Chapter 12
As soon as Savio made sure Cashmere and Ivoree were tucked away, he left again to find Twizz.
Of course, he made sure the security stationed at their house were aware of what went down so they could be extra cautious.
He also called the security that was on the scene back at the store to check that they had dealt with Harold.
They confirmed that he had been handled.
How, exactly, they couldn’t say over the phone.
Savio had been calling Twizz since he left Cashmere’s house twenty minutes ago, but he hadn’t answered.
That pissed him off. He didn’t want to believe that Twizz had gotten Ivoree into some shit after Savio specifically told the lil nigga to stay away from the streets.
Twizz could be hardheaded, though, just like Savio.
They were men and needed to find their own way.
Savio wondered if he needed to let Twizz go and let him find his way.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, he spotted Twizz’s candy apple truck parked on the corner of one of Ellway Project’s busiest streets. Savio quickly parked right behind him and then hopped out. He took long strides toward Twizz’s passenger door before he yanked it open.
“Yo—”
“Chill, nigga. It’s me,” Savio said as he slammed the door closed. Since he raised Twizz, he knew the lil nigga was about to pull a gun out on him in the next second if Savio didn’t announce himself.
When he looked at Twizz, his suspicions were confirmed. The younger man’s hand rested on the middle console like he was about to pop it open and pull something out.
“Fuck, you almost got lit up.”
Savio ignored him. “Why Harold run up on Ivoree while we were out today?”
Twizz’s eyes grew wide, and he cursed under his breath before he ran a hand down his face. “Man, look—”
“I don’t want to hear shit but an explanation.
” Savio tried hard to keep shit respectful, but it wasn’t easy.
He’d gotten Twizz set up with this job. The way he looked at it, this was a get out of jail free card.
Literally. If Twizz wanted to fuck that up, that was officially on him.
Savio couldn’t allow anyone to drag him down.
“Damn, G. I was about to give you an explanation. You good?”
It was Savio’s turn to run a hand down his face as he tried to calm his nerves. He knew he came at Twizz strong as hell, and he needed to find a way to calm down.
“My bad. Tell me what happened. Don’t leave nothin’ out.”
Twizz nodded slowly. “Remember that party I told you about the other day?” After Savio nodded, Twizz continued.
“I wasn’t gonna go after we talked. Harold called me and told me they were havin’ a casino type theme, and he wanted me to roll through.
He knows I get down on the Blackjack table, and I think he needed a few high rollers on the scene.
I told him I couldn’t go and let it at that, but Vee overheard me.
“She was real interested in goin’ to the party and convinced me to bring her for just an hour.
Said she never got to go to a hood party since her sister pulled her up out of there when she was sixteen.
I fell for the ol’ okey doke, bro, I know.
I been tryna make up for it ever since. I wanted to fix this shit on my own. That’s why I’m here.”
Savio looked around in confusion as he tried to process what Twizz said. He wasn’t sure he was following. “I ain’t followin’, T. What happened at that party, and what that gotta do with where we at right now?”
Twizz gestured toward a green house on the corner. “That’s where Harold’s baby mama lives. I been tryna get up wit’ him to pay this debt so he can get off Vee’s back.”
“I thought you were the one with the debt?”
Something wasn’t adding up. Savio needed Twizz to give up the full story.
“What? Man, I know better than to owe niggas in Ellway a debt. Shit, niggas know better than to owe me a debt. I ain’t stupid. When have you ever known me to owe a debt?”
Savio shook his head. He had to give Twizz that. Owing debts was a dangerous game in Ellway. Niggas took their money very seriously because, for a lot of people, the shit was hard to come by, and if a nigga had a lot of money, it became more about the principle of it all.
“You right. Continue.”
“We got to the party, and Ivoree went a bit crazy. She was running up debts but didn’t bring any cash.
She didn’t want to take money out of the ATM because she didn’t want Cash to know where she’d been.
It was a mess. She and Harold got into an argument when she tried to leave, and I had to intervene .
. . Shit got messy. I been tryna link wit’ him to pay off the debt, but I guess he got to her first.”
“That’s yo’ word?” Savio asked as he stroked the hairs on his chin. His eyes bore into Twizz’s eyes.
His lil homie didn’t flinch or look away when he said, “That’s my word.”
Then that was law. Savio didn’t raise a damn liar. It was hard for Savio to picture Ivoree, the goodie two shoes, as someone who went crazy at a Ellway party, but the way Cashmere sheltered her, it kind of made sense.
Savio grabbed the door handle, but before he got out, he said, “Don’t worry about the debt. I got it handled. From now on, keep shit professional, Twizz. This ya last chance. I ain’t gonna warn you again. Don’t let that girl talk you into shit else. You hear me?”
He hated to talk to Twizz like that because he was a grown ass man, but it was out of love. Savio wanted to see Twizz win. Nothing more and nothing less.
“I hear you.”
They shook up before Savio got out of the car, wondering how the hell he was going to report all this back to Cashmere. One thing baby didn’t play about was her little sister, and he’d just started to get her to open up.
“Damn,” he muttered as he walked toward his car, gearing up for what was sure to be a heated conversation.
“Are you out of your rabid ass mind?” Cashmere asked as she glared at Savio.
“Precious, just hear me out—”
“Nah. Not if you’re about to blame this whole thing on my sister.
Vee doesn’t kick it with felons, Savio, in case you haven’t noticed.
” Cashmere’s face was scrunched up, but as pissed as she was, she still looked adorable to him.
She had emerald diamonds glistening on her ears, neck, and wrist. He found it funny because her cute ass wore some white sweats and a white crop top.
It didn’t matter how casually she dressed.
She was going to rock some jewels. “Are you even listening to me?”
Cashmere’s sharp voice shook him out of his trance. He cleared his throat and pushed off the wall he had been leaned up against. They were in Cashmere’s room. It was his first time in there, and the last thing he wanted to do at the moment was argue and get her worked up.
“I hear you,” he lied. He really hadn’t heard shit she said because he was too busy looking at her pretty ass.
He towered over her as he gathered her in his arms. She looked up at him, and some of the anger she portrayed seconds ago melted away.
“I’m going to keep an eye on the situation, aight?
I promise. I won’t let shit happen to you or to Vee.
More security for her will be in position tomorrow. ”
“And Twizz?”
“He’s still on the job, but he knows he’s on thin ice. I got it handled, okay?”
And he did. He hoped that with the additional guards, it would allow Twizz to back off into a professional role with Ivoree.
According to his team, Harold was beaten up some, but he was also alive. Savio had them pay him off and warn him to stay away from Twizz and Ivoree. Harold wasn’t a threat anymore, so now that he was squared away, there was nothing for Cashmere to worry about.
Cashmere crossed her arms, putting a little distance between them. “I don’t like that he’s lyin’ on my sister.”
Savio didn’t have anything to say to that. He knew Cashmere would go to war for Ivoree on any day that ended in Y. There would be no changing her mind on Twizz’s story, so he wouldn’t even try.
Instead, he leaned down and kissed her. She tried to resist, but she was weak to him, just like he was to her. His intention was just a kiss—something to take her mind of Twizz and Ivoree, but Cashmere had other plans, apparently.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as soon as she stopped trying to fight against their passion and pulled him closer. Savio’s dick stiffened, and he groaned when he felt her hand on the zipper of his pants.
Savio pulled back just enough to ask, “You actin’ kind of hot in the ass, ain’t you?”
Cashmere cut her eyes at him and unzipped his pants before she pulled them down along with his boxers. “Shut up.”
He chuckled. Savio could tell it had been a long time since she got her pussy stretched out, so he wouldn’t make fun of her too much.
Truth be told, her boldness turned him on.
He loved that she could be this way with him but also the clumsy girl who blushed when in his presence.
That balance was everything to him and told him everything he needed to know. Cashmere Taylor liked him real bad.
He watched as Cashmere dropped to her knees in front of him and took his hard dick in her soft hand.
“Shit,” he cursed. Cashmere moaned before she licked her lips and pushed his dick into her mouth. Savio grabbed the back of her head and guided her, though she really didn’t need it. “Why you ain’t tell me you know how to suck dick so good?”
His shit was all the way down her throat, so she couldn’t respond. That was okay, though, because Savio had to concentrate on not screaming out like a bitch. Her throat was that good.
Savio had dipped in some pussy since he’d been home, but it had been a long ass time since he felt something so damn good.
His toes felt like they wanted to curl in his socks, but he kept shit cool and focused on not cumming too quick.
He watched her pretty ass for a long time, and she didn’t let up.
Spit dripped from his dick and down her chin as she looked up at him. The sight made him clench his jaw as he felt his nut build.
“Fuck.” His head dropped back, and as he stared at the ceiling, he came. He looked back down just in time to see his nut land on Cashmere’s tongue and on her juicy lips. The sight was beautiful. He watched as she licked her lips and didn’t waste one drop of his cum. That drove him crazy.
Savio picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. Something told him that Cashmere liked it rough, and he was about to show her somethin’.
“You good?” she asked playfully with an innocent look in her eyes.
She thought shit was funny. Yeah, aight.
“Take ya clothes off and turn around,” Savio ordered.
While she did as he told her, Savio took off his shirt.
When Cashmere turned around and arched her ass into the air, he damn near salivated.
She had to have the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen.
Without warning, he ran his thumb down the crack of her ass.
She flinched but then quickly relaxed as he massaged her asshole.
His tongue found her clit easily, and he wasted no time showing her what his mouth did.
“Fuck.” Cashmere moaned as she tried to reach back and grab his head.
Savio licked and sucked on her pussy so good, it only took her two minutes to cum and another thirty seconds to cum again.
After he got that second nut, he quickly grabbed a condom from his pants pocket on the floor and rolled it on before he found Cashmere’s slippery entrance. The first stroke had his head gone. If he thought Cashmere had him wide open before, shit was really about to get real.
The way her ass rippled every time he stroked her sweet ass pussy made him harder by the second.
He felt her pussy clench around him, and he bit his bottom lip as he listened to her moan and cum again.
Her juices dropped from his dick. The sight had his core tightening again as he felt that familiar buildup.
“Shit, Cashmere.” He groaned as he released his seed into the condom.
While he was still inside her, he pulled her by the neck so she was up by his face, and he kissed her deeply.
When he pulled away, he said, “I don’t think you know what you just did, Precious.”
She smirked, still high from the orgasms he’d given her, but something told him that Cashmere knew exactly what she’d just done. She made him officially fall in love with her, and there was absolutely no letting up now.