“You say it’s going to be a hundred-thousand-dollar deal?” Free asked, not believing his ears.
“Yeah, that’s what he said,” Six confirmed as she sat on her bed and talked to Free who was pacing the small room in Jones’s house. She tried to whisper, because Jones was only one room away in his bedroom
“Good. Good. I’ma hit his ass. He will never see it coming,” Free said smiling and rubbing his hands together as he began plotting in his mind. “What else did he say?” Free asked as he sat next to Six on the bed.
“He didn’t say too much. Just that the drop-off was sometime tonight at the old Ford factory off of I-94.”
“I’ma have to get there early and camp out. I got to call Lou and…” Free stopped in his tracks as Jones peeked in.
“Hey, Daddy,” Six said as she smiled, wondering if he overheard her talking about robbing Britain. Jones remained silent as he smiled and shook his head from side to side.
“I couldn’t help but overhear y’all conversation,” Jones said as he walked in with his smooth stroll. He slipped his hand in his shirt’s top pocket, pulled out a pack of Newport cigarettes, and began to smack the bottom of the box. “If y’all fall for that trick, y’all both some damn fools. That’s the oldest trick in the book,” he said as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
“What you talking about?” Six asked.
“Meeting Britain at that Ford factory is a setup. To test you, Six. Now let me ask you a question. Did he talk about the exchange right in front of you?” Jones asked.
“Yeah,” Six admitted, not wanting to lie to her father.
“See, that was his bait for you. He wants to test your loyalty. I taught him that trick years ago,” Jones said as he smiled, thinking about how he used to pull that trick on women back in the day.
“He might be right,” Free agreed as he began to rub the hair that was on his chin. “Can’t see how I missed that one,” he said as he nodded in agreement.
“Not trying to be in y’all business, but if you gonna do it…do it right. Britain is a smart man, and this is chess, not checkers, youngblood,” Jones said to Free as if he was subliminally saying something else. Jones gave him a look that said, “Take care of my daughter and don’t have her going into situations ass backward.” He then walked out of the room blowing smoke into the air, leaving them thinking about what he said. Needless to say, Free and Lou never made it to the drop-off that night.
Britain and his goon waited patiently in his car, parked discreetly under the highway’s overpass. The car was positioned so he had a clear view of the old factory. He was hoping that Free didn’t show up just because he could see himself starting something serious with Six.
“You think she sent ol’ boy?” the goon asked as he sat in the driver’s seat next to Britain.
“Don’t know. I can’t read her, for some reason,” Britain said as he looked on attentively, waiting for someone to come. He was an overly cautious man and he couldn’t afford to let anyone into his circle who was a potential enemy. Some people would call staking out a fake exchange ridiculous, but Britain called it being smart. He looked down at his watch. Almost two A.M. So far no sign of her treachery had occurred. Nobody had even driven past the old factory. He smiled as he texted Six.
GOOD NIGHT, I’M GOING TO BED. HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD SLEEP.
BRICK
“Let’s get out of here,” Britain directed his goon as he smiled and threw his head back in his headrest. He was ready to show Six how much he was into her. Little did he know that she was potentially his downfall.
“Ooh,” Six crooned, slowly moving her hips in circular motions as she thrust her pelvis into Free’s face. She rode him in a slow rhythm. Her juice box was directly on his mouth as he moved his tongue like a tornado, giving Six ecstasy. She was grateful that her father had an outing with one of his pretty young things and left her the house alone with Free. She hadn’t felt him inside of her in a while and she was long overdue for his love. She hopped off his face and straddled his bottom half. Free slid straight into her and the sounds of her gushing wetness echoed throughout the room. She took him all in as her ass met his testicles.
“Oh God,” she said as she felt his rockhard pole filling her up. She instantly had an orgasm, squirting lightly on his stomach as she grinded against him, all while he rubbed her clitoris. “Right there,” she said as she sped up her pace and gripped his toned chest. Free then palmed her cheeks and gently smacked her left butt cheek, giving her a light sting.
“Damn, baby. You riding that,” he moaned as she rode his body like a snake. She closed her eyes and began to rub on her own breasts, stimulating her erect nipples.
“Br—” Six caught herself as she was about to call Free Britain’s name. Her eyes shot wide open, hoping that Free did catch her slipup. Free’s eyes were closed, and he grinded from the bottom, so she knew that he hadn’t heard her. Oh shit, she thought as she hopped off him and turned around so he could enter her from the back. She couldn’t stand to look at him in the face. She felt so guilty. She buried her head in the pillow, and Free entered her, slowly rocking in and out, giving her pleasure with every strategic stroke.
Free gave Six the business that night and made her climax plenty of times. Instead of walking into a trap at the old Ford factory, Free was making love to his favorite woman in the world. Little did he know, her mind was on the man that she was supposed to be deceiving… Britain.