The last beep sounded as we got off the elevator. Three men stood in the hallway with automatic rifles waiting for us. I recognized one of the guys immediately. He was the one that came up to my car when Junie went by one of Big Tuck’s houses the night he got shot. He looked exactly the same besides a scar that was on the left side of his face.
He smiled at me, saying the same thing he said that night, “You Suzie Rock, ain’t you?” a twisted smile plastered across his face. I ignored him and kept walking as he smacked my ass. I turned back towards him, but Keyonna grabbed my hand and pulled me back.
“Girl, just let it go.”
He put his hands up the same way he did that night as if to say, “I don't want any trouble.” He blew me a kiss as I turned and began walking down the hallway, arm in arm with Keyonna.
“Girl, you can’t buck up at these niggas. These are Big Tuck’s top dudes. Like, if they wanna fuck, then guess what? You fuck them. Plain and straightforward. Only one they can’t fuck is me, but I was there where you was before. Shit, I fucked every dude you saw when we got off the elevator. That’s just the type of shit that comes with the territory.”
Her words went in one ear and out the other as we came to the door. She knocked twice, paused, and then knocked three times. A tall, slim man opened the door. He had bushy eyebrows and braids. His shirt hung from his body like it was too big for him to wear. In his hand, he gripped a 9-millimeter pistol. All black with a chrome handle.
“Whassup Fly?” Keyonna said as she pulled me past him and into the room. The size of it seemed like it would be able to fit four of five of the regular hotel rooms inside of this one. A luxury suite: two beds, a hot tub in the bathroom, big flat-screen TV mounted on the wall.
“Damn!”
“This?” she said, looking around the room. “This shit ain’t nothing. This is just what he gets when he doesn’t feel like spendin’ a lot of money.”
Just then, Big Tuck came out of the closet. He was shirtless, exposing his protruding stomach with no shame. His head was bald, and his beard grew out long and thick from his face. His skin was dark as the night sky above us.
“This that bitch you was talkin’ bout, huh?” he said, walking over to the bed.
“Yeah, this her.”
“Well shit, the fuck y’all standing there for? I got shit to do.”
Keyonna set her purse down and started seductively pulling her clothes off. He turned to look at me, waiting for me to do the same thing. I walked over to the couch and put my purse down, pulling out my cell phone. I heard a bullet loading into the chamber of a gun, causing me to turn around to see the barrel aimed directly at me.
“Nah, bitch, ain’t no fuckin’ phones allowed in this muthafucka.”
Keyonna’s eyes widened as she rushed to me, explaining to Big Tuck on the way.
“Oh, she didn’t know, Tuck. I’m sorry.”
She looked at me and whispered sternly, “Girl, put that phone up! He doesn't want that shit up here.”
“Nah!”
He yelled, the gun still aimed at me, “Bring that shit over here!”
I paused, looking back and forth between Keyonna and Big Tuck. Keyonna shook her head as if to say she couldn’t help me,
“Did I fuckin’ stutter? Bring that shit the fuck over here, bitch!”
I walked over to him as he snatched the phone from my hand,
“What’s the passcode?”
“Why?”
He got up out the bed as quick as a man his size could.
“You fuckin’ questioning me?! Bitch, I’ma ask you one more time,” he said, reaching for the silencer that was on his nightstand,
“What is the fucking passcode.”
“Lyric, just tell him the passcode.”
“2-8-7-6.”
He entered the code, scrolling through parts of my phone. He peered at me occasionally as his dark, ominous eyes went back and forth across my screen. I deleted every text, picture, and number that had anything to do with Nas before I came into the hotel. I knew that if he just so happened to ask for my phone that there was a possibility that he would go through it. Just like I told Nas, this was chess, not checkers. He took my phone and threw it against the wall, breaking it into several tiny pieces that scattered across the floor. With the gun placed firmly against my temple, he whispered to me,
“If you ever in your Muthafuckin’ life bring a fuckin’ phone around me again, I will kill yo’ ass dead before you can even fix yo’ lips to explain why the fuck you had it in the first place. You are here to fuck and suck my dick and leave. That’s it, bitch. Now strip the fuck down and get on yo’ knees so I can get the fuck on with my night.”
I closed my eyes and took slow, deep breaths to calm myself down as he walked away. He kept the pistol in his hand as I looked over at Keyonna. She was completely naked, waiting for me to undress. As I started, she went over to him and rubbed on his dick until it got hard. Moments later, I heard her slobbering and sucking on it. He put his thick hand on top of her head, pushing it all the way down on his dick. He put the gun on his nightstand and waved me over with his finger when I was completely undressed. I walked over to the bed.
“Eat her pussy,” he said to me.
I maneuvered my way under her and put my tongue on her pussy, licking it as I heard her choke on his dick. She shook her ass as I licked her lips and across her clit. He pushed her head off of him and reached forward, grabbing me by my hair and yanking me to his dick. He put his hand on top of my head and pushed it down, the same way he did Keyonna.
“Key, fuck her.”
He said as she got up and walked to her purse, pulling out the same dildo she used when she fucked me in the car. As his dick went in my mouth, I felt her push the dildo inside of me. He moaned, pushing my head down further as I looked up at him. His eyes shut every now and then from the pleasure. The pistol was just out of reach on the nightstand. I would have to move up a little further to get it. Nas said he was going to come in right at 16 minutes, but if I could do this myself, I was going to do it. This was going to be my revenge, and it was what I planned all along. I went down further on his dick, putting it all the way down my throat. The times I fucked Keyonna helped me to understand how to handle all of it at once without gagging. She kept fucking me from behind, smacking my ass while I spat on his dick and jacked him off.
“Fuck!”
He yelled out as I went faster. She put the dildo deeper inside of me, and I slid up a little more because of it. I looked towards the gun as it was still out of reach. He opened his eyes, noticing I stopped, but I put my mouth back on his dick, sucking it hard and stopping to lick the tip of it, then shoving it back down my throat. Keyonna fucked me harder, moving me up more. Finally, the gun was within reach. I took his dick out of my mouth and reached for it, grabbing it off the table as I kicked Keyonna away from me. She flew back off the bed, hitting her head on the dresser. She was knocked unconscious as I turned to Big Tuck. His dick was hard, pointing straight to the ceiling as he looked at me, seemingly trying to process what was going on. After a few seconds, he caught on.
“Bitch, are you fuckin’ crazy? You will be dead before you walk out this room.”
“You remember Junie?” I said, aiming the gun directly at him. He laughed to himself as he turned to place his feet on the ground,
“Who the fuck is Junie?”
“Muthafucka don’t play dumb! You had him killed almost a year ago.”
He put his hand on his forehead. “Bitch, do you know how many people I kill every year? How the fuck am I supposed to remember based on that?”
He stood up, but I squeezed the trigger on the silencer, sending one bullet flying past him into the mattress.
“Sit yo’ fat ass back down, nigga or the next one is going through your head.”
He put his hands up and sat back down on the bed.
“Look bitch, I don’t know no fuckin’ Junie, and if I killed him, it was for good reason. Shit. Anybo
dy I kill is for good cause.”
He reached towards the nightstand as I fired another bullet into the pillow right next to him.
“Bitch, I’m just getting a cigarette.”
He pulled it out of the drawer and lit the end of it, inhaling and blowing the smoke out slowly.
“Look, if I did kill him, he deserved it. Tuck don't kill anybody that didn’t deserve it.”
“Fuck that shit—”
“Oh, wait,” he said, cutting me off, “I remember Junie. Hell yeah, tall, pretty ass muthafucka with the dimples? Hell yeah. He was short on some money he owed me. I gave him ample time to pay me back but the nigga just… drug his feet. He tried to hoe me. You know.”
He blew smoke out of his mouth. “I can’t let a pussy ass nigga like that hoe Big Tuck. This my city and I guarantee, if you kill me, you’ll—”
Pow! The cigarette fell from his hand as he slowly tumbled over onto the floor, making a small thud. I shot him right in his forehead as the blood poured from his dome, forming a small puddle around him. My top lip curled up as I stood in front of his dead body, naked and empowered. I felt like the chapter of my life with Junie could officially close as he laid there, blood pouring out his body with his eyes wide open. I hurried and got dressed, keeping the gun close to me as if Big Tuck was going to get up from his gunshot wound and pull out another pistol.
It was well past 15 minutes by the time I got to the door. As soon as I cracked it open, I was staring down the pipe of a double barrel shotgun. I dropped my pistol when the round was loaded into the barrel.
SNEAK PEEK: Queen of the City 2!
Lyric picks up where she left off, in the hotel room of Big Tuck, the City’s most ruthless drug Lord. She sets up him with sexual advances to take his mind off of why she really came; to carry out revenge on him for killing Junie, her longtime boyfriend. As she has intertwined in a ménage trios, she suddenly reaches for a pistol and instead of waiting for her new found boyfriend Nas, she takes it upon herself to eliminate Big Tuck.
Eight months later, she gives birth to a baby but questions whether the child belongs to Nas or if it was the product of the rape she experienced in Chicago, but when he is born that is all laid to rest. They decide to name the baby, Prince Nasir Jones, as the child bears an uncanny resemblance to her deceased boyfriend, Junie, which also happens to be Nas’s estranged brother.
Together, Nas and Lyric began their reign as King and Queen of the City’s drug game while simultaneously becoming two of the most feared people within the City’s limits. Nas’s overt hardcore mentality seems to coincide perfectly with Lyric’s subtle, yet thorough aggression.
Suddenly, a traumatic event involving Prince causes a rift between them and the couple that was so in love with each other becomes dangerously toxic.
Join Lyric in this heart racing, hood thriller as she faces enemies from every direction in this banger, “Queen of the City 2.”
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