Long As You Know Who You Belong To 2

by Bri Noreen

  He took a step back and his eyes roamed my body with hunger. I basked in his gaze. I could feel the love and admiration radiating from his stare, and it electrified me. Who the fuck was this man, and why would God allow me to forget someone who made me feel this way? He whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. In one swift stride, he was up on me. He turned me around so that my back touched his chest, eased his hands down my flat stomach, and grabbed my pussy. It throbbed in his hand, and I sucked in a breath. My back arched, and I pushed my ass into him as he eased his fingers inside my panties and found out how wet he was making me. Fondling my breasts, I moaned out loud at the sensation of him stirring my juices and sucking on my neck at the same time. Goose bumps covered my body as the beginning of an orgasm started to roll. We were only four minutes in, and he already had me riding the wave.

  The first orgasm was soft and erotic like it knew that it was just the precursor for what was to come. My moans were delicate and escaped from my mouth sounding like a mating call. I was urging…no begging him to continue making me feel good. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, and I can say that I had never felt more secure. I turned around to face him. I took in his beautiful face, his oatmeal colored skin, sea green eyes wrapped in long, dark lashes, his emerging beard, and his full lips. Reaching up, I held his face in my hands.

  “Make me remember please,” I whispered.

  Without another word, he wrapped his arms around my waist, hoisted me up and secured my legs around his waist. He attacked my lips and ran his hands roughly through my hair. I fumbled with his belt while returning the kiss. I was anxious to feel him inside of me. He started moving toward the couch, but the anticipation must have gotten to him because we only made it to the wall. Gently pressing me against it, he let his pants and boxers fall and used his free hand to guide himself inside me.

  “My Goddd!”I hissed.

  All he could do was grunt in return. I shut my eyes and mouth tight because I was sure that I was about to let out a scream that was going to shatter some glass. He used the hand that was around my waist to slam my body into his at a steady rhythm, and I swear I saw stars. He gripped my ass with force at the same time that his head fell into the crook of my neck. I let my nails travel he length of his back and dug in as he hit my spot. The long, deep strokes he was giving me coupled with the friction of my thong rubbing against my clit caused me to whimper against his ear. His body twitched slightly and that was all she wrote.

  He used his left hand to hold himself up against the wall and the other to control the speed at which he forced my body into his. Our rhythm was in sync, and I could feel myself on the brink of losing my got damn mind. He was doing things to my body that I had only ever dreamed about, and for a moment, I felt delirious.

  “I love yooouu!” I sang as I felt the orgasm rip through me. I hadn’t meant to say that, but it felt so natural that it had just eased out of my mouth without much thought. The orgasm was violent. I felt like I had just exploded into a million pieces and rained down on him like confetti.

  “Blu, baby! Fuccckkk!” he yelled as he spilled himself inside of me. He held me close to his body as he rode the aftershocks of his orgasm. We stayed wrapped up in each other’s arms for a few more moments until he gave me a light tap on the thigh. I unhooked my legs from around his waist and eased off his glistening dick and weakly landed on my feet. My whole body felt like Jell-o. He looked at me and smiled.

  “That ain’t even the half.”

  He started putting his clothes back on and I followed suit. Once we were both dressed, we took a seat on the couch and looked at each other with anticipation of what was coming next. He looked hesitant so I spoke first. “There’re some things that I have to tell you. You might not like them,” I said.

  “Ditto, ma. Fuckin’ ditto.”

  Grey

  August 2015

  I met with Brandin as soon as I hopped off the jet. I got him up to speed with what I had found out. The mothafuckas that were behind everything were the sons of my old connect, Jorge Nueva. I was glad to have found out who had been the cause of the bullshit, but I was confused as to why the fuck they were after me. I had suffered just like they had when Jorge went down. I lost my source of income and Jorge was like a mentor to me, so I couldn’t understand the motive behind them coming after me and Ma Dukes. And apparently that wasn’t all that they had done.

  Kimani had hit me up a few hours ago to tell me about Blu, and to let me know he had some real shit to tell me in person. The shit really blew my mind. All the heartache my brother went through thinking that he had lost his girl, all because these dumb niggas had some beef with me? After going over security footage from all of my businesses including Blaze’s shop, I found out that one of them niggas had been in touch with her too. I had no clue what they could’ve done or said to her, but both of them half Mexican-ass mothafuckas were as good as dead once I got my hands on them. I had called an emergency meeting with my team that was set to take place tomorrow so we could figure out how to handle them niggas for good. Even Kimani wanted to be in attendance, and I couldn’t say I blamed him. There would be nothing or no one on this fucking planet that would stop me from getting at them niggas if they fucked with Blaze. Nothing. But tonight I just wanted to chill with my baby before all hell broke loose.

  I walked into my house and tossed the keys on the foyer table. A nigga was tired a hell. I could tell that Blaze wasn’t home because her shoes weren’t at the door like they normally were when she fell through. I did notice that she had been here recently because she had taken my G Wagon and left her Audi in the garage. Disappointed that she wasn’t here to rub a nigga’s back and chill with me, I walked over to the bar and fixed myself a quick drink. I turned on the TV in the living room, sat on the sofa, and propped my feet up on the ottoman. It didn’t take long for my ass to doze off. Guess that’s why I never saw the call from Nine.

  Kimani

  August 2015

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I groaned to myself.

  Today should have been the happiest day of my life but instead it was clouded with more bullshit than I could handle. Blu was back. And the moment she came strutting into the club, the heaviness in my heart had been released. I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders and that I could finally breathe. But that feeling was short-lived once Blu got to telling me what she had been up to the past few months. After she gave me all the details behind her fake death, I knew that Grey and I were screwed. It was like the shit was never ending!

  I had been holding on to something that would probably fuck my brother and I’s relationship up completely but more importantly it could possibly be the very thing that ended his life. After I got a hotel room for Blu an hour away from the city, I hopped in my whip and gunned it to Grey’s crib. My eyes darted back and forth to the clock as I prayed that I got to my brother before shit really got fucked up.

  Karma

  August 2015

  Tonight was the night that I would make my move. Nine had come through with her people just like she had said she would. We were going to get that mothafucka so that I could fuck up his world. Oh, how fucking sweet it would be to see the look on his face when he realized that a bitch wasn’t really dead. Just the thought was better than any present, orgasm, or shopping spree a simple bitch could dream of. I was finally going to get my revenge.

  I felt bad for leaving Roman behind after all that he had done for me, but fuck him right now. He was doing too much anyway. All that planning and exacting he’d done, and nothing had gone right. He was back at square one. I didn’t have another two years to sit around twiddling my thumbs to come up with another half-baked plan bound to fail. I had to finally admit to myself, the team thing had never really been my forte. I was an independent bitch who worked better alone, and my current situation proved it. I was going to get this mothafucka while Roman’s ass was somewhere twisting in the wind. I was sad to have to let the dick go, but go
od dick wasn’t hard to find and once I tortured and killed Grey, I would start my manhunt.

  I sat in the car waiting for Nine to hop back in. She had run in the gas station, but she’d been gone for over five minutes. Just when I was about to get out and go looking for the bitch, she eased back in the whip.

  “All right, let’s go,” she said. I put the key in the ignition and pulled off in the direction of Grey’s home. “Remember, move on my command. Don’t do nothing crazy.”

  I just drove without saying anything. Somebody should’ve told that bitch. My middle name was crazy.

  Roman

  August 2015

  “You got everything?” I asked Israel.

  “Stop checking my every move, nigga. We’re good.”

  We were done wasting time. This fuck nigga was getting bodied tonight. We had done enough stalling and planning. I had been investing time and money into taking everything from that nigga and making him suffer. That’s the revenge I really wanted. I wanted to strip him of everything and everyone that made him who he was. I wanted him to know how it felt to fucking lose. My family had meant everything to me, and I had lost everything in one swoop because a snitch nigga couldn’t do his fucking time. I strongly believed that the punishment should fit the crime, but at this point, I didn’t have the fucking energy to start all over. Taking his life was going to have to be enough.

  The plan was to run up on this nigga at his crib and body him. It was the place where he was most vulnerable and had the least amount of security. Because of his recent trip to Atlanta to check on that old bitch, we had been able to infiltrate his security system, placing coded viruses in his electronic system that we could activate at any moment. Those viruses would allow us access to his crib without him even knowing that his security was breached. It was a backup plan that we had initiated, but at least that part of the plan still was going to come in handy.

  We had also been tracking his movements via the GPS on his car, and according to what I was looking at, he was headed home now. If we left immediately, we would catch him before he stepped foot in his crib. Pussy nigga just ain’t know it was his last day breathing. Hoped this nigga had enjoyed a good-ass day.

  Blaze

  August 2015

  I can’t believe what I had found out. I had initially thought I was crazy by trying to piece together the motive behind Roman’s obsession with taking Grey down, because I’d had no clue where to start. But when you’re backed up against the wall, your brain works in overdrive to get out of the tough spot. I had reached out and asked for favors from people I barely knew and spent my day running around town like a madwoman, but I had found answers. I knew that there was still a good chance that I was going to have to tell Grey about my past, but I was more willing to lay my past at his feet if I could offer something that could possibly save his life. I just hoped that he loved me enough to look past my faults.

  As I turned down his street, I got a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t tell if I really sensed that something wasn’t right or if I was nervous about what I had to tell Grey, but I shook it off and pulled into the driveway. Throwing my hoodie over my head to shield myself from the light drizzle that had started to pour, I hopped out of the car and made my way towards the house.

  Grey

  August 2015

  My eyes shot open as my body tensed and my hands gripped the couch cushions beside me. I was dripping in sweat but a cold chill still managed to slither up my spine as I reflected on the nightmare that I had just woken up from. We’d been standing in front of my new restaurant, surrounded by paparazzi when niggas has started shooting at a nigga. I had tried to save Blaze in the dream but I ended up being the one shot and taken away on a stretcher. And the bitch that was waiting on me inside the ambulance, was the devil herself. Nakami.

  I looked around the living room, trying to pull myself from my sleepy haze. Secure with the fact that I was in my home and not in front of my restaurant like my dream led me to believe, I buried my head in my hands and breathed a sigh of relief. That shit had me fucked up real quick. It had felt so real that I damn near felt the bullet pierce my side while I stood on the red carpet holding Blaze’s hand. The craziest shit was seeing Nakami so vividly. She looked different but phenomenal for a bitch that was supposed to have died in a fucking house fire.

  “The fuck?” I mumbled aloud.

  I couldn’t believe I was seriously getting myself worked up over a dream about a chick I knew for a fact was nothing but bones and ashes. The dream was too real for me to not trip. With the grand opening being less than ten days away, my dumb ass actually believed that that night had already come and it had me hyperventilating and shit. Shaking the dream off, I stood from the couch and wiped my face with my hand. A nigga really needed to get it together. But the dream was nagging me. Ma Dukes had always told me that dreams that you remember are always remembered because your subconscious is trying to tell you something. So what was it?

  The sound of the door opening while I traveled from the living room to the kitchen, caused me to negate the thoughts running through my head and look in that direction with anticipation. I knew that it could only be my baby, so I walked toward the front door to greet my boo. She was just coming into the house, front door still ajar, dressed casually in a baggy sweat suit with the hood up. She smiled when she saw me.

  “Hey, fiancé,” she grinned.

  I began to walk toward her as she slipped off her shoes. Before I could take another step, the ear popping sounds of gunshots rang out. Bullets flew through the windows and doors breaking every barrier they traveled through and sending remnants of glass, wood and debris flying everywhere.

  Shots rang out for what felt like forever. I hit the floor, and I told Blaze to do the same. I scrambled to get to my strap and when I got it, I started busting back at them niggas. The only problem was, it felt like the shots were surrounding me. It was like they weren’t just coming from one direction. I ducked back down when I realized I was out of rounds and tried to make my way back to Blaze. By the time I got back to the hallway, the gunshots had stopped, and I heard a car skid off in the distance. Panic struck me instantly, and I ran to Blaze to help her as I saw her face down on the floor.

  “B! You good? B?” I yelled at her as I tried to turn her over. “Aww man! No, man! B! Blaze, baby. Hold on, B.”

  I cradled her head in my lap and stared at the bullet hole in her chest. She looked at me with wide eyes as she tried to breathe. I didn’t know if I was sad or angry, but the shit that was brewing inside of me was lethal. If Blaze didn’t fucking make it, I was liable to kill everything moving until the pain went away. I applied pressure to the wound and looked her in her eyes as I used my free hand to dial 911.

  “B, stay with me, baby. You’ve gotta make it. Cuz if you don’t…” I bit down on my lip as I struggled to continue. “Cuz If you don’t, I’m snatching the soul of everyone they have ever loved, cared for or even came in fucking contact with. I promise that.”

  to be continued…

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  About the Author: Originally born in Detroit, MI, Bri moved to Ann Arbor, MI with her family when she was 11. In high school she was introduced to the world of urban fiction when she read "The Coldest Winter Ever" and was hooked! She started writing her own short stories and novels soon after. After she graduated Huron High School in 05, she attended Central State University and from there went on to graduate with an Associate's Degree from Washtenaw Community College. After leaving WCC, she attended Eastern Michigan University where she majored in Theatre Arts. After taking a screenwriting class and falling in love with a new form or writing, she moved to Los Angeles to pursue a career in screenwriting. Being and a new city with a refreshed state of mind, sparked a few ideas that led to a full-fledged novel. After reading a novel by Jessica Watkins called Secrets of a Side Bitch, she was inspired
to submit what she was working on and the rest is history! Long As You Know Who You Belong To is her first published novel.

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