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Chapter 6

“So you’re tryna move coke and pills. son?” G blurted out.

I told my workers about the planned expansion. They were all in because they were all about money. As long as they didn’t have to stop selling ecstasy, they were good. That shit was like a gold mine to them. Also, they didn’t know much about selling coke, so they wanted to stick to their bread and butter. They knew it would earn them a lot of money though.

The only one who knew about coke was G, and that was because of his uncles. G was a hustler. He was smart but was just as stubborn. He had no cares in the world and had a whatever attitude. This was quite dangerous in our business, but he was still younger than me, so I worked with him. I gave them prices on how much the Kis were. I told them to get their money right and we could start as soon as possible.

Once D-Money heard the price, he instantly became happy. “Thirty-three a key? That’s it?” he asked.

They knew street prices were way higher, but I didn’t want to get rich off my guys. There was more than enough money around for us to all get paid. I figured the lower the prices and better the product, the more customers would come swarming in. This formula was usually correct. I told them to get their money together because on Friday, after school, we were going to re-up. I gave them the same pep talk I gave my brothers, with heavy reiteration on the “not using” part.

With that, all agreed. I dapped everyone up and headed home.

I wondered, What’s for dinner?

I got home, and I could smell fish being fried. It was exactly what I wanted. I kissed Grandma on her cheek, and I asked her about her day. She proceeded to tell me about hers, and then she asked about mines. We ate and shared a few laughs before we were interrupted by the phone ringing.

“Hello,” I said into the receiver. I heard a familiar-sounding chick’s voice in response.

“So you have a girlfriend now?”

It was Tiffany from the skating rink. I knew she would call.

I laughed and answered, “Yeah, I do. Why?”

She started going on, talking about how she missed me, but I knew it was just game.

In my head, I was thinking, Fuck outta here. If you really missed me, you could’ve called the same way you’re doing now. My number hasn’t changed.

I went along with it. If I wanted to fuck her again, I could, and I knew this. But that wasn’t exciting to me. She only called because she saw I had a girl and she tryna fuck some shit up. I’d keep her on the benches for a rainy day, but I was not fucking with her right now. She looked good, though, and I knew I could control her if I wanted to.

“So when’s the next time we’re gonna see each other?”

I felt like she was trying to be funny toward Sabrina, so I said, “When I come to your job again with my girl.”

I punctuated my statement with a laugh—cold and hollow, lacking any traces of amusement. She knew how I was. It let her know to not say anything like that to me again. I was still going to keep her around because one would never know; plus, she was cool and fun also. We talked for a few more minutes, and then I told her I’d call her back and that she could hit me up whenever.

“Okay. But I still want to see you, and I don’t care about your little girlfriend either.”

I knew that was coming, and I just chuckled. “Aight. I’ll holla at you later.” I hung up the phone and headed to my room.

I was lying in my bed, thinking about things, when I got another phone call. However, this time it was Sabrina. She wanted to come over. I told her she could come over and asked her if she was spending the night. She laughed and asked me if I wanted her to.

“Hell yeah!”

I wanted her to meet my grandmother too. I hung up the phone and went into the living room. I started talking to Grandma, and I told her I wanted her to meet my girlfriend. I had never asked my grandmother to meet any girl before, so she knew it was serious. She didn’t react too dramatic though.

She just smiled and said, “I would love to meet her.”

“Good, because she’s on her way over right now.”

We both shared a laugh, and she told me, “That was quick.”

I called Sabrina back and told her I would come to pick her up. I figured I’d knock out two birds with one stone. I would go meet her parents while I picked her up, and she could meet my grandmother. I got dressed quickly and headed to her block. I knocked on the door, and her father answered the door.

“Hello. I’m here to pick up Sabrina,” I said, all while maintaining eye contact. I could tell he was trying to intimidate me during the stare-down, but I wasn’t budging at all. He spoke back and invited me inside their home.

I walked into their crib and looked around. I commented to her father that they had a very nice house. Before I could finish my sentence, he cut me off.

“What are your intentions with my daughter?”

I anticipated this question on the walk over here, so I already knew what to say. “Honestly, sir, I’m just trying to make her happy, finish school, and get into St. John’s University right now. That’s what I’m mainly focused on right now.”

I knew from the way I switched it on him that I would gain his respect. Making his little girl and my future important while standing out was the way to do it. He didn’t even mention her after I uttered those words to him. He was intrigued by the fact that I stated college was definitely in my future.

“St. John’s, eh?” he replied.

“Yes, sir, for business administration,” I answered. “I want to own businesses someday, sir. I feel they have all the tools I need to succeed.”

He sat in his chair with the look of someone impressed by someone or something. I glanced to the left of me, and I saw Sabrina’s mom. I saw exactly where she got her looks and body from. Her mother was bad. The dog in me wanted to flirt with her too. Sabrina looked just like her, just a few shades darker.

I thought to myself, If I cum in her, she’s definitely going to give me pretty babies.

Her mother came over and hugged me while introducing herself to me. I did the same. My eyes were fixated on her mother. Her mother started speaking in Spanish, telling Sabrina to come here.

She switched back over to English and said, “Sabrina, he’s handsome. You have a cutie.”

I started smiling, showing dimples with a slight blush. Sabrina came out of her room with her bag and book bag for school in the morning.

My eyes were still fixated on her mother, and Sabrina made her way over to me. As she walked past her father, he slapped her ass, and we made eye contact. He just winked and smirked at me. I started dying laughing on the inside because he probably knew what I was thinking. He wanted to display his dominance in a playful manner. and that was cool with me. I hugged Sabrina and took her bags from her.

She hugged and kissed her parents as I opened the front door. Her father came up to me and shook my hand and asked me if I watched basketball.

“I sure do. A die-hard Knicks fan.”

“Yeah, you can date my daughter. Honey, we have a winner here. He’s a Knicks fan,” he yelled back to his wife. He told me I should come over sometime and watch the games with him. I agreed to it, and he patted me on my back as Sabrina and I exited the door.

We started walking to my crib.

“My dad really likes you, baby. He never talks like that. And I mean neverrrrrr.”

I just started laughing.

“I don’t know what you did, but I’ve never seen him this excited about a guy before.”

“That’s cool, but your mom is bad!”

She punched me in my stomach and said, “Don’t be looking at my mother, motherfucker.” She had a frown that was hiding a hint of amusement.

Laughing, I said, “You look just like her. Just a few shades darker, that’s all. If she is bad, then what does that make you?”

She blushed, smiling this time, and told me I had a way with words. Mentally, I gave myself a wink. Of course, I do, I thought. I knew how to switch it at any moment with ease.

I opened my door and introduced Grandma and Sabrina to each other. She liked her immediately. I could see it in her face. She called her pretty so many times I lost count. Grandma started asking mad questions. I guessed it was because I had never brought any girls to meet her or anything like that. She took full advantage with her questions, so I knew she was all in.

“Grandma, chill. You’ll have plenty of time to talk to her in the future. She’s not going anywhere. Leave the girl alone with all these questions.”

We both started laughing because she knew she was rambling from her being excited.

I took Sabrina to my room and asked if she needed or wanted anything.

“No, you know what I really want!”

I smirked and told her I’d serve her up shortly.

She started to look around my room and noticed how neat and clean it was kept. “You clean your own room, or your grandmother cleans it?”

“I clean it myself. My grandmother doesn’t come into my room at all.”

She looked impressed and stated she thought all guys’ rooms were messy. She looked around more, and under my bed, she saw all my sneaker boxes.

“You have mad sneakers.”

“It’s a hobby of mine. I love collecting sneakers. Uptowns are probably my first loves.”

“How many loves have you had? How many girls have you had over here?”

I already saw where this was going. “I never had a love before you. I fucked a few chicks over here. None have ever slept over, nor have they met my grandmother.”

I had nothing to hide, so I gave it to her in the order in which it came. My answer pleased her enough for her to stop asking me irrelevant questions. She came over and kissed me and told me she loved me very much. I hugged her, told her the same, and slapped her ass. I turned the television on to catch Martin and took some undergarments out of my drawer for my shower. I left Sabrina in the room and headed to take a shower with a grin on my face.

She’s gonna start leaving shit over here and all, marking her territory. I know it. I can see it now, I thought to myself.

I finished washing my body and rinsed off and hopped out. I dried off and wrapped my lower body in my towel and headed back into my room. When I opened my door, I saw Sabrina naked on her stomach, with her ass sitting high in the air. My dick got rock hard through the towel.

She knew exactly what she was doing. She turned around and told me to come to her. “Papi, I want to please you. Show me how to please you,” she said while taking off my towel.

She grabbed my dick and started gently massaging my dick. I’ve never felt with one as soft. She took my dick and put it in her mouth. I let out a sigh because the warmth from her mouth felt so good. While she was orally pleasing me, she looked at me to see how I liked it. I grabbed her hair to give her guidance on how I liked my dick sucked. She started playing with my balls and took my dick out of her mouth.

“Papi, show me now,” she moaned.

Her accent when she called me papi turned me on so much. I put my dick in her mouth and told her to massage the tip of my shit and get nasty and sloppy with it. She put her hair in a bun, all while keeping my dick in her mouth.

I looked down at her like, Damn, girl! Really, that’s how you’re gonna do it?

She started gagging on my shit and doing everything I told her to do. I felt entitled to play with her pussy while she got me off. When I touched it, she was already wet. This had to be turning her on, but I didn’t want to cum yet. I picked her up and threw her on the bed. I tried to eat her pussy, but she stopped me.

“Babe, let me please you.”

I wanted to let her finish, but I was getting more aroused by the minute. I lay on the bed and told her to sit that pussy on my face. That way, she could continue to suck my dick and please me. She sat her soaking-wet pussy on my face, and I started licking it to the point my whole face was wet as she moaned. I was eating her pussy so good she had stopped sucking my dick because it felt so good to her. She laid her head on my thigh and started moaning more.

“Papi, I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Don’t stop.”

I could feel the intense pressure as she started shoving her pussy into my face more. I grabbed her small waist, pulling her toward me so I could clean her pussy up real nice. I felt her body start shaking, and I knew it was over for her at that point. Her body was depleted as she clasped onto the side of me, not moving.

She thought it was over, but this was just the beginning. My dick was still hard, so I crawled beside her. I aggressively spread her legs and started slowly stroking her, missionary style.

She started kissing me and dug her nails into my back. I knew that was a sign of how deep and good I was fucking her. I took her off the bed and started fucking her against the wall. She was moaning so much I was almost sure the neighbors could hear her over the music, but I didn’t care. I wanted to leave no doubt in her mind that she was mine and no one would ever be able to top me. Our session started getting more and more intense as the positions started to switch. She creamed all over my dick, and the sounds her pussy was making while I fucked her was driving me crazy.

I told her I was going to cum, and she told me to cum inside her. In the next split second, I had to think real fast! Do I want to cum in her? Lord knew it was good, but I was not ready for a child. This nut was sure to bring a child in the world, I could feel it. I pulled out because I didn’t want to rush it. That shit covered her whole ass and lower back.

I thought to myself, Yeah, that was a kid.

She wiped her ass off with my towel and headed for the shower. She was tired, I could tell, but I was still not finished with her.