Layla looked at Bless from the corner of her eyes. 'Damn, it feels so weird to have him back. He was the closest thing I've ever had to a father. And to think a few days ago, he was the shadow and I was trying to blow his head off.”
“It's good to be back and it's ok, Layla,” Bless said.
Layla looked at him strangely as if he could hear her inner thoughts, “It’s okay for what?” Layla asked with a puzzled look on her face.
“It’s okay that you tried to kill me. You had no idea it was me. And no, I can’t read your mind. Your facial expression had what you’re thinking written all over it,” Bless said making them both burst out in laughter.
“Do you really think Tess's plan will work? We are about to try to sneak through the city owned by the Santiago Cartel that wants us dead,” Layla replied after she stopped laughing.
“One thing I know is Tess will never let the people she love down. Has she ever given you a reason to believe that she can’t follow through?” Bless asked while turning his head looking at her then back at the bumpy road.
“No, she hasn’t,” Layla replied wondering why she even questioned it in the first place.
“I know she hasn’t. I’ve been in a coma for five years and all of ya’ll are still alive. Tess wouldn’t have planned this if she had any doubt that it wouldn’t work,” Bless replied.
“Uhmm, one more question then I’ll stop bothering you,” Layla said.
“You don’t even have to ask the question. I know what it is. Yes, Damou thinks about you and loves you. He has not forgotten about you after all these years, Layla. You are his first love,” Bless replied and watched Layla smile from ear to ear.
It felt good for her to hear those words to know that Damou still kept her in his heart as she did him. 'There is a chance that I will have my happy ending and the life that I want,' she thought to herself as her mind replayed the last time they saw each other.
Bless and Tess had just given the order to people for war. Layla was sitting on the couch cleaning her sniper rifle in Damou’s Brownsville Brooklyn apartment. Damou and Layla have been best friends since they were thirteen years old. Bless pretty much had Damou under his wing and raised him as Tess did with Layla. It was if they were designed to be together. Layla and Damou were in charge of running the east New York trap houses, drug trades, keeping the workers in order, and collecting the money. Damou stepped out of the bathroom and walked into the living room with a towel around his waist as his body shimmered from still being dripping wet. He was dark skin complexion and a stocky build. He wasn’t tall at all, about 5’8" in height, but made up for it in attitude. Most who knew him, feared him because he demanded respect. Damou had hazel eyes that seemed to just pull you in. They were loving, deep and sweet, yet cold and dark, like eyes of a killer in which all depended on the way he looked at you. He licked his juicy lips seductively while starring at Layla still cleaning her rifle.
“Come here, baby,” he said while using his index finger to call her over.
Layla smiled from looking at the bulge behind the towel, “No baby, I can see where your mind is at. We don’t have time for that and we need to be getting ready to go,” she replied while smiling.
“Baby, get your sexy ass over here,” he said in a demanding tone that made Layla’s pussy throb.
“Hmm…well, since you said it like that, I guess I have no choice,” she said while putting the rifle down and stood up.
Damou felt his dick grow another inch and tighten up hard. The vein on his dick began to pulsate as he stared at Layla. She had on red lace boy shorts with a matching bra. Her light brown skin complexion is what most would call a red bone. Her hair was jet black and came down to the center of her back, but was braided into one long fishtail braid. Her hips poked out and her thighs were firm. She had more breast than ass wearing a size DD bra. She had almond shaped eyes and juicy pink lips. Damou would try to figure out her nationality every time he lays eyes on her, but it was impossible to do. She looked Salvadorian mixed with black. No one was sure, not even her, because she never knew her mother and father. Layla was forced into foster care at birth and was there until Tess found her.
Layla walked over to Damou very seductively with a look of lust on her face. When she reached him, she grabbed his hand into hers raising it to her face. She placed two of his fingers into her mouth and began to suck them as if they were a penis.
“Damn baby, you so fucking nasty. That’s why I love you, so much,” Damou said while unwrapping the towel from around his waist.
Layla moved his fingers from her mouth and dropped down to her knees with a smile on her face. She stared at his dick. It was short, maybe four inches, but really fat with a vein popping out with a huge mushroom dick head. She opened her mouth and began to suck it. She could feel her mouth stretch out by the thickness of it.
Damou smiled, “Stop baby,” he said while lifting her chin up and helped her onto her feet.
“Why you stop me?” Layla asked with a confused look on her face.
“Because baby…,” Damou said in between kissing her and pulling down her red boy shorts caressing her body.
“Because what?” Layla asked.
“Because you’re not doing it right. Here let me show you how,” he said while pushing her against the living room wall and slowly letting his lips travel around her thighs.
“Ssshh,” Layla let out a hissing sound when his lips met her clit.
“Now, let me tell you what you’re doing wrong baby,” Damou said while kissing her clit.
Layla’s body felt as if it was in ecstasy, “Oh baby! What was I doing wrong?” Layla said while moaning and breathing hard.
“You were doing it too nice. You have to do it sloppy and messy baby,” he said while speeding up the pace and moving his head from side to side.
“Ahh ssssh, oh God! What the fuck!” Layla screamed as she felt her pussy lips and clit go inside of his mouth sucking real fast. He stopped to spit on her pussy and again surrounded her pussy with his lips.
“Damn, you’re fucking nasty,” Layla said with her facial expression balled up in pleasure. He raised her left leg up and rested it on his shoulder while his tongue flicked up and down pleasing her, “Oh fuck, baby! Fuck!” she moaned as half of her body trembled.
“Mmm yes, you taste so sweet,” Damou moaned while his tongue flicked up and down repeatedly at a fast pace tasting and pleasing her.
“Ahh, oh shit!” Layla moaned as she couldn’t take anymore and her sweet juices rushed out of her. Damou shook his face left and right. “Ahh! Stop!” Layla screamed from being unable to take it and trying to push his head back. His lips were locked onto her clit. She felt as if she was going to pass out from coming over and over.
Damou finally stopped. Layla was breathing hard and he was trying to catch her breath. Layla looked down at Damou and smiled from seeing her cum all over his face. “You so nasty,” she said while still breathing hard.
“The nastier the better, baby,” he replied while wiping the cum off of his face with the towel that was on the floor next to him.
He dropped the towel and stood up grabbing her left leg locking it into his biceps while using his right hand to grab his dick and guide himself into her warm pussy. “Uggh!” Layla gasped for air as the head of his penis went deep inside her. She knew Damou wasn’t working with much when it came to length, but the thickness of it and the fact that he knew how to work it made up for it.
Damou noticed she wasn’t screaming loud enough and he wasn’t getting deep enough penetration. He lifted her up and eased them both onto the floor with her on top. Layla’s eyes opened wide when feeling the fullness of his penis inside of her. She began to rock her hips back and forth. “Yes baby, ride that dick,” he moaned while smacking her ass hard. She rocked even faster and harder while bouncing up and down.
“Ahaha! Yes!” she moaned as her juices splashed all over his thigh and stomach and covered his thick dick in clear cum. Her body shiv
ered as she collapsed on top of his chest out of breath. She could feel Damou’s strong arms wrap around her body and him beginning to thrust in and out of her pussy. “Oh yes! Fuck yes!” she screamed while tears of pleasure and pain ran down her face, “Ahh, oh God!” she moaned as he pounded harder and faster while holding her tight. Her ass bounced up and down on his thick dick stretching her pussy.
“This my pussy right?” Damou moaned.
“Yes baby, fucking yes!” Layla screamed feeling his dick expand in her pussy.
“Uggh grr!” Damou made a growling sound and pounded as hard as he could.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Layla hollered at the top of her lungs and felt his warm cum rush inside of her.
They both laid on the floor feeling paralyzed, covered in sweat, and breathing hard. She smiled feeling his dick shrink in size inside her. And their wet juices leaked out of her.
“What if we don’t make it back from the war or save Vanessa? This may be our last time being together. I want you to know that I love you,” Damou stated.
“Don’t speak like that. I’ll be right back in your arms once all of this is over. Nothing can keep us apart. I promise you that,” Layla said meaning every word, “Mmm,” she moaned from feeling his dick grow inside of her once more.
“Damou has changed. He is not the same man we both knew five years ago,” Bless said.
The sound of his voice snapped Layla out of reminiscing about the last time she was with her true love. “I don’t think none of us are the same people we were five years ago,” Layla replied.
Bless looked at her from the corner of his eyes, 'She’s right. She is not the same nineteen year old from five years ago. She is a grown ass woman, had seen more than me, and killed more than she can count. Maybe I’m the only one that stayed the same frozen in a coma in one spot while the world continued to turn,' Bless thought to himself while continuing to follow Tess’s truck through the jungle.
CHAPTER 7
Vanessa stepped on the pedal hard speeding using the river to help guide her. Two more trucks were side by side traveling with her filled with what was left of the Asian Mafia soldiers. Vanessa looked at her passenger loading and cocking an Uzi making her mind wonder. “Damn, I miss my sister Ebony,” she said out loud without even realizing.
“You have a sister?” the woman in the passenger seat asked.
Vanessa looked at Su-Yu before she spoke, “I had a sister. She was murdered and watching you play with that gun made me think of her. Her favorite weapon was a tech 9mm machine," Vanessa said. 'I can’t believe I’m telling her this. Just a few days ago, she was trying to kill me and my peoples. And now we’re on the same side,' Vanessa thought to herself.
Su-Yu was a lieutenant in the Asian Mafia. Her skin complexion was the color of ivory. She looked as if she could be the sister of the actress Lucy Liu. The only difference was her shoulder length, blonde hair. She had beautiful blue eyes in which had people wondering how a china woman could have such exotic eyes, but only a few were able to get that close to her to even notice. Su-Yu was only 5 feet tall and weighed 110 pounds, but one of the world’s most deadly female assassins. If she wasn’t part of the Asian Mafia, she would have been a great Teflon Diva. “Who killed her and did you get revenge?” Su-Yu asked. You could hear the Chinese accent when she spoke.
“Yes, I killed the man responsible for her death, but I have yet to kill the one who was behind setting it up,” Vanessa replied.
“Mmm, I thought the Teflon Divas never miss a target. You all are famous for never failing a job,” Su-Yu said while giggling.
“Well, the person who pulled the strings behind my sister’s death is the same person that killed your cousin Young,” Vanessa replied sarcastically.
“Uhumm, So, it was Iris. It’s funny how the ones that are the closest to us are the ones to bring the most harm on us. Honestly, I was highly upset when my boss told me the contract for the Teflon Divas was cancelled and our only target was Iris. I was so looking forward to killing you all and testing your combat skills one-on-one. The Teflon Divas are known for their superb martial arts skills that you all trained for in Japan for a few years. I welcome the challenge.” Su-Yu replied.
“Hahaha!” Vanessa burst out laughing before she spoke, “No disrespect, but ya’ll never stood a chance against us. The Asian Mafia has been chasing us for five years and never could get close enough to even use their hands. Tess is always one step ahead. She sees people coming and reacts a mile away, but I’m happy we’re on the same side. We loved Young. He was family to us and seeing that bitch, Iris, burn for hurting all those we love is going to bring joy to my heart,” Vanessa said then looked into her rearview mirror and could see five trucks closing in on her fast.
She squinted her eyes and could see Iris behind the wheel of one of the trucks with her left hand out of the window gripping a MP-5 machine gun squeezing the trigger sending a burst of bullets crashing into the back window of Vanessa’s Range Rover shattering the glass.
“Speaking of the devil!” Vanessa shouted.
Su-Yu caressed her Uzi while starring at Vanessa. 'Short hair bitch, I should shoot you now. I know I can take her and Layla. It's Tess and Iris that’ll be a problem because they are just as good as me,' Su-Yu thought to herself after having mixed emotions from Vanessa’s last statement.
“What the fuck are you waiting for? Shoot back already,” Vanessa said while driving and keeping her head low. The bumps on the dirt road by the river caused the truck to bounce up and down repeatedly like a roller coaster. Su-Yu continued to stare at Vanessa and hesitated following orders…… something that she’d soon regret. She could see out of Vanessa’s driver side window and looked at the truck on the left of them were filled with five Asian Mafia soldiers.
“Here, switch places with me,” Iris ordered the Santiago Cartel henchman sitting in the passenger seat.
“But how? We’re driving,” he replied
“I swear if you clowns make me miss my bitches… just scoot the fuck over while I climb over you,” Iris said while controlling the steering wheel slowly climbing over the henchman.
A grin spread across his face with Iris being on his lap for just a half a second and his hand rested on her ass.
“Pendejo!” Iris cursed in Spanish.
“I’ll handle you when I’m finish with them,” she said through her clenched teeth while opening the sunroof then grabbed the grenade launcher from the back seat. Iris stood up in the passenger seat hanging halfway out of the sunroof. She aimed and squeezed the trigger sending a small rocket grenade flying at top speed towards its target.
Su-Yu fought with her emotions while starring at Vanessa. “I told you to shoot or we both die!” Vanessa screamed feeling her vibe.
Su-Yu's eyes opened up wide as the Range Rover she was looking at through Vanessa’s driver side window exploded with her men inside. Body and car parts flew all over the bumpy road. And an arm landed on Vanessa’s windshield.
“Hahaha!” Iris laughed like an insane woman.
“Noooo!” Su-Yu screamed in her deep Chinese accent and popped her head out of the passenger side window holding the Uzi with both hands while squeezing the trigger screaming, “Ahhhh!” bullets crashed into the hood of one of the trucks behind them. The truck stopped short when the engine caught on fire. Bullets crashed into the windshield and slammed into the face and chest of the passenger and driver. The three men in the back seat hollered as the truck flipped over and exploded.
“Damn bitch! I’d hate to get you mad,” Vanessa said while driving.
Su-Yu reloaded her gun and stuck her body back out of the window and squeezed the trigger to her black Uzi sending burst of automatic fire towards Iris's head.
“Oh shit!” Iris shouted while dropping the grenade launcher and getting down from the sunroof window causing the bullets to miss her. “Stop the car, something isn’t right!” Iris shouted to the Cartel henchman driving the truck.
“Why señora? We h
ave them. There's only two trucks left and we will be able to take them out,” the henchman replied.
“This don’t feel right,” Iris said as her mind raced back when she was in the refugee camp after killing Marina, “What did that doctor say about Ayoyna and Isis? Oh now I remember, he said they had forty-eight hours to live, unless they get to a hospital. But, we’re driving south to the Haitian border and that’ll take three days. That’s if they can out run and outsmart us. Plus, there isn’t enough trucks. Tess had more people with her. Why hasn’t she opened fire on me? She would have tried to take my head off. Something is just not right,” Iris said out loud trying to put pieces of the puzzle together. “Stop the fucking car!” Iris shouted.
“No! Our orders are to kill all of the Teflon Divas and we have them,” The Santiago Cartel henchman said.
“Stupid motherfucker, it’s a diversion,” Iris shouted while pulling the chrome 40 caliber handgun from the thigh holster and pressed it against the temple of the henchman and pulled the trigger. Sending a bullet into his skull and coming out of the other side of his head spraying brain tissue with blood all over the seat and window. Iris quickly grabbed the steering wheel as the truck swerved out of control. She opened the driver side door and kicked the dead henchman's body out of the moving truck and quickly did a U-turn. The other trucks followed her lead. “That smart fucking, bitch. I should have known she was crazy enough to go through the Santiago city. This was just to throw me off now I have to catch up with the bitch. Very smart Tess, very smart. But, I can read your mind, baby. I know what you’re thinking,” Iris said while speeding down the road.
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