Chuckling at the look on her face.
“Damn, I tell yo lil’ ass my government, you disregard it, brushing it the fuck off. What kind of shit is that?” I chuckled out.
She reared back a lil’, I don’t know what the hell her ass is trying to see. Then she began smiling.
“You don’t look like a Conrad. Maybe if you were a professor in a sweater vest, slacks, with a long sleeve shirt rolled up to your elbows, along with some hushpuppy shoes gracing your feet, then maybe. But here, right now, looking how you looking, you’re Racks,” she explained, dead ass serious.
Pretending to gag at the picture she just painted, earned me a giggle and a hit to the chest. Gripping her ass, pulling her heat closer to my mans. His ass ready to do some damage. We’re very overdue for some busted nuts.
“Aiight, I got cho ass from here on out. Yo ass ever feel like playing games, I suggest you buy a damn Nintendo DS, and let Super Mario Bros, soothe yo soul. Don’t fuck wit me, Kimmy. I’ll fuck yo whole world up. We’ll straighten out the details. Be real wit my ass, them hoes commandments rebuke them bitches,” I let her ass know, causing a beautiful smile to spread across her face.
“I’m serious about you, about everything I’ve said. I kissed you, and that’s some thing I haven’t done since I was nineteen. I always felt like it was too personal, too intimate, that’s how feelings got involved. But with you, I want my feelings to be involved, my feelings are involved,” she expressed, honestly, while staring me dead in the eyes.
“Aiight, tight work. As bad as I want to make some fucking introductions, I can’t, we got to get back to SC,” I let her know.
“Okay, later, right?” She moaned, as my hand rubbed up her thick thighs to her hidden treasure.
She squirmed slightly, while trying to get closer to my hand.
“Yeah, all of that,” I ground out, helping her back in her seat.
I was fucking myself up. Once she was settled, I straightened my dick and looked round the area, noticing no activity. I pulled out. This pit stop unsurfaced more than I’d bargained for, but I’m glad it did. Now, I gotta do what I said I wouldn’t do, get rid of her fucking baggage, while getting justice for the women my bruh’s loves.
Two hours later……
“Why are we at my condo?” She questioned, sitting up straighter in her seat.
“Yo ass needs to get some shit. You ain’t staying here,” was all I said, before climbing out the truck.
Walking round to her door, opening it, I helped her out.
“Thank you,” she mumbled, straightening her clothes.
“No problem,” was all I said, holding on to her free hand.
“Um, how do you know where I live?” She questioned, with confusion lacing her words.
“Bambi, I know everything,” I answered.
“Bambi?” She questioned, with her eyebrow raised.
“Un huh, that’s what yo doe shaped eyes remind me of. Problem?” I questioned.
“No, I like it. Will you get mad if Stone calls me that?” She teased, pushing my shoulder.
“Un huh, but not like his territorial ass,” I answered, causing her to giggle.
“Good to know, I guess,” she giggled out, just as we reached her door.
She went to touch the knob, but I stopped her.
“Don’t, stay right here,” I ordered, pulling my gun.
She gasped, but did as I requested. Tapping the door, it opened.
“What the hell?” She whispered, stunned.
“What the hell happened to yo ass staying out in the hallway?” I snapped.
She just shrugged. Shaking my head, I moved further in. Her place was fucking ransacked, shit was turned over, cut up, broken, gutted, shit was written on the walls. No one was in the place though. I didn’t have to wave her ass in, since she was on my heels. She looked around, the stunned look she displayed seconds earlier, changed to a pissed off look.
“No, the fuck he didn’t,” she hissed.
Turning, I faced her.
“What?” I snapped.
“Jameson had to do this, no one else knew where I stayed. Granted, they could have found out, but I don’t think so. I believe it’s him,” she explained.
Nodding in understanding, I moved further into her condo, towards her bedroom. Pushing the door open, I dropped my hand that was holding the gun. I can’t believe what the fuck I’m seeing.
“Oh My God!! How the hell? Why would he? I’m so sorry, Racks! Fuck, why would you want me?” She exclaimed, trying to rip the photos down.
“Don’t do that shit. I want yo ass, cuz yah ass is fucking worth it. This shit don’t fucking faze me. This bullshit is on a sick fuck. I’m now regretting I didn’t kill his bitch ass,” I ground out, while taking in the sight.
The fucker took pictures of her in different positions of sex. He was eating her out, fucking her from the back, sucking her titties, her riding him, him on top of her. All the pics are at angles to show the different faces she made. Basically, showing her pleasure in what he was doing to her. As I stared, she was steadily ripping the photos down.
“Look at the wall,” I spoke, stopping her as the words appeared behind the pictures.
‘A FUCKING WHITE MAN WILL NEVER WANT A BLACK SLUT’
“Grab yo shit,” I snapped, pissed.
She dropped the ripped photos she was holding then moved to her closet. I have no respect for muthafuckas who do this type of bullshit.
“Racks.”
Turning with the quickness at the sound of her voice, it doesn’t sound right.
“I don’t have shit to get,” she answered, with tears running down her face.
I moved to her huge walk in closet. Kimmy doesn’t have a dresser or chest inside her bedroom. Her bed takes up the majority of the space. Along with mirrors taking up one side of her wall. Stepping in her closet, all her clothes are shredded. The drawers were pulled open, revealing the same thing. Her shoes were destroyed, along with her bags and wallets.
“Fuck, come on,” I spat, grabbing her hand, pulling her out the closet.
“When I said I got you, I meant that shit,” I reminded her.
She nodded slightly. Pulling my phone out, I hit Stone’s contact, listening to the ringing was fuckin’ wit my impatient ass.
“Already done,” he answered.
I paused in my steps.
“The fuck yo ass talmbout?” I snapped.
“Rest yo fuckin’ nerves, Racks. Don’t get fucked up getting emotional and shit. That fuckin’ lumberjack, yo cock strong ass broke his jaw, and eye socket. His ass gotta have surgery. I got Bruce ass up there on guard to make sho’ his ass don’t try and run. When he’s discharged, Bruce got his instructions. His pussy ass’ll be at yo disposal in bout three, four days. Get yo mind right,” he explained.
I ain’t even really surprised. We think alike, I would’ve done the same damn thang.
“Yo ass aiight wit me. How’s Stallion?” I asked.
“Fucker, she good. Lil’ solider good too. She’ll won’t be moved no time soon, she’s too high risk. I ain’t losing neither one. So, I got round the clock security foe her ass. I let they asses know anything happens to her ass, I mean, if a piece of hair is out of place, I’m killing off family members. I don’t give a fuck, she’s not to be fucked wit. I let her bitch ass doctor know that shit too. Yo ass good?” He ran down, causing me to nod my head in agreeance.
“Fuck no, but I will be. See yo ass in three hours,” I answered.
“Mos’ def’, be safe, fool,” he stated.
“Bet,” was all I said, before hanging up.
Checking the time, the malls ain’t open yet.
“Aye, let’s hit Target. Yo ass can grab some shit foe a shower, change of clothes and drawls, shoes, I’ll replace all yo shit,” I let her know.
“Thank you, Conrad.” She smiled, as I smirked. “But that’s not necessary. I’ll replace my stuff. Can you just give me a place to rest my head for a few hour
s? There’s more important shit going on outside of my materialistic shit being destroyed. I guess it’s just another lesson I’m being taught. Huh?” She answered.
Staring at her, I thought I would see a spoiled brat, having a temper tantrum, but I’m wrong as fuck. Her tears have dried up, and a strong queen with her head held high is standing before me. On instinct, I grabbed my mans. That independent shit makes me want to bust some walls down.
“I’m proud of you, girl. Light bright ass, getting bout it, bout it. Next, yo ass’ll be using ebonics, and being violent like P, nawl, scratch that shit. Yo ass can’t be on that shit. You good?”
For a spilt second, she stared at me, before hollering. I mean, she was bent over laughing. Shidd, any other time, I’d feel some type of way, but knowing I’m able to make her forget bout the fuck shit that’s been done to her by a fuck nigga, turning her fucking life upside down got me feeling good. That shit don’t happen too often.
“You through?” I chortled.
“Um,” she started, but fell into another fit of laughter.
Chuckling at the complete joy shining from her face.
“Bambi, bring yo ass on, befoe’ yo ass be walking,” I called out, heading to the door.
“Awww, you gonna leave me?” She sang out, with laughter still in her voice.
“Hell yeah, yo ass ain’t special,” I lied.
“Yes, I am, and no, you’re not. You like me a whole lot. You wouldn’t leave me,” she teased.
“Nawl, I wouldn’t. I’ll jack yo lil ass up tho, and tote yo laughing ass up outta here,” I answered.
Without warning, she jumped on my ass, making me stumble into the wall. Holding her up by her thick thighs, I rested against the wall.
“Why you playing? Yo ass know we got shit to do,” I chided.
She shrugged.
“I really enjoy being in yo presence and arms. You’re special to me, Racks,” she declared.
“Shidd, I know that, yo ass the one all slaw and shit. You just catching up to the magnificence which is I. Yo lil’ ass ain’t bad yo damn self,” I declared, with a smirk.
“Damn, you are conceited. So, you just can’t take a damn compliment?” She sassed, rolling her eyes.
SMACK!
“Oooaaawww, Racks, I bruise easy,” she whined, trying to get outta my arms.
“Good to know, behave,” I taunted, walking out of her condo.
Locking the door, something occurred to me.
“You didn’t get a call from the alarm company?” I questioned, carrying her to the elevator.
“If I did, my phone was in my bag since yesterday,” she reminded me.
“Bet, check that shit when yo ass get back in the truck. We can pinpoint when the fuck boy did that shit. I mean, it don’t really matter, he’s a dead fucker either way,” I advised.
“Okay, are you carrying me all the way to your truck?” She agreed and questioned.
“Un huh, yo heavy ass is my exercise fa’ today,” I teased.
“I ain’t heavy,” she sassed, with her arms round my neck.
“Bullshit, yo ass ain’t light. Don’t worry tho, I love all this thickness. I may need yo ass to gain bout ten mo’ pounds,” I countered.
“You better be happy with what I got. I’ve been this size forever, and I workout damn hard to keep this shit under control,” she sassed.
Squeezing her ass in my hands causing her to squirm.
“You got that, foe now. Once I put this dick in yo life, yo ass gonna blow up,” I vowed, stepping off the sidewalk.
Making my way to my truck while bouncing her, caused her to laugh uncontrollably.
“Kimmy!”
A male voice shouted.
“Who the fuck?” I hissed, letting her ass down.
She turned in the direction the voice came from.
“Tony? What the fuck are you doing at my house? How the hell yo ass know where I stay?” She barked, shocking the shit outta me.
He paused in his steps, as his eyes landed on me. Reaching behind my back, I placed my hand on my gun.
“Yah ass has no reason to be at my home. I don’t even care how yah ass found out where I stay. Fuck it, I no longer stay here, so I really don’t give a big tittie fuck bout it. Go bout yah business, cuz it ain’t me,” she added.
“Damn, where the fuck yo ghetto ass came from? I likes that shit. Tell her ghetto ass to stay here,” I complimented, dead ass serious, causing her to shake her head at my words.
“Wait, Kimmy, I need to talk to you. You cost me my marriage. You owe me a conversation,” he bellowed.
“I-” she started.
“Don’t, get in the truck,” I stopped her.
She nodded, before doing exactly what I told her ass to do. I eyed her until she was safely inside my truck.
“My mans, I’m gonna say this once. I usually don’t give bitch fuckers such as yo’self my fucking time, but yo ass is violating, and I don’t ‘preciate that. Kimmy is no longer yo concern. Go on bout yo business. It has got to be some other desperate ass female out there willing to deal wit yo pussified ass. This yo only warning. I don’t typically give those out,” I stated, calmly.
He eyed me, trying to size me up. He began chuckling like he heard a joke. I hate pretentious muthafuckas. They always got to learn shit the hard way.
“You can’t be serious. Who are you suppose to be? I know you are not that money hungry bitch’s man. You are just a common thug. I’ll leave, I’m going back to my mini mansion, and wait for my phone to ring. She will be calling, like always. If I was you, I would be real mindful of what you believe from her ass,” he spoke, smugly, before walking off.
I eyed his ass, he didn’t walk to a car in the lot, he turned the corner. If muthafuckas wasn’t out going to work and shit, he’d be a dead bastard.
“Perfect,” I grumbled, before turning back to my truck, I climbed in.
“Racks, I-” she started, as soon as I closed my door.
“That’s yo past, we good,” I cut her off.
“I didn’t fuck him,” she blurted out.
“I know,” was all I said, shaking my head.
“How?” She questioned.
“Trust, I just do,” I assured.
“Okay, so we good?” She questioned, almost too quiet.
“Fo’ sho’,” I answered, grabbing her hand.
She clasped mine. I drove out the parking lot. Aiming my truck in the direction that punk bitch walked in. Passing an idling black BMW SUV parked on the side of the road. His dumb ass in there with his head down, like he’s waiting. Pulling over, I left my truck running.
“Don’t look, I’ll be right back,” I rushed out, before kissing her hand.
Jumping out, I casually scrolled back to his truck.
Tap, Tap.
He flinched, before looking towards the window with his eyes wide, before schooling his face, placing a smug look on his face.
Smiling, I mouthed, “Let the window down, please,”
He hesitated, then like something clicked, he got cocky while rolling the window down.
“What? You came to get some tips on how to work that lying, teasing, money hungry, slut?” He spat.
Without a word, I reached in.
CRACK, snapping his fucking neck. Unlocking the door, I pulled it open, rolling the window back up. I relocked it, while closing the door back. Strolling back to my truck, I climbed in, opening my glove box. I pulled out some wipes, cleaning my hand.
“You good?” I questioned.
“You have no idea, thank you,” she cooed, smiling hard.
Chuckling, I think her ass just may be crazy her damn self. One more to go, then all her baggage is gone.
“Racks, can I ask you something?” She questioned, after a few beats.
“Do yo thing,” I responded.
“Will you tell me about your past? I mean, how you grew up. I want to read your pages, well, the ones you will let me read,” she questioned.
T
hinking for a few beats, I nodded.
“No doubt,” I spoke, before bringing her into my world.
Shidd, I made her see her truths, she may as well see mine. Maybe knowing my struggle will help her understand my passion.
Presuhus
“Stallion, I won’t stay here long. A nigga got to catch the muthafuckas who were dumb enough to come at you. I’m missing yo mouth. I need to hear yo mean ass snap off on me. I know you heard me mo’ than once telling you I love yo ass.
I mean that shit. I ain’t never said those words outside of telling my mama, grandma, Gramps, Banks, and Racks. Well, shit, them last two, I ain’t tell they asses shit, I’m sure they know it tho. I know yo smart ass thinking I only said it cuz I thought I was losing you. That shit ain’t true. I been feeling it from the day yo ass told me you were through wit my ass.
Yo ass gonna make it through this. We gonna be fucking great together. Think of some names foe our lil’ solider. Before it even cross yo mind, I don’t won’t no damn junior. Make sho’ it’s something powerful. Yo ass’ll be surrounded by family as soon as yo ass is strong enough. Gramps wanted yo ass at his house, but yo punk ass doctor says it ain’t safe right now to move you.
I haven’t told Gramps yet, I had already told his suave ass not to try nothin’. Stallion, I gotta go, I’ll talk to you tonight. I love you. Keep fighting, baby.”
Hearing Stone’s heartfelt words got me wanting to wake up. I know I can’t, but damn it if I don’t really, really, want to. Livid is a fucking understatement of what I’m feeling. I pray they find Lester’s bitch ass and keep him alive, so I can castrate his ass. Weak pussy shot me. I actually saw him at the same time the bombs went off. He actually smiled before pulling the trigger.
I got a trick fa’ Dangalang’s nasty ass too. His ass was on the pat down shit. It’s obvious he let his ass in with that shit. I don’t know they fucking connection, but I will find the hell out. I really wish I could tell Stone this is more than a takeover shit, it’s revenge shit. Not just on Lester’s part, but his cousin’s too. The first time I heard Stone say the name Turtle, it didn’t click. Thinking on it, I remembered who that name belonged to, and what his face looked like.
I sliced his bitch ass up, damn near killing his ass. Fucker tried to rape me cause I wouldn’t let him fuck. I heard everyone’s words. My heart ached for Kimmy. It was hard as hell for her to come in and see me like this, and I know it. There’s a lot about Kimmy many don’t know. It has never been my story to tell, so I haven’t. I’ve just done what a great friend is supposed to do, and that was to be there for her.
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