We finished testing the cakes, and since Lily had to pee, Coral offered to show her where the bathroom was.
“So how did you like them?” one of Coral’s workers Henry asked.
“They were really good. I think I want the lemon or the vanilla. Could you guys do them together?” I looked up to him since he was standing by our table.
“Of course.” He nodded. “And you, Mr. Montana?”
“They were aight.”
“Just alright? Well what are your favorite flavors? What flavor gets you going?”
“Y’all got pussy flavored cake?”
“Ricky!” I pushed his shoulder as Henry laughed, then I turned the twins in their strollers to let them taste the cake.
“Okay, your second favorite flavor?” Henry asked with a lingering smile at Ricky’s foolishness.
“Whatever she wants is good.” He leaned over to kiss my neck with his nasty ass.
***
Happy birthday, Mr. Montana…
Tonight we were throwing a surprise party for Ricky at Zebra. With the help of his friends, I was actually able to pull it off without him knowing. It was weird with the guest list since we had to keep Qamar away from Bia, but we just made him stay in his section, which of course he hated, but obliged. And Kito was here too, of course, so I wasn’t worried about Qamar trying anything.
I listened as they yelled ‘surprise’ to Ricky when he entered the building, and I looked myself over in the mirror to make sure not a hair was out of place. I had on a lingerie set that didn’t leave much to the imagination, some sandal stilettos, and my hair was laid with a side part like Aaliyah wore.
I heard MG and Frisk in the distance, telling Ricky he had a surprise in the back room, and how he was giving them a hard time.
“I don’t fuck with surprises. So I got my gun if it’s one of these wide pussy ass hoes back here. And where is Dray?” he fussed, making me giggle as I lit the candles on the small cake in my hand.
I saw him stumble in a little, letting me know one of his friends had given him a little push. He was frowning his sexy face up something serious, but when he saw me, his angry expression turned to one of lust and adoration.
As “Drinks On Us” by Mike Will Made It played for everyone else outside and for the strippers, “Ready for Whatever” by Mya played for Ricky and I. The lights were out, so the room was only lit up by a red light, matching my lingerie and heels.
“Happy Birthday.” I smirked as I neared him. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the way he was looking at me like a meal. As soon as I neared him, he began groping me. “Ricky, stop and sit down.”
He did as I asked, his eyes focused on me as I put the cake out to him for him to blow the candles out. He did, and then took the cake from me so I could remove my robe.
As Mya sang sensually, I began to move my body slowly for Ricky. I wound my body down, and then slowly laid back on the floor, and not once did his eyes leave me as he held his cake in one hand as if he were frozen. I moved my hands all over my body before coming back up slowly and to my feet. Turning my back to him, I dipped down then came back up, bending over to give him a full view.
“Draylah, come here,” he demanded, and even though he had on jeans, I could see his dick rising.
Not listening, I twirled my body down with my back to him still, and once to the floor, I turned to the side, placed my palms against the floor, and began to grind slowly to the pre-hook of the song as if I were riding a dick.
“Baby—” He stopped in the middle of his statement when I came back to my feet and started towards him.
Holding his shoulder, I straddled his lap and felt his dick poking through his jeans and damn near about to tear my thin panties. Damn. As the bridge of the song came on, Mya’s lustful lyrics motivated me as I rode Ricky’s lap. Hopping off, I turned my back to him again, and cupped his knees before popping my ass in his lap, slowing up on certain parts to match Mya’s vocal delivery.
“Ricky!” I laughed because when I came up, he took some of the cake and spread it on my lower back and then one of my ass cheeks, licking my Queen AK tattoo. He licked and ate the cake off my ass with his freaky ass, and then threw me down onto the couch.
“I told you to bring yo’ ass here for a reason,” he growled, placing more cake on my stomach before eating it off slowly. My pussy was throbbing just that quickly.
Ricky wasted no time removing my panties, and before they were even off good, he was sucking my clit, placing my thighs on his shoulders.
“Ricky,” I cried, watching him passionately yet hungrily eat my pussy like he missed it.
I palmed his head as he tore me to pieces, latching his mouth to my pussy and going to town. I came so hard my body jerked, but Ricky only buried his face further and palmed the back of my right thigh as he ate my pussy into oblivion. My nails scraped the velvet couch, and my whimper was so high pitched that it sounded like a cry, just before I exploded again.
He came up for air, and tongued me down slowly and nastily as I helped him out of his shirt. Unlatching my bra with one hand like a professional, he put more cake on my nipples before devouring it right off.
We came up together, and I got his dick from his pants before taking it into my mouth. Bobbing up and down on it, I let my saliva do its thing as Ricky held my hair for me while groaning.
“Fuck, Draylah,” he moaned as I deep throated his dick like no tomorrow.
His rod hardened like crazy, so he pulled me off and up so I could ride him. I made him lie back, and began to rock my hips on him. His big hands groped and grabbed at my ass and titties as I rode him, which only turned me on.
“Mmm,” I sniveled, feeling myself about to cum again.
“That’s right, baby. Ride your dick.” He cheered me on just the way I liked him to whenever I was on top. “Never seen a bitch ride dick as sexily as you,” he added before sitting up to suck and bite my nipples.
I released on him, slowing down, so he began humping upward, killing my middle and causing me to cry out as he sucked my lips.
“Ahhh, Ricky.” I dug my nails into his shoulders as he pounded me hard.
“You love me?”
“Ye—yes!” I said just before we climaxed together.
Our lips crushed together, and as my body trembled, he hugged me into him, while our tongues did the tango.
“I love you more,” he said before resuming our kissing session.
Ricky AK
As predicted, I was exonerated of all charges for the murder of DA Martin Van Beek. Without the prints on that gun, them niggas had nothing on me. The only thing that took so fucking long was that they swore up and down that they could find evidence, and that I had killed Bryen. But of course, them muthafuckas came up short and didn’t have shit but accusations.
What made shit better was that I knew everyone in that courtroom believed I’d murdered Bryen, which I did, but there was nothing they could do. And now that it’d been proven that I was falsely accused of some shit, murdering a DA, it’d be very hard for any muthafucka in the future to bring murder charges against me and convince a jury.
I smiled thinking back to the judge banging his gavel two days ago, after reading that the jury had decided unanimously that I wasn’t guilty. The look on that prosecutor Catherine’s bitch ass face made my dick hard. I still remember her going in, saying how we had a murderer on the Billboard charts. You damn right bitch.
Lieutenant Atticus had probably thought all of this shit was over with too, and that maybe he could come back later and fuck me over. But nah, it was a wrap for his ass. I wasn’t even doing it for me though; I was doing it for my mama.
I’d planned to kill him long ago, but decided since I’d already murked Bryen and two prison guards, it was best I let the waters settle and get this nigga once I actually had been absolved.
I watched him from my car as he crossed the parking lot of the bar he’d been drinking in for the past three hours. Apparently, my being set free
was hard on him. Nigga really hated me and wanted me put away forever. That would make this revenge all the better.
“Uh!” Atticus jumped when I whistled at him before climbing out of my car. “The fuck are you doing!” he barked. He was dressed in plain clothes and wasn’t in his detective vehicle, which was why I’d chosen right now to off him.
“Waiting on you, nigga.”
“I don’t have time for this… Ricky, now look, you got away with what you did so let’s just move on.” He exhaled as if he were exhausted.
“Doing this for my mama, bitch. You thought you could just fuck her over and move on with ya life?”
“Hell, I did. Still got my beautiful family that she threatened to break up, and my job that she thought I’d lose.” He grinned evilly.
Nodding, I said, “Yeah, you got the job. But your wife is no more, my nigga. Don’t worry, she didn’t suffer much,” I spoke as if I felt bad, but in a sarcastic way, as his smug expression faded. I tossed a photo of his wife’s dead body onto the trunk of his car as proof. “Oh, and your kids… at least they’re with their mother.” I placed down the grisly photos of his two adult sons as well. Killed all of their asses while he was out getting twisted.
“You son of bitch!” he hollered, tears welled up in his eyes. “This better be a fucking joke!”
“Oh, so you do have feelings?”
“My fucking wife and kids! You’re lucky I don’t have my fucking gun!” he roared, banging his fists down on the trunk of his car, beyond enraged. Seeing the pain in his eyes was more satisfying than I’d expected. Watching him suffer emotionally had me overjoyed.
“Aye, you still got me.” I palmed my chest. “I’m ya kid too.” I grinned widely as fuck. “But I think it’s time for you to join the rest of ya kids, Bryen included.” I let the gun in my hand reveal itself.
PHEW! PHEW!
I popped Atticus when he attempted to hurry up and jump into his car. He rolled down the hood and onto the concrete, blood seeping from his head in an abundance as I grabbed up the photos of his dead family.
Like nothing was wrong, I climbed back into my whip and sped off in my unmarked car so I could get rid of this gun. I bet that nigga never thought in a million years that the little teenager he’d fucked over and treated like garbage’s son, would come back the way I had. I smiled at the thought.
After handling my business, I made my way home and hopped in the shower immediately. Once out, I slipped into some boxers and sweats then went to kiss my kids goodnight.
My twins were growing way too quickly for a nigga, especially my baby girl. I also didn’t know how to feel about Lily getting older either. They just needed to stay young girls forever so I wouldn’t have to pop these niggas. And once I couldn’t do it, my namesake would.
Making it back to my bedroom, I saw Draylah doing some shit on her iPad. When she saw me, she lit up and, like always, that had a nigga feeling himself. It was nothing like seeing the woman I loved get excited just from the sight of me. That’s how you knew a nigga was putting that shit down physically and emotionally.
“What you doing up still?” I removed my sweats and climbed in the bed, taking her iPad from her so that I could kiss her. I saw she was looking over the photos she’d done for a magazine. I then saw she had another tab open, peering at the ads I’d done for Gucci Men’s cologne. Yeah, ya boy from the hood was an ambassador for Gucci’s cologne.
“I was making something. It’s none of your business.” She cheesed and took her iPad before placing it on the nightstand next to the bed. “I was thinking since I ruined the whole Tana thing, that I could find you somebody else besides the girls.”
“Oh yeah?” I pulled her nightdress straps down.
“Yeah. Are you gonna check him out?”
“Oh, it’s a nigga?”
“Yep.” She smirked.
“Aight. He better be good, Draylah.”
“He is, and he’s cute,” she replied, making me pause kissing on her neck and collarbone.
“Fuck you say?”
“He’s cute for like other girls to look at. He’s not like you, baby. You’re fine as hell, sexy… just…”
“Shut yo’ ass up. Keep fucking with me, Draylah, and you’ll get that nigga a pair of broken legs instead of a contract. You ain’t supposed to be attracted to other niggas period.”
“Okay, first off, I’m not attracted to him. Secondly, you’re not attracted to other women outside of me?”
“No.”
Laughing, she replied, “So you’re gay, except for when it comes to me?”
“Yep.”
She chortled loudly before forcing a kiss on me.
“I love you so much, Frederick Montana.”
“You better.”
A nigga really went from being on that wild shit all day, every day, to being laid up with the same female every night and three kids next door. Shit was still unbelievable, but I wouldn’t change that shit for nothing. I guess I needed a woman to slice me up, staple my ear, bust my nose, and break the windows out of my luxury vehicles to fall in fucking love. Draylah was just as crazy as people claim I am, but that was my baby. I loved her psycho ass.
And like I once said, these niggas had better be glad Draylah came into my life, or their bitches would still be getting fucked. Draylah was the only female who could have me on that good shit that these other bitches thought they could get from a nigga… Only Queen AK.
Epilogue
DRAYLAH MONTANA
Two years later…
Tonight was a Blood Money Records party, which Ricky was the CEO and founder of. Over the past two years, he’d signed a string of successful artists, with Indigo, his girl group, being the first. Bankroll used to be the top label, but after Greezy got arrested, Joaquin took over, and things just weren’t the same since he didn’t have the juice like Greezy did.
Speaking of Greezy, we all wondered who dropped the dime on him, but I later found it was my cousin Angie. She’d found another woman’s underwear in his car, and out of revenge, she told police what Greezy told her during some pillow talk, about setting Qamar up and having killed his own wife. I guess her fucking that beast did come in handy.
The party tonight was an all-white and red event, and was super upscale. However, in typical Ricky fashion, the latest trifling music was playing, and the food available was barbecue wings, ribs, and everything else you’d find at a Black family reunion. I didn’t mind because those were my favorite foods too.
“You look so pretty, Mommy,” Lily beamed. Like always, she was wearing a dress that matched mine, but hers didn’t have the certain revealing areas like mine did. It was a deep red color with a beautiful pattern and lace detail, but mine was long and strapless with a very high split, and hers was long sleeved with no split.
“Thanks, baby, so do you.”
“Can we go to Disneyland tomorrow?”
“Lily, baby, we just went there yesterday for your birthday?” Going to Disneyland for Lily’s birthday had become a tradition.
“Oh yeah.” She smiled cutely, making me kiss her cheek lightly so that my red lipstick wouldn’t get on her.
Lily coming to live with us was the best thing that could have ever happened. I couldn’t believe I’d gone so long in my life without my baby. And every day that I looked at her, I mentally patted myself on the back for killing my aunt Charlie’s trifling, scheming ass.
Lily’s change from her old family to her new one, was seamless. I assumed I would catch her feeling sad or down, but it was almost like she was happy to have been taken away from Antonia. That in turn, made me happy too. Plus, Antonia had gone to jail for procuring, and then disappeared once released thankfully.
As for me, that partnership with Bleu Cosmetics had really taken off, and I was able to make my own line of brow and lash products. I still had just my one brow bar though because I wanted people to get the actual Draylah experience when visiting Dray’s Brow Bar. I didn’t want another location
where I couldn’t even work out of most of the time. But that, in combination with my cosmetics line in ULTA, Sephora, and Harvey Nichols had my bank account looking quite nice.
“Come on and let’s get down to the party.” I took Lily’s hand since the event was being held at Ricky’s party house. The twins were with his grandmother in the backyard, where half of the party was. My twins had so much personality to be two year olds.
When we made it downstairs where everyone was, Indigo was on the stage built outside, performing for everyone as people mingled, ate, and drank some of the champagne available.
“Fix your dress, baby.” Ricky walked up to Lily and me. He was so protective over her, and it was so cute. As he’d asked, Lily smoothed her dress down and then looked up at Ricky for approval. He smiled and then picked her up so he could kiss her cheek, and in turn, she kissed his back.
He looked so good in his black slacks with the white button up and the black bowtie. His watch and pinky ring were blinding as usual, and the fact that you could still see some of his tattoos made him look like a sophisticated gangsta. He’d grown a low-cut beard, which only added to his sexiness. And his cologne, which was always just right, the same Jazz Club scent as always that brought all the bitches to the yard. I made sure his wedding ring was on too, because I didn’t play that shit.
Ricky was not only the owner of a record label, but he was still releasing albums of his own, and they always sold like crazy… nothing new. I’m sure people assumed that since he’d taken a break that he couldn’t come back with a vengeance, but he had. He hadn’t slowed up yet from being on top, and I don’t think he planned to. Not to mention, he was still the face of Gucci’s cologne.
“Where is mine?” I smiled before Ricky kissed me a few times, biting his lip at me, so I already knew what he was thinking. But before he could try to take me to one of these rooms, I sauntered off to find my friends.
“I was looking for you!” Bia smiled, walking up hand in hand with Kito, who was holding their son, Kito Jr.
Kito and Bia were like a power couple in the marketing industry. After they got married in a big beautiful wedding, they worked for Guinevere for a few more months, before building their own marketing firm. Now they were making bank doing marketing for some big names, including Ricky’s signed artists and my brow product line.
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