The Takeover

by Meesha

Max walked up and dapped me up like we used to do with a smile on his face. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell y’all but the truth will come out. Don’t try to find out what my secret was, it will come to you. I want you to know that what would be revealed will hurt you, Sosa. I want you to know I didn’t ask for anything to happened the way it did. That shit was forced upon me. I love you, brah. Until we meet again.” Not giving me the opportunity to respond, they all turned, walked away, and vanished into thin air.

  I popped up out of my sleep and looked around my room, there was no one there but me. A single tear escaped my eye and I wiped it away. There was a message in what Max said to me and I was trying to figure out what he meant by what he said. I was going to do what he told me to do and let it come to me, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t like whatever it was.

  ***

  I didn’t get much sleep after my in-dream reunion with my family. Tired was an understatement, a nigga was walking around on fumes. Drinking coffee was out of the question because that shit was nasty as fuck, I’d figure it out once I got out of the shower. Picking up my phone, I looked at the time and it was only nine o’clock. We weren’t due to meet up at the warehouse until noon. There was a message from Jessie, it piqued my curiosity and I opened it.

  Jessie: I wanted to send my sincere condolences to you and your family. Sorry for your loss, Sosa. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here.

  This muthafucka was out of her mind. If I needed someone to talk to, it sure as hell wasn’t going to be her that I ran to ass. I’d pay somebody before I dialed that bitch up. I wasn’t even gon’ entertain her ass with a reply, she would see that I read the message.

  Walking into the bathroom to take care of my hygiene I glanced at myself in the mirror, I looked rough as fuck. My eyes were red and my five o’clock shadow was rugged as hell but I had no intention of shaving or none of that shit.

  As I entered my bedroom, I looked around and went to the closet to choose my fit for the day. Staring at all the clothes I owned wasn’t like any other day. My mood was dark as hell and my fit had to complement it just right. I reached in and grabbed a pair of black jeans, an all black button up shirt, and my black fitted cap. Snatching my black Timbs from the box, I turned and threw everything on the bed.

  Once I oiled my body and put on my black boxers and socks, I dressed and headed downstairs to see what was in the kitchen to eat. Opening the refrigerator, I decided to actually cook something. I took out a pack of turkey bacon, a couple eggs, and milk for some waffles.

  While the waffle maker was heating, I mixed the batter for four waffles then lined up a couple pieces of bacon on a pan throwing it in the oven. The silence in my crib was deafening and my mind started to wander so I grabbed the remote and turned on the surround sound.

  “Alexa, play 90’s rap.” I said out loud. “Niggaz done started something” by DMX blared through the speakers. Bobbing my head to the beat, I prepared my meal while rapping along. This song didn’t do nothing but put me back in killa mode and I was lovin’ that shit

  If you love the money, then prepare to die for it

  Niggas done started something

  You can lay in the flames, or hold the sky for it

  Niggas done started something.

  Don’t come for me with no bullshit, use caution

  Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions

  For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering

  Got niggas fearing, fuck what you heard, this what you hearing

  How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit

  See if your hardest niggas flip, when I start a bunch of shit

  I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet

  X was speaking to me and hardening my soul. The shit in my head had me ready to go out and lose my muthafuckin’ mind. I finished making my breakfast and sat at the island gobbling it down. After drinking a tall glass of orange juice, I was full and ready to go back to sleep. I had moves to make so that wasn’t happening. Heading upstairs, I heard my phone ringing. Taking the steps two at a time, I caught the call before the voicemail picked up.

  “Holla at me.” I said into the phone without checking the caller ID.

  “Where the fuck is my money, muthafucka?” I laughed into the phone because this nigga must’ve been crazy as hell to dial my phone. “I don’t see shit funny, bitch. I want my shit and I want it now. You killed six of my men and you laughing!”

  “Hell yeah! I’m laughing because yo’ hoe ass killed my brother. One life from me means all y’all lives don’t matter. Be ready to lose plenty more of your people because it won’t stop until every last one of y’all stop breathing. It’s game time and oh, as far as your money goes, that shit belongs to me now.” I said hanging up on his punk ass.

  Checking the time, I noticed it was almost eleven o’clock. I grabbed my keys and tucked my bitch in my pants and hit the door. Shit was about to get real in Chicago.

  Chapter 4

  Mauricio

  Last night was a night to remember and not in a good way. Keeping an eye on Sosa was something I was going to have to put as top priority. He wasn’t taking the death of Max well at all, he wouldn’t even go into the room to say his goodbyes. Bruh told me he was going home to sleep but in the back of mind, I should’ve followed him.

  Nija was a mess and I just wanted to get her to my house and hold her. Losing Max took a toll on my baby and I didn’t need her breaking down on me. Planning a funeral was something I’d never thought I would have to do at the age of twenty-one. I didn’t know where to start. To be honest, in my mind I wouldn’t have to because my baby brother would be ringing the bell bright and early.

  When I pulled into the garage of my condo, Nija had her eyes closed with tears running out the corners. I parked my car and looked down at my clothes. The blood that was in my pants couldn’t be seen, but I could smell it. Instantly the vision of my brother getting hit with multiple bullets invaded my mind.

  My hands balled into fists tightly and the urge to kill overtook my body. I silently willed myself to calm down and relax. Looking over at Nija, my heart ached for her. As I turned the car off the sound of her crying filled the space. The small shake of her shoulders could be seen and I knew she was about to come undone.

  I reached over and gathered her in my arms, lifting her over the console so she was nestled in my lap. “It’s okay, Ni. Max is alright now. We will not mourn him, but we will celebrate his life so he will never be forgotten. I want to thank you for always being there for him, for all of us in our times of need. I will always love you for that,” I whispered in her ear.

  “There’s no need for you to thank me, Ricio. Y’all welcomed me with open arms and allowed me to become a part of the family. Max was the little brother I never had and I am going to miss his hardheaded ass.” she sniffled.

  “Yeah, he didn’t listen for shit, but that was Max for you. Now he will be our guardian angel and he’s gonna look after us . Stop all that crying, we have to plan this funeral some way or another. Are you down to help me with this shit, Ni?”

  “Sin and I are going to plan everything. The only thing we want is you and Sosa’s input. All I want you to do is prepare your mind, Ricio. This is about to take you back to four years ago, but worse. Do you follow me?”

  “I know. This is about to be one long ass week and I can’t prepare myself for this shit. I should’ve—”

  “Nope, that’s what you’re not going to do, blame yourself. You and Sosa have to get that out y’all heads. Looking for a reason to kill is not the answer. Y’all are going to do that shit anyway. Big Jim and Floyd are the reason shit got started, finish it. I just want you to have all your ducks in a row and come back to me. My head hurts and I’m done talking about this for now,” she stated getting out of the car.

  Following her lead, I did the same and hit the alarm button. The elevator doors opened and Nija stepped inside leaning against the wall. I pushed the button to
my floor and waited. She didn’t waste anytime going down the hall and unlocking the door once we exited the elevator, she didn’t even wait to walk with me. As I locked the door, I could hear the shower running when I got close to the bedroom.

  Nija wasn’t in the room so I knew where to find her. Entering the bathroom, I could see her silhouette through the glass shower doors. Her hands were braced against the wall and the water was running over her head. The steam was thick so I knew the water was extremely hot. She was trying her best to suppress her cries, but I heard them.

  Peeling my bloodstained clothes from my body, I tossed them in the corner because I was burning all that shit as soon as I had Nija settled in bed. I slid the door open and she didn’t even raise her head. All I could do was wrap my arms around her waist and hold her. The water at my feet was a light pink color from the dried-up blood that was on my legs. I prayed Nija didn’t open her eyes because she would go crazy.

  “Let it all out, Ni. Cry enough for me because I don’t have any more tears to let out,” I said as I reached around her and grabbed her body wash and loofah.

  Lathering the loofah, I started washing her body from head to toe. Sitting her on the bench, I quickly washed myself and got out. The plush towel that I wrapped around my waist felt good against my skin and I felt sleepiness coming over me.

  “Step out, Ni.” I said softly as I held the towel open.

  She walked into my arms and I wrapped the towel around her body and cradled her in my arms. Carrying her into the bedroom, I placed Nija in the bed and covered her. I eased in the bed behind her and rocked her until her light snores were heard. I kissed her on her forehead and slid my arm from under her head.

  “Where are you sneaking off to, Ricio? Please don’t leave this house tonight,” she spoke quietly without opening her eyes.

  “I promise I’m not going out. I have to make sure Sosa got home safely and I also have to call my uncle in the Dominican Republic. The balcony is where I’ll be, love.”

  Kissing her cheek, I grabbed a pair of basketball shorts, a sleeveless shirt and a pair of socks out of the dresser. After dressing I went to my stash and grabbed of bag of purp and a blunt. Nija was stirring in her sleep but she didn’t wake up. I scooped up my phone and a lighter and headed for the balcony.

  Sosa should’ve been home by now so I sent him a text to make sure. He didn’t reply after fifteen minutes and I was ready to ride down on his ass. I was going to give him a minute to hit me back before I went looking for his ass.

  I stared at my phone for a spell before I scrolled through to my uncle Alejandro’s name. My thumb hoovered over his contact info for a couple minutes without pressing it. Talking to my mother’s side of the family was something I haven’t done in four years. Them muthafuckas were foul as fuck and I didn’t like fucking with them.

  As much as I didn’t want to make this call, it was unavoidable. My mother’s brothers hadn’t been in contact with us since the day of her funeral. They didn’t bother showing up to pay respect for papí because they didn’t have none for him. Nobody in that family approved of the fact my mother married outside her race. Papí dealt with the shit that they said because her family had a right to their opinion. That’s all the fuck it was and they knew not to voice that shit in his face.

  Everything that was said went straight to mommy and the only way papí found out was if he saw mommy crying. He checked their asses on many occasions and they eventually stop bringing the shit to mommy because they were afraid of what papí would do. Reese didn’t give a fuck who you were, if you disrespected his wife, that was your head.

  I finally clicked on Alejandro’s name. As I listened to the phone ring, the urge to hang up was strong. When I was about to end the call, it was answered on the other end. “Hola, Mauricio. Es trade, ¿Como está todo?” (Hello, Mauricio. It’s late, how’s everything?) Alejandro asked sleepily.

  I was trying to find the right words to say but nothing came to mind. There wasn’t an easy way to tell him that Max was gone. I just couldn’t form the words to do so.

  “¿Que pasa, sobrino?” (What’s wrong, nephew?) he asked. I heard him shuffling around before the sound of his house shoes dragging on the floor was heard.

  “Maximo—Maximo fue asesinado esta noche.” (Maximo was killed tonight.)

  The silence on the other end of the line was deathly quiet. I didn’t say anything. The tears were falling from my eyes rapidly. Speaking those words out loud made everything real. My heart was shattered because I was supposed to protected him and I didn’t.

  “Apuesto a que era algorithm que tenia que ver con see padre negro cult tuyo!” (I bet it was something that had to do with that black ass father of yours!) He had the nerve to say. “Debí seguir mi primera mente u traerlos de Vuelta a la República Domimicana después de que mi hermana muriera.” (I should’ve followed my first mind and brought you boys back to the Dominican Republic after my sister died.)

  I didn’t like the things he said and I damn sure didn’t like his tone. The only thing I wanted to do was let him know what went down with Max. He turned this into a whole other thing talking bad about papí. He pissed me off so bad I went straight hood on his ass.

  “First of all, Alejandro, you wouldn’t be bumpin’ yo’ gums if that same nigga you talking down about was walking this earth. Let’s make sure things are clear around this bitch, I demand the same mufuckin’ respect! I won’t sit back and let you say shit that’s not valid. If you thought the words you spoke was gon’ get some play, you thought wrong! Watch ya fuckin’ mouth! Secondly, in the eyes of every damn body, you are the same nigga that yo’ ass despises to this day. Dominicans ain’t no different than black people, we ain’t respected by the white people on the same mufuckin’ level, nigga! So, when you come for Reese, put respect on his name, bitch! I didn’t have to call and tell you shit about what happened to my brother. Out of respect is why I did. You just blew the fuck outta me. I’ll let you know when and where the services will be held. If you show up, great. If not, fuck you too!” I banged on his ass without allowing him the opportunity to respond.

  Alejandro Vasquez had a lot to learn about me, I just wasn’t about to be the righteous teacher to school his ass. The next time he came at me like a little ass kid, I was blowing his shit back. Uncle or not, he chose the wrong time to fuck with me.

  Flaming up the Kush I rolled while chewing out my uncle, I took that shit to the head. It was fire if I should say so myself. I needed to hit Fife up to tell him I would be coming through solo to cop some of this shit for the operation. Floyd won’t be needing his services after a while.

  I finished the blunt and I felt a little better and was ready to go to sleep. Making my way back to my bedroom, I crawled in the bed and put my phone on the nightstand. As soon as I turned to cuddle with Ni, I got a text message alert. Grabbing the phone, I saw it was Sosa letting me know he was sleeping and he was home. My body relaxed knowing that my brother was good, I fell sleep with no problem at all.

  ***

  Nija’s ass was all over my bed when I woke up. A big ass king sized bed was just half of a twin for me. Her ass wasn’t even that damn big to be hogging the entire damn bed. Looking over at her, I instantly forgot what I was mad about. She was spread eagle with the sheet covering only her stomach. My mouth watered at the sight of her clean shaved kitty.

  Scooting to the foot of the bed, I moved the sheet a little and crept between her legs that were inviting me to a buffet in bed. Sex should’ve been the last thing on my mind but that wasn’t the case. I placed my mouth against her mound and licked her lower lips. She stirred slightly but not enough to wake up.

  I used my fore finger and thumb to open her lips revealing her pink center. Her pearl stood at attention and I wrapped my lips around it sucking softly. Holding her thighs with a strong grip, I went wild on her clit. Nija’s legs started trembling but she still didn’t fully wake up. Using my tongue to penetrate her wetness, her eyes fluttered.

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nbsp; “Oh shit.” She moaned softly. Her hips rocked back and forth against my mouth allowing me to lock down on her bud once more. “Right there, baby! I’m about to cum!”

  Before I knew what was going on, she had my head locked against her pussy while she fed me. I didn’t complain because it was all about pleasing her. Letting her body relax so she could start her day refreshed. Nija was thrusting her hips hard and fast and I had a vice grip on her pearl. She was panting like she was having contractions. Her clit hardened and her legs locked in place as she squirted all her sweet nectar down my throat.

  “Aaaaahhhh! Fuck, Ricio don’t stop! Suck it harder, daddy. I feel another one coming and I want it!” she moaned as she rocked against my mouth.

  Shifting my body to adjust my joint because he was harder than a mufucka, I stuck two fingers into her love box and found her gspot. The fuck faces Ni was making were turning me on even more than I already was. My finger tips found the spot I was seeking and I gave her the best internal massage one could give with two fingers.

  “Oh my gosh that feels so fucking good! I need that dick to get this one Ricio. Fuck me please, baby.”

  She didn’t have to tell my black ass twice. Removing my mouth from her lower lips, I kept my fingers inside her and moved up her body to kiss her tenderly. Our tongues wrestled together hungrily and my pipe was ready to explore her silky center. Releasing my fingers, I rubbed against her wetness with my mushroom head.

  “Mmmmmm” she moaned as she pushed forward.

  I was just as eager as she was but I wanted to take my time. Slowly entering her, the wetness coated my Johnson and I thought I had died and went to heaven it felt so good. Rocking my hips back and forth I caught a rhythm and lifted her legs above her head. With all the frustrations I had inside of me, I let it out on her kitty.

  “Oh shit!” she moaned loudly clawing at my back.

  I felt every scratch that she applied and it burned like hell but that didn’t stop me from giving her what she and I both wanted. Burying my face in the crook of her neck, I fucked her nice and slow. When I felt her sugary wall close around me, I knew she was about to cum hard. Speeding up my stroke, I grabbed her ass with both hands and went in deeper. The tip of my dick kept hitting her gspot repeatedly and I felt all my unborns swimming to the top.