"Ahhhhh," I moaned out.
"These are beautiful. Perky and plump," he said in between licks and sucks. "You sure you're ready to have sex, babe? We don't have to do anything," he offered. I swear, I loved him more than anything.
I shook my head no. "No babe. I’ve been missing your touch. I need you inside me. I need you to make me feel better," I pleaded.
He stared into my eyes with his mouth open. He was so adorable. He washed us off and carried me to our bed. He laid me down and planted kisses all over my body. He kissed and licked my stomach until he reached my pussy. He sucked on my clit hard, and put two fingers in me.
"Ahhh Kendriiiick," I moaned. I had tears flowing out of my eyes; I missed him so much.
He continued to lick, suck, and finger me until I came twice. He licked it up and planted soft kisses on it. He climbed on the bed, between my legs, and tongued me down.
"I love you baby girl. You know that, right?" he said in between kisses. I shook my head yes. He entered me and I inhaled heavily. He pinned my hands above my head and stroked my insides. He felt too good, and I knew we belonged together. He licked my tears and planted kisses on my cheeks as he thrusted in and out.
"I missed you, Kendrick." I could say it one hundred times.
Our bodies were so close that it felt like we were about to become one. He sped up a little and that shit was feeling good as hell, making me cum hard.
"Damn ma. Fuck," he moaned into my mouth, and kissed me passionately. He placed his hands under my knees, and raised himself up a bit. He sped up his pace, and all you could hear was him beating my shit up.
"Nic. I swear you got the best shit out here, ma. I love you so fucking much," he said, thrusting in me.
"Kendrick, ah baby I'm cumming again!" I moaned.
"Me too ma. Fuck," he moaned as he went faster and soon exploded.
He continued to stroke me slowly, and then lowered himself to kiss me hard. He kissed my neck and collarbone. He moved my hair out of my face and kissed all over it with his dick still inside me.
"Baby I'm sorry," he said, looking in my eyes. I nodded, saying I understood.
"You still like me even though-?"
"Yes baby girl. Of course. Always and forever. Love you, like you; all that good shit. What he did to you don't change that," he said as he kissed the back of my hands and lips. He flashed his beautiful smile, making me warm all over.
I placed my hands on his face as kissed me passionately. We made love two more times before he got up to handle Michael.
Chapter Three: Kendrick King
I re-showered, brushed my teeth again, and dressed; fresh from a coma to the streets. I was beyond mad. I wanted to go straight from the hospital to this nigga, but I couldn't. One, I needed to send a couple texts to set a few things up. Two, my baby needed me and that was more important. She needed me to hold her, reassure her, and make love to her, and I made sure to do that. My heart was filled with rage. I didn't want to show it too much to Nic, cause I didn't want her to think I was upset with her or anything. My baby was innocent and sweet, and that's what I loved about her, but don't get it twisted–Nic would fuck a bitch up any minute, especially regarding our baby or me. But she was a positive light in my life, where so many negative people and situations surrounded me. She took me on a vacation away from this shit when I was with her.
I was pissed that this nigga disrespected me and then took advantage of her. I don't know what the fuck was going through his mind when he thought he could violate my bitch. I hated that she thought she was damaged goods, and that I wouldn’t want her anymore cause of his ass. Why this non street-smart muthafucka attempted to fuck with a nigga of my caliber, I will never understand.
He had to be the stupidest nigga on Earth. Like a fucking fool, he called Apple's name when he threw her is keys; Nic told me. Stupid ass. And he took her to his apartment to commit his crime. I knew where his ass lived, from when I was gon’ kill his ass before. I know he acted out thinking I was a goner, but he should've waited until they were lowering me in my grave. I thank God he didn't, though. I had only been out my coma three hours, but I didn't give a fuck!
I got a text on my dummy phone from my cousin on my mother’s side, Cinnamon. I had her leave a note on Michael's door that simply said, "I'm woke." She said he looked like he was about to shit bricks. I laughed. Soon as he entered his house, a big buff gay nigga that I had Cinnamon hire tackled him. I texted her back to tell her to spare me the gory details on what came after.
I smirked as I sped to KB's to take care of Apple while them four niggas had a little fun with Michael. That bitch wanted some alone time with me, and she was about to get it. She just better make the best of it, cause it was gon’ be her last day on God's green Earth. I was out for blood more than any vampire you'd ever run across. I had never been this angry in my life. I felt like Ted Bundy or some shit, cause I was ready to lay a whole fucking city out over fucking with Nic. Every muthafucka breathing knew I didn't play about my girl, and whoever didn't know was about to find the fuck out.
I walked into KB's, and all the waitresses were hugging me and shit.
"Kendrick, when did you get out?" they asked.
I simply said, "Today," and kept walking through to my office.
Niggas was dapping me up and shit, too. Paris saw me and kissed my cheek. I lightly pushed her off, and she had tears in her eyes.
"I'm good Paris, chill out with the crying. A nigga is better," I half smiled.
I thought about being mean, but she really cared and I kind of appreciated it. I walked past Apple, and she looked as if she saw a ghost. I made sure to wink my eye with a smile. She licked her lips and just as I thought, she followed after me like a little puppy 15 minutes later. When she walked in, I told her to close the door. I could tell she was nervous as hell.
Chapter Four: Apple Sanders
"Come sit down," Kendrick smiled.
I was scared as hell when I saw him walk in the club. Michael assured me he was a goner. I would've never helped that nigga if I had of known he'd wake up. Kendrick was just as fine as before, except he had a short curly fro now. He had on black jeans, a black hoodie, and black low top chucks. He was so sexy and he still made me nervous, which was new for me. I sat down slowly like he'd asked.
"You been missing a nigga?" He bit his lip, and I instantly got wet.
"You know I have," I smiled. His cologne made my nipples hard.
"Meet me at my car. And tell Mena you're sick and leaving for the day. Nothing else."
Before he could finish good, I hopped up and ran out the door to inform Mena, then headed to the parking lot. Once he got in the car with me, he reached over and caressed my thigh. It gave me goose bumps it felt so good. His strong, toffee colored hands; even they were fine. He smirked at me, showing those dimples, and his green eyes sparkled. I saw why Paris was in love with this nigga.
"We gon’ chill at my crib. Is that cool?"
I shook my head yes, cause I was too nervous to speak. This nigga was everything! He sped to what I assume was his place. "A Tale of 2 Cities" by J. Cole was blasting the whole way there, and his sugar lemon air freshener made me horny.
"But your fiancée, won't she be mad? Or-"
"You know Apple, after being in that coma, I realized settling down at my age is not that good of an idea." he chuckled, not taking his eyes off the road.
"Well I am happy to hear that," I said, caressing the back of his neck.
We arrived at this gated condo community, and he drove to his condo. This shit was decked the fuck out.
"Nice, Kendrick," was all I said as I walked through the door.
He didn't respond; he just grabbed my hand. He guided me to the couch and we sat down. He looked at me and flashed his pearly whites. I almost came just looking at him.
"Apple, you seem like a sweet girl," he said, rubbing his hand up my thick thigh, causing me to tense up. He bit his lip as he did it.
Now y'all, like I s
aid before, no nigga made Apple Sanders nervous. I don't know what it was about Kendrick, and it wasn't like I hadn't fucked with boss niggas before, but chilling with, or fucking a King brother was every bitch's dream, so maybe that's why. All I know is I couldn't wait to feel him inside me.
"Calm down ma. I do bite, though," he winked and smiled, making his dimples appear. Fine ass.
"I am calm." I lied.
He stood up to pour us a drink from the bar. It's now or never Apple, I told myself. I walked behind him and ran my hand up his back. He turned around smiling, and then backhanded me to the floor. My nose busted immediately.
"Ah!" I yelped.
I looked up, and he had wrath written all over his face. I knew I had fucked up. I immediately thought of the Thriller video, when MJ turned into that zombie; yeah, I was that scared. I don't know why I went against a nigga like Kendrick, with a bitch ass nigga like Michael.
"You must be the dumbest hoe alive! You helped some nigga kidnap my family? Fuck is wrong with you? You know who the fuck I am!" he yelled, frowning as I stood up. He slapped the shit out of me again, and I fell on the couch.
"Kendrick, please! I'm sorry! I'll do whatever you want, baby!" I tried to plead. He sipped his drink and laughed.
"I thought you liked me, Apple?" he asked, moving his hand from my neck down to my breasts.
"I do, Kendrick! Please. Whatever you want. I'll do it!" I smiled seductively, and tried wiping the blood from my nose with a nearby tissue. He took his liquor to the head, not taking his eyes off me.
"Strip," he said sternly, leaning on his bar. I stood up and began to take my clothes off. He stopped me and turned on "Na Na" by Trey Songz. "Continue," he said, pouring himself another glass of Hennessey.
I began dancing seductively to the song, using all my moves that made me the queen of King of Diamonds, making my ass clap and everything. He had a pole that came up from the floor; this nigga really loved strippers. I twirled on it ass naked all the way down to the floor. He watched me closely, not missing a move, which made me smile. He finished his drink, and folded his arms as he watched me. I continued to fuck it up. He checked his phone, and then abruptly turned off the song with the remote. He walked over to me on the ground, and shoved a one-dollar bill in my mouth while smiling. I just knew I was about to suck his dick. I licked my lips, while looking up at him.
He chuckled, then retrieved his gun from his waist and forced it in my mouth. "Any last words?" he asked, taking his last sip to head
He let off the gun before I could answer.
Chapter Four: Kendrick King
I called the clean-up crew to come and scoop Apple’s ass up, and clean any staining. I had to prolong her death until Cinnamon let me know them dudes was done with Michael. That was not something I wanted to see. Apple had some moves on her, too bad she was a dumb hoe, cause she could've brought in big money at KB's.
I sped to Michael's crib since Cinnamon texted and said he was ready for me. I had the windows down, and was smoking some of that new Van Gogh shit we were selling. Damn. I was bumping "Make It Home" by August Alsina, and I was so high I felt like I sounded just like that nigga when I was singing along.
When I got there, I opened the door and saw Michael crying like a bitch. Cinnamon said her homie Vick, and three of his friends had ran up in that a couple times. They tied his ass up to a chair when they were done and left him there with her.
"What's up cousin?” she greeted me.
"What's up?" We hugged, and I walked up and pulled a chair in front of Michael. "So you like raping girls, hunh? Well you raped the wrong one, nigga. How does it feel?" I spat.
"Kendrick man, why you have to do me like that?!" he cried.
I laughed so loud at the audacity of this little bitch. "Nigga, are you crazy?"
"You sent them niggas to ruin me! To take my manhood!" he yelled, with bloody snot running from his nose.
I turned my lip up in disgust. "Shut yo ugly ass up with that crying, my nigga!" I yelled, making Cinnamon laugh. "I warned your bitch ass on several fucking occasions not to fuck with Nic, and you just couldn't take a fucking hint! What, you thought I was just talking, nigga?!" I slapped him with the gun and untied his ass. "Defend yourself, you little bitch!" I yelled, punching the shit out of him and making him fall out the chair. I started whooping his ass, just like he did to Nic. I must've been fucking him up bad, because Cinnamon called my name for me to stop.
"Can’t even fight for yourself, you lil pussy nigga. I don't even need a gun for your punk ass," I spat.
"Come on, you can do it! Be a big boy, just like when you was able to take four of them 10-inch dicks back to back up that ass 30 minutes ago, boo," Cinnamon teased, filing her fingernails.
"Ugh Cinnamon. Spare me," I chuckled.
***
We drove his ass to the warehouse, and I poured gasoline on him. He tried to run out, but I knocked his ass to the floor with my gun.
"Fuck! Haven't you done enough!?" he yelled.
"Nigga who the fuck you yelling at?" I said, balling up my gun-less hand.
His bitch ass lowered his voice. "I'm sorry man, don't do this. Come on man I don't know what...”
"You rambling, bitch," I said, nodding my head at Cinnamon.
She lit a match and threw it on his ass. He tried rolling around and shit, but it didn't work. After a couple minutes of him screaming and squirming, we dumped water on him and I emptied eight shots in between his eyes.
After the clean-up crew took care of him, I felt slightly better. Slightly because I got revenge on behalf of my baby, but I still hated that this happened to her. I dropped Cinnamon off at my parent’s house, then headed home.
I walked into our bedroom, and Nic and KJ were watching TV. "You got him staying up late with you?" I asked, removing my pullover.
"KJ, tell daddy you're just a night owl like me," Nic replied while cuddling him between her legs.
"Da-ddy," he cooed. I was shocked.
"What you say, little man?"
"Da-ddy! Da-ddy! Da-ddy!" he said excitedly, moving and reaching for me.
I snatched him up and kissed his cheeks. He smelled like that oatmeal bath wash we used on him. "Daddy loves you man," I said, kissing him as he laughed.
I handed him back to Nic, who was smiling, and I went to shower. Once out, I climbed in bed with them and kissed Nic's lips long and hard. "I love you, Nic," I said, looking over at her and kissing the back of her hand.
"I love you more, Kendrick."
I planted a kiss on her neck and shoulder, which smelled so good, then watched cartoons with them all night, like I hadn't just been on a small killing spree. Next on my list was that bitch ass nigga Houston my brothers hit me about. No pun intended.
Chapter Four: Houston Gary
This shit is getting crazy. I'm Houston Gary, and I'm originally from Chi town, where I ran shit over there. I was like Hitler or Joseph Stalin to them muthafuckas. It all changed when I let this snake ass nigga named French into my circle. I groomed his old ass, thinking I found an accomplice and someone to help make my empire bigger and better. Little did I know, this nigga was plotting on me from jump. He got all my niggas and muscle to turn against me. It got to a point where everywhere I looked or went, niggas was blowing bullets my way. I couldn't believe how this nigga took me down. One day French told me to get out of town and never return, or he was gon’ blow my brains out. I had a little girl and girlfriend at the time, but shit, I wasn't dying for no fucking body.
I skipped town as soon as possible and ended up in Baltimore. I kept my ear to the streets, and found the drug game was dominated by the King Brothers. I hung around to find out each one of their names, and how much influence they had. I found Kendrick King was the head of the shit, so I wanted him out first. I figured if I killed him, the shit would crumble and it would be easy to take out the rest of the crew. I, of course, had sent some of the little niggas I recruited while out here to kill the nigga. I wasn't gon’ do it m
yself and risk getting killed by his crew, or his father and uncle. I knew his father Kairio and uncle Kylin were ruthless. Killing their son and nephew would wake a sleeping bear, and I didn't want that bear coming after me.
Just my luck, the niggas hit him with the car and didn't even kill him. I heard he was in a coma and hoped his people pulled the plug on his ass. Then, as if I had a lucky charm in my pocket, his bitch ass brothers caught my staff up and them niggas blabbed on me, like the bitch's I had a feeling they were! I almost shit on myself when my brother told me the King family was after me. He was fucking some bitch named July, and she told him her home girl said them niggas was looking for me. I stopped going to all my usual places and laid low at my crib for a bit. I hated them niggas, especially Kendrick- and to make it worse, I wanted his bitch.
I had a girl back in the Chi who had moved here named Honey, but she wasn't Nic. Nic was beautiful as fuck, and I had to have her. That nigga Kendrick lucked up, cause every nigga wanted that one bad bitch that hadn't been passed around. If she was bad as fuck, usually a couple hustlers and shit had hit. I had never seen the chick before, so I knew she was a good one. That nigga had her nose wide open, cause I thought once he was in that coma, she'd be ready for some new dick. But nah, she wasn't fucking with a nigga. She wanted that old sleeping beauty ass muthafucka.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
I jumped when I heard somebody banging on my door, spilling my beer in my lap. I grabbed my gun and quietly looked through the peephole to see it was my brother Harley. I smacked my lips and opened the door.
"Damn man, you scared the shit out of me! Why the fuck you knocking like the police!!?!!" I said, letting him in while looking at the wet spot on my crotch.
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