Too Many One Nights (DeLuca Brothers #1)

1. Chapter One

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Chapter One

Lincoln ‘Buck’ DeLuca

“F uck,” I grunted as shorty sucked the skin off my dick. I noticed her eyeing me as I walked out the gas station. After doing a mental assessment of her thick frame, I summoned her to my car, where she was currently sucking me off. This is how most of my interactions with the opposite sex were. I slut these hoes out and go about my business. They didn’t appreciate when niggas gave a fuck, so it is what it is.

My phone was going off back-to-back, fucking up my concentration. I tried my best to ignore it, but it was ringing nonstop. Peeling my eyes open, I glanced and saw it was my lil’ brother, Jackson, or Stacks, as we called him, blowing me the fuck up. The ringing finally stopped but started right back.

“Gah, damn, nigga! You dead or some?” I barked, clearly fucking irritated.

“Nah, but you gone be if you don’t hurry up and get here. Pops all irate and shit and I’ain got time for the shit.” I knew we had a meeting, but I couldn’t pass up shorty’s mouth.

“Shit,” I grunted unintentionally. “Give me about—” I looked down at shorty. “—fuck. Give me ten minutes.”

“Whatever, nigga.” Stacks hung up in my face and I got back to the task at hand.

“Hurry up and pull this nut out. I got shit to do.”

She never stopped sucking, but I got sidetracked when I took the call. Getting my head back in the game, I gripped the back of her neck and enjoyed the feeling of her slick mouth and tongue as she started to make my toes grip the soles of my Alexander McQueen sneakers. I felt my nut about to surface, so I braced myself for the impactful sensation that I knew it would provide.

“Shit,” I breathed out. “Get ready to catch this shit.” No sooner than the words left my mouth, my seeds were shooting out of my dick and to their new residence, which was down her throat. She kept sucking after I was done, but I removed her head from my lap and grabbed a wet wipe from my middle console to clean myself. I let down the window to discard the wipe and turned around to see she was still sitting in my passenger seat like she was waiting on a payment or some shit.

“Aye, I gotta bounce,” was all I said.

“Oh. Can I see you later?”

“Doubt it.”

“Oh. Well, can I—”

“―You can get out,” I cut her off. “I’on know what you were expecting, shorty, but I can assure you that this ain’t it.” I glanced her way, and she had a sour look on her face.

“Fu—” before she could issue her insult, I had my Glock in her face. Not on any day the Lord made did I let a muthafucka play with me… bitches included. I’d have you on his doorstep explaining how you fucked up the assignment before you could process the shit.

“I’m not a repeat offender, shorty. That includes repeating myself. I let my bitch do all the talking for me, and she’on talk nice.”

After issuing my warning, she scrambled out of my car, fumbling to shut the door behind her. Once she was out my way, I sped out of the parking lot and headed to DeLuca Enterprises. DeLuca Enterprises owned the largest cargo business here in Cannon Hills. We worked closely with numerous businesses to transport their products internationally. Majority of our customers were legit, but we definitely had some who weren’t. Ourselves included. We supplied the drugs and artillery that came in and out of Cannon Hills to the local dealers. Shit didn’t move without the DeLuca stamp of approval.

***

When I parked my Navigator in my designated COO parking space, I hopped out and headed inside. I took the elevator to the twelfth floor, where our meeting room was located. When I walked in, my pops halted his words and pinned me with a nasty glare. Ignoring him, I took my rightful seat on the right side of my pops, while Stacks sat on the left. The look that he gave me would make the average muthafucka falter under his gaze with fear. Grant DeLuca was feared by damn near every man breathing. Known as Dinero in the streets, he had a reputation of laying down the law with any and everybody that he came across. That shit didn’t work with me. I came from his nut sack. We were one of one. Even though I gave my pops the utmost respect, I was still a man at the end of the day, just like he was.

“Back to what I was saying.” He turned back to the crowd. “I can provide you with the containers that you’re looking for, but I’m going to need more than the twenty-five percent that you’re offering. DeLuca Enterprises hasn’t made it this far by accepting crumbs. Your offer will be for forty-five percent or nothing,” he stated. I could tell that he didn’t like what my pops said, but he had no other option but to find it or get the fuck on.

“Dinero, my friend. That’s pretty steep,” that Hispanic muthafucka, Maseo, vexed.

“It’s my final and only offer.”

Looking between his team, he sighed before he spoke. I know he didn’t want to take the offer, but he had no choice.

“Can I think about it?” he quizzed.

“Once you leave out this room, the offer is no longer on the table. You knew the terms before bringing yo’ black beans and rice eating ass in this muthafucka. Forty-five percent or nothing. You better hope I’on up the shit to fifty for pissing me the fuck off,” I snarled. I hated when a muthafucka tried to get over just because they thought they could.

Negotiations were my thing. That’s why my pops and Stacks were blowing me up. For the most part, I didn’t let pussy interfere with my business, but I needed to bust that nut. They better be glad I did, or they’d be cleaning these niggas brains off the conference table.

Sighing in defeat, he agreed to the terms. My pops informed them they would have their contract sent within twenty-four hours, and they had the same amount of time to have it sent back. Now that everyone seemed to be on the same page, Maseo and his crew left, and my pops started his bullshit.

“Buck, did you forget we had this meeting today?”

“Nah, I didn’t.”

He stared at me blankly, like he expected another response.

“So, why the fuck were you late? The last time I talked to you, you said you were on the way. The fuck happened between then and now?”

Smirking, I told him about shorty I met at the gas station and let her suck me off before I came. He cursed my black ass out as usual, but I didn’t give a fuck about that, and he knew it. I lived up to every perception of being the middle child, and I was proud of that shit. I was still young, and I was gone enjoy that shit.

“If this shit happens again, I’m putting your incompetent ass on probation,” he threatened.

I waved him off because he was always threatening me with that shit, but as soon as I told my mama on his ol’ hating ass, the tune changed.

“We done here?” I was already in the process of getting up, so I didn’t care whether he was done or not, because I was. This meeting was already taking place after hours, so I didn’t want to be here longer than I had to. I had my own shit to check in on. I owned Vault, which was a gambling house, and a sports bar called Linc’s. He could stay here, and fake preach all he wanted, but I was out.

“Don’t be late to the next meeting, Buck.”

“Mhm. Aye, you rolling with me?” I asked Stacks.

“Yeah. You can drop me off at home. I drove my bike, and it’s starting to rain.”

Nodding my head, I dapped and hugged my pops, with Stacks following suit. When we made it to my car, our older brother Kilo was calling.

“You missed the meeting,” I said as soon as the call connected.

“They had some shit going on in here, so I had to wait. The chick I fuck wit’ was off today,” he informed us. He was currently serving a ten-year bid for involuntary manslaughter. Shit definitely wasn’t involuntary. Very much premeditated, but the DeLuca name carried much weight. Pops would’ve preferred he didn’t do any time, but Kilo refused. He wanted to serve his time so the streets wouldn’t think he was a soft nigga. People got the misconception that this nigga was soft because he was more on the quiet side. That was far from the case. He preferred to play the background and peep everything. This nigga was just as unhinged as I was. He just kept his shit tucked away, whereas I wore my shit like a badge of honor.

“This nigga was late, so he can’t say shit,” Stacks laughed.

“Must’ve run into a bitch,” Kilo laughed.

“Don’t worry about if I was late or not. I was there, bitch. Unlike you,” I fired back, before accepting the blunt from Stacks.

“Yeah, aight. Where y’all niggas headed?”

“Gotta run by Vault and Linc’s. I’ll probably be at the bar until it closes. I gotta go over the inventory list and shit so Kasha (Kah-Shuh) can place the order.” It was playoff time, and my shit was the hottest spot in town, so I had to make sure everything ran smoothly.

“Aight. I’ll have a location for you in a few days. Same shit.”

Kilo may have been behind bars, but he still handled his part of the business, which was overseeing the narcotics division. With little to work with and even fewer resources, he still did that shit with precision.

“Bet. Stacks will be there,” I affirmed.

“The fuck you gone be doing?” he frowned.

“Making sure yo’ ass get there.” I smirked at my little brother because he hated for us to boss him around.

“Nigga, fuck you,” he spat.

The conversation with Kilo lasted until I made it to Vault. After assuring him that shit would be handled on our end, we ended the call and headed inside. I didn’t plan on being in this muthafucka long, so I hope nobody gave me a reason to. The gambling house was located in the hood, since that’s where most of the gambling muthafuckas lived. Linc’s on the other hand, was located in the heart of downtown Cannon Hills. It was nestled in a pristine spot, located among high-end boutiques and five-star restaurants. This was my only location at the moment, but I planned on opening one in The Cove near the water.

***

When I walked in, I let my eyes do a quick scan of the place. It was three levels in here. We entered through the back, where we were on the unground level. Down here, I hosted amateur boxing matches. You could sign up and let muthafuckas place bets on who they thought would win the battle. The nights we had that nigga Juke; I was guaranteed to break the bank. That nigga was a beast, but he didn’t want to do the shit professionally. We had a nice lil’ system in place and the shit worked for us.

The second level was where I had everything you would find in a Vegas casino. From slot machines to craps; we had it. Muthafuckas didn’t need to go to Vegas when they could come to Cannon Hills. The top level was basically a lounge area. It was set up like a small lounge with a bar included. There was already a two-drink minimum in place, but as long as you were gambling, you could drink all you wanted after that. It was up to our discretion, though. I wasn’t about to let a muthafucka get drunk off their asses on my watch and go out and kill himself or somebody else. If I wanted the muthafucka dead, I’d do it myself.

“Buck!” Hearing my name being called, I tittered in that direction. It was one of my table attendants, Shari. Of course I fucked, but she knew I didn’t double dip, but that didn’t include her mouth.

“Wassup, Shari?”

“You might wanna visit table six. Nigga, over there losing his mind and shit. He’s losing and claiming we’re cheating. Rosco just threw his ass out the other day for that shit, but he still came in doing the same shit.” I nodded my head and headed in that direction with Stacks on my heels. When I approached the table, all the chatter ceased. Muthafuckas knew I wasn’t the one to fuck with, yet this nigga felt his nuts were big enough to try the shit.

“Aye, nigga! The fuck is you on?” I barked once I approached him.

His drunk ass couldn’t have known who the fuck had approached him because he hopped up out of his seat and attempted to jump in my face, but the blow to his throat made him back the fuck down. Gripping him by his collar, I pulled his slumped body up, so that we were now face to face.

“Listen, bitch. Make this ya last day in this muthafucka. Since you can’t lose with some fuckin’ dignity, you gotta go.” I seethed.

“Wha—what about m―my money?” he stuttered.

“What fuckin’ money?” I slammed his head against the table.

Bending down to his level, I spoke directly in his face. “Be lucky I’m in a good fuckin’ mood or your brains would be dripping all over the Queen of Hearts. If I see you in this muthafucka again, I’m gone send ya mama on a treasure hunt for your body parts. Now get the fuck outta here.” I stood back to my full height. “Aye, get this nigga outta here and if he makes it in here again, y’all gone share a plot.” I spoke to my security Rosco. Nigga only got incompetent when pussy was involved, so a bitch must’ve had his attention tonight.

After making sure this shit was handled, I did another sweep and took a look around the bar and was ready to head out. I still needed to go by Linc’s and post up. Hopefully, that shit wouldn’t be rowdy like this muthafucka. Regardless of my reputation, I didn’t like being in shit unless it was wet and warm.

“Nigga, you need therapy,” Stacks laughed as we made it back to my car.

“I’on need shit. Muthafuckas need to know that I’m not the nigga to be fucked up with. The sooner they figure that shit out, a happier place the world will be.”

“Buck!” I turned around and saw Tahra, the house manager, approaching me. She was a fine thick ass muthafucka that I took down. She had a nigga and that ain’t have shit to do with me. She could suck my dick from time to time. I’ain care what she did with that nigga.

“Wassup?” I watched as she let her eyes linger on me before she started speaking.

“I have everything in place for Juke and Boom’s fight. The tickets are selling quick.” Nodding, I liked the sound of that. That meant my money would look good from the fight and I was never gone be mad about making more money.

“Aight, bet. Make sure y’all got everything that y’all need so shit can run smoothly. I’ain got time for bullshit or incompetence on fight night.” She simply nodded because she knew I was done with the conversation. It wasn’t shit else to talk about it.

***

When we pulled up to Linc’s, the parking lot was packed. That made me smile because I knew it was hella money inside. It was playoff time, and the Cannon Hills Canons were playing. We drafted the number one draft pick, Titan Samuels, and traded Andros Carlson from the Montmorenci Monarchs. The Super Bowl was looking real good for us this year.

“Damn, this muthafucka packed. Let a nigga hol’ something.” Stacks looked at me and grinned.

“Man, watch out. You got just as much money as I do, if not more.” I walked thru the crowded bar to make sure the patrons were on their best behavior. Unlike with Vault, I didn’t have security posted up. For one, it was in the middle of everything. Second, I was security ’round this bitch.

I made my way to the bar where my head bartender, Armani, was posted up, smiling in a customer’s face. When she saw me, she tried to straighten up since she had her titties all in his face. I guess she thought I gave a fuck. I didn’t. I fucked her once, like I do every other bitch and went about my business. She just knew that she would be the one to ‘break’ me, but the only thing I broke was my dick off in that desert she called a pussy.

“Oh, hey, Buck. Stacks,” she spoke, way too eagerly.

“’Sup,” Stacks countered.

“How shit looking?” I bypassed the pleasantries and got straight to the reason I was here.

“Oh, everything is great. The bar is jumping as well as the kitchen. It was a good idea to have fifty cent wings from eight to eleven. You know niggas love chicken and liquor, among other things,” she flirted.

“You got the inventory list so I can look over it before I give it to Kasha?” I didn’t have time for her weak ass advances. If I’m being completely honest, she was blowing my high and pissing me off.

“Oh—uh, yeah, I got it.” I scanned the bar area while she located the list that I was looking for. I saw the other bartender, Jaz, helping a few customers. Had she got here before Armani, I would’ve fucked her instead. Armani was enough in one establishment. I didn’t have time for these hoes to be bickering and not doing their job. After scanning the bar, I spotted my victim for tonight. I had no intentions of fucking on anybody tonight, but shorty was fine as a muthafucka. She had those braids with the curly pieces that the chicks were wearing. The blonde contrasted with her caramel colored skin perfectly. I almost forgot about this being a one-time event because she was just that fine. Too bad she would only experience this dick once, and I probably won’t even get her name.

“I see that look in ya eye, nigga. What you see?” Stacks observed.

“None a ya business, nigga.” I smirked before making my way towards the end of the bar. When I approached shorty, I saw her breathing hitch.

“Whatever, nigga. Lemme go find Kasha’s fine ass.” He smirked.

“I’ain saying shit when she beat yo’ ass.” I laughed as he walked off in the opposite direction.

“This ya lucky night, shorty. Grab ya shit and come roll wit’ me.” I didn’t have to do much, because these bitches couldn’t wait to say they had the ‘Buck Experience’, whether or not they ever experienced it again.

Turning on my heels, I almost knocked Armani over.

“Gah damn. The fuck you all on a nigga back for?” I frowned.

“I—here’s the list,” she stammered.

I peered down at her and took the list from her. “Aight. Back up.” Walking around her, I took the list to Kasha’s office. I didn’t see her, but I knew she was ’round here somewhere. When I made it back, I headed toward Stacks, who was back at the bar, eating an order of wings.

“Aye, I’m out. You can take my car, but don’t scratch my shit. If you do, I’m shooting you and telling mommy you started with me. You know I’m her favorite.” I smirked. “Jaz, you can leave after the rush unless you wanna stay. That’s up to Kasha.”

I kept a spare car at both spots at all times. I never knew when I needed to switch shit, or like now, when my brother needed a ride. He was always on that damn bike, anyway.

“Nigga, fuck yo’ shit.” He smirked.

Sharing a laugh, I dapped my baby brother up and headed to find shorty. When I made it upfront, she was standing up by the door, looking down at her phone.

“Come on,” was all I said. I didn’t see the need in asking was she ready, because that part was clear.

I hope she enjoyed this shit because it was gone be outta sight, outta mind once I got my nut.