“What are you doin’?” he had asked as he stood in the doorway staring at her.
“I’m leaving,” she replied, crying as she stuffed clothes inside a Gucci suitcase.
“Leavin’ where?” he asked with concern as he walked toward her.
“Don’t know, don’t care. I’m not about to stay here though.”
“Man Aleesha,” he said as he took the items in her hand and set them down on the bed. He grabbed her hand as he sat down on the bed and peered up at her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re always sorry, Savage, that shit ain’t nothing new,” she said, still crying.
“I mean it though, mommy,” he said as he wiped the tears from her face.
“Yeah, whatever,” she said as she pushed his hand away.
“Man, come here,” he said as he pulled her closer. “Leelee, I’m sorry,” he said, staring at her with the most sincere look on his face she had ever seen. “I love you.” He gave her a heartwarming kiss.
She was too exhausted to continue to put up a fight, so she gave in and they ended up making love into the wee hours of the morning.
Where do we go from here? she thought now, as she got out of the shower and proceeded to get dressed, putting on gray high-waist skinny jeans, a gray chiffon cardigan with a neon green cami underneath, and gray and neon green Sky Hi Nike Dunks. Then they were out the door and headed to their destination.
They were riding in Savage’s all red Dodge Charger while Plies’ The Last Real Nigga Left mixtape was playing. The two Kicker L3 15” subwoofers in the trunk made the whole car rattle while Savage drove. They were on the I-580 west, headed to the bay area to meet up with one of their plugs for some Purp. A blunt was being passed between the two, but neither spoke, both consumed in their own thoughts.
Savage turned down the music to talk to his girl. “Babe, what’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing, just thinking about a lot,” Aleesha responded, gazing out of the window.
“Like what?” he asked, putting the blunt out in the ashtray. “Talk to me, babe.”
“Like us,” she said as she turned to look at him. “I really love you, but I’m sick and tired of these high school ass games. It’s the same shit over and over again. If you wanna fuck with other bitches, feel free!” she yelled, becoming angry. “But don’t tag me along when I can be with someone who only wants to be with me.”
“I know babe, I know,” he agreed, sounding hurt.
“NO, you don’t know,” she said as a tear escaped from her right eye.
“Yes I do, and I’m sorry Leelee.” He looked at her for a few seconds, taking his eyes off the road. “I’m sorry for the bullshit I put you through, I’m sorry about the thirsty bitches I let get in between us. Babe, a nigga young. I was still learnin’ this love shit but I admit to my mistakes and I’m tryna change. But just know I love you, Aleesha, and only you. Open the glove box,” he instructed.
“For what?” Aleesha asked with attitude.
“Just open it, please,” Savage pleaded.
Aleesha was reluctant at first, but she opened it. As soon as the compartment popped open, she saw a black box with a purple ribbon wrapped around it and her name on a little tag. She took no time removing the ribbon and opened the box to see the most beautiful 7 karat black diamond ring with a heart-shaped white diamond in the middle. Her hands began to tremble and tears started cascading down her face. She was truly speechless.
“Will you marry me?” he asked, taking his eyes off the road again to look at her for a few seconds.
“Are you serious this time?” she asked him, wiping away her tears.
“Yes I’m serious,” Savage said with a chuckle. “I realized life is too short to be puttin’ shit off. Can’t no other female compare to you or even do half the shit you do. I ain’t ever had to worry about you doin’ me grimy, and you’ve been the only woman in my life besides mom’s to hold a nigga down and really be there,” he honestly expressed. “I need you by my side and I’ll be damned if I let another nigga take what’s mine. I’m ready to make you my wife,” he said, taking another quick glance at her and grabbing her hand.
“I need to know now that you’re really done with all those bitches,” Aleesha said, not yet wanting to say yes or no to the proposal.
“Babe, I’m done. However you need me to prove it to you I will. I love you, Aleesha.”
“I love you too,” she said as she stared at her ring.
“So will you marry me?” he asked her again with a huge smile.
“Yes.”
She leaned over and gave him a kiss.
A Home in the Bay
Aleesha and Savage had three homes now, including one in Oakland. They had home offices in every one of them, where they handled the business for the shops in the perspective county. This helped them save money from buying hotel rooms for weeks on end, and it was a place where they could escape. Only the few they trusted knew of their different homes and were allowed to come visit.
Once they touched down in Oakland, Aleesha and Savage went straight to their beautiful baby blue one-story 3-bedroom/2-bathroom house. A fence was put around the property, and the only opening was the swinging gate for the driveway. The whole front yard was cemented down, and the grass area had been replaced by a rock garden, which included a water fountain in the middle. It may have been in a good neighborhood, but they didn’t take any chances. In this home, just like in the other two, a top of the line security system was set up including an alarm and hidden cameras, and could be viewed at any time from either one of their laptops or tablets.
They arrived the night before their meeting so they had some time to relax. Once inside, Aleesha decided to make dinner for the both of them as they discussed business. They both were in the kitchen, and while she was cooking the food, Savage was sitting at the counter on a barstool rolling up some Soul Assassin.
“Have you talked to cuzzo?” he asked while lighting the blunt.
“Who Eli?” she asked. Eli was her 20-year-old cousin on her father’s side, who they decided to let manage High Roller’s. “Nah not yet,” she responded.
“Shit call that nigga and tell him to come through. I ain’t seen my lil’ nigga in a minute.”
“Babe, he’s probably at work right now.”
“Man, call that nigga over. He should be closin’ up the shop in a few minutes anyway. And I need some wax,” he said, before taking another hit and passing the blunt to Aleesha.
“You wrong,” she said with a laugh, “take yo ass up there to get some wax. Lazy ass.” She took a hit from the blunt and passed it back to him, not trying to get too high so she wouldn’t burn the food.
“You would be lazy too if you just drove that long ass distance,” he said taking a hit of the weed. “And plus, I’m tryna get into somethin’ right now,” he said as he rose up from the barstool. He put the blunt out and walked toward Aleesha, eyeing her seductively. He got behind her and started rubbing on her body and kissing her neck.
“Ooh baby,” she said through soft moans.
Savage turned her around and they began kissing intensely. He picked her up and set her on the counter, as he planted soft kisses on her neck and chest. He lifted her shirt above her head and undid her bra strap, then took her left nipple in his mouth and gently sucked on it. Then he unbuckled her pants and slid them down to her ankles along with her neon green lace panties, as she laid back on the counter and put her legs in the air. He went straight for his prize box. Her pussy was already slippery wet when he slowly licked her succulent clit, and his manhood got hard as a rock.
“Mmmmm,” Aleesha moaned, grabbing a hold of his dreads.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Man, who the fuck is that?” Savage asked, getting up and wiping his soon-to-be wife’s juices away from his mouth. Aleesha quickly jumped off the counter and slid her underwear and pants back on.
“It might be Eli babe,” she said to him as she hurriedly put the rest of he
r clothes on.
“I thought you said you ain’t talked to him yet?” he questioned her.
“Yeah I haven’t but he knew we would be out here either today or tomorrow. And who else would be knocking on the door.”
“Fuck man, I want some pussy.”
“Shut up babe,” Aleesha said, laughing. “Just go answer the door so I can finish cooking.”
Savage left the kitchen and went to answer the door. “Who the fuck is it?” he asked after he got to the door. He had already looked through the peep hole and seen that it was Eli, but he decided to mess with him.
“Bruh, it’s Eli,” Eli yelled through the door.
“Who?” Savage questioned as if he didn’t know.
“Nigga, open up the door,” Eli said right as Savage was opening the door. Eli was 5’10 with a head full of dreads. He resembled the rapper Ace Hood and had a mouth full of gold teeth.
“Wassup lil’ nigga?” Savage asked as him and Eli exchanged dap.
“Shit, I just came from seein’ Tia. I didn’t think y’all would be out here until tomorrow but I saw yo whip outside.”
“Shit it’s cool. I was just tellin’ Leelee to call yo ass over,” Savage said, letting Eli in and shutting the door behind them.
“Oh for real, bruh? Well shit I’m here now. Ay, I made some fire ass wax bruh,” Eli said as they walked down the hallway.
“Hell yeah, tell me you got some on you.”
“Of course bruh, I got a whole eighth on me.”
“Shit go get the bong,” Savage told him as they finally made their way to the kitchen.
“Wassup Leelee? Damn it smells good in here,” Eli said to his cousin when he entered the room, immediately forgetting to go get the bong. The smell of fried cabbage wafted in the kitchen, and Eli immediately felt hunger pains.
“Heyyy cousin!” Aleesha exclaimed when she saw him. She ran over to him and gave him a big hug. “Man how have you been, I swear it seems like forever and it’s only been a couple of months. How’s Tia doing?” she asked.
“Man I know bruh, and she good. I just came from over there. She asked about you and she wanna see you,” he told her, taking a seat at the table across from Savage.
“Oh fa sho’. I’ll hit her up tomorrow. I’m surprised yo ass ain’t at work though,” she said as she walked back to the stove and continued cooking.
“I know bruh. Tia was hungry so I went and got her somethin’ to eat. I was headed back over there but I saw the car so I just dropped by.”
“You know you always welcome too. I was gone wait ‘til after my meeting tomorrow to come and surprise yo ass. But I’m glad you did. Are you hungry? The food is almost done.”
“Hell yeah.”
Eli went and grabbed the bong first, then motioned for Aleesha to come join him and Savage at the table. Eli took the wax out of his pocket and started using the blow torch to heat the bowl on the bong. When it was hot enough, he scrapped the wax onto the bowl and they all took a hit. Twenty minutes later, after they were done choking off the wax and had smoked a blunt, they were all definitely ready to eat.
“Damn, is the food ready?” Savage asked Aleesha while she was checking the food.
“Yes, nigga, I’m making the plates right now,” Aleesha said, making everyone laugh. She made all three of them big healthy plates of fried chicken strips, homemade macaroni and cheese, cabbage, and corn bread, with a cup of cherry Kool-Aid on the side.
After they all finished stuffing their faces, Savage lit a blunt up while they sat around the table and talked.
“Ay bruh, you know somebody finally got to them niggas that killed Antonio,” Eli mentioned, with a look of sadness coming over his face. Antonio was Eli’s best friend, who was more like a family member, and who was helping him manage High Roller’s when it first opened. They were robbed one day, and the perpetrators killed Antonio in the process.
“Whaaatttt?” Aleesha asked with emphasis, trying to act surprised. “They finally caught up to them niggas huh?”
“Hell yeah, that shit’s been all on the news. Everybody was lookin’ for them niggas and somebody finally caught ‘em. Bruh I’m mad that I didn’t get to ‘em first. Bitch niggas,” Eli said with hostility in his voice.
“Well, just be glad you didn’t. You don’t need that shit on your conscious,” Aleesha honestly stated.
“Fuck a conscious bruh, that was fam,” Eli said with hurt in his eyes. “And that could’ve been me in that casket.”
“I know cuzzo,” Aleesha said as she starting thinking deeply on what her cousin had just told her. “I’m glad it wasn’t you. That shit fucked everybody up. But just let that shit be where it’s at now. They got theirs.”
“I know. But ay bruh, what time y’all shootin’ to Scarface’s?” Eli asked, trying to change the subject.
“Tomorrow afternoon, why wassup lil’ nigga?” Savage asked, finally engaging in the conversation as he passed the blunt to Aleesha.
“Shit bruh, makin’ sure I’m gon’ have the shit ready at the shop if y’all drop off,” Eli answered.
“Oh fa sho’. I’ma call you as soon as we leave his shit,” Savage vowed.
“Aight, bruh, well I’m ‘bout to shoot to the house. Hit me tomorrow.”
“You ain’t tryna finish the blunt?” Savage asked with raised eyebrows.
“Nah bruh y’all face that, enjoy y’all night,” Eli said getting up from the table. He hugged Aleesha and gave dap to Savage.
“Aight cuzzo, love you. Drive safe and tell Tia I’ll hit her up tomorrow,” Aleesha said as he began walking out the kitchen.
“Aight bruh,” Eli said, exiting out the room.
“Aight, me dread head bruddah!” Savage yelled out in a Jamaican accent, making everyone laugh.
Eli left, and the couple were left alone again.
“So, after this blunt ...” Savage started as Aleesha passed him the blunt, “I’m ‘bout to finish what I started earlier.”
“And what was that?” Aleesha playfully asked.
“Oh you don’t remember huh?”
He put the blunt out and got up from the table.
“No I don’t, and why did you put the blunt out?” she asked with a wide grin.
“Oh you don’t remember this D, huh?” he asked her, pulling out his rock hard dick. He grabbed her arm, stood her up and turned her around.
“Damn daddy!” she exclaimed as he unbuckled her pants and pulled them down, along with her underwear. He bent her over the table and smacked her ass. Her kitty was soaking wet as he smoothly entered her, and he started beating it up. “Ooh damn babe,” she moaned as her juices oozed down her leg.
Savage’s long, fat dick was hitting all of Aleesha’s spots with each stroke. She started busting nut after nut as he pumped her fat, warm, juicy pussy. Thirty minutes later, he came and busted all over her round, fat ass. Then they walked to the master bedroom and into the restroom, took a shower together, then cuddled and fell asleep naked on their California king bed.
The Deal on the Side
“Babe I’ll be right back,” Aleesha told Savage while he was in the shower. She could see him washing his tantalizing body through the steamy see-through shower door, and it almost made her forget about her current mission at hand.
“Where you goin’?” he asked, turning to face her.
“I’m about to go to the store real quick. I’m feenin’ for some soda,” she responded, not wanting to take her eyes off of him.
“Aight, don’t be tryna go shopping. You better come back wit’ one soda,” he playfully threatened.
“Shut up,” she replied, laughing, “I can’t help that I like to shop, but I’ll be right back.”
“Aight,” he said with a laugh as he turned back around.
Aleesha grabbed the keys to her customized 2007 Chevy Tahoe, which she kept and only used in Oakland, and was out of the door. The SUV had run-flat tires, bulletproof windows and doors, and hidden secret compartments for some of her not-s
o-legal guns. It was painted metallic blue with a cherry red pearlescent paint over it, making the car color change from blue to purple when viewed at different angles. The interior was all black leather, with her name stitched into the seats. And an Alpine in-dash stereo along with two Rockford Fosgate P3 12” subwoofers in the trunk blasted her favorite tunes while she drove.
Aleesha’s first stop was a liquor store a few blocks away. She bought a Dr. Pepper and some candy, then was on her way to the bank. She had to go inside to pull the large amount of money she wanted out of her account, so she found a parking spot and went inside to talk to one of the bank tellers. It took her about thirty minutes—which she knew would be questioned by Savage—to go through the process of retrieving her money, so afterwards she stopped at the first grocery store she found and hurriedly shopped around for a few random things. When she got home, Savage was dressed and waiting for her. He wore black Armani Collezioni slim-fit jeans, with a navy blue Armani polo shirt, and black Armani sneakers.
When Savage saw Aleesha get out of the car and head for the trunk to retrieve the groceries she had just bought, all he could say was, “I knew it,” while he laughed and helped her bring the bags inside the house. Then they were on their way to meet with their connect.
***
They arrived at Scarface’s, who she met through Eli, in the early afternoon. Usually they did business with suppliers at one of the shops, but Scarface had become a close friend so they started meeting with him at his grow house. He grew nothing but exclusive top shelf purp and had grown a new strand, so they were highly excited and knew they wouldn’t be disappointed.
When Aleesha and Savage walked up and knocked on the door, they were greeted at the door by Bull, Scarface’s right hand man. Bull was a six-foot-seven, 300-pound Mexican muscle machine, and was quick on his feet, but even quicker with a gun. He searched them, then led them to the backyard. Scarface was in his grow house, a remodeled shed that he used to grow the weed in.
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