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by Sasha Ravae




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  Trap

  GODDESS

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  TRAP GODDESS

  Copyright© 2015 by Sasha Ravae

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  ISBN: 978-1507529539

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  Chapter 1

  “Yeah, baby, just like that,” Jonah said grabbing a handful of Trina’s hair as she continued to bob up and down on his dick. His head fell back in ecstasy. When it came to his girlfriend Trina’s head game, she was a go-getter, and nothing mattered more to her than keeping him satisfied. Up and down and around and around, Trina left traces of her determination all over Jonah. She stroked his dick recklessly while slowly massaging his balls, and soon he couldn’t hold it together any longer.

  “Put your mouth on it. Put your mouth on it. I’m bout to cum.”

  Trina did as she was told and swallowed Jonah’s dick whole allowing his hot cum to coat her throat. She flicked her tongue back and forth across his head until she drank every last drop.

  “Damn, baby, you can’t keep doing me like this.”

  “You know you love it,” she said walking into the bathroom.

  “I never said I didn’t, but I can’t stay at the house fucking your pretty-ass all day,” he said leaning back against the bed.

  “I’m not tryna keep you from taking care of business, baby,” she said walking back to the bed with a warm washcloth in hand. She climbed on top of Jonah and slowly cleaned off his semi-hard dick. “I know you’re busy, Jonah, but I just want to make sure that you stay thinking about me. That’s all.”

  “That’s all, huh?” he asked unable to resist her energy. She was the finest girl he had ever been with, and in his position, a bad bitch was never hard to come by.

  He quickly flipped Trina over on her back and lifted her thick peanut butter thighs in the air as he slid into her hot, wet box. Jonah and Trina had only been together for almost a year, but already, he was in love. Everything about her was addictive from her body, to her voice, to her smell. She was perfect, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

  Trina grabbed Jonah’s strong, deep chocolate arms trying to hold on as he forcefully pounded her pussy.

  Ring Ring. Ring Ring. Ring Ring. Ring Ring. Ring Ring. Ring Ring. Ring Ring.

  Jonah’s phone could be heard muffled in the background. As much as he didn’t want to stop, he knew he had to. Work always came first. Quickly, he hopped off Trina and retrieved his cell phone that sat inside of his pants pocket on the floor.

  “This is Jo,” he said taking the call outside of the room.

  Trina sat back and grabbed a blunt out of the ashtray and fired up. The soothing smoke surrounded her as she became lost in her own thoughts.

  …

  Jonah walked out into the hallway and slowly closed the door behind him. He always tried to include Trina in the life he led, but some things he had to keep to himself.

  “What’s up?”

  “Ay, nigga, where you been at?” Reko asked.

  “I’ve been at the house. My bad, blood.”

  “You was supposed to meet me down here like an hour ago.”

  “Nigga, I said, my bad. Me and Trina…”

  “Here we go,” Reko interrupted, “I swear that bitch is gonna be your downfall.”

  “Miss me with that shit, bruh. Trina is as solid as they come. She’s excited about this weekend. She’s knows how important this shit is to the neighborhood. She wouldn’t get in the way of that.”

  “We’ll see. It’s a lot of people depending on us right now, but we’re running out of time.”

  “Reko, who’s in charge?”

  “What?”

  “Who the fuck is in charge?” Jonah barked into the phone.

  “You,” he said through his teeth.

  “Exactly. This back-to-school drive is the only thing some of these people have. My family’s reputation is on the line, and I always keep my word. As much as I want to cancel it and take care of what we need to take care of, we need to keep up appearances, feel me? If word gets around that RG got hit for a half million dollars, there will be chaos. I got my ears to the streets though, so there’s no way that whoever was a part of this shit is gonna live to even tell about it, and that’s on my kids. They don’t call me the King for nothing.”

  “I hear you, bruh,” Reko said relaxing a little, “I just can’t believe that some fuck niggas robbed us right under our fucking noses. This shit couldn’t have come at a worser time.”

  “Listen, all lines have been shut down until further notice. Once we take care of this small mishap, business will be back to normal.”

  “I hope so, but I’m telling you, Jonah, I have a bad feeling about this shit.”

  “Stop being so fucking negative all the time, Reko, blood. I promise you come Monday morning, we’ll be on a plane to Miami to meet up with Franco, but let’s try to enjoy the weekend, okay?”

  “Alright, I’ll hit you.”

  “Yep,” Jonah said hanging up the phone as he walked back into the room.

  “Who was that?” Trina asked sealing a swisher closed with her pink lips.

  “Reko.”

  “Oh, forreal? What he want?”

  “To iron out a few last minute details about the drive.”

  “I keep hearing about that shit. What is it?” she asked rolling her eyes. Jonah spoke about it from time-to-time, but if it didn’t pertain to money, she lost interest quick.

  “You would swear I just talk to hear myself, girl. Every year, RG links up with different leaders in the community, and we host a back-to-school drive. People are encouraged to donate what they can, feel me? But I usually donate the money for school supplies, clothes, shoes, backpacks, whatever a kid would need to go back to school. We cover the kids from preschool all the way up to twelfth grade. We have food and entertainment. It’s just a way to say thank you to the people in the community.”

  “And why do you do this?” Trina asked exhaling a cloud of Purple Heart smoke.

  “Trina, I just told you,” Jonah said snatching the blunt out of her hand.

  “No, I mean you sell drugs. Why are you pretending to be some type of community activist or something? It doesn’t fit you, baby.”

  “But see, that’s exactly why I do it. I make money off of some of the same people I try to help. I’m hoping that if I do good every now and again that it will balance out all the fucked up shit I do on the regular. My father was a pillar in this neighborhood. Him and his church organized before and after school programs free of charge. Kids could come and eat for free because usually they didn’t go home to too much. If he was still here, he would be fighting for this neighborhood, so I feel obligated to do the same.”

  “That’s some fucked up shit, Jonah. The preacher’s son poisoning the same people he claims to save?”

  “I never said I was perfect.”

  “So when is it?”

  “Sunday, but tomorrow, we gotta go out and celebrate DeAndre’s new club opening.”

  “And ya’ll do this thing every year?”

  “Yep, me and Reko been holding it down for the past five years now, and my father was doing it for fifteen years before that, so people expect it at this point.”

  Trina didn’t understand Jonah’s generosity. He had already made it to
the top and was in a position that niggas would kill for.

  “What do you need me to do?”

  “Just come and look pretty.”

  “Oh, you know I can do that, daddy,” she said kissing him on the lips, “but you know I’ma need to go shopping then.”

  “Any reason is a reason for you to go shopping.”

  “Shut up.”

  “You better be glad I love your ass.”

  “Is that right? Why you love me?”

  “Because I know at the end of the day, you gon’ keep it a thousand. You the realest female I’ve ever fucked with, and that’s why I have you in my life.”

  “I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else, baby,” she said grabbing Jonah’s face letting her tongue explore his.

  “Look, we gon’ have to reschedule,” he said pulling himself away from her grip, “You got me hella late already. Here, call Yari and go to the mall or something. We’ll link up later.” He handed her $2,000 in crisp $100 bills.

  “I guess I can occupy myself today then. Go take care of what you need to take care of.”

  “Ay, before I forget, Renee’s dropping the kids off tonight, so don’t be out too late.”

  “Jonah, don’t do that. You know that bitch don’t like me. I’m not dealing with it cause on my mama, I’ma end up beating her ass, and then I’ll be wrong.”

  “Chill with all that bullshit, Trina. Renee is the mother my kids. If nothing else, just be cool for me. She knows you’re here. It ain’t like I’m keeping shit from her. All I need you to do is let Tiana and lil Jo in. Can you do that please?”

  “Do I have a choice?” she asked rolling her eyes.

  “No, now I gotta go. Stay out of trouble,” he said heading for the shower.

  From the moment Trina met Jonah, she encountered the other women who flocked to him. She couldn’t stand the amount of attention he received, and even though he swore up and down that he was faithful to her, she wasn’t stupid. His phone stayed with numbers she never recognized, but his baby mama was one of his frequent callers. Trina couldn’t stand Renee, and nothing would change that. She was a white girl who somehow found her way to the hood back in high school. With her forty-three inch hips and twenty-two inch waist, niggas broke their necks just to try and talk to her, but Renee only had eyes for Jonah. With her exotic looks, he let his dick lead him and within three months, she was pregnant with their daughter Tiana. Jonah’s status in the clique began to rise and soon the money started pouring in, and Renee took complete advantage of his lifestyle at first lacing her and their daughter with only the finest of everything, but with Jonah being home less and less, soon the money wasn’t enough. Submerged in her own insecurities, she began to accuse him of cheating. Wanting to keep his family together, he willingly sacrificed being on the streets and the money to be with Renee, and when Tiana was 2-years old, she got pregnant again with their son Jonah Jr. With two kids to look after, Jonah could only see the money, and he wanted to give them the world, but not being able to handle two kids on her own, Renee left. No note, no call, no nothing. One day, Jonah came home to find his kids completely alone in the apartment they all shared, and it wasn’t until a few months later that she reappeared, but by that time, Jonah had no respect for her and had no interest in them ever getting back together again. He didn’t understand her sudden change of heart because he provided her with everything, but she failed to do the only job she had. Jonah’s children meant everything to him. He wanted to be the type of dad his father was to him, so when Renee left, it was like she was dead.

  She did her best to prove to him that she made a mistake, but she finally realized that she was only wasting her time when she popped up at Jonah’s house one day and found Trina prancing around in just her bra and panties. Renee knew that she had hurt him, so she convinced herself that Trina was just a rebound, and he was only using her to make her jealous, but a year later, she was still there. Not wanting to involve the courts, Jonah agreed to give Renee the kids on the weekends, but since the drive was that weekend, he let them stay with her during the week. For their sake, he always tried to be the bigger person, but that didn’t stop Renee from starting drama with any female she saw him with especially Trina.

  Trina got up and decided to finally get dressed. She lay up with Jonah so much that she barely wore clothes. She walked down the stairs as her thirty-two inch platinum blonde extensions covered her cheeks. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottled water from the refrigerator as her cell phone vibrated on the kitchen counter beside her. She picked up the phone and saw that she had a few text messages and voicemails, but she ignored them all and called her best friend Yari. Yari and Trina met each other when she was in college. It was Yari who introduced her to stripping, and at first, Trina was hesitant, but when the money started rolling in, she put her reservations aside. While working at the club Wet, they both made the majority of their money by hooking up with a few made niggas from the neighborhood. They were both too lazy to go on stage every night, but luckily, they were able to find men who were willing to take care of their every need financially, and they had been living the good life ever since.

  “Bitch, I’ve been calling you all day.”

  “My bad. You know when Jonah’s around, I stay with my ass in the air.”

  “Oooooohhhh, you nasty.”

  “Naw, but what you doing?”

  “At the house. Omari just left. He said he had some business to take care of.”

  “Yeah, Jonah’s getting ready to leave now. He had some shit to do for this Back-to-School fair, or whatever it’s called.”

  “Yeah, I know about it, but I’m talking about how one of Jonah’s runners got hit for $500,000 and ten keys.”

  “What?” Trina asked making sure Jonah was still upstairs.

  “Girl, yes, I overheard Omari on the phone. Whoever did it killed ‘ol boy. Reko thinks that it’s somebody tryna send a message to Jonah. I guess next week they supposed to be going out of town.”

  “Bitch, this nigga didn’t tell me none of that shit. Something’s wrong. He usually tells me everything.”

  “It’s probably nothing. You know Jonah Lee puts the fear of gawd in these niggas. Whoever did this is gonna pay for it. Remember who he is. Nobody fucks with the Rich Gang.”

  “You right,” Trina said wanting to reassure herself, “Anyway, Jonah gave me some money to go get something to wear for the weekend. You tryna ride?”

  “Yeah, give me like an hour. I’ll call you when I get outside.”

  “Okay.”

  Trina drank the rest of her water contemplating on if she would bring up the robbery to Jonah or not. She was by his side when he made deals with his boss Franco, checked money, did whatever. He trusted her with everything, so she decided to let him tell her in his own time. When she walked back upstairs, Jonah was grabbing his keys off of the nightstand.

  “Why you looking at me like that for?” he asked catching her side-eye.

  “No reason.”

  “I know that face. Just say whatever it is you gotta say, mamas.”

  “It’s nothing,” Trina said throwing her black silk robe on covering her perky D-cup breasts.

  “Trina.”

  “So when were you gonna tell me about one of your workers getting hit?” she asked unable to hold it in any longer.

  “Who told you that?”

  “Does it matter?”

  “Yes,” he said sliding his gold Rolex over his wrist, “You be listening to gossip like it’s news.”

  “Jonah, stop playing with me.”

  “Listen, RG had a mishap that is thoroughly being investigated. Yes, Mal got hit. They took the money and all the dope he had on him, and they left that nigga leaking on the curb to die.”

  “Why the fuck are you so calm about it? You need to pull all your soldiers together and ride out.”

  “Slow down, lil mama, that’s not how I operate. We’ve closed down the pipelines, so no work is moving until I say so. A
reas are gonna dry up fast, so until somebody talks, no product will move.”

  “So that’s the answer?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Jonah, you’re waiting around here like a sitting duck. Please go out and find the niggas who did this.”

  “You have my word that this is gonna get taken care of. Like I told Reko, I’ma enjoy this weekend, and I’ll deal with this on Monday.”

  “Okay, you’re the boss.”

  “And don’t you forget it,” he said showing his perfect white teeth, “The kids will be here tonight. I’ll see you when I get back. I love you.” He gave her one last kiss on the cheek before walking out of the door.

  . . .

  An hour later, Jonah found himself in front of the Northgate Recreation Center. Nostalgia consumed him as he reminisced about the time he had spent there as a kid. Growing up, his family didn’t have a lot of money, so the rec center was home to Pastor Walter Lee’s entire congregation. Jonah’s father didn’t believe that he had to have a big, fancy church in order to praise the Lord. He was happy with what he was given. Over the years, the center began to show its age, but when Jonah took over, he invested over $50,000 into renovations, and he also bought his father’s avid believers a church to call their own. Pastor Lee had passed away by then, but Jonah would have done anything to make sure his father’s name lived on.

  As he hurried inside the familiar place, he saw Reko and Omari sitting on the stage waiting.

  “It’s about time, nigga,” Reko said jumping off.

  “Don’t start. I’m here now, so what’s up?”

  “Nothing too major. Esther just needed to get your signatures on a few things. The church got a lot of people to volunteer this year, so I think set-up should be done by today. We are right on schedule.”

  “That’s what I like to hear,” Jonah said scanning the center.

  “Now that that’s out the way, let’s talk about what the fuck we about to do,” Reko hurried to say.

 

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