Chapter 4
Out of control
"Aye, June, go to your room for a minute. Let me talk to Clo."
"Boy, don't nobody want to be in your mouth," Junie snapped back, tossing a pillow right at Silk's head before turning and walking out.
"And you wonder why I won't give her no play," Clover laughed.
"Man, don't do lil' sis like that," Silk chuckled.
Just then, Silk's phone started ringing for the fifth time. It was Jaz. He looked down at the screen and sucked his teeth.
"Better block that ho before Cedes come in here and beat your ass," Clover warned.
"I don't even want shawty like that. Everything's business, not personal. I send her plays, she gives me my cut, and I bounce," Silk defended.
"I hear you, then why is shawty so comfortable?"
"Same reason Red-Ass blows your phone up," Silk laughed.
Clover sucked his teeth. "Man, that girl is overly burnt. She said she only dances and doesn't sell pussy, but I had to hear it from you to know she's lying out of her teeth. I'm good on that."
"Man, same with Jazz. She be in VIP doing God-knows-what with whoever. I ain't tripping as long as the money rolling in, but my girl does private dance calls. I know where my pussy is. She had some old trick named Rodrick who liked to smell her ass,
but I'm not playing—ain't no nigga touching my girl."
"Nigga, y'all wild. I'm still stuck on you not telling me Red was one of your workers. Why'd you let me fuck with her?" Clover chuckled.
"Red's my responsibility, not my girl. My job is to make sure she's good, not worry about who she's spending quality time with. Plus, you're my brother; I know she's overly good with you. And besides, the game has an expiration date for me."
Changing subjects, Clover leaned in. "The trap did numbers last night—I made 2,000. I need somewhere to put my product. Rudy's ass been tripping, going through my shit acting like I don't know what I've got."
"Why don't you take it to Raymone's house?"
"Why would I leave it at my plug's house when his pops' new wife be tripping?"
"You can put it in the attic, but not for too long. My girl and my sister are here."
"Good looking out, brother. I'm going to have Mario do a drop-off later."
"Bet. What you fixing to do now?" Silk asked.
"Find something to wear. You and Suh still popping out with the gang tonight?"
"For sure. We're going to bring your birthday in right. I'm glad you chose a chill spot—I'm so tired of strip clubs and hoes."
Clover laughed. "Nigga, you chose your hustle to be women. I just like asses—I don't care if it's round or a countertop, I love a fat ass."
Silk stood up, shaking his head. "What time you going to the mall?"
"When I leave. You trying to slide?"
"Yeah, just give me a second to change and shit."
"Ight, smooth. I'll be right here."
The Bathroom Session
Silk walked back into the bedroom and shut the door.
Mercedes was already in the shower—his fine-ass BBW dancer, with titties as big as the sky, body curves for days, and an ass that wouldn't quit.
When he stepped into the bathroom, all he saw was soapy foam sliding down her golden caramel skin under the warm stream, and his dick instantly hardened.
"Aye bae, let me get in with you," he asked.
"Come on, baby. I need you to wash my back."
Silk stepped in, lathered the washcloth, and gently scrubbed her back. Stepping close, he pressed his lips to the back of her neck, and she let out a soft, breathy moan. Without missing a beat, he scooped her up. Though he was slim, he was solidly muscled, and her weight was nothing to him.
Grabbing a plush towel from the rack, he dried them both off, carried her to the bed, and told her to bend over.
Looking at her pretty brown skin and bubble-gum-pink wetness drove him completely wild.
He dipped his head down, lapping at her clit until she let out a light, breathy moan, then slid his tongue down to her entrance.
"Silk..." she whimpered out.
He slid inside and out with his tongue, and she started bucking her hips as her legs began to shake. Flipping her onto her back, he pulled her knees up, rubbed her sensitive clit, and slid his index and ring fingers deep inside to hit her G-spot. She started squirting and trembling all over again.
When he pressed the tip of his dick against her, she moaned out loud. "Whose pussy is this?" he growled.
"It's your pussy, daddy," she breathed.
His ten-inch dick felt harder than hard. He started driving into her with long, deep strokes while she screamed out, her legs shaking uncontrollably. Feeling her walls tighten around him while he rubbed her clit, he couldn't help himself—he came hard and fast, filling her up completely.
"Damn, girl," he whispered, kissing her thigh.
"I love you, daddy," Mercedes murmured.
"I love you more, mama."
Just then, a voice echoed down the hall. "Tammy's back from school!"
"Oh shit, where's lil' cuz at? You should invite her to hang with the gang tonight," Silk suggested.
"She's here. Aunt Lisa got evicted and she lost everything. Life is really lifing for her right now."
"I'm going to see if Mellow's got some bottle girl positions available."
Mercedes laid back on the pillows, and Silk rested his head comfortably on her thighs. Suddenly, a heavy knock pounded on the door.
"Nigga, it's Clover! Come on, you know we got to roll!"
"Ight! I just got out the shower, I'm fixing to throw something on right now!"
Silk hurried to the bathroom, grabbed a rag, lathered up, and washed himself off. Moving to the closet, he threw on a pair of Polo boxers, a black-and-green Von Dutch shirt, black True Religion jeans, and a fresh pair of lime-green Balenciagas.
"Who you trying to look good for?" Mercedes teased from the bed.
"This is what we're not fixing to do. I didn't ask you that when you came in here this morning with your black teddy and leather pants with your hair dragging past your ass. Your beauty pays your bills, and when I look good, you get all my money, baby. I think you're pimping me!"
She laughed until she coughed. He pulled her to her feet and planted a firm kiss on her lips.
"You know I love you, right?"
"I love you too."
"I ain't fucking these hoes, I'm just showing them how to make the money, fr."
Round Two at the Trap
Silk walked out to the living room. "Come on, nigga."
Clover got up, and they headed out the door. "We taking my car or your car?" Silk asked.
"My car, but you can drive. Let's stop by the spot to get Donny."
They pulled up to Clover's place, and Donny was waiting outside. Donny stood an even six feet tall, nineteen years old, light-skin, and chubby—he looked just like Clover, but a heavier version. That kid was the little brother Silk never had.
"What's up, bigs?" Donny said as he slid into the back seat.
"Shit, what we fixing to do? Push on some hoes?" Donny asked eagerly.
"Nah, we're going to the mall so Clo can get a fit, hit the barbershop, and then I'm going to make my rounds," Silk replied.
"Your black-ass thinks you're so smooth."
Just then, Silk's phone started ringing—it was a FaceTime call from Jaz. He answered it with a scowl.
"Where you at, daddy?"
"Don't worry about where I'm at. What you need?"
"We miss you," she whined, shoving her pussy right into the camera frame and rubbing herself.
Clover glanced over at the phone, and both of them burst out laughing.
"Aye, Jasmine, I told you I ain't on that no more. I'm celibate. I ain't having sex, I'm trying to focus on other things."
"Like what? That fat-ass bitch Mercedes?"
"Listen here, ho. Don't ever call my phone asking me about who my woman is or what the fuck I got going on. The only thing you should ever ask me is how business can help you or put you in a better position."
Before she could answer, Silk slammed his thumb down and hung up the FaceTime.
He was genuinely pissed. He hadn't slept with any of his workers in seven months—ever since Jasmine had posted a picture of him sleeping in her bed just to spite Mercedes, causing Mercedes to leave him for a full month.
It had taken him thirty agonizing days to win his girl back, and he wasn't about to risk losing her again.
"She better stop before Cedes straight up whoops her ass," Clover remarked.
"I'm about to pull up at my trap for a lil' bit. I'll meet y'all at the barbershop when you leave the mall."
"Nah, I'm staying with you," Donny chimed in.
"Damn, so y'all going to make me go to the mall by myself? I thought we were spending the day together."
"Nah, brother, I got some shit to handle real quick. I'll meet you in an hour and thirty."
Silk jumped out of the car at his four-bedroom trap house, and Donny followed right behind him. Red and Dream were sitting comfortably in the living room.
"I forgot you even live here," Dream joked.
"Damn, Dream, you don't miss a nigga? Is that how you talk to the guy who puts a roof over your head?" Silk shot back.
"You must be here to collect, we ain't seen you in three weeks," Coco added.
"Rent paid, bills paid. What the fuck are y'all worried about a nigga's presence for? I overly make sure y'all are good and don't need for anything."
"You got Donny with you? Where's Clover?" Red asked.
"Don't ask me about no grown-ass man like you don't see me flying solo."
Silk dropped onto the white leather sofa and lit up a pre-roll he'd rolled earlier to release some of the tension. He wasn't even mad at his girls; it was that irritating bitch Jaz who had him so tightly wound.
"The gang's popping out tonight, I want y'all to come," Silk announced.
"I'm not. I can't even drink, I'm pregnant," Red said flatly.
"Damn, by who? I know you didn't let some random trick knock you up," Silk questioned sharply.
"Mellow. We got a thing, and he said he's going to divorce his wife."
"Don't be naive, Coco. He ain't leaving that woman," Dream muttered under her breath.
"This man has a mini-mansion and you're still living in my little bitty four-bedroom house, and you think he gives a fuck about you, baby girl? I already had to talk to his ass anyway, and now I really got to talk to him.
There is no way in hell you're bout to be dancing or selling anything while pregnant. I don't even play those games."
Silk stood up, tossing the roach in an ashtray. "I just came to check on y'all. I love y'all, fr."
"We love you too," they chanted in sync.