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  Finessers 3

  Lucinda John

  Copyright 2014 2015 by Lucinda John

  Published by Shan Presents

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales or, is entirely coincidental.

  No portion of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without writer permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  Acknowledgments

  OMG this is my seventh published book!!!!

  First I would like to give all glory to God. No matter how many books I write I am always going to thank God first. God is the one who gives you your purpose and I feel honored that He blessed me with such a creative gift.

  To my children, I love you guys with all my heart. It feels good to finally be able to do something that you guys will be proud of.

  To my better half, my husband, thank you! Thank you for the good, the bad, and the ugly. Every experience shared with you has been rewarding as well as a lesson learned. I love you soooooooooo much!

  To the real MVP, my fans. It is you who truly make the author; if it wasn’t for your support I wouldn’t have made it this far. Thank you for reading my books and sending me wonderful words of encouragement. It truly makes my day when I wake up to a Facebook message telling how wonderful my book was. That is the fuel to my fire; your support makes me want to go hard.

  To my pen sisters at SHAN PRESENTS we are doing the damn thing!!! I love each and everyone of you ladies and I stand behind y’all one hundred percent. All of y’all are beautiful and very talented and I am so honored to be apart of this sisterhood.

  To BOSS LADY SHAN, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank for not only being my mentor but a friend. I can come to you with anything and I know you’ll tell it to me like it is. You are such a genuine person and I am blessed to be apart of your company.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Vic

  Chapter 2

  Chasity

  Chapter 3

  Chad

  Chapter 4

  Cinnamon

  Chapter 5

  Julie

  Chapter 6

  Chad

  Chapter 7

  Prancer

  Chapter 8

  Honey

  Chapter 9

  Cinnamon

  Chapter 10

  Chasity

  Chapter 11

  Vic

  Chapter 12

  Rob

  Chapter 13

  Prancer

  Chapter 14

  Carter

  Chapter 15

  Julie

  Chapter 16

  Cinnamon

  Chapter 17

  Prancer

  Chapter 18

  Vivian

  Chapter 19

  Chad

  Chapter 20

  Chasity

  Chapter 21

  Vic

  Chapter 22

  Prancer

  Chapter 23

  Honey

  Chapter 24

  Cinnamon

  Chapter 25

  Rob

  Chapter 26

  Vic

  Chapter 27

  Cinnamon

  Chapter 28

  Rob

  Chapter 29

  Honey

  Chapter 30

  Chad

  Chapter 31

  Cinnamon

  Chapter 32

  Honey

  Chapter 33

  Vic

  Chapter 34

  Chasity

  Chapter 35

  Rob

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Vic

  All the love I had for Victoria died the moment she tried to kill me. She should have checked for a pulse and made sure I was dead before walking out of that room. I guess that was a mistake that was going to cost her life. Sitting in the uncomfortable hospital chair next to her bed, I twirled a syringe filled with morphine that I was able to finesse from one of the nurses between my fingers. I planned on injecting it into her IV and doing to her what she should have done to me.

  Victoria was in a coma due to the concussion she suffered after she fell and hit her head on the concrete when her mother told her I was alive. Studying her beautiful face as the machine breathed for her, I felt a few tears fall down my face staining the fabric of the leather Versace jeans I wore. I was hurt that someone I stood before God and exchanged vows with would try to kill me. I was no saint; I had a closet filled with skeletons, but I’d never kill my wife, the mother of my children, my soul-mate, my best friend.

  Checking the rose gold Fossil watch that shined bright on my wrist, I had five minutes to do what I came to do before the nurses did their shift change. The chair creaked as I got up and walked towards her. My heart began thumping as I reached for the IV portion to fill her up with the fatal concoction. Victoria was fatally allergic to morphine; once it hit her blood stream it would be lights out for her.

  I said a prayer then emptied the drug into her. Her body began to jerk like a chicken with its head cut off. I watched her body violently shake before it stopped, signifying that she was dead. Kissing her lips, I pulled the hoodie over my head and made my exit.

  A rush of guilt hit me like a ton of bricks as I took a seat in my car. The only thing I could think of was my kids and how they would have to grow up motherless. I made a promise to myself that once I was done killing my brother Chad, his precious grandmother, Cinnamon, and Honey, I would be able to relocate with my kids.

  Nobody really knew the real reason why I was so obsessed with Chad. It wasn’t because I really wanted his money; that was a bonus, in actuality, I really wanted that nigga dead. A while back, I found out that Chad and I shared the same father. I also found out that Chad’s grandmother was the reason he was dead.

  My dad left my mother to be with Chad’s mother. Instead of that drawing a wedge, it brought us together. He never neglected his responsibilities as a father and I loved having him around. That was taken from me when Chad’s grandmother had him murdered because she felt as if he wasn’t good enough for her daughter.

  When I found out my father was dead, I was hurt. I was still young, but I vowed to find the person that was responsible for his death and make them pay.

  I was able to discover who was behind his death when I came across some paperwork that was locked away in a lockbox he had in the bank. In that box was tons of letters from Chad’s grandmother. In some of the letters, she was offering to pay him off if he disappeared and left her daughter alone. I guess he declined her offer because the rest of the letters were threats on ending his life.

  With the information I discovered, I could have gone to the police to seek justice, but I decided to take matters into my own hands. I began to watch Chad and his grandmother closely. I was strategic in planning on ways to take them down while plotting on t
aking over their empire. At the time I was dating Chasity and decided to have her finesse her way into his life.

  Although I loved Chasity, she failed the mission miserably by getting strung out on drugs. To me that was a minor setback to a major come back. Instead of rushing into anything, I took the time out to really study Chad. When I had enough information to execute him, I decided to give Cinnamon the benefit of the doubt. Just like Chasity, she failed, but instead of getting strung out on drugs, she fell in love, had a baby, and married that nigga.

  Now, I had to get to him on my own. I no longer cared about getting access to his money because I had more than enough of my own. When my father died, he left everything to me. He had all of his stocks and bonds transferred in my name. My greed for money was what screwed up my family, so as soon as I handled my mission, I was cashing out on everything and relocating. But first, I just wanted to watch that nigga and his old hag die a slow painful death.

  I couldn’t face my children after what I did, so I decided to leave them with their grandmother. Pulling into the Gentlemen’s Club, I fished the blunt out of my glove compartment and lit it. I wasn’t really big on smoking, but I just killed my wife. I needed to ease my mind.

  Loose as a goose, I was feeling myself as I sat at the bar throwing back shots of Patron. There was a dancer by the name of Prancer on the stage and she was doing the damn thing. The way she was twirling her body around that pole had a nigga in a trance. My dick shouldn’t have been standing at attention, I should have been mourning the death of my wife, but instead I was ready to get my dick wet.

  Bills flooded the stage as the fellas showed her their appreciation for the wonderful show she put on. Her ass danced to its own beat as she bent over and seductively picked up all of her earnings. I threw back a few more shots and went in search of the owner. This club was owned by a woman that was willing to do anything for money, so I knew with my homie Benjamin by my side, there would be no problem with me taking Prancer back to a hotel room with me.

  “Alia, what I gotta do to take Prancer home with me?” I asked the middle age Russian woman.

  “You know money talk, Vic,” she replied in her thick accent

  “How much?”

  “Six grand now and six grand when you finish up.”

  “Twelve grand for some ass? Get the fuck out of here with that shit!” I yelled.

  “Quality is always expensive. What if I told you she was a virgin?”

  “A virgin?” I laughed. “Working in here with all that ass, nah I ain’t buying it.”

  “Vic, I tell no lies. She is fresh meat the; doctor confirmed it.”

  “If I stick my dick in her and that pussy ain’t sealed shut, I’mma fuck her for free.”

  “Deal. I’ll send her to one of the back rooms for you.”

  “Back room my ass, she’s coming with me.” I pulled out six grand and handed it to her. “I’ll be outside parked in the all black Benz truck.” I drowned another shot before walking towards the door.

  I wasn’t hurting behind the six grand; it was just the simple fact that I hated paying for pussy. Yeah, I took a girl out on a few dates and bought her clothes here and there, but I never had to give a bitch money up front to bend her over. This bitch had better have some heaven on earth type of pussy or I was putting her on the track so she could make me back the three grand I spent on her.

  The light tap on my window caught me off guard causing me to reach for my gun. I slipped the gun back in the holster I had clipped on my waist when I realized that it was Prancer standing there. I studied her for a second before unlocking the door. She didn’t come off as your ordinary dancer. She was way more poised than the other girls.

  Prancer was a sexy vixen lookalike. She was Argentine so she possessed that exotic look. Standing at about 5’4, her skin was a smooth tan color, her eyes was a greenish blue color, which held so much innocence. She was shaped like a coke bottle; she had me thirsty and ready to drink her ass.

  “How old are you?” I asked as she took a seat in my car.

  “Nineteen,” she sweetly answered.

  “What you doing working at that club?”

  “I don’t question you, so don’t question me,” she replied with so much sass that she had my dick thumping against my zipper.

  My mind played out different ways I was going to fuck Prancer as I drove to the nearest hotel. I pulled up in front of the Ramada Inn and paid the front desk clerk for a smoking room. When we made it to the room, Pancer stripped down to her birthday suit and walked in the bathroom. A few minutes later, the shower turned on letting me know she was handling her hygiene.

  I sat on the king sized bed with my back against the plush headboard and began rolling us some blunts. I wanted her to be as calm as possible while I tore into her virgin pussy. I emptied all of the liquor that was in the mini fridge and lined them up on the table. Tonight was about to be a movie.

  “You sure you’re ready?” I asked as soon as I heard the bathroom door open.

  “What did I say about the questions?” she said drinking the Vodka straight from the bottle.

  “You smoke?” I asked putting the finishing touches on the blunt.

  “Fire that shit up,” she replied shocking the fuck out of me.

  She looked like one of those sweet, little, sheltered suburban girls, but as soon as she spoke, she reminded me of your typical around the way girl. I guess it was true when they say never judge a book by its cover. We sat in a silent rotation for a good hour fogging up the room.

  “Why you call yourself Prancer?” I asked firing up our fourth blunt.

  “Because that’s my name.”

  “Your mama named you Prancer?”

  “She sure did.”

  “What she named your brother? Rudolf?” I laughed.

  “Fuck you, I don’t have no brother,” she giggled, getting comfortable on the bed. She started loosening up making our session pleasurable.

  “You sucking this dick or what?” I asked and lay back, unleashing the beast.

  “Damn that’s a pretty dick,” she whispered before swallowing it.

  “Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit,” I hissed as she bobbed her head up and down my rod.

  She nursed my dick as if I was her favorite flavor popsicle. The suction sound she made every time she inhaled my dick drove me crazy. She pursed her lips around my wood and started humming causing a vibration sensation to shoot from my toes all the way to my brain. I yelped like a wounded dog as she continued to swallow my dick with no mercy.

  My body began to jerk as I shot loads of my cum down her throat. She sucked every drop of cum, licking the tip of my dick for any that she may have left behind. She sucked my dick so good that she had my ass ready to jump in the car and head over to Jared.

  I was still floating on cloud nine, that when she sat on my face, I opened my mouth wide and began feasting on her goodies. Her pussy was so wet and hot that it started to melt my tongue. Latching on to her clit, I chewed on it causing her to squirm. Locking my fingers around her waist I held her right on the tip of my tongue as I violated her pearl causing her to fill my mouth with her love juice.

  Flipping her body over, I spread her legs and attempted on entering her. I was having a difficult time getting in, which confirmed she had not been broken in yet. I could see the pool of tears in her eyes letting me know that this was all new to her.

  “You sure you want to do this?” I asked.

  “I have to, you paid for it right?”

  “You don’t have to do nothing you don’t want to do,” I replied laying down next to her.

  For some strange reason, I couldn’t allow myself to fuck her unless she gave me permission to. Any other bitch, I wouldn’t have given a fuck, but she was different. She was way more than a slick mouth with a fat ass; she had a story that I was willing to learn more about.

  I slipped a finger in her slippery wet mound and began playing in it. Using
her juices that coated my finger, I began flicking it against her clit. She drew in a deep breath and held it as the sensation from the strokes of my fingers began to take over her.

  “Awww fuuuuuuuuuk!” she cried out as I pinched her clit causing her pussy to squirt everywhere. “Please stooooooooop!!” She began to beg as I used my mouth as a towel and cleaned her up.

  I continued to play in her pussy causing her to cum multiple times until she blacked out. Her long, wavy hair was sprawled all over the pillow as she peacefully slept. Prancer had me sprung off the pussy and I hadn’t even hit it yet. I had to get myself together because I was starting to turn into the same niggas I used to have Honey, CoCo, and Cinnamon finesse. My eyes began to get real heavy, so I fell asleep pulling Prancer’s body close to mine.

  “Oh damn!” I groaned as I woke up to something warm sliding down my dick.

  Opening my eyes, I spotted Prancer attempting to ride me. The look on her face told me that she didn’t know what the fuck she was doing. Using my hand, I helped her slide all the way down my dick. I felt myself break her hymen as she cried out in pain.

  After giving her time to adjust, I slowly began to rock her back and forth on my dick. She caught on quick. In no time, she was riding my dick as if she’d been riding dick all her life.

  “Slow down ma,” I said trying to make her stop.

  Her pussy was feeling so good to the point that I was on the verge of tears. I never fucked a bitch with a pussy that was so Grade A. She threw her head back and continued to ride me until her body began to shake. Jumping off my dick, she used her tongue to clean up all her nut off of it. Once she was done, she swallowed my dick and gave me another round of that fye head.

  My gut told me to stop fucking with Prancer and that she was bad news. However, my dick was telling me to wife the bitch and body any nigga she came in contact with. Against my better judgment, I decided to follow the head between my legs instead of the one on my shoulders. I was bound to pay the ultimate price for fucking with Prancer.

  Chapter 2

  Chasity

  This damn baby had been crying all night and I was tired of dealing with his ass. I thought with his mother gone I would be able to jump in and play the mother role to him, but I had no idea caring for a child could be this stressful. Chad left me with the baby to run a few errands. There was nothing I could do to cease the crying. It was as if he knew I was the enemy and he was trying to warn his father.