by Shan
"I’m sorry, baby. You just don’t know how much this shit been fucking with me. I’m taking this shit hard. I got muthafuckas in my family that done crossed me and I just don’t who the fuck I can trust right now. I didn’t wanna bring you anymore harm so I stayed away."
"I don’t want you to stay away. I want you to be here with me so we can deal with this together."
"I just want you to know how sorry I am for allowing this shit to happen to you. I promise you nothing will ever happen to you ever again. I promise you that," Tamar sighed.
"You promised me before you got locked up that we were going to be together and I want you to keep that promise before you start making new ones," I said.
"That was before all this shit happened."
"You don’t wanna be with me anymore?"
"I don’t know."
"I love you," I said. "What do you mean?"
I climbed onto Tamar’s lap and kissed him on his lips. I then stuck my tongue into his mouth devouring the taste of weed and Extra gum on his breath. I pulled his shirt over his head and pushed him back onto the bed. I took my tongue and licked from the midpoint of his chest down to his navel.
I circled my tongue around his navel, took one of my hands and unzipped his jeans to free his hard on. I looked down at his little soldier pointing straight up at me and then looked Tamar directly into his eyes.
"Tell me you love me, I know you love me. Tell me," I said before I took all ten inches of his dick into my mouth.
"Oh shit," he said as he relaxed his body. "Damn, girl. Hold the fuck up." Tamar grabbed me by hair and pulled me off his dick just as I was getting into it.
"What? Why are you stopping me?"
"Who else you been giving head to?"
"Don’t play with me, Tae."
"I’m not playing with you. You were just talking about how you can get niggas over here to pay bills for you and shit. You been fucking around on me, Roz?"
"How would it be fucking around if we were not together?" Tamar took the grip he had around my hair and pulled it tighter. I looked him in his eyes and shook my head no. "You know I ain’t giving my pussy up to nobody. You said don’t give it to nobody or you would kill me, so I didn’t. I won’t ever!"
"Oh yea, and I can trust that?" he asked.
"You know you can trust me," I said giving him a peck on the lips then resumed to sucking on him like a strawberry-watermelon blow pop. I licked from the shaft to the head. I wrapped my lips around his head sucking it and teasing him. He grew harder and harder, I could feel him thumping like a heartbeat inside of my mouth.
"Come here," Tamar pulled me onto the bed and pulled off my shorts and thong underwear. He spread my legs open and rubbed a finger up, down, and around my clit before sticking his tongue in the slit of my opening. He stuck a finger inside of me and sucked on my clit at the same time.
"Ohhh!" I moaned. "Shit!" I screamed while he worked his finger in and out of me like a miniature dick, I worked my hips in a rhythmic motion when I felt myself about to rain.
Tamar pulled his finger out of me and stuck it in his mouth tasting all my juices. "You better be nice and tight," he said as he climbed in between my legs.
"Can you put a condom on?" I asked as he pulled my shirt over my head.
"I ain’t got one. You gone trip about that when I never needed one before."
"Maybe I should have." Tamar licked my nipples and slid his dick into my wetness. "Tae, please pull out. I’m not on birth control and I don’t wanna get pregnant, okay?"
Tae didn’t answer me and just continued stroking me and kissing all over my body. He kissed on my breast as he stroked, kissed on my neck as he stroked, sucked on my ear as he stroked. Bit my nipple, bit my neck, bit my lip, tugged at my hair, scratched my ass, gripped my ass, all while he stroked my slipping wet pussy.
Yea, I know I was only sixteen years old and had no business doing this kind of thing with this grown man, but hell I didn’t have a mommy or a daddy.
Zavier and I decided to take a trip to New York a few weeks ago, so that he could meet his real mother for the first time in his life and I could see my mother for the first time in a long time.
That bitch had the nerve to hand me some papers signing over her rights and responsibility for me. She told me she didn’t want anything to do with me and the way she saw it, she only had one daughter and she wasn’t talking about me.
She didn’t mistreat Zavier though, she talked to him, answered his questions and told him he was welcome to come and see her and call her anytime he wanted, but made it clear to me that I was to stay as far away from her as possible.
As far as my daddy went, I talked to him every now and then but as long as he with his wife I wasn’t going to try to make things right with him. He did me a favor by going to courts and helping me to get emancipated; he didn’t want to do it but he did it for me. I was able to get my driver’s license, enroll myself in school whenever I was ready to go back, and take care of any little business I needed to without having consent from my parents.
As far as I was concerned when I gave birth to my son that made me grown and I didn’t have time to be calling a mama that didn’t want shit to do with me for permission to do this or calling my daddy for permission to do that.
"Shit…fuck! Damn!" Tamar cussed snapping me back into reality. He pushed my legs back and his strokes became shorter but harder. He was about to explode.
"Don’t forget to pull out," I whispered in his ear. He kept stroking, but the strokes became slower and slower. When Tamar collapsed onto my chest I suspected that he’d came. "Tae! I asked you to pull out."
"Mmgh, don’t move. Damn, that shit felt too damn good."
"Can you let me up so I can go to the bathroom?" I asked.
"Nah, I can go another round."
"Tae, get up! I’m not playing with you."
"I said I can go another round! Calm the fuck down!" I felt Tamar grow inside of me again as his dick became harder, he started off with slow strokes then sped up once he raised my legs over his shoulders.
This must have gone on for hours and hours never once did he pull out of me like I asked him to; instead he just pumped full of his seeds.
"I love you, Roz," Tamar finally said.
22: Tamar
You could say a nigga walked out that room feeling weak in the knees, but happy as a muthafucka' that I made up with Roz. I’d been dying to see her and hold her in my arms for a long ass time, but I had shit to take care of first.
It was never my intention to ignore her and act as if I didn’t care about what happened to our son or her, but Keylan and I was deep into finding who was responsible for it all. Staying away was the best thing for her. I wasn’t about to bring her anymore harm.
With all the shit I was out there doing, it wouldn’t be smart for me to come back here every night expecting her to sleep peacefully knowing somebody could easily come touch her again when I wasn't not around.
I put twenty-four hour security around her the minute I moved her into this condo, but I still didn’t trust that a nigga wouldn’t try some slick shit. After all that mess Keylan and I have done, we still were only able to find out whom only three of the four fools were that ran up on Rozalyn and did that shit to her.
The first of course was my cousin Roderick I didn’t know why or what I had ever done to him to make him do some shit like this to me. I had been so generous to him since the first day he came to stay with us when both his mama and daddy got locked up for robbing a liquor store.
It had been so many times where Roderick was out there shooting crabs and was about to be killed over some cheating bullshit, and I was right there to pull that nigga out of that shit; saving his life on several occasions. We had a good relationship. I considered him to be like a brother to me and never once did I think he would put a hand in harming me or even somebody close to me like this. Even if somebody told me why he did it, I don’t think I would ever believe what they had to s
ay.
The second of the four was Shalea's bitch ass. Toya told me in the beginning that Rozalyn said it was three guys and a female, and she was sure that, that female was Shalea. I half expected that shit though. I considered that once she bounced from that rehabilitation place that she would try some shit, but I didn’t think it would be something of this nature which is why I didn’t really want to believe it until De De confirmed that it was in fact her.
I'd been looking all over Georgia for her and her fucking sister Peaches, but haven’t been able to find them. A lot of people were saying that they went up North, some saying they went to the West coast. Who the fuck knows? I know for a fact that when I find that bitch its lights out for ass, no questions asked.
You know who the third person was; only thing is that it’s fucked up it took me to kill a good ten people before I was able to get to him. It was too many people crossing me and I needed to know who the fuck they were. If somebody pointed me in the direction of one muthafucka' and they wanted to act like they wasn’t going to say shit; I would just dome them on the spot.
Most of them was either afraid of looking like a snitch or wanted me to them pay for information that they may or may not had. I was the one that was wronged and wasn’t paying anybody shit to tell me what I needed to know. Only thing I had for they ass was some hot led. Fuck ‘em. I was on a mission I ain’t have time for that ‘Snitches get stitches’ bullshit or you gotta ‘Pay to Play’ shit.
Whoever the last person is had to be somebody that I know. It got to be somebody that would actually be able to talk Roderick into doing this bullshit. That’s the main reason I haven’t talked to anyone in my family. I’d only connected with Keylan ‘cause I would be a fool to take on the whole city of Atlanta by myself.
Deep down I felt like he wasn’t involved in that shit just like I knew Brandon wasn’t involved, but I wasn’t about to admit that to either of them. I saw the things that Brandon did for Rozalyn when I wasn’t around. He claimed that he was looking out for me, but that wasn’t so. Maybe he was looking out for me partially, but for the most part, he was trying to get in good with Roz, so the fact that he wanted to fuck her made me not want to have anything to do with him.
"Ki-Ki, you know it’s another room over there with a bed and shit," I said to my cousin Kayla whom I’ve been staying with ever since all the drama went down.
Keylan and Brandon had burned my house down to get rid of all the evidence that had piled up showing that a murder had taken place there. Out of respect for the family, they carried Roderick’s body out of the house into the wooded area that wasn’t far from the house. A couple of days later, Kayla called in an anonymous tip saying she found a body in the woods while walking her dog. Roderick was able to get a proper burial that I didn’t fucking attend.
Yea I caught a lot of heat behind that shit, such as questioning from my moms and pops as well as the police wondering why I didn’t come. They all were asking me if I had killed that nigga or if he had something to do with what happened to Rozalyn. My answer to my moms was the truth, my answer to my pops was to once again go fuck his self, and my answer to the police was that I didn’t know shit.
"Your girl okay now?" Kayla asked with her eyes still closed.
"Yea, she alright for now. I don’t know how she going to react to me having to go out of town for the next couple of months," I said.
"I told you I would stay here with her."
"I know, but truthfully I really don’t wanna leave her but I know I can never let a bitch in on my business again."
"Yea, let’s not make that mistake again," Kayla laughed and sat up on the couch allowing a yawn to escape from her mouth. "How old is she, Tae?"
I shrugged my shoulders not really sure if I really knew how old Rozalyn was or if I even cared at this point. We’d already been having sex, already had a baby together, so hell what the fuck did it matter now.
"I think she’s sixteen or seventeen Ki-Ki. She told me when I started messing with her that she was sixteen, but now I’m wondering if she was telling the damn truth."
"Boy you better find out before you end up locked up behind that shit."
"I don’t even wanna know Ki-Ki. I’m not going to stop messing with her. I tried that shit when Tavon was all in my ear about it."
Kayla frowned at me, got up, and headed to the restroom. I sat on the couch and thought about my business trip I was about to embark on in the next couple of weeks. I would be traveling to Miami with Dmitri and Keylan to meet with Dmitri’s father’s partners. Dmitri’s father was a loyal business partner to my pops.
Dmitri had been trying for the longest to talk his father out of having any dealings with my pops doing his best to convince him that he was as shady as they came. This was where the plan we had been working on ever since I did that little ninety days in jail came into play.
Dmitri was to talk my pops into letting me take over the streets which was real easy being that Dmitri promised my pops a thousand dollars per key he copped if he made it happen. So of course my pops agreed to it, and then came to me with the proposition. All I had to do was make sure the connects saw more money than they ever had before. After that the rest would fall in place just like we planned. Hopefully.
See the idea was to cut my pops out of the equation completely. I didn't want him to see any money. I wanted to break him down and make his pockets suffer. He made money from that bullshit law firm he has, but the real money comes from the drugs he ran through the streets. No connect for him would mean no money and that’s exactly how I wanted it. I hated him and I didn’t wanna see him doing good.
Ever since my pops so-called fired me shit ain’t been the same. My people were good and eating because I made sure of that, but the money wasn’t flowing in as well as it was a few months ago.
Surely the connect has noticed. Whatever Dmitri told his dad worked cause he called up this meeting a couple of weeks ago and was demanding to know what was going on. If they liked what we brought to the table, they would terminate all dealings with my pops meaning that any money he was out here making would go to me and Dmitri. Also we had to agree to set up shop in Miami the same we did out here. That was the plan from the jump anyway, getting in good with Dmitri’s father and convincing him that my pops was snake. I didn’t care about crossing him; he was a nobody to me so it was very easy.
That’s what he gets for firing me and giving the job to Andre and Von. Von would be running one half of the city and Andre doing the other. Can you believe that shit? Tavon? That’s the dumbest move one could make, Von was a killer more than he was a drug dealer.
He couldn’t sell drugs if the shit came with a manual. He was too careless. He lost money like he was losing weight and with him having a gambling problem and a fetish for strippers wouldn’t allow him to keep any money he made.
Von liked to emulate that of a dope boy, but he wasn’t one. Only reason why he had as much cheddar as he has now is because I kept his pockets full. Anytime extra money was made, I always split it six ways. Taron, his twin wasn’t here at the moment, but he would have a nice stash to come home to when he got out.
The only reason why Tavon was so dead set on protecting me and keeping me up under him at all times was ‘cause he knew if something were to happen to me the zeros in his bank account would quickly dwindle.
Oh trust now Tavon was treating me like he had all the love in the world for me being that he got what he wanted. He was running shit now; everybody had to go through him, including me. Now he felt like a big brother was supposed to feel; let him tell it. Although he soaked up my hard work, slavery, blood, and sweat he didn’t feel like I was capable of delegating a drug operation.
Being that I was so young I still had a lot more to learn according to him. If that’s what he thought that was fine with me. Soon as the meeting was said and done, I wouldn’t care what none of them thought. Once the partners found out that I was the reason why they pockets tripled when I was running the
show, my status wouldn’t matter and neither would Von’s.
I was gonna be the fucking King. I would be the one that you heard of, but never saw. My name would be on all the dope that was sold; it would no longer be Tahj’s shit. It would be my shit and if it didn’t have my name on it then it wasn’t gonna be sold.
It wouldn’t be a problem though cause once Tahj lost his connect muthafuckas wouldn’t have a choice, but to sell whatever was being supplied to them if they wanted to keep eating. Don’t get it twisted I wasn’t gonna dis my brother and keep him from eating; hell no, I would never do no shit like that. He could just consider this an early retirement present from me and continue to trick, gamble and party his money away. I would continue to keep his bank account full like I’d been doing. He would no longer have to pretend like he was really doing something just to impress our pops.
"Why you leave?" Rozalyn asked as she sat next to me on the couch.
"Cause you were sleeping so good. What you ready for some more?" I joked.
"Yea right, I can barely feel my legs." Rozalyn climbed on top of me and sucked on my bottom lip, "What you thinking about?"
"You." I said.
"What about me?"
"Wondering if you and me can work."
"Why wouldn’t it?"
I shrugged my shoulders, "Why would it?"
"Cause you love me and I love you. What more do we need? Besides we share something with each other that we’ve never shared with anyone else."
"That’s true. What you think about trying to make that happen again?"
"What? What you mean?"
"Keylan should be back in a minute. He went to go get something to eat he got tired of waiting on you," Kayla said as she walked back into the living room. Rozalyn climbed from off of me and took a place onto the sofa.
"What he go get? I’m hungry too," I said.
"I think he said some chicken or pizza. I don’t know. What’s up, ma'? You all smiles now." Kayla said to Rozalyn through laughter.