A Little More Sin

by Parish Sherman

  Once the hot tub was filled, Elaina stood in front of Sin, pulled the sash on her dress, and took it off. She stood there naked in nothing but her Cavallo heels. She looked like Mariah Carey, but had an ass like Jennifer Lopez. Sin nodded his head in approval. Elaina took her heels off and came over to Sin and started undressing him. She took the .40 caliber Sig out his waistband and put it on the table, then pulled his Sean John shirt over his head and admired his tattoos. Sin stood there as she rubbed her finger over the bullet grazing on his neck. She stepped closer to him and kissed it. She then unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his Sean John jeans.

  "You are so fucking sexy, Sin! You going to be my gangster?" she asked as she pushed him onto the sofa. When Elaina said that, Sin thought of the movie, Dutch.

  "Baby, I can be whatever you want me to be as long as you play your position. I got a wife, and nothing and no one is going to come between what we have. If you cool with that then we can see where we're going to take this," Sin said as she pulled his Tims off.

  "Like I told you, Sin, I have a man. All I'm looking for is some side dick without having a bunch of one-night stands," she said.

  "Cool," Sin said as he raised up and let her pull his pants and boxers off.

  "Damn!" Elaina said when Sin's dick popped out pointing at her.

  Sin smiled at the compliment. She pulled him up and led him to the hot tub. They both stepped in and settled back and talked for a minute. Sin looked at the clock and saw that it was 10:30. He wondered what Malika was doing.

  Elaina straddled him and started kissing on his neck. Sin grabbed her butt and kissed her shoulder. Elaina reached over to her purse and pulled out a ribbed Rough Rider condom.

  "Sin, I haven't cum since the last time I had an affair on my husband. That's been like four months," she said as she slid down on his dick. "Make me cum, papi!" she demanded.

  Sin started fucking her softly, going as deep as he could then pulling out. He repeated the process over and over until he put Elaina in a dick frenzy. He started going fast and hard, and Elaina came extra hard.

  Sin got behind Elaina and lifted one of her legs to the rim of the tub and slid in her. As he hit her from the back, her ass jiggled and that made him think about Malika and how her ass jiggled and bounced. Not that Elaina's ass was the size of Malika's, but it was big and juicy. Sin wanted to see how far she would let him go. While he had her moaning he rubbed his finger across her butt hole.

  Elaina felt it, and smiled a little, and backed up prodding him to go further. Sin stuck his finger in her butt and she came so hard it was scary.

  "Sin, baby, please don't cum inside me! If I got pregnant I would lose everything," she said.

  He made Elaina cum two more times before he felt his nut coming. He pulled out, and spun her around and pushed her head down. Elaina put her lips on Sin's dick and started sucking. Damn, this bitch's head's on 1,000! he thought. "I'm about to cum, E! Goddamn, girl suck that muthafucka!" he said.

  "Call me a dick sucking bitch!" she demanded.

  "Man, do your thang, you dick sucking bitch!" he yelled out. "Oh yeah, bitch, make me cum! Swallow this nut, you cum drinking bitch!" he said as he busted off in her mouth.

  "Oh, I'm about to cum again!" she mumbled with her mouth full.

  Sin looked in the mirror behind her and saw that she had two fingers in her pussy and her thumb in her ass. Elaina came again even harder. She and Sin washed up then went to the bedroom. Elaina was out as soon as she hit the pillow. Sin looked at his phone and saw it was now 11:30. He dialed Malika's number.

  Malika and the girls had a suite at the St. Francis Hotel in San Francisco. Four male strippers were entertaining them. As Malika was putting a $20.00 bill in one of the stipper's g-string she felt her phone vibrate. The stripper that was dancing for her was a 6-4, 250-pound God. The boy's name was De'Angelo. He danced at Sin on Thursdays. The rest of the group also danced at the club. De'Angelo had been flirting with Malika since she hired them. The most they ever did was have a drink together. She was in love with her baby's daddy, and judging by the size of the ring she was wearing, he was in love with her too.

  Malika looked at her phone and saw Sin's number. Shit! she thought. She got up and went to the bedroom. "Hey, baby," she said.

  "What's up, Pooh? Where are you, baby?" he asked.

  Malika thought about lying. "At the St. Francis," she said.

  "Damn, that music loud. Ya'll must be having a party."

  "We got strippers in here dancing," she said truthfully.

  "What? Man, I know you didn't just say that," he said angrily.

  Malika knew he was going to react like that. "Baby, I'm not trying to start this off lying."

  "Hold on," Sin said and picked up the hotel's phone and called Tariq.

  "Hello?" Tariq answered sleepily.

  "Cuzzo, is your company's jet in the town?" Sin asked.

  "Yeah, it's out here."

  "Man, I need Malika in Reno as soon as possible."

  "Cuzzo, by the time we file a flight plan, get the pilot, and the jet ready, she could have driven out there," Tariq said.

  "I didn't think about that," Sin said. "Aight, go back to enjoying your new bride," Sin said and hung up.

  "Pooh," he said into his cell.

  "Yes, baby?" she answered.

  "I want you to come get me. We getting married tonight!"

  "Nigga, that's what the fuck I'm talking about! I'm leaving right now!" He told her where he was.

  "And come by yourself," he instructed her.

  "Okay, baby. I love you!" she said and hung up.

  Malika came out the room, and De'Angelo was standing there. "Look, Malika why won't you give me the time a day?" he asked her.

  "I told you what my situation was, De'Angelo," she said as she noticed he was butt-ass naked. She looked down at his dick and shivered. "And anyway, there's no way that I was going to let you put all this up in me," she said as she grabbed De'Angelo's 11 inches.

  "I only wanted to put half of it in you, and all of this," he said as he stuck out his long, thick tongue

  Malika felt her panties getting wet. I better hurry up and get away from this muthafucka before he gets me and him killed! she thought. She released the python, and hurried into the living room and went over to Simone and Charmaine. "I'm out. I'm going to Reno to marry my nigga. I should be back tomorrow, but if I ain't, one of ya'll go check on the kids and make sure they still alive," she said and picked up her purse and left.

  When Malika got to Reno, she called and found out Sin was at Circus Circus. When she pulled up, he was standing outside with his duffel bag. Malika slid over and he got in on the driver's side. She put her arms around him and kissed him.

  "You nervous?" he asked.

  "No, I've been waiting for this forever, baby. What about you?"

  "Shit, I'm straight. I'm marrying the baddest bitch that ever walked the earth."

  "You better know it, and that better be the last time you call me a bitch," she said and mushed his head.

  They pulled up at a twenty-four-hour wedding chapel, got out, and went hand in hand inside.

  Right before the ceremony took place, Malika pulled Sin to the side and said, "Sin, be a hundred-percent sure you want to do this, because after we do it I won't have any understanding about you falling weak. I'm going to literally kill you if you break my heart."

  "Baby, I want this more than anything."

  "Well let’s do this!"

  Within five minutes, Malika became Malika Michaels.

  Sin rented them a suite in the Hilton and sexed his wife up all night. There was no holding back on anything. Sin licked Malika everywhere. He even did something he said he would never do. Right after Malika got out of the shower, he licked her butt.

  Malika did something she didn't think she would ever do. She licked his, and let him hit her in the butt. It hurt her in the beginning, but after a while she started enjoying it.

  While Sin was hitting her
from the back and squeezing her luscious butt cheeks, he looked at the platinum band on his ring finger and smiled. I made the right choice, he thought as he stroked his wife.

  Chapter Twenty

  Loyalty & Betrayal

  The next six months had been hectic. Sin and Sha and their crew were bringing the heat to Max and his crew, and to Bo and his. Sin found out that the dude Bo was getting his work from was the Colombian he and the girls had put work in on when he first started dealing with Maria. This dude was the one that got away, Pedro Garza.

  Mario and Sin had been flying back and forth to the southeast putting together a network. They had finally gotten things the way they wanted it. Sin and June were doing their thing on the next level. Money was coming in from everywhere. Everything was so cool that Sin got scared. He had Simina counting so much money that they devised a way to do it faster. All Simina had to do was separate the denominations. Each bill weighed one gram. So a hundred pounds of hundreds was close to 4.5 mil. 4,480,000 to be exact. Ones and fives they just threw into pillowcases without counting.

  Every Saturday that Sin was home, he, Jamila and Simina put the money in ten-gee stacks at Jamila's house. Nobody knew about the apartment other than Sin and Simina. They didn't even tell Malika.

  Sin settled with the city for 2.5 million for his civil case. Then on top of that, the lady Malika was close to had kept her word and sent Sin a check for 2.5 million. He gave that to Malika. Sin's illegal worth was a staggering 5 million dollars. He and his family's (Malika and the kids) legal worth was about 6.4 million.

  Malika and Sin were having a house built in Castro Valley, complete with a man made lake. They were still going strong, although Sin still tipped with Elaina, but she knew what time it was with Malika.

  Sin bought a house in Atlanta in the Stone Mountain area, and he and Mario went half on another in Charlotte, North Carolina. Since Sin was out that way in each city at least once a month, they thought it to be a good investment.

  Malika quit her job at J.A. Drake because it was evident that they were not going to allow her to make partner. The "good ol' boy" network would never make room for a mixed blood female, and her being half black was all the more reason.

  Malika took her impressive list of clients from all over the world and started working from home. She represented famous ethnic athletes, politicians, authors, actors, and other celebrities. Most of the time, when Sin went out of town she went with him, especially since she was now five months pregnant.

  Marco came home and jumped into the game headfirst. Even after all the talking that Sin had done, Marco still went wild. He was smashing on every dude that claimed The Circle that didn't pay the six-month dues. He and his crew of misfits started kidnapping cats and burning their Mad Circle tattoos off of their bodies. Dudes that were up under The Circle that didn't ride during the war with Bo and Max were killed. There wasn't a middle ground with Marco. It was like the mob with him. Either you were with it 100%, or you weren't. This attitude is what caused Marco's name to be ringing negatively.

  Sin was pulling up at Terell and Cynthia's house on 98th, when he saw that Terell had his burnt orange convertible Corvette parked in the driveway. Sin got mad as hell. He had told Terell not to have that car parked there because it was too noticeable, and while they were at war with Bo and Max, he didn't need to be noticed, especially since Cynthia was pregnant.

  Terell had just beat Cynthia up a week prior, and Mario wanted to kill him. He didn't, on the strength of Sin, but let it be known that if it continued to happen, God wouldn't be able to save Terell.

  Sin got out of his new green CL600 and went to the door and knocked. Terell opened the door. The way he was acting made Sin's antenna go up. He looked behind him then came in and closed the door. "Man, I told you about parking your car over here. You want muthafuckas to run through here and whack you, Cynt, and the baby?" he asked.

  "Bro, muthafuckas ain't trying to see us. Them niggas will end up like that nigga, J.B.!" Terell said as he opened the closet and grabbed a duffel bag and tossed it to Sin.

  This nigga on something, Sin thought as he saw how Terell was acting.

  "I need 10 more keys of that cream, Sin," he said.

  Sin unzipped the bag, looked at the money, then turned and went to the door. He was mad enough to do harm to Terell so he just left. He pulled his Glock 40 out, eased the door open, and looked both ways before stepping out. Something wasn't right and Sin felt it. He pulled his phone out and called Malika.

  "Yes, baby?" she answered.

  "Meet me at Simone's. I need you to do something," he told her and hung up.

  As Sin pulled off, he stayed checking the mirrors. When he got to the top of the 98th Avenue hill and was about to hit Golf Links, he saw a blue Task Force car get on him. He changed direction, and instead of going to Simone's, which was on Golf Links, he turned into Knowland Park.

  The cop car hit its lights. Sin pulled over and took his gun out, put it in the console, reached over to the glove compartment and grabbed the registration. He looked through his side view mirror as the cop was getting out and saw that it was Anita.

  She walked up to the car looking pissed off. What's wrong with this bitch? Sin wondered.

  "Sin, you need to be at my house at 5:00 today," she ordered.

  "I don't need to be no goddamn where," Sin replied.

  "Sin, don't make me come to Dublin and fuck up your happy home. Be at my house at 5. I need to talk to you about some serious shit. Now let me see your license and registration so nobody thinks you working for the police," she said.

  Sin handed her his paperwork. She went back to her car and acted like she was running his information.

  Some girls drove by admiring Sin's Benz. He had it painted dark green with white leather interior, and it now sat on 20" chrome Ashanti's.

  Anita came back and gave him his stuff back.

  "Can I come over there and stand up in something?" he asked.

  "You can never stand up in me again," she said as she walked off shaking her ass.

  Sin pulled out of the park and saw Malika on her way to Simone's in the Navigator. He blew his horn and she pulled over. He pulled the bag out of the car and took it to her. "I'll be home about 9," he said and kissed her.

  He got back in his car and went to the freeway. He then went to Shaunté's and kicked it with his daughter until 4:30, then left to Anita's.

  Sin pulled up just as Anita did. He followed her into the house and pushed up on her butt.

  "Sin, take your hands off my ass!" she said and stepped away from him. "You know a nigga named Terell Hodges?" she asked.

  "Yeah, that's my young potna. We like brothers," he replied.

  "Well your brother's a hot ass rat! He got pulled over on a routine stop, and the officers found he was high off something. When they searched his car, they found 180,000 and two kilos of cocaine. As soon as he got to the station he was trying to make a deal. He said he worked for you and you bought your shit from a guy named Mario Perez. Then that little punk muthafucka said that you were fuckin' with some bitch that worked for the police department. He didn't know if it was the Oakland or Berkeley police department, but that's how you didn't have any dope on you when you got busted."

  This little hoe-caked muthafucka! I brought that nigga up from nothing. Muthafucka was homeless when I started fuckin' with him, and this is how he's going to repay me? I'm killing this nigga! Sin thought.

  Anita saw how Sin was looking and knew he was shocked. A person that he claimed as family went out like that.

  "Nita, don't worry about it, baby. I'll handle it," he said.

  "Sin, you better. This is my life this nigga playing with, as well as yours," she said with tears in her eyes.

  "I got it, mami. Don't trip. Baby, you ain't been nothing but good to me. You're a loyal muthafucka and I want to do something for you. I'm going to give you 100,000, baby," he said.

  "Yeah, right! Sin, just tell me why you did me like you did
."

  "Look, baby. I gave you a day to come visit for a reason. Sundays were somebody else's day," he said.

  "Did that someone bring her ass up to the jail house and give you some pussy and some weed? Did this someone risk her career by keeping you from possibly having drugs on you when you were being set up by a snitch?" she asked.

  "Look, Anita. If you didn't just cut me off, I would have been able to tell you that she was a friend of mine that drove all the way from Arizona to see me."

  "Sin, keep it 100 with me. Are you selling dope again?" she asked.

  Sin really didn't want to answer her. She was those people after all, but she had a soft spot for him. "Anita, I'm in this shit for six months, then I'm done. I got the opportunity to make a gang of loot and I can't pass that up," he said as he stepped into her comfort zone and kissed her cheek. "Change clothes and follow me somewhere."

  When Anita came out of her room, she was dressed in blue jeans, a white blouse, black leather boots, and a black leather coat. She put her Glock in her purse, grabbed her phone and umbrella, and they went out.

  "Meet me at 7-Eleven on 27th and Harrison," Sin said as he helped her into her car. He went to his car, got in, and pulled his two-way out and sent messages to Tayshaun, Hasahn, Amir, Shaqui, Marco, June Bug, Mario, Boss Mann, and Tariq. The message read:

  "There's a crack in the circle.

  Let's link up at my job.

  Sin 4 Life!"

  When Sin got to his apartment, he looked around before pulling into the underground parking area. When he got out of the car he cautiously walked to the elevator then decided on the stairs. He ran up the four flights to the fourth floor then went down the hall to number 405. He heard music coming from inside the apartment. He stuck his key in and turned the lock and tried to open the door. The chain was on so he knocked.

  "Who's there?" Simina asked.

  "Your dad," Sin said.

  Simina opened the door and Sin went in. On the dining room table were stacks of money.