“Is it good, baby?” he asked, gaining speed.
“Yes,” she yelled.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
“Yes, I like it,” she screamed.
“Do you love it?”
“Yes, I love it,” she answered with a moan and a sigh. She could feel her body began to shake as he hit her G-spot continuously. Her legs were tightly wrapped around his waist. He could barely move she was holding him so tightly.
“How does it feel?” he asked. It turned him on knowing that he was doing all that he could do to make her reach her sexual peak. He loved conformation and she loved giving it to him.
“Black, I’m about to cum,” she yelled.
“Yeah?” he asked while forcing his dick deeper inside of her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and stuck her tongue into his mouth, forcing a kiss. Her body bounced up and down until she erupted and her juices were running down the shaft of his dick. The warmness of it caused him to follow suit as he quickly let loose all that he’d tried to hold on to. His legs weakened and he grabbed hold of the sofa to brace himself as all of his energy left his body. She unwrapped her legs and slid off of him. Still facing him, she thought about having the moment last a little longer, but the reality of it all was that her would be leaving and going home to his wife.
“Black, I love you,” she said without thinking. She’d wanted to tell him those words for months but had never mustered up the courage to say it. After she said it and he stood silent, she felt as if she’d made a mistake.
Black stood there, staring at her for a few seconds without replying. He hadn’t figured out what this thing was but he couldn’t hide the way he felt about her any longer. “I love you too, Kiki,” he spoke softly.
A huge smile formed on her face, as that was all she needed to hear. Without speaking another word Black picked up his clothing from the floor and headed to her bathroom to clean up before heading back out. Once in the bathroom he turned on the sink and stared at himself in the mirror. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked himself aloud. He shook his head before grabbing a washcloth and soap. After he was dressed he kissed Kiki good-bye and went on his way.
His next destination was to meet up with Tommy. Earlier that day, Tommy left him a message saying they needed to meet and it was pretty urgent. Tommy was patiently waiting for Black in front of one of their safe houses when he arrived. He quickly exited the car and greeted him with their signature handshake.
“What’s good, man? Sorry I’m late. I had to take care of girlfriend number two,” he joked.
“You a wild boy,” Tommy said as he shook his head. “Let’s step over here for a second.” He nodded his head over to the left of the building.
The two walked over to the dimly lit side door where they could talk in private but still be seen by the armed gunmen who watched the doors.
“So what’s the deal? What so urgent that I had to rush over here?” Black asked immediately, as he was anxious to hear what Tommy had to say.
“You remember the nigga named Reed from up west? He got locked up a couple years ago in that big-ass bust the feds did up Wynnfield.”
Black shook his head, trying to picture him. “Naw, I don’t remember him.”
“You remember, the nigga who had the young nigga Brook who used to run with him. He over Jersey now.”
“Oh yeah, I remember now, I thought that nigga name was Chance or some shit.”
“It is but they call him Reed. Well he just got out of jail and word on the street is he’s trying to move in on our turf.”
“Where the fuck you hear that?”
“A bunch of niggas, you know I always got my ear to the streets. I don’t know if it’s true but I’m saying that’s what I hear. I just don’t want this nigga to creep up on us and we’re not prepared.”
Black stood there, rubbing his hands across his beard deep in thought. If the information was true they needed to come up with a plan to throw him off.
“So what do you wanna do?” Tommy asked, so anxious he could barely stand still.
“I’m thinking, calm down.” Black raised his voice an octave.
“I can’t calm down when a nigga is trying to wreck the shit I live off of.”
“Being all hype is what these niggas want. All they need is to catch you slipping and bam! Your ass is grass. You gotta use your head, man. I know you’re upset. Don’t think I’m not, I just like to think logically and come up with a strategy rather than going in with my heart all angry and shit,” Black replied, trying to calm Tommy down. He hoped that Tommy would use his head.
“I get it, Black, I’m just trying to see what you want me to do. I don’t trust these niggas. I feel like they are planning some shit and I just don’t want our shit to crumble. We’ve worked too hard to let a nigga walk in and take what’s rightfully ours.”
“Could you set up a meeting with your sources? At least that way I can hear all that they’ve heard.”
“Yeah, I can do that. When do you wanna meet?”
“As soon as possible. If you can get them together by tomorrow night I can swing by here and then we can go from there.”
“All right, cool. I will just hit you up tomorrow when I confirm everything.”
“Cool,” Black said, reaching out to shake Tommy’s hand. Tommy entered the building while Black got into his car to drive home. He grabbed his 9 mm handgun from under the seat and placed it on his lap. In the event someone approached he would be prepared for them. Now more than ever he was going to have to look over his shoulders, at least until they were certain things were under control.
Chapter Eight
A Game of Chess
Reed sat outside of a large warehouse, patiently waiting for his seven o’clock meeting. Every so often he’d glance at the time, which was brightly displayed on the car radio, before turning his attention back toward the huge grey metal door guarded by two tall, husky men. Both wore all black from head to toe including their leather gloves, Skullies, and Timberland hiking boots. The two men were engrossed in conversation but aware of their surroundings at the same time. The clock read six forty-five the last time Reed checked but he couldn’t stop himself from looking again at six forty-eight. He wasn’t being impatient, but more so anxious to get this over with.
The past three weeks had been all about this vendetta that Johnny had against Black. He hadn’t even been able to focus on his own plans, or even enjoy his freedom. As he began to think about all the things he wanted to do once this was all over with, two men emerged from the warehouse doors. After shaking the hands of the two guards the men began to make their way over to Reed’s car, which was parked on the opposite side of the street. Both of the men entered the car, one in the passenger seat and one in the back. Reed turned on the car and immediately began pulling out of the parking spot and heading down the dimly lit street.
“Any word from Johnny?” Reed asked, looking over at the man in his passenger seat.
“Yeah, the thirteenth is the day. We can get in, take care of this nigga, Black, and get the fuck outta there,” Justice replied in a deep, raspy tone. Justice was the only one of the two who Reed kept in contact with. The other passenger, Dex, was there in the event that things went awry.
“So what about the girl, Diamond?” Reed questioned. From the conversations that he’d had with Johnny while behind bars, she was the main target but, somehow, the focus seemed to have shifted totally on Black.
“What about her?” Justice asked, turning toward Reed.
“I’m saying, what are we supposed to do about her? I thought she was supposed to be taken care of as well, so I’m a tad bit confused here.”
“Listen, I’m just as clueless as you, dog. Johnny told me that we needed to get the money and get rid of Black, that’s all.”
Reed shook his head and kept quiet to avoid saying the wrong thing. This was exactly the kind of shit he didn’t want to happen. Most importantly, this was exactly why
he had a backup plan. There was something about the two men that didn’t sit well with him. It was almost as if he could feel the knife touching his back ready to stab him as soon as he was caught slipping. He didn’t plan on going out like a sucker, nor did he plan on being used as a pawn in Johnny’s game of chess.
“All right, well, what time is this all supposed to take place?”
“We’ll figure that out next week. What we need to take care of right now is figuring out who is taking care of what.” Justice changed his tone to one of seriousness.
Reed kept his composure, knowing that his responses could be the difference between life and death. Losing his cool would only cause turmoil and he didn’t trust either of them as far as he could throw them.
As Justice sat across from Reed he tried to read his movements and expressions. Johnny always told him to study people, especially those you did dirt with. You never wanted a man who could wreck your life to have one up on you. You always needed to pay attention even when everyone else didn’t. Though he didn’t know Reed personally, he’d sat with Johnny on many visits and he’d read a lot of letters where Reed was the topic of discussion. Though Johnny was just a teenager when he was locked away, being in prison turned him into a man quickly. It also made him more streetwise than he probably ever would have been at home.
“Okay, so what is it that I am supposed to do? Because you still haven’t been clear about that, or really anything for that matter,” Reed blurted after a few moments of silence.
“Your job is managing any bystanders, including the girl. We’ll take care of getting the money and we’ll take care of Black.”
“And when will I get my cut?” Reed asked.
“We’ll meet after a few days and give you what’s owed to you.”
Deep down Reed was feeling less comfortable by the second. He had to figure out a way to use his own man as backup. He knew something was wrong. It was just a gut feeling and most of the time his gut was right. By the way Justice spoke, it was almost as if he believed Reed was a pushover or a punk, and he was neither. Justice continued his speech as Reed sat quietly, thinking of his own strategy. After a few more minutes of driving and conversation Reed was pulling back up in front of the warehouse where he’d picked them up. The two men exited the car and Justice quickly shook Reed’s hand before walking across the street toward his own car, which was parked on the corner.
Reed watched as he opened the door and got inside. He was thinking that he’d gotten himself into a situation that might not have been in his best interest. Thinking back to the day that he agreed to taking care of this for Johnny, he wasn’t 100 percent sure of what made him say yes. Yeah, he wanted the money, but he didn’t need it. Things were pretty much set for him financially. Was it greed? Or, was it just the excitement of it all? He asked himself these questions over and over again because he was the type of man who needed to make sense of anything that he did, even if it didn’t make sense to anyone else.
As he began to drive off his cell phone rang and the name “Lucky” flashed across his screen. He’d called her a few times since the night that she’d first given him her number, but he’d been so busy the past few weeks that he hadn’t gotten around to actually hooking up with her. He lifted the phone from his lap and pressed the green call button and cleared his throat before speaking.
“Hello,” he said in a deep baritone.
“Is Reed available?” Her voice oozed sexiness through the receiver.
“This is Reed, who’s this?” he asked, though he’d already saved her number and knew who she was before he’d even answered.
“This is Lucky, the dancer you met at the club,” she reminded him.
“Oh, okay. I erased your number from my phone when you never called me back,” he lied.
“I’m sorry, I was working like crazy. Trying to pay my tuition for school. It wasn’t intentional at all. I definitely wanted to talk to you.”
“Is that right?” he asked, smiling but maintaining a serious tone.
“Definitely, I have never given my number to a customer. First of all, it’s against the rules, but besides that, you’re the sexiest man I’ve seen in a very long time.”
Reed shook his head, knowing that she’d probably spit the same game to other men on different occasions. Here she was, a stripper trying to act like an innocent schoolgirl. There was something about her that intrigued him and because of that he entertained the conversation a little longer than he normally would.
“So, what are you getting into tonight? I’m assuming that you’re going to work.”
“Actually, I didn’t work tonight. I took a ‘me day’ for some much-needed relaxation,” she replied, hoping that his next question would involve meeting him and hanging out for the evening.
“Relaxation, huh? So I guess that means your full of energy then?” He laughed.
“Yup, Energizer Bunny!” She let out a girlish giggle.
“Well, what are you trying to get into? You feel like hanging out?”
“Depends on what you have in mind.”
“Well, I’m a man who likes to surprise. If you’re not up to it, I totally understand, but if I tell you everything you won’t appreciate the details as much.”
“Well, how much detail could you possibly whip up on such short notice?” she asked, shaking her head. She wasn’t impressed but she was eager to hear more. She got comfortable in her seat and waited for him to answer.
“You’d be surprised what a man like me could do with a little bit of time. I can make the impossible very possible. Believe me,” he replied with confidence. He didn’t have a clue what he wanted to do but he had to make it sound good if he wanted to keep her attention. “And if you don’t know about me now, you will by the end of the night. That’s for damn sure.” He laughed.
“Well, we’re wasting time talking. I should be getting ready for you to pick me up,” she said with a huge smile on her face. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had made her this anxious to see him. She couldn’t wait to get off the phone to hurry upstairs to pick the flyest outfit in the closet.
“You’re absolutely right. Well you get ready, text me your address, and I will see you in an hour. Is that enough time or are you one of those two-to-three-hour women?”
“Please, I am naturally beautiful. I can be ready in less than an hour and still look like I stepped off of a magazine spread. I’m the shit, boy; don’t doubt me.” She laughed.
“All right then, I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Okay, I’ll be waiting.”
Lucky sent her address to his phone as requested before running to the bathroom to jump in the shower. She made sure to pay extra attention to the hot spots in the event that things turned physical. She lathered her body with her Victoria’s Secret Pure Seduction body wash a total of four times. She even completed a smell test before exiting the shower to be sure that things were in order.
She glanced at the clock and realized that she had used up twenty minutes in the shower. She didn’t know much about but Reed, but if he was punctual she’d hate to keep him waiting, especially after proclaiming how fast she could be prepared.
She ran down the hall to her bedroom and rummaged through her drawer to find underwear. Wanting the perfect set, she’d knocked most of what was in the drawer onto the floor. She settled on a black lace bra and thong. Black was always sexy, especially on her size-eight curvy frame. She’d been blessed by the best with a full thirty-eight double-D cup, twenty-seven-inch waist, and forty-two-inch hips. A Coke bottle didn’t have shit on this brick house. It didn’t stop at the great frame either—she also had a face as beautiful as a porcelain doll. Her skin was a glowing caramel and remained blemish free. Unlike some of the other dancers at the club, Lucky could quickly transform from the stage to the classy woman you would love to carry on your arm or to meet Mama. Naturally, she was great in bed, using her dancing and stage skills to make a man lose his mind. She worked hard at perfecting he
r lovemaking skill to ensure that her future husband would be satisfied.
After slipping into her all-black Badgely Mischka mid-thigh-length dress, which generously accentuated her curves, and putting on her Christian Louboutin glitter daffodil pumps, she was dressed to impress without a minute to spare. As promised, Reed rang her bell at exactly one hour, and Lucky loved a man of his word. She hurried to the door but stopped just short of it to look at herself in the floor-length mirror once more to be sure that everything was still in place. Once she was satisfied with her look she opened the door with a huge smile and one hand placed on her hip.
Reed looked her up and down and rubbed the hair on his chin before speaking. “Damn, you look even better with clothes on. I didn’t know that shit was even possible.” He laughed while Lucky did a quick spin to give him a full 360-degree view. “I would’ve planned something a little more fancy if I knew you would come out with your Sunday’s best on.” He continued to laugh.
“This isn’t hardly my Sunday’s best. More like a Saturday night special, and I can change if I’m gonna be wasting a good outfit,” she said, twisting her lip.
“I was just playing. Come on now, you need that outfit just to walk with me.” He laughed. “But I wouldn’t have you get all dressed up for nothing. I’m not that dude.”
“I would hope not.” She smiled, feeling a little better.
“Did you pack an overnight bag?”
“An overnight bag? Who said I was staying overnight with you?”
“I did. Trust me, after a night with me, you won’t want to come home tonight. Hell you may not ever want to come home for real, for real.”
“Oh, really?” she asked. She wasn’t sure if it was confidence or arrogance; either way, it was a turn-on. Reed stood there, silent, as Lucky stared at him waiting for a response. After a few seconds she broke the silence. “Okay, give me a few minutes. I’ll go pack a bag.”
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