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I reached his door, then looked around to make sure no witnesses were around. I knocked. A few minutes later, the door opened. There stood my mark in a pair of black jeans and black tee shirt. The nigga was fine. He had caramel-coated skin with thick lips, a big nose, and a bangin’ body. “Yes?” he said, checkin’ me out from head to toe. “How can I help you?”
Damn, this nigga looks like someone, I thought. “Somebody called for a massage,” I said, takin’ ’im in.
“Nah, baby, you got the wrong room.”
I felt my nipples harden and licked my lips. “That’s too bad,” I said, eyein’ him real slow and sexy-like. “I woulda loved roamin’ ya body with my hands. Oh well. Enjoy ya night.”
“Yo, hold up,” he said. I stopped in my tracks, slowly turnin’ around. Gotcha! “How much one of those massages run?”
“For you,” I said, smilin’. “It’ll be on the house. And I’ll even give ya a nice release.” I winked. He smiled. “I promise. You’ll feel like ya floatin’ on clouds when I’m done workin’ ya body.”
“I like that,” he said, steppin’ back and openin’ the door with a big-ass grin on his face. “Come on in. Aft
er the night I’ve had, I can definitely use a little tension release.”
I stepped into the spacious suite. It was just him there. “Okay, you’ll need to remove all your clothes.”
“Say what?”
“It’s a nude massage, baby,” I said. “You need to be butt-ass.”
He chuckled. “Got ya. Uh, so this really does come with a happy ending?” He started laughin’. “Just kiddin’.”
I smiled. “Actually, big daddy, it sure does. When I’m done with you, ya gonna be spillin’ all over the place.”
“Oh, word? That’s wassup.”
He removed his clothes, then lay across the king-sized bed. I tried not to look too hard at his muscled back and thighs. His ass was nice and firm. My mind started wanderin’ and a bitch started wonderin’ what it would feel like havin’ my legs up over his shoulders and my nails diggin’ in his muscular ass cheeks while he fucked me down. I shook away the thought before I changed my mind and gave him some pussy.
As soon as he turned his head, facin’ the other way, I reached into my bag and pulled out my nickel-plated nine-millimeter with the silencer attached. I walked up on him. Theessrrpp! I blasted him in the back of his head. I hadn’t touched shit so I was gonna be able to dip out real easy. I let out a deep breath, relieved that this went smoother than I had expected. Well, that’s what I thought. But jas I was headed toward the door, it opened. And in stepped this fine-ass nigga. My eyes popped open. My face cracked. Keepin’ shit real, a bitch almost passed the fuck out. It was Grant!
“Yo, who da fuck are you?” he asked, starin’ me down. He squinted. The door closed behind him. I took a deep breath and backed up real slow, pullin’ off my wig and removin’ my glasses. I was caught and there was no need tryna talk my way outta it. “Yo, what the fuck you doin’ up in here with my brotha?”
My mouth dropped. “Ya brotha?” I asked in disbelief as he walked up on me.
“Yeah, Kat, my brotha,” he replied, soundin’ heated. He glanced over at the bed and saw the mark sprawled on his stomach with blood oozin’ outta a hole in the back of his head. He blacked. “Yo, what the fuck did you fuckin’ do?” He ran over to the bed, shakin’ the body. “Yo, Greg, man, you aiight? Wake up, man. Yo, Greg.” He shook ’im, all frantic and whatnot, then looked up at me. “Why da fuck did you kill him, huh, bitch? Is you fuckin’ crazy? That’s my fam, bitch! You’se a dead ho. Word on my brotha’s body.” He jumped up and tried to come at me. But I had pulled my gun out and had it pointed at his head. He stopped in his tracks.
“Now put ya hands up and on the back of ya head, and don’t move ’em,” I said.
He did, turnin’ his head back toward his brotha. When it finally hit him that his brotha was layin’ there naked, he stared at him for a minute longer, then shot me a look. “Did you just fuck my fam, then turn around and kill ’im?”
“No, I didn’t fuck him,” I said, relieved I didn’t. “You asked me several times how I made my paper,” I said, starin’ him in his eyes. “And I never answered you ’cause I hoped I wouldn’t ever have to tell you. I hoped that I would be outta this shit. But, now it looks like it doesn’t really matter.” I knew the nigga was strapped so I tried to keep my eyes on his hands.
“I don’t believe this shit!” he yelled, holdin’ his head and walkin’ in circles. “I don’t fuckin’ believe it! Why?”
“It’s my job,” I offered, avoidin’ his eyes. It rattled a bitch’s nerves to see the look on my man’s face. Okay, the nigga wasn’t officially my man, but he was the nigga I was fuckin’ on a regular. And I was diggin’ him. Anyway, knowin’ I had caused the pained look in his eyes started fuckin’ with me. Keep shit cute, bitch, I warned myself, tryin’ fuckin’ hard not to look at him. Ain’t no time for gettin’ all soft up in this piece, ho. He broke down cryin’. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! E’erything was all fucked up. But there wasn’t shit I could do ’bout it. It was too late. And what really fucked a bitch up the most was knowin’ one of us wasn’t gonna be walkin’ up outta here. “I wish it didn’t hafta go down like this,” I said softly.
“Fuck you, bitch!” he spat. “Fuck you talkin’ ’bout it’s ya job? Fuck you wishin’ for, bitch? You just bodied my brotha!”
“It’s what I do,” I said, keepin’ my heat aimed at his head. But for the first time in years, my hands shook. On the inside a bitch was tremblin’. I took two deep breaths. “It’s my hustle.”
“Ya ‘hustle’? Bitch, is you cracked out or what? How the fuck is killin’ muhfuckas ya hustle? You killed my muhfuckin’ fam.”
My heart ached. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I took a deep breath. “Like with ya bruh,” I tried to explain. “When somebody puts a hit out on a nigga, someone’s paid to make that shit happen. Tonight, it was me. Trust me. If it wasn’t me, it woulda been someone else slumpin’ him. It was a done deal. Whoever he pissed on wanted him murked.”
“Hits? Who the fuck ordered a hit out on him?”
“That’s not my concern. Makin’ it happen is. I don’t get caught up in all the details. The less I know, the better. But had I known he was related to you, I woulda passed.”
