Almost two weeks had passed, and Keith was home now. He was still healing, but you couldn’t tell that nigga that. All he wanted was revenge. We had been sitting on the address that Black’sflunky gave us, watching them like hawks, and like clockwork, they came through. Those niggas still met there twice a week, and sometimes the nigga, who I assumed was Black, would frequent there more often. I knew those niggas didn’t tell Black that they gave us his location for fear of him killing them. That was their worst mistake. I was about to take those niggas for all they had, and from the looks of things, they had a lot.
On a few occasions, I had seen Black with a female, and I assumed that was his girl. It was no rules in this shit, and no one was off limits. If we had to knock a bitch off to get to him, that’s what would happen. I dropped Keith off at the crib after being camped out for hours. Although I allowed Keith to think he was gonna slide when the shit went down, he wasn’t. I almost lost my dawg to this shit, and I wasn’t about to let that happen. I knew he would be pissed when the shit hit the fan, but in his condition, he wasn’t even good to himself right now.
On the day I decided to hit Black’s spot, I had all hands on deck and everyone in place. I’d gone over the plans with my people until there was no questions left to be asked.. I hadn’t seen Black making any moves in the past few days, but I did see his right-hand man Trell coming in and out religiously. Yeah, I knew all these niggas names from the time we ran down on their corner boys. I knew these lame, country ass niggas couldn’t be from around here. They moved different. They weren’t up to date with the way shit was ran.
Wednesday afternoons were when they moved the most work and money out of the spot. That had to be the day when all the money they made for the week was taken out, and I was gon’ need all of that. Let’s just say it would be compensation for all my pain and suffering.
It was around five in the morning, we were about to move, and I knew there were only two niggas inside. We had roughly eight hours before Black or his right hand would come to do a pickup. I liked the element of surprise because, at that time, I knew them niggas were probably sleeping on the job. Jashawn was in the passenger seat of my Sprinter, and he pulled on his blunt before speaking. In total, it was six of us, all trained killers and the most loyal amongst my crew.
“Everything moving in that bitch must die! Grab everything you see of value! I’m talking ’bout from the work , to the cash and down to them niggas’ jewelry if it’s real. Take every fuckin thang! This shit is simple. We gon’ get in and get out. The only way to fuck this up is if you’re slow and if so, you ain’t gotta worry ’bout making it back home. You’ll be left here slumped with these niggas!” Jashawn sternly spoke.
Everybody agreed and knew it was time to go. I decided to let Amir be the lookout and getaway driver. He had great instincts and a good eye for bullshit. Coming up under Jashawn, Amir was taught by the best, so I knew it would be best to keep him where he was. If anything looked funny while we were inside, he was trained to kill. Before we went in, I had Amir jump in the driver’s seat, and he did so with a pistol in both hands.
The Sprinter was parked in the back, and we crept around to the side door. I motioned for Jack, Tru, and Sam to go around to the front door while Jashawn and I took the side. Jashawn and Jack both had police issued rammits to take the doors off the hinges. Moments after the guys went around front, we heard the door being rammed in, so Jashawn followed suit and did the same with the side door. Once inside, we lit the place up like theFourth of July. Both of Black’s men were sent to their maker, the niggas weren’t quick enough on their feet to react once we made entry. I grabbed everything of value. I even had my niggas taking the TVs off the wall. Nothing was left behind except the fuck niggas who were supposed to be protecting the place. They had failed miserably at that sit too.
We made it to the van and off the premises in record time. In preparation for this day, we moved all our traps and switched the operation up completely. These niggas wouldn’t know where to look to get their shit back. When it was all said and done, we had a hundred stacks and four kilos to play with. I guess them niggas had a light week, and now it was about to be even lighter.
“Get dressed comfortably and pack a bag with enough clothes for seven days. Anything else you want or need, I’ll buy it,” Rowdy said once I answered my phone.
“Good morning to you as well, Rowdy. Where are we going? You know I have to work,” I said as I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed.
“I already called the shop and spoke to Carmen, and she is more than happy to run the shop and make the deposits. I’ve already paid her for the short notice, and everything is set. Be ready in two hours, and I’ll be over to grab you,” Rowdy said before hanging up.
I headed to the bathroom to take care of my morning routine and smiled to myself, thinking about my man. Not knowing whathe had planned had me kind of nervous. I didn’t know if we would get a hotel in the city, if he would take me to his place for a week, or if he had booked us a flight, and the suspense was killing me. Shortly after that amazing date he took me on, I ended up taking things further with Rowdy, and I could honestly say that I was now dickmatized. I mean, it was thick, chocolate, and had a curve to it. Not to mention his head was magnificent. I was so lucky this nigga found me. Hell, I was already in love. Although, I’d never say that shit out loud yet.
Two hours later, Rowdy was carrying my bags to his car.
“Did I say seven days or a month? Yo’ ass really packed enough to change four times a day.” He laughed.
“Bae, you weren’t specific on what I would need, so I brought everything just in case,” I honestly said.
Once we were in the car, he gave me a long, deep kiss while placing his hand around my neck, gently choking me. He knew I loved that shit. When I pulled away, we lustfully stared into each other’s eyes, and I couldn’t wait until we made it to our destination, so I could fuck his socks off.
Thirty minutes later, we arrived at the airport and headed to St. Thomas. The Virgin Islands was somewhere I had always wanted to go. I mentioned it to Rowdy once, and he made that shit happen. I was really gonna make this man very happy when our flight landed. Simple things like just paying attention to what I said made me fall deeper for him.
When we landed, I did exactly what I promised I was gonna do to that man. Rowdy was doing more than talking, he was showing me that he wanted this for real. He was putting in real effort and I appreciated that. Our trip was amazing, and we toured every part of the island. The food, beaches, and people were all amazing, and we promised to visit once a year. On our trip, we made so much love that I was starting to think this nigga was trying to knock me up. After exchanging updated MyChartsthe first week of dating seriously, I hadn’t been able to keep him off of me.
It was our fourth night there, and we had a candlelit dinner on the beach. I wore a white silk spaghetti strap dress and clear sandals, while he wore a white two-piece Polo set.
“You never cease to amaze me. How did you set this up?” I asked as our host poured our wine.
“You should know there is nothing in the world that I won’t make happen when it comes to you,” he said as he kissed my hand.
I looked out at the water and admired how the reflection of the moon and stars bounced off it. We ate and listened to the ocean. It was so soothing and peaceful there that I never wanted to leave. After an amazing dinner, my man took me back to our resort. As soon as we were into the room, and before I could fully close the door, he ripped my dress off. Once we were both fully naked, he caressed every inch of my body while I did the same.
We stood face to face as I rubbed my hand down his chest and to his erection. He was already rock hard. I took my hand and massaged up and down his shaft, slowly jacking him off. I squatted in front of him on my toes, then I put his whole dick in my mouth. As I let it hit my tonsils, I made sure to let all my saliva slide down his dick while I sucked and beat it at the same time.
Rowdy threw his head back and softly moaned my name. That caused me to tighten my jaws while I did it. I continued to suck, then I started massaging his balls at the same time. After a few minutes, he came, and I swallowed all of it!
“My turn!” he said before picking me up and carrying me to the bed.
I lay on my back at the edge of the bed while Rowdy put his whole face in my pussy. Gripping the back of his head, I rotated my hips in a circular motion, keeping up with the rhythm of histongue. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. Using both hands, he spread my legs all the way apart while holding them up. He then put his tongue in my ass and wildly shook his head. That shit felt so damn good that I let out a scream, which I knew the neighbors could hear. After I came on that nigga tongue and nose a few times, we sixty-nined, and I ate that dick up again. This nigga deserved every nasty bone in my body.
Just as I was ready to tap out, he lay beside me on the bed while I tried to catch my breath, then he reached over and pulled me on top of him, making me ride him. As he held my breast in his hands, I bounced up and down on his dick, causing him to let out another moan. I knew I had him right where I wanted him. He put his hand around my neck, and I instantly came on his dick. It was something about being choked that turned me on. After I came, I turned around while I kept his dick inside me. I grabbed his ankles in the reverse cowgirl position and bounced my ass even harder.
“This view, tho! I wanna eat that thang again. Keep playing,” he said as he slapped my ass.
One hour and three positions later, we both tapped out. We took a shower together, then I laid on my man’s chest in bed until we fell asleep. I was on cloud nine, and there was nothing that could knock me off this high, or so I thought. I woke up at around 8:00 the next morning to the sound of Rowdy hollering on the phone. I had never seen him upset nor heard him talk the way he was talking.
