14. Rakim #3
“Shut up, Rakim.” She grunted before I kissed the exposed portion of her stomach.
Dragging my mouth down to kiss her pussy through her underwear, I said, “I still want that too.”
She gasped when I sucked on her pussy through her thin undergarments, enjoying the few seconds where I could feel how she’d dampened them muthafuckas.
Rising to my feet, I told Daylin ‘good night,’ and she eventually said it back once she gained some composure, but by that time, I was crossing the threshold of the door.
I paused for a moment, closing my eyes halfway up the stairs to give my dick time to soften, then finished my route until I was in the den where my brothers had made a fucking mess already, scarfing down some food wrapped in yellow paper to let me know they’d journeyed to the hood to secure their feasts.
“You been fucking her this whole time?” Zaire asked as soon as he saw me, mouth full of food.
“Y’all misunderstood whatever you saw. She was helping me clean up and took a break to have some wine.” I sat in the recliner adjacent to the couch they were on.
I tried to smother my smile as they both stared me down, identical expressions while shoving fries into their mouths.
Watching Zaire and Josias made me wonder what the fuck it would’ve been like to be a part of an identical twin set.
I questioned if Ayan and I would’ve been closer had we been identical or would we still be like oil and fucking water?
“Nigga, you had ya dick in ya hand when I walked in, Mystikal.”
The three of us broke out into laughter, even though I didn’t want to, especially since Josias was lying like fuck.
“Something is wrong with you for real, nigga. Be lying just for the fuck of it,” I replied. “Why y’all even here?” I inquired somewhat irritably, running my hand across my mouth at the thought of what I would’ve been doing right now had these stupid niggas not popped up or had a key to this spot.
“To kick it.” Zaire shrugged, still tearing his food up.
“Glad I wasn’t fucking hungry.” I stood, watching Josias and Zaire realize their selfishness. “Clean up and go home as soon as you niggas is done.” I left the area, heading to the bedroom I slept in here while anxiously awaiting the next time I could kick the shit with Daylin.
* * *
“Hello?” I picked up when I saw Josias had hit me.
“Aye, how quick can you get over to Slauson and Western, my nigga?”
“Wouldn’t take me too long, why?” I frowned, exiting the freeway.
I didn’t like to leave muthafuckas watching Daylin for too long, and Mylo had already been at the ranch house for an hour.
“Problem with the funds.”
“Aight.” I hung up because he’d said enough.
Making a U-turn once I’d conjured up the quickest way to get to the small grocer we supplied—bread and weight—off Western, I sped off.
I arrived at the spot around fifteen minutes later, watching how thick it was out here.
Every corner was littered with either homeless people or niggas simply block hugging.
I hated those days, feeling like I wasn’t doing shit but waiting for a nigga to either cop from me or test my patience, just to learn the hard way. It was a detrimental place to be, but thankfully, boxing saved me from that shit eventually.
Entering the grocery store lodged in between a cell phone repair shop and an abandoned lot, I ventured straight to the back where I heard Josias going in on the owner, Leonard.
“Fuck is going on?” I questioned as soon as I slipped past the thick, opaque curtains to see Leonard cowering under Josias.
“Nigga say he ain’t got all the bread, no fucking pun intended,” Josias answered.
“How is that even possible, nigga?” I frowned, watching Leonard shake like a fucking leaf on a tree. “How short are you?”
“About t-ten grand.”
Chuckling sourly, I asked, “When can you have the ten grand?”
“Uh . . . next week. Yes, next week. See I had to use some—”
“Next week is too long. Can you have the shit by this evening?” I asked a question I already knew the fucking answer to as Josias waited off to the side, face balled up in fury.
“Rah, come on, this evening? I can’t make that . . . Okay, wait, let me see!” he threw out when I pulled my heat off my waist.
“Trash it,” I told Josias who slipped past me immediately and began turning the store over, ruining shit while Leonard stood there stuck on stupid.
I could tell he didn’t know whether to run and stop Josias or make sure he didn’t get shot.
“Please. Please, I need this store to—”
“You know the fucking rules. And it don’t matter what happens to the fucking store at this point.”
“Huh?” He frowned, but then realization set in just before I put a bullet in his forehead, dropping him.
“That’s good enough.” I surveyed the store that would be unavailable for use for a good while, thanks to Josias.
Though I was gon’ murk Leonard soon as he said he didn’t have my money, I wanted to be sure his brother that he often worked with couldn’t profit off this shit for a minute. If I was losing bread, they were gon’ lose that shit too.
Josias and I grabbed up the money Leonard did have and then parted ways.