9. Endgame #2
“Ooh, Brick,” she moaned as I kissed my way down her pretty ass titties to her bellybutton, making her gasp. This time, when I reached for the buttons on her jeans, she didn’t stop me. She didn’t need to, because when I pulled them open, I stopped my damn self.
“Hold up, what the fuck is this? You got a swimsuit on under these muhfuckin’ jeans?” I asked, knowing she liked to dress in bundles of clothing.
“No, they’re… my panties,” she said with an awkward shrug.
“And they come all the way the fuck up here?” I asked in confusion as I pulled my hand back.
The gotdamn draws went over her bellybutton damn near to her bra and had the nerve to be yellow with polka dots on them.
“Peep, I know you fuckin’ lyin’! I can't even put these muhfuckas in my pocket. Don't you ever wear no big ass panties around me like this again. I could use these to cover up the whip next time it rains!” She drew her lips tight and popped me in my chest. “Aight, damn, I’m sorry. Come here, girl,” I pulled her face to mine and kissed her pretty ass lips.
Just as I got the nerve to go for them big ass draws again, someone knocked at her door.
“Ugh,” she groaned in frustration as she threw her head back into her pillow.
“Fuck it. Leave ‘em out there,” I said, returning my mouth to her titty. Whoever the fuck it was needed to call back or leave a note. I wasn’t about to stop.
“Destiny?” I felt her entire body stiffen at the sound of the female voice.
“Who the fuck is that?” I whispered.
“My mother,” she answered back.
“You think if I just slide it in, she’ll go away?” I asked, spreading her legs wider.
“Destiny! I can hear you in there! Open this door, now!” she hollered which made me pause, because I didn’t even know that lady could speak.
She sighed and looked at me, prompting me to climb off her. We put our clothes back on, and I excused myself back to her bedroom so her moms didn’t catch an eyeful of hard dick.
“Mama… What are you doing here?” she asked as she opened the door. I was mad as hell because I could hear everything clearly from her bedroom, meanwhile I was bout to fall out trying to listen to her and Eden from the kitchen that day.
“I need to talk to you,” she said, brushing past her and into the living room.
“You absolutely can’t go through with this wedding!
” From our previous conversations, Sarah didn’t say a word when Coop basically sold her off, or even through the entire last five weeks while she planned the wedding.
The fact that she chose now to storm in making demands had me hot enough that I was ready to pop out and tell her old ass something.
“I can’t do that,” she argued.
“Yes, you can! Just don’t show up!” she said. “Say you got cold feet. Say you don’t want to do it. Just don’t do this.”
Peep hesitated. “I don’t think you understand exactly what’s at stake here. Did he tell you what will happen if I don’t do it?”
“Yes, Destiny!” she said in frustration. “I know exactly what’s at risk! That’s why you need to call it off.”
“So you want him to die?” she whispered loud as hell.
“You’re not even speaking to him right now!” she argued.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I want him dead! Mom, what are you saying right now?”
“Listen, I’m sure you’re finally learning that your father isn’t this good, perfect man that he appears to be. At this point you have to choose. Him or me.” I held my breath anticipating her answer.
“No, I’m not doing this… Him.”
“So, you’re fully prepared to never speak to me again over your father? You can’t really be that stupid. Destiny, I knew you were weak, but, Jesus Christ,” she said in disbelief.
“That’s not the him I was referring to. I’m marrying Brick on Saturday.
I hope you can make it. Now, if you have some vendetta against the man you chose to marry, I’d suggest you either leave him, or handle it yourself instead of trying to coerce me to do it.
” I couldn’t even lie, a niggas chest filled up with pride as I heard her stand up to at least one of her parents.
My phone buzzed and I looked down to see a text from my brother.
Pistol
We got a lead on one of the niggas that keep hitting our people. Me and Ki bout to pull up. You coming?
Yeah, I’m on my way.
I unbuckled my pants and ruffled my shirt a bit before strolling out of her bedroom.
You would have thought I was completely naked the way their eyes widened.
I walked over to Destiny, dick first, and pulled her into a nasty ass kiss.
She melted into me again and even moaned into my mouth right in front of her mama.
“I gotta go,” I said, buttoning my pants back up. Sarah rolled her eyes. “And, Sarah?”
“Yes?” she asked with an angry glare.
“Since you know about your husband. You know how it goes down in my family. Watch how the fuck you speak to my wife. I don’t hit women, but I got a couple chicks on the payroll who would happily knock that crooked ass wig off your head.
Y’all have a nice day,” I said before walking out the door.
I gave her ass one warning, but the next time I wouldn’t be so nice.
I quickly made my way over to Pistol’s auto shop where my brothers were waiting on me. The moment I stepped in, I was receiving the information from P.
“So, J’s stash house got hit last week, and one of them fool ass niggas was dumb enough to leave his whole wallet with his driver’s license in the back room.
Since he was nice enough to leave an invite, we figured we would show up for the party,” Pistol said with that homicidal gleam in his eye.
That nigga was giddy as hell about getting the opportunity to fuck somebody up… crazy ass.
“Let’s go holla at the nigga then,” I said. Whoever was behind this was fucking up business and trying to start up a mutiny between us and our associates. I needed to get to the bottom of this before niggas started looking at us and wondering why the fuck we were untouched.
We hopped into one of Pistol’s trucks with false plates and headed to the destination.
“Nigga, can we get some music in this bitch or something? Put on that new Traitor!” Kilo hollered from the backseat. He could have saved his breath because he knew P wasn’t going for that shit.
“You already know the answer to that,” he said, not taking his eyes off the road. I feel like if he had a choice, he would go through his day in complete silence—no music, nobody speaking to him, just whatever the fuck he had going on in his head.
“Man, please? We supposed to be hype and shit before we go shoot a nigga!”
“P, please give this nigga something so he don’t talk this whole fuckin’ ride.
” I was still annoyed that one, I got interrupted right when Destiny was gon’ let me fuck, and two, her mama came over there on some fuck shit.
Listening to Kilo’s whining ass was about to have me throwing myself out of a moving vehicle.
“My car, my rules,” Pistol said with a shrug, making me remember why I usually rode by myself.
As we got closer to our destination in the middle of the city, P handed each of us a black ski mask before putting his on as well.
We pulled up to the house, and he parked on the street.
The nigga made the mistake of moving into a neighborhood that was in the middle of a gentrification process.
Half the homes on the street were trap houses, and the other half were new builds with For Sale signs out front.
We verified that the coast was clear, then moved in fully prepared to toss his ass in the car and take him back to one of the warehouses to squeeze what we needed out of him.
“No! Fuck!” The moment we opened the front door was coincidentally the moment that nigga took his last breath.
The remnants of his dome decorated the wall behind him as our eyes landed on a masked figure standing in front of his body.
I ducked, just barely missing the bullet that flew past my skull and quickly fired back.
The gunman dove behind the couch, evading my return fire.
I gave P the signal to go around the back, and he quickly took the circular route through the hallway to surround our unexpected opp.
“Man, who the fuck is this?” Kilo asked as the two of us spread out, one blocking the window, the other the door.
When he realized what we were doing, he sprung into action, preparing to let off a round of shots in my direction to clear a path.
He was too late as Pistol crept up behind him, quickly grabbing the gun and disarming it.
The gunman leapt to his feet and rushed Pistol, hitting him with a crazy combination of punches.
It looked like he was getting the best of Pistol’s big ass, which was surprising because the nigga was kinda small.
“Nigga!” Pistol yelled at us after a particularly hard blow to the face. “Y’all not gon’ help me?”
That niggas jaw is gon’ be swole than a muhfucka in my wedding pictures… Mama gon’ be pissed!
“My fault… I just ain’t used to seeing somebody get the best of you, nigga.”
When I said that, the nigga spun his head in my direction and cocked his head to the side. That was all the window P needed to put his ass in an airtight headlock. Kilo raised his gun, and I quickly shut him down.
“Nigga! Use your fuckin’ head! We need all the information we can get out this nigga while he can still talk! Let’s take him back to the warehouse and work,” I fussed.
A rush of excitement ran through my veins at the thought. I hadn’t had a chance to use my toys in a while. Just as I was debating on whether to start by cutting the niggas dick off, or his fingers, he gasped.
“Brick?” Brown eyes peered at me from behind the mask and I stumbled back.
Ain’t no muhfuckin’ way!