I didn’t need to be told twice. I straddled him and slowly slid down on his piece. I had to give my pussy the chance to adjust to that nigga’s size. It didn’t take long though before I was slamming up and down against his thighs.
“Damn, baby!” Cameron called out.
I was on a cloud, and his words went in one ear and out the other. He grabbed my waist and bounced me faster. Before I knew it I was cumin again.
“Yesss, Cameron. Fuck this pussy baby.”
Once Cameron let go of my waist, I turned around and rode him in reverse cowgirl. He slapped and grabbed my ass as I went to work. Before I knew it, he had pushed me onto my knees into a doggy style position, and was sliding in from the back. He pumped in and out, slowing down only to slap my ass. I threw my ass back to match each one of his thrusts.
“Who pussy is this?” He called out.
I gripped the sheets and moaned “Yours baby…this… pussy… belongs… to... you.”
He grabbed my ponytail; not too rough, but rough enough to turn me on even more. I arched my back a little more, and he continued to hit my spot over and over. That nigga’s pipe game took me to places I had never been before. He had me on clouds I didn’t know I could reach. I felt another orgasm building up.
“Ohhhhh… Cum with me baby.”
On cue, our bodies released at the same damn. That had to be the best feeling in the world. I fell face first onto the bed, and Cameron fell back. We laid in silence for a few minutes, waiting to catch our second wind.
“I’m going to shower baby. You coming?” I asked standing on the side of the bed.
“Yeah beautiful, give me a minute I’ll be there.”
I spun around on my heels and headed to the shower. By the time Cameron came in the bathroom, I was already getting out. I hoped he didn’t think I was going to stay in there till I turned into a prune because he took forever. I kissed him as I walked passed him and headed into the bedroom.
After slipping into some comfortable clothes, I changed the sheets on the bed, then sat down and rolled him a blunt. He had taught me how to roll a few days ago. I wasn’t a smoker, but I didn’t mind having my man’s blunts ready for him when he wanted one. I left the blunt on the night table next to his cell phone so he would be sure to see it, and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. As I was standing over the stove making Cameron an omelet, I heard him scream out.
“When I catch you, I’mma fucking kill you, your mother, and your seed you bitch as nigga.”
I turned off the stove and rushed to the bedroom where I found him cursing out loud to no one in particular, and getting dressed.
“Baby what happened?” I walked up to him and grabbed his arm.
Cameron said nothing, just continued to get dressed. He was in the process of slipping on his construction timberlands, when I stepped in front of him.
“Cameron, please don’t start this. We been doing so well, and being open with each other. Let’s keep that up.”
He didn’t seem fazed by my words as he grabbed his Moncler coat off the chaise that sat in front my window. He stormed out the bedroom and headed to the front door. I stayed on his heels. Before he walked out the door, I gave it one last try.
“Cameron, stop please!”
He turned around and I saw a look on his face that I have never seen before. I saw fear. He pulled me close and hugged me before passionately kissing me.
“I will call you and fill you in the first chance I get Skye. I just can’t right now. I’m sorry. I love you.”
And he was gone. My heart was racing. He had just told me he loved me for the first time, but the way things seemed in that moment, I worried it would be the last time. I became frantic and paced my living room back and forth until I decided to call the only person other than my parents and Cameron who could provide some comfort.
“ARIANA!” I screamed into the phone as soon as she answered.
Chapter Nine
Matt
When I got the call that this nigga was caught slipping, I almost hit some black flips on my Olympic shit. The day I’d been waiting for was had arrived. For the first time ever, I felt like things were going to work in my favor. I was on the first thing smoking back to the big apple. I wasn’t missing that moment for nothing.
Man was busy at the spot, so he sent his uncle Max to pick me up from the airport. That was cool with me as long as I didn’t have to catch a taxi. I know them shits were convenient, but trying to catch one as a black male was hard as shit.
****
When we pulled up to the location, I became anxious; that was my moment. I had always been the underdog, but not that day, though. Niggas was about to learn that you can’t just shit on people and expect to have no repercussions. It was time for that nigga to pay up. I hopped out the whip and followed behind Max toward a house that looked to be abandoned. I felt a little uneasy because I didn’t have a burner on me. I mean, I was cool with those niggas and all, but still. Shit, look at Max, that nigga was one of my father’s top niggas, and he was partaking in taking his life. There was no loyalty in this business, and I was surprised my pops lasted as long as he did.
When we got inside the house I had to cover my nose, because the shit reeked of piss and all types of other shit. I was glad when Max opened a door which led to the basement. As we descended the stairs, the smell began to fade, and I moved my coat from covering my nose. The sight I laid eyes on was beautiful; shit made me feel like a little kid in the candy store. I mean, any other nigga probably would of shit on himself after seeing that shit. They had that nigga tied to a chair butt as naked. My pops’ looked pretty bruised up, and blood was leaking from everywhere on the nigga’s body.
“Ya’ll went to work on this bitch.” I said before hulk spitting on him.
“I was itching to kill the nigga, because they bodied my little brother! But I agreed to let you do the honors. My word is my bond. So I just whooped his ass every time I got the urge to kill him.” Man said as he through water on him, helping to wake him up.
“Rise and shine, Pops.” I said as I let out a demonic laugh.
All the niggas in the room was looking at me like I was crazy, but at that point, I didn’t give a fuck. Those niggas didn’t know my struggle, so I didn’t expect them to understand.
“You not my son, you bitch ass nigga. Your mother was hoe! Maybe I would have claimed you if she got the DNA test like I asked. But her hoe ass knew you wasn’t my kid. So fuck you. Fuck all y’all niggas. Cam gonna…”
Not only did this nigga disrespect my mom’s but he had the nerve to mention his bitch ass son who wasn’t around to save his poor daddy’s life. I snatched the 9mm that was in Max’s hands, and put a bullet right straight through his head, instantly ending his life. I watched his brain matter splatter, but that shit didn’t faze me. In that moment I felt good, and I was ready to dead that nigga Cam too; not before I found out who his connect was though. I soon would be the nigga calling the shots.
“Damn son, why you had to kill him that fast.” I heard Man say, snapping me out of the celebration I was having in my head.
“Fuck that nigga. He thought I was about to listen to him talk shit. I didn’t come here for that.”
As I was ranting, I looked over in the corner and saw duffel bags against the wall. I walked over and unzipped one of the bags to find neatly stacked bills.
“Where this come from?”
Max walked over to me and picked up one of the bags. “We were supposed to be heading to meet their connect to pay him some money, and get some more work.”
“You know who their connect is?”
I watched Max shake his head no. “This would have been the first time he took me with him. Usually he took Rick.”
Damn, I was a little disappointed but it was all good, I didn’t mind putting in a little more work to get the results I wanted.
“This is $750,000, and $500,000 in each of those. Once we get to a safe spot we can split the shit evenl
y.”
I never been around so much money in my life. I had the urge to kill all those niggas and keep the bread for myself. I was smarter than that though, I needed these niggas; for now at least.
Man walked over to us with a lighter in his hand. “Let’s burn this shit down.”
I had a better idea. I walked over to his dead body and got his phone out his pocket. I scrolled through his phone book until I found the person I was looking for. I hit call and listened as it rung. When Cam answered I pointed to Man.
“Wassup pops?”
Man smirked and got closer to the phone. “Not your daddy, fuck boy.” The line went quiet. “Cat got your tongue bitch?”
Cam finally spoke up. “When I catch you, Imma fucking kill you, your mother, and your seed you bitch as nigga.”
He sounded tough but I knew he was shitting bricks.
“Oh yea? Meet me on the corner of Georgia and Linden; blue house.”
Once he hung up, we bust out laughing. We was gonna let this nigga find his daddy with his brains blown out. He would be next that’s for sure.
Cameron
When we pulled up to that house, I didn’t know what to expect, but I was taking whatever risk; I didn’t give a fuck. That was my pops life we were talking about. I would die in a heartbeat for that man. It was just me and Ty, because I didn’t have time to reach out to anyone else. I could have made time, but that was the last thing I was worried about. We hopped out Ty’s car and approached the run down blue house that that sat on the corner. We looked up and down the street before pulling out our guns and entering the house. The first level was quiet and empty. We trailed along the wall as we cautiously went up the stairs. We searched each room but there was nothing or no one.
“Fuck!” I yelled out in frustration.
“Calm down bro, we gotta be missing something.”
He was right but what was it? Then it hit me. We headed down the stairs and opened every door until we found the door that led to stairs. I took a deep breath and looked over at Ty. He gave me a reassuring look that regardless of what was to come, he had my back. I knew that though. I hesitated, dreading finding out what might be down there waiting for us.
“I’m right here bro. I’m with you every step of the way. Go ahead.”
I started down the steps with Ty behind me. When I reached bottom of the steps, I felt like my life had been sucked out of my body. I fell to my knees and looked on in disbelief. Ty was speaking, but I couldn’t hear shit that was coming out of his mouth. I was trying to process the fact that my pops was gone. Brooklyn was about to feel like Iraq with the heat I was about to bring to the streets.
I felt like screaming. I was never one to cry, but in that moment, I could have cried a river. I had to hold it together though. I refused to look weak in front of anyone; even if it was just Ty. I saw Ty had knelt down beside me and I felt his arm go across my shoulder.
“Cam, I swear to you son we will get everyone responsible for this shit. I’mma go as far to include anyone who share the same last name as Man. You got my word, bro!”
I appreciated how genuine Ty sounded. I was very aware that niggas really couldn’t be trusted in this game, but I trusted him whole heartedly. I didn’t doubt that he would follow me to the end of the world to get these bitches back. I just hoped he was ready.
“I appreciate it bro.”
What the fuck was I going to do about my father’s body? I didn’t want to leave him there like this, but I couldn’t call the cleanup crew.
“Think Cameron, THINK!”
I had to yell at myself to remind myself I had to keep it together. I still had an organization to run. My time to grieve would come, it just wasn’t right now. I stood up and paced back and forth as I gathered my thoughts.
“Aight, do me a favor, Ty. Go pick up Skye and take her to my mother’s house. I promised her I wasn’t going to keep her out the loop anymore, and I’m trying to stick with that. Don’t tell my mother and Vic anything, except that I will be on my way.”
Ty looked at me like he was confused. I wasn’t in the mood for this nigga to get dumb founded.
“Bro, are you fucking crazy? These niggas just declared war. We don’t know who we can trust anymore, and you think I’m about to leave you?”
He was right, fuck was I thinking?
“Cam lets go, from the car we can call the cops and say we heard shots, and let them find him. I know you don’t want to leave him like this, believe me neither do I, but we don’t have a choice. Unless you don’t want a funeral and all that shit, we can bring in the clean-up crew. But we’re not doing that to your moms. Let the boys get him to the morgue and shit, and we’ll go from there.”
Everything he was saying made sense, but I couldn’t come to terms with leaving him like that; but I knew that I had to. I walked over to his body and kneeled down,
“I got you Pop, I promise man. I love you.”
I felt a tear drip and I knew I had to get out of there before I had a complete breakdown. Before turning to go up the stairs, I grabbed my father’s cell phone that was lying on the floor and left with Ty following behind me. Once we got in the car, I instructed him to pick up Skye and take me to my mother’s house. Before he pulled off, I read the house number so that I could give it to the police. I was scrolling through my pop’s phone book when I came across the person who could help me; Detective Harris. I didn’t really fuck with cops, but my pops had a few of them on payroll. Harris reminded me of myself, which is why I didn’t mind dealing with him. He was a street nigga who became a cop just to stay ahead of shit. Smart man, but at the same time dumbest nigga in the world. What street nigga was willing put himself around a bunch of pigs all day? It worked for him and our operation, so I couldn’t complain about that. I hit call, and when he finally answered, I told him everything; starting with the phone call. Of course I left out the fact that I knew who it was. I mean, even though he was a dirty cop, he was still a cop and that shit would still be considered snitching. I just needed him to handle my father’s body. He said that he would contact me when they need someone to come down and claim the body.
I really couldn’t believe that shit happened. I must have been in denial all these years, thinking niggas on my team was loyal. Never would I expect niggas to cross my father like that. It’s cool though, I had a surprise for those niggas. I was putting heat to every nigga who I thought could be a suspect. If they ever looked at my pops wrong, disagreed with him, or mumbled under their breath, that was their ass! I didn’t give a fuck at this point. Niggas was going to pay.
Chapter Ten
Skye
When I got the phone call from Ty, telling me to come downstairs, I flew out the door. I was happy that I was already dressed; however, I wished I would have taken the time to mentally prepare myself for what was to come. As I approached the car, I noticed Cameron sitting in the passenger seat. He didn’t even acknowledge me, but that’s not what stood out to me though. As I looked into his eyes that were once full of life, I saw emptiness. What the hell happened? I climbed in the back seat of the truck and sat quiet. An eeriness flowed through the car, sending chills up my spine. Something was terribly wrong. There was no music playing, no conversation, no eye contact, nothing! I was left with no choice but to sit back quietly as he headed to where ever it was that we were going.
****
When we pulled up to the house, I remembered it from Thanksgiving. We were at Cameron’s parents’ house. I instantly got nervous; I hoped everything was okay with his parents and his sister. Those were the most important people in the world to him, and I didn’t even want to imagine how he would handle anything happening to either of them. We were parked in the driveway for a good ten minutes before Cameron decided to climb out the car. He opened my door and reached for my hand. I slowly placed my hand in his as I got out the jeep. When our hands clasped together, I felt bound to him. It was a very satisfying feeling, but at the same time, extremely scary. I never felt co
nnected to anyone outside of my parents and Ariana. This was on a different level though, he was hurting and I could feel his pain. He dragged his feet as he moved toward the front of the house, as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Something told me things were about to take a drastic turn. I didn’t know if it was going to be for better or worse, but I knew that I was going to ride it out. Was I ready was the questioned I asked myself repeatedly.
When we finally walked into the home, we were greeted by his mother. Mariah was such a sweet lady. I only spent time with her on Thanksgiving, but we frequently texted and sometimes even talked on the phone. She had a heart of gold, and you could tell she went above and beyond for her family. She reminded me of my mother in that sense. I knew that if I could be at least half the mother they are to their children, to my own kids I would be alright.
Her warm, welcoming smile turned into a worrisome frown when she saw the look on Cameron’s face.
Walking over to her only son, she hugged him while saying, “Hello Skye, and Tyquan. Baby boy, what’s wrong with you?”
Cameron said nothing. Instead, he pulled out of her embrace and headed towards the steps. I needed to know what was going on, so I followed him. I followed him into a room which I figured was his old bedroom. It was extremely tidy to be the bedroom of a boy, but I guess that’s because he didn’t stay here anymore. I glanced around the room before closing the door, and sitting next to Cameron on the edge of the bed. There was so much I wanted to say, but I was afraid that saying the wrong thing would have sent him over the edge. Fuck it, though. I couldn’t take sitting there in silence for another minute. I turned my body at an angle so I could attempt to look him in the eyes, but he wouldn’t acknowledge me. I still needed to find out what happened.
“Cameron, baby what happened? You’re scaring me.” I prayed that he would answer me. It took him a minute but finally he slowly spoke. “They killed my pops baby.”
Nothing could have prepared me for that moment. I literally felt my heart break into pieces. I hadn’t known his dad for a long time, but time didn’t matter. All that mattered to me was my man loss his father, an amazing woman loss her husband, and a young girl had to go the rest of her life without her father. What do I say? What do I do? No amount of words would be able to ease the pain he felt, so I didn’t even try to talk to him. I knelt in front of him and pulled him close. The minute we embraced, Cameron broke down. I knew he was fighting back tears, and I felt good knowing that he trusted me enough to allow me to see him in such a vulnerable state. I rubbed his back as he sobbed. I knew Cameron was crying for not only his father, but for all the friends he loss and was unable to mourn.
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