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Lamar lit up the next Backwood about a mile away and then hit the speed dial for Nikia. He had made significant gains towards getting away from the crime scene, but he had to get out of the Marauder.
She answered on the third ring. "Hey?" she said. Her voice held an abundance of happiness.
"Hey, Cover girl. What are you doing?" Lamar asked as calmly as his adrenaline allowed.
"Waiting on you to go to dinner."
"On my way to pick you up, then, drop off my young bulls. I'm a few minutes from your house now. I'mma come in for a sec, though."
"All right. I'm glad you're close, I heard from Alexis that somebody just got killed on y'all block. Please be careful. I don't know who it was or anything."
"Yeah, OK. Make sure you're at the door, though. I need you to put something up for me." Lamar got off the subject of death. Anything could be used against him in a court of law or the street of public opinion. Either, led him to a life sentence.
"Where you at anyway?" Nikia asked, moving towards the doorway.
"I'm turning on your block, right now," Lamar said, ending the call. "Aye, Turk, pass me them burners from back there." Lamar grabbed them, as he pulled into an open parking space. He then made his way to the door where Nikia waited.
On sight of the guns, she freaked out. "Lamar what are you doing? You ain't been home a good week and already on some 'put this up' shit. You just don't fuckin' learn, Lamar. I swear to you, you on your own if you go back to jail, I mean it." Nikia warned him. "I'm not visiting or sending you a dime. You gone miss my graduation."
He didn't understand her anger. He had slept with a gun in bed with her for a week. "Girl shut the fuck up. I'm about to take you to dinner and can't have this shit on me." Lamar took a deep breath, then, pulled her into his arms while cupping her soft derriere.
Not wanting to be placated, she said, "Stop, Lamar, I'm serious. You got to play it safe." She took two of the guns.
"And I am. That's why, I don't want to drive you to dinner with a gun," he replied and pushed her inside while kissing her on her neck. "Ms. Kesha's not home, yet, right?"
"Lamar, no, my mom, is not home, but...stop." Her attempt to stop him was frivolous.
Her resistance faltered when Lamar sat on the ottoman, got her pants down, and her panties pushed to the side. He was greeted with a mouthful of her juices. Her body naturally caved to his advances. She emoted softly as he nibbled on her clit. Both of her hands gripped tightly around the butt of a gun. The closer he got her to climaxing, the tighter she held the guns.
"Ohhh, Lamar. Damn, you make me sick," she said and he felt cold steel on the back of his neck.
"Shut up and shoot," he said.
She found herself moving her waist in a small circular motion while pushing his face deeper into her wetness. He had her right where he wanted her.
"I'm 'bout to bust, daddy," she said, panting, and then released her load in his mouth.
Sexual juices dripped from his chin. He remained between her thighs, continuing to lap up what remained from her orgasm. He stood and wiped his face while staring deeply into her eyes. "You're welcome," he said, walking to the kitchen to wipe his face with a paper towel, and then added, "put them up, then come on. I want you to drive because you have a license. I'll meet you in the car." He planned to put the third gun in a flower pot on the porch so that he could get it when he returned without her knowledge.
Lamar went to the passenger door, opened it, and told Trap to get into the back. They both got in, and Lamar went into his pocket for some cash before turning to face them. After handing them both two-hundred-dollars each, Lamar said, "Here's the plan. My girl is about to come out and I'mma have her drive y'all to the Sheraton Hotel at Thirty-Fifth and Chestnut Street in University City. I'mma tell her y'all meeting some bitches there and y'all got the money for her to check y'all in with her debit card. Stay there until noon tomorrow. Do not go out or draw attention to the room. Order room service to eat and pay cash for the food. Do not bill it to the room. No liquor or smoking 'cause that's gon' draw attention. I'mma take her right around the corner to the Harvest Restaurant at Fortieth and Walnut, right next to the movie theater, so I'll be close for a little bit. Don't fuck this up."
"We got it," Trap said, nodding his head. He was eager to prove himself.
"Yeah," Turk added, "but um...Can we really call our girls over?"
"Cool. But don't tell them shit. No bragging. I'mma tell you like this: never bring your dirt home or to where you lay your head. And no pillow talk. You bringing them to a fancy hotel is enough to prove you're getting money, so, say less." He watched Nikia locking her front door, and said, "Put ya seat belts on. We don't need any reason to be stopped by police." He did the same.
"See, this why you should be called Gunna, and he should be some other nut shit," Trap said, paying homage to Lamar.
"Yeah, why they call you, Lambchop?" Turk asked as Nikia got into the car.
"Hello," she said coyly to the occupants in the back seat. They both nodded, and she asked, "Where are we going, Lamar?"
"Go to the Sheraton in U City," he said. "I'll explain in a second why." She pulled off, he turned back to Trap and Turk, and said, "Growing up everyone used to call me, Lam, but, they added, Chop, to it. And that's how I got the name, Lambchop."