by Nikki Brown
“Y'all chill, Perry cool as hell and he’s a money fucking maker. Just watch.” I tried to get them to see shit my way for once.
“All money ain’t good money, he has an ulterior motive.” Kayson said.
“So why the fuck did you decide to work with his ass then.” I was getting pissed because I was confused as hell. It was Kayson’s call to bring him in, so now he saying he ain’t with it? What the fuck?
“Because, nigga you already brought that nigga in behind our fucking backs. He knew us, he stopped us out in fucking public. I brought him in so yo’ ass can keep an eye on him. I don’t got time to deal with another enemy and who knew what kind of problems we would run into if we would have turned that nigga down. I checked him out, he’s moving in South Carolina, and right now we don’t need no shit. But this is on you; you need to make sure this nigga is who he says he is!”
“I got ya.”
“No nigga I’m serious I ain’t talking about no half ass shit like you normally do, I mean yo’ fucking job is to check up on that nigga and often. Know who he deals with and all that.”
“I said I got ya.”
“Yo D, this real shit.” Omari said.
“I know that, nigga.”
“I hope you do.” He raised his voice. “Yo I’m out, I’m meeting with this chick about this building.”
“Bet, call me and let me know how that goes so we can get Yameka to look into it.” Jaako said and Omari agreed and left.
“Look Kayson, I know I fuck up sometimes, but I swear I got this, bruh.”
“I’m holding you to that, baby bruh. Shit serious.”
“Huh!” I heard Jaako say.
“What the fuck is your fucking problem?”
“You, you a fuck up nigga. That’s all you do, just like I’m sure you gonna find a way to fuck this up.”
“Fuck you, I got this.” I said and then turned my back and walked out. I was over his salty ass, he been had his ass on his shoulders since I fucked that bitch. I hadn’t heard from her ass either. I would have thought that she would have been on some shit about that baby situation, but she hadn’t.
I hopped in my car and headed to the house. I wanted to see Heaven for some reason. Whenever I was stressed the fuck out she was who I wanted to see. I sent her a text for her to be naked when I got there, and she replied with a picture of her already naked. My girl!
I pulled up to the house and jumped out of the car, I was ready to release some stress. I walked in the house and she was sitting on the couch playing in her pussy. Her inner thighs were coated in her juices.
“Damn baby, you started without me?” I bit my lip and she motioned for me to come to her. I knew that she was high because she was the freakiest after she had done a line or two. When I got to where she was she unbuckled my pants and they hit the floor, then she worked on my boxers. Once they were down I stepped out of them and pulled my shirt over my head and stood in front of her with my dick standing at full attention. “What you gonna do with that?”
“Ummm,” she moaned as she took all of me in her mouth. I gasped when my dick hit the back of her throat. I had to lean back on my heels to keep from moaning out like a bitch. With my dick still down her throat, she stuck her tongue out and started massaging my dick.
“Fuck Heaven.” I picked my leg up and put in on the couch to give me leverage. I grabbed the back of her legs and she turned so that she was sitting straight up. She brought her little hands up and wrapped them around the base of my dick and started moving them in a circular motion, while she sucked and slurped on my head. “You gonna make a nigga nut, fuck.”
I could tell that she was smirking because her high ass cheek bones were showing. She moved one hand to my balls and started massaging them. I knew right then and there that I wouldn’t last too much longer.
“Fuck Heaven.” She looked up at me and I thought that shit was sexy as fuck. I loved a bitch that could look me in the eyes while she sucked my shit. “Got damn I love this shit.” I moaned out and she started going in. “Umhuh, fuck I’m ‘bout to nut.” I bit my lip and curled my toes and released down her throat and she sucked all that shit up. “Oh shit.” I yelled out because she was still licking my shit and I was sensitive as hell. “Stop that shit.” I backed up and she laughed.
“I thought that dick was mine, you telling me I can’t do what I wanted to do with it.” She smiled. I smirked at her and got down on my knees. Her eyes got big because I never did this, but right now I had something to prove to her ass.
“Don’t get scared Heaven, spread em.”
She spread her legs and I went to work licking and sucking on her clit and it drove her crazy. I really didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, because like I said I never really did that eating pussy thing but I watched the hell out some porn, so I was doing what the fuck I saw and it sounds like I was doing a good job because she was moaning all crazy.
“Yes baby, I love you, I love you.” She panted.
I went even harder. I wasn’t about to tell her I loved her. The closest I had ever been was telling her ass that I loved what she did to me and that’s all that she was gonna get.
“Oh oh shit I’m cummin.” She moaned, and I put two fingers inside her and worked them around while I attacked her clit. I could feel her walls clamp down on my fingers and I knew she was releasing and I sucked on her while she rode the wave. “Ah ah stop, Denari.” She tried to push my head away and I slapped her hands.
“Nah, you thought that was funny when you did it to me.”
“You gonna make me cum again.”
“Cum on then.” I still had my fingers inside of her and her shit was pulsating, and I thought it was sexy as hell and I was ready to feel her. I removed my fingers just as she cried out that she was hitting another orgasm. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and slapped her thigh. “Turn over.” She opened her eyes and looked at me like I was crazy, and I laughed. “Turn yo’ ass over Heaven, I ain’t done.” Sluggishly she turned over, put her knees at the end of the sofa and bent her head in the crease of the couch, and put that arch in there just like I like.
“Just like that.” I stood up behind her bent down a little and slid into her. “Ssssssssssss damn.” Heaven was wet as fuck and her shit was squeezing my dick. I moved in and out of her slow until I got my shit together. After that I tore that pussy up until we both screamed out in pleasure and collapsed on the couch. “Got damn.”
“Why you do that?” she whined.
“That shit felt good as hell.” I smiled, and she rolled her eyes.
My phone went off alerting me that I had a message. It was Omari telling me that he was doing Oak Room for his birthday and I was hype as hell, I wanted to turn up and have some got damn fun.
“What you smiling about?”
“Oak Room Saturday for O’s birthday.”
“Cool.” She said and then dozed the hell off.
I wanted the whole city to come out and party with us, so I put that shit on my Instagram. That was sure to get everybody the fuck out. Time to have some fucking fun!
Chapter Sixty-Two
Brayla
Dealing with Ortiz hasn’t been the best situation that I’ve been in, true he laces me with money and shit, but I swear he was the most controlling person I had ever had to deal with. I see why the other bitch left his ass, who wants to deal with that shit? Nigga got people following me around and shit, talking about it’s for my protection, I knew better though. He just didn’t feel right unless he knew where I was always.
The shit with him and Kayson was starting to drive his ass even more crazy, he lived and breathed revenge against them for killing his parents. Hell, he already got rid of the uncle, what the fuck else did he want? I wasn’t with all this shit, I didn’t want to get caught in the crosshairs of this little war that was brewing.
“I think I love Cello.” Jernisha broke me out of my thoughts.
“Girl you ain’t known that nigga but a hot minute, how t
he fuck you in love already?” I rolled my eyes ‘cause she swear she in love with every nigga that throw her the dick.
“It doesn’t matter bitch, he makes me feel like more than a piece of ass.” She gazed off. “He said when all this shit is over we gonna move away and start over.”
“So, you just gonna up and leave my ass?” I asked her.
“You would do the same thing to me, but more than likely Ortiz will come too.”
“I don’t know if that’s something permanent.” I mugged her.
I wasn’t trying to live my life in prison. Fuck that! I was beautiful and young, so as soon as I found another sponsor I was probably gone. Call me what you want, but life too short to be anything but happy and Ortiz didn’t make me happy. With his mean ass.
“You are not about to let another bitch ride that gravy train, so stop.”
“That’s the only reason I’m still around, that nigga mean and controlling. Who got time?”
“Anyway, you see ya boys gone be at the Oak Room Saturday?” Jernisha said showing me her phone. Denari had put up a blast for his brother’s birthday inviting everybody to come out and celebrate with them.
“Oh, let me call Ortiz and let him know what’s up. Maybe he will back the hell up and get off my titty some.” I picked up my phone and called him.
“Y’all left the mall yet?” I rolled my eyes in my head.
“Not yet we just chilling.”
“There ain’t that much to do at the mall, you been gone for two hours already.”
“OMGEEEE! It took us almost 45 minutes to get here. We ain’t even hit a lot of stores yet. All these men you got following us around, I’m sure they’re reporting back to you.”
“Watch your fucking mouth, Brayla.”
“I didn’t call you for this, I was calling to tell you that ya boys gone be at the Oak Room on Saturday.”
“How the fuck you know that? You been talking to that nigga?”
“Okay you’re paranoid as fuck, no they posted it on social media.”
“Yeah, I don’t believe you.”
“You don’t have to; I just thought you would like to know. I’m gone though, I ain’t about to deal with this shit right now.” I hung up the phone and he called me back ten times before I finally turned off my phone.
This was my first time at Hanes Mall in Winston Salem. This shit was big and nice as hell and I intended to explore my ass off.
“Ortiz wants you home?”
“That ain’t my fucking home, nigga want me up his ass all the time and I ain’t with that.”
One of the niggas that he had with us tapped me on the shoulder and handed me his phone. I know good and damn well he didn’t call somebody else because I wouldn’t answer. I swear this shit was getting out of hand.
“Hello?”
“Don’t you ever hang up on me again.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Yeah I am, now I need you and Jernisha at that party. I’m about to make some noise.” He said like that wasn’t already in my plans, but I let him have that. He could think that he gave me permission all he wanted, if it made him feel better.
“Anything else, Ortiz?” I had an attitude and I wasn’t feeling him right now. This happened with us a lot. He thought I was the other bitch he was with, but I was far from that and I wasn’t trying to fill her spot. I just wanted to be me and get money.
“Your fucking mouth.”
“Hey, I’m me.” I shrugged like he could see me.
“We’ll talk when you get here.” This time he hung up the phone and I it handed back. I was over this shit.
“We going to the party bitch!” I tried to get my mind off the shit that had just happened.
It was the night of the party and I was ready to let my hair down and get shit popping. Ortiz had some shit set up, he didn’t tell me what, and I didn’t care as long as I didn’t have to do nothing but go out and chill.
When we got back from the mall he told me that he just needed me to go and call him when I see Kayson and the rest of those Barnes brothers. He told me what he needed me to do and then after I did that to get back and stay out of his way. He didn’t have to tell me twice, I just wanted to party anyway. I had no intentions on going to his house tonight either. I was about to find me another nigga to kick it with. Fuck Ortiz!
“It’s thick in here already.” Jernisha said in my ear. I had to damn near beg her ass to come. Talking about she wanted to chill with her man. I had to tell her dumb ass that her man was gonna be working according to Ortiz. She was so fucking stupid.
“Hell yeah, you know Kendrick performing.”
“Oh shit, I love his ass.”
“Right!”
We bopped our heads to the music and headed straight to the bar. I ordered two long island ice teas and guzzled them down. I wanted to get drunk as shit tonight and I was well on my way.
“Girl, slow down.”
“Nah, I ain’t wanting to slow down.”
“I’m not babysitting yo’ ass, Brayla.” She yelled over the music.
“Bitch I ain’t asking you to. You are blowing my fucking high.”
I turned on the stool so that I was facing away from her, but I could still see the door. I noticed immediately when Omari walked in with his bitch. It was like they had a spotlight on them or something. All eyes were on them and I could feel the envy radiating off Jernisha.
“You aight, bitch?” I laughed because she swore she was sooooo in love with Cello but here she was drooling over Omari. “He don’t want you.” I laughed again.
“Just like Kayson don’t want you.” Now it was her turn to laugh. I didn’t even bother with a response because she was right. I would give just about anything to be on the arm of Kayson tonight.
We watched as he kissed all over her and they walked over to their VIP section. They flirted, and I couldn’t help but be jealous, the Barnes brothers were fine as fuck and their status was through the roof, to be associated with them was something. It pissed me off that Kayson didn’t pick me, but all that shit was about to be out the window anyway when Ortiz get a hold of that nigga.
Jaako and his girl walked in next and a little while later in walked Kayson. I drooled when he stepped in the light. He was dressed plain in some black jeans and a black button up that clung neatly to his chest. His dreads were twisted back into a very masculine man bun and you could see the fullness of his lips, while his light brown eyes danced under the light. That man was a fucking God, don’t debate me on that.
I tore my eyes away from him and landed on that bitch he was with. My eyes zoomed in on her little pregnancy bump. I had created a fake page on Instagram, so I knew she was pregnant, but to see it hurt my feelings. She was still cute in a little black dress matching Kayson’s fly. Whatever Ortiz had planned, I hoped it included her ass. Kayson’s eyes met mine and the hate in them caused me to shiver, it was like he was silently warning me to stay away.
I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone to let Ortiz know that they were here. He told me to do what we talked about and that he had the rest. He said that he would call me when it was time for me to leave.
“I need another drink.”
I turned back around to the bar and ordered a shot and another Long Island. I took that and drank my drink. The music started turning up and so did I, the drinks had me feeling good as hell.
“I hate them all.” Jernisha said. I had almost forgotten that she was here. The drinks had me in my own little world.
When she said that, I looked in their direction. Kayson was grinding all over that bitch; his dick was hard I could tell. It wasn’t like you could miss that print. Ortiz told me to just go and tell security that they all had weapons to get them thrown out of the club and then go sit my ass down but something took over me when I saw how happy they were. I just had to go say something, I had to.
I started in their direction, “Brayla, don’t.” Jernisha tried to stop me and I jerked away and walked r
ight over there clapping my hands to get their attention. The look on Kayson’s face let me know that I had just made a big ass mistake.
Chapter Sixty-Three
Kayson
With all the shit that had been going on with Unc getting killed and the shit with Chelley being sick, a nigga just needed a minute to breathe. We got Chelley set up with nurses that were there around the clock. After that day she seemed to get worse and Kaylin wasn’t taking it well. I wanted to make sure that she knew that this all wasn’t on her.
She had been spending a lot of time with Jenacia, and that seemed to be the only thing that made her feel better. Tonight she wanted to go home and stay with her mother, so we were gonna go out and have some fun. I needed that, hell we all did.
It was Omari’s birthday weekend, he wanted to hit the club scene, and I wasn’t against it. Shit just felt weird as fuck knowing that Unc wouldn’t be there. The fact that he was my biological father didn’t make things right either. I knew the man my whole life, but I didn’t know that side of him and for that reason he would always be Unc to me. I missed his ass something serious, but I kept those thoughts to myself or when I was alone with my woman because I needed to be the strong one. They looked to me for that and I planned on being that for them.
Business was picking back up and things were moving along quite nicely under the circumstances. Unc had shit all planned out as if he knew some shit was gone go down, but his ass always told me to always be prepared for anything. Thanks to him things just kept moving like his ass was still here and I was thankful for that shit. We had to get everything moved and changed around, but shit was back right, and we were good.
“You ‘bout ready, Jen?” I asked Jenacia who had just changed for the fifth time. It didn’t matter how many times I tell her that she was beautiful and looked great she found something wrong with what she was wearing. She kept trying to find shit that would hide her little bump and I hated that shit. She was pregnant and carrying twins, my twins and I wasn’t no little ass nigga, her best bet was to get over the shit.