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“Man where this nigga at? Imani ass is fuckin trippin’,” Rashard said as he passed me the blunt. I laughed at his sprung ass. Imani’s little ass had this nigga wrapped around her damn finger.
“Pussy whipped ass nigga!” I laughed.
“Nigga, I know your ass ain’t talking. We both know who wear the damn pants in your relationship,” Shard said, laughing.
“Whatever nigga, Breesha ass may act crazy, but she already know daddy is running this show!” I cockily, stated.
I had to laugh at that, because I know damn well if my lady called me right now and told me she wanted something from the store, I would stop whatever the fuck I was doing and make it my business to go and get it. What I was doing right now was more important than anything, though; that’s why I turned my phone off so I wouldn’t have any distractions. I would deal with Breesha cussing my ass out later when I got home.
“Tae, is that his bitch ass right there?” Rashard said, pointing to a beat up Altima that just pulled into the house that we were watching. I watched as he got out of the car and staggered his drunk ass to the porch, falling two damn times in the process. I shut the car off, and me and Shard ran after his ass.
“I hear you like fuckin with little girls?” I ran up on him, saying.
He looked at me as if he had seen a fuckin ghost. He tried to run, but I hit his ass with a quick two-piece and knocked his ass out cold. Rashard and I picked his stank ass up and carried him to my car, and threw his ass in the trunk.
Thirty minutes later, we were pulling up to an old, abandoned house out in the Pork ‘n’ Beans. I swear, being in this fuckin house brought back many memories. I caught my very first body right here in this damn room. I wasn’t worried about nobody coming over here, because where we were was far in the back, in the middle of fuckin nowhere, and people wasn’t fuckin with this area at this time of night. Besides, even if somebody did see some shit, I knew they wasn’t going to snitch. We took Fred’s ass up out the trunk and carried him inside. As soon as we got inside, I was hit with a musty ass stench. There was only one light working in there, so we had to work with what we had. A nigga might have been out of the streets, but I still had my share of niggas that I could count on in situations like this, which is why I had about four other niggas posted up in the house with me as well. I sat Fred in a chair and tied his arms and ankles up with some rope. I tapped him lightly on his head with my gun.
“Wake up nigga! You gonna get plenty of rest in a few minutes,” I said. Fred looked around, and he looked as if he was going to shit bricks any second now.
“Help! Help! Somebody help me!” he screamed out like a little bitch.
“I bet that sound real fuckin familiar! Was my little girl saying that shit when you took her fuckin innocence, you worthless piece of shit!” I yelled and punched him in his mouth, and I watched as about five teeth came flying out.
“I didn’t do nothing to your little girl man. It’s all a big misunderstanding,” he said, coughing up blood.
“Oh, so the fact that the doctors told me that my daughter insides were bruised and that she will never be able to have kids is a big fuckin misunderstanding, right?” I asked, getting in his face. He didn’t say shit; he just sat his ass there looking stupid.
“I got a surprise for you. I want you to feel what my daughter went through, but only ten times worse! Ya’ll come in!” I yelled.
A few seconds later, five buff dudes walked in, wearing nothing but G-strings–some fuckin faggots that I hired offline, just for an occasion like this one. I watched as Fred’s eyes bulged with fear.
“Don’t go easy on him,” I said, and me and Shard went out front. I listened on as Fred cried out, and to hear him in pain like that put a smile on my face. I haven’t smiled this much in weeks. One hour later, I walked back in the room and it reeked of shit, must–the whole nine. Fred was no longer on the chair; instead, he was laying on the ground with blood coming from his ass.
“Felt good, huh nigga?” I asked, kicking him in his stomach.
This nigga was barely hanging on, so to put him out of his misery, I reached behind me in the back of my pants and emptied my whole clip in his bitch ass. I put on gloves and got a butcher knife from off the table, cut his dick off, and wrapped it in a Ziploc bag. I got a Sharpie and wrote on the bag, “Should have taught your bitch ass son what it means when someone says no means no! Sorry he had to find out the hard way!”
The little niggas that I had posted around got rid of the body and cleaned out the basement. Don’t get me wrong, a nigga ain’t always been doing tattoos forever! Fuck you think I was doing before that shit? Motha fuckas underestimated a nigga like me, so I had to make an example out of ‘em! The streets fuckin raised me! Never been a pussy and I damn sure won’t start today! Drug money is what got me my shop! I don’t do that shit no more, though. Anybody can sell fuckin drugs, but it takes a real fuckin man to know how to save that money and get him a business, and make his money the legal way. About my family–I don’t play that shit! This nigga just awakened a sleeping b
east! Sleep on Dontae if you want to, and I’ll have your ass floating in the river–just like this nigga Fred!
Shard and I left the building and headed back over to Fred’s mom’s house. I stopped in front of her house, rolled down the window, and threw out the nice package that I left for her.
Chapter 15: Breesha
Today was the day of Dontae’s birthday party. We were having it at King of Diamonds, and it was invitation only. Lord knows I didn’t want to go to no ratchet ass strip club, but I’d be damned if I send my nigga alone with all those nasty bitches around him. I turned over and Dontae was still sleep, and I thought, what better way to wake my man up with some nice birthday head? I ducked my head under the covers and slid Dontae’s boxers down. I knew that he would be hard already, because that’s how he woke up every morning messing with me.
I was so fascinated with my man’s dick. Before him, I never gave a nigga head because I could never get into, but after Tae showed me how to do it the right way, I couldn’t get enough of slobbing on it every chance I got.
“Don’t play with that shit while you down there! Do what the fuck I taught you!” I heard Dontae say, which caused me to jump because I thought his sneaky ass was sleep.
I bent down and slid my mouth right down onto his dick. When I heard him let out a deep grunt, I knew I had his ass right where I wanted him. I slurped him and licked him, making sure not to use any teeth because that would for sure piss him off. I sat up on my knees and licked him to an angle as I fingered myself. This shit was turning me on to the max.
I felt Dontae take the covers off us, and I looked dead into his eyes as my head bopped up and down on his dick. It’s like we were in some type of staring contest. He grabbed the back of my head and started fucking me forcefully, which caused me to gag. I stopped playing in my pussy to try and pry his hands away.
“Naw, don’t stop playing with that pussy. I want to see you cum with this dick in your mouth,” Tae said, his voice dripping with sex.
Dontae was damn near choking me, but I didn’t wanna go out like a sucker because, he’d be talking shit, so I reached down and rubbed my hand across my clit real fast. I breathed though my nose and sucked. I felt my eyes get watery and I started cumming–I couldn’t tell him, because I couldn’t breathe.
