by Lucinda John
“Lala, are you ok,” Joey asked.
“Yes, I’m fine just getting dressed,” I said wiping the tears that were now falling.
“Ok. Lunch is ready.”
“I’ll be out in a sec.”
Whispering a prayer of strength, I dressed in a long black maxi dress. I put the diamond studs Stacks bought me in my ears along with the matching bracelet. I slipped my feet in my Michael Kors sandals, grabbed all my things, and stuffed them in my duffel bag.
As I neared the kitchen, I could smell the food Joey was preparing. He was standing next to the stove shirtless, in a pair of black sweat pants, drinking a glass of what I assumed was a shake. The way his muscles flexed every time he lifted the glass to his lips to take a sip had my kitty doing flips.
“It’s rude to stare,” he said noticing me salivating over him.
“I didn’t mean to be rude.”
“You’re good.” He flashed me with a smile that almost made me pass out. “Take a seat,” he said motioning toward the table.
I sat down and he brought two plates over to the table with two bottles of water. I gave grace before positioning my napkin across my lap and picking up my fork.
“It smells good, what is this?” I asked.
“Its veggie stuffed zucchini.”
I was hesitant to try to the food at first, but when the food hit my tongue and my taste buds got a hold of it, I was singing a different tune.
“This is really good,” I complimented before taking another bite.
“Thank you. Nothing like a great meal to back up a great workout.”
“Thanks again for helping me tone up.”
“No need, the pleasure is all mine,” he flirted and flashed me another one of those orgasmic smiles.
During lunch, we ate and made small talk. Joey was so intelligent and he always seemed to stimulate my mind. He differed from James and Stacks. Maybe because he was a legit businessman versus being a king pin. Whatever it was he was slowly pulling me in. While helping Joey clean the kitchen, my phone started to ring. Looking down at it I started to push ignore until I saw Stacks’ father calling. Drying my hand, I slid my finger across the screen.
“Hola, papa,” I answered.
“Necesito que vayas mango carla ahora! (I need you to go handle Carla now!)” he angrily shouted before hanging up the phone. I sent Ralph a text telling him to meet me at the house in fifteen minutes.
“I’m sorry to have to cut this short, but I have a family emergency,” I said as I faced Joey.
“Is everything ok?”
“It will be. I’ll call you.” I gave him a hug. As soon as our bodies touched, it was like a jolt of electricity shot through my body. It felt so good to be in someone’s arms that I wanted to just lay there. Gathering the strength I needed, I broke our embrace. Picking up my duffle bag, he walked me to the car where we made promises to see each other later before I pulled off.
The guards had the gate opened for me, so I pulled in and saw Ralph waiting for me on my front porch.
“What’s up did, Papa fill you in?” I asked.
“Yes, where were you?” he asked giving me the side eye.
“Really, Ralph?” I asked keying in the code to the front door. It was the same code Stacks showed me. For some reason, I was able to change everything about the house, but didn’t want to change the code.
“What did Carla do?” I asked steering a way from his line of questioning.
“She’s been stealing money and drugs. Papa was able to have an undercover working with her to monitor her every move. She’s bringing in four times more than what the numbers say on paper.”
“Suit the men up, we’re making a trip,” I said stomping up the stairs. I was pissed, I knew this bitch was playing dirty, but I didn’t know she was this dirty. Not only was she making the profits, she was making more than expected and not even giving us our cut, which was the agreement we made.
I walked inside of Stacks’ office, which I had extended and turned into a his/hers office. I needed an office space, however I didn’t want to get rid of none of Stacks’ things. I planned on holding onto everything for as long as I possibly could.
Powering on my MacBook Pro, I made reservations for Anna, the kids and her family at the Disney hotel. I was going to send them on vacation for a month until everything had blown over. I emailed her all the reservation information, scheduled to have a car pick them up, and wired her enough money to last them. When I was done, I packed them each a bag of the all the things they would need before sitting it by the door.
Putting the code in my gun case, I pulled out my two favorite guns and placed them on the table. I zipped up my bulletproof vest and buttoned up my all black Versace silk blouse. Wiggling in a pair of black Versace slacks, I made sure my blouse was neatly tucked inside before wrapping a black belt around my waist.
I put my French pedicured toes in my black pumps, then put my arms through my black vest. I positioned one of my guns in the small of my back and the other I placed in my purse. Printing some paperwork from the computer, I neatly put them in my briefcase and made my way out the door.
“Look at Columbiana,” Ralph laughed.
“Shut up and let’s go, we have to make a stop at Anna’s,” I said calling Anna and letting her know I was on the way.
“What you pushing today?” Ralph asked.
“My all black Lincoln LS.”
“Dressed in all black, huh?”
“And you know this mane,” I said trying my best to imitate Chris Tucker.
When we arrived in front of Anna’s two-story brick house, I went inside to say hello to my babies. Picking each of them up, I played with them and kissed them on their chubby cheeks. I told Anna about their trip and she was happy. She kept thanking me when I should have been the one thanking her for agreeing to watch my babies for a month.
I wanted to cry when it was time for me go, but decided not to. I took a look at Amire and gave him another kiss; he was my real miracle baby because I had no idea I was carrying him. Being in his presence really warmed my heart because he was a spitting image of his father.
Young Jeezy’s Thug Motivation 101 CD was bumping through the speakers as we made our way to Doral. When we arrived, I made my way to all of Carla’s traps and shut them all down, taking all the money and drugs with me. After cleaning out the traps, I made my way to their family’s home.
“How may I help you?” the guard asked.
“I’m here to see señor Carl and señorita Carla.”
“One minute.”
After waiting for ten minutes, the gates finally unlocked and I was granted access. Parking my car in the circular driveway, we walked to the front door where we were frisked. The jackass the frisked me was too busy trying to feel on my ass that he didn’t notice the gun in the small of my back.
“To what do I owe this visit?” Carl asked once he met us in the foyer.
“I’m here to tell you that we are no longer interested in doing business with you or your daughter.”
“And who made this decision?”
“I did. After your daughter broke your end of the deal. Profits from this territory was supposed to be split with us and for some reason your daughter has been seeing money that we aren’t.”
“I see,” he said scratching his head. “Well, how can we fix this?”
“It’s a done deal. It cannot be fixed. Your family is no longer in the loop and the territory is ours.” I reached in the briefcase and handed him the papers. “To avoid conflict, I am willing to buy you out.”
He took the papers, ripped them, and then threw them in my face.
“Do you know what this mean?”
“It means, I am taking my business away from you, your city will dry up because I am the connect. So, if you want to still benefit you should really pick up the pieces of that contract, locate the dotted line, and sign it!”
“You little black bitch.”
“That’s Ms. Black B
itch to you, wetback.”
“Padre esa pequeña perra negro ha perdido la razón (father that little black bitch has lost her mind),” Carla said as she stormed in the room not even noticing that I was standing here.
“I may be a bitch, but you will respect me,” I smirked catching her off guard. She tried to smack me, so I punched her in the nose causing her to fly backwards and crash into the glass table. At the moment, the guards started rushing in with their guns drawn. Ralph simply hit a button on his cell phone and all of my men were waiting, surrounding the whole house with guns drawn, as well. They had about ten men, but that was no match for the twenty I came with not including the snipers. I was a well-prepared woman.
“This is going to turn really messy unless you advise your men to get their guns out of my fucking face!” I snapped.
Carl made a hand signal and everyone simultaneously dropped their guns except Ralph, who was still standing there with a gun in each hand. One of the guards went to help Carla off the floor, giving her a rag to hold up against her nose that was now gushing blood.
“Now, the offer no longer stands. Your days of pushing weight in Miami are over. No connect will deal with you and no one will work these blocks for you. A little word of advice, never bite the hands of the little black bitch who feeds you!” I snapped and like the boss bitch I was, I walked out of the house not even looking back.
“Look at Columbiana handling business.”
“Shut up Ralph and take me home,” I said tossing him the keys.
“On the real though, what’s up with you and dude?” he asked.
“Nothing we just chilling.”
“I don’t trust his ass.”
“Why not?”
“I’m good at reading people and he’s a snake.”
“Ralph, Stacks is gone. I’m going to have to move on at some point of my life,” I replied.
He looked as if he was going to say something, but decided against it.
“Speak ya mind. It’s not good to hold your tongue, that’s how you get bad breath.”
“Nothing, just watch him that’s all.”
I knew that wasn’t what he was going to say, but I didn’t want to further press the issue. When we arrived to my house, Ralph said a quick ‘goodbye’ and got in his car and left. I guess he was feeling some type of way.
Since I was without the kids, I decided to clean the house from top to bottom and rearrange a few things. Stripping down to my bra and undies, I tied my hair up in a bun, and blasted my new Usher CD.
Three hours later, my house was spotless. The smell of brown sugar and honey suckle gave the house a nice cozy feel. I went through the cabinets and made a grocery list, while pulling out some Salmon to cook for dinner. Sautéing my veggies and shrimp in a garlic and butter herb sauce, I placed the fish in the mixture and allowed it to cook.
I made a small pot of rice, and some green beans to go along with my meal. Waiting for everything to cook, I rolled me a fat blunt, and grabbed a strawberry daiquiri Seagram from the refrigerator.
I took a seat on the counter sparking up my blunt and taking tokes until my food was ready. Instantly, memories of Stacks began to flood my mind. It started from the first day I bumped into his car, from the day he asked me to be his girl, the first time we had sex, to our first argument.
I laughed out loud at how well he knew me and how he always knew what I was thinking before I even said anything. It was hard to live the life I was now forced to live without my soul mate.
Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I grabbed my food, placed it in on a tray, and watched Paid In Full while I enjoyed my meal. My mind briefly wandered off to Joey, so I decided to give him a call. It rung the first couple of times, but then he started sending me to his voicemail. Shrugging my shoulders, I sent him a text, and finished my dinner in peace.
Chapter 9
Ashley
“No, she didn’t!” I said handing Loye a glass of wine.
“Yes, bitch she did, she came to me with a picture of Lala and asked me to transform her into the girl like I’m some damn magician.”
“Nah. That bitch was on some crazy type shit for real though,” I laughed and took a sip of my wine.
“Tell me about it, but when you hear from chick tell that hoe run me my money please.”
“I haven’t heard from her since Stacks died.”
“Well I’mma have to google all the crazy homes in this bitch cause I still want my money.”
I doubled over in laughter while holding onto my abdomen. Loye’s crazy ass was killing me. Ashley was an ok chick, but I didn’t too much care for her. All I needed was for her to fuck up Lala’s life and now that Stacks was dead, her life was already ruined. I could only imagine her pathetic ass struggling to raise twins by herself and that alone made me sleep well at night.
“Well, bitch I’m get going so that I could beat traffic. I don’t know why yo ass decided to come live way out here in the country and shit, but that ain’t none of my business. Kiss my god baby when he wakes up from his nap,” Loye said brushing his long bond mane. He then gathered his things and left.
I had been calling my fiancé over and over for the past five hours, but was still getting no answer. I knew that he was back from his cop convention, so I couldn’t understand why this nigga felt the need to play these type of games.
Originally, the purpose of me getting with Detective Armstrong was for him to help me take Stacks down. We both had our motives, he wanted to take down Miami’s biggest King Pin so that he could be up for that lead detective position, and I just wanted to cause Lala hell. But when Stacks died, everything else did too and we’d been dating since.
I couldn’t have asked for a better man. He was a great father to my son. He took me from the slums of the Pork ‘N’ Beans Projects to a nice two-story house in Westen. I was driving an Audi truck, and we wanted for nothing. Most importantly, I finally knew how it felt to have a guy really love you.
“Mama,” Ashton cried out from his room.
“Mommy is coming baby.”
I went to his room and lifted him up. Ruffling his head full of hair, I walked him over to my bed, so that I could change his diaper. Once I was done, I opened a bag of dehydrated apples and sat them in front of him with a cup of juice. I allowed the Sprout channel to steal his attention while I cleaned up and made dinner.
In the midst of stirring the soup, I took a whiff of the Curve for men cologne that I loved so much. A pair of strong hands wrapped around my hips, as a wet tongue glided across my neck causing my body to tremble in pleasure.
“Where have you been?” I asked trying my hardest not to moan.
“I went by my brother’s club to talk to him for a bit,” he said and slipped his hands in the waist of my shorts. “What’s for dinner?”
“Chicken noodle soup and rice.”
“What did I tell you about all that starch?”
“Well, how else are you supposed to eat chicken soup?” I asked and rolled my eyes. He was such a health freak, always watching my eating habits. It was cute at first, but now it was starting to become so fucking annoying.
“How about we eat the soup without rice, I’m pretty sure it’s hearty enough.”
“Whatever Joey.”
He ripped my shirt off my body and pushed me up against the hallway wall. Putting one of my breasts in his mouth, he bit on it before sucking on it. I arched my back and pushed his head deeper into my breasts. I enjoyed the way his mouth was feeling on them. His hand then found its way in my honey pot. Using my wetness, he started flicking my clit with his thumb and forefinger.
He started to speed up the pace and I begged and pleaded for him not to stop. Feeling my body go through the sensational motions of a nearing orgasm, I opened my legs wider. He pinched my love button with so much force that the pain had me instantly leaking.
I was panting and out of breath trying to regroup when he flung me over his shoulder and carried me over to the sofa. He tried
to take control, but I pushed his hands away and mounted him.
Pulling his shirt from over his head, I licked his sexy, ripped chest. I allowed my tongue to outline every single one of his eight pack, before heading down south. Unbuckling his pants, I released the beast and dove in head first. I rotated my tongue around his dick as I used all my jaw muscles attempting to suck the black off his dick.
He groaned and pushed my head further down into his crotch. Loosening my throat, I swallowed his dick as if I was taking a pain reliever. My pussy started to pulsate as I give him head better than Becky herself.
Gathering more spit in my mouth, I allowed it to coat his dick as I gave him sloppy toppy until he was busting loads down my throat. Sliding on his dick, he let out a light moan and grabbed my hips. It’d been a minute since I had some of daddy’s good dick, so I was going to enjoy it to the fullest. I thought I was in full control of the ride until he started to raise my hips to match his thrust.
“Oh gaaaaaaaaaawd,” I cried in out in pure pleasure as he began to fuck me hard.
“You like when I punish this pussy.”
“Yesssssss daddy I love it!!”
He flipped me over in a sixty-nine position and ate me out until I was cumming, screaming, and begging for mercy all at the same time. Turning me over, he placed each of my legs on his shoulders and fucked me while he pulled on my hair. Good thing I was wearing my natural hair. Pushing my legs back further, he fucked me while making my kitty purr for mercy.
“Oh, shit I’m about to nut.”
“Hold that shit, I want to nut with you,” he demanded digging deeper in my honey pot. I was trying my best to follow his command, but it was as if my pussy had a mind of its on. A few pumps later and I was cumming all over the place.
“So you hard of hearing?” he asked and flipped me over. “Assume the position!”
I tooted my ass in the air as he murdered my cat. I was five seconds away from calling the animal shelter on his ass for animal cruelty.
