by Tee Jae
“Damn, baby slow down,” I grabbed her head trying to slow her down from the fire sloppy head I was receiving, “sssssssss. Damn ma,” I reached down and freed her titties from her lace la Perla bra and I pinched her nipples softly and she moaned giving light vibrations on my dick, that shit drove a nigga crazy. After about 15 more minutes of her sucking a nigga soul out my body, I lifted her up off her knees and playfully threw her ass on the king size bed of the hotel room we frequented. I opened her legs and positioned my body midway on top of hers, coming face to face with her perfect titties, using one hand I grabbed one and pinched her nipples again while my free hand slid her panties off. I ran my hand between her pussy lips feeling the wetness and warmth. After I dipped my finger inside her walls, I brought it back up and placed it in her mouth and watched as she sucked her juices off it with fire in her eyes. She licked her lips seductively,
“Having second thoughts?” she smirked.
Fucking right I was having second thoughts. I chuckled as I sat up and started thinking about what the fuck we were doing. She opened her legs and started playing with her neatly shaved pussy. Watching her juices glisten for a minute, I finally slapped her hand away diving in head first.
“Mmmmmmmm,” I moaned while tasting her juices and sucking on her clit.
“Damn Khaza…ohhhhh yesssss, that feels so good,” she squealed opening her legs wider. She grabbed my head pushing me further into her gushy shit. “Oh, my godddddd yessssssss,” she let go of my head trying to run away from me as her nut poured out of her hole like a waterfall on my tongue and I licked her dry.
“Come do that trick I like,” I fished for a condom in my pants pocket before throwing them back on the floor. She grabbed the condom out of my hand, tore it open and used her mouth to place it on my dick without using her hands. I flipped her over and smacked her ass while entering her from behind. She started bucking back and grinding as I reached around her thick thighs and started drumming my fingers across her clit to slow her down. “Damn, this pussy good,” I pulled out and started eating her pussy from behind before a nigga bust too quick.
“Ohhhhhhhh Khaza, daddy,” she moaned.
I flipped her on her back and swiftly placed her left leg over my shoulder while I rammed my dick in and out her pussy. I took my thumb and passed it over my tongue before rubbing her clit with it and sticking just the tip of my dick in and out her pussy touching her spot.
“Fuck Khazaaaaaa, I'm about to cum!!”
I smirked knowing I was about to receive a shower right before she started squirting everywhere. Her legs started shaking uncontrollably and that turned a nigga on. It made me go harder. I started pounding harder and she was steady squirting, leaving my chest wet as fuck.
I couldn’t hold my nut anymore, “Ughhhhhhhh.” I grunted, filling up the condom with my seeds right before I collapsed on top of her. “Damn, baby that was good.” I kissed her neck before rolling over and laying on my back. She got up and walked to the bathroom to retrieve a warm towel, she removed the condom from my dick and wiped it clean. She threw the towel across the room on the hotel floor and started sucking my dick until I got hard again and bust in her mouth. She came up for air after swallowing my nut and tried to kiss me, I turned my face.
“Ma, you know I don’t play that shit.” She smacked her lips and rose from the bed to get her shower started.
I laid in bed butt-naked and lit a blunt. Damn, I'm fucking up big time, I thought to myself. She emerged from the bathroom fully dressed, “Cmon Khaza, I need you to drop me back to my car.”
I nodded my head getting up and throwing on my clothes. “Aye, make sure you bless my brother with some of that bomb ass pussy tonight, the nigga been uptight lately.” I laughed as we exited the room and headed for the elevator.
“Fuck you Khaza,” she stuck her middle finger at me.
That was all I could remember from that day. I know a nigga fucked up but Lord, if you pull me through this one, I promise I won't even look at Camille again. I silently said a prayer before falling back into what felt like a deep sleep.
Chapter 18
Brooklyn
Save a place for me, Save a place for me
I’ll be there soon, I’ll be there soon
A middle-aged woman sung her heart out at the graveyard as the pallbearers carried Camille’s shiny white and gold casket from the horse and carriage to her plot. Family and friends followed close behind to say their final goodbyes. Khaddo made sure Camille was going home in only the best.
A pair of shades covered Khaddo’s eyes as people walked up to him giving their condolences and sympathy. He stood in the front dressed in a deep purple, custom, slim three-piece suit. Purple was Camille’s favorite color, so everyone wore a hint of purple today, even me. I was dressed in an all-black knee length fitted dress with a purple fur draped over my shoulders. My oversized Chloe shades covered my face as I stood next to Khadi while he consoled his brother. The minute I got his voicemail, I rushed back to the estate to be by his side.
“I don’t know what type of shit you and your drug dealing brothers got my daughter into, but you motherfuckers will pay!” Camille’s mom cursed loudly, not giving a damn that we were at a grave site.
Her husband tried grabbing her arm and she jerked away from him, “You damn Santana’s are the devil! I told her not to marry your ass,” she continued cursing, as Khaddo stood there unmoved by her rant.
“You might want to get out of my brother’s face before it gets real ugly out here,” Khali walked up with Biggs behind her. “He just lost his wife and he can't even grieve properly at her funeral that he paid for just like he probably paid for anything you own.” Khali stood toe to toe with Camille’s mom.
She rolled her eyes as he said to her, “Everybody always got some slick mess to say about the Santana’s when they can no longer eat off of us. Now step back before shit get real,” Khali and Camille’s mom silently stared each other down.
With Camille now gone, Khaza in a coma, and Khali pregnant, I knew Khadi was stressed and now understood the pain in his voice in my voicemail and wish I would’ve came back sooner. Things have been awkward since I been back as much as Khadi tried to push me away, I continued to stay by his side and comfort him in his time of need.
I stayed around because I knew a man like him needed a strong woman on the home front and it came easy to me. Hell, that’s all I've ever known was how to be a hustler’s wife. I didn’t ask questions when he came home at night with blood on his clothes and shoes. I would take them down to the furnace in the basement and burn them while he showered his night away. He would come into bed naked and fuck me roughly then turn his back on me and fall asleep. I knew he was going through a lot and I was trying to be understanding but I was still a woman who had feelings.
“Good morning,” I walked into the kitchen as Mila placed my morning smoothie on the table before I could sit down. “Thank you, Mila,” I smiled at her. Khadi sat at the breakfast bar already dressed in a pair of jeans with a crisp white V-neck against his smooth chocolate skin buried in the newspaper.
“Well aren’t you dressed early today,” I teased. Most mornings he would be in his yellow and black Versace robe, walking around handling business on the phone.
“Yeah, I have a few meetings set up early this morning,” he dryly responded, and I rolled my eyes. This bipolar shit was really starting to irk my nerves. “Don’t worry about the pickups today it's too risky to have you out in the streets, so consider your debt paid.” He pulled the newspaper away from his face and folded it back up before placing it down on the counter as he stood and walked away from the bar.
“Khadi, what the fuck is your problem because I don’t have to be here,” I called out to his back stopping him in his tracks. Mila stopped what she was doing, looking back and forth between us. I was sick of the cold shoulder he had been giving me.
He turned around pissed off that I said that, “You can leave. What you staying for?” He quest
ioned.
The thin patience I had for him had finally worn out, “What the fuck you mean what I'm staying for? As if I haven’t been keeping your bed warm at night. As if you haven’t been punishing my pussy countless times and I took it with no complaining. As if I haven’t burned your secrets after you wreaked havoc on the city looking for Khaza’s shooter and Camille’s killer. You know what never mind, you right?” I backed away from the table and tried to walk away but he grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall. Mila immediately scurried from the kitchen leaving me to fend for myself.
“Nah, stay for what? For you to lie to me? I don’t like a liar Brooklyn, whether the lie big or small.” His piercing eyes stared down at me.
“I’ve never lied to you, so look for some other excuse cause I'm not a fake ass bitch.” I raised my voice as the Rolodex in my mind flipped back to see if I may have lied about anything.
“I thought you said you wanted kids?” He asked catching me off guard.
“You know I want kids we talked about this already.” I answered looking him in the eyes. “Where is this coming from?”
“That smoothie,” he nodded his head towards my glass.
I looked over at the smoothie then back up at him. “It’s just pineapples and mangoes, Khadi,” I chuckled trying to make lite of the situation. I knew I told the truth when I said that.
“When the last time you made your own smoothie?”
Now I was looking at him crazy, “Sophia has always made my smoothie. Gator got the recipe from some health guru when I first started working out.”
He backed up, letting me go and grabbing a black bag and slid it across the breakfast bar. I unzipped it looking down at white pills, some very small and some a little bigger. Either way I was confused, “What the fuck is this?” I stood up from the table.
“The small ones are birth control pills and the bigger ones are plan B. Now before I got Sophia off to her family, she gave these specific instructions that at least three of these were to be crushed inside your morning smoothie. So, kids or no kids?” he cocked his head to the side like I knew about this shit.
I stared back down into the bag with different thoughts invading my mind. Sophia wouldn’t do this would she? Then like an alarm went off in my head it hit me. This is why I haven’t been able to conceive a baby with Gator. I had been on my health kick for about a year now when he came home with this smoothie shit. Now this was another hard blow delivered to me from my past.
“Good morning Lovebirds,” Khali walked into the kitchen grabbing a chair helping herself to some pineapples off my plate. Khadi excused himself from the table. He had Khali at the house to keep her safe but he still wasn’t talking to her. She rolled her eyes, “Anyway, I have an appointment today at one. Wanna come?” she leaned into me with puppy dog eyes.
I playfully pushed her off of me, “Yeah, I need to get out of this house.”
“Girl, me too,” she looked around before whispering “and I miss my man.” We laughed right before I headed upstairs to change out of my pajamas.
Chapter 19
Khadi
I sat at the head of the conference table of one of my warehouses on 22nd St. with Khaddo on my side. Not having Khaza here was fucking with my mental and knowing Brooklyn hauled ass and went to Atlanta wasn’t helping. I knew me acting coldhearted would hurt her feelings and run her off, but a nigga wasn’t trying to do that, I was trying to protect my own. No matter what I did or threw at her, she took that shit like a champ and that made me want her feisty ass even more. I shook my head and focused back to the task on hand. Khaddo had to step-up and take Khaza’s place and he was trying his best even though I knew he wasn’t that comfortable. He even hung his suits up and was dressing down in jeans and t-shirts. Camille’s passing turned my little brother cold and so far he was adjusting.
Most of our clientele sat around making small talk amongst themselves. I pushed away from the table, “What the fuck kind of disrespectful shit this nigga on?” I glared down at Khaddo referring to this cat, named Damere. His chair was the only empty seat at the table. Since I cut Gator’s ass off, we had a spot to fill and when this nigga Damere reached out to Khaza awhile back, we were giving this nigga a chance of a lifetime to eat with the Santana’s and he was fucking up already. Being late or a no show was a sign of disrespect and something I don’t take lightly.
I looked around at the rest of our clientele making eye contact with each and every one of them before speaking, “First, I want to thank each and every one of you for staying down with our empire. Many of you have dealt with me firsthand before, so you already know how this shit goes. For the rest of you who don’t personally know, we are not to be fucked with. Since, Khaza is out of commission right now, Khaddo will be stepping up and taking his place. From here on out he is who you will be in contact with.” I looked around the table as Biggs handed everyone new non-traceable phones, “he’s aware of all the delivery dates and cash pickups so….”
Before I could finish my sentence a lil nigga name Chinx stood up from the table. Biggs rushed towards him, but I picked my hand up signaling him to fall back. I may be ruthless when it came down to my drugs and money, but I’ve always believed in showing another man respect. My father always taught us that respect will always keep your business rolling. I nodded my head giving him the ok to speak as he stood looking back and forth between Biggs and I.
“Santana, everything you spitting is cool and all, but I have an issue,” he stated, staring menacingly across the table at another cat, named Juice.
Juice was the blackest motherfucker I’ve ever seen. The nigga was darker than Biggs and Biggs a black motherfucker. Bigg's reminded me of Michael Taliferro off of the movie Life. His shades he wore covered his eyes, so you couldn’t tell where he was looking but I saw the sneaky smirk on his face. He stood up from the table, placing his hand on his waist revealing his weapon.
“This bitch ass nigga always overstepping his boundaries,” Chinx picked up his hand forming a gun with his fingers. “The next time I catch one of your little, dirty ass workers on my block, his mama gon’ have to take that slow walk.” He barked.
Juice chuckled, “Nigga, yo lil Bruno Mars looking ass ain't gon do shit,” a few people joined in on the laughter. Chinx did favor Bruno Mars though.
Chinx walked around the table swiftly charging towards Juice. He pulled his gun and rested it on his side. Biggs stepped in front of Chinx as I stood up demanding everyone’s attention after I’d seen enough of the circus.
“Chinx, have a seat if you want to remain eating at this table.” I turned and looked at Juice. “Don’t you ever in your fucking life pull out a gun in my presence you understand?” he nodded his head putting his gun away while Chinx made his way back to his seat. “You niggas got beef with each other that’s not how the fuck we rock. Around me, you act accordingly. Boss niggas like yourself should only have static with the federalies, fuck wrong with y’all?” I barked. “Juice,” I called his name looking at him in disgust, “You should be making enough money not to overstep anybody’s blocks. Being greedy brings unwanted attention. And when I feel heat, I feel the need to knock my problems off the fucking block. So, the next time that shit happens, Chinx won’t be your only problem. Meeting dismissed, I'll be in touch!” I told everyone before walking over to my wet bar and poured myself a shot of D’usse.
This the part I hated about running an empire. I don’t have the time to take on grown men problems. I had enough of my own, I looked down at my phone to see if I had any missed calls from Brooklyn. Pissed that she hadn’t called and was probably running back to see Gator, I downed another shot. Khaddo and Biggs remained in the warehouse waiting for me to speak, they knew not to bother me while I was in deep thought.
The doors to the warehouse swung open, I turned around with my hand on my banger ready to shoot first and ask questions later. The sound of heels clicked along the shiny warehouse floor as she headed towards the table with a midsize s
uitcase rolling in tow behind her.
Khaddo quickly pulled his gun from his side approaching the gorgeous woman. Being cautious is everything in this game, shit feds and even snake niggas will send in a beautiful woman as a deadly weapon. “You look lost baby girl, and if you not you have five minutes to tell me who the fuck you are,” he cocked his gun and pointed it at her dome, seeing him in this tough guy mode was definitely going to take me some getting used too.
She pushed her long platinum hair over her shoulders, “Please get that gun out of my face,” she waved him off and kept walking towards the table. Removing her shades, she took a seat at the table and placed her suitcase on the floor next to her. Khaddo walked up behind her, stunned that she dismissed him like that. I took a sip of my drink before speaking,
“Can we help you?” she looked at me with a smile.
She had a confident aura about her. She reminded me of Brooklyn in a way. Her rich mahogany porcelain-like skin and hazel eyes stood out from the long wavy weave that framed her face. Her shapely figure could be seen even while she was sitting down. She was stunning and Camille hadn’t even turned over in her grave yet and I could see the look in Khaddo’s eyes. She smiled sweetly at Khaddo and he smiled back. I didn’t miss her snake skin Hermes bag and her blinding diamond studs in her ear. She smelled like money…new money but it all spends the same.
“I’m sorry guys my name is Damere,” she extended her petite hand towards me, “Khaddo?” she asked.
Khaddo intervened, “I’m Khaddo and unless you a tranny I want to know what the fuck going on? I spoke to a nigga on the phone.”
She giggled, pulling her hand back and covering her mouth, “I assure you, I am Damere. You spoke to my father, Damere Sr.”