Reminder: Character previously mentioned in Capone series (Jerome)
“For somebody to be missing, that throat knows exactly where home is.” I rubbed her face, as she choked my dick down.
I massaged her hair as I listened to her choke. It sounded like she needed air or oxygen with how hard she was sucking my dick. I couldn’t front like she didn’t have my toes curled in these boots I had on.
Sabrina Broward had been missing for a little minute and the entire time, she was in the hood. She was a black woman, so they didn’t give a fuck that she was missing. I was stressed after that funeral and meeting and needed something to take the edge off, and she was right there cleaning.
The knock on the door didn’t stop her from gobbling my dick whole. “Come in.”
Keyshawn and Jerome walked into the room and then covered their eyes. “My bad, nigga… didn’t know she was getting down with you.”
“You never saw dick before… go ahead, open up.” I positioned my dick into her mouth, and she went right back on sucking, while they turned towards the wall.
Jerome was the only one that turned to look at me. “Yeah, my own… not trying to see her suck yo dick.”
“The fuck do you both want?”
“Niggas killed Joey, and we supposed to just sit and be quiet about the shit?” Jerome was younger than me, but the nigga scared me because he had heart.
The streets had swallowed him whole and spit him back out a fucking warrior, ’cause why was he this turned the fuck up and it was morning.
“Every block from here to over on that side is hot. The fuck you suppose we do, Jerome?”
He didn’t have an answer, as he paced. “I got some shit that I’m going to with my brother… meeting with the owners.”
Keyshawn lived this life when his brother was a player on the Sonics basketball team. Not just any fucking player, he was the star player on that team.
“Draft is happening soon, huh?”
“Yeah. Plus, the team was acquired by new owners. My bro be making me go with him… always on that trying to keep me out the street shit.”
I raised my brow. “Never considered that you should listen?”
He laughed like the question was supposed to be a joke. “That’s his life… this mine. Enough said.”
“You got kids, Keys?”
“Daughter.”
“And what happens if you end up like Joey? Who gonna watch over her?”
The question pissed him off. “Her mama got some bum ass nigga playing stepdaddy.”
He stood in front of me, early morning smelling like he just started drinking for the day and he had the nerve to judge another man for stepping up for his child.
“Heard that contract for Jaiden Cooper gonna be crazy.” Jerome looked down at his phone.
“For a rookie contract, shit is going down in the history books.” I pulled shorty’s head up to make sure she didn’t suffocate on nut.
Jerome looked up and smirked. “Oh word? Need to go hit up my old childhood friend. He owes me a favor.”
The smirk told me that nothing Jerome had going on was going to be good. Every time I saw Jaiden Cooper, he was always with security.
How in the fuck was Jerome going to get close to him to ask his ass for some money or to repay whatever favor?
Wasn’t my problem, or my concern. “We done? I’m trying to bust this nut.”
Keyshawn pointed to shorty while snapping his fingers. “Oh yeah, they running her missing story again… saw that shit last night.”
