Gwen turned around in her chair to look at the mirror she had hanging up on the wall behind her desk. She felt beat, and she was sure that she looked the same way. She quickly stroked and fluffed her hair then put her glasses back on before he got to the office.
“Damn, ya office is bigger than mine.’ Terrence said, looking around when he entered.
“You bought gifts?” Gwen asked looking at the box he had in his hand.
“Yeah,” he smiled, passing her the box. “It’s like a house warming gift, except you’re in an office.”
Gwen took the box and sat it on her desk without opening it. She knew that if a man was bringing a woman gifts, he was going to want something in return. Before Gwen opened it, she wanted to find out what that something was.
“What do you want, Terrence?” Gwen chuckled, leaning back in her chair.
“Why do I have to want something?” hHe sat down in the chair in front of her desk.
Gwen had to set aside the fact that he was as handsome as they come. She couldn’t let his dark, thick, wavy hair, his thick eyebrows and smooth dark chocolate complexion fool her. She could tell by his devious grin that he was there for something more than welcoming her to the building.
“All men want something. Now go ahead and spit it out.” Gwen said, taking off her glasses and putting them on the desk.
“Aight, you got me,” Terrence confessed. “I see you been running around this city buying up everything you can get ya hands on. All that’s fine and dandy. I just need you to stop buying up my shit.” He said in a more assertive manner.
Terrence had done his homework and found out that MHB had bought the store from Mr. Kwan and two other stores he had his money invested in. Several other properties he had his eyes on were also purchased by MHB through some kind of a back door deal.
“I hope you’re not scared of a little competition,” Gwen said, leaning up in her chair with a smile on her face.
“Competition? You can’t possibly compete with me. I own more houses in Charlotte than any other realty company out here. I got businesses that are in debt to me more than they are with the banks. I own Charlotte!” He sat back and crossed his leg.
“You own Charlotte? “ Gwen smiled, looking at how serious Terrence looked when he said it.
He had no idea who he was talking to. Gwen was about to fully inform him, but decided against it. She wanted to stay as low key in corporate America as possible, but on the other hand, she did want to have a little fun with Terrence.
He seemed too cocky and confident that he had the city on lockdown. It was somewhat cute, but Gwen wanted to put him back in his place.
“Look Terrence. We both got a business to run—”
“Have dinner with me?” Terrence asked out of nowhere, cutting Gwen off in the middle of her sentence.
“Excuse me?” Gwen said pulling her head back and raising one eyebrow.
His question threw her for a loop. It wasn’t just the question in itself, it was the way he asked and how he looked asking it. His stern, aggressive demeanor turned humble and the look on his face was sincere. She really didn’t know how to take him.
“No.” She smiled at how cute he looked sitting there.
“Well, what about lunch?” he shot back.
“Nooo!” She giggled and grabbed two handfuls of her hair and pulled it into a ponytail.
The more he looked at her, the more beautiful she became to him. He didn’t want her to know right now, but he had been feeling Gwen ever since he bumped into her. He wasn’t really into chocolate women, but Gwen was an exception. Even through the suit she was wearing, he could see that she had a body out of this world.
“So how about I pick you up in the morning for breakfast?” Terrence smiled, licking his lips like he was LL Cool J in the flesh.
Gwen continued to smile as she shook her head. She couldn’t believe how determined he was to take her out. She did find Terrence to be handsome, plus it’s been a while since somebody showed interest in her this much. A date wasn’t going to come cheap though. She would make Terrence pay like he weigh or keep it moving’.
“I’ll go out with you under one condition.” Gwen said, looking over at her computer screen and typing a few letters on the keyboard.
“You name it… you got it.” Terrence said, sitting up in his chair to be more attentive.
“You got a house on the north side. Its estimated value is only around $50,000. Sell it to me for $75,000 and we can go where ever you want,” Gwen said, looking at the list of properties Jackson & Johnson owned.
“Done!” Terrence said without hesitation.
He didn’t have to think twice about it. Two things made it easy for him to entertain the offer. One, it was the fact that he was selling a house in a known drug area and making a 25,000 dollar profit in the process. Two, he couldn’t help but to visualize in his head all the freaky shit he wanted to do to Gwen. If he could make his fantasies come true, and make some money at the same time, it was a win/win for him.
Gwen, on the other hand, was playing chess. The house on Oaklawn Avenue was a power move because that’s all she needed in order to set up shop in that neighborhood. There were only a few areas in Charlotte that MHB didn’t corner during their rise, and Oaklawn was one of them. If Gwen could get a house there, it would be a lot easier for her to ease her way in and take over their set from the inside out. The only problem she had and wasn’t aware of, was that Oaklawn actually belonged to Terrence.
Chapter 8
Diamond climbed over Dollaz and straddled his face while he palmed both of her ass cheeks and pulled her throbbing wet pussy down to his mouth. He stuffed his tongue inside of her, swaying his head from side to side, causing Diamond to moan in pleasure as she looked at her bare breast through the mirror on the wall behind the headboard.
She began moving her hips back and forth, getting both penetration from his tongue and stimulation to her clit from his nose. It didn’t take long at all for her to feel a tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach. She grabbed the headboard with one hand, then reached down and held onto the top of Dollaz’s head with the other. She began fucking his face as though she was riding the dick, and the more Dollaz sucked on her box, the wetter it got
“Oh my God!” she moaned, looking down at Dollaz.
He looked back up at her, squeezing her ass harder and pushing his tongue further inside her. Diamond was at her tipping point and was ready to explode. Dollaz could tell that she was about to cum because of the way her face twisted and how her rhythm slowed down. He took his tongue out of her center then started sucking on her clit while at the same time licking on it. It drove Diamond into shock.
“Ohhhh shittt, boy!” she whined as her whole body went into convulsions. “Ohhh my god!” she cried out.
Dollaz kept licking and sucking, swallowing every drop of her cum as it poured out of her nectar box and into his mouth. Diamond tried to dismount his face, but Dollaz wouldn’t let her. He held onto her ass and continued sucking and French kissing her clit.
Within seconds, another orgasm erupted from Diamond’s love tunnel, causing her body to spaz. She tried to get up again, but Dollaz still wouldn’t let her. He wanted to make sure that he satisfied her completely, since he lacked in other areas. He kept eating her pussy until Diamond caught a cramp in her leg.
“What is you doing, boy?” Diamond said, collapsing onto the bed.
Dollaz reached over and grabbed the towel from off the nightstand. His whole face was wet and white, like he had just bathed his face in milk.
“Dollaz… What’s goin’ on, babe?” She turned to face him.
This was the first time Dollaz had ever ate her pussy in that way. She knew that it wasn’t just a coincidence, and that he had to have his reasons for going so hard. She knew Dollaz well enough to know something was going on.
“Are you satisfied?” he asked, patting his face with the towel. “Be honest.�
� he said looking down at his limp dick.
The truth of the matter was that Dollaz’s insecurities were only getting worse. He felt like it was only going to be a matter of time before Diamond would want a long, stiff dick inside of her guts as opposed to just getting some head all the time.
“Dollaz look at me…’’ She tapped his arm. “You really don’t know who you got laying’ in this bed wit you? After all this time, you still have your doubts about me? I don’t know what else I have to say to you for you to understand, but boy, I love you, and I’m not going anywhere so you really don’t have to try that hard.” she said, flopping back onto the pillow. “Oh, and I was satisfied the first time you made me cum.”
Dollaz rolled over, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her closer to him. He gently kissed her on her shoulder and then spoke softly. “I’m sorry, babe. I’m trippin’. I love da shit out of you and I swear I don’t wanna lose you,” he said, rubbing the small of her back.
“That’s the thing, babe. You’re not gonna lose me. You have to get that through ya head. You say that you love me, so you gotta trust me.”
Hearing her say those words for the 100th time, finally made Dollaz realize that he had something special lying next to him. If Diamond wanted to leave him, she would have been done so already, and Dollaz knew it. She stayed by his side through this whole ordeal. Dollaz didn’t want to be the one who messed that up, because ultimately, he was the only one who could drive their relationship to total destruction. Something he and Diamond would like to avoid.
“You sure this the house?” Terrence asked, looking out the passenger side window.
“Yeah, Davis said this was the address the witness gave when he was giving the statement. Look, he got two dirt bikes sitting in the garage.” Randy said, pointing over at the house.
Officer Davis was one of the few cops Terrence had on his payroll down at the station, so his information was pretty much reliable. At that point, Terrence didn’t have any other choice but to rely on him, since the people down in South Carolina were putting even more pressure on Terrence to find out what happened to Dink. It got so bad, Dink’s uncles threatened to come up North and shut the whole Charlotte down. Terrence knew they weren’t playing, and the last thing he wanted them to do was make the streets hot where he eats.
Terrence and Randy jumped out of the 745 BMW and walked up to the door. After knocking a few times, a teenage white kid answered. He was nervous as hell, seeing two large black men standing at his front door. He almost slammed the door in their faces.
“We’re not here to cause any trouble,” Terrence said, seeing the fear in the young man’s eyes. “I’m just tryin’ to find out what happened to my friend. I know you talked to the cops already, but I really need to hear it from you.’’
Any initial signs of a threat had dissipated once the young kid heard why they were there. He stepped to the side and let Terrence and Randy in.
Terrence sat there for about an hour questioning and getting as much information as he could pertaining about the night Dink was murdered. The young kid didn’t see much. When he pulled up to Dink’s body, the assailants had left. It wasn’t until he climbed the dirt hill on his bike, that he saw a black SUV and two women jumping inside. It was too dark, so he was unable to see the female faces nor the license plate number to the truck, but he did recognize something else.
“Is that all you can remember?” Terrence asked.
“Oh, there is one other thing I didn’t tell the cops. There was another car out there too. It was either white or silver, and it looked like a sports car or something. That car I could see parts of the license plate because it was closer to the track. I couldn’t really see the numbers, but I know it started with MH. That, I’m sure of,” the young kid explained.
The description of the cars weren’t enough to go on alone. A thousand cars in Charlotte fit that description. Terrence just took the mental note of it, then him and Randy got up and left without further questions.
Chad pulled back up to the Super 8 motel off Sugarcreek rd. where he had been staying for the past few days. The motel room was shabby and run down, but none of that mattered to him anymore. As long as he had a place to rest after a long night of drinking and smoking, he was cool. Lately, All Chad did was smoke weed, pop pills, and drink brown liquor until he passed out. This had become his daily routine, it was the only thing that seemed to help with the hurt, and he was cool with it. Chad walked over to the CD player and placed in the disc that had become his sole refuge. Tupac’s “Shed so Many Tears” blasted through the speakers. The lyrics were like sweet words from God playing through his mind.
Now I’m lost and I’m weary, so many tears
I’m suicidal, so don’t stand near me
My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer
to embrace an early death, now there’s nothin left
There was no mercy on the streets, I couldn’t rest.
Chad stood up and started waving his hands and rapping along, like his was on stage with the legendary rapper.
I’m barely standin, bout to go to pieces, screamin peace.
And though my soul was deleted, I couldn’t see it
I had my mind full of demons tryin to break free.
They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin the flame
inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game.
No memories, just a misery
Paintin’ a picture of my enemies killin’ me, in my sleep.
Will I survive til the mo’nin, to see the sun?
Please Lord forgive me for my sins, cause here I come…
Chad had nearly lost himself completely into the rhythmic melody. The death of his son, mixed with the alcohol and drugs had really taken a toll on him, and all he wished was that he could trade places with Zion. It made him feel like less of a man to know that he wasn’t able to protect his child from the streets. That was part of the reason why he really didn’t want to be around his twins. He felt that if he was unable to protect Zion, how could he be there to protect the twins?
“Man, who da fuck is dis?” he mumbled to himself, as the ringing of his cell phone interrupted his rap performance. Looking over at his phone sitting on the other side of the bed, he really didn’t feel like being bothered with anyone, so he didn’t even answer it. Instead, he sat back on the bed and took in another deep pull of the Backwood filled with Gran Daddy Kush. He then followed it up with two more Oxycodones and a swig of Crown Royal.
“Damn God, why not me? Why take my son? Now tell me how a nigga supposed to get through the shit? Tell me?” He screamed looking up at the ceiling. Chad was about to lay back on the bed, when the second Tupac song begin to play and he felt like maybe the lord was giving him an answer to all his pain.
I smoke a blunt to take the pain out, and if I wasn’t high
probably try to blow my brains out….
Chad looked down at the gun on the bed, the nickel-plated 40. Cal sparkled in the dimly lit room. The drugs had his body totally numb.
Done lost too many niggaz to this gangbangin
Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin, fucked up!
I had to tell him it was alright, and that’s a lie
and he knew it when he shook and died, my God
Even though I know I’m wrong man
Hennessey make a nigga think he strong, man…
He couldn’t even feel the tears that were rolling down his face. He took a seat on the bed, exhaled deeply, and grabbed the pistol. The song was now like an instruction manual
Still a nigga stressin over death
If I could choose when a nigga die, figure I’d
take a puff on the blunt, and let my trigga fly
I smoke a blunt to take the pain out, and if I wasn’t high
probably try to blow my brains out…
Ms. Nealy walked down the range doing her routine count of the inmates and stopped at Mayo�
�s cell. He was in there with his shirt off doing pushups before they called block out for the showers. Mayo didn’t even know she was standing at his door until he got off the ground after finishing his set.
“What, you just came in?” he asked, looking down at his watch.
She smiled then nodded in the affirmative. Her eyes couldn’t help but to wander, scanning his sweaty body and locking onto the print from his dick bulging through his grey sweat pants. He looked sexy as hell.
“You see something you like?” he asked, grabbing a handful of his dick. “Don’t be shy.” He smiled.
Ms. Nealy looked over Mayo’s shoulder to see where his celly was.
“He’s at work.” Mayo said before she could even ask.
She still couldn’t say what she wanted to say, because other inmates were sure enough ear hustling. Instead, she just nodded her head in the direction of his dick. Mayo didn’t hesitate to whip out his semi hard stick, letting it swing in the air while Ms. Nealy looked on. She licked and bit down on her bottom lip seductively before shaking her head.
“It’s yours whenever you want it.” Mayo said, tucking his member back into his sweats.
Ms. Nealy gave him a wink before walking off. The two had been at it over the past week, talking and flirting with each other all day. Mayo had her locked in too, because she wasn’t giving no other inmate the time of day. She was focused on him, and the way things were going now, it wouldn’t be much longer until she stepped her game up.
“Gwen, he’s here,” her secretary announced, tapping on the office door.
Gwen got up from her desk and looked at herself in the mirror. She wanted to make sure she was dressed properly, even though she hadn’t the slightest idea where Terrence was taking her. Just in case, she kept another outfit in her car that was a little more relaxed than the clothes she had on.
Gwen shut down her computer. She closed the blinds to her office windows and turned off the lights before heading out to the front where Terrence was standing and looking urban. He had on a pair of blue 7 jeans, a white Polo V-neck t-shirt with some white, black and gold chains, and on his wrist was a Rose Gold Rolex. His New York Yankees hat cocked slightly to the side gave him that hood look. He looked like he came straight out of Brooklyn.
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