Big A gave me a look like he wanted to argue more. Sincere’s jaw tightened, like he was holding back a whole list of reasons why this was a bad idea. Neither of them said another word, though. They just stood there on that cold downtown sidewalk, all three of them silently disagreeing.
But I tucked my hands into my pockets, thought about Sienna’s thick, toned thighs clapped against my ears, and decided I’d prove them wrong or enjoy myself trying.
After bouncing out of Langford's office, my mind was already on that thick, dark-skinned bitch I'd been smashing for a few weeks. Pressure was her stage name from the strip club where we met. I never bothered with her real name because I was only interested in the pussy. I texted her the motel to meet me at. Rule number one: never take these hoes back to my spot, and I sure as hell wasn't stepping foot in theirs. Safety comes first in this game. I had to keep these hoes separate from my real life.
Her ass was phat and jiggling as she bent over for me. My dick was buried in her juices. She gasped, arching her back, and I snatched that ponytail, pulling her head up so she felt every thrust.
“Yeah, take this dick, you nasty lil’ bitch,” I growled, pounding harder, watching her thick cheeks clap against me.“This pussy mine tonight. You grippin’ this dick like you couldn’t wait for him.”
She moaned loud as she threw that ass back on me. “Reek! Oh shit, Reek! Your dick so big, it's stretchin' me, baby! Fuck!”
Her words fueled my strokes as I drilled deeper, slapping her ass red with each snap of my hips.
I was lost in it, sweat dripping, her walls clenching tight around me, when suddenly gunshots ripped through the thin door, splintering the wood. I yanked out of her pussy quick, dick still hard and slick, as she screamed, scrambling on the bed. I lunged for the AK I'd left right there on the nightstand. I always kept it loaded and ready, just in case.
The door burst open, and three masked motherfuckers ran in with nines pointed straight at me.
“Get your clothes on, nigga. You comin’ with us. Take us to that stash, or we drop you right here,” the biggest one barked behind the ski mask.
I stood there buck naked, dick swinging heavy between my legs, and just... laughed. They froze for a split second, confused, and that was all I needed. My Draco started spitting fire before they could blink.
First one caught it in the chest. With two quick bursts, his body jerked back like a puppet with cut strings, dropping his strap as he hit the floor. The other two spun, firing wild shots that whizzed past my ear, punching holes in the wall. But they panicked, stumbling over each other trying to bolt for the door. I tracked them easy, squeezing the trigger. I got the second one in the knee. He crumpled screaming, as I finished him with a headshot. The last one made it halfway out, but I stepped up, put one in his back and another in his skull as he pitched forward.
The room stank of gun powder and blood now. Bodies were sprawled like trash. I could hear commotion starting on the outside of the door. Most likely other guests wondering what thehell was going on and scrambling for cover. But this motel was in a neighborhood where people knew not the call the police and to mind their business.
Chest heaving from the adrenaline, I turned to see Pressure huddled on the bed with her knees pulled to her chest. Her eyes were wide with terror and tears streaked down her face.
“You set me up, bitch?” I barked. I stepped closer with my switch still hot in my grip.
“No, Reek, I swear!”
“You lyin’ ass bitch!”
“I didn't—” She sucked in her breath as my scowl became more menacing. “Please, baby, I wouldn't!”
She pleaded more, but trust was a luxury I couldn't afford.
I raised the barrel, watched her eyes go huge, and squeezed.
A bullet punched right through her forehead. Blood sprayed the headboard as her body went limp.
She had to be lying. I wouldn’t get caught slipping up like this, letting three youngins roll up on me mid-stroke. It was often that women got to know a nigga like me and thought I was an easy target because all they could tell was that I had some bread. But I never let them know that I was a gangster with an army behind me.
I dressed quickly, wiped down what I touched, then pulled out my burner. I dialed the cartel's cleanup crew who made messes vanish and the witnesses stay quiet. “Yo, got a spot in the east side motel, room 12. I got four bodies. Get here now.”
11
RHYTHM BROOKS
Iwas smiling from ear to ear when I pulled into work. Sincere’s voice was in my ear, and I could still feel our energy from this past weekend.
The day after Thanksgiving, one of my uncles came over to look at my car. He was outside trying to figure out what was wrong for a while before he came into my apartment, stared at me for two seconds, then shook his head. “Girl… you ain’t got no damn gas.”
I had stood there blinking, then covered my face with my hand, embarrassed. I had been so busy with work, kids, and completing pieces for the show that I didn’t even realize I had been driving on fumes for who knows how long.
“You got time for me this week?” he asked.
The way he said it made me smile harder. Little did he know, he could have all my time. This man was pressure and putting in more work than any man in my life had. I was already ready to give him the world.
