Bloody Betrayal

by J-Blunt

J-West got cocky. “Yeah, yeah, I hear all that. But I want you, baby. And I always get what I want. You can keep that nigga. I got bitches, but I still wanna fuck witchu, and we need to make that happen.”

  “You know I can’t say no to a nigga like you.” Tanya smiled, rubbing his chest. “It’s somethin’ ‘bout you I can’t let go. I knew I would fuck witchu as soon as I walked in here. But I’m serious ‘bout not givin’ you no pussy right away. Not yet.”

  On the other side of the room, Radical seemed to be fairing better than his leader. “I ain’t playin’ no games, baby. I just hit a lick, and I’m trynna take you wit’ me to Miami. Blow a bag. You comin’ or what?”

  Princess gave him a suspicious stare. “Don’t be playin’ wit’ me, man. You can’t play wit’ a bitch ‘bout shoppin’ trips.”

  “What I just say?” Radical asked, staring at her seriously. “Me and my niggas just hit some niggas in The Zone for some birdies. I’ma make a couple moves, and then me and you gon’ move out. No lie, baby. I told you I wanna make some move witchu. You down wit’ a nigga or what?”

  Princess gave his question some thought. “Damn, nigga. You trynna get me in trouble wit’ my man.”

  “Fuck that nigga. Come on and go wit’ me. I gotchu.”

  Princess paused to think again. “Okay. Fuck it. I’ma fuck witchu, Radical. But you bet not be playin’ wit’ me, nigga. I’m for real.”

  Radical smiled like the Grinch that stole Christmas, thinking he took Princess from her man. “You good, ma. For now, how ‘bout we get outta here and go to my spot? I got a surprise for you.”

  ***

  Princess was surprised at how nice Radical’s house was. A neatly-cut lawn and trimmed hedges made up the landscape. The brown and beige paint looked fresh, and on the inside, hardwood floors shined like they had been freshly waxed. A big screen TV, video game setup, and leather furniture made up the living room.

  “Damn, Radical. You livin’ good, baby,” Princess said, impressed by his digs.

  “Don’t too many people get to come up in here. I gotta really fuck witchu to bring you to my shit.”

  “Well, I feel lucky,” Princess smiled. “Can I use yo’ bathroom? I wanna freshen up a li’l bit before you show me my surprise.”

  “Fo’ sho. Bathroom down the hall. First door on the right. It’s some towels in there, and some soap. I’ma have yo’ surprise waitin’ when you come out.”

  Princess decided to take Radical up on his offer to shower, but before she got in the water, she sent out a text.

  After taking a quick shower, she wrapped a towel around her body and another around her dreads, then went to find Radical. He was sitting on the couch in the living room, wearing a smile big as a half moon. On the table in front of him was five kilos.

  “Damn, baby. Is those what I think they is?” Princess smiled.

  “Sparrows. Eagles. Birdies. I told you I made a move. Sometimes I gotta cut my niggas out and make my own moves. That’s how I live the way I do. Some niggas live in the slums, but I ain’t wit’ that shit. I’m trynna leave this jack shit one day, and this might be my shot.”

  Princess sat next to him on the couch and began feeling up his body. “Damn, baby. I love the surprise. My nigga ain’t neva did no shit like this. All that dope makin’ my pussy wet.”

  Radical smiled, happy at the results the dope brought. He had been waiting to fuck Princess for a long time and was finally about to get his wish.

  When he reached for the towel, Princess flung it open and spread her legs. “You seen what I like. Can you make me cum, nigga?”

  Radical’s smile grew wide as he pulled the pistol from his waist and sat it on the couch next to Princess before getting on his knees. He wasted no time snacking on her clit and sticking two fingers inside her womb.

  Princess closed her eyes and gripped the couch pillows, enjoying the tongue-lashing. When her hand bumped into the steel of the pistol, a jolt of electricity shot through her body. The feel of the murder weapon had done something. She remembered what Queenie told her after she killed Nitty while she rode him. Said it was the best orgasm she ever had. Then there was the sexcapade in the shower after they killed the detective in Atlanta. That was the best orgasm Princess had ever had.

  Thinking about the sexual situations with Queenie made her want to be closer to her sister. To feel what she felt. So she reached for the pistol, making sure the safety was off. The feel of the steel in her hand and thoughts of murder sent a shiver through her body as the orgasm came in a rush.

  Pow!

  Blood, brains, and skull squirted onto Princess as the orgasm took its time passing through her. It seemed like everything inside her had been put into a blender and pulverized, and was now seeping from her pussy. It took more than a minute for the climax to fade.

  When she opened her eyes, Radical’s face was still between her legs, blood leaking out the side of his head. As she stared at the dead man, she didn’t feel any sorrow or remorse. In fact, the more she stared at the dead man and his blood covering her inner thighs, she liked it.

  Then she began laughing. “Oh, my God! I am tripping.”

  After going to take another shower, she called Pop.

  “I’m a few minutes away,” he answered.

  “I took care of everything. I got the packages, too.”

  Pop sounded surprised. “For real? Where he at?”

  “On the floor. I’ma light this bitch up and take one of his cars. I don’t think J-West knew about him taking from us. That was his side move. But they gon’ know I did this.”

  “You know we don’t fear none. And now we got a team and war-ready. Meet me in The Zone, and we gon’ plot our next move.”

  Chapter 16

  Super Trap stared at the seventy-inch HD screen a Wesley Snipes played Nino Brown in the hood classic New Jack City. In a lot of ways he could relate to the fictional drug dealer. In a matter of months he had gone from living in the projects and working as a janitor to being the face of a drug-dealing. organization that had taken over a local project. Money wasn’t a problem anymore. He didn’t have to worry about his daughter growing up in a roach-infested house or going to shitty public schools. Now he lived in a suburban mansion where crime, drugs, and rodents were a thing of the past. And when Yanna was old enough, she would go to the finest schools and rub shoulders with the children of politicians, moguls, and rich folk. And his woman was well taken care of, too. No more stripping and strangers groping her flesh for a couple hundred dollars. No more struggling to pay bills. Now she could lay back and reap the benefits of fucking with a boss nigga. Manis, pedis, shopping sprees, driving foreign cars. Super Trap was back.

  Yet, despite the success, the money-man’s mind was troubled. A storm was brewing, and the damage could tear the city apart.

  “Where yo’ mind at? Why you not watchin’ the movie?” Tanya asked, rubbing the scar on Trap’s face.

  “A storm comin’, baby, and I can’t help but think about er’body that’s gon’ get caught up in it. I told you this money gon’ bring us problems.”

  “Shit, bein’ broke brought us problems, too. I’d rather have rich problems than broke ones.”

  “You say that because you haven’t taken the L’s I have. Baby, these streets is vicious. They will take everything. Niggas is heartless.”

  “So, y’all was just s’posed to let Goon Squad take y’all shit and not do nothin’?”

  “Nah, I ain’t sayin that. But a war comin’ behind Radical gettin’ knocked off. And J-West seen you, Star, and Princess faces. I’m worried about that.”

  “But we know more about them than they know about us. We can hit them anytime. Plus, we got a project full of niggas ready to move when you or Pop Somethin’ say so. I know I’m new to this, but I believe in you and that big-ass, crazy nigga. Y’all two comin’ together was like Kevin Durant going to the Warriors. Unstoppable.”

  Trap cut his good eye at his girl. “Did you really just do that?” he laughed
.

  “What? I know about sports, nigga. Plus, it fits.”

  Trap smiled at Tanya. “Damn, I love yo’ ass, girl. Every day you show me a new side of you.”

  “You wanna see somethin’ else?” she asked, a lustful gleam in her eye. “I can do somethin’ to help take yo’ mind off the problems in the streets.”

  “You know I love fuckin’ you, girl, but I need to think this out. I can’t take J-West lightly. Goon Squad be wreckin’ shit all over.”

  “What did Pop Somethin’ say?”

  “Him and Dank puttin’ together a hit squad. When he get everything situated, I’ma go holla at ‘em and see what they wanna do. But I ain’t gon’ leave it all in Pop lap because my face is on Out the Mud.”

  “Well, don’t spend all night stressin’ ‘cause I want some dick before I go to sleep,” Tanya said, reaching for her phone and going on Facebook.

  Trap turned his attention back to the TV and thoughts back to J-West. They had to hit him hard and fast. If possible, start at the top and knock off the leader first, and the little guys would probably fall. But finding J-West wasn’t easy. Yeah, they found out where Goon Squad gathered, but not where J-West lay his head. He wasn’t sure if he should hit the gathering house and hope to catch J-West or wait it out.

  “Oh, my God!” Tanya cried, looking at her phone like it had grown body parts.

  “What happened?” Trap asked.

  “Our uncle dead! I gotta call Princess and tell her.”

  ***

  Pop cut the engine of the black-on-black Jeep Liberty Sport, looking around for anything suspicious as he climbed out of the truck. When he was satisfied no one would jump out, he climbed the porch of his new three bedroom brick house. When he unlocked the door, a flowery smell tickled his nose and candles let off a soft glow all around the living room. Princess lay on the white leather couch dressed in black lingerie, sipping a glass of wine.

  “Hey, baby,” she smiled, grabbing a blunt off the table and greeting him at the door. “How was your day?”

  Pop grabbed the weed, allowing Princess to light it. “I was a li’l stressed, but now that I’m home, I feel better. What up wit’ the candles?”

  “Come sit down and let me tell you,” Princess said, leading him to the couch.

  After Pop was seated, she handed him a flute of champagne and knelt between his legs to take off his shoes. Cater To You by Destiny’s Child was playing in the background. “I was listening to this song earlier, and it made me want to show you how much I appreciate you. Tonight is about you, baby. I’m catering to you. Let me help you out these clothes.”

  Pop loved the special attention from his lady as she helped him strip down to his boxers and began massaging his feet.

  “Pop, ever since I met you, you changed my life. You took me from runnin’ the streets wit’ a bunch of niggas that might get me killed to trips to Mexico on yachts and different states gettin’ real money. I know what livin’ the good life is because of you. Because of you, I know what trust is. What loyalty is. And I finally found out what love is. You got my heart, Pop. And I want you to have it forever. I don’t know if you will ever believe in love the way I do, but I don’t ever wanna be in love wit’ nobody else but you.”

  Princess let go of his foot and reached under the couch, bringing out a gift-wrapped box. Inside were two rings. She took out a diamond-encrusted pinky ring and took ahold of his hand.

  “I know you don’t wanna get married the traditional way, so I’ma do the gangsta way. With this pinky ring, I give you my heart, my loyalty, and all my trust. You complete me. In you I found everything I ever wanted in a nigga. So, will you accept this ring and be my nigga? Nothin’ won’t separate us. This ain’t no ’til death do us part. We ain’t gon’ neva end. Even when we gone.”

  Pop was lost for words. The proposal was unexpected, and he didn’t know how to respond. Yeah, he told Princess he loved her and felt connected to her in a way he couldn’t explain, but he would always remember what love had done to his uncle, Shanice’s father. It made him a fool and got him killed.

  As Pop stared into Princess’ clear brown eyes, a question popped into his mind. Would I die for her?

  He remembered hearing a verse from the Bible about no greater sacrifice than to lay down your life for someone you loved. He knew with absolute certainty Princess would die for him. The look of love reflecting on her face told how she worshipped him. He had become her everything. Her friend. Her lover. Her lord. He wasn’t sure if he truly loved her the way she loved him, but not accepting the ring would crush her world. And he cared about her way too much to cause her pain.

  “I wasn’t expectin’ this, baby, and you caught a nigga off guard. But what we got is forever. I accept yo’ ring and yo’ heart, and everything that come with it. I love you, girl.”

  Princess smiled like a super fan meeting Drake backstage as she slid the ring onto Pop’s pinky.

  He flexed his fist, admiring the new ice. “Now, that’s gangsta.”

  “I got a ring, too, but we gon’ worry ‘bout that later,” Princess said, slipping a diamond engagement ring onto her left ring finger. “I got one more surprise for you. Star!”

  Pop turned at the sound of movement coming from the bedroom. Star sashayed into the living room wearing a red silk robe and a bra and thong set a size too small, making her curves appear more dangerous. She stopped in front of Pop and took off the robe, doing a turn to give him a look at all her assets. Thick thighs, a fat ass, and huge breasts had Pop ready to go.

  “That was the most romantic gangsta shit I ever seen,” she grinned.

  Princess stood next to Star. “This our lifetime commitment gift, and I wanna share her with you, baby.”

  Pop’s dick grew through the hole in his boxers as he watched the women make out. When Star seen it, her eyes popped. “Ooh! I knew you had a big dick,” she said and knelt between his legs.

  She wasted no time attacking his meat. When it came to giving head, Star was on top of her game. She used her hand, mouth, and lots of spit. Pop grunted, sucking in deep breaths of air.

  Not wanting to feel left out, Princess knelt next to Star and began sucking his balls.

  “Mm, shit!” Pop groaned as the women attacked his piece.

  Then the women began passing him back and forth, each taking turns sucking on him. When he couldn’t take any more, he busted. The ladies shared his cum in a wet and nasty tongue kiss.

  Wanting more, Star sucked him into her mouth again, making sure he stayed hard. Then she climbed on top of him, reverse cowgirl, and slid down his pole.

  Princess watched her friend ride her nigga, loving the noises and sex faces her and Pop made. “Take that dick, girl!” Princess cheered. When she had enough watching, she leaned forward and began sucking Star’s clit while she rode Pop.

  “Oh yeah, bitch!” Star moaned, grabbing Princess by the dreads and holding her face in place.

  They continued until Star came, then changed positions. Princess climbed onto Pop’s lap, impaling herself on his sword. Star stood over Pop, one foot on the couch and the other on the headrest as she put her pussy on his face. The big man licked and sucked her pussy while Princess bounced on his dick. Sounds of pleasure I filled the living room as the ménage heated up. They fucked all over the couch, floor, and living room, changing multiple positions until everyone got theirs. For the final scene, Star lay on the floor with her legs open, Princess stacked on top of her with her legs open, too. Pop crawled between their legs and took turns sticking dick to both of them. When he finally busted again, he collapsed on top of Princess, spent.

  “Damn! Y’all some freaks, for real,” Star breathed. “Let me up. I need a drink of water after that shit. I think I’m dehydrated.”

  Pop rolled onto the floor, reaching for another blunt on the table. “I like her.”

  “Me, too. You wanna keep her?” Princess asked.

  “Let’s keep her around and see how it go.”

 
When Princess’ phone began vibrating, she picked it up and found a text from Tanya.

  “Who dat?” Pop asked.

  “Tanya sent me a text. She said to call her.”

  “See what she want.”

  Princess was already dialing the number. “Hey, girl. What’s so important that you textin’ me during my sex hours?”

  “Damn, Princess,” Tanya hesitated. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but Uncle Larry dead.”

  It took a moment for the news to register in Princess’ mind. “What you mean, he dead? How you know?”

  “I just seen it on Facebook. Go on my page and look. His funeral is this weekend.”

  “What happened?” Princess asked. “How he die?”

  “It say somebody killed him, but they don’t know who,” Tanya answered. “Just look at the comments online.”

  After hanging up, Princess went on Facebook to see what Tanya was talking about. It turned out to be true. Larry was dead. When the news finally hit home, tears began dripping down Princess’ face. “Damn, baby. Somebody killed my uncle. I gotta go back to Texas. I need to be at the funeral. I need to know what happened.”

  Pop hated the thought of stepping foot in Texas. Gonzo had a green light on him, but he couldn’t let Princess go alone, so he pulled her close, wrapping her in his arms. “We gon’ go. Don’t trip. We gon’ figure out what happened to yo’ uncle.”

  Star walked into the living room drinking a glass of ice water, looking refreshed. “A’ight. I’m ready. Let’s get–” She paused when she seen the tears on Princess’ face. “What happened? Did somebody die?”

  Chapter 17

  Being back in Texas felt surreal to Pop Somethin’, like a déjà vu experience or out-of-body trip. And as he walked up on the porch of Princess’ aunty’s house, he couldn’t help feeling coming back home was a mistake. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and goosebumps raced up and down his forearms. Something was wrong. He wasn’t sure what it was, but his instincts never lied. Coming back to Texas was a mistake.