by Smooth Silk
I seriously wanted this over and done with. I didn’t care if he was all talk, but I was sick of being in his presence. Simone wasn’t buying his threats. She tapped her foot on the floor while rolling her eyes. “I don’t know where yo’ five hundred dollars is, and whatever Karrine gave you is all that we have.”
He looked at me, but I came clean. “It’s in the car. I’ll go get it, just so you can stop with yo’ damn threats.”
His eyes shifted to the big dude whose only job was to take orders. “Take Simone outside to get my goddamn money. Tear their fuckin’ car up to find it if you have to, but don’t come back in here empty-handed.”
Simone didn’t bother to move, but that didn’t stop dude from pulling her up and throwing her over his shoulder. She swung out wildly and pounded the hell out of his back with her tightened fist. “Let me down, you ape-ass-lookin’ nigga! I’m not gettin’ shit!”
“If she’s not willin’ to get my money, throw that bitch in the basement until she chills the fuck out. Whatever you do, get my money out of the car and bring it to me.”
Big man left with Simone thrown over his shoulder. She kept hitting him, but I could tell that the punches hadn’t hurt him in no way.
After they walked out, Honey swiped the gun from his desk and put it into one of the drawers. He then went over to the double wooden doors and locked them. He turned to me and eased his hand in his pockets. We stared at each other and his light brown eyes stayed connected with mine until he came within inches of my face. I inhaled his cologne then sucked in a deep breath. Him being this close to me made me nervous, but then again, I was used to it.
“Did you have to be so mean to her?” I asked. “And BJ almost broke my damn arm for real. I guess that fat motherfucka havin’ a bad day.”
Honey touched the side of my face and rubbed it. “Sorry about that. But you know I had to handle that li’l situation like any nigga would.”
He pecked my lips, and a few seconds later things got heated. He turned me around and bent me over his desk. With my legs spread, he reached around to the front of my pants and unzipped them. He then pulled them over my curvy hips and yanked them down to my ankles. As I stepped out of my pants, he massaged my ass and had my whole body blazing with fire. His touch was so smooth that my legs started to tremble. I could barely keep my balance in high heels.
“This is such a beautiful sight,” he said, standing behind me. “Next time, don’t stay away from me for so long.”
“No, next time, don’t let yo’ dick stay hard when my/ your sister is fuckin’ you. I saw how hard you were with Simone. Did you forget that she was really your sister?”
“Don’t make me explain that shit right now, ma. We’ll get into that later. Right now, I got about ten minutes before BJ come knockin’ on that door. You know damn well he ain’t gon’ be able to hold Simone down for long, so why waste time on why my dick stayed hard for her? You should only be worried about how hard it is right now for you.”
“Yeah, nigga, whatever. Spin that shit how you wish. You lucky my pussy cravin’ yo’ ass right now.”
Honey eased his hand over my mouth to shush me, and as he put on a condom, I waited patiently for him to slide his hard muscle into me. After he moved his hand from my mouth, he held my hips and eased my pussy on his dick like it was a warm, fitted glove. My ass jiggled as I backed it up to him, and with each pounding thrust, it jiggled even more.
I was so damn crazy about Honey. We had been on this fuck fest for over a year now. Yes, he was Ray’s son, but breaking fucking news . . . I wasn’t Ray’s daughter. I found out that tad bit of information several years ago, when I met Honey at a club. Ray was there too, and I questioned why the two of them looked so much alike. I also questioned why I didn’t look like my sisters, and I begged Ray to tell me the truth. He told me who my real father was. Said that he had been killed about ten years ago in downtown Chicago.
I never asked Mama why she hadn’t told me the truth, and to this very day, she wanted me to believe that Ray was my father. I hated her for lying to me about that shit, and it was no secret that Mama cared more for Chyna and Simone more than she cared for me.
It was always me and her who couldn’t get along. That was because she could tell I suspected something. My eyes showed that I wasn’t satisfied with her ongoing lie, but her look always said that she dared me to question her about it.
Just like when I questioned her about Ray being killed. She wasn’t down with my questions. She didn’t want to talk about it, and when I forced her to, that was when all hell broke loose.
Thing was, I wasn’t all that mad at Mama. But I was mad enough where I had started to plot against her. We all had our secrets and this was one of mine. Honey told me about Mama contacting him to set up Simone. He told me where they would be, and I knew how all of this was going to unfold. There was no hard feelings whatsoever for my sisters, but they were just caught in the middle of a little beef between Mama and me. She thought Honey was on her side, but, realistically, he was on my side. I stopped him from killing Mama, because I didn’t want her dead. Just hurt for what she had done or maybe crippled to the point where she could no longer be around to get up in our business. A nursing home, maybe, where we could only go see her if/when we wanted to. Something needed to be done, because I was to the point where I wanted her away from me and out of my life. More than anything, she needed to know her place. I couldn’t let her get away with taking the only man I had ever loved away from me.
Honey knew she was responsible for Ray’s death, too. He wanted to kill her. He knew that Chyna was the trigger-happy bitch who killed Ray, but Honey backed off on his plans when I told him what Ray had done to Chyna. He understood why she wanted her molester dead, but like me, he didn’t understand why Mama continued to hold grudges revolving around the past, and she had done many of the conniving things that she’d done.
Her actions had his life fucked up and mine too. He reaped the benefits of Ray’s drug money, but when Ray was killed, Honey also lost a lot of hookups. Some niggas wanted to do business with Ray and Ray only, so Honey suffered some major setbacks. He wasn’t pleased about that shit, and I wasn’t pleased about never knowing who my real father was. I always felt like the black sheep of the family, and Mama had no problem making me feel that way.
Honey ground his hips hard to stir my pussy juices. I loved the way he pushed every inch of him into me and my pussy was one happy bitch. He definitely put a smile on my coochie lips, and as I neared an orgasm my legs got weaker. Honey picked me up and straddled my legs on his muscular, strong thighs. All I could do was hold on to the desk and hope that I wouldn’t fall and bust my head when I got mine.
“I need you to pound that shit haaaarder!” I spoke through gritted teeth. “Haarder, baby, fuuuck me haaarder!”
Honey picked up the pace and damn near turned my ass red he pounded it so hard. We both were out of breath, and right after I came, he lowered my legs. He hurried to sit me on the desk, and with my legs spread, he dropped his face between them. His tongue licked my pussy like it was a sticky lollipop. My fists were tightened and my toes were curled against my shoes. Just that fast I was about to come again. And when he tickled my pearl with the tip of his curled tongue, I squirted his lips with more of my juices.
“Stoooop,” I whined and tried to push him away.
He loved for me to serve him my pussy, and he was an expert at eating it, too. I figured he had been fucking with several other bitches, but none of that was any of my business. This was strictly a fuck thing between us. There wasn’t a chance in hell that I would get caught up with an addictive dick like his. Too many motherfuckers wanted it. The way I looked at it was there was enough of this good shit to go around. I wanted the next bitch to feel like I did, especially when she got her orgasm. I couldn’t blame her for crying out for more. She could count on Honey to give it to her. He was that kind of nigga when it came to fucking, and “satisfaction guaranteed” was his middle nam
e.
The reason he liked me so much was because I didn’t ride his dick all the time. When I saw him at the clubs, I didn’t confront him over no silly shit about being with other hoes. He didn’t have to wine and dine me unless he wanted to and his money didn’t mean shit to me. Now, he’d given me some from time to time, but I never asked for it. He said it was just because. That was good enough for me.
He was still trying to mop up my juices with his tongue, but I had had enough. I didn’t want Simone to get suspicious, so I used my heel to push Honey away from me. He stumbled backward, looking sexy as shit. His jeans were still gathered around his ankles and he cupped his big dick in his hand.
“So, that’s how you gon’ do me, huh? You gon’ get yours, but not let me get mine?” he said with a crooked smile that displayed his sexy dimples.
“Lookin’ at the condom, you did get yours. And if you want to get some more, it’ll have to wait until next time. Pencil me in after I come back from Vegas. I’ll be thinkin’ about you while I’m there and you better be good while I’m away.”
Before I hopped down from the desk, Honey took off the condom and moved forward. He laid his dick between the creases of my pussy and playfully beat it. His package was hard enough to go back in, but ain’t no way this motherfucker was entering my hole without a condom. He knew it and I knew it too. But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t let him tease me.
Honey’s dick simmered down, and while still standing in front of me, he held huge chunks of my ass cheeks in his hands. He showed his pearly whites and licked across his thick, sexy lips that I loved to suck on.
“Fuck pencilin’ me in. Yo’ ass better have that pussy on lock while you’re in Vegas. I don’t want you bringin’ me no leftover shit, and if you do bring it to me, I’ma put a major hurtin’ on that sweet shit you got for sure.”
“Don’t tempt me, because I know how good it feels when you hurt me. Now, please get your clothes back on so I can get the hell out of here. I don’t know how the fuck I’m goin’ to explain this shit to Simone.”
“No need to. I’ll explain it for you.”
We both hurried back into our clothes. Honey unlocked the door then lit a tiny candle to clear the sex smell in the room. He told me to go sit on the sofa and he sat in the chair behind his desk. He had capitalized on Ray’s drug selling business as much as he could, and he still had plenty of connections that ran from city to city, state to state, and country to country. He was doing it up big. But after so many years of doing this shit, all he was known as was Mr. Collector. His circle of real friends was small, and so many people respected his hustle. If he had any enemies, I didn’t know about them. I was sure he did, though, because he was one of those niggas who kept his ears and eyes wide open.
Honey winked at me from across the room then hit the intercom button. “BJ, bring that bitch back in here.”
A few minutes later, BJ came through the door with Simone in front of him. He dropped a stack of paper on Honey’s desk, smiling as if he had just won the lottery. Simone still had a mean mug on her face. She wiped snot from her nose then rubbed her wrist as if it hurt. I rushed up from the sofa and reached out to hug her.
“Are you okay?” I asked. She didn’t say a word, but she hugged me back.
“After you went outside to get my money, did you have fun in the basement with my pets?” Honey asked. “I hope my snakes didn’t bite you, and I’m pleased that BJ took you on a little tour around the place for acting nasty toward me.”
“Fuck you,” Simone hissed then backed away from our embrace. “Let’s go, Karrine. And, bastard, you’d better hope that I never see you again.”
I added my two cents, too. “Take those snakes and slither them up yo’ ass. You got what you wanted so stay the fuck away from me and my sisters. Family don’t operate like you do, and we don’t want no part of you.”
Honey placed his hands behind his head and nodded. “BJ, show these bitches the door. It’s a disappointment that family can’t get along, but Ray always told me that you can’t trust hoes in high heels, even if they’re your sisters. Maybe I’ll see y’all at the family reunion; then again, maybe I won’t.”
BJ escorted us out. That sneaky white bitch, Trice, was watching us near the T-staircase. She worked as Honey’s snitch. It was how he knew what was going on in the streets. She used to be one of his best customers, but he so-called cleaned her up and gave her a new start. He told me that he trusted her more than he trusted some of his boys, but that made no sense to me. Just like anybody, she could turn her back on him with the snap of her finger, just as I would one day do Mama.
Chapter Thirteen
Chyna
It took Simone and Karrine like forever to get back from Honey’s crib. I had started to get worried. I paced the floor in the kitchen, but stopped when I saw Mama standing in the doorway. A silk scarf was tied around her head, and she used Kleenex to wipe her running nose.
“What’s got you so uptight?” she asked.
“Nothin’. Just thinkin’ about somethin’ that happened yesterday.”
Mama opened the fridge and removed a container of orange juice. She poured some in a glass then asked if I wanted some.
“No, but thank you.” I was short with Mama because I didn’t appreciate how she handled herself yesterday. It wasn’t like she hadn’t put her hands on us before, but it was how she went about that shit that made me feel the way I did. “Are you sick?” I asked.
“Yeah. I’m coming down with the flu and it got me on my ass. I’m also upset because I lost a substantial amount of change at the casino. I don’t feel like doing anything, and I’m trying to get well before we go to Vegas. When I go there, I know I’ll be able to get some of my money back.”
“You mean, you hope you’ll be able to. You take risks with gambling and you never know if you’ll leave with a frown or a smile on your face.”
Mama remained silent, but from the look of her tired eyes, I could tell her plate was heavy, and that she had more than the flu and losing money at the casino on her mind. I was looking forward to our Vegas trip. We all needed to get away. Besides, going there always meant money; there was a lot of it to be made there.
After Mama finished her orange juice, she put her glass in the sink. She started to leave the kitchen, but I called out to her.
“Is everything good with you?” I asked. “You’ve been actin’ kind of strange lately. I also wanted to get at you about those rules you laid on us the other day. You pretty much know that ain’t gon’ work, Mama. All stuff like that gon’ do is have us at each other’s throats. You know that, don’t you?”
“We’re already at each other’s throats. Open your eyes, Chyna, and stop walking around like a blind woman who can’t see shit. I’m going back into my room to get some rest. Please don’t interrupt me. I don’t give a care what you and your sisters do tonight. We’ll discuss those rules sooner rather than later, so don’t think I’ve forgotten about them.”
She walked off, but I didn’t understand what she was trying to say. Was she implying that we were at war with each other? I wasn’t feeling that at all. All I witnessed were a few disagreements among all of us that could always be worked out.
“Mama, you didn’t answer me,” I said loud enough for her to hear. She was almost near the steps and on her way upstairs. “I asked if you were all right, because this new attitude of yours ain’t cool. If I’ve said or done somethin’ to you, I want you to tell me. There is no doubt that we fucked up with Honey, but all I can do is apologize for that. I’m sorry. It was a big mistake that won’t happen again.”
Mama sneezed then wiped her nose again. She came up to me and cracked a tiny smile that seemed forced. “That’s what you said the last time, Chyna. You said it was a mistake when y’all stabbed that bitch in the back in St. Louis and left her for dead. You said it was a mistake when y’all cut up that trick down the street tires because she looked at y’all the wrong way, and you said it was a mistake
when I had to do two years in prison because my damn daughters shot at an innocent teacher who y’all thought had dissed a friend that neither of you bitches talk to anymore. I took the fall for that shit, remember, Chyna? This shit is getting real tired and old. You just can’t keep on making mistakes. We have a good life, and we don’t need to be doing no gangbanging shit that can send us to jail. I said it before and I’ll say it again: use what you got and use it to the best of your ability. The only power you need to use to get by is the power of your pussy. Using it in the right way will take you far places in life. Using it in the wrong way will send you six feet under. The choice will always be y’all’s to make, so think like a wise one. Now, I’m going to bed. Simone and Karrine should be back soon, so stop pacing the goddamn floors and wearing them out. Honey called and said their slick mouths could have gotten them hurt, but as their brother, he didn’t feel up to the task. If he did, just think about all the trouble we could find ourselves in right now.”
Mama left me in the kitchen in deep thought. She had been riding that nigga Honey’s nuts, and I didn’t like it one bit. It was no secret that we had done some excessive shit that didn’t make sense. Maybe it was time for me to sit down and have a for real talk with my sisters. They both looked up to me, and if I had the capabilities of shutting some of this mess down, then I would try my best to do it. Mama was starting to seem real stressed by our actions. That was the last thing I wanted.
Karrine and Simone rushed inside almost fifteen minutes later. They laughed about how things went down at Honey’s crib and gave me details about it all. I was so glad that I hadn’t gone with them. I wasn’t sure if I would’ve been able to handle his disrespect. Pulling on the weave was a no-no, and throwing somebody in the basement with pythons wasn’t where it was at. Simone said they were secured behind a glass, but so damn what? That shit was foul.
“Here’s the deal,” I said to my sisters as they leaned against the kitchen counter. “Mama is sick and she needs a break from us tonight. All I have is three appointments set up, along with Mr. Preston. If y’all don’t have a lot goin’ on tonight, let’s get the hell up out of here. I wouldn’t mind goin’ out to the club, but y’all need to tell me what’s up.”