My Hustler’s Keeper

by Larissa

  It is a raining Sunday night and I am watching Sunday night football when my cell phone starts to ring off the hook. Giving me the call that will change my life forever.

  “Baby, you want me to answer it?” Harmony asks.

  “Nah, it’s just Rayla,” I tell her, picking up.

  “Rayla, what’s the matter?” I ask my little sister upon answering the phone.

  “They did it right in front of me Sincere. They did it right in front of me,” she answers back, crying.

  “They? Who are they? And what did they do?” I question her while sitting up on the couch, giving her my full attention.

  “They killed Grandma right in front of me and now they got a gun to my head!” she screams out.

  “That’s enough,” I hear someone say. “You have one hour to get to Midway Airport.”

  “Who the fuck is this?”

  “No questions. Just get there.” The line goes dead.

  “Baby, what’s wrong?” Harmony asks.

  “Nothing, I have to go,” I tell her, grabbing my Glock and car keys.

  “I’m coming too,” she yells, following close behind me.

  ** ** **

  Pulling up in front of Midway Airport, I damn near hit the light pole trying to park.

  “What the fuck Sincere?” Harmony screams out. “You’re trying to kill the both of us with your driving?”

  “You should have stayed at the fucking house,” I tell her, checking my piece making sure it is on the same page as me.

  “They said meet them here in one hour but yet these niggas aren’t nowhere to be found,” I explain to her, banging on the steering wheel.

  “Baby, calm down. She’s going to be fine.”

  “Man, I know yo’ dad has something to do with this shit.”

  “How you know that Sincere?” she asks, as if the facts are not there.

  “Because Daniel said my grandma got shot two times in her chest. That’s how I know. Your dad always said he would make my family pay, if I fucked with you. This has his name written all over it.” I wave my finger in her face.

  “Don’t take your anger out on me.”

  “If something happens to my baby sis it’s going to be a cold day in hell for your family,” I warn her.

  “What the hell? Don’t take your fucking anger out on me. And stop making threats to me. I’m not the enemy, Sincere.”

  “How I know that?”

  Slap!

  “You got one more time. And my fist is going to be the next thing that’s going to be connecting with your face. Don’t ever question my loyalty. I’m at risk of losing my fucking job and serving prison time over you.”

  “What the fuck Harmony?!” I shout.

  Reacting to her actions without thinking, my hands wrap around her neck, hugging her tight like when her pussy walls wrap around my dick.

  “Hit me one more time and I swear that will be the last hit you pass.”

  “Sincere let me go,” she cries out, bringing me back to reality. I watch as the tears stream like a waterfall down her beautiful face.

  “Baby, I’m sorry,” I tell her.

  “Fuck you!” she screams, creating her own rage.

  “I don’t know what came over me. You know I would never put my hands on you.”

  “Fuck your sorry. Sorry didn’t choke me, you did!” she screams at me, and then opens the car door.

  “Please don’t leave me,” I whisper, grabbing her arm.

  “I can’t do this shit Sincere. I’m not a fucking punching bag. And I refuse to be treated like one,” she expresses her feeling.

  “Please don’t, not at this time.” Before I knew it, my own tears are running down.

  “Sincere,” she says, closing the door, bringing her body over towards mines and kissing me deeply. “If and I mean if my father is behind all this, I’ll put a bullet in his ass myself and you know that. But as for now don’t go around putting your hands on me 'cause you're upset. Shit, I wanna choke a nigga too. That’s my sister as well. But—.” Before she can finish, my phone begins to ring.

  “This shit better be good!” I yell into the phone.

  “You see a black Chevy?” the caller asks.

  “Yeah, what about it?”

  “Where you see it at then?” the caller asks, laughing.

  “Man, stop playing these kid ass games and tell me where my sister is at.”

  “She’s in a black Chevy, baby boy.”

  “Just like that? With no strings attached?”

  “Go to the car and see,” he says before hanging up.

  “Wait here. I’ll be back,” I tell Harmony.

  Exiting the car and making my way over towards the opposite side of the parking lot it doesn’t take long before I make it to the black tinted Chevy.

  “This shit can’t be this easy,” I say out loud, going towards the car.

  Opening up the door, staring me in the face is a note written on cardboard.

  You will get the girl after you give me ten bricks and a hundred million dollars as well. More details coming soon.

  “Fuck!” I yell out, slamming the door and going back to my own car.

  “What happened?” she asks as soon as I stepped back inside the car.

  “I need some work and fast,” I explain to her, driving away.

  ** ** **

  It has been two weeks since I got that phone call from Rayla. I got the money looking me in the face, but still no phone call. Daniel’s driving me crazy calling every five minutes wanting to know the progress. And Harmony’s in my other ear telling me to go to the police. This shit is becoming stressful. I had to call me some backup and fast. I was just waiting on them niggas to get here.

  “C’mon, ma, I don’t fuck with the police,” I tell her.

  “You need to go to the police Sincere. What if this is not Joe? We need the law on our side. Calling people is not going to help us.”

  “I got this ma. And I’m not fucking with the police. They will not lock my ass up. You know the blue and whites and I don’t get alone.”

  “You fucking with me,” she replies back, taking a seat on my lap.

  “You different though.”

  “How is that?” she asks, kissing me.

  “Help is help Sincere.”

  “Cause I can fuck you. I can’t fuck a cop.”

  “You full of shit Sincere,” she says, hitting me upside the head.

  “But you love me though,” I say before taking her body into my embrace, standing up, and then sitting her down on the living room table.

  “I need to relieve some stress.”

  Pulling her blouse over her head and dropping it to the floor, I begin to work on her tasty nipples.

  “Baabbyy,” she slowly moans out.

  Easing her up out of her jeans, my fingers begin to work on making that pussy wet. Playing with the outline, her body starts to slowly shake.

  “Sincere, you’re driving me crazy,” she cries out, just as I slide two fingers deep inside her.

  “You’re driving me crazy too,” I whisper into her ear.

  I lick the sweat that is forming from her lips before taking my fingers out and licking the juices off.

  “Yeah, I got your crazy.”

  She grabs me tight by the shirt and then throws me down onto the marble table. Afterwards she quickly flips positions, pressing her body down against mines.

  “I’m going to show you just how much you drive me crazy,” she whispers into my ear while pulling down my jeans with her feet.

  As her body travels down, I place my hands behind my head and I watch as my dick disappears into her warm mouth.

  “That’s it baby, you got it,” I tell her as I begin to close my eyes and stroke her hair.

  Feeling her tongue ring swirl around the head of my dick, my toes starts to curl up. Before I can stop myself, moans starts to escape from my lips while nut goes down her throat like warm water.

  “Hmmmm, I love when you moan,” s
he says, while kissing on my Thug Life tattoo.

  “Oh, it’s on now.” I place her body into a 69 position.

  “Damn. Daddy, you ain’t had enough yet?” she asks as she is stroking my dick with her freshly done manicured nails.

  “That is just the beginning,” I tell her, before blowing into her pussy.

  “Sincere,” she cries out with satisfaction.

  Spreading her lovely lips apart, my tongue begins to explore in and around my pussy, causing her to ride my face like there is no tomorrow. Holding her ass tight, I drive into her pussy deeper while massaging her clit with my tongue.

  “Sincere, I’m finna cu—.” Juices escape from her pussy walls before she can finish screaming out her sentence.

  Lifting her body up and placing her in a doggy style position on the table, I begin to squeeze her ass cheeks together, entering her pussy slow and steady.

  “Sincere.” She yells out. “I wanna face you.”

  Slowly sliding out, she turns around to face me. Getting on top of her, I begin to slide back in and I give her another deep inch.

  “This is about to be a long night,” I whisper, into her ear before letting her feel another inch.

  “I’m down for whatever,” she informs me while wrapping her legs around my back. Her body soon starts moving from under me like a snake, causing me to slow down a bit.

  “No, no, no daddy, don’t slow down now,” She tells me, squeezing her pussy muscles upon my dick and pushing me deeper into her moist castle.

  “Sing to me baby,” she says softly into my ear while sucking on my neck.

  “Baby won't you have a seat; give me a second while I start this beat. I've been gone for months doing what I do, but now that I'm home I'm gonna do it for you. See the bed is my stage girl, but the spotlight shines on you. We made love a thousand times but tonight this is what I'm gonna do.” Slowly singing the lyrics to Jonny’s P “Sing 2 You” I feel her body shake with pleasure.

  “Awwwwwwe, shit Sincere, that’s my spot,” she cries out.

  “I'm gonna make your body sweat, with a performance that you won't forget. I'm gonna give you a private show, and show you how low these vocals go. Do you mind if I sing to you, while I make love to you baby?”

  “Not at all,” she replies back, grinding her hips. “C’mon, daddy, I can tell you’re ready to finish this performance up.”

  “Only if you want me to,” I tell her, slowing down my process. “I live to please you ma, so your wish is my commend.”

  “I love you Sincere,” she says, looking me dead into my eyes.

  “Would you mind if I take my time? Touching you, kissing you, you're so fine. Start from your head, down to your toes, one thousand kisses ‘til you can't take no more.”

  “Nah, Daddy I wouldn’t mind that,” she whispers into me ear causing me to lose my concentration. Placing her legs over my shoulder I begin to grind deeper inside of her.

  “Sincere, you suppose to be making love to me, not trying to tear the lining out my pussy.”

  “Sorry ma.” I chuckle.

  Going deeper into her soul, her nails dig into my flesh. She squeezes her pussy tighter as we both climax.

  “You cheated,” she manages to say out of breath.

  “You know I can’t control myself when you do that,” I had to remind her.

  “You still cheated.”

  “I’m sorry ma. That shit was feeling good and I didn’t wanna get mines off and leave you hanging.”

  “Trust me, I was never gonna be left hanging. But you ain’t even finish the song,” she says, wrapping her body over mines.

  “Come here girl, give daddy a hug. Tonight you’re gonna be loved by a thug. I'm on top of you, you on top of me,” I finish the ending, singing smoothly into her ear until she falls asleep.

  My Hustler’s Keeper

  -11-

  MARY

  Her eyes watch me as if I am the bad guy, which to her I am. But to me it is payback. I go back and forth from her to Joe, as his eyes linger across her body. The look in them is pure lust. I watch as he grabs his dick and licks his lips, causing me to slap her across the face. Her head flies in the opposite direction and before she can get a word out another slap creeps up on her.

  “What the fuck Mary!” Joe yells.

  “Stop looking at her,” I shout.

  “Don’t hurt her. She’s too sexy to be getting bruised up.

  “So now you’re a rapist too?” I scream at Joe.

  “Rapist!” he yells out, moving closer towards me. “Understand this baby girl. I don’t have to rape no bitch. Pussy comes to me freely,” he says laughing.

  “And besides you’re dating Daniel right?” he asks Rayla looking in her direction.

  “Right,” she replies back through her tears.

  “See, she has a man and I’m not about to be the rebound,” he says, winking at her.

  “Joe cut it out with the bullshit. I’m not a little ass kid. I know you wanna fuck her.”

  “And if I do?” he says, placing his hands to my face, getting ready to slap me, but then stopping.

  “You know what Mary? I don’t have time to be yelling at your retarded ass. I have shit to do. Lock the bitch up and c’mon,” he yells out before leaving the basement and going up the stairs.

  “Please can you let me go?” she begs.

  “I’m sorry but I can’t do that. See, your brother took something that is very important to me. And since he wants to be grimy I’ll be grimy right behind him,” I tell her.

  “That has nothing to do with me,” she says.

  “Well it does now. Trust me, if he wants you everything will work out just fine,” I say, placing duct tape around her hands and mouth.

  “Don’t worry, this will be over before this year is over with and I’ll have what belongs to me,” I explain to her, before grabbing the basement key and returning upstairs with Joe.

  “I hope you tied her up,” Joe says as I made my way by his side.

  “Yeah, I did,” I tell him.

  “Well let’s go,” he says, grabbing his rope.

  “And remember if you open your mouth before the drop is made don’t get mad at the outcome,” he warns me.

  “I understand,” I reply back, walking behind him.

  “Listen up,” he says, stopping me.

  “What?”

  “We’re doing good. Sincere has already sent two drops so you know he’s thirsty to get her back. We have to make him send one more but triple the value. If his sister is that important to him he’ll come running to us.”

  “If and when he does run to us, then what?” I ask, not comprehending Joe’s little story he has going on.

  “He’s going to need some more money and work, stupid,” he says, slapping me upside the head.

  “And then what?”

  “And when he does I’ma set his ass up the hard way.”

  “But when he gets Rayla, she’s going to tell him we kidnaped her.”

  “How the fuck is a dead person going to talk Mary? C’mon, you’re acting real special right about now. I’ma need you on the same page as me. Otherwise you can kiss this shit you created goodbye.”

  “I think I get what you’re trying to say. I’ma call him up and tell him to triple the value he just sent me. And seeing that Judge Thomason just fronted him the last of his work, he will have to come back to us. And when he does, we’ll kill Rayla in the process and when we get him back in the game we’ll set him up so Harmony can be mine and only mine, like you promised me before she was even born.”

  “Good, you got some of it right. The other shit you expanded, but I think you get my point. You better get what I’m saying ‘cause the next deal is going down in three days. Now that’s put a move on it. I have a congregation to preach to.” He explains the rest of the drop’s details as we make our way inside the church doors.

  Upon entering my eyes grow in fear at the sight of Sincere, Harmony, Daniel and Henry—all standing in th
e first row.

  “Don’t get scared on me now Mary.”

  “I’m not,” I lie, while walking slowly beside him, trying my hardest not to panic.

  We’re in a church. They won’t try anything. And they don’t know Joe and I are the ones behind this anyways, I think to myself.

  “You better not because I already invested too much energy and time into this little sham of yours.”

  “I’m not scared Joe. Now stop whispering to me and put on a good performance for these people.”

  “Shit, I always do that,” he says, walking towards his congregation.

  “That you do,” I whisper.

  But if I don’t get your daughter, your little secret will soon come to the light, I think, smiling.

  “Joe, I forgot something. I’ll be back,” I tell him, heading towards the door.

  “Hurry back,” he says before starting his speech to his congregation.

  I sign for Malik to follow behind me. Twisting the basement doorknob, I scan the room for Rayla. She is nowhere to be found. Stepping inside, I walk over to the spot were she was last.

  “Where the fuck did she go?” I yell out loud.

  Checking the door that leads to the outside, I spot her running towards the gas station.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” I yell while Malik and I chase after her.

  Grabbing her hair, Malik throws her to the ground. I watch as he kicks her in the stomach and she curls up in a fetal position.

  “Now get up before someone sees you,” I tell her.

  “Why are you doing this?” she asks me as I take the tape from her mouth.

  “If I let you live, ask your brother why.” Grabbing her neck, I start to drag her back to the church, thankful that no one saw us.

  Pacing back and forth, I wait for Joe to make his way downstairs. I had texted him five minutes ago and he still hasn’t showed up. Just as I am in the process of taking a seat on the table, I jump, hearing the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. Trying hard not to cry, I watch as Joe comes inside, slamming the door behind him. He makes his way over towards Rayla, looking her up and down, and then he comes my way.

  “What happened here?” he asks me.

  “I’m not sure,” I reply back, shaking with fear.

  “She almost got away and you’re not sure what the fuck happened.”