17. Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
Stacks
The movers were set to come and move the rest of Kasha’s things today.
I had Buck and Stone come help me move the boxes and typical Buck complained the whole damn time.
The only thing they had to move now were the heavy shit.
That was going to a storage unit anyway until we could figure out what to do with it.
“What time did you say the movers would be here?” I had my head in the phone when Kasha stepped out of the bathroom.
I don’t even know what she said, because soon as I heard her voice, all my senses vanished.
I let my eyes scan her thick frame as she sauntered to her dresser with nothing but her bra and panties on.
She knew what she was doing and was gone get exactly what she was looking for, too.
I threw my phone on the bed and had her locked between the dresser and my body in no time.
“Jackson, move,” she whined.
“Hell, nah. You knew what you were doing coming out there like that. Fuck you wanted me to do? Admire you from afar or some shit?” I didn’t give her a chance to respond before I attacked her neck.
“Jackson,” she whined again.
“Wassup? You calling my name like you want me to fuck you, Kash. That’s what you want?
” I slipped my hand down her panties and bit my bottom lip.
“Damn,” I grumbled. “You really tryna get fucked for real, huh?” Without waiting for a response, I turned her around, pulled her panties to the side and slid inside of her before my actions registered.
“Ughn.”
“Shit,” we moaned in unison.
I placed my hand in the center of her back and slow stroked her. I wanted to savor this moment, but it was clear Kasha had other plans.
“Jackson,” she breathed.
“Wassup, baby?”
“Fuck me…please.” I never wanted my girl to beg me for shit but hearing her beg for the dick sent me over the edge, so I had no choice but to give her what she wanted.
Without a verbal response, I kicked her legs wider, griped her hair and tried my best to make my dick appear in her thoughts.
“Oh, shit!” she yelped.
“Mhm,” I groaned. “Throw this fat muthafucka back.” I slapped her ass cheek.
“You asked for it, now get it.” I had a meeting to get to but right now I didn’t a fuck about nothing but watching my girl’s ass slap against my thighs and the nut she was gone pull from me.
By the time we finished, showered, and fucked again, Buck was calling my phone, cursing me out.
“The fuck you at, nigga?” he barked into the phone.
“Bring that shit down. I’m on the way now.” I mounted my bike and slipped my helmet on. When the call transferred to my helmet, he was still fussing.
“Get yo’ ass out the pussy and hurry up nigga.
Nobody got all day to wait on you.” He didn’t even give me a chance to respond before he hung up.
Laughing at his stupid ass, I put my bike in gear and headed toward D.E.
. I knew I was gone hear this nigga’s mouth but the shit my girl did to me before I left had me not giving less of a fuck than I already did.
***
“Look who finally decided to show the fuck up,” Buck instigated once I strolled into our pops’ office.
“Fuck out my business, Lincoln. Nobody says shit when you always late,” I countered.
“I got a family too, nigga,” he snarled.
“And I don’t?” I cocked my head to the side.
I took a seat beside him in front of Pop’s desk and, as soon as I got close, he shoved me. “Fuck off me.” I frowned.
“Stop all that damn whining. Kasha must be holding out on yo’ ass.”
“Why the fuck you think I’m late?” I smirked at his simple ass.
“I’on wanna hear that shit, nigga.” He frowned.
“Y’all done?” Pops asked.
“That’s that nigga.” I pointed my thumb in Buck’s direction, only for him to smack it down.
“If y’all done playing, we can get down to why we’re here,” Pops started. “It looks like you were right about Maseo’s son. Their money has been short, and this payment didn’t even come,” Pops stated.
“I knew that muthafucka was gone be on some good bullshit,” Buck spewed.
“You did. That’s why I had him and his uncles picked up. They’re at the warehouse waiting for you to arrive.” Before Pops could finish, Buck sprang from his seat like that muthafucka was on fire.
“Damn, nigga. You gone let Pops finish?” I laughed.
“He said all I needed to hear. You going or not?” He was halfway out the door before he even finished his sentence. After telling my pops I’d get up with him later, I followed this irrational ass nigga outside.
“You riding wit’ me?” he asked.
“Nah. I’ll meet you there.” He declined to respond and wasted no time getting in his car and leaving.
***
“Ahhh!” Emilio screamed as Buck peeled his fuckin’ skin off. This nigga needed therapy.
“Ain’t no way you peeling this nigga’s skin off with a grin on yo’ face, bro? The fuck kinda nigga is you?” I frowned.
“The kind that always wanted to skin a muthafucka like a catfish.” He smirked. “Shit’s therapeutic as fuck.”
This nigga literally burned this nigga with a blow torch just so he could pull his skin off. Every time he was about to pass out from the pain, he had one of our workers douse that nigga with ice water. Shit was deranged as fuck, but this nigga lived for shit like this.
“Please,” Emilio begged. “Ju-just kill me,” he pleaded. You know it was bad when a muthafucka wanted you to rush their death. He should’ve kept his mouth shut because this demented ass nigga thrived off shit like this.
“Don’t rush me, muthafucka! You should’ve thought about the consequences of your actions when you wanted to steal my muthafuckin’ money.
” He turned on that damn torch. “I’on know what it is about you niggas that make you think the shit is okay to steal from me.
Like damn. I thought I was a generous ass nigga?
” He looked at me. “You think so, right?”
“Nigga, stop talking to me. Hurry up and kill this nigga. I got shit to do.”
“You’on got shit to do but go be up Kash’s ass.” He laughed while aiming the torch at that nigga’s face.
“Damn, that’s some fucked up shit to watch, huh?” I cocked my head to the side and spoke to his uncles, who were bound and gagged, to chairs.
“Wassup, Goldie?” I heard Buck say. “I’m a lil’ busy right now, baby.
” I shook my head because I knew whatever sis was saying was gone make that nigga cut all this shit short, so I sped the process up.
I shot Emilio in the head, along with his uncles.
“The fuck you do that for?” he frowned. “Baby, I’ll be home soon.
Don’t take yo’ ass to sleep either.” He hung up the phone and frowned in my direction.
“The fuck you do that for?” I wasn’t finished.
“You know damn well you ’bout to take yo’ ass home.
Consider it as me helping you out.” I shrugged.
“Now, come on and help me clean this shit up so I can take my ass home to my damn woman too, nigga.” I didn’t give a fuck about his attitude.
How you mad because I killed a nigga that was ’bout to die, anyway?
I was with Buck at the warehouse longer than I intended, so I didn’t have time to stop by my mama’s like I planned. Hence the reason I was on the phone with her while I played the game with Jace.
“Blame your son. He had me tied up in his mess. I planned on stopping by tomorrow though,” I revealed. “Aye, watch out!” I yelled at Jace.
“Boy, stop all that yelling in my ear. You must be on that game with Jace?” she asked.
“Yeah. I’m putting in a lil’ time wit’ my lil’ homie before I go chill for the night.” Most niggas my age still wanted to be outside, but I loved every minute of being in the house under my girl and kid.
“I hear you. Sounds like you’ll be joining Lincoln in giving me a grandbaby soon.
” I could hear the smile in my mama’s voice.
She was always talking grandkids. Naturally, we thought it would’ve been Kilo since he was the oldest. We see how that turned out.
Nobody thought it would be Buck after he swore off relationships.
I always wanted kids, but I wasn’t in a rush.
Could I see myself having kids with Kasha?
Absolutely. Hell, if you asked me, Jace was my son.
“Chill out, lady. You sound like you want me to drop Jace’s bad ass off.” I laughed.
“Shit, she making cookies?” his bad ass cursed.
“Watch I beat yo’ shit in,” I warned. I didn’t care about him cursing because he was a boy, but I told him about that shit when his mama was home.
“Listen to you, being a daddy. I’m proud of you, baby.”
“’Preciate that, Ma.”
“Let me let you go. Make sure y’all here on time for your dinner.”
“You know I’m gone be there early. Don’t let Buck cut my cake either.” I fussed. That nigga still acted as if we were kids and wanted my damn birthday cake like he didn’t get one on his birthday.
“I won’t. Tell Kasha I said hello and I’ll talk to y’all later. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Mama.” I hung up the phone and got back into the game.
“I love you too, Mama,” Jace mocked me.
“Ni—” I jumped up and chased his ass up the stairs.
“Ma!” he yelled as he ran in the direction of my room. Kasha met us in the hallway to see what was going on.
“What’s wrong with y’all?” she asked as she looked between the two of us.
“I’m about to choke his lil’ ass out.” I smirked.
Walking up to Kasha, I grabbed at Jace, but he slipped off. “How you gone talk shit and run to yo’ mama?” I smirked.
“Because I can.” He laughed as he ran into his room. Shaking her head at us, Kasha turned around and went inside of our bedroom.
“What was that about?” she asked once we made it inside.
“Lil’ nigga mocking me after I told my mama I loved her.” I pulled her body into mine and kissed her neck. “How you gone pick at me but run straight to yo’ mama? Make that shit make sense.”
“Aww, my big babies,” she cooed, caressing my face.
“Watch out.” I plopped down on the bed, bringing her with me. “Mama told me to tell you hey and she’ll see you at dinner.”
“Okay. You ready for your birthday?” She had her head lying on my chest.
“Hell yeah, I’m ready. I’ll be turning twenty-five and I’ll be doing it with the baddest bitch on my arm.” I squeeze her thick ass while I smiled down at her.
“The baddest, huh?” she simpered.
“Damn right. Fuck you thought?” I was laying it on thick and from the looks of it, it was working.
“Well, in that case. Let me give my man a preview of how the baddest gets down.” I peered through my hooded lids as Kasha slivered down my body, pulling the band of my ball shorts with her.
She got comfortable and sucked my soul and all my senses out, and I knew right then that I wasn’t letting this woman go.
She was it for me, whether she realized it or not.