthafucka like the Terminator to rescue me. He did that much when he thought Mason’s ass was walled up in the hospital.
Kookie jabs the down button about a dozen times in quick succession.
“Is Python waiting out in the car?” I ask.
“Huh? What?” Kookie jabs the button twelve more times. “Goddamn. What’s takin’ this muthafucka so long?”
Something’s not right. I shake my head to clear the drug fog. The elevator doors slide open.
Kookie grabs the handlebars again and we sprint into the small compartment and nearly take out the woman that’s about to step out.
“Hey. Look where you’re going.”
“Fuck you, bitch,” Kookie snaps.
“What?”The woman slaps out her hand and stops the elevator’s doors from closing.
I jerk my head up, and my drugged gaze meets Nurse Maureen’s angry one.
“Where in the hell do you think you’re taking this patient ?” She glances around. “And where is her police detail?”
“Shit.” Kookie fumbles at her waist for her gat. “I’m her security detail.”
Nurse Maureen gasps and removes her hand from the door. When I think that she’s about to rip out a scream, that silent-as-a-mouse nurse creeps up behind her and jabs another big-ass needle in her neck. The woman’s eyes roll up and she hits the floor and cracks her head.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” The little girl hops around like she can’t believe what she just did.
Kookie hands me the gun and then rushes to try and move Nurse Maureen’s feet from keeping the door open.
I tuck the gun in the side of the wheelchair and hope that she forgets about it.
The panicked nurse presses her hands up against Maureen’s neck. “Oh my God. She’s dead. I’m really going to get fired now.”
“Fuck that bitch. Help me move her legs,” Kookie barks.
“Who in the hell planned this shit—Bozo?”
“I got this shit,” Kookie grumbles, kicking the dead woman’s feet. “Fiona, help.”
Fiona snaps out of her self-pity and hustles to move Nurse Maureen. “I’m coming with you,” she ann
ounces and hops onto the elevator with us.When the doors close, we all look at each other—relieved for getting off the floor. Kookie and Fiona are huffing and puffing like they’re in a 100-yard dash.
“I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do now,” Fiona mumbles while eating her nails. “My momma got me this job.”
“Shut the fuck up, Fiona,” Kookie snaps.
The elevator doors slide open and my girl Pit Bull is standing there, looking mean as ever. “Well, it’s about muthafuckin’ time,” she growls. “What the hell were y’all doin’ up there?” Her gaze falls on me. “Yo, bitch. Welcome back.”
“I stay ten toes down and ready for the world to blow up.” I smile. I’m feeling a little more loved.
“That’s my bitch.” Pit Bull tosses up our gang signs as Kookie rolls me out the elevator.
“We good?” Kookie asks, peeking around the corner.
“All good in the hood.”
“I wish I can say the same shit. Fiona took one bitch out that was givin’ us trouble. We gotta roll.”
Pit Bull glances at Fiona. “You’re shittin’ me.”
“I’m going with y’all,” Fiona’s scary ass says.
We corner one hallway and see the hospital entrance’s glass double doors. But then I’m sucked into a horror movie as Captain Johnson marches into the hospital.
I go for the Glock tucked at my side.
“FUCK,” Pit Bull cosigns, grabbing her shit like a gunslinger.
“HOLY SHIT,” Kookie says and makes a sharp left that nearly tips me out of my seat.
“Ohmigod,” Fiona squeals, struggling to keep up.
“Shut up,” Pit Bull barks at a full run.
Fiona either doesn’t hear her or is unable to shut off her mouth. “Did he see us? Do you think he saw us? What is he doing here?”
“Fuck, Fiona. I can’t even hear myself think,” Kookie snaps.
“This fuckin’ escape plan is so fuckin’ booty,” I complain.
“If you don’t like it, we can always take your ass back upstairs,” Pit Bull tosses out as we hustle for our lives down yet another hallway.
I roll my eyes, expecting bullets to start flying behind us at any second.
Pit Bull pulls out her cell. “Ayo, Avonte. Change of plans. Superpig is in the building. Meet our ass out back.”
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