“Just like that, baby. Just like that!” The sound of Sharise’s humming vibrated on Tony’s dick. It had him at full attention. She was a professional head giver. She had some type of spell with that shit. He couldn’t help himself. At night when she begged him to slob his tool, he let her. And he exploded in her mouth on a regular basis. She loved that shit. She sat up and wiped her mouth, then lay down beside him.
“Gottdamn, Sharise,” Tony said. “I should be the one taking care of you right now after you hooked me up with that Colombian connect.”
“Well, that’s my job. He’s real cool. I’ve been trying to get at him for years, but he would never fuck with me. But he peeped how you’ve been moving and said he would give you a key of dope for $75,000.”
“Yes, and that shit was a good look. Now I’m making real moves.”
“Nah, now WE are making real moves,” Sharise corrected. She wanted to make it clear to Tony that they were a team. She wanted to attach herself to him in every way possible. She saw the potential in Tony firsthand, and she wasn’t about to miss out on the mega come up.
That $75,000 he spent on that key of dope was almost all that Tony had, but he made a wise investment and copped it. It was more than worth it. The money he made after flipping that kilogram really put him on the map. Now he was able to buy three more keys and things were coming together perfectly. Shit was moving, and Tony was moving on up. He was breaking those keys down quickly and killing the streets. His street soldiers respected him; he paid them more than their fair share. He was on point and surpassed many of dealers who were getting shit that had been stomped on two or three times. He was dealing with a straight Colombian connect. And everybody knew, the best suppliers were Africans and Colombians. With his own connect, Tony was about to rise straight to the top. He learned how to stretch the key. Not too much as to where the high wasn’t good but enough to make a good flip on his money. He was still faithful; the quality of heroin needed to make a fiend happy. And happy they were.
Sharise was ghetto smart. He did respect her in that regard. She knew how to flip a social service check into a few thousand dollars’ worth of coke and bring every penny of it back to the bank. They worked well together, and he was beginning to trust her and let his heart open up to her a li’l bit more. She had a good eye and could convince most people of anything. Tony was feeling her in that aspect. Her hustle mentality was attractive, but he didn’t feel for her the way she felt for him. Sharise was now in love with Tony, without a doubt. Her self-motivated reasons for using him had transformed into something else. She was deeply into him, and Tony had never had a woman openly worship him the way she did. But his heart was still with Paige.
He had never told Sharise he loved her. Whenever she told him, he just flipped the conversation and praised her for whatever she did that day. Sharise was no fool, and she knew Tony was still loving Paige. But she knew how to take care of that. She planned to up her game. She wanted Tony all to herself, and all she needed was a little bit more time to make that happen.
Tony recently copped a new silver Range Rover. He rocked a few nice pieces of jewelry too and was ready to let Paige see what he was working with. He wanted her to see that he could take care of her and Tonaya like never before and that Mad-Dog was no competition.
Sharise went to the shower. She came out drying her hair with her robe open, exposing her nakedness to Tony. “Baby, a friend of mine has a car for sale. It’s almost new. It’s a BMW 6 Series. It’s really nice. I think I would look nice in it.”
“I think you would look nice in it too.”
She smiled when he said that.
“So start saving up for it,” he said.
She frowned at that.
“I want you to buy it for me, baby. It’s only $45,000. My friend’s brother went on the run, and he’s getting rid of it. Why can’t you get it for me?”
“Sharise, why would I drop $45,000 on a car right now? That doesn’t even make sense.” Tony couldn’t believe she asked him something like that when he hadn’t even dropped anything on Tonaya and Paige yet. He only gave her $2,000 once when he first got started. He slid it under the door at the old house. But right now, Sharise was trippin’. “I don’t have it like that.”
“Yes, you do. You can use some of the money from the floor safe.”
“Nah. That money is in case a storm hits, Sharise. Don’t you remember your advice about bail and lawyers and even a possible ransom situation?” he argued.
“Yeah, but there’s $180,000 in there now. And that doesn’t include the other stash where I been putting extra money. I talked to them. They’ll take $30,000 now and the other $15,000 in a month. He said he’ll do it like that for you because he sees how smooth you move, and he knows you’re good for it. He said he knows you’re good for it tenfold.” Sharise was exaggerating, stroking Tony’s ego, knowing how badly he wanted to be recognized for his hustle game. That was all it took.
“I been thinking about putting you in something, Sharise, but that 650i might be a little bit much to start.”
“But, Tone, you’re pushing a fat-ass Range. Bitches is already about to be swinging from your nuts—including Paige. And let me remind you that she’s already shitting on you, rolling around with Mad-Dog. Everybody knows they’re together. It’s not a secret. But don’t worry; once she sees how you’re flossing and that your girl is pushing that new Beema, she’s going to be sick.”
Tony did not like the idea of hurting Paige, but he didn’t like how Paige was disrespecting him with Mad-Dog.
“So what’s up, Tony?”
“I don’t know, Sharise.”
“Well, I can give you another reason to make sure I’m riding well. And safe.”
“And what is that?”
“I’m pregnant. I found out yesterday.”
Tony thought he was hearing things. “Come again?” he said.
‘“Yes, Tony. I’m pregnant with your baby. Aren’t you happy for us?” she asked. Tony felt his world instantly start to crumble. He’d be lying if he said he had no love for Sharise, but his love for Paige was a million times more. He did not want to hurt Paige like that. But then he questioned why he cared so much when Paige had so easily moved on with the next nicca. His head was all over the place.
Sharise smiled to herself. She was lying about the pregnancy. She only said it to see his reaction, and the next words out of her mouth were supposed to be just that . . . that she was only joking around. But she had a change of heart.
“Sharise, I’m not ready for another child. And my mother is going to have a panic attack.” Tony immediately thought about his mother’s reaction. She was a church fanatic. He hated the idea of having to explain to her another child out of wedlock. It took forever for her to accept Paige and Tonaya. That was another thing . . . Paige. Great!
“It’s all good, Tony. We have more than enough money now. And if you’re worried about your parents, we can just get married next month. It’s all good. See? Problem solved.”
“The car is enough for now. The baby has to wait.”
“So you want me to get an abortion?”
“I think that’s best. And I’ll get with you later about the car.”
Sharise got what she wanted. She wanted that car, but she also allowed Tony to think she really was pregnant. She figured she could get more out of him, even though it stung for a minute that he wanted her to get an abortion. But her mind was off of that and focused on how she would look riding around, flossin’ in her new BMW. She had a statement to make.
“Okay. I’ll make an appointment with the doctor. But don’t you want some of this pregnant pussy before you leave?” she asked. She dropped her robe and rubbed her hand up and down her crotch. Tony’s manhood instantly reacted.
“I never turn down that down, baby.” Tony was going to give it to Sharise real good. Anything at this point to keep her willing to get the abortion. He’d rather buy a BMW than a crib.