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  “Hello,” she said, sounding half-asleep.

  “What’s up, pretty girl? Did I wake you?” he asked.

  “You know you can wake me up anytime. Where are you?” she said, trying to sound awake.

  “I’m on my way. I’ll see you in about thirty minutes.”

  “Okay.” The phone disconnected and Star jumped up and went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. She hadn’t seen Terrance in two days and she had to admit she missed him. She thought again about what Sha’Reese had said to her. They had been dating for a couple of months, and although he had been turning her out with the power of the tongue, she had managed to escape giving him all the luscious. However, after not seeing him for a couple days, she had vowed that the next time he came home; it was going to be on.

  Later that night …

  Terrance and Star had just gotten out the shower and were lying in the bed naked. Star was her usual nervous self. “You sure you want to do this?” Terrance asked.

  “Yes. I want to please you,” Star said.

  “Just having you in my life pleases me.” He kissed her lips. She was extra jumpy. He knew he had better get her extremely wet or she would not be able to handle all that steel he was packing. He continued to kiss her as he reached down and inserted two fingers inside her moistness.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I got you. But let me get those peaches creamy,” as he lowered himself to do what Star had come to love. Terrance licked and sucked her until she was glistening, then he came back up. Terrance was so emotionally charged that he could barely pay attention. Terrance started to glide into her hot, wet pussy inch by inch.

  “Oohhhh . . . Terrance,” she moaned as she held on tight to his neck.

  Terrance finally got all the way in and started to stroke. He went all the way in so he could feel her deeper. Her every exhale became his inhale. He became intoxicated by her scent. The room was filled with the essence of her innocence and love. “Ahhhhh . . . Terrance . . . Ssss . . . Right there.”

  Star began to cum and shake. Terrance rode her orgasm until she could no longer remain conscious. Once he saw that she was satisfied, he picked up a little pace and brought himself to the same ecstasy. Then he just lay deep inside her and closed his eyes. In that moment, nothing else existed. Time passed slow and still. Star broke his trance with soft kisses on his lips. Terrance slowly opened his eyes and met her gaze. No words were needed; the stare spoke volumes.

  Star slowly wound her waist; his dick was still in full agreement as he started to slide slow and deep, hitting her walls from every angle.

  “Ssss . . . ummm.” Star was enjoying every inch of him. Each stroke opened up her inhibitions. Her body was asking for more and Terrance answered every demand. She gave him every drop of her and he drank her up.

  For the first time, Terrance was caught up in the feeling of making love. He was tuned into her every want and need. His stroke was matched by her every desire. Her moans were releasing all kinds of pleasure and passion in him. Terrance had never let himself actually enjoy a woman. He was used to going in and knocking a bitch down, getting some head, and moving on. But Star had him by the heartstrings. Strumming them, causing a rhythmic combination that he had never felt before, combined with soft moans rising up in his throat and coming from his lips with every thrust. Star’s tightness hugged his dick like a glove, as if she were made just for him. Her touch was tender and her lips sweet. He began raining soft kisses up and down her throat and then her lips and shoulders.

  It was safe to say that Star had him by the balls and he was willingly giving his whole self to her.

  Chapter 21

  Killing Session

  I’m a bad bitch.” KoKo stood in the bathroom in her peach lace bra and panty set looking in the mirror trying to clean her face, comb her hair, and apply her lip-gloss. Kayson walked into the bedroom and saw the $2,000 Ce'line Short cotton Khaki Trench dress that KoKo had laid out on the bed. Apparently, Raul had bought it for her. Kayson was feeling a certain way, concerned that Raul was going to get KoKo to come up off some pussy before she could get a chance to take him out. He walked up to her and asked, “Are you ready?”

  KoKo looked at him through the mirror and said, “As ready as I'm going to be.”

  “If that nigga seem like he ain’t going to bite and try to do something to you. Get out of there KoKo and the boys will run up in there and handle it.”

  “Do you trust me?” she asked without taking her eyes off him.

  “Yes, I trust you. But it’s that nigga that I definitely don’t trust.” He paused for a minute. “I need you to come home to me tonight, safe.”

  For the first time, KoKo could see the fear for her safety in his eyes. “Baby, I'll be home by 11 p.m. so wait up. Killing this muthafucka for you is going to make my pussy wet and then I'm going to need you to handle it.”

  “Keep it up and you’re going to make me fuck up the whole mission,” Kayson said as he wrapped her in his arms.

  KoKo turned and kissed him long and deep then moved from his embrace. “Go ahead, Boss. I have to get mentally ready for this mission.”

  Kayson left the room. He needed to make sure everyone was on point, especially the backup crew. He needed to make sure them niggas knew if they felt the least bit uncomfortable about her safety, to move in, kill everything, and bring him his KoKo.

  The plot thickens…

  Raul picked her up from the apartment where he had met her for their last couple of dates. He was drooling at the mouth and awaiting the moment he would be blessed to taste her once again. They went to a restaurant and ate, then he brought her back to his apartment. Within minutes, he had KoKo undressed and moaning out his name as he licked her into euphoria. He was getting ready to slide his fingers deep inside her when she stopped him.

  “Nah, mommie you ain’t getting away from me tonight,” Raul said, grabbing her hand.

  “I want to taste you. Let me do you. Let me make you feel as good as you make me feel,” KoKo said, panting and moving down toward his stiff pole. Raul immediately released her arm and stood in front of her as he watched her get into position. She pushed him into the chair that she once sat in and began placing kisses on his inner thighs. His eyes would open and close as he anticipated the head game she was getting ready to put down.

  KoKo was teasing all around his dick never making contact with it. However, she was squeezing and stroking it, driving him crazy. KoKo reached down and began to rub her clit in a circular motion. This action was turning Raul on even more. He watched KoKo slide two fingers inside herself and began to moan. Raul knew that KoKo was sexy and figured she would be a great lay, but he had no idea she was a freak. KoKo carefully slid her fingers out with the razor in-between the first two. Raul closed his eyes as she lowered her head. This gave her an opportunity to put her two fingers in her mouth, using her tongue and teeth to position the razor. KoKo stopped stroking him and prepared to stand up, but was stopped by Raul.

  “Hold up. I need you to finish what you started,” he said, trying to lower her back into position.

  KoKo looked at him and smiled. “Okay.” She kneeled. “Close your eyes. I want you to be relaxed and surprised.”

  Raul closed his eyes and laid his head back. KoKo grabbed his dick and began stroking. Massaging his balls next, she started to blow on them. He moaned and whispered something in Spanish that she could not understand. When he was totally distracted, she released the razor and ran it across the top of his balls separating them from his dick. Raul jumped, and then grabbed his dick leaving the rest of himself exposed. “You stupid bitch!” he yelled.

  KoKo slit his throat twice.

  Raul moved his hands from his dick and placed them on his throat, struggling for air as he fell to the floor. KoKo grabbed her purse and retrieved her handgun and cell phone. She stood over Raul watching him gurgle on his blood with a hand on his throat and one on his dick. “Can I have a cab to 56 Long Road?” That was the code for th
e boys to move in. She closed the cell phone and said her final words to Raul.

  “Look at you. Greed got you leaking from both ends. Stupid muthafucka, you could have had some pussy.” Then she put two in his head, grabbed all her shit and headed to the door. When she looked out the door, the cab was pulling up. She calmly got in. The cab drove off headed to the mansion. The rest of the crew moved in, swept the house, cleaning out all of the safes, and then set the house on fire. At the same time, all his stash houses were being swept clean of both lives, profit, and set on fire.

  Once back at the mansion, she quickly showered and then went to where Kayson was. She found him seated in his chair having a drink. Walking over to him, she sat in his lap and hugged him around his neck. Kayson put his arm around her waist. They sat quietly for a while then KoKo spoke first.

  “I brought the boss his money. And. Brought back his pussy so he could handle it.”

  Kayson was quiet. KoKo sat up and kissed his lips then moved her hands to his zipper and released the iron rod. She lifted up, exposing her bare pussy to him, which only made him harder. She carefully eased down on him and began to ride him just the way he liked it. Kayson had a serious look on his face as he watched her move so graceful and lovingly on him. Then he lightly began to moan. KoKo closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling. She leaned her head back and picked up the pace. Kayson seized the moment, attached his mouth to one of her breasts, and sucked gently. KoKo could feel the orgasm coming on. Kayson moved to her neck, sucking and kissing it while enjoying her every movement.

  “You ready to make this all mine?” he said, guiding her ride to pleasure her to the core.

  “I want to…but...I’m afraid.”

  “I need you.” Kayson responded while fighting the urge to cum.

  “Why me Kayson?” KoKo asked as she continued to ride

  Kayson paused for a minute and then said, “Sometimes a nigga needs to be rescued.”

  “I’ll be yours just don’t hurt me.” KoKo managed to say on a whisper.

  “I promise.” He said kissing her lips and holding her firm in place hitting her spot just right.

  KoKo moaned louder and louder then she climaxed. Kayson held her tight in his arms. As she went limp, he placed soft kisses on her face. “Kayson, I need to know that the shit I did for you today was it. I will kill any one of these greasy ass fuckers out here, but I don’t want anyone else touching me but you.”

  “Baby, what you did today was both business and personal. I am forever in your debt and whatever you want, you got it.”

  KoKo paused briefly. “I want half of tonight’s take and 10% of each of the stash houses every week.”

  Kayson chuckled. “Half? That’s all you think you’re worth?”

  KoKo looked into his eyes. “No, I'm worth all of it. But a bitch knows the difference between greed and justice. I think that you are worth a lot more to me if I am fair and just. A greedy muthafucka eats now, but a hungry muthafucka carefully plans their meals and eats well. I'm hungry.”

  Kayson thought about what she said. He saw nothing but sincerity in her words and actions. Raul was a test. If he couldn’t get her to flip on a nigga then she just might be the loyal bitch he needed on his side. Now he realized it was time to show her what he really did for a living, but first he had to pay Raul’s dad a visit.

  Chapter 22

  Kayson sat in his car for over twenty minutes conflicted as to whether he wanted to get out or just drive off. He knew he needed to get out but his heart was heavy which caused his feet to become heavier by the second. He rolled the window down and scooped the area; he turned to the seat next to him, grabbed a bottle, took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped out. Closing it behind himself, he walked towards his uncle’s tombstone. His heart grew heavy with every step.

  There he stood staring at the hard cold stone that read Rabb Ali. He stared at the stone and became choked up at the thought that here his uncle lay in a hole in the ground. This was Kayson’s second time visiting his uncle’s grave site. The guilt that he carried over not being there the day he was gunned down haunted him every waking day. The night that he was supposed to go with his uncle, he cancelled at the last minute to go out with Dominique. It was the next morning before he found out that he was murdered in the front of a club in New York.

  Kayson opened the bottle of Jagermeister and poured some on the grave before taking some to the head. “Happy birthday Unc.” He said then took another swig.

  “I know it’s been a while since I came to visit you.” He managed to say with his head hung low. “I just didn’t know what to say.” He paused as a tear fell from his eye. He reached up and caught it with the back of his hand before it rolled all the way down his face. “I let you down. I fucked up.” The words left his mouth and a sharp pain hit his heart. He wanted to hold back his tears but he couldn’t, they began to come one after another. He took his arm and wiped it across his face and nose then took another long drink.

  “You were like a dad to me. Thank you.” Kayson went to one knee and placed his hand on the tombstone then ran his fingers over the letters.

  “I can’t believe it’s been six years. A lot of things have changed. For one, I’m rich than a muthafucka.” he said then chuckled. His uncle always stressed the importance of stacking his money and having a future, “Because this shit don’t last forever.” He would say every time he saw Kayson buying something big. Kayson poured a little more liquor out then stood up. Taking another deep breath, he said, “Save me a spot.”

  Kayson poured the remains out then sat the bottle up against the headstone and turned to walk away. He turned back with a smile, “Oh yeah, I met one. She fine as hell. I know you said don’t get fucked up. Too late I think a nigga feeling that ‘L’ word.” He put his head down and shook it, “Don’t laugh nigga. It was bound to happen.” He paused. “Rest easy.” Kayson turned walking towards his car listening to the leaves crunch under his feet; he felt a little better with every step. A smile came across his face and just as he reached the car the sun begun to shine bright. He looked up at the clouds and said, “I love you too Unc.” He grabbed his car handle, jumped in his car, and drove off.

  Payback

  Kayson pulled up to the side of the Hudson River where he would meet Edwin. He sat in his truck thinking about how long he had known Edwin had raped his mother. When Kayson was eighteen, his uncle was killed over some gambling debt. Kayson had handled the niggas responsible for that, but his uncle’s connect refused to work with anyone else in the crew.

  This event forced Kayson to find his own connections. Edwin always propositioned him, but because he hated the man’s guts, he never took him up on his deal. However, his uncle’s misfortune would prove to be a very fortunate situation for him. He befriended Edwin and put a plan into action. Carefully, he plotted Edwin’s demise many days and nights. While he sat at the same table with this heartless rapist, he thought of pulling out his nine and just doing him right there, but he figured he would let him suffer long and slow.

  When Kayson was twenty, he created a riff between the Russians and Edwin’s older sons, which ended in bloodshed. Then he took joy in watching him suffer day in and day out. Edwin would come to him and talk about the plans he had for his sons and how he was ready to walk away and leave it all to them and was robbed of that. Kayson would think to himself, yeah, just like you robbed my mom of her dignity. Edwin had one last hope, his youngest son, Raul. Until he was mature enough, Edwin had given a lot of control to Kayson, saying he was like a son to him. However, all that did was allow Kayson to get close to him to find out what he needed to know to destroy him. Being the wise individual he was, he took the opportunity and ran with it, getting his hands into all kinds of business. All the while, waiting for the opportune moment to make him pay with the life of his youngest son and then his own life.

  Kayson was brought out of his daydream by Edwin’s headlights. He turned off his car, walked over to Edwin’s Benz, and got
in. The sorrow and pain was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

  “So how you making out these days?” Kayson broke the silence.

  “I feel like someone pulled my heart out, cut it up, and then poured hot pepper and alcohol on it then put it back in my chest,” Edwin said in his thick Spanish accent.

  “Damn. How is the wife?”

  “Shit, I wish I could take her pain and bear mine and hers. She cries all day. She can’t eat or sleep. She said she just wants to die and be with her sons.” A tear rolled down his face as Kayson sat thinking, well; she is getting ready to feel more pain. After tonight, she will spend the rest of her days in sorrow and agony.