I love her like she’s my blood sister, Neesha too. I heard the strength in her voice. I’mma stab Banks, and chop Racks in the throat, as soon as I’m able to. They are keeping something from me. Wilbur tried speaking in code, but I got the gist of it. Stone damn neared kilt Andre. Mama let me know Stone asked for my hand, and she gave him her blessings. Something’s wrong wit her ass, I’ve come to that conclusion. How the hell you watch a nigga damn near kill somebody, then turn around and give him yah daughter’s hand in marriage?
I’ll talk to her ass about that shit. I mean, I’ll marry his ass, since he is my type of crazy. There’s something deeper that has happened, and they won’t tell me. I know it’s not to upset me. I’mma let they asses have it as soon as I wake up. Yess, it’s on and popping, at that freaking time. Stone’s odd looking ass gonna be surprised too. King of the Hood ain’t ruling as much as his ass thinks he is.
Neesha
“Damn, Neesha, yo ass sho’?” Banks groaned.
“Yes, I need something to take the stress off. I feel like I’m bout to snap. Don’t make me beg,” I snapped.
“Aiight, calm the fuck down. Don’t make this shit no habit,” he spat.
“Thank you,” I murmured, taking the blunt from his fingers.
Taking a strong pull, I held it in. Feeling the potent smoke infiltrate my lungs, something was releasing from me.
“Damn, woman, yo ass been holding out on me, huh? Yo ass an undercover, huh? I ain’t even mad. Yo ass stingy tho, puff, puff, pass, you know the rotation,” he praised, then fussed.
“No, I don’t, I never shared,” I answered, releasing the smoke.
“Shidd, this may be the wrong time, my fucking dick on swole. Yo ass is the truth. Spell my name,” he blurted out, after watching my smoke rings.
Shaking my head while pulling again, I held the smoke in, before curving my tongue and releasing it. I can’t spell Banks, but I can spell BOO.
“Aiight, close enough. What else yo ass can do?” He questioned, sounding impressed.
“Nothing. I’m bout to shower so we can hit LSC. I’m glad you had Onyx to secure everything. I need to sleep, but my mind won’t let me,” I let him know, while standing.
“Yo ass smoke all that shit, mellow ain’t where yo ass gonna make it to, yo ass going straight to knocked the fuck out,” he countered.
I giggled, while shaking my head. I made my way to the bathroom. Banks decided to bring me home for a shower, some food, and hopefully, a nap. I’ve eaten, tried to lay down, sleep didn’t find me though. My mind was swamped with thoughts of Seaqual and Preshus. I just need to know he’s good. I’m sure he can take care of his self. Seaqual’s a fighter. I’m just worried he may have an asthma attack and doesn’t have his inhaler.
“Eeeewww,” I frowned, tasting my mouth.
That’s the only thing I hate bout smoking weed, the after taste. Loading my toothbrush up with toothpaste, I turned the shower on, letting it get hot. Brushing my teeth while staring at my reflection, I look haggard.
“Lawd, how can Banks look at me,” I wondered, out loud.
“Wit squinted eyes.”
Came from his deep ass voice, which scared the shit outta my ass, while causing me to swallow wrong.
“Haaahhh! Nigga, (cough) don’t do (cough) that shit. (Cough) Yah ass too big to be (cough) moving so damn quiet,” I choked out, with tears running from my eyes.
His silly ass stared at me for a beat, then hollered.
Smacking my teeth, I finished up brushing my teeth, once I caught my breath. Rinsing my mouth out with mouthwash. Ignoring his ass, I stripped. His laughter stopped abruptly.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
Still ignoring his ass, I grabbed my loofah, along with my shower gel, then stepped my butt naked ass in the shower, pulling the curtain closed after me. A few beats later, I heard the sink water turn on, letting me know he’s brushing his teeth. Standing under the shower while protecting my hair.
“Can I join you? Saving water and shit, you know?” He asked.
“Sure,” I answered, nonchalantly.
We’ve gotten close over the last few weeks. Not sexually though. He’s been respecting my wishes. He even went as far as to take me shopping for the bash.
“Yo ass dead damn wrong. How you just gonna throw all this beauty on me? Yo ass sexier than a muthafucka,” he ground out, staring at me.
“Well, thank you, you ain’t to, oh my damn,” I blurted out, looking at his dick after spinning round to face his ass.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, with a smirk.
“We can never have sex. Yo ass will ruin me wit that shit,” I answered, absently, still eyeing his dick.
It’s big and angry. I didn’t think them shits really existed. I thought it was some made up shit authors wrote in book using their imagination. Granted, their descriptions, coupled with the sex scenes, have given me some real freaky dreams, but shit. I’ve watched pornos, some of them men on those got too much dick. Right now, that’s where Banks is falling.
“Touch him,” he demanded.
Blanching slightly, I shyly reached out, grabbing his dick.
“Damn, it’s heavy,” I murmured, stroking him.
“Fuck, squeeze that muthafucka,” he grunted.
I did. He felt like a hot muscle, wrapped in silk. He’s so smooth.
“Wha’chu want, Neesha? Yo lil’ ass fuckin’ me up right now,” he ground out.
“Mmmmhmmm, fuck, fuck, me,” I moaned out, as his hands played with my nipples.
“I don’t think yo ass is ready foe that shit,” he denied, while sliding his hand between my thighs.
I opened my legs a bit more for his ass to reach what he’s searching for.
“I’m ready, shit, I promise, I’m ready,” I panted out, standing on my tippy toes to kiss him.
He caught me, lifting me up against the shower wall. Wrapping my legs round his waist, I felt his dick at my entrance.
“It’s been a while, just ease in, let me adjust,” I panted out.
He nodded, placing his head at my opening, then pushed forward.
“Ooouuu, shittt,” I hissed out.
“Ohhh shit, is right. Fuck, yo ass tight,” he growled out, working his self deeper inside me.
I began moving to help him out. He feels like he’s splitting my ass open. It’s painful, but there’s some pleasure.
“Damn, Monti,” I gritted out.
“I got cho’ ass, girl, fuck. Yo ass got me too. Why yo ass ain’t tell me, huh?” He grunted out.
“Mmmhmmm, ssssscssss, tell you what?” I moaned out, riding him slightly.
“That yo pussy so damn good. I’m killing muthafuckas, I know it,” he hissed, through gritted teeth, while bottoming out.
“Yo dick in my throat,” I panted out.
“Shit, yo pussy choking the life outta my dick, shit, damn,” he fussed, moving slowly in and out of me, getting me use to his size.
“So good, Monti, so damn good. Work yo shit, dick just too fucking big,” I moaned, riding him.
“That’s it, fuck, bounce, girl, bounce, shit,” he encouraged, bracing his self.
Planting my hands on his shoulder, I went to work.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
“Fuck it, fuck it, so good shit, nigga,” I moaned.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Fuck, Neesha!” He grunted, slamming me down on his dick.
“Oooouuuu, Monti, too much. My spot, my spot, I’mma cu, mmmmhmmmmm,”
“That’s the fuckin’ money shot, fuck,” he gritted, slamming me down on his swollen dick two more times, before pulling out, cummin’ on the shower floor.
My body stilled, convulsing from the aftershock of my orgasm.
“Damn, girl, yo fast ass bout to get us fucked up. I ain’t Stone, I ain’t in the trapping business, um, babies, not the other shit. Kiss me,” he panted out.
Placing my lips on his while forcing my tongue in his mouth.
Laughing at his face, he put me down. We washed while kissing occasionally. We washed twice before the water turned cold. Stepping out with a slight gap, we dried off.
“I put that imprint down,” he bragged, dancing.
“Shut up, silly ass,” I fussed, pushing him, making him laugh.
I’mma hate to say this, but that was just the distraction I needed. Now, I can take on anything. I’m ready to find my brother, and kill the muthafuckas who took him, and hurt Preshus. I believe it’s the same summabitches, which means they need to die, be resurrected, and die again.
An hour later……….
“This shit don’t feel right, Banks,” I observed, as we pulled into LSC.
He picked my hand up squeezing it.
“Shit, we the last to arrive, I see,” I mumbled, noticing Racks’ Hummer, and Stone’s.
“That’s cuz of yo fast ass jumping attacking me, taking my dick, and shit,” he blurted out.
“You can’t even tell that lie. How I take ya dick? Yah ass is bigger and stronger than me,” I sassed.
“Yeah, but yo ass is crazier, they’ll believe me. It’s something bout y’all women. Preshus talmbout Stone trapped her, but from what I heard, she did some type of trick that held his mans hostage, while stealing his nut,” he answered.
Looking at him there’s no hint of a smile on his face.
“Something is wrong wit yah ass, I swear. You talk to yo mama? How’s Lil’ D?” I questioned, switching the subject.
“She good, Lil’ D straight. I don’t want to tell’em bout Seaqual. His ass gonna be ready to fight Stone once he sees Preshus. You know that’s his shawty,” he explained, with a slight chuckle.
Shaking my head as he parked, ain’t no need in me saying anything. Lil D is too much. He’s been talking bout Preshus since he met her at the Fourth of July cookout. I talked to Mama Daffney once Banks’ and I got our relationship on board.
She let me know she was proud of me, and welcomed me to the family. She also let me know anytime Banks acts up, she has no problem whuppin’ his ass. I laughed at the thought of her whuppin’ his ass again. Mama Daffney don’t play.
“Get yo lovely self out,” he flirted, opening my door.
“Thank you, handsome,” I cooed, causing him to smirk.
I straightened my clothes as we walked towards Sprinkle’s apartment.
“Hey, Banks, hey, Neesha. Girl, I heard what happened to Sprinkle. Is she gonna be okay?” Shanny’s shady ass yelled out.
Ignoring her ignorant ass, we continued to the apartment. He opened the door, grumbling something.
“Bout fucking time. The hell y’all been?” Stone barked, no sooner than our feet crossed the threshold.
“Nigga, shut yo cranky ass up. Yo strange looking ass just got here yo damn self,” Banks spat.
“Fuck you. Neesha, get yo fast ass in here and see what’s missing,” Stone spat.
“Watch yo’self, Stone,” I warned.
“I ain’t scared of yo ass,” he grumbled, walking away.
“Un huh, he deathly scurred of Stallion, tho,” Racks taunted.
SWOOSH!
“Disgruntled muthafucka,” Racks hissed, barely moving in time not to get hit by the object Stone threw.
Looking around, two unfamiliar faces were in the mix. One was brown skin, scrawny, with raggedy dreads. The other is short as hell, dark as midnight, with his hair doing that wild thing.
“Is one of y’all Onyx?” I questioned, eyeing them both.
“That’s me, sorry bout yo people,” the lil short dark skin one answered.
“Thank you. Um, I know you didn’t, since yah ass is affiliated wit these psychos, but I’mma ask anyway. Did you tell anyone what happened to Sprinkle? When the ambulance came, was anyone outside?” I question.
“No and no. It was clear out here. No one would know it was yo moms,” he answered, without hesitation.
I looked at Banks, our eyes clashed, he nodded, walking back out the door.
“The hell that bout?” Racks spat, tracking Banks with his eyes.
“That Shanny bitch. She knows something. Her ass just as scandalous as Ocean,” I informed him.
He nodded, then looked at Stone. They did some silent communication thing.
“Neesha, have you even heard from Ocean?” Kimmy inquired.
“Hell no. I know she ain’t hurt. I know she ain’t lost, her ass ain’t dead. She’s caught up in some bullshit,” I responded.
She just shook her head as I moved further down the hall to Seaqual’s room. First thing I noticed was the huge puddle of blood decorating the floor.
“Shit,” I hissed.
“What?” Stone and Racks called out.
“All this damn blood. Sprinkle must still be unconscious, cuz I ain’t got no call at all. Kimmy, can you call the hospital? Yah ass got the best phone voice, thank you,” I called out.
Her giggle sounded down the hall.
“Somebody missing a gold dingy tooth. This steel bat got blood on it. Seaqual’s Apple watch and game thing is missing, along wit his inhaler. His backpack is still here. Stone, can you get in Preshus’ condo or house?” I called from the back, while walking down the hall.
Hearing the door open, I quickened my steps.
“Shut the fuck up. Say one mo’ thing, I’mma snap yo scrawny ass neck. Lying ass, trick,” Banks barked, grabbing a shaking Shanny by the back of the neck.
“All I asked was why I’m in here?” She stammered out.
“Sit the fuck down,” Stone barked, causing her dumb ass to sit on the floor.
“What in the actual hell?” Kimmy blurted out, causing me to giggle and shake my head.
“Neesha, the hell I need to get in Stallion’s shit foe?” Stone asked.
Holding one finger up, I walked over to a scared ass Shanny.
“Give me yah phone,” I spat, with my hand out.
“Bitch, I-” she started.
WHAMP!
I slapped the fire outta her monkey ass. She pulled her phone outta her back pocket, handing it to me.
“That’s some sexy shit right there,” Banks whistled out, to which I winked.
“Whoever took Seaqual, took his Apple watch and game thing, both of those are fitted with a security chip. Everything Preshus brought him, she had a security chip placed in it, so if Sprinkle or Ocean ever sold it, she would know. The tracking shit is either at her condo or house. I believe her condo, since that’s where she’s been staying lately, right, Stone?” I explained, staring at Shanny as her eyes grew wide.
“Bet,” was all he said, before stepping off.
“Yeah, bitch, yo ass thought you were being funny asking bout my fucking mama. I always said hoes of a feather flock together. Yo ass ain’t no damn different than Ocean. Y’all do the same bullshit. Yo nasty ass been fucking Bumps longer than Ocean. Yo nasty ass also been fuckin’ Shark’s ugly ass too. Bitch, yo ass gonna die slow and painful, foe setting my fuckin’ brother up. I promise yo funny looking ass that shit,” I seethed, advancing on her ass.
“Hol’ up, baby. I’mma let yo ass get yo shit in, but not here. Ain’t no torture shit here,” Banks grabbed me.
“Wait! Wait! I ain’t do nothin! Y’all can’t kill me foe that! Heellllppp! Heeellllppp!”
WHAMP! WHAMP! WHAMP!
“Stupid ass, bitch,” Kimmy hissed, standing over her knocked out ass.
They stood shocked, as I smiled. I knew Kimmy could fight. She just doesn’t a lot.
“Damn, Bambi,” Racks whistled out.
“Bambi!” We all shouted at the same time.
He eyed us, basically telling us to shut the fuck up.
“Aiight, let’s load up. I got Smooth getting what we need from Stallion’s condo. Bambi, you good?” Stone called out.
“This nigga,”
Racks mumbled, shaking his head.
“Who picking her nasty ass up?” Banks questioned, frowning his face up.
“Lenny-” Onyx started.
“Lenny?” I questioned, surprised. “He got a legit name?” I added.
“Onyx my legit name,” he added, looking offended.
“Un huh, but I can see why,” I sassed.
“Mos’ def,” was all he said.
Lenny moved from his space on the wall.
“Where y’all want the bitch?” Lenny questioned.
“Oh, my damn,” Kimmy and I said, at the same time.
“I’m telling yo ass now, Neesha, if you don’t get that fake ass Barry White sounding nigga out cho’ brain, I’mma snatch yo fucking hearing tubes. Fuck wit me,” Banks sneered, causing me to blink rapidly.
“I ain’t even speaking on yo shit, Bambi. I’ll teach yo ass some shit later,” Racks snapped.
Lenny and Onyx chuckled, while shaking their heads. I bet they ain’t never witnesses this shit from their bosses.
“Take her ass to the back right quick. Strap her ass down. I ain’t saying she gonna wake the fuck up, just in case she do, she won’t play wit her life by trying to run. We gonna order some food. Y’all ate?” Stone ordered.
“Good looking out, I’m hungry as fuck, but I gotta go. I need to check on my girl. She ready to shoot my ass, cuz the baby late. Like that shit’s my fault,” Onyx complained, causing the guys to chuckle.
“Go head, nigga, yo ass ain’t gotta come back ‘til yo girl have the baby,” Stone let’em know.
“You sure? I can come back if my baby boy being stubborn,” he checked.
“Yeah, man, take care of yo fam. Hit us up when lil’ man makes his arrival,” Stone reiterated.
“Aiight, thanks, Stone. Holler, Banks, Racks, ladies, y’all be good,” he called out, walking towards the door.
Opening the door, he stopped, reaching behind his back.
“Hol’ up, Onyx. Who the fuck is you? Ocean?” Banks spat, with his hands behind his back.
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