R.I.C.O.

by C. J. Hudson

  “Don’t be in there all night,” Rita yelled in her direction.

  “Ten minutes,” Janine said, looking back over her shoulder. After knocking on the door, she struck her sexiest pose. She planned to give Damon some quick pussy and try to get a few dollars out of him for the club. When Damon opened the door, his dick jumped. The tight outfit Janine had on fit her like a second layer of skin. Still, Damon had to maintain his hard image.

  “Janine, what the fuck you doing here? What if my bitch was up in here?”

  “Is she?” Janine said, batting her eyes.

  “Don’t be a smart-ass. Now, what the fuck do you want?”

  “Well,” she said, walking in uninvited, “me and my girl was on our way to the club, and I just thought that I would come by and see if you had something you needed me to take care of.” In one swift motion, Janine turned next to Damon’s crotch. She licked her lips as she grabbed his rock-hard member. She was just about to drop to her knees when she sensed the presence of someone else looming. When she peeped around Damon’s shoulder, she saw an older man with a lustful look in his eyes. Janine quickly removed her hand.

  “Sorry for interrupting, dawg, but I need to take a shower and get this prison funk off me.”

  “Down the hall and to the right, dawg.”

  “Who the fuck is that?” Janine asked.

  “He’s my muthafuckin’ uncle. Stop acting like a bitch.”

  “I’m sorry, babe. I just thought that I could come over and—”

  “Yeah, I know what the fuck you were thinking. You’re thinking that you were gonna come over here, give me a blow job, and get some bread out of me. Sound about right?”

  Janine’s voice caught in her throat. Damon had hit the nail on the head. But what neither he nor Rita knew was that Janine had another motive. She had fully intended to try to talk Damon into making her his number one bitch again.

  “Yeah, that’s what the fuck I thought.”

  “That ain’t the only reason I came by. I really wanted to talk to you about us.”

  “Us? The fuck you mean us? You know I got a bitch, so stop tripping.”

  “Fuck that dusty bitch. I’m the one you should be making your queen.”

  Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. She hadn’t meant to get so emotional, but standing face-to-face with her former lover had her feeling some kind of way.

  “Fuck is wrong with you, ma? You act like we just broke up yesterday.”

  “It ain’t like you gave me a choice in the matter.”

  “First of all, lower ya’ damn voice,” Damon said in a low but deadly tone. Her whining was starting to make his dick go soft. “Matter of fact, you need to get the fuck out. I ain’t got time for the bullshit.” Damon turned to walk away, and Janine fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around his leg.

  “Baby, please. I need you back in my life.”

  “Get the fuck off me.”

  Damon jerked his leg away from her. In the process, his foot hit her in the chin and snapped her head back. Undeterred, Janine lunged for his leg again. She had finally broke. She’d been hoping that his screwing around with Dani was just a fling. But the reality was finally starting to hit her hard that Dani was his main lady, and there didn’t seem to be anything she could do about it.

  “Damon, please, I’ll do anything.”

  Damon heard the shower shut off, and a sinister thought popped into his freaky mind. He stared at Janine for a few seconds and then dropped a bomb on her.

  “You’ll do anything, huh?”

  “Anything, baby. I just wanna be yo’ number one bitch again.”

  Janine had utterly forgotten about Rita waiting in the car. From the time she knocked on the door until now, her mission had changed. When Damon knelt to face her, Janine noticed a strange gleam in his eye.

  “I tell you what. If you really wanna prove to me that you’re willing to do anything to get me back, I have an idea. That dude that just came out here? Well, he’s my uncle, and he just got out of prison.”

  “Oh, okay. I know he probably wants a good home cooked meal.”

  “Yeah, he does, but that’s not exactly what I meant.” Damon reached down and grabbed her tit. He gently squeezed her nipple and smiled at her. “You know, if I had to go seven years without getting any pussy, I would go crazy.”

  “Wait. What the hell are you asking me to do, Damon?”

  Janine had a pretty good idea where he was going with his statements, but she had to be sure before she jumped to any conclusions.

  “You know what the fuck I’m asking you to do, so stop playing stupid.”

  Janine’s face twisted. Her nose wrinkled up as if she were smelling something rotten.

  “Damon, are you telling me that you want me to go back there and fuck your uncle?”

  “You said you would do anything,” he said, using her own words against her.

  “I-I-I know, but this? Damon, I don’t know about this. I mean, that’s—”

  “I knew it! I knew your ass was just talking shit.”

  “No, baby, it’s not like that. It’s just that . . . I mean . . . I love you, and—”

  “Then prove it! You know what? Never mind. And you wonder why I replaced your ass with Dani. She didn’t have a problem doing it when I asked her to,” he lied.

  Damon had never asked Dani to do anything like that. But, of course, Janine didn’t know that. She didn’t want to do what Damon was asking, but it might be the only way she could get him back. She took a deep breath and dropped her head.

  “Okay,” she said softly.

  “Okay, what?”

  “I’ll fuck your uncle. Just let me go tell Rita to take my car and come back and get me in about thirty minutes. Will that be long enough for him to get his nut off?”

  “Yeah, that should get it. And don’t worry about Rita. I’ll go out and tell her. Just go handle ya’ business. And don’t worry. I got half a stack for you when you come out.”

  His so-called generosity made her feel worse. Not only was he asking her to have sex with his uncle, but he was also now offering to pay her to do it. Damon watched as Janine walked toward his guest bedroom. As soon as he heard the door close, he walked into his living room, dropped down on the couch, and texted Rita.

  * * *

  The further Rita scrolled down Facebook and Instagram, the more pissed off she became. Although it occupied her attention while Janine was doing God knows what with Damon, she was getting restless. Janine had told her that she would only be gone for a short period, but the time on her cell phone revealed that she’d been gone at least thirty minutes. If she had to guess, she would conclude that her friend was either on her knees swallowing Damon’s meat or lying on her back getting pounded by it. She was just about to spark up the blunt she was saving for after they left the club when her cell phone buzzed. After reading the message, Rita got out of the car and headed toward the house. Her three-inch pumps tapped against the cement as she walked up the steps.

  Even though she could barely walk in the tight Capri pants she was wearing, she was cute and fly. As soon as she walked through the door, she heard the loud moaning coming from the back. She casually strolled into the living room, where Damon was sitting on the couch, sipping liquor, and kicked off her pumps. She smiled when she glanced down and saw Damon stroking his dick. As fast as she could, Rita pulled off her pants and straddled him.

  “Damn, it sounds like he’s fucking the shit out of my girl back there. So, uh . . . Why don’t you let me show you the attention that your so-called mistress is showing to someone else?”

  Rita grabbed Damon’s dick and guided it into her juicy hole. The two of them had been carrying on for the last two months. It started when Damon went over to Janine’s house drunk one day, trying to get laid. Dani was on her period, so she wasn’t an option. When Damon got there, Janine wasn’t there, but Rita was. Janine had an errand to run but was expecting a package from the mailman. She didn’t want to miss
it, so she had Rita come over and stay there until she got back. When Rita answered the door wearing shorts and a tank top, Damon was immediately turned on. After inquiring about Janine’s whereabouts, Damon went to the bathroom to relieve himself. After doing so, an idea formed in his head. He wanted to fuck, and he didn’t care if it was with Janine or her best friend. Since he was obviously under the influence of alcohol, Damon figured that he had an excuse if he made a pass at Rita, and it went to the left. When he left the bathroom, his pants were unzipped, and his dick was hanging out. As soon as Rita saw him, she covered her eyes.

  “Boy, what the hell you think you doing?” she asked. “Cover your damn self.”

  “Huh? What the hell are you talking about?” he’d asked, playing dumb.

  “I’m talking about you bringing your ass out here with your dick . . . hanging out.”

  Rita’s voice trailed off as she uncovered her eyes and saw Damon’s semierect penis sticking out. To say that she was amazed at the size was an understatement. Now, she understood why Janine was so in love with him. Damon had a horse’s dick attached to a human frame. One thing led to another, and the next thing she knew, Damon had her legs spread and was smashing her out. The two of them had been sneaking around ever since.

  After riding Damon’s dick until he nutted in her, Rita put her pants back on and headed for the door. It was the first time he’d ever come in her, and he instantly regretted doing it.

  “Hey, you are on the pill, right?”

  Rita simply shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not,” she said, smiling wickedly.

  Damon cocked his head to the side and glared at the door.

  “I know this bitch ain’t trying to be funny,” he mumbled to himself. He didn’t know why she’d made the snide remark, but she’d better not turn up pregnant. If she did, he would make sure that she turned up dead.

  While Rita was walking back to the car, she noticed another vehicle pulling off down the street. She squinted her eyes and immediately burst out laughing when she recognized the car. She continued cracking up until she got in the car and fired up her blunt. While waiting for her friend, she decided to be nosy. She opened the glove compartment and rummaged around in it. She became curious when she saw a box from Amazon labeled “vehicle tracking device.”

  “The fuck is she doing with this?” she mumbled to herself. “I know she ain’t about to try to keep tabs on this nigga.”

  She quickly put it back in the glove compartment when she saw Janine coming out. As she approached the car, Rita could clearly see tears streaking down her face.

  “What’s wrong?” Rita asked as she got back into the car.

  “Asshole! He’s just a fuckin’ asshole!” Janine cried. Laying her head on the steering wheel, she sobbed heavily.

  “That nigga tricked me into doing something he knew I didn’t want to do, and then he reneged on his fuckin’ promise.”

  “Promise? What promise? What did he make you do?” Rita asked, pretending as if she didn’t know.

  Janine opened her mouth to speak but choked the words back down her throat. What she had allowed Damon to talk her into doing was beyond humiliating and embarrassing.

  “You know what? Let’s just go to the club. I don’t even want to talk about it.”

  Rita didn’t know how Janine would feel if she knew that Dani had been there, so she decided to keep that information to herself.

  * * *

  Dani banged on the steering wheel. Her tears splashed onto the seat as they flowed from her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She was so mad that she could barely see straight. Dani wasn’t a fool enough to believe that Damon wasn’t sleeping with other women. But seeing it with her own two eyes was just too much. After following his advice and driving over the grass to get around the car that had her blocked in, Dani couldn’t wait to surprise her man and give him some of her good pussy. But instead, it was she who got surprised. She could have banged on the door after looking in the window and seeing some other bitch riding her man but moving like that on a man such as Damon would have surely gotten her an ass whipping. Because the woman’s back was facing the window, Dani had no idea who it was Damon was sexing. She would bet her last dollar that it was that tramp Janine; however, Dani had to weigh her options. Did she want to accept his cheating ways to be the next queen or walk away from him and stick with Sunny and her crew, just in case Damon’s plan fell through, and Darnell killed him for his betrayal? She would take her time to decide because her next move would have to be her best move. It was a matter of life and death.

  Chapter 27

  The long-awaited meeting between Darnell and his capos was finally at hand. The four capos all wondered what it was about, and although sleeping with a member of Sunny’s crew had its advantages, Damon was in the dark just like everyone else. Dani still hadn’t made her mind up if she would go along with his plan or make her bones with Sunny’s crew. When Damon asked her what the meeting was about, she lied and told him that she had no idea. The image of the woman straddling her man was impossible to ignore. It had been two weeks since the incident, and Dani was putting on an incredible acting job. She wanted so badly to confront Damon about fucking another bitch but decided to keep quiet about it until she decided what she wanted to do. She was torn about the situation. She had fallen hard for Damon, which is why his betrayal hurt her so much. But more than that, the way she saw it, Damon had blown her off when she asked him to come and pick her up in favor of another broad. Still, she wanted to be the next queen bitch of the city, so forgiving him for fucking another bitch might be a small price to pay.

  Blue fidgeted in his seat. He didn’t like meetings, and this one was no exception. He smelled some bullshit coming and didn’t want to get caught in a shitstorm.

  “Be easy, my dude,” his top soldier, Razor, said, patting him on the shoulder.

  Never one to miss an opportunity to be an asshole, Damon smirked. “Damn, nigga, why don’t you just give him a fucking massage while you’re at it,” he said, laughing.

  “Fuck you say, nigga?”

  “You heard me, Mr. Midget.”

  Blue’s face contorted into a mask of anger. Slowly, he rose to his feet and balled up his fists. “You know what, nigga? Every time we have a meeting, you start some bullshit.”

  “And I’m gonna keep talking shit,” Damon said, still laughing.

  “Maybe I should just come over there and close that big-ass mouth for you, nigga.”

  Damon stopped laughing. His nostrils flared as he got out of his seat. “Nigga, I wish yo’ ass would.”

  Razor started to stand up but changed his mind when he looked across the table and saw the murderous look that Moon was giving him. Each lieutenant was allowed to bring one soldier with them.

  Trey, who was amused by the entire scene, looked at his lead soldier, Zena, and shook his head. Zena was stunningly beautiful. She had long, flowing hair, but it was natural, not permed. She was six foot even, with a model’s smile and figure. But make no mistake, she was as deadly as a venomous pit viper and just as mean.

  OG Hann was the only capo who’d declined to bring a soldier with him. He was so well respected by the others that he wasn’t worried about anyone wanting the smoke.

  Sitting off to the side with an amused look on his face was Duck. He’d been tasked with babysitting them until Darnell and Turiq arrived. He could’ve spoken up when Damon and Blue looked as if they were going to come to blows, but he wanted to see how it would play out. He would have loved to see Blue beat the brakes off Damon’s ass, although he doubted very seriously if he could. After seeing enough, Duck decided to speak up.

  “That’s enough. Y’all two niggas sit down and shut the fuck up. Damon, leave muthafuckas alone. You always starting some bullshit.”

  Damon mean mugged Duck as he slowly sat back down. He wanted to pop fly but thought better of it. Instead, he uttered a sarcastic response. “Yes, sir, boss man,” he said saluting.

  “Nigga, don’t get s
mart with me. I ain’t Blue,” he said to him.

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean, dawg?” Blue asked, feeling slighted.

  “Nothing, my dude. I’m just telling this nigga to fall back.”

  “Fuck is going on in here?” Darnell yelled as he entered the room.

  He had a look on his face that said that he wasn’t in the mood for the bullshit. Turiq and Lard flanked him. Walking in behind him was Sunny and Jazmine. Moon took one look at Jazmine and got a hard-on. To him, she was the sexiest thing walking the earth. When he looked at Darnell, however, he had to do a double take.

  “Well?” Darnell said, staring at Duck.

  “Ain’t nothing, my G. Just a little lip service.”

  “Yeah? Well, I ain’t in the mood for that shit today, so y’all knock off whatever the fuck it is.”

  Darnell walked to the end of the table and took his seat. He focused his gaze on each one of them as he began to speak. “I know that you are all wondering what this meeting is about. Before I go on, I want you all to meet my daughter, Sunny. And this is her friend, Jazmine. She’s Turiq’s daughter.”

  Jazmine looked at the stony faces and cringed. Although her father was second in command, this was the first time that she’d ever been around a bunch of drug dealers and killers, and it unnerved her. Sunny, however, had no such qualms. Since being forced to kill her childhood friend, Sunny had changed. Her eyes had grown cold over the last few weeks. The once-alluring smile was now little more than a sneer. She looked around the room and took in all the faces. Her eyes seemed to linger on Moon. He seemed very familiar to her, but she couldn’t place him, so she let it go.

  “Now, back to the reason you are all here. I’ve made a decision. It’s a decision that some of you won’t like, and it’s a decision that some of you will downright hate. But it’s one that you will have to accept if you plan on continuing to eat off my plate.”

  The lieutenants all looked toward one another, wondering what could possibly be going on. When Darnell was sure that the gravity of his words had sunk in, he continued.