by Nicety
“Open your fucking mouth.” Cesar demanded.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could, preparing for him to shoot his shot. I smiled to remind him that I loved that type of shit. He looked down at my sex face knowing that he could cum all in my mouth and watch me play with it with my tongue. He jerked my head back like a rag doll as I stuck my tongue out leaving a landing strip for his seeds. He jerked back one final time and came back in full force grasping his piece in his hand, massaging the head as he skeeted all into my mouth, my eye, my nose, and my hair. He placed his tip into my mouth allowing me to suck the remaining flow from out of him. I opened my mouth wide, tilting my head back giving him proof that I swallowed it down with no problem.
“AH!” Cesar breathed as he fell back on the couch attempting to catch his breath.
“Mmm. How was that baby?” I asked seductively licking my lips.
“It was cool.”
“Wha? Just cool huh?”
“Yeah. I mean you got a little toothy at the end but it did its job.” He smirked getting up with his pants slopped around his legs headed to the bathroom.
“What? You ain’t never had a problem before and the cum all over my face tells a different story too!”
“What do you want me to say, Mink? When you fucking them other niggas, you so wrapped up in their validations that you don’t even see they don’t give a fuck about you.”
“I don’t remember you complaining when the bills were coming up paid.” I snapped crossing my arms, watching him undress and cut on the shower.
This nigga tried to front me off but he knew I wasn’t wrong. I may not have worked a real job but I sure held it down when he couldn’t, not to mention put money in his pocket and gas in the truck on his broke days. I know he didn’t think I was really borrowing that much money from my momma, did he? Cesar knew me better than that. He knew I would never ever go ask my momma for anything other than her love especially if I didn’t have to. I hated asking her for shit because when I first left her house at seventeen, I vowed that I would never again need or ask her for anything. Since then I’ve stayed true to my word and he knew that.
“Man, I hope it was worth it.” Cesar spat trying to close the bathroom door on me.
“Wait,” I said halting the door from its swing. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means whatever you want it to mean, Mink. It’s your world baby girl. I’m just a squirrel getting a nut.” Cesar snarled as he slammed the door smack dab in my face securing the lock behind it.
Chapter 5— Cesar
Shitted, showered, and shaved, I exited the bathroom feeling food as the air brushed against my wet skin sending a slight chill through my body and erecting my nipples. I snatched the big blue towel from the rack, wrapping it around my waist before pushing open the bedroom door. Mink was spread across the bed as thin as she was spreading that pussy, cackling away on the damn phone as usual. There was no telling who could be on the other end pumping her head full of hot air but shit, I really could care less.
“Hold on girl. Where you going?” Mink asked turning from her belly to her back, being nosey at what kind of clothes I was picking out of the closet.
“None of your damn business.” I smirked. “Last time I checked, I was a grown ass man and my momma and daddy were dead.”
“You ain’t gotta be like that Cesar. I’m just saying, you didn’t ask if I wanted to come.”
I didn’t know what kind of come she was talking about since she had just got through bussing me down but either way I wasn’t feeling it, period. “Maybe I didn’t ask you cause I didn’t want you to go.”
“But since CJ’s gone and I thought we could catch up on some much needed time for us.” She whined.
“Well you thought wrong cause I got plans.” I smirked slipping my dark colored straight-legged Diesel jeans on over my blue plaid boxers.
I paired it with a black polo with matching color contempo sneaks, same brand. Looking at how sexy I looked in the large oval shaped dresser mirror, there was no doubt that I was feeling myself. I took a little Ocean Bath and Body Works aftershave from the dresser and dabbed the fresh scent onto my face and neck. The musk wasn’t complete until I sprayed the body spray on my chest and forearms to accentuate the crispness. After rolling some deodorant under my arms I was ready to hit the streets. I could feel Mink’s eyes pierce through the back of my head like a laser beam as I walked out the bedroom door headed to the living room in search of my keys and wallet.
“It’s her…isn’t it?” Mink asked in a light tone. “You getting all snazzy for her?”
“See, there you go trippin’ again. Can’t a man just go out in peace without you clockin’ him all the damn time? Shit you party enough for the both of us and you got the nerve to be worried about what I’m doing.” I couldn’t help but laugh at her ass.
“But…I mean what time will you be back?”
“There you go again.” I smirked picking up my keys and wallet off of the floor as I moved towards the front door.
“Cesar…”
“Bye Mink.”
“Cesar, wait! Cesar!”
She could call my name all she wanted but I was gone on her ass. She wasn’t about to ruin my night with her bullshit. I loaded into the truck and headed down the street. My fingers toggled quickly through the contacts in my phone pressing send when I reached the name of the person I needed to reach.
“What’s good, killa?”
“Nothing much. ‘Bout to slide through. Where you at?” I replied.
“At Passion.”
“That’s what I thought. I’ll be there in about fifteen.” I said before hanging up the phone.
It had been a while since I went out to do anything seeing as though I was always working like a slave to make the chump change for my family. I never really had time to do shit and when I did all I wanted to do was sleep. At the end of the day, I didn’t give a fuck. My family was eating and my boy needed for nothing, that’s all I cared about. My feelings didn’t matter, nor did my pain or happiness. Nothing mattered before them, not even life.
I pulled up in front of Passion a short while later parking the truck in the oversized parking lot. It was 10pm on the dot, still early as hell according to the party scene. The night was still young for some of these thirsty niggas trying to score some ass and these females trying to come up on their next balling baby daddies. Shit if I had known any better when I was younger I wouldn’t have even fucked with Mink’s young ass and would’ve just got me a plethora of hoes to wet my dick. But my dumbass had to go and try to turn a hoe into a housewife.
“What up, Cesar?” The bouncer June greeted me flexin’ his big ass biceps like he was scaring somebody.
“Aye boi, put them guns away with your ball headed ass. You ain’t scaring nobody over here.” We chuckled as I walked past him and the long line of waiting patrons, heading towards the door.
Passions was one of Yolo’s many businesses across Chicago, located just outside of the Forest Park suburb, this one was his favorite. He loved the suburbs feeling that businesses would be more lucrative out there, but the city was my home. It was the one Flava least likely frequented and where he could let his hair down and fuck with a few bussers if he wanted to. See the nigga did his dirt but he did it smooth. Flava never had to worry about no chickens calling her phone harassing her and he always put her on the pedestal she deserved to be on. He never let another disrespect her and for that she never tripped on him about where he was or how late he was out. As long as I’ve known him I’ve never even heard him complain about her blowing up his phone buggin’ about dumb shit. She was classy and knew her place which was right next to his throne; some shit I wished I had.
Every six months this fool changed the color of the club and for these six months the theme was red. I actually liked the way the club was set up with the booths in the far corner for business purposes and the tables on the other side of the dance floor where the regulars couldn�
��t bother them. The stairs to the VIP separated them from the dance floor as well leaving it rather dark in that corner with about five half-moon shaped plush red sofa and table sets. The full glass bar was to my right, all lit up with bright red lighting; making sure that the hundreds of booty shakers could see it and make their way over there to spend some dough. It was popping tonight too. It was still early and it looked like people was already drunk as hell dancing on the floor.
This place was huge, even though from the outside it almost looked like it was nonexistent; if it weren’t for the big ass pink Passions sign out there it probably would be. I made my way through the musty and sweaty crowd; back to the booths where I found Yolo and two of his dudes. They were hugged up on some raggedy looking females while Yo was on the phone looking too serious. It amazed me that this fool could hear anything with Meek Mill and Rick Ross blaring through speakers from the corners of the ceilings as the DJ banged his head hard in his booth thinking and chanting that he was A Boss.
“Aye, Yo. Whaddup?” I said walking up to the table as his goons eyed me from head to toe with raised eyebrows.
“Whaddup nigga? I see you came out boi boi!” Yolo replied calming his goons down when they saw that he knew me as we shook up. He finished up his call immediately. “Hit me back when you know something nigga and not a minute later.”
His goons moved out of the way giving him ample space to get up from his seat as the strobe lights danced throughout the room. Yolo smiled as he grabbed the back of my neck roughly pulling me towards the winding staircase. I followed him up the stairs and past three VIP Passion Rooms to his king-size glass paned office. He looked down on all of the people juking in his establishment, never even cracking a smile.
“You know how much money I make a night in this club alone, Cesar?” Yolo asked firing up a fat ass cigar.
“Naw, shit. But um, since we’re on the subject of money—“
“You know these niggas that run up behind me every day, all day, are nothing but yes men. I don’t need yes men in my crew. I’m thinking about axing all their asses. Ya know?”
“Yeah…yeah…”
“I’m saying them niggas ain’t loyal. I wanna revamp my whole operation. Ya feelin’ me C-Note?” Yolo spoke turning to face me as he lowered his cigar.
“Yeah, I feel you Yo.” The look of shock read on my face cause no one had called me C-Note since my gang bangin’ days. Obviously this nigga had done his homework on me.
“So, I know you a family man and shit, you gone on the straight and narrow. I can respect that.” He said lifting his cigar up to his lips, pointing it slightly my way. “But I know what you capable of. I know what your real potential is and it ain’t working no whack ass job for scraps.”
At that moment it felt like he was insulting me and praising me at the same damn time. I didn’t know whether or not to say fuck him or thank him for his remarks. Instead I remained silent. In this game, silence was golden. It was worth more than thirty bars of gold and I knew how to be a man of few words. Yolo pulled his beaded braids from out of the back of his shirt letting them fall to his back then took a seat extending his hand to offer me one.
“Yolo, I really didn’t want to do this but I feel like with my background ain’t nobody gon’ hire me man. Then Mink fucked my paperwork up.” I couldn’t do anything but lower my head in disgust.
“Aye,” Yolo began in his second culture’s accent, Spanish. “That’s my wife’s sister and all, but that bitch is a hoe. Straight up. She gots to go. I don’t know how you gonna do it but that bitch is nothing but trouble. Ya feel me?”
“Yeah, I feel you. I already know.”
“Okay, you handle that shit. Anyway ain’t nothing wrong with what I do, vatho. I make good dough and have been for years. These cops get their cut and that’s how we’re able to operate the way we want to. Everybody got their hands out but they’re like dogs graveling at my fucking feet. Those are the niggas you feed the scraps too.”
“Aight, Yo. So what you want me to do?” I asked hesitantly, replanting my feet firmly on the ground.
“I don’t need anything from you bro. But I figure you could help yourself by coming aboard the team and becoming what you were born to be.”
I couldn’t deny that I knew exactly what he was talking about. I swear that was a job that I thought I’d never have to do again. It wasn’t all bad but it was the getting caught shit that made me want to quit in the first place. Dismembering bodies while they were still alive and torturing information out of them just to get a one up on the competition was on the agenda and I knew it. I never had trouble sleeping when I did that shit back in the day, and all I had to do was reposition my thoughts inside of my hard exterior so that I felt nothing once more.
“Man, I ain’t trying to do no cleaning work, Yo.” I replied wondering if I could get out of doing any dirty work under his hand.
“You will once I tell you that it’s not the type of cleaning you’re used to.” When he spat that a sense of relief covered my entire body.
“Word?”
“I want you to take my motherfucking business to the next level. I want you to get rid of these clowns for me and find some real worthy, loyal, and trustworthy niggas that never crack a smile and are all about business.” Yolo spat rising from his seat to meet me in front of the desk. “So what do you say? You ready to make some real bread?”
“Shit…you laying a lot on a nigga all at once. I just wanted to do this long enough to get some bread to save or maybe open my own business so I ain’t gotta fucks with no petty jobs like that. What you’re talking is some long term shit, Yo.”
“Nigga, I’m thinking long term. I’ve been knee deep in this shit for 15 years and I’ve lasted this long only because I’ve had real niggas in my corner. But everybody has to go sometime right? I’m just giving you an opportunity to get on. If you stay you stay, but if you go…know there is no coming back.” Yolo said placing his cigar in the ashtray.
I sat there stroking my chin wondering what this fool’s angle was. I mean I knew the cat, but I didn’t really know the cat, never really studied him the way I needed to since I was never really around him. The squinting of his eyes told me that he was all about his business and wasn’t playing any games. It seemed like now or never to give him an answer that this opportunity would not be extended to me again. All that kept replaying over and over again in my head was my son’s voice asking me for something that I couldn’t provide.
“Whew,” I exhaled slowly and reluctantly answered. “alright dude. When do you need me to start?”
“Awe shit, C-Note’s back in the game!” Yolo smirked, making one single clap loudly.
“Naw. C-Note is dead dude. It’s just Cesar now.”
“Oh, I feel you! You on some ol’ grown man shit. Well that’s wassup fool.”
“Yeah, yeah. So what do you need me to do first?” I asked standing to look down out of the window at the crowd.
“You’re at the right place at the right time. You see those fools down there. That one’s Drake and that there is Mo. Now both of those motherfuckas head the trap house over on 65th and Whipple, you know the one. But I believe that either one or both of them fools have been trickin’ and dippin’. I need you to be my second set of eyes out there you feel me.” Yolo said placing his hand firmly on my shoulder.
“Yeah I feel you.”
“Whoever it is, Cesar, I don’t give a fuck. Let me know so I can get rid of the son of bitch. You understand? But it’s up to you to build me a trustworthy trap. Meet them motherfuckas over there at 6am to setup. You heard me?”
“Yeah, yeah. I got you.”
“Cesar, this is your baby now. They’ll be rewards if you make me proud C. Don’t fail me and don’t cross me. Disloyal ass niggas take dirt naps. Ya feel me?”
I didn’t take too kindly to threats but I knew he was just trying to get me to understand that he meant business and that this shit was nothing personal. I would have to prove
myself worthy of his trust just like the next motherfucka and there would be no favoritism or slack cut upon me just because I was kind of like family to him. I couldn’t expect it any other way. I knew what the game was like and this was my choice to jump back in it. Yeah the players change but the game was still the same. I stared blankly out the window feeling crazy that I had found myself back in some shit like this. Feeling like if I failed this and went to jail that I would not only fail myself and the seven years I spent getting my life back on track but I would also fail my son, who was looking up to me and watching everything I did.
“Yeah, Yolo. I feel you dude.” I said gazing down at the dancers noticing a shiny silvery dress swaying its thick thighs through the crowd.
Yolo slammed the half-filled bottle of Jack down on the desk after pouring two carefully filled shots. Even though my attention was elsewhere I kept my focus on him. I was only back in the game for a split second and already my skills had kicked right back into high gear. Only trust who you need to, not one more. I took the shot from him toasting it to the air keeping my eyes locked on his. He was no fool his self and knew how to play it. I was cool with that; cause proving myself was something I was no stranger to.
“Welcome back to the underworld, dog.” Yolo recited before his cheeks curled in shining a smile so bright it could blind.
I didn’t even think to thank him nor did a smile wipe across my face. I wasn’t happy about my decision to enter the ranks again but real men make sure their family eats, no matter what. Still my attention flourished around the silver dress feeling as if I had seen her from somewhere before. The spotlight crept across her face quickly and within that brief second I caught a glimpse of who she was.
“Aye, Yo. I’ll holla at you tomorrow.” I said patting him on the back and heading towards the door.
“Hold fast. Where you going, man?”
“I need to holla at somebody right quick. I got you though, in the morning.” My feet couldn’t move faster out of the door and down the stairs to the dance floor.