by T J Edwards
Once Ebony found out that Tori and I were an item, she hurried and kicked Maine to the curb and I regained custody of him. She and I had never had strong bond or liked each other. I think it was because I’d picked Punkin over her back in the day even though back then, Ebony thought she was the shit.
She was five feet three inches tall, red boned with hazel eyes and long, natural, reddish-brown hair with a nice body to go along with every thing else. She had real big titties that looked good on her. Even though I didn’t like her, I still had to keep shit real. She was bad. “You don’t scare me, Showbiz. I ain’t worried about you doing nothing to me. Now get the fuck out of my way so I can see my nephew and get the fuck out of here!” She rolled her eyes and tried to push me out of the way again.
I took a step to the side and grabbed her by her neck, before slapping her across the face as hard as I could.
Wham!
She yelped and fell to the floor. She scooted backward on her ass, holding her face that was bright red from where I’d hit her loud mouth ass. “I hate you! It’s your fault that my nephew is dead! One day, somebody gon’ kill yo’ ass, Showbiz. Mark those words!” she screamed.
I closed the distance between us and snatched her up by her hair. The family in the pews ran to one side of the church in a frenzy. “Bitch, I’m sick of your mouth. You always got somethin’ to say.” I smacked her across the face again, then back handed her, dropping her ass back to the floor. She curled into a ball, crying her eyes out.
“I hate him so much. I swear to God I do.”
“Get this bitch out of here before I stomp a mud hole in her ass!” I snapped at Tristian. Tori rushed to her side along with my brother and picked her up. She staggered to her feet, crying loudly.
My father, Chico, came from the back of the church is an expensive Burberry suit with gold cuff links. His wavy hair had specks of gray in it. His goatee was lined nice and neat. “Son, I understand your frustration, but you are not to beat a woman in front of everybody like that. Just take a look at the pews. Look at how your family is looking at you in total fear and trepidation,” he whispered.
I glanced over his shoulder and saw how my family was purposely avoiding eye contact with me. The women had their arms wrapped safely around their children. The men looked off everywhere but in my direction. I could hear Ebony’s whimpering in the distance. “Yo, I don’t give a fuck. That bitch brought her punk ass in here and disrespected me in front of my people. She lucky I ain’t kill her ass on everything. So I don’t want to hear that shit, Pop. Word up.”
My oId man frowned his face and ran his fingers through his hair. “I want to have a sit down with you and your brothers tomorrow at my mansion in Bayside. We have some very important things to go over. I’ll expect you to be there, Mijo.”
Mijo meant my son in Spanish. My father had a habit of calling me and my brothers this. He also never spoke English unless he had to which was rare. “I think I might need more than a day to get my head right. Today is Wednesday. Why don’t you give me until Friday and I should be good to go?”
I looked over my baby lying in his coffin and felt like throwing up. I needed a fix. That heroin was calling me like never before. I could feel my veins throbbing in my arms. My father nodded. “Okay, Mijo. That’s understandable, but you make sure that you’re there Friday. Get your head together. I have some heavy news that I’ll be dropping on you kids. You’ll need your strength.” He kissed me on both cheeks and walked away. I placed my hand onto my son’s chest and shook my head. I was missing him like crazy.
* * *
I didn’t make it home until eleven o’clock that night. As soon as I stepped foot in the door, I started to take off of my clothes and headed toward my master bedroom so I could grab my dope out of the bottom drawer dresser. I loosened my tie and dropped it on the carpet. Tori carne out of the kitchen with an apron around her waist. She wiped her hands on it.
“Baby, I’m so glad that you’re home. I was worried sick about you.” She ran up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. After I slapped Ebony’s ass around a little bit, Tori had driven her home. By the time she got back to the church, we’d gon’ to the cemetery to put Maine into the ground. Nobody was allowed to witness the burial of him other than the men of our family. It was a Vega’s custom.
“Yo, I’m good, but I need my shit. I’m feening. My stomach feel like it’s being ripped out of me.”
I moved her out of my way and rushed into the bedroom. Dropping to my knees and pulling out the lower drawer, I took a half kilo of heroin out of it and sat it on top of my dresser. I opened it and took some of the powder, placing it in the palm of my hand, snorting it hard. On contact, the drug rushed to my brain, sending bells that rang inside of my ears. My entire head became numb, then the feeling coursed its way throughout my entire body until I got that euphoric feeling of happiness. I held my nose and closed my eyes.
It felt like I was being pulled backward. There was a constant drip in the back of my throat and every it time it happened, I felt higher and higher. My penis got hard. I grabbed it and squeezed it. Tori came into the room and looked up to me.
“Do you feel better now, daddy?” she asked, placing her hand on my chest. I nodded.
“A little, but you know what you can do to help daddy take his mind off of this evening?” I asked, looking down on her and setting the dope back on my dresser as I closed the package. She dropped to her knees and rubbed up and down my pants front.
“I already know, daddy, and I got you.” She unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out, stroking it up and down in her small hand. She kissed the head and trailed her tongue all around it, before sucking it into her mouth.
The insides of her mouth felt hot and wet. Her suction was amazing. I could feel her tongue licking all around my helmet. Tori was my baby mother’s youngest sister, and in my opinion, the coldest out of all of them. She was five feet six inches tall, caramel-skinned with light freckles all over her pretty face. She had pure brown eyes and a body of a goddess. She was my in-house pussy.
I had a some feelings for her, but no love just yet. I wouldn’t let nobody hurt her and as long as she was under my wing, I felt it was my job to spoil her, but that was as far as it went. I didn’t think there was a woman on earth that could lock me down. I loved pussy way too much.
I grabbed a handful of her hair and humped into her mouth as she squeezed her lips together and pumped my dick up and down with blazing speed. Her jaws hollowed in and out. She slurped at my pole loudly with her eyes closed. She looked like a fine ass porn star. “Yo, stop playin’ wit’ me and take them hands away. You know I don’t play that shit. You suck daddy with mouth and tongue only.”
I gasped, losing my breath. Her head was bomb when she didn’t use her fists. I needed that straight ho’ to come out of her. She popped me out with a loud thawk! “I’m sorry, daddy, but I got you. Let’s get it.”
She sucked me back into her mouth and put her hands behind her back, spearing her head into my lap like a savage. Her spit dripped off of my balls and landed on the carpet in my master bedroom. I humped into her mouth, tightening my grip in her hair. “Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Yeah, boo. That’s daddy’s baby right there. Suck me, ma. Let me cum all in it. Shit, this mouth.”
I closed my eyes tighter and sped up my pace. My dick traveled all the way down her throat before I pulled it back only to invade her esophagus again. Her mouth traveled up and down my penis. She nipped at the head with her teeth and sent shivers throughout my body. I had to hold on to the dresser to maintain my balance.
I tried to lose myself within the bliss of her head game, but my son’s face continued to pop into my head, preventing me from doing so. I could feel the dope heightening the senses of my pipe. I pulled it out of her mouth and noted she kept on sucking at the air for a split second until she carne to her senses.
“Baby, I gotta hit that pussy. I need to fuck something hard. You hear me?” I asked, picking her up and tossing he
r onto the bed before yanking her black Prada skirt up her thick thighs.
She opened them wide and ran her fingers up and down her slit. She wore pink panties that were silk and nearly see through. I could make out the wet spot on the center of them. “Okay, daddy. We can do whatever you want. Just tell me how you need me. I’ll do whatever you want. I belong to you.”
She pulled her panties to the side of her pussy, exposing the meaty brown lips. A clear gel seeped out of them. I stuck my face between her legs and sucked both lips into my mouth like a vacuum cleaner. Her pussy tasted sweet with a hint of salt. I ran my tongue up and down her crease, then slid it into her hole, flicking it like crazy. She bucked her hips and sat all the way up on the bed before falling backwards.
“Daddy! Oh my, daddy,” she moaned and opened her thighs wider. She lowered the straps on her dress and her breasts came bouncing out with erect dark brown nipples that looked like bigger versions of Hershey Kisses. I watched her pull on them and push her mounds together. I opened her pussy lips wider with my thumbs, then licked all around her clit before trapping it with my teeth.
I flicked it with my tongue. Her juices rushed out of her and dripped down my neck. Her scent was strong. It drove me crazy. “Aww, daddy! Daddy! Get up here and fuck yo’ baby! Please! I need that dick! Please, daddy!” she begged.
I licked up and down her thick thighs and bit into them, sucking them with my lips. I could taste her perfume that she may have sprayed on them before she left the house that day. I ran my tongue all the way back up to her clit and nipped at it. I slid two fingers into her pussy, running them in and out at full speed. I needed to taste her cum. I needed to swallow her juices. It riled me up every single time. Pussy juice was like my spinach. I used it for fuel to go ape shit crazy.
“Suck my clit, daddy! Suck my clit like that! Aww, fuck! Aww fuck, daddy! I’m cumming. Yo’ baby cumming!” she screamed, before shaking like crazy. I continued to suck and finger her. I swallowed as much of her juices as I could, while I trapped her vagina’s nipple and sucked on it for all it was worth. She wrapped her thighs around my head and came and came, smearing my face with her creams.
I hopped between her legs and ran my big dick head up and down her dripping slit. The head slipped into her pink hole. I slammed forward and buried my dick as deep into her as it could go. I was trying to bump one of her ovaries.
“Aww, shit! Daddy, it’s deep. Holy fuck! Hit this cat, daddy! Hit it right.” She tossed the back of her thighs on my shoulders. I got to banging that pussy like it was my last piece on earth. My hips popped forward and back with blazing speed. Her walls sucked at me and tried to keep me in every time I pulled back. She was scorching on the inside and tight. Her scent wafted up my nose, fueling the best within.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Yeah, ma. This daddy’s. This daddy’s. I’m fucking my IiI’ one,” I growled, hitting that ass off right. The headboard slammed into the wall repeatedly. We bounced up and down in the bed. The springs were squeaking like we were jumping all around on top of it. I could feel the fan from the nightstand blowing on my chest and the sweat sliding down the side of my face.
“Uh. Uh. daddy. Ooh shit, daddy! My stomach, my stomach. You’re in my stomach! Aww, shit!” she screamed and ran her tongue all over her lips.
I tossed her legs down and leaned forward, sucking all over her big titties. I sucked on the nipples while my hips continued to pound into her. It felt like I was fucking a velvet drain that felt soft and oozed out thick bubbles of her juices.
I sucked on her neck and fucked her as hard as I could. “l’m about to cum, ma. Daddy’s ‘bout to cum. Aww fuck, babe.”
I felt my entire body tingling. My head got sensitive before it expanded and my nut shot out of me. My balls rose into my lower abs as I released squirt after squirt into her hot pussy. All the while I bit into her neck like a vampire. She bucked under me and ran her hands all over my back. She sucked my ear lobe into her ear and moaned. “I love you, daddy. I love you so much.”
I flipped her to her stomach and kissed all over that fat ass booty. I opened the cheeks and licked up and down her crease, taking my time as I sucked on her crinkle back there. I looked at how thick my baby was. I couldn’t get enough of her body.
Chapter 3
I waited until nine o’clock at night the following Friday before I showed up at my oId man’s mansion out in Bayside. I really didn’t feel like fucking with him or my brothers. I was missing my son and my right hand woman, Eve. She had committed suicide only a month prior to my son’s murder. My head was fucked up, and I didn’t feel like being passive nor subordinate to my father. I was ready to kill up some shit.
My uncle Javier answered the door to my father’s mansion with two old school, Cuban bodyguards standing behind him. Both were armed and I knew that on my father’s command, that they’d murder something quickly. “Juanito, my nephew. It’s about time you showed up. It’s good to see you.” He pulled me in for an embrace. I wrapped my arms around him briefly. I wasn’t into that affectionate shit with other men. I didn’t give a fuck if they were my blood relatives or not. It just wasn’t in me. But with bitches, it was a different story.
“Yo, I’m here, Unc. Let’s get this shit over and done with. I got other places to be.” I walked past him and into the mansion.
Everywhere I looked inside of the palace, I spotted an armed guard pacing the expanse of the mansion. They had scowls on their faces on high alert. I was guessing that since my father had fully taken a hold of the Vega fields that my family back home in Havana must of felt he needed twenty-four hour protection. It made sense to me.
I walked past the grand living room with the crystal chandeliers and the Maplewood fully glossed tables. Marble floors and counter tops too, nodding my head. My pops definitely had major swag in my opinion. All around the mansion were pictures of famous Cuban leaders throughout history.
Javier led me downstairs and into the den where I saw my little brothers, Miguel and Tristian, sitting at the long table that my father had inside of his den. Along with them were bodyguards and my father’s personal attorney and right hand man, Shapiro. Miguel and I shared the same parents. He was four years younger than me. Out of all of my father’s children, he was the one that looked most like him.
He had wavy hair, light brown eyes, and fair skin. He and I had a decent relationship. I loved him because he was my brother. I would never allow anything to happen to him while I was present. But then again, we didn’t have that type of relationship where I would go above and beyond for him under any circumstances. We were siblings and that was that.
I found an empty chair and pulled it out, taking my place. I could still feel the effects of the drug running rampant in my system. My eyes were low and my nose felt like it wanted to drool. I dabbed at it with a Kleenex and sat my right hand on the table looking at the front of the room where my father sat with a look of frustration.
“How nice of you to join us, Juanito. Now that you’re here, we can begin.” He stood up and nodded at Shapiro. Shapiro was a sharp, well-dressed Italian with wavy black hair and green eyes. He was about five feet six inches tall with a sharp nose. He and my father had been rocking for more than twenty years. I’d forgotten how they’d linked up to begin with, but ever since they had, they’d been as thick as thieves.
When it came to the affairs of the Vegas, Shapiro was the man that took care of everything from the inside out. “As you all should know, it has taken quite a lump sum to make this ordeal that took place with Maine Vega go away. There is a little girl that is still in the hospital fighting for her life. In addition to that, we had to answer for Tristian’s wounds and the other person that was killed at the same time all of this took place.
Now it wasn’t easy, but thankfully, we were able to buy a Senator before all of this took place. And the Vegas have promised to see to it that he becomes Mayor of New York. I am confident with the right strings being pulled, we can make this happen.” Shapiro stepped to h
is left and placed his hand on my father’s shoulder. “Sir?”
My father looked down the table at me and then to my brothers. “Sons, that is not the only reason that you’ve been called here tonight. There are actually two very important reasons. For the first one, I’ll show you a video.”
The lights were dimmed before he stood up and rolled down his projector. Seconds later, the film was rolling. I saw my Porsche pulling into the parking lot across from Flex and his crew. As soon as I saw where this video was going, I lowered my head. It was just like my oId man to obtain footage for shit that others never had access to.
Just hearing the “oohs” and “ahhs” in the room made me sick to my stomach. I raised my head just in time for me to see Flex roll up on Maine and gun him down with a big smile on his face. His Escalade then stormed out of the parking lot. I could see myself running toward Maine, but it was too late. He was already gone by the time I made it back to him. I felt like shit. I jumped up and made my way out of the door.
“Man, fuck this shit. I’m out of here.” Two of my father’s armed guards blocked my path, breathing down on me as if they were ready to send me to the reaper. I was seconds away from losing my cool.
“Sit your ass down, Juanito! Now! You are apart of this family whether you like it or not. Sit down!” he hollered from across the room, flicking the lights on.
I stood there for a minute, the whole image of seeing my son’s murder in front of me fresh in my mind. I felt like snapping. I knew that I had to kill Flex fast or I was going to lose my mind. I made my way back to my seat and reluctantly sat down.
“Now, what that video shows is that you were negligent. You kicked off a bunch of bullshit with my grandson in the car. It shouldn’t have happened. It was less than smart. You are the oldest son that I have. I expect more from you. Do you understand that?” he hollered.