by Keon Smith
He looked around the room then stuffed one into a crevasse of the sofa and the other under a wooden lamp stand.
He sat back down, exhaled, and thought about his time with Dee. Out of all the women he had dealt with, she was the most mysterious. From the moment he met her up until the second he stepped out of her limousine, he knew that what they had was too good to be true. Part of him wanted to believe that it wasn’t. Then why does it hurt so bad? he thought with a sigh. He needed to get over her.
As the radio played a Beyoncé’ melody, Montega walked through the plush dining room that Breezy had worked so hard to decorate and into the kitchen to grab a beer. He popped the top off the bottle with his teeth then began looking at the pictures on the wall. He came across a picture of Kev and Breezy together. She looked so happy—much happier than she was now. Then he came across a picture of Breezy and his sister at the club the night Razor was killed. He didn’t even realize a smile was on his face until Breezy crept up behind him.
“Havin’ fun?” she asked.
When Montega spun around, he was surprised to see her dressed in a T-shirt that came just below her thick thighs. What she held in her hand was even more surprising. It was Razor’s Silent King chain. Pointing at it, he asked, “How did you get that?”
Breezy took his hand, turned it up, and placed the chain inside his palm. “After the incident happened, Kevin brought this to my house and had me put it in a safe place. I acted as if I didn’t know who Razor was. Truthfully, I was hurting inside when he told me what he did. You probably hate me for this, but what’s a girl to do when she’s trapped between men and wolves?” she asked, putting her head down.
Montega looked at the chain long and hard. He then looked up at Breezy, touched her chin, and lifted her head back up. “You can’t do shit but survive, I guess. Like I said before, you gotta be a little crazy to survive in this city.”
“I want to get crazy right now,” she breathed out.
“Be careful what you wish for.”
He moved in and began kissing her passionately. This time, she didn’t pull back, nor did she stop him from pulling up the hem of her shirt. He went under it to squeeze on her soft, bare ass. When he realized she wore no panties, his shaft grew within his pants. Smoothly, he caressed her skin, molding her curves as he removed the shirt she had on and tossed it behind him. She was completely naked, standing before him with heavy, round breasts, wide hips, and a small waist. She stood bow-legged with a fat camel toe between her thighs.
She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down so she could stroke what was hiding in his boxers. Once they were down to his ankles, she stroked his thick erection. Montega stepped out of the ring of clothes, picked her up, and slammed her against the wall, knocking down the picture of her and Kia. He held her up with his left hand and fed her treasures his dick with his right. With breaths of anticipation, Breezy invited him inside of her wet walls. His first thrust left her at a loss for words.
“Uhhh!” She exhaled. He rolled his hips into her again. Her body rose up the wall. Her breasts were pressed against his chest. A thrilling sensation went through her body, followed by chills that left her spinning.
Breezy clawed the back of his neck, leaving red marks on his skin as she panted. His back had already been brutally scarred from his previous mistress; now she was reopening the wounds. She clenched her teeth to keep from screaming his name. She opened her legs wide and then locked them behind his thighs. He dug deeper inside of her. She whispered his name in blissful passion.
“K-Kenny, ssss, oooh, Kenny. You feel so g-goooood!”
Montega held her up by her ass, slamming into her inner thighs on the wall.
“I… I want you to suck on my titties,” she whined as she positioned one of her breasts to his face. “Please suck on my titty.”
She closed her eyes and held her breast in Montega’s mouth then threw her head back when she felt his tongue flicking across her nipple.
“Oooh, you gonna make me cum if you keep this up. I swear I’ma cum, boy!”
Montega pounded her against the wall, causing more pictures to fall to the floor. He couldn’t hold her up much longer. His arms were beginning to tire. He then carried her to the dining room table. Breezy knocked the vase and the candle holders to the floor while Montega eased her onto her back.
Grabbing her waist, he pulled her to his torso. She twisted her face and clenched her teeth as her pussy pulsated with pleasure. With her hands pressed to his chest, she could feel his muscles going to work while he pulverized her insides. She then felt herself about to quake for the second time.
She moaned, “Nooo… ooooohhh, I fuckin’ hate you! I swear I hate you!”
“I hate you too,” Montega whispered as he plunged in and out of her juices.
“Let me ride it,” she demanded.
“No,” Montega replied, but Breezy wrapped her arms and legs around him and rolled both of them over. They rolled over until they both fell off the table onto the floor. Montega was now on his back with Breezy on top of him.
“Ya dick is so big,” she said as she pushed her hips down on his waist, making him feel her inner muscles constrict around his shaft.
“Uhhh! Shit!” Montega moaned. “Fuck you doing down there?”
“Yeah, that’s right. Keep crying, boy, because I’m ’bout to take you all the way there,” she said, taking control. She was so wet that her cum dripped down onto his balls.
“Damn!” he gasped as he felt himself reaching his climax.
Breezy could feel it too, provoking her to ride him even harder. The feeling made Montega’s toes curl. When Breezy saw his eyes start to roll in the back of his head, it made her orgasm intensify. She was like a rocket about to explode. Within seconds, her orgasm shattered.
“Oh, God, Kenny, ummm!” She squealed before falling off the saddle and onto the floor. She was out of breath, almost suffocating in the process. Montega turned over with a heavy desire to breath as well. He was covered in sweat.
They both looked into each other’s eyes as a huge wave of regret crashed over them. It was the kind of regret that a person got after having sex with someone they knew they shouldn’t have. Breezy gazed at Montega for a moment as her heartrate began to settle. Then she shook her head as if to say, what have I done? What was even worse was the fact that when she looked down at his dick, she wanted more… a lot more.
Enough Is Enough
“What happened to my baby?”
(STACY)
Gi-Gi and Crystal pulled up to Kia’s house early in the morning. They were supposed to be going to New York with their girlfriends, Amber and Ebo, to go shopping. Crystal got out and went to knock on the door. After several attempts, she got no answer. She then looked back at her cousin, who became impatient and shrugged her shoulders. Kia’s car is outside, so she’s got to be in the house, she thought.
Crystal tried the doorknob and found it unlocked. She opened the door and walked in. What she saw in the trashed living room caused her eyes to widen in horror. She quickly ran back outside to get Gi-Gi and call an ambulance.
Montega awoke bright and early, as always. He could never sleep with the sun up; however, he never expected to wake up next to the pretty face sleeping beside him on the living room floor. He slowly sat up to examine her naked body and immediately nodded his head. He had been knocking down one of the baddest chicks uptown all night long. In fact, he wouldn’t have minded getting a morning quickie in if reality hadn’t hit him. He had killed her boyfriend, his enemy, and in his mind, although she was beautiful, there was no way he could trust her. Without trust, there was no relationship.
Looking at her glistening golden skin, he realized that they would never have anything more than that one night. It was time to get the hell out of there. Silently, he gathered all his things and tiptoed to the door. Luckily, he made it out without waking her. Once in the car, he headed for the cave. The Impala was getting too hot. He would have to switch up and
stick with the Charger for now. He stepped on the gas but was interrupted by the ringing of his phone.
“Hello?” he answered in his morning voice.
“Kenny, you gotta come to Einstein hospital now!” Crystal said frantically.
“For what?”
“Your sister… she… she got beat up real bad last night in her house. Your brother is up here snapping, so please hurry.”
“What?” he gasped as his heart dropped into the pit of his stomach.
He quickly made a U-turn in the middle of the intersection. The Impala fishtailed, and its tires ate up the street. Montega took the lanes like a madman, swerving in and out of traffic. He couldn’t believe his ears. The more he thought about his sister, the worse he felt. When he got to the hospital, Crystal, Amber, Jasmine, Ebo, and Gi-Gi were all there.
“Where the hell is my sister?” he asked, storming in.
Crystal pointed to the room. “The doctor said nobody’s allowed in.” But that didn’t stop him.
When Taliban saw his brother heading for the room, he followed.
Montega shoved the doctor out of the way and entered the room with his brother. Kia was lying peacefully with IVs in her arm and a breathing tube in her nose. Her face was bruised, and bandages covered her wounded head. Montega filled with anger. As he stood there, looking at his helpless sister, Taliban paced the floor, enraged.
“I swear to God I’m catchin’ a hommy today! Look what those muthafuckas did to my sister! I’m a kill ’em!” he shouted in rage.
A minute later, Stacy came rushing in, raising hell. “My baby! What happened to my baby?” she cried out as the security guard and the doctor came in the room.
Everything seemed to be in chaos. “Please, she doesn’t need all of this commotion around her. What she needs is a lot of rest. And she won’t get it if you all continue with this,” the doctor said.
“Step out of the room, sir,” the security guard said to Montega, reaching out to touch him.
“If you put your hands on me, it will be the last thing you do in this life.”
The guard quickly withdrew.
“Doc, what happened to her?” Stacy said.
The doctor looked at Montega and hesitated before saying, “She was brutally raped and beaten.”
Stacy fell to her knees dramatically. She put her face in her palms and cried. Hearing that, Montega turned and walked out of the room, knowing just who to blame for it. A plan formed in his head as he stormed for the exit. Enough is enough, he thought.
“Bro, wait up,” Taliban said, following him.
“Nah, bol. You stay here with Kia just in case somebody tries something.”
“What you mean, try something?” Taliban said, looking at him sideways.
“Did you see her face? Bol tried to kill her, dog. He must have thought she was dead. If it is who I think it is, he ain’t gonna let her live to tell who raped her,” Montega explained before heading out the room.
He got outside and into his car. The engine fired up, and the sound of tires sped off again.
The Art Of Deception
“He’s got a bulletproof Impala with an engine from hell…”
CLYDE WHITE
In L.A., Diamond walked through the double doors of the cigar room to find her brother and Justin playing pool for money. They stopped to look up at her. She didn’t look happy. “Well, it’s about time you showed. I thought I might have to file a missing person’s report. Was Philly that interesting you had to send your priest back home?” Clyde asked as he dropped a brick of cash on the edge of the pool table.
“You have no idea,” Diamond replied. She walked to the bar to pour herself a vodka martini.
Clyde watched as his sister slurped down the drink like it was Kool-Aid. His eyebrows rose because he knew she didn’t really like to drink liquor. “Rough flight?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she replied harshly while trying to breathe over the fumes of her cocktail.
Diamond was jumpy. She couldn’t believe the whole time she was in Philly, she had been sleeping with the enemy. How could I have been so naïve? she thought to herself. She didn’t want anyone to know that she had cried her eyes out the entire flight home. Her heart was broken, and she couldn’t blame anyone but herself. It was true what people said about her. She made her own luck, as well as her own misery.
After telling Shug where Montega was last night, she thought she could get over the time they shared, but she was wrong. Instead, she felt something she hadn’t felt since she was in her teens. She felt emotional. She couldn’t understand how or why, but she had feelings for Montega. This was odd, being as though Wong Lee had supposedly shut off her emotions when he hypnotized her long ago.
Montega hadn’t made it any easier for her. He had been nothing but the best to her. He treated her better than any man she ever had. He catered to her needs and did anything to make her smile. Ever since JR died, her whole world turned dark, but Montega brought light back to her life again. Now he was gone, and it was all because of her.
Thinking about his smile reminded her of someone from the past, someone from long ago. It was that thought that caused a tear to escape from her beautiful eyes. It trickled down her cheek and headed for her chin. Diamond caught it just before it fell. Damn you, she thought, cursing Montega for tricking her. She had to find the priest. She needed to make a confession.
“I talked to Shug this morning, you know,” Clyde said, sinking the orange high ball into a side pocket. “He wanted to tell you that the information you gave him was right on the money.”
Diamond’s heart felt like it exploded. Her stomach clenched, and her emotions flared. Forcing a smile, she said, “Glad to be of some assistance.”
“I’m curious about something though,” Clyde said, looking over at her. “How were you able to track down Montega?”
Diamond shrugged. “Truthfully, Bain saw him first,” she responded before turning her back to him to pour herself another drink. She closed her eyes, took another deep breath, and sighed, knowing that it was over. She told herself repeatedly that she had done the right thing. Regardless of her feelings, she couldn’t mix business with pleasure. Montega had killed Tommy. Now he would suffer the same fate.
“Well, unfortunately, the target got away again.”
“What?” Diamond asked, spinning around in shock. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“That’s what I said. Can you believe it? Shug sent his underboss along with six other shooters. Only his enforcer and three others survived. Montega killed Shug’s underboss and two henchmen. Then, when the others tried to take him in that black Impala of his, their bullets were ineffective,” Clyde said, almost as if he were reading a police report. “He’s got a bulletproof Impala with an engine from hell. The guy seems to be one helluva driver. Not once did he lose control.”
“Bulletproof?” Diamond repeated in disbelief.
“They say you can tell a person’s character from what he keeps in his house, how he presents himself in public, and what he drives. You were right, Diamond. I think it’s time that we take this Montega more seriously… before he does something that we may regret.”
Diamond’s mind was in a daze. Her anger was beginning to boil. She felt as if Montega had deceived her into falling for him, and no one deceived the Snow White Queen nor the Black Kiss of Death. The more her brother talked about him, the more she used her anger as a desire to kill him. This was a challenge—something that she never backed down from. Standing by the bar, she thought to herself, I got close to him once; I can do it again. This time it won’t be a kiss of passion. That is how it began. She pulled out the poisonous black lipstick from her Gucci bag and thought, this time, it will be a kiss of death. This is how it will end.
Leverage
“You turn me on…”
APRIL “JUICY” MELENDEZ
Montega pulled into a parking space on Broad Street across from the Sneaker Villa store and killed the engin
e. Looking over at Juicy, he asked, “Are you sure dude play this spot like that?”
“I’m positive, papi,” Juicy said, looking at herself in the sun visor as she played in her lustrous, reddish-bronze hair. “Stop doubting me. I told you my girlfriend works here. She and this puta talk all the time. He always stops by to see her.”
“I think that’s him right there,” J-Rider said from the backseat as a Dodge Magnum pulled up to the store’s entrance and double-parked. J-Rider was a slim guy, a few inches taller than Montega. He had shoulder-length individual braids and both arms completely covered with tattoos.
Montega watched as Spade put his hazard lights on then got ready to step out of the car once traffic permitted. The sunlight shined down on the city like a giant ball of fire, yet it was still freezing cold.
“See,” Juicy said as she turned to look at Montega with a beautiful smile. “What I tell you?”
“Your mom should’ve named you Angel instead of April,” Montega said, placing a hand on her cheek.
He then punched in the code and grabbed the silver Ruger 1911 .45 from the secret stash spot. “Get on the driver side, mami. When I cross, make a U-turn and pull up next to me.” He fired the engine up again.
“Okay, but be careful,” Juicy replied as Montega jumped out of the car.
As soon as the traffic cleared, Spade opened the driver side door and stepped out. He shut it just in time for Montega to walk up on him. Spade’s eyes got wide as Montega pulled his pistol and clobbered him in the face with it. Everything happened so fast. Before Spade realized what was going on, he was being stuffed in the trunk of a car by two people.
J-Rider hopped out and helped Montega put Spade in the trunk.
“No!” Spade said as he struggled to get free. Montega slugged him again with the butt of the pistol. “Keep still, motherfucka!” He hit him again. Instantly, Spade saw blackness. His body went limp.