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The Pussy Trap



A Novel By



NeNe Capri



Copyright 2011 © by Ne Ne Capri


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Dedication

This project is dedicated to My Princess Khairah!

Everything I do is for you!

Mommy loves you!





Acknowledgements

All the thanks must first go to the Most High that gives me the strength to do all things. I cannot go forward without thanking you.

To my grandmother, Sarah, you gave me unconditional, selfless love without judgment I miss you, R.I.P Nana. To my Uncle Nigee you are more like a dad then an uncle thanks for being there. To My dad, Hasan, you are one of the strongest man I know; you taught me what a man is, thank you for all your sacrifices. Mommy, your daughter is about to be a Lawyer, I could not have done it without you. To my little brother Ralphie “IRoka” you my baby I love you we will always have the wooden wall.

Nobel, you have got me through so much I am blessed you are in my life. “Nuance” you are brilliant. To My best friend’s Tiko and Tiombe we have been through the fire, thank you for all the memories and the bond that can never be broken AT&T forever. Chucky you know you my big brother. Princess you are the sister I never had love you, these chicks better be glad you hung up your gloves. Mooka can’t wait for my baby Kiss the Smiling One (Boobie), Khair my son, Nagee Capricorn, Shawn, Sabrina, Qadir and Jawhar, Bruce, Kim Rashad love you. Aunt Jackie My Queen you keep us together. Love you Uncle Neval.

To the Rest of my family: Keisha Steele “my sister” you a genius girl. My little sister Angel “Cherry” my baby girl you are my motivation I pray you become the beautiful woman you are destined to be. My cousins, Nikki and Moreen love you. My big Brother Malik “Whip Wop” Williams I miss you boy. Mrs. Wright I will never forget all that you have done for me love you R.I.P. My girls Schermell, Trice, Tanisha, Lynn, Tracey, Candy. R.I.P Bizzy, Mugsy, Tez, Red, Darell, Derik, Velour, ReRe, Anthony (lil’ cousin), “Antlive”, and all fallen Soldiers of 107 Wilson Pl., 108 Parrow St. and 339 Mechanic St. If I missed you charge it to the head and not the heart.

To my spiritual family: it is our trials that has made us who we are, we must be grateful for each one; the blessing we are promised are going to be so plentiful we will not be able to receive them. Street Team: Omar, Jabar, Razzaq, Shahid, and Hadiyah. WCP Authors: Ca$h, Mike Sanders, Intelligent Allah, Anthony Fields, Missy Jackson, Serenity Hall, Victor L. Martin, Rashawn Hughs, Mike Jerfferies. WCP “Divas” you hold us down. Davida you did your thing with this cover.

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*The Beginning*




CHAPTER 1

Greed is a Bitch

Sadeek crept in the house at 4 a.m. trying not to wake Keisha. He lay on the couch and put one of his legs on the arm rest. He had just begun to doze off when he was awakened by an ice-cold shower. “What the fuck?” Sadeek jumped up and tried to adjust his sight as water and ice cubes fell to the floor.

“Yeah, muthafucka. You think you can just walk in my fucking house at four o’clock in the gotdamn morning and just lay your head down and go to sleep?” Keisha was pissed off. She was starting to hate even the thought of Sadeek.

“I was taking care of some shit. You lucky I ain’t jump up and slap the shit out of you!” he yelled, walking to the kitchen and grabbing a few paper towels. Keisha was right on his heels, her black silk nighty and robe flying in the breeze.

“Yeah right, muthafucka! You ain’t that crazy. But, you got to go,” she yelled, slamming the empty cup on the counter.

“Go where? Why the fuck is you trippin’ at four o’clock in the fucking mornin’?” He brushed past Keisha almost knocking her into the stove. She quickly caught her balance and followed him back into the living room.

“I don’t give a fuck what time it is or where you go. I can make a suggestion though. Start with the bitch whose pussy you just climbed out of. Go back and knock on her fucking door!” Kiesha stood in the middle of the room with hands on her hips. Lips twisted, eyes squinted, and breathing heavy.

“I wasn’t with no bitch. I was taking care of business.” Sadeek's voice got louder. He fidgeted with his ring, avoiding eye contact as was his habit when he was lying his ass off.

“Look, I can’t take this shit no more. You got to get the fuck out. You can leave by will or by force; you draw it up,” Keisha persisted.

Sadeek glanced at Keisha and bit his bottom lip while rubbing his hands together as he tried to calm down. He wanted to knock the shit out of her. His fists were balled up, but he wasn’t crazy. He knew Malik would take his fucking head. More reason for him to hurry up and get rid of this nigga.

“Step lively, muthafucka. And give me my keys.” Keisha held her hand out with major attitude.

Sadeek reluctantly handed her the keys and headed to the door. “I guess you can go back to playing house with Malik.”

“Don’t worry about what the fuck I do with Malik. You just worry about those dirty bitches you stick your dick in.”

Sadeek paused then responded, “If you weren’t so busy giving my pussy to the next nigga, I wouldn’t be fucking other bitches.” He gave Keisha a dirty look and headed out the door, he figured he’d hit his boy Tone’s house.

Keisha shut the door behind him. Sheeit . . . you damn right I’m fucking Malik and his dick is good as hell. He was all up in it the other day. She wiped up the remaining water off the floor. Headed to her bedroom, and hopped in bed. As she drifted off, she mumbled, “Fuck that nigga!”


Later that day . . .


Sadeek walked in the Peppermint Lounge razor sharp, sporting a pair of crisp dark colored jeans laying on top of his grey Timberland boots, a charcoal grey sweater and a light weight dark blue three quarter leather jacket. His short fade and freshly shaped mustache and goatee enhanced his smooth brown caramel skin. In Sadeek’s world, nobody could tell him shit. As he made his way to the back where Raheem was sitting, niggas were shouting him out while bitches were checking him out. He nodded, shook a few hands, and grabbed a shot of Grey Goose while passing the bar and kept on moving. When he reached Raheem’s table, he could see him dismissing this fine, brown-skinned honey. She saw Sadeek coming and rolled her eyes as she slid out the booth.

“Don’t be salty, shorty,” Sadeek said with a smile. The young woman just kept on going.

“What’s up superstar nigga?” Raheem said as he extended his hand to Sadeek.

“Sheeit. I can’t call it. It’s your world squirrel; I’m just trying to bust a nut,” he said, slapping hands with Raheem. They both busted out laughing as Sadeek slid into the booth. Raheem flagged down the waitress and ordered them some drinks.

Sadeek and Raheem downed their drinks and laughed about Keisha throwing ice-cold water on him in the middle of the night. Retelling the story caused Sadeek's whole mood to change.

“I hate that bitch sometimes,” he spat as he guzzled down his shot of Hennessy then chased it down with a double deuce Heineken.

“What the fuck are you talking about ‘Deek?” Raheem said in a drunken slur.

“Fuckin Keisha!” Sadeek said with a hateful tone. “Man, get the fuck outta here. You know good and well you love that girl. That’s why your ass sitting up here pouting like a fuckin’ bitch.”

“Fuck you, Rah. She done put me out for the last fucking time.”

“That’s what you said last time. This ain’t the fucking Oprah sofa, nigga. You betta handle that shit,” Raheem said then started laughing.

“On the real, Rah, I think it’s time to make that move.”

“What you talking about?” Raheem asked.

“The way I see it, we been working for that nigga for over ten years and we still make just as much as the new jacks. He charges us like he don’t know us. Shit, the way I figure, we cut out the middleman and we could be making all the money. Just take over this whole fucking city.”

“Nigga, you trippin’.”

“Shit, I ain’t trippin’. What? You scared mu’fucka?”

“Scared? Hell no, I ain’t scared of nothing or no one.” Raheem said giving Sadeek a look that said don’t you ever question my manhood.

“A’ight then. You ready for a fucking war?”

“Hell yeah. At any moment, but for something worth warring over. In that case, I ain’t got no problem with war. I just ain’t trying to go to war over no gotdamn pussy. Especially, if it ain’t pussy that belongs to me.”

“This shit is way past pussy. It’s about principle. That nigga know he fucking owe us. And we ain’t sitting on the side waiting no fucking more. We getting ready to take it. You down or what?”

The next thing that comes out his mouth better be right or he’s going on the list with Malik. Sadeek thought as he stared at Raheem.

Raheem stared in space for a minute then took a pull on his blunt.

“Yeah, I’m down. But make sure it’s for principle and not for greed. Because greed is a bitch,” he said.

Raheem thought he and Sadeek had done some cruddy shit, but was he ready to help him take Malik out? Shit, for the last couple of weeks he was trying to come up with a plan to get the fuck out. Now this nigga was talking about going to war and taking over. This was some shit he would have to talk over with his main man, Nine.

After his talk with Raheem, Sadeek put his plan in motion, which would call for a trip to Detroit. That was how he was going to get his come up and his revenge.


******


Keisha was walking through Short Hills Mall with her aunt Pat bringing her up to speed on the other night when she had to check Sadeek’s ass. Pat was only ten years older than her and had raised her due to her mom dealing with an addiction.

“Hell, yeah I threw that shit on that nigga and told him to get the fuck out,” Keisha bragged.

“Bitch, you lucky he ain’t slap your ass down,” Pat joked.

“I’ll tell you like I told him, he ain’t that crazy,” Keisha said as they dipped into Saks Fifth Avenue and headed right for the makeup counter.

“So how many days are you going to let pass before you let him back this time?” Aunt Pat asked. She leaned in to the mirror trying on some mascara.

“Fuck him. I’m done. I hate to see that nigga coming; his very touch makes my fucking skin crawl,” Keisha said with apparent anger in her voice.

“Yeah right, bitch. You say that shit all the time then that nigga be right back in there.” Pat took the time to point out.

“Don’t judge me. I got to do what I got to do. The only reason I still fuck’s with that nigga Sadeek is because it’s good for business.” Keisha applied blush to her cheeks.

“How is fucking Sadeek’s boss good for business?

That shit is dangerous.”

Keisha stopped dead in her tracks and looked at her aunt. “Look, I don’t get in your business, so do both of us a favor and don’t get in mine.” Keisha started to walk away, but Pat grabbed her by the arm.

“Hold up, Key. Look, I love you. That’s the only reason why I’m saying something.”

Keisha stopped but didn’t turn around. She took a deep breath and thought about her aunt’s words. “I know. I’m caught up, Auntie.” She paused. “I’m in love with a man I can’t have. And I hate the one that I’m with.” A tear ran down her face. She turned and grabbed a tissue from the counter and patted her cheek.

“Regardless of what I say, I know that Malik loves you and he got your back. Just be careful, Key. Sadeek ain’t stupid . . . and he’s crazy. That is a dangerous cocktail. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” Pat said as she hugged her niece.

“Thanks Auntie. I’m working on it.” She hugged her back.

“A’ight bitch, let’s go ‘cause I got to put a dent in this nigga’s bank roll. Fuck what you heard, this is going to be the most expensive piece of pussy that nigga ever had,” Pat said, trying to lighten the mood as she let go of Keisha.

“You so crazy.” Keisha laughed. As they headed to the designer purses, her Aunt Pat’s words rang out in her head “be careful.” Keisha had been feeling the danger of messing with both Sadeek and Malik for the past week and praying that all the shit she had been doing didn’t blow up in her face.



CHAPTER 2

Making a Deal

Sadeek walked out the airport with his carry-on bag, looked around, jumped on a shuttle bus and headed to Enterprise. Within twenty minutes, he arrived at the Days Inn motel at the Metro airport in Detroit; he figured he could kill two birds with one stone by making this trip for both business and pleasure so he arranged to have Kim already there when he arrived. Kim, a bitch he’d met the last time he and Malik were there was already waiting for him in his room. Since his meeting was set for 8 P.M. with the headman, who was Malik’s connect, Sadeek figured until then, he could get his dick sucked and lay in some warm pussy. A few minutes after he walked into his room, Kim was riding the hell out of him. Once he busted his first nut, he turned over onto his stomach and prepared to doze off. “In an hour, order something to eat and then wake me up,” Sadeek told Kim.

“No problem. Shit, you hooked me up. I’ll just return the favor.” She smiled. Turning on the television, she flicked the channels until she found something to watch and eventually dozed off.

By seven P.M. Sadeek had eaten the Chinese food Kim had ordered and put on his clothes, boots, and jewels. He looked in the mirror and then walked over to Kim. “Are you going to be here when I get back?”

“Hell yeah. I need to get thanked for that meal.” She flashed a pretty smile.

Kim was definitely a dime. At 5’6”, 130 pounds, legs thick, and a shapely small waist accented with a flat toned stomach. Her 36C breasts looked ever so suckable. Her toned arms led to small manicured hands that just a few hours ago were wrapped nicely around Sadeek’s dick. She wore her shoulder length hair in a bun with a Chinese bang, accenting her pretty pear diamond shaped eyes that seemed to glisten with every blink. And oh yes, that smile.

Sadeek smiled, grabbed her by the waist, and kissed her lips. He patted her on the butt. “I’ll see you later,” he said then headed out the door.

It was a forty-five-minute drive to Dread’s estate. When he got there; he was greeted by Scarie, the go between guy. Scarie set up all the meetings with the connects and that included more than fifteen states and two overseas spots. Of course, he was running the weed distribution in Jamaica. Dread had shit on lock and with the help of Sadeek’s greed; Scarie was getting ready to loosen some of Dread’s grip. Sadeek had only met both of them in person one time, but had been gaining notice by Scarie because of his heart and fearlessness, along with the rumor of his dissatisfaction with Malik. It would be just what he needed to set a plan of his own in action.

Sadeek pulled up to the gate and he could not believe his eyes. The house looked like the fucking president lived there. Big willow trees and manicured lawns with ground keepers scurrying around to keep shit in order. The house had a modern castle look to it. Scarie waved him through the gate then it slammed closed behind him. He followed him to the house then was appointed a parking spot. Sadeek parked, got out, and shook hands with his soon to be partner. They stood trying to have a conversation when three Cadillac golf carts drove toward them. One was driven by Dread, and the other two by his bodyguards carrying AK47s. Dread was an older Jamaican dude who grew up in London then settled in Toronto, Canada. Lots of those Jamaican cats would come and run shit in Detroit. Dread stepped out of the cart and looked Sadeek up and down like: What the fuck is he doing here? He walked right past him and his bodyguards followed suit.

Sadeek looked at Scarie then whispered, “What’s up with that?”

“Don’t worry, it’s all good. Did you bring the money?” Scarie tried to comfort him.

“Yeah. It’s all here,” Sadeek said, still leery of the interaction he had just had with the top man.

“Come on,” Scarie said, walking toward the steps.

Sadeek reluctantly followed.

They entered the house and the shiny floors and huge statues of half and fully naked women amazed Sadeek. Exotic plants and paintings adorned the wall. They walked down a long hallway and entered an office on the first floor. Dread was seated comfortably behind his huge mahogany desk. He reached inside a small wooden box, took a fat spliff, and lit it up. Then he inhaled and blew a big cloud of smoke toward Sadeek. Scarie whispered in Dread’s ear. Dread broke the silence with his thick Jamaican accent.

“What the fuck you come by me, pussy boi. Me nah know you?” The statement threw Sadeek totally off.

Sadeek squinted, and his eyebrows wrinkled. “I met you one time. I came to Detroit with Malik before,” Sadeek managed to get out in a low voice.

“What’s dat you carry der, boi?”

“It’s the money I am offering you to start our new business venture.” Small beads of sweat formed on Sadeek’s brow. Dread looked as if his next move was going to be giving the order to rob and kill this nigga. One eyebrow was raised and the other rested over a squinted eye.

“You got balls bona coming wit’ dis amount of money. You trying to bring trouble ’pon me?”

“Nah. I’m just ready to come up. I figure I can help you and you can help me,” Sadeek said, obviously getting upset at how the whole thing was going down. He bit his bottom lip and tapped the side of his leg.

“You have no seniority to come here. Take this bumbaras from fronta me!” Dread slammed his hand on the desk, staring Sadeek dead in his eyes.

“Look Dread, I’m hungry. I’m ready to take this shit to the next level!” Sadeek made one last plea.

“How you gon’ come to me house speakin’ all freestyle? Me nah know you, pussy clot. Get the fuck outta here for me dead you!” With that statement, Dread’s bodyguards moved toward him.

Sadeek backed up. Scarie quickly grabbed Sadeek by the arm. “I’ll see him out.”

When they got to the car, he said to Sadeek, “Look, go to the hotel. I will be there in about an hour.”

“What the fuck is going on? I thought you said he would be ready to do business?” Sadeek asked.

“Look, go to the room. It’s a change of plans. I’ll talk to you when I get there,” Scarie reassured him.

Sadeek turned his head, looking down and rubbing his hands together. He looked up at Scarie as his nostrils flared. No, the fuck you didn’t get me all the way out here for this shit.

Scarie picked right up on the thought and said, “Trust me. Let me defuse this shit and I’ll meet you in an hour.”

Sadeek jumped in his ride and headed back to the hotel. Who the fuck do that Dread nigga think he fucking with? Yeah, I got his pussy clot all right.

When Scarie returned to Dread’s office, all he got was dirty looks. “What the fuck, boi? You getting weak? Must be all that coke you put up your nose,” Dread growled.

With hatred in his eyes, Scarie glared at him. “He is Malik’s boi. He is just trying to do a little something on the side so I thought…”

Dread cut him off. “You thought. You thought what? That I would want a stranger standing in mi fuckin’ house. Oh, then you thought that I would do business with a nigga mi don’t know? The main ting I have always taught you, boi, is loyalty. Mi about loyalty. Mi a deal with Malik. Mi don’t know that other muthafucka. Don’t bring him near me again. Him have a look of a vampire, and him won’t quench his thirst here.”

Dread sucked his teeth. “You’re dismissed.”

Scarie left the office feeling like a five-year-old. But he would be feeling like a grown ass man by the end of the night.


Back at the hotel…


Sadeek pulled into the hotel parking lot still mad as hell. He had a taste for blood and didn’t give a fuck whose blood it was. When he got to the room, he was greeted by the lovely he had left there, butt-naked and horny. As soon as he closed the door, she went to her knees, pulled out his dick and looked at him with a sneaky grin.

“I was waiting for him.” She said referring to his dick. “Damn shorty, you going to make me take you home

with me,” he said, rubbing the top of her head. Stopping to get a handful of hair to hold his balance.

“Don’t talk, just listen,” she said, taking him into her mouth. Kim began licking and sucking all over the head and then forced him to the back of her throat. Slurping and slobbing all over his dick. Sadeek’s knees buckled.

“Oh shit . . . hold up, baby . . .”

“Mmmmm . . .” She continued to bring on his intense orgasm. After ten more minutes, all she heard was “Aaaahhhh. . . Oh my god!”

He pulled her hair tighter and released in her mouth. She sucked him until the last drop was gone. Easing him out her mouth, she ran her tongue down his shaft and sucked lightly on his balls. Electrical shocks shot up and down his spine.

“Shit . . . you trying to fuck with a nigga’s emotions.”

As she rose to her feet, she gave him a look that said it all. Walking over to the dresser, she took a shot of gin and lit a blunt. Sadeek fell back on the bed in an attempt to pull himself together, then took off his pants and boxers. Turning around to see he was still at attention excited her. She walked over to the bed while taking long drags on the blunt.

“He needs you to—”

“No problem.” She climbed on top of him and eased down slowly on his dick, giving him the ride of a lifetime. Forty-five minutes later, he was laid the fuck out.

His cell rang and Sadeek answered, “Hello.”

“I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes,” Scarie said, his strong accent came blaring through the phone.

“A’ight,” he said then disconnected the call.

Sadeek headed to the shower. “I got somebody coming by here in about fifteen minutes. Can you straighten up for me?” he asked.

“I got you, baby,” Kim replied.

When he came out, Kim had straightened up and dipped off so he called her phone. “What’s up? Why you dip?”

“I’ll be back in an hour. I need to get some clothes.” “Okay, I’ll see you later.”

Just then, he heard a knock at the door and went to open it. “What’s up, my dude?” Sadeek said, shaking Scarie’s hand. Scarie came in and sat at the table.

“Can I light up one of these blunts?” Scarie needed to get his head tight for what he was getting ready to say. Once he lit up, he took a deep breath and began his proposition.

“You kill my boss. I’ll kill yours.”

Sadeek seized the blunt from Scarie, took a big hit, and immediately began to cough. Sixty seconds passed as he sat there staring at him processing the information. “Let’s do it,” Sadeek finally said.

Scarie began rubbing his hands together. “Dread has one love—the strip club. He goes every Thursday night, which is a day away so we have to move on this shit.” Scarie was running the plan as if he had had it down for months. Sadeek just sat there taking it all in and nodding his head.

“Dread always gets a private lap dance, some head, and maybe even some pussy depending on the mood. I’m planning to put him in the room with the hidden door, that way you can slip in and out undetected. The bodyguards will be posted outside the door unaware of the execution-taking place on the other side. Club 4 Play has some of the baddest bitches in attendance so a distraction is not impossible but, be quick and have as less a struggle as possible.” When Scarie finished laying the framework for his plan, he shook hands with Sadeek and headed to the door. He turned and said, “Meet me at the downtown spot at nine o’clock p.m. Don’t be late.” Then he was gone just as quick as he came.

After Scarie left, Sadeek drank half a bottle of gin trying to wrap his head around the fact that he had come out here to make a deal with the headman and ended up in cahoots with the man’s very partner. What the fuck had the universe just put in his lap? Just when he got ready to second-guess the situation, he heard a knock at the door. He checked the peephole before opening it. Kim stood there in a Versace black strapless body dress and a pair of stilettos.

“Hey, Mr. Sexy. Did you miss me?” she asked once he let her inside.

“Hell yeah, but I think he missed you more.” He grabbed his dick and began stroking it. She smiled, already well aware of what he was capable of doing with it. For the rest of the night, they sucked and fucked each other into a stupor. Sadeek forgot all about what lay ahead; he was in heaven and didn’t want to leave.


******


Thursday night came and everything went just as planned. Scarie put a girl on Dread that he knew he could not resist, and as usual, he went in the room all alone. She danced sensually, grinding on him as Sadeek waited in the cut. As soon as the woman pulled Dread’s dick out and started to suck, he lay back on the large couch and closed his eyes. While Sadeek was squatting down waiting for his attack, sweat was running down his back and face as he tried to control his breathing. He began to slide along the wall getting closer to the trap door. He reached out, cracked it, and saw Dreads contorted face as the woman worked his steel.

Sadeek took a deep breath, jumped out from the side of him, and cut Dread’s throat from ear-to-ear. The woman fell back with fear in her eyes as blood ran from Sadeek’s blade. Dread struggled for a few seconds then lumped over to the side. Sadeek grabbed the woman by the arm and forced her into the small opening, then he climbed in right behind her. Just like that, he and the woman smoothed out the secret door without a trace.

When they got to the alley, Sadeek’s adrenalin was working overtime. He ran one way and the girl ran the other. He looked back and saw her being snatched into a black van. Sadeek turned and kept running until he neared the block where he was to be picked up. The headlights of a vehicle flashed twice and he sprinted to the vehicle. The door popped open and he dove in. All he heard was the doors lock and tires screech. He lay on his back, head up against the door and breathing heavy. Once they arrived a few blocks from the motel, he jumped out, pulled his hat down, and then shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket. Looking in all directions, Sadeek began double-timing his pace.

Back at the motel room, Sadeek was all charged up, looking at the blood staining his hands and shoes. He walked in the room.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Kim ran over to him.

“Nothing. Watch out.” He pushed past her and went to the bathroom. Clearly, she was not trying to hear that.

“Are you okay? Let me help you.” She knocked on the bathroom door.

The door flew open. Sadeek stormed out and pushed her back toward the wall.

“Didn’t I fucking tell you to get the fuck back? Don’t make me slap the shit out of you.”

She looked at him like an arm was growing out of his head. Her eyes narrowed and her breathing increased. She balled up her fist tight. As he turned to walk away, Kim tapped him on the shoulder. He turned and she punched him dead in the nose. He fell back on the bed as she followed up with three more blows, cursing and yelling in now what sounded like a Jamaican accent.

“You don’t know who you mess wit’, boi.”

Sadeek managed to get her off him and the tables had quickly turned; he was now choking the shit out of her. He blacked out for about forty seconds and when he came to he had choked the very life out of her.

“Oh shit . . . what the fuck?” he said, jumping up and walking around the room holding his hands up to his head. “What the fuck did I just do? Shit! I got to get the fuck out of here.” Grabbing everything that could link him to the room, he wiped shit down as Kim's lifeless body lay on the edge of the bed. Picking her up, he placed her in the middle of the bed. Her body is still so warm, he thought as he looked her over. Her breasts sat up firm and perky. He slid his hand between her legs and felt her moistness. “Shit, I was planning on getting some more of this. Why didn’t you just shut the fuck up like I told you?” With that thought, he put on a condom, got on top of her, and pumped until he came. Snatching off the condom, he put it in a napkin on the edge of the nightstand and then pulled up his pants. Careful to leave no evidence behind, he put the napkin in his pocket, grabbed his stuff and rolled out.

When he was good and on his way home, he called Scarie to let him know he was leaving town. He drove back to Jersey with haunting thoughts of killing Dread and the girl. Then came the demented thought of how good she felt even after she was dead.

Sadeek arrived in Newark the next afternoon and checked into the Robert Treat Hotel downtown. Then he placed a call to Raheem and asked him to meet him there.

When they met up, Sadeek revealed everything except that he’d killed a woman and then fucked her corpse. Sadeek then laid out the plan to kill Malik and informed him that it was already in progress.

Raheem was starting to feel uneasy. He walked over to the window and stared at the New York skyline, tossing the information around in his head for a few minutes. Walking over to the table he sat in silence, and for the first time, he had absolutely nothing to say. Raheem watched Sadeek stare off into space with coldness to his eyes. He could see that Sadeek had gone to the extreme and there was no coming back. Raheem didn’t have a problem with a come up, but to the demise of Malik, was it worth it?

Even though Malik was charging them a grip, they were making a grip and he had never disrespected them. In fact, it was the total opposite. That nigga would give you the shirt off his back then ask you if you needed his pants. Raheem looked at Sadeek with a blank expression. It was like he didn’t know him. The stench of greed and pride oozed from his pores; his very soul was on fire. And Raheem couldn’t just see it; it was more like he smelled it and he knew the scent of death would follow. He decided to just go along for now until he could figure out the next move.






CHAPTER 3

The Twins


What’s up, my nigga?” Sadeek said to Tah'leek letting himself into his apartment.

“Ain’t nothing, nigga,” Tah'leek said, leaning

up from the couch to shake hands with his twin brother. Since birth the two were inseparable. Only a few could tell them apart only added to their closeness. However, lately Tah’leek was having a huge disconnect with his brother. Tah'leek was ready to leave the streets while his twin was diving head first into very deep and dangerous waters.

Sadeek sat on the love seat across from his brother and wasted no time giving him the update on their next move. “So, everything is in motion. I went to Detroit and met with the headman. He will be here in about a week to meet with all of us. I want you to be my right hand.”

Tah'leek processed the information.

“So, what about Malik?”

“He's a dead man and don’t even know it,” Sadeek answered real smooth like it was nothing. Tah'leek sat up, grabbed the bottle of Jack and took it to the head. Sadeek watched his brother kill the liquor and not respond as if he wasn’t down.

“So, what the fuck? You ain’t ready for this change of hands.” Sadeek looked disappointed.

“This ain’t no change of hands. Your ass went out there and got in bed with some fucking strangers. How the fuck you know these muthafucka's are going to honor their word? You went out there, killed their boss, and then they gave you some see-thru ass promise. What guarantee do you have?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Sadeek rose from his seat “You act like you ain’t trying to have my back.”

Tah'leek stood. “Muthafucka, I have had your back from day one. Your greed got you making dumb ass moves.”

“Man, fuck this. I’m giving you, my blood, an opportunity to be at the head of the table with me and you acting like I done signed our souls over to the devil,” he yelled.

“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about. It’s all about you wanting something. Every time you want something my shit gets fucked up.”

Sadeek stood eye to eye with his twin brother. It was like looking at his own face, but instead of seeing happiness, all he saw was disappointment. He stepped back nodding his head up and down.

“You know what? You right. It is about what I want. And I’m going to kill anybody that stands in the way of that.”

“You threatening me, ‘Deek?” Tah’leek asked with a bit of pain in his voice.

“Nah playboy. No threat necessary. The shit has been put on the table, you draw up.” Sadeek, for the first time, turned his back on his brother. Headed to the door with hate in his heart and power on his mind, he didn’t give a fuck who he would have to step on to get it.



















CHAPTER 4

Keisha

Oh, my god . . . Mmmm. Malik.”

“Does it feel good to you, baby?”

“Oooohhh . . . yeeeessss . . . I’m about to

cum.” Malik had Keisha bent over the dresser long stroking her. She was on her fourth orgasm and loved every minute and every inch of Malik’s sweet chocolate dick.

“Damn girl, you fucking me like you miss me.”

“You know I always miss you, boy,” she said in a seductive tone. Malik picked up the pace, bringing on her orgasm in magnetic wave after wave.

“Oh, my god, Malik . . . aaaaahhhh . . .”

They were both sweating and breathing hard, and instead of holding back, he came with her. They fell forward onto the dresser. Once they caught their breath, Malik pulled out slow sending chills up and down Keisha’s spine.

“Sssssss . . .” was all he heard from her. He pulled her up and turned her to face him.

“Thank you for being the woman that you are.” “You make it easy to love you, baby,” Keisha said.

Malik hugged her tight, enjoying every curve of her body. They kissed and enjoyed the nut they both busted and then Malik headed for the shower.

Keisha was Malik’s bottom bitch, down for whatever.

No matter what he needed or when he needed it, she was always there. Keisha was the type of woman that every man needed on his team. If you looked up ‘ride or die chick’ her face would be right next to the definition. Keisha had been attracted to Malik from the first day she saw him. Malik, a sexy ass chocolate brother stood only 5’7”, 150-pounds, but what he missed in height he made up for in attitude. Cocky as hell. No matter where he went he was respected and not just because he was a killer, but inside that killer was a heart of gold. If he got it, you got it, but don’t cross him because you will find yourself leaking. Even though Keisha was Malik’s sidepiece, he never made her feel like she was second; in her world, she was number one.

Malik’s wife, Sabrina is what you call a good girl. Educated with a Master’s degree in finance and employed in a high-powered job in Corporate America. They shared a house in the Seven Oaks section of Orange, New Jersey. She was Malik’s high school sweetheart and had loved Malik since she was fifteen-years-old. Instead of following Sabrina to college after high school, Malik took to the streets to get an education that you couldn’t learn in a classroom. When he got on top of his paper, he ran into Keisha at Club Sensations in Newark, New Jersey.

That night he was being introduced to this guy from the Colonnades to get introduced to a new coke connection. Keisha happened to be in the men’s room copping some pills when she overheard the guy planning to rob Malik. She slipped out, made her way to where Malik was sitting, and gave him the low. Keisha had been hearing Malik’s name ringing in her circle and wanted to get at him for a while, however the opportunity had not presented itself until now and she decided to take full advantage.

“Look, you don’t know me but I know you, and I believe them niggas from Branch Brook are going to try some shit tonight. Watch your back,” Keisha said in his ear, slipped her number in his hand and was gone. Malik was able to avoid a major fuck up. He hooked up with Keisha, hit her off with a few stacks for looking out, and shortly after that she became his street Intel. If Malik needed a bitch checked, Keisha would bite a bitch. If he needed a hideout or a mule, she was right there, and because of her loyalty Malik made sure she had whatever she needed.

Even though Keisha was firm in Malik’s heart, he married Sabrina after she graduated from Rutgers, but that did not change anything between him and Keisha. Keisha always made sure she was respectful of his life outside of her and valued any time she got to spend with him. Keisha was the type of bitch that knew how to play her role and because of that, he always made sure to break her off proper.

Malik came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Keisha stared at him like she could have gone for round five, but he knew he had to save some of that good dick to take care of home. He applied lotion to his body then got dressed. He heard his little princess cooing over the baby monitor. Keisha went to retrieve the baby. When she returned, all he could do was smile from ear-to-ear at the sight of the two beautiful ladies.

“Da . . . Da . . .” the baby said, reaching her arms out for Malik. He took her into his arms, hugged, and kissed her. Taking a seat on the bed, he stared at his little precious.

“It’s not going to be like this forever,” Malik said. “What do you mean?” Keisha asked in a curious voice. “I plan on telling her about the baby. I want them to

have a relationship with each other regardless of what our status is.”

“Malik, you know that I am not concerned with that. I love you. Our daughter was made in love and the only person I am concerned with loving and knowing her is you.”

“I know that. And that’s why I love you. Just hang in there. As soon as I finish this business, things are going to be different.”

With that, Malik spent another half hour holding and kissing his little princess until she fell back to sleep. Keisha picked her up from his chest so he could leave. Malik hugged and kissed Keisha then planted one on the baby’s head. Putting on his coat, he headed to the door. She was right on his heels as he stood in the doorway. Malik turned to look at her.

“What? What’s the matter?” she asked.

“Nothing. You are so beautiful. Ride with me for a little longer and you will have everything.”

“All I ever need is for you to love and respect me. I have all of that, everything else is a bonus.” She smiled that pretty smile and he smiled back.

“Why you always make it hard for a brother to leave?”

She grabbed his dick and said, “I’ll make it hard all right.” Then kissed him one more time.

“See, there you go starting up. Go lay my little princess down before you get us in trouble.” He patted her on the butt then walked outside. She closed the door, went to lay the baby down, patting her back, and stared at her for about ten minutes thinking how precious she was. Once she walked out the baby’s room, she heard the bell ring. Keisha tightened up her robe.

“Oh Lord, he must have forgotten his keys.” She looked in her bedroom on the nightstand before heading to the door but didn’t see them. “You’re always forgetting something,” she said in a loud voice as she rushed to the door. She grabbed the door handle, unlocked the door, and cracked it to peek out.

BOOM!

The door flew open and busted Keisha in the head. She flew back on the floor. Dizzy and disoriented, all she could see was a man in a black mask. He leaned over her and whacked her in the head with the end of his gun. She passed completely out.


Reminiscing


Malik was almost home. He grabbed a blunt out of the ashtray and lit it up. Inhaling deeply, he reminisced about Keisha. He had always admired her loyalty to him and the organization they built, but she had gained all his respect that night they were heading back from a mission with cocaine and a gun in the car. They were pulled over. She turned to Malik and said, “Baby, I got this.” She took all the weight, went to trial, and got fifteen years. Because of Malik’s connections on the inside, her sentence was reduced to eighteen months. Keisha served every day without regret. The part that tugged most at his heartstring was her serving her sentence while being pregnant with his daughter.

When Keisha stepped out of Clinton, Malik had a condo, bank account, a car, and some good dick set up for her whenever she wanted it. She never complained and came out with a stronger attitude than she went in with.

The only problem they ever had was that nigga, Sadeek. He was Keisha’s boyfriend and one of Malik’s workers. Being as though Malik had his main girl, he gave the okay for Keisha to be with Sadeek but as time went on, it became harder for him to see her with Sadeek and Sadeek could tell that it was more than business between Malik and Keisha, which always created tension between them. After a while, both of their hearts were filled with hatred for each other. Sadeek would send hate mail to her in jail and threaten to take the baby and leave. Sadeek was under the impression that the baby was his, and Malik and Keisha let him think that for the betterment of business. This nigga could cause a hell of a war if he wanted to. So, they kept it a secret, but Malik was getting tired of enduring Sadeek’s mistreatment of Keisha. He was getting ready to put an end to it all.


******


Malik pulled into the driveway and pressed the automatic garage opener. Once parked, he got out and walked through the door that led to the kitchen. He opened the door and he saw his reason for living. Sabrina turned her beautiful face around and smiled those thirty- twos at him.

“Hey, baby.”

Malik grabbed her around the waist and planted a big kiss on her cheek.

“I missed you today,” Sabrina said in her naughty voice.

“Yeah. Are you going to show me how much you missed me?”

“You know I am. I hope you got some sort of rest today because I want the royal treatment tonight,” Sabrina shot back.

“You know you can’t handle the royal treatment. You always be trying to get away from a brother.”

“Well, tonight it’s on.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” He kissed her lips and was interrupted by the sound of his little princess giggling from the high chair.

“Hey daddy’s girl.” He went to pick her up. She reached out and was swinging her legs getting all excited.

“Look at you, all happy to see daddy.”

As he pulled his little angel into his arms, all he could think was that he had two beautiful daughters. Even though they were conceived under two different circumstances, he wanted them to be close and love each other the way he loved them.

“Has she had her bath yet?” Malik asked Sabrina.

“No. I was getting ready to take her upstairs.”

“I got it. I want to spend some time with her before she goes to sleep,” Malik said, staring into his daughter’s eyes.

“You’re not hungry?”

“Yup. But for pussy.” Get it ready, I’ll meet you in the room.” He gave her that look like he was going to tear it up. Malik went upstairs, gave the baby a bath, and then dressed her in her pajamas. Then he sat in the rocking chair in her room, sang, and hummed her to sleep.

Sabrina went upstairs, lit some candles, turned on some slow music, and hopped in the shower. She wanted to make sure she was fresh for the evening’s events. As the warm water beat on her back, she glided the loofa over her breasts and stomach; eyes closed picturing her husband tasting her. She slid her hand down between her legs and circled slowly on her clit. Soft moans came from her lips. She leaned her head back, allowing water to run over her hair and face then down her lips. She felt the contractions of the orgasm coming on strong, her moans got louder. Malik entered the bathroom just in time to experience the sweet sounds of ecstasy.

“I’ll finish that for you.”

Sabrina opened her eyes as Malik stepped into the shower, he went to his knees and placed one of her legs over his shoulder and began to suck on her already erect clit. She was unable to hold out another second and her moans became louder.

“Malik, take me there.” He grabbed her butt with both hands and sucked a little harder

“Ahhhhhhh . . . aaahhhh . . .”

“Yessss . . . baby . . . Yessss . . .”

She was coming and coming hard. Then she came all over his face. Malik slowly tickled her clit with the tip of his tongue, bringing on aftershocks that had her body jerking and her legs weak. He stood up, got a handful of water, and ran it over his face.

“Damn girl, you be getting yours.” “Don’t hate.”

“Oh, I ain’t hating because I know you’re going to hook a brother up.”

“Sure am, let’s get out, I want to give you something special.”

Malik was excited like it was Christmas Eve and his mom said he could open one present. They exited the bathroom and went to their bedroom. Sabrina told him to stand with his hands straight out and she proceeded to rub coconut-warming oil all over his naked chocolate body. After the first two minutes, it heated up making him feel horny. She gently rubbed her hand along the length of his dick then slid her hands between his legs caressing his balls.

“Damn baby, that shit feels good.”

His dick was hard as hell; all the veins were at full alert mode. She began gently kissing the head and licking all around the rim. Malik was on fire. In one swift move, she grabbed his ass and deep throated his whole dick and slid

back, tightening her jaws along the way caressing every inch.

“Ooooooh . . . baby.”

He wanted to grab her by the hair and force himself deeper every time she pulled back, but she was in control and he wanted to benefit from whatever she had planned. Sabrina could see she was driving Malik crazy, so she picked up the pace moving her head from side to side and sucking hard. He could no longer resist. Malik put his hands on each side of her head, but she moved them. Sabrina continued to take him in her mouth deep and fast, sending chills up and down Malik’s whole body.

“Oh shit . . . I’m about to come.” His breathing picked up.

She let go of his ass and grabbed his hands, locking her fingers in his. He squeezed tight as he released what felt like buckets. He shook three times as she released him from her mouth, licking and sucking on the head to swallow the last drops of life from his powerful orgasm. Malik stood there unable to move or think. Sabrina smiled from ear-to-ear.

As he tried to compose himself, Sabrina stood and sashayed off to the bathroom and rinsed her mouth out. Upon her return, she saw Malik still standing there.

“Fucked your head up, didn’t I?”

“Hell yeah. Where you been hiding all that good head?”

“Well, I have to save something or you will get bored.” “Can we put that on the schedule for at least once a

month?”

Sabrina covered her mouth and laughed. “You are so crazy. Now come hook mama up.”

Malik walked over to her and said, “Touch those toes for daddy.”

She spread her legs and placed both palms on the floor. Malik slid up in that hot, wet pussy and went to work. He pulled her up slightly so he could lean over and gave her long hot kisses up and down her back. He stood and went back to grinding deep and close, making sure to pay attention to her every moan and would match it with one of his own. No matter what he shared with Keisha, he always made sure he was making love to his wife. Once she came, he led her to the bed so he could lay her down, get those legs on his shoulders, and give her what she called the royal treatment. After a few hours, they were knocked out.

When Malik woke up he watched his wife get ready for work. She was rushing all around the room because their last night activity threw her schedule off and she was now running late.

“You can stay home today. I’ll pay you to do some work right here,” he said, patting the empty spot next to him where she once lay.

“You know we are being audited this week, I have to be there,” she said not even stopping to entertain his advances.

Malik got out the bed, grabbed her around the waist, and planted a kiss on her lips and then her collarbone.

“Damn, you smell good. I want to eat you up.”

“Well, that is going to have to wait until later. Because I have to gooooo,” she said as she melted in his arms.

Malik continued to rub up and down her back in an attempt to get her to stay home, but he was given pause by the sound of their daughter calling out for mommy.

“See, she even knows that her daddy is in here being bad.” She pushed him back a little and headed to the baby’s room. When she came back, she had a diaper and washcloth in her hand. “I am going to change her and get her ready for Dawn. She should be here in an hour,” Sabrina said.

“You can tell her not to come today. I had plans to take her out with me today.”

“Where are you going? Are you still going to be able to take my car to the shop for a tune up?”

“Yeah. Put the keys on the dresser. Drive my car. I’m going to get Raheem to pick me up. Pass her to me. Hey daddy’s girl.” She fell into his arms giggling and touching all over his face.

“Baby, please don’t give her things she shouldn’t have. It makes it hard for Dawn to deal with her when you are not home.”

Sabrina leaned in and kissed him then headed downstairs. Malik went downstairs to see Sabrina off. She had just prepared her lunch and was gathering her briefcase and jacket. They walked to the garage. Malik looked Sabrina in the eyes and said, “I love you, baby. You and baby girl are my world.”

“I love you, too, Malik.” She got a little misty eyed then wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. She kissed the baby then got into the car.

“Are you going to be home when I get in?”

“If I am, can I get some more of what you gave me last night?”

“You are so bad.”

“If you stop holding out, I wouldn’t be acting up.”

With that, she started up the car and turned to her favorite morning talk show. Her song was on so she did a little dance in her seat and hit the garage door button and watched it rise from the rearview mirror. As she backed out the driveway, Malik took the baby’s arm and began to wave at Sabrina.

“Say bye-bye to Mommie.”

When she got to the end of the driveway, she stopped and waved back. They blew kisses to each other. “I love you,” she mouthed and proceeded to back out.

BOOOOOOM!

The car blew up, blasting Malik and the baby farther back into the garage. As Malik lay there on the floor unable to hear or move, tears ran out the corner of his eyes as the feeling of helplessness came over him. He couldn’t tell where his daughter was or if his wife was alive or dead.


A few hours later…


Tah’leek and Raheem had not yet heard about what happened at Malik’s house. They sat in a local bar talking; trying to figure out what it was that Sadeek was getting them into. Tah’leek was feeling like he wanted to get the fuck out, take the shit he had acquired, and just be a father to his son and a husband to Trina. Then on the other side was his twin brother, who had come up with a plan to keep him in the business and maybe a way of getting rid of him, too. Why the fuck did he trust this nigga, Scarie? The more he sat on it, the more suspicious he became. Tah’leek sat there getting all fucked up with all these contradictions in his head.

“Man, I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into Sadeek,” Raheem said.

“Man, it’s that bitch, Keisha, that got him all fucked up.”

“All I know is a nigga got to sit on this Malik shit he got planned for a couple days. Look, I’ll hit you later. I gotta go uptown to take care of some shit.” Raheem got up and set his glass down.


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