The Pussy Trap 3

by Death by Temptation (retail) (epub)

  “Are you trying to ruin us?” Mr. Odoo stared at his son with disgust.

  “I was just trying to make some moves. We’ve been in the same financial situation for the last ten years. It’s time to step it up,” he said to his father with confidence.

  “Step it up? You think that peddling dope means we are stepping it up? I thought that I was making a good choice selecting you to take charge. And in return you make me look foolish,” he yelled, slamming his hand on the desk.

  A smile formed on Yuri’s face as she stood next to her dad filled with joy. Their sibling rivalry was intense, and she knew that this would not only put a wedge between her dad and Peppa, but also between him and Kayson.

  “You are a huge disappointment. I am sickened by your presence. Leave me!” he yelled.

  Peppa stood up and looked at his father. “Your ignorance of the time is going to destroy you.”

  “And being plain ignorant is going to destroy you,” his father warned.

  Mr. Odoo put his hand on his forehead. “Yuri, please have Kayson summoned. I need to see him at once.”

  “Yes, Dad.” She patted her father on the shoulder and sashayed out of his office.

  When she got to the hallway, she pulled her phone out to make the call.

  “You’re an evil bitch, and I promise you are going to pay dearly. I promise you that.” Peppa vehemently hurled those words at Yuri as he exited his father’s office.

  “You laid down with the bitch. Don’t blame me for your fleas.” She turned and placed the call.

  Peppa turned the other way and went out the door. “Hello,” Yuri seductively said into the phone.

  “Why you on my phone?” Kayson responded coldly.

  “My father wants to see you. I guess your disobedient wife has been doing some shit behind your back.”

  “Tell him I’ll be there in a couple days.” He hung up and threw his phone up on his desk. “Shit!” he said aloud and picked up his phone.

  “Hello,” KoKo said into the receiver. “Where you at?” Kayson asked. “I’m at the house. Why?”

  “Meet me at our spot.” Kayson hung up.

  “What the fuck?” KoKo looked at the phone with a wrinkled brow.

  She dressed quickly and headed to the spot. When she walked in the door, Kayson stood with his back turned looking out the window in intense thought.

  “What’s up?” she asked, laying her keys on the table.

  “Tell me what I told you to do?” “What?”

  “Repeat to me what I told you to do with Peppa?” “Oh shit!” KoKo said and sat down.

  “Why would you think it was okay to have dope delivered through that warehouse?”

  “Kay, on the real, I needed that connect. I was wrong for not saying shit. But I had to make a move.”

  “Fuck is you talking about?” he growled, turning in her direction.

  “We got people depending on us. Yeah, we going legit, but we got shit pending that we have to resolve.”

  “You talking to me like I just signed up for boot camp. I built this shit! I know what the fuck has to be done!” His voice carried through the living room.

  KoKo sat looking at him like he was crazy. “Like I said, I had some shit pending, and I handled it. As soon as I could cut Peppa out, I did. Niggas gotta eat, Kayson.”

  “Those is grown fucking men. If they hungry then them niggas need to hunt just like we did,” he growled.

  “Baby.”

  “You coddle these muthafuckas. But it’s all good. I got it from here. You’re gonna sit yo’ pregnant ass down.”

  “I can’t do that right now.”

  “None of what I just said is up for discussion. That shit is final. I’m about to meet with Baseem and Night and reel this shit back in. I respect what you did while I was gone, but I’m back, and you’re done. If you see something that needs to be handled, run that shit by me first.”

  KoKo looked at him. She heard him, but she had so much pending, and she needed to make a few more runs.

  “Are we clear?” He looked at her with raised brows. KoKo didn’t answer.

  “I said. Are. We. Clear?”

  “We clear. Anything else, Boss?” she asked sarcastically. “Don’t make me act the fuck up. I need you to take care of our son and make sure my baby arrives healthy. And you can’t do that out running into shit.”

  “Night gotta big ass mouth,” she mumbled. “Yeah, and yo’ ass is spoiled and hardheaded.” “It’s your fault,” she murmured.

  “What?”

  “Nothing.” She headed to the bathroom.

  Kayson walked into the other room, sat in the chair, and called Night.

  “What’s good?” Night said into the phone, sounding as if he just woke up.

  “Call a meeting. I’m about to shake shit up.” “You ready for that?”

  “I don’t have no other choice. Your sister is about to make me fuck her up.”

  Night laughed. “You know how she get down.”

  “Another thing, I need you to take a long trip with me. I have to take care of some shit.”

  “Got you.”

  He hung up and placed a few more calls. Kayson sat back in his large black chair and continued his plot. When he looked up, KoKo was coming toward him wearing only a tight T-shirt with a sneaky smirk on her face.

  “I ain’t fucking with you right now.”

  “You ain’t fucking with me?” she asked, squatting between his legs.

  Kayson looked down at her as she reached in his sweats and pulled out the Enforcer.

  “I’ma do what you tell me, baby,” she cooed as she ran the tip of her tongue around the rim of his dick.

  Kayson held eye contact with her as she began to suck gently on the head, bringing him to attention. When he looked down to see her pretty pussy staring back at him, his shit went from rock to brick.

  KoKo squeezed tightly at the base, moving her wrist enough to bring him in and out of her mouth, getting it sloppy with every motion. Tightening her grip and her jaws while rolling her tongue back and forth over that main vein got the reaction she was looking for.

  “Sssss . . .” he hissed as his hands gripped the arm of the chair.

  “Mmmmm . . .” she moaned, taking in all of him.

  Releasing him from her jaws, she stroked him quick and firm while sensually rolling her tongue up and down his length making full eye contact.

  When she heard another hiss leave his lips, she took him in her mouth and all the way to the back of her throat. Gripping each hand on his knees, she tilted his dick forward and gave him that no hands action.

  The faster and harder she sucked, the heavier he breathed. “Damn, ma,” he mumbled as the intensity of her wet treat

  brought him to the edge of no return.

  “Mmmmm . . .” she moaned, causing the right amount of vibration.

  Removing her hands from his knees, she grabbed him with one hand and gently caressed his balls with the other. Rotating her wrist, sucking and caressing him with her mouth brought it on.

  Kayson dug his fingertips into the chair as he released.

  KoKo allowed a little to enter her mouth and then run down the length of his dick. She then ran the tip of her tongue down the back and up and down the line between his sac, playing in his essence.

  “I love you,” she whispered, rising from between his legs. Slightly dazed and satisfied, he moaned, “I love you too.

  Sorry for yelling at you, baby. But I still need you to do what I say.”

  “I’ma let you lead, baby. I just wanted to polish the seat of your throne.” She bit down on her lip, giving him her ‘fuck me’ gaze.

  “Is that right?” He stood up.

  Towering over her, he sized up the situation, realizing he needed to return the favor.

  “If I’m sitting on the throne, where do you think you need to sit?” he asked, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor.

  “Where you want me?” she cooed.<
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  “Right at the top,” he said, scooping her up and placing her pussy at mouth level.

  KoKo draped her legs over his shoulders and rubbed his head as he walked to the wall, placing her back firmly against it. When his tongue made the first contact with her clit, she put her head back on the wall and allowed him to worship her, thinking, If a bitch gotta be at the top, might as well be on the shoulders of the man she loves while she paints his lips with her honey.

  - 39 -

  Disappointed

  Just follow my lead," said Kayson, as calmly as the quiet comes before a storm. "I know this nigga gonna be mad as hell, and he’s justified in that. I’ma let him vent. Then I’ll deliver my verdict.” Him and Night had just pulled up to Mr. Odoo’s estate.

  “You know me. I’ma be cool until you say get hot. Then that muthafucka is in trouble,” Night seriously stated.

  “Let’s go.”

  They exited the vehicle and headed to the door.

  Once inside, Night looked around at the décor. “This shit is nice,” he said, admiring the artwork and earthy color scheme.

  “It’s all right,” Kayson shot back, leading the way to Mr.

  Odoo’s study.

  “Thank you for coming right away. Please have a seat,” Mr. Odoo stated from his recliner.

  “No problem. This is my brother Night.” Kayson made the introduction.

  “Welcome to my home,” he greeted Night with a smile. Night walked over and shook his hand.

  The two men took a seat on the couch, mentally preparing for this emergency meeting.

  “It always surprises me how you can provide a man with what he needs to eat a good meal, and he will still reach over and take food off your plate,” Mr. Odoo said, looking down as he moved the golden pieces around on a glass chessboard.

  “When a man is full, the only thing he can get off another man’s plate is scraps. And I’m very full,” Kayson said.

  Mr. Odoo nodded and moved another piece. “Yes, that might be true, but when your death was upon you, I nursed you, I fed you, I provided a safe place for you, and then the thanks I get is deception.” His brow wrinkled as the words left his mouth.

  “I have never taken anything that wasn’t intended to be mine. And I have no need to deceive a friend. But an enemy will feel me. No rules, no code, just wrath.” Kayson wanted to send a warning.

  Mr. Odoo huffed. “So, the treachery your wife committed is her own?” He turned and looked at Kayson.

  “My wife is a businesswoman who seized an opportunity. The treachery that has shown its ugly head came out of your house. The person you better direct the anger on is your son,” Kayson spoke his words firmly.

  Looking back at the chessboard he said, “Oh, don’t worry about my house. I will handle that. But I need some punishment to surface in your house as well.”

  “Listen to my words very carefully. I never crossed you. I thank you for all that you have done for me. But I will tell you this. When it comes to my family, the words mercy, forgiveness, or friendship will not stop me from touching a muthafucka’s whole generation,” he angrily spat.

  Mr. Odoo nodded. “Well, consider us enemies.” He didn’t even look up.

  Kayson rose to his feet. “Well, all my enemies end up dead.

  Get your good suit ready,” he said as he walked to the door.

  Night got up. “Thanks for the hospitality,” he calmly stated as he followed Kayson.

  “You’re not untouchable.” Mr. Odoo looked toward the door.

  Kayson paused and turned. “Neither is your daughter. You see her today?” He smiled before pivoting and walking out.

  Mr. Odoo looked around the room, and then hurried to his desk to dial Yuri’s phone that just rang continuously. He slammed the phone down on its receiver, replaying Kayson’s words.

  - 40 -

  Coincidence

  On their way back to secure the family and assets for the fall out that was about to happen, Kayson flew to St. Croix, and Night flew to Atlanta to make sure Goldie was straight. After an evening of going over protocol and procedure with her, he got up the next morning to catch a flight to New York.

  “I’ll be back in a few days. Pay attention and be on point. If shit don’t look right, check into a hotel and call Chico immediately.”

  “Yes, I got it. Love you.”

  “Love you too.” Night kissed Goldie on her forehead, rubbed her stomach, and left for the airport.

  Goldie lay around for most of the morning, and then got up to prepare to meet the detective for what she was hoping was her last meeting. Ever since she had been serious with Night, she was holding out on giving him any pussy, and with her finding out she was pregnant, she certainly wasn’t trying to fuck with him like that. She could sense his impatience, so she knew she needed to wrap things up.

  Goldie pulled up with Detective Warren to the precinct on Centennial Olympic Park Drive.

  “I need to run in here real quick. Come with me,” he asked, feeling proud that he would get a chance to show her off.

  Reluctantly she said, “Okay, I have to use the bathroom anyway.” She shot him her pretty smile.

  Reaching over, he kissed her on the lips, which made her almost throw up.

  “Damn, you look so pretty today.”

  Forcing another smile, she mustered up some kind words. “That’s because I’m here with you,” she stated, and then grabbed the door handle in an effort to avoid any more physical contact.

  Walking inside, he grabbed her hand and pulled her close.

  Greg strutted to his desk like a proud peacock showing off all his feathers. All eyes were on him, and he was milking it all up.

  “Where is the bathroom?” she asked, pulling away from his grip.

  “Right down the hall.” He pointed to the right. “I’ll be right back,” she said, walking away.

  Greg sat in his chair, quickly flipped through and signed some paperwork, and then checked his messages.

  As he was about to walk to the copy machine, he ran into Damien.

  “What’s up?” They shook hands.

  “Nothing much. Just stopped in to wrap up these reports.

  He displayed the files in his hand.

  “I see you brought a little show and tell to work today,” Damien said, referring to Goldie.

  “Just a little sumthin-sumthin,” Greg responded, placing the documents into the automatic feed.

  “Where you meet her at?” he asked with a curious look. “I met her at a club. Why? You know her?”

  “Nah, just asking,” he said as the wheels in his head began to turn.

  “Ai’ight let me get outta here. I’ll catch you tomorrow.” Greg walked off.

  “You ready?” Goldie asked, coming up behind him.

  “Yeah, just let me put these files up.”

  “Okay.” Goldie headed to the bench to sit down. She reached in her purse and pulled out her mirror and lip gloss and began to apply it. When she looked up, a sister coming out of an interrogation room caught her eye. The woman had on plain clothes but wore a golden badge at her waist. “Hold the fuck up!” she mumbled. Quickly, she walked over to the water fountain and dipped down, pretending to take a drink until the female passed her.

  Goldie turned her head to take one last look at the woman headed to the door. “Ain’t this a bitch?” she said to herself.

  “I’m ready.” Goldie put on a sad face as she turned to him. “What’s the matter?” he asked, seeing her face all tore up. “I don’t feel well. I think it was something we ate at lunch.

  I need to go lie down. Can you drop me off?”

  “Yeah, I’ll drop you off. You need anything on the way?” “No, I have something at the house.”

  When they hit the door, Goldie’s eyes were in all directions. She was looking for somebody, but unbeknownst to her, somebody was looking at her.

  - 41 -

  Running Out of Time

  Tyquan sat at his desk running the numbers rep
eatedly. Anxiety overwhelmed him as the figures continued to disagree. Springing from his chair, he hit the lever to

  the safe and hurried over and punched in the code.

  Grabbing a file from inside, he opened it, plopped back in his seat, and typed in the codes from the sheets of paper. “Shit!” he grumbled. He sat back and thought for a minute.

  Instinctively, he picked up the phone and called the fifteenth floor.

  “Hello, Conway and Gibbford.”

  “Hey Beth, did Conway ask you to run any figures this week?”

  “No sir, Mr. Wells. I only run figures on Friday.”

  “Okay, thanks.” He disconnected the call and ran the figures again. But the hundred-million-dollar difference continued to haunt the screen.

  Tyquan went to the wet bar and poured himself a tall glass of bourbon and stood sipping from his glass, trying to figure out what happened. While taking a big gulp, it came to him. “That fucking bitch!” he said, slamming his glass down. He grabbed his jacket and headed to the door.

  “Have my car brought to the front,” he said to the temp as he headed to the elevator.

  Tyquan walked swiftly out the doors, jumped in his car, and sped off.

  Forty-minutes later, he was standing on the porch of Deborah’s home in Nyack, New York. His pressure went straight up when he looked through the emty windows and saw all the furniture gone. He stood for a minute looking around, and then headed back to his car. When he got to the driver’s side, he saw the neighbor coming out walking her dog. “Excuse me, I’m Mr. Wells.” He walked over to the woman.

  “Good afternoon, I’m Jackie.” She extended her hand.

  “The lady that used to live here. How long has she been gone? I’m her uncle. I was trying to surprise her.”

  “Oh, I’m not sure. All I do is work.” The woman looked at Tyquan and became uneasy with his body language.

  Sensing her hesitation, he ended the conversation. “Okay, you have a good day.”

  “You too. Come on, Santana,” she said, snatching the dog by the leash and hurrying back into her house.

  Tyquan jumped back in his car and pulled off. “Damn, I knew I should have killed that bitch when I had the chance,” he said aloud, heading back to his office. He needed to make shit right and quick, because the men that, that money belonged to, were the type he was not prepared to war with. He knew they were relentless, and hiding was not an option.