by Noire
“They don’t come by because I won’t allow them to,” Ms. Goode said with very little emotion. “My sons have all fallen victim to the streets. I’m a woman of God, and although I recognize the allure of that life and how it attracts so many young men, I will never condone it. I worked my fingers to the bone so my boys could grow up and be something. They turned out the exact opposite. So,” she sighed and gave a sad smile, “as long as they’re out on the streets selling that dope and doing the devil’s work they are not allowed through my door.”
“I understand what you mean,” Jewelz said quietly. “That’s such a complicated position to be in.”
“Not really,” the old lady shook her head. “Not when you have your faith and your principles. I wanted my sons to do exactly what it looks like you did.”
She pointed at Jewelz’s uniform. “You found a way to get yourself a real job. A respectable job where you work hard and pay taxes without hurting anyone. I wanted them to do that too.”
Jewelz nodded. She was finding it hard as hell to look Ms. Goode in the eye and that tea had her sweating hot. But she knew what she had to do. As soon as the old woman turned her back Jewelz was gonna get shit poppin. She was either gonna hit her in the head with the wrench and crack her skull, or she was gonna pull out her piano wire and wrap it around the old lady’s bony neck.
Yeah, that was it. Jewelz was gonna choke the life outta Dirty Mike’s mama. She was gonna leave that mothafucka an orphan, just like him and Big Haz had left her and Lil Slick.
“I’m sorry,” Jewelz muttered under her breath.
“No need to be sorry, darling. I came to peace with it a long time ago,” Ms. Goode said. “Those boys are my flesh and blood and I love them. I pray for them everyday, but I had to let them go. I can only hope that God answers my prayers one day and that he removes the seal of evil from their hearts and minds. Are you done with your tea?”
“Y-y-yes I am,” Jewelz stuttered. Her heart had risen straight up to her throat and she knew the wheels of revenge were about to be set in motion. “And you’re right, Ms. Goode. Your tea is the best in town. It was very, very good. Thank you again.”
“Glad you enjoyed it,” Ms. Goode said. Her eyes twinkled as she smiled. “Now let me get up and wash out these cups and finish up my dishes.”
Ms. Goode stood up and picked up both cups. Humming an old church tune, she turned around to walk slowly toward the sink.
And that’s when Jewelz made her move.
CHAPTER 16
She Don’t Put it Down Like You
Hanging out with Wild Man at the gun range had been a real cool and exciting date. And after sucking his dick and humping his face later that night in a Manhattan hotel, Honore’s good gushy had that nigga’s nose wide open.
But unfortunately that pup had been blowing up her cell phone left and right ever since. Every time she turned around he was begging to swing by her crib so he could get him another bite of her cinnamon cookie.
“Yo, so can I get with you tonight?” he had just called and asked her for the umpteenth time.
And of course Honore had refused once again. She had loved the Asian dude’s head game, but he was gonna have to bring a lot more than a dope tongue to the table if he was gonna start camping out between her legs.
Honore was used to having niggas hanging off her bra straps by their teeth. From the drug lord roughnecks to the Wall Street-type investment ballers, Honore was the kind of chick who could get with the dude of her choice at the drop of a hat.
But the clock was ticking down on her thirty day grace period, and if she couldn’t find that diamond and pay the Kosher Nostra back their sweet money it didn’t matter how fine she was because her life wasn’t gonna be worth shit.
So, hell nah. She had to get more than just a nut outta Wild Man. And if he wasn’t willing to give up no more info then she wasn’t willing to waste no more time on him.
“Nah, I don’t think so,” she told him when he tried to press her. He was really, really tryna get up in her crib. Mothafucka is you crazy? she wanted to ask him. But instead she said, “I just don’t feel like having company right now.”
“Really?” he countered like his lil feelings were hurt. “You sure you don’t feel like having no company? Or is it that you just don’t wanna spend no more time with me?”
Honore giggled inside. Nigga if you know then why you asking? She shoulda known from the jump that letting this lil Asian boy get a lick and a smell was gonna be risky. After all, what had she expected? It was only right that Wild Man was wide open on her beautiful body and her unique bedroom skills. Her neck tendencies alone had damn near turned him into a stalker.
“Actually,” she said sexily with just a hint of cruelty, “you’re right. I just don’t wanna be with you. The truth is, I’m planning on getting with Slick tonight. Remember, I was fucking with him first so you shouldn’t be surprised.”
To her amazement Wild Man laughed loud as hell on the other end.
“Nah, baby. I ain’t surprised about you getting with Slick. But what I am surprised about,” he said, with just a little cruelty of his own, “is that you still chasin a cat who clearly ain’t banging you the right way.”
“How you know what me and Slick do when we’re together, boo? That nigga got a two-way mirror or you been chillin like a fly on his wall?”
Wild Man laughed again.
“It ain’t gotta be about none of that. It’s obvious he ain’t handling you superbly or you never woulda opened up them pretty butterscotch legs for me.”
Honore cracked up right back. “Look at you! Some kinda homeboy you are! Damn, you don’t even know me like that but you throwing shade on Slick’s dick so you can slide up in my sheets tonight. With friends like you Slick damn sure don’t need no enemies!”
Wild Man tried to front her off. “Nah, sexy. Slick is squad. My ace muthafucka. But you and him ain’t even on the same page, baby. You way up on the balcony and that cat is in the basement.”
“Damn, that’s hard. Why you say that?”
“I ain’t tryna throw no shade, doll. But Slick just ain’t in your league. That nigga can’t do nothing for you. Why you wanna hang with him?”
She tested him. “Well, that jewelry store y’all hit done closed down and went out of business so now I’m looking for me another job. If I hang out with you tonight will you help me find one?”
“Yo, I’ll help you do any fuckin thing you wanna do,” Wild Man assured her. “You wanna shoot up a liquor store? I’m ya hitta. You wanna rob some corner boyz? I got the heat and I’m rolling witcha.”
Honore giggled. “What if I wanna buy me some stolen jewelry? Would you be down to help me do that?”
She heard him chuckle under his breath.
“Don’t underestimate me, baby girl. They call me Wild Man. I’m down for whatever.”
“So, what time did you wanna get together tonight?” Honore asked, thoroughly feeling his sexy little rap.
“Umm,” he stammered like he was caught off guard by her switch-up. “Eleven. Gimme your address. I can prolly be at your crib by eleven.”
“No,” Honore said firmly. That shit was out. She hadn’t even let Slick peep where she rested at and she damn sure wasn’t gonna let blabbermouth Wild Man fly his bird-ass up in her nest!
“I’ll come over to your crib,” she told him. “I want you to sit back and relax tonight. Since you’re so willing to help me out I’ll deliver the pussy to you in a gift box. I’ll even put a big pink bow on it for you.”
CHAPTER 17
Blood on the Leaves
“Burnt up?” Surrounded by his entourage, Goody paused with a glass of Ace of Spades halfway to his lips. “Fuck you mean Raze got burnt up?”
Handgun had been ballin out in Club Goode and getting turnt up when one of his young bulls named Tookie walked into the VIP area and dropped some bad news in his ear.
“Yeah, I just heard about it from this chick I be smashin,” Tookie spo
ke casually with a blunt hanging outta the side of his mouth. “She said her sister is in the hospital with burns all over her hands and shit. She said she got fucked up tryna save Raze because somebody caught him in Marcus Garvey and set him on fire.”
Handgun’s heart banged hard in his chest and his entire body pulsed with sudden fury. He glanced over at his brother Ice Pick who was sitting on the other side of the booth squeezing and licking all over his bitch Cucci’s fat luscious titties.
“Yo Ice!” Handgun tried to bark but that shit came out sounding like a high-octave shriek. “Nigga get the fuck over here right fuckin now, son!”
Ice Pick left Cucci with her lush titties hanging out and jetted over to his brother, who pointed, “This pussy-ass punk just came over here spittin some stupid shit about Raze!” Handgun swelled up on the lanky dude who was squinting through the trail of smoke that was coming off the tip of his blunt.
“Bitch say that fuckin shit again!” Handgun demanded of Tookie as him and Ice Pick pinned the young pup in their killer glares. “Say it a’ fuckin ’gin!”
Peeping game, young Tookie sensed danger and swallowed hard. “Ay, I’on’t really know what exactly went down, man. I just heard my man Razorblade got burnt to a crisp, that’s all.”
He shrugged and took a step backwards. “He’s ya lil bruh and shit so I thought y’all would wanna kn—”
Smash!
The Ace of Spades bottle damn near tore the side of that nigga’s face off as Handgun gripped it by the neck and smacked it against his cheekbone. The glass cut into Tookie’s dark flesh and lifted a flap of pink meat right off the bone.
“Ahhh!!!” Tookie screamed, clutching his cheek as he stumbled backward and fell down on his ass. His blunt smoldered on the floor as he tried like hell to hold his face together through the dripping blood.
“Ahhhh!!! Tookie shrieked again as loud as he could while rolling and flopping on the floor like a fish outta water.
“Go get the rest of my brothers!” Handgun ordered his chief security guard who was standing by with his finger on the trigger. “Tell ’em to get in my fuckin office right now!”
Goody glanced down at the wounded pup Tookie, who was still screaming and howling and rolling all over the floor and barked, “You go get my brothers, then toss this stupid nigga in the Dumpster out back and shut his bitch ass up!”
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Led by their oldest brother Handgun, the Goode Brothers were having a deep discussion regarding the untimely and horrific death of their youngest brother, Razorblade.
Some of them believed Raze had been set up for a robbery by the bitch he had been about to go fuck, and others, including Handgun, believed the origin of his murder was far more sinister and deadlier than that.
“I’m telling you, this shit smells like a direct hit,” Cannonball Goody said with tears in his eyes. Raze had been their baby bro. Just knowing somebody had the fuckin guts to reach out and touch him was an infuriating thing. The entire Goode Brothers Gang had gone up to the hospital to try to see Raze, but unfortunately young Tookie had been right. Raze had been burnt to a crisp and there wasn’t enough left of him to see, let alone identify, except through his dental records.
“Mama’s gonna have a fit,” Ice Pick predicted as he paced back and forth. “She already mad about Trill, and Raze was her favorite. This shit is gonna kill her.”
Handgun could only nod as he listened to his brothers and brooded inside. Ice was right. Razorblade had been their mother’s baby boy and her favorite son. She had cursed Handgun up and down for allowing his lifestyle to attract and lure her youngest child away from the church and into the gutter with him. Razorblade’s death was gonna hit her hard, and Handgun knew without a doubt that somehow it was gonna be all his fault.
“Yo, who the fuck is gonna tell Mama?” Hammerhead asked fearfully.
As usual, the weight of the brotherhood fell squarely on Handgun’s shoulders.
“Me,” he said quietly. “I’ll tell her.”
CHAPTER 18
Sent Messages
If there was one thing Wild Man couldn’t get enough of it was hot butterscotch pudding. Yeah, he knew there was a type of thang going on between his manz Slick and the sexy Honore, but ask him if he gave a fuck! The way he saw it, it was a free-for-all on Honore’s golden sweet ass. That pillow-top shit was up for grabs and tonight he was damn sure gonna get him another piece!
She was an hour late showing up, but her actions let him know from the gate that she was gonna be well worth the wait.
“Uh-uh,” she said, stiff-arming him in the chest when he tried to get up on her right at the door. “Don’t be attacking me with ya tongue hanging all out like a dog chasin a bone, Wild Man!” she said as she walked in shaking her hips. “Act like you got some chill witcha shit, damn!”
But Wild Man couldn’t help himself because from head to toe she was looking sexy as fuck! Her thick nipples were poking a hole in her shirt, her pretty hair was out and flowing down her back in waves, and she smelled like something he wanted to throw down on the floor and fuck the shit out of!
Honore stepped deeper inside and looked around his crib with her nose turned up. Her eyes skimmed over the Shoji screen and the hand-painted nesting tables, and the Chinoiserie armoire, and then a smile lit up her face. “Your rest don’t look that smoove from the outside but it’s really kinda laid in here.”
She pointed toward a wall shelf. “Is that a backgammon set over there?”
“Yeah,” Wild Man said. “But that’s for grown folks and I don’t think you wanna mess with that.”
Honore smirked and cut her eyes at him like he just didn’t know. Kicking off her designer flats and slipping outta her long sweater, she switched her lush ass over to the shelf and took the rectangular box down. She walked over to the low Qing-style glass coffee table and sat down cross-legged, then plopped the backgammon box down and looked at him with the ultimate challenge in her eyes.
“Set it up.”
Wild Man grinned. He poured two glasses of wine right quick and passed her a blunt, then he set up the backgammon board and sat down across from her.
They spent the next hour mentally sparring over their game and engaging in playful shit-talking back and forth between them. By the time Honore had waxed his ass off the board for the second time, they had smoked some trees and polished off a bottle of wine and Wild Man was ready to move on to bigger and better things.
And so was Honore.
“Do you have a deck of cards?” she asked him.
Wild Man went and got some Tally Ho’s from his kitchen drawer, and when he came back Honore had a big smile on her face.
“What’s so funny? What we playing?”
“Strip poker,” she said. “Now let’s shuffle and cut.”
By the time Wild Man figured out that Honore was a straight-up card shark with the gift of the poker-face, he was ass naked and she was still fully clothed.
“You cheated,” he accused her as he stood up with his dick long and hard and hanging down along his thigh.
Honore laughed and stood up too. She could barely take her eyes off his pretty wood and she started coming outta her clothes with a quickness. She didn’t have on much, just a skimpy bra and a thong under her denim skirt and light-blue tank top.
With her eyes fixed on his, Honore did a sexy lil strip-tease, peeling her shit off piece by piece using the utmost in tantalizing and sensuous moves, and then tossing her discarded clothing high up in the air for effect.
Enjoying the show, Wild Man waited until she was naked and then he stepped up on her and tongued her down. Her lips were sweet as hell and his hands snaked around and cupped her monster ass-cheeks.
They stood there kissing and grinding up against each other and Wild Man rubbed and massaged Honore’s ass until her pussy started leaking. Running his hands up her sides, he cupped her fat titties as she scraped her stiff nipples back and forth against his chest.
Wild Man wanted to f
uck her so bad his dick was throbbing and his balls were aching. With his tongue still swirling hotly around hers, he lifted Honore up by her hips and then braced his forearm under her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tight.
He carried her into his room and stopped in front of an oversized Feng Shui chair that sat in the corner. Easing her feet down to the floor, he turned her around and grasped her under her right thigh, bending her over and lifting her foot up to the seat of the chair.
Wild Man ran his big hand all over the softness of her naked back as he wrapped his shit up tight, and then he reached around and cupped her firm breasts. Her nipples felt like pencil erasers and she moaned as he rubbed and fingered them as he humped her from behind.
Damn near outta control, Wild Man grabbed his dick and guided it down the crack of her ass and down towards her pussy. He spread her cheeks wide and impaled her with a deep long stroke, enjoying the startled gasp that escaped from her parted lips.
He dug her out from a wide-legged stance, holding on tight to her broad ass and banging all the way up in them guts until his balls slapped against her soft pussy hairs.
Honore was bent over that damn chair wheezing and whining. All that shit-talking she was known for was out the damn window now as she bucked her ass back at him and hollered, “Yesss! Oooh, goddamn! That shit feels soooo fuckin goood!!!”
Wild Man held her in his arms as she leaned back and nutted. She squeezed her pussy muscles tight and fingered her own clit, trembling the whole time like she was having a seizure.
When she was done Wild Man moved them both over to the bed where he told her to lay on her stomach, then he got back in that pussy again and proceeded to bang her lights out.
Wild Man was on cloud nine. The explosion that was about to burst outta his nuts felt too good to be true. Just as he was about to nut he pumped twice and then snatched his joint outta her wet pussy and aimed it at her gorgeous ass. Wild Man’s dick jerked and spasmed as hot cum shot outta the tip in waves and coated her butterscotch-colored skin.