Forbidden Love With a Thug III (3 page)

“You asked him if we could use it?” Leroy frowned. He used to work for Axel, that was until Kill took over and fired his ass. When that happened, Leroy began to hate Kill, despite them being cool in the past. The five of us were pretty much a group of niggas who hated Kill.

“Nah, but that nigga is sick as hell, he ain’t gonna know.” Ahmad frowned.

“I’m just not trying to step on your pop’s toes. I mean, he still is
that
nigga, regardless of the fact that Kill is now the boss,” Leroy exhaled.

“Chill, aight, we can use it,” Dante sucked his teeth, backing his brother up.

“That’s great news. But umm, Portland and I wanna know what y’all think about us setting up over in Browntown,” I grinned.

“That would mean more money, but that’s Kill’s territory,” Leroy furrowed his brows. “We would need to get rid of him prior to moving in on anything. It wouldn’t be wise for us to try and compete, especially because they have some Grade A shit.”

“Let’s kill his ass then,” I frowned.

“You know it ain’t that easy. If it were, the nigga would’ve been dead. Kill ain’t no damn fool, and we know that, everyone knows that. We need to be smart about the shit, and just tread very lightly,” Leroy explained.

I was tired of treading lightly for this nigga! I wanted to make this bread, and get back at him and his brothers for fucking up my home life, and my boy’s home life. Shit, I fucking loved Raleigh, and my heart still ached for her every now and then. The fact that she wasn’t giving me any type of play, and when I say any I meant it, had me pissed as hell. I’d been with her for almost ten years, and she just left me like it was nothing. Then to make matters worse, that bitch nigga, Kantwan, was sticking his dick in my sister, got her pregnant and shit. The more that those thoughts raced through my mind, the angrier I got.

“Be patient, Sonny, we gon’ do this shit.” Portland tapped my arm and I nodded begrudgingly. “Aye, Leroy, let me talk to you for a second.”

Portland and Leroy left the room, leaving me, Ahmad, and Dante to talk for a bit. After about ten minutes, Portland and Leroy returned, before Ahmad, Dante, and Leroy left out.

“What was that about?” I asked Portland as I reached for the bag of chips sitting on the coffee table.

“Gave him a knot to kill Elijah,” he grinned and so did I. Hey. if we couldn’t murk Kill, we could kill the niggas around him.

Two days later…

It was around 8pm at night, and I'd finally gotten my baby girl to go to sleep. She was wide-awake thirty minutes ago, and tried to stay that way for the longest. It was so cute watching her little eyelids lower, and then fly back up because she realized she was falling asleep. I swear, everything my little cutie did warmed my heart like crazy. I kissed her fat cheek, and then covered half of her body with her blanket, before taking the baby monitor with me to the bedroom.

After taking care of her all day, I needed to take a bath and relax my nerves. Since I was enrolled in online classes for my university, I had to make sure I stayed on top of my work. I thought it would be easier, and in a way it was because I could stay here with Alexsia, but damn I wished I would have known they gave so much damn homework in a small amount of time. By saying that, I wanted to take a nice bath and get a good night's sleep so that I could wake up in the morning and get some work done before my daughter woke up and took up all of my time.

I started the water in the huge Jacuzzi tub, and then put some of my bubble bath against the running water to make bubbles. I then lit one of my mood candles, and removed my clothing. Submerging myself into the water, I tightened my bun on top of my head because it felt like it was gonna fall. This damn water felt so good, and soothed every aching muscle in my body.

Like always, thoughts consumed my mind. Sometimes they were good ones, like about the life I'd built with Kill so far, but sometimes they were about my parents and brother. I'd lost them all in such a short amount of time, and it hurt badly. I thought about picking up the phone to call Portland every now and then, but I always changed my mind. Portland was an asshole and only cared about himself. And every time he fucked one of us over, we always forgave him, which is why he kept up his antics. I wasn't doing that shit anymore. Yeah, he'd reached out, but I knew it was only because he'd found out Kill was my baby daddy and wanted to get on. See what I mean? Portland cared about no one but his damn self!

I washed my body down, and then got out to brush my teeth. I then spread lotion all over me, before slipping into my nightgown. As soon as I walked into the bedroom, Kill was coming out of his bathroom with a towel around his waist. We both made eye contact and smiled. I noticed his was a bit weird, but it was probably because of the day's work, tiring him out.

“Hi baby,” I chuckled shyly like a little girl, and rushed over to him after slipping into a short nightgown. As soon as I got to him, he scooped me up. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I'm good. I wanna talk to you for a second,” he sighed dejectedly, and then walked me over to the chaise to sit me down.

His face bore a worried and distressed expression, which in turn worried me as well. What the hell could possibly be wrong now? My heart began beating extra fast, and he hadn't even said anything. I couldn't take anymore pain, I just couldn't. Not right now.

“Talk, Kilexis.”

He got down onto the floor, wearing just his boxer shorts that he’d changed into. Looking up into my face, he said, “Jersey, I love you, shorty, so much, you know that, right?” I just nodded and began to slowly rub my palms together. “Just listen to me and let me finish before you say anything. So about a week ago, the day I handled Trixie, I ran into an old friend. Umm, that friend was a woman and she was someone that I fucked before, only once, and before you and I were anything. She umm,” he looked off to the side and then back to me before saying, “she umm, told me that I was the father of her child.”

“What? What the fuck!” I shot up off the chaise and tried to walk around him, but he stopped me. He was towering over me and holding me in place with his strong grip.

“I told you to let me finish.”

“I don't want you to finish! You just go around making babies with every bitch you meet, Kill?” I hollered up at him as tears began to spill down my cheeks.

“What? I only slept with that hoe one fuckin' time, Jersey!”

“You're disgusting! And to think I—move!” I got away from him and started to walk across the large bedroom, but he hugged my body from behind. I couldn't hold it in anymore, so I just broke down and cried. “Kill, I can't do this! Too much is happening to me at once!” I sobbed.

“Baby, listen to me, aight? That baby is not mine. I only slept with her once and I used a condom, which did not break. I know what you were about to say baby and you
are
special. You are the only one I have ever gotten pregnant, aight?” he whispered as I cried, and then began kissing on my neck.

He turned me to face him, and then removed my gown swiftly. He pushed down my underwear, and then gently laid me back down on the bed. I was weeping lightly, so I covered my face. Removing my hands, he kissed the backs of them, and then resumed kissing my neck while lying in between my legs. I didn't see him remove his boxers, but I guess he had since I could feel his hard dick against my pussy.

“No Kill, move.” I
gently
pushed his head as he trailed soft kisses down my flat stomach.

“Jersey, that's not my kid. I wouldn't have even told you, but I don't keep shit from you so I did. I ain't get that girl pregnant, only you. I want you to know this in case she tries to do some dumb shit like run into you and tell you.”

Before I could respond, he'd taken my clit into his mouth. I arched my back, and then caressed his soft hair. He was licking and sucking like he was on payroll to do so, and I could feel it deep down in my bones. The way he ate my pussy showed me how much he cared about me. I could feel it with every slurp and suck, which made the feeling that much more intense.

“Aaahh, uuuh, shit,” I whimpered.

He continued his tongue lashing, making me cum three hard times. I had to pull on his hair to get his mouth from between my legs because he was wearing me out already. Standing to his feet, he flipped me onto all fours, pressed my face into the pillow, and then slipped into me from behind. One thing Kilexis Camren could do better than anything else, was fuck. He gripped my waist tightly, and began winding his hips into me slowly, making me bite down on my lip and whine like a little baby.

“Kiiilll,” I cried and balled the sheets up in my fist.

Suddenly, he gripped my hair into his hands, and began slamming into me with precision. He would beat it up, then move slowly as hell, and boy was it driving me crazy. He bent down while still stroking me from the back, and started sucking on my neck with his soft lips and tongue.

“You ain't going nowhere, Jersey,” he whispered into my ear, and then pulled my bottom lip into his mouth to suck, all the while fucking the shit out of me doggy-style. “Say it,” he growled and started going harder. I'd cum so many times I could feel it spilling down my inner thighs.

“I'm not going anywhere!” I called out. He smacked my ass, gripped it roughly, and then used his other hand to reach under me and grope my breasts.

“Tell me this is my pussy.”

“It's your pussy, Kill, mmm, fuck!”

“I love you, Jersey,” he said before leaning back up, gripping my waist, and pummeling into me. “Shit,” he grumbled.

A few more thrusts, and he was nutting all inside of me. My body quivered from releasing yet again, and he immediately flipped me over onto my back. Staring down at me, he panted heavily before licking his full lips.

“I love you too, Kill.”

“That's not my baby.”

“I know.” I nodded as my chest rose and fell rapidly. He would never lie to me, so therefore I believed him.

Chapter
Two: Kantwan Camren

“Shit,” I grunted as I let everything inside of me go into Cheyla.

As she breathed heavily, I kissed down her stomach while groping her smooth golden thighs. This had become a routine for me; getting some pussy before I went to meet up with Rachel and Tanya. Cheyla would always be dead tired at first, but after a couple minutes, she would be wide awake and into it. It seemed like I could never get enough of her, especially now that she had that infamous pregnant pussy.

I glanced at the cable box and saw it was time for me to get into the shower, so I rolled off of Cheyla and then out of the bed. I checked my burner phone, and saw that Rachel had sent a text over confirming the meet-up. Even though she didn't need to, Kill required it of her. That way, if one morning it didn't get sent, we would know something was up and know not to show up.

I loved that my brother thought ahead with shit, because you didn’t feel unsafe and like you would be caught up. Elijah said when working for Axel, he stayed being paranoid because Axel only covered
his
ass. He couldn’t care less about the next nigga, even if that nigga worked for him.

“Don't take a long time, Kantwan,” Cheyla brushed her pointing finger across my lower back, right before I stood up to go into the bathroom.

“I'm gonna take as long as I usually do, ma, so expect the same, not a minute longer.”

“Okay. Is there anyway you can speed it up?”

“Don't you have class today?” I laughed.

“Yes, I do, but I wanted to eat breakfast together before I go.”

“What time is the class, Cheyla?”

“At 10am, and then I have nonstop classes until 4pm in the evening. I have a break in between, but it's no point in me coming home, so I just go to the computer lab and bullshit or do homework.”

“Aight, I will try to work as fast as I can so that I can be back before 8:30am, and we can eat together. But if not, we can go to dinner when you get out of class so I can make it up to you.” I spread toothpaste onto my toothbrush.

“That works. You always know how to please me, Kantwan. I love it.” She laid back onto the bed and cut the lamp on in the room.

I gave her a small smirk, and continued to brush my teeth. I flossed then rinsed, before coming out into the bedroom to cut the lamp back off. Shorty had dozed off that quickly. I didn't need the light because the sun would be rising by the time I got out of my shower. After showering, I put on some deodorant and then got dressed in some dark jeans, a black shirt, a black hoodie, and some black low top Chuck Taylor's. I opted out of wearing jewelry whenever I went to meet up for some reason. After slipping my baseball cap down onto my head, I grabbed my personal and work phone before leaving.

On the drive there, Rachel entered my mind. After that ass picture she sent me, she kept sending little pictures every now and then. She would send ones of her in the shower, lying in bed wearing lingerie, just all kinds of shit and she knew she looked good. At first I would just ignore it, but once I started seeing that it made my dick hard, I knew I needed to have a talk with her. I never saw myself as the cheating type, and even if I was, I was gonna suppress that shit.

I dropped my whip off at the warehouse, and then hopped into the Nissan used for pickups. I pulled up to the location and noticed the truck was way bigger than the last time. Last time it was like a food truck, but this time it was just short of being an eighteen-wheeler. I was so confused as I threw the car into park.

“Hey boo,” Rachel grinned with her fine ass.

“Sup, ma; Tanya. What is this shit? I can't fit whatever is in there in this little ass Nissan van.”

“Kill wanted triple the product he received last time, so we had to get a bigger truck. We're instructed to trail you to the warehouse where we will help you unload there,” Tanya replied.

“Why the fuck did y'all have me drive over here if y'all were gonna follow me back? We could’ve just met at the warehouse,” I frowned.

“Because Kill told us to. He didn't want us possibly getting lost, so he wants us to trail you there instead of giving us directions. This is a lot of product Kantwan, and if we detoured somehow and fucked something up, Kill would do the same to us, fuck something up,” Rachel explained.

She was right, too. My brother had become more vicious and I didn't mind it at all. At home chilling, he was still the same Kilexis Camren, but when it came to the business, he didn't play around at all. He gave no second chances, and he would chop your head off without batting an eye. Being ruthless had become a part of who he was. He was never scared to kill a nigga, but he would be remorseful afterwards. These days, he didn’t give a fuck.

“Aight, I get you. Come on.” I waved them on before jogging back to the van.

They followed me to the warehouse, and I got out to open the huge automatic door so they could pull the truck in. Once all the way inside, I let the door down, and the three of us began unloading. I saw that this time the keys were loaded up into barrels marked with beer brands. I swear my brother was smart as fuck. I was happy he was in charge because he was the cleverest, even cleverer than Axel, oddly. The only time his “cleverness” annoyed me was when he would cancel out any ideas that I had, because he felt his were better.

Three fucking hours later, we were finally finished unloading and packing the shit away. I didn't mind the long work time too much, because the three of us made casual conversation, which was cool. Rachel and Tanya were pretty laid back and shit, so it was nice to have someone to talk to while I put this shit away. Listening to music wasn't cutting it anymore, because I'd gotten tired of my playlist as of late.