by Lucinda John
The mayor, however, didn’t budge and decided that he wasn’t going to fund our operation. My father knew how big cracking a case like this was, so he allowed me to work it funding it on his own.
Lala sent me a text me back agreeing to my plans and informing that she would be driving her car. I was really hoping that she was going to allow me to come pick her up because I had some new bugs that the tech guy delivered to me that I wanted to plant in her house.
I needed to know the times and locations of the drop in order to bring her in custody. I had enough information on her to arrest her, but with the type of money she was bringing in she would be able to afford an attorney that could have the case thrown out. I needed something that was going to stick.
Wrapping up my paper work for the day, I headed over to my house. Even though I had a family house that I shared with Ashley, I decided to still keep my house and I was glad that I did. Browsing through the fridge, I searched for something that I could use to make a quick meal. Pulling out some chicken breast, I put them under hot, running water so that they could thaw out. I then grabbed a few packs of mash potatoes and a bag of green beans.
Preparing our meal, I put everything on low and headed towards the shower. My phone started ringing, and when I checked the screen, I saw it was Ashley, so I ignored her call and proceeded with getting ready. Thirty minutes later, I was refreshed and dressed to impress. The True Religion cargos and shirt that I wore were neatly pressed, and the fresh out of the box pair of J. Crew Boats that were on my feet matched my outfit perfectly.
Filling the vase with warm water, I dropped a crushed Tylenol pill, a trick I learned from my mother, in the water and placed the fresh roses that I brought in it. I then set the table for two adding two long candles in the middle of the table.
The scent of the rosemary-baked chicken breast took over the house as I placed them on a platter and sat it on the table. I warmed the rolls in the oven and grabbed the butter out of the fridge. I was putting the final touches on dinner when the doorbell rang.
“Hey you look nice.” I greeted Lala who was standing in front of me in a black mesh mini dress that displayed her every curve. My mouth began to water at the thought of tasting her juicy pussy again. Even if I had no intentions on being romantically involved with Lala, that didn’t mean I couldn’t have my cake and eat it too.
“Thanks, you smell delicious,” she winked and walked inside the house. As I was closing the door behind her, I could have sworn that I seen someone in a car in front of my house. Thinking it was paranoia, I shook it off and closed the door.
“What’s for dinner?” Lala asked and took off her coat, causing my jaw to drop.
“Rosemary-chicken breast, mashed potatoes, green beans, rolls, and you for dinner.”
“Sounds good.”
“Oh trust me it is.”
I pulled out her chair for her so that she could have a seat at the table. Pushing her chair in, I took a seat next to her. She must have been hungry because she bowed her head and immediately began eating the food. I poured her a glass of wine and poured myself a shot of Hennessy.
“Damn, you eating like you haven’t had anything to eat all day.”
“Sorry, I was really hungry.”
“No need to apologize, enjoy your food, there’s more than enough.”
I sat and admired her beauty as she ate. If we had met under different circumstances, I wouldn’t mind having her as my wife. Looking at her, I wondered how could someone so pretty, get caught up in something so ugly. I even started to feel a little bad for her being I was the one that was going to have her sitting in jail, but she should have known the consequences that came behind swimming with sharks.
“You ready for dessert?” she asked as I downed my cup of Hennessy. She poured her another one and gulped it down as well.
She stood and unzipped her dress allowing it to fall to the floor. My dick started to rise watching her step out of her thong. Only in a pair of heels, she seductively walked towards my bedroom. In a trance, I watched her ass jiggle with every step she took. If I hadn’t smacked and grabbed all on it, I would have thought that it was fake.
Walking to the cabinet, I grabbed a bottle of honey and whip cream. I could have sworn I saw some beams from a car shine through the window, but my dick was too hard and I wasn’t thinking straight. When I walked in, the room Lala was laying in the bed with her legs wide open. I could see the cum oozing out of her pussy hole. Shaking the can of whip cream, I sprayed it all over her womanhood and bent down and had desert.
Chapter 17
Stacks
“Sir, we are unable to authorize you entrance onto the premises with out permission from Lala.” I big, buff dude said as I tried to get inside my house.
“I know you don’t know who the fuck I am and you’re doing your job, but this is my fucking house! Somebody gonna let me in this bitch. Where is Lala?”
“She is not here?”
“Not here? Where the fuck she at?!” It was two in the fucking morning, wasn’t shit open this late, but legs, so where the fuck could Lala possibly be and most importantly where the fuck was my kids! I was two seconds away from fucking dude up until Ralph noticed the commotion and came over.
“Big D, this Stacks homie he own this house so let him in,” Ralph said.
“You sure?”
“Yes nigga let me the fuck in!” I yelled. He finally took heed to my warnings and opened up the entrance for me. I was surprised what Lala did to the house. She took the already big house I bought her and made it bigger.
“You good?” Ralph asked.
“Yeah, I’m straight good looking out.”
“Fo sho. I’m out.”
“Iight holla at ya’”
“No, doubt.”
I walked through the pitch-black house and felt like a fucking stranger in my own home. Since Lala wasn’t here to give me a tour, I decided to give myself one. I went through each room and was shocked that everything was pretty much the same, except the nursery was extended, one side was decorated in Mickey Mouse and the other side with Minnie Mouse. I sat in my kids’ room and went through their things. Lala was definitely doing her thing with them because all of their things was on point and up to date. I definitely had me some mini bosses on my hand.
I picked up a picture of them and smiled. My babies were so damn cute. Amire looked just like me, and Amircale was a spitting image of her mother. Picking up their baby book, I looked through the pages of events that I missed. I couldn’t believe that I missed seven months of my kids’ life, but now that I was home, I was going to make up for all that lost time.
My office pretty much looked the same except for the add on. I thought it was really cute how Lala added her things, instead of getting rid of mine. My man cave looked the same way I left it, bottle of Jack Daniels on the counter and all, it was as if in some weird way Lala knew I was going to return home.
I walked in our bedroom and everything again was pretty much the same. My clothes were still in my closet, which meant she ain’t have no nigga in my house. Grabbing a pair of PJ bottoms, I laid it out on the bed with a pair of boxers and went to go take a nice, hot shower.
On a perfect day
I know that I can count on you
When that’s not possible
Tell me can you weather the storm
‘cause I need somebody who will stand by me
Through the good times and bad times
She will always, always be right there
Chorus:
Sunny days
Everybody loves them
Tell me
Can you stand the rain
Storms will come
This we know for sure
Can you stand the rain
I was singing a cappella to Boy II Men’s Can You Stand The Rain, soaping up my body with the Irish Spring soap when I felt cold steel at the back of my head. Slowly turning around, Lala was standing there pointing a gun at me assuming t
hat I was an intruder. She looked as if she had just been fucked and it caused my heart to drop.
Her hair was all over her head. Her dress wasn’t fully zipped and through the sheer of the mesh I could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“What the fuck,” she cried as she looked me in the eyes while still holding the gun.
“It’s me baby, put the gun down.”
“No, it can’t be! I prepared your burial, I was there when they buried you!”
“Did you see my body.”
“No but y-”
“Then it wasn’t me.”
She then clicked the gun and pointed it at me again.
“So, if you wasn’t dead where the fuck were you?” she asked with so much pain in her eyes.
“With Amanda,” I answered. Her trigger finger started to shake and she was inches from pulling the trigger. “She kidnapped me.”
“She kidnapped you?”
“Yes, while I was in a coma she staged the scene to make it look like the ambulance blew up, but she had me all along.”
“That little bitch. I’mma kill her ass.”
“I already handled that.”
“Oh, my God, is it really you?”
“In the flesh baby.”
I grabbed the gun from her hand, put the safety back on it and slid it across the bathroom floor. She jumped in my arms fully clothed with her arms wrapped around my neck. I could smell the nigga she was with all over her, so I put her down and undressed her. Throwing her dress on the ground, I made a mental note to burn it. Taking her sponge, I poured some of her body wash on it before lathering her body. I was not about to be hugged up on my bitch with her smelling like another nigga.
Once I noticed her tattoo of my name, I stopped and lifted her leg so that I could get a better look at it. When I was done washing her up, I grabbed the shampoo, poured some in my hand, and began washing her hair. The whole time she just stood there crying. I could see the guilt that was written all over her face. I didn’t blame her for any of her actions, I was technically dead and she was free to do whatever she pleased.
“Where are my kids?” I asked breaking the silence
“In Orlando with Anna.”
“Why are they in Orlando and who the fuck is Anna?”
“Anna is the nanny I hired to help me with them and they went on vacation.”
“You needed help raising my kids?”
“Yes Stacks, raising twins alone and trying to work isn’t easy.”
“When are they coming home?”
“In a few days.”
“Lala, let me ask you something,” I said rinsing the shampoo out of her hair and grabbing the conditioner.
“What type of work do you do?”
“I own three clinics.”
“How did you come up with the funds for your clinics.”
“You left me enough money.”
I was hoping that she was going to open up and tell me about her now running the cartel. If she wasn’t ready to tell me then I wasn’t going to beat it out of her. Although I had my job back, I was willing to still have her on my team as my partner. She was very good with flipping weight and making it worth more than it actually was.
I needed muscle like her on my team. After talking to Carla, I was able to get her to see things my way. I worked out a deal that her, her father, and my father was both happy with. No matter how tough or smart Lala thought she was, a war with the Lopez’s was something we couldn’t afford.
After making sure all traces of that nigga she was with were gone, I lifted her up against the wall and covered her mouth with mine.
“Mmmmmm,” she moaned and I bit down gently and sucked on her tongue.
I made sure that the water from the shower was falling directly on us as I rammed my dick in her and began to fuck her.
“Oh gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawd,” she squealed with her eyes closed shut as I continued to hammer my dick in her pussy. I was putting a hurting on it in such a pleasurable way. I was going to fuck her until she tapped out, while teaching her a lesson for giving my pussy away.
“I’m about to nnnnnnnnnnut! Damn!” she called out squirting her warm juices all over me.
I was only in her for about a minute and she was creaming all over my dick. That only let me know that nigga she was fucking couldn’t fuck her like I could. I flipped her over, raised one of her legs on the shower knobs, and entered her from the back using excessive force. I pinched her nipples and began twirling them between my fingers. Before I could ever reach over and play with her clit, she was nutting on my dick again.
Throwing her over my shoulders like a rag doll, I turned off the water and threw her on the bed. Drying her pussy with the towel, I knelt down in front of her and ate her out. It had been a while since I ate pussy and I was starving for that shit.
Spreading her lips, I started giving her nice, long licks, using the thickness of my tongue to apply pressure on her clit. It began to swell, so I wrapped my lips around it, and sucked it. She was on the verge of cumming again, but I flipped her over and began eating her from the back, sticking one of my fingers in her ass hole.
“Oh shit!” she cried as I bit down hard on her clit causing her to shiver “Please Stacks make me cum,” she begged. I wasn’t done with her yet. I still had plans on teasing her and making her beg me for mercy.
“Pleeeeeease!” She pleaded for me to bring her to that peak, but all I did was let it build up and stop. She was squirming in my mouth trying to get some friction applied to her clit, so that she could get her rocks off. I wasn’t having that, she was on my time. I slowly licked and sucked on her pearl, stopping whenever I felt her near an orgasm.
“I swear if you don’t make me nut now I’mma blow your fucking head off!” she snapped becoming tired of my games.
“You want to nut?”
“Yessss please.”
I licked on her pussy faster, and sucked on it harder. Using my fingers, I shoved them in her wet slippery mound as my tongue played with her love button. I felt a gush of liquid fill my mouth and I sucked it all up, drinking every drop. She was breathing as if she just got done running a marathon, but I wasn’t done with her yet, I still had to get mine off.
I locked each of her legs in the crook of my arms and pushed the back until they were touching the headboard. I positioned my dick in her hole and began deep stroking her. Loving the way her nut was coating my dick. I would go deep and pull it all the way out. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I bent down and whispered in her ears.
“Never give my pussy away, especially to a nigga that can’t hit it the way daddy can.”
With that said, I fucked her until she went crazy. I had to check her pulse a few just to make sure she was still breathing. She tapped out after her ninth nut, but I wasn’t stopping until her nut count was in double digits. She was weak and I could feel her legs turn into noodles, but her pussy kept talking to me. I finally decided that she had enough. I stroked her nice and slow until we both climaxed.
“I love you, Lala,” I said cuddling up with her.
“I love you, too,” she faintly answered before she was out for the count. Daddy was home now!!
Chapter 18
Lala
When I came home from my date with Joey and heard sounds coming from my bathroom, I was ready to kill me a bitch. The closer I got to the bathroom, the more I thought I was going crazy. My heart was telling me that it was Stacks’ voice in the Singing Boys II Men, but my mind told me it couldn’t be because he was dead.
I had my gun to his head and ready to shoot the intruder’s ass until I saw the tattoo on his back. My heart began beating fast and I felt my knees getting weak. When he turned around, I thought I had officially lost my mind and that it was time to check myself into the Henderson Psych Ward.
Hearing his voice, feeling his body next to mine, feeling his lips covering mine felt so surreal. I was finally in the arms of my man again and it felt so good. When he began to wash me
off, I could tell that he realized that I was with another man. The way he looked at me with hurt in his eyes made me feel like shit. I had to remind myself that I did nothing wrong, that he was supposed to be dead, and it was okay for me to move on.
Watching him sleep, I didn’t want to leave, but I had to. I knew with Stacks back now that he was going to be taking over, but until then, I still had my duties to fulfill. I tried to stand up, but my legs were so sore that it felt like I was going to fall on my face.
Last night Stacks definitely put a hurting on my kitty and left his mark. On my third attempt of getting out of bed, I was finally successful. I slowly moved around the room trying to get ready. I wanted to avoid waking him up and going through another line of questioning. I picked up a pen and left him a nice note, before heading down to my woman cave to shower up and get ready.
Dressed in a pair of pink and black graffiti jogging pants, a black crop top, my black Gucci heel boots, with my matching Gucci black leather jacket I was ready to hit the rode. Today was shipment day and I made it my business to be there on time. I wanted to see the product with my own eyes just to make sure I was getting my money’s worth. I decided today I was going to ride my 2015 custom made princess hot pink and black Suzuki GSX 600 bike. Grabbing my helmet, I pulled my hair into a low ponytail then pulled it over my face. I started my bike and the guards opened the gates to let me out.
Bitches ain’t shit, and they ain’t sayin’ nuthin’
A hundred muthafuckas can’t tell me nuthin’
I beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap
I jammed Nicki Minaj’s Beez In The Trap as I zoomed in and out of traffic. I made it to the port in twenty minutes flat. Parking my bike, I punched in the code to the meat packaging warehouse and waited. The shipment wasn’t schedule to get here for another fifteen minutes, but I always liked to be at my location early, something I picked up from Stacks.