by King, Deja
Chapter 16
Paris walked onto the terrace of the fabulous oceanfront bungalow and watched as the sun set upon Berry Island’s beautiful skyline. The island was a part of a district in the Bahamas. She tightened her robe as the chilliness of the island’s wind breezed against her mocha skin, gracing her face. She took a deep breath as she surveyed her surroundings, taking in what she would describe as the glamorous life. She and her new friend, Vega had been in the Islands for four days and she was having the best time. This is how my life is supposed to be.
It had been weeks since she’d lifted the fifty thousand from Semaj. Paris had heard about her father’s death right before she left New York for her hometown Baltimore. But full of hatred, she smiled when learning the news. She knew once her plan was executed, Semaj wouldn’t have anybody left and Murder Mitch’s demise made everything better. Paris could’ve easily had her set up to be killed, but that was much too simple. She wanted Semaj alone in this world and that was what she intended to do.
She had befriended Semaj, and she’d betrayed her friendship before she could. Bitch, gon’ try to play me like she was taking care of me. But, I’ma show her the meaning of taking care of somebody. Clown- bitch should’ve known that I’m the last bitch to be at odds with. When Paris despised someone, it made her mouth twitch at just the simple thought of their name. She now hated Semaj with a passion and she was determined to bring her down just out of spite and pure evilness.
Paris had decided with the money she had gotten from her that she would return back home and find her a baller to wine and dine her. She hated that Semaj had a man and seeing her happy only made Paris feel the romance she was missing in her own life. But now it was her time to shine and Semaj’s time to suffer. Vengeance was her motivation and she wanted to hit Semaj where it hurt, and that meant removing the only person left in the world that she could count on.
Informing Quasim on what she was involved in would leave her with nothing: No love…no man…no career. Without Quasim backing her, Paris knew Semaj wouldn’t be able to manage and her downfall would soon ensue. Semaj had opened her mouth and revealed too much information that could and would be used against her in her own court of law.
Paris remembered how much Semaj had talked about her first love and how she’d missed him dearly. Before she didn’t recognize him from the picture, because a lot about Vega had changed over the years and he was a grown man now. But just like Paris thought, she’d seen him some place before and he was alive and healthy. She knew exactly who he was. Her identical twin sister, Egypt that attended the University of Maryland had caught the eyes of one of Baltimore’s biggest hustler’s. Paris urged her to talk to him, and Egypt conceded after awhile. But unable to adapt to his lifestyle, two months later Egypt ended the relationship.
With a conniving mentality, it wasn’t hard for Paris to jump into the role of her sister and seamlessly impersonated Egypt. She reentered Vega’s life. It wasn’t as if she was in business to seek unconditional love. Paris simply didn’t believe in love. Only people she ever loved were her twin sister and older brother. Other than that love was forbidden. Though she wanted to enjoy the perks of fucking with a boss, she wanted to hurt Semaj more. She even hoped to send her into a mental state by lying and telling her that Vega had a ticket price on her head. It was going to be enjoyable to see Semaj break and driven to a place of no return.
As the wind continued to dance delicately in the air, Paris’ hair fluttered through the balmy breeze and she was startled by the strong hands that wrapped around her waist. She turned around and found Vega’s, lean, rich chocolate physique before her. Just the simplicity of him made cream form in her panties.
“This view is beautiful,” Vega said as he stared out. He knew this was a far cry from the old days and thought about how far he had come. He was now the made man of his city and had a loyal team behind him.
“I know,” Paris ran her hand over Vega’s chiseled abdomen. Her hand moved its way down to his hardened tool and she began to fondle him. They’d just came back from parasailing and both were horny as shit. His dick was bulging as if it wanted to escape its confinement. “I want you, daddy,” she said with a burning desire. Paris felt since there was no love within the situation, and not personal, there was no dishonor toward her sister.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah,” she said while trailing small pecks down his chest. Her pussy was throbbing as she grabbed his arm and led him inside the bedroom. As soon as they reentered the room, his hands roamed her stacked figure and he removed her beach undergarments. Planting kisses all over his body, he watched in amazement as Paris seductively bent down on her knees and removed his pants provocatively. With her mouth watering from anticipation, she took his dark beautiful penis into her warmth. His hands were clasped against her head as he guided himself in and out of her tight jaws. Mami’s head game was something vicious and she deep throated him like she’d invented it. He tried holding his semen back but was unsuccessful and came prematurely. The cum fluids shot to the back of her throat and she swallowed and licked him clean.
Her pussy was dripping wet and it didn’t take one second for her to jump on top of his manhood with expertise. Contracting her walls around the width, Paris rode his penis like a wild cowgirl. While her perky breast bounced freely, Vega’s mouth was drawn to her berry- colored nipples as he licked and softly bit them. Their sexual chemistry was on another planet. In a swift motion, he flipped her onto her stomach and eased in from behind. He observed his instrument as he dug inside her juice box. He couldn’t believe that her moistures had his dick leaking creams as the only sound that could be heard were gasps and the noises from him making the bed rock.
“Oh, yes! Right there, daddy! Shit!” she squealed as Vega hit her with the death-stroke, teasing her G-spot each thrust as the motion caused her legs to quiver in ecstasy.
Both being freaks it was nothing when she totted her ass up in the air, welcoming him into her third opening. A sex professional, Paris relaxed her muscles with her eyes closed as he grinded her slow. Once inside of her wetness, he rocked his hips while occasionally smacking her left butt cheek to let her know that her performance was grade A. He felt the semen building at the tip and caused him to pound harder as he began guttural grunting. “Fuckin’ shit, ma! I’m finna cum!”
“Me too! I love you,” she whispered as she threw her ass back at him.
“Gotdamn!” Vega moaned loudly as they came together and he collapsed on her back. Vega lay there in total shock. Homegirl was the best sex he ever had and again she was proving him right. “You’re the best I’ve ever had,” he complimented not able to keep the thought to himself.
“I know,” she replied quite surely. “And it’s forever yours to keep.”
Several weeks passed and the year was ending, Paris had moved a lot of her things over to Vega’s and although unspoken she had taken the role as his “Main Bitch”. It was known that he had plenty of chicks in the streets but it never seemed to bother Paris. She was in it for other reasons than the typical hood fame that the ghetto girl’s wanted to get with Vega for. After all she was “Egypt”, and she didn’t have her ears plugged to the streets, so there was no way she could confront him about the chicks…as if she cared anyway. With her it was aboutmore…it was about revenge…revenge for Semaj.
As she moved around their bedroom, Paris packed her bags for New York and watched as Vega got dressed for the day. “So how long will you be gone?” his Baltimore accent rolled off smoothly.
“I told you only for a couple days.”
“You say you going to kick it wit’ some classmates?” Vega questioned as he paused to look at her attentively.
“Yes, Nathan. There’s nothing you have to worry about. I’ll be back New Year’s day,” she stated as he looked at her with suspicion in his eyes. “I might stop by to see my ex, but other than that, yeah, I’ma hang out with my girls,” she said sarcastically.
“Don’t g
et fucked up, E!” Vega smacked her on the ass, causing her to smile.
She grabbed the small Louis Vuitton overnight bag and draped it over her shoulder. “I love you, daddy. I’ll see you in a few days.” She kissed him on the lips and headed for the door.
Her heart raced in anticipation as she slid inside her car. She felt this was the beginning of Semaj’s downfall. Yeah, bitch, live good while the living is great because once I drop the dime on your ass, it’s over for you, she thought deviously.
As she turned onto the freeway headed for New York, Paris
dialed a number. “What up? Who dis?”
“Hey, what up D-Boy?” Paris put on her sweet voice. “There’s something real important I have to tell you.”
“What is it?” he asked.
“I think I know who killed Cedes.”
“What!” he seethed, hurting from the mention of his sister’s nickname. “Who, yo?”
“Word is Semaj and her dad had something to do with it. My people told me that she was handling some business for Dean-Bean when Mitch ran into the spot and killed them both. That’s not it though. The majority of the robberies ‘round the way been set-ups by Semaj, your baby mama before she passed and Mitch before he got deaded. I’m glad I been stop fuckin’ with them,” she sighed as if in relief.
D-Boy clenched his jaws tightly together as he bit into his jaw.
“Good looking. My man’s ‘bout to handle that grimy bitch anyway. I knew she was a sheisty bitch. Never liked that bougie hoe. And Ta was always try’na captain save that trife bitch.”
“You know its all love bra,” Paris hung up the phone as a wicked grin crossed her face. Bitch won’t be able to step foot into New York with D-Boy and his goons on that ass. She burst into a fit of evil laughter as she turned up the radio on a mission to destroy Semaj once and for all.
Chapter 17
It was New Year’s Eve and Quasim had been invited to his drug plug’s yacht at the pier. Annually, since he first connected with the prestigious and ingenious Dominican drug plug, Quasim met up with him this precise day to discuss business for the upcoming year. Gio was so meticulous on handling business concerning the drug market that he only conferred the matters yearly. Once agreement was set on quantity, the amount of kilograms weren’t to be changed until the following year. It was routine and kept the chances of them popping up on the fed’s radar at an ultimate low.
This day in particular was special for Quasim, however. A couple months had passed and calmness surrounded Semaj’s and Quasim’s world. Life for them couldn’t have been better. For the first time ever, Quasim had contemplated his exit from the dope game. He’d lost so much to the game he felt it was only a matter of time before his lucky well ran dry. Not one to prolong his hustler’s intuition, He decided that he’d willingly pass the game down to his two most trusted men. He was willing to allow them to have the next decade in New York, knowing they’d assist it with great honor. Besides, it was about that time for them to depart from street spokesmen and graduate to the headmen in charge. Quasim had a nice run in the drug game. Minus the bullshit, the game was good to him, and now it was time to see if it’d continue to be good to his most loyal crewmembers.
Now, he wanted it to be all about Semaj and their future together.
It seemed to be that she was the perfect woman for him. She made him want to change and become a better man. He’d been through plenty of women in his short twenty-seven years and none were comparable to Semaj Richardson. She brought him so much joy like no other had ever before. She made him want to be brand new, only for her though. And at her big celebration planned at Club Rich later on that night in front of the people he held dear he was going to ask for her hand in marriage. She was turning twenty-three and he was throwing her a party, and asking her to be his wife would make it that much more of a celebration.
Semaj was everything he wanted in a woman and knowing time was of the essence he was ready for the next chapter in their lives to begin. He couldn’t wait to see the look on his people’s faces when he broke the news to them. They’d probably consider him a sucka for falling in love, but if he was a sucka for loving Semaj then he was willing to be a bonafide sucka.
Quasim, Semaj, Mike-Mike, Slim and Chi rode down the expressway in the back of the chauffer-driven navy Rolls-Royce. Exiting the highway, the driver pulled up to the pier that wasn’t even a mile from their exit.
“This is it,” Quasim said as everyone diverted their attention to the impressive yacht. “It goes out for three hours and we’ll have dinner first and then enjoy ourselves right before we head to the club tonight.” Quasim informed them.
“Dang, that shits beautiful, man!” Semaj cooed as she looked on in awe as dusk fell before their eyes. The light emitting from the cruise ship was beautiful in itself. Little did she know that her grandfather that had unintentionally left her mind as a young child was responsible for the opulence she was about to step into.
“Yeah, Gio be on some presidential shit, yo,” Quasim boasted, assuring them that they were in the presence of a mega boss. The driver opened their door as they stepped out all dressed to the nines and headed to board the yacht.
“Follow me. Gio is waiting on you in the dining area,” a beautiful Dominican woman said in an English accent as she led the way for Quasim and his entourage to the dinner hall. They climbed the stairs that led to where dinner was to take place. The sounds of sensual Bachata music crooned from the state of the art sound system. Once they reached the shiny hardwood floor, Gio raised his forefinger in the air and signaled for them to come over to where two henchmen stood directly behind him.
Gio was a tall, pear-shaped, clean cut man. His thin, salt-and- pepper hair neatly ringed the bare top of his skull. He was obviously in his mid-sixties. His glowing radiation was as if he hadn’t stressed one day of his life, but had been through more than one thousand men had been through in one lifetime. “If it isn’t my favorite godson!” Gio said, as he stood to embrace Quasim who he’d adopted in the drug game many years ago. “And who do we have here?” he asked as he looked at the two ladies. Unfortunately, he had just had surgery on his eyes and his vision was blurry and on top of that the doctor insisted he wear a pair of dimly tinted sunglasses when outdoors. He never knew that he was in the presence of his flesh and blood—the granddaughter he’d been searching for for years.
“This is my lady and Slim’s girl. They will be joining us for dinner. Then we’ll leave them to enjoy the perks of being on this yacht so we can have privacy,” Quasim quickly informed Gio while removing Semaj’s waist-length chinchilla and pulling out her chair. Gio had strict rules on discussing business around females and outsiders for that matter, and Quasim respected that. He actually took heed.
Gio barely greeted women. It was his personal creed and when he had it was always simple. Gio was a very serious and reserved man, and distant in most situations. He greeted both ladies respectfully, but when he acknowledged Semaj, he was instantly intrigued and attached to her spiritually. “You look very beautiful,” he smiled, taking in her outer appearance to his best ability as he grabbed her hand for a kiss. Everyone looked at Gio in astonishment, including his wife. He never let her hand go as if he was flirting with the young lady, but in actuality, it was a sign of his respect.
Chi turned up her nose seemingly irate that Semaj was once again the center of attention. Semaj couldn’t help but blush, taken aback by his compliment.
“You just had surgery on your eyes, Gio. Those glasses aren’t helping your sight just yet,” his wife said in a sweet voice.
Quasim stared at Gio with a look of confusion. Having been that he never saw this side of his connect, Quasim was shocked. It was never smiles and straight business with no distractions. But Semaj was enlightening the usually stern mood into a comfortable, relaxing atmosphere.
“You probably have seen her in the movie that debuted this past summer. She’s the lead actress in “Murderess in DC”, the movie your d
aughter-in-law Jah-Jah wrote for my production company.”
“You know I haven’t watched a movie since “Scarface” came out, my son. I don’t get into all that junk any more, Quasim. I’m getting old son. Pretty much into politics nowadays.” He smiled warmly before they all sat down for dinner.
“So you’re really sure that you wanna walk away from all of this, son?” Gio asked as he took a toke from the Cuban cigar.
Quasim sat across from him at the table, taking a sip from the vintage champagne as he observed his connect and then his two loyal men. He always told himself that he’d never drink while in the game because he never wanted to be off or distracted, but when he made his exit he’d sit back and enjoy life pleasantly. It had been a long time coming and as he thought about leaving the streets alone a nostalgic feeling overcame him. He was married to the game and to lose love from something he’d been in love with for so long was a hard decision to make. Giving up a drug empire willingly was rare in the dope game. Quasim would always have love for the streets, but he had to move on before it ended on a worse note. Nonetheless, he’d outgrown the drug trade. Staring at Semaj from a distance, her smile alone jarred him from his second-guessing and he looked directly at Gio. “Yeah. I’m done. Finished, Poppa.”
“Now tell me if your exit is because of them New Jersey fellas,
‘cause I’ll have them fuckin’ motherfuckers killed by sunrise,” Gio stated, sternly.
“That’s not it, Poppa. I gotta leave this shit alone. My run has been successful minus the bullshit. I’m not willing to stretch my luck,” he paused, wondering how he’d known about the beef.
“Son, you’ve known me for a long time now and I know everything good and bad that involves you,” Gio stated in a thick accent as if he’d read Quasim’s mind. “Not only that but I know everything that’s goes on within this business, son. Everything.”
