Bambi was the only one who said shit. Her ass got right in my face and told me I had her fucked up if I thought I was gonna manhandle her girls.
I backed off.
Not ‘cause I felt bad, but out of respect. I saw it in her eyes—she wasn’t scared. I knew if I bucked at her, she’d put up a fight. And I liked that.
Once it was me, Kyree, and his boys, alone in the room, I got back to business.
“Your guys ready?” I asked.
Kyree leaned back with a heavy-lidded smile. “Been ready. This finna be an easy lick. There’s no less than $50k of product at the house. Money’s been slacking, so it should only be two, maybe three niggas inside.”
Shit sounded too good to be true. From everything I’d heard, Money ran a tight ship. But Kyree had been BC for years, so I had no choice but to trust his intel.
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “Good. Make that shit clean. I don’t want no loose ends.”
Kyree nodded, eyes lighting up, eager to prove himself. I just hoped that he wouldn’t be on no show-off shit because that’s how people got killed.
CHAPTER19
JASMINE MILLER
“I thinkyou can give me one more, Jas,” Cash growled.
I clawed at the sheets, back arching as he drove into me. He was stroking me so deep, my thighs burned as he pushed my knees closer to my chest.
“Fuck, baby!” I cried out as my body shuddered, pussy spasmed around as my climax crashed over me.
Cash cursed low under his breath, thrusts growing erratic before he stilled, pressing into me as he finished with a deep groan.
I melted into the mattress, breathless and a little dizzy. He pulled out and disappeared into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a warm washcloth. I reached for it, but he ignored me, gently parting my thighs and wiping between them himself.
The small gesture—how careful he was, how soft—made something twist in my chest. An aching kind of tenderness I didn't want to acknowledge.
“I’m so happy you’re snipped down there,” I said, sliding back against the pillows. “Because I’m pretty sure I’d be pregnant by now.”
He gave me a look as he slid into his briefs. “Just say the word, and I’ll get it reversed.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re not serious.”
“Why would I joke about that?”
I studied his face, searching for some hint that he was playing. But he wasn’t. He never was when it came to us. It threw me off. I never knew what to do with that kind of certainty. Lately, I’d been catching myself wondering what it might feel like to say yes.
“Stop staring at me like I’m running game on you, shorty,” he said, climbing back into bed and kissing my neck. “I’m already Big Daddy, I can be baby daddy too.”
I laughed and nudged him off playfully just as his phone chimed on the nightstand. He leaned over me to get it.
“Yo,” he answered, tucking the phone between his shoulder and ear, as he pulled on his basketball shorts and disappeared into the closet to take the call.
I headed into the bathroom to wash up, still feeling the afterglow buzzing in my body. I tossed the washcloth into his hamper, climbed back into bed, and grabbed my phone.
I scrolled through social media, trying to enjoy how good I felt, but my mind drifted to the larger problem at hand—I hadn’t told Cash about the video. I barely even processed it myself before Marcus’s psycho-ass sent me another one this morning. This time, the video was zoomed in at a tighter angle and focused on my face, so you saw every expression I made while he fucked me.
I felt sick all over again just thinking about it. I didn’t respond and deleted it immediately. Same way I ignored the first one. I wanted to block him, but couldn’t. That would probably really set him off, and he’d send it to Cash off principle.
It was cruel and calculated. The Marcus I’d known would’ve never done something like this. I didn’t even know what his angle was. Surely he didn’t think this would get me to go back to him.
Cash came back in the room and sat at the edge of the bed, his brows pinched together deep in thought.
