“Running to the owner to tell on the boss. Skip ain’t my daddy, nigga. I didn’t know real niggas did shit like that,” Logan chuckled as his flunkies who sat around him laughed with him. Gene was older than all of them but they didn’t know the meaning of the word respect.
“Nigga, I’m as real as they come. You talking all that shit but I see your daddy got in that ass. Skip got your mind right real quick,” Gene smirked.
“Nah nigga, money got my mind right real quick. The fuck you trying to spend? It’s always light work so it won’t take me long to get you right,” Logan said, making his boys laugh again.
“Leave the comedy up to the comedians,” Gene replied as he pulled a roll of money from his pocket and threw it at him. Logan thumbed through the bills and walked away to the back of the house. He came back a few minutes later and threw a small duffle bag at Gene before he sat back down. He pulled the chick back onto his lap and pretended as if Gene wasn’t even standing there.
“It’s all there nigga. The fuck you still standing here for.” Logan frowned as he looked at him.
He and Gene were cool at one point until Logan found out that he was trying to get at Amore. Gene didn’t know of their history as neighbors but Logan didn’t care about that. He didn’t even care that Amore was pregnant with another man’s baby. He would have gladly taken her, baggage and all. He had been feeling her for a while and she was worth it. Amore liked the finer things in life that Viper always provided for her. He was in a position to do the same if she ever gave him a chance. Logan was still having a hard time believing that he got shitted on for a white boy.
“Don’t ever forget where you came from lil nigga. You might end up right back where you started,” Gene said.
“Fuck outta here with that lame ass shit. Find your way out before this hot lead finds you first. You know I keep it on me at all times,” Logan warned.
“Is that a threat lil nigga?” Logan asked.
“Keep standing there talking and you’ll find out,” Logan warned.
“Please tell me that you’re not dumb enough to threaten my life,” Gene said.
“We don’t do threats over here fam. What’s good?” Logan asked as he pulled his gun out and sat it on the sofa right next to him.
“You got that lil homie. We’ll see each other soon. You already know what it is,” Gene replied as he walked away angrily.
He was in his feelings and for good reason. Logan had the entire game fucked up, and Gene was heated. Skip had the nigga thinking that he was a kingpin or some shit. He was a step above the corner boys and a flunky just like all the others. Gene’s list of enemies was getting longer and Logan was right there at the top of it.
As soon as Gene got into the car, his girlfriend, Brittani, called. He threw his head back and sighed, hoping that she wasn’t calling to argue again. Ever since she caught him with Amore a while ago, Brittani had been playing him too close. Her efforts were in vain because Gene still did exactly what he wanted to do. Brittani was working a twelve-hour shift until morning and she went crazy whenever she couldn’t get in touch with him.
“What’s good Brittani?” Gene asked when he answered the phone.
“You tell me. I called your phone three times a few minutes ago and you just now decided to answer. What bitch’s face were you smiling up in this time?” Brittani asked angrily.
“I’m not smiling up in nobody’s face. I was out here handling business. If you called to argue, you can let me go and get back to work. I’m already in a fucked-up mood and I don’t have time,” Gene replied.
“Are you okay baby? I’m sorry for coming at you like that. What’s wrong?” Brittani asked in concern.
“That nigga Logan is what’s wrong. Skip created a monster but he got me fucked up. That lil bitch had the nerve to threaten me,” Gene replied as he chuckled sarcastically.
“I know the fuck he didn’t!” Brittani yelled angrily.
“Lil nigga showed me his piece and everything,” Gene noted.
“His lil dirty ass has really been on one lately. He must have forgotten about how he used to beg people on the block to let him cut their yards or wash their cars,” Brittani argued.
She was older than Logan by a few years but they grew up right across the street from one another. Her little brother and Logan used to play together all the time and he didn’t grow up with very much. The Logan that he was now was not the same little boy who she used to feed when he came to their house. Money changed people and Logan was definitely not the same.
“It’s all good though. I might have to find somebody else to do business with. I’ll probably end up putting a bullet in that nigga’s head if I don’t. Lil bitch got me seriously heated right now,” Gene fumed.
“Don’t even let that stress you out baby. You and Skip have too much history for that. He won’t want to lose your business,” Brittani assured him.
“Yeah, I guess,” Gene sighed.
“This twelve-hour shit is killing me. I’m coming over as soon as I get off though,” Brittani said, moving on to another subject.
“Don’t trip baby. When I get my money right, you won’t have to work at all,” Gene promised.
He’d been telling her that for years and, for years, she believed him. Although he cheated on her more than he should have, Gene had no plans of ever leaving Brittani. Whenever he fell short, she took money from her own pocket to help him get right. Gene knew that she would never leave him either. That’s why he felt comfortable enough to always cheat.
“Well, I gotta get back to work baby. I’ll see you when I get off,” Brittani said.
“Alright baby. I’m on my way home now,” Gene lied. It was only a little after nine and she didn’t get off until six. He had a lil freak that he had been kicking it with and he was on his way to her house to chill for a while. As long as he made it home before Brittani got off from work, he was good.
A few hours later, Gene was sexually satisfied and on his way home. He was hoping that Brittani didn’t want to fuck because he was drained. It was almost four in the morning, so he had a little while before she got off. Brittani called him all night just to make sure he wasn’t doing anything wrong. Gene answered his phone every time just to assure her that he wasn’t. A few times, he talked on the phone while his boo gave him head. As long as Brittani heard his voice, she was all good.
Gene was starving and he knew that his girl wasn’t cooking anything when she came home. He wasn’t in the mood to do it either, so he stopped at a gas station that he was passing by to get some chicken. He was in the hood so that wasn’t unusual. People stopped there all the time for food when they left the clubs. As soon as Gene pulled up, something besides food got his attention. When he saw a familiar car driving off as he pulled up, he bypassed the food and decided to follow instead. He would recognize that expensive piece of silver machinery from anywhere. It hadn’t been that long ago since he’d seen Trillion in it but it was etched in his memory.
“I got your bitch ass now,” Gene fumed as he followed Trillion as closely as possible. He pulled his gun from the middle console of his car and sat it on his lap. Gene smiled, thinking that it must have been his lucky day. He really thought that he would have to deal with Logan first but getting at Trillion was just as good. The streets were secluded and it was the perfect time.
Gene sped up and got in front of Trillion’s car. When they came up to a light, he stopped, even though the light was green. Since he stopped abruptly, Trillion’s car had to stop right behind him. Gene jumped out of his car with his gun and ran up to the other car. He cocked the gun and pulled the trigger but nothing happened. Apparently, his gun had jammed but that wasn’t the only issue. It wasn’t Trillion who was behind the wheel. The windows were darkly tinted, so he didn’t realize that until he was right up on the car. Blue and Rod looked confused as they ducked to take cover from the bullets that never came.
Gene remembered Blue defending Trillion when they were at the park bu
t he didn’t know how the two men were affiliated. He didn’t know Rod and Blue personally but he’d heard stories about them before. Gene felt like a fool to be aiming a gun that wouldn’t even shoot. He ran back to his car and sped away from the mess that he’d just gotten himself into.
“The fuck! Did you just see that shit?” Rod yelled, as Blue pressed on the gas and followed Gene’s car.
“I told you that nigga was gon’ be a problem for Trillion sooner or later. I guarantee you he thought it was bro in the car instead of us,” Blue replied.
“You were right too. I underestimated the nigga but that’ll never happened again,” Rod fumed.
Blue told him about Trillion and Gene’s run-in but he just brushed it off. He didn’t think it was that serious but it obviously was. Trillion would box it out with a nigga all day but he left the gunplay to the two of them. He had a daughter to live for and another one on the way. He was nice with his hands but niggas didn’t fight anymore.
“I’m happy as fuck that I borrowed his car today,” Blue said.
He and his girlfriend had gone to a wedding and Trillion let him use the car. Once the wedding and reception were over, he and Rod hit up a few clubs and he was about to bring his brother home. They had only stopped at the gas station for cigars and he was sure that’s where Gene had followed them from.
“Run his bitch ass off the road!” Rod demanded as they watched Gene increase his speed trying to get away.
“White boy gon’ kill me. He told me that I better not even get a scratch on his shit,” Blue replied.
“This car can be replaced; he can’t. He got kids to live for and this nigga was trying to take him away from that. Hit his ass,” Rod ordered.
Blue didn’t want to fuck Trillion’s car up but he didn’t have a choice. He sped up and slammed into the back of Gene’s car, making him swerve just a little.
“Fuck!” Gene yelled as he temporarily lost control of the wheel.
The predator had become the prey and he was trying to get away in one piece. He wanted to inspect his gun to see what was wrong with it, but he couldn’t do that and drive too. When his car was rammed from behind again, Gene pulled his wheel too hard and ended up losing control. His car slammed into a light pole and immediately started smoking.
“Let’s go!” Rod yelled to Blue as they both jumped out of the car and ran over to where Gene had crashed.
He was fumbling with his seat belt when they ran up on him but he never got a chance to get out of it. Both men aimed their guns and riddled his car and body with bullets. He was probably dead after the first three shots but they kept squeezing the triggers until their guns were empty. Once they were sure that he was no longer breathing, they jogged back to their ride and hurriedly drove away.
“Man fuck! Trillion gon’ kill me,” Blue said as he shook his head.
Trillion’s front bumper was dented and one of the headlights was hanging off. It was damaged for a good reason but Trillion’s bad ass temper wouldn’t allow him to understand that.
“Don’t trip lil brother. He don’t even have to know. My boy got a chop shop and he can make that shit look as good as new,” Rod assured him.
“It’s after four in the morning bruh. What business you know be open at this hour?” Blue questioned.
“You act like it’s a legal business. That nigga don’t work corporate America hours. For the right price, he’ll meet us there right now,” Rod said as he dialed his boy’s number and waited for him to pick up. Blue listened as his brother spoke in riddles to the other man. Once he was done, he instructed Blue on where to go.
“I hope he can get this shit done quick,” Blue said as he headed to the chop shop.
“Dude is a beast. This is light work to him. As soon as it’s fixed, Trillion gotta get rid of it. We can’t take no chances like that,” Rod replied, as Blue nodded his head in agreement.
Getting the car fixed was easy but convincing their stubborn ass stepbrother to get rid of it would be the hardest thing in the world to do.
“F uck,” Trillion growled as he squeezed and slapped Amore’s ass.
She held him tight around his neck as she bounced up and down, increasing her speed. She was so tight that it almost felt like her hand was squeezing him instead. He was drilling into her from the bottom and that made their connection feel even better. Trillion had to stop himself from cumming twice and he felt that all too familiar feeling building up once again. He wasn’t selfish in the bedroom, so he prolonged his nut for a while to make sure that Amore was satisfied. When Amore started sucking and biting on his neck, he was ready to explode. Instead, he pulled out of her and stood up with her in his arms. He sat Amore in the chair and kneeled in front of her. Amore gasped when he submerged his entire face between her legs and went to work.
“Uhh,” Amore moaned as she grabbed the back of Trillion’s head and rotated her hips. She humped his face and threw her head back as his tongue moved up and down her kitty like a snake. Her legs shook as he attacked her clit and sucked it up into his mouth. They were on the balcony of his penthouse and the cool air coupled with the back to back orgasms he gave her was making Amore dizzy. Her growing belly didn’t allow her to see exactly what he was doing but she felt every bit of it. Amore’s body had a mind of its own as she gyrated her hips and almost bucked off the chair. Trillion was a savage. He sucked and slurped her middle like it was his last meal, but Amore wasn’t complaining. She pushed his face in deeper when she felt another climax on the horizon.
“Cum for me Love,” he demanded in a deep raspy voice, sending Amore over the edge.
“Shit, okay baby,” Amore said as her legs shook and her body twitched.
She felt her juices flowing from her body and Trillion was there to catch it all. He flicked his tongue rapidly, making Amore try to push him away. Her body was sliding down the chair, but he caught her before she hit the ground. He picked Amore up and bent her over the chair before entering her from behind.
“Damn Love, you feel so fucking good,” Trillion moaned as he pumped in and out of her.
He held on to Amore’s hips as she threw it back at him. Trillion looked down and watched as his dick disappeared and reappeared inside of her. Amore already had the best pussy in the world to him and it had only gotten better since she’d been pregnant. He tried but he couldn’t hold out any longer. When Amore threw one of her legs up on the chair, Trillion was able to get in even deeper. Not long after that, he was spilling his seeds deep inside of her and trying his best to hold them both up. Once he pulled out of her, he sat down in the chair and pulled Amore onto his lap.
“I thought you were coming out here to smoke,” Amore giggled as they both tried to catch their breath.
“I was until I saw you in that little ass night shirt,” he laughed.
He forgot his lighter inside and he called Amore to bring it to him. She had been up all night on her laptop and she had just put it away. As soon as he saw her, Trillion didn’t even feel like smoking anymore. He wanted her right there on the balcony and she was always ready. Trillion’s balcony was private, just like his rooftop pool. Tristyn was with his stepmother and father, so they were free to do whatever.
“Come on. We need a shower,” Amore replied as she got up and stretched. She still had on her night shirt but her underwear was somewhere on the balcony, right along with Trillion’s.
“Damn girl. That shit is juicy as fuck,” Trillion said as he squeezed her ass. He planted a kiss on both her ass cheeks as Amore shook her head and laughed.
“Stop being a freak and come get in the shower,” Amore said.
“Let me smoke this right quick. Start the water and I’ll be there in a minute,” Trillion replied.
When she left, he lit his blunt and enjoyed the crisp morning air. It was almost six in the morning and the sun was about to rise. Once Trillion took a few more puffs of his weed, he put it out on the concrete and got up to join Amore in the shower. When he stepped inside of the shower,
he smiled as Amore poured some of his liquid soap on a towel and started to bathe him. It was the little things that made him love her a little more each day. Amore cooked, cleaned and took care of him and Tristyn better than Leah ever did. His daughter loved her and that only let him know that he’d made a good choice when he chose her.
“Are you hungry baby? I can fix you some breakfast,” Amore offered before they got in the bed.
“No Love, I’m good. You need to get you some rest. I told you about staying up on that computer all night,” Trillion scolded as he pulled the covers back on the bed.
“I know but I have to write whenever the characters tell me to. I can’t explain it but, when they talk, I have to listen.” Amore shrugged as they both laid down.
“Tell them to talk before ten o’clock then. I don’t want my daughter coming out with bags under her eyes because she’s being sleep deprived by your fictional ass characters,” Trillion said, making her laugh.
“Go to sleep,” Amore replied with a yawn. Trillion scooted over closer and snuggled up behind her. He and Amore were in the spooning position as he rubbed her belly. They talked for a few more minutes before they both drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later, Trillion was awakened by the sound of his ringing phone. He was aggravated and he didn’t even know who was calling. He glanced over at the clock that was on his nightstand and saw that it was only a little after ten that morning. He’d only been asleep for a little over four hours and he needed about four more. Amore was snoring lightly, so he knew that she was tired too. Trillion didn’t want to disturb her, so he silenced his ringer and slowly got out of the bed. The phone had stopped ringing but it started up again as soon as he walked into the bathroom.
“Bruh, I just went to sleep. Keep the car until later.” Trillion yawned when he answered the phone for Blue.
“Man, come downstairs. These pussy ass rental cops don’t want us to come up there,” Blue fumed.
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