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  Shawty Fell In Love With A Hustla: Part 2

  By: Lucinda John

  Copyright 2015 by Lucinda John

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  Chapter One

  Stacks

  I was standing here, looking at Geek with nothing but fire in my eyes. I paid the guards a grip of money to disappear until I gave them permission to come back. I was about to teach this bastard a valuable lesson; never bite the hand that fed you. I took his ungrateful ass under my wing and made him the top requested pill creator, only for him to give me his ass to kiss. Geek had to understand that shit was going to be done my way or he was going to die behind these bars.

  “So, you decided to cut out the middle man and go into business for yourself?” I chuckled, removing my dress shirt.

  “It’s not even what you think,” he stuttered. His eyes widen when he saw me remove my gun from my ankle holster.

  I bet he was trying to figure out how it was possible for me to walk into the jailhouse with a gun, but that was Geek’s problem. He kept forgetting that I was the fucking man around town. Motherfuckers didn’t make moves without me knowing first. I put in enough years in the game to earn me the status of the boss nigga I rightfully earned.

  “Then put me up on game and tell me how it is,” I replied cracking my knuckles.

  “I just wanted to eat man.”

  “So are you trying to say, I wasn’t feeding you?” I asked cocking my head to the side.

  “No, I mean I wanted to make boss moves on my own. I felt since I was the creator behind the pills that I should have been making more,” he vented.

  “Tell me, who got your license back when it got suspended? Who looked out for you when you needed a private lab to set all your shit up in? Who funded your hustle? I did! And for that I am entitled to a percentage of your cut. Now this is how it’s going to go. You are going to take this ass whooping like a man, and then you are going to follow my rules. If not, I will make sure they turn you into a bitch in here, before killing your ass,” I smirked. “You choose.”

  “I’m not trying to be nobody’s bitch,” he replied.

  “Great answer.” I knew he was going to see it my way. No man wanted to turn into somebody’s bitch.

  WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

  I hit Geek with a three-piece combo that had his nose split in half. I had to let his ass feel the repercussions of crossing me. If I didn’t make good on my threat then he would have pegged me as some pussy nigga, and try his hand at crossing me again.

  Before he could recover, I ran in and hit him with another three-piece combo, this time sending a sharp uppercut under his jaw causing him to fly into the wooden table. He helplessly laid in between the broken parts of the table with a broken nose, cracked jaw, and a small gash to his head that was bleeding. Walking over to him, I smirked before I started kicking his ass until he became unconscious. I was an over the top type of nigga. In a fight I wouldn’t be satisfied until my opponent was either dead or knocked out cold. In this case, I didn’t want Geek dead, I was teaching his ass a valuable lesson.

  When I was done with Geek, I pulled my dress shirt over my bloody undershirt and buttoned it back up. I tapped on the door, signaling to the guard that I was done so that he could let me out. I gave him a head nod before walking out of the building and into my metallic grey 2015 Aston Martin.

  Shortly, I arrived home to my beautiful wife in the kitchen dressed in nothing, but an apron. After five kids, Lala was still a bad chick. She was my soul mate, and the love I carried for her was enough to make any sane nigga straight jacket crazy.

  “Where are my kids?” I asked, wrapping my arms around her thick waist.

  “Anna took them out,” she replied, stirring a pot of greens.

  “Smells good,” I said tapping her on the ass. “Let me taste.”

  She stirred the greens around before grabbing some on the spoon and blowing them. When it was nice and cool, she placed the spoon to my mouth and fed me the greens. They were nice and succulent with the right amount of seasoning. A lot of Ms. Anna’s skills have been rubbing off on Lala perfecting her cooking skills.

  “That was good, but that’s not what I wanted to taste,” I smirked.

  “Then, what is it you have the taste for?” she asked.

  “This,” I replied, grabbing her neatly shaven pussy.

  Instead of replying to me, she walked over to the table, laid on her back, and spread her legs. My dick jumped against my pants with excitement, ready to tear a hole in her pussy. Making sure all the burners on the stove were turned off, I grabbed a bottle of whip cream and some peaches with the intention of spoiling my dinner appetite with desert.

  I took a whiff of her pussy, before allowing my fingers to trace the outline of it. Her pussy juices were already dripping on the cherry oak table and I hadn’t even sampled her yet. Hooking my phone to the iHome, I played 112’s ‘Peaches and Cream’ and said my grace. Popping the top off of the Reddy Whip, I sprayed it all over her pussy, and grabbed a peach slice from the jar.

  With the slice of peach, I used it to play with her clit until she was begging me to stop. Placing the peach slice to her lips, she opened wide and gladly accepted it. With another peach slice, I used it as if it was a miniature dick and began stroking her with it.

  “Mm, daddy,” she moaned out, as she began grinding her hips.

  “Uh Huh.” I cockily grinned, as I continued to please her with the peach slice.

  Before she could come, I replaced the peach slice with my tongue and began eating her clean. I licked and slurped on the whip cream, making sure to get every single drop. Spraying her pussy down with more whip cream, I placed more peach slices on her pussy and had a field day. The more peaches I ate off her pussy, the louder her moans got. By the time I was licking off the last bit of peach from the folds of her pussy, she was leaking like a broken faucet.

  “Mmmmm fuck!!!” She cried out as she came everywhere.

  Her legs were wrapped tightly around my neck; I could feel the effect of her orgasm shake through her body. I licked then slurped until she began to squirm and squeal. Once my job was done, I left her limp body on the table before fixing myself a plate of collard greens, fried chicken, dressing, and cornbread. With a smirk on my face, I sat at the table and began eating my food, while Lala still laid on the table trying to regain her composure. Once she was done, she cleaned herself up then sat next to me and had dinner with me.

  I looked over at my wife and fell in love all over again; Lala had that effect on me. She had the ability to make the stress of the streets go away. A while ago, I retired from the streets to become a family man, but I still couldn’t find anyone to take my place. I interviewed a few cats that used to work for me, but they didn’t have the qualities I was looking for. I needed somebody to take over for me ASAP because I was ready to get out of the game, collect my money while putting m
ore babies in my wife.

  *****

  “So this nigga Smoke, is he legit?” I asked my right hand Ralph.

  “Yeah he is a thoroughbred, he used to run things for me before he got jammed,” he replied.

  “I don’t remember him,” I said, trying to search through my memory bank.

  “The African, nigga,” Ralph said.

  “The one that got jammed in the raid?”

  “Yes, him.”

  “Oh, he is straight especially since he didn’t snitch,” I replied, recalling him doing his time, without trying to rat his way out of a conviction.

  Before Ralph and I could finish our conversation, the warehouse door buzzed. I hit the front camera to see who was at the door. When Smoke’s face appeared in the camera, I buzzed him in. It took him a minute to reach us because I had security at the door performing a pat down.

  “What’s good fellas?” Smoke greeted us with a pound.

  “Nothing, just coolin’,” Ralph replied.

  “Have a seat Smoke,” I said, pointing to the chair.

  This nigga was banking, I thought as I checked him out from head to toe. He wasn’t on my suit and tie level, but he had his own expensive swag. The Robin baggy jeans he wore slightly sagged underneath his Versace t-shit. He had on the Jordan’s that weren’t scheduled to be released until Christmas and his jewels were shinning like the sun, on a hot ass Sunday morning.

  “You are eating well, I see,” I said, nodding towards him.

  “Yeah, a nigga wasn’t reckless with his money. I stacked my paper before I went in,” he replied.

  “Smart thinking, that way you came home to money in your pocket.”

  “Exactly,” he nodded.

  “Ok, well let’s get down to business. You smoking?” I asked him, holding up a blunt.

  “Yeah, light it up,” he replied, licking his lips.

  I wasn’t one to pass joints back and forth, so I handed him his personal one. I passed him a lighter and in no time we were sitting in a cloud of smoke. This weed was so good and potent that I had to take a five-minute break just so my lungs could adjust.

  “Now down to the business,” I said, taking another pull. “As you know my boys and I are out the game. We’re looking for somebody worthy to take over for us. We already have the team and traps in place, we just need a real nigga to run shit like a boss.”

  “We want to basically hand over our empire with your commitment to run shit with an iron fist, and have all of our money delivered to us on time,” Ralph added.

  “I don’t know,” Smoke said, rubbing his hands across his waves.

  “What you mean, you don’t know?” I asked.

  “Once I got out of jail, I wanted out of the business. I’m trying to do shit legit,” he replied.

  “I hear you, but if you think about it, you aren’t getting your hands dirty at all. You are getting paid to be a boss. Before you got jammed, you were running the block, but now you’re in a better position. Plus, with me by your side, the law ain’t fucking with you,” I said.

  “Why me?” He asked.

  “You got that fire in your eyes that I once had when I was destined to become a boss. Now is your time, are you in?” I asked.

  For a second, he just sat there staring from me to Ralph without saying anything. I tried my best to read his mind, but I was coming up short. I needed him to come through and accept my offer because this shit was getting old for me. I was ready to leave the country and join my father in Columbia, without having to worry about niggas trying to take over what I built. I wasn’t going to allow the streets to dry up, giving the next cat the opportunity to come up. I was a businessman, and if anyone was going to be hustling on my block, it would have to be with my permission, and I would be have to be on your payroll.

  “I don’t have all day,” I impatiently said.

  “I’m in,” Smoke stated. “But everything has to go my way. I will have your cut on time every month, but if I’m taking over, it has to be on my terms.”

  “I can respect it as long as the check clears and you don’t fuck up,” I replied.

  “You got that,” he replied.

  “Welcome to the squad,” Ralph said, pulling out a bottle of Vodka.

  He poured three cups and we had our first drink together as business partners. Now that I had everything under control with Geek and Smoke, it was time for me to finally kick back and relax. I was officially out the game and it felt so damn good.

  Chapter Two

  Smoke

  “I don’t think this is a good idea,” my mother protested.

  “Come on ma, I’m a grown man.” I waved her off.

  “That time you spent in jail did nothing to you?” She asked, with her hand on her hip.

  “Ma, this is something I have to do; I was born to be a boss. To be honest, I won’t be a corner boy slanging dope anymore; I will be more like the CEO.”

  “CEO? I had no idea that there was a CEO of the drug game.” She rolled her eyes.

  “There is. I am now in the corporate drug world, so there isn’t anything to worry about,” I assured her with a kiss to the cheeks. “Now pack up this house so we can move to Florida,” I said before walking out the door.

  I was on the reserve about getting back in the drug game after spending years behind bars, but since I was going to be sitting at the top, I reconsidered. I was only twenty-two, so to be running a whole empire was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Where I’m from, you don’t get put on like that unless your father was a major kingpin. I never had a father, so I considered this a blessing. Parking my car in Destiney’s driveway, I smoked a blunt before walking in.

  Destiney and I fucked with each other the long way, so I felt it was only right that I told her about my move. In my twenty-two years of life I have never been in an official relationship. Yeah, Destiney was a girl I was fucking since high school, but I didn’t see thing’s going any further than what it was already. Destiney and I had an understanding, nothing more nothing less.

  When I walked in the house, I kicked myself for using my spare key and not knocking. Destiney was on her knees, giving some dude some head. It stung my heart a little, but I shook it off. Destiney wasn’t my girl; therefore, it wasn’t my place to get mad.

  As I was walking out the house, I must have alarmed her because she started calling my name. She forgot that she was barley dressed and followed me to the car with her bottom half exposed. It was then that I lost all respect I had for her.

  “Smoke, let me explain,” she said jumping in front of me.

  “What is there to explain ma, you grown,” I replied, clenching my jaw.

  “Go in the house and put on some fucking clothes!” I yelled.

  “Baby, listen it’s not what it looks like.”

  “So you weren’t on your knees sucking a nigga’s dick?” I asked.

  “No… I mean… Yes, but it’s not like that. I wanted to tell you that I started seeing Garry, I just didn’t know how to explain,” She rambled.

  “You should have just cut me off. How the fuck you sucking this nigga’s dick and you still riding mine? That shit ain’t cute Destiney. I get it, you wanted a relationship, something I couldn’t give you, but every chance you got you was on my dick. This is why I don’t wife hoes, y’all ain’t loyal,” I replied before pushing her aside and getting in my car.

  “Let’s just talk about this,” she cried.

  “What is there to talk about? Man I’m out, yo’. I ain’t going to be in the Chi anymore so lose my number,” I said, before pulling off.

  The pain in my heart was there, only because over the years I grew fond of Destiney. I knew in my heart that she wasn’t wifey material because she was an undercover hoe, but I kept her around because I developed a liking to her. To see her twirling her tongue around on the next nigga’s dick the way she did mine sealed the deal. I was heading to Florida on a mission to get money, fuck bitches.

  *****

  When ou
r flight landed at the Miami International Airport, a smile graced my face. I was about to be a boss nigga and it felt good. I put in enough years on the block and behind bars; therefore, it was only right that I accepted this opportunity with open arms.

  My mother stood there with huge Gucci frames over her eyes, embracing the warm weather. She didn’t want to admit it, but I knew she enjoyed being in a different climate. I stood back and took in my mother’s natural beauty; my father was a fool for leaving her. She stood 5’5 with a slim frame. Her skin was smooth and rich like dark chocolate. Her thick, natural hair was pulled back into a ponytail, showing off her high cheekbones. My mother was born in Africa and was big on making sure I understood my roots.

  “Why are you staring?” she asked.

  “I’m staring at the most beautiful woman to grace the face of the earth,” I replied.

  “Oh stop.” she said smiling, showing the deep dimples that I inherited from her.

  “I can’t wait to see my dear friend,” she said, referring to Mrs. Michael.

  Mrs. Michael and my mother were as thick as thieves back in the day. They acted as if they were sisters and did everything together. When my mother met my bitch ass father, he talked her into moving to Chicago. Before I entered the world, he gave my mother his ass to kiss and disappeared. Mrs. Michael tried to convince my mother to move back; however, my mother was too independent to live off of anyone. With the help of the Michael’s she went back to school and became a Chiropractor. I have to admit, I put my mother through a lot of shit growing up, but that was only because she deserved to sit at home like the queen she was, while she got taken care of.

  When I hit the block, it wasn’t due to us not having money or food, because my mother made great money. I just felt like she shouldn’t be working. As the man of the household, I felt like it was my responsibility to take care of her. With my newly appointed CEO position in the drug game, I was ready to lace her up in nothing but diamonds.

  I bought my mother a house across the street from the Michael’s. I wanted to put her off in the cut, but she insisted on living next to her best friend. Prior to us moving down, all of the furniture was delivered and I had the interior decorator come in to create my mother’s dream home. The smile my mother beautifully wore on her face, was the motivation that I needed to work harder.