by Tee Jae
“I want Biggs to go with me,” I burst through the doors of his office, not giving a damn that he was on the phone. He looked me up and down ignoring me and continued his phone call. I stood there tapping my foot until he ended his call.
“Biggs is not up for grabs Brooklyn, now you can take Terrance or Marcus, or you can take Terrance AND Marcus but Biggs has work to do here with me,” he nonchalantly said before standing up from behind his massive mahogany wooden desk.
I walked over closer to him, “All I'm saying is if Biggs is your security then he has to be the best of the best. He been guarding your ass and you look intact too me.” I looked into his gentle, yet cold piercing eyes as he stared back down into mine. I turned away quickly. Just from the way he stared at me, I had chills running through my body that scared the hell out if me. I’ve never felt this strong of an attraction to any man, I mean not even Gator and it had me questioning what the hell was going on with me. Was it that fact that I found out Gator was married a few weeks ago that turned me all the way the hell off or was this man in front of me the real deal? “If Biggs can't come with me, then I'm not going.” I turned away from him taking a seat in one of the chairs across from his desk crossing my legs. He bent down on the floor bringing himself eye level to me.
“First off, Biggs is not my security and he don’t protect me from shit. I’m my own man don’t you ever forget that shit. I run this shit and you will do what the fuck I say.” He was so close to me the familiar smell of his cologne invaded my nostrils. I closed my eyes as visions of me jumping up on his desk and fucking the shit out of him ran through my mind. “You should have been to the pickup already but instead you gone fuck around and make me teach yo ass a lesson, don’t go against me Brooklyn because it won’t end good for you,” his deep baritone voice sent chills down my spine and made my pussy wet all in one moment.
Biggs stepped in, “Khadi, just let me do her first run with her so she can adjust then from there we will have Terrance or Marcus go,” Biggs grabbed my arm, pulling me up from the chair, damn near dragging me towards the door.
Khadi stood there with a look on his face that I was unable to read before walking towards the door and slamming it in my face.
“Rude Motherf….” I tried to holler but Biggs put his big hand over my mouth.
“Go ahead and change out of your workout clothes. I'll be waiting for you in the truck out front.” He pushed me towards the staircase before walking out the front door.
*****
“Thanks for standing up for me,” I looked over at Biggs as he drove the SUV towards our first stop.
Stopping the car in front of an average looking home in a middle -class neighborhood he looked at me but didn’t return the smile before turning towards me in the seat.
“Brooklyn, I didn’t stand up for you back there, I saved you. I’m confused as to why you keep testing that man and I'm even more confused as to why he keeps letting you slide. Trust me, Khadi Santana, is not the type of man you test and get away with it.” He said before throwing the truck in park and hopping out to come around and open the door for me. I slid out of the truck and jumped straight into go mode.
“Dammmmmmmmn McThotty, where you going?” Khaza asked, pausing the game system he was playing soon as I walked inside the house. He stood up from the couch dressed in a pair of jeans with no shirt, displaying his upper body that was covered in tattoos with about 8 chains around his neck. The smell of weed slapped me in the face as he blew more smoke in the air. I looked around at the squeaky- clean place; this definitely didn’t look like the trap houses you see on tv. The inside was decorated nicely with a grey leather two-piece sofa and the huge flat screen hung on the wall. I rolled my eyes at him.
“What’s wrong with my outfit?” I stared down at my black over the knee strappy boots, my cut off blue jean shorts and long sleeve, black, cut off crop top revealing my flat stomach.
“Nothing’s wrong with it if you trying to get fucked,” He laughed as him and his homeboy dapped hands. “My brother let you leave out the house like that?” he looked me up and down suspiciously.
“Ha! Please, yo brother don’t run me, I wear what I want.” I turned and made it down the hall headed towards the third door to my left where Biggs said the safe would be.
“Yeah fucking right, she changed after he slammed the door in her face, she didn’t have that shit on before,” Biggs tried to tell Khaza quietly.
“I heard that shit, Biggs,” I hollered right before we all fell out laughing. I wish shit was cool like this at the Santana estate instead of walking around like a fucking mime on mute all day. The only time I had a good laugh is when Khali was over, and I hadn’t seen her ass in a couple of days. I punched the code into the safe and pulled the duffle bag out of it, throwing it over my shoulder before heading back towards the front, “You ready, Biggs?”
“Hang on,” Khaza said pulling his iPhone out of his pocket and snapping a picture of me. “I got to send this shit to big bro,” he laughed before pulling on his Backwoods.
“Wait, send this one to him,” I said posing and sticking my middle finger towards the camera. “You can say what you want but I know big bro got to be smashing. For one, he don’t never let no broad lay-up at his crib and two, if yo fine ass was in my shit, I’d be sneaking in your room dicking you down like Tyrese did Yvette in Baby Boy.”
“You funny,” I laughed walking up to him grabbing the blunt out his hand and taking a pull. I hadn’t smoked since I was probably sixteen, so immediately I was thrown into a fit of coughs from puffing on the potent weed. I damn near coughed up my right lung while the guys were laughing so hard.
“Gimme my shit back,” Khaza snatched it out my hand. “That’s that Gunja gal, you can't handle that.” Once I calmed myself down, I flipped them the bird and walked out of the house with Biggs right behind me. After a few more pickups, our last stop was in East Little Havana at the Regions Bank to meet Khaddo. Khaddo was more on the business side of the Santana empire working with the money, properties, etc. Biggs backed the truck up to the back of the building as two uniformed security guards were waiting to grab the duffle bags out of the truck and get them inside. I watched Khaddo through the rearview mirror on the phone in a heated conversation. I jumped out the truck and headed his way while Biggs helped the guards.
“What the fuck you mean you can't find her? Well, did you locate her car? So, you’re telling me her car has been in the Wal-Mart parking lot for the last 4 hours? Nah, fuck her I'll wait until she gets back home." He was so into his conversation he didn’t even hear me walk up on him. I listened quietly for a second before I tapped him on his shoulder.
“You always this sharp?” I asked him right before he ended his call. He was dressed in a dark navy-blue suit with a crisp white dress shirt and a black tie. He was definitely a younger version of Khadi and just as handsome.
“Whenever I'm at work I dress the part.” He looked me up and down, “Uhhhhhhh, my brother know that you came out the house like that?”
“Why does everybody keep asking me that? Your brother is not my man nor my father,” I laughed. “You ok?” I asked looking into his frustrated face, he tried to lighten the mood by smiling.
"Everything is fine,” he replied turning his attention on the money then back on me, “Them niggas didn’t give you no problems, eh?”
“Only about my outfit. We both laughed.
“Follow me up so I can give you some paperwork for Khadi.”
We all hopped on the elevator and rode it to the top floor of the gorgeous office. The big wide-open space was decorated with bright blues and greys with a circular desk that sat in the middle. “This is my assistant/receptionist, Mrs. Dee.” She stood up and came around giving me a hug.
“Child, you are so beautiful. How did you meet these knuckle heads?” She laughed looping her arms between Khaddo and Biggs. Mrs. Dee looked beautiful to say she was fifty years old and carried herself well.
“I’m actu
ally a friend of Khadi’s,” she plastered the biggest smile on her face.
“Ohhhhhhh, I'm glad he finally found someone,” she took her hand and twirled me around, “Cause baby you got it”, she clapped her hands together. Khaddo and Biggs laughed and walked into his office.
“Sorry Mrs. Dee but me and Khadi are not like together or nothing, I just work for him.” I told her as she pulled me towards the couch in the waiting area where we chatted about different things for me to do and try in Miami.
*****
For the last two months, I adjusted to the norm of my new life. My pickups were running smoothly, and I even did a few of them by myself. Khadi and I even became closer after he gave me the cold shoulder the first few weeks. I learned that being disrespectful wasn’t a way of getting his attention, but I still enjoyed getting him all riled up. He hated when I dressed too sexy and I loved getting a reaction out of him. He was fighting his feelings for me; he didn’t have to say anything, I could feel it. He would do things like dismiss everyone from the main house just, so it would only be him and I at dinner. Have flowers delivered to me and act like he didn’t know who they were from. I thought it was cute. He even revealed to me that Sophia let him know Trulucks was my favorite restaurant and that’s why he chose that spot for dinner my first night here.
We even had late night talks about me and Gator’s relationship. On some nights he would mostly just listened to me as I babbled on about how my heart was broken into a million pieces. Most nights he would pull me in for a hug comforting me. He was so smart and powerful in the way he made moves that eventually I started to fall for him more and more. It was getting almost impossible to hide.
“So, why people in the streets refer to you as God?” I asked him as we lounged around in the theater room after we had just finished watching Den of Thieves. He cut his eyes at me.
“I don’t know but I hate it.” He sat up in his chair. “I only do what I'm supposed to do around here, but I don’t decide who lives or dies and I damn sure don’t dictate what anyone has going on. I just do me and make sure my people straight.” He stood up, helping me from the recliner that I was in, “Don’t you ever refer to me as God, you hear me?”
I just stared at him nodding my head, I was so smitten by this man and I couldn’t fight it anymore. I turned around and kissed him. He pulled away,
“What you doing, ma?” he grabbed both sides of my face.
“I want you…” I tried kissing him again, but he stopped me and stepped back.
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want you too but this,” he placed his finger on my chest pointing to my heart he closed his eyes, “It still belongs to someone else and once I take you, it ain't no going back.” He stepped around me walking out leaving me standing there feeling confused.
*****
“Good morning,” I spoke up before taking a sip of my morning smoothie.
“Morning, Ms. Lady, how was your night” he spoke back never taking his eyes off his phone.
Would’ve been better if I was sitting on your face. I thought as I stared at his handsome face. “Same ole boring stuff.” I replied pulling my eyes away and focusing on the beautiful ocean that rested past the pool.
“Well if it's alright with you I would like for you to join me tonight we are celebrating Khaza’s birthday at my nightclub G5.” He locked his phone and looked up at me.
“Are you asking me out, Mr. Santana?” I giggled.
“This is strictly a celebration, Ms. Trase. See you tonight and try not to dress naked. I might not have enough security in the club tonight to keep the niggas off you,” he laughed walking away from the table.
“I never said yes,” I hollered rolling my eyes and sticking my middle finger towards his back as he walked away.
Chapter 13
Khadi
“Ain't nobody fucking with my
clique, clique, clique”
Khaza stood on the sectional in our private section in G5 rapping along to the Kanye West lyrics while pouring champagne on two strippers who were on the floor beneath him displaying girl on girl action. Everybody was out tonight celebrating my baby brother’s birthday and I couldn’t be happier for him. I was proud of the young hustler Khaza had become and not once did he ever complain about starting from the bottom and working his way up, so tonight I just wanted him to enjoy himself and go out with a bang on his birthday.
Everything was on point tonight; the club was at capacity as the V.I.P. girls walked back and forth with bottles and sparklers in the air. The Dj was spinning all the latest hits and repeatedly shouting out Khaza and the many ballers who decided to show their face in the hottest club in Miami. Khali was enjoying herself just on the strength that I let her come out with us tonight and let her drink. I glanced over at Khaddo and Camille and something seemed off with them. They were usually all lovey dovey and getting lap dances but tonight they looked bored with each other. I made a mental note to check Khaddo about it later.
I was low key tonight, dressed in a pair of dark denim, distressed, Balmain jeans and a simple white Gucci collar shirt with the 5 stars on my chest and a pair of all red speed knit Balenciaga’s on my feet. The only pieces of jewelry I wore tonight was my iced out Audemars piguet watch and pinky ring. I was supposed to be enjoying the show in front of me, but I couldn’t keep my eyes from across the room. Brooklyn left out our section to use the restroom at least ten minutes ago. I stood up scanning my eyes around the club and spotted her posted up cheesing in some lame ass nigga face at the bar.
I grabbed my bottle of Ace of Spades out the ice bucket and gulped it down. “Yo Biggs,” I tapped him on his shoulder while he was busy receiving a lap dance from a big boned stripper, named Thickums. “Who’s ole boy Brooklyn all cozy with at the bar?”
Our eyes both turned in their direction to find Brooklyn giggling while he whispered in her ear. I didn’t want to show my true colors, but Brooklyn was steady testing me. The fact that I wanted to step over that velvet rope and strangle them both to death scared the hell out of me. I never gave two fucks about a woman and what they had going on since I lost Toi. The more Brooklyn was at the house, the more a nigga was falling for her and that warm fuzzy feeling my pops used to tell me about been creeping in my chest since the first day I laid eyes on her.
“That’s Ace,” Biggs responded looking towards the bar, “He works with Chino.”
Chino was an older cat who ran Over Town, one of Miami’s most notorious hoods. I stood up from the sofa unhooking the velvet rope and headed straight toward the bar with Biggs following close behind me.
“Khadi,” Ace pulled away from Brooklyn sticking his hand out for a shake.
I looked down at his hand ignoring the gesture and looked at Brooklyn, “What the fuck you doing?” I sneered at her.
“This your girl?” Ace asked shocked. “Man, I swear I ain't know God,” He pleaded.
“No, I'm not his girl, right God?” she slurred placing her hand on her hip.
Ace disappeared before I could say anything. I pulled her arm leading her back to our VIP section. “Khadi what the fu…” she tried to say before I let her hand go and sat on the sofa.
“Sit your ass down, Brooklyn and enjoy yourself as my guest. Your mama never taught you not to show your teeth to every man you meet?” I sneered in her direction. I looked her up and down and shook my head. I specifically asked her not to dress thottish and here she was dressed in a pair of shorts that barely covered her apple ass and a damn top that easily could’ve been mistaken for a bra. She was drinking a bit much tonight, so I assumed it was the liquor when she stood up and started dancing, swaying her hips side to side. She found her way into my lap and started grinding her ass on my lap, turning a nigga on. I looked over at Khaza and he was cheesing at me giving me the thumbs up.
Ever since I dragged Brooklyn down to Miami, him and Khaddo been riding my back about locking her down. A nigga been feeling shorty since I laid eyes on her, but I wasn’t trying to
be her back up plan and then one day she just up and decides she want her nigga back.
“Awwwww, you were jealous?” she asked as she grinded her ass on me.
“You don’t want to do that, ma.” I whispered in her ear damn near kissing her earlobe.
“If you scared say you scared,” she boldly laid her head back on my shoulder grinding on me before slowly intertwining her tongue with mine. I could taste the rose from the champagne on her tongue. Damn near all eyes were on us in the club, mostly because I don’t display public affection with no female like that. I had to bury my face in the crook of her neck to hide me blushing. I don’t know what type of hold this chick had on me, but a nigga’s nose was wide open, and I didn’t even get the pussy yet.
She slowly got up leaving my member on rock hard and continued to dance, but she made sure her ass stayed right in front of me.
“So, you just gone tease a nigga all night?” I laughed standing up trying to adjust my dick in my Balmain’s and get a view of the club.
“I'm not teasing, I'm blocking because I see that bitch over there desperately trying to get your attention,” she giggled.
I glanced over the rope and my old bitch, Stassi was trying to get past security. I couldn’t do nothing but laugh. “You ain’t got to block for that, matters of fact,” I made my way over to the velvet rope where Stassi was fussing with one of my security guards.
“Stassi, what the fuck you doing here?” I questioned looking at her in disgust.
Stassi was a little more than a fuck, but I didn’t see a future with the broad. She was black and Asian and let's just say she definitely pulled from her black roots with her shapely, slim-thick body. Standing at about 5’7 with her long, black, natural hair down to her bra strap, she could easily put most women to shame. Tonight, I looked into her slanted eyes and pouty lips that I'm sure Dr. Miami plumped up for her and couldn’t even imagine them wrapped around my dick like I usually do.