by Nene Capri
Fear . . .
“You didn’t have to come all the way out here.”
“I had to talk to you face to face,” Pat revealed as she walked over to the couch and took a seat.
“Look, we have gone over this enough times. You know what you’re supposed to say. Handle your business.”
Pat stared at the wall for a few seconds. “She knows shit that only me, you, and Nine know.”
“So the fuck what! If you don’t confirm, then all she has is suspicions. Stick to the plan.”
“It’s easy for you to say. You’re all the way the fuck up here.” Pat stood up and walked over to the window where she lit a cigarette and took a few pulls. “I just want all this shit to go away. I’m tired of the lies.”
“Look, don’t fall apart on me now. You knew this day was coming. Just stick to the script. It’s almost over.”
Pat continued to stare out the window. Her mind was full and her spirit was heavy. The secrets she had been holding for the last twenty years had grown in her belly like a tumor, and she was dying to rid herself of the pain of deceit.
-16-
Living Foul
At three in the morning Boa gently turned his key in the door so as not to wake Latreece. He had been gone for three days, and he knew he was going to hear her mouth. Slowly he opened it and peeked inside. When he saw no light or movement, he cracked the door more and slid inside, closing it very lightly behind him. He adjusted his eyes to the darkness, slipped his feet out of his boots, and then proceeded to tip across the living room. When he got to the middle of the room, the light came on and he paused, squinting his eyes from the blinding light.
“Why the fuck is you creeping through the house like a damn cat burglar?” Latreece said, standing in her two-piece pajama set.
“I didn’t want to wake you.”
“You are such a liar,” she said, apparently fed up with his recent activity.
Within the last few months, Boa had begun getting sloppy. Latreece had found a pack of condoms in his overnight bag he used to go out of town, and she received several phone calls from random bitches, not to mention the other signs of his infidelity that had become magnified. Now he was creeping in the house at three in the morning looking guilty as hell. Boa kept on walking and went to the walk-in closet, took off his clothes, and headed for the shower.
Latreece came and stood by the shower. “Got to wash the evidence away, huh?”
“Go ‘head with all that.”
Latreece snatched the shower door open. “Do you enjoy making a fool out of me?” she shouted, full of rage. Just as she started her rant, her eyes settled in on the mark on his neck. She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. She wanted to continue, but couldn’t. Up until now everything was speculation, but tonight she had gotten an in your face confirmation and immediately felt sick to her stomach.
“I fucking hate you!” she screamed and stormed out the bathroom. Latreece went straight to her dresser and began snatching her clothes from the drawer in an attempt to get dressed and leave. Tears fell from her eyes at a rapid pace, and her heart felt like it wanted to leap from her chest.
Boa came storming out the bathroom. “I’m sorry. Hold up. Let me explain.”
“Explain what? How you just crawled out the next bitch’s pussy and then came home to me with that bitch’s pleasure mark on your neck?” She glared at him with pain in her eyes. “Why Boa? Why do you enjoy hurting me?” she said, shaking her head.
“Baby, it was a mistake. This stripper bitch was all up on me, and then she just bit me,” he said, rubbing at his neck.
Latreece chuckled. “What type of fool do you take me for?” She turned and walked to the closet to retrieve her shoes.
Boa was torn. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Latreece. She had endured so much and didn’t deserve what he was taking her through. The part that hurt him most was seeing the disappointment in her eyes. “Shit!” Boa said, coming up behind her and hugging her tight.
“Get off me, Boa!” She tried to resist his advances.
“I need you to forgive me,” he whispered in her ear.
“Boa, stop. I need to get out of here. I can’t stand to look at you right now,” she protested while struggling to break from his grip. He pressed up against her, dick out and ready.
“Let me make it up to you,” he said, planting kisses on her neck.
“Boa, don’t. Let me go,” she asserted with tears streaming down her face.
Boa reached up under her shirt and began caressing her breasts. She grabbed his hand and tried to move it. “Let me make it all better,” he seductively whispered.
Latreece felt defeated. He felt so good up against her, his strong hands on her breasts and warm lips on her neck and ear. His rock hard dick threatened to bust through her shorts. Boa had managed to get a hold of her nipple and slowly kneaded it between his fingers. While she was distracted with trying to free her breasts, he rushed his other hand down the front of her shorts and began circling her clit. “Let me go, Boa,” she said with both pleasure and anger in her voice. She tried one last time to be free. Boa was fed up with the small struggle. He turned her around, pushed her up against the wall and started kissing her rough and deep. She surrendered her tongue to him and was rewarded with his passion.
Boa broke the kiss, looked her in the eyes and said, “This is your dick.” He took her hand and wrapped it around his hardness and squeezed. Then he started to stroke himself with her hand.
After a few strokes she said, “I can’t tell it belongs to me.”
With that, he picked her up, carried her to the bed and threw her on it. Grabbing her by the ankles, he yanked her into position then forcefully pulled off her shorts and climbed on top of her like a wild man. He inserted himself deep inside her and went to work.
Latreece screamed and moaned and came for hours as Boa fucked her in every position possible. By the time he was done, the sun was up and she was sexed out.
He lay on her back, slowly stroking her as her limp body had no more energy. “You forgive me?” he whispered.
Barely able to respond, she mumbled, “Mmmm. Yes. Yes. I forgive you.”
“It’s all about you, Treece,” he said in her ear and picked up his pace in an attempt to cum one more time.
“Mmmm . . .” she moaned as he went deeper.
“I love you!” he growled as he came long and hard.
The deep stroke brought one last orgasm on for her as well, and she yelled out, “I love you, Boa! Oh my God!”
Boa pushed as deep as he could and stayed there. Kissing the side of her face, he told her, “This is your dick.”
“I know,” she whispered as a few tears escaped her eyes.
Boa rolled off her back and onto his own. Latreece snuggled next to him and dozed off. He lay there thinking that here he had a woman lying beside him whom he loved, who had had his back for the last three years. He wasn’t willing to fuck that up by chasing KoKo. He decided at that moment he needed to keep it professional. Little did he know KoKo wasn’t going to allow it. Boa was already in too deep.
-17-
Uninvited Guest
“Stop, Boa!” Latreece yelled out, laughing and squirming in Boa’s arms as he continued to bite and tickle her.
“Say you love me.”
“I do. I do. I love you,” she yelled while grabbing his hands to stop the torture. Boa stopped, briefly allowing her to regain her composure. Then he started all over again.
Boa had spent the last two days in the house trying to get back in Latreece’s good graces. They were lying on the couch watching TV and laughing when the doorbell rang.
“Whyyyy?” Latreece yelled out as she attempted to sit up.
Boa pulled her back into his arms. “Stop Boa, I have to get the door.” Boa started kissing her and running his hand up and down her back.
“Buzzz . . . Buzzz . . .” the bell rang again.
Latreece broke from his grip and headed t
o the door. “Don’t your little friends know it’s daddy time?”
“Don’t hate ‘cause I’m loved. Plus you had me for two days. They probably want to see if I’m still alive.”
She turned and smiled and proceeded to open the door. “Just a minute,” she yelled and then looked through the peephole and her whole attitude changed. She took a deep breath, unlocked the door, and cracked it. There stood KoKo in a pair of fitted jeans accenting her shapely bowlegs. A strapless fitted tank showed off her cocoa smooth, slightly muscular shoulders and arms. A pair of three-inch designer heels displayed her manicured feet. Latreece looked at her iced out chain that read, KoKo. She had heard about KoKo, but from the rumors she thought that maybe she may have looked real butch. But she had to admit KoKo was well put together.
KoKo locked eyes with Latreece and said, “Is Mr. Barnes home?”
“It depends on who’s looking,” Latreece shot back with a fake smile.
“It’s his boss,” she said, maintaining her serious face.
The women stood in a stare down until Boa yelled out, “Who is it?”
“It’s your boss,” Latreece said, eyebrows raised. She opened the door, exposing Boa lying on the couch.
“What’s good, KoKo?” He sat up. “Let her in, ma.” Latreece put her hand out as a gesture for KoKo to proceed in. KoKo walked inside. Latreece looked her up and down as she went past and a strong feeling of jealousy rose up in her gut.
“So what’s up?” he asked, uncertain of what KoKo was trying to pull. He knew she had balls, but no one ever knew when she was going to use them.
Latreece came and sat beside him, wondering the same thing. This bitch is bold as hell.
“That watch looks good on you,” KoKo said to Latreece.
“Yeah, Boa gave it to me,” Treece said, beaming and looking at Boa.
“I know. I bought it,” KoKo stated with a serious look.
The color drained from Latreece’s face and so did the smile.
“Yeah, it’s for the wives. Don’t fuck up,” KoKo warned and then turned her attention to Boa.
“It’s time to punch the clock, nigga,” she said and then laughed. “You all ‘love-nest’ up in this muthafuacka.” She sat back, crossed those sexy bowlegs, and pulled a blunt from her clutch and lit it up.
Latreece was on fire. Her leg shook as she bit on her bottom lip displaying a small attitude.
Boa looked back and forth between the two and could feel the tension getting thick. He said, “Let me go get dressed.” Then he stood up.
As he passed, KoKo smacked his ass with the back of her hand. “Hurry up, soldier. We got shit to do.” She took another long pull on her blunt.
All he could do was smile. KoKo was that bitch. “You ain’t paying me that much,” he mumbled then headed to the bathroom.
Latreece was ready to check her, and the fact that Boa didn’t say anything and kept on going made Latreece even madder.
“We usually don’t smoke in here,” Latreece stated as her eyes lowered and her mouth twisted from side to side.
“Is that right?” KoKo said, taking another long pull while staring her down. “Well, where do we smoke at?” she asked, sarcasm dripping from her voice as she blew smoke in Latreece’s direction.
“Well, Boa smokes in the bathroom.”
KoKo grinned and kept on smoking.
Just as Latreece got ready to say something else, the house phone rang. “Excuse me,” she said, and then got up and headed to the kitchen. She was ready to get out of KoKo’s face.
“What’s up, girl?” she said into the phone and paused briefly. “. . . Giiirrl. That nigga had me up in here doing all kinds of shit to me.” Latreece began loading the dishwasher and cleaning the kitchen while engaged in her phone call.
Just then, KoKo heard the shower come on. She got up and sashayed her sexy ass down the hallway and into the bathroom. She locked the door, and then little by little she opened the shower door and stood there smoking her blunt and watching Boa lather up that sexy body. The water and soap ran down his muscular back and his ass.
“I’ll be back later on. What are you going to feed daddy?” Boa yelled out as he ran the water over his face and then turned around. “Why you ain’t saying nothin’?” he asked as he opened his eyes to find KoKo standing there.
“What the fuck?”
“Don’t mind me. I’m just enjoying the view,” KoKo said smoothly.
“For real, KoKo?” he asked, turning the water off and reaching for his towel.
“Where is Latreece?” He looked past her at the door.
“She said ‘we smoke in the bathroom,’ so here I am. Don’t fuck up my moment with bullshit questions.” Boa wrapped up in his towel in an attempt to cover up. He pulled the door all the way back then tucked the towel in on the side.
“Don’t put it away on my account,” she said in a sexy tone.
“You know your ass is dead wrong,” he said while staring into her eyes.
The excitement of having his woman in one room and the woman whose pussy he had been fantasizing about lying in for months standing in front of his face only made his dick hard. Boa began to think about how good she felt to him and the moans she made because of him just using his tongue. The more he thought about it, the harder he became.
“Let me get some of that.” He reached out for the blunt. KoKo pulled her hand back and dutted the ashes in the ashtray. She placed the blunt in her mouth and moved in closer to Boa. She blew him a shotgun allowing her lips to lightly touch his. The smoke hit his lungs hard as he inhaled, releasing the smoke from his nose as he stared into her eyes.
KoKo removed the blunt from her mouth, placed it on the ashtray and then broke the trance by saying, “Is that the snake you wanted me to meet?” She reached in his towel and began to stroke his dick, applying just the right amount of pressure. “I think I might want this for myself,” she whispered as she seductively stroked his handle. Boa put his hands behind his back as he enjoyed the action.
“What if it already belongs to someone?” he said in a deep and sexy mumble.
“I always get what I want, Mr. Barnes. And I have no problem with taking it.” KoKo quickened her pace as she heard a slight hiss from his lips.
“I want you to take it,” Boa said, allowing himself to reach his limit.
“You gonna let me take it, Boa?” she moaned, turning her wrist and picking up speed, causing Boa’s breathing to become heavy. She continued to stroke him until he was cumming. KoKo slowly slid her hand up and down the length of his dick, allowing the wetness to guide her stroke. Holding their intense gaze, she said, “You hooked a sistah up the other night. I just wanted to return the favor.”
“You know when you finally give me that pussy, I’ma fuck you so good you ain’t gonna know your name.”
“It sounds good. Make it look good.” She threw the challenge on the table to see if he had the balls to get some with his girl in the next room.
Boa smiled. “You a bad bitch.”
KoKo released him from her hand, grabbed him around the neck, and placed a kiss on his lips. “There ain’t another bitch on the planet like me. And don’t you forget it.”
She seductively turned to the sink and washed her hands. Turning back, she looked at his dick and said, “Um. Um. Um. It should be illegal for a nigga to walk around with all that dick. Oh yeah, that’s going to be KoKo’s.” She nodded. “Hurry up. I don’t want to have to fuck your bitch up.” With that, she walked out the bathroom.
Latreece suddenly became suspicious with the silence. “I’ll call you back,” she said into the phone and then hung up. She came into the living room and went on high alert when she didn’t see KoKo. She immediately walked to the hallway toward her room and saw KoKo switching those hips coming down the hall. She was giving Latreece fever.
“Umm . . . excuse you,” Latreece stated.
“Thanks for the hospitality. Tell Boa I’m in the car,” she said in a serious tone and kept
walking.
Latreece watched as she grabbed her clutch and left the apartment. Livid, she stormed toward the bathroom, and when she opened the door Boa was sitting on the toilet in his jeans, smoking the blunt KoKo left behind. “Why the fuck was that bitch in here while you were in the shower?” She had one hand on the doorknob and one on her hip in full argument mode.
“Smoking. You told her we smoke in the bathroom,” Boa stated matter-of-factly. Then he stood up, put on his tank top and a T-shirt on top of it. He slid his feet in his boots and laced them up. Then he walked over and kissed her on the forehead and moved past her. “I got to go.” He went in the room, grabbed his money and his gat, preparing to leave the house.
“When will you be back?” she asked, her voice cracking as if ready to cry. It was something about KoKo that she didn’t like, and she certainly didn’t like how Boa’s whole attitude changed whenever her name came up.
“Later on.” Boa gave her a big hug and kissed her on the lips. “Don’t be jelly, ma. KoKo is just one of the guys.” He released her and headed for the door.
Latreece watched him bop his cool ass out the door while thinking, Yeah fucking right. She felt Boa slipping, and it was just a matter of time before he slipped and fell in some pussy he would not be able to get out of. And from what she could detect, KoKo was the one with that power.
-18-
Real Estate
For the next two weeks KoKo kept Boa close. She was carefully grooming him to meet the Russians. Even though she had been working with them for years, they were still very hard to deal with. KoKo had to make sure Boa’s attitude calmed down before the introduction. In the meantime, she had to get back to the ‘A’ to make sure things stayed in line.
Back in Atlanta, KoKo was sitting in Rock’s office finalizing the property she had purchased from him. She looked over the paperwork pinpointing the many lines she had to sign. He stood looking at her like she was his favorite dish.