The gunman quickly dropped both the gun and the moneybag.
Gruff picked up the moneybag then pressed his gun to the back of the gunman’s head. “Let’s go!” he ordered.
They hopped in the gunman’s car.
“Drive!” Gruff said from the backseat, holding his chest.
“Where am I driving to?” the gunman asked.
“Your crib.”
The gunman pulled up in front of his crib and let the engine die. “Man, is you gon’ kill me or what?”
“Shut the fuck up and get out the car!”
Gruff escorted the gunman to his front door. “Nice-looking house you got here,” Gruff said as they stepped inside.
He snatched off the gunman’s ski mask and pushed him down on the couch. “You got two choices,” Gruff began. “One, you die, or two, you become my partner, and we can get this money.”
“Why would you want me to be partners with you after I just shot you?” the gunman asked.
“Because you got that fire inside of you, and I like how you just shoot instead of making empty threats.” Gruff smiled as he peeled off his Kevlar bulletproof vest. “Plus, I need a nigga to watch my back, so a nigga like you can’t never creep up on me. A nigga that ain’t scared to let them thangs fly. So what’s it going to be?” Gruff aimed his 9 mm at the gunman’s head.
“Let’s get this money,” the gunman said with a smile.
“What’s your name?” Gruff asked.
“Yayo.”
“You got what it takes, kid,” Gruff told him. “Stick with me and I’ll take you straight to the top.”
“Sorry for shooting you,” Yayo said as he headed toward the kitchen to make himself a drink.
“You had to do what you had to do.”
After Gruff had counted out the money he had just stole, he said, “Here,” and tossed Yayo his half.
“Good looking,” Yayo said, accepting the money.
“How did you know about that lick?”
“I been watching that house for the last two weeks,” Yayo replied. “I saw you casing the joint for about a week. I would’ve been made my move, but I had to wait to see what you was going to do first.” He paused. “I ain’t know if you was a cop or what, know what I mean?”
“I feel you.”
“So once I saw that you wasn’t police, I made my move,” Yayo said simply.
Gruff helped himself to a shot of Hennessy. “So who’s next on your list?”
“Some cat named Ice-T.”
“Ice-T?” Gruff repeated. “Never heard of him.”
“Word?” Yayo said in disbelief. “Him and crew getting big money and I need in.”
Gruff smiled. “If it makes dollars, then it always make sense.”
“Fuck! Let’s go get that money!” Yayo threw his shot back.
“Muthafuckas!” Maine growled as one of his soldiers pushed him out of the courtroom in his wheelchair out into the parking lot.
Detective Abraham sat in an all-black truck with tinted windows. He cracked the window before he spoke. “What it’s looking like?”
“Them fuckin’ crackers talking about seven years.”
“Damn! Seven years for one gun?” Detective Abraham asked, making sure he heard right.
“Yeah, talking about, ’cause it had a silencer on it.” A tear escaped Maine’s eye. “I ain’t going to be able to make it in jail for seven years in a fuckin’ wheelchair!”
“Don’t worry about no money,” Detective Abraham said. “Whatever you need, I’ll take care of it for you.”
“I ain’t worried about no money. I got four hundred grand stashed away in my crib. I can’t do shit with that money in a fuckin’ wheelchair.”
“Everything going to be fine. Swing by my house later so we can talk,” Detective Abraham said as he pulled off.
Maine sat in his wheelchair in the parking lot and just cried his eyes out.
“Today is the big day,” Styles said with a smile as he watched Tone pack up his shit.
“I finally get my life back after three and a half years,” Tone said. He was getting released early for good behavior.
“You still haven’t heard from Serena?”
“Nah, she don’t want nothing to do with me no more, and it’s all my fault.”
“You going to be all right,” Styles said, trying to cheer up his friend. “At least you can talk to her now if you want, ’cause you on the outside. You can’t do shit from in here.”
“She probably done went back to Los Angeles. She ain’t have no reason to stay up here, now that she ain’t fuckin’ with me.”
“Keep your head up,” Styles said, patting Tone on his back. “It ain’t the end of the world.”
“When you get up outta here, you better holla at me.” Tone gave Styles a pound and a hug.
“Shit, I get out next month, so I’ll be seeing you soon.” Styles watched his friend and cell mate make his exit.
An hour later Tone was able to sign his release papers and walk out the front door. Tone was released with about thirteen other inmates. He stepped outside and saw some inmates kissing and hugging their loved ones. A few of them didn’t have nobody to pick them up, and Tone fell into that pile.
Tone headed toward the bus station, which was only about three miles away. As he walked, he heard a car pull up behind him and beep the horn. He didn’t look back, thinking it was for another inmate, but when the horn beeped again, he turned around and saw Serena stepping out of the driver’s seat of the Range Rover, looking as sexy as ever. She ran up to Tone and jumped up on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
“I missed you so much,” she cried, as she held on as tight as she could.
“I love you, baby, and I promise it’s just us from now on.” Tone carried her back to the Range Rover and tongued her down.
“Promise you will never hurt me again.”
“I promise you, baby.”
Serena hopped back in the driver’s seat. “Come on, let’s get you as far away from this place as possible.”
Two hours later Serena pulled up in the driveway of their crib, and that’s when Tone saw the brand-new all-black 2011 Infiniti G35 coupe.
“Damn! That’s for me?”
“Yup.” Serena smiled. “My daddy’s welcome-home gift.”
As soon as Tone stepped foot in the crib, he went straight to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of wine, popped the cork and guzzled straight from the bottle. “Damn! That shit good!” Tone yelled like an animal.
“That taste good?”
“Hell yeah.” Tone took another guzzle.
“I got something that taste better.” Serena walked off, motioning with her finger for Tone to follow her.
Tone took about three more long swigs from the bottle before he headed back to the bedroom. When he got there, all Serena had on was a red thong to match her red fingernails and toenails.
“Damn! You so fuckin’ sexy,” Tone said through clenched teeth. He pulled Serena in close and tongued her down.
Serena moaned as she massaged Tone’s dick through his jeans.
“Fuck this shit!” Tone quickly melted down to his knees and pushed Serena back on the bed. He quickly snatched her thong off. The first thing he did was gently kiss all over Serena’s soaking-wet pussy. Tone then rubbed his face all in her juices before he went to work. He licked and sucked all over Serena’s clitoris as he stuck two fingers inside of her walls.
“Ooooh shit!” Serena moaned as she squeezed on her titties, sucking on one of her nipples. “Damn, daddy! Eat your pussy!”
Tone moved his tongue like a rattlesnake, moving his head from side to side, as he sucked on Serena’s pussy, forcing her to release in his mouth.
“You like how this pussy taste, daddy?”
Tone moaned, “Mmm-hmm.”
“I need to feel that dick!” Serena pushed Tone’s face away from her pussy and crawled up on the bed on all fours.
Tone wiped
his mouth as he climbed up on the bed and slowly eased his way inside Serena’s sopping wet pussy. At first he started off with slow, long strokes, but once he got into his rhythm, he sped up his strokes, pumping in and out of Serena with force and slapping her ass.
“You missed your daddy?”
“Yeees!” Serena groaned, throwing the pussy right back at him.
Tone tore the pussy up for about three more minutes, until he exploded inside of Serena.
“Oh my God,” Serena said, catching her breath. “Damn! I forgot how good that dick was.”
“Nah, I forgot how good my pussy was.” Tone walked to the bathroom butt naked so he could take a shower.
After Tone got out the shower, he threw on one of his new outfits that Serena brought for him. As he heard her getting in the shower, he went back downstairs and grabbed his bottle of wine from off the counter and picked up where he left off.
Tone looked over at the door with his face crumpled up when he heard somebody knocking on it. He walked over to the door and snatched it open without looking through the peephole. On the other side of the door stood Young Mike and Harlem.
“I told you my man came home today,” Young Mike said as he hugged Tone.
“My niggas, what’s good?” Tone said, hugging both men.
“Came over here to see you,” Harlem said with a smile.
Young Mike asked, “You seen your pops yet?”
“Nah, I’m not fuckin’ with him no more. How he been treating y’all?”
“Paying us pennies,” Young Mike replied. “Everything just went all downhill ever since you went away.”
“Fuck that! I’m home now!” Tone said, giving both men dap. “I’m about to start up my own shit. Y’all niggas wanna be down?”
“What about your father?” Harlem asked.
“Fuck him! I’m going to see him tomorrow and let him know what I think of him and how he handles business.”
“Hey, y’all.” Serena waved as she came down the stairs and headed straight to the kitchen so she could start preparing a special dinner for her man.
“Fuck it!” Young Mike said. “If we can make some money, we both down.”
“We definitely going to make some money.” Tone smirked. “But, yo, I’ma holla at y’all tomorrow and run everything down to y’all, but right now y’all gotta get the fuck up outta here, so me and my baby can spend some much-needed time together.”
“Handle your business.” Young Mike smiled as he gave Tone a pound and made his exit.
Tone called out, “Yo, you got my house number, right?”
“Yeah, we got it.” Harlem hopped in the passenger seat, and the truck pulled out of the driveway.
“Aww, baby, you could’ve talked to your friends for a little while, if you wanted to, while I cooked,” Serena told him.
“I’ll talk to them tomorrow.” He guzzled from his bottle. “Tonight is all about you.”
“No, tonight is all about you!” Serena corrected him.
An hour later Serena and Tone sat down and enjoyed Serena’s cooking over a glass of wine. She cooked steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans.
“How does it taste, baby?”
“Delicious.” Tone stuffed his face, eating as if he was still being timed.
“Damn! Slow down, daddy. Take a breath. You don’t have to rush and eat, baby, you back home now.”
“Sorry, but this my first real meal in almost four years.”
“It’s okay, daddy. Enjoy your food. That’s why I made it.” Serena sat back watching Tone, a smile on her face. Just having him back home was good enough for her.
Tone paused to sip on some wine. “So how niggas was treating you while I was away?”
“Like shit. They was playing games with the money the whole time, saying they was going to bring it one day then never show up.”
“Did anybody ever disrespect you?”
“No, not really,” Serena said, checking her memory. “Oh, every time Maine came to drop off the money, he would always have this look in his eyes.”
“What kind of look?”
“The I-want-to-fuck-you kind of look.”
“A’ight, this is the new plan.” Tone changed the subject before he got too mad. “We about to set up our own shit, me, you, Harlem, Young Mike, and my man Styles. He’s locked up right now, but he’ll be out in about a month.”
“How we going to do this?”
“We going to build this bitch from the ground up. From scratch.”
“Whatever you need me to do, daddy, I got you.” Serena pushed away from the table.
“Where you going?”
“I’m about to go slip into something a little more comfortable.” Serena gave Tone a seductive look as she disappeared up the steps.
Tone sat at the table and finished off his second bottle of wine, just thinking about how the people closest to him shitted on him, and that a woman he had just met turned out to be more loyal. He just shook his head in disgust as he downed his last glass of wine.
Minutes later Serena returned back downstairs wearing black fishnet stockings that came up to her thick thighs, black boy shorts, and black pumps to match. Up top, she let her titties hang freely.
“Damn!” Tone said, admiring his woman’s sexy features. He quickly stood, only to have Serena push him back down into the chair.
“Nigga, don’t you move!” Serena squatted down and removed Tone’s pants. His dick stood bobbing back and forth like a jack-in-the-box. Serena immediately grabbed his dick and began licking all over it like it was an icy, slobbing and spitting all over it the whole time, making loud moaning and slurping noises. “You like that, daddy?” she asked, jerking his dick, looking up in his eyes.
Before Tone could answer, she took his whole dick in her mouth again.
“Damn!” Tone groaned. He stood up and began fucking Serena’s mouth like it was the last sexual encounter he would ever have in his life. He pulled Serena’s hair as he began to speed up his strokes.
Serena gagged a little, but she kept on sucking like a pro, until Tone exploded in her mouth.
“Damn, baby!” an out-of-breath Tone said.
“Welcome home, daddy.” Serena smiled as she wiped her mouth and headed back upstairs. “I ain’t finished with you yet,” she purred. “Follow me.”
“Damn!” Tone wiped the sweat off his forehead as he followed Serena upstairs, where they had sex for the rest of the night.
The next morning Tone pulled up to his father’s house bright and early. He slid out the new Infiniti and walked up to the front door.
Detective Abraham opened the door, a smile on his face. “So you just going to stand right there, or are you going to give your old man a hug?”
“What’s up, Pops?” Tone said dryly, as he gave his father a hug.
“Look at what the cat just drug in,” Detective Abraham announced.
Tone stepped in the living room and saw a bunch of new faces. The only one he recognized was Maine’s, and he had to do a double-take when he saw him sitting in a wheelchair.
“Oooh shit! My nigga Tone. What’s good?” Maine held out his hand for some dap, but Tone gave Maine a look of disgust as he ignored his extended hand.
“Glad to have you back home, son.” Detective Abraham held out a drink for his son.
Tone smacked the drink out of his father’s hand. “You’s a grimy mufucka!” he yelled. “Stay the fuck away from me, and out of my life!” And he turned and headed for the door.
Before Tone could reach his car, Detective Abraham yelled, “Boy, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“You are what’s wrong with me,” Tone huffed. “What happened to you holding me down while I was locked up?”
“I knew Serena was holding you down, so I fell back.”
“So if you know she was holding me down, why the fuck you short her the money that was owed then tell her we was using her the whole time?”
“Shit got a little rough out here on the
streets. You know how that shit go. You know what your problem is?”
“What?”
“You got business and pleasure mixed up.” Detective Abraham smiled. “That bitch must be sucking your dick real good.”
“What?” Tone said, his face crumpled up as he stole on his father.
Detective Abraham wasn’t expecting the punch, so the impact caused him to backpedal a few steps. He wiped the blood from his mouth. “So you choosing that bitch over family?”
“What family?” Tone slid back in his Infiniti and pulled off.
Yayo and Gruff sat in the car across the street from the nice-looking hotel.
“Damn! This nigga need to hurry up,” Yayo huffed.
“Patience, fam.” Gruff blew out smoke from his cigarette.
A few minutes later, Gruff answered his ringing cell phone. “I’m listening,” he answered.
“He just went up to his room,” the desk clerk reported.
“A’ight. Good looking,” Gruff hit the end button on his phone. “He just went up to his room.”
Gruff and Yayo got out the car and headed inside the hotel.
“Damn, ma! Ya ass is looking mad fat,” Nut said, as him and his lady friend hopped on the elevator full of white people and headed up to his room.
The whole ride to the hotel they’d both been telling each other how much they was going to put it on the other. As soon as Nut stepped foot in the room, he removed his gun and tossed it on the bed. Then he stripped down butt naked and lay across the bed. Tonya quickly followed his lead and stripped down to her birthday suit.
“Bring that fat ass over here!” Nut said, as he lay on the bed, stroking his dick with one hand.
“That’s what you want?” Tonya asked in a sexually charged voice as she sat on Nut’s face backwards and began clapping and jiggling her ass in his face. “You like that?” She leaned forward and placed Nut’s dick in her mouth and sucked on it nice and slow, letting saliva drip all over the place.
Nut moaned and groaned as he sloppily sucked all over Tonya’s clitoris, one finger stuck in her ass.
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