by Jontu'
“What, Chris?” I said as I answered the phone.
“Can you let me in so that we can talk, please?”
I hung up the phone and walked through the house, flipping on lights as I made my way to the front door. I unlocked and opened the door as Chris was walking up. He was so handsome but his personality could be so ugly at times. We stood in the doorway and just stared at each other for a moment.
“I apologize, Jae. I know I have been an asshole lately but I don’t know what you do to me. It’s like with you, I don’t want nobody else to have you,” he said as he reached for my hand.
“Chris, that’s no reason to act like an ass. We are grown and you are older than me so you need to man up and have some fucking confidence. Let your ego go and be the man of this relationship minus the controlling bullshit,” I said, letting go of his hand and walking back into my living room.
“You’re right, babe. I promise to do better. I just can’t help how I feel about you. I wanted you since the first time I saw you and I ain’t trying to lose you to no sucka ass nigga that wants to hang on the corners and flexx all day.”
I just shook my head as I lay across the couch. Chris sat down and placed my feet in his lap as he began to massage them. Damn, his hands felt amazing. I had been doing so much running around lately and I definitely needed this. I closed my eyes and allowed Chris’ hands to melt away all my worries and frustrations.
“Let’s go upstairs so I can give you a real massage. You look like you need it,” Chris said as he pulled me up and we walked up the stairs hand in hand.
Once we were upstairs, he walked into my adjoining bathroom and grabbed my Aveeno stress relief lotion and lit a few candles. I lay on the bed on my back just staring at him as he sat down next to me on the bed. He kissed my lips and his lips were so soft. They always made me feel like I was kissing clouds, so I kissed him back. Chris began to kiss me passionately as he started to lift my dress. I pulled away and stared at him.
“Take your clothes off so you can get these hands. Ain’t nobody gonna hurt you, girl,” he said and I smiled at him and lifted up to let him take my dress off. “Panties, too. Everything.”
I undid my bra and lay next to him butt naked. My hips and ass had spread after I had Baby Tone so I was a nice, thick size 7. My body looked good, my skin was smooth but it also held scars from the accidents throughout my life. I wasn’t self-conscious or ashamed of those scars because I was a survivor.
I stared at Chris as he leaned in and kissed my nose, then my chin and finally my lips. His lips devoured mine and the connection we had during this crazy make out session made me feel that maybe I should give him a chance and try and see where this relationship could go.
“Turn over on your stomach.”
I did as he said and felt him squirt cold lotion on my back. For some reason, my pussy began to get wet once I felt the cold drops of smooth cream hit me. Damn, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to cross that line with Chris but I didn’t think I could fight it tonight if I tried. I lay on my stomach as Chris began to work his magical hands all over my body. It felt so amazing. I felt as if I was melting through the mattress. I could feel the juices in my pussy just pushing out of me. Before I knew it, Chris’ tongue was trailing down my back.
“Oh shit,” I moaned as he began to kiss across my butt cheeks. Chris grabbed both of my cheeks and spread them, pulling me up in an arch. I squeezed my eyes shut as his tongue began to lick across my lower lips and swirl around my pearl tongue. “Fuck, that feels good, baby,” I said as I buried my head deep into my pillow.
I had climaxed twice just off Chris’ tongue game and I was ready to feel the real thing. Chris got up and walked into the bathroom. I stared up at the ceiling trying to figure out if this was a good idea. Just an hour ago I was convinced that I didn’t want to deal with him and here I was, butt ass naked and waiting to get the business. A few moments passed and Chris returned into the room with a warm wet towel and wiped me up. I had definitely made a mess down there. It had been a minute since I had been touched intimately and Chris had opened up the floodgates.
Chris climbed between my legs and opened them wider using his knee and then pulled my legs up as he held them in the crook of his arm, he stared at me but I was staring at his dick. The width on his shit was amazing, it wasn’t too long but it wasn’t short either. I swear I just knew he was going to rip me apart soon as he entered me. Chris positioned himself right at the opening of my kitty. He was warm as hell and I could feel the moisture from pre-cum as he tried to enter me. I scooted up and placed my knee in his chest. “You ain’t ever watched a BET commercial, nigga? Wrap it up?” I asked as he shook his head.
“Why I got to wear one if you my bitch and you not dealing with nobody other than me?” he asked, trying to move my knee out the way.
“Because I don’t know what you been doing, for one, and I ain’t trying to get pregnant. That’s why.”
Chris reached over the side of the bed and grabbed a box of condoms out of his back pocket. I watched as he opened the condom and slid it on his thick, brown rod and I leaned back and braced myself. I looked up at Chris because I could feel him just staring at me. This nigga was a straight weirdo. I was trying to get some dick and here his childish ass was trying to have a staring contest.
“What you waiting on, Christian? Put it in,” I said as I leaned up and kissed his lips, hoping that would motivate him to get this shit going.
“You know once you give it to me, it’s mine for good, right?” he asked while kissing my lips.
I didn’t even answer him, I just wrapped my legs around him and thrust my pelvis into him so he would quit talking and get to it.
Chris rubbed the head of his penis on my hot pussy and plunged in but then pulled out. “Damn this pussy soaking wet, Jae.” He put the head back in and I swear, just that alone had me ready to burst buckets. “You going to let her talk to me? Make this pussy talk to me,” he demanded as he plunged deep into me.
“Aaagh, Christian, fuck!” I yelled out as he started moving his hips in a circular motion, hitting every inch of me. I wanted to jump up and give this nigga an award. It had been less than a minute and I was cumming all over him. “Gaaawd, this dick is the shit,” I said, not giving a fuck how I sounded at the moment.
“Now you ready to really take this dick? This wet ass shit gon’ have me ready to take a few niggas’ heads off they look too hard.”
I leaned up and bit Chris lips’ as I wrapped my legs around his torso and flipped him over so that I was now straddling him. “Hush, I’m trying to give you something.”
Chapter 10
I was running late. My ass was standing in line at the bookstore trying to get all my books as my final semester of my first year had just started. I had been in this hot ass, crowded ass bookstore for over an hour. I was hella mad because I had ordered all my books online except two because they were workbooks that were not carried online. So unfortunately, I was stuck in this store with a million other people and I had a meeting with my uncle’s teams in less than an hour. I shot a text to Tamia and told her that I would be about 15 minutes late and to just make sure everyone was there by the time I showed up.
Since Uncle Ken had gone down, he had literally left Tamia and me in charge of all of his personal affairs. We had to meet up with both crews weekly just to make sure that everybody was on the same page, there wasn’t any funny shit going on and that, most importantly, the money was on point. They were still awaiting trial but had been sitting for the past six months. How I got myself back into this mess was beyond me. But here I was, back in the streets and my face was known to be seen at least twice a week on the east and west side.
After finally getting the hell off campus, I rushed to the meeting spot. B had a few cousins that were founders of a motorcycle club so we were able to use their clubhouse on Friday afternoons to hold our meetings with no interruptions. Everything had changed from how it was when the original Gas Squad was runn
ing things, but the money was coming in just as much and possibly even more. Oh, what a difference a year made.
My job was to make sure that all the cop money was straight at the end of the week, that my uncle’s lawyers and bills were paid and that a certain amount of money was placed into his offshore accounts on time. Tamia’s job was to make sure that all the drops were handled and that the pickup from each of our plugs were made and drop offs were distributed amongst the crews on time. Jamiya was more hands on. She wasn’t leadership material like Tamia so Uncle Ken didn’t much hand her any responsibility. For the most part, she was the one that was always ready when it was time to put in work. Her team was cold and they were trigger happy and wild as fuck. Gas Squad had put in work but the crew Jamiya ran with on the west side made us look like amateurs when it was fonk time. On more than one occasion, I’d had to get on her helmet about being so wild and drawing attention to us. With her parents and brother under investigation, I needed them to move smarter and stop making so much noise in the streets.
I hopped out my Masi and walked up to the door to the clubhouse; I knocked and waited to be let inside. I glanced at my phone and saw that I had three missed calls from Chris. I would call him back once the meeting was over. His ass could wait. I had yet to tell Chris about my involvement in the streets, past or present, and honestly, I didn’t even know how. My rational side said to just tell him before he found out elsewhere and then my rebellious side said if he don’t ask, then don’t tell. I knew he knew something was up. We hadn’t been spending much time together and I had been running around non-stop for weeks. Shit, I had just installed a safe into my closet at home and as I was having Greg put it in the other day, Chris showed up unexpectedly. I had to make up a lie that the shower head in my bathroom had broken to explain why Greg had come over and was covered in plaster. It was hard trying to keep secrets from my nigga but I just wasn’t ready to let him in on every part of my life.
B had come and let me in and I gave him a quick hug as I stepped inside the building. I walked up the stairs and into the meeting room. “Sup, y’all?” I addressed the room. Soon as I took my seat, I began to roll up. “Aite, y’all. Let’s get this meeting started so we can go on about our business,” I said, looking around the room at the twenty something people that occupied the seats.
Tamia, Jamiya, Lexis, Greg and B were to my right along with Tae, this broad named Jessie that was a part of the east side crew as well as Corey, Mike and Timmy and then the west side crew sat to my left which was Alex, Diontae, and Huff then there was Jamiya’s hyphy ass crew that included Ariel, Kash, Izz, Pam, and Dudda and lastly, there was Big Tank. He was Uncle Ken’s nigga from back in the day. He was the big homie and our eyes and ears in the streets. He knew who was making moves, who was plotting on who and most importantly, he knew who and what was on the law enforcement’s radar. It was a lot easier to get money and get it right when you had your big homie out there looking out for you. He was tapped in with all the OGs in the surrounding hoods, so if he didn’t know about something that was going on, it didn’t take him long to find it out.
“So what’s up with this shit that happened at the bowling alley the other night between y’all niggas and them PG niggas from the City?” I asked, pointing at Jamiya and her crew of knuckleheads. Nobody responded. “Don’t all you niggas speak at once,” I said calmly while lighting one of the blunts I had just rolled.
“Man, see this what had happened…” I looked up and hit the blunt as I motioned for Izz to continue. “…you know I got a few peoples in the City. I fuck around out there on the regular with my HP niggas and my bitch from Bayshore. So niggas know I keep the soft on deck. We go out there to hang and niggas see me and start trying to tap in. I ain’t turning down no money so I serve the niggas and gon’ bout my business, shit. So like an hour later, I run dry and I guess them niggas peeped I was making moves and decided to try and get on me.”
I passed Greg the blunt and shook my head because trouble forever followed their asses. “So what they do? They approached you trying to holla or what?” I asked.
“Hell nah. I stepped outside to call my bitch and soon as I hit the corner to come back inside, them niggas rocked up on me three deep. So the one nigga fires on me and we going blows then they try and jump me. By then, I guess Kash and them peep the play and come out. So now it’s like six of us on the three of them, security come and breaks the shit up and we go our separate ways.” Izz paused and picked up his cup of syrup and took a sip.
“So who let off shots first is what I want to know?” I asked, looking at Kash because he was the hot head out of all of them.
“Bruh, them niggas had come creeping up the block as we were at the light and started busting. Honestly, we barely got a shot off. The City ain’t our territory and you know 5-0 be lurking so we just got the fuck up out of there.” Kash using his hands as he talked.
“Okay, so do you know them niggas?” I asked Izz since he was in the City on the regular.
“Nah, but my cousin said he know who they are and where they be. Said the niggas was talking big shit the other day like it’s whatever.”
I sat and thought for a minute, we didn’t have time to be fonkin’ with niggas over some shit that was small change. This shit needed to be put to rest before it got out of hand. There was too much other shit to be worried about at the moment. These niggas weren’t coming for our money or our blocks so they were irrelevant. “Aight, let them talk for now and can you stay your ugly ass out the City for a while, please?” I asked.
Izz shook his head and I hoped that his hard headed ass was going to listen.
“So besides that, are there any other issues that I should be aware of?” I asked. Looking around at everybody, I lit a second blunt waiting on somebody to speak.
“Oh yea!” Pam yelled out. Pam was ghetto as hell; she was from West Oakland and didn’t take any shit. She was the type of broad that got into a fight wherever she went because she said what she felt and had no regard for anybody’s feelings. She had this dark, silky skin and thick, curly natural hair with high cheekbones, hazel eyes and a big butt but her waist was non-existent. Pam was Eritrean and super pretty but she loved to fight.
“What’s up, Pam?” I asked as I picked up my vibrating phone. I looked at the screen and saw that it was Chris calling me again.
“So my step-sister, she lives down in Victorville, right? Her ass got married and moved down there to be closer to her granny and she calls me yesterday and says she ran into Quita. Said she was at Western Union with some old nigga.”
I sat up in my seat because I had been ready to find this hoe and now I finally got something on her ass.
“So peep this, though. On her way out, she tells the cashier she will see her again next week. So I shot my sis some dough and told her to sit on that spot and try and catch her ass again and then when she leave, follow her ass and shoot me the address.”
I was already putting a plan in motion for Quita’s ass. She had cut a deal with the Feds and had given up all kinds of information that could get my uncle crazy time but then when it came time for her to prepare for trial and her testimony, she had skipped town. Without her testimony, the D.A.’s case wasn’t as strong. I was about to catch that hoe and air her ass out.
“Good looking, P. Keep me posted. I got something for that bitch.”
The meeting continued for another thirty minutes as we went over numbers and how and when to switch up the trap locations on the blocks. Once everything was covered, I ended the meeting and looked at the time. It was a quarter to six and I needed to get going so that I could pick up Baby Tone from Ms. Tracy’s.
I had started letting her get some time with him alone, no overnights but when I had business to handle and she was free, she helped out for a couple of hours. He loved being with her and I liked the fact that my baby would have the chance to have at least one grandparent in his life. Soon as I got in my car, I sent Ms. Tracy a text saying that I was on my
way and then I called Chris back.
I started the car and pulled off as the phone rang and then went to voicemail. I hated people that blew you up but then didn’t answer when you called them back. I threw my phone on the seat and turned up my music as I bobbed my head to Rick Ross’ Mastermind album. I loved that album and I could listen to it every day from beginning to end. It felt great to ride the streets of my city in my Maserati listening to a real nigga. I just wished I still had the people I’d started with here to share this feeling with them. Our time was cut way too short. But every move I made was in their memory.
Chapter 11
“Go, baby! Go, baby! Yay!! Look at mama, baby. You walkin and rollin now, huh?” I picked up Baby Tone and spun him around in the air.
We were spending a nice Friday night in the house and he had taken his first steps. He was three weeks shy of being a year old and had been taking little steps here and there but today he just got up and walked. I was so proud my little man was growing so fast. I swear I just had him.
“Babe, hand me phone so I can send this video of him walking to everybody,” I said, way too excited.
“Why can’t you just let them see it for themselves? Ain’t he going over Gio’s tomorrow?” Chris asked, seemingly annoyed.
“Here we go,” I thought.
“Never mind, I can grab my own shit. Matter of fact, since you seeming so irritated, why you don’t go to your own shit where you can be as grumpy as you want? But take that shit up out my spot.”
I was so over Chris and his bitch ass attitudes. His ass was mad because he wanted to go out to his cousin’s party tonight and I told him I was staying in with my son but he could go if he liked. I didn’t know I was obligated to be on a nigga’s arm 24/7. Nigga wanted me to drop my baby off to Gio a day early just to go be in some sweaty ass club. My priorities were in order and I had a baby and homework to tend to.