Knee Deep in the Game (11 page)

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Authors: Boston George

“Pop, what exactly are you looking for?” she asked, looking him dead in his eyes.
“I don't understand,” Pop said, leaning back further on the couch.
“Are you looking for a girlfriend, or do you just want to fuck me every now and then?” Melissa asked, not beating around the bush.
“I'm looking for a real woman that's willing to hold her man down when she have to,” Pop answered.
“Pop, don't bullshit me, I haven't had a man in over a year and a half, I'm looking for something that's going to be real. All the men I dealt with in my past all did me dirty, so if you just want to fuck then I'm going to have to ask you to leave,” she said, hoping and praying Pop would be different.
“Come on, baby, you know I wouldn't do that to you,” Pop lied. Little did Melissa know but Pop had been feeling her for the longest.
“Pop, I don't want to sound crazy, but if you break my heart I'm going to kill you,” Melissa said seriously.
“Come on, ma, why you trying to disrespect me like that?” Pop asked.
“I'm sorry, Pop, I just don't want to get hurt again,” Melissa said as she gripped Pop's chin and planted a big wet kiss on his lips.
“Baby, why would I want to hurt you?” Pop asked as he lifted up Melissa's wife beater, exposing her pretty round breasts.
“Pop, if you keep it real with me I'll keep it real with you,” Melissa whispered as she slowly took off her wife beater and tossed it on the floor. She kissed him one more time as she noticed his empty cup. “Papi, let me get you a refill,” she said as she stood up and slid out of her booty shorts, then headed to the kitchen.
Melissa's ass was so fat that her butt cheeks swallowed the red thong she wore. All that could be seen as she walked to the kitchen was her ass jiggling all over the place. The top of her red thong, the G-string could no longer be seen.
Pop couldn't believe what was about to go down. As he sat waiting for Melissa to return, he felt his Nextel vibrating. He looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Nika who was calling. Without even thinking twice, he turned off his cell phone. He knew he was wrong but at the moment the alcohol was in control and the emotions he was feeling for Melissa were too strong to deny.
“Bring that donkey ass over here,” Pop slurred as Melissa made her way back over to the couch.
“What you still doing fully dressed?” she asked, placing one hand on her hip. “You ain't getting this drink until you naked,” she warned.
Without hesitation Pop did as he was told. Once he was naked, Melissa handed him his drink and turned on some music.
 
 
Once the music started flowing Melissa decided to put on a show for her guest and started shaking her ass.
Pop pulled out a few singles and playfully tossed them on the floor as he continued to watch the show. He was surprised when he saw Melissa break down into a split; because of how thick she was he couldn't picture her doing it. Not only did she drop down into a split, but she bounced twice, then came back up effortlessly.
“Fuck this bullshit,” Pop said as he stood up, hard dick and all. “Yo, bring that ass over here.”
Once he got his hands on Melissa he aggressively ripped off her thong and tossed her on the couch.
“Just tell me how you want it, papi, however you want it it's yours,” Melissa moaned, already anticipating how good the dick was going to feel. “It's been a long time so take it easy,” she begged as she got on all fours on the couch.
“I got you, ma,” Pop replied smoothly as he rolled on a condom.
Melissa's pussy was so wet from anticipation that Pop just slid right in with no problem.
“Easy,
papi
,” Melissa moaned, pleased at the size of Pop.
He slowly eased his way inside, making sure he was fully in before he started to pick up the pace. He couldn't believe how warm, tight, and wet Melissa's pussy was.
“Mmmm ...” Melissa moaned as she wrapped her legs around Pop's waist and began to claw at his back. Pop then took Melissa's legs and placed them all the way back to her shoulders, as he proceeded to get deeper and deeper inside Melissa's pussy. He watched as his dick disappeared then reappeared in and out of Melissa's pussy. Once Pop was sure Melissa was broken in he quickly turned her around on all fours and began fuckin' the shit out of her. With each stroke delivered, Melissa's ass cheeks jiggled all over the place as she began throwing her ass back with force. Pop tried to look away and not look at Melissa's ass jiggling in his face so he could last a little longer, but that trick didn't work this time. He quickly pulled out and came all over Melissa's butt.
“Well, damn,” Pop said, smiling and breathing heavily. “I ain't know it was like that.”
“Whatever, you just better not ever take me or this pussy for granted,” Melissa said, smirking as she walked to the bathroom. Pop just watched Melissa's ass cheeks, which still had fresh cum on them, continue to jiggle as she disappeared inside the bathroom.
Chapter Ten
“Did you get the flowers and balloons I sent you?” Vanessa asked as she was giving Fresh an oil massage.
“Yeah, I got them and I got into a big-ass fight over them too,” Fresh responded as he gave her a slight grin.
“Shit, she lucky I was out of town, because we would have both just been fighting. I would have been at the hospital and you know it,” Vanessa said confidently.
“Yeah, I know,” Fresh said, happy that she was out of town on business. “Yo, I'm going to have come back and see you tomorrow, okay?” he said as he stood up to leave.
“Okay, baby, that's cool,” Vanessa responded as she watched Fresh put on his jacket as he stood up to leave.
“Be careful out there in that rain, and make sure you drive safely,” she warned.
“I got you, baby,” Fresh stated as he stepped outside and quickly ran to his car door so he wouldn't get too wet.
Vanessa stood in the doorway until Fresh's taillights disappeared in the darkness before she went back inside. Fresh didn't even get one foot in the door before Amanda was already bitching. “Where the fuck you been all day?” she asked, snaking her neck, looking at the clock.
“Outside!” Fresh answered quickly, not in the mood for an argument.
“Where at outside?” she asked, looking for trouble.
“Yo, don't be questioning me. I was taking care of some business,” Fresh snarled in a nasty tone.
“I'm your wife—I have the right to know where you are at all times,” Amanda fumed.
“Wife?” Fresh said, letting out a soft laugh. “I don't have time for this shit. I'm going to take a shower.”
“Why you rushing to take a shower? You haven't even been home for five minutes,” she asked with bad intentions. Fresh didn't answer; instead he just went straight in the bathroom and closed the door.
“This mu'fucka got a lot of nerve cheating on me as good as I am to him,” Amanda said to herself as she heard the shower turn on. Once Amanda was sure that Fresh was in the shower, she went in the bedroom and started snooping around. The first thing she picked up was Fresh's sidekick. As soon as she picked it up the sound of it ringing startled her, catching her off guard and causing it to fumble around in her hands. Once she regained control she looked at the device that read NEW MESSAGE. It was from Vanessa.
Hey, baby, I'm just checking to see if you made it home safe, and out of the rain, well hit me back later ‘cause I'm about to take a nap, you know that dick always put me to sleep LOL ... I'm out, later.
After Amanda read that message, rage and anger could be seen all in her face. She immediately headed straight to the bathroom.
“I thought you didn't know any fuckin' Vanessa?” Amanda yelled, snatching back the shower curtain.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Fresh asked, not sure what was going on or what to say.
“This what the fuck I'm talking about!” Amanda growled, showing Fresh the message from Vanessa in his sidekick.
Fuck, I'm slipping yo
, Fresh thought as he tried to not look surprised.
“Bitch, what the fuck is you doing going through my shit?” Fresh yelled as he back-slapped Amanda with his wet hand.
“Fuck you, mu'fucka! You going to get what's coming to you,” she promised as she tossed Fresh's sidekick in the toilet, then headed to the bedroom.
This bitch is fuckin crazy,
Fresh thought as he hopped straight out of the shower and headed to the bedroom, dripping wet. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Amanda didn't respond; instead, she just continued to pack her duffel bag and grab the rest of her belongings. “I hope it was worth it, you heartless bastard,” she snarled as she grabbed her keys off the dresser. She headed outside in the pouring rain, heated out of her mind. When Amanda got outside she found out that the storm had gotten much worse, but she didn't care. She just headed outside, threw her shit in the trunk, and hopped in the driver's seat of her Intrepid.
“Baby, come back inside so we can talk about this,” Fresh yelled from the doorway as he partially stepped out, but it was no use as he watched his woman pull out into the storm.
“I shouldn't have left,” Amanda said out loud, crying her eyes out, trying to stay focused on the road. It was raining so hard that she could barely see a thing. Her ringing cell phone didn't help the matter—it just made it worst.
“Stop fuckin' calling me!” Amanda yelled out loud, looking at the cell phone as if it was going to talk back.
After ten minutes of nonstop ringing she couldn't take it any more. “What the fuck do you want?” she yelled into her cell phone as she lost control of the vehicle. Before she could regain control of the vehicle she saw a woman and a child in front of her headlights. Immediately, she stomped her brakes. The back tires slid, causing the vehicle to swerve. Before Amanda knew it the young child bounced off her windshield and up into the air. Amanda bumped her head on the steering wheel as the vehicle came to a complete stop. Blood trickled from her forehead as she stepped out of the vehicle.
“What the fuck did you do?” the woman screamed out, clutching her dead daughter's head in her arms. “You didn't see that red light?” the woman asked, her face full of tears.
“No, I didn't see a red light,” Amanda mumbled, feeling sorry for the woman standing in front of her. All she could do was say sorry. Amanda was shaking nervously as she put a hand over her mouth in disbelief.
“Yeah, you going to be sorry,” the woman snarled as she dialed 911 in her cell phone. Not knowing what to do, Amanda quickly hopped back in her car and fled the scene.
“Hey, get back here, you murderer,” the woman yelled as tears streamed down her face and she watched the car that killed her daughter disappear into the night.
“What the fuck did I just do?” Amanda asked herself out loud as she tried to watch the road through her cracked windshield. “All I have to do is get to Melissa's house so I can ditch this car, and I'll be all right,” she told herself over and over again. Right before Amanda approached the highway she saw flashing lights in her rearview mirror. “Oh my God, I'm going to jail,” she said repeatedly to herself as she pulled over and from her rearview mirror watched the white police officer make his way to her vehicle.
“Miss, can you please step out of the vehicle?” the red-faced officer asked, shining his bright flashlight in Amanda's face. Once out of the vehicle the red-faced officer roughly pushed her on the hood of the wet car and proceeded to search her just as rough. “Miss, put your hands behind your back,” he said in a smooth tone as he handcuffed her, then placed her in the backseat of his squad car. “I hope you got a good lawyer,” the officer chuckled as he slammed the back door to the squad car.
Chapter Eleven
“Wow, look at how real these people look!” little Brittany bragged as she and her other brother played the new game that Pop had just bought them. They were sitting, having a good time—that was, until Teresa came stumbling in. “What the fuck is that y'all in here playing?” Teresa slurred, with her eyes bloodshot red.
“PlayStation 3,” little Brittany answered proudly.
“Where the fuck did y'all get that from?”
“Pop brought it for us,” Brittany answered again.
“Pop brought it for y'all?” Teresa asked skeptically. She looked at the game as she swayed back and forth, trying to keep her balance.
“Didn't I tell you he's not allowed in my house anymore?” she barked, snatching the plug out of the wall. “I'm taking this mu'fucka to the pawnshop,” she said loudly as she placed the system in a garbage bag, and headed back toward the door. The sighs of the kids and sounds of them smacking their lips in disappointment filled the air as they looked at Teresa drunkenly gathering the cords.
“We can't never have nothing nice,” Little Brittany mumbled under her breath in disappointment.
“I heard that, you little bitch,” Teresa said as she bent down and slapped the little girl across her face with all of her might. “You get that disrespectful shit from that idiot Pop,” she yelled as she headed out the door with the PS3.
“What the fuck you mean you in jail?” Fresh yelled angrily into the receiver.
“Mu'fucka, what part don't you understand? It's your fault why I'm in here anyway,” Amanda barked back.
“Who the fuck you talking to like that?” Fresh questioned.
“Fresh, don't play with me,” she warned.
“What you mean don't play with you?” Fresh asked as he looked at the receiver to make sure he wasn't bugging.
“All I know is that I better get bailed out before the night is out or else! As much shit as you done put me through, shit,” Amanda stated boldly.
“You'll be out before the night is out,” Fresh said as he slammed the phone down in her ear.
“Yo, you ready to go pick this nigga Tito up?” Rusty asked quietly, sensing something was wrong.
“Huh,” Fresh asked, snapping out of his inner thoughts.
“You ready to pick up Tito?” Rusty asked again.
“Yeah, let's be out,” Fresh answered as him and Rusty headed out the door and hopped in the Range Rover.
“Yo, you know that nigga Bernard?” Rusty asked as he pulled out into traffic.
“You talking about that nigga you took with you on the Bamboo hit?” Fresh asked, searching his memory.
“Yeah, that nigga,” Rusty began excitedly. “My man told me he just got picked up the other day by them five-oh.”
“You think he talking?” Fresh asked quickly.
Rusty shrugged his shoulders. “I don't know, he ain't really a street nigga like that. I just used him that night 'cause I needed one more man so it probably won't be too hard to get to roll over.”
“Do what you gotta do,” Fresh said without thinking twice about it. His motto was if you had to think about whether a person would snitch or not, then more than likely he would turn out to be a problem, and the last thing Fresh needed was another problem.
 
 
“You heard that nigga Tito getting out today, right?” Pooh asked, spitting out some sunflower seeds.
“Yeah, I heard it's supposed to be a big party for him tonight,” Pop replied quickly.
“I heard it's going to be mad hoes there and all that,” Pooh said excitedly.
“We'll see,” Pop said as he noticed little Brittany walking with her head down again.
“I'll be right back,” Pop said, making his way over to his little sister.
“Yo, what's wrong with you?” Pop asked.
“Mommy took the game and pawned it,” little Brittany said, feeling ashamed of her mother.
“Brittany, please tell me you lying,” Pop asked seriously.
“Nope, she took it to the pawnshop earlier,” Brittany tattled.
“Damn, you know how much I paid for that shit,” Pop growled.
“The people looked so real on that game too,” little Brittany added.
“Is Mommy upstairs right now?” Pop asked heatedly.
“Yeah, she just woke up,” Brittany answered.
“Okay, I want you to go to the park and play, all right?”
“Okay, Pop,” little Brittany said as she headed to the park.
“This bitch must be crazy,” Pop said to himself as he went to go pay Ms. Teresa a little visit.
“Damn, it feels good to be home,” Tito said, giving Rusty and Fresh a pound followed by a hug.
“Glad to have you back home,” Fresh said, handing Tito a brown paper bag full of money.
“Good looking, baby, It's going to be just like old times out here, B,” Tito stated, happy to be home.
“You know I had to bring your baby girl,” Rusty cut in, placing a P89 in Tito's hand. Tito looked at the gun and let out a slight chuckle. “Damn it feels good to get away from those crackers and those fuckin' mountains,” he said as he took a brief pause, admiring his P89 Ruger. “I'm home now, baby, you already know what time it is,” Tito said as the Range Rover pulled off, headed to the big city.
 
 
When Pop entered his mother's small apartment it was junky and dirty as usual. He stepped over the clothes and random trash as he made his way over to Teresa, who was sitting on the couch slouching.
“What the fuck you doing in my mu'fuckin' house?” Teresa asked, frowning at the sight of her son.
“Yo, where the fuck is my money?” Pop asked bluntly, as he ignored the several roaches on the wall playing follow the leader.
“What money you talking about?” Teresa asked, dumbfounded.
“Bitch, stop playing stupid with me. You know what money I'm talking about,” Pop said, kicking over a bag of dirty clothes that stood in front of him.
“Boy, you must have lost your fuckin' mind!” Teresa yelled as she hopped up and back-slapped Pop dead across his face. The impact from the blow busted his lip and caused his hat to fly off. Instantly Pop turned and caught his moms with a right hook followed by a sharp uppercut, sending Teresa crashing into the kitchen table. He snapped.
“That's just what I wanted you to do, you dumb mu'fucka. Now you going straight to jail,” Teresa snarled through a pair of bloody lips as she held her jaw. Pop quickly ran out of the house when he saw his mother reaching for the phone and disappeared into the staircase. Once outside Pop made his way straight to Nika's house, so he could hide out until it was time to go to the party. When Pop stepped in the crib Nika was naked placing lotion on her sexy body.
“Hey, baby, what you doing home so early?” Nika asked, happy her man was home.
“I just had to fuck my moms up!” Pop blurted out.
“Please tell me you lying,” Nika said, walking around naked.
“I had just bought my little sister a PS3, and my mother pawned it the next day.”
“So you going to risk going to jail over six hundred dollars?” Nika asked, not understanding the point.
“It's not about the money, it's about the principle, you dig?” Pop replied.
“I hear what you saying, but you still have to be smarter than that, because you know your mother will call the cops on you in a New York minute,” Nika reminded him.
“Yeah, you right. I'm going to go take a shower real quick; hopefully, that will make me feel better,” Pop said as he removed his shirt.
“Pop, is it all right if I go to the club tonight with a few of my friends?” Nika asked as she began to paint her toenails.
“I don't care,” he answered. “I'm going too but I really don't want to!” he said as he closed the bathroom door. While Pop was in the shower, Nika came in the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat, hoping to cheer him up.
“Baby, no matter what happens you know I'm going to be right here by your side the whole way,” Nika promised him.
“I know, baby,” Pop responded as he cut off the water and hopped out of the shower. That last comment made him love Nika even more—knowing she had his back 100 percent was all he needed to hear. Once fully dressed, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Pooh's number.
“Yo, where you at?” Pop asked.
“Nigga, I'm downstairs waiting for you,” Pooh answered excitedly.
“Cool. I'm coming down right now,” Pop said, ending the conversation.
“Baby, I'm out. I'll see you at the club, okay?” Pop yelled over his shoulder.
“Okay, boo, be careful,” Nika said as she continued cleaning up the house. As Pop headed down the steps he felt bad about lying to Nika, but the truth was he loved her and Melissa, no way he would be able to choose.
“Yo, the cops are out here looking for you,” Pooh said as he gave his friend a pound.
“Word? Where them clowns at right now?” Pop asked, looking over both shoulders.
“I don't know, they were out here with your moms earlier,” Pooh said as he slid in the passenger side of the Magnum.
“Those mu'fuckas going to have to catch me, you dig?” Pop said, pulling out of his parking spot.
“You about to finally meet Tito,” Pooh said, letting out a light chuckle.
“What's so funny?”
“You'll see when you meet him,” Pooh answered.
“Yeah, a'ight,” Pop said, turning up the volume on his Lil Wayne CD.
When Pop pulled up in front of Fresh's warehouse, cars were parked everywhere—you would have thought the president had just got out of jail. “Yo, pass me my ratchet from out of the glove compartment,” Pop said, sticking the 9 mm in his waistband.
As soon as Pop stepped foot inside the warehouse he spotted Tito immediately. They way the man handled himself demanded attention. Tito was a fast-talking Dominican who didn't take no shit from nobody, and was known for being very disrespectful.
“Let me introduce you to my main man, Pop,” Fresh stated plainly as him and Tito walked over to where Pop and Pooh stood.
“So, this suppose to be my new replacement, huh?” Tito asked, laughing loudly, making a scene. “This baby-faced cocksucker wouldn't hurt a fuckin' fly,” Tito said cockily, not caring about the man standing in front of him. Little did he know, he was talking to a killer.
“Who the fuck is you talking to like that, B?” Pop asked, ready to get it on and poppin'.
“Make your move, chump,” Tito growled, getting all up in Pop's face.
“Y'all niggas chill the fuck out. We all on the same team,” Fresh said, stepping in between the two men.

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