It was why he chose to fuck Tasha before he went to see Keisha. If he let himself do something wit Keisha that night, he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to get her out of his mind. At the moment, he hadn’t even done anything with her and she had a nigga fiending for her presence as it was. What the hell would happen if he did fuck her and her pussy was everything he thought it was?
After he hung up the phone with Keisha, he hopped in the whip and drove over to the East side where he knew Lloyd’s thug ran free. He was able to catch up with two of the top niggas in Lloyd’s crew, Grimey and Murder, who had been with him at the club that infamous night. Trigga knew Lloyd would be home soon and he wanted to send a message to him before he even got back on the streets. Queen had given him a list of niggas to take care of in addition to Lloyd.
“Kenyon, AK, Murder, Grimey and Roach…” Trigga muttered under his breath.
In a dark black Impala that he’d rented that morning, Trigga sat outside the stash spot that he’d located the day before he first saw Keisha and waited. After about fifteen minutes of sitting and counting the bodies, he noted it was about fifteen niggas inside, more than he could handle on his own and he couldn’t see faces. Then a skinny, bow-legged man walked outside. While yapping on his phone, he bent the corner to take a piss. Shaking his head, Trigga chuckled lightly to himself, jumped out the whip and walked right up on him.
When he got to him, he pressed his gun against the man’s skull right as he hung up his phone and began pulling up his pants. The man jumped and stopped moving immediately.
“Fuckin’ move and I’ll put a bullet in ya’ bitch ass. Walk wit’ me,” he commanded the man.
One thing was for certain, the man seemed to be a straight gangsta through and through. He didn’t bat an eye when Trigga walked up on him. He simply placed his hands to his side and moved with Trigga behind the house next door.
“Who da fuck all in there?” Trigga asked once they stopped walking.
“Nigga, I’m EPG. I’m ready to die fo dis shit!” the man snarled at him, his back still to Trigga and the cold barrel of the gun pressed against his head. Snickering, Trigga clicked his tongue and pulled the gun away. Then he quickly fired off a shot in the man’s foot.
“AHHH—” his screams were cut off by Trigga slamming the butt of the gun hard against his head.
“Who in there?” he repeated. “Yell and I’mma shoot ya in ya other foot.” The man’s bottom lip quivered and his face was twisted up from the pain he felt. He started teetering forward as if the pain was making his right leg go limp.
When he didn’t answer immediately, Trigga pointed the gun to his foot.
“WAIT! SHIT! It’s EP, Tony, Grimey, Cali, and Roach. Damn!”
Two outta the five…
“And what’s yo name?”
“June Bug!” He winced and slowly bent his neck down to look at his bloody foot. His eyes bugged when he saw that his shoe was totally soaked with the blood almost to the point that you couldn’t see anything else.
“Gimme your cell phone,” Trigga told him. The man reached down and pulled his cell out of his pocket with a shaky hand. Trigga snatched it from him and started scrolling through his contacts.
Yo’ man, I—”
Trigga let off a shot in the man’s head and his body fell like a sack of potatoes onto the wet grass. He sent a text to Grimey.
Black on da phone. Wanna talk to u n Roach outside. Im out back.
Trigga crept out from behind the house next door and waited for the two gangsters to walk outside. Grimey was the first one to bend the corner and he was the recipient of the first bullet that came from Trigga’s gun. Stepping out from behind the house, he caught Roach in the back of the head Before he hopped in his whip to leave, he grabbed Grimey and Roach’s cells and sent a text to the numbers saved for AK and Murder.
TQC was all it said and was all it needed to say. He knew that they would spread the word to Lloyd and Kenyon that The Queen Cartel had struck again.
After taking care of business, Trigga couldn’t even lie. He had pussy on his mind. He needed to relax, clear his mind and regroup. So he called the number he had for Tasha. She already knew the deal with Keisha from the conversation she’d overheard earlier and from the way she had thrown herself at him, he thought she would be more than ready.
Trigga’s mind was all over the place and he was stressed like a muthafucka. Nothing like some good pussy to help put his mind at ease and, just as he thought, when he called Tasha, she was at home and readily invited him over. And that’s how he landed himself here…in her room, licking his lips as he admired her sexy, curvy body, and smooth mocha-colored skin.
“Mmmm, that feels so good,” Tasha moaned as Trigga stirred the inside of her pussy with his two fingers. The smacking noise it was making as he did it let him know that she was wet…just what he needed.
Test one passed, he thought to himself.
Then he pulled his fingers out and, in a real slick undercover way, passed his fingers quickly in front of his nose so that he could get a whiff of her sex. She smelled like fresh pussy with a hint of Jasmine from whatever body wash or lotion she used.
She’s clean. Test two passed.
Pulling up, Trigga pulled a condom down on his dick and then pushed her legs wide open gently. He leaned down and pulled in one of her chocolate drop nipples into his mouth and sucked hard. Tasha gasped out loud and her legs opened wider as she prepared for him to enter her. And that’s just what he did.
“OW!” Tasha yelped out once he entered in. Trigga stopped moving suddenly.
“You okay?” he asked as he looked in her pain-filled eyes.
“Yeah, I’m good. You’re so….big. Can you just go a little slower?”
Trigga nodded his head but he was a little frustrated. He didn’t want to go slow. He just wanted to fuck so he could get a nut and clear his mind. This slow, love-making shit wasn’t a part of his plans. Sighing, he slowed it down and pulled out a little so that he wasn’t all the way in.
Tasha let out a soft, long moan as he stroked gently in her and Trigga gripped the sheets tightly while biting his bottom lip. It had been so long since he’d had sex because of all the shit going on so that, combined with the fact that Tasha was tight as hell, had him damn near forcing himself not to cum to fast. Even through the condom, he could feel her velvety cave. She was tight, almost like she was a damn virgin.
“Damn, girl you got some good pussy,” he moaned into her ear.
“Mmmm! God, this is starting to feel so good,” she said through her teeth as she slowly began grinding against him.
Trigga leaned up and looked at her face; her eyes were tightly closed and she was biting down on her bottom lip as she twerked awkwardly against him. As he stroked slowly, he continued to watch her. She was beautiful but still he wished she were Keisha.
Shit, I’m trippin’, he thought to himself. Here he was in some of the best pussy he’d had in his life and he was thinking about another woman.
Closing his eyes, Trigga continued pushing in and out of Tasha but he still couldn’t get the image of Keisha out of his mind. When he opened his eyes and he saw Tasha instead of her, he felt his erection going down.
Shit!
“Is everything alright?” Tasha asked him.
“Yeah, it’s all good,” he lied. He pulled out and started stroking his dick. When he looked into Tasha’s eyes, he saw that she was giving him a concerned look.
“You don’t…I don’t feel good to you?” she asked him. The expression on her face made him feel like shit.
“Yeah, ma,” he said. “Actually, you almost feel too good. A nigga tryin’ to keep from bustin’ quick. That’s all.” That made her smile. “Turn over,” he said.
Tasha wasted no time turning over and lifting her ass high up in the air. Trigga smiled and smacked it hard as he pulled up on top of her. Pushing himself in, he stirred around in her and closed his eyes and thought of Keisha. His dick got rock hard
and he started fucking the shit out of Tasha’s pussy with the vision of Keisha’s sweet face in his mind’s eye. When he opened his eyes, the back of Tasha’s head allowed him to continue imagining that it was Keisha and not Tasha who was moaning and yelling out his name as he continued to fuck her like she had the best pussy in the world.
“Shit, Keesh! Got damn!” he yelled out right as he was about to come. Not realizing his blunder, he continue stroking and pushing up into Tasha’s pussy until he felt the orgasm rise up through his dick. He was so lost in ecstatsy and thoughts of Keisha that he didn’t even realize that Tasha had gone rigid and her moaning had stopped.
“Damn, you got some good shit. Fuck…” Trigga said once he pulled out of her.
Tasha flipped around and pulled away from him slowly. She had an odd look in her eyes but Trigga couldn’t tell why so he dismissed it and got up to walk to the bathroom. When he turned on the light, he looked down to remove the condom but was caught off guard by something he saw.
“Shit…you on your period?” he yelled from inside the bathroom. When Tasha didn’t answer, he poked his head out to look at her. “Hello?”
Tasha had her head down. When she raised it up to look at him, he saw that she had tears in her eyes. “No.”
“Well, there is blood on the condom,” he said to her as he pointed to the rubber still on his dick. “What the fuck you cryin’ for?”
Tasha sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes. “I told you…I never done this before.”
Dread overcame Trigga as the realization of what she’d meant came over him. He’d thought she was saying she’d never slept with a nigga on the first night before…that’s what all the bitches he’d fucked as soon as he met them had said. But she’d meant that she had never had sex before. She was a damn virgin.
“FUCK!” Trigga shouted out as he rubbed his hand over his face. The smell of Tasha’s dried pussy juices on his finger stung his nose. “Man, Tasha…I’m sorry. I didn’t know that’s what you meant.”
“You said her name when you came,” she responded quietly.
“What?” Trigga asked her, only half-listening as he tried to take the condom off without touching any of the blood. Finally he snatched it off and tossed it down the toilet bowl before flushing it.
How could I be so damn stupid? he thought.
Messing with virgins were bad news. He had a lot of shit already weighing on his conscience and he didn’t want to have this on there, too. Bad enough that he was planning on fucking and leave. Now he found out that she had probably been saving her virginity for Jesus and he’d messed up what should have been a good experience between her and some lame, goofy ass college nigga.
“When you came…you said ‘Keesh’. You said her name…” Tasha’s voice trailed off.
Trigga looked up at her and saw that she was wiping tears from her eyes.
I can’t deal with this shit right now, he thought.
“Tasha, look, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you were a virgin.” He paused as he tried to find the right words to fix the situation so he could get the hell out of there. “Technically, you still a virgin, if you think about it. I didn’t put my whole dick in there. So you good.”
Tasha looked at him like she wasn’t convinced. Trigga sighed and started pulling on his clothes. There wasn’t nothing else he could do. He damn sure wasn’t about to be her boyfriend or nothin’.
“Listen, I’ll leave you my number. Call me if you need anything,” he said. “I have to go handle some shit that I forgot about and I’ll catch up with you later.”
After getting dressed, he scribbled his number down on a sheet of paper and handed it to Tasha. The whole time before he walked out of her front door, he tried to ignore the look of longing, sadness and hurt in her eyes.
SIX
Keisha heard the sound of the engine of Trigga’s Porsche truck as soon as he pulled up outside her apartment and her heart started beating quickly with the anticipation she felt. It was a crazy feeling to be so caught up on someone that she didn’t really know, but at the same time she enjoyed it.
However, Tish’s words weight heavily on her mind. It was true that ever since she’d met him, her life had been spiraling out of control. After getting over Lloyd, she’d only wanted peace and normality but that wasn’t what she was getting with Trigga. Things were crazier than ever.
Sitting up on her bed, Keisha pushed her physics book to the side. She hadn’t been reading anything anyways. She was still on the same page that she’d been when she first started. She’d reread that page nearly a dozen times and couldn’t remember a thing she’d read. Her mind had been on the man who was now outside her door.
Keisha placed her feet into her light tan and gold Michael Kors slides and walked to the front door. She grabbed her purse from off the table next to the door. She wasn’t as dolled up as she had been the first day that she’d gone to Trigga’s hotel but she didn’t feel the need to go the extra mile. He’d seen her first thing in the morning so he knew what she looked like. He’d also seen her high out of her mind so he knew what she looked like at her worst as well.
When Keisha walked up to Trigga’s window, she looked him right in the eyes but she could tell that there was something bothering him. If she knew him like she thought she knew him, she knew that he would never tell her the truth about whatever it was. Most likely it had something to do with his brother.
“Hey,” was all she said once she sat down on the dark leather seats in his whip.
“Hey yourself,” he responded.
A thin smile crossed Keisha’s face as Trigga pulled out of the parking lot. So many thoughts were circling in her mind and none of them were on what she’d told Tish that she would tell him. Getting rid of Trigga was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. The attraction she felt for him was at an all-time high and, even though she still knew that she was in danger, she pushed that from her mind and tried to live in the moment. If this was going to be the last day that she spent with Trigga, she at least wanted it to be a good one before she told him that she wanted out.
“Where are we going?” Keisha asked suddenly as she looked out the window.
“To my room. You said you wanted a repeat of the other night, right?” Trigga said with a flat tone. Something was still bothering him.
“Are you okay?” Keisha asked him.
He turned around and looked at her as if he were seeing her for the first time and then his eyes softened on her face.
“I’m good,” he said to her. “Just got some shit on my mind.”
I know, Keisha thought to herself.
She felt guilty all of a sudden for asking him for this night. Of course his mind was on something else. If anyone had found out that their brother was trying to kill them, they wouldn’t have been able to focus on anything else either.
“I’m sorry about this…why don’t you just take me back home?” Keisha asked.
Trigga gave her a look and then sighed. Two seconds later, he had pulled on the side of the road and was looking her directly in her eyes.
“Keesh, you said you wanted me to get you and take you back to my spot so that’s what the fuck I’m doin’. Now you say you want to go home…what the fuck do you want?” Trigga said roughly.
Keisha felt tears come to her eyes at his rough way of speaking and attitude. He’d never spoken to her in that way the entire time she’d known him. Seeing the tears in her eyes made him feel like shit.
“I’m sorry, Keesh. But you know the type of shit that I’m dealin’ wit’,” Trigga started. He sat back and looked straight ahead so he didn’t have to continue to see the image of her wiping tears away beside him. “I want to make you happy but at the same time, I got some fucked up shit going on, understand?”
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her nod. Turning back to her, his eyes fell on her face. She was looking down but she must have felt his stare on her because she peeked up and looked at him through her moist e
yes. Trigga felt a stirring in his soul and he reached over and grabbed her by her chin, pulling her gently towards him.
Keisha allowed him to have his way without resistance. She knew what was coming and the anticipation of it made butterflies erupt in her stomach as she closed her eyes and waited. Less than a second later, the next feeling that she felt was Trigga’s lips on hers. She returned his kiss and pulled him in even closer. When he flicked his tongue inside of her mouth, she sucked on it softly. She could feel her juices working down under. She craved him and from the way that he explored her mouth with his tongue, she knew he craved her too.
Then suddenly, a familiar smell crept up Trigga’s nose and he pulled away quickly, dropping his hand to his side. The smell of Tasha’s pussy was still on his fingers. He hadn’t had the chance to wash up before speeding over to get Keisha. Looking up, he saw the confused expression on Keisha’s face and knew she deserved an explanation.
“I don’t want to move too fast,” he said sheepishly, hoping that she believed the lie. “Let’s at least get to the room first.”
So a nigga can get a damn shower, he finished in his mind.
“Okay, baby,” Keisha agreed with understanding. Trigga nearly jumped at her saying ‘baby’ but it was almost as if she hadn’t realized she’d said it.
He turned back to the road and Keisha reached out and laid her hand on his thigh. He looked over at her but her head was turned to look out the window as she rubbed back and forth on his leg in a way that he knew was meant to calm him and put him at ease.
It was at that moment that he realized something that he’d been trying to ignore for a while. Whether he had spoken to her about it or not, the evidence was clear. Keisha was no longer just some girl he knew. She was the girl he cared about. She had a special place in his heart and he had a special place in hers. Trigga wasn’t sure exactly how the shit worked for normal people, but it seemed to him that Keisha was most definitely his girlfriend.
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