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  On the other hand, Tosha wasn’t having it. As a child, she was accustomed to certain things and as her husband; I made it my priority to make sure she had it all. I could never tell Tosha lets go out to eat and bring her to a fast food joint. She would chew my ass up and spit it right in my face.

  Putting the finishing touches on the romantic dinner that I had catered, I made sure everything was beautifully plated. When I heard her car door open and slam closed, I dimmed the lights and turned on the stereo. I met Tosha at the door and handed her a glass of wine. She looked at me with a scowl on her face and was about to curse me out until I placed my lips over hers and swallowed her words.

  At first, she was playing hard to get, but when I started grinding my dick on her, she opened her mouth and kissed me back. Soft moans escaped from her mouth as I used my tongue to explore her mouth. I could feel her body turn into putty in my arms as I began caressing her ass. Lifting her up, I laid her on the couch and knelt down in front of her.

  Unbuckling her pants, I pulled them off of her body and tossed them to the side. Using my teeth, I ripped through the fabric of her thong. Using my index and middle finger, I dug my fingers deep in her honey pot and stirred her juices around. When I was satisfied with her wetness, I licked her from the base of her pussy to her ass crack.

  Taking my time, I sucked and nibbled on her pussy lips. I latched on her clit and sucked on it while gently pulling it. Her legs were shaking as if it was an earthquake threatening to destroy the world. I lapped on her pussy juicy as if I was a dog drinking from a bowl. I was on a mission to eat every negative thought she had of me. I wanted to show her that no nigga was going to eat this pussy like I was.

  I watch her body vigorously jerk as her orgasm hit her back to back. She started clawing at my head trying to get me to stop, but I just kept feasting.

  “Oh. Ronnie. I. Can’t. Cum. No. Moooooooore!” She squirmed and tried to escape from the death grip I had on her thighs.

  “Watch me make you come again,” I said before I dove back into her swimming pool, no life jacket. If I drowned and died in her pussy then, my death wouldn’t have been in vain. I sucked on her pussy harder as if I was trying to suck a shake out of a straw while using my finger tickling her clit. She let out a throaty howl as her pussy juice gushed all over me like a fire hydrant that had been broken.

  Leaving her on the couch, I went in the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of whip cream and some cherries. I threw her limp body over my shoulder as if she was a rag doll and carried her up the stairs. Throwing her on the bed, I went in the closet to get some scarves to tie her up. I wanted her to feel this pressure I was about to bring her way without her shaking or squirming.

  Tying her up to the headboard, I made sure the scarves was tied securely around her wrist before shaking the can of whip cream and spraying it in the folds of her pussy. I ate her out as if I was in a pie-eating contest. Lubricating a cherry with some whip cream, I used it to play with her clit, before devouring and eating it. By time I was through with her, my beard was stained with whip cream and mixed with her juices.

  “You good?” I asked as I shook her limp body.

  “Uh huh.” She nodded barely able to speak.

  “Good because I’m not done yet.” I untied her from the headboard and used the scarves to tie her hand behind her back. “You wanted some dick, so I’m about to give you all the dick you can take,” I whispered in her ear and pushed her head down as I lifted her ass up.

  I stuffed my dick all the way in her slit and hit her with long strokes. She started tensing up, so I gently pushed down on her hips so that she could relax.

  “You been begging for the dick, don’t run from it now,” I huffed as I beat her pussy up as if I was a drummer on Drumline.

  “Damnmmmmmmmm,” she moaned and threw her ass back at me. I caught that shit and drilled her ass. I was hitting her pussy so good it started praising me. The only sounds that could be heard was the slapping sounds of our flesh pounding.

  Like a mother walking with her child at night, her pussy held onto me tight. The feeling of her warmth and wetness reminded me of why she was the love of my life. I hadn’t met a bitch whose pussy could compare to Tosha’s. I called her pussy Ms. Kitty because it was always purring for me.

  After digging in her guts for hours, I finally released myself in her. I knew she was on birth control and the chances of her not getting pregnant was 99.9%. That still didn’t stop me from having hope that it would fail and I would knock her ass up.

  I got up and ran her a bath in our Jacuzzi like tub. Picking up her weak body, I put her in the warm water and handed her a glass of wine. I connected my phone to the iHome and allowed the R&B station on Pandora to fill the bathroom up. Dimming the lights, I left her to enjoy her bath while I went to heat up our food. My phone began to ring, and as I checked the caller ID, I saw it was Lori. I ignored her call and turned off my phone. Tonight it was all about Tosha.

  Chapter 8

  Gunz

  The smell of the fresh weed invaded the whole room as I sat separating the product. I prepared to make my rounds with a few niggas that needed to re-up. This new weed connect that K’Money was fucking with was bringing us in mad money. Even cats from other cities were coming to our spots trying to cop. I was trying to convince K to expand, but he didn’t trust new niggas fucking with his money.

  To be a part of K’Money’s squad, there was a series of trust test you had to endure. That nigga would sometimes give niggas an extra pound of product just to test their loyalty. Over the years, we lost a lot of niggas (RIP) due to their sticky fingers.

  Packing the duffle bags with the product, I threw them in my trunk and made my way to the hood. I was a street nigga, so my house was only a few blocks away from the hood. I rep my hood hard and no amount of money would change that. Just call me Stat Quo cause you could take a nigga out the ghetto, but you couldn’t take the ghetto out of me.

  “Nigga, I’m outside,” I yelled into the phone before I hung up. I hated when Eboe’s ass had me waiting on him. It was as if his ass was always sleeping on the money. It took a lot out of me to try to keep K’Money from bodying his ass, so he would have to get his shit together real quick.

  “Damn, when I tell you be ready in an hour that’s what the fuck I mean!” I snapped as soon as he got in the car.

  “Nigga just chill, I’m here now! You got them things for me?”

  “You got my money?” Family or not this was business, so money always came first. There was time where Eboe would come up short on money and I had to put it in for him.

  Eboe grew up in a fucked up family. My uncle, his father, took pleasure in fucking him. Eboe had been getting raped by his father since he was three years old. By the age of ten, he had enough and put two in that sick nigga’s dome. His mother was even more fucked up because she turned his ass in and he ended up serving ten years. He refused to take the stand and admit his abuse, so he ended up having to serve his full term.

  When Eboe got released from jail, I felt like it was my duty to look out for him since I was the only family he had left. I introduced him to K’Money and he immediately didn’t like him, but because we were like brothers, he allowed him to join the team.

  “I got half.”

  “What you mean you got half? What the fuck I’m supposed to tell K’Money?”

  “Man you act like that nigga yo daddy or something, fuck him!”

  “You so fucking flugazy! That same nigga you rah rah about is the same nigga that put you on! Never bite the hand that feeds you, especially if it holds a pistol! You gon’ fuck around and get your face put on the back of a RIP t-shirt.”

  “If it even came down to it, who side would you be on?” he asked while he looked me in the eye. “Would you go to war for that nigga or stand on the battlefield with yo fam?” he asked with a smudged look on his face.

  To be honest, that was a fucked up situation to be in. K’Money been A1 since day one. He was my nigga; hell
we were closer than Eboe and I. On the other hand, Eboe was my family. My father always told me growing up that blood was always thicker than water. I lived by the death before dishonor code, so his question left me stuck between a rock and a hard place. I was damned if I did defend Eboe and damned if I didn’t. Either way, that was a situation that I wanted to avoid at all cost.

  “Nigga just do your job and leave all the extra shit alone.”

  “Like fucking his bitch,” he laughed. I bought the car to a complete stop. I wasn’t too sure if I heard what he said clearly, but I was about to find out.

  “What you say, bruh?”

  “Nothing, bruh you good. So, you gonna let me cop or not?”

  “This the last time, bruh, next time have your full amount or you ain’t getting shit out of me!” I said and pulled in backwards in front of one of my traps. I knew K’Money wasn’t going to go for me fronting shit, especially to Eboe, so that was fifteen grand that had to come out of my pockets to pay for the other half of the product.

  “Gunz, I need to talk to you,” a little hood trick by the name of Tiffany asked.

  “What’s good, Tiff?” I asked as I looked her over. For the first time, her body was fully covered. I was so used to seeing ass cheeks hanging out every time I saw her.

  “Can we do this in private?”

  “Man, what’s good, Tiff, I’m pressed for time.”

  “I’m tryna talk to you without all these motherfuckers in my business!”

  “Man, come here,” I said as I led her to my car. “I’m listening.”

  “I’m pregnant.”

  “Congrats.”

  “No, congrats to you.”

  “What the fuck you trying to say?”

  “It’s yours!!”

  “Get the fuck out of my car with that shit!” I snapped. I admit to fucking the girl, but her pussy wasn’t on the level of me actually catching a nut. Right after she caught hers, I flushed the condom in the toilet without catching mine, so there was no way in hell I fathered her child.

  “So, you man enough to fuck, but not claim your child.”

  “If that was my fucking child then, I would. That kid you carrying hold no relation to me.”

  “Whatever nigga,” she said as she got out the car. “You gon’ pay watch!” she said before she slammed the door and caused my window to shake.

  “Is that a threat?” I yelled out.

  “Nah, nigga, it’s a fucking promise!!”

  “Fuck you bitch you gets no juice!” I laughed and caused the crew to laugh out loud with me.

  “You fucking with that thot bitch cuz?”

  “Nah.”

  “Good cuz that loving the crew hoe done ran through everybody.”

  “Word?”

  “Hell yeah!”

  “You fucked?”

  “Numerous times.

  “Then you might be a daddy nigga!!!” I laughed before I hopped in my car and pulled off. K’Money was my brother and all, but I’ll be damned if I got caught up with some hood bitch as a baby mother.

  Chapter 9

  K’Money

  I just received a letter in the mail congratulating me on passing my drug test and encouraging me to continue to follow the rules of my probation. I couldn’t lie a nigga started blushing harder than a bitch when I read it. This was all the confirmation that I needed that shawty was feeling me. I didn’t know why she wanted to play hard to get, but I was going to find out.

  I made sure to have the flowers delivered to her an hour before I came in. I didn’t want to risk her getting in trouble if anyone saw me walking into her office with flowers.

  “You can go on back, Mr. Kain,” the receptionist said as she gave me a friendly smile. I walked in the office and was hit with the sexiest sight ever. La’Tissa was sitting there with her hair pulled back in a bun that showed off her face that didn’t have an ounce of makeup on it. The glasses she was wearing gave her a sexy, sophisticated look.

  “Good to see you’re on time, Mr. Kain,” she said and crossed her long, thick, sexy legs.

  “It’s a pleasure to see you too ma.”

  “La’Tissa.”

  “I’m sorry, La’Tissa.”

  “Now that that’s out of the way, today I am supposed to educate you on finding a job,” she said with a smirk.

  “A Job?” I snickered.

  “Yes, a job. You know a 9-5?”

  “I have one.”

  “Ok good. Where do you work? I can put it in your file to show the judge that you’re cooperating.”

  “Let me take you out to lunch,” I replied skipping all the bullshit.

  “What does lunch have to do with your job, Mr. Kain?”

  “K’Money.”

  “K’Money?” she said with a bewildered look on her face.

  “Yes. Drop the Mr. Kain bullshit.”

  “Ahhhh, I see.”

  “How about lunch?”

  “That’s a negative.”

  “Why is that?”

  “For many reasons.”

  “Enlighten me.”

  “For one, you’re a gangster, and I don’t do gangsters. Another reason…”

  “What’s your definition of a gangster?” I asked and cut her off.

  Silence

  “I’m waiting.” I stared her down

  More silence

  “I got some homework for you. I want you to look up gangster and then thug.”

  “What are you trying to say?”

  “That I ain’t a gangsta, I’m a THUG! Are we done now?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’ll pick you up for lunch next week, Friday around 12 p.m. I suggest you wait outside for me if you don’t want me coming in here acting a fool.” I winked. “Oh, and make sure you have those definitions for me.”

  I left her office and headed to La’Quasha’s house to pick up Kha’Liyah. My connect, Mustafa, was throwing a party and he insisted on me bringing my family. For some odd reason when I invited my mother, she declined, so it was would just be Liyah, Gunz, and me.

  “Where are you going?” I asked La’Quasha. She was bringing her luggage as if I gave her an invite.

  “I’m going too, fuck you mean!”

  “Man, I just want to take my daughter on vacation.”

  “You are not leaving this damn country with my daughter if I can’t go.”

  “You ain’t going!”

  “Well, neither is she!” she yelled causing a scene. “Liyah, get your shit and get back in the house! You ain’t going.”

  The puppy dog look that was on her face broke my heart. She stood there looking at me as she began to sob. I hated when La’Quasha did that shit, it was like she was playing with my daughter’s emotions to get to me.

  “Shut up with all that damn crying and let’s go!” she barked like a mad woman. If it wasn’t for my daughter and all the white people that were watching us as if we were some reality show, I would have fucked her ass up.

  “Daddy, please, I want to go too,” she whispered as she pleaded with her eyes for me to fix things. If looks could kill, La’Quasha’s ass would have been buried right now.

  “Man let’s go!” I said and picked up my daughter to place her in her booster seat. I wanted to slap that fucking smile off La’Quasha’s face. I swear the minute I was alone with her ass, I was going to put some paws on her.

  The plane ride to Oran, a city in Algeria was a long one. I fell in love with this place every time I came here; when I ever decided to retire, I was making this my permanent home. My daughter started talking a mile per minute when we finally landed. When Qua told her to shut up and she put her head down, that hurt me to the core. I never wanted my daughter to grow up with low self-esteem caused by her hoe ass mother. When we touched back in the states, I was dropping that bitch off at home and leaving with my child. She could either accept it or take two to the head.

  An all white Hummer limo came to a complete stop in front of us. The driver got out the car and
opened the door for us and we piled in. Mustafa had an all white temple like mansion that sat on the beach.

  “Welcome, Khalil,” Aamina, Mustafa's wife greeted us once we arrived.

  “Thanks for having us,” I embraced her.

  “Who is this little cutie?”

  “That’s my daughter Kha’Liyah.” Qua had Liyah so shy that she hid behind me.

  “Oh, you don’t have to be scared. My granddaughter Ayisha is here and she has a lot of toys that you can play with.”

  “Really?” Liyah asked.

  “Yes, really, would you like to come see?”

  “It’s fine, Liyah, you can go,” I said as I noticed how hesitant she had become.

  “Thank daddy!” she beamed as she grabbed Aamina’s hand and walked to the back.

  “I thought that was you,” Mustafa said as he pulled me into an embrace.

  “What’s good old man?” I joked.

  “Old man? Fifty never looked better,” he smiled. He was right; he didn’t look a day over thirty.

  “Is this your girlfriend?”

  “Yes. I’m La’Quasha,” Qua spoke up. I gave her a nasty look that Mustafa caught onto, which caused him to laugh.

  “Nice to meet you, La’Quasha, I’m glad you could make it.”

  “Your house is beautiful.”

  “Thank you. It took me three years to have built. Well Fadia will be showing you guys to your room. Sit back, relax, and make yourself at home. If you need anything feel free to ask.”

  “Let me holla at you real quick,” I told Qua as we walked inside of the room.

  “What’s up baby daddy?”

  WHAM!

  I backed handed her and caused her to fly backwards.

  “What the fuck wrong with you?” I seethed. “This shit done with man. When we get back, Liyah coming to stay with me. You are unfit!”

  “No, the fuck she ain’t”

  “Yes, she is. End of fucking discussion. Don’t even unpack yo shit, you taking your silly ass back home.”