by Nicety
“Naw, let her breathe. I don’t want my future wife to be saying or doing anything to bring you out of character. You’ve done that enough right?”
Quince sat down next to me rubbing my body so comfortingly. His strong muscular hands caressed the stress built up in my feet before moving up to my booty making it jiggle at the same time. He squeezed my booty so gently yet so firmly that I got the message. I turned over from my belly to my back hoping he would rip my clothes off and take me right then and there. Instead, he backed off taking a hit of the blunt deeply.
“Ugh, what the fuck Quince. I agreed to be your wife and I still can’t get any play from you?” The words blurted from my lips. “I mean, I like the time and attention that you give me when you can. But for the longest time I’ve just been yearning to finally feel some dick. I’ve waited long enough. I'm ready. I'm so fucking ready. I need you baby."
“Yeah. Trust me, you don’t know how long I have been waiting to get in between those thick ass thighs. I just wanted it to be something special. You know, for our wedding night.”
Just as I was about to tell him how sweet that shit sounded rolling off his tongue, the doorbell ringing again interrupted my thoughts. I couldn’t believe the timing of all these cock blockers not willing to stay away from here so I could beg up on some dick. The back of my head thudded against the pillow before jumping up making sure he was still seated.
“Don’t worry babe. You relax and I’ll go get it,” I insisted, “You just sit there and think about what we were just talking about.”
I winked my eye his way then darted out the door to see who the fuck needed something so badly that they were ringing the doorbell like they were losing their damn minds. I was so over the whole “Woe Is Me” bitch that needed to get her shit together and take care of her own damn babies. Her stupid ass needed to quit sucking dick for fancy clothes and neighborhood relationship status.
“Yeah—“
“Guess you weren’t expecting me at this door huh? I don’t see why you weren’t, Daisy. You knew what this was.” Morgan growled in front of me. “May I come in?”
“What? Hell no, you can’t come in. how the fuck did you know I was here?”
“Com’ on now, Daisy. I thought you knew better than that.” She waved one finger from left to right in my face.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Morgan? Time isn’t up yet.”
“Yeah, about that. Fuck the time arrangement. I need that money in approximately one day. Nothing more. You think you can help a bitch get her life together?”
“What the fuck, Morgan? I don’t have that kind of fucking money just lying around the house.” I was damn near hysterical as I checked the hall behind me for any signs of my fiancé. “You can’t come here like this.”
“I can go where the fuck I choose bitch,” she snarled her teeth at me like an angry pit bull. “I can go to your law classes, I can follow you to the grocery store, and I’ll join you in the shower if I need to Daisy. You’re not getting off that easy. You’re gonna pay one way or the fucking other.”
“I’m gonna pay, alright? Just leave me alone for right now—“
“Who’s gonna make me?” She leaned in sending a whiff of onions from her breath up my nose.
“Morgan, I’ll get you the fucking money. Now back the fuck up outta my face.”
“Fine. I’ll back up. You have 24 hours bitch. That’s it and that’s all. If I come back here at this time tomorrow and you don’t have my money, you’re a dead smart bitch. You got that?”
“Yeah.” I pushed her shoulder for her to back up out of my face. “I got it. Now go.”
“Who is it babe?” Quince called down right when the front door clicked closed.
“Oh, it was the mailman with a package. He had the wrong house though,” I replied heading back upstairs to hit the blunt and ease my mind. Where the fuck was I going to get this damn money from? Fuck.
Chapter 9
That Evening
Quince
It was taking everything out of me not to strip Daisy’s damn clothes off and fuck the shit out of her wherever she stood. I had to refrain myself from letting loose on her ass like a rabbit pit bull. I smoked a hell of a lot of weed and focused on other shit but it was hard as fuck. Being with her these past few months was the longest I had ever gone without some fresh wet snatch hovering over my shit. She wanted me bad as hell too. She almost made me duck the shit out of her this morning. My phone ringing off the hook every five minutes was just the distraction I needed to get my mind off of giving in to her.
“Yeah,” I exhaled reluctantly answered my cell.
“What the fuck is up? You get out of jail and don’t call me or answer your phone. What’s good?” Mata blared through the phone like a bullhorn.
“Man, I had to figure some shit out dude. I’m on it though,” I lied sitting back deeper in the couch. “Trust me, you ain’t got shit to worry about.”
“I have everything to worry about. My pockets are losing money by the minute fucking with this Phantom character. I want him dead and I want him dead now, Q. What the fuck are you playing in your ass about this for?” Mata barked insistently. “It’s time to find this motherfucka and put his ass to sleep once and for all. I’m done playing about this shit.”
“Calm down, my nigga. Let me see what’s crackin’ and I will hit you back,” I breathed.
“Don’t do shit soon…and I will.”
With that, Mata hung up the phone without waiting on me to give him an answer back. I knew that meant he wouldn’t wait for me at all. He was itching to go to war so he could say that he was the top dog in the game and reclaim the streets. So it was either leave town and take my business elsewhere or go to war and take his bitch ass out once and for all. The only problem was that going to war with him would mean lives would be at stake, including my trap houses around the city. Business would suffer either way it seemed, but with one at least I’d be able to live to tell about it and start a new.
“What’s good my nigga?” Montana answered my call sounding as if he was blowing out a huge ass cloud.
“Man that nigga Mata ain’t letting up. I’ve got too much shit riding on this including setting up business in Miami. That’s a multimillion dollar a year business if it all goes well. All I need is about another 2 weeks and we can bounce, take this shit to Miami, and let Mata have this shit since he want it so bad. Miami is where we’ll make that gwap. You see what I’m saying?” I informed him.
“Bounce? Nigga you ain’t say shit about moving when you talked about doing that shit in Miami. In fact, weren’t you the motherfucka that said it’s best we don’t live down there ‘cause shit would run smoother especially since it’s new?” He huffed damn near pissing me off, throwing my own words back in my face. “What you wanna pick up and run now for?”
“Nigga, ain’t nobody runnin’. I’m trying to secure our shit with as minimal bullshit as possible. We don’t need no motherfucking war. We too busy trying to get money you feel me?”
“Naw g. That bitch got you so wrapped tight that you’re forgetting who you are. You’re forgetting this is what we do got dammit.” He took another pull of whatever it was he was smoking. “Dude, we can’t let him do this shit to us. Do you see what he’s saying? He’s basically saying you’re a bitch ass nigga who can’t run his city. Is that how you wanna go out, Quince?”
Even though I wasn’t looking in his eyes scorching thunderbolts through his soul, my silence spoke volume. Montana knew what that shit meant as he had been through it many times before. I rarely showed my anger but when it came out it did in full force with a vengeance. He knew better than to come at me like that regardless of if he was my boy or not. I was beyond done with his over opinionated bullshit.
“Man my bad, g. But you know I’m not one to back down from no damn fight and you ain’t either, bro. You changing, nigga. Don’t you see that shit?” Montana calmed down not wanting to have me bark at his ass.
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nbsp; “What you need to understand is that it’s taken us this long just to get the mediocre success we have right now. I ain’t trying to die before I get a fucking chance to enjoy the shit. Ain’t no way I’m about to jeopardize what we’ve built because the dope game ain’t working out for Mata’s lame greedy ass.” I responded.
I knew Montana wouldn’t fully understand but he was going to abide by this law no matter what. I wasn’t about to risk all of the shit that I had worked so fucking hard for especially not in the middle of the biggest deal of a lifetime. But deep inside, I couldn’t help but think about how right he was. I was no punk, never one to back down from shit. I guess apart of me just wanted to be more on the business side of the game rather than the ruthless side. Just wanting to be able to sit back, relax, and collect that dough was all that was on my mind. Still, no one got to the top of anything without stepping on a few necks proving a point as they got there.
“I understand you went through a lot to change shit for us. But—.”
“NO! That is final.” With that, I hung up to give him time to think about what I had just said.
Just as I was about to join Daisy back upstairs for a night of holding her until we fell asleep, my phone rang again. Before answering it, I headed to the refrigerator pulling out a bottle of Seagram’s Gin and pouring a shot of it in a glass. I had my feel of business for the day but something told me to answer the call.
“Yeah,” I answered tossing the drink to the back of my throat guzzling it before pouring another.
“Phantom, I don’t know what’s good with your boy but I’ve got no work over here. I’m depleted like a motherfucka and I can’t even get him to answer the damn phone. Ever since he stopped fucking with me to fuck with that bitch, he’s been acting brand new. Now, I know you told me to answer to him but he’s fucking up for real.” Bunny rambled hysterically.
“Aight, hold up. So you say he’s been playing you on the work?”
“Yes. I didn’t want to come at you but my spots are almost dry. I need help.” She sounded as if she was desperate hoping that I told her something she wanted to hear.
“Aight, calm down. Calm down. I got you. Give me about an hour and I’ll drop you myself. You feel me?” I assured her.
“Thank you so much. I swear, I was about to lose my fucking mind.” Bunny hung up as I reached for my phone ready to cuss Montana’s ass out, but I brushed the shit off for another day. I had way too much shit to be worried about and that couldn’t be one of them at this point.
An hour later I was posted on Bunny’s couch sipping the third vodka drink she had fixed a nigga. It took no time for me to stop by one of my traps to snag a few bricks to give to her to hold her over until I could straighten the rest of this shit out in the morning with Montana's dumb ass. Bunny set her small build on the adjacent couch in her black and white checkered string bikini that barely covered her plumped tits and jumbo voluptuous plumped backside.
In her younger days, she claimed to be a gymnast so and as an ex-stripper she was prone to keeping her body banging, which was the number one priority on her list. She was an overall good woman. Having enrolled in college business classes after leaving that whack ass nigga a few months ago, she was growing mentally stronger and trying to expand what I had given her into something more established. It was the same thing I was trying to do. With her business management background, she was bound to succeed.
She removed her Gucci shades from over on top of her head tossing them on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch crossing one thick thigh over the other. Bunny was much like me in many ways. she liked to be laid back, cool, calm, and collected. But fuck with her on the wrong day and she could be a beast. I believe her confidence in life had grown and matured a lot since I put her own to be her own boss.
“B. I’m about to head out. Do you need anything else or you good?” I grumbled feeling as though I might have had a few too many drinks.
“You know, you really shouldn’t be driving right now. You could hurt yourself," Bunny resounded in the most pleasant voice as she wiggled her perfectly pedicured toes in the air.
“Well when I want your opinion then I’ll ask for it.” I stood taking one step towards the door but immediately fell back down on the couch.
I couldn’t have been that drunk that I couldn’t even walk. I’ve been drunker before and driven across states. My head was feeling a little groggy and my vision was becoming blurry but I was determined to shake it off. Shaking my head from side to side only made the shit worse, however. What the fuck was happening to me?
Come and put your name on it.
Put your name on it.
Come and put your name on it.
Your name
Bet ya wanna put your name on it.
Put your name on it.
Come and put your name on it.
B-B-Baby
It's not even my birthday (my birthday)
But he wann lick the icing off. (icing off)
I know you want it in the worst way. (the worst way)
Can't wait to blow my candles out.
He want that cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake (Bet ya wanna put your name on it)
Bunny rose to blast the stereo in the other room then grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator before returning back to the living room. She danced into the room stopping in front of me while singing along with Rhianna’s Cake song popping her ass and slow winding, closing her eyes feeling herself and the music. I lowered my head at the sight. Bringing my head back up, I couldn’t help but to watch as her seductive body gyrated around in front of me.
“What are you doing, Bunny?” I asked pretending my manhood didn’t jump from her little show.
“Nothing. Just having some fun. Don’t you just wanna kick back and have some fun sometimes instead of all this work, work, work shit?” Bunny replied.
“Naw, not really. I’m having fun when I’m getting money.” I grabbed my car keys off the end table attempting to rise once more but my head was spinning so badly that I couldn’t do it.
Leaning my head back on the couch trying to figure out how I got so fucked up off a couple of drinks, I played it cool not wanting Bunny to see me at a weak point. It wasn’t good for business. Frustrated as fuck, I watched through blurriness as Bunny continued her insatiable dance. The droplets of sweat forming on my forehead took me to thoughts of my soon to be wife riding my dick slowly bouncing her thick ass up and down.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I looked around realizing there was no sign of Bunny. The music was still blasting but she was nowhere to be found. I guess she had gone off to bed or something leaving me on the couch to recuperate. In the distance, I could hear the faint sound of the shower running and figured that’s where she might have gone.
I couldn’t fight it anymore. I was hogtied to this fucking couch until I could shake the drunk and sleepy feeling coming over me. Bunny returned in the blink of an eye, hovering over me like a dark cloud. I tried to focus my eyes to see her noticing she was completely naked. Touching and rubbing on the bulge in my jeans, she moaned seemingly mesmerized as my dick grew revealing it’s long nature. She unzipped me quickly and began to stroke on it nice and rough. Bunny licked her lips sizing me up.
“What the fuck are you doing, Bunny? Stop, girl,” I protested trying to push her hands away but finding that my strength was nonexistent.
“I’m helping you out baby. Daisy ain’t hitting this shit right and you know it. I can take care of you baby. What one woman won’t do, another one will,” she recited before enveloping her lips around my dick and going to work.
Chapter 10
Meanwhile, Somewhere Across Town
Embry
“This nigga won’t even listen to me man. We need to reconnect with the Columbians in New York and get reinforcements and then we can take Mata Amigos’ ass down. He crying he wants to enjoy his money but how the fuck he gonna do that shit if he’s de
ad?” Montana said handing me the blunt.
I rolled my hips back and forth on top of his readily erect dick loving how he tapped my uterus with his length. He sucked on my inviting brown nipples as I took a few puffs on the blunt blowing the smoke directly in his face. I stroked the waves in his hair like it was the best thing I had ever felt.
“Montana, you know once he sets his mind right that’s it. But I got a way we can get him to see it your way and make a little money on the side.” I bounced harder up and down on his dick loving the feeling it sent inside of me. Montana didn’t respond, too engaged in my straddling to pay attention. “You can set up a meeting between Q and the Colombians secretly and then when the meeting comes up, you show up instead of him. I’ll hit Daisy for a loan from her mom’s insurance money to front the business merger for the Colombians. You have to cop that work from them so they know you all are in business and Q will never put up his half with you. So I got you. Once you have the merger on lock, there’s no way Q can deny it. He’ll have to either go along with it or get left out. You get me?”
Montana popped my tit out of his mouth after hearing and realizing what I had just explained. “Q will never go for the shit. Bitch is you listening? He doesn’t want to have anything to do with the Colombians at all.”
I smashed his face back into my savory tits and continued to bounce on his rock hard dick more than a basketball in the NBA Finals.
“No motherfucka. We will tell the Colombians that Q is ready to but you will be doing all the talking. Only you will be there and only you will be running the show. If Q can’t get with that, then we let that nigga handle Mata on his fucking own. Got it?” The two of us laughed at my devilish plan. Montana’s body tightened up and I felt him about to burst all into my split, pumping into me just as hard as I plopped down on him.
