by Bianca
Alexandria ‘Alex’ Ware
After I ran out of ‘The Box’ as Frank’s crazy ass called it, I grabbed my keys off the counter and bolted out of the house. I noticed that Mayhem’s truck was outside, and I thanked him in my head for coming to rescue me. The few times I had been locked in that fucking room, Mayhem was the one to come and save me. If Frank hadn’t gone over to Mayhem’s house, I would have been in that bitch for damn near two more days. Frank was a crazy bastard, and I didn’t know where he learned that shit from.
The minute I couldn’t see the house I shared with Frank in the mirror anymore, I picked up the phone and called my crazy ass cousin. She picked up on the first ring, and I heard my little cousin Price crying in the background. There was no telling what she was doing to him. He was only a year old, and she didn’t have any patience for him, and I hated that for him. I wasn’t going to even lie; Price would be better off in foster care or with a family that would care for him properly.
“What, Alex?” She huffed into the phone. “I’m trying to get Price into his diaper. What you want?”
“I’m on my way over there!” I said and hung up the phone because I couldn’t stand to hear Price cry anymore.
While I was speeding through the streets of Chicago, I thought about how I got into this shit. It was my stupid ass cousin’s fault. Me and my boyfriend, Sebastian or Bash, had moved here from Hollywood, Florida. One of the reasons was because I wanted to get Sebastian away from those hoodlum ass friends that he had down there before he ended up in jail or dead. Another one of the reasons was because my cousin had called me and told me that she missed me and wanted us to have a better relationship since I was the only girl family she had that was her age. I should have known that she was trying to use me because that was all she’d been doing since we were younger. My father and her mother were brother and sister. My dad didn’t really fuck with his sister like that because she was nothing but a thieving ass drug abuser who only talked to my dad long enough to ask to borrow money. He wasn’t even sad that she died; he was relieved. You should never be relieved that your loved one died unless they were on some suffering shit. Honestly, that was the last time I had saw Kharisma until she called and wanted me to move to Chicago. We spoke on social media from time to time, and that was it.
My and Sebastian’s bags weren’t even unpacked good before Kharisma started with the bullshit. Before I even knew who Mayhem was, she told me that she had her eyes on him and wanted to get with him, have his baby, and drain his bank account. I asked her what that had to do with me, and she told me that she had a plan. She said we were going to be very rich after we hit this lick. She told me to hook up with his best friend, Frank, and she was going to hook up with Mayhem, and we were going to take their money. When she told me that dumb ass plan, I looked at my boyfriend, Sebastian, and he was sitting there with a stupid grin on his face. I knew that he was getting ready to say some stupid shit.
After Kharisma told me how much money they moved throughout the city and what they did for a living, it did pique my interest, but not enough to want to be with another man outside of Sebastian. He had been my only boyfriend, ever. We got together in high school, and it had just been us since then. Sebastian told me to be with Frank, and Bash would work for Mayhem, and we could stack our money and then move to Canada or somewhere and start completely over. I was pissed as fuck because we moved away from Hollywood to get him away from the gangbanging.
Anyways, I ended up hooking up with Frank first. I never told him that Kharisma was my cousin or anything like that. Shit, Mayhem was a hard nigga to sink her claws into. She was a little pissed because she was used to niggas looking at her and vying for her attention, but Mayhem ain’t give one fuck about that. She ain’t even get with Mayhem until like a year or so after I had got with Frank. Frank was easy as fuck, and she was jealous as hell. The only reason why she was able to get with him was because of me. I overheard Frank on the phone with him, and Mayhem had told him that he was at the mall. I texted Kharisma and told her that Mayhem was going to be at the mall. That’s how all of that went down. Don’t let her fool you. Had it not been for me, her dumb ass would have never fucked with him to begin with.
I swear a year into this shit with Frank, I started trying to get Bash out of the game and we could leave with the money that he had saved. He kept telling me that the time was not right. I told him that I wasn’t able to get any money out of Frank because he gave me his credit card and he monitored his statements like crazy. I had the password to his safe in the house, but he counted it every morning and before he went to sleep at night. I told Bash about The Box, but he didn’t care that Frank was damn near on the verge of killing me. I’d been doing everything there was to do to get Frank to leave me, but he wouldn’t fucking do it. That nigga had a very unhealthy attachment to me. He told me that he didn’t like tattoos, but I told him I liked my niggas tatted up, and the next day, he came home with a half a sleeve of tattoos. Weeks after that, I told him that I wanted him to get his dick pierced, and this dumb ass nigga did it. I had never been more frustrated in my life.
I pulled up to the Starbucks around the corner from Kharisma’s house and walked the block to her house. I was so surprised that I had been able to keep this a secret from Frank for so long. I walked right in the house, and she was lying on the couch while Price was walking around the house, tearing it up. I honestly didn’t see how we had the same blood flowing through our veins. She was so damn crazy in the head. I walked closer to the couch and saw that her ass was sleep. I kicked the couch, instantly making her jump up.
“How your dumb ass sleep and we just got off the phone not even an hour ago?” I questioned. “Let me see your phone,” I said to her.
She pointed to the kitchen. I went in the kitchen and got her phone off her charger. I always used her phone to call Bash so it could not be traced back to me. I loved Bash with everything that I had in me. I couldn’t wait until we moved, got married, and had kids. He picked up on the first ring.
“What’s up, baby?” he answered.
“Bash, I need to see you, now!” I stressed.
“Alex?” he called my name and then paused. “Alex, I can’t come right now. I’m working,” he said.
“No, you have to come now!” I screamed into the phone.
He sighed and then hung up the phone. He hated to be interrupted when he was making his money. Yet another reason why I wanted him out of the game. That nigga could ignore me hours on end while he was out in the streets. I never thought that he was cheating because the nigga didn’t have the time to cheat.
Price walked up to me, holding a bag of chips for me to open. I couldn’t believe that Kharisma tried to pass Price off as Mayhem’s when he was first born, because he was a brown-skinned little baby with the cutest brown eyes, and both Mayhem and Kharisma were light as fuck. I walked to the spare bedroom that I stayed in when I wanted to get away from Frank’s crazy ass. I walked by a mirror, and I stared at myself.
I was five feet five with a very fit and petite body. My high yellow cheek bones, full lips, long hair down my back, and gray eyes always made people think that I was a model, but I was nothing close to it. I was a referee. For the longest time, I’d always loved sports. My dad was a sports fanatic, and I was a daddy’s girl. I had my degree in Physical Education, and I had a certification in refereeing. During the summer months, when AAU basketball was going on, I always applied to be a referee, and it was so fun, and it gave me a chance to get away from Frank.
I was interrupted by Bash clearing his throat at the door. I turned and looked at him, and he was looking sexy as fuck. Bash was barely six feet. His skin was a bronze color, smooth, and hair free. Bash wasn’t as thick as Frank, but you could tell that he worked out a little. He had a thick little six pack that I loved rubbing on. He had on those new orange Vapormax sneakers with a pair Levi’s that was hanging at his waist. His white t-shirt stopped right at the top of his jeans. I could see his Ferra
gamo belt. He had on an orange Nike jacket. My hubby could wear some of the simplest shit and look sexy as fuck. His eyes were low, and I automatically knew that he was high, and I was pissed. I hated when he got high. My anger went out the window when he ran his thick pink tongue across his big ass bottom lip.
“What’s up, mama?” he spoke and walked over to me and pulled me in for a hug.
I hated that he smoked weed, but his cologne mixed with weed was making me horny. All those times I told Frank I was going to yoga classes, I was over here with Bash, riding the fuck out of his dick. I loved having sex with him. He had me on cloud nine just from his touch.
“Daddy, I’m ready to move! I don’t know how much longer I can keep up this façade of being in love with someone and I’m really not. I miss lying next to you at night. I miss everything about us,” I said while looking up at him. “I want to start a family, Bash. We are thirty-three years old. We should be on kid number two or three by now.”
He smiled and showed all of the gold teeth in his mouth.
“I miss you too, mama, but the time is not right yet. I’m still not making the money I wanna make to be able to quit. Why can’t you start getting money from that nigga’s safe and putting it in our savings account?”
“It’s not that simple, Sebastian, and you know that. I been telling you that. That nigga will kill me, and it’s like you don’t even care. He put me back in that room earlier today. I was in there for seven hours. Seven whole hours because the yoga teacher saw him this morning and told him that she missed me in class. I told him that I was cheating on him, but I didn’t tell him with who,” I said.
“Alex, come on, man! Don’t fuck up our bag, ma. When we leave this shit, I don’t want you to have to work ever again, and I don’t want to work. How much money you think we need for that? You want kids, you like shopping, and you wanna live a good life, so factor that in,” he said.
“I want kids?” I questioned, trying to clarify what the fuck that meant.
“Man, you know what I mean. Don’t start that shit, Alex. Just wait a little while longer, damn,” he hissed.
“Bash, did you miss the fact that I told you this nigga wanted to kill me? That nigga had stuck me in a room for hours on end, and you have not said one word about that.” I huffed.
“Shit, just deal with it, ma! You won’t ever have to deal with the shit again when we get our milly and bounce out,” he whispered and kissed my forehead.
His forehead kisses always made me feel loved. He tugged at the bottom of my shirt and slowly pulled it over my head. I stood there half naked when he walked over to the door and closed it. He walked back over to me, displaying a wide ass grin. Bash and I both had a high ass sex drive. I swear me and this nigga could fuck every day at least three times a day. I damn near died when our sex sessions slowed down when we moved here. I wondered if he fucked other girls. He claimed that he didn’t because he didn’t have time to, and I believed him.
“You smell so good, bae.”
“Don’t fucking lie, Bash. I been locked in a hot ass room for seven hours. I have a small stench, and you know it.”
“Ma, you know I love your natural scent,” he whispered and backed me up toward the bed.
He slowly laid me down and removed my bottoms. After he threw my bottoms on the floor, he placed small kisses on my stomach and then back up to my size thirty-four C cups. I loved when he cupped both of my breasts in his hand and divided the attention to my nipples equally. My gumdrop size nipples hardened when he pulled them in his mouth.
“Hmmm, Bash,” I moaned out.
My clit started to twitch, and I knew that I was getting ready to cum. Listen, sucking on my nipples always made me cum hard. When I was on my period and I wanted to cum, Bash would suck on my nipples and have my body on cloud nine.
Bash kissed down my stomach and started kissing on my girl. He didn’t waste any time pulling my clit in between his teeth and giving her a slight tug. I ran my fingers over the deep waves in his hair the minute he pushed two fingers inside of me.
“Bassshhh, baby! Don’t stop!” I moaned out lowly, not wanting to disturb Kharisma or Price.
I arched my back to meet the strokes of his tongue on my clit and his fingers inside of my hole. God, this man knew how to make me feel good. Shit! He looked up at me with his bedroom mixed with marijuana eyes, and I lost it. I came all over his fingers. He slipped his fingers out of me and stood up. He pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned his jeans.
“Ma, you giving that nigga my pussy?” he questioned.
“You know I ain’t giving away your pussy,” I lied. “He still thinks I want to wait until marriage.”
Frank’s dick was good… great even, but I couldn’t get out of my own head when he would fuck me. I had to think of Bash when he fucked me, and sometimes, that didn’t even work. You know how when you were in love with someone, it made the sex that much greater, but I didn’t even like Frank, so the sex was just something to scratch that itch I’d be having. Throughout the last five years, I thought that I would at least start to like him, but I hadn’t. That nigga was bat shit crazy, and I could never be with a man that was crazy like that. I was just playing my part until Bash and I could get this money and move the fuck on with our lives.
After Bash pulled his jeans and briefs off, he started stroking his dick. The pre-cum that oozed from the head of his dick looked so tasty. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs apart. He licked his glazed lips at the sight of my wet ass pussy puckering up for him.
“Shit, that pussy so pretty and pink, baby,” he whispered.
He eased himself inside of me, and I gasped at the feeling of him pushing inside of me. He pulled his bottom lip, showing off the top row of his gold teeth.
“Fuuucckkk, Bash!” I moaned.
“Mmm-huh, baby! That pussy so goddamn good, mama!” he groaned out, making me tighten my muscles around him even tighter.
He pushed my legs further apart and started hitting the bottom of my pussy like there was no tomorrow. I placed both of my hands on his damn stomach to slow him down because I could feel that nigga in my stomach. He knew how to fuck me.
“Move them mothafuckin’ hands, Alex!”
“Daddy! I can’t take it! I can’t take it!” I whimpered and kept trying to stop him.
“Oh, I see what the fuck going on.” He chuckled. “You want me to make you take this dick.”
He pulled out of me and flipped my lil’ ass over in one quick motion. I loved when he manhandled me. It was so crazy that Frank and Bash were mostly alike; I just didn’t like Frank, so when he did the things that Bash does, I cringed. God, I couldn’t wait until this was over.
“Face down and put that ass up, Alex! I ain’t gon’ say it but one mothafuckin’ time,” he ordered.
I put my face on the comforter and arched my back the way he liked it.
“And don’t you mothafuckin’ move.”
He placed both of his feet on the bed and mounted my ass like I was a fucking bull. He latched on to my waist and started to pound my pussy like he had something to prove. His balls hung a little low, and they were smacking against my pussy. All you heard were the sounds of our low groans and our skin smacking against each other.
“Shit! I’m about to cum, baby! Are you still taking that birth control?” he asked me.
“Y-yes…” I stuttered. “I’m about to cummm, baby!”
“Cum for me, baby! Cum for me, baby!”
I felt his dick jumping inside of me, and I was cumming at the same time. I felt so high. He slowly pulled out of me and sat on the bed to catch his breath. He then laid back and stared at the ceiling. I couldn’t move, so I was still in the doggy style position. He smacked my ass one time and then smirked.
“Good ass pussy! I been crazy about that pussy forever.” He grinned, making me smile.
“I’m so happy that I can please you, baby, and keep you from dipping your dick in other places,” I said.
He got q
uiet and looked up at the ceiling. His eyes were a little lower, and I knew that he was getting ready to go to sleep. I knew that after he nutted, he wanted to go to sleep.
“Baby, I need you to do me a favor. Please don’t be mad at me when I tell you this,” he said.
“You know I’ll do anything for you.”
“I want you to fuck him! Get the code to the safe and start stealing money,” he said.
“Huh?” I questioned.
I couldn’t tell him that we were already fucking because I told him that we ain’t never fucked. He already knew that I had a couple of his credit cards, but he didn’t know that I had the codes to the safe. I could tell him that, but the fact was that he counted the safe every night and every morning. There was no fucking way I could steal anything.
“Fuck him and get some money! Ain’t that what Cardi-B told y’all?” He laughed.
“Bash, Frank is a different type of man when it comes to his money. I already have his credit cards, but he checks those statements religiously. He checks his money like I check social media, Bash. I have told you that already.”
“Alex, you have the best pussy that I have… in the world,” he said.
“You’re fucking somebody else!” I hissed.
“Nah, mama, I’m not. Stay focused. If you drop that good pussy on that nigga, he will go crazy. Get the codes and start taking like ten racks every two weeks. I know that nigga got millions of dollars in that damn house somewhere other than his damn safe,” he said.
“You will not rob Frank, so get that out of your head. First, you can’t get on his property, and secondly, Frank is just different, Bash. I can’t put my finger on it. He just seems paranoid about something. The bed we share is thick as fuck, but he can feel when I move. I get up to go the bathroom, and when I come out, he’s sitting up in the bed, staring at me. I tried to sneak up on him and scare him one night, and he turned around before I could even tap him on his shoulder and grabbed me by my neck. When he noticed that it was me, he let me down. I believe that he writes everything down that I do or say because he can tell me things today that I said a year ago. He’s scary, and I fear that if we don’t get the money, he’s going to end up killing me. Why aren’t you more worried about that, Bash?” I said to him.