“Yeah, that's all me.” Yayo slid out the car. “You just keep your eyes on the road,” he said playfully.
“Yo, grab one of those duffel bags. I'll keep one, just in case I don't make it home,” Gruff said. “We'll split everything up tomorrow.”
“A'ight, bet.” Yayo gave Gruff some dap, grabbed the duffel bag from off the floor, and headed toward his crib. “Yo, come on!” he yelled over his shoulder.
Mary sucked her teeth. “Nigga, don't be rushing me, after I been here waiting on you for thirty minutes.”
“You wasn't supposed to be here for another hour,” Yayo said, opening up the front door.
“I was supposed to be meeting my brother to pick up some money.” Mary kicked off her shoes. “But he ain't answering his phone.”
“When am I going to meet this mystery brother of yours?” Yayo asked as he stripped down butt naked to get in the shower.
“Soon.” Mary noticed that her man's hand was bleeding. “Baby, what happened to your hand? You're bleeding all over the carpet.” She rushed to the bathroom, where she grabbed a washcloth, quickly wet it, and rushed back to the living room. “Here, put this on it,” Mary said, wrapping the rag around Yayo's hand.
Yayo told her, “I had to knock this bitch the fuck out.”
“Well, damn! How hard did you hit the bitch?”
“My hand is fine.” Yayo snatched his hand away. “Let me hop in the shower real quick then you can bandage me up.” He disappeared inside the bathroom, got in the shower, and stood directly under the shower.
Yayo favored the actor Mekhi Phifer, except that he had a little bit more muscles. He looked down at his hand and examined the nasty cut in the palm of his hand. Yayo stood in the shower caught up in a daydream when he felt a pair of hands grab his chest from behind.
“Damn, baby!” he said, wiping the water from his eyes. “You scared the shit outta me.”
“I ain't going to hurt you, baby”âMary turned Yayo around so he was facing herâ”unless you want me to.” She squatted down so she was face to face with Yayo's dick. She quickly slid his dick in her mouth and slurped all the water off of it, playing with her pussy with one hand and jerking his dick with the other hand.
Yayo guided her head with his hand. “Yeah, baby.”
Mary pulled her head away quickly.
“What's wrong?” Yayo asked, a confused look on his face.
“I need my dick!” she said, rolling her eyes. “Last time I was sucking your dick, you came and left me hanging. We ain't doing that no more break me off and I'll break you off.”
Mary turned around and bent over, placing her hands on the wall. A light moan escaped her lips when she felt Yayo enter her walls.
“Make sure you get all this pussy, baby.” Mary spread one of her ass cheeks open, so Yayo could go up in her as far as possible.
Yayo watched as Mary's fat, juicy, wet ass cheeks clapped off his torso with each stroke he delivered.
After sliding in and out of Mary's wet walls for about fifteen minutes, he quickly pulled out and watched his semen flow down the drain with the rest of the water.
Once they was out the shower, Mary wrapped up Yayo's hand as the two lay in bed watching re-runs of
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“Fuck it! Why not?” Gruff said to himself as he pulled into the parking spot in front of the bar. For some reason he just didn't feel like going straight to his rundown roach-motel room tonight. He walked up in the bar and quickly found a table over in the corner.
A waitress came over. “How you doing tonight, sir?” she said politely. “My name is Denise. Can I get anything for you tonight?”
“Yeah, let me get a bottle of Cîroc and a bottle of orange juice.” Gruff pulled out a big wad of cash. “How much?”
“Your total is one seventy,” Denise said, looking Gruff in his eyes.
“Here you go, ma.” He handed her two hundred-dollar bills. “Keep the change.”
“Thanks, sweetie.” Denise winked as she walked off to go cover his order.
Once the waitress walked off, Gruff quickly scanned the whole place. He noticed a few jump-offs giving him the eye over at the bar.
Denise came back with his bottle of Cîroc and orange juice. “I get off in ten minutes. You better save me a drink.” She smiled as she walked off.
“I got you!” Gruff yelled loud enough so that she could hear him. He craned his neck so he could get a better look at Denise's ass. She had a nice-sized ass for a “slim goody.”
Yeah, I might have to take that down tonight.
Gruff smirked as he bobbed his head to the sound of Young Jeezy's voice blaring throughout the bar.
Ten minutes later Denise returned to Gruff's table as promised. “You got that drink for me?” she asked, looking down at Gruff.
Gruff nodded toward the bottle. “Help yourself.”
Denise poured herself a drink and quickly sipped it. “May I have a seat?”
“Of course.” Gruff tried to look at her ass from the front.
“So, you live around here?”
“Why?” Gruff asked defensively.
“Because I been working here for two years and this is my first time seeing you come in here.”
Gruff lied, “Nah, I live in Harlem.”
“So what you doing all the way out in Brooklyn at this time of night?”
“Just came to get my drink on?”
“What's your name?”
“Mr. Perfect.” Gruff smiled.
“Mr. Perfect, huh?” Denise laughed. “If it works for you, then it works for me.”
“What you doing later?”
“I'm about to go home.”
“You want some company?”
“I wish.” Denise laughed. “I live with my man, and he don't play that shit. He's on his way up here to pick me up now.”
“Oh so that's why you keep on looking at your cell phone?” Gruff sipped on his drink.
“Yeah, he's going to call me when he's outside.”
“Let me get your number before you disappear on me,” Gruff said smoothly.
“Are you crazy? I'm not giving you my number! But I'll take yours.”
Gruff smiled as he jotted his number down on a napkin and slid it over to her. “Make sure you call me too.”
“I got you, Mr. Perfect.” She smiled as she slid the napkin inside of her purse. “Can I get another drink before I go?”
“Help yourself.” Gruff nodded toward the bottle once again.
Denise smiled as she grabbed the bottle and poured herself another drink.
A deep voice boomed, “DENISE!!!!”
Denise's whole body jumped when she heard that voice. “Umm, hey, Rah Rah.” She got up and moved in for a hug.
Rah Rah declined her hug. He yelled, “Fuck is you over here doing?”
“Nothing. I was just talking and having a drink. Why you tripping?” Denise asked, trying to hide the fear in her voice.
Rah Rah growled, “I look stupid to you, bitch?” He smacked the shit out of Denise in front of everybody. Then he locked his eyes on Gruff. “And who the fuck is this chump?”
“He ain't nobody,” Denise said, praying nothing popped off. “He just offered me a drink.”
“Fuck is you out drinking with this chump for?” Rah Rah yelled. “If you wanna drink then you bring ya ass home and drink!”
“Chump?” Gruff echoed, standing to his feet. “Fuck is you calling a chump?”
“Let's go home, baby,” Denise said, jumping in front of Rah Rah.
“Bitch, get the fuck out my way!” Rah Rah shoved Denise down to the floor.
The owner of the bar quickly jumped in. “Hey,” he yelled, “if y'all fools wanna fight, take that shit outside!”
“Let's take this shit outside,” Rah Rah growled, leading the way outside.
Gruff gripped his 9 mm as he walked up out the bar.
“What's popping?” Rah Rah yelled like he was on steroids as he threw hands up in a fighting stance.
Gruff smirked as he stuck his 9 mm back in its holster and walked off toward his car.
“Yeah, that's what I thought!” Rah Rah yelled. “You better walk away, you punk-ass bitch!”
Gruff slid in his car and just pulled off.
Chapter 18
Tone pulled up in front of Mya's house and let the engine die. He walked up to the front door and knocked on it. Mya answered the door, still looking as sexy and beautiful as ever.
“Hey, Tone,” she sang as she gave him a hug. “Glad you made it home in one piece.”
“Why you ain't never bring my son up there to see me?” Tone said, getting straight to the point.
“Maybe because I didn't want him to see you caged up like some animal.”
“Whatever! Can I see my son now?”
“He's asleep,” Mya said quickly.
“Well, can I at least see him?”
“You going to have to come back tomorrow.”
“For what?”
Mya raised her voice. “Because it's late. That's why!”
“My son is about to be four years old, and I haven't even seen him yet. What the fuck!”
“Like I said, come back tomorrow and you can see him.”
A voice from the background yelled, “Yo, who the fuck is that at the door?”
“It's nobody,” Mya replied, trying to shut the door.
A man with long dreadlocks and a body full of tattoos came to the door wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. He pushed Mya out the way. “Can I help you, fam?”
“Yeah, I'm here to see my son.”
“You don't think it's kind of late to be coming by?” Dread asked.
“Listen, I just got out of jail and ain't seen my son since he was born. Can I please just see him?” Tone was running out of patience.
“You see, I was going to let you see him, but I don't think I like your attitude.”
Tone pulled out his .45 and stuck it under the Dread's chin and backed him inside the house. “Nigga,” he yelled, “I paid for this mu'fuckin' house! You don't tell me when I can see my son!”
“Why don't you put that gun down and fight me like a man! You real tough with that gun in your hand.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Tone grabbed Dread by his hair and slammed him down to the floor.
Before Tone could turn around, Mya had shattered a wine bottle over his head.
Tone stumbled into the wall but kept his footing. He immediately aimed his .45 at Mya's head. And Mya closed her eyes and braced herself for the shot that never came.
“Bitch, get on the fuckin' floor!” Tone barked, holding the top of his bloody head.
Mya quickly did as she was told.
Once both of them was on the floor, Tone quickly dipped in his son's bedroom and flicked on the light. His son lay in the bed sleeping peacefully. Tone walked over and kissed him on the cheek before exiting the room. Then he walked straight past Mya and her new boyfriend and walked out the front door.
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Serena was sitting on the couch in the living room wearing a wifebeater and some boy shorts, when Tone walked through the front door with his head all bloody.
“Oh my God!” Serena screamed, jumping to her feet. “What happened to your head?”
“I went over to Mya's crib to go see my son and got into it with her and her new man.”
“So what happened to your head, baby?” Serena asked as she put his head in the tub under the faucet.
“That bitch Mya busted me over the head with a bottle.” Tone winced as the water ran over his cut.
Once the cut was cleaned, Serena wrapped his head up to stop the bleeding. “You a'ight?”
“Yeah, I'm fine,” Tone replied, flopping down on the couch.
“Here.” Serena tossed a duffel bag on Tone's lap. “I went and picked that up today.”
Tone peeked inside the duffel bag and saw ten white bricks sitting in the bag. “A'ight. I'ma get on the grind tomorrow.”
“Did you go see your parole officer yet?”
“Yeah, I seen her earlier today.” Tone shook his head. “Bitch talking about, I got a nine o'clock curfew.”
“Nine o'clock? Damn! What's that all about?”
Tone shrugged his shoulders. “I need you to do me a favor.”
“What's up?”
“I need you to come over here, take off them boy shorts, and bend over. Now!”
“Okay, daddy.” Serena smiled as she did as she was told. She quickly removed her boy shorts and bent all the way over, grabbing her ankles.
Tone smoothly sat up straight on the couch and began kissing all over Serena's ass. He then slid a little lower and sucked on her clitoris from behind.
“Awwwyeah, daddy! Eat this pussy!” Serena moaned, looking back at her man. “Yeah, daddy, just like that!” she yelled as she released in his mouth.
Tone sucked on her pussy like he was an animal, not even coming up for air. Serena came three times before he finally stopped.
“Oh my God!” Serena said, out of breath.
Tone stood up and slipped the head inside her wet pussy. “Grab them ankles for your daddy.”
He slid in and out her at a rapid pace until he came all up inside of her. “Ooooh shit!” Tone exhaled as he lay stretched out on the floor right next to Serena, where the two slept for the rest of the night.
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Gruff sat parked over in the cut, his eyes glued to the front of the bar. In the passenger seat sat Tiger, who Gruff purposely didn't feed for three days.
“You about to eat in a minute.” Gruff rubbed on Tiger's fur as he looked at his watch.
Moments later Gruff saw Rah Rah pull up and enter the bar.
“Come, girl, let's go.” Gruff and Tiger slid out the car and walked over to Rah Rah's truck.
“Come on. Why every time I come up in here you got me waiting and shit?” Rah Rah asked. “Why you ain't never ready?”
“Sorry,” Denise said, trying her hardest to tune the big man out. “I'm ready right now.”
“About damn time!”
When Rah Rah and Denise exited the bar, Rah Rah saw the guy he was going to pound out a week ago sitting on the hood of his truck.
Rah Rah growled, “Oh, this nigga must want to die!” He removed his watch and bracelet. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw he saw the vicious-looking pit bull sitting on her hind legs, looking him dead in his eyes.
Gruff smirked as he took another pull from his cigarette. “Sic him!”
Rah Rah quickly took off back in the direction of the bar, but he didn't get far. Tiger jumped up and dragged him down to the floor by his arm.
“Oh my God! Somebody help!” Denise screamed out in horror.
Gruff quickly pulled out his 9 mm and shot Denise in the neck, shutting her the fuck up. He looked over and saw Tiger had a tight grip on Rah Rah's neck. “Come on, let's go!” he yelled.
Tiger ran back to the car, and Gruff peeled out of the parking lot, leaving tire marks all over the place.
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Serena pulled up in front of Mya's salon and marched straight into her shop. “Bitch, bring your ass outside!” she barked.
“Don't come up in here with all that noise,” Mya countered.
“I don't wanna talk. I came here to get busy” Serena said inviting Mya outside again.
“What's this all about?” Mya asked, putting her hair in a ponytail.
“Bitch, keep your hands off my man!”
“Well, keep your man away from my house at wee hours of the night.”
“Bitch, just come outside,” Serena said, leading the way outside.
A few of Mya's employees tried to stop her from going outside, but Mya didn't pay them any mind as she stepped outside. Deep down she was still heated that Serena had stole her man.
As soon as Mya stepped outside, Serena was all over her, swinging with bad intentions. The two women got a hold of one another's hair and went to work on each other, neither one holding back. They went at it blow for blow until the cops came and separated them.
“Bitch, stay the fuck away from my man!” Serena yelled as an officer threw her in the back of one of the squad cars.
“Fuck you and your man, bitch!” Mya yelled, as she too got placed in the back of one of the police cars.
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Tone sat at the kitchen table along with Young Mike and Harlem. In the middle of the table sat a brick.
“I'ma need y'all to go hard out here in these streets,” Tone told them. “We the only ones out here with this product. Get y'all a team together and make it do what it do.”
“So you cut your pops off for good?” Young Mike asked.
“For good. He a grimy muthafucka and not a man of his word.”
“I feel you on that one,” Harlem cut in. “'Cause the nigga even started shorting me and Young Mike too.”
“It's a new day,” Tone said. “And everybody is going to eat.” He answered his ringing cell phone. “Who this?”
“Baby, it's me,” Serena said.
“No number came up when you called.”
“Because I'm in jail.”
“In jail?” Tone repeated. “What you doing in jail?”
“I went and fucked that bitch Mya up.”
“Why, baby? I told you to leave that shit alone.”
“You must be crazy. Ain't no bitch busting my man in the head with a bottle and getting away with it.”
Tone just shook his head. “What that bail looking like?”
“Twenty thousand.”
“A'ight, I gotta go take care of something, so I'ma have Young Mike come through and pick you up. That's cool?”
“I don't care, as long as I get out of here.”
“A'ight, sit tight. Help is on the way,” Tone said, ending the conversation. He turned to Young Mike. “I need you to do me a favor 'cause I gotta run out real quick.”
“I got you. Just let me know what you need me to do,” Young Mike replied.
Tone ran everything down to Young Mike, handed Harlem the brick, and minutes later the trio went their separate ways.
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“So you saying the nigga that robbed you didn't even wear a mask?” Ice-T laughed.
“That shit not funny,” Nut said seriously. “That nigga took the whole re-up.”
“I know,” Ice-T said. “We gon' catch him.”
“So what we going to do about getting some more work?” Nut asked.
“I guess I'ma have to come out the pocket, since we took such a loss. But I need you and the rest of the soldiers out hunting this stickup kid, 'cause I don't play that robbery shit.”
Nut told him, “You know I'ma catch that nigga.”
“Look at this nigga.” Ice-T pointed to the monitor that showed the front, back, and sides of his house. Him and Nut watched as Tone pulled up and eased out of his car headed toward the front door.
Nut and a few other soldiers went outside to meet Tone. “This nigga must be crazy!” Nut blocked Tone's path. “You lost or something?”
“I didn't come here for no trouble,” Tone said. “I just need to speak to Ice-T.”
“I should pop ya head off right now for even having the nerve to come up here!” Nut pulled out his .38.
“I just need to speak to Ice-T,” Tone repeated.
“Nigga, we don't talk to the muthafuckin' police!” Nut yelled.
Just as Nut was about to pistol-whip Tone, Ice-T stepped out on the porch. “Fuck you want?”
“I need to holla at you,” Tone said.
“About what?”
“Business.”
“This better not be no bullshit.”
“Trust me, it's not,” Tone assured him.
“Follow me.” Ice-T escorted him inside the crib. “You want a drink?”
“Yeah, I'll take some Grey Goose and orange juice.” Tone helped himself to a seat.
Ice-T handed Tone his drink. “So what's on your mind?”
Tone sipped his drink. “You wanna make some money?”
“Hell yeah. Now what's up?”
“I can guarantee you the best product out here on the streets, if you can guarantee me your loyalty.”
“Fuck is you talking about? Where you get work from?” Ice-T asked suspiciously.
Tone smiled, knowing he was the only with access to that pure uncut shit. “I got the plug.”