by Hood Rich
Aaliyah nodded and looked into my eyes as if she were struggling to understand me. Finally, she hugged me again. “Baby, I’m so sorry that you guys have to go through this. If there is anything I can do, please let me know. I’m here for you. Never forget that.”
I kissed her on the forehead and held my lips against it for a full minute, then kissed her soft lips, while I held the side of her pretty face. My feelings grew deeper for her every day. Since we’d become part of one another’s lives we’d been through one struggle after the next, together. Somehow, someway, we’d managed to pull through thus far. Aaliyah was one of those women that were stronger than most. I needed her around me at this time. The loss of my sister, Keyonna, was set to break me down in ways I didn’t know I was ready for. It was because of her murder that my heart became as cold as ice to the world.
I rubbed her pretty face and kissed her lips one last time. “Baby just comfort my sister for me until Twelve leave. Tell her what I told you too, and I’ll appreciate you in every single way. That’s my word.”
She hugged me for a long time, inhaling, and exhaling loudly. When she finally released me, her eyes were misty. “I love you, Rich. I love you with all my heart, and I’ll be sure to do everything that you’ve said. I promise.”
I watched her jog down the alley toward the back of her house. I waited until she disappeared into her fence before I bounced. I had to get my mind together. I had to get an understanding with, Paper and the Misfits. Chasity and her harem of women were set to be coming up from, Memphis, so we could get our strip club up and running. I had to touch bases with my father. He’d promised to plug me deep into the underworld, now that we’d hit up one of his closest allies. On top of all of that, I had to find Andrea, and get to the bottom of who’d killed my sister. Until all these things were concluded, I wouldn’t be able to get any sleep.
Chapter 2
Keyonna’s funeral was held at Mercy Baptist Church, seven days later. It was the church our mother would attend whenever she’d wake up feeling spiritual on Sunday mornings. I sat in the front row with my arm around my little sister, Kesha. Dark tinted Tom Ford shades covered my eyes, but they still didn’t stop me from shedding tears. Kesha cried under me and continued to ask why our sister. She buried her face in my chest and cried her heart out. It made me sick to my stomach. I hated seeing my baby sister so weak and vulnerable. I wish I could have done something to take her pain away. I felt like such a loser because I could not.
The choir was made up of twenty male and female members. They were dressed in blue robes, with gold around the collars. They stood behind the Pastor’s big chair, and sang a selection in honor of my sister, while the Pastor nodded his head and dabbed at the sweat glistened around his brows. Beneath him, about ten feet away was Keyonna’s coffin. It was opened, and from my vintage point, I could see her yellow face, her eyes were closed. She looked as if she had a tinge of blue to her. Her face was fatter than when she was alive. We’d dressed her in a pink and black Ferragamo dress, and had her long curly hair done with a pink and black Ferragamo bow. Her casket was all white, with pink trimmings.
Besides the choir and the Pastor, there were fifty people that had chosen to attend. They sat behind us in the pews, and behind them were the Misfits, and Paper. All were armed and ready to handle bitness if anything out of the ordinary jumped off. Macho and Porky roamed around, looking people over closely, while four members from their crew made sure that the outside of the church was safe and secure.
Aaliyah leaned in and kissed my cheek. She grabbed my hand and made our fingers interlock. “Baby, are you okay?”
I nodded, and rocked, Kesha while she continued to cry into my chest. The longer she did, the angrier it made me. I was ready to kill somebody. I knew that she would never be the same again, and neither would I. I wished I would have killed, Ken and Kendell earlier, perhaps if I had, my sister would’ve still been alive. After the choir sang a few selections, the pastor got up and said a few kind words on her behalf. Kesha took the pulpit and gave Keyonna’s eulogy. She broke down several times, while I rubbed her back and held her up. After she finished, the choir sang another song, while everybody was given the chance to view her body one last time.
We buried her about forty-five minutes later. I watched my sister being lowered into the ground right beside my mother’s grave, and it broke my heart to look over and see her plot, knowing that Keyonna’s was about to be right next to hers. It was a feeling that I would never forget as long as I live. Two extremely important women in my life were gone, and lost because of my own negligence, I felt.
Paper came and put his arm around my shoulder as I watched, Keyonna’s casket being lowered six feet into the ground. He sighed and shook his head. “Bruh, you already know that we about to make a muhfucka pay for this. So, don’t even sweat it. I got a few trolls out searching for, Andrea, as we speak. Put fifty gees on her head. You know it ain’t gon’ be long before somebody cash in on that. I made a decree that we want her alive, too. I figured you’d want to enjoy that kill after you find out what’s good.” He attempted to laugh, then cleared his throat.
“Until, then, I say we get back to the money. Your pops about to put us in. Our traps jumping harder than ever, and I got some shit up my sleeve that’s gon’ really make ‘em hit harder. The Misfits say they need our ear as well. Say they got a lick they want to pull, but they need our approval before they go ahead with it. I love them lil’ niggas. I’ve never seen such loyalty before.” He patted my back and squeezed my trap between my neck and shoulder.
Tears ran down my cheeks and dripped off my goatee as I watched my sister’s casket hit the bottom of the six-foot grave. Thunder rumbled in the sky, and I could smell the rain developing. I was going to miss her until my last breath. I wish I’d done more. Felt like the worst protector ever. I sighed out loud, and shook my head, as I watched most of the people from the church, throw roses into her grave before walking away from it.
Aaliyah held Kesha in her arms. She and I made eye contact, and she mouthed the words, “I got you.” While she rubbed my sister’s back.
“I’m ready to roll, Paper. Let’s get back to the money until we find that bitch. But, as soon as we do everything stops while I cut that bitch into a hundred pieces. You understand that?”
I continued to look into my sister’s grave as the rain began to drizzle out of the clouds. Paper stepped to Keyonna’s grave and dropped a white rose into it.
He lowered himself to one knee and said a quick prayer, before standing up and embracing me. “That sound good, bruh. I mean, we still need to holler. So, we can get some things in order, but for the most part, we got an understanding, and that’s what’s important.”
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After the small get together me, Aaliyah, and Kesha made it back to Aaliyah’s house at about eight o’clock that night. I’d been holding, Kesha the entire time. She’d refused to eat, and tried to drink a lil’ juice, but couldn’t hold it on her stomach. When we got to Aaliyah’s crib, I made her take a few capsules of Melatonin, then she passed out, and finally fell asleep in Aaliyah’s upstairs guest room. My brain was spinning so bad, I just needed to get the funeral off me, so I went and took a nice hot shower, while I allowed my mind to relax, and center itself.
I wasn’t in there more than five minutes when Aaliyah knocked on the door, opened it, and stuck her head inside. “Hey, baby, how are you doing in here? Can I get you anything?”
The water crashed into my face. I opened my mouth, gargled it, and spit it into the drain. “You can come in here and wash my back if you want too. I need a lil’ tender love and care, right now.” I looked out to see Aaliyah step into the bathroom and close the door behind her.
She smiled, and lowered the straps on her pink Prada dress, allowing it to fall to the bathroom floor. She picked it up, and folded it, placing it over the towel rack. She unhooked her bra in the front. Her caramel breasts spilled out of the cups and bounced on her small fr
ame. The nipples covered much of the tit. They were dark brown and erect. Light freckles covered the globes. They made them look sexy, original. She ran her manicured nails down her flat stomach and hooked her thumbs onto the waistband of her lace pink boy shorts that were all up in her crease, exposing the indentation of her thick sex lips. The panties traveled down her thighs before she pulled them from her pretty and small pedicured toes with the French tips. She sucked on her bottom lip, and caressed her pussy lips, opening them, looking me in the eyes.
I pulled the clear shower curtain all the way back and stroked my pipe up and down as I looked over her sexy caramel body. I couldn’t wait to get between them thighs. I’d lusted after Aaliyah way before we’d ever laid down together. It was something about her that drove me crazy. “Come on baby.”
She placed her pretty foot onto the rim of the tub getting ready to climb into the shower with me. I lowered in front of her and bit into her thick thigh, then ran my tongue along the soft skin that smelled of Vanilla. She arched her back and placed her hand on the top of my deep waves, as I made my way toward her garden.
“I gotta taste this pussy, baby. I need to take my mind off everything. I just wanna eat this pussy. It’s all mine.” I licked her inner thigh until my nose was right on her pussy lips. She opened them for me, exposing her tiny hole that led to paradise.
“Go ahead, Daddy, eat me. Eat me, right now! I need you," she whimpered.
She ran her hand down my upper back, then brought it back up until it was on my head again. Water popped off my back and neck. I trapped her sexy lips and sucked hard on them, then slid my tongue between her folds, and licked upward hitting her clit. I nipped it with my teeth, then sucked on it as if it was a nipple that I desired milk from. She tasted like Vanilla with a hint of salt. The heat from her kitten was apparent. I dug my nails into her ass and pulled her closer to my face.
“Ooo-daddy. It feels so good. Uh, it’s so good. Eat me, baby. Eat me just like that. Fuck,” she hissed with her eyes closed and her head tilted back.
I stuck my tongue as far in her as it could go, thumbing her clit while she held her lips open for me. She jerked, and more juices ran out of her. I wet two fingers with her juices and slowly slid them into her asshole. I could feel her ring tighten on them, squeezing for dear life.
“You want some of that don’t you baby? Uh-fuck, you want some of that ass, huh?” She humped into my face and shuddered. Her knees bent, as my fingers ran in and out of her back door. “I’m finna cum—I’m finna cum, Rich. Already, aww-shit!” she hollered.
I nipped at her clit with my teeth, sucked it harder and harder, while I fingered as deep as I could into that big ole’ booty. I mean Aaliyah was strapped, it was no wonder her body drove me crazy on all levels. I think I even loved the fact, that she used to sell pussy. I was a street nigga, so all that hood shit was appealing to me.
She grabbed the back of my head and forced it into her pussy while she came all over me in loud gasps. She finished and kneeled in front of me. She stroked my dick up and down, smacking her lips together, looking into my eyes with hunger.
“I’ma suck this dick, Daddy. I’ma suck it good, too. I got you.” She licked the head, then up and down the big stalk, and finally slurping me into her mouth, and spearing her head into my lap like crazy. She moaned all over it, took it out, and ran it across her face, then deep throated me all over again.
I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. She seemed to be hitting every one of my pleasure points. She sucked hard on the head, pumped the whole stick up and down, then sucked me for ten minutes straight with no hands, while I stood on my tippy toes with a handful of her hair. My heart pounded in my chest. I felt her nip at the head with her teeth, then her tongue tickled my pee hole, and I was cumming hard like a fountain.
She pumped it up and down as my seed spilled out of me. “Uh-fuck-Aaliyah, baby! Aaliyah-shit—"
She sucked me dry, then pumped the head in her mouth until my dick got back rock hard. She stood up, and placed her hands on the shower wall, tooting her ass up, looking over her shoulder at me.
She placed one foot on the rim of the tub again. “Fuck this pussy from the back, Rich. I want all that pipe in me. Come on, Daddy!” She ran her tongue across her lips and moaned.
I smacked that big ass and watched the cheeks jiggle. I took my big head and ran it up and down her wet slit, as the shower water beaded onto my neck and shoulder. I grabbed her hips and slammed deep into her center. Her warmth enveloped me like a silk glove.
She crashed back into my lap. Her big ass smacked my stomach. It jiggled and shook along with her thick thighs.
“Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me. Take yo’ anger out on me. Yes-yes-yes! Oh, fuck yes!” She grabbed her right breast, and pulled on the nipple, pinching it.
I could feel her walls sucking me as she moved her inner muscles, it felt like heaven. I had to clench my teeth. I’d pull all the way out until my head was just brushing up again her engorged brown lips, then slammed my pipe all the way home, rocking her bottom. She arched her back and shrieked loudly. She lowered her feet into the tub, and bent all the way over, twerking on my pipe.
Her pussy juiced against my driving dick. Her essence along with the shower’s water dripped off my balls and ran down my thighs. She reached under herself and spread her pussy lips further apart, running her fingers in quick circles around her clit, while I went to work behind her like a jackhammer, fucking my frustrations away.
“Rich-Rich-Rich, I’m finna cum! Rich, oh, Daddy! I’m finna cum, aww-fuck!” She arched her back once again.
I bit into her throat and grabbed a handful of her hair, then pulled out of her pussy, and forced my dick into that fat ass. Her hole was tight, it barely accepted me, but I refused to be denied.
She was way too strapped for that. “Aww-yeah, this my ass now! It’s mine, Aaliyah! Gimme this shit!” I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could, while I watched my dick work, she scrunched her pretty face into a ball.
“You fucking the shit out of me! You fucking the shit out of me, baby!” She slapped at the wall and attempted to hold her right ass cheek apart, while my dick shot in and out of her at full speed. I pinched her clitoris and rammed that ass until I came deep within her bowels. Then I smacked her big booty hard, rubbed all over it.
I carried her from the bathroom thirty minutes later, after we managed to get cleaned. She was completely exhausted and looked as if she ain’t have a bit of energy left. I laid her on the big bed, and she curled into a ball, sucking on her thumb. I climbed in behind her and pulled her into my embrace. As we spooned, I kissed the back of her neck, right on her cute little mole, then bit into it, running my tongue up and down it.
“Aaliyah, you know you’re my, baby, right?” I rubbed her thick thighs and moved her hair out of the way, so I could see her beautiful face.
She nodded and took her thumb out of her mouth. “I know, Daddy. I love you so, so much already. I’ll do anything for you. I hope you really know that.” She looked over her shoulder at me. “Do you?”
I pulled her further back into me and kissed her soft cheek. “I believe you, Boo. So, far you been more than one hunnit. You ain’t gave me no reason to doubt you.” I squeezed her thigh again, loving the feel of it.
“Rich, did you finally kill Ken like you promised, you would?”
I kissed the back of her neck. I could smell her Vanilla scent waft up my nose. “Yeah, Boo, that nigga’s deceased. I wish I would have taken care of that situation a lil’ earlier. Him and his punk ass son.” I flared my nostrils and felt my blood pressure rising.
Ken had been the nigga that forced Aaliyah into prostitution at the tender age of seventeen after her mother sold her to him to right a debt. His son, Kendell I felt was responsible for my sister, Keyonna becoming rebellious and turning her back on the family. Me and my crew had snuffed both niggas. I was proud of that.
“Thank you, baby. Now I feel like I can finally get some sleep. You know I
haven’t slept eight hours since the day I ran away from him?” She yawned and covered her mouth.
I shook my head and kissed her again. “Naw, I ain’t know that, Boo. But, you’re good now, I told you, I had you. You wanna lay on my chest?”
She turned on her side, faced me, and pushed me back to the pillows, laying her head on the left side of my chest. She yawned again and covered her mouth. Looking up at me with watery eyes. I kissed her forehead and turned the lamp off. Then situated myself, so I could hold her more firmly, and run my hand down her lower back, cuffing that big booty.
“Daddy, you love that thang don’t you?” She giggled and snuggled her face into my chest to get comfortable.
I could hear her nostrils sniffing me, I laughed and closed my eyes. “You already know that’s me back there. Don’t get shit twisted.” I squeezed it and ran my hand into her hot crease. I played with her sex lips, opening them with two fingers, smelling them, then sucking the fingers into my mouth. I loved the way she tasted.
“Daddy, before I’m able to sleep there is one more thing on my mind. I need you to be honest with me, okay?” She raised her head from my chest and looked into my eyes with a worried expression on her face.
I rubbed the side of her face and trailed my finger over her juicy lips. “What’s the matter, Boo?”
She sighed. “Okay, I don’t want it to ruin our mood or anything, but are you going to be the same way to me even when Chasity moves up here from Memphis. I know you guys have history and all, whereas I am fairly new to your life. The reason I’m asking is because I love you so much already. I don’t know what I would do if you switched up on me for another woman. I need you. You should know that by now.” She searched my eyes.
Chasity is Paper’s sister. She and I were cool, and I had some feelings for her, but I didn’t think it was anything Aaliyah should’ve been worried about. She was slowly breaking into my heart. She was like my walking trophy. I shook my head and kissed her lil’ forehead. “Nah, Boo, that switching up shit ain’t even in me like that. I got a lot of love and respect for you. I see us being together for a long time. Ain’t nothing or nobody gon’ pull me away from you. That’s my word. You hear me?” I looked deep into her eyes and frowned.
