Hard White

Melquan was chilling in the apartment, watching television with Zach and India. Suddenly his cellphone vibrated. He unraveled his body from the comfort of India’s warm embrace to get at the ringing cellphone.

He pulled on his jeans, and threw a hoodie over his T-shirt. Melquan was reluctant, but knew Mike Copeland wouldn’t call on him if it wasn’t an emergency. There was no getting around it, he had to go. He was already dressed and getting ready to walk out the door.

“What’s the sense of having people working for you if you have to leave home every time something goes wrong? Can’t Mike handle these emergencies? Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” India asked, sounding very irritated.

“Look, I don’t know what this ‘bout. Mike Copeland refused to talk over the phone. So my guess is that it’s pretty serious.”

“Shoot, you right. I totally forgot about Zach. I swear from now on, Melquan when you come inside please turn your damn cellphone off, once you close that door. When you’re inside with me, you’re here with me. No exceptions. You just can’t be running in and out, like this some damn store.”

Melquan left India’s apartment, and quickly linked up with Mike Copeland. After the two discussed the situation, they decided to wait outside for Precious to return. Their patience paid off. A couple hours later, a cab pulled to a stop in the driveway.

Everything looked peachy when Precious and Nashawn got out of the cab together, and walked inside the building. Nashawn was walking alongside her like they were more than just friends.

“See, what I was talkin’ ’bout, my dude? Bet you thought I was makin’ shit up, huh? A picture is worth a thousand words… This bitch’s in violation!”

Mike Copeland was laughing and making light of the situation. Melquan was quiet and thinking. He looked at Mike, rocking with laughter.

“Cuz it is. It’s ‘specially funny how a dude that supposed to not give a fuck about a bitch is lookin’ kind a pussy-whip right now.”

“I don’t give a fuck about her! I don’t give a damn who she be fuckin’ creepin’ wit. We got ’em muthafuckin’ guns and drugs stashed inside her crib. And that’s my concern. Mike, I got a bitch ten times badder than Precious. And she’s home alone waitin’ on me!”

Mike Copeland looked at Melquan in disbelief. They had known each other for a long time. He could tell that Melquan was pissed.

Mike Copeland removed the 9mm from his waistband. He checked the clip and cocked the weapon. Then he replaced the weapon in his waistband. They walked across the street and quickly entered the building.

“Mike, lemme do all the talkin’. You just hold your tongue, and don’t say nothing,” Melquan warned.

Melquan and Mike Copeland swiftly made their way up the stairs to the third floor. They walked cautiously down the hallway, passed the elevator and Melquan leaned against the wall as if he listening in from the outside. He stayed out of site while Mike Copeland knocked on Precious’apartment door.

She saw Mike Copeland, and opened the door. Dressed in a red halter top dress, revealing heavy cleavage, Precious was looking beautiful. She was still wearing her high heels and her hair was tightly drawn back. It showed her entire face, and she was stunning. Mike Copeland’s eyes were wide, staring blankly.

Precious was very surprised, and stared wide-eyed at Mike Copeland who had a gun in his hand. He put his finger to his lips and crept inside the apartment. Precious stared at him seemingly confused. Suddenly Melquan revealed his position, and greeted her grimacing, carrying his nine millimeter.

She was scared watching them moving silently about her apartment. They checked each room, making sure no one was home. When the duo was satisfied, they returned to see Precious’ surprise gaze following them through the two-bedroom furnished apartment.

“He ain’t up in here…?” Precious repeated incredulously. “Who ain’t up in here?”

“Melquan, you don’t want me, at least not like I want you. So why you now gonna front like you even care about me, huh? You go home to your girl every night… How could you even be mad at what I do, huh Mel? Not after all the love I’ve shown you… And you still take me for granted.”

Caught between anger and hurt, Precious’ face had an appearance of picture of beauty. Her voice rose with the emotions she felt, causing her breast to rise and fall. They seemed as if they were on the verge of busting out of her sexy top. Silently tears rolled down her cheeks. Melquan and Mike Copeland put their weapons away. All three stared at each other, saying nothing. Melquan and Mike Copeland glanced at each other then they both stared at Precious.

Her curves were on display and the dress displayed her figure very well. Even without makeup, Precious still had a very pretty face. Melquan bit his lips tightly, and spoke between clenched teeth.

Melquan’s words thundered through the room. Precious stared at him, standing there, confident and cocky, telling her what to do.

“You gonna keep being my damn father? I really need you to be my man,” Precious said, playing with his emotions.

“C’mon, don’t act like you don’t know. Shit could pop off at anytime on any given day. Nashawn is da fuckin’ enemy! I’m sure you know that much!”

Melquan was front and center in her face. They were cheek to cheek, and staring each other down. His warm breath blowing on her made hot and bothered. The heat of their bodies was melting the anger they both felt. Melquan reached out and grabbed her by the throat.

“You need some attention, huh Precious? Come here. I’m gonna show you all the attention you need!”

Melquan picked up Precious and took her down the short hallway to the bathroom. Mike Copeland immediately rushed inside Precious’ bedroom. He packed all the weapons and drugs in a duffel bag. Mike Copeland was quick about his business, and was ready to leave the apartment.

He gave Melquan a three fingers and a circle signal with his free hand, walking past the opened bathroom door. Melquan was in the process of ripping off Precious’ thongs and winked at his partner. Mike Copeland was smiling when he quickly fled the apartment.

Melquan was quickly deep in Precious’ gusy pussy. He fucked her hard while standing. She was bent over against the closed toilet seat, throwing hips back his way, meeting his every thrust. Precious was going buck wild and Melquan was smiling. Bouncing on her toes, she threw her hips right back at him.

They were fucking so hard, she didn’t even hear when Mike Copeland slammed the door, laughing, going down the stairs. “My dude’s in there blowin’ da bitch out,” Mike said to no one in particular.

Meanwhile, India was tossing and turning while lying awake in bed. She rubbed her stomach, and India’s hand wandered to her Venus mound. She was feeling really horny and missed Melquan. It was after two in the morning. Where was he? Her mind raced.

India turned on the television and channel surfed for a moment. She turned off the television and walked to her bedroom window. She saw the lights of the city, and could see clear to the Bronx from her window. India couldn’t picture what Melquan was doing. What kind of business would he be handling at this hour? She wondered.

Impatiently India glanced at the time and her cellphone. India wanted to call him, but she kept telling herself over and over again, she didn’t care. She had a difficult time convicing herself of that.