3. Chapter Three
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Chapter Three
Buck
a few days later…
I ’ve been on the move all day and I couldn’t wait to bust a nut and take my ass to sleep. I was halfway through that mission as we speak. I had every intention of coming home to crash, but as I was getting on the elevator, I passed a broad walking out. Swiftly, I grabbed her hand and flashed my grill. Shit was too easy because I now had her bent over the couch in my living room, working her through her third orgasm while I was coming up on my second and final one.
Slap!
“Stop all that fuckin’ running and get this dick. Nigga can’t nut if you’on be still,” I argued. Shit was getting annoying because ain’t no way you this grown and can’t take dick.
“You’re too deep and rough,” she whined.
“Not my fuckin’ problem. I ain’t tryna make love, I’m tryna nut.”
After a few more ghastly strokes, I busted the nut that I was desperately waiting on inside of the condom. Drained, I fell to the side and caught my breath. After a few minutes, I noticed the girl was still curled up on my sofa. I don’t know what she thought this was, but that wasn’t it.
“Aye.” I tapped her leg, causing her to look up at me. “I’m tired as fuck, and you gotta go.” I got up and trekked to the bathroom the discard the condom. When I got back, she was still in the same spot.
“You hard of hearing?” I frowned.
“I thought I could stay and we co—” I cut her off before she could even finish her sentence.
“Did you hear an invitation? Or did you hear me say I was tired—” I pointed at my chest for emphasis. “—and you had to go.” I was now pointing at her. I really hope she got the point because I wasn’t above putting her out with her pussy on display.
“It’s late,” she started.
“Bi—” I started. “Man, get the fuck out. It was late when you brought yo’ ass in here. If you had access to get in here, then you know somebody in this building because you can’t just walk in this muthafucka. You can go there or wherever you want, but it won’t be here,” I snapped.
She had about five seconds to make her decision before I had my Glock do the shit for her. Taking heed that I wasn’t playing with her ass, she finally got up and dressed before leaving. I was nice enough to open the door for her. When we got to it, she turned around and started her bullshit.
“You think we cou—”
“Bye,” I cut her off with a shove out the door.
Closing the door behind me, I went to the chair and waited about thirty minutes before I went upstairs to my place. I never left the same time as these randoms because they didn’t need to know where I actually laid my head. I’d dead a bitch for thinking she could pull up on me with some crazy ass shit.
***
We had a truck coming in today at the bar and I was always there for that. Most people may have thought I was an asshole, and while that could be true, I had my reasons. I was gearing up for the playoff games this weekend. That was another reason I was here. I had to double check behind these muthafuckas to make sure they had the shit that they need so this weekend could be a smooth one.
After the truck was unloaded and the boxes were taken to their rightful places, I took my ass to my office.
“Aye, Kasha. Come get me when the liquor truck gets here.”
“I got you.”
Kasha may have been the only female that I didn’t try to fuck. She was about her money, and I could appreciate that, but she also had some shit going on with her. That wasn’t none of my business. As long as it didn’t interfere with her job. I should’ve kept that same energy with Armani’s ass. That bitch was like a plague, but that fat ass and those big ass titties she carried around made me good money at the bar. I guess she equated that to her being my favorite. Hell, I only knew her name by default, so she didn’t need to feel special.
When I got inside of my office, I poured myself a cup of Remy mixed with my personal stash of lean. The potent concoction burned my throat as it went down, but I didn’t flinch. I drank this shit like water, so it had little to no effect on me. While I was going over the liquor list, my phone rang. When I looked at it, I saw it was Kilo calling.
“Wassup, bro?” I greeted as soon as the line connected.
“Ain’t shit. What you got going on?”
It wasn’t even like he was in prison because this nigga stayed on the phone unless they were on lockdown. He still ran his businesses with no problems and even had a chick he was fuckin’ with. Nigga had all the luxuries of home without even being here.
“Shit. At the bar waiting on the liquor to come so I can meet Stacks at the warehouse. Wassup?”
Taking a sip from my cup, I leaned back in my chair and waited for my brother to tell me what was on his mind.
“I’m gone send this girl to the bar. I need you to hire her.” I looked at the phone as if he could see my face because he had to be tripping.
“Nigga, I know you done lost ya mind. I ain’t hiring no unknown broad.” I frowned.
“Nigga, everybody come through that muthafucka unknown. Fuck you mean?” he grit. “Besides, she’s good. Her people reached out for a favor, and I told them I’d look out.”
“Since when you started doing favors for muthafuckas? How you know this bitch ain’t crazy or some shit?” I frowned.
“All you need to be worried about is if she can do her fuckin’ job or not. Her mental state should be of none of your concern. Especially when your shit is off-kilter,” he snickered.
“Fuck you,” I grimaced.
“Don’t even worry about it. I should’ve sent her to Stacks’ ass.” I burst into laughter because I knew this nigga was hot.
“Man, chill. I got you.”
“Yeah,” he retorted. “When can I tell her to go up there?”
“Anytime this week. Shoot me her name and shit, so I can tell, Kasha. After she fills out her paperwork, she can start.” Like I said, I bullshitted a lot, but I took my business seriously, so I wasn’t letting her collect a dime until she was in my system.
“’Preciate that, Buck. Let me get off this phone though and go let them know what to do.”
“You just tryna fuck on that girl before she gets off.” I laughed.
“Shit, that too.” We shared a laugh. “Love you, bro.”
“Love you too, bro.”
Once I hung up with Kilo, I finished up the order that I was doing and headed back up front to find Kasha. I found her in the stockroom. I gave her the rundown and what to do. She never questioned me, and I appreciated not having to curse her ass out about it. Once I had that squared away, I headed out to meet Stacks at the docks. I hope he didn’t plan on being out that muthafucka all night because I didn’t have time for none of the bullshit he was usually on. I needed to take my black ass to bed somewhere.
***
When I got to the docks, I didn’t expect to see this nigga Craig bloody and hanging from the ceiling by his hands. Glancing over at Stacks, he was sitting in the corner chilling, smoking a blunt like he didn’t have a nigga hanging onto his life…literally.
“The fuck is you on, Jackson?” He hated when I called him by his government name, and I did the shit to piss him off, anyway.
“Fuck you, Lincoln ,” he stressed. “And what I’m on is finding the nigga who was in charge of this shipment, and that shit was short.” When he explained that, I cut my eyes at Craig’s bitch ass and smirked.
“Word?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at Stacks, who was still seated in the corner.
“Word,” he exhaled. “Bitch ass didn’t expect me to pop up, and I caught him stashing shit off to the side.”
Walking up to Craig, I peered into his eyes. I could see the anxiety and fear dancing around in them. He was scared, and he had every right to be. He wasn’t making it out this muthafucka alive and would end up a cold case. I lived by ‘No Face…No Case’.
“You must be tired of living?” I taunted, as I walked to the corner and grabbed the axe that I knew Stacks had set aside prior to me coming. When Craig saw the axe in my hand, he started moving frantically, as if he could magically free himself.
“Bu-Buck, man. Pl-ease,” he begged.
Whack!
I pierced his back with the axe in one swift motion before yanking it out.
“Ahh!” he cried out.
“You sound like these bitches out here when they be begging for dick. I’on wanna hear that shit.”
Whack!
“I’on even want a reason or an excuse as to why you were stealing from us. It’s not like you weren’t paid well.”
Whack!
“You just got greedy. Who the fuck did you think you were gon’ sell our shit to without us knowing? Shit doesn’t come in or out this muthafucka unless it goes through DB.”
Whack!
“So, not only did you attempt to steal my shit. You dumb as fuck for not thinking the shit through. For that, my boy. I gotta kill you.”
Whack!
You would think that I was telling him I was giving him a raise by the way that I was smiling. By the time I was done chopping on this nigga, his legs were dangling beneath him, and his intestines and heart were hanging from his chest.
“Yo’ psychotic ass gon’ help me clean this shit up, too,” Stacks fussed as he mugged me. He hated when I tortured niggas, but he always stayed around for the show.
“Shut up, all that fuckin’ crying. You knew what time it was when you called me. Now come help me get this nigga wrapped up and drop his ass. The sharks will have his ass digested before the sun comes up.”
Stacks talked shit like he always did, but he fell right in line and helped me get this shit done. By the time we were finished, it was close to three in the morning, and I wasn’t doing shit but taking my ass home, washing my nuts, and getting in the bed. We had another meeting tomorrow, and I didn’t wanna hear my pops mouth about that shit if I was late.