Page 70 of A Don & His Doll

“Mhm,” he groaned. “Cum on this dick, Doll,” Monroe commanded, beating her pussy soft and slow, hitting her g-spot in a loop. Grinding against her clit every time he pushed in her slick folds.

“Monroe, baby,” Promise vulnerablely called out. “I’m cumming,” she announced, shaking uncontrollably.

“Fuck, girl,” he rasped, as her pussy clenched around his shaft. “Get that shit,” he said as his slow, steady strokes became quick and jagged as he came with her. “I missed you too, Doll.”

It was after midnight when Macie eased her Mercedes toward the exit that led to The 40/40 Club. She was in rare form as she pulled into a ducked-off alley to meet Vory. It wasn’t often that she’d chosen to ride solo, but she was on one this night. It was the weekend, so the traffic was expected, but losing her power hadn’t been something she’d ever anticipated. For years she’d been running shit, making boss bitch moves, and sitting real pretty on top of the world. However, since her brother-in-law Mitch’s release, Macie has been experiencing loss after loss. Money. Power. Respect. These were three things she’d spent decades building. These were three things that made the world go around in a man’s world, and though Macie was a woman; she didn’t take lightly having it all snatched away from her. Nothing infuriated her more than losing control. Taking a deep pull from the kush-filled blunt she held in her left hand, she turned down the block 50 Cent’s I Get Money boomed from the club, and could be heard from one end of the block to the other.

Vory had been assisting her since Able was killed, but in more ways than one, he was nothing like Able. Macie had never been the most patient, and she wasn’t in the business of training anyone. She understood that some things a person could be taught, and some things were innate. Her connection with Able had lasted for so long because he shared the same mind, and always understood where she was coming from. Vory asked too many questions. Aggravation raced through her as she placed her car in park, and smudged her blunt. Macie stepped out of her car clothed in a designer black/white polka dot sheer blouse tucked inside fitted black leather pants, and black stiletto red bottom heels.

After serving two fiends, Vory turned to walk towards Macie with a smile. “What’s goin’ on, boss lady?”

“Cut the shit,” Macie said with a mug on her face. “Why the fuck haven’t you handled that situation?” She asked, pissed.

Vory rubbed the back of his neck. “About that,” he began. “Gettin’ close to her may take more time. Ol’ girl work at the fuckin’ prison. Nigga ain’t tryna get hemmed up, and–”

“Do I look like I wanna hear all these fuckin’ excuses?” Macie quizzed calmly, but swiftly grabbed her gun from her waistband. “Go kill that bitch today! I don’t give a fuck about how you gotta do it!” Macie seethed. “‘Cause if she not dead by morning, I’ma erase you my fuckin’ self,” she seethed.

Vory shook his head. “Macie, I think it’ll be best for you to find anotha nigga to do it. This shit way too fuckin’ risky–”

Pst…Pst…Pst

Without hesitation, Macie killed Vory, then watched as he hit the pavement before walking away. She was tired of him playing in her face, and she couldn’t stand a nigga who didn’t have what it took to make shit happen no matter the risks.

“Worthless ass nigga,” Macie stated after getting back in her car.

She flipped down the visor just above her head, and fixed her eyelash. She backed out of the alley like she'd just finished running another errand. It was a cold world, and this shit came with the territory. Anyone who was truly in these lanes, they knew what they had signed up for. Macie grabbed her phone and called Sienna because she was sick of her ass too.

“Hello,” Sienna answered quietly as she walked out of Monae’s room, and quickly made her way to her own.

“Your ass better have some good news for me ‘cause your car been parked at my son’s house for the last week,” Macie stated, annoyed already with the sound of Sienna’s voice.

Sienna quickly closed her door, then inhaled slowly. “My car has been parked here because Monae and I now live with Monroe,” Sienna revealed, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. “He said he wanted us to be close to him,” Sienna lied because the truth would get her killed quick.

Macie didn’t respond right away.

“Hello?” Sienna said, wondering had the line been disconnected.

“Bitch, I heard you,” Macie shot flatly. “Have you fucked him yet?” Macie asked.

“No, I haven’t,” Sienna told the truth. “It’s mostly been about Monae. He’s been trying to get to know her.”

Macie listened, but couldn’t help wondering why he hadn’t called, or stopped by her house to see her yet. She couldn’t help but think about how the secret she’d kept from her son all these years had affected him mentally and emotionally. Despite the facts, it didn’t worry her enough to reach out to him first. She knew when Monroe was ready to talk to her, he knew where she was.

“I hope your ass been doing your kegel exercises ‘cause you need to have another baby,” Macie informed her.

Sienna's entire body stiffened. “What!” Sienna was flabbergasted.

“You heard what the fuck I said, bitch. You have two months to get pregnant by my son, ’cause if you don’t–”

“Okay, Macie…but,” Sienna was hesitant.

“Two months,” Macie reiterated, then disconnected the call.

As soon as Sienna dropped the phone on her bed, she heard Monroe's footsteps jogging up the stairs. There was no time for her to wallow in defeat, she was in deep water, and it was sink or swim. Monroe had been gone for a couple of days, and for all she knew, he was with the same woman who’d been distraught when she came to Monroe’s house unannounced. Lord, please give me some peace of mind. Sienna closed her eyes and inwardly prayed. Once done, she took a deep breath, and walked down the hall that led to Monroe’s room. His door wasn’t fully closed, and just before Sienna pushed the door open, she stopped herself, remembering things weren’t the same as they were years ago.

Tap…Tap…Tap

She stood there for a moment waiting for Monroe to invite her in, or at least come to the door and acknowledge her. A whole minute went by, and she was still standing there. Pushing the door open a little more, she stuck her head in, and that’s when she heard the water from the shower running. The war raged within her because there was a part of her that wanted to walk away and give him a little space, but the other side of her wanted to walk in and make herself comfortable in his bed. Not because of malicious intent, but because she really just wanted to be close to him again. Sienna wanted to lay on top of his chest, and listen to his heartbeat like she used to do when he came home late. She wanted to shower him with all the love she’d yearned to give him for the last decade.