Love in the Trap Page 8

  “So, your rude ass gonna sit up in my house and talk to another bitch as if I’m not here?” Trixie snapped.

  “Who pay all the bills up in this motherfucker?” I asked. “Exactly. You don’t do shit but sit up here and spend my money, claiming you’re in school getting your degree, but I have yet to see your ass pull out some books and study.

  “I do go to school.” Was her only response.

  “Yeah, and I’m about to be the fucking president!” I laughed at her silly ass.

  Trixie had it in her to be great; she was smart, pretty, and bad as hell, but her dumb ass was too comfortable to step outside of the box. She thought just because I had her as my bottom bitch that it was ok to slack off. I would always tell her to never depend on my money. This shit could be gone in a matter of seconds. To go out and get a degree while you can make some business moves, but all that shit went out one ear and out the other. All she had to do was go to school and learn a few things that could benefit her later on in life, but all she wanted to do was spend my money with her ratchet ass friends, and live this fantasy of being a kingpin’s wife. She didn’t front when she caught me with different hoes, as long as she could validate that she was my kept bitch. The more I thought of Trixie and her dumb ass ways, the more she started to turn me off.

  “Where you going?” she asked, as I got up and started dressing.

  “I’m about to check on a few of my traps,” I lied.

  “Don’t lie to me Kell. I know you better than that. You never check on no damn traps, so miss me with the bullshit.”

  “The fuck I need to explain myself to you for?” I snapped.

  “Because I’m your bitch, that’s why,” she replied, causing me to laugh.

  “What’s so fucking funny?”

  “The fact that you refer to yourself as my bitch.”

  “If I ain’t ya bitch then what am I?” she seriously asked.

  “Nothing, you the bitch.” I laughed, grabbing my fitted cap and keys, and making a dash for the door.

  Trixie had no type of self-respect. Not once did she say she was my woman, wifey, none of that; she always called herself my bitch. Once upon a time, Trixie really did have my heart. I even gave her an engagement ring, ready to start a new life with her. While we were planning our wedding, I realized how different we was. Trixie was loud, obnoxious, and would push me to be in the streets. She wouldn’t do shit but lie on her back, get on her knees, and spend my money. The more I really started to get to know the real person behind Trixie, the less confident I felt in giving her my last name. When I demoted her from being my fiancé, she didn’t even fuss or fight. As long as she could remain my bitch, she was straight.

  I jumped in my dark grey Mercedes-Maybach S600 and pulled off. With no destination in mind, I headed to the twenty-four hour laundromat I owned, as a cover-up to clean my dirty money. I had a chain of laundromats across the city that doubled as a place I used to count and store money. I kept a few washer and dryer machines in the back office that I used to stuff money and drugs inside. Nobody knew of this,except TK, who was my right hand man and the only nigga I trust with my money and work. My connect was a ruthless nigga therefore I couldn’t afford any fuck-ups.

  “Hey, Stacy, how’s everything?” I asked one of my attendants.

  “Not so bad. I finished all the dry cleaning orders. I got them all ready for the morning drop-off.”

  “You working hard.” I smiled.

  “I got to. I have three kids to raise and feed by myself,” she replied.

  “You good. You work so hard that’s why I’mma look out for you on that management position.”

  “Are you serious?” She squealed.

  “As a heart attack.”

  “Thank you so much, boss man!” she yelled, jumping up and down.

  Stacy was a hard worker and it was fucked up how her kid’s father left her out here to struggle alone. She never allowed the burdens of her personal life affect her while she was at the work place. She was the mother off three, but she still made it her business to make it to work fifteen minutes early, whereas a few of my employees without any responsibilities always had some excuse why they were coming in late.

  After chopping it up with Stacy, I walked through my establishment and spoke with a few of my customers. I even helped Ms. Hattie fold a few of her clothes while she talked me to death about her granddaughter and how perfect she would be for me. I made my way to the back room only TK and I had access to, and swiped my keycard. When I walked in the room, TK was blasting Meek Mills while counting and placing rubber bands around stacks of money.

  “What’s good, my nigga?” I shouted, over the money.

  “Aye, what’s up nigga, what you doing here?” TK asked, putting the volume to the stereo down a little.

  “I can’t slide through and check on my shit?” I laughed.

  “Nah, I ain’t say that, but you more of a ‘handling business when you have to’ type of nigga.” He joked.

  “Shut up, I’m here now. What we doing?”

  “Shit, counting up this money and recording that shit in the books.”

  “Pass me a money counter and a bag of money then,” I replied.

  To a stranger, seeing all this money scattered around would have you going crazy, but I was used to this shit. I been in the game five years strong and I was used to seeing multiple garbage bags filled with money everywhere. Shit, none of this money was compared to the money I had stashed along the walls of my massive walk-in closet.

  “Damn, you let chick play you like that?” TK laughed, after I told him what went down over the phone with Mia.

  “I let it ride cuz she don’t know who she fucking with,” I replied.

  “That bitch was sexy ass fuck though.” TK said.

  “I’m tryna tell ya. If she play her cards right, I might bless her with this dick,” I laughed.

  “Hoe ass, what about Trixie?” he asked.

  “Man, fuck that hoe, she knows her days are numbered. That’s why she on a nigga about nutting in her ass.”

  “She still on that pregnancy shit?”

  “Hell yeah, in her simple ass mind she think a baby gon’ make me stay with her. I might be there for her while she pregnant with my jit, but once my seed is born, I’m taking him or her, and it’s a wrap between me and Trixie,” I said.

  “That hoe so simple. I warned you about fucking with her.”

  “If I knew what I know now, back then, I wouldn’t have given her ass a second look when she approached me a few years back.”

  “You can’t change a thot, remember that. They a special type of species; it’s embedded in them to be a hoe. No nigga can change that shit,” he joked.

  “Fuck you.” I laughed.

  “Am I lying?”

  “Nah, you speaking the truth.”

  “About time you started acknowledging that shit. Take it from a nigga that’s been happily married for six years. When you find the one, you’ll feel that shit.”

  “Shut the fuck up hoe ass nigga and let’s count this money.” I clowned him.

  What he was saying had some truth in it. From the minute I laid eyes on Mia, I felt a magnetic pull towards her. The way her soft skin felt in my arms, confirmed there was some type of chemistry there. Her pretty face kept running around in circles in my mind. Once we were finally done counting up all the money and neatly stacking each bundle of money in the floorboard, we decided to grab something to eat at IHOP. While I was in my car driving to the restaurant, I tried calling Mia three times in the row, only to get forwarded every time. That shit only made me want to go harder. She didn’t know it yet, but she was about to be mine.

  Romeo

  “Who the fuck is that calling your phone all hours of the night?” I asked Mia.

  “Nobody,” she nervously replied.

  “Mia, I swear to God if you been fucking around on me while I was out making shit happen for us, I’mm
a fuck you up!” I yelled, getting out the bed.

  “It’s not like that.”

  “Give me your fucking phone!” I demanded.

  “Let me explain first.”

  “Explain what? Give me your fucking phone! If you make me ask for it again I’mma break your fucking arm,” I said, getting in her face. She had me all the way fucked up if she thought she was going to play me like I was some hoe ass nigga. I spent the last five days bleeding the streets of Chicago trying to find a connect in my city to fuck with me. I was still fucked up in the head when I couldn’t get shit, and to come home and find out that my bitch was fucking around on me had me ready to commit murder.

  When she wasn’t moving fast enough, I jumped at her, and snatched the phone out of her hand. Sliding my hand across the screen, I unlocked it and began scrolling through her call log. For the past four days, the same number had been blowing her up back-to-back. The number didn’t have a name attached to it so there was no was no way for me to tell who it was. I went to her inbox until I came across a message thread with the same mysterious phone number.

  “Who the fuck is this nigga you texting? Fuck this, I’m about to call his ass,” I snapped, feeling anger run all through my body.

  “No, wait, that’s Murder,” she said, just above a whisper.

  “Come again?”

  “That’s Murder.”

  “MURDER? Murder that nigga I told you to cool off from until I came to my final decision?” I asked, tossing her phone into the wall.

  “Are you fucking him?” I asked, yoking her up by the neck. “Answer me bitch. Are you fucking him?!”

  “No, I’m not fucking him. I just bumped into him at the club and gave him my number. I had no intentions on talking to him without your approval.”

  “You did everything else without my fucking approval!” I snapped.

  “I just wanted to show you how easy it is to have him go crazy over me, without spreading my legs. All I did was give this nigga a five-minute conversation and he hot on my trail like flies on shit,” she said.

  “I ain’t tryna hear that shit, man.”

  “Listen baby, this can all work in our favor. I know for a fact Murder is holding onto some major cash. If he crazy over me now and he don’t even know me, imagine how it’ll be when I actually start giving him the time of day. With the help of Shanie’s boyfriend, this could be the sweetest lick ever!” she exclaimed. “Hell, we can even try to link up with his connect, permanently eliminate him, and run the fucking city ourselves.”

  What she was saying did make a lot of sense, but I wasn’t too convinced on sending my chick out there like that. I tried to think of ways to hit Murder without Mia, and I knew for a fact, I wouldn’t be able to get close enough to him, without one of his hittas taking me out. I was a one-man army out here in these streets, so I was nowhere near ready to go to war with that nigga.

  I looked over at Mia and was proud to have her sexy ass on my team. She had everything a young nigga like me could ask for, and it was scary to place her in the arms of another nigga. I was far from an insecure nigga and I knew there could be only one Romeo; big dick, long stroke, eat ya pussy until you die and come back to life type nigga, but that nigga Murder had one thing over me; money. Money had a funny way of changing people. I didn’t want to think that Mia was like that, but it was life. Just like the season, people switched up.

  “Romeo, baby, I love you so much. You’re the only nigga with the ability to make my heart skip a beat just by walking in the room. Your touches make me wet and your kisses give me hope. You was there for me when nobody else was and I would never switch up on you bae,” she said, as if she was reading my thoughts.

  This was Mia’s first time telling me she loved me and it had a nigga feeling real good. The fact that I had her love made me feel a little bit different, but I still wasn’t ready to agree to the plan. I walked over to Mia and wrapped my hands around her wide hips and gripped her fat ass.

  “I love you too, baby, and I’m sorry for acting all crazy. This right here got a nigga going crazy.” I chuckled, grabbing her pussy.

  “It’s all yours daddy, no need to worry.” She purred, kissing me on the lips.

  I pushed her up against the wall and ripped her thong from her body. Using the wall to support her back, I placed both of her feet in the crooks of my arms and slid my dick into its home. Her wetness dripped down my stomach with each stroke, causing me to dig deeper.

  “Damn, you feel so good, baby,” I whispered in her ears, before sinking my teeth in it.

  “FUCK ME HARDER! OHHH I’m about to cum!” She called out.

  Lifting her body in midair, I began slamming her into my dick, causing her to scream out my name until she was finally cumming all over the place. I laid her on the bed face down, raising her ass in the air, shoving all eleven inches of my dick in her.

  “AHHHHHH SHIT!” She called out, as I pounded in and out of her until both of us started cumming.

  Mia’s pussy was so good that she always had a nigga seeing stars after I bust my nuts. While I laid back catching my breath, I felt a warm pair of lips wrap around my dick. While Mia topped me off, I lubricated my fingers using her wetness, and stuck it in her ass. In the short time I started fucking with Mia, I had her turned out into my personal freak. She was open to trying anything if it meant she could catch a fat nut from it. With one finger playing in her ass, I used the other to rub across her clit.

  “Ahhhh shit, I’m about to cum.” She cried out.

  “Cum in daddy’s mouth.” I said, lifting her up until her pussy was sitting right on my mouth.

  I ate that pussy from the front to back, until she started trembling, shaking, and begging for mercy.

  * * *

  I was sitting across from Hot Rod, Shanie’s boyfriend, not sure what the fuck I was doing here, but somehow Mia convinced me to check him out to see where his head was at regarding Murder. I wasn’t one hundred percent ok with going along with the plan yet; I was just trying to see if there was a way to getting to Murder without using Mia. If Hot Rod fucked with Murder the way Shanie claimed, then he’d have that answer for me.

  “What’s good young nigga, I know you?” Hot Rod started off the conversation.

  “No, but your girl sent me to holla at you.” I replied.

  “The fuck you mean she sent you?” he snapped, ready to flip the table on my ass.

  “Chill out, fam. It ain’t even like that. Your chick and my ol’ lady cool like that, so she sent me to fuck with you on some get money type shit.” I replied, keeping a hushed tone.

  “I’m listening.”

  “I need to see if you can put me in with Murder,” I said, throwing him off. Based off his reaction, I was going to be able to tell if he still fucked with Murder or not.

  “Well you got the wrong motherfucker cuz I don’t fuck with that nigga.” He sucked his teeth.

  The way his jaw clenched proved that he was for real on some enemy type shit with Murder, making it easier to come at him with my business proposal.

  “Good because I ain’t tryna work for that nigga, I’m tryna get at him,” I replied, causing him to perk up.

  “What’s up? I’m down. I already got a crew of niggas ready to eat.” He replied.

  “This ain’t no play type shit. I’m talking about taking all that shit over and going into business as partners,” I said, making myself clear.

  “And I’m telling you I’m down. Shit, a nigga about to get out of here in less than sixty days and I know I’mma be out there starving.” He said.

  “My girl told me you had about three months left.”

  “Yes, they knock my days down since a nigga been on his P’s and Q’s when it come to this behavior shit.”

  “That’s what’s up.”

  “Shanie’s ass don’t know, so don’t tell her.”

  “I ain’t that type of nigga.” I replied.

  “How do I
know you ain’t on some bullshit?” He asked, giving me the side eye.

  “Because, just like you, a nigga tryna eat by any means. The way I see it, any nigga that will let somebody in his camp go hungry while he holding it down, is a fuck nigga to me, and fuck niggas get buried six feet under where I’m from.”

  “I’m feeling that shit.” He said, getting a little too hype and causing a few guards to look our way.

  “Now that I got you on board I’mma set some shit in motion. I hit yo ol’ lady off with some money to put on your books just to show good face.”

  “Good looking out bruh.”

  “This the last time I’mma be in this bitch. Next time I see you is when I come pick ya ass up. You feel me?”

  “I already know bruh.” He nodded his head.

  “Remember my number,” I said, calling it out to him.

  After he repeated it a few times to himself, he had it locked in his brain.

  “Good looking out fam. Look after Shanie for me.”

  “She good, trust, my girl good peoples. One more thing, what’s one of Murder weaknesses?” I asked.

  “An ambitious, bad bitch. He used to always talk about how his hoe wasn’t shit and how he would love to get him a bitch that had her head on straight.”

  “Iight. I’m out, holla at me. One,” I said, standing from the hard plastic chair I was sitting in.

  “One.” He replied, putting his hands up, signaling to the guards that his visit was over.

  My whole drive home, I kept thinking about what Hot Rod said about Murder wanting an ambitious chick. Everything Murder wanted in a chick, Mia possessed, and that shit was scary. I felt at ease a little bit because she confirmed her love for me, but I still wasn’t too sure on using her as bait.

  Instead of heading home, I went to the beach to sort out my thoughts while smoking on a few blunts. I thought of how sweet shit would be if I ran the whole city. Mia wouldn’t want for shit as long as she stayed down for a nigga, I would no longer have to bust lil licks to survive, and I definitely wouldn’t have to slang dick Lucy’s way for a few bands.

  It was written that I became a boss; I just needed the opportunity. I spent time studying block boys and learning from their mistakes. I would listen to them talk when they thought I was just a bum sleeping in an alley. I had the book and street smarts to be a boss; there was only one nigga standing in my way, Murder.