“
Y
ou good?” I groaned out while pulling my dick out of Hennessy’s warm, sticky, wet box. Glancing down at her, I could see the worried look plastered on Hennessy’s face.
“I don’t know why I just have a bad feeling about today.” Henny huffed, pulling me closer to her. She wasn’t ready to disconnect our intimate bond, but I had shit to do.
“Don’t I always come home to you, shorty?” Kissing Hennessy on the forehead, I dipped my head lower, pulling one of her nipples into my mouth.
“Yessss,” she softly breathed out. Widening her legs, she grabbed my dick and pushed it back into her mound.
“Shorty… I gotta go.” Tightly shutting my eyes, I tried to push to the back of my head how good Hennessy’s pussy felt.
While I was inside knee-deep within Hennessy’s girth, South was outside waiting for me, so we could bust some moves.
“Make love to me.” Henny’s voice was filled with desperation as her eyes pleaded for me to stay. “Please…”
Pushing Hennessy’s legs back, I positioned myself between her thighs in the missionary position. Delivering hard, yet soft strokes, our fingers interlocked above our heads while our soul passionately connected. Kissing away Hennessy’s tears, I was able to bask in the moment. The fire that radiated off our bodies while we made love scared the fuck out of a nigga. For a second, I had thoughts of this being the last moment I shared with Hennessy. Pressing my lips against hers, our tongues collided until we simultaneously shared a powerful orgasm.
“Please don’t go,” Hennessy begged. “We can just kick back and chill today.”
“Alright, let me just pick up this money, and Imma come right back. Give me two hours to handle this drop, then I’m all yours.”
I really wanted to spin the block on Dre’s bitch ass but decided that shit could wait another day.
“That’s your word?” Hennessy’s eyes fluttered as she looked up at me.
“My word is all I got, shorty,” I assured her.
Rolling off Hennessy’s body, I went into the bathroom to wash my dick off. While I got dressed, I peeped Hennessy sulking. I hated seeing my baby down and shit, so I decided to send her out for a day of pampering. Walking over to the closet, I opened my safe and pulled out a knot of money for Henny to blow. I didn’t indulge in splurging, but I needed something to keep Hennessy occupied while I handled business.
“Shorty, go blow a bag until daddy comes home.” I smiled, placing the money in the new Louie bag I copped her from Gracia
“Two hours,” Henny stressed.
“Two hours, shorty.” Securing my gun in the small of my back, I kissed Henny for the final time before walking out of the house and jumping in the car with South.
“Damn, nigga, you had me out here waiting on you for a lil min,” South snapped.
Reaching for the blunt he was puffing on, I inhaled a long toke, allowing the purple haze to run through my lungs before pushing the smoke out through the corner of my lips.
“My shorty was tripping on me and shit,” I mumbled, taking another pull of the blunt.
“That’s all they do. Nag and trip.” South shook his head.
“Aye, head over to the duplexes on 8th
Ave for me right quick,” I replied, ignoring South’s comment.
“Real shit, if our crew gon’ stay getting money on Dre’s old block, we need to handle his ass before he claps at us first. That nigga been too quiet.” South lowered the volume to the radio, filling the space in the car with silence.
“That nigga quiet because he too busy trying to find a plug to fuck with him. We Gucci, man, let me handle this money shit first, then we gon’ smoke that nigga. Until then, let’s keep getting this paper.” Reaching in, I pumped up the volume of the radio, putting an end to the conversation.
When South pulled up to my destination, I nodded for him to stay in the car while I got out to handle my business. Walking toward the duplexes, I made sure I was out of sight before using the back gate that led to a house, which no one but my realtor knew about. Using the majority of the money I made off my first flip for the plug, I purchased a three-bedroom house that I used to stash all my dope and money. Everyone was under the impression that I left all my shit at Jazzy’s house, but little did they know, I stayed two steps ahead of the game.
Keying in the security code, I granted myself access to the massive, empty home. Walking across the marble tile floors, my footsteps echoed throughout the house. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with this house. I didn’t know if I wanted to move Hennessy into it or flip it, but for now, this was my little hidden secret, a place I could come to regroup, count my cash, and make sure my supply was good.
Using the side door that led out to my two-car garage, I reached behind the secret compartment that separated the two garages, revealing neatly stacked bills and brown packages of the finest coke to ever touch down in the city. Dropping the duffle bag that I got from South on the ground, I unzipped it, revealing more stacked bills. Strategically placing the money against the walls amongst the other bills, I filled the duffle bag with coke then locked my stash back up. Before walking out of the garage, I made sure my secret wall wasn’t noticeable. After activating my alarm system, I tossed the duffle bag over my shoulders before leaving my house the same way I came.
“After I drop this shit off, I’m taking the rest of the day off,” I spoke to South.
“Damn, nigga, already? You just stepped out.”
“That’s the perks of being the boss.” I smirked.
“I hear you, boss man.” South nodded as he pulled off, heading in the direction of the block. “I ain’t going to lie, a nigga hungry as fuck,” South said out the blue.
“Nah, nigga, handle your hunger after you drop me off at home. You should’ve ate while you was waiting for me.” I waved him off.
We had too much fucking dope in the car to be making unnecessary stops.
“Damn, nigga, I can’t go through the drive-thru for a cheeseburger and some fries?”
“Nah, nigga, unless you about to get out of the car and walk.”
“Damn, man… yeah, let me hurry up and drop your ass off.” South quickly turned the corner, only to be stopped by a red light.
Pulling out my phone, I smiled down at the picture that Hennessy sent me of her trying on different lingerie. Clicking on the bar to reply I started texting some freaky shit until I was distracted by screeching tires.
“Talk yo’ shit now, fuck nigga!!” was the last thing I heard before the car was riddled with bullets.
Reaching for my gun, I blasted back until the final bullet left the chamber. While trying to get away from the gunfire, South ended up spinning off the road and hitting a tree before sending us headfirst into a ditch.
“Ahhh shit.” I groaned, unable to feel my legs. “Yo, South, you good?” I grimaced in pain.
“Miami.” South coughed out. The despair in his voice alerted me that he was in bad shape.
Sucking in a deep breath, I used all my strength to push my seat back, giving me enough space to move around. The burning sensation that coursed through my body crippled me with pain. Grinding my teeth, I bit down hard on my bottom lip just to keep from crying out like a little bitch. Seeing South’s body slumped over the steering wheel while he coughed up blood left me in a state of shock.
“Stop playing, nigga. Get the fuck up!” I yelled at South. When he didn’t speak or budge, I knew it was over for my nigga.
Resting my head against the seat rest, I couldn’t help but shed a few tears for my dawg. Even though I was a standoffish nigga who didn’t fuck with people, South was my right hand. Nigga may have made some fucked up decisions, but he was the only one I trusted enough to get it out the mud with. He held it down when Hennessy and I were struggling to keep the lights on. We missed meals together… hustled together… came up together. To see my nigga slumped over, covered in blood from the bullets holes that decorated his body fucked me up in the head.
The sound of sirens closing in on us shifted my attention to the duffle bag filled with coke that sat in the back seat. Getting caught in this car with a bag of dope, two guns, and a dead body was motive for them pussy ass pigs to bury my ass underneath the jail cell. Using my shoulder, I tried my hardest to push the passenger door open, failing miserably with each attempt. The more I struggled with the door, the weaker I felt myself getting.
As if I was an older woman going through menopause, I felt my body going through a series of hot flashes. Within a matter of seconds, I started feeling dizzy. My eyes started to get weak, while my body fell limp against the driver’s seat. The flashing red and blue lights from the police cars followed by the blaring sirens of the ambulance was the last thing I remembered before everything went black.
