Shawty Fell In Love With A Hustla 3

by Lucinda John

  “The next time you decide to fuck with a boss’s wife, make sure your family is protected,” he said. “Do you have any last words before I kill your ass?” He smirked.

  “I’ll see you in hell bitch,” I said spitting on him.

  “You got that,” he replied and removing a small bomb from his pocket.

  He stuffed it in my mouth before using tape to make sure it was secured. After that he pulled out some rope to tie my hands and feet. Something caught his eyes under my bed, as I followed his eyes I noticed he was studying the safe I had built in the ground. Reaching in his pocket he removed a tool kit and used it to pop the safe open.

  “Jackpot.” He smiled, removing the neatly stacked bills and piling them in a floral pillowcase that was on our bed. He took eighty grand from me, which I was sure was chump change to him. I had more money saved, but only my brother knew where that stash was located.

  “See you in hell bitch.” He kicked me in the head with his steel toes construction boots, causing me to black out.

  Chapter 15

  Shantika

  “Leaving already pretty lady?” One of my co-workers, Iman asked.

  “Yup, it’s five o’clock and I’m tired,” I said clearing my desk.

  “I was wondering if you’re not doing anything tonight, we could catch a movie and have dinner. I have screening tickets to the new Star Wars movie, I overheard you talking about it and I would like it if you joined me.” He smiled, displaying a set of perfect white teeth.

  “As much as I would love to see that movie, I’m going to have to decline. I have a boyfriend and I don’t think that would be appropriate,” I replied.

  “The good ones are always taken.” He chuckled. “But listen since you really wanted to see the movie, take it and watch it with him,” he said handing me the tickets.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, have fun.”

  “How much do I owe you for them?” I asked.

  “Nothing consider it an early birthday gift.” He smiled before walking away.

  If it wasn’t for me dating Journi I would have definitely taken Iman up on his offer. The brother was finer than a bottle of old wine. He reminded me of a younger version of Shemar Moore. With his ‘I stay in the gym’ body, sexy smile, and deep rich caramel skin complexion. This man screamed sex appeal.

  As I made my way to the car, I tried calling Journi be to no avail. Lately his neglecting me has gotten worse. He was always flying here and there to handle “business”. I have yet to go to any of these business meetings like Karrueche did with Smoke, so I was starting to get very suspicious. After calling him three times in the row with no answer, I decided to give up. Not having my man when I wanted him was something new to me. Even when I was with Tommy’s hoe ass, he always came home at decent hours and spent quality time with me as much as possible. I was a spoiled brat when it came to attention, so Journi not giving me any turned me into a grouch.

  Speaking of Tommy, may the Lord rest his soul, I felt bad for what happened to him. Although I didn’t attend the funeral, I extended my condolences to his mother because it was just sad. I didn’t know what shit Tommy had gotten himself into, but whatever it was caused him to get blown the fuck up in his house. The police were able to find remains of a woman who they believed was KiKi’s trifling ass. I hated her, but I didn’t wish death on her simple ass.

  Just like I expected when I got home Journi wasn’t there. I grew frustrated walking into an empty house again. In the beginning, Journi and I were stuck together like gorilla glue, but now I’d be lucky to get a quickie. My period just came off and I was so horny that I could cry. I was sick and tired of using my t Rabbit when I had a real life boyfriend, with a dope dick.

  Walking into the bathroom, I undressed and soaked in my oats and honey bubble bath. I tried calling Journi again, but when he purposely forwarded my call that was the last straw. Scrolling through my business contact list, I located Iman’s number and called him. Shit if my man was going to neglect me then I would spend time with someone who wanted it. I had no plans on fucking Iman, but it would be nice to go out. I would have invited Karrueche, but since she had midterms in the morning Smoke had her ass on a strict studying guidelines, she wasn’t allowed to go anywhere until she was done.

  I pulled out a red off the shoulder maxi dress with a pair of red and gold sandals to go along with it. After drying my body off, I slipped on my red bra and thong set then moisturized my skin with my Vaseline Coco and Shea Butter lotion. Spraying my body down with my Burberry perfume, I pulled my dress over my body. Journi loved seeing me in maxi dresses, that’s why I bought a lot of them.

  Grabbing my car keys, I quickly scanned my phone for any notification of missed calls from Journi. Sucking my teeth when I didn’t get any, I sent Iman a text letting him know that I was on my way to the movies. The whole drive was spent with me cussing Journi’s ass out. I understood that he was a hustler and that hustling was time consuming, but I was sure hustlers made time for their chicks. Hell, Smoke made it his business to bring his ass home to Karrueche and if he couldn’t he would at least call her to let her know that he was straight.

  When I made it to the theater, I checked my face in the mirror to make sure I didn’t have a booger in my nose. Since it wasn’t a real date, I opted out of wearing any make up and I simply just pulled my bundles into a pony tail. Grabbing my sweater from my back seat, I got out the car and met Iman by the double doors.

  “Hey, you look beautiful.” Iman smiled.

  “You don’t look to bad yourself,” I replied.

  He was out of his business suit and casually dressed in a pair of blue jeans, white v neck t-shirt, black Timberland jacket with the matching black boots. He looked sexy in his casual gear especially with the two diamonds he wore in each ear. I saw that he had his ears pierced, but he never wore earrings at work.

  Placing his hands on the small of my back, he held the door open for me and allowed me to walk in front of him. I felt his eyes trained on my ass and I regretted wearing this dress. I could feel my ass jiggling with every step I took so I could only imagine his view. When we made it to the booth, I handed the attendant the tickets and waited for her to give us our stubs.

  “You want popcorn or something to drink?” He asked.

  “I’ll take popcorn and a Sprite, thank you.”

  “No problem pretty girl,” he said walking up to the counter.

  He placed an order for an oversized bucket of popcorn, a large Coke and a large Sprite. He also bought one of every candy bar that they had on display. Sixty-three dollars later and we were finally heading to our seat to watch the movie.

  * * *

  “That movie was the shit.” I beamed as we walked out of the theater.

  “I enjoyed it as well,” he replied. “The night is still young so would you like to grab some food and a few drinks,” he offered.

  I wanted to say no, but then I thought about all the bathroom breaks that I took to call Journi only to not get an answer. I got worried to the point that I called Smoke only for him to tell me that Journi was ‘okay’ and he was out handling business. I wanted my man to call and tell me that he was ok, but since he wanted to play games I was going to enjoy my night.

  “Sure why not.” I shrugged.

  “Okay, follow me, I guarantee you’ll enjoy this play.” he said walking me to my car.

  I got in and waited for him to pull off before I followed. Twenty minutes later, we ended up at a small grill on Fort Lauderdale’s beach. I’ve heard great things about this place, I’ve been begging Journi for the longest time to bring me here, but again he was too busy with “business”. Iman parked his car next to mine then paid the parking meter for both of our cars. Side by side we walked in the small lounge where he paid for a private section.

  “Can I start you guys off with anything?” Our waiter asked.

  “Yes, I’m ready to order,” Iman said. “I’ll t
ake a rib platter with fries and a bake potato, along with a Corona,” he said putting the menu down.

  “And for you ma’am?”

  “I’ll take the chicken and shrimp pasta with an Apple Cîroc on the rocks,” I replied.

  “Great, I’ll go put the order in,” the waiter replied walking towards the back.

  “Apple Cîroc on rocks, you had a long day huh?” Iman asked.

  “Something like that.” I shrugged.

  My phone started to vibrate causing my heart to jump. When I looked down at my phone and saw Karrueche’s name, I got pissed. I was expecting it to be Journi, my heart wanted it to be him, but it wasn’t. He didn’t care about me. We went the whole day without saying a word to each other and, I was mad that he had me missing his little dick ass like crazy. Turning off my phone, I placed it in my bag.

  “Your boyfriend?” Iman asked.

  “No, my best friend,” I replied hopping he wouldn’t want to continue the “boyfriend” conversation.

  When he switched the topic and brought up work, I was relieved. We talked about everything under the sun while we ate and enjoyed the music that was playing. I ate half of my pasta, and kept drinking. The way the Apple Cîroc felt going down my throat was soothing. The more I drank the more I forgot about Journi neglecting me.

  “You’re throwing those drinks back.” Iman laughed.

  “I need it.” I giggled.

  “Did I tell you how beautiful you looked today?” Iman said rubbing my thighs.

  It felt so good, that I wanted him to stop, but a sip of Apple Cîroc later I wanted him to keep going. He whispered something in the waiter ears causing him to disappear.

  “What did you say to our waiter?” I asked.

  “I told him to give us some privacy.”

  “Privacy for what?” I asked.

  “For this,” he replied before his head disappeared under the table.

  “Iman stoooooop…. Ohhhhhhh,” I moaned feeling his tongue run across the thin fabric of my thong.

  He removed them, and tossed them to the side. He licked my slit with his thick tongue before thrusting it deep in my hole.

  “Mmhm,” I shuddered.

  This was what I’ve been wanting for the longest. I wanted my nigga to come home to quench my sexual thirst. I needed a dose of act right to keep me in check, but he was nowhere in sight. He wouldn’t even shoot me a text to check on me. For all I know, he could have been doing the same thing that I’m doing with another bitch.

  “Ohhhh fuuuuuuuuuuk,” I cried out, feeling myself cum in a puddle all over the floor.

  Iman got out of his seat and pushed my body on the plush sofa. I watched him unbuckle his pants and dropped them to the floor. My mouth watered seeing his big anaconda. He pulled out a gold packaged Magnum and rolled it over his pretty dick. He was packing major heat, I mean Tommy was a good ten inch and he had Tommy beat.

  With his eyes trained on me, he laid his body on top of mine and entered me causing me to scream. He was groaning and talking shit while he fucked me off beat. I instantly sobered up and looked at him as if he was crazy. As quickly as it started was as quickly as it ended. What a waste of fucking dick! Here this nigga was packing a whole slab of meat and his pretty ass couldn’t do shit with it. Then this nigga had the nerve to be sweating like he actually did something.

  “You good?” He asked pulling off the condom and wrapping it in a napkin that he slipped in his pocket.

  “Yeah I’m good, but I have to go. I have an early class in the morning,” I lied.

  I knew damn well I didn’t have class, but I was willing to say anything just to get away from his non-stroking ass. That nigga couldn’t fuck even if I gave him a Fucking for Dummies 101 Manual l. I was still in a state of shock that a mouthwatering dick was given to his one-minute ass.

  “I didn’t know you were in school,” he replied.

  “Yes, I am and I forgot I had midterms,” I said while shaking my damn head.

  “Damn, well maybe we could do this again one day.”

  “I don’t know. I’m kind of in a relationship like I said before and I feel bad that I cheated on him already,” I truthfully answered.

  When the reality of what happened sunk in, I started feeling like shit. I couldn’t believe for the first time in my life I cheated on somebody. I would always ride motherfuckers for cheating, but now I wasn’t any different. I started feeling sick to my stomach that I bent over the couch and threw up everything I just ate.

  “Are you ok?” Iman asked.

  “Yes I’m fine,” I said taking a sip of my ice-cold water. “I have to go,” I said jumping up.

  I fixed my dress and raced out of the lounge as if it was on fire. Racing to my car, I hit my alarm, hopped in and sped off. With a beating heart and sweaty palms, I drove home. I prayed to God that Journi wasn’t there so he wouldn’t smell Iman’s Gucci Guilty cologne all over me. I made a mental note to get rid of every bottle Journi had when I got home.

  When I made it to the house, I was relived and pissed when I realized Journi still wasn’t there. I turned on my phone and saw that I had a text message from him.

  Journi- Bae I’m sorry I spent the day without saying anything to you and I know you’re pissed as fuck right now because Smoke called me. I’m out here busting my ass trying to recruit niggas to run shit so I could spend more time at home. I promise when I come home in the morning I’ll have a surprise for you. This will be the last time you go a full day without hearing from me. I’m sorry ma. Sleep tight, I love you.

  I re-read his text message over and over again with tears in my eyes. I couldn’t believe I was so insensitive and cheated on the man that loved me. He was busting his ass in these dangerous streets and I was out here being a thot. I was so disgusted with my actions that I couldn’t even look at myself. Jumping in the shower, I scrubbed my skin raw until every trace of Iman was gone and flowing down the drain.

  Chapter 16

  Journi

  I knew Shantika was tight with me, but I was finally able to recruit more men to the crew. I assigned everyone to their position and had them working, giving me the opportunity to come home. The first thing I was going to do when I touched down was tell Shantika to pack her bags because we were about to take flight. I had a lot of ass kissing and making up to do, but I had a feeling that this princess cut, purple diamond engagement ring was going to do the trick. I was so ready to make Shantika my wife that I even thought about us getting married in Cancun; however, I was willing to wait and allow her to plan her dream wedding.

  Just as I was packing my things, I heard a tap on my hotel room door. Since I was still wrapped in my bath towel, I quickly dropped it and got dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and a wife beater. Slipping my feet in my Nike sandals, I made my way to the door.

  “What your dick in the booty ass want?” I asked Josh.

  “We need to talk so can I come in?”

  “Oh hell nah! I am not about to let your undercover ass in my room. I’m cool with you business wise, but I am not on that friendly shit.” I snapped.

  “This is a very serious matter,” He firmly stated.

  “Well meet me down by the pool because there is no way in hell you are about to come in my room,” I said before slamming the door shut.

  I took off my clothes then got dressed in a pair of dark blue Polo cargos, white Polo t-shirt and a pair of blue and white Polo boat shoes. I made sure everything was packed before I sat my suitcase by the door. Slipping my gold chain around my neck, I was ready to go. As soon as Josh got whatever he had to say off his chest, I was going straight to me and Smoke’s private jet and heading home.

  When I made it to the pool area, Josh was sitting in a chair with a computer in front of him. He stopped what he was watching once I approached him then nodded for me to take a seat before clearing his throat.

  “What did you have to tell me?” I asked.

  “It’s
about your wife,” he said causing my heart to sink.

  “Spill it.”

  “You never ordered my men to stop watching her. They discovered something and I think you would want to take a look this,” he said before pushing the computer towards me.

  I hit play and watched Shantika from the time she woke up and went to work until the time she left. I saw her go in the house before coming back out dressed in a sexy ass red maxi dress that immediately had my dick hard. My jaw clenched as I watch her walk into the movies with a man. There was a pause; I guess it was during the time they were inside watching the movie, so I fast-forwarded the video until I saw them come back out together.

  “Take your ass home,” I yelled at the computer as if she could hear me, but the damage was already done.

  I watched her head to a bar longue with the guy. There was a brief pause in the video, then more rummaging. Josh grabbed the computer and hit the pause button.

  “My men called me and informed me what was going on, so I ordered them to get visual of what happened inside in case you wanted to know what took place. After paying the waiter to slip a mini camera on their table, my men were able to capture more close up footage. If you don’t want to watch it, I can delete it.”

  “Man play the fucking video!” I snapped.

  I wasn’t prepared for what I saw next. Once the food and drinks were gone, this motherfucker’s head disappeared between my bitch’s legs. Watching her moan and scream like she did for me shattered my ego. When he pulled out his dick and started fucking her, I lost it. I picked up Josh’s Mac Book Air and threw it in the water, hitting one of the swimmers in the head. Without saying a word I got up from the table, went up to my room, grabbed my bags then checked out.

  My flight home was spent with me thinking of ways I was going to kill Shantika and where I wanted to bury her body. I couldn’t believe that ungrateful bitch would do some shit like that to me. I understand she was lonely, but that wasn’t no excuse to fuck a nigga in the middle of a fucking restaurant. I didn’t take Shantika for the hoe type, but the more that I thought about it the more shit was making sense. The way she let me deep in her guts after knowing me for only two weeks, should have been a red flag.