Trapstar 3 (12 page)

Cowboy extended his hand. “You must be Brandon…” He said as he shook Brandon’s hand. “My little girl seems to be quite fond of you.”

Brianna blushed at the sound of her father calling her his little girl. Hearing him say those words gave her something she had waited her entire life to feel: love from a man who would protect and love her unconditionally.

“I’m fond of her too, sir.” Brandon said pulling Brianna close to him.

Cowboy nodded.

Brianna smirked as Cowboy’s usual steely gaze fell on Brandon. After a few moments of silence, he smiled, and nodded. “So baby girl, are you ready?”

“Yep, but you ain’t riding with us, Daddy.” Cowboy’s eyebrows raised in question and Brianna pointed to the red Cadillac CTS that was parked beside her SUV. “That’s your ride there.”

Cowboy looked at the Cadillac. He walked over to the passenger side of the car. The limousine tint was so dark that he couldn’t see an outline of the driver. The window rolled down and Lorraine smiled at him.

“Lala?” Cowboy said, matching her smile.

“So you gonna stand there or you gonna get in your car?” Lorraine said, unlocking the door.

“My car?” Cowboy said as he opened the door.

“Yeah, this is a gift from your daughter.” Lorraine said as she leaned over to kiss Cowboy.

Cowboy caressed her face, he looked into her eyes, and kissed her lips.

Brianna knocked on the window. “Ok you two, tone it down! I gotta go handle some business. So Daddy, when Mama let you come up for air, we can have dinner, okay?”

Cowboy and Lorraine beamed at Brianna. She touched her mother’s face. It was the first time she had ever seen a genuine smile from her mother. Her heart felt warm, seeing her mother beam with love for her father. The man who in just a few short months had almost repaired the twenty-four years of emotional abuse she suffered from Herman. Thinking of that man’s name seemed to make her head spin for a moment. Brandon wrapped his arms around Brianna’s waist as they watch Cowboy and Lorraine pull out onto the street.

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Herman looked around nervously before sticking his key in the door and entering his house. He hadn’t been there in days, and he really wasn’t sure what to expect since he had dug up Tank’s body and moved it out of the backyard.

“Lorraine!” he yelled out, closing the door behind him, but not moving for a moment to see if she answered him.

Cautiously, he began to walk through the house, making sure that he was alone before he got comfortable. He called out Lorraine’s name again as he climbed up the stairs, but still there was no answer. From the looks of their bedroom, Lorraine had not been home for a few days as well. He walked over to the dresser to grab a change of clothes, as he was about to take a quick shower. When he turned around to head to the bathroom, he was startled by Brianna, who was standing in the threshold of his bedroom door. She stood there with a Glock 9mm in her hand down by her waist, and her facial expression said that she wasn’t in the mood to play any games.

“What did you do with the body, Herman?” she asked, tapping the gun on the side of her leg.

“Ah! That’s for me to know and for you to find out,” he responded with a devious grin on his face.

“I am not gonna ask you twice,” she said, raising the gun and pointing it at his face.

Herman did not show any signs of fear, and that’s probably because he wasn’t scared at all. He knew that Brianna wasn’t going to shoot him as long as she didn’t get the information she was asking for. The options that he had with Tanks body were vast. He could plant that body anywhere, and all it would take was one phone call to the right homicide detective, and somebody was going to jail. Hell, if he played his cards right, he might be able to kill two birds with one stone. Something that he had already took into consideration.

“You’re not going to shoot me…” Herman said in a calm voice. “I know that you’re not gonna shoot me because if you do, you, yo mother, and ya punk ass daddy are going to jail for life. What do you think that I dug up the body for… my health?” he said, making his way across the room towards his closet.

Brianna thought about what he had said, especially the part where he threatened to put her mother in jail. That little comment made her nice and mad. Her gun stayed locked on him the whole time and she was two seconds away from shooting him until she thought about it. He did have the upper hand right now. That dead body could be anywhere, and who knows what other kind of tricks he had up his sleeves.

“Where’s the body, Herman?” Brianna asked, watching him with a close eye while he rambled around in the closet.

“It’s somewhere safe. And after I get what I want for it, you can have it.”

“And what do you want for it?” Brianna asked, trying to figure out his angle, and at the same time, not lowering her gun.

Herman looked back over his shoulder to see Brianna still standing by the door with her gun pointed at him. The whole time that he was in the closet, he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his move. The three-foot long shotgun rested in the corner of the closet away from where Brianna could see it.

“To be honest with you Brianna … I just want you to die.” Herman said, grabbing the shotgun.

He spun around with it, cocking a slug into the chamber in the process. By the time Brianna noticed the gun, he was letting off a shot. Booom! Chit, chit!

Brianna dipped out of the room in the nick of time, avoiding the blast that knocked a hole in the wall the size of a basketball. She returned fire, sending a couple of shots through the hallway wall that was connected to his room. She was hoping that one of the bullets would hit him, but neither of them did. She backed down the hallway cautiously, facing his bedroom so that Herman wouldn’t jump out and shoot her in the back.

Herman never came out of the room. Instead, he reached around and stuck the twelve gauge into the hallway. Brianna saw the long, black nose of the shotgun and fired two shots at it as she dropped to the ground.

Herman squeezed the trigger at the same time, blasting pieces of wood from the banister into Brianna’s face. She crawled on her elbows backwards into the back room and slid behind the partition.

“I’ma fuckin kill you, Herman!” Brianna yelled out as she rose to her feet with her back against the wall.

“You know what they used to call me back in the day?” Herman taunted back, cocking another slug into the camber. “They used to call me, DOA. Cause I used to leave muthafuckas dead on arrival!” he yelled out, coming out of the room and looking down the hallway.

He didn’t know what room Brianna was in, so he eased down the hallway with the shotgun at chest level. He kicked the bathroom door in and pointed the gun inside. Brianna peaked around, saw the opportunity, and opened fire. Herman found himself falling into the bathroom for cover while Brianna ran the short distance down the hall towards the steps. She continued to fire into the bathroom all the while, darting down the steps.

At this point, all she wanted to do was get out of the house, feeling that the gun battle wouldn’t go in her favor. She wasn’t sure how many more shots she had in her clip, nor did she know how much ammo Herman had access to. It was either stay and risk being killed or flee and live to fight another day. Brianna choose the latter, taking off out the front door and dashing down the street to her waiting car.

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Brianna got out of the car, and rushed inside the house. Selena and Chatima were sitting in the living room enjoying the latest episode of Love and Hip Hop Atlanta.

“Hey girl, what’s going on with you?” Selena greeted Brianna, noticing her uneasiness.

“Is everything alright?” Chatima asked also, seeing the angry look that Brianna had on her face when she entered the home.

“Herman just tried to kill me.” Brianna said, pulling Selena into the dining room away from Chatima and the noise of the television.

“He did what?” Selena responded with a shocked look on her face.

“Yeah, he tried to end me with a 12 gauge shotgun about an hour ago. Have you talked with Charrise?” she asked, looking around.

“Nah, I haven’t talked to her in a couple of days. I been tryin’ to call her phone but it goes straight to voicemail. Why? What’s going on?” she asked, seeing the concerned look in Brianna’s eyes. “Brianna, girl you need to calm yourself down, while we figure out, how we going to handle Herman’s old ass.” She pulled her phone out of her pocket and began searching for a number.

“Who you calling?” Brianna asked.

“I’m calling Gwen to let her know we going to have to postpone the sit down today. You’re in no shape for that shit today!” Selena answered while still looking at the phone screen.

“No, don’t cancel. It’s a perfect day for the meet, because we about to handle all family business. I might as well start with her and start today!”

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Herman walked out of the police station smiling. After Brianna’s attempt to take his ass out, he needed to make sure that if that was to happen, she and everyone she loved would live to regret it. He had given Detective Hampton just enough information to pique his interest, but not enough to move on Brianna and Cowboy. He didn’t want to play his hand too quickly. He needed to milk the situation for as much as he could.

He laughed as he closed the door of his car and took out his phone.

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Cowboy lay on the bed stroking his hand up and down Lorraine’s bare back. She rested her head on the pillow next to him, exhausted from Cowboy giving her something that she had missed for so many years. The way that Cowboy put his thing down in the bedroom was nothing less than spectacular. He made love, then fucked, then made love to Lorraine all over again. He made her reach peaks that Herman never could, and that was all done without the blue pill.

“You woke?” Cowboy whispered, looking down at her.

“Barely,” she whispered back with a smile on her face.

“I miss you, LaLa,” Cowboy confessed, calling her by the old nickname that he had given her back in the day.

Lorraine smiled at him as she laid her head on his chest. She could not remember the last time she had felt this happy, or this safe. Not since the last time she was in Cowboy’s arms, but she had chosen to do the right thing by staying in her marriage as a good southern woman does. Her heart always ached for Cowboy because every time she looked into Brianna’s eyes, she would see Cowboy. After being with him, she knew what total fulfillment was, and every day without him was empty. Herman could look at Lorraine and tell that he had lost her, which only fueled his hatred for Brianna. Looking at her had reminded him of what he had lost with Lorraine. She was a symbol of love between Cowboy and his wife.

“It’s not too late for us, is it?” Lorraine said, kissing Cowboy’s chest softly.

“No baby, it is never too late. You are where you should have been all along. I loved you enough to let you go, Lorraine, but this time I ain’t going nowhere.” Cowboy said, pulling her closer to him, and tasting her lips. As he kissed her, his hand slid down her stomach to her smooth pussy. He found her throbbing clit, and massaged it with his thumb.

Lorraine moaned and pushed him back on the bed. She straddled his lap and rubbed the large head of his dick against her clit, making it grow and harden with each stroke. He closed his eyes as he felt her slide down slowly on his dick. Cowboy’s large wide dick was difficult for most women to take all at once, but Lorraine bit her lip and found her rhythm.

“Shit, baby.” she said as she slid her hot creamy pussy up and down his pole.

Cowboy dug his nails into her fat ass because Lorraine knew how to please him, she always had. He opened his eyes to see her fat pussy lips making his dick shine with its cream.

“Damn Lala… ride Daddy right.” Cowboy said as he squeezed her breasts together and pulled on her nipples. She bucked faster, causing the springs of the bed to squeak.

“Ohh… umm… ohhhhhh I love you!”

Cowboy felt her walls tighten around his dick. Lorraine threw her head back and slammed against him, as she grabbed his chest. Within moments, her box flooded all over his pole. Lorraine shivered and Cowboy lifted his hips to meet her thrusts. Her pussy throbbed, and sucked him in deeper. She collapsed on top of him, riding the high of her orgasm.

“Oh, you think we done?” Cowboy said as he flipped Lorraine over on her back.

Lorraine giggled, ready for another round with him in control. Her cell phone rang and she sighed. Cowboy grinned at her and handed her the phone.

“You know that is probably our child.” Cowboy said as he kissed Lorraine’s forehead and walked into the bathroom.

Lorraine looked that the screen. Seeing it was a blocked number, she was going to let it go to voice mail, but thought about Charrise. They had not heard from her in days, and she did not want to take the chance of missing her finally checking in.

“Hello?” Lorraine answered, looking up at the ceiling.

“You know, if we were in an Islamic country, you could be stoned to death for committing adultery.” Herman said into the phone. “When I am done with you, you probably gonna wish you were stoned. You ain’t shit, but you know what? I ain’t even mad at your ass. We been done for a while, so it don’t matter who you give that raggedy pussy to.” Herman said laughing.

Lorraine lost the high of her orgasm immediately. Hearing his voice quickly destroyed her ecstasy within seconds.

“What do you want, Herman?” Lorraine asked as Cowboy walked out of the bathroom.

Cowboy sat down on the bed and motioned for her to hand him the phone.

“At least he got you in a nice hotel.” Herman said, looking around the lobby of the Renaissance Hotel where Cowboy had taken her for the night. “Put ya fuckin boyfriend on the phone,” he demanded, taking a swig of a cold beer he had brought along.

“What you want, nigga?” Cowboy said sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I see that you’re enjoying my wife…” Herman began. “You think you just gone walk in and take my life, nigga? Well, you can have dem fucking hoes, but if you want dem and yo ass to be able to enjoy the free air outside a 6x9, you gonna need to pay me for my pain and suffering.” Cowboy sighed and listened to Herman’s slurred speech. “Tell ya daughter she better give me a mil by tomorrow afternoon. If I ain’t got my money, the police will have this body.” Herman said, sucking down the last of his beer as he sat down in one of the mahogany colored leather chairs.