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I saw Jaz and Samya walking towards the exit and hurried to try and catch her. When I got outside, they were standing beside a car and Jaz was on the phone telling somebody to hurry up.

“Jaz”

“Don’t talk to me right now, Justice. Did you see what you did to Knowledge’s face?”

“I don’t give a fuck about that nigga or his face. He should’ve never popped off.”

“That’s just it, Justice. He was talking to me.” She replied pissing me off.

“And I was supposed to stand there and let him pull on and talk shit to my lady? I don’t know what type of shit that nigga Prince let happen but that ain’t me. I ain’t that type of nigga, letting him disrespecting you is like disrespecting me.” I said and Samya started clapping.

“You were still wrong Justice.” She said shaking her head. Brandon walked out and unlocked the car doors. “So it’s ok for you to beat up my baby mother but I can’t fuck up your little boy toy.” I chuckled when she got in the car and rolled her eyes. “Ole childish ass.” I smirked.

“Hold up a minute.” Harlem said opening the back passenger door. “Where are you going?” he asked Mya.

“Oh you ain’t off the hook. I didn’t forget about that thang you had sitting on your lap earlier tonight. I’m going home, too.” She said and he reached in and pulled her out. He picked her up and carried her to his car. I laughed and shook my head. “This is how you’re supposed to do it, bruh. When she protest, kidnap her ass.” He said and I looked back to see Jaz leaving. I dialed her number while walking towards my car. When she didn’t pick up I called her right back.
I’ll deal with her ass later.
I thought as I dialed another number. “I’m coming through,” I said and hung up.

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 15

                                                                      HARLEM

“Mm, right there daddy.”

“Damn Mya. Why this pussy got to be so good?”

I had Mya’s ass tooted up over the kitchen sink, digging deep in those guts. She was fixing me lunch and talking to Jaz when I walked in. The sexy sight of her cooking in my kitchen in nothing but her bra and panties had my dick harder than muthafucka. She couldn’t turn the stove off or end her call fast enough before I pulled my shorts down and stuck my dick inside of her moist walls. I know Jaz heard our sex session before she ended the call but I didn’t give a fuck. I needed some attention.

I wrapped my left hand around her hair while my right tickled her swollen clit. I yanked her head back and worked her sweet wet love box over. “Oh shit baby, I’m about to cum.” She moaned trying to hold on. I wasn’t even in 5 minutes and she was ready to tap out.

“Shit, do your thang ma.” I groaned doing damage on her G-spot. I didn’t even have to give her permission. She soaked my dick with her juices before the words even left my mouth. I turned her around and slipped my tongue in her mouth, she accepted by kissing me back. Knowing I didn’t get mine, she dropped to her knees to finish the job. She rubbed up and down my shaft then teased the tip of my head with her tongue.
Fuck!
Mya got the best head game I’ve experienced yet. She was just playing around and I was ready to bust.

“Come on My, quit playing with me girl.” She smirked before making my dick disappear in her mouth. She worked her tongue around my mans while bobbing her head back and forth. She cuffed and massaged my balls. I pulled her hair up so I could enjoy the show.

“Damn Mya, I’m about to bust ma.” I said and she sped up her pace. She bounced on the tip of her toes pulling me closer. “Aww fuckk,” I groaned while tightening my grip around her hair and releasing all my kids down her throat. She sucked and swallowed me dry until my dick was limp. “That shit was fiyah, Mya.”

“I aim to please.” She said walking off. I looked through the pots to see what she had cooked when I heard her tell me to wash my hands. I did as I was told and fixed me a plate. She cooked buffalo hot wings and homemade potato wedges. I got the ranch sauce and pitcher of Kool-Aid out the fridge and sat down to enjoy my food.

After I crushed those wings, I washed my hands then walked upstairs to go get dressed. I had to meet up with Justice, Keke and Damion in a few to discuss some important business. I walked down the hall to my bedroom to get dressed but stopped when I heard Samya whispering.

“Just stop calling me aite…I don’t care what you do…you wouldn’t, try me if you want to an…ok, I swear I can’t continue to do this Bryan…No please…alright…ok damn” she said and I could hear that she was crying. “Yea…just give me a few hours damn!” It sounded like she threw something, so I took that as my chance to see what was going on. I walked in and she was sitting on the floor.

“What’s up Mya, why are you looking like that?” I asked walking over to her.

“Nothing, I’m fine.” She said getting up.

“Why the fuck are you sitting on the floor crying and shit then?” 

“I’m good Harlem!” she said walking to the bathroom. I could tell she was trying to avoid me but I wasn’t letting her off that easy. I followed her into the bathroom and closed the door. I stood in front of it and crossed my arms.

“Mya, I’m not going to ask you again.”

“Good, so drop it!”

“Samya, you don’t think I heard who you was talking to?” before she could lie, I let her know I already knew what’s was up. “It was that nigga Bryan, huh? You supposed to be meeting this nigga Mya?” The look she gave me told enough. “What the fuck Mya? What is it between you and this nigga?”

“It’s nothing.” She kept it short pissing me the fuck off.

“Well who is he?” I asked and got silence. “I’m sick of playing these games with yo ass ma. Either you tell me what the fuck is going on between you and ole boy or get the fuck out my spot and don’t call me. Forget you even know me.”

“Baby it’s complicated, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Talk to me then Mya. You know I’m not the type of nigga to judge. I need to know why every time this nigga call you get upset and have to leave? If we gon’ be together, you need to tell me what is going on or cut him off.”

“I can’t Harlem.” She screamed with tears pouring from her eyes.

“Why the fuck not? Do I have bitches calling here all times of night or early in the morning? NO! I don’t even fuck other bitches because I’m trying to show you that all I want is you, but you can’t show me the same type of respect by leaving him alone.”

“I haven’t fucked him since I met you, Harlem. We were friends when I was younger, that lead to a one night stand. It’s something I’ll regret ever doing for the rest of my life. Ever since then, I can’t get him to leave me alone.” She replied and I knew she was lying. Samya palms sweat when she is nervous and the only reason for her to be nervous is if she’s lying.

“Call that nigga up and let me talk to him.” I demanded.

“No, Harlem. You will only make things worse.” She said wiping her face.

“Well, meet up with him somewhere and ima show up. Shit, do something so I can see what’s up with dude.”

“Harlem, please just let it go.” She cried harder. “It’s deeper than what you think.”

“You wanna be with me or not, Samya?” I asked looking into her eyes.

“More than anything.”

“Well fix this shit Mya. I don’t want that nigga calling your phone anymore for real ma. As of today, you and him are done. Matter of fact, I want your number changed by tomorrow.” I said and she nodded ok. I pulled her closer to me and kissed her lips. I wiped her tears away. “I love you Mya” she looked shocked that I actually said it. I know she probably wasn’t there yet but I just to let her know how I truly felt.

“I love you too, bae.” She replied and kissed my lips. I asked her to come take a shower wit me before I left. She turned the water on hot then stripped out her bra and panties. She got in and I dropped my shorts and boxers getting in behind her. I picked her up and put her back up against the shower wall. She kissed my lips and I slipped my dick inside of her tight walls.
Damn, I love this girl.

                                                                      ****

I pulled up to the office, a little private spot we had that only a few people knew about. When I walked in, Justice and Damion was playing Call of Duty on the PS4. My brother didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. “Man, if y’all don’t get y’all ass up. We got shit to do.” I said and Justice cut the game off and stretched when he stood up. “Yo, I see why Jordan and Javier like that game and who the fuck you think you talking to?” Justice grinned taking a jab at me. I slapped him and we started slap boxing, something we always used to do when we were kids. He caught me twice before I jumped back and slapped him in the jaw.

“My money is on Justice,” I heard Keke say.

“I don’t know, bruh. Just because big homie went to prison don’t mean nothing. My bread on Harlem, that nigga got a mean left hook. You saw the way he DeBo ole boy at the club. I was like dammnnn, you got knocked the fuck out.” Damion said causing us to stop and laugh.

It was time to get down to business, so everybody stopped playing and got serious. We talked about everything from opening and closing up shops to moving the stash houses.

“Hold up tho, you know that nigga Diesel got some change on ya brain, bruh.” Damion told Justice.

“Hell yea, I heard about that bullshit. That nigga ain’t man enough to take me out himself. So he got to get somebody to do it for him. It ain’t like I’m hiding out and shit. If he want me, he know where I be at. Unlike him, I got to move rivers and climb mountains just to get at his ass. That reminds me, good looking about that info on his traps. I want them shits burned the fuck down by the end of the week. Whatever y’all want in it, y’all can keep. Body everybody in them but one muthafucka. I want that nigga alive so he can go run and tell Diesel who hit his shit. It’s about time we lock the east back down. After we take back that side of town, I want that grimy nigga dealt with.” Justice said passing the blunt to Keke.

“That’s what’s up. You know we got you on that shit big homie, don’t even worry about it.” Damion said nodding his head. I noticed Keke was super quiet. He probably knew I was about to get in his ass about my work. I fucks with Keke, lil nigga got heart. But this was long overdue and he still didn’t know where my shit was. He gave me this sob story about one of his workers crack headed boyfriend stole the shit. Why he haven’t dealt with the bitch yet? I don’t know. I told him to bring the lady with him but from the looks of things, he wasn’t listening. I wasn’t going to keep putting this shit off and the only reason why I was letting him slide was because Damion is his cousin. Damion and me go way back, we’ve been home boys since we were little. He brought Keke my way when Justice went to jail. Now, I have to be the one to deal with this nigga before Justice do.

“What’s up Keke?” I asked him.

“What are you talking about?” he replied with a slight attitude.

“Nigga, you know what I’m talking about. Where the bitch at?” I said calm, feeling myself getting mad.

“Man, she in the back. Bruh, me and that lady got history.” He said like I gave a fuck.

“What I don’t get is why you haven’t handled her yet? All I know is, she could’ve had something to do with it. Friend or not, if you don’t handle it, I will. 2 keys nigga, one gram can get you killed.” Justice barked, I knew he was mad at how calm he was.

“Man, I can’t do anything to that lady yo, she raised me. I look at her like my mom Just, man.”

“I don’t give a fuck abo... go get the bitch, bring her here.” Justice said.

Keke walked to the back to get the lady. I already knew what was in store for her and Keke did too. Some niggas you got to make examples out of and it’s sad to say but it’s true.

The second he walked from the back with the lady my mouth dropped.
Tuesday.
I couldn’t believe Mya and Jaz’s mother was the bitch Keke was referring to this whole time. The fact that she didn’t look scared had me smiling. “She don’t look like an old bitch to me. Shit I’ll fuck the hell out of mama.” Justice said and dapped Damion up.

“Harlem,” she didn’t even look confused. “You’re not what I knew you were, though. Baby I reads people good. So, you’re the big boss man, huh? I never took you to be. I swear my daughters know how to pick them.” She laughed.

“You know this bitch, bruh?” Justice asked me.

“Lil nigga, watch yo mouth aite. If you gone do this, make it quick aite. I had better shit to do today.” She sassed.

“She’s their mother,” I said barley above a whisper.

“What nigga, who?” Justice asked.

“Jaz and Mya, is Tuesday’s daughters. Bro, she is their mother.” I pointed over to Tuesday.

“Justice, Lord. So you’re the man that my other daughter can’t stop talking about. Humph, I swear those girls gone be the death of me.” Tuesday said.

Justice looked from her to me then back to her. I can tell he was embarrassed about calling Jaz mom a bitch just from the look on his face. He was literally stuck. I’m surprised he couldn’t tell who she was when Keke brought her from the back.

“Damn she is? Bruh, you ain’t gone do yo girl mom’s?” Damion asked.

“Nah, you know I can’t do that shit. I’m not going to be able to look Samya in the face, big bruh.” I told Justice. He was looking too calm and I ain’t like that shit. I hope he wasn’t still thinking about going through with this.

Justice was the type of nigga that didn’t care who you are. If you come between him getting his paper, he’ll murk our own people if he had to. What he need to look at is, this is Jaz’s mother we are talking about.

“My bad about all of this. I know this is a fucked up way to meet. I’m just the type of nigga that don’t like to be fucked around when it comes to my money. I’m sorry we had to meet like this for real.” Justice said and she looked relieved. “But I do need to know everything about your boyfriend, from where he and who he hang with, even down to his mother. You should already know what’s up when I catch him.”

“Look do what you got to do. When he stole from you, he stole from me. I needed that money; bills don’t pay themselves, you know and doing hair damn sure ain’t cutting it.” She said taking a half smoked blunt out of her Newport box. Justice chuckled looking over at me. I shook my head and told her don’t worry about it we’ll take care of her bills, and to let us know when or if she hear from her dude. She said ok and told Keke to take her home.

“I can’t believe you actually brought me the fuck up here.” She yelled. “You was going to let them kill me, weren’t you?”

“Hey, better you then me. I’m still young.” Keke joked.

“You little motherfucka, I changed yo shitty drawers. I should’ve let yo ass starve.” She went in on him the whole way out.

“Man, can you believe that’s Jaz and Mya’s mama?” Justice said shaking his head.

“She’s not really Samya’s mother, she just raised her since she was little. But what I can’t believe is that you actually said you would fuck yo girl’s mama, that shit is nasty, nigga.” I said and laughed along with Damion.

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