Chapter 1
“Goddammit, Shar!”
I hissed as she sucked my dick like the millions of dollars it was worth. The view of her pretty, plump lips sliding up and down my shit reminded me of just how we’d gotten here. I swore up and down I was just trying to fuck. I wasn’t looking for a commitment. I wasn’t trying to have a girlfriend.
Then she put that pussy on my face and that mouth on my dick. When I slid into her for the first time, it was a wrap. Here I was, a year and some change later, in a whole ass relationship.
Sharina Nicole Gladden.
I loved her nasty ass. Not just because she was nasty, but because shorty was my best friend… my fucking ride or die. That was my baby. I felt like I met the female version of myself, and shit had been lit ever since.
“Are you gonna cum down my throat, daddy?” she asked, slapping my dick against her tongue.
“That’s where you want it?”
She bit her lip and nodded, giving me those sexy, seductive eyes.
“Open your mouth and breathe through your nose.”
She obliged me by sticking out her tongue and allowing me to ease my dick deep into her. Her eyes locked on mine as I stroked that pretty mouth. I gripped her neck with one hand and her ponytail with the other, as I fucked her throat. Saliva threatened to escape the corners of her mouth. She always took me so well and never complained.
“Good girl,” I praised her. “Good. Fucking. Girl. You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth.”
I just knew her pussy was wet as fuck. My baby had a little bit of a praise kink. Simple compliments made her nipples hard as hell. She loved when I called her pretty or told her what a good girl she was, anytime I fucked her, whether it was her mouth, her pussy, or that tight ass of hers.
I faithfully sent Good morning beautiful messages with her weekly allowance bright and early Monday mornings. In return, she sent me pictures of her spending my money. I couldn’t lie. I liked tricking on her… loved it, even. The shit turned me on. She never asked me for anything, but I knew I was dealing with a spoiled woman. Her father was forever giving her grown ass money, so why shouldn’t the nigga she called daddy line her pockets too?
“Here it comes, baby,” I warned her.
Her nails dug into the back of my thighs as I gave her mouth one final thrust before shooting off down her throat. Not a single drop went to waste. Total fucking submission. She swallowed every bit of my nut before popping my dick out of her mouth. I yanked her up from the floor and crashed my lips into hers.
We were going hot and heavy until my watch chimed with messages from my siblings in our group chat.
Deuce: Bring y’all horny asses on so we can eat, muthafucka.
Devin: And clean the smell of pussy off yo’ breath before you sit next to me.
Kerrion: Y’all niggas couldn’t wait? I’m hungry, bitch.
Jaeda: We can’t take y’all anywhere.
Mia: I hope y’all brush your teeth and take a ho bath before you sit back at this table.
I chuckled to myself.
“Your hating ass brothers?” Shar asked.
“Sisters too. Come on. Let’s get cleaned up and get back out there.”
“They can wait. You need to return the favor.” She reached beneath her skirt and dipped her finger inside of her before smearing it against my lips. “You really gonna let all this wet pussy go to waste?”
She propped herself up on the bathroom counter and spread her legs. The seat of her thong was soaked, and her scent made my mouth water. When she pulled her thong aside, her pussy glistened in her juices.
“Get on your fucking knees.”
I smirked as I dropped to the floor. I guess dinner would have to wait a little longer.
Fifteen minutes later, Shar and I walked back into Mama Steph’s rehearsal dinner with smiles on our faces. Everybody was already eating, but that didn’t stop them from watching us as we claimed our seats and dug into our food.
“Y’all need to say grace after all that fornicating,” Devin said lowly.
“You need to get some pussy of your own and stop being a fucking hater,” I shot back.
“Nice of you two to finally join us,” Mama Stephanie said, looking between us.
I grinned. “She needed help with something right quick, Ma.”
“Mm-hmm. I’m sure you helped yourselves. I see another grandbaby coming sooner rather than later.”
Stephanie wasn’t my biological mother, but she helped raise me along with the rest of my dad’s baby mamas. Aside from my mama, she was the one I was closest to. Hell, most of us were closest to her.
“You enjoy being a grandma, don’t you?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes. She was currently holding Deuce and Salima’s sleeping daughter, Darlyn Dream. Baby girl was five months old and the cutest fucking baby, even if she looked like her ugly ass daddy.
“I love being a grandma. I’d be grandma to all of y’all’s babies, but you better bring wives and husbands home to me.”
“That means you better be putting a ring on my finger before you put a baby in my stomach,” Shar said, nudging me.
“You ain’t going nowhere.”
“Play with me if you want to, and I’ll show you better than I can tell you.”
I waved her off.
“Whipped ass nigga,” Deuce shot at me. “All that shit you talked about me and my wife, now look at you.”
“Why you bringing up old shit?”
“I know y’all better watch your mouths at this table,” Mama Stephanie said, frowning. “It’s been a long time since I pulled out my belt on y’all.”
Our siblings laughed like they always did when she threatened to whip us.
“My bad, Ma,” I said, raising my hands in mock surrender. “You two ready for tomorrow?”
Aaron, her fiancé, grinned and nodded. “It’s been a long time coming.”
He leaned over and kissed her. Honestly, I was happy for them. We all watched my dad basically trade off on his baby mamas over the years. Other than Maddie, all of them now had new partners and were happy as hell. Pops wasn’t taking Mama Stephanie getting married too well.
Deuce told me how he had to hem him up one night when he came to his house drunk as hell, begging him to get his mother to consider taking him back. I knew he had to be embarrassed when he sobered up and Deuce told him what happened. It was bad enough he’d taken his ass to the woman’s house and begged her to take him back. I just prayed that if he showed up at this wedding, he’d sit his ass back and mope in peace.
“So are we getting some new siblings or what?” I jested.
Deuce’s head snapped at me. “Shut yo’ ass up.” He turned to Aaron. “Look man, I ain’t got no beef with you, but don’t be out here getting my mama pregnant. She’s too old for that, and my baby can’t be older than her uncle or aunt.”
“Excuse you!” Mama exclaimed. “I am not that old. All of my parts still work, and very well, thank you.”
My brothers and I frowned while my sisters, Salima, and Shar hyped her up.
“Don’t let him play with you, Mama!”
“I know that’s right!”
“You better tell him!”
Mama Stephanie giggled. “There will be no babies. Stanley was enough. I just got him grown and married. I’m not starting over.”
“Whatchu’ mean, I’m enough?” Deuce asked, offended. “I’m not even that bad, Mama.”
The table erupted with murmurs of disagreement. He looked around at all of us in disbelief and pulled out his solid gold beretta, placing it on the table.
“Which one of y’all wants the first bullet?”
“Put that shit away!” Mama Stephanie snapped.
“You never know how to act,” Salima fussed, smacking the side of his head. “I told you not to bring that in here.”
I didn’t know why she bothered. We never went anywhere not strapped. Most everybody sitting at this table was carrying right now. It came with being a Dillinger. My family had a long history in this city. From gang activity to drugs, to weapons, we’d done it all. It didn’t matter that we gave back to the community through our charity foundation.
It didn’t matter that my father’s organization protected that same community. It didn’t matter that we were behind uncovering some of the biggest crimes happening not only in the city, but in the state and around the fucking country. We would always have bad blood because the good we did would never outweigh the bad. We were a bunch of niggas with power. That alone made us a threat.
It was what it was.
The feeling of my burner phone vibrating in my pocket caused me to pull my attention away from the table. I pulled it out to see an unknown number calling me.
“I’ll be right back,” I whispered to Shar.
She frowned. “Do you have to do this right now?”
“It can’t wait.”
I pecked her lips before excusing myself from the table and heading outside.
“Talk to me,” I answered.
“Seven twenty-four Haywood Heights Drive. The shipment is arriving at nine.”
I looked at my watch. It was eight, meaning I had an hour to get my team together and in place.
“I got you. You got my money?”
The phone chimed in my ear. I pulled it away to see that a payment of $350,000 had been sent to me.
“As always, you’ll get the other half when the job is done.”
“Bet.”
We disconnected the call, and I sent a mass text to my team before sliding my phone back in my pocket. Now all I needed was a believable excuse for dipping out early. Unbeknownst to my family, I’d started taking outside missions about eight months ago. They would tear into my ass if they knew. We never worked with anyone outside of our organization.
Even though they paid me well, it wasn’t even about the money. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what it was. Something just drew me to this shit. I’d been working in the family business for years now, and I’d seen a little of everything on these missions, but it was nothing like the shit I was seeing now.
The organization I worked with was deep in uncovering black market shit. People sold any and everything for a fucking dollar. We were currently working on shutting down a group, trafficking people for organs. In the last eight months, I’d seen more internal organs than I cared to, but it was worth it to reunite the victims with their families.
I headed back inside. Everybody was eating and talking as I walked up to Mama Stephanie.
“Ma, I gotta go,” I said, kissing her cheek. “Something came up, and I have to go handle it.”
She looked worried. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. This just can’t wait. I’ll see your pretty self tomorrow.”
She stood and hugged me tightly. There was no doubt she knew I was about to go do some dangerous shit.
“Be careful,” she whispered, cupping my face. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I walked around the table and reached for Shar. “Come on.”
She kissed her teeth as she stood and grabbed my hand. I knew she was mad, but I would make it up to her.
“Aye, where you going?” Deuce demanded. “You always running off these days, man.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’m good. I’ll see y’all tomorrow.”
“Me and you are gonna talk.”
“A’ight, Deuce.”
I waved goodbye and pulled Shar behind me toward the door. She was quiet as we made our way to the car, but I could feel the anger radiating from her. I opened her door and helped her inside. She glared at me as I closed it. I knew I was going to have to kiss her ass for pulling her out of the dinner.
“I’ll make it up to you,” I said as I pulled out of the parking lot.
“Whatever.”
“Come on, baby. Don’t act like that.”
“I’m not acting like anything, Maceo. Where are we going?”
“The shipment is coming in at nine. We have less than an hour to get everybody together and in place.”
“Fine.”
When I said Shar was my ride or die, I meant that shit. She was the only person who knew what I was into these days because baby wanted to be on some Bonnie and Clyde type of shit. If Mr. Gladden knew what I was letting his precious baby girl get into, he would kick my ass, and I’d probably let him have that.
While I didn’t let her get in on the action, she drove the people we rescued to the safe house. She got them fed, cleaned up, and made sure they were comfortable until we got them back to their families. Since she’d been doing it, I found myself falling even more in love with her. She was a lot more nurturing than she let on, and it had me thinking she’d be the perfect woman to mother my children.
I could see us building a life together with kids, dogs, and all that shit. Before I met her, I was just like my daddy, fucking on different women. The only difference was, I didn’t have any baby mamas. Now, I wanted the woman sitting next to me to not only have my kids, but to be my wife one day.
The shit was crazy.
I couldn’t believe I was thinking about that shit. Here I was at twenty-eight, finally thinking about my damn future. I guess that was what happened to my brother. You never knew just what you were missing until you found that shit.