“Fuuck, girl!” I hissed as this hoe Raven took my dick to the back of her throat and licked my balls with the tip of her tongue. She had my toes curling in the Alexander McQueen sneakers on my feet, and I could feel myself already about to explode. The encouragement only made her go harder, and she lifted her watery eyes to me as if to gloat. Normally, that shit would’ve turned me off, but the way she was showing out on the thick eleven inches in her mouth, I had to give her a pass. I bit back a moan as the sound of her slurping and gagging filled her room, but just as I began to feel that familiar tingle, my cell phone started ringing. I was determined to bust my nut before I even looked at that shit though, and Raven seemed to be on the same shit because she started getting real sloppy with it. My mind instantly drifted away from the annoying ringtone, and it eventually stopped, only to start right back up again, so I knew whoever it was blowing me up was determined. “Shit! Don’t stop, just…make it quiet though.” I couldn’t keep the agitation out of my voice as I lifted my phone to see my pops’s name on the screen. Instantly, my dick began deflating because I knew he was about to start with his shit. Contrary to what I’d said, I hadn’t been taking any steps towardgetting my spot back from Julio. In fact, I’d been doing the exact opposite, only focusing on my legit businesses and fucking off with my roster of women. The shit was much less stressful, especially since my pops had been trying to push for me to settle down. I thought we’d deaded that conversation, but with all of my peers suddenly wanting to be shackled down to one woman, his ass was trying to revisit it like my stance would’ve changed by now. It didn’t help that I was still feeling some type of way about Keyani’s rejection. I wasn’t the type of nigga that went around holding grudges with women because of what one did to me, but I was damn sure holding that shit against her. The fact that we were both in Maasai and Avery’s wedding made it so that I was around her more than I cared to be, but I used every opportunity to show her ass what she had passed up on. The day we’d pulled up on them after a pickup game, she was eye fucking the shit out of me until she got ahold of herself and started trying to be standoffish. It was weird as fuck to me because she obviously wanted a nigga, but she was fighting that shit tooth and nail. I mostly let it roll off my back, but sometimes I had to take that shit out on the next woman’s pussy. She was likely the reason I’d been running through shorties left and right, but I wasn’t ready to admit that shit to anybody, let alone myself. The thought of her game-playing ass had my dick softening even more, to the point that shorty noticed and looked up at me with a pout, but I was already over that shit. I waved her off and finally answered my phone as it started ringing for the third time, preparing myself for my pops’s wrath.
“Why the fuck I feel like you’re ignoring me, mijo?” he pressed as soon as the call connected.
“Can’t be ignoring you if I answered,” I told him dryly, eyes glued to Raven’s bare ass as she strutted into the bathroom. I was hoping he’d get to whatever it was he wanted so I could getback to what the fuck I was doing, but he wasn’t trying to have that.
“Aye, don’t think I can’t still fuck you up, boy. I ain’t none of these other muthafuckas out here, I’m your father. Show me some fuckin’ respect.”
I grit my teeth to keep from groaning since I knew that would only rile him up more and tried to take some of the bite out of my tone. “I ain’t on that with you, old man, you got it.” I rushed to smooth shit over. “What you needed though?”
“I don’t need shit, pequeno cabron! Tu necesidad to saca la cabeza del culo!”(You need to get your head out of your ass!)he snapped, and I knew once his ass started speaking in Spanish, shit was about to go left. My face balled up, and I thumbed my nose, trying to collect myself before I forgot he was my fucking father. He knew better than anybody that I didn’t tolerate that rah-rah shit from a soul, not even him.
“Mira como me hablas, papa. (Watch how you talk to me papa.)I’m a man just like you, so give me the same respect.”
“Act like one then, muthafucka. I taught you that a man keeps his word and handles his business, and you ain’t been doing either,” he continued, unfazed by shit I’d said, and I couldn’t do nothing but let out a humorless chuckle. “What the fuck happened to you taking steps to return to the head of the table? Huh? You’re getting comfortable as fuck living the civilian life, ain’t you?”
It sounded more like an accusation than a question, so I remained silent and let him get his shit off since he was going to anyway. We had the same conversation every time Julio’s ass told him about me slacking off, but him trying to force my hand hadn’t worked yet, and it wasn’t going to, not until I was ready anyway. I ran a hand over my hair as he continued his rant, noting that I needed to get my shit rebraided soon, before tuning back in to the call.
“Ain’t no civilian life for you, nigga! You live and die by this shit like I raised you to, and the sooner you get that through your thick head, the better off we’ll all be.” The lowering of his volume let me know his speech was winding down, and it was right on time because Raven had finally reentered the room. I started to ask her if she had been in there shitting for all that time, but the fact that she hadn’t flushed the toilet stopped me. She wasn’t nasty enough to do no shit like that, at least I hoped not, but the second I smelled even the tiniest tickle in my nose of dookie when she came my way, I was going to leave her funky booty ass right there. Throwing me a sexy smirk, she switched past where I was sitting on the foot of her bed, and I instantly smelled the mouthwash on her, I nodded in approval. I loved me a clean bitch. “Are you fuckin’ listening!”
“Yeah, Papa, I’m listening, man.” I sighed, just ready to get his old ass off my phone. He was starting to nag me like a damn woman, and I wasn’t beat for that shit. If he caught me on the right day, I wouldn’t have no problem calling my OG to snitch on him.
“Good, but I need you tohearme. Get the fuck back to work, and I promise you this isn’t a suggestion or a negotiation. If I find out you’re not doing what the fuck you’re supposed to do, you’re gonna have to see me.” His dramatic ass hung up without warning, leaving me to think over what he’d said, but not for long. Raven jumped into action once she realized I was no longer on the phone and came up behind me, pressing her titties into my back as she kissed my neck. Her soft hands found their way into my lap, stroking my dick back to life, and my pops’s words drifted to the back of my mind. I still had plenty of time to do what he said, but first, I was getting my dick wet.
A couple nights later, I was standing alongside Julio at the warehouse, waiting for a disgruntled customer. They claimed they were missing a few of the more expensive assault rifles in their shipment, and in an effort to smooth shit over, I’d narrowed down the two niggas who had handled their delivery. As if on cue, the one sitting closest to me woke up in a panic, grunting and trying to get out of his restraints.
“Aye, shut the fuck up and be still before you wiggle off that damn plastic!” I warned, eyeing how close he was to the edge of the tarp I had laid out. Hearing that had him growing still, as he realized what I’d said.
“Come on, Cruz man, don’t do this shit, bro! I didn’t take that shit, I swear!” His pleading fell on deaf ears because they were definitely going to die. They were the only niggas who had the opportunity to steal that shit, and regardless of neither of them admitting to it, that didn’t mean they weren’t guilty. I resisted the urge to knock his ass back out, but we were so close to the customer’s arrival it wouldn’t have made sense to.
“Shut your bitch ass up,” I growled when the walkie-talkie crackled and the guards at the door let us know our guest had arrived. Checking the time on my Patek, I nodded in approval because they were a few minutes early. I was really trying to get this shit over with fast so Aw’sum and I could give Maasai an impromptu bachelor party. He’d been claiming he didn’t want one, trying to act like I would’ve planned something outrageous, but I figured a couple strippers, some liquor, and some good ass Za was damn near innocent compared to other shit I’d seen niggas do for bachelor parties. Besides, I fucked with Avery, soI wasn’t going to put him in a position to fuck up what they had going on. I just wanted to give my boy a memorable send off.
“Que chingados?” Julio muttered, bringing me out of my thoughts as a thick ass shorty flanked by two buff niggas came into view.
“Gentlemen.” Her voice was sultry and held a hint of amusement in it. She was sexy as hell and completely overdressed for the occasion, in a silk maroonish dress that hugged her curves and stopped just under her knees. On her feet were a pair of sleek heels that had her pretty ass painted toes on display. As my eyes traveled back up her body, she tossed her long, jet-black hair over her shoulder, giving me a full view of her cleavage, and I lost my train of thought until she cleared her throat, bringing my attention back up to her face.
“Who the fuck are you?” my uncle spat, having a completely different reaction to the beauty in front of us. While I was just a little confused and taken with how sexy she was, he was disgusted and full of irritation. It took me a second to realize his ass should’ve known her, considering that he’d made the deal, but when I did, I shook off my lust and pulled my gun from my waist. Her guards instantly moved to protect her since they’d given up their guns at the door, but she placed a hand on each of their shoulders and shook her head slightly. While her level of fearlessness would’ve normally impressed me, in our current situation, I was unmoved.
“Fuck you mean, who is she? You did the deal, you don’t know this broad?”
“I look like I’d do business with a woman?” He said the word like it tasted terrible, and I side-eyed him. Like a lot of niggas in our business, he felt like women didn’t belong, and clearly, the sight of one had his mind fucked up because the bigger issue was lost on him. Now I knew the real reason my pops was going so hard for me to take over. His incompetent ass brother was outhere selling guns to motherfuckers without doing any research on them.Stupid ass nigga!
Shorty let out a hearty laugh, and my eyes shot back over to her. “Y’all are kinda cute, but as you can see, I’m dressed for a special engagement, so I’ll wrap this up for you.” She tilted her head mockingly as she looked at my uncle. “I’m sorry to break it to you, Julio, but yes, you do conduct business with women. You didn’t know that because you didn’t do your homework. If you had, you’d know Don was simply an employee of mine?—”
“Okay, and who the fuck are you?” I cut her off, torn between enjoying how fucking good she looked bossing up on us and being annoyed by how long it was taking her to get to the point.
She lifted a perfectly arched brow at me and twisted her red lips. “Welllll,” she dragged. “I was getting to that. Y’all don’t have to keep being so damn rude.I’mRaya Morales-Caine. Now, can we get down to the real reason I’m here? Are these the muthafuckas responsible for my shipment being short?”
“Yeah, but—” I nodded, about to explain that they hadn’t admitted to it, but she cut me off, pulling a gun from her cleavage, and emptied the clip in them niggas, making my dick twitch. That was some of the sexiest shit I’d ever seen a woman do, and I knew right then I was going to be fucking her fine ass. I should’ve been concerned about how she’d even been able to sneak that shit in, but that was the farthest thing from my mind. Julio, on the other hand, wasn’t feeling that shit at all and immediately aimed his Glock at her while screaming profanities in Spanish. “Man, chill the fuck out.”
Shorty seemed unfazed, putting her gun in the little bag she was carrying, she rolled her shoulders back with a shrug, but I still placed myself in front of my uncle with my back to her. “Move, I’m about to kill this lil’ bitch!”
“For what? We was gone kill them niggas anyway!” I hissed lowly, like I was scolding a child, and the way his ass waspouting, I might as well have been. I really didn’t know if he was more pissed about her being able to get the gun inside or that she’d gotten to them niggas before he had a chance to, but he needed to calm down. He had to know whose daughter and wife she was after she dropped her last names, and if he didn’t, it was my job to stop his goofy ass from making a mistake that would have us in a war.
“Nah, fuck that?—”
“Dead. This. Shit,” I ordered through my teeth. “This is alreadyyourfuck up! How the fuck you think my pops gone react when he find out you iced the Rico Morales’s daughter and Dex Caine’s wife?” Either the mention of my father or of her peoples had him thinking shit over, and he finally tucked his gun back away.
“Excuse me, fellas, but I did say I had a previous engagement, and we haven’t even gotten to my reimbursement yet,” Raya chimed in from behind me, and I turned around with a smirk once I was sure my uncle was going to keep his cool.
