by Brick
Not to mention, people had been talking about the man who’d set up shop in Dame’s old spot. Nobody should have been in Dame’s old habitat. And since we knew for a fact Dante was dead, we made it our business to see what was going on. Mirror had been watching the house for a few days so we knew the time when the man inside would be there alone. Everyone gave her a reassuring nod before we rushed into the house. We had to be quick as we didn’t know who or what was waiting for us on the other side. The sound of clicking, like someone was typing, caught my attention.
You would have thought whoever it was on the inside would have had enough sense to guard themselves with men at all times. Resting a finger against my lips, I pointed to spots for everyone to position and I moved forward, finding an opening that lead to one of Dame’s old offices. Carefully stepping through, my Timbs thumped against the floor as I spotted the man I’d come to finish off. If he’d been smart, he would have gone back to London after we offed Dante. But the love of money was the root of all evil. And human trafficking brought in scores of money.
“I knew he wouldn’t take you down so easily. How’d you like that tranquilizer? Was my idea, mate,” S.B. taunted me from behind the desk.
He sat there like he had no worries that we had basically just ambushed him. For a second, I got anxious. Started to think that me and my fam had walked into a trap. The itching of my fingers had me holding my Glock and I stepped forward to see Dante’s handler sitting at a dirty desk with a laptop on his lap. He was dressed in a gray vest with matching pants. No shirt was under the vest and he smirked at me, rubbing his black beard as if studying me. I could see that I had fucked him up badly the last time he and I had met. Which was apparent by the wounds marking his arms and neck. I wasn’t even done either.
“I knew you weren’t dead,” I quietly said.
“Yeah, just like I knew you weren’t, two men cut from the same cloth, mate. But you greatly underestimated my power, little cunt. Question: you ever know what my name means?” S.B. asked.
There was a crazy look in his eyes. One that said he wasn’t afraid to die, and another that said he wouldn’t mind fucking you on the way to death.
His question made my rub my chin and laugh at his cocky shit. See, I hated games. Hated when people felt like they were bigger than the game. Ain’t shit this cat had done ever impressed me much. For one thing, I never underestimated him, which was why we were led here. Just because Dante was dead didn’t mean his sick plans died with him. Every nigga had an agenda. We knew Dante’s game plan was still going on and it seemed this sick pervert was the reason.
“Yeah, son of a bitch.” The sound of my Glock going off, a clean bullet zipping forward and hitting him right in the middle of his face, gave me pure satisfaction.
I didn’t have the time or the patience to do the song and dance with him. I stepped forward, snatched the laptop off the desk. I knew all the information on the missing kids, teens, and even adults would be there. S.B., or Street Butcher as he was known back in the UK, was a part of Dante’s sick global operation, which included human trafficking. Nobody paid attention to that shit in the United States because not many people knew what human trafficking was. We were a part of the lucky few who had people, like my unk and African queen Anika, guiding and teaching us along the way.
Now we knew that Dame wasn’t just selling pussy or pimping as it was known in the hood. He was a human trafficker. What he had been doing had a name. Diamond was there just like the rest of my fam. All there just in case we needed backup. But it was the way she was holding her own that made me see her in a different light. Jake had told me that she was the one who initiated finding me when those niggas had taken me. They all had been there but it is was Ray-Ray who was the first to go in guns blazing trying to get to me. That tripped me out, still did, especially with being successful in how she came for me.
Wasn’t sure how I felt about it outside of being pissed that she put herself in harm’s way yet again and pride because it looked like ma was coming into her power. Something had clicked in her and she was becoming one with the streets. Was crazy, especially with watching her become a natural in how she handled her role. Glancing at S.B.’s dead body, li’l shawty motioned for me to come and I did.
The effects of the tranquilizer was still slowing me down for now. Anika had explained that it was going to take a month to get the rest of it out of me, until then I wouldn’t be as fast as I normally was, which was why I had to take a moment to breathe to get myself together. Jake had walked out and come back in with two big cans of gasoline.
“You know what time it is, blood,” Speedy quipped then cackled like he was the Joker as he rubbed his hands together.
“Time to light up the sky,” Jake added on.
“You two always ready to cause mayhem,” I told my boys who were more like my brothers.
“Says the man who’s the enforcer of chaos,” Jake responded then laughed.
Heading out, the rest of our crew got in our ride and I gave Phenom and Anika the intel we all had. I dropped my hoodie let Diamond do the honors of torching a part of our past. She struck a match and then tossed it where the gasoline trail was. I took her hand as we rushed for the truck. Once I made sure she was in, I hopped in behind her as the flames started to crackle around the old trap house.
I watched her look out the window of our ride, throw up her middle fingers as if she was saying fuck you to the past. After that, we headed out of the Trap, nodding at people who came out of their house just to see what was going on. We all were legends and there was nothing going to stop us from protecting our people. Relaxing in the ride and heading to the airport, Phenom explained that we were going to break for a bit and chill in Trinidad; one reason was for me to heal and two to take down S.B.’s contact there. So it was still game on.
I now lay in bed healing in the birthplace of my mom and unk, Trinidad. Spread out before me was a beautiful view of the ocean and sea. I could hear the waves crashing as I lay between cool sheets. Trinidad was on point. Once we landed, we got to meet the other half of Phenom’s network and our family. We then finished off our loose ends and took down S.B.’s contact, moving to send all the trafficked people back to their homes. It had me thinking back to the chaos. Like I heard someplace, change is bred out of chaos. In order for change to come, chaos has to occur first and that’s what went down for us all. I was soul tired but alive and kinda glad to be here, especially when I could hear Ghost’s laughter. My little soldier had become my damn world. It was crazy as fuck to have these feelings for her like that.
Like she was really my kid and shit. Every time I think on it, it makes me laugh, because I still sometimes felt like a kid myself, but that’s what it was. Chasity was a Kweli now and proud to sport that last name, too. I knew that one day she’d grow up and have to pro’ly face the demons of her DNA, but I know without a doubt that she’d kill whatever may come for her on the spot and still be strong because of the lessons I gave her.
It was kinda dope to watch her actually break out of being invisible and playing with my cousins her age and chillin’ with Chyna. Was dope watching them both study with their private tutor and train with my unk and Anika. Everything that happened back in that safe house with how Ghost almost died, man, yeah, that killed me; but she let me know off the bat that she didn’t want to experience that again. So she dedicated her days training and my unk made sure she spent just as much time being a kid growing up in a family of killers. Chyna reminded me of her mom and a little of Ghost. She was still healing like Diamond and Gina, changed forever from fucking with the devil, but even she now, since being in Trinidad, was opening up and feeling safe to be a teen.
This shit was crazy as I kept saying, but we were getting through it. Both Jake and me were doing online classes with Georgia State. Anika had Diamond and Gina both working on things to better educate themselves and introducing them to college courses. She explained that none of the queens in her crew were stupid. They all
had a high school diploma and a degree or degrees.
It was kinda crazy to me but I respected it. Like I told Diamond before, ain’t nothing like an intelligent hoodrat with an agenda. They ended up being the baddest broads on the block. Jake and Gina were still stuck at the hip. It was kinda dope seeing them together but on some real, Gina was softening my nigga. But it was all good because he was healing her at the same time.
As for Speedy. Nigga was still clownish as fuck. He was also taking college classes with us and starting a party all over the island. Nigga was forever finding ways to cut niggas who came funny at him for taking their broads or just being who he was, which had us always saving his ass from starting another war. Dominque was still healing from the bullshit she fell in with Dante. She broke down everything he had planned once he had killed us.
She gave us locations to where more drugs, money, kids, and people were hidden, in which Phenom and Anika sent out teams to go check it out. We thought trusting her was going to be hard. But, once she and Gina went Worldstar with it again, it seemed that even they got mad cool, especially after she started flirting with Speedy. Crazy shit was, Dominique’s parents had washed their hands of her. Phenom and Anika had gone back to her parents under the guise of working for a clinic that specialized in helping girls who had been through what she had, but her father wanted no part of her back in his home because she had caused them too much trouble, too much embarrassment. None of us understood the motherfucking method to their madness, but we wasn’t about to leave her assed out. This group kept growing but stayed small and stronger than ever.
As for me and Diamond, yeah. Because of everything and who was around me, a nigga had changed but I was still a Trigga happy nigga, still waiting on death. Though, I was really glad to be here, I was damn sure happier right now because of the feel of a soft thigh sliding over my waist.
Hands ran over my chest, the scent of papaya and vanilla had my senses awakening in desire. Licking my lips, my heavy lids lifted to glance into familiar doe eyes and a sexy smile. When the lips that belonged to that smile brushed mine, I knew this healing was going to be on point. Tongues danced. My hands moved from on the side of me to scooping up the naked juicy ass that straddled me. A soft groan let me know that I could continue what needed to go down and I let out a deep growl the moment my dick hit silky, tight bliss.
Was no doubt that who was on me had a pussy for kings. I knew when I expanded within her that my dick was made just for this queen.
“Ooo damn, Kwame,” melted from her lips and had me carefully leaning up to scrape my teeth against her nipples.
I liked her titties. They felt like they fit my needs just right, just like she did. Crazy part of this all, in this moment right now, I could feel that ping of pain in my chest again, and I welcomed it just like my unk had taught me, sort of. The moment I did, that pain turned into something that empowered me and had me going deeper, flipping her onto her back and throwing her leg over her shoulder.
I knew the moment she tensed that I had scared her and I ain’t mean to but she felt so damn good, I had to have her pinned like I did. So to wipe away her fear, I let my hips circle eight in that shit, just like I learned from a skilled broad back in Armando’s crib long ago. I let my internal rhythm glide in and out teaching her to relax and accept all the thickness and length I had to give. The moment she creamed against my nuts, I knew I had her, especially when she arched and gripped my shoulders.
“So tell me again. Say it again, Kwame.”
A smirk spread across my face, I let my locs brush against her supple skin then with one slow winding thrust I had her toes pointing to the heavens and her head digging into the pillows.
“You’re my queen, my jaguar like I was taught to look for. We got an authentic connection, Diamond. Ride or die with the same agendas.”
Though something in me said her agenda was to lock me down and a nigga wasn’t sure he was ready for that, I was slowly learning to dig her being my main. Did I love her? I probably did, but I ain’t figured that shit out yet.
A quaking tightness from her body had a nigga fisting the bed sheets. Once she gave a silky laugh, I knew that she knew that I was about to bust with her.
So, I dropped down to kiss her lips and let her fingers hold on to my neck and locs as she whispered, “I love you, Kwame. Oooo, Trigga!”
I kissed then snaked and flicked my tongue around where she had tatted my name, finding my way down between her cushiony thighs to sample her slit. Both hands wrapped around her thighs to hold her in place as she shook and almost ripped the bed apart. I ain’t ever eat pussy except twice, just to learn and to get my skills tight. From how I was eatin’ her and from how fucking good she tasted, I knew I was doing shit right especially when she went sliding off the bed unto the floor with a thud and begged for more. I always was told that I could roll the fuck outta my tongue.
We stayed at each other’s bodies until the sun set and rose again, ignoring dinner. I let the peace of the island, and our victories take me to the heavens, even as gunfire sounded in the distance. This life was ours to make it how we wanted, but what it never was going to do was hold us hostage. We got our happy ending. We are the misfits in the streets. The ones who take what you took first. We never sleep and in this game, even as we gain and grow, it’s always one thing to remember: every nigga got an agenda . . . even those closest to you. One.
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