by J-Blunt
When the three occupants of the house lay on the floor bleeding, the big man addressed his team. “We gotta check the rest of the house.” Pop whispered. “Red Dot and Paco, y’all check the back. Dank, come wit’ me.”
After they split up, Pop and Dank went to check the bedrooms. The first one was empty. When they came to the second door, both men paused, sensing someone behind the door. After making eye contact, they each gave a nod. No words were needed. Pop Somethin’ kepi his back to the wall, remaining hidden as he pushed the door open.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
Click! Click!
When they heard the firing pin clicking against empty shell casing, Pop Somethin’ and Dank moved at the same time. The compact street soldier stepped into the room first, his SK firing, sending bullets into Link’s face and chest. Katrina stood next to the bed, a sheet wrapped around her naked body, screaming in terror. Pop Somethin’s 50 caliber barked once. The Desert Eagle bullet smacked her between the eyes, silencing the scream.
***
“Y’all heard what happened to Link an’ ‘em?” Dru asked, his eyes wide with shock and fear.
Prada wore a smug look as he stepped from the G-Wagon Benz. Standing a little over six feet and 260 pounds, the big man looked indestructible and unshakable. “Nah. Don’t tell me the feds got on that nigga ass.”
“Nah, brah. That nigga dead.”
The giant of a man stopped in his tracks, stunned. “Link dead?”
Dru nodded his head up and down, a hint of worry in his eyes. “Yeah. Him and his niggas. Bodies all around they spot. Look like some shit out a scary movie.”
The look on Prada’s face changed from stunned to worried. “When this happen? How you know?”
“I just came from over there. I heard the shootin’. Shit sounded like a war poppin’ off.”
“And you sure Link got knocked off?”
“Not for sure, nah. I didn’t go in the house. But I seen Killa and Seven on the ground for sure, and you know all them niggas day-ones.”
“Damn,” Prada muttered in disbelief. “Fuck them niggas do that got they shit sweated like that?”
“I don’t know, but I think we need to get the fuck outta here. Twelve finna tape this bitch off and prolly do a sweep.”
“Yeah. I just gotta run in the trap and get my other phone. Where Tycoon and Drill at?”
“They in the house. I already told them what happened. We was waitin’ on you to come back.”
“A’ight. We gon’ get the fuck outta here and fall back for a couple days. See what the streets sayin’. See who the fuck brought heat to them niggas and why.”
Prada looking in all directions, staying on point as they walked to their trap. As he stood on the porch, he couldn’t shake the feeling he was being watched. His hand stayed near his waist as Dru unlocked the door. When it opened, he took one last look before going inside.
A hundred yards away, at the edge of the row houses, Pop Somethin’ and his clique of killers blended in with the night. Watching. Waiting. Lurking.
“You see how that nigga was on point’? He a hawk. Big-ass nigga don’t miss shit,” Dank pointed out.
Pop leaned against the wall, agreeing with Dank’s observation. “I seen all that. You a sharp li’l nigga.”
“I’m nineteen, but I know the streets like I ran through ‘em in a past life.”
“Good. ‘Cause this one gon’ be harder than the last one. It look like the li’l nigga put Prada on point. We ain’t gon’ be able to hit they spot ‘cause we lost the element of surprise. We gon’ have to wait ‘em out. Dank, take Paco ‘round the back and y’all wait on the other side of the building. I’ma keep Red Dot wit’ me and–”
“Here they come!” Dank whispered.
Pop looked toward the trap as six men walked out, Dru and Prada following in the rear. All of them wore serious faces and looked around anxiously as they walked quickly down the walkway. Pop knew the hit would be hard. They were outnumbered six to four. The only thing in their favor was they already had their guns drawn. It was now or never.
“Let’s go,” Pop whispered, charging around the building with both Desert Eagles firing. The 50-caliber slugs blazed toward their targets faster than the speed of sound, slamming into the lead man’s chest. He stumbled backward, fear and shock spreading across his mug before he fell to the ground.
Immediately after Pop rounded the building, his goons followed, all of their guns firing, sending heated death toward Prada and his niggas.
When Prada seen the big, black-clothed figure round the corner of the building, he knew death was close. And as far as he was concerned, he was too young to die. Death would have to wait. He reacted quickly, pulling the FYN from his waist. The fully automatic hand pistol had a thirty-round clip, and Prada had another one in his pocket. The streets had trained him for moments like these.
The FYN erupted, sending bullets at three rounds a second toward his enemies. The Zone sounded like a battlefield when his niggas got their hearers out and began shooting back. Hot lead flew indiscriminately as three of Prada’s niggas went down. The other three held their own, forcing Pop and his niggas to take cover against the buildings.
Pop took a knee to reload his Desert Eagles. When he looked up again, he spotted Prada backing away, firing wildly. Pop knew he couldn’t let him get away. To kill a snake, he had to chop off the head.
“Take are of these niggas,” Pop called to Dank. “I’m goin’ after Prada.”
Dank nodded right before he stood and continued shooting the chopper. Pop Somethin’ moved carefully from his position as bullets whizzed all around. He spotted Prada ducked down, reloading his pistol.
Pop took aim just as Prada looked up. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get out of the way before the Desert Eagle bullets got to him, so he did the only thing he could, grabbing his worker who was ducking next to him.
Pop let loose with the hand cannon, hitting up the man Prada used for a shield. And instead of folding, Prada upped the FYN and began firing back. Pop watched the sparks fly in his direction as four bullets slammed into his chest, knocking him to the ground and taking his breath away. When he looked up again, Prada was on the move, disappearing behind a building.
Red Dot, Dank, and Paco had surrounded the soul survivor and gunned him down when Red Dot seen Pop get hit up. “Awe, shit!” he cursed, running toward his fallen leader. “Pop! You good?”
The big man grunted as he struggled to stand. “That bitch-nigga good,” Pop breathed, rubbing at the stinging slugs lodged in his bullet-proof vest. “We made our point. Let’s get the fuck outta here.”
***
“Damn, gurl! What happened to yo’ face?” Princess frowned.
“I know Ricco ain’t put his hands on you?” Star asked.
Tanya reached for her face as she sat in the passenger seat of Star’s BMW. “Me and Ricco got into it after y’all left.”
“I’ma shoot that nigga other eye out!” Princess said, going for the door handle and the gun in her purse.
“I’ma cut the nigga dick off!” Star added, also reaching for her purse.
“No!” Tanya screamed. “I don’t need y’all to fight my battles. I got it. He jealous and insecure right now. He used to me bein’ a submissive house wife. Before y’all came, everything he said was the way it went. I didn’t know nothin’ and hadn’t seen shit. But being around y’all and seein’ and doin’ things I never did is openin’ the world up to me. He don’t like’ it, but I need this. I gotta find out who I am. I can’t do that if I always let him tell me what to do. I made up my mind last night that I’ma live my life the way I want. I’m not gon’ do nothin’ to intentionally hurt my man, but I gotta do what I gotta do. And right now I gotta keep my family safe and get us out these raggedy-ass apartments.”
Princes let go of the gun, eyeing her cousin proudly. “Damn, bitch. You was listenin’ to Michele Obama speeches last night?”
“Fuck that
shit. You can’t be lettin’ that nigga put his hands on you,” Star spat. “I think we should go jump his ass.”
“Would you stop, Star? Damn!” Tanya snapped. “I said I got it. Plus, Ricco at work, and y’all ain’t finna do nothin’ to my man.”
“If you woulda shown that same toughness last night, Ricco might not-a punched yo’ ass,” Star sassed, rolling her eyes.
The reunited friends had a stare down.
“Would y’all stop?” Princess intervened. “She said she got it, Star. Let her handle her business. She a big girl now.”
Star rolled her eyes and put the car in drive. “Whatever.”
“Quit actin’ stank!” Princess laughed.
Star shook her head and breathed deep as she steered her car. “You Texas bitches is gettin’ on my nerves.”
“Fuck you wit’ a big-ass dildo, you Jacksonville ho,” Tanya teased. “Now, can we go get these niggas’ money? Ricco workin’ overtime and Yanna wit’ a babysitter. I need to make enough to pay first and last months’ rent and buy some new furniture. I want my family in a new house by next week.”
The women ended up in a luxury hotel suite. Only three Goon Squad members were present: Radical, Derion, and Flex. A portable pole had been set up in the entertainment room, and Star was upside down on it, doing tricks. Princess sat on Radical’s lap, giving him a lap dance and watching her friend. Tanya sat on Flex’s lap, doing the same.
“A’ight. I seen enough ass-shakin’,” Derion said. “I wanna see some live shit. I got twenty-five hunnit. G’on, do somethin’ to impress me. What else y’all got in that trick bag?”
The women exchanged glances before Princess got up and grabbed the bag Derion spoke of. After taking out a fourteen-inch double-sided dildo, she walked over to Star. “You know what to do wit’ this?”
Star looked from the big, black snake to Derion. “It’s gon’ take more than twenty-five hunnit to see what I can do wit’ that. Quit bein’ cheap. Pay to play.”
“Radical and Flex gon’ make up the difference, and we gon’ give y’all five racks. It betta be a good show.”
After satisfied looks, Princess and Star stood face-to-face and took an end of the dildo into their mouths. The men watched in lustful excitement as the sexperts took more and more of the sex toy into their mouths. Their lips touched in a slippery kiss when they deep-throated both sides.
When they felt the men had seen enough, Star lay on the floor on her back, opening her legs. Princess moved in and began sucking Star’s clit while fucking her with the big, black snake. Star moaned in pleasure, palming the back of Princess’ head, loving the sight of a woman eating her pussy. And not only did she love the sight of a woman eating her, but she also loved the tonguing she was getting.
Princess knew what she was doing and brought her to a quick orgasm. When Star gathered herself, Princess spun around on all fours and Star began licking her ass while fucking her from behind with the dildo. Princess lifted her head toward the ceiling, closing her eyes and moaning in pleasure. The tongue in her ass and dildo in her pussy had her in a zone of pleasure.
When Star’s hand became covered in cum, she called Tanya over for help holding the dildo while she got on her hands and knees behind Princess. After a little hesitation, Tanya slipped an end of the dildo into Princess and Star’s pussies and held it in place as they threw their asses back. The women performed like porn stars, moaning in pleasure, smashing Tanya’s hand between their phat asses as they fucked the dildo. The newcomer was so turned on by the show that she began fingering herself.
The sex show lasted an hour, Star a Princess getting off several times and giving the men a show worth their money. “That shit was nasty and sexy as fuck!” Star said, looking at Princess like she wanted to fuck some more as they freshened up in the bathroom.
“We had them niggas gone!” Princess smiled. “One day we gon’ finish it wit’ the real thing. My nigga would love to fuck yo’ ass.”
“Just say when. I betcha that big, black-ass nigga got a big dick,” Star laughed. “And did you see Tanya playin’ wit’ that pussy while we was fuckin’? Bitch gettin’ turned out!”
“Y’all had my ass horny and ready to fuck,” Tanya blushed. “I was watchin’ them niggas watch y’all. They was mesmerized. Niggas didn’t even wanna blink. Y’all had ‘em under a spell. I ain’t neva seen no shit like that. I wish I could have niggas hypnotized like that.”
“You can,” Star said. “It’s a gold mine between yo’ legs.”
“Niggas will do anything for pussy. That’s why you can’t be just givin’ it away. What’s between yo’ legs is worth more than all the money in the world. You fuck a nigga the right way and you can get anything you want,” Princess added.
“That’s why I love bein’ a stripper. I can shake my ass or suck or fuck a nigga and have him actin’ like my bitch. These bum bitches hate on strippers ‘cause they scared to do what we do. They call us hos ‘cause they scared and insecure about they bodies and looks. But sex is power. Being sexy is powerful. You see how we had them niggas. Now we finna go get they ass to tell us everything we wanna know.”
Tanya looked at Princess and Star in awe. “I want to know how to do what y’all do. I wanna know how to make niggas do what I want ‘em to do.”
“And you will. Stick wit’ us. We got you,” Princess said.
A knock on the door interrupted their girl chat. “What?” Star answered, irritation in her voice.
“Open the door,” Derion called.
When Tanya opened the door, he barged in, staring at Star with lust in his eyes. “Me and Star need to holla. They want y’all out there.”
Star nodded to her girls, letting them know it was okay to leave.
When Tanya and Princess walked in the entertainment room, Radical and Flex perked up like they had just snorted lines of coke. “Damn, ‘bout time y’all back,” Flex said.
“You actin’ like you didn’t enjoy the show,” Tanya smiled.
“I did. Now I want that one-on-one show,” he grinned, pulling he onto his lap.
While Tanya and Flex flirted and got touchy-feely, Princess sat next to Radical, remaining subdued.
“What up, baby? Let’s go to the room and put on our own show,” Radical smiled lustfully, grabbing her thigh.
Princess let him touch, but refused to move from the couch. “I told you I got a nigga. You cool, but I ain’t trynna go there witchu. Plus, y’all niggas is too hot.”
Radical let out a frustrated breath. “C’mon, shawty. Why we gotta do this er’time we kick it? You just fucked yo’ girl in front of me and my niggas, and now you trippin’? Where dey do dat at?”
“That as entertainment. I’m ‘bout a check. Fuckin’ you is different. I got a nigga. And I don’t feel safe witchu. Y’all in plenty shit.”
“First of all, fuck your nigga. You here wit’ me. And what you talkin’ this safe shit for? You good. I told you, niggas know what it is.”
“But what about what happened at Pole? Two of yo’ niggas got killed. What if they lookin’ for you? If I get seen wit’–”
“C’mon, shawty. Two of my niggas ain’t dead. Only one did. Laro fucked up, but he a’ight. We holla’ed, and we know who did that shit. We gon’ catch them niggas and dead that shit.”
“I don’ know,” Princess hesitated. “Who is the niggas? Tell me what they look like so I can watch out, too.”
Radical gave her a suspicious look. “You doin’ too much, shawty. I got you. You good.”
Princess’ hand went to Radical’s thigh, inching close to his dick. “If you wanna fuck me, I need to feel safe. Only way that’s gon’ happen is if I know what to look out for. I know how this shit go out in the streets, and I ain’t trynna get caught up in that. I ain’t dyin’ for no dick. If you wanna fuck wit’ me, tell me.”
Radical gave it some thought, and then he smiled. “You a sexy muthafucka, you know that? If yo’ ass wasn’t so bad, I’da been putcho ass out. But I want yo
u. The nigga drive a black Lambo. Big, black-ass nigga wit’ dreads and a Rick Ross beard. If you see that car, call me.”
Princess’ heart jumped when he actually told her, but on the outside she remained cool, leaning close and pecking Radical on the lips. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it? I feel safer already. And when I feel safe, my pussy get wet.”
Radical licked his lips. “Well, let’s go have a meetin’ in my bedroom then!”
Chapter 8
The wetness around Ricco’s dick stirred him awake. He looked down and seen Tanya’s head bobbing up and down, her jaws wrapped tightly around his tool. He wanted to push her head away and snap on her ass for staying out late again. It was the third time this week, and he was pissed. But when she moved her mouth to his balls and began sucking while jacking him off, he decided to hold his ire until he busted a nut. She was giving some bomb-ass head, and he wanted to ride it out.
Then another thought jumped into his mind. Where did she learn to suck dick like this? In a matter of weeks she had gone from an amateur to Super Head. Was she fucking somebody else? Selling pussy? She had to be. That was the only way to explain the new house, furniture, and staying out all night.
The anger began rising. And so did his nut. When Tanya’s lips found his tool again, he busted in her mouth. “Awe, shit!” Ricco grunted.
Tanya continued sucking, swallowing his seed. When he went limp, she sucked him hard again.
Ricco was blown away by his girl’s head game. Then thoughts of her sucking another man’s dick crept into his head. “Wait. Stop,” he said, grabbing her head.
Tanya looked up at him, her eyes glossy and red. She was high and horny. “I can’t stop,” she moaned, crawling up his body.
“Wait. We gotta talk. Where the fuck you–”
Tanya smashed her lips onto his, shoving her tongue in his mouth.
Ricco turned his head, breaking the kiss. “Chill! What the fuck wrong witchu?”