Once inside the Cheesecake Factory, they were seated. Trina had a beautiful smile painted on her face, looking across to the guy she was in love with. Bam was looking at the menu as the waiter approached, placing two wine glasses on the table and a card. Trina eyed the card, but said nothing while Bam ordered their food.
“Daddy, I’m loving this. I’m loving you.” She couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Yo, I’m glad you are, ma.” Bam picked the card up. “I got some major plans for you, baby girl.”
“Really?” Trina gave him a devilish look. Her pussy automatically started getting moist as thoughts of them fucking ran through her mind.
“Get your mind out the gutter, shorty. I’m talking about some money, baby. Yo, it will be plenty fucking later. Right now, ma, we gots to build a foundation that nobody can break up and knock down,” Bam said, then opened the card. It was a card key and instructions on a sticky note. He pushed it across the table toward her. Trina’s eyes went down to the small writing. She read the note, then looked back across to Bam.
“I’m with you, Daddy,” was the only thing she said, taking the card key as Bam kept the note. He ripped it at the table.
“That’s what I need to know, shorty. That’s love.”
Shortly after they talked, their food arrived, and neither Bam nor Trina played with the plates.
They left the restaurant and hit the World Bar for a few more drinks. It wasn’t that packed, so they sat at the bar and ordered shots. On the third round, Trina had gotten loose and started to dance in her seat.
“Daddy, come cut one wit’ me.” She stood from her seat, ready to dance.
“I’m good, shorty.” Bam balled his face up.
“Please, Daddy,” Trina begged, but Bam wasn’t moved at all.
“No, baby girl. I’m not the dancing type. Now, you can go out there and stunt if you choose. You know I’m right here and won’t nobody fuck with you, ma,” Bam assured her.
“Ok, but still, I want to dance with you, though.” Trina tried desperately to convince him, but Bam was a killer, not no dancer. He sold drugs for a living, not for nothing else.
“What’d I say, shorty?” Bam’s voice became serious, which made Trina straightened up.
“Ok, Daddy, then just watch me put on for you.” She walked to the dance floor, then looked over her shoulder to see if Bam was watching. She noticed his eyes were glued to her, so she blew him a kiss and dropped her fat booty to the floor, then brought it up, making it clap, stealing almost everyone’s attention in the bar. Bam just smiled at her while downing another shot.
He looked at his phone and saw Monkey and Step hadn’t called to confirm they received the hundred pounds he sent, nor had he gotten a call about progress on Gangsta or his family.
Trina put both her hands on her knees and bounced her ass so hard her Gucci dress rolled up to her back. Guys started to migrate over that weren’t already there. It was like all niggas when they had liquor in them — they lost all control. One dude with dreads stepped out of the circle that formed around her. He reached out and grabbed a handful of booty. He squeezed it, making Trina stop dancing. She spun around on him, looked him up and down before walking up on him. Grabbing a handful of dick and balls, she squeezed with all her might, making the dude double over in pain. He somehow pushed out of her grip and slapped the taste out of her mouth.
“Bitch—”
“Yo, son.” Bam was on his feet in no time. The dude spun around to a fist and two bows to the face. “Nigga, is you nuts?” Bam said, taking a step back to allow the dude to get right, but to no avail. He could not get his feet to work together. The crowd moved back with a lot of mumbles as security approached, walking up on Bam.
“Calm down, sir.” One of the bouncers held his hand out. By then two of Bam’s bodyguards walked up on security, stepping in their path. Trina was cranked now and already was half drunk. She started charging at the already dazed dude, but Bam held her with one arm while speaking to security.
“Yo, look, I’m the oppressed. I don’t have the problem. Son do.” Then Bam pointed to the guy he dropped.
“That motherfucker grabbed my pussy and would not let my shit go,” Trina lied, but the way she was acting, everybody in the bar believed her, even the ones who saw the whole thing.
“Ok, cool. Uh, take your girl and y’all just dip,” the security guard said, looking at Trina.
The other guard stepped in. “Or you can press charges, but buddy here might go to jail then.” He pointed to Bam, then to the dude, raising his eyebrow. Bam and Trina quickly got the picture and they eased up out of the establishment
“Daddy, get me the fuck out of Buckhead.” Trina slammed the Benz’s door.
Bam looked at her like she was stupid before he replied, “Yo, calm down, shorty. Dead that shit, ma. See, you need to learn how to control your temper in order to run shit. You will be seeing these same people daily while I’m away, and I do not need for these folks to see you the wrong way.”
“I’m just saying, Daddy, didn’t you see this nigga trying me like I’m some action or something? Fuck I look like?”
“Yo, but that shit over, ma. But yo’ emotions still out of sync. You got to learn control, baby. I need you to.”
“You right, Daddy.” Trina was still hot and he knew it. She was young, but she was ready, and that was something he liked. She was pure gangsta at heart. He just needed her to find the control button.
The Benz pulled up to some of the most expensive condos in Buckhead, which caught her attention. Bam led the way through the lobby to the elevator.
He held Trina from behind and whispered in her ear, “I love you, ma, just know that. See, baby, I’m about to put the world at your feet, but you got to help me help you by toning down that fire in your heart. There’s a time and place for violence, ma. Once you get this in you, then you helping me.”
He turned her around in his arms as the elevator doors opened. He softly kissed her lips, and she kissed him back. When they got to the door, Bam told her to use the card key. Entering the condo, Trina lost her breath when she saw how lavishly it was laid out.
“This you, shorty. Since you ‘bout to oversee Georgia, I want you to do it in style. It would’ve been a house, but you just twenty-four, and the Feds is lurking. They will be at your doorstep fast, but this low key, ma.”
“Daddy, I love it!” The excitement was in her every word as she walked around the entire condo.
Bam told his bodyguards that he and Trina were good, giving them the remainder of the day off. When Trina made it back up front, they were gone and Bam was on the futon, rolling a blunt to smoke.
“Daddy, you the shit,” she said.
“Oh yeah?”
“Daddy, yes!”
Bam lit the blunt up, then leaned back. He hit it two hard times and blew smoke toward her.
“So, you appreciate this?” Bam waved his hands.
“Everything you ever did for me I appreciate.” Trina meant those words.
“Show me how much, ma. Come show me how much.”
Trina smiled and led Bam to the bed by one hand. She turned him around and softly pushed his chest. Bam sat back on the edge of the bed, blunt between his fingers, with a smirk on his face. Trina stripped out of her Gucci and stood before him naked. She had a banging body with almost perfect breasts. With his free hand, Bam ran a trail from her chest down to her shaved pussy with a butterfly piercing in its lips. Bam hit the blunt again, then kissed her stomach before standing to his feet. Trina pulled his shirt over his head, then unfasten the Gucci belt holding his pants up. She unbuttoned his jeans and reached into his boxer shorts, pulling his hardness out. Trina kissed his chest, his stomach, his hipbone, and finally his dick, up and down it. Bam sat back down and enjoyed the pleasure Trina delivered as she sucked him good and slow, also taking his balls into her mouth.
“Let me feel that throat, ma,” Bam urged her on, and she complied with a moan. Trina looked at
his facial expression to see if she was doing a good job, and by the way his eyes were shut tight, she knew her oral skills were working. Trina let Bam slide in and out of her throat, almost making her gag, but somehow she managed to control it and allowed Bam to cum in her mouth. Not missing a drop of him, Trina happily swallowed his sperm. With his dick still hard as ever, Bam entered her with two long strokes and a deep push inside her warm, wet pussy. Trina opened her legs wide and wrapped her arms around his neck as he went to work on her insides.
***
Monkey
“You what?” Pam was caught off guard with his statement. Wasn’t no way in God’s green earth she heard him correctly. Her ears had to be playing tricks on her. “What did you say?” She had to hear him again. This couldn’t be true.
Monkey gripped the wheel, then let it go and slapped his palm down on it hard, making Pam think he was about to push the steering wheel in. “I fuck ‘round and had to take bruh out. He was doing too much, Pam, for real. This nigga Bam had him brainwashed. He wasn’t the same Step we knew. He was ‘bout to bring us down, real talk. He was ‘bout to get us killed or locked up, so I took him out.” It was hard for Monkey to admit, but he did, and telling the truth sounded and felt better. But it bothered him to kill his friend. It wasn’t the normal shit they did in the hood. It was an act of disloyalty to take a partna’s life, or any life of them that trusted the killer.
“Damn, Monkey. What the fuck, man? What the hell happened?” Pam wanted to know.
“Man, Step was running behind this nigga Gangsta, trying to knock him off instead of getting to the money. He claimed to want a better position fuckin’ with our new connect, and killing this dude Gangsta was the key.” Monkey was furious.
“And what’s wrong with that? Isn’t this what y’all wanted?” Pam asked. Monkey shook his head.
“It’s a long story. Let’s just say the connect is a snake, plus Gangsta promised us better deals, better dope. The thing is we don’t know Gangsta, and we hardly know Bam, but this nigga ain’t right. The true question is do this nigga Gangsta got the product he boast to have? It’s like this,” Monkey paused, then continued. “Bam wants him dead, and Gangsta wants the same, and we caught up in the middle of this shit. I did what’s best — at least that’s what I thought.”
“So what’s the plan?” replied Pam. Monkey thought about it for a second. He looked out to the road.
“The plan is to side with Gangsta and turn this nigga Bam over to Gangsta the nasty way. We got to find him fast, though, before word get out that Step is dead. I’ma keep the whole hundred pounds. I’m not giving this sucka a penny, so with him dead, I don’t got to duck and hide,” Monkey replied
“Just call the nigga Gangsta then,” said Pam.
“He never gave me or step his info. He was too paranoid, but I know some personal people who know of him and his most trusted hang out. I was thinking about riding through to see if I could bump heads with one of the people I know.”
Monkey lit up a cigarette. His nerves were becoming very bad. Time wasn’t on his side. He didn’t really wanna be doing this. He’d much rather be getting to the paperwork, but Step fucked everything up, going at the entire situation wrong. And to make matters worse, he showed no type of sympathy when Jay got killed, so it made him question their trust.
“Well, let’s get over there. You know I’m with you and all, but man, Step was family, like a brother. All of us is like family. I know how he could get self-centered at times. I’m just in a state of shock right now, that’s all, but I’m with you, Monkey.” Pam also lit up a cigarette, pulling and inhaling hard.
Chapter 10
Gangsta
He was so glad to make it back to Atlanta without any problems. Loco was there when they arrived with a bright smile on his face.
“Way!”
“What’s up, way?” Gangsta smiled also, then gave him some dap.
“Glad to see you back. How you feel?” They shook hands.
“I feel the same, my friend. I will only feel better when Bam’s head explodes from his shoulders. I’ma keep it real with you too, way. I can’t kill no kids. Yeah, maybe before now, but man my son been shot. I just can’t do that. I spared the kids though, way, but they was asleep,” Gangsta lied.
Longo jumped to his feet. “So you lied to me, amigo.”
“No. I told you no witnesses ‘cause I knew the kids was asleep. They tiny babies, like my son, way. I couldn’t.” Gangsta looked at Loco, hoping he understood where he was coming from.
“But yo’ son got shot, right? The shit would have hurt the nigga if you played eye-for-an-eye, my friend,” Longo said, walking up and clearly mad that Gangsta lied to him.
“I’m asking God to spare my son. Fuck I look like killing two kids, way? This gon’ hurt him right here.” Gangsta pulled Bam’s babymama’s phone out and showed Loco the picture, then he sent it to Bam. He passed it to Longo, who passed it to Jeter.
“I fully understand my friend,” Loco said as Melody walked into the living room. She waved at Gangsta, glad to see him. He waved back.
“Off limits, way.” Loco patted Gangsta’s shoulder.
“Say no mo’.”
“My brother don’t run me.” Melody laughed just a bit.
“I was only teasing, way. My sisters are grown and I trust their judgment, as I trust yours, too. Come have dinner with us. Sit back and relax a lil’,” Loco said through a smile.
“I can’t, way. I got some business right quick that can’t be put off. ‘Preciate it though, my friend,” Gangsta replied.
“Fine. Well, my father’s last day here is tomorrow and I have sold him on your qualities. And he wants to meet you.”
“I will be back in a couple hours.” Gangsta dapped Loco once more, then Jeter and Longo before heading out the door. Gangsta was feeling almost ok, though his son was the biggest issue he had in his heart. If he could just get God to save Junior, it would be amazing. Gangsta would trade his life for that type of miracle.
Inside the car, he called his mother. She picked up quickly.
“Hello?”
“Ma, what’s up?” Gangsta asked.
“Hey, baby. You ok?” Joy was in her voice.
“I’m good, ma. Whe’ is y’all?”
“Still at your aunt’s. Me and Erica is going to get Ne-Ne later on today, ‘cause she’s being released. Oh, and hold on. Terry wants to talk to you.” His mother put him on hold, and seconds later Terry’s voice came through.
“Gary?”
“What’s up?”
“Gary, some guy went over to Nikki’s house looking for you. He left a number, saying that he got something for you. Roxanne had called me ‘bout it. Do you want his number?” she asked.
“Yeah, come on with it. Whe’ is my baby?” Gangsta questioned while fumbling with his thoughts. Who could it be?
“Keshana is right here under me.” Terry gave him the number and put Keshana on the phone for a quick second. He missed his baby girl, and she missed him to the point she didn’t want to get off the phone. Gangsta promised to see her soon, then his mother got back on the phone.
“Baby, have you talked to your lawyer yet?” she asked.
“Not yet, ma. What’s up?”
“Well, he made the cops drop that warrant. Now they only looking for you for questioning, but if they catch you, they will hold you. Call him, though. I can’t remember everything he said.”
“Yeah, I’ma get at him. First things first, I’m going to see my son and Ne-Ne. You think the cops down there messing with her?” Gangsta asked his mother, because he wasn’t sure if he should, but he had the burning desire to go still, whether wrong or right.
“I don’t know, baby, but that’s not a good idea to go down there. Gary, you are not thinking clearly, son. The police could be out there looking, and anybody could see you and call it in,” his mother pleaded. She was worried
“I’m willing to take my chances, ma. Ne-Ne’s acting unlike h
erself, and I don’t need that right now. I need to see Junior now, and it can’t wait.” Gangsta was determined to get some understanding with Ne-Ne. He wouldn’t just sit and wait on her to come to her senses. He had to make her see the clear picture.
“If I’m not mistaken, I think he’s gone already, baby. I’m not for sure, though. And why don’t you call Ne-Ne before you just go down there? Call and talk with her before you go to popping up. You might scare the life out of her, baby.”
Gangsta heard what his mother was saying, but her words went in one ear and fell out the other. He needed to talk to Ne-Ne face-to-face. Nothing would stop him from making that happen.
After Gangsta ended the call, he reached out to Nikki about the dude who left his number. Nikki’s baby voice boomed through the speakers.
“Hello?”
“Nikki. What’s hap, shawty? Dis Gangsta,” he said.
“Gangsta, ok. What’s up, bruh? Do you know a nigga named Monkey? ‘Cause he pulled up over here with a very pretty female on some humble shit asking where could he find you,” Nikki told him.
“What’s his name?” Gangsta wanted to know
“Some Nigga named Monkey,” she repeated. “What’s up, though? Are you ok, bruh?” Nikki’s concerned voice asked.
“I’m straight, shawty. I’m finna hit this nigga. I’ma keep you posted,” Gangsta said and ended the call. He quickly dialed the number he got from Terry.
“‘Lo?”
Gangsta remembered the face to the voice when the dude picked up. “Whoa, this Gangsta. What’s hap, bruh?” Gangsta was already expecting these niggas to be brainwashed by Bam, and this nigga was on some bullshit.
“This Monkey, shawty. I’m trying to fuck with your campaign, bruh. I’m not fuckin’ with that nigga Bam. We need to link up.”
“Link for what? What’s up? Whe’ is Bam?” was all Gangsta wanted to know. He wasn’t trusting niggas these days.
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