Chapter 11 Bentley
BENTLEY
Atap on the steel door followed by locks clicking brought on an unwanted annoyance.
It was one of those days where I didn’t want to be bothered.
I was missing my fuckin’ aunt like crazy and my goddamn bed.
I didn’t understand the stupid muthafuckas that kept coming back to this bitch.
My feet touched the floor no matter what direction I turned. This shit was annoying.
The door finally opened and in walked my favorite guard. She had cuffs in tow as if I knew what was happening. Shit, if she was getting me the hell up out of here, she ain’t have to say a bitch ass thing.
“Where I’m going Riya?” I asked before standing to my feet.
“Warden Montel needs you in her office. Let’s go,” she motioned.
It was Tuesday so I knew exactly why she requested my presence.
Kong was gon’ come through every single time.
If my hunch was right, Enzo had a bounty on his head he couldn’t escape.
One too many things went wrong because of him and if I was being frank, that was a hunnid percent my fault.
I gave the nigga an inch to make moves, and that bitch took a mile.
Stepping up, I offered my wrists, and she wrapped the metal around them.
I was escorted out my cell, down several stairwells and hallways, until I was standing in front of Sierra’s door.
Her squeaky voice could be heard every time you approached it.
The only time she seemed to be quiet was when a nigga was laying pipe.
Riya tapped on the door and once again, Sierra swung it open with attitude. She looked back and forth between me and Riya and grabbed me by the collar of my jumpsuit pulling me inside. “You can go Combs.”
“Yes ma’am.” Riya couldn’t even step away good before the door was being slammed in her face and locked.
I chuckled as I waited for her to remove the shackles. Lowkey, I felt like she was always on ten to give off this bitch demeanor since she was so short. My thing was, I saw right through that shit. She wasn’t scaring nobody, and she knew it. All that hootin’ and hollerin’ wasn’t called for.
“You get everybody bread?” I inquired. Every week I broke off the guards for turning their heads to my bullshit. Whether it was me cutting a fool dropping niggas or supplying these niggas with contraband.
“Kong gave it to me this morning when I arrived. I’ll pay everybody at the end of their shift and third tomorrow morning. Everything you need is on the table. Have you showered, yet?”
“Yeah, but I’ll get another one when I’m done with you. What you need ‘round here?” Sierra scratched the hell out my back so anytime I could scratch hers in return, I did.
“Nothing Bentley, we’re good. Handle your business,” she said pointing to the devices spread out on the table.
Nodding, I walked over and got to work. Nothing ‘bout me getting pulled over seemed coincidental. When I said I was set up, I meant and felt that shit. Of course, a nigga had haters. Hell, I better the way I dominated Florida. My thing was, I’d been the king of my shit for thirteen years and ain’t a soul had the guts to try me.
I knew who this was, I just needed to confirm it so when Kong got to him, there would be no remorse.
Opening the laptop, I noticed Kong brought the one from my home office.
I signed in, went into the camera apps, then connected the scanner.
The general cameras could be activated by Kong but there were certain ones only I had access too.
If my hand wasn’t scanned, you wasn’t seeing shit.
I never put a hundred percent trust into anyone outside of Daisy.
Placing my hand inside the scanner, it was read instantly giving me access to what I needed. I’d been in this bitch for over a year, so I had to do a lil’ scrolling to find exactly what I was looking for. One thing I did know though, Enzo was gon’ be the one I saw.
Once I located the video, I let it ride from the time I got there.
I ain’t want to skip shit from that day.
Sierra stepped into my view kneeling in front of me wearing absolutely nothing.
Her hair was pinned up into a bun on top of her head making it easier for her to go to work.
Handing over a brand-new pack of condoms, she quickly removed my jumpsuit, then filled her jaws with my flesh.
The feeling of her warm tongue gliding to the base of my dick had a nigga caught up for a minute. Sierra had nice size lips so seeing them wrapped around my shit was a hell of a view. Her head bobbed up and down as I tried my best to stay focused on the laptop screen.
“Ahhh fuck,” I moaned when a small vibration surfaced from her throat walls. The humming was gon’ do it for me every time.
My head fell back as I took in the motions.
She was swallowing my shit whole with no complaints or gagging in sight.
A nigga wasn’t short or scrawny. The wood I housed stretched bitches like a yoga instructor.
The fact that she could handle that had me ready to do something to her thick ass.
Her moans echoed throughout the room right along with the sounds of her slobbing my shit down.
“A goddamn eater,” I groaned as the tip of my pipe boxed out her tonsils.
“I need you to nut in my mouth baby. I’m hungry,” she whined.
Where the fuck you think it’s going?
With a handful of hair, I controlled her motions throwing that muthafucka into overdrive.
The excess saliva coated my dick, and her jaws sucked for dear life.
Lil’ mama was just trying to keep up and she was falling behind.
When tears strolled down her cheeks, I let up.
It irked me when a bitch thought lowering herself to please a nigga was what turned us on.
She wasn’t comfortable and I wasn’t gon’ force her.
“Why’d you stop? You ain’t even cum.”
I went to answer her when I noticed Enzo by my car out the corner of my eye. “Go find something to do right quick,” I said pushing her from in front of me. She fell over missing the corner of the glass table by a hair. “Fuck. My bad Sierra. I wasn’t trying to hurt you Ma.”
“It’s cool. I told you to handle your business and came distracting you seconds later. I’ll wait for you in the shower.” Standing, she walked toward the bathroom and my gazed stayed locked in on that ass until she was no longer in view.
My blood boiled as I watched Enzo transfer the letters my grandma sent from my whip to his.
I couldn’t help but laugh watching him plant them bricks in my shit directly after.
I put a hot one in his shoulder, and he took me down.
I had to give it to him. He was the only nigga crazy enough to fuck me over.
Grabbing up the cell next to the laptop, I hit Kong. That shit ain’t even trying before his voice came through the speaker.
“Whatever you on nigga, so am I.” Smirking, I realized this muthafucka was just as loony as I was.
“I want his mama and sister grinded into patties as a treat for Sarabi and Nyla by the morning. He got more than them bum bitches lingering around too. Find out where the hell he lay his head and lynch everybody in that bitch on Ocean Drive. I want a headline on NBC, Kong. Nothing less,” I ordered.
Steam was radiating off a nigga body every time the video looped.
Enzo was that one in a million nigga. I underestimated his ability and talent.
Oh, but he definitely showed me why he deserved what was coming and more.
Lucifer himself couldn’t fuck with me, so I didn’t know why Enzo thought he could. I had something for him though.
“It’s handled. I’m still looking for that attorney too. I think I found one. Let me meet with her later, and I’ll tell you how that goes,” Kong chimed.
“Get me the fuck out of here, and I mean like yesterday,” I voiced with so much anger lacing my tongue.
“I got it. You want that visit today or you straight?”
“I’m straight. Get this shit from Sierra later. I’ll holla at you tomorrow.” I hung up and released a hearty laugh. “Enzo, you bitch ass nigga.” I had to clap to keep from tearing Sierra office up. “You did yo’ big one pussy. Ohhhhh, but you bets believe I’m on yo’ head boy!”
Shutting off all the devices, I packed them back up and went to join Sierra in the shower.
I was beyond irritated. That pussy muthafucka took more than just a few hunnid grand from a nigga.
He took my freedom and now the only thing I felt equivalent to that was his life.
I loathed how easy it was for him to get me hemmed up.
My arrogance left me momentarily vulnerable, and he took advantage of it.
A laugh of defeat was all I could offer.
I really lost to a dumb muthafucka with no real plan.
I been gone for over a year and he ain’t took shit that was mine.
It wasn’t about the status cause he could never get it.
That bitch nigga wanted to humble me, and I’d be damned if he ain’t pull it the fuck off.
“Don’t ever get too comfortable in yo’ position. It’s always somebody watching thinking they’re deserving of it.” If that wasn’t the realest shit Daisy Atkins said to me, I ain’t know what was. She knew he was flawed from day one and warned me. I gave him the benefit of the doubt now look at me.
“You good?” Sierra asked washing my back.
“Mind yo’ business. I need a phone by tonight.”
“I’ll leave you mine before I leave for the day. Don’t start no shit Bentley. I just got the higher ups off my ass,” she warned me.
“Aye, who the fuck you think you be talking to? As long as I’m here, this my shit. Don’t get it twisted Warden Montel, new management can be arranged within twenty-four hours, and I’ll spare no expense. I like you Sierra. Don’t fuck around and become a foe,” I threatened.