She also wrapped her hand around his hard dick and stroked him lovingly. His big, thick dick felt like a steel pipe in her manicured grip. Without missing a beat, Pike buried his face between the soft flesh of her breasts and pushed both nipples together and sucked them at the same time.
He pulled his face back and said, “I want you so bad I can’t see straight.”
She reached between his legs, holding his big dick and rubbed it on the slit of her pussy. She wanted to feel him so badly. She wanted Pike to fuck her. But first, she wanted intimacy with him. He reached into the nightstand near his bed and pulled out some condoms, the Magnum size. He definitely couldn’t fit his dick into anything less. Pike opened the package with his teeth and slid it on his big dick. He was ready to take his glory. It had been too long of a wait.
Sharon started grinding on him, and then she straddled his lap and pressed her hands against his chest. Neither of them could wait any longer. Pike pushed the head in, and she moaned and felt her body tighten from the intense sensation inside of her. She was tighter than usual from not having had sex in so long. Pike took his time entering the dripping wet punani. She slowly felt his hard flesh piercing her insides and collapsing her walls as he had to work hard to get it all in. She felt his balls slamming against her as he thrust upwards with the head of his dick deep inside of her.
“Oh shit, oh shit…damn baby, you feel so good. Ooooh, this pussy feels so good,” Pike cooed.
Sharon moaned and fucked him with her eyes closed. She felt his throbbing dick rolling in and out of her. Their sweaty bodies collided on the sheets. They locked lips again and Pike squeezed her tits as she unhurriedly and soothingly bounced up and down on him in a romantic lock.
They gripped each other lovingly—twisting, kissing, sexing, and turning, wrapping themselves into each other and in the sheets. It was intimacy at its best. Pike pushed every inch of dick inside of Sharon, rhythmically, methodically, and sensually. She grabbed his ass and tried to get him to fuck her harder. They grunted and groaned, fucking each other senseless until Pike cried out, “Oh shit, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!”
“Cum in this pussy, baby.”
With togetherness, they came as one with their damp bodies slipping and sliding in sync. Pike shot so much semen into the condom, it felt like the dam was about to rupture. Sharon held him close to her heart. He soon rolled over on the bed and was exhausted, staring at the ceiling, his chest heaving up and down, and not saying a word.
“That felt so good,” he finally said.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Was it worth the wait?” she asked.
He smiled.
She had finally given in to him, and when she did, it was much more than sex or fucking; they made heated and passionate love. Sharon was bringing out the better man in Pike, which made him want to do better things in his life.
As they lay snuggled up next to each other, they started talking about so many things, including him returning to school to finish his education. They talked about basketball—Sharon encouraged him to play basketball overseas—and then they talked about their past. And then Pike started talking about saving his drug money so that he could get them a bigger and better place and, maybe, a legit job.
One thing was for sure: Pike and Sharon were officially a couple. She was so happy and relieved. It looked like things were going to move ahead for her. She always had trust and faith, and it had paid off for her. She was confident that she’d truly made the right choice in her life.
She pulled the covers over them and they drifted off to sleep together in happiness.
Sixteen
The block was no different. Brooklyn was always going to be the same; ride or die, rowdy, and cluttered with the same old bullshit. But no matter what, Brooklyn was Cristal’s heart and what she knew. She was getting used to her new SoHo apartment with a whole new attitude, but she needed something to do. Being in Manhattan around the uppity white folks all the time was getting depressing. So she made her escape to Brooklyn.
Under the rapidly graying sky in the fall weather, she parked her Accord on the busy two-way street and gazed out at some familiar faces on the block. The hustlers, players, and thugs were crowding the block like clockwork, and the hoochie mamas in their tight and scanty attire were right behind them, flaunting their goodies and flirting with smiles. Just a few short months ago, Cristal and her crew were among those frivolous bitches hugging the block with the bad boys, trying to catch their attention and snatch up a money nigga to spend that paper on them.
But that was back then.
Cristal had already blown through most of the twenty-four thousand dollars on nice furniture, music, clothes, jewelry, electronics, and other expensive items. Being low on funds, it felt like her life was returning back to normal. Cristal didn’t want her life to go back to normal. Normal was difficult. Normal wasn’t fun. She was ready to prove herself to the Commission, but since her return there hadn’t been one murdergram delivered or any assignments to execute, and her life in SoHo was starting to become boring and out of touch.
It had been a month too long of waiting. She started to hang out with old friends again—Tamar, Mona, and Sharon, minus Lisa. Old routines, feelings, and habits started to set in again. The girls started hanging at Pike’s apartment once more, smoking weed and joking around. When Sharon would ask about Lisa and why she was the only one that didn’t come back, the girl’s only explanation to their friend was that she loved being on Long Island so much, and that she met a guy. They tried to sell that she decided to stay and be happy with her new man and her new life. In reality, the girls were clueless about Lisa’s absence. They thought she’d become a lone wolf for the Commission, which they’d all thought was impossible. Lisa was never an aggressor like that; mostly she was a follower. She was quiet most times, but they always said “Watch out for the quiet ones.”
Whatever had happened to Lisa, lone wolf or not, the Commission kept it a secret. They were the only ones who knew the truth, and the unwitting girls were only pawns moving on a chessboard so big, it was hard to see the end.
“Why don’t she ever call?” Sharon would ask.
The girls would be dumbfounded by the question. It would be Tamar who was smart enough to perpetuate the lie. “Yo, fuck that bitch! She went up that way, got strung out over some dick, and now she act like she too fuckin’ good to call a bitch. That bitch was fake in the first place.”
Cristal cosigned on that. “To forget about your friends over some dick, fuck it and fuck her. If she wanna stay away, then that’s her life.”
Mona didn’t say a word.
“Did y’all have a falling out?” Sharon asked.
“She had the falling out. Her true colors came out,” Tamar said.
Truth be told, Tamar, Cristal, and Mona were becoming increasingly worried about Lisa. Their gut told them that Lisa wasn’t capable of being a lone wolf assassin. No one wanted to say it out loud in fear that their words would manifest into truth, but what if Lisa never made it out of that camp, alive?
However, in order to protect themselves and Sharon, they had to disparage their best friend’s name. They could never allow Sharon, or anyone else, to find out the details of the Commission.
The sudden, harsh attitude toward their friend was boggling for Sharon. Why were they against Lisa and talking badly about her so suddenly? And since they been back, all three of them had been hush-hush about their new lives and their employment, not uttering a single word to Sharon. She found it strange for her friends to leave for three months to train for a job with little to show for it and basically never having to go to work.
Nevertheless, for Sharon, it was good to have friends around again, especially when Mesha made it clear on the streets that she wasn’t happy to hear about Pike and Sharon’s relationship. She threatened to cause bodily harm to Sharon when they crossed paths.
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��So, you and Pike, wow! You actually got the nigga to commit to a relationship with you. Damn, Sharon, you must got that platinum pussy between your legs,” Mona joked.
“Yeah, bitch, how that happened?” Cristal asked.
“Easily. He knows a good woman when he sees one,” Sharon replied proudly.
“You finally decided to wipe the cobwebs from your pussy, snatched away the ‘do not enter sign,’ and finally allowed admission, huh,” Tamar said. “That’s what up, bitch.”
Sharon proudly smiled with that smug look aimed at her friends, I told you so! It felt good to be wifey. So many bitches tried, but she was the woman who conquered. She had moved in and was already turning his place into a home.
The girls shared a blunt and some drinks and talked shit to each other like nothing had changed. Pike wasn’t home; he was on the streets taking care of business with Rich, and they had the apartment to themselves.
Sharon took the blunt to her lips and inhaled the burning Kush a few times. She passed the blunt over to Mona and leaned back into the cushion with her eyes seeded from the high she felt. She smiled, looking reflective, and thought about how Pike had eaten her pussy out the night before. His tongue had traveled so far up her pussy and his lips and mouth had sucked on her clit so fervently that it didn’t take long for her to cum like a geyser exploding.
“Bitch, I see you glowing over there,” said Tamar. “It must be nice.”
“Joyful,” Sharon said.
“Damn, Pike got you open like that?”
“He do,” she admitted.
“So, when is the wedding and the baby coming? Cuz you know I’m gonna be the godmother of that baby,” Tamar proclaimed loudly.
“No bitch, I’m gonna be their baby’s godmother,” Cristal uttered.
Sharon laughed. It was only two weeks into their relationship, and her friends were already planning her wedding and baby shower and making her barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.
“So y’all fuckin’, huh, you suckin’ his dick like a porn star. Shit, wit’ ya big lips and his big dick it’s like giants colliding,” Mona said.
“Anyway, y’all bitches are perverts and need to stay out my business, because y’all damn sure ain’t telling me about yours. But I’m so happy to finally have y’all back. I missed all of y’all,” Sharon exclaimed affably.
“We happy to be back.”
Sharon sighed, though. “I just wish Lisa was here with us. I miss her.”
Her friends remained quiet.
The girls left the apartment building with the urge to chomp down on some snacks; they had a serious case of the munchies after smoking for hours. They headed to the nearest corner bodega up the street.
Cristal, Sharon, Tamar, and Mona continued talking and laughing while walking, unaware that Mesha and her wild band of misfits were close by and on the hunt for Sharon. Constantly hearing about Pike and Sharon’s relationship was making Mesha crazy. Pike was her boyfriend, and no one was going to tell her any different.
The girls walked into the bodega and started snatching up every kind of junk food off the shelves and racks. Cristal piled up on chocolate bars and cigarettes. Tamar went for the potato chips and cupcakes. Mona raided the fridges for juices, and Sharon needed to take a call on her cell phone. Before she stepped out of the store, she hollered out, “Don’t forget my Doritos.”
She stepped out to answer the phone call from a friend. The minute she was outside, she found herself in danger. Mesha zeroed in on Sharon, and she and her squad stormed toward her, brimming with rage.
“Bitch, I told you to stay away from my fuckin’ man!” Mesha shouted.
Sharon pivoted to confront Mesha. She scowled and didn’t even see the attack coming. Mesha was never the one to talk, and her fists went flying toward Sharon. The punch coming from Mesha wasn’t powerful, but it stung like a bee sting. And before Sharon knew it, she found herself surrounded by four of Mesha’s scowling cohorts. They swarmed in on her crazily; punches and kicks came from every direction.
“Fuck that bitch up!” Mesha shouted.
“Yeah, bitch, what!”
Sharon tried holding her own, wildly swinging back at them and shredding clothing and kicking madly at her attackers, but to no avail; she was swiftly overwhelmed by pure rage and hatred.
“You stupid fuckin’ bitch!” someone screamed.
“Get the fuck off me!” screamed Sharon as she felt herself being forcefully dragged to the ground so they could stomp her out.
The melee in front of the bodega started to draw a crowd who circled around the beatdown of a single woman. Sharon felt her hair being pulled out, her shirt tearing, her side caving in like a wall collapsing, and her tits being exposed because Mesha made it her business to embarrass her.
Hearing the melee outside, Tamar was ready to sprint from the bodega and aid her friend. But when Cristal grabbed her by the shirt and held Tamar back from intervening, Tamar looked back at Cristal like she was crazy.
“What the fuck you doin’, Cristal?! Get the fuck off me! They jumping Sharon!” Tamar shouted.
Mona looked on helplessly for Cristal and Tamar to jump in, but Cristal shot her a sharp look. It was their friend being beaten badly outside. Why weren’t they helping her?
“We can’t, you know the rules,” Cristal spat.
“What?” Tamar shouted.
“We just fuckin’ can’t!” Cristal reiterated.
It suddenly dawned on Tamar and Mona that the Commission wouldn’t allow it. They couldn’t afford to get arrested or mess around and end up killing one of the girls jumping Sharon. They had the skill, but it was a mere street brawl, and despite their friend being involved and torn apart by their rivals, the three of them had to helplessly watch and show apathy toward her.
Mesha wanted to really hurt Sharon. The bottom of her sneakers repeatedly came across the side of Sharon’s face, along with several other shoes crushing down on her, spewing blood and mangling her. Her natural hair was in disarray. Mesha’s female goons punched, kicked, pulled, tore, and spit on Sharon as she lay vulnerable and unaided against the hard concrete. They were ruthless, like a pack of hyenas in the jungle attacking some prey.
Out of the blue, Rich’s car came to a screeching stop at the curb near the bodega and the melee. Pike leaped out from the passenger’s side like a bullet discharging from a firing gun and went flying into the crowd watching the fight. He had a gut feeling his girl was involved in a fight and when he saw Mesha and her goons jumping on Sharon, he didn’t hesitate to protect her. With his fists clenched, bitches or not, he went in swinging like Floyd Mayweather, going crazy and going hard as a muthafucka on Mesha and her crew. Pike began knocking bitches out.
“Get the fuck off her! Y’all bitches crazy!” he screamed.
Mesha went flying back like the wind lifted her off her feet with one hit from Pike. And when her bitches tried to fight Pike, he let them all know who was boss on the block. He went at each one of them like they were men, not giving a fuck if they were females. Rich aided his friend in the scuffle; they were outnumbered, but not overwhelmed by tits and ass trying to fight them back.
Things quickly got uglier like a fire raging out of control when a male bystander watching the conflict shouted to Pike, “You gonna hit bitches like that, nigga!”
“Fuck you, nigga! I’ll fuck you up too, nigga!” Pike retorted.
And in a heartbeat, he charged at Pike, and Rich charged at the man. The chaos on the corner started to spiral out of control while Sharon lay badly injured and bleeding. She felt like she had been run over by a truck. She thought her ribs were broken and could barely move from the pain. But what hurt her more was not having any help from her friends.
Cops came pulling up on the curb like they were ready to do a raid and a half dozen uniformed officers came bursting out of their cars ready to break up the
fight and make arrests. Cristal and her crew watched from a distance as disaster unfolded in front of them, and just as she predicted, Mesha, her crew, Pike, Rich, and a few others were quickly arrested, while Sharon was placed on a gurney and rushed to the nearest hospital.
Mona felt like shit. It shouldn’t have gone down like that. They were all best friends. But what could they do? While Mona wrestled with her feelings, Tamar and Cristal stood stoically like statues.
It was the right choice to stay out of the fight. And that’s that.
Seventeen
Sharon lay badly beaten and bandaged in the emergency room at Harlem Hospital Center. She was fortunate that she hadn’t suffered any internal bleeding, but the damage had been done. Her face was almost unrecognizable. She’d injured her hip and had a broken arm, a sprained hand, broken fingers, and more cuts and bruises on her face than a contender in a Mike Tyson fight.
It was an ugly fight, and Pike, like the man he was, came to her rescue like her knight in shining armor. But what had happened to her friends? Why did they abandon her like she was some stranger on the street? It was the million-dollar question everyone wanted to know.
Cristal, Tamar, and Mona walked into the emergency room searching for their friend. When they saw Sharon sprawled out on the gurney near the back of the emergency room looking like she had been run over a few times by some dump trucks, they felt awful. Back in the day, something like that would have never gone down. They would have torn Mesha and her crew apart. But things had changed, and they couldn’t give anyone a reasonable explanation why they hadn’t all come to Sharon’s aid when she truly needed them the most.
The neighborhood started talking. Word had gotten out about the fight, and it reflected badly on Cristal and her peoples. They had to wrestle with feelings of guilt, but Cristal had to put it all back in the right perspective—they had a future to protect and they weren’t about to throw it all away on some hood fight. She used Pike as an example: His stupidity in life had cost him his career in the NBA.
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