Chapter 18 Kastian
KASTIAN
I’d seen Doll’s ass a hundred times before, but I still couldn’t tear my eyes away from her ample backside. Either I was drunk and tripping, or it had gotten bigger. What made the fact that I was mesmerized even crazier was that she had clothes on. And I still couldn’t take my eyes off of it.
“Sorry for the mess. I had a birthday party for my niece earlier. Well, it was more like a preparty. Her real party is next weekend.”
Her comment finally made me stop ogling her behind. My gaze swept around the apartment. It wasn’t a mess, there were just balloons, a backdrop for pictures in the kitchen, and a few leftover party favors on the island in the kitchen.
“How old is your niece?”
Doll turned around and smiled. “She will be four in three days, and she’s my whole heart. Her mother just carried her, but she’s my baby for real. When TT Leeanne comes in the room, she doesn’t care who has her. She runs to me.”
Damn, I’d had sex with Doll countless times, and I forgot her name was Leeanne.
To be fair, I’d never called her that, so it was easy to forget.
Doll removed her shoes and led me to her bedroom.
We both knew why I was there, and that was what I liked about Doll.
She never made shit more than what it was.
That thought made me chuckle inwardly because even while I was drunk off my ass, I knew that I’d gone against the grain.
I was trying to make shit more than what it was with Persia.
All in my feelings like a female because she didn’t want to be with a nigga. I’d officially turned into a sucka.
I had been replaying what happened over and over in my mind.
At times, I felt I overreacted, but there was no need to pretend that Persia talking to other men didn’t bother me.
I didn’t care to know about it, so the best thing for me to do was to distance myself.
Maybe I had done it in a fucked up manner, and when I stopped being stubborn, I’d apologize.
In an effort to stop thinking about Persia two days after I got back from Miami, I got dumb drunk and left the club with Doll.
It had been a minute since we had sex, and I was looking forward to it because Doll had some great pussy, and her head game was top notch.
To my knowledge, she didn’t straight up sell her body to anybody with money, but she kept a few money getting niggas in her pocket, and they looked out for her generously.
I couldn’t hate on that. I strapped up every time we had sex, and she’d shown me more than once the proof that she got checked every six months.
She showed me records dating back a few years, and she’d never had an STD.
I still wouldn’t hit her raw though. I was also smart enough to know that any disease you could get in your genitals, you could get in your mouth.
That was where my dumb ass folded like a lawn chair because I wasn’t turning head from Doll down.
I had barely taken my jeans off when she attacked my dick like a starved woman.
I knew sex with Doll would be exceptionally good because she told me she’d taken an X pill before work. Doll on a pill made a man’s toes curl. She had back-to-back orgasms, the pussy got insanely wet, and she took the D like a straight up G in any position you could put her ass in.
“Got damn,” I moaned as she practically swallowed my dick whole.
If sex alone was enough to make me fall, Doll would have me a long time ago.
I just wasn’t the type to be loved out over a female just because the sex was good, or she had a pretty face.
Personality, her aura, and her vibe mattered.
I was starting to think the problem was me until Persia showed me different.
Annoyed that I was getting grade A head and thinking about Persia, I snapped back to the present and palmed the back of Doll’s head. “Eat that muhfuckin’ dick up.”
Doll moaned and sucked like she was having the time of her life. When I saw her trembling, I knew she’d had an orgasm from sucking me off.
“Grab those ankles,” I commanded while grabbing the condom from my jeans.
Doll did as I requested and while she waited for me to roll the Magnum down my shaft, she made her ass cheeks clap.
I was gone off the liquor, so it was going to be a long night, but I knew she’d be able to keep up.
I had taken ecstasy once when I was seventeen, and I didn’t like the way it made me felt.
But sex with a woman that was rolling on E was always a good time.
They could go rounds and their pussy would never dry up. At least not the ones I encountered.
Doll may have had a few niggas on her team, but that pussy was tight.
So tight and wet that I groaned the moment I slid into her.
Gripping her waist so she wouldn’t topple over, I pounded in and out of her like a mad man.
Her shrills of pleasure filled the room as her juices coated my balls and stomach.
She felt so good, I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip.
“Kastian, baby, oh my God, I’m about to cum. Fuck me, baby, pleasseeee,” she begged as if I wasn’t already knocking the lining out of her ass.
Doll’s orgasm had her knees buckling. The hold I had on her was the only reason she didn’t hit the floor.
I carried her over to the bed and told her to get on her knees.
Admiring her ass, I smacked the left cheek then the right one.
Doll began twerking and making her ass bounce while I rubbed my dick up and down her slit.
“Put it in baby, please.” Doll was like a mad woman for the dick.
“Say please one more time,” I murmured as I continued to tease her.
“Please. Please Kastian, baby please. I need it.”
I plunged back into Doll, and she screamed like a banshee as she came again. It was going to be a long, fun ass night.
The next day, I woke up and went to the gym, so I could sweat all the alcohol that I’d consumed out.
I hadn’t been that drunk in a minute, and I got dumb drunk with Persia in Miami.
I needed a break from alcohol, and that would be hard since Persia’s ass had me in my feelings.
Weed would have to do, and I would have to pray it didn’t make my anxiety act up.
It was a hit or miss with marijuana depending on the strain.
Most times, I tried to stick with what I knew to avoid any potential issues.
While I was in the gym, I left my phone in the car.
Once my workout was done, I walked around the corner to Ryder’s protein bar and got a protein bowl.
It had Greek yogurt, Nutella, granola, fruit, and some mo’ shit.
In the car as I ate, I got comfortable in the seat and checked my missed calls and text messages.
Ryder had called me twice. My mother and sister had called me also.
I returned my mother’s call first, then my sister, and finally, Ryder.
“What up?”
“Where you at man?”
All I could do was sigh. I could hear it in his voice. That same somber tone he always had when something was weighing him down. It didn’t matter what it was, I knew he wouldn’t want to talk about it over the phone.
“Sitting outside of the gym. I just left the protein bar.”
“Hold tight, I’m like five minutes away.”
“Bet.”
Life had been pretty chill since I left the game, and Ryder followed suite.
Things could for sure get stressful with running businesses, but it was a different kind of stress than being in the drug game.
I had enjoyed the peace that came with retiring from selling drugs.
Life was still life, however, and the bullshit could still come.
By the time Ryder arrived, I had demolished the protein bowl and was plotting on what else I could eat.
After cardio and weightlifting, I was starving, and one protein bowl wasn’t going to fill me up.
Ryder walked over to my car, and I hit the button to unlock the doors.
No lie, the moment he got in the car, I could feel the heaviness he brought with him.
My mind immediately went to death. Hopefully, nobody had died.
“The Feds got Lox.”
“Nigga what?” I looked at him like he was crazy. He had to be playing. The look on his face let me know it was far from a joke, but I still couldn’t process it. “When? Where?”
“They must have been following him or had his phone tapped or something because they literally ran up on the man when he was leaving the doctor with Shia.”
“Fuckkkkk,” I groaned. Lox’s girlfriend Shia was five months pregnant with their first child.
When Lox made the decision to stay in the game, I introduced him to my connect without hesitation.
Just because I was tired of the game didn’t mean he had to be.
I was never fully comfortably after Ray Ray’s ass snitched.
Lox knew that Ray Ray had turned informant, but he still didn’t have the desire to leave the game.
“Yeah,” Ryder stated while shaking his head. “Shia isn’t taking it well. The way she was screaming and hollering can’t be good for the baby. You know more than likely, he won’t get a bond, so he’s just going to sit until trial.”
I was beyond upset. The worst part was, I felt an immense amount of guilt.
Nah, I didn’t make Lox hustle. He was a grown man that was of sound mind and body, but maybe I should have encouraged him to leave.
Some people simply couldn’t see past dope boy dreams, and I didn’t judge them for that.
My homie made it to thirty with no kids.
As soon as he got his girl pregnant and became excited about being a father, his freedom was taken away.
“If I know Lox, he had money stashed. We just have to hope the Feds don’t run up in his crib.
Everything is in Shia’s name but still, you know how those muhfuckas can get down.
Whatever he has stashed she needs to make last for herself and the baby as long as possible. I’m going to get a lawyer for him.”
It was a federal case. Most of the time they didn’t even come for a person until they had mountains of evidence.
Not even a person that snitched would get his time completely wiped out.
You could give up an entire cartel and might only get two or three years shaved off the sentence.
That in mind, I doubted there was anything a lawyer could do.
But I didn’t know everything, so I wasn’t going to try and persuade him not to waste his money.
“I’ll get in touch with her and ask her how much the rent is. I’ll pay it up for a couple of months.”
“I love Ryder like a brother, and I know he loves me too. But I’ve seen niggas turn on their blood when they get hit with those double digits. You think he’s gon’ remain solid?”
I didn’t put anything past anybody, but if Lox got in that interrogation room and dropped me and Ryder’s name it would hurt. “I hope so,” I mumbled.
I didn’t want to see my dog in prison, but that was a consequence of the game.
Which was the reason I decided to get out of it.
I was tired of looking over my shoulder.
All the runners that used to hustle for me and the clientele that I sold to all started dealing with Lox.
Niggas would have to find a new connect.
Some hustler out there was going to get all that new business, and he would be the next one on top.
It was the circle of life when it came to the streets.
Running a hand over my waves, I pushed out a sigh.
“I guess now we just wait for him to call,” I rested my head on the seat.
“I’m about to get on that lawyer situation right now. Be easy my G.”
“You do the same.”
Ryder got out of the car. I started it and pulled off.
“Damn!” I hit the steering wheel while sitting idle at a red light. All kinds of things ran through my mind.
Did he have any drugs on him when they got him?
Large amounts of money? What did they have on him?
My hands tightened around the steering wheel.
I should have let niggas kill Ray Ray. I hadn’t seen or heard from him in a minute but if I ever ran into him, he just might die.
His death wouldn’t matter though. Not in Lox’s case.
If they had him on a wiretap or in photos selling drugs, that was all they needed from Ray Ray.
A nigga couldn’t even try and do a good deed by putting broke cats on.
A lot of people came to us broke and begging to be put on.
Never in my life had I attempted to force anyone to sell drugs.
Begging to be put in the game and then snitching was nasty work, but they didn’t care.
All they cared about was getting sentenced to the least amount of time possible.
It wasn’t just me and Ryder that I hoped Lox kept his mouth shut about.
My old connect was straight from the trenches of Colombia.
He could get Lox touched faster than I could blink.
If Lox got in that room and started talking too much there was no doubt in my mind that Guevo would find out.
And if that happened, Lox wouldn’t have to worry about getting a long sentence because he’d be dead.
Shit, I might end up dead too simply for introducing Lox to Guevo. The perils of being a hustler.