“That don’t scare me.”
“Well, let him talk to you for a little while.” He gave me that irresistible smile. I nodded yes, then he flagged down the waitress for our check.
NICK
As I opened the door to my apartment I was devising all of the positions I was getting ready to have little mama in. I clicked the light switch and walked in. She came in behind me, and I locked the door.
“This is nice,” she said, looking all around.
“It’s aiight. Just a little somethin’. Have a seat.” I headed to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses. When I returned she was sitting on the couch with her shoes off. I sat down next to her, popped the cork and poured us both a glass.
“I’ve been having a real good time with you these past couple of weeks,” she said as she raised the glass to her lips.
“Me, too,” I said as I placed my hand on her thigh. “Can I get that kiss you’ve been promising me all night?” She gave me the okay, then it was on. I leaned in and placed my lips on hers. After I slipped my tongue in her mouth there was no turning back.
TINY
Damn, this nigga was official. He was kissing and touching me in all the right places. Within minutes, he had my shirt off and a mouth full of nipple sucking it just right. I squirmed in my seat as his hands and mouth put my body on fire. I could feel the wetness forming in my coochie as he began kissing his way to my zipper. He unzipped my jeans and slid them open, placing gentle kisses at the top of my panties while pulling at the side of my jeans.
“Can I taste you?” he whispered. I didn’t hesitate. I pushed his face to the place. He pulled my jeans all the way off, then stared at my pussy like it was a juicy steak. He pulled off his shirt and then his pants and sat back on the couch.
“I thought you wanted to taste me?”
“I do. But I like my meals brought to me.” He pulled me by the hand causing me to stand in front of him. Then he slowly slid my panties down until they hit the floor. Pulling me toward him he leaned in and inhaled my scent. “Mmmm…” he moaned, then lifted me up so I could stand over him. There I stood, legs wide open and pussy fully exposed. I lowered myself into position, and his tongue took over. He began slowly tickling my clit with the tip of his tongue, then he let his tongue glide between my wet lips.
“Mmmm…” The work he was putting in was feeling so good. My knees were getting weak. I think he sensed it because he grabbed my legs one by one and placed them over his shoulders sitting me right on his face, palming my ass just right. He then ate my pussy like it was his last meal.
NICK
I knew she couldn’t hang talking all that shit. I had her ass hollering and crying and begging for mercy. After she came for the third time I eased her down and slid her right onto my dick. Damn her pussy was tight as hell. She was so small I could move her any way I wanted her. She held me tighter as I bounced her faster and faster. Her moans were intoxicating. When I hit that spot she took over. She pushed me back and began nibbling and sucking my neck. She planted her feet firm in the couch and came up and down on my shit just right. Her pussy muscles clinched tighter with every thrust. The room was now filled with both of our moans.
“Make him talk to me,” she whispered in my ear as she continued to work her show. I grabbed her ass and pushed her down hard every time she came up. “That’s what I’m talking about” was all I heard as she moved faster and I pushed harder.
“Oh shit,” I yelled out as I felt myself about to release.
“Gimmie this dick, boy,” she said through clinched teeth.
“Mmm… shit,” I moaned. Her muscles were squeezing tighter, and the pussy was getting wetter with every stroke. I hung in there for a few more strokes, but she pushed down on me causing me to enter her deeper and as I exploded, it was over for me. I held her tight in my arms and kissed her lips.
TINY
The next morning I knew I had to put my signature on this nigga if I wanted him to act right. Just as he turned over I saw what I needed to see. He had that early-morning hard-on. I put my head under the covers and went to work. As I began to suck I felt his dick get harder in my mouth, then I felt his hand rest on the back of my head. As I slowly pulled him in and out of my tight jaws I could hear him begin to moan. I moved the cover from my head and picked up the pace. Rotating the sucking of his dick and running my tongue up the line between his balls made him open his legs a little wider. I had all the access I needed. I ran the tip of my tongue down the line and flicked it slowly over his asshole. When I felt him jump, I knew I had him.
Quickly I went back to working that pole, sucking harder and faster. I looked up and his head was buried deep in the pillow, and when I felt his leg shake, I knew he was close. I took him to the back of my throat and tightened my jaws. The sound of my slurps caused him to moan louder. He was on the brink. He grabbed a handful of my hair and tried to go deeper in my throat. Good thing a bitch got skills. His breathing picked up, and he began to grunt. I moved faster and faster and just as he was about to come I slid my finger in his ass and stroked. That nigga screamed like a bitch as his whole body shook. He released into the back of my throat hard and long, and I swallowed every drop. I slowly removed my finger and sucked my way to the top of his dick. I watched as his stomach heaved in and out and a smile spread across my lips.
“I fucked you royally, huh?” I asked. But that nigga couldn’t even talk. I got up and headed to the bathroom. Mission accomplished. That muthafucka was now putty in my hands.
NICK
I ain’t ’bout no gay shit, but had to admit that shit felt good as hell. I ain’t never come like that before. Then to have a bitch suck you like that then talk shit and walk out the room. Fuck what you heard. That’s grounds for marriage. I lay there basking in that nut that I just busted and couldn’t say shit. I was fucked up laying there staring up at the ceiling, then I dozed off.
DARK
I sat in my car, crouched down, waiting for this nigga, Sig, to come home. Just when I thought I was about to get real restless I see this penny ante hustler pull up in a gold Hummer. I watched him dead his engine and step out of his ride. He was staggering a little and fumbling with his keys and phone. I eased out of the car and ducked behind a car when his cell phone rang. I slid behind the tall bush on the side of his house and pulled down my mask.
“You better be here in a hour. And wear that sexy shit I like.” He was talking to what appeared to be a female. When he got to the door he again fumbled with his keys and dropped them on the porch. When he came up, I was right on him and busted him over the head with a blackjack. He fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes. I scooped that nigga up and carried him to my ride and threw him in the trunk and drove off.
SIG
When I woke up I was buck naked and hanging in the middle of a room. I looked up through the blood dripping in my eyes and saw that I was handcuffed to some chains that hung from a beam in the ceiling. I looked around the room and noticed that I was in an abandoned building. I tried to pull on the chains to see if I could free myself, but I couldn’t. I wiggled around for a few minutes, then I heard footsteps coming from behind.
DARK
I walked up on that nigga and burned him with my cigar. He screamed as he tried to turn to see what was going on. I walked in front of him and started my interrogation.
“Do you know why you’re here?” I stated in a calm voice and took a seat.
“Nigga, I don’t know you,” he tried to sound real hard.
“Do you know Shokkah?” His eyes grew bigger by the second.
“Look, that nigga is crazy. I don’t owe him shit.”
“I didn’t ask you anything about owing him. You guilty nigga,” I said, then kicked him, causing him to swing back and forth.
“Where is my partner’s money? And I don’t plan on being here all night.”
“I’m telling you, I don’t owe that nigga shit. You let me go now and I can make it worth your while.�
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“Muthafucka, your word is shit. Why you think I’m here? ’Cause you ain’t keep your word.” I got up and walked to the table and removed the lid from a barrel of fluid under Sig’s feet, then I grabbed the control box and sat back down and took a long drag on my Cuban. “So you gonna take my nigga’s kindness for a weakness?”
“I told you I paid my debt,” he yelled, breathing heavy and struggling with the chains in another attempt to free himself. I pushed the green button which slowly lowered Sig toward the barrel of hydrochloric acid. I got off on offing muthafuckas with chemicals.
“What the fuck?” this nigga yelled and started squirming. “Hold up.” But it was too late. I lowered him until his feet hit the acid first. I heard the sizzle, then I heard this nigga release a bloodcurdling scream. When I saw his eyes roll back in his head I pulled him up. His feet had shriveled up and looked as if it was burned on a grill. He was shaking and gasping for air. I stood up and grabbed the needle full of epinephrine and hit his vein. I didn’t want this nigga passing out on me.
“So, where’s my man’s get-right?”
“Fuck him,” he mumbled.
“Oh, you a tough guy, huh? Okay.” I sat back down and hit my button again, causing him to dip right to his calves. I was planning on draggin’ this shit out as long as I could. Again he hollered and jerked. Spit bubbles formed on his lips. He had flesh and muscle hanging and now the bones on his feet were totally exposed. He was tough.
My phone rang and I picked it up. “How his wife feel?” I asked Mook who was about to take her on the date of her life. I hit the speaker button and she was screaming in the background.
“No, pleeeease.” He released another scream and I knew his wife’s voice was getting to him.
“Wait, hold up. I think Luther ready to sing.” I turned my attention back to Sig. “And you were saying?”
“Tell her to give it to you. Please, just don’t hurt her,” he pleaded with tears in his eyes.
I relayed the message to my man, who then said he’d call me back. About ten minutes later, my cell rang. Mook said that his girl had led him to the stash spot and my, my, my, at least that nigga had at least a quarter million dollars in cash and jewelry. My man quickly bagged that shit up, then put two in his girl’s head. My motto has always been No witness, no case.
“See how easy that was?” I kicked him and he swung back and forth. “You could have saved us all some time.” I took another pull and blew the smoke in his face. He was shaking and crying as the acid ate away at his skin. I yelled out, “All a man got is his word.” Then I walked to my seat, sat back, and lowered the rest of him into the barrel. He screamed and twitched as the acid bubbled up. Blood was coming from his eyes and ears. He jerked, gurgled and gagged on spit. Right before the acid ate its way to his chest his head fell back and he was dead. I watched as his body was slowly lowered until there was nothing left but handcuffs and chains. Once his head went under, I released the cuffs, let them fall in the barrel and put the lid on.
“Two down, one to go.” I walked off in anticipation of counting my riches.
NYLA
“Goddammit!” I yelled as I threw my bags, purse and dry cleaning on the couch. I had hit my toe on my way through the door. I limped back to the door, closed and locked it. I then bent over to examine my toe to see if I had fucked up my nail polish.
As I stood to walk back over to the couch, my cell phone started ringing. I searched through the pile and found it.
“Hello,” I said into the phone.
“Tiny?” It was Nick.
“Hey, what’s up loverman?”
“I’ll be running a little late. So instead of 8:00 I’ll be there by 9.”
“Okay. I’ll be ready. Looking forward to it.”
“Me too.” He hung up.
I tossed the phone onto the couch. Walking to my bedroom I went straight to the closet and hung up the two dresses, and then went to retrieve the three pairs of shoes and accessories. I still hadn’t decided what I wanted to wear. After I laid everything out, I wrapped my hair and jumped in the shower. As I went over in my head my mission at hand, I had to keep reminding myself that this shit was multipurpose. Not only was I after Nick, I was also after Briggen. There was one thing for sure and two things for certain: my promise to make Briggen pay for Forever was true, and that nigga was getting ready to pay with his life.
DARK
I parked on the corner of the very spot where I got my start. I shot a man here, and I met Cisco here. Now it was burning down to the ground. The blaze appeared to be spreading to nearby businesses. I watched the firefighters, ambulances and police cars around the smoke-filled building. The firefighters fought the blaze as the flames roared out of control, destroying everything they touched. Shit, it reminded me of myself and the situations at hand. Shit was about to get real out of hand, and I was gonna destroy everyone and everything that tried to touch me.
I had got word that it was the local feens who torched our spot, because they were mad that we upped our prices. But I knew better. This had Briggen’s name all over it. This was payback. But this was good ’cause I had special plans for Forever’s big brother.
“Yo, you called Cisco? I think he needs to know about this,” Mook was standing at the driver’s side of my car. He was the one who would probably end up being my right-hand man. He was down with whatever moves I made and proved his loyalty repeatedly.
“Yeah, I told him.” I rolled my car window up, and then rolled it back down. “If you need something let me know. I gotta check on something.”
“You want me to go with you?” he asked me.
“Nah, I’m good.”
I cranked up my ride and pressed play on my iPod. “Hustlin’” by Rick Ross blasted through my speakers as I sped off. I lit up a blunt and tried to decide which trap I would stop by first. My cell rang. I looked down and didn’t recognize the 757 number. I was curious and didn’t remember a chick from the 757 area that I fucked with, and then thought that maybe it was some business so I answered it. All I heard was crying.
“Hello. Yo! Hello?” I asked. Some chick on the other end was crying loud as shit, fucking my swag straight up. “Who da fuck is this?”
“Joy,” the crying chick answered.
“Joy? Who is Joy?” I wanted to know.
“I apologize, is this Dark?” I heard the ho blow her nose.
Okay. Now she had me going. First off, I didn’t know a Joy, and how did she get my number? “What can I do for you?”
“Charles,” she sobbed. “He gave me your number… to call… if something happened to him.” She cried harder.
“Hold up. Who is Charles?”
“I think you guys called him Cisco!” she sobbed.
You guys? “And who are you?” Cisco never told me about no one named Joy.
“This is Joy. I’m Charles’s wife, and he gave me your number as the number to call if I didn’t hear from him. Have you talked to him in the last week?”
“No. He told me he was going on vacation,” I lied. I was still trying to digest the fact that he had a wife and he gave her my number.
“My husband didn’t go on a vacation, damn it!” she screamed.
“What do you mean he didn’t go on a vacation? That’s what he told me.”
“My husband would never take a vacation without taking me and our two baby girls. That’s how I know.”
Whoa. She just dropped another bomb on me. A wife and kids?
“So let me get this straight,” she challenged. “You haven’t heard from my husband, and you don’t know where he is? Is that what you are telling me?” She was frantic.
I had to get off the phone with this bitch. And fast.
“Yes, ma’am. That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” I found myself saying. This Joy person didn’t sound like your average hood rat. And she sounded like someone who demanded respect. “However, he never told me he had a wife.”
“That’s because that was n
one of your business.”
“Well, I don’t believe you are who you’re saying you are.”
“Your name is Mills and you’re at the top of the list. They call you Dark. And you just got released from federal custody in April. Since my husband gave me your number to call and you haven’t heard from him, I’m going to the police. You can mark my words.”
Now I was convinced.
BRIGGEN
Yeah, that nigga Cisco was getting ready to feel my wrath. I don’t know how the fuck he imagined himself muscling me in my own damn city. And then shoot up the spot where I rested my head? He got the game twisted.
To let him know I ain’t the one to be fucked with, I had one of his hot spots burned down to the ground, and I was getting ready to have another one of their spots turned to ashes. I knew this nigga didn’t live in the area, and he’s lucky he didn’t because just like he sprayed my house, I would have sprayed his. The only difference was I would be sure that him and his family would be home.
As far as Nick was concerned, that nigga was dead to me. I just hadn’t decided on how I was going to handle him. For one, I wasn’t too twisted over the fact that he went to my crib while I was gone to help out. Because when a nigga is in your corner and you get knocked, it’s his duty to check on your family. But he lied. She lied. Here these two sneaky muthafuckas knew each other all along, used to fuck and lied about it. I still haven’t figured out what’s the deal with them two. Because I am sure there is more to their story.
Now for Shan’s dick-eating ass. I’m cutting her ass clean off. She’ll see. When I showed up on her doorstep with Li’l Peanut, the surprised look on her face said she was about to faint.
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