CHAPTER EIGHT

GRACE

 

“It’s been a lot of fun too. And will continue to be fun if you go with the flow.”

 

After round three of the Sex Fest, Grace sat on top of Quinton’s dick on the floor, while Kliyo, finished with the fuck games, rested his head in Rambler’s naked lap. Rambler fucked him so hard an hour ago that unlike his man he couldn’t handle another bout.

Looking up at her, Quinton squeezed two handfuls of Grace’s breasts and grinned. “I feel weak. You’re wearing me out and we gotta pace ourselves. It’s only day one. We need to last for the next two days.” He slapped her ass. “What I do to deserve this visit?”

She wiggled her hips on his limp penis and grinned. “Does it matter what you did? We just had sex three times in a row. You should be kissing my feet.”

“You fine, ma, got a face fit for a magazine. But I don’t do feet. I don’t care how wet and tight the pussy is.”

Grace looked at the dog food bags on the floor in the kitchen and was almost certain there were drugs inside. The plan was to take the drugs out and to Heavy’s apartment hoping to lure him out with a phone call.

“You will once I lay this pussy on you again.” She playfully punched his face softly. “I’m vicious with my game. And by the smile on your face right now I know you agree.”

He chuckled but his expression turned serious. “I’m not fucking around, Grace. I been trying to get inside this box for weeks and you been crying Heavy’s name hard. Even said if I was the last man in DC and looked like Idris Elba you still wouldn’t fuck a nigga. What changed?”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “You too smart for your own good you know? I hate when niggas talk themselves out of the pussy instead of going with the flow.” She rolled her eyes. “Just enjoy yourself for now.”

She moved to kiss him again and he put his hand in her face.

She frowned.

“First off I already got the pussy.” He shrugged. “And being too smart comes with the territory. Now…I’m still waiting on you to answer the question.”

“Let’s just say I’m using you in my own way.” She smiled and ran her hand down the side of his face. When Heavy got irritated in the past she used the move to calm him down but it didn’t seem to be working with Quinton. “Our time together has been a lot of fun too. And will continue to be fun if you go with the flow.”

He frowned. “Fuck you mean you’re using me? And to go with the flow?” He lifted her off his waist and sat up. “I’m about to smack the shit out you.”

She perched next to him. “You look upset.”

“I am…and in a minute I’m about to punch you in the fucking face. Square in the nose.”

Grace stood up, slipped into her dress and bra. Her breasts still stood at attention so the undergarment was a nuisance more than a help. “I meant just what I said, Quinton. I have a purpose and I needed your assistance. You’ve done that and I would say thank you except I don’t think it would matter to you. Let’s just drop it and chill out for a little while.”

Embarrassed he stood up and approached her. “I want you out of here right now, bitch.” He paused. “I’m not fucking around. I should’ve known you were weird. What kind of slut wears a summer dress in a winter storm?” He pointed at her nose. “And if I see you in Marjorie after this I might lay you down for the disrespect.” Suddenly letting her in the Trap seemed like a bad idea and he wanted her gone, Rambler too since he was making a list.

Grace laughed totally unmoved by his anger. “You see, I’m not gonna be able to do that. In fact I’m gonna need ‘you’ to leave.” She looked back at Rambler who was sitting on the sofa silent observing the awkward scene. “And you can take your friend too.”

His eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed before opening again. “You got five minutes to—”

Grace raised his gun and shot him in the forehead, quieting him for eternity. He didn’t know she lifted it off of him during sex and now it was too late. Afraid, Rambler pushed Kliyo’s head out of her lap and rushed over to her friend. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you just shoot him?”

Kliyo rubbed his tired eyes and gasped when he saw Quinton on the floor trying to suck air into his lungs. “What is happening?” He asked her. “What the fuck!”

Grace smiled at Kliyo’s anxiety before looking at her friend. “Heavy called earlier and threatened me. A little later this cell phone was ringing off the hook. He already know we in here before we could move the package.” She snatched it off the floor, where she and Quinton lay earlier. “When I was fucking Quinton and asked who was calling he said the Plug and that he would call her back later. It’s time to escalate my plan.”

Rambler rubbed her throbbing temples before sliding on Kliyo’s shirt. It was the quickest thing she could use to cover her body and Kliyo was too concerned with his friend to care at the moment.

“You not making sense and you never said anything about murder, Grace.” Rambler’s heart thumped in her chest as she ran her hand frantically through her short golden hair. “You’re all over the place. That’s not our area of expertise.”

“I did what I had to,” Grace shrugged. “For now just relax and let me figure things out. So we can make it out of here alive.”

Kliyo, realizing his friend was gone rose off the floor and made a move for Grace. “Bitch, are you fucking—”

Kliyo’s words were cut short when Grace aimed at him. “If you think I’m gonna let you talk to me any kind of way you crazy. Now I didn’t want to kill your friend but he was about to toss me out and I can’t have that right now.”

Kliyo raised his hands as his eyes widened. “Okay, okay…can you at least tell me what the fuck is going on?” He looked around for his gun and didn’t see it. “Are you robbing us or something?”

“I’m doing whatever I want. And don’t worry about looking for your weapon, baby boy, I hid that too.” Grace said. “And I’ll tell you what’s going on. I’m gonna hang out here for a little while and if you get in the way of my plans you’ll be reunited with your friend sooner than you realize.” She lowered her gun. “In spirit of course.”

There was a firm knock at the door.

Grace aimed at him again. “Who the fuck is that?”

“I don’t know.” His eyes widened as he saw his life flash before him as he considered it being Yvette. “Fuck! Stop pointing that thing at me.”

Grace frowned. “Watch his ass,” she said to Rambler as she backed up, gun still trained on him. Once at the door she looked out of the peephole. She sighed and lowered the weapon when she saw her cousin on the other side. Along with his two friends. “Fuck you want, Wilson?” She said to the door. “Go home!”

“Bitch, open the fucking door,” he yelled. “We done walked over here from the next building and I’m freezing. Jeans wet and everything.”

She tucked her gun in between her titties, opened the door and crossed her arms over her chest. Wilson, Corey and Spotter pushed their way inside as if they had rights. Removing their heavy wet coats and tossing them to the floor.

“I hear you were having a party,” Wilson said locking the door before rubbing his palms together and licking his lips. “I decided to check it out. I hope you don’t mind.”

Grace rolled her eyes. “So instead of coming to see about me himself Heavy sends you. That’s mighty weak on his part don’t you think?”

“I don’t know ‘bout all of that,” Wilson shrugged. “What I wanna know is why you in the Trap?” And then he saw the half naked corpse on the floor. His eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his cold palm. “Please tell me you didn’t just do this shit.” He pointed at Quinton’s body. “Are you crazy?”

“So you want me to lie?”

Wilson relieved her of her weapon and slapped her so hard he temporarily blinded her on the right side of her face. “I just got in good with them bitches!” He pointed at her using the barrel. “Do you know how long it took me to get on the squad? And what you do? Fuck your way in and kill one of their soldiers. How you think shit gonna pan out for me? For our family?”

“I didn’t ask you to come over here!” Grace yelled holding her throbbing cheek. “Blame Heavy!”

“Had I known you were committing murder I would’ve told him to fuck off. Now just like somebody saw you two bitches coming in, they may have saw us too.” He tucked her gun in the back of his jeans with the rest of the weapons. “I hate to admit it but I’m in this now.”

“Nigga, we need to leave back out of that door and act like we didn’t see any of this shit!” Spotter said grabbing his coat and Wilson’s. “Let’s roll.” He shoved Wilson’s damp coat into his chest.

Wilson snatched his jacket and tossed it back on the floor. “We lost any other option the moment we came in here, man.”

“Plus I’m not leaving empty handed, Spotter,” Corey said as he looked at Grace from the corner of his eyes. “Wilson’s right.”

All Kliyo and Rambler could do is watch as their lives unfolded before their eyes.

“Exactly, now slide that nigga in the room,” he told his men. “I have to figure our next move out.”