“I knowwww…. Tankkkkk. You going to cum with me?” she asked.
“If you want me to, I will. I want babies, Dionne. I’m ready for a baby. Can I get a son out of you?” I was in the pussy talking crazy, moments away from busting my nut.
“Fuccccckkkkkk…... I’m cumming. Baeeeeeee,” she released, calling out for me.
I was right there, doing the same, filling her up with my nut. I let go of her neck, and when I did that, she collapsed onto the couch, lying on her side, panting, giving me her back, trying to catch her breath.
Laughing, I walked over to the couch, getting behind her, spooning her, and placing kisses on the back of her neck, while cuddling with her.
“Nah. Nah. You a businesswoman, right? Businesswomen get up and go to work. You can’t be sleeping,” I talked shit to her.
“Ima get up in five minutes,” she weakly said.
I knew that was a lie. Every time after Dionne and I finished having sex, she always went to sleep.
Five minutes didn’t even pass, and she had already passed out on the couch. I was supposed to be getting up, so that I could handle business today as well, but I ended up reaching on the side of the couch, where the basket was, filled with throw blankets. I grabbed one, wrapped it around our bodies, and I took my ass to sleep right along with her.
6:30 P.M.
I was pulling up to the sports bar, so that I could chop it up with Rico. He’d already texted me about five minutes ago, tellingme that he was inside, sitting at a table in the back, waiting for me. I parked the car, and I stepped out, only needing my keys, wallet, gun, and phone.
Once I had all those things, I headed over to the sports bar, walking inside, and it was crowded because the Miami Heat basketball team were playing the Lakers tonight, so it felt like damn near everybody had stepped out to watch the game. This was a sports bar that I would come often, so when I walked in, it felt like I was home, knowing damn near everyone that worked here. In fact, the hostess went ahead to let me know that Rico was already in the back, waiting for me.
I made it to the back, where I found my cousin, and the second I got to him, he stood up, and this was my first time seeing him since he balled his ass off on the field, so I roughed the nigga up a little bit, and embraced him with a hug.
“I don’t know what the fuck was in the Gatorade that night at the game, but you make sure you drink that shit all the time. Nigga, you went crazy. That was good shit,” I proudly said to him, hitting him on his chest a couple of times.
Rico stood there smiling, eating it all up, proud of the things that I was saying to him.
After that, we took our seats. We were sitting at a square sized table. He sat on one side, while I sat on the other. Before either one of us could say anything, a waiter was walking over. This sports bar, the women would walk around like how they did at restaurants like Hooters, or Twin Peaks, meaning they wore barely anything. Titties were all out in your face, and the shorts that they wore were so little, that you could see their ass cheeks. Rico was damn near breaking his neck staring at the beautiful waitress that we had. I was a man at the end of the day, so I glanced for a second or two, and that was it.
We ordered a round of shots, some appetizers, and our main meal, not needing to see the menu since we ate here a lot, so we knew the menu by heart.
“Something about you looks different, nigga. What that girl over there doing to you, man? Not you sitting across from me glowing, and shit,” Rico cracked the second that the waitress walked away.
When Rico had been ordering, my phone was in my hands because I was texting Dionne back. She was heading to my house, and I was just letting her know to get there safely. I was so locked in that I probably was texting her back, smiling, and that’s why Rico was calling me out on the shit.
“Gone on with that shit, nigga. Ain’t nobody glowing,” I shot, making the two of us laugh.
“I can tell you really like her though. I knew that shit when I pulled up on you that night to talk, and you had her upstairs in your room. I know you not the type to even move like that, so that spoke volumes to me,” he went on to say, and I nodded my head as I listened to him, knowing that he was right.
“Yeah. That’s my baby, man. She special. What’s good though? I know you didn’t call me down here to talk about my relationship. What’s up? What you got going on?” I asked, getting right to the point because I knew that it was something.
The second I said that shit to him, he released a sigh, and he slouched down in his chair a little bit, running his hand down his face.
“That nigga pulled up on my baby mama, and my daughter the other night,” he stated.
Immediately, I was getting ready to ask him who he was talking about, but then my mind went to Toby.
“Toby?” I asked, and he nodded his head.
I was also about to ask him why he did that, but I was smart, so I was able to quickly put two, and two together, realizing thathe might have done that shit because of the way Rico balled out the other night on the field.
“Where that nigga be at? I’ll go put that motha fucka down right now. Where the fuck that nigga be?” I wanted to know, just needing him to tell me the location, and I would get up, and leave right now.
This just felt like one of those situations where it wasn’t going to end well until Toby was put in the ground, and I didn’t mind having to be the one to do it.
“Nah, Tank. I can’t let you handle that shit for me. This my shit that I got myself in, so I gotta be the one to get myself out of it. The only real option that I have is to kill this nigga. I ain’t no snitch, so it’s not like I can go to feds and tell them what he got me doing. Shit, I’ll be snitching on myself if that’s the case. I gotta kill this nigga now though. He knows too much about the people that I love the most. It ain’t nothing for him to pull up on my grandma, my pops, my mama, my sister, just about anyone that I care about,” he voiced, and I just kept quiet, taking in the things that he was telling me, trying to come up with my own little plan as well.
