“I’ll do that.”
The Realtor Karin picked up Markeeta and they headed over to the hotel to pick up Shan. “Markeeta, I should have let you hook me up with your cousin Briggen when you tried to. This nigga is getting ready to put this broad out in Bloomfield. Swan Lake at that.” Karin shook her head in disbelief.
“Bitch, stop being so fuckin’ greedy, ain’t you fuckin’ her brother? I thought you was trickin’ with him?” When she didn’t respond, Keeta snapped, “Well are you?”
“Trick?” Karin looked at Keeta as if she were crazy. “Please, you could never associate that with me,” Karin snapped back.
“Umm-hmm, you gettin’ ready to work that nigga.” Keeta giggled.
“Do you think Shan is workin’ your cousin Briggen?”
“Hell naw! Brig got about four bitches that he’s workin’. She don’t know it yet but she gettin’ ready to help run the hair salon.”
“Shit, I can’t tell. He gettin’ ready to move that ho into a 350,000-dollar condo. She look like she gonna be livin’ lovely to me,” Karin stated, not able to hide her jealousy.
“Believe me, that 350,000-dollar condo only means that she gettin’ ready to help him make double that. My cuz is all about his paper.”
“I see.” Karin was still like, Damn. This bitch is about to live real lovely. I need to be in on that.
“Boy, where the hell you been at? I’ve been trying to reach you.” Shan spoke as if she were Peanut’s mother.
“I just called you. Where the hell have you been?” Peanut asked his baby sister.
“I went to look at my new residence. Karin brought the keys over earlier. I am so excited. And oh, she asked about you.”
“I’m sure she did,” he stated with arrogance.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I told you about stayin’ out of grown folks’ business.”
“Whatever, boy.”
“Now can you tell me when is it that you are planning to move into this house?”
“By the end of the week. I’m not moving into that big-ass house until the lights, gas, phone and cable is on. Plus, I gotta get some furniture,” she rattled off. When Peanut didn’t respond she asked, “You got something to say?”
“This cat you movin’ in with, I haven’t even met him. You puttin’ a lot of trust in this nigga. What happens if one day he wakes up and decides that he’s tired of you? Then what? Technically it is his house.”
“I know that, Peanut. I still have my forty-five-hundred-dollar check that my job gave me for relocating. I do have a job and I do have a big brother. So technically I’m just enjoying the ride. He’ll be back and forth so it’s like I’m house-sitting and living for free. I’m not stupid, Peanut.” He was making Shan feel like a teenage girl moving out on her own for the very first time.
“I didn’t say you were. I just wanted to make sure you had a plan as well as a backup plan. When do you start work?”
“Next week I start orientation. That gives me a little time to get situated in the new house and learn my way around town.”
“How do you like the D?”
“I don’t know yet. The only thing I do know is I like my new house. How soon are you coming back to spend the night with me? And where are you?”
“I’ll probably be there sooner than you think. Keke got killed.”
“What?” Shan shrieked.
“She got shot. And the crazy thing is, the bullets were meant for me.”
“What? Oh my God . . . Peanut. When? How? Why didn’t you tell me?” She fired off the questions, not wanting to believe what she was hearing.
“Last Tuesday. I went over there just to look that bitch in the face. I was on some GP shit. When I got there she had my shit all packed up. I had to remind her that it was my crib and told her to pack her shit and get the fuck out. When I left, she was following me talking shit. We were barely off the porch. That’s when they rolled up and got the shots off. The po-po is on my ass so I have been layin’ low.”
“Where are you now?”
“I’m over a friend’s house.”
“My house is your house . . . so come whenever you’re ready. I’ma hook you up a room.”
Peanut smiled. “I’ll be up there. I got to see a few more people first.”
“I hope it ain’t no more of your ex-chicks. I told you to chalk them up as an L, boy.”
“Listen to you. Trying to tell a grown man what to do.” He chuckled to himself. “And for your info I already went to pay Prissy and CoCo a visit, and guess what?”
“What?” Beep.
“Let me take this call, baby sis. I’ll call you back later on.”
“I want to continue this conversation. But in the meantime, I’m sorry about Keke. Be safe and I love you.”
“Love you too.” He checked the caller ID and saw that it was Nyla and smiled. He clicked over. “What up? You aiight?”
“What’s up with you? What you gettin’ ready to get into?” she asked seductively.
Peanut perked up at the words get into. “What you want to get into?”
“You want to come over a little later?”
“I can make that happen. I need to tie up a few things. I’ll swing through around ten. I’ll call when I’m on my way.”
“Bye.” Nyla exhaled after she hung up the phone.
Lisha looked at her and shook her head in disbelief. “So you going all out now, huh? You gettin’ ready to give up the goodies and everything. I’m in shock. I know Mr. Forever is turning over in his grave.”
“Bitch, turning over in his grave? He ain’t dead.”
“You killed his spirit. Trust me, the nigga is dead.”
“Lisha, stop it please. You are beginning to scare me.”
“All right, all right. I’ma stop making you feel guilty.”
“I need you to help me plan something nice. I haven’t done this in a very long time.”
“Oh my God! You’re gonna fuck him in Forever’s bed?”
“Bitch, this is my bed; it’s been my bed for the last six years.”
Lisha twisted her mouth up. She honestly didn’t know how to deal with her sister on this level. She had always admired and respected her trueness and dedication to Forever throughout his bid.
“Sis, bear with me here. I gots to get used to seeing you like this,” Lisha explained.
“Trick, are you gonna help me or what? Shit, I’m nervous and this shit is new to me as well. But hey, this is the choice that I’ve decided to make. And I’m feelin’ this nigga. And I’m going for it, with or without your approval.”
Lisha ran her hands over her face. “Okay.” She looked her sister over. “Let’s do it.”
They spent the next few hours selecting the music, fixing dinner and getting the candles, bubble bath and bedroom nice and sexy. They saved her selection of negligees for last.
Nyla had just released the drain in the tub when the phone rang. She snatched a towel off the rack and shot out of the bathroom. She slapped the speaker button. “Hello.”
“Yo, it’s me. I’m pullin’ in your driveway.”
“What?” She glanced at the clock. “It’s only nine-thirty. You’re early.”
Peanut found that funny. “What, you want me to go and ride around for a half hour and come back?” He chuckled. “Girl, open the door.” She heard the engine turn off. And he hung up.
She ran and peeked out of the window. There he was walking up the driveway, carrying a shopping bag and some roses.
Ding, dong.
She took a deep breath, tied the towel firmly across her chest and went to open the door.
“I thought you—” Peanut smirked.
“Mmm-hmm, you thought wrong. I just got out of the tub. That’s why I said you were early.”
Peanut gave her a sly grin. “That’s cool. Where’s your daughter? I brought her something, and these are for you.” He handed her the roses and the shopping bag.
“Tameera
h is next door at my neighbor’s. Thank you for the roses.” She peeked inside the shopping bag and set it on the table. He followed her into the kitchen, and was right on her heels. She inhaled his cologne as she pulled out the bottles of Alizé, Patrón, and Grey Goose vodka.
“All righty then!” He smiled at the sight of the Goose. And not one to be outdone, he dug into the shopping bag and pulled out a big box of chocolates, a medium-sized teddy bear for Nyla, and small box of chocolates and a miniature teddy bear for Tameerah.
“Aww.” She sighed. “How cute. Here, make yourself comfortable and useful. Put these on ice while I rewind and get ready for our night. You threw it off, Peanut.”
“You already look ready for the kind of night I got in mind.” He leaned over and kissed her lips, wasting no time. She greedily sucked on his tongue, which tasted like an Altoid. She felt his hand ease to her waist and glide around to her ass. He pulled her close enough to feel his hard-on and she let out a sexy sigh.
“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered.
“Mmm-hmm,” she purred not turning his lips or tongue loose.
He eased his hand between her thighs. “I bet you are nice and tight.” He slid a finger up inside her, and yes, it was tight, and caused his erection to grow harder. “Your lips . . .” he mumbled, “are so soft . . . so sweet.” He ran two fingers over her clit and felt her fingers dig into his back. “I bet these lips are soft and sweet as well.”
“Ooooh,” she purred.
He kept playing with her clit as his lips slid over to her ear. “When was the last time you had some dick? When is the last time you been fucked in a bed? You deserve this, Nyla, don’t you?” He stuck two fingers inside her warmth. “Don’t hold back, baby,” he whispered as he continued to put her at ease. “This is your night. You wanted this . . . hell, you needed this and Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you.” He felt a tremor run through her as she began grinding on his fingers. He loosened the towel and it fell to the floor. His hand moved across her cheek, down her chin to her shoulder and then his hot mouth went to her breast.
“Peanut,” she gritted, “oh . . .”
He swooped her up and she fell into his embrace and melted.
“Where is the bedroom?”
“Just go,” the words softly escaped her throat. She was ready to fuck.
He carried her up the stairs and went right to her bedroom. She pushed the door open and he laid her down on the bed. She immediately sat up and began unbuckling his pants as he took off his jacket and T-shirt.
She lay back and grabbed the Magnum from under her pillow as he continued to get naked. She opened it with her teeth, not taking her eyes off his big, thick-ass johnson.
He saw her eyes stretch and smirked. “You knew it was big but not this big, right?”
“Don’t talk shit until you show me that you can work it,” she teased as she rolled the condom on. She was on her knees at the edge of the bed.
He leaned forward to kiss her again, hands framing her face. Her mouth opened for him as she hungrily devoured him while her fingers slid up and down his massive thighs and over his strong, firm ass. She was on fire and soaking wet as she broke the kiss and lay on her back and spread her legs sexily.
Peanut licked his lips as he crawled in between her pretty brown thighs.
“No,” she pleaded, “I want you inside me right now.”
He kissed her belly button and ran his tongue around it. “Peanut . . . please. Fuck m-me.”
She felt his hot breath on her stomach as his mouth found her breasts and sucked them both, his teeth nibbling and tugging on her nipples. He felt her feet glide up and down his thighs as she raised her ass. He grabbed her hips as her small hand wrapped around his dick and put it to her opening.
Peanut thrust hard as if he was going to ram all ten inches in but instead only gave her a measly inch. “Oh, Gooood,” she groaned. Her slick cream oozed from her sweltering pussy as she tried to get more of his dick. “Pea—”
He put another inch in and her hips started grinding, around and around. “Ssssss, ooooh yeah.” She was getting her fuck on with just two inches. He gave her another one and she started grinding faster. She grabbed his ass cheeks and tried to pull him all the way into her but he once again gave her only an inch at a time. “Give it to me,” she begged, “I need this.”
She shrieked when she felt all of him as he held it in deep.
“You want me to fuck you? Fuck this tight pussy?” She nodded her head yes. “Like this?” He began a stroking, pounding rhythm. In and out, in, out. “Like this?”
“Y-yess.” She was writhing underneath him, lifting her hips, trying to make sure she was getting all ten inches.
“Oh, baby. I knew this pussy was going to be tight and good,” he whispered in her ear, not skipping a stroke. He was digging around in her thick hot juicy pussy, which was now contracting around his dick. Fuck.
Her pussy muscles clamped down on his dick as she screamed, “I’m cumming,” causing him to drive faster and deeper, feeling as if he were losing his mind. The pussy was so hot, tight, juicy and good. He soon lost control, his body stiffening, and he began shooting full force into the Magnum.
“Oh shit,” she gasped, trying to catch her breath. “I gotta have more. I gotta have more.” She trembled beneath him.
Peanut’s face was buried into the pillow. “Give me a minute.” He was trying to catch his breath.
She pushed him over and pulled the condom off and got into position for a sixty-nine.
Ding, dong. Ding, dong.
“What?” Nyla asked in disbelief.
“Who are you expectin’?” Peanut was still out of breath.
“Nobody.” She got up and snatched her robe and put it on. “I’ll be right back.”
Peanut eased up and reached for his jacket. He put his gat on the bed, threw on his boxers and went to the top of the stairs.
“Who is it?” Nyla hollered.
“It’s me. Diane.”
Nyla unlocked the door and Diane was standing there with Tameerah. “Nyla, girl, I gotta get Tracey to the ER. She broke out into what looks to be hives. Her tongue is swollen. I don’t know what the hell is going on. I’m sorry, girl. I’ll call you when I get back.”
“It’s okay. I hope she’ll be okay.”
“Me too. I gotta run.”
“Mommy, I’m hungry. Can I eat a TV dinner and watch TV in your room? And can I sleep with you tonight?” Tameerah ran past Nyla, heading straight for her mother’s bedroom.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Zeke stood outside Lieutenant Scott’s door waiting to go in. He had been in the hole for almost two weeks, all burned up and shit with hardly any medical attention. Forever had gotten his ass real good with the iron. But Zeke had known that at some point there would be confrontation and was glad to get it over. He just didn’t think he would be the one to initiate it. Zeke knew that all good things must eventually come to an end. Shit, he wasn’t stupid. Forever was family, so niggas were already yappin’ about he was going against tha grain in gettin’ that money. Yeah, blood is thicker than water, but if ya gonna stay in the race you need water to survive. So Zeke took advantage of business while the gettin’ was good. Fuck the iron burns, they would heal up. He was still the man and still on top. Zeke had heard Forever was in for a transfer so he wasn’t gonna trip about bumpin’ heads with him again on a combat level.
Zeke was running all of this through his mind while spittin’ the lyrics from Young Jeezy’s “I Luv It.” “I count hundreds on the table, twenties on the floor, fresh outta work,” but he switched the words at the end saying, “I’ma go to the lieutenant’s office and call my people for some more, and I luv it!” He had to laugh to himself as he dusted the dust off his shoulder and kept it movin’.
The door to Lieutenant Scott’s office opened up and Scott’s main flunky and partner in crime, Lieutenant Marion, stuck his head out.
“C’mon in, homey.” He waved Zek
e in. Lieutenant Marion was six feet six inches and skinny as a rail. Zeke suspected that he was smoking but wasn’t positive. He was dark-skinned with big eyes and had an unmistakable gapped smile. Zeke followed him into the lieutenant’s office and was surprised to see that they didn’t have Forever in there. Lieutenant Scott knew that they were a team but Zeke knew that Scott always indicated that he would roll exclusively with Zeke and he was ready to wheel and deal. Lieutenant Scott would soon be working for him, if things went his way.
“Have a seat.” Lieutenant Scott pointed to the chair next to Lieutenant Marion. Lieutenant Scott was a short brown-skinned brother with wavy hair, light brown eyes and baby-smooth skin. The ladies and the punks loved him. “Man, you put me in a very compromising position.” He was leaning back in his chair, vigorously rolling a pen between his palms while staring at Zeke. Zeke glanced over at Lieutenant Marion. “You can talk in front of him,” Scott assured him.
“Compromising? Man, you run this shit, so stop playin’. Ain’t nothing compromising to you, so cut the bullshit and go ahead and say what’s on your mind.” Zeke leaned forward, anxious to hear what Scott was going to propose.
“I’ma leave the decision-making to you. Shit, I’ve come to the conclusion that we need each other. We all gots to eat. And now since this shit happened, more mouths are open, so you need to consider opening your pockets a little wider.”
“How wide you talkin’?”
“Sixty-forty.”
“Sixty-forty!” Zeke leaned back into his chair, not taking his eyes off Scott. He, Forever and Scott had all gone to school together. “Is this after profits or before?” Zeke smirked. “Nigga, you think I’ma ho-type nigga? I know y’all didn’t take this bullshit offer to Forever, did you?”
“Yeah, we did, but he got to talking crazy so now you’re sitting here.”
“Sixty-forty, Scott? You fuckin’ me with no Vaseline, nigga. I’m the one with the fuckin’ connect and I’m the one doing all the work. I see why Forever ain’t go for this bullshit. Y’all muhfuckas just got mad greedy.”
“Greedy?” Marion interjected but shut up when Scott held up his hand.
“Zeke, man, you may have hooked up the business and got the connect, but we taking the most risk.” He paused to let his words sink in. “You’re not looking at the big picture. Let’s say that we can do business and we get Forever out of here and any other competition off the compound . . . this will be all yours, baby boy.”
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