The Black Corleones 2: Love Ain't Loyal (11 page)

When they
got to their apartment, Khloe hugged Samir from behind as he opened their door and softly whispered in his ear that she was ready to give him her virginity.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I just wanna make you happy.”

“But I’m already happy. We don’t need sex to make me happy
, baby.”

“I know
, but I’m ready for you to make love to me, Samir,” she told him as she grabbed his hand and led him to him their bedroom.

Once inside
, Khloe made her move. She kissed him and unbuttoned his dress shirt. He gripped her breast as she came out of her clothes, never unlocking her lips from his. She moved toward their bed and lie down, pulling him on top of her. He kissed her all over as she felt her lower regions warm up from his hands caressing her.

He stopped
, looked at her naked body and asked her once more was she sure she wanted this, she assured him that it was okay.

Samir was just as nervous as she was
. Even though he had dealt with a few virgins; Khloe was different because he loved her.

He kissed her as he began to gently push himself inside of her tight pussy. She gasped and squeezed him as she tried to remember her
friend’s advice to relax.

“Are you ok
ay? Do you want me to stop?” Samir asked, realizing he was hurting her.

“No
, Samir, don’t stop,” she told him.

H
e continued to push himself inside of her. She screamed as she felt her cherry pop. He had every inch between her thighs. He stopped for only a moment to allow her to get familiar with the feeling of his dick inside her pussy, and then he began to stroke her slow and deep. The more he moved, the more she screamed, until her screams of pain turned into screams of pleasure.

“OOOOOHHHHH
, Samir, I love you so much,” she moaned as he fucked her.

“I love you too. Shit
, this pussy is tight. You feel good as hell,” he said as he increased his speed, sending shocks of ecstasy through her body.

“Samir
, baby, oh God… I can’t take it. I don’t know what’s going on,” she said as she felt herself cumming for the first time.

He told her that she was about to nut and commanded that she let it out. He fucked her faster and faster as he
r pussy loosed up for him even more. The thought of her cumming excited him and brought him to his peak.

He gripped her ass as he felt himself about to nut. She screamed his name and right when he could feel her pussy spasm on his dick
, he climaxed deep inside of her.

Breathing heavy and feeling drained
, he kissed her slowly as the last bit of nut oozed out of his dick and into her pussy. He pulled out and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning Samir woke up with a slight hangover and Khloe asleep on his chest. He checked his two
-way for any messages and started to think about the way Cesar was acting at their graduation party. He was starting to wonder what was going on in Cesar’s mind, but he didn’t want to assume the worse, so he texted him to meet up so they could talk about how he felt.

Samir didn’t want to believe that Cesar was beginning to turn against
them. He took his recent distance as Cesar just being Cesar, but he couldn’t allow himself to believe that what was happening right under his nose was actually true.

He kissed Khloe on the forehead and got up to get dressed. He knew he had to get to the bottom of this Cesar issue before it came back to bite him the ass.

Phone ringing

“Yo, what’s up?” Meko answered his phone
, groggy.

“Mek, get up nigga. I need you to get on this Oglesby
Boy shit with Cesar, right now,” Samir said, sounding concerned.

“SC
, come on bro, it’s only…..”

“
Two thirty in the afternoon, my nigga. So, get out that pussy and get on it,” he teased Meko.

“I ain
’t in no fucking pussy, Joe. I think I’m still drunk from last night. That shit was crazy. I don’t even remember half of it.”

“Well
, do you remember Ces hopping in the whip with Rocko. You do remember Rocko, right?”

“Man
, I’m still hot about that. What the fuck was this nigga thinking. Why is he even aligning himself with niggas who clearly don’t fuck with us?”

“That’s what I’m talking about. You can bring
‘ol girl to my crib with Khloe, but I need you to put your ear to the streets and have lil’ Carlos researching this shit for us.”

“Aight G, I’m on it.”

“And Meko, them niggas are Mickey Corbras, so hit up Valli and tell him to put the stones on alert, just as a precautionary measure.”

“I got you.”

Samir left a note and some money for Khloe and headed out the door to meet Cesar. His mind was going to every scenario possible, but never once did it go to Cesar’s impending betrayal.

He
and Cesar grew up together; Cesar knew his weakness and his strengths. He brought Cesar in when everybody around him told him not to. He never thought he would see the day his very best friend was turning against him. His mind was wondering when his phone rang.

“Baby
, where are you?” he heard Khloe ask when he picked up.

“I ha
d to make a run babe. I left a note and some money for you to go shopping or something when Meko brings your girl over. I’ll have a driver pick you up when you’re ready.”

“I wanted to have breakfast with you though.”

“I’m sorry baby, but I promise, we can go to dinner tonight, anywhere you want.”

“Well
, okay then.”

“Don’t be like that Khlo, I had something very important to do.”

“Okay, baby, it’s cool. Someone is at the door anyway, so I’ll see you tonight.”

“Ok
ay.”

He could sense that she was upset
about leaving her in the house, but she was going to have to understand that this was his life and sometimes there would be things she didn’t like, and sometimes he would move in a way she wouldn’t understand.

B
ut Samir couldn’t focus on Khloe at the moment; he had to focus on getting a handle on his crew before it proved to be detrimental.

Back at his house
, Khloe was fuming because he left without even saying goodbye. She saw the money on the counter with a ten thousand dollar band around it and wondered to herself if this was what her life would be like. Her man always gone, but leaving stacks of money on the counter like it would make his absence any better.

She looked through her peephole and saw her best friend dressed in a brand new outfit that she didn’t have on the night before.

“Ummm, bitch, where you get these clothes from, you didn’t have a purse last night that was big enough to carry extra clothes?”

“Meko b
rought this for me, cuz’ I was not about to be caught dead doing the walk of shame through your building in the same clothes I had on last night.”

“Fucking for clothes
, you ain’t nothing but a hoe,” Khloe teased.

“Bitch
, whatever. So, how was your first time?”

“It would have been amazing if I didn’t wake up alone this afternoon.”

“Khloe, don’t you start with that nagging and tripping shit. You got a good ass nigga. Look how he got you living. He took you away from that hell hole of a life and he’s giving you everything.”

“Girl
, I don’t care about this stuff. I just want him. You like all this material stuff, and niggas leaving money on the counter like you’re a hoe.”

“Bitch
, please… he left this money on the counter to make sure you were straight while he handled his business. It’s time for you to stop playing a grown woman and start acting like one. Samir is a hustler baby… and he don’t need to be dealing with his spoil brat girlfriend who wants him at home every second when he has to deal with the shit in the streets; be a good girl, Khloe… don’t nag him.”

Khloe didn’t respond to Shay
, but she did understand where she was coming from. She didn’t want to cause Samir any unwanted strife when he was already dealing with so much being a young boss. She just wanted to be the kind of woman that he could come to and forget about his troubles and leave his worries at the door. Love wasn’t even a strong enough word to describe how she felt about him. She felt bad for acting like a brat and knew she had to make it up to him, so that’s exactly what she planned to do when he returned home.

In the meanwhile
, she took the money he left her and took her friend out for a well needed girl’s day in the Rolls Royce Samir had waiting for her.

Samir
, on the other hand wasn’t having the same good day as Shay and Khloe. Feeling like he didn’t have a handle on his own operation was starting to get under his skin more than he would have liked to admit. But he wasn’t going to assume the worst before he spoke to Cesar.

When he pulled up to Pepe’s restaurant on 147
th
in the burbs, he saw Cesar’s car parked. He pulled into the small parking lot and collected his thoughts before he went inside. Once in the restaurant, he spotted his boy and joined him at the table.

“SC, what’s up with you? Last night was crazy
,” Cesar laughed as he hugged Samir.

“Yea
, it was, but that’s exactly what I wanna talk to you about. Ces, bro, we been down since we been in diapers. Are you not happy with this family?” Samir got straight to the point.

“What kinda fucking question is that for you to be asking me? I help start this family. I’m just as much a Black Corleone as any one of you niggas
,” Cesar retaliated.

“I never said you weren’t
, but Black Corleones’ ride for each other, and with each other. Just keep it real, why you kicking with Rocko and the Oglesby Boys?”

“First off
, Samir, don’t come questioning me about shit I do, cuz’ I’m a grown ass man. I was kicking with Rocko cuz’ that’s my nigga. Shit, it was graduation night and my niggas came out to celebrate with me.”

“Th
ose are your niggas, right? The Oglesby Boys are
your
niggas, huh? What about the Black Corleones, are we
your
niggas? Cuz’ you damn sure ain’t been acting like it. Since when did a group of niggas who never wanted to see us shine become
your
niggas? Since when did a group of niggas who the whole city knows don’t fuck with the Black Corleones, become buddy, buddy with a Black Corleone, Cesar? Please inform me on the matter, cuz’ I need to know where I been all this time while my second in command been linking up with my rival.”

“Your rival
, SC? See, I’m starting to feel like this shit has become all about
Samir Kendal aka Samir Corleone
.
It’s always
your
crew and
your
operation. Everything is about you, Sam… and you too blind to see it. Ever since that nigga Kyle fucked up, you’ve been different. How you call me second in command, the capo, but yet you call Meko for everything. Am, I really second in command, Sam, or is that just something you talking cuz’ you salty behind Rocko and the Oglesby Boys. When we started this shit it was about us, The Black Fucking Corleones. Now, all I hear is Samir and the Corleones, like we ain’t put in as much work as you.”

“So
, that’s what this is about, huh?” You want people to say your name. You wanna be the man, huh? Let me make one thing clear Ces, I don’t give a fuck about what the streets got to say about what goes on inside this crew, because we know what the real is. Niggas gon’ keep talking, but we keep making the profit they can’t. And you my nigga, doing what you did last night in front of everybody gives them something to talk about, and you know what they saying. They saying the Black Corleone foundation is weak. They saying that we can’t even hold on to our core as a crew, so how could we possibly hold on to our operation, and you fucking with niggas who’s known not to fuck with us just gives them ammo. Yet, you’re so blinded by the fucking titles that you can’t even see what you doing to us on the back end.”

On some level
s, Cesar knew everything Samir was saying was right, but he couldn’t see past his ego. Being a Corleone changed his life, but he didn’t see it that way. He didn’t feel respected and the Oglesby Boys where feeding his undeserving ego by making him think he was above the other members of the Black Corleone family.

They manipulated his pride and greed by making him feel like they had his back more than his own crew.
Cesar could feel his loyalty shifting, but he wasn’t ready to walk away from being a Black Corleone because he helped build this empire and he and Samir were friends their whole lives.

He knew he could always smooth things over with Samir
, but it was time he started setting himself up to be in control of his own shit, without the Corleones.