by Ciarra
“What you doing bae,” she moaned in my ear.
‘’Man, I need some of this wet-wet, what’s up?” I looked at her and asked. I grabbed Tiffany’s hand so I could lead her to my room and put the paws on her. We got up to the room and I laid Tiffany down. I pulled her shirt down and started to suck on her nipples. One thing about Tiffany was that she had had her nipples pierced, and I loved them. I loved to suck on them. I scooted myself down to her stomach. I was going to eat the shit out of her tonight. I grabbed her feet and placed them on my shoulders, spread her legs apart and dove in headfirst. I began flicking my tongue across her sweetness. “Damn Tiffany,” I moaned out. I knew she loved my tongue game so I wasn’t the least bit of worried. I continued to stick my tongues in and out of her pussy. When I decided it was time for me to stick my finger into her asshole, she jumped; she was never ready for that
.
“You like that Tiffany?” I asked her in between the licks. I decided to release a big cloud of spit on her pussy. I stood and started to fix my pants to get them to come down. I pulled my pants down and then removed my boxers.
“Oh Jay, I don’t think I’m ready for him,” she said. I placed the head of my dick into the slit of her pussy. I pushed myself in and let the wetness engulf dick. Damn her shit felt good. I started pumping in and out of her.
“Damn you feel good Tiff!!” I moaned out. I felt like a bitch moaning like that, but oh well, good pussy was hard to find.
“Oooh baby,” she cried out to me. I pulled out and flipped her onto her back and dug her shit the fuck out like how a nigga was supposed to do.
Dayja
Man, fuck any and everything that girl Brook was spitting. Yes, we had grown up together but I didn’t give a fuck about her. I’m still uncertain about how things went, and to be completely honest I still felt like she had something to do with Lovely being killed. Lovely didn’t have beef with anybody. Yess she did her dirt but she wasn’t out there like that. Lovely went to school and robbed people on the side to get what she wanted. But she never started drama. She was never messy or none of that crap. I sat around my brother’s house and thought about the fact that Brook was pregnant, probably with my niece or my nephew, although she could be carrying Bees child too. At one point in time, she was getting down and dirty with him freely when they first meet. I shrugged my shoulders. That was not my problem though. I picked up the phone and dialed the one person that I could count on. Killa.
“Who dis?” he answered on the first ring.
“Umm, this is Dayja,” I said softly. I honestly didn’t think he was going to answer that quickly. I heard him chuckle and turn the music down.
“What’s up little miss ‘take what she wants’,” he said. I wanted to get offended but I couldn’t help but to laugh myself.
“Ha-ha funny,” I told him while smirking.
“How you doing, you straight?” he asked. That was one thing I loved about Killa, he was a caring person at heart. I started to reminisce on the day he rescued me from St. Paul.
I woke up in my truck, keys still in the ignition, but my body ached. I moaned out, “help” to no one in particular. I looked around trying to figure out where I was. My head was spinning I was so dizzy. I got out, walked up to the street pole and saw the sign ‘University Street’, which meant I was in St. Paul. I broke down and cried. I walked across the street to the gas station. “Excuse me, can I use your phone?” I asked the guy behind the counter. “Yes ma’am, do you need an ambulance?” the Mexican man behind the counter asked me. “No thanks, I’m fine, I’m just going to walk outside.” When I got outside, I tried calling my brother’s number, but no one answered. “Shit!” I screamed. I turned around to hand dude back his phone, when I felt someone grab my shoulder. I turned around ready to fight and was face to face with Killa. “What’s up shorty, you alright? What happened to you, you stood me up and shit?” I instantly broke down and cried to him. “They killed my sister when I tried to leave my driveway. Someone broke my window and did something to me and I woke up here,” I cried as I hugged him.
Killa chuckled, “damn what y’all be doing to these people out here in the soda pop. Where’s you truck? I’ll walk you over there and follow you. I got heat, I’m straight.” I ran back in and gave the Mexican man his phone and we walked to my truck. When I got there my truck was gone. I looked around but there was no sight of anybody or anything, which meant someone was watching me. “What’s wrong man?” he asked. I dropped to my knees. “It’s gone! My truck was parked right here but it’s gone.” Killa picked me up and carried me to his car. “Don’t worry ma, I got you.” I cried my eyes out, I just couldn’t figure out what went wrong. He laid me down in his truck and I just cried myself to sleep in the back seat.
“Wake up ma,” Killa shook me to wake me up.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“In Hudson ma,” he said and took a pull on his cigarette.
“Everybody got them a crib in Hudson,” I chuckled; wouldn’t hurt to laugh. I walked around Killa’s house and couldn’t help but to admit that it was nice, beautiful, peaceful and quiet. I felt bad. Here this nice man was being a good thug nigga to me and I was planning to rob him a few hours ago. During my stroll on the walk-thru of the house, Killa told me he ran me a hot bubble bath in the master bedroom. I asked him for his phone and sat my dirty ass in that hot ass bath water.
“So let me guess, you just called my phone to reminisce?” he said to me. He snapped me back to reality.
“My bad, I just started thinking about the past, I guess, but what you doing?” I asked him.
“Can I see you Killa, please?” I blurted out before I knew it.
“Are you going to try and rob me again?” he asked me. I knew he wasn’t joking.
“No Killa, I just need somebody to talk to,” I told him. We both agreed to meet up in the Applebee’s in Brooklyn Center. I immediately hopped in the shower and threw on something nice and sexy. I needed Killa to remember that I was not just anybody, I could change my ways. One thing for sure, I didn’t mind showing him that I was able and capable of doing that. I threw on a quick pink jumpsuit and some sneakers, and I was right out the door. I walked past Jay and Tiffany and told them I would be back later. Tiffany asked me where I was going but I told her ass outside. She was beginning to ask a lot of questions but I couldn’t tell her I was going to see Killa right in front of Jay’s face. He didn’t like Killa but I still did and she knew that.
As soon as I pulled up into the Applebee’s in Brooklyn Center, I spotted Killa walking into the restaurant. He didn’t notice me as I drove by. I parked my rental and fixed my makeup. I was feeling very good tonight for some odd reason. These are the times I wish Lovely was around or even Brook. I needed some girl time. I stayed in the car for another ten minutes just to make him wait and then I got out. As soon as I opened the car door, I felt a blow to the head that knocked me straight to the ground. Next thing I knew I felt a kick to my face. I immediately put my hands up to my face to block the hits. They still continued to kick me all over my body though. I kept feeling myself getting weaker and weaker. I felt my soul leaving my body. Killa set me up that quick. Next thing I knew I heard a click and I just knew I was going to meet to my maker this time. I was really going to be on my way hell.
POP! And the kicks stopped but I heard them scream and run away. I felt somebody pick me up before darkness surrounded me.
Killa
I placed Dayja in my truck. She really had bad luck everywhere she went. Luckily, I was leaving Applebee’s because I thought she stood me up but she didn’t stand me up, she was outside getting her ass stomped on. As soon as I walked outside I saw the person jumping and stomping on her. As soon as they spotted me, the person turned around and ran. I had gotten a glimpse of what the person looked like and I was shocked myself. They always say your friends are snakes. I looked down and chuckled to myself as Dayja covered her face. I remember when we would play fight; she would always p
ut her hands on her face. “Don’t mess up my beautiful face,” she would say. I was hitting the gas and driving to North Memorial Hospital fast. I pulled up to the emergency entrance and hopped out. She was bleeding from her head on down. Her shirt was torn and even though she was dark, you could still see her skin beginning to bruise up and start swelling. Damn, they did a number or her.
“I need help!” I yelled out. I picked her up and the doctors came with the stretcher and I sat her on there.
“I walked out the restaurant and I see some people stomping on her,” I told a lady. They took her away from me. I had already knew once she opened her eyes, she was going to think I had something to do with it, but this time I didn’t. I contemplated if I wanted to stay just to hear what the doctors had to say, but I didn’t even want to risk running into her nut ass brother. I was really sitting here trying to figure out what to do. I didn’t want to leave her like this.
I walked outside of North Memorial Hospital and walked to the nearest bench. I picked up the phone and dialed Loco’s number. As soon as he picked up I told him to call Slim on three-way. Once I heard him click Slim in, I immediately told them what happen with Dayja. Slim was just as shocked as I was.
“Damn man, I bet you I know who did that to her too,” Loco said to me in the phone.
“Who bruh?” I replied back to him. I was shaking my head. I was really hoping that he didn’t do it his self or hire anybody on my situation.
“That bitch Brook. We had gone out a few times and one day she called me out the blue and asking me could I get her a nine and she said she wanted to rob Dayja, but I told her I wasn’t getting involved in that shit, straight up,” he said. I believed him right off the back. Loco was never the dude to get involved in somebody else’s beef that didn’t have anything to do with him or his brothers.
“Damn bro, that’s deep,” Slim chinned in and said. I blew the steam out my mouth. Damn, why did Brook want to fuck with Dayja? They were cool. They were friends. They were more like sisters when I first met them.
“She said something like Dayja has been acting funny towards her and shit. I guess she just got fed up,” Loco said into the phone. I shook my head back and forth. Damn, shit just got real.
“Well they must have been following her because she and I had planned to meet up at Applebee’s and I walked outside and saw them stomping her head in,” I told my brothers. Next thing I knew I heard Slim start cracking up laughing. I couldn’t help myself but to start cracking up too. I sat on the phone with them for a moment before going back into the hospital. It was going on midnight. I really had shit to do and didn’t want to sit up here all fucking night but damn, I didn’t have a choice.
“Family for Dayja Williams,” a doctor walked up and said. I took a stand and walked up to him. I looked around and felt bad none of her family members were here. What if the doctors said she was dead then it would be my fault because I invited her there.
“She is fine and she has awakened. She did a take a bad beating, and the kicks to her ribs have her side swollen. Depending on the times she wakes up, she will be able to go home. Whoever did this to her must didn’t really want to hurt her because she didn’t have any broken bones. We get a lot of patients that come in here with broken bones and other stuff. She will need to take it easy and be very cautious. Are you her husband?” the doctor asked me.
“No, I’m her boyfriend,” I told the doctor. He told me her room number, shook my hand and he was out the way. I started walking to her door.
I opened up her door and Dayja was laying there with her back facing the door. “What’s up lil’ Mama?” I said to her. She turned around and her eyes got big and scared. “I didn’t do this to you Dayja, I promise I didn’t. I was the one who brought you here. I was sitting at Applebee’s waiting on you and I thought you stood me up, so I walked outside and saw someone beating you up. Damn Dayja, how many people have you hurt in the past?” I said to her. Even though I knew who did this to her I still had to make it seem like I didn’t know. I was going to tell Dayja at a later time and at that time, I was going to have Brook with me.
“I don’t know Killa, damn, I guess what’s done in the dark does come to the light. Thank God you were there or I would have really fucked been up,” she said to me. We stared at each other for a moment and then she turned around. She had a hard time moving around and turning due to the fact she was still in pain.
“I know who did this,” she blurted out and said.
“Who?”
“Brook’s ass, but it’s cool. I’m grown, I’mma let her have that moment, but the next time I’mma kill that bitch,” she looked over her shoulder and said to me. Just then, two detectives walked in and said they wanted to speak to her. I knew right then and there and it was time for me to go, since she knew who did it. It confirmed that she did have beef with Brook and maybe I shouldn’t get in it. Would have been nice to get my hands dirty but shid, that was personal beef. I walked out the hospital, shot Slim a text and let him know I was on my home. Today was long day and a nice shower, some wet pussy and a bed was calling my name.
Dayja
After Killa left, I told the detectives that I didn’t know anything and they finally left. I was disgusted with myself. Why would Brook be on that with me? When it’s all said and done, I really didn’t do anything to her. It’s because of me her ass was let go. I was in so much pain sitting in the hospital. I was relieved when the doctor told me I didn’t have any broken bones or fractured ribs. I smirked at the sound of that. Brook’s ass didn’t know how to fight anyway. Brook was the person to fight somebody she caught off guard, push them to the ground and stomp them. She was never the type of female to go toe to toe with someone. She always fought dirty.
I was sitting in North Memorial contemplating my next move. Was I going to confront her about this? Was I going to let this go? What if Killa never came out, who would have actually help me or would I be dead? I rolled my eyes and sat up. I reached over to the phone, winced in pain, and decided to give my bitch ass brother a call. Hell, he was responsible for majority of this shit anyway. I dialed his number and waited for his ass to pick up. No answer. I dialed his ass again. No answer. I was starting to get pissed off. Here I was sitting in the hospital and couldn’t get an answer from my only family member. I could not believe this shit. I cut the TV off and paged the nurse and told her to close the curtains; I needed a nap. I can’t deal with this shit. I can’t even deal with my life at the moment. I looked at the curtains until I eventually dozed off.
Jay
“Damn Tiff, Tiff, just like that,” I moaned out. I had my hands wrapped around her head was and was gently tugging on her hair. I heard my phone but I couldn’t focus on anything but this head I was receiving. My phone stopped ringing and I was glad. I knew Tiff was going to stop and tell me to get my phone. I closed my eyes to enjoy the wetness and the thickness of her lips, when my phone started ringing again.
“Damn,” I moaned out. Tiff attempted to move her head but I pushed her head right back down. “Do it for daddy, I’m almost there,” I lied and told her. I was nowhere near cumming but I was eventually going to get there. I continued with stroking her hair, getting excited inside. Tiffany was doing her damn thing today. I let go of her hair and pushed her back.
“Get up and ride your dick my lil’ bitch,” I told her. I laid back on the couch and watched her squat on the dick. I positioned myself so she could stand on it and just fall down on my dick. She hated this position but she knew it was my favorite. She started to bounce and up and down on my dick. “Yes baby, just like that,” I cried out. Damn I loved to watch Tiffany bounce up and down on my dick. Her titties were so fucking pretty to me. I took one of my hands and cuffed one of her titties. I felt my nut about to reach.
“I’m finna cum Tiffany, damn baby,” I moaned out.
“I’m cumming too, lets come together,” she said. I started pumping her hard as hell and next thing I knew, I heard fireworks. We were
both panting so hard. Damn shawty, I needed that. Tiffany got up off my dick, came back with a towel and wiped herself and then me. I fell asleep without even thinking about the missed calls I had.
“Bae, somebody called you from North Memorial,” I heard Tiffany call out to me while I was sleep. I grabbed my phone and noticed it was one o’clock in the morning. I called the missed number and sure enough, it was someone from North Memorial. My first thought was hopefully Brook’s dumb ass was going through a miscarriage and was calling me to let me know.
“Jay, your sister is not in the room or the living room either; do you think it was her calling from there?” Tiffany came back and said. Damn, I didn’t know what to think.
“Call the hospital and see if she is there and if she’s not then it could be Brook’s dumb ass,” I told Tiffany. I then turned back and around and dozed off. I had to admit that Tiffany put it and down and I was tired as hell. I said a silent prayer that my sister wasn’t in the hospital. I couldn’t deal with anymore bullshit going on right now. I was almost dozing off when Tiffany came back and informed it was my sister in the hospital. I immediately hopped up, threw on my boxers and some sweat pants, and dipped out the house. Damn, if it wasn’t one thing it was another.
