Chapter 8 #3
She didn’t stop sucking my dick until that muthafucka started busting.
She ain’t stop there. She slurped that shit up and swallowed it.
Then she leaned back, gave me a good ass view of her pussy and started playing with herself.
It ain’t even take her two seconds before that muthafucka was juicy wet.
I stood there stroking my dick as I watched.
After I gave in and stopped fighting myself, I dove head first into her pussy.
I just had to taste it. And I won’t lie, that shit was tasting even better than it looked.
This was another nigga’s wife, and I knew that, but that still didn’t stop me from flipping her ass over and fucking her from the back like she was mine and I loved her ass.
She was wet, warm and had the tightest grip ever.
She moaned loud and threw her ass back hard.
All I could see was her shit jiggling on my shaft and that immediately made me bust. From there, she rode me like it was no tomorrow.
This bitch was really fucking the shit out of me. I damn near screamed like a bitch.
Yeah, I had hoes but this shit was on another level. This was some shit I couldn’t even explain. It felt too damn good to put into words.
Afterward I sat on the edge of the bed with a towel in my hands that I had just used to clean her up. I shook my head at myself.
She was watching me from the pillow with something on her face that wasn’t quite a smile but was close enough. She knew she’d just fucked my head up. She knew the sex she gave me was nothing like I’ve ever had.
“What you over there thinking about? You want some more?” she asked, with her freaky ass. I was tired as hell now.
I looked over at her. “Stop playing before I do something to you we can’t take back, like I fuck around and keep yo nasty ass for myself.”
“Maybe I don’t want to take it back.” She laughed.
I stood up and got the zip ties and looked at her and she held my gaze without flinching. I secured her back to the headboard and she let me do it without fighting it and that said everything about how this situation had shifted in the last hour.
“This is still business,” I told her.
“I know what it is.” she dryly said, but I knew that was a lie.
I grabbed my clothes, went to shower and stood under the hot water for a long time thinking about what I had just done and whether I felt any kind of way about it.
The answer was complicated in ways I wasn’t going to unpack tonight.
Tavarus had put his hands on my family. His wife was a grown woman who had made her own choices in that bathroom.
I had done what I had done and the money was still coming tomorrow.
After that everybody was going home, back to their lame ass lives.
I got out and dried off and went to the couch and got comfortable.
My phone lit up and it was Simone calling me.
I looked at the ceiling for a second and then picked up.
“Hey you,” she said.
“You still up? That shit is surprising.” I said.
“Couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about tonight.”
“What about it.” I asked, wanting to hear her say it.
“You. The kiss. All of it.” She was quiet for a second. “I don’t know Gutta. You know I’ve been guarded with you because I know how you are.”
“You don’t know how I am. You know what you think I am,”
“Is there a difference?”
“With me there is.” I shifted on the couch and put my arm behind my head. “Give me a real chance Simone. That’s all I’m asking.”
She laughed soft. “You say that now.”
“I mean it now. Man I been wanting yo ass since forever.”
We talked for another hour, her voice getting slower as she got tired, me selling her every dream I had to my name until she was damn near sleep on the phone.
When she finally said goodnight I held the phone for a second after she hung up and almost felt something about what I had done an hour ago in that bathroom.
Almost.
But Simone wasn’t my girl yet and she had been playing games for years and a man had needs and Tavarus had brought all of this on himself by playing with people who were connected to me.
I put the phone on the cushion beside me and stared at the ceiling in the dark.
Grown men out here building picture perfect lives. Nice house, gated community, wife and kids tucked away from the dirt they moved in. Acting like having all that made them untouchable. Like the rules of the street didn’t apply to them once they got a certain level up.
Tavarus had thought Street was alone.
Tomorrow morning he was going to find out exactly how wrong he was about that.
I closed my eyes and let the apartment stay quiet around me and was sleep in ten minutes.
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The next morning I was up before seven.
I checked on Sandra, let her take care of her morning routine, told her today was the day she was going home. Something shifted in her face when I said it. Relief first and then something more complicated underneath it that I didn’t want to look too deep into.
Street picked me up at nine and we rode to Tavarus’s spot on the east side in Street’s car with the money in the bag in the backseat.
I kept my face neutral the whole ride but my mind was running everything in parallel.
I was thinking about the call I had made that morning from the burner with the instructions I had given Tavarus bitch ass about the pickup I had set in motion on the other side of town while we were doing this.
Street was quiet most of the ride. Jaw tight, eyes forward, doing that thing he did when he was thinking heavy about something hard without letting it show. When he did speak his voice was flat and final.
“I’m paying this nigga and I’m done,” he said.
“After today I don’t do business with him again.
What he had his people do to me, you don’t come back from that.
What if my brothers would have been with me?
I’m a man. I pay my debts. But I’m also a street nigga and what he pulled was out of line and I’m gonna make sure he knows that. ”
“And them three niggas,” I said.
“They getting dealt with too. Separate conversation for a later date. But definitely handling that shit.”
I nodded and looked out the window and didn’t say anything else because there wasn’t anything to say that wouldn’t have required me to tell him things I wasn’t ready to tell him yet.
Tavarus’s spot was a warehouse on the east side that he used for meetings. Nothing fancy, nothing that advertised what it was. Just a building that looked like every other building on the block. We pulled up and got out and two of his men were outside. The niggas walked us in without speaking.
Tavarus was sitting at a table in the middle of the space when we came in.
I clocked him the second I saw him and made a mental note of how he moved and everything.
He looked like he hadn’t slept. Eyes tight, jaw twitching, the kind of tension in his body that a man carried when something important to him was outside of his control.
He was doing a good job of keeping it off his face but I had been reading people my whole life and he wasn’t doing a good enough job.
His wife had been missing for four days now, and he was sitting here counting money from a man who owed him a debt, trying to pretend that today was a normal day.
His ass didn’t know — couldn’t know — that the same person who had his wife was sitting six feet across the table from him right now watching him pretend to hold it together.
I kept my face empty and sat back while Street handled it.
Street dropped the bag on the table without putting on a show, but that nigga stood his ground. “Thirty thousand. Every dollar.”
Tavarus looked at the bag and then at Street, then unzipped it and started counting.
The room was quiet except for the sound of bills moving through his hands.
One of his men was posted up near the door.
Another one near the back wall. I had already mapped both of them when we walked in out of habit.
Street stood with his arms crossed and let him count and when Tavarus looked up Street spoke before he could say anything.
“I want you to know something,” Street said.
“I pay my debts. Always have. You’re getting every dollar I owe you and I’m doing that because that’s who I am as a man.
” He paused. “But what you had your people pull up on me and do, coming to where I lay my head, putting a gun to my head — that’s not something I’m gonna let slide just because I’m paying you.
Those three niggas are gonna see me again and when they do it’s not gonna be a conversation. ”
Tavarus looked at him for a long moment. The stress was right there underneath the surface of his face fighting to get out and he was pushing it back down and it was costing him something to do it.
“Business is business,” he said. “When people owe me and they go quiet I have to send a message. It’s not personal Street. You know how this works.”
“I know how it works. How the fuck was I quiet when I told you I would be a lil late?I’m telling you how I work.
” Street’s voice didn’t change. Didn’t get louder or more aggressive.
Just stayed flat and final. “After today we’re done.
No hard feelings on the money side. But we’re done doing any kind of business nigga. ”
Tavarus leaned back in his chair and looked at Street and then his eyes moved to me for just a second and I held them without blinking and without expression and he looked back at Street.
“You want out, you’re out,” he said. “But right now I got bigger things on my plate than going back and forth about something that’s already done.
” He zipped the bag back up. “We’re square and I wish you nothing but luck young nigga.
Oh, I see that after I put some fire under yo ass, you went and got that bag and that title off Champ. Looks like a win to me!”
I almost smiled.