“Aight, Row… Check the closets and shit down here,” I whispered as I nodded toward the corner of the room. He blinked at the dead body for a moment before jumping to do what I said. “Phil, you come up here with me.”
“Nah.” He held his hands up in surrender, shaking as he looked at the dead body. “I don’t want any parts of this shit. I?—”
Pew!
One to the head silenced whatever he was about to say. I knew this nigga was going to be the one to fold. I knew Rowan’s friends were going to be flaky, but I needed help pulling this hit off perfectly and was pushed for time. Turning toward Chris, his eyes found mine as he shrugged. I glanced over my shoulder once more to see Rowan doing as I asked, so Chris and I made our way up the stairs.
“Shit, Pink.” I heard some nigga groan as I crept toward the bedroom door that was slightly ajar. “Ride that dick, girl.”
Slowly pushing the door open, the small glow from the television lit up the room as the two lovers were entangled. I eased toward the bed, looking on as Pinky fucked her baby daddy like she loved the nigga. For all I know, she did. The hoes will badmouth you to the next man for the right price, and that’s what she did.
“Does that feel good, baby?” She placed her hands on his chest, bouncing her ass like only she could. The sight was starting to turn me on. “Tell me how good—ahh!”
Standing over him, I sent one to his temple, causing her to scream. Scrambling from his dead body, she wrapped the bloody sheets around her naked frame as she shook and stared at me.
“Dammit, baby! You should have warned me you were going to do that.” She reached to the floor and started gathering her clothes. Before she got dressed, her eyes went to Chris, who wasalready tearing through the room. “Can you tell him to leave? I don’t want him to see me like this.”
“Like what?” I chuckled right as he found a duffel bag of cash in the closet behind the door. Realizing they hadn’t done pick up for the night had me smiling. Just as quickly, I realized we needed to hurry and leave. Returning my gaze to her, I said, “Sorry, love. I appreciate you, but your job is done. Hope you and your nigga can work it out.”
Pew!
With a shocked expression passing over her face, her lifeless body dropped to the floor with a thud. Hurriedly, we finished trashing the room, coming up with something else. Hearing the familiar vibration, I looked around until I found his phone on the dresser.
Boss:
Be there in ten for pickup.
“Shit, we need to leave!” I slapped Chris on the chest before I hauled ass down the stairs. When I reached the bottom, I frowned at Rowan sitting at the kitchen table, preparing to snort a line. “Nigga, if you don’t pack this shit up! Them niggas on the way!”
Snatching the bag full of dope, we ran through the back door and across the street to the unmarked car. Rowan fumbling with the keys and trying to get them into the ignition damn near sent me into a rage.
“Go! Go!” I yelled, slapping the headrest of the passenger seat. “Floor this shit and get us out of here, Row!”
Throwing the car in gear, all that could be heard was rubber burning the pavement as we flew out of the neighborhood. I checked behind us repeatedly to see if we were followed, but after five minutes, I was able to blow out a sigh of relief.
“Nigga, cut the headlights on before you get us pulled over!” Chris fussed from the front seat. “We just committed breaking and entering, quadruple homicide, and we’re riding around with enough dope that can put us away for life alone.” He mugged Rowan as he did what he said. Turning to me, his frown deepened. “What now?”
“Now, we split this dope and money.” I leaned back as I finally removed the mask. “They’re going to show their hand soon and get sloppy. When they do, I’ll be right there to bring them in.”
The plan may have seemed simple to them, but I knew my Uncle Jay. He was going to go on a rampage looking for his dope and money. When he did, I would be right there to catch him slipping. One way or the other, I was going to make him pay for the years of pain he’d caused my mother and me. I didn’t care if I had to take out his entire team to make that happen.
“Right there, baby! Please don’t stop!”
Sweat dripped down my forehead as I drilled in and out of Lisa. She and I had been dealing with each other on and off for the same amount of time I’ve been in a relationship with Blossom. In fact, she and I were together first. Being as though Blossom wasn’t giving a nigga any play, I didn’t feel the need to cut Lisa off.
“Whose pussy is this, Lisa?” I groaned as I fucked her. I felt her pussy gripping my dick, so I knew she was close. “You’re gonna let me nut in what’s mine?”
I knew I was playing a dangerous game with her, but she knew what this was. When Blossom and I were married, she knew I was done with her. I never worried about her gettingpregnant because it had been years, and nothing had happened. Either way, Lisa knew it would never be her.
“Come in this pussy, baby,” she cried as she dug her nails into my back. “I’m right there! Fuck!”
Pushing her head into the mattress, I gripped her waist and slammed into her as hard as I could. Lisa’s pussy wasn’t the tightest, but after three shots of Patron, it was good enough to get the job done. Feeling my balls tighten, I held her in place and shot everything I had into her.
“Shit!” I groaned as I fell on top of her. “I’m tired as fuck.” I slowly sat up and pulled out of her. “Damn, girl.”
“I know.” She giggled, rolling over onto her back. “Just think about it, you could be here with me getting this pussy every day if you were mine.”
I gave her a knowing look and she sighed before walking into the bathroom to get us wash cloths to clean off. She would always be this way post orgasm, but eventually, she would come back to her senses. After we were both cleaned up and dressed, we went downstairs to head out for a quick bite to eat. Blossom was out of town at some type of seminar, so I didn’t have to worry about her seeing me out. Even though she was out of town, I wanted to check on her and make sure she was good.
