by Shan
“Hold up, let me get a rubber,” I said and reached down into my jeans. Something told me to make sure I packed all kinds of protection today. Soon as I opened the rubber and slid it onto my dick, Jourdin sat her soaking pussy on my shit and had a nigga biting down on my lip. I groaned and leaned forward to lick her nipples. She bounced up and down and worked her hips in a back and forth motion. I gripped one hand around her ass and guided her up and down before she leaned over and covered her lips with mine.
“Mmmh, Cass, I’m gonna cum,” Jourdin cried out, before she threw her pussy back onto my dick over and over again. I took both of my hands and gripped each side of her waist, guiding her up and down. Her shit was so fucking tight that I could feel when she started to cum all over me. Her pussy gripped my shit repeatedly, as I went in and out of her. “Ahhhhh, I’m cumming!”
“Shit!” I grunted and slapped her on the ass. She covered my lips with hers while riding me slowly before speeding up and bouncing wildly on my shit again. She slowed down before she started to speed up again. Her pussy suddenly gripped me tightly, and that quick, I felt myself about to nut. I pushed Jourdin up, gripped my dick, and jacked it a few times before I bust inside of the condom.
Jourdin carefully peeled the condom away from my dick and walked into the master bathroom. I lay there and closed my eyes, damn near drifting into a deep sleep before I felt a warm towel suddenly covering my dick. I wiped myself off and then tossed the towel on the floor on the side of me. I pulled my pants all the way off, grabbed my cell phone out, and tossed the jeans onto the floor too.
Jourdin climbed to the top of the bed, pulled the covers back, and I followed behind her and laid next to her. She laid her head on my chest while I held onto my phone to look over my messages. There were a couple from Dae saying he needed to meet up and then a few from Tangie. I opened the ones from Tangie and noticed that she had sent me two pictures of herself looking good as fuck in nothing but her bra and panties. Her little stomach was barely poking out, but I could tell that she was carrying my seed. I bit down on my bottom lip and then scrolled down to the rest of her messages.
Tangie: I miss you so much. I thought about everything you said and you’re right. I didn’t appreciate you, and I always putting you down like you wasn’t good enough. I’m sorry. You are good enough for me Cass. I just get so insecure sometimes and think about the past that I allowed it to affect our happiness. I’m not gonna sit here and say that I’m not mad about Tameeka, because I am, but I do realize that it was something that happened before we got back together. It hurts me that you would sleep with someone so close, but I’m willing to forgive you for it. I just want my man back, and I want us to be a family and raise this child together. Please come home Cass. Please baby. I love you so much.
“Cass, I want you to know that I love you so much,” Jourdin said, causing me to freeze as I went to reply to Tangie’s message. I shook my head and sat my phone down on the nightstand beside me.
“Oh yea,” was all I said, as I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift off to sleep. I wasn’t even trying to deal with that right now.
***
I ended up falling asleep at Jourdin’s new spot until about six that morning when I woke up to my phone buzzing like crazy. Khi had gotten out of jail and had needed someone to come pick him up from downtown. I didn’t even wake Jourdin before I left, and just hopped in the Escalade and scooped up Dae on the way to Lew Sterret since he said he had some shit he needed to talk to us about.
It took us about 30 minutes to get downtown from the suburbs with all the morning rush hour traffic. Khi was already out front waiting, so all I had to do was loop around for him to just hop inside the back. Soon as he got inside, he let out a deep breath.
“You good bruh, bruh,” I asked him, and all he did was nod.
“Yo’, where the fuck that nigga Tramell at?” Khi suddenly burst out. “I told your ass that nigga was suspect. How the fuck they find Briana’s body on the side of the muthafuckin’ river? She wasn’t even nowhere near the water so that nigga didn’t fuckin’ drop her in that bitch like the fuck I told him. Then got this bitch DeeDee down here saying I did the shit. I’m a find him and that hoe and soon as I get back to my fuckin’ car.”
“Nah, let me handle that nigga bruh. I brought him around everybody. I vouched for that nigga; plus, this shit personal, let me take care of that.”
“Oh, now you wanna take care of it. Damn, Dae, this shit we don’t need. This nigga Tamar gave us the opportunity of a lifetime, and we can’t even fuckin’ go near that shit cause I got twelve watching me about some punk ass murder charges.”
“I realized what you was talking about yesterday when I was on my way to see Emon. I had that nigga Tramell ride with me and he was acting all crazy and shit. Kept looking out the window and mirror then gonna start questioning about why I chose to forgive you. I left that nigga and my car in the middle of the fuckin’ country,” Dae said, and I sucked my teeth.
“So now, he knows you on to his ass. So tell me how this gonna play out, Dae?” Khi asked, and I just shook my head as I took the ramp to get on the freeway.
“Y’all was right. I should’ve listened. I just thought that nigga was A-1 man. This really fuckin’ with me. Tramell was fam, for real,” Dae said, as she sighed and slouched down in his seat.
“Shit, it all makes sense to me now. Just thinking back on everything that was fucked up, that nigga had a hand in it. That whole situation with Deonna and that Tyrin. I sent him out there to Miami to handle that shit, and all of a sudden, that nigga Tyrin ends up alive and kills Deonna. I took the L on that one thinking Tyrin had nine lives and shit, but now I know Tramell fucked up on purpose. I know for sure his aim good cause when he ran down on Fariq and them, he was body dropping with perfect precision.”
“Look, just find that nigga and take care of him like you said, Dae. What they saying about the charges though and shit? They let you go so that gotta be good, huh?” I asked Khi, as I looked at him through the rearview. He shook his head and then looked out of the window as we pulled up to the gate of his home. I pressed the four-digit code and then waited for the gate to open up before I drove inside and down the driveway.
“That nigga Gerald that KaeDee sent got them to let me go. They lied and said they had a warrant and they didn’t. Talking about I was about to be arraigned on first-degree murder charges and shit; I guess just to see if I was gonna tell on myself. They ain’t have shit but a bitch telling them whatever the fuck Tramell told her to say.”
“Don’t even worry about it fam, I’mma fix it,” Dae told Khi just as my phone began to ring. I pulled it out and saw that it was Tangie. I sent her call to voicemail only for her to call me right back. When I didn’t answer, she called again, and I answered feeling like something had to be wrong.
“What’s up?” I said as I placed the car in park.
“Cass! Some niggas came here looking for you! I got up to get ready for work, and when I went outside, they were leaning against the car.”
“What niggas? What did they say?” I frowned.
“I don’t know who they are! Some dreadheads…they were both tall and dark skinned. They just said they was looking for you or either Khi. Look, please come and get me from over here. I do not want to be over here by myself.”
“A’ight, a’ight, babe calm down. Where are you now?”
“I’m at the house, going crazy. They left once I told them that you didn’t live here anymore, but I don’t know if they believe that. Please tell me you on your way. I am so fuckin’ scared right now.”
“Yea, here I come. Stay in the house and don’t open up the door until I call you to come out.”
“Okay, hurry up, Cass. I love you,” Tangie said.
“Okay…I love you too.”
“I’ll be back. Niggas found out where my shawty lay her head. We need to get at them ASAP. This shit getting too far out of hand. Let’s apply that pressure and make them come for us cau
se we called for them,” I told Khi, and he nodded then we slapped hands. I did the same with Dae before I hopped back in the truck and skirted down the driveway.
Chapter 16
Cuba
I was awoken by a crazy rumbling in my stomach, so I bolted out of the bed and ran straight to the bathroom. Pushing the door open with force, I ran with my hand over my mouth and just barely made it to the toilet before vomit flew out of my mouth. I was suddenly sweating hard as hell and feeling like I was about to pass out. Soon as I was done heaving over the toilet, when nothing else would come up, I stood up to get me a cool towel and ran directly into Khi’s chest.
I looked up at him, and immediately, tears ran down my face. I jumped into his arms not caring that I had been throwing up and kissed him all over his face. He didn't care either, cause he shoved his tongue into my mouth while carrying me over to the bathroom counter. He placed me on top, never breaking our kiss, and quickly, I pulled back to look him over. The last I had seen him, an army of police came storming in our home to arrest him for the murder of Briana.
I knew how brutal the police could be towards a black man, so I had to make sure they returned my bae to me in one piece. I couldn't believe that Briana was dead. Not that I felt bad about it, but shit, I just couldn't believe that Khi didn't tell me. I had no idea, and it was crazy, because she was the girl that me, Amber, and Tangie were discussing at the bridal shop when they showed, on the news, that her body had been discovered. Now today, she had been all over the news and was what police were calling the 10th homicide this year, and it was only 21 days into the new year.
They didn't have any suspects but had a person of interest, which I assumed was Khi. Shit was all fucked up. All bad, and I didn’t expect to see Khi so suddenly. Shit, I didn’t even know if I was going to ever see him again, at least, not on the outside.
“Damn, you act like you happy to see me or something,” Khi said, as he chuckled. He ran his hands down on his smooth, chocolate face, and I bit down on my lip as I looked him over. He seemed much taller today, or maybe it was just that I had never been so happy to look up to him before. I placed my hands on his chest and smiled.
“I am. I was so scared. I didn’t know what was gonna happen to you. I’m so glad you’re home,” I told him, and he leaned in to kiss me.
“I been here all day shawty. Just been watching you sleep…waiting for you to wake up. You, okay? Mrs. Patrick said you told her you wasn’t feeling too good, and she said you hadn’t woke up to eat or nothing since yesterday,” Khi said, as he looked me over. I could see the accusations pouring from his eyes, and it pissed me off. I rolled my eyes and then tried to jump down from the counter, but he stopped me.
“Let me down,” I told him and tried again, but Khi brought his hands up to my waist and stood so close in my space that I couldn’t go anywhere if I wanted to.
“What was that look about?”
“The way you look at me. I know when you think something is up or if you think I’m lying about something.”
“That’s not even what I’m thinking. I’m just wondering what’s up. You don’t look too good, bae,” Khi said, and I sighed.
“Can I get down so I can brush my teeth?” I told him, and he stepped back and helped me down off the counter. He took the back of his hand and placed it across my forehead.
“You got a fever?” Khi asked, and I shrugged. Shit, I had been sick since that nigga got arrested, but I thought that I was just going through the motions of carrying a damn child. I climbed into bed when Khi left and cried until I drifted off to sleep, and that was the last thing I remembered. I guess it was good that Khi had hired the nanny to help with the kids, or otherwise, my babies would’ve been so neglected.
“I do feel a little warm,” I told Khi, and he looked at me and nodded. “What? Don’t be looking at me like that. I thought it was just morning sickness or something.”
“Your ass is burning up, Cuba. You thought that was morning sickness? Damn, I feel bad as fuck, because I been sitting here all this time staring at your ass, and you could’ve been over here dead.”
“But I’m not. Let me take something for it,” I told Khi, as I walked over to the sink. I grabbed my toothbrush from the holder, turned the water on, and wet the brush under the water. Grabbing the toothpaste, I put a small layer on the bristles, and then, began to brush my teeth. Khi walked up behind me and snuggled his face into my neck.
“I gotta leave. I’ll be back though,” he said, and I looked at him through the mirror. I quickly finished taking care of my hygiene, and then, cleansed my mouth out with the cool water before grabbing a washcloth to dry my mouth.
“Go where?” I asked and turned around to face him.
“I just got some shit I need to handle and then I’ll be back, but bae…I’m ready to marry you. Can we just go down to the courthouse and do this?” Khi said, almost begging. I was starting to think that his desire and urgency to get married was for other reasons than what he had said. Curiosity got the best of me and had me wondering what was the rush. I wasn’t going nowhere no matter how many times I screamed it or ran off.
“Why do you want to go to the courthouse…what’s the rush?” I asked him, and he gripped both sides of my face and kissed my lips.
“I’m going to get our marriage certificate. I know someone at the courthouse that’s gonna give it to me without you being there. I told her you were sick and being we cool, she said fuck it. I’m gonna grab that in the morning after I take care of this other business.”
“Khi, did you kill Briana?” I asked, and he sucked his teeth.
“I’mma see you later, a’ight,” he said and tried to walk away, but I grabbed his arm to stop him. He looked down at me, and I stared into his eyes. I knew that he had, but I didn’t understand why he didn’t just tell me that. All this time, I had been thinking of all the ways I could kill his baby’s mother for what she had done to me, and he had already taken care of it.
In a way, I was happy that he had, but deep down, I really wanted to be the one to give her the business. I was mad that she went out thinking I was some punk bitch that she could push around and do whatever she wanted to. My fear of going back to jail was something serious, but after all this, I was like fuck it. I would never let no hoe punk me ever again. If life is what I end up with in the end, then so be it, but wasn’t no hoe gonna ever get that chance to disrespect me again.
“Khi, tell me did you do it?” I asked him again, and he sighed.
“I ain’t have a choice. I knew if I let that slide, I was going to lose you. You think I’m playing with you when I tell you that I can’t lose you. You think I just tell you I love you because it just sounds good?”
“I didn’t say that. I know that you would’ve never done it unless you felt like you had to. Are you okay?”
“The fuck?” Khi said and jerked his arm away from me.
“No wonder you’ve been so different. It’s like, when I look into your eyes, you’re pretending to be full of life and happy, but when I look at you when you think I’m not looking, it’s nothing there but coldness…sadness.”
“Look, I’m about to go. Just tell everyone it won’t be no big wedding right now. We going to the courthouse Monday. See you later…oh and make sure you take something for that damn fever. Should I take you to the hospital before I leave?” Khi asked, and I shook my head no.
“No, I’mma be okay. I’ll take some Tylenol and drink some of this tea Tangie gave me.”
“Oh, yea, Tangie is in one of the guestrooms. Some shit got crazy, and her and Cass are downstairs.”
“Oh damn, I must’ve really been out of it.”
“Yea, so make sure you take something for real,” he told me before he leaned down and kissed my lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I said to him, as I watched him walk out of the room. Something didn’t feel right to me, and the last time I felt like this, my sister was murdered right before my eyes. I just hop
ed that it was hormones and that Khi made it home to me.
Chapter 17
Khi
As soon as I left the house and got down the street, Cuba started blowing my phone up begging for me to come home. She kept talking about she felt the same way she had the night her sister died. I wanted to go back to comfort her and make sure that she was good, but this shit with this hoe DeeDee, Tramell, and these punk ass Jamaicans was more important. If I didn’t handle that, then I would never be able to comfort Cuba again, because I would either be in jail or dead.
Shit, I only had six days left before I had to move all that fuckin’ dope that Tamar put on me, and although I knew that I could do it, the heat that I had on me was keeping me from even touching or going near it. I was so convinced that Tamar was out to bring a nigga down, but he had hit me a couple times since our meeting letting me know that he was sure that he had made the right choice. I wanted to show him and everybody else that the Prince brothers were for real about this dope shit, and that we could reign supreme in these streets.
We were pretty close a few times, but it seemed like shit was always happening and getting in the way. If somebody wasn’t getting locked up, then we was losing the hold we had on the streets because of other drama. This was why I had to make sure I took care of all of this shit before I even put my fingers on that dope. I refused to lose this time. When I came for the crown, I was coming with all I had.