by Lucinda John
My mansion was so big that it looked like a whole bunches house scattered around. Since the death of Stacks, I used remodeling as a way to cope and I was glad I did because unless I knew you personally, you wasn’t able to tell which house I actually lived in.
I sent the guard a message to let him in the guesthouse and to keep a close eye on him until I came over. Although I felt that Joey was harmless, I still wanted to take what Ralph said into consideration. Checking my handbag, I made sure I had everything including my hand gun.
Life of a Queen Pin taught me to always stay strap. Taking the secret elevator that I had hidden behind a bookcase, I made my way to the back where the guesthouse was located. Giving the guard a head nod, I entered from the back door and appeared as if I had been in the house the whole time.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.”
“It was no trouble at all,” he said and then licked his lips. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I blushed.
“Are you ready to go?”
“Yes.”
“Where are we going?” I asked as I strapped the seatbelt across my chest once I got into the car.
“To a nice little spot I think you’re going to like.”
A few minutes later, we arrived at Romeo’s Café. I knew he had to be getting mad bread from his clubs because this place wasn’t cheap. Stacks took me here all the time, it was actually one of my favorite places to eat. We were regulars and the whole staff knew us by name. We would practically walk in and was catered to. By the end of the night our meal would usually total $568.00 plus the generous three hundred dollars tip Stacks always left our host. I was praying Joey knew what type of place this was and wasn’t depending on me to go half on the bill with him.
“How are you, Lala?” Jack greeted me as soon as we walked in
“I’m good Jack, how’s Sally and the kids?”
“They’re great?” he looked down at my tummy and noticed it was flat. “And the baby?”
“Babies,” I corrected. “They’re fine, I actually had twins.”
“Twins?” he gasped.
“Yes. Baby B was hiding behind Baby A the whole time.”
“What a blessing,” he said and grabbed two menus. “The usual table?” he asked looking Joey over.
“No, I actually made us reservations,” Joey answered. “Under Armstrong.”
“Ok, here we go. You sure you don’t want the usual table?”
“No, Jack that’s fine,” Joey snarled.
The table Joey was able to get was not as lavish as the table Stacks and I always sat at, but I wasn’t complaining. I really didn’t want to sit at a table I used to enjoy intimate dinners at with my deceased fiancé.
“You’ve been here before?” Joey asked as we were seated.
“Yes a few times.”
“Welcome to Romeo’s-wait, Lala, darling is that you?” the waitress asked.
“Yes GiGi,” I smiled hoping she would just take our orders and go about her business.
“Will you be having the usual?”
“Yes,” I replied, if he couldn’t afford it, I was prepared to pay for it myself.
“Would you like the usual Sta-I mean new guy?” GiGi stuttered when she realized that I wasn’t with Stacks.
“No. But I’ll have the Wagyu Fillet Mignon, roasted garlic potatoes, with the sour cream and chives sauce, and the bacon seared asparagus. By the way it’s Joey, GiGi,” he replied and handed her the menu. “Also a bottle of your finest wine.”
“So, Ms. Lala, I had no idea you were so famous?”
“What do you mean?” I asked taking a sip of my water.
“The who restaurant is practically calling you by your name.”
“I guess because I’ve dined here before,” I shrugged.
“What do you do for a living, if you don’t mind me asking?” he asked trying to get personal.
“I am a doctor that owns three clinics,” I lightly fibbed; it wasn’t his business anyways.
“Really?”
“Yes really.”
“Well that explains why you’re so well known,” he said throwing some shade. I was going to reply, but GiGi returned with the food.
Dinner was eaten in silence. The tension in the air was so thick that I could cut it with my steak knife. Joey called for the bill after dessert and I was anxious to see how this was going to play out. He pulled out his black card and handed it to GiGi without even checking the price. He then pulled out a three hundred dollar tip and put it on the table. Something about that gesture had me feeling some type of way, but I just shrugged it off.
“I’m sorry if I offended you.” He apologized as he led me to the dimly lit sitting area.
“No offense taken.”
“May I have this dance?” he asked as he reached his hands out to me.
I allowed him the swoop me into his arms as we slow danced to the beat. He used his big strong hands to caress my back before resting them on my ass. He pulled me in closer, the coolness from the mint he ate tickled my neck as he whispered his desires for me.
I was so lost in a trance that if he unwrapped my dress in front of all these people and decided to have his way with me, I was willing to allow him to. I moaned as he bit on my neck and started gently nibbling on it.
“You ready to go?” he groaned.
“Yessss.”
The ride to our destination was a blissful one. He had his hands up my dress playing in my treasure the whole drive that I was on my third orgasm when we finally arrived to our stop. I was still skating on cloud nine that I didn’t even realize that we were at his house. He lifted me and carried me into the house and to his bedroom. He laid me down on the plush Nautica sheet set that decorated the bed, and then left the room.
My pussy began to jump in excitement when he returned with a bowl of chocolate and a plate of strawberries. He stripped my body until I resembled the day I entered this world. Rubbing his hand over my perfectly waxed pussy, he dipped his finger in the bowl of chocolate and coated my pussy lips with it. My body waited in anticipation as I waited for him to lick it all of.
“Sssssssss,” I hissed as he used his tongue to torture me. He picked up a strawberry with his teeth, dipped it in the chocolate and used it to play with my love button. I spread my legs wider and allowed the fresh fruit to bring me to another orgasm. With that bowl of chocolate and strawberries, he brought me to ecstasy multiple times. Cleaning me up with his tongue, he shoved it in my mouth so that I could taste the sweetness from the chocolate and my juice. I sucked on his tongue savoring every drop.
“You ready for me?” he asked in a deep husky voice
Unable to speak, all I did was nod my head. Grabbing a condom from his dresser, he applied it to his dick. He wasn’t as big as Stacks, but he wasn’t disappointing either. With one gentle thrust, he entered a spot that was supposed to belong to Stacks. I was starting to feel guilty for giving myself away, but with every stroke he made, my pussy melted and every ounce of guilt I had was gone.
Leaving Passion marks all over my neck, he made sweet love to me that it scared me. He wasn’t rough, he was gentle as he caressed my skin, paying attention to everything that brought me pleasure. He studied my moans and continued to stroke in that direction until he found my G-spot.
“Fuuuuuuuuk!” I cried as he sped up and unmercifully nailed my spot. He squeezed on my breast and shoved them in his mouth as if he was starving and I was his only source of food. He started to fuck me until my vision went blurry and for a second I thought I was legally blind.
He held my legs down as they began to tremble and forced me to ride the wave of my now sixth orgasm. Moments later, I felt his dick grow harder, I matched his every trust until the Magnum he wore captured all of his seeds. Exhaustion took over us as we fell asleep all sweaty and sticky.
***
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of maple bacon. Stretching I noticed the tray of food that sat in front of me.
> “Good morning beautiful,” Joey greeted me.
“Good morning,” I smiled.
“Eat up your breakfast, I left something for you in the bathroom, so you can shower when you’re done. I’ll be down in the gym if you need me,” he winked before walking out of the room.
Picking up my phone, I checked for any missed calls and text messages. I had a multimedia message from Anna, it was a picture of the twins with Mickey and Minnie. I was missing my kids something terrible and was glad that they would be coming home in two weeks. Finishing up my breakfast, I walked to the bathroom and handled my hygiene. Dressed in the shorts and t-shirt Joey left me, I slid my feet in the loafers and went down to the gym.
I could hear Joey in a heated conversation with someone and before I could get close enough to listen in, he signaled for me to hold on and stepped outside. I tried my best to eavesdrop, but it was as if he was whispering. Sitting on the workout bench, I pulled out my phone and made a lunch date with Lisa.
“Sorry about that, work.”
“It’s ok,” I said and stood up. “Thanks for the clothes they fit perfectly.”
“You’re welcome. Let me go freshen up for work then I’ll drop you home.”
“Ok. Cool.”
Forty-five minutes later, he was dressed in some black slacks with a blue button down shirt, and black loafers. The Tommy Hilfiger cologne he was wearing brought back memories of James and I instantly felt sick to my stomach. He decided to switch up his cars because now we were riding in his Camaro, I guess he was getting paper after all.
“I had a really great time with you,” he said pulling up to my guesthouse
“Likewise,” I replied.
He walked me to the door where we shared a nice, long kiss.
“I’ll call you later,” he said breaking our kiss.
“I’ll be waiting,” I blushed.
I watched him drive away then, walked over to my house. Punching the code in the door, I was greeted by the smell of the French vanilla Glad spray that I hung in the foyer. I sat at my desk and reviewed the tapes of the house activities that occurred while I was gone. I trusted my guards, but you couldn’t be too sure. Everything looked as if it was in order, so I went upstairs and changed into some jeans and a Juicy Couture crop top. The loafers matched what I was wearing, so I decided to leave them on. I texted Lisa to let her know that I was on my way over. Punching in the key code to my garage, I browsed my selections before I decided on pushing my Lamborghini.
Shoulders sideways, smack it, smack it in the air
Legs movin’ side to side, smack it in the air
Legs movin’ side to side, smack you in the air
Shoulders sideways, smack it, smack it in the air
Smack it, smack it in the air
Legs movin’ side to side, smack it, smack it in the air
Smack it, smack it in the air
Wave your hands side to side, put it in the air
Wave your hands side to side, put it in the air
Clap, clap, clap like you don’t care
Smack that, clap, clap, clap like you don’t care
(I know you care)
I was jamming to Beyoncé’s new song 7/11 when I pulled up to a red light. Something told me to look over to my right, so I turned around and was starring in the eyes of the devil. My body was instantly filled with rage as I watched him bob his head to his music in his drop top like he wasn’t a wanted man.
Even though Stacks was dead, I still made it my business to deal with his ass once I was ever able to catch up with him and today was my lucky day. Plus, part of me strongly believed that he had something to do with Stacks’ death.
The light turned green, so I turned on my signal, and turned in the lane behind him. I snapped a picture of his license plate and allowed two cars to get in front of me, so that it wouldn’t look obvious that I was tailing him. He turned into a parking lot of a hotel.
I snapped a picture of him as he got out his car and headed inside of the lobby. Locating Ralph’s name in my contact list, I hit the green call button and put the phone to my ear.
“Columbiana, what’s good?”
“Shut up,” I laughed. “But on a real note, guess who I found?”
“Stacks?” he hesitantly asked, it was something about the way he asked that, which made me feel like he knew something I didn’t know.
“Stacks?! Be for real man!”
“Uh-then who?”
“Bear.”
“Bear?!”
“Yes. Bear! I followed him to the hotel.”
“Where he at?”
“He went inside one of the rooms, but I’m looking right at the back of his car, so I’ll be able to keep an eye on him.”
“Text me the location, I’m coming,” he said and then hung up the phone. I sent him a text of where I was and sat back and waited for him to come.
I was engrossed in my thoughts that I didn’t hear the tapping on my window. Unlocking the door, I let Ralph in.
“Any movements on him?”
“Nah. He still in the room.”
“Where his car?”
“Right there,” I said pointing to the car that was parked by the lobby.
“Iight go chill with ya girl I got this.”
“I want in.”
“I got you ma’. I’mma get up with you when we got him at the chop shop.”
“Ok.”
Ralph got out of the car and walked inside of the lobby. I spotted a few of my workers in an Expedition beside me, I hit them with a head nod that meant handle business before pulling off. I replayed Beyoncé’s 7/11 and bopped to the beat. I was finally getting some type of justice for Stacks and it felt good.
Chapter 13
Ralph
I sat back and rolled a joint with my crew waiting on Bear’s ass to show face. I was happy as fuck that I was able to get up with that nigga and even happier because Stacks was going to enjoy killing the fat bitch. Speaking of Stacks, I did not know how he was going to take Lala fucking the next nigga. I wasn’t dumb, I saw the hickeys and bite marks that decorated her neck and chest. I just hoped he understood the circumstances and shit ain’t get too crazy.
“That’s that nigga right there,” I said to my crew once I spotted him getting inside his car with a white chick on his arm.
“What’s the plan boss?” one of my workers asked.
“We gon’ follow his ass until we can snatch him up.” I put the blunt to my lips and took a long pull.
Bear’s ass took us on a long ride through Miami until he finally pulled over at a gas station. When he went in to pay for the gas, I hopped out and went to go holla at ol’ girl that was in the car with him
“Yo’ ma you want to make a quick three thousand dollars?” I asked keeping my eye on the gas station door.
“Yes! How?”
“All you have to do is lead the dude you came with to a secluded location, so that I could have a quick word with him.”
“You’re not going to hurt him are you?”
“No, he’s actually my brother and I’ve been having a hard time trying to get in contact with him.”
“Ok. He’s going to drop me off at home. I’ll just invite him in and you two can talk.”
“Cool, but one thing, don’t tell him that we spoke or he won’t agree to speak with me. Here’s half of the money. I’ll give you the other half when the job is complete,” I said handing her some money and jogging back to the car. I made it just in time because as soon as I closed my door, he was walking out. I watched him pump the gas, then pull off. I waited a few minutes before following him.
We ended up in the projects and I was confused because I thought the chick said he was bringing her home. At first, I thought it was a set-up until I seen both of them exit the car and her unlocking the front door. A few minutes later, she came outside in search for me, I honked my horn then waved her over.
“He’s in my bedroom, you’re more than welcome to go talk to
him.”
“Is this your spot?” I asked eyeing her. She looked like a well together white girl that didn’t belong in the jects.
“Yes.”
“Lead the way,” I said following behind her, I signaled for the crew to follow behind me.
The inside of the house looked way better than the outside. I left the door open and pulled out my gun motioning for the girl to be quiet. I walked to the bedroom where I heard him talking on the phone. His back was facing towards me, I put my gun to the dome of his head and waited for him to turn around.
“Snakes eventually get caught,” I said staring him in the eyes. I could feel the fear radiating off of his body, but he wanted to pretend like he wasn’t phased.
“Pull the trigger nigga,” he taunted.
“Nah. I’mma let Stacks do it?”
“Well, go dig his ass up then,” he laughed.
“Laugh now cry later nigga, Stacks ain’t dead!”
His eyes became wide as saucers as he realized he was screwed. Not wanting to waste any more time with his big ass, I hit him twice in the head with the butt of my gun that knocked him out cold. I let his body drop to the floor like a sack of potatoes and called out to my crew to come carry him to the car.
“I thought you said you wasn’t going to hurt him.”
“I lied,” I shrugged screwing on the silencer on my gun. Before she could say another word, I put two in her dome. I knew she was innocent, but I ain’t want to risk her going to the police. I spent five years behind bars, and it’ll be a cold day in hell before I go back.
I sent Lala a text letting her know to meet me at the spot. When we got there, I had my men tie his fat ass to a chair. I wanted to have some fun with him, so I decided to use his ass as a punching bag. I owed him an ass whooping anyways for being so disloyal.
With every punch I swung, I heard something either crack or felt blood splatter all over my body. Blow after blow his head rocked back and forth as teeth started to fly out of his mouth. I had to compose myself, no matter how badly I wanted to kill him, I was going to save his life for Stacks.
