Obsession

by Treasure Hernandez

  Quick pulled up in front of their apartment and placed the car in park. “Thanks for taking me out tonight. I had a wonderful time. Sorry we had to cut it short though.”

  “You are more than welcome.” Tiffany smiled. “But you owe me dinner,” she said as she slid out the car.

  “Deal.”

  Quick waited until Tiffany was inside the apartment before he pulled off. He didn’t know what Major Pain wanted, but from the sound of his voice, he could tell it was important.

  Quick bobbed his head to music as he cruised down the highway. It didn’t take long for his mind to start wondering on Tiffany. He’d had a wonderful time with the woman tonight, even though the night ended with them having a brawl. He was just starting to realize how much of a good woman she really was. Not to mention, he loved how she had his back during the brawl. He tried his hardest to shake Tiffany from his mind, but that task was easier said than done.

  He pulled up in front of the spot and saw Major Pain sitting on the hood of his car dressed in all black. In his hand was a blunt, and on his face was the look of murder.

  He hopped out his car and gave Major Pain dap. “What’s good, my nigga?”

  “I need you to come take a ride with me,” Major Pain said as he got behind the wheel of his car. Once Quick was in the passenger seat, he pulled off.

  “What happened to your face?” Quick asked, noticing that Major Pain had something heavy on his mind.

  “I bumped into your boy Lucky last night.” Major Pain smirked.

  “What happened?”

  “We ran into each other in the strip club,” Major Pain said, slowing down for the red light. “I saw him, and I popped off. Then out the blue, his man came out of nowhere and snuffed me.” He pulled into the parking lot of the strip club.

  “So what we getting into tonight?” Quick asked, confused, as the two sat in the strip club’s parking lot.

  “You see that big ugly fuck right there?” Major Pain pointed at the bouncer standing by the entrance. “Me and him got a little unfinished business,” he said, replaying the scene from the other night over and over again in his mind. Benny had violated him, and now he had to pay for his actions.

  At the end of the night, Benny walked through the parking lot to his run-down van. He hopped behind the wheel and cruised slowly through the parking lot, following one of the new strippers, who was walking over to the corner to flag down a cab.

  “Hey, beautiful,” he called out. “You need a ride?”

  “Nah, I’m good,” the stripper said politely, not bothering to stop.

  Benny pressed. “You sure? I mean, it won’t be no trouble. It’s late, and you are looking kind of sexy. I wouldn’t want anybody to try and snatch you up. No way I’d be able to forgive myself.”

  “I said I’m good.” The stripper stuck her arm out, trying to flag down a cab.

  Benny sucked his teeth as he recklessly stormed out of the parking lot. “Stuck-up-ass bitches!”

  Benny had been working at the strip club for eight months now and still hadn’t been able to get not one stripper to give him no play. He was tired of masturbating, and paying for pussy. He needed some in-house pussy. He pulled up in front of his building, where he lived in a one-bedroom apartment.

  He stepped out of his van and slipped a cigarette in between his lips before putting fire to the end of it. He turned and hog-spat on the ground before entering his building.

  “Yo, fam, hold that door!” he heard someone yell.

  Benny looked and saw a young man jogging toward the building. He held the door as the man entered the building.

  “Good looking,” Quick said, catching his breath.

  “No problem,” Benny said, and him and the young man walked toward the elevator, where Benny pressed the call button.

  “Excuse me, but if you don’t mind, can you put that cigarette out?” Quick asked politely.

  “Fuck off!” Benny said, waving the young man off. “If you don’t like the smoke, then I suggest you take the fuckin’ stairs, cocksucker.” He sized the man up. He knew if the man was feeling froggy, he wouldn’t have no wins against him, not even on a bad day.

  “Damn! It’s not that serious,” Quick said with a smirk on his face.

  Benny was tired of hearing the man’s mouth. “You say another word and I’m going to give you a serious ass-whipping.”

  When the elevator came, the two men stepped inside and stood on opposite sides. Benny pressed for the fifth floor, and Quick pressed for the six floor.

  The elevator came to a stop on the fifth floor, and Benny stepped off. Before he was fully out of the elevator, he felt the cold barrel of a gun pressed to the back of his head.

  He quickly threw his hands up in surrender. “Chill out, youngblood. I was just fuckin’ with you back there,” he said, fear dripping from his voice.

  “Shut the fuck up!” Quick barked as he dug down in the big man’s pocket and removed his keys. “Which one of these raggedy muthafuckas is yours?”

  Benny nodded, and Quick shoved him in the direction he nodded in.

  He handed Benny the keys. “Open it!”

  Once inside the apartment, Quick made the big man lay face down on the floor. Then he pulled out his phone and made a quick phone call.

  “Youngblood, what’s this all about?” Benny asked nervously.

  A strong kick to the face hushed the big man.

  Minutes later Benny heard another man enter the apartment. He looked up and almost shit on himself.

  “You don’t look too happy to see me.” Major Pain smiled. He removed his hoodie from his head, squatted down in front of the big man, and shook his head. “I would hate to be you right now.”

  “Come on, man. You know I didn’t mean nothing by that shit the other night,” Benny said, pleading for his life. “I was just doing my job.”

  “Of course, you didn’t.” Major Pain flashed a wicked smile as he stood up and screwed a silencer on the barrel of his 9 mm.

  “Please don’t do this,” Benny begged, tears streaming down his face.

  “Stop all that crying!” Major Pain barked as he sent a bullet in the back of Benny’s thigh. “You wasn’t crying when you tossed me down the stairs, was you?” Major Pain turned the big man over on his back.

  Benny was about to say something, but a blow to the head made him lose his train of thought.

  Quick leaned back on the wall and just shook his head as he watched Major Pain stomp the big man repeatedly. He didn’t know what the big man had done, but by the way Major Pain was whipping his ass, he must’ve done something. After stomping the shit out of the big man for almost ten minutes, Major Pain emptied his whole clip in Benny’s face.

  “You done?” Quick asked, looking down at Benny’s lifeless body. He had never seen a man get beat the way Major Pain beat the big man.

  “That muthafucka lucky I got tired.”

  Major Pain was breathing heavily as the two men exited the apartment. Killing Benny had made him feel good inside. Taking a life had never felt so good. Next on his list was Lucky.

  “What you getting yourself into tonight?”

  “Shit,” Quick said. “I’m just gon’ go home and chill.”

  “Fuck. I’ma probably do the same,” Major Pain said, as he dropped Quick off at his car.

  Quick stepped in the crib and saw Tiffany with a towel wrapped around her upper body as she applied lotion to her legs.

  “Damn!” he said to himself as he took in her beauty. “My bad. I didn’t mean to bust in on you like that.”

  “It’s okay,” Tiffany said. “It’s your house.”

  When she saw Quick heading to the back room, she stopped him. “Um, do you mind rubbing some lotion on my back for me?”

  “I think I can handle that.”

  Quick removed his jacket and hung it up before heading over and taking a seat on the air mattress. He watched as Tiffany laid face down on the air mattress, her towel covering her ass, while up top she w
as completely nude. He squeezed some lotion in his hands and began rubbing it on her back.

  “So how was your day?” Tiffany asked, her eyes closed. Quick had magic fingers. It had been so long since the last time she had gotten a massage.

  “It was okay,” he told her. “Just had to take care of a li’l something-something.”

  “Well, I’m just glad you are okay.” Tiffany just loved the way he cared for her, and treated her with nothing but respect, even though they weren’t sleeping with one another.

  “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

  “Well, I know what you do, and sometimes I find myself worrying about you.”

  “You have nothing to worry about.” Quick chuckled. “I’m going to be fine. Thanks for caring though,” he said as he applied more lotion into his hand. Tiffany’s skin was soft like a baby’s.

  Quick had eyes for Tiffany, but he didn’t let her move in just so he could sleep with her. He just genuinely wanted to help her, and that’s why he had pushed up on her.

  “I think I’m starting to like you more than I should,” Tiffany admitted.

  She couldn’t help how she felt about him and was tired of fighting it. She flipped over on her back so she could look at Quick, and she saw his eyes glance down at her breasts then back up to her eyes.

  “I want to be your woman. I want to take care of you, and I want to be all that you need,” she told him. “You are the only man that has ever treated me like a woman and made me feel good about myself like I’m worth something, and I would like to repay you, by you letting me be your girl and allowing me to show you what I have to offer.”

  Quick was at a loss for words. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Tiffany was a beautiful woman who he knew, given the opportunity, would treat him like nothing other than a king.

  “You sure you ready to jump into another relationship, especially after the one you just got out of?” he asked, looking in her eyes. He knew Blake had put her through hell and back, and just wanted to make sure she was sure she was ready for this.

  Tiffany sat up on the air mattress. “Blake ain’t half the man you are, and I just want to love someone who’s going to appreciate everything I have to offer and all I do.”

  She leaned in and kissed Quick’s lips. He tried to pull away, but she pulled him into her and kissed him again. This time Quick kissed her back as his hands made their way to her breasts.

  Tiffany let out a light moan as Quick’s lips found their way to her neck. Immediately she could feel her pussy get moist as the two continued to kiss passionately.

  Quick made his way from Tiffany’s lips, down to her neck, to her breasts, to her belly button, then from her belly button down to her freshly waxed pussy that sat up looking at him. He spread her legs apart as he buried his face in her pussy.

  “Oh my God!” Tiffany moaned as she grabbed the back of Quick’s head as he licked and sucked all over her clitoris. She raised her hips, so Quick’s face could be at a better angle while he pleased her.

  After sucking and licking all over Tiffany’s pussy for twenty minutes, Quick climbed on top of her. Tiffany groaned when she felt him enter her walls. She gripped his back like she would fall to her death if she let go. Quick hadn’t been inside of her for seven full minutes, and she had already come.

  Tiffany wrapped her thick legs around Quick as he slid in and out of her nice and slow. He made sure with each stroke, he made her feel his entire nine inches. Once he had her worked in, he raised her legs back to her shoulders and began to pound her insides. The louder Tiffany moaned, the harder he pounded away, until he couldn’t take it no more.

  Quick pulled out and was getting ready to come on Tiffany’s stomach, but she quickly sat up and placed her mouth on his dick just as he was coming.

  “Mmmmmm!” Quick moaned as Tiffany sucked all the come out of his dick. When she was done, he playfully rolled off the bed breathing heavily. “Damn!”

  Tiffany ran to the garbage and spat. She came back smiling from ear to ear. “That was the best,” she said. She went and got herself something to drink from out the kitchen before returning to Quick’s side, where she curled up in his arms. That night was the first night in a very long time that she went to sleep with a smile on her face.

  “Change of Plans”

  Lucky parked his new Camaro in front of the projects. He tucked his .40-cal. in his waistband as him and Hawk exited the vehicle. The two men strolled through the projects and saw fiends running around all over the place.

  “Damn! We might have to set up shop in this muthafucka,” Hawk said out loud.

  Little did Hawk know, but Lucky was thinking the exact same thing.

  Hawk looked over toward the next building and saw what looked like some wannabes serving the fiends right out in the open.

  Lucky and Hawk ignored the men as they disappeared in the building they were looking for. The two men took the steps until they reached the floor they were looking for.

  When they reached the apartment they were looking for, Lucky looked both ways before knocking on the door.

  Twenty seconds later, the door swung open, and Kat stood on the other side. “Glad you could make on such short notice,” she said, stepping to the side so the two men could enter.

  “What you call me down here for?” Lucky asked once he stepped in the living room. He saw a man sitting over on the couch with a pair of leather gloves on his hand. “And who the fuck is he?” he asked, looking over at the man sitting over on the couch.

  “Oh, that’s just my cousin Tommy,” Kat told him as everyone sat down.

  “I ain’t got all day,” Lucky said. “So what’s up?” Just from the look on Kat’s face, he could tell she had some grimy shit up her sleeve, and was more than likely ready to double-cross somebody.

  “You wanna make some money?” Kat asked him, knowing she couldn’t just come straight out and tell him what she wanted to.

  “What did you have in mind?” Lucky asked, keeping a close eye on Tommy. Something about the man wearing the black gloves didn’t sit right with him.

  “I want to rob Quick,” Kat began. “But I need your help finding him.”

  Lucky chuckled. “You called me down here ’cause you want to rob Quick, and you want me to help you?”

  “All I need you to do is tell me where I can find him at,” Kat said.

  “And why the fuck would I do that?”

  “Because whatever we got from that cocksucker, we going to kick out forty percent to you,” Tommy Gunz said, speaking for the first time. “All I need you to do is lead me in the right direction.”

  “That muthafucka put his hands on me and now he got to pay,” Kat added.

  Lucky didn’t want to sic the wolves on Quick, because the two used to be the best of friends, but since he was with Hawk, it wouldn’t look right if he protected him right now. That was still his friend, but they played for different teams in this game with no rules.

  “The reason I came to you was because I heard you shot his bitch, so I figured why not split the money with you,” Kat said. “I’m pretty sure if you two ain’t speaking no more, it’s because he probably fucked you over like he did me.”

  “When the last time you spoke to that clown?” Hawk asked.

  “I haven’t spoke to that nigga in about seven to eight months,” Lucky said, thinking back. But he knew the real reason why Quick refused to take his calls. Lucky had killed his woman. Of course, it had been by mistake, but by the way Quick was acting and shutting him out, he apparently didn’t think it was a mistake. He must’ve thought that Lucky was sent there to kill her in retaliation for the shooting that went down at the mansion.

  “Plus,” Kat added, “I heard Quick fuckin’ with Turf now, so I know he’s holding.”

  “So, in or what?” Tommy Gunz asked, his patience running thin.

  Lucky thought on it for a second before he replied, “I’m in, and I want my cut.”

  “You know I got you, Lucky,” Kat sai
d, a huge smile on her face.

  “I don’t know where he rest his head, but what I do know is, he messing with a waitress that works in IHOP named Tiffany,” Lucky said, and him and Hawk stood to their feet and headed for the door.

  Tommy Gunz stopped the two men before they could leave. “Thanks. I appreciate that,” he said, and he shook the two men’s hands.

  “Thanks, my ass,” Lucky said, looking Tommy Gunz up and down. “Just make sure you have my forty percent,” he said as him and Hawk made their exit.

  Once the two men left, Kat and Tommy Gunz gave each other a high-five. Lucky gave them all the information they needed to come up. Now all they had to do was come up with a good plan and execute it.

  Lucky and Hawk stepped out the building and faced the cold chill that awaited them. As Lucky walked, he thought about Quick. He felt about the info he had just given up. He could tell that the man that called himself Tommy Gunz took what he did seriously, and the hungry look in his eyes told Lucky that he really needed the money.

  As Lucky and Hawk exited the building, they saw a couple walking down the walkway, coming toward the building.

  When Lucky passed the couple, he craned his neck to get a good look at the woman’s ass. “Damn!” he said loudly. “She holding!”

  Immediately the woman’s man stopped dead in his tracks. “What?” he said, removing his coat.

  The woman tried to hold her man back, but it was too late. Lucky had already swung on the man.

  The blow caught the man on his temple, causing him to stumble. Before he could catch his balance, Hawk finished him off with a wild haymaker. The man’s head hit the concrete and bounced twice like a basketball.

  The man’s girlfriend screamed as she started swinging wildly on Hawk, who swiftly ducked down, scooped her legs from up under her, and dumped her on her head.

  Ralph stepped out the building and saw a few of his workers posted up in front of the building getting it in. Ever since he had put the new product in the hood, his profit had skyrocketed. Ralph went through hell to take over the projects, and now all his hard work was finally paying off.