by Twyla T.
I had a bomb ass lawyer who I paid a shit load of money to, and his ass came through for me. He found loopholes all in that bullshit raid and even found out there was no proper warrant to search my house. They knew I flushed drugs because they saw me, but because they didn’t have the drugs on hand, they were only able to stick me with ten years, in which I served only five after taking a plea. That was a hell of a lot better than the fifteen to twenty those bastards were talking about at first. My lawyer advised me to take the plea and not go to court. I trusted his ass so that’s what I did. After I got arrested, I never saw or heard from Jamal since. I guess I was wrong about that little bitch being my muthafuckin brother from another mother after all.
“Who the fuck got my baby??” Kamora screamed, snapping Demetrius out of his thoughts. “I’m tired of sitting around and not doing shit. Fuck what you said, I’m going back out,” Kamora continued. She was fed up and felt like she wasn’t doing enough. She knew that Demetrius had a street team and they were searching around the clock, but she couldn’t help feeling like she wasn’t doing enough. Kamora had bags and black circles under her eyes due to the lack of sleep, and the weight loss from all the stress was starting to show. Demetrius did everything in his power to try and keep her calm, but there wasn’t much working anymore. He watched as she put on her tennis shoes, then put her hair into a pony tail. From the look on her determined face, there would be no stopping her because her mind was made up. As she made her way towards the door, she stopped in her tracks when Demetrius started questioning her.
“So, where you wanna go to Kamora? You don’t think I been doing every got damn thang in my power to find Dee? I don’t want you caught up in no muthafuckin bullshit, but you ain’t feeling what I’m doing… so where the fuck you wanna go?” Demetrius fumed.
“I… just want… my… my… baby back!” Kamora broke down crying and said through tears. Demetrius went to her and wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly.
“Shhh… we’re gonna get him back baby. You gotta be strong. Lil man gon be alright!” Demetrius said while holding her and kissing her tears away.
Chapter 6
“What’s wrong with you, Nikki?” Kamora asked while sitting in Olive Garden, sipping on wine and playing over her Caesar salad.
“Girl, I’m just glad you decided to take a minute to relax. I can’t even imagine how you are feeling, but I’m praying constantly, and I believe that D’Mani will be found safely,” Nikki told her friend.
“Demetrius has been trying his best to get me to relax, but that’s impossible. This shit is crazy, but I’m glad to be here with you to have a moment of peace,” Kamora said and was cut off with her phone ringing. She looked at the screen and saw Brook’s name on the screen. She sighed and finally answered. Brooklyn was checking in on Kamora and wanted an update. Kamora had been feeling some type of way about how Brook had been acting, but she updated her anyway. In her mind, she was still pissed off about the whole situation revolving Demetrius and Brook and now Brook and her new man Jay, but she knew she couldn’t worry about those things at the moment. D’Mani was her primary focus.
After hanging up with Brook, Kamora looked across the booth and found Nikki staring off into space. “Nikki, what’s wrong with you, sweetie?”
“Kamora, you have so much going on and my problems are petty. I’m probably just over reacting anyway,” Nikki said barely above a whisper.
“If you don’t tell me what’s going on right now,” Kamora threatened.
Nikki sighed and eventually started talking. “It’s just that for the past month, Ken has been acting strange. My gut is telling me that he is cheating.” A tear fell down Nikki’s left cheek, but she continued. “He’s been working late and coming home smelling like perfume. One day, I picked up his phone by mistake, and he pushed me down hard on the couch to take it back from me,” Nikki said as her tears were running freely.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry Nikki!” Kamora said as she got up and went to give her friend a hug. Nikki cried more when Kamora wrapped her arms around her.
“There’s more,” Nikki sobbed. “He says he’s not cheating, but how in the hell would I get Chlamydia when I haven’t been fucking anybody but him?” Nikki stated more than asked. Kamora was speechless. All of a sudden, she felt sick to her stomach and had to rush to the bathroom.
About five minutes later, Kamora walked out of the stall after throwing up the little bit of food she had eaten and ran into Nikki. “Are you okay?” Nikki asked with concern etched on her face. Kamora rinsed her mouth out and told her friend that she was fine, even though she didn’t feel fine.
“That probably happened because I was drinking and haven’t been eating. I’m starving now,” Kamora tried to say with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Are you okay? I hate all of this is happening to you. This is supposed to be one of the happiest moments in your life,” Kamora said with sympathy.
“I’m fine girl!” Nikki lied. Her concern had shifted back to her friend and making sure that she was alright. “Let’s go get you some food since you’re hungry. You really need to eat,” Nikki stated.
“Well damn, you ain’t gotta say it like that!” Kamora mockingly said. Kamora knew she needed to do get herself together because she had been making herself sick. Demetrius even threatened to take her to the doctor, but she promised to do better. Lord, please let my baby be okay! Please! Kamora silently pleaded to herself. They finished up with their lunch, and Kamora ate everything, which shocked her. Not ready to go back to her drab house, Kamora prompted Nikki to talk about her feelings. Just for a moment, Nikki’s problems would help take her mind off of missing D’Mani. She felt overwhelmingly bad for her friend, since she was in the middle of planning a wedding and now things seemed to be making a turn for the worse. Nikki loved Ken with all of her heart. She lived for him, and he was her everything. Kamora always felt like her friend could have done much better, but she never judged her. After she felt like she had socialized enough, she sped their lunch along. Her thoughts and her focus were now back on D’Mani, and she needed to call Demetrius for an update.
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“I swear to God, if something happens to my lil nigga, these streets won’t be ready for the muthafuckin storm that’s coming behind it. I can understand these bitch ass niggas coming after me. But to take my little man? Oh, Hell No! Somebody is going to pay heavily for this shit!” Demetrius exclaimed to Peanut.
“I’m wit you one hunnid percent boss! No doubt about that shit!” Peanut retorted. “I been thinking bout our other situation. You made a lot of sense, and it’s been on my mind heavy. This beef that’s been going on, I think we looking in the wrong direction like you said,” Peanut continued.
“Yeah, we gon get to the bottom of that shit too. It’s just that my main focus been on Dee, and I appreciate you stepping up and handling shit while I been occupied,” Demetrius said while giving Peanut some dap.
Demetrius pulled his Glock 35 out, kicked the door down to an abandoned house they were standing at, and proceeded inside. Going from room to room, he searched thoroughly for any signs that someone had been there recently. He and Peanut had been personally checking all locations where they would take a nigga if the tables were turned, but they kept coming up empty fucking handed.
“FUUCCCKKKK!!!” Demetrius screamed to the top of his lungs in frustration. His phone rang, and Kamora’s picture popped on the screen. He knew she was calling for an update, and he was tired as hell of telling her the same damn thing over and over. Shit had gotten old. “Hey baby!” he finally answered after staring at her beautiful smile for a few seconds. He patiently listened to her talk about her lunch date with Nikki and heard the peace in her voice that he hadn’t heard in a few weeks. He wished that he had some better news for her but, the reality was, he was stuck and didn’t know which way to turn. When he broke the news to her that there was no change, she didn’t break down this time, and he was silently thankfu
l. He made his usual promise that he would continue to give it his all, and she was okay with his response. They were both frustrated with the cops because it seemed like they weren’t doing all that they could be doing. At times, it seemed more as if they were suspects instead of victims. Demetrius let Kamora handle the cops because of his record. Even though she had given them Marquez’s information, he knew they were watching him like a hawk, and that was one of the reasons why he allowed Peanut to take over the day to day operations. Everything was running smooth, so Demetrius had no regrets. He just needed to find D’Mani quick, fast, and in a muthafuckin hurry.
Later that night, Demetrius walked in and found Kamora watching the news like she had been doing every day since D’Mani had been gone. The stress was crystal clear on her face. Before now, she never watched the news; she always kept up with the news on social media, preferably Twitter. Twitter got all the news at least twenty-four whole hours before Facebook. People had been retweeting her posts about D’Mani constantly, but still there were no leads. Kamora was overwhelmed by the love and support she was being shown, and she was praying constantly for the safe return of her baby boy.
Demetrius walked over to Kamora and kissed her on the forehead, then moved down to her sweet lips. They both had been giving it their all to find D’Mani, and they were stressed to the max. Sex may have crossed both of their minds, but neither of them spoke on it, but Demetrius knew he needed to relieve some pressure right then. He knew Kamora needed to do the same thing. She kissed him back eagerly, and it was confirmed that she needed him just as much as he needed her. After kissing her again, he tried to pull her up when he felt her hesitation. Knowing exactly what was on her mind, he sighed and took a deep breath before responding. “I know with all this shit that’s been going on, that Brooklyn situation is still in the back of your mind. Go on and get it out now because I don’t wanna hear about it no mo. She’s your cousin, but fuck her. On that level,” Demetrius simply said.
After sighing, Kamora finally spoke. “Yeah, I’ve been going back and forth in my head on what to do about that. It’s no secret that I love you. I hate you fucked my cousin, but I believe you when you said she was just a jump off. I know how she is. I just don’t wanna be hurt,” she said as a single tear ran down her left cheek. Demetrius kissed it off and told her that he would never intentionally do anything to hurt her and told her that he loved her too. He pulled her up and hugged and squeezed her tightly.
“I’m wit you, ma… I just need you to trust and believe in me,” Demetrius told her. She shook her head yes, then he pulled her chin up and kissed her sensually. His initial plan was to walk in and fuck the shit out of her, but his mind changed. Her body needed to be catered to.
Leading her to the master bedroom, he instructed her to take off all of her clothes while he went to run a hot bubble bath, filling it with one of the lavender fragranced bottles that was in the cabinet. It was the one he saw her use the most, so he figured it was her favorite. After he was done, he led her inside of the spacious bathroom, and she stepped in. The water was hot as fuck, but she loved it like that. It was too damn hot for him, which was why he decided he wasn’t getting in. He went into the kitchen and threw back a double shot of Hennessy, then came back and hopped in the shower while Kamora soaked and relaxed.
As he was getting out of the shower, he saw Kamora making a move to get up. He dried himself off quickly. As she reached for a towel, he grabbed her wrist to stop her and confidently told her that he was going to lick her dry. For the first time in a long time, Kamora giggled and smirked and told him to have his way, which was exactly what he planned on doing anyway. Man, I missed her laugh, even if it was small, Demetrius expressed to himself inwardly. Taking her hands and leading her to the bed, he lived up to his promise and licked her body from head to toe, making her squirm the entire time. Demetrius kissed his way back up her thighs and parted those sweet lips of hers that rested between her legs. He rotated between sucking and licking her clit, causing her to come within minutes.
Next, he tongue fucked her thoroughly while holding her in place with one arm and using his other thumb to rub her clit simultaneously; Kamora grabbed one of the pillows and put it over her face and screamed into it. Removing the pillow, she softly moaned and begged him to put his big dick inside of her. “Come again for me, baby; then your wish is my command,” he commanded her between licks. It was like her body yielded to his because after he told her to come again, she started shooting like a fountain, and Demetrius swallowed every drop that he could. “Damn… you taste good as fuck,” he said as he stood up and entered her slowly. Kamora winced at the pain from his stroke and wondered why the hell she was so sensitive. Demetrius leaned down and passionately kissed her on her lips, and she tasted herself mixed with Hennessy on his mouth. He slowed his pace, trying to savor every moment with her. Within moments, she was throwing her pussy back at him, and he began stroking her deeply.
“Shit… you feel so good!” Kamora moaned with her eyes closed. Demetrius told her to open her eyes and she obliged. He stroked her long and hard, hitting her G-spot with every thrust while looking into her eyes.
He removed himself from her and flipped her over and slid back into her wetness. “Look at us baby! Look at that shit!” Demetrius said while looking in the mirror. Kamora looked up and watched his nine and a half inches slide in and out of her. The shit turned her on even more, and she threw her ass back at him. Demetrius knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer with her throwing her pussy back on him like that, so he didn’t even fight it when he felt his nut rising. “Come with me baby! Come now!” he instructed her, and she did just that while collapsing onto the bed with him falling beside her. As they both tried to recover from their love making, he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her shoulder then neck.
“I love you, Smoke,” Kamora honestly expressed and giggled.
“What I tell you bout that shit?” Demetrius jokingly asked while laughing. “I will always be Demetrius to you, and I love you too babe!” he continued and pulled her closer to him. Afterwards, they both laid there thinking about D’Mani and how much they needed him back, so their family could be complete, before drifting off to sleep.
Chapter 7
Coco was riding down 285 listening to her girl K. Michelle sing ‘Love em All’, while her mind was running a mile per minute. She was sick and tired of Jay’s shit and had been doing a little investigating. With knowing so much of his dirt, one would think he would treat her better, but he was just a complete asshole. Coco was headed to meet with one of the heavy hitters in the streets. She knew Jay had been targeting them and was planning to take them out one by one, while making it look like it wasn’t him. It was a bitch move and he knew it, but Jay didn’t give zero fucks. Coco had been going back and forth about which plan she was going to use. Her life depended on it. Almost thirty-five minutes later, she was pulling up to the location she was given by one of her home girls. She parked her car across the street and saw someone walking out. She glanced at the picture in her phone and confirmed that it was Peanut. “Damn, this was perfect timing. It must be my lucky day,” Coco said to herself.
Even though her mind was not made up, Coco was forced to get out of the car before she missed this opportunity. She didn’t know whether or not she wanted to act like she wanted to buy some Kush, bring up the kidnapping to spark up a conversation, or just come straight out and tell the truth. Each topic she had would be of interest to Peanut, she was certain. By the time she reached Peanut, she called out to him, and he turned around and looked her up and down with a narrow gaze. “Lemme holla at you for a minute,” Coco pleaded once she caught up with him. Peanut instantly put his hand on his 9mm Glock, and Coco swiftly raised both of her hands up in surrender. “I’m here to help you,” Coco confessed with her hands still raised above her head. She didn’t drop them to her side until Peanut moved his hand away from his Glock.
“What’s up?” he finally asked her.
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“I really don’t know how to say this, but I know some shit that I’m sure would be very valuable information to you. Talking out here wouldn’t be a very wise thing to do though,” Coco insisted while looking around nervously. A part of her wanted to turn around and leave because she loved Jay. However, she was fucking tired of fighting bitches and being replaced every other week, so she decided to go forth with her plan. She would tell Peanut just enough but not everything in one day. She knew she was going to need a new meal ticket, so she was plotting for that as well.
Peanut looked Coco up and down, admiring her big round ass. He could tell she was a gutta chick. Whatever she wanted, he was pretty sure that she would let him get the pussy too. So, he gave in and led her slide inside, while wondering what the fuck she could possibly know that would be valuable to him. He let her walk in front of him and smacked her on the ass. She gasped and giggled and playfully rolled her eyes. When they finally made it inside the trap house, Peanut tried to decide if he wanted to fuck then talk or talk then fuck. What she might have had to say was wrecking his brain, so he decided business needed to come first then pleasure. “Talk!” he scolded her.
Hearing the irritation in his voice, Coco let the information flow out of her mouth like a river ran through it. By the time she finished, Peanut stood there puzzled, staring at her, wondering if everything she said was true and trying to figure out how much more she knew and was leaving out. “So, what the fuck you gaining from all of this?” Peanut finally asked her.
“I ain’t gaining shit! I just think the shit is foul, and I’m tired of his grimy ass ways!” Coco replied easily. Peanut paced the floor, then pulled his phone out. “You gonna have to protect me. I can get killed behind this shit,” Coco pleaded.