by Kia
“I’m not gay,” I moaned.
“Shhhh.”
She shushed me and pushed me on my back then removed my shorts. Then my panties. Before I knew it, she had her long nails inside my vagina as she licked my clit. While she was eating my pussy, Glory got behind her and started fucking her. She was moaning all on my pussy.
“Eat that pussy better than that,” Glory said as he smacked Pinky on the ass. She obeyed him and started sucking on my pussy like a popsicle.
“I’m not supposed to like this,” I moaned as I arched my back and tried to back away. But Pinky grabbed my thighs and pulled me back. She literally devoured me like she was feasting. Glory was staring into my eyes as I floated in and out of consciousness.
“You taste so good,” Pinky moaned as she kissed my thighs.
“Come here, Neiman,” Glory said as Pinky stood up.
He pulled me by my thighs closer to him and flipped me over on my stomach. Pinky laid down right in front of me and spread her legs as Glory slipped inside of me.
“Come on,” Pinky said.
I was confused.
“Eat it,” Glory said, pushing my head down.
“I don’t know how.”
“I’ll teach you,” Pinky said excitedly.
When my lips touched her pussy lips, I almost threw up. I wasn’t gay, and this felt weird as fuck. But I licked it once… then twice… then three times… then I started devouring her pussy like she did mine. She arched her back and ran her hands through my box braids.
“Hmmmm,” she slithered.
“Oh shit, Glory,” I moaned as he started to fuck me harder. It’s like he was turned on by what Pinky and I were doing.
“I’m ’bout to cum. Who want it?” Glory asked as he pulled out and stroked his dick.
Pinky hopped up and got under his dick like a puppy waiting to be fed. He then released himself into her mouth as I hurried to put my clothes on. I grabbed my keys and ran out the front door.
“Neiman, wait! Don’t leave! It’s okay!” Pinky yelled, but it was too late.
I did not stop running until I was back at the car. As my hands trembled slightly, I started the car and got the fuck up outta there. I came to confront her. Not fuck both of them.
I wasn’t that mad at the fact that it happened. I was mad that I liked it.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Milo
The whole way to Temple’s house, I was pissed the fuck off. I had been set up and she was supposed to be my friend. I wasn’t mad at Bishop. He didn’t know me like that. Hell, Temple owed me her loyalty. Bishop was doing what hoe ass niggas do. Temple was on some whole other shit.
What would possess someone to do this to a friend? I’d never crossed her. But I sure couldn’t wait to tell her that Noodle was gay as fuck. It would be my pleasure to let out every detail to what I’d seen. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I did know that I had to kill the people that came for me. One thing for sure, they would definitely kill me when they had the chance.
Finally, I pulled into Temple’s apartment building and immediately thanked God that Ash had a silencer on this thing. Like Pinky and I, Temple lived on the more suburban part of town. I left my purse in the car and took my shoes off. It’s safe to say that I felt like mothafucking Bat Man with this gun in my hand. Shit, I felt untouchable.
Quietly, I crept into the hall way, preparing to make my way to the second floor. The closer I got, the more I had to ask myself, could I really kill her? Maybe she had an explanation.
I knocked and waited for her to come to the door. The pistol was tucked inside my panties. But the way my hair was all over my head, she would immediately know that something was wrong.
“Milo!” She pulled me close and hugged me tight.
I pushed her off of me and walked inside to check all of the rooms. PJ was in her room sleeping, but everything else was empty.
“Why are you so happy to see me? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” I said, taking my gun out and exposing the threat that I posed.
“I can explain.” She sat on the couch and pulled out a cigarette.
“Do that,” I said as I stood and watched my surroundings and her.
“Where do I start?” she asked, dumping the ashes.
“Start by telling me how in the fuck do you know Bishop?”
She laughed and then frowned before taking a puff of the cancer stick. “Him and Noodle been cool for a while. The night you met him was no coincidence. He asked me if I had any friends, and I told him yes, and how you looked. So he came and found you in the club that night.”
“So you’ve been setting me up?” I asked.
“Not at all. Noodle came to me saying his boy wanted one of my friends and you know you’re the only friend I have at that club, so I directed him to you. And he liked you. That’s where my part ends.”
“So what about tonight? How does Bishop know about my tricks?”
“I be telling Noodle shit, just like you used to tell Shyro shit. He’s my man. We converse, you know?”
I laughed. “So tell me this, why did I just almost die?”
“I promise I had nothing to do with it. Before Noodle left, he told me that PJ would be staying with me for a while. I asked him why, and he told me that Bishop had put a hit out on you.”
“But why? Why would he put a hit out on me?”
“Because, just like Ash, you were a witness too,” she said.
“But how did he know that Ash was the witness?” I asked.
“The guy you killed tonight, William. That was Bishop’s uncle.”
“This nigga is sick. He sat there and let me kill his uncle?” I asked in disbelief.
Bishop knew who the witness was all along. He knew it was one of my tricks. He was gonna kill two birds with one stone and take out the other witness… me.
“I’m sorry.”
“And you knew they were on the way to kill me and not once did you think to call me?” I asked.
She put the cigarette out. “Noodle took my phone, Divine. What was I supposed to do?”
“You were supposed to be my fucking friend!” I yelled.
She started crying. “I am your friend. But he took my phone and… and… I was just scared. Noodle is crazy.”
“He’s crazy? Let me show you how crazy that nigga is,” I said as I pulled my phone out of my bra.
“What?” she asked, being impatient.
“Just wait,” I said as I scrolled through my phone to find my videos.
“Is it bad?” she asked.
“Look,” I said as I showed her the video of Noodle fucking a punk.
She threw her hands over her mouth and was speechless for a few moments. She asked me to replay it like the video would change.
“He didn’t even wear a fucking condom! Nasty bitch. Oh my G—”
A knock on the door interrupted her mid-sentence
“Who’s that?” I asked as I stood and placed my index finger on the trigger, ready to blast.
“Get in the closet. Hurry up,” she whispered as she pushed me into the pantry closet in the kitchen. I was tired of hiding in closets… hell.
Boom Boom Boom
“I’m coming!” she yelled before yanking the door open.
It was Noodle and three other men. But this time, I saw their faces. I took my phone out and took pictures. I made a mental note to take all those mothafuckas out the game.
“What took you so long?” he asked as they came in and started to wash up in her sink. She didn’t stop them.
“Fuck you,” she said.
“Don’t do this, Temple. Please,” I whispered to myself as I saw her getting emotional. I shoulda never showed her that video.
“And why you ain’t been answering the phone?” Noodle asked as he tried to kiss her.
She pushed him back. But I thought she just told me he took her phone though? Lying ass bitch.
“You been fucking punks?” she blurted out.
Noodle’s nostrils flew open and his fist balled up almost immediately. His short dreads looked like the snakes that they all were. With them rusty ass golds in his mouth.
The guys in the kitchen stopped dead in their tracks and gave Noodle the side eye. It was dead silent. I heard all them mothafuckas breathing.
“Milo been here?” Noodle asked.
“Answer me, mothafucka!” Temple yelled in her squeaky voice as she slapped the living devil out of him.
“Where she at?” he asked.
“You’re gay,” she said with tears falling.
“Yo, what she talking ‘bout?” one of the men asked with a sick look on his face.
“When Bishop paid us, he paid you too. So if you know where she is, you better tell me or ain’t none of that money touching yo fucking hands,” Noodle barked at Temple.
“Get out,” she said.
“Like that?” he asked as his laughter roared and bounced from to wall. “Nah, I ain’t leaving ya problematic ass.”
“I’m done. And I’m not coming no fucking where with you. I don’t know where she is. I told y’all enough. My job is done.”
“Nah.”
Noodle fired three shots and killed Temple in cold blood.
“Nigga, what the fuck was she talkin’ ’bout?” the guy asked again.
The guy standing next to him popped him in the head. With two shots, he was dead. Now it was only three guys, including Noodle standing.
“Put that gun in his hand, Jensen. Monty, pull her body next to his so this can look like a home invasion gone wrong,” Noodle said, rubbing his nappy ass dreads.
“You fucked that nigga before we left?” Jensen asked as he did as he was told.
“Nigga, how you know I ain’t want no head?” Monty asked.
“It was a last minute thing. Hurry up. If she knows that I got some head, then Milo was there the whole time. We gotta find her. It’s personal now. As a matter of fact, check every mothafucking room and closet in this house,” Noodle directed as his dreads started swinging everywhere like he was a mad man.
“Shit,” I whispered as I looked around the spacious pantry. Then a bright idea flashed in my head. She had a Whirlpool dryer that was pretty big, so I opened it, got inside and curled up. I prayed to God that they didn’t check it ’cause I didn’t have enough bullets to take all of them out. One would surely kill me.
“Ain’t nobody here,” Jensen yelled as he walked into the pantry and started stuffing Oatmeal Cream Pies in his pocket.
These were the most roguish, weird ass niggas that I’d ever seen a day in my life.
“It’s a baby in here sleep. Want me to kill him?”
“Nah, don’t kill the baby. He can’t even comprehend. We out,” Noodle yelled.
A few moments later, I heard the front door close. I waited before getting out.
Ever since Bishop killed Shyro, my life had gone into a domino effect. This nigga had to be stopped. He wasn’t even fucking human. Just out here killing for nothing.
The first thing I did when I got to my car was call Pinky to tell her to get the fuck outta the house.
“And go where?” she asked in a groggy voice.
“Go to a hotel with security. Text me the address when you get there. Get out of that loft now, Pinky. Don’t grab shit but your keys. Leave!” I yelled as I maneuvered through traffic with PJ in the back seat sleep.
“What’s wrong?” she asked in a frantic tone. I could hear her moving around over there.
“Just leave! Now!”
“Okay, okay. I’m going to the YVE off Biscayne.”
“Okay, I’ll meet you there. You ain’t gonna believe this shit!”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Milo
“Are you serious?” Pinky asked as I ran down everything that had happened within the last few hours.
“I tell no lies. Temple was setting me up, man. And Bishop sent them gay ass niggas to kill me for some shit that he did.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that?”
“Tell you what?” I asked.
“What he was doing to you? I coulda helped. Hell, I could have gotten Glory to handle that,” she said
“I was just scared, man. It’s six people dead because of this nigga Bishop. I’ve seen five people die in one night. Do you understand that? I’m shook, Pinky,” I said as I soaked in the tub.
PJ was asleep and Pinky was on the toilet listening to how my night went down. She didn’t believe me until I showed her the videos.
“I’m calling Glory,” she said.
“Man, leave him alone. The sun is coming up and shit. Let him rest,” I said as I sank a little deeper into the garden tub.
A part of me wanted to drown, but I couldn’t leave PJ. I definitely wasn’t sending him back to Bishop. I don’t know what I was gonna do, but Bishop would never see me or PJ again, and that was my word.
“No, fuck that. They all getting murked,” she said as she pulled out her phone and called Glory on speaker.
“Pinky, what’s good?” he asked with an attitude.
“What’s wrong with you?” Pinky asked.
“I literally just laid down, love.”
“Where you at?” She asked.
“At Divines’ place.”
“Some niggas tried to kill Milo.”
“What?” he asked with a sudden burst of energy.
“Yeah.”
“Who?” he asked.
“This nigga she was fucking with named Bishop. He tried to get her murked.”
“Bishop? His name Bishop?” Glory asked.
“Yeah.”
“Do he have a little boy with him?” Glory asked.
“Yeah, how you know?” Pinky asked.
“Where y’all at?”
“At the YVE off Biscayne.”
“Where’s PJ?” he asked.
Now I was confused.
“He’s here.”
“Okay. Y’all stay there. I’m on my way.”
“What’s going on?” Pinky asked.
“That little boy was kidnapped and being held for ransom. Bishop gonna kill him. He already killed the mom.”
“Oh my God,” I said as tears fell from my eyes.
I was helping him hold PJ. And then he killed PJ’s mom? Jesus, no… I knew something was up. In so many words, that sick mothafucka told me that he killed PJ’s mom. I felt sick to my stomach.
“What the fuck just happened?” Pinky asked, hanging up the phone.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Divine
“Where are we going?” I asked Glory as he came pulling me out of bed, telling me to get dressed.
“Just come on,” he said.
“Where is Neiman?” I asked.
“Sleep. She had a long night. Just come on, man. Hurry up,” he said, tossing my shoes on the bed.
“Look like you ain’t slept at all,” I said as I looked into his red eyes.
Most of the time he was high and his eyes were this low and red, but nah, he looked sleepy this time.
“Just come on. I’ll be in my rental. Come on,” he said as he got on the phone and walked out the front door.
Before I left, I peeked into Malina’s room to check on Neiman. She was sleeping like a baby.
As I was locking the front door, Malina started calling me. I didn’t feel like talking to her right now. It was too early, and I didn’t have the time. I pressed the down button for the elevator and waited. Once again, Malina called. I didn’t answer. I got on the elevator and let it take me to the lobby.
Glory was right there when it opened. “Slow ass… come on,” he said, pulling me by the hand.
“Glory, just tell me what’s going on,” I said with sleep still in my voice and eyes.
I wiped the boogers out my eyes as he opened the passenger door of his car. I looked in the mirror and saw that some of the swelling in my face had gone down. This was a great thing. I couldn’t be going around looking like a damn raccoon.
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br /> “Trust me, you’re gonna wanna see this for yourself,” he said as we burnt rubber onto the main street. He was going so fast that I had to grab the door and pull my seat belt on.
“Before I forget, thanks for looking out for me,” I said, referring to Dre and Fat Boy.
“Ain’t no biggie. Told y’all that I got y’all. It’s all good. Long as I’m around, you niggas straight.”
I sat back and relaxed. That was great to know. I was starting to feel more and more secure with the decision to relocate to Miami. Though the road was starting off bumpy, I had a plan. I wasn’t going to be in this shit forever. I had to make a plan. Now that I had money to do something positive, I would. Only thing is, I don’t know how Chola would feel about it. She was born into this lifestyle, and we were just starting, so I didn’t want to get on her bad side already. I didn’t have time for that. I liked the relationship we had. She had actually opened up to me, and I loved it.
“Get out,” Glory said as we pulled into the parking lot of the YVE hotel.
“What’s here?” I asked.
He didn’t answer. He just jogged up the sidewalk and into the entrance. We didn’t even go to the front desk, just straight to the elevator.
“Floor nuuummmber eight,” he whispered to himself as he pressed the button for the eighth floor.
When the doors slid open, we ran down the hall to the very last door. A girl with pink hair was already waiting.
“Glory.”
“Where is he?” Glory asked her.
“In there,” she pointed before greeting me. “I’m Pinky.”
“I’m Divine,” I said as I walked inside to see another girl with a big ass booty. That’s the first thing I noticed. Her hair was wet and thrown up into a bun. Then I let my eyes travel over to a little boy who looked right at me.
“Cuzzy!” PJ yelled as he jumped up and down on the bed with his hands spread out.
“Oh my God!” I yelled as I ran over to him and picked him up. “I missed you so much. I love you.”
“Love you,” he said back, kissing me on the cheek.