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Nobody ever expected for Precious to step up and hold the fort down like she was doing but everybody gave her respect for her holding the throne down for her man because a lot of bitches would've turned their back on a nigga. Doja had only been locked up for three months now, and Precious was making sure shit was still operating. Christmas and New Year’s came and went, and it was now February going into March. She was still making drop off’s and she was still going to pick up the bread that was owed to her nigga. She had to make an example out of one nigga from Orangeburg, he thought he could get away with five bricks and not pay because Doja was locked up. He had another thing coming, because Precious was down for whatever when it came to Doja. She knew that Keema was a soldier for Exotic, but she never knew if Keema knew how deep they were in the game fucking around with Doja and Exotic. But she surely was going to put her to the test, and if she failed and couldn’t handle it, then she would deal with that problem when it came.
Precious and Keema sat outside of Anthony’s town house, where he stayed with his baby mother and child. He had just left and as soon as he pulled off Precious and Keema snuck in the back of the townhouse. They went in through the sliding door, and crept inside. When they got inside they knew just what to do. As Precious was getting ready to go upstairs, where they heard the girl talking on the cell phone, she and Keema stopped. They stood on the steps listening as the girl carried on her conversation talking to some dude named Mark on speakerphone. Come to find out Mark was Anthony’s cousin and right hand man.
“I’m on my way to beat your back out,” they heard him say over the speakerphone.
“I’ll be waiting,” she said.
Instantly, Precious came up with another plan and she broke it down to Keema. They hid as soon as they heard the car pulling up, and knew it was showtime. They hid in the baby’s room and prayed that the baby wasn’t there and it wasn’t. As Precious peeped out the door, she saw Angie drop to her knees and sucked Mark’s dick as he leaned against the front door and he forcefully fucked Angie in her mouth. Precious was enjoying the sight and so was Keema. They both were getting wet, though they had murder on their minds. Mark grabbed Angie and led her to the sectional sofa, then he bent her over and entered her raw. He fucked her from the back as she came repeatedly, and moaned his name. He pulled out of her, grabbed her by her hair, and came all over her face. She got up and went to the hall bathroom and came back with a rag wiping her face and a bottle of baby oil. She rubbed baby oil up and down Mark’s dick, and she put some on her ass.
The more Precious and Keema watched, the more they got wetter and zoned out about how they were gonna murder Angie, Mark, and Anthony. Angie got on the floor on all fours and Mark mounted himself right behind her. Mark put his dick inside of Angie’s butt, and you can tell she tensed up. But as he teased her by putting the head in and out it turned her on and she started to beg him to fuck her in the ass. As he put his dick in her ass he grabbed her by the waist and met every thrust as Angie threw it back at him. He fucked her so good that Precious and Keema wanted to get fucked to. But they had business to handle, and business came before pleasure. Precious cocked her .45 Caliber with the silencer and cooling system, and so did Keema. Precious peeped back out the door as Mark continued to fuck Angie’s brains out. As Mark came inside of Angie’s ass he jerked three times. The first shot hit the back of his head and came out his left eye. The second shot went through the back of his head and came out his forehead. And the third shot entered by his his right ear and exited on the left side of his jaw. Angie didn’t know what was going on, she didn’t know Mark just got shot while fucking her.
Mark was hunched over Angie’s back, and she thought he was resting or something. “Mark, get up baby so I can rinse off,” she as she nudged Mark and he fell over. She thought that it was sweat on her but it was really blood.
As she turned the lights on she was knocked out cold. Precious had knocked Angie in the back of the head, before she could get a scream out. Precious propped Angie’s naked body in a chair as Keema duct taped her real tight and taped her mouth shut. After Angie was taped tight Precious woke her with a strong right backhand to the face. As Angie came to, she noticed Mark’s body in front her naked covered with blood.
Precious looked at Keema. “Damn! This bitch Angie got some killer ain’t it?” They laughed and gave each other a high five and then Precious got serious. “Listen bitch, all I want is yo grimey ass nigga Anthony. If you play right, I promise I won’t kill you.”
Angie nodded her head as tears spilled down her eyes. Precious got Angie’s phone and text Anthony, to tell him to come home. Three minutes later a text came back saying that he was on his way after he got some cigars. Fifteen minutes later, Anthony’s Beamer was pulling up. Precious peeked out of the kitchen window to make sure that Anthony was by himself and he was. She hid behind the door as Keema stood in the corner by the closet. When Anthony walked through the door, he was smoking a fat ugly blunt and carrying a bag from the gas station. As soon as he closed the door Precious put the silencer to the right side of his head. She felt him flinch and she knocked his ass out with the butt of her gun. Precious and Keema taped his ass up right next to Angie and Precious woke him with a strong right hook to the face. As he opened his eyes he concentrated on his surroundings and he noticed Mark’s naked lifeless body and Angie’s naked body. He then focused on the two broads in black with those big ass .45 Calibers.
“What the fuck y’all bitches got goin on?” he asked.
Keema walked up on him and latched the vice grips on his dick and as he was about to scream, Precious stuffed Mark’s boxers from off the floor and into his mouth. Keema unlatched the vice grips and stared at him in the eyes.
“I got yo bitch, now where the shit at?” she asked.
Anthony was still trying to recover because what she did almost made him pass out. Precious walked in front of Anthony and removed her mask and Anthony’s eyes widened like he saw a ghost.
“Oh why do we look so surprised? For your sake you better have my shit in this house,” said Precious.
Anthony nodded his head. “It’s a 100 grand in the closet in the blue book bags. It’s two bags, and four bricks in the mattress in the kids room.”
Keema ran upstairs to confirm and after about eight minutes she appeared with the $100,000 and four bricks.
“Well I guess I’ll be going now,” said Precious. As she and Keema headed to the back door it was time to see how real Keema was to her friend and the game. They dropped the stuff by the back door and headed back to the living room. Precious looked at Angie and smirked. “I told you I wasn’t going to kill you.”
She nodded for Keema to handle it, and with no hesitation Keema put two holes in Angie’s head. Anthony sat there lost for words as Precious walked pass him and headed into the kitchen. When she came back out she put the boxers back in Anthony’s mouth and taped it with duct tape. She grabbed his dick and used the knife she just got from the kitchen to cut it off. As he looked like he was about to pass out she made sure he didn’t by hitting him. She stood up with his dick in her hand and fired nine shots into his chest. She removed the tape and boxers from his mouth and she placed his dick in it. “Now you suck your own dick bitch.” And she and Keema headed out into the night. They bet Anthony regretted telling Precious to suck his dick when she called him about the five bricks.
Precious was out to make an example and she did because the news would prove it. And Doja would see the he got himself a real “Boss Bitch” on his side. Since he was locked up she made sure business was getting handled. She made sure that the barbershop was good, the detailing shop and she had people renovating her salon. She had enrolled in cosmetology school on Dorchester Rd and she was ready to get her license. Though Doja was in the pin he still made sure that shit was taken care of on the home front. She was willing to do what she had to but at the same time, be smart about it. She parked Doja’s donk in front of one of Squeeky’s garages at the shop, so that nothing would happen to it, and so that it would stay maintenance. She kept the Benz in the yard on Sandpiper Ln, because she might not want to drive the SUV all the time. She also talked to Doja about Keema staying at the spot with her so she wouldn’t be there alone and he agreed. Plus, Precious no longer had the apartment on Bayside.
“Yo Red! I need you to come holla at me, as soon as you can,” she said into the phone to her brother.
“Yeah, something wrong?” asked Red.
“Nah, nothing wrong but I just need to get at you about a few things. Me and Doja talked about some stuff and we want to help you..”
“Sis, I like Doja and all but how he gonna help me from prison?”
“Nigga it’s on you. Be here in an hour or don’t. Love ya!” and she hung up.
She laid back in the tub to let the hot water and bath & body works do their job. She hit the purp blunt that was in the ash tray, and allowed the smoke to fill her mind and her lungs. Keema was in the other room braiding her nephew’s hair. She thought about Doja, and how just last year around this time she was stressin at Popeye’s and struggling to pay rent. But now she was chilling, rent free, and drama free. Not to mention her being in love. Precious thought more and more about Doja and the next thing she knew she was fingering herself two fingers. Precious had her middle finger and ring finger of her right hand in her pussy moving them around in mini circles. She felt her leg started to shake and an orgasm approach and she started to move her fingers in and out her pussy. She kept this up for a few more moments and she came all over her fingers and sucked them off when she was done.
“This pussy belongs to you Doja, nobody else. I promise,” she whispered to herself.
She washed up and then got out of the tub to get dressed. She threw on some clothes, cleaned her tub out, and smoked on the blunt that was in the ash tray. By the time she was done, she heard Nino barking and Keema telling Nino to shut up. Precious walked into the living room and passed Keema the blunt as she hit her with the pillow.
“Bitch! I done told you bout talking to my baby like that!” she said as she smiled at Keema.
“Bitch please! Nino scared the shit out of me and my nephew,” said Keema as she hit the blunt and she and Precious burst out laughing.
They were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, and the sound of Nino barking caught them off guard and made them jump. Keema saw Precious jumped and smirked.
“Now what bitch,” she said.
Precious flipped Keema off and looked through the peephole, it was Red. Precious opened the door and as soon as Nino saw Red he started growling. Precious and Keema looked at each other real sharp, and they wondered what was the issue because Nino never did that before. Keema got up and grabbed Nino by the collar and let him into the backyard through the side door in the kitchen. Precious told Red to follow her into the bedroom and he did. She sat on the edge of the bed near the nightstand so she could roll up another blunt. Red sat in the single lazy boy recliner that was next to the bedroom window. She dried the blunt with the lighter and then she lit it up.
“Damn big bra, little sis ask you to roll on her so she could help you out and you question me?” she said.
“Nah, it ain’t like that little sis. Just shit crazy right now, my bread fucked up because my plug got bumped coming through Georgia bringing the work back. Quanda trippin bout another place for the second baby. Shit just real fucked up,” said Red reaching for the blunt.
She sat in thought for a few moments, and she thought about what Doja said. She loved her brother, but at the same time the streets taught her brother how to be slimy and play for keeps. She passed by her conscience and went with her heart. “Listen, me and Doja got something for you, but don’t fuck us bra. Not saying you will but these are the guidelines. You have no plug if anything go down. You don’t get shit from nobody else, and never tell nobody who you fuck with. Never bring nobody to my home, on any circumstances. And I don’t want no shorts, ya feel me.”
She grabbed the blunt from her brother and took a deep drag. Red looked at his sister with a screwface, as he tried to put together what his sister just told him.
“All this adds on to?” he asked
She took another toke of the herb and blew out a long stream of smoke. “I bout to toss you two bricks on consignment. I want $30 grand asap.”
His eyes got big in disbelief. No way his sister was rolling like that. “Yeah right.”
She got up debating on rather she could trust her brother about the safe on the floor, but she figured she could. After all, they were blood siblings and she trusted him. A hellafied mistake! That mistake would cost someone their life but who’s? She got up and headed to the corner where the big screen was and she slid it to the side. Red sat there staring and wondered what she was doing. She peeled the carpet back and then she used the combination to open the safe. She opened the safe and grabbed two keys and one block of ecstasy. She turned to Red who was looking in amazement. “$30 grand for the two keys and another $30 grand for the ecstasy. You really getting over but me and Doja wanna see you come up.”
Red got up and hugged his sister. “You won’t regret it.”
She grabbed one of her Chanel overnight bags and put the work in it for her brother. They talked for another ten or fifteen minutes, then Red was on his way to flood the block. He was a true hustler, but he was a jacker to. But he ain’t never had no work like what he had now. He was ready to put on! Precious had doubts but she still got Doja to agree. Doja just hoped for Precious’s sake that her brother was ready to take responsibility of his part in the game and deal with the consequences that the game had to offer. All she had was her brother. Their moms got sprung out on crack cocaine and heroine and turned tricks on Spruil Avenue. She died when they were younger, she was twelve and Red was sixteen years old. Now their pop’s got turned out when their mom died, He was murdered in 2005 by a drug dealer who he tried to rob. He knew better but the monkey was on his back and he couldn’t get rid of it and it ultimately cost him his life. Precious just hoped her brother played fair but only time would tell.