Minutes later, Mr. Richardson appeared from the back. “Yes. Can I help you?” he asked, immediately recognizing Blake.
“Yes. Tiffany, where is she?”
“She doesn’t work here anymore.”
“Do you know where she work at now?”
“No, I don’t,” Mr. Richardson said. “And if I did, I still wouldn’t tell you anyway. Tiffany is a good girl. Why don’t you just let her be?”
“Mind your muthafuckin’ business . . . before you get hurt.” Blake walked out the restaurant madder than he was when he had first entered.
“In Case You Ain’t Know So”
Quick lay across the king-sized bed in his boxers and a wifebeater watching Monday Night Football. On his mind was the incident that went down the other night with Lucky. He could’ve shot him but missed on purpose. He knew Lucky deserved to die, but he just couldn’t do it himself. He didn’t have a problem when it came to putting in work, but when it came to putting in work on the person he grew up with, the same person he called his brother, that was a different story.
Tiffany stepped out the bathroom and cleared her throat, interrupting Quick’s thoughts. When Quick looked over, he saw her standing in the doorway of the bathroom wearing nothing but a red thong and a pair of red three-and-a-half-inch pumps.
“Have you been a good boy?” Tiffany purred. She turned the lights down and grabbed the remote to the stereo and cut on some music. Stevie Wonder’s “These Three Words” hummed softly from the speakers as she walked over toward the bed.
Quick tried to get up, but Tiffany pushed him back down on the bed and snatched his boxers off. Before he could even say another word, Tiffany took him into her mouth.
“Shit!” Quick groaned as he sat back and watched his woman go to work on him.
Tiffany used extra saliva to lubricate Quick’s dick while she sucked on it just how he liked it, the whole time looking up at him and bobbing her head a hundred miles an hour and moaning loudly the whole time.
When Quick felt himself getting ready to come, he hopped up and pushed Tiffany off him. “Get ya ass up here on this bed,” he demanded, and he watched her crawl on the bed on all fours. He slid Tiffany’s thong to the side, spread her ass cheeks apart, and dove in face-first.
Tiffany moaned loudly as she buried her face in a pillow and gripped the satin sheets, as Quick forced her to come for him. He licked and sucked all over her pussy and clit like he needed her come to live. Tiffany kept grinding her ass farther back in Quick’s face as he worked his tongue like a lizard, making her come for him yet again.
Just as the two were about to have sex, a loud knock on their bedroom door interrupted them.
“What?” Quick yelled, upset that someone was interrupting him and his baby’s quality time.
“It’s somebody here that wants to see you!” Goliath yelled from the other side of the door.
Quick hopped up, threw on a wifebeater and some sweat pants, and went to go see what the problem was. “Fuck going on out here?” he said as he trotted down the steps.
When he reached the living room, he saw Lucky and two of his boys being held at gunpoint by a few of his goons.
“This dickhead knocked on the front door,” Goliath said. “Didn’t want to kill him without checking with you first.”
“Were they strapped?” Quick asked, looking Lucky in his eyes.
“Nah,” Goliath said. “One of them clowns had a knife on him, but that’s about it.”
“Speak your peace before I kill you,” Quick said, accepting the 9 mm that one of his goons handed him as he stood in front of Lucky.
“I didn’t come here for no problems,” Lucky said. “I came here to apologize to you again for what happened to Ivy, and I want things to go back to how they used to be.”
Quick chuckled. “You can’t be serious. You done crossed the line of no return.”
“You know me better than anybody,” Lucky said. “You know I would never do nothing to hurt you.” Lucky knew Quick was still mad at him for killing Ivy, even though it was an accident.
“Plus,” Lucky continued, “I was thinking . . . I got shit on my side on smash, and you seem to be doing pretty good for yourself,” he said, looking all around the mansion. “Let’s put it all together and shut the town down. Us together and we’ll be unstoppable.”
“Unstoppable, huh?” Quick said as he thought on it for a second. He knew what Lucky was saying was true, but the question at hand was, Could he still trust the man he once called his best friend?
Quick called Goliath over to the side, and the two men spoke in a hushed voice. “What you think?” Quick asked.
“I mean, it sounds good. But can we trust him? is the question,” Goliath said. “You have to ask yourself, Will the risk be worth the reward?”
Quick turned back around and held his hand out. “Glad to have you back on the team.”
Lucky smiled as the two men shook hands then hugged.
“If I even think you trying to pull some funny shit, I will have you dropped like that”—Quick said, snapping his fingers.
“Glad to have you back.” Goliath gave Lucky a pound.
“We about to shut this whole town down,” Lucky said excitedly. “Both of our crews together.” He laughed out loud.
Then the three men went in Quick’s office, so they could discuss and really get things in order.
Blake walked through the hood wearing all black. The only problem was, it was ninety degrees outside. For the past week and a half he had been looking for Tiffany and was having no luck. His patience was wearing thin. The longer it took him to find her, the more pain he planned on inflicting on her before killing her.
Blake walked in the building and took the steps to the floor the person he was looking for was on. He bopped down toward the door and knocked with authority.
“Who the fuck is it?” a woman’s voice yelled from behind the door.
Blake heard locks being unlocked. Brenda’s face looked shocked when she locked eyes with the man on the other side of the door.
“Bitch, don’t say a muthafuckin’ word!” Blake growled, aiming the .357 in her face as he pushed her back inside the apartment.
“What do you want from me?” Brenda asked, looking nervous.
Blake roughly shoved her down on the couch and aimed his pistol right between her eyes. “Where is Tiffany?”
“I don’t know,” Brenda said. “I haven’t spoken to that girl in months.”
Just as the words left Brenda’s mouth, the .357 made contact with the side of her face. “You must think I’m playing,” Blake said in a calm tone as he hopped on top of her and began beating her face in with his weapon.
Brenda couldn’t take the pain anymore and gave in. “Okay, okay, okay!” she yelled. “I’ll tell you where she lives.”
Once Blake got all the information he needed out of Brenda, he put a bullet in her head, and walked back out the door like nothing had ever happened.
“Nah, I don’t know about this,” Major Pain said to Quick, his eyes locked on Lucky. He felt the man couldn’t be trusted and only wanted to be back on the team because him and Sosa’s empire was now crumbling right before their eyes. “How we know we can trust this muthafucka?”
“The only reason I left the first time was because Turf was trying to feed me table scraps,” Lucky announced. “I’m not gon’ just sit around and let somebody play with my paper. Things are different now though. We bringing two strong teams together as one, and I promise y’all all of our pockets will only get fatter.”
Before Major Pain got a chance to reply, Quick said, “We going to work this shit out, and we all gon’ get this money.”
The little get-together that Quick and Tiffany threw in the mansion looked more like a party than anything else. There was liquor, and women and men all over the place.
“Tonight I want you two to enjoy y’all selves,” Quick said. “We are all a team now, and the faster we start acting like it, the
faster we will all become millionaires,” he told them, as Tiffany crept up on him from behind and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Can I borrow you for a second?” Tiffany slurred with glassy eyes.
Just from looking at her face, Quick could tell she was twisted.
“What’s up, baby?” Quick kissed her on the lips as the two walked over toward the bar area.
Tonight the two just wanted to celebrate all the things they had overcome. Not to mention, it was their four-year anniversary, though the two weren’t married. Yet.
Quick and Tiffany were loving the fact that they didn’t have to want for anything ever again; it felt good, especially for two people who weren’t used to having shit.
“Can I get some of your time tonight please?” Tiffany purred as she poured herself and Quick a glass of vodka each.
“Chill. I need some juice in my shit.” Quick added a bit of orange juice to his glass. He could drink it straight if he wanted to, but he had nothing to prove. “You looking good tonight,” he said, palming her ass.
“How good?” Tiffany asked with a seductive smile on her face.
“Good enough to eat,” he whispered in her ear. Quick made sure he took her ear in his mouth before he pulled his face away.
“Sometimes I look at you and just say to myself, you are too good to be true,” Tiffany said seriously. “This all feels like a dream to me. Some days I just be praying that if this is a dream that I never have to wake up.”
Quick took a sip from his drink as he listened to what Tiffany was saying. He knew that Tiffany really loved him for him, and he also knew that she was as loyal as they came. Nowadays you couldn’t find a person that you could believe, let alone trust.
He pulled Tiffany in close to him. “This ain’t no dream. All the love I got for you is real, and you have nothing to worry about ’cause I’m not going anywhere. You never have to be alone again.”
“I trust you.” Tiffany grabbed Quick’s hand and led him upstairs to their bedroom.
“What about our guest?” Quick asked.
“They’ll be all right.” Tiffany smirked as they entered the bedroom.
Quick finished his drink as he watched her step out onto the balcony in their room, from where she smiled and motioned with her finger for him to join her.
Blake pulled up to the address that Brenda had given him, and instantly he knew he had to be at the wrong address. There was no way this could be the right address. He looked out his window and saw a huge house that looked like a mansion, and outside they seemed to be having some type of party, with cars parked all over the place.
“Fuck!” Blake banged on the steering wheel, pissed that Brenda had given him the wrong address. If she was still alive, he definitely would’ve paid her another visit for wasting his time.
Just as he was about to pull off, he saw a woman that looked like Tiffany step out on the balcony. As he looked closer he saw that the woman up on the balcony was indeed Tiffany. It turned out that Brenda had given him the real address after all.
“Damn!” Blake said to himself. He noticed that Tiffany still looked good even after all these years, and he found himself still attracted to the woman.
As good as she looked, Blake still had to do what he had to do. But the more he looked at Tiffany, the more he thought about not killing her. “I’ll just beat her ass real good. Then we can start over fresh,” he told himself.
Seconds later Blake’s face frowned up when he saw a man join her on the balcony. “What the fuck!” he yelled as he recognized the man on the balcony. He watched as Quick and Tiffany kissed out on the balcony and their hands explored each other’s body. The sight was enough to make Blake throw up. He continued to watch as Quick stripped Tiffany of all of her clothes, before his head disappeared.
Blake’s fist balled up as he watched Tiffany’s head go back in pleasure. He couldn’t see her facial expression, but from her body language, she seemed to be enjoying the way Quick was pleasing her.
Minutes later Quick’s head rose from down below and was back in plain view. Blake shook his head in disgust as he watched Quick turn Tiffany around and bend her over. It looked as if Tiffany was looking directly at him as Quick penetrated her from behind. He watched as Quick forcefully thrust himself in and out Tiffany repeatedly.
From Tiffany’s facial expression, she seemed to be loving every minute of it. After Quick finished pounding Tiffany out, she slowly slid down to her knees and sucked on her man’s dick until he filled her mouth with his juices. Tiffany swallowed it all and came up with a smile on her face, and her and Quick went back inside.
Blake couldn’t believe what he’d just witnessed. All thoughts of sparing Tiffany’s life were now out the window. And once again the only thing on his mind was murder.
“You Already Know”
The next morning Tiffany came downstairs and just shook her head at the trash and empty cups all over the place. She saw Quick ’sleep on one couch, Major Pain ’sleep on another couch, and Goliath lay stretched out on the floor. Over in the corner lay four women who were too drunk to make it home. Tiffany ignored all the bodies that were sound asleep as she began to clean up.
Quick heard a slight noise and opened his eyes to investigate. When he saw Tiffany cleaning up, he relaxed a bit. “Hey, baby,” he said, joining her in the spacious kitchen.
“Get y’all lazy asses up,” Tiffany joked. “I’ma make a nice big breakfast.”
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Quick said. He knew Tiffany could cook her ass off.
Tiffany opened the fridge and sucked her teeth. “Damn! Ain’t shit up in here.”
“You want me to drive you to the supermarket?” Quick offered.
“Nah, I got it,” Tiffany replied. “You just sit down and relax yourself and let your woman handle this.” She winked as she went upstairs to get dressed.
Ten minutes later she returned downstairs wearing a pair of black stretch pants, a wifebeater, and on her feet some open-toe sandals. She just threw her hair in a loose ponytail, and on her face she sported a pair of dark Chanel shades. “I’ll be back in a few,” she yelled over her shoulder as she walked out the door.
Soon as she stepped outside, she noticed red cups strewn all over the lawn. “You see this is why you can’t invite niggas to shit,” she huffed. She stuck her head back inside the door. “Baby, can you please get these cups up from off the lawn please? Thanks. I love you,” she said, not waiting for a reply as she headed out.
A block away Blake sat in his hooptie watching Tiffany’s every move. “I got you now, you unloyal bitch!” he growled as he watched Tiffany hop in her Lexus and pull off. “And you out here eating good while I was locked up and didn’t send me a dime,” he said out loud as he followed the Lexus.
The entire time he drove, scenes from Tiffany and Quick having sex up on the balcony the other night kept flashing through his brain. The more he thought about how Tiffany had betrayed him, the angrier he became.
Blake followed Tiffany’s Lexus in the supermarket parking lot and watched her every move. He wanted to hop out his car and blow her brains all over the sidewalk, but he decided he would wait and make his move when she exited the supermarket. Once he was sure she was inside the store, he parked his hooptie right next to the Lexus.
Blake slid out of the hooptie with a slim jim and a screwdriver in his hand. Before he slid the slim jim down above the lock, he decided to check the door first, and to his surprise, it was open. “Dumb-ass bitch,” he mumbled as he pulled the .38 from his waistband and ducked down in the backseat of the Lexus.
Tiffany stood in the express line waiting for the cashier to ring up her stuff. The lady in front of her didn’t have enough money to pay for all of her groceries, so she was trying to decide what she wanted to put back.
The cashier sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at the woman for holding up the line. She was getting ready to say something, until Tiffany spoke up for the woman.
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p; “Miss, you don’t have to put nothing back,” Tiffany said politely. “Ring our shit up together please,” she said to the cashier. “Oh, and give us separate bags please,” she added, humiliating the cashier the way she had just tried to do to the woman.
“Thank you so much,” the woman said as she grabbed her groceries and exited the store.
Tiffany shook her head. She never understood why people who didn’t like people always seemed to have a cashier or customer service job. If they didn’t like or want to be bothered with people, why don’t they apply for a job where they didn’t have to deal with people? She shrugged it off as she walked through the parking lot.
She pressed a button on her keychain, and instantly the trunk popped open. She tossed the groceries in the trunk, walked around to the driver’s side of the car, and slid in the front seat. Just as she was about to place the car in drive, she felt a cold barrel on the nape of her neck.
“I know you didn’t think your daddy would forget about you now, did you?”
Immediately Tiffany recognized the voice. Her eyes widened as she saw Blake’s face through the rearview mirror. Right then and there, she knew today was the day she was going to die.
“I don’t know how many times I have to keep telling you,” Blake said through clenched teeth. “You belong to me.”
“What do you want from me?” Tiffany asked, disgust in her tone. Usually she would’ve been crying right now, but times had changed. Now she was thinking about how she could kill Blake.
“Bitch, just shut the fuck up and drive.” Blake shoved the barrel of his gun farther in the back of Tiffany’s neck.
Tiffany cursed herself for leaving her doors open. Blake had been gone for so long, she had forgotten about him and tried to block him out of her mind, making it like he never existed. But now he was back and in the flesh.
From the look in his eyes, Tiffany knew Blake was planning on killing her. If she was going to make a move, she was going to have to do it fast.
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