"I’ma need for you to put your big girl panties on and ride this dick. You think you can do that?” I asked her. Drew slowly slid up me while moaning. She went down a little bit and repeated the process. My head fell back as I willed myself to stay still. Inside, I was ready to beat her shit up, but I knew she wasn't ready for that.
“Aamil….you’re so big,” she confessed quietly. I slapped her on that soft ass of hers and kissed her on the cheek. She could take me she just had to get used to it.
“Bae…you can take it. Get up on your feet." I smacked her ass again and she slowly lifted up. She planted her feet firmly on the seats and grabbed the top of my shoulders. I grabbed my dick and looked up at her. She looked so beautiful, her pussy was so tight and she was playing with a nigga talking about she couldn't take it.
"You been wanting this right?”
"Yeah."
"Then ride it bae, it's all yours. Work your dick," I said grinning up at her. Drew licked her lips and sighed. She slid down onto me and cried out. She sat still for a minute before she started to bounce her ass on my shit and damn I had never felt anything better. My head fell back and my mouth fell open. Drew had me in heaven and I didn't wanna come down. I gripped her ass pushing her even more into my dick and she sunk her nails into the tops of my shoulder.
"Just like that, ride this shit," I coached her and bit down on my bottom lip.
"Damn, Aamil...oh shit!" she yelled and seconds later, I could feel her cumming all over me. She was so wet I had to take control. I sat up and grabbed her hips. I drilled into her while looking into her eyes.
“Damn you feel so fucking good. Tell me who pussy this is,” I demanded looking at her. Drew whimpered and I fucked her harder.
“It’s yours, Aamil, it’s yours baby!”
I smiled at her and kissed her on the lips. I pulled her tongue into my mouth and sucked it for a moment before pulling back.
“Tell me I can cum in my pussy. I need to hear you say it,” I said feeling my balls tighten up. I was so fucking close to filling her up.
“You can cum in me. You know you can,” she said and I lost it. I groaned and planted my face into the crook of her neck. My dick started jerking inside of her as I began to cum. My cellphone started ringing in my pants pocket fucking up the moment. I ignored it as Drew laid against me breathing hard. I rubbed her hair and kissed her on her forehead.
“Shit….that was worth the wait baby. I gotta get you home. I’ma about to write my name in this shit.” Drew laughed as my phone rang again. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw that it was Ameer.
"Aye you good?" Ameer asked walking into the kitchen and pulling me out of my thoughts. He sat down at the table and looked at me. "I know how the shit feel. When Sophie was gone, you see how I fucking lost it. Shit I was going crazy, but you gotta stay strong. We’re gonna get her back."
"Yeah, I know we are. I'm just mad as fuck that I even allowed for that bullshit to happen. With this nigga Stretch, I just can’t help but to feel like he involved in some kind of way. Maybe he working with Royce." Ameer bit into a slice of pizza and I frowned at him. "Y'all niggas ordered food?"
"Hell, nah! Vivica had ordered some an hour before we got here. Mann that bitch is off the chain. She told me and Kasam that we could fuck her at the same time and that could settle whatever issues we had with Stretch. I told her ass that if I would have met her a few years back I would have tapped it. She got a monster back there on her," he replied and bit back into his food. I chuckled looking at his ass. He had done a fucking 360 for Sophie. Shit truthfully, my brothers and I had changed for the women we loved, but the life we was living was constantly putting them into danger. Something had to fucking give.
"So, what's up with this nigga Angel? He got money and power what the fuck he needs with us?" I asked Ameer.
"Shit, I was wondering the same thing, but I think he just wanna build roots here since he living here now. I've known that nigga for years and he cool as fuck. It couldn't hurt to work with him and if our calculations are right, we should be able to let the other shit go and be good. It's some other shit I peeped with him though that I wasn't feeling." I sat up in my seat and clasped my hands together.
"Oh,yeah? Like what?"
"Man that nigga been on O since he saw her. It’s like he tries to hide the shit, but I can still see him check her out. I told Kadar about it this morning just to put the shit out there. I don't think he would do anything, but with men, you never know. Olivia is a bad ass motherfucka and sexy enough to tempt a nigga, but I really hope Angel didn't move to Michigan to ruin his life. Kadar would kill his ass."
"Yeah and we'd be in another motherfucking war with some niggas," I said shaking my head. Ameer shrugged and cocked his head to the side.
"I mean yeah, but this is the life we live. I let y'all take the top spot and I'm still knee deep in this shit. The reason why is because y'all fucking family, so if Kadar got a problem then we all fucking do." I nodded agreeing with him.
"You right if Angel come at O on some lets fuck shit then he gone have to be handled connected nigga or not." Ameer chuckled and looked at me.
"It is what it is," he said.
Chapter Seven
Drew
"Wake up," Stretch said as he gently pushed my shoulder. I rubbed my eyes and looked at him. He was covered in blood and the shit scared the fuck out of me. I jumped back and he shook his head. "I'm not going to hurt you. I did this for you Drew. I made a new plan one where we say fuck the people that did us wrong and we be together. You can be my Mina and you can be their mother," he said with a big smile. I smiled at him although my stomach was in knots. Be his Mina? What the fuck?
"Stretch, what did you do?" Stretch stood up and I saw that he had two guns. My heartbeat increased at the sight of them. I looked around for the kids and they were gone. I got even more nervous.
"Where are the kids? Please tell me they’re okay," I said starting to cry.
"They’re in the car. I wouldn't hurt them, what type of nigga do you think I am?" he asked sounding offended. I sat up and gave him a gentle smile.
"No, I wasn't saying that, Samuel. I was just asking about them. You know I love those kids," I said with a gentle tone trying to keep him calm. Stretch wiped his bloody face off with his shirt and he looked down at me.
"Look I got us a house in Chicago that we can go to. I stole some money from Royce to get it, but the nigga is going to know it’s gone, so we gotta move fast. Mina is at my fucking mother’s crib, so what I'ma do is take y'all to this hotel to clean up and then I'ma come back after I've taken care of her. Do you trust me?" he asked holding his hand out. I stood up and took it. I looked him in his eyes.
"Of course, I do." Stretch smiled at me and I could see that he was really happy. He was one crazy ass nigga. Shit.
"Good because I feel like I really have met someone that understands me. Let’s go," he said and pulled me away. I didn't have on any socks or shoes yet I didn't care. My only concern was getting up out of here.
In the hallway, two bodies laid slumped down on the floor while the wall near them was splattered with blood. We were in an old warehouse that Stretch took the stairs for us to get out of. He led me to a black Navigator that had tinted windows. We both got in and I looked back at the kids. They sat in their seats with happy meals and a smile. I prayed they wouldn't be too affected by this madness. No doubt about it they would need counseling.
"I tried you know. I tried to find those Matins and go with the plan, but all Royce could do was talking about killing you and Aamil together. Every time he said that shit I hated him and over time, I started to see that he was jealous of us."
"He told me about how close he was with you awhile back. On some real shit, he used to stand in the door and watch you sleep like a fucking weirdo. He wanted what was mine and I couldn't have that shit! I took you before I could let him kill you," Stretch said and grabbed my hand. I squeezed his hand smiling at him. He was crazy and there
was no way in hell I was going to allow him to take me and these kids to Chicago, but I was grateful that he took me away from Royce. The Royce I knew was long gone and if I would have stayed there, eventually, I would have been dead.
"Thank you, Samuel, I really mean it," I said squeezing his hand harder. He grinned as he glanced over at me.
"I got my family and I got coke and some money. It’s just us now!" he yelled and started laughing. I laughed with him as I thought of ways I would get rid of his ass.
Stretch took us to a motel right by the metro airport. He checked us in and came back to the car with the keys. I carried AJ as the kids and I followed Stretch up to the room.
"I picked y'all up some clean clothes and hygiene products. Drew, when I get back I think we need to handle some stuff. I been backed up like a motherfucker ma," he said touching his crotch. I almost gagged, but I managed to smile at him.
"Sure, of course," I falsely promised him. He slapped my ass and walked off. I watched him take off his bloody clothes and change into a clean t-shirt and jeans while the kids stood in the middle of the floor. I went through the bags and pulled out clean clothes for them to put on. We had been living in our filth for weeks now and had only been allowed to use the bathroom. I hadn’t brushed my teeth in what felt like forever. Shit I didn't see how Stretch even found me appealing; I had to stink.
"Come on kids let’s take a bath so you can put on some clean clothes," I said ushering them to the back.
"You make it look so easy," Stretch said proudly slipping his feet into new gym shoes. I shot him a smile and took the kids into the bathroom. Stretch watched me run the water and put them into the tub. The tub water instantly turned brown as I began to wash them. I cleaned them off as quickly as I could so that they weren't sitting in their own filth and Stretch watched me from the doorway with a thoughtful look on his face.
"I trust you, Drew, because of what you say you been through. I've had a rough life too so I can relate to that shit. Please...please, please don't make me kill you," he said and stepped off of the door. I stopped drying the kids off to look at him.
"You can trust me," I reassured him. He nodded and touched my cheek.
"I know I can. I'll be back." He kissed me on my cheek and walked away. I could hear him talking to someone so I stuck my head out of the door. A big ass brown skinned nigga stood in the middle of the room looking at Stretch. Stretch looked at me and a sly grin spread across his face. "I stayed long enough for my cousin to fall through. I trust you baby, but a nigga can never be too sure. He's gonna ride with us to the Chi, so he might as well stay here while I go handle Mina. Come give me a kiss," he demanded. I walked out of the bathroom and stood on my tippy toes. I kissed Stretch on the lips as he palmed my ass. He had never been on me like this before. I guess it was for his cousin’s benefit.
"That ass is looking right my nigga," his cousin said in a deep ass voice. Stretch chuckled.
"Nigga when I say we about to go to the Chi and shut shit down I’m not fucking playing. This my new Mina!" he boasted. His cousin laughed and shook his head.
"Fuck Mina this your new Beyoncé because this bitch bad!" he said excitedly and Stretch stopped laughing. It got eerily quiet and Stretch shot his cousin a look that made him take a few steps back. He shook his head raising his hands in the air. "Not bitch in a bad way, but bitch in a good way," he said trying to correct himself. Stretch hugged me from the back and chuckled. He was acting as if we were lovers and shit.
"Yeah, okay nigga. Don't look at her too fucking hard this your family now. I gotta go drop that $2,000 to my mom’s, handle Mina, and get back here so we can bounce. Remember them niggas know what done happened by now so the streets ain’t safe. Don't answer that door for no fucking body. Don’t tell nobody where we at. Stay off of Facebook my nigga even in the pen you was on that bitch browsing. The Mack is in the closet and two sawed off shotguns are under each bed mattress. I even left a handgun in the ice bucket, so keep the kids away from that. I gotta go," he said and let me go. He kissed me again this time using his tongue and I did as best as I could to kiss him back with a smile on my face. He patted my ass and exited the room. I went back to drying off the kids and I got them all dressed. I fixed both of Mina's daughter’s hair as best as I could with no hair products and looked around the room for his cousin. He sat in a chair near the door with his creepy eyes on me.
I'm conceited there is no denying that, but the way he salivated over my body let me know I wasn't bugging. Stretch’s cousin wanted me. I had gone this long without getting raped by Stretch or Royce. I sure as hell wasn't going to let this big ass nigga rape me so I would just have to shower once I got home. I was without a doubt getting the fuck up out of this room today.
"So what made you want my cousin? Was it because you need him?" he asked with a sly smile on his face. The kids and I sat down on the bed closest to the bathroom and they all hugged up on me as best as they could.
"I understand him. He's been hurt like I have." His cousin grunted and looked back down at his phone.
"Yeah, if you only knew just how much he done hurt other people though. He even pushed up on Mina when he knew I had liked her since fifth grade. That nigga went against the code I don't see why I shouldn't do the same," he said more to himself than to me. I hugged the kids tighter as I looked at the Ice bucket out of the corner of my eye.
"Stretch will be back soon," I said trying to shut down any thought that he may have of doing some slick shit. His cousin looked at me and he smiled, it wasn't a friendly smile.
"Yeah, but we'll have other times anyway. I'm just fucking with you. A nigga do gotta piss though, so I'ma need for you to come stand near the bathroom with me."
"Why?" I asked not wanting to see his dick or his piss. He stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
"Because I don't wanna leave you alone with your thoughts that's why now make your way to the back fat booty," he said and walked past the bed. I grabbed the phone cord with my foot and pulled the phone on the floor. It fell hard and he ran back into the room. I looked at him like he was crazy.
"AJ pulled the phone down," I said standing up. His cousin looked at me then at my hips. He nodded and turned around for the bathroom. Moving so fast that my hands shook I turned off the ringer and called Aamil.
"Get your ass back here fat booty!"
Aamil's voicemail picked up and I wanted to cry.
"Aamil, it’s me, I'm at the blue motel by the metro airport room 230 please hurry. I love you," I whispered and ended the call. I stood up and walked to the back of the room. I bent the corner and Stretch's cousin sat on the toilet with porno on his phone. He smiled at me and licked his lips.
"I had to shit, so sit down where I can see you," he said. My stomach twisted as I sat down on the counter outside of the bathroom near the ice bucket. The minute his ass tried something I was going to shoot him right in the fucking head.
Chapter Eight
Aamil
"He's here," Vivica said wiping the slob away from her mouth. I sat in her Lazy Boy with my eyes on the door. I heard the nigga pull up, so my shit been out. Kasam sat on the steps with a blunt in his hand while Ameer sat on the sofa near Vivica. Her sneaky ass had been trying to suck his dick all fucking night. He stood up and looked down at her.
"Come on let’s go upstairs," he said to her. She smiled, but really she had no idea just what was waiting for her. I didn't wanna hurt this bitch, but she brought Stretch into this world and now they would both have to answer for the shit he had done. It was as simple as that. No witnesses.
"Okay let's go," she said with a big smile on her face. Ameer followed her up the stairs as Stretch knocked on the door. With each knock my body filled with adrenaline. I jumped up and stood in the middle of the floor.
"Open the door," I told Kasam. He slid the locks apart and slowly opened it standing behind it so Stretch couldn't see him. Stretch had always been a nickel and dime type of hustler. He always liked Mina, but she
never really paid him any mind. I don't know what made her fuck with him on some raw sex type of shit, but she did and she now had that nigga’s kids. Did it stop me from fucking her back then? No, but that nigga should have been mad at her not me. She freely gave up the pussy, so it was only right for me to take it.
"Ma! Ma... What’s up?" Stretch asked stepping into the house. Kasam closed the door and locked it back. He sat back down on the bottom of the step and finished off his blunt. This shit with my baby missing had us all stressed the fuck out. We had been chain smoking blunts like they were fucking cigarettes and shit.
"Nigga you and I both know why you in this bitch. I'm a only ask you one time where my wife at. You better think about your life and your hot pussy ass momma's before you answer fuck nigga," I said staring him straight in the eyes. Stretch's jaw twitched as he looked at me. I could see the hate in his eyes and it was cool because I hated his bitch ass too.
"Look...okay, okay. She's at this warehouse with the kids," he replied. I can take y'all there, but y'all gotta let my fucking mother go!" Kasam jumped up and hit him in the back of his head with his gun.
"Nigga do you think you in any kind of fucking position to demand some shit? Huh?" he asked looking at him. Stretch gripped the back of his head tightly and groaned.
"Check that nigga’s pockets," I told my brother. Kasam nodded and went through Stretch's shit. He pulled out two cellphones and a knot of hundreds. I chuckled as I looked at him.
"You wanna fuck with us and you don't even carry a gun? Nigga you slipping you must think this shit a game when clearly it’s not. Ameer, bring that bitch down here!" I yelled.
"Man come on," Stretch said with pleading eyes. I felt no sympathy for this motherfucka at all.
"He a lying ass nigga too because Royce been texting him asking him where Drew and the kids at," Kasam said still looking down at Stretch's phone. I shook my head and looked up to the ceiling. For now, I needed his bitch ass alive, but the minute I had my wife, he was dead. I looked at his mother that was sitting on the floor with watery eyes and I frowned.
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