by Meesha
Reese, that was my papí, was the Kingpin of Chicago. He was feared and respected by everyone. The people in the communities appreciated him because although he sold drugs and kept the crackheads fed, he put just as much money into the neighborhoods. The Boys & Girls Club on the Southside, the basketball camp on the Northside, and the many homeless shelters around the city were funded by Maurice Williams, better known as Reese.
He had police lieutenants, politicians, judges, and prosecutors on his payroll so he was untouchable. He had a loving wife and his three sons that he took care of. So, for him to be setup and killed didn’t sit well with me. Of course, there were plenty of niggas that hated on him, but there wasn’t anyone dumb enough to come at him in that way. I believed it was an inside job but didn’t have proof, but what happened in the dark always comes to light.
Mauricio went to School at the University of Chicago he got his degree in business because he made that promise to our parents. I was currently in my second year to get a degree in accounting because that was the promise I made. My younger brother, Maximo graduated high school a couple months ago, but didn’t have any plans to attend college. Big Jim had him slanging dope at fourteen and there wasn’t shit me or Mauricio could do to get him away from the fast money.
I had my suspicions about Big Jim. Papí was getting money hand over fist. I knew there was money from their life insurance policy, as well as the money from the sales of our home, cars, and everything else. But my brothers and I had to work our asses off in the streets to have money in our pockets.
Big Jim got knocked for a murder charge a year ago but he was still running shit from behind bars. He had his right-hand Floyd handling shit on the street and we worked under him. I wasn’t feeling that because the shit should’ve gone to Ricio. All of the drugs and the territory was started by papí. Without him, Big Jim wouldn’t have nothing.
I went back in the trap after Ricio left and waited for the crew to come through to clean up the mess he’d made. I told everybody else to move around until shit was straight. Looking at the bodies that laid on the floor lifelessly, I had to walk away. There was a knock on the back door at the same moment my cell pinged with a text. Snatching it from my hip, I looked at the message and it was from Polo. He was the head of the cleanup crew. Opening the door, I stepped aside to let them in.
“What up, Sosa. What are we looking at?” he asked walking down the hallway.
“That damn Mauricio blasted two muthafuckas, sending them to meet their maker.”
As we entered the room where the bodies were, Polo whistled loudly. “Damn, Ricio! What the fuck did baby girl do to that nigga? He is lucky I’m good at cleaning up messes like this. That nigga needs to calm his ass down before he has more enemies than he wants to have. It doesn’t matter that he pays well, he is like a brother to me and I would hate for someone to come for him.”
“I had a talk with him before he left and I hoped he took what I said to heart. All will be good, fam. Since you are here, I was gon’ hit you up tonight anyway. Ricio’s birthday is tomorrow and I have a surprise party planned on Friday night. We will be at Paradise Kitty’s on Ontario, won’t you come through and show the nigga some love. It will be an all-white party.”
“Hell yeah, I’ll be there. You know I couldn’t miss out on celebrating my nigga’s day. Text me all the details.” He said as he and his workers started cleaning.
I wasn’t about to watch them scoop up brain matter, so I went to the kitchen and sat down at the table. Talking about Mauricio’s party with Polo reminded me that I needed to call Nija. She was the one I needed to get that nigga to the club.
Scrolling through my contacts, I pressed on her name and listened to the phone ring in my ear. I was about to hang up because I thought she wasn’t going to answer, but she picked it up before it went to voicemail. I was glad she did because I wasn’t leaving a message.
“Hey, Sosa. No, I haven’t seen Ricio.” She said into the phone.
“I’m not looking for him, I need to ask a favor. You know his birthday is tomorrow. I’m throwing him a party at Paradise Kitty on Friday. I need you to get him to the club for me. You are the only one I know that can get him there without raising suspicion.”
She was quiet for a few seconds before she spoke. “Oh, that’s great, Sosa. This party will lift his spirits since they are always low on his birthday. I will figure out a way to get him there, keep me posted. Is there anything else?”
“Nah, that’s all I need. Thank you so much Nija, you always come through for his crazy ass. Too bad he don’t realize he has a gem in you.”
Nija hung up without responding to what I’d said. I tossed my phone on the table because I shouldn’t have said that shit to her. I knew she loved his ass and he loved her too, but he couldn’t leave the other hoes alone. Nija wasn’t the type to play second fiddle to any nigga, that’s what I liked about her. She stood up to his ass when he was wrong.
My phone buzzed on the table. Picking it up, I pressed the button to bring the screen to life and I had a text message. When I opened it, the biggest smile appeared on my face, it was a bitch named Jessica. She reached out at the right time, I needed the gushy that rested between her thighs to get my mind off the craziness of today.
Jessie: Are you coming to see me tonight?
Me: Yeah, I’m handling business right now, but I’ll hit you when I’m on my way.
Jessie: Okay, I’ll get her ready for you, baby.
I hated when she called me that shit, the only thing we did was fucked. There weren’t any feelings involved this way, it stopped at me smashing, getting in those guts. I wasn’t trying to be in a relationship with not one bitch. I was free to do whomever and whenever without anybody breathing down my back. I didn’t even give them reason to believe it could go further.
“Polo, how much longer will y’all be? I got some shit I need to dive into.”
“Give me about thirty minutes and we will be out of your hair.”
They made good time because I was on the road to Jessica’s crib forty minutes later. Speeding along the Dan Ryan expressway pushing the petal to the metal doing damn near a hundred miles an hour. Pussy would have a nigga breaking all kinds of laws to get to it, if that shit was good.
***
Pulling up on Jessica’s block there were niggas out everywhere. That was the only thing I hated about coming to her spot. It was like time stood still when I stepped out of my midnight black Mercedes Coupe. I always dressed to the nines, it didn’t matter what day of the week it was. Seeing me looking like a throwaway was never going to happen.
That day I had on a pair of white Balmain jeans, with a white Balmain tee that hugged my chest with my tats on display for all to see. I had on a pair of white Burberry ‘Perforated checked’ sneakers, yeah, I was on my all white kick for the day. The way the hoes were drooling, I knew I was looking good as fuck.
Being a light skinned nigga that was five feet eight inches tall with a low fade, bitches flocked to me like bees to honey. I looked more like my ma and the Dominican bloodline was strong. With a healthy joint to match.
I walked slowly up the walkway to Jessica’s house and rang the doorbell. Turning around with my back facing the door, I glanced around the block and all eyes were still on me. I hit the alarm button on my key fob as I heard the locks turning from the inside of the house.
The door opened and Jessie was standing in the doorway looking sexy as she wanted to be. My lip instantly went between my teeth as I looked at her. She stepped to the side and allowed me entrance to her home. Before she closed the door, one of the niggas hollered out to her.
“What up, Jessica, wit yo’ fine ass?”
She closed the door after waving and I laughed. Niggas always tried to stunt like they were proving a point. Shid, I didn’t give a fuck. His ass could come through as soon as I left that muthafucka, she wasn’t mine. That was the reason I traveled with gold wrappers, I didn’t know what went on when I wasn’t arou
nd.
Jessie sashayed her ass over to the couch where I sat. The way her hips swayed from side to side in the short skirt she wore, had my dick growing rapidly. Sitting down on my lap, she tried to kiss me in my mouth and I turned my head quickly. She scrunched up her face like she didn’t know why she couldn’t put her lips on me.
“Don’t act like you don’t know the rules, Jessie. We ain’t never shared a kiss and we will not start today. Stand up,” I said pulling an extra-large Magnum out of my pocket.
Kicking off my shoes, I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. I lifted up off the couch and eased my pants down along with my boxers, draping them neatly on the coffee table. I stroked my pipe to life and covered him with the condom.
“Come sit on this muthafucka, Jessie.”
She didn’t hesitate to comply with what I asked of her. Raising the skirt over her thighs to her waist, I could see her ass cheeks from the front. That was one of her key attributes that I loved and I couldn’t get enough of it. She straddled my lap and lowered her cat slowly on my dick. The head was the only part that entered her tunnel and she was constricting her muscles tightly around it.
“Mmmmmm, shit.” I mumbled lowly. This shit happened every time I fucked her ass, she always had to tease a muthafucka first. I didn’t come over for this love making shit, I came to fuck. Grabbing her firmly by the waist, I slammed her down on my erection.
“Ooooouuuu, yes!” Jessie screamed out as she rotated her hips. With every grind she had my toes curling. Her pussy was good and it seemed like it got tighter every time I came over. I didn’t know what the fuck she did to keep that muthafucka in tip top shape, but she needed to keep it up.
I lowered my hand to her ass and inserted my middle finger deep inside. That’s what she wanted, because she started bucking hard on my finger. I removed my finger and cupped her ass in my hands and stood up. Changing the position, I lowered her onto the couch with her knees resting on the cushions. She tooted her ass in the air because she knew what was about to happen.
“Open that ass up for me.” I said standing back a little while she got herself ready for me.
Dropping to my knees with my joint in my hand, she reached back and spread her cheeks wide. I spit on her asshole and watched it cascade down the crack of her ass. Taking my thumb, I rubbed up and down until her ass was lubed up just right. I guided my dick to her dookie chute and inserted it slowly.
“Yes, Papi! You know how I like it. Fuck this ass the way I like it,” she purred.
I got lost between her cheeks and started moving in and out faster. Her ass was contracting and making a popping sound that had my dick bricked up. Jessie was the only bitch I fucked that liked to get it in the ass and I loved that shit. She was throwing it back on me like she was running a marathon.
“Damn I love the way your ass grips my dick. You ready to take all this shit, girl?”
“Yessss, give it all to me.” she moaned reaching back to cupping my balls.
The way I was slamming in her back doe, any other bitch would’ve been hollering stop. Jessie wanted me to keep going. That’s why she was my star player. There was no limit to the things I could do to her. Feeling my nut tingling the very balls that she was gripping, I sped up my pace. My left hand went between her legs and I rubbed her bud fast and hard while I continued to open up her ass.
“I’m about to cum, Sosa!” she screamed out.
I continued to rub her clit and I felt it getting hard on my fingers. That was the cue to let me know she was about to make it rain in that muthafucka. I kept pounding my dick in and out of Jessie and her moans became louder. She started cursing my ass out because she was trying her best to hold that shit in.
“Yes, you nasty muthafucka! Fuck my ass harder, I’m about to cum!”
“Stop talking about the shit and let it go, Jessie. Uhhhhh, Uhhhhh, sssssss, shit!” I said trying to hold off on shooting my nut before she got hers.
I may have been a hard core nigga, but I made sure I left my mark on a bitch. I aimed to please and being selfish was not my forte. Stroking her clit faster, I felt the splash between her legs and the squeal followed behind it.
“Oooooouuuuu! Yessss! Aaaaaaah!” Jessie moaned while throwing her ass into my pelvis.
“Grrrrrrr, aaahhhhh, fuckkkkkk!”
I came so hard that my vision blurred and I got lightheaded. Her ass was better than any pussy I had the liberty of fucking. That is the reason she would forever stay on my roster. Making sure I released all of my babies, I gathered my strength and eased my dick out. She plopped on the couch face first and I backed up. Leaving her laying there, I made my way to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
Flushing the condom down the toilet, I turned the water on in the shower before lifting the toilet seat to piss. Sleep was trying to make an appearance but I had shit to do. Plus, the only thing I did at a bitch house was fuck. There was never a time that I laid my head down and slept, unless it was at my own crib.
After stepping into the shower, the hot water cascaded down my body. I snatched up the bar of soap lathering every inch of me before stepping back under the spray of water. I placed my hand on the shower wall closing my eyes.
The images of my mom laid in the open casket appeared. Tears escaped my eyes easily. The last day I saw my mom was displayed vividly before my eyes. My blood started boiling and I instantly got mad. Every time a flashback appeared, someone ended up dying. Sometimes I could control it, other times I couldn’t.
I jumped out of the shower and grabbed a towel out of the linen closet and dried off. Leaving the shower running for Jessica, I wrapped the towel around my waist. As I walked down the hall, I could see Jessie sifting through my pockets with her back turned.
The water was still running in the shower so, she assumed I was still in the bathroom. One thing I hated was a thieving bitch. If she needed something, all she had to do was ask a nigga and she would receive. With the way her ass felt, her stupid ass could get whatever the fuck she wanted from me. But she opted to take it.
Standing in the cut watching her ass, I wanted to see what she was going to do. She peeled off exactly seven hundred dollars because all I had on me were hundred-dollar bills. She put the money in her bra and put the rest back in my left front pocket. I pushed off the wall and started whistling as I walked into the room. She tried to sit back on the couch like she wasn’t just going through a nigga’s pocket. I laughed to myself because if I was a gullible nigga, I would’ve got ganked.
“What you doing, ma?” I asked calmly.
“I—nothing, just waiting on you. Are you about to head out, or are you gonna stay this time?” she asked sadly.
I held my head down because I couldn’t believe this bitch was trying to play the ‘being sad to see me go’ role. “Jessie, you know I respect you like no other right?” She shook her head up and down. “You know if you need anything you can ask me for it, right?” shaking her head yeah again, I stormed toward her and grabbed her by her shirt. Reaching into her bra, I pulled out my money and slapped her ass with it.
Slap!
The bills went tumbling to the floor and her head whipped to the side. She chose to steal from me on the wrong day because the nigga that came out the bathroom, wasn’t the same muthafucka that went in. I fucked up niggas but I didn’t like when I had to beat the fuck out of a bitch. Jessie fucked up when she put her hand in the wrong cookie jar for a come up.
“If you know that all the fuck you had to do was ask, why the hell did you decide to steal from me?”
“I’m sorry, Sosa. I didn’t think you would notice it was gone.” She had the audacity to say.
Before I knew it, I’d punched her in the face a couple times. I hit her so hard blood flew out of her mouth. She tried to cover her face but my punches were too fast for her. I slapped the shit out of her and tossed her ass on the floor. Bending over to hit her ass I again, I stopped myself. I let the towel drop and put on my clothes.
Buckling my p
ants, I glared at her with disgust written on my face. “Don’t ever dial my phone again. If I see your thieving ass again you better run in the opposite direction. Bitch I’m finished fucking with you! You are lucky as hell that I have a conscience because I could’ve left yo’ hoe ass in this bitch stankin’ over seven bills.” I gritted as I stepped over her and walked out the door.
Chapter 3
Nija
My family moved to Chicago nine years ago when my mom got a promotion at her job. It was hard for me because leaving my friends wasn’t something I wanted to do, but I didn’t have a choice in the matter. Things were already kind of messed up in our household when my father left us to be with another woman. He showed up one day with a beautiful baby girl that was six months old at the time, in his arms. Yes, he brought the baby with him to tell my mama he was leaving her.
He still did what he was supposed to do and helped take care of my sister and I, but the situation damn near broke my mama. That’s one of the reasons she didn’t hesitate to take the job offer that relocated us. When we pulled up to the house in the Evergreen Park neighborhood, I fell in love with it from the start. That didn’t mean I was happy to be there though. There were a couple teenaged girls sitting on the porch across the street. They appeared to be the around the age of my sister Nihiyah who was fourteen at the time.
Once the girls came over introducing themselves, my sister had three friends in less than ten minutes and I was standing there looking stupid. We had a week before we would start school and I already knew it was going to be hell trying to adjust. I watch the movers maneuver the furniture off the truck for a little bit before I went into the house to claim my room.
The house was much bigger than the apartment we had back in Oklahoma City, and I was glad about that. Nihiyah and I shared a room back home and I needed my own space to do what I wanted without having my every move watched. Climbing the stairs, I glanced down the right side of the hall, there were two bedrooms with a bathroom not too far away. I turned to look to my left and there was a bedroom that stood alone at the end of the hall.