

Not Every Playa Knows the Game

Copyright 2017 KD Broadway

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Table of Contents

1: The Beauty

2: The King

3: The Brains

4: The Heart

5: The Nympho

6: The Best Friend

7: TLC

8: Lying Ass

9: The Game

10: The Players

11: Drugs and Condoms

12: Heartache

13: MAXium Success

14: Love Square

15: Switch Up

16: What's Done in the Dark

17: Plan B

18: Soulmate

19: Fake Friend

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1: The Beauty

Tasha

I sit on the toilet seat, contemplating checking the test early. I decide not to. It said to wait two minutes. I'm nervous. My boyfriend, Tre, and I been in a relationship for two years now, but I don't know if I'm ready to be someone's mom yet. I take a glance at the test when the timer on my phone goes off- Shit. Positive. - Well here we go; I may as well call Tre and tell him that he is going to be a daddy.

"You have reached the voicemail box of—" Ain't that about a bitch. He always answers my calls. I call a second time. No answer. What the fuck is he doing? I think to myself. He knows how I get when my man doesn't answer my call. After a long line of heartache and cheating I've had my guard up, and trust isn't even a part of my vocabulary. Tre knows to be around when I'm looking for him, and I need him now more than ever.

I decide to call my mom.

"Hello, mom?"

"Yes baby, what's the matter?" My mother asks with concern.

"I'm pregnant."

"Well it's about time! Thought I would never get a grandbaby out of you," She laugh, "You are 27 years old, and all I have of my legacy," She explains in an elderly voice. My mother is not very old, being that she had me when she was 20, but let her tell it; she will be gone any minute. I am her only child.

"I know, mom. I know. But I'm not sure if I'm ready. I will have a life dependent upon me and I don't know if I am ready for all that," I explain.

"Child, who is ready? Even people who think they're ready aren't. You just go with the flow. I had you when I was only a teenager. Trust me; your motherly instincts will kick in.

" I could hear the tick of her stove in the background.

"Ok mom," I roll my eyes, "What are you over there cooking?"

"None of your business. You better whip you up something in that beautiful kitchen of yours. Where's that man of yours by the way?" She inquires, "Still in those streets?"

"Oh goodness mom! Not with this again," I fidget with the lone piece of hair hanging from my crochet twist that ran down the middle of my back.

"Listen all I'm saying is I don't trust him," She says.

"It's been two years. He's still here. He loves me. We are having a kid. That's that." I hate how my mother feels about Tre. How can she be happy about our baby but hate the dad? Doesn't even make sense.

"Okay Tasha Nolice. I will drop it for now," She states, but I know the conversation is far from over.

I look at my phone and see Tre is on the other line. "Ok mother, I have to go anyways. I will call you tomorrow. I love you."

"Love you too sugar."

I click over to Tre.

"Hello, wassup beauty?" I gush at the sound of the nickname he gave me, but I'm still a little upset with him.

"Uh hmm, why didn't you answer my call?"

"I was with Donte babe. You know, getting this paper for us. You hungry?" He knows food is my weakness, but this baby has had me moody, like I have been, for the past few weeks.

"Yea but you still aren't giving me a good reason not to curse your ass out," I cross my arms, holding the phone with my shoulder.

"I'm sorry okay? This shit be taking me from my woman and I should never allow that. Do you forgive me?" He questions sounding all sincere and what not.

Reluctantly I cave, "Bring me some chicken babe. And collard greens if you can find some!" I say. I want to tell him I want some duck sauce for my greens, but I know he will ask questions.

"Okay fat girl," he laughs, "I got you. See you soon beautiful."

We disconnect.

Tre and I have been riding together for a while now. I know all about his street life and I am okay with it. I was built to be a ROD— ride or die— queen. Last year someone put a hit out on my man but that wasn't keeping me indoors. See, I am no punk. Nor am I afraid of anyone. I stuck by his side even when he was shot at until they caught the motherfucker who thought he could get away with it.

Though I come from a good home, my dad was about that life too. He taught me how to shoot a gun before the age of 10. Though I never had to use it I definitely can hold my own when necessary. I find myself attracted to these "hood" men and it always leads to heartbreak. But Tre is different. Tre is special, and I am satisfied with my life at the moment. I never want for anything with him. He spoils me rotten. Though he spends a lot of time away from home, I know it's because he is conducting business so that we'll never have to want for nothing. Our child will be blessed- Especially being Tre's first.

I get up and head to the kitchen. I cannot wait until bae gets home and gives me this food. I'm ready to tear down on them wings. And just like clockwork I hear the door.

"Beautiful, guess what I got!" I hear him call from the living room.

I follow his voice into our extravagant living area. It is dressed in cream- Floor length curtains, an overly large cream leather sectional, high ceilings- with a burgundy effect that draws your eye from its single colored surrounding. Damn. We will have to paint all of this if this baby is going to be messy. I think to myself.

I give Tre a peck on the lips. He scoops me in his arms, placing the bag down on the glass coffee table. His lips cover mine and his tongue slips into my mouth to explore my tongue. He grips my ass and lifts my petite 5'2 frame off the floor. I can feel his manhood press against my thigh. I need to get him off of me before things get heated.

"Babe..." I whine, trying to push my body off of his. But his grip is so strong. I want to melt. Tre is fit. I mean, his body is right.

He is wearing an all-white Nike fitted shirt, black jeans, and a pair of fresh black-and-white Nikes on his feet. His shirt looks like it's struggling to stay together, but not because it's too tight; his muscles are just huge! Underneath, he flexes rock solid six pack abs. His legs? Oh, his legs! Let's just say, he gets up and runs every morning.

"Don't fight me baby. I missed you," He kisses me again.

I manage to wiggle my way out of his arms. "I missed you too babe but I'm hungry!" I grab the bag of food and sashay away towards the kitchen.

Tre is on my tail. "I'm hungry too."

I turn to see his devilish grin. He licks his lips.

"Can daddy have something to eat too?" He reaches for me, but I run before he succeeds.

"Speaking of daddy, we need to talk." I start opening the bag to reveal my prize. Food! He managed to get me some collard greens too. I can feel my stomach rumble at the sight of it. I hope this isn't going to be how the next nine months will go.

"Um, okay. What's up Tasha?" His face mixes with concern and confusion. I know I killed his mood because he only calls me by my name when he isn't happy.

"So..." I began, "...I uh...took a test earlier."

He looks at me like I am taking entirely too long to get to my point. "And?"

"It's positive."

"Wait, back up, what type of test are we talking Tasha?" He tilts his head in confusion.

"A pregnancy test babe. We are going to be parents!" I shout excited, but in all honesty, I am nervous.

Tre looks lost for a second, but soon after, it registers, and he jumps up from the stool he is sitting in, "You telling me I am going to be a daddy?"

"Yes baby. You are." He scoops me off of my stool, with one hand, knocking the chicken, I was just about to bite, out of my hand.

"I love you," He kisses me, "I love you," He kisses me again. He carries me to our bedroom.

In the center of the room we have a King-sized bed. The room is fairly large though, so we have a 55-inch TV, two full dressers, and a loveseat also, with plenty of space left over for more if we want.

Tre gently places my body on the bed and begins to pull my silk pajamas off my body. In the middle of fall, my body is heating up like it's summer. I normally feel horny, but this is on a different level. It's like my hormones are going crazy and I cannot wait to feel him inside of me. It must be this baby.

Tre admires my fully nude body. He places a soft kiss on my belly then smiles. I really love this man. He undresses himself. That body I love looks more desirable than ever. He climbs on our bed then spreads my legs apart. While looking me directly in the eyes, he kisses my inner thighs one kiss at a time. His tongue plays duck duck goose then glides down to my center. I feel my body quake. This man knows just how I want it. How I need it. He grips one of my breasts with one hand then slides two fingers into my wetness with the other. From there it's a wrap. His motor tongue is going, what feels like, 80 miles per hour. His fingers thrust in and out of my soaked pussy. My full C-cup breast bounce out of control. My back arches and my entire body trembles. Everything tightens. Tre knows I am at my climax because my pussy's lips tightly trap his two fingers within her walls. I freeze completely, for less than a second. It feels like I am frozen in the air for just one moment. The orgasm snatches me out of my trance and my slim thick frame tumbles back down onto the bed. My body jerks. My legs are kicking. I am trying my hardest to push Tre away from my tender clitoris, but he just won't budge. It feels too good. Way too good. Uncontrollable body spasms take over as I let out, what was supposed to be a moan but comes in the form of, a scream- a plea for help- then everything stops. I can't feel my feet, only tingles, as my toes curl. Fuck. I am weak. Tre looks at me and smiles. His full beard is filled with my juices.

He makes his way up to my face. He kisses me numerous times while I try to regain my energy.

"I..." Kiss, "...love..." Kiss, "...you..." Kiss. He smiles with his impeccably white teeth and lovable gap.

"I love you—" before I can complete my sentence he shoves his eight inches of pleasure in me.

"What did you say baby?" He pauses in me.

I try to speak again but he gives another deep hard stroke.

"I'm sorry beautiful. I just need you to know how much I love this sweet kitty. I am proud to call you the mother of my child."

With that being said all of my juices start flowing all over his rock-solid erection. Who would have known words can make you cum?

Tre strokes in and out of my box rhythmically, driving himself deeper and harder. His hips follow, or should I say guide, each movement. When he is close to reaching his peak, he goes quicker. Finally, he collapses. I can feel his fluids rush through my opening. It feels so good.

Within minutes Tre is passed out on me. I ease my way from underneath his heavy ass and go into the bathroom to clean myself up.

Our bathroom is inside of our room. There is another full bathroom up the hall for guest. I use ours of course. I have my side and Tre has his. I turn on the water in the shower and let the heat of it soothe my now aching body. Water springs off of my caramel skin as I wash up.

By the time I'm out of the shower, Tre is snoring. I finally get some alone time with my food. This is going to be love. I think as I reach the kitchen. I'm wearing light blue jeans that hug my succulent curbs. I have baby-making-hips and no child. My ass is definitely big in comparison to my tiny frame. I mean it's no Nicki Minaj ass, but I can hold a glass. My shirt is light pink, and it exposes my plump 36C breast that sit nicely on my currently flat tummy. I know this baby will pop through this belly in no time.

I toss the food in the microwave for a few minutes then chow down! The collard greens are perfectly seasoned. Where did he get these from! I think to myself.

Twenty minutes fly by and my belly is full. I peak in the room and find Tre hanging up the phone. I grab myself a bottle of water from the kitchen then go back into our bedroom.

"Babe, I have to run." He tells me.

"But you just go here no more than two hours ago," I complain. I am not happy. Though I'm use to him stepping out to handle business, I want to spend more time with the father of my future child.

"I know. I know. I don't want to disappoint you because I know how you get. But I need to make this money now more than ever. We are about to bring a child into this world," He pulls me closer by my waist then continues, "I want to be the King baby. So, my prince or princess does not need anything. I am almost there. Then you will see me so much you may hate the sight of me," he laughs.

"I could never hate this face," I say as I kiss his nose. His skin is so chocolate, dark chocolate to be specific. Smooth as a baby's butt too. I had to pull his face to me to even kiss his because he's taller than me, standing at 5'11. Tall dark and handsome is an understatement. "Okay baby. Come back soon," I peck him on the lips, "I miss you already."

He laces up his shoes after getting dressed. The last thing he does before disappearing out the door is passionately kiss me before telling me he loves me. Yep. It's definitely love.

I am ready to start my day since I have been cooped up in the house all day. I top my outfit with my all pink pumas and hit the streets.

2: The King

Tre

This jawn has been around the streets of Camden but I don't care. I hear she has the best pussy a nigga could ask for. Her name is Maxine Hudson. But everybody calls her Max. I knew her in high school, but she was a geek back then. Boy she glew up. I mean she's not the baddest in the hood, but she holds her own. Now, she is mine. Well at least her pussy is.

I slide my shit into her backside because she likes it like that. You can tell many niggas been back here before, but it's still tight. I pull on her long weave not giving a fuck if I snatch it out. She is moaning something serious. I'm at my boy, Donte, crib. He doesn't care what I do here because I have my own room just for shit like this and we split the bills. I'm pounding my dick in her pussy with no remorse. She starts yelling just how I like to hear her. Her ass is so damn fat too. Max throws it back so well it makes me want to nutt, but I never allow her to make me nutt. I have boundaries. I run shit.

I flip her over and her breasts are stimulating. They house two coffee colored nipples. She has an amazing body, I must admit. Of course, I am wearing a condom because, as I said, she gets around. Heard she has been all over Jersey to be honest.

I hover my body over hers, so I'm positioned perfectly to enter her pussy. One thing I can say is; she keeps her shit tight. I ease my way pass the tightness and she welcomes me in. The sex is amazing. I don't care what anyone says, experienced pussy is the best pussy hands down.

After a few more minutes of fucking my phone rings. It's my main girl Tasha. I reach over and silence it. It rings again. I don't even bother because I am so close to nutting.

"Are you going to get that Tre." Max asks. I want to smack the bitch, but I just grit my teeth.

"Did it look like I was going to get it?" I lift my phone from the nightstand and still miss the call. Yep. It was Tasha. My dick went soft when Max interrupted the sex with her attitude. I pull out and rip the condom off.

"It's you girlfriend ain't it?" She crosses her arms like a child.

"And if it was?" I snap at her. "Max do not act like you don't know the deal. No strings. I have a girl already and you know what this is."

She shakes her head. I know I seem like a dog, but she agreed to this months ago. We have been at it for eight months and she knows about my girl, Tasha. Yet, she feels the need to bring her up almost every time we link up.

"Look, I don't mean to be a dick. I'm just saying we been through this Max. You know I make time for you, but the streets and my girl have my heart." I take her hand in mine and try to make her feel special to me. She isn't, but I love what hides between those long legs of hers.

Max says, "Okay Tre. I'm out. Just hit me when you find some more time for me."

She starts to dress herself and I follow suite. I know Tasha is going to wild out if I don't return her call soon. She can get a little crazy. She is my little ride or die. She is gorgeous\- Definitely wifey material\- thus, I gave her the nickname beauty. I have had this dime piece on my arms for two years. She is amazing. Max just has way better pussy.

A couple of minutes later Max is out the door.

"Ayo Donte!" I yell as I search the house for my best friend of 21 years.

I am 28 and I've known Donte since we were both seven years old. We went to every school together up until high school. I went to the High while he attended some technical school out in the boonies. But regardless, we were boys with no breaks. He knows all my dirt and is always rocking with me.

"Yo bro, you done with that jawn Max?" He asks me.

"Yea. I'm 'bout to be out. Tasha called, and you know how that shit goes." I dap him up.

"Yea. I heard my nigga. Get at me."

"I got you." I head out.

I head to my car and dial Tasha's number.

"Hello, wassup beauty?" I sweet talk her because I know she is mad I didn't answer he calls or call her right back.

"Uh hmm, why didn't you answer my call?" I can sense the attitude.

"I was with Donte babe. You know. Getting this paper for us. You hungry?" I lie to her as usual and change the subject.

"Yea but you still aren't giving me a good reason not to curse your ass out." Tasha can never just drop something. It's always an interrogation. This is why I try my best to never miss her calls. She has been heartbroken so much by all these lame niggas that she doesn't trust me- Not that she should, but it would sure make things a lot easier.

"I'm sorry okay? This shit be taking me from my woman and I should never allow that. Do you forgive me?" I know I have to feed her what she wants to hear, to get her off my back. I also know she loves to eat with her greedy ass. I love that girl, but she is spoiled rotten. She will ride with a nigga, but she doesn't have her own to pull up with a nigga. It's cool though. She something like my trophy wife.

"Bring me some chicken babe, and collard greens if you can find some!" She requests, sounding all fat.

"Okay fat girl," I can't help but to laugh, "I got you. See you soon beautiful."

After hanging up I drive over to my girl, Monica crib. I know she already has some collard greens and chicken whipped up just to my luck. I cop that and head towards me and Tasha crib.

Soon as I get there I shout, "Beautiful, guess what I got!"

She kisses me really quickly, eyeballing the bag of food, but I want more so, after I put the bag down, I scoop her little ass up. I start sucking her face and my shit gets hard. I want to get the nutt I didn't get with Max earlier. Her shit is not nearly as creamy as Max's, but it can definitely compete.

"Babe..." She tries to break free, but I grip her tighter.

"Don't fight me baby. I missed you." I tongue her down again.

"I missed you too babe but I'm hungry!" She breaks free, grabs the food, and switches that fine ass of hers into the kitchen.

"I'm hungry too," I follow her, ready to devour that sweet nectar she calls pussy. Her cat by far is the sweetest I have ever tasted. It's like sugar water. Sweet and clean. I lick my lips at the thought of it. "Can daddy have something to eat too?"

"Speaking of daddy, we need to talk."

"Um, okay. What's up Tasha?" I already know what it's hittin for. I nutted in her a few weeks ago and was hoping her period would show up a few days ago. It didn't.

"So..." She starts stuttering and shit "...I uh...took a test earlier."

She low key is pissing me off with all this beating around the bush bullshit. "And?" I ask her.

"It's positive."

"Wait, back up, what type of test are we talking Tasha?" I know what she is saying but she wants to act all scary. I just want her to spit it out.

"A pregnancy test babe. We are going to be parents!" Yep. I knew it. Now I will have three mouths to feed. Not including Tasha's. I think to myself. Three kids. Well she seems happy.

"You telling me I am going to be a daddy?" I pretend to be excited being that she has no clue about my other kids.

"Yes baby. You are." I lift her off her feet.

I tell her I love her twice and take the opportunity to finish the nutt I have been waiting for all day. I eat her 'til she cums. I have to do gentle sweet stuff with her unlike Max. I tell her I love her in between small kisses to make her feel special then shove my dick in her before she can say it back.

"What did you say baby?" I fuck with her, pushing into her again. "I'm sorry beautiful. I just need you to know how much I love this sweet kitty. I am proud to call you the mother of my child." I lie so she doesn't complain about how rough I'm being. I wish she was Max, so I can give her a true pounding then stick it in her ass. But this will do. I fuck her 'til I cum then take a quick nap.

I wake up to my phone vibrating. It's Donte. Tasha is no longer in the room.

"What up my nigga?" I answer.

"Yo, come out Parkside. We got to make a drop." I bang the phone. We are heavy in the streets of Camden- selling some of everything- or at least our product is. We don't do the footwork. We provide the product for our dealers to sale. When you are high up you barely have to get your hands dirty. Back when me and Donte were youngins, we collected a couple of bodies and a couple of charges. But nonetheless, here we are.

"Babe, I have to run," I tell Tasha, who is now in the room.

"But you just go here no more than two hours ago," She complains.

I tell her some bullshit about making money for our new family to get her out of my hair, get dressed, then walk.

I get in my whip and link up with Donte at the High.

"What it do?" I dap him up when he climbs in my car.

"We bout to go give this shit to them young boys out east. They moved all that weight we gave them last night." He tells me.

"All of it." I'm surprised because it wasn't light work.

"My nigga didn't I tell you I found the best of the best? We out here." Donte grins. He popped a few bullets to knock out a couple of bosses and we took over their territory. With territory comes workers.

"I heard. Shit is sweet. Let's roll," I peel off and we go hop the bridge to east.

Upon arrival we catch this young boy on one of our blocks selling his weed.

I make eye contact with Donte and nothing more needs to be said.

POP! POP! Donte rolls his window back up and I keep driving like we didn't just drop a nigga.

We arrive at our destination. Donte gets out and conducts business. I let him do all of the business transactions because my late pops once said, a true business man, never shows his face. Donte on the other hand wants to be the face of Camden. Every young nigga nightmare. I let him have it. But we both understand that I run the streets.

He finishes and hops back in.

"Yo, you do understand we have to move this money somehow," He opens a book bag full of cash.

"Yea Donte, I realize that. I am working on that with Monica. Give me some more time and I got it. Don't sweat it." I tell him.

"Iight. Make sure you get on that."

I hate when he tries to tell me to make moves. I am the brains behind the whole operation. Donte is really not a street nigga. He got soft when his mom put him in that technical school. Nigga majored in Culinary Arts and swore he was going to be a chef. He was even talking about attending college until I snapped him back to reality. We are from Camden. The only thing popping for us, being black and from the most dangerous city in America, is drug dealing. He is not built to run the game. But he's still my boy.

I pull off to get back to back to Donte's house.

In less than fifteen minutes, we arrive at his place in white boy Fairview. He has a three-bedroom spot with a full basement off Ironside Rd. I helped him get the spot. We used to be roommates until I met Tasha and got a place with her. I kept my room here though, so I can have some space from Tasha when I need it.

We enter the house. "Tasha is pregnant."

"Damn dawg. Seriously?"

I nod. "I'm low key salty."

"I bet you are." He laughs at me. Donte knows I don't want any kids with Tasha. She legit doesn't do shit. Like she does hair to put a couple dollars in her pocket but she's not a hustler with it. She is needy financially and I already have kids to take care of.

"It's not funny man." I punch his arm.

We go into the kitchen. I start fixing a sandwich.

"It is pretty funny my nigga. Nobody told you to be hitting it raw," Donte gets a soda out the fridge.

"Listen. If I kept strapping it up she would have started asking questions. You know how Tasha gets." I explain.

"I know. But at least you wouldn't be complaining about no baby. I don't even understand why you with her to be honest," He says, and pops opens his soda.

I shake my head, "You know Tasha is the baddest jawn you have ever laid eyes on."

"She is fine as hell. But Max is popping too. Wassup with that?"

I almost choke over the sandwich I made. "Bro, Max?" I ask him with a puzzled look.

"Yea the jawn you were fucking with earlier."

"Max has nothing on Tasha but her pussy," I continue eating my sandwich and chuckle to myself.

"So, you're telling me you would rather have eye candy with ok pussy than a bitch with a good head on her shoulders, gives good head, and has a bomb ass pussy?" He looks at me like I've lost my damn mind.

"You damn straight!" I holler. "Fuck all that shit you talking. Tasha a down bitch. You remember how she rocked with me when that nigga Mir was checking for me."

"I guess," He nods, "So for all of that, stop complaining about knocking her ass up and be happy you are going to have some pretty babies if they don't get their looks from your ole ugly ass." Donte bursts out laughing.

I can't stand him sometimes. But I laugh too.

I got some other business to attend to later. But I'm going to chill with Donte and count this money.

"You still going out Glassboro tonight?" Donte inquires.

"Oh nah. I have to go out Cherry Hill later to get this money shit going. Imma hit up the university tomorrow. Why, wassup?" I tell him honestly. I would usually hit up the university right about now, but I have other things on my agenda to do today.

"Nothing. Just seeing what's up."

"Oh, ard. Well let me hit these streets and get on this bag. Imma get at you." I clean up the mess I made in the kitchen then grab the bag of money that he tossed on the floor.

"Say less." Donte nods.

I leave and get started on the list of moves I have to make.

3: The Brains

Monica

Of course, ... I ponder. I had applied for a grant to keep my bakery business afloat. I received a letter in the mail today declaring my application had been denied. I sit on my bed and contemplate.

I have a Master's degree in Business Management and a Bachelor's in Accounting. How did I end up here? I opened my bakery immediately following undergraduate school. It started as a small place with just a few dependable customers, but after a year it matured into a well-established place of business. I took the time out to attend graduate school and things really became successful. Four years of business and now I need a little more assistance. I have to hire more employees but cannot afford to pay them. The customers are definitely there. But I lose business because there are just too many orders and not enough people to service the needy customers. I finally admit, I need help.

My fiancé has made me a few offers but I'm not sure if I want to go his route. It would jeopardize all that I have worked hard for on the one hand. On the other hand, all that I have worked for is already on the verge of falling apart as is. Apart of me is like, what do I have to lose...

I hear Jordan is up from her nap. I wipe my eyes to rid the tears that had formed while I was lost in my thoughts.

"Mommy, I'm hungry," Jordan says, entering my room.

"Okay baby, where is your brother?" I ask her.

"He is in his room," She replies.

I half-heartedly pull myself out of bed. I go get Jacob and go into the kitchen to start making my babies some lunch.

Jordan is four years old. Jacob is two. These little people are my heart. My fiancé and I had Jordan right after we met, when I opened my bakery. I stare at my two creations in awe while I reminisce the day I met my fiancé.

"Mariah, make sure you pull the cake out of the oven in five minutes," I reminded my employee.

"Ok I got it," She yelled back from the kitchen.

"Hi, how can I help you today?" I asked the gentleman in front of me.

"Monica? Monica Centle. It's been so long! I heard about this place, but I had no idea you were the face behind it." A familiar voice said.

"Donte? Is that you?" I asked recognizing an old friend from technical school. We both attended high school together. Although I was in Baking while he was in Culinary Arts, we saw each other all the time because we shared a few classes and we definitely shared the same kitchen.

"Yes. How have you been?" He asked approving of how well I blossomed, with his eyes.

"Well, how about yourself?" I responded.

I could see his friend staring at me without compunction.

"The same. I'm doing pretty good," Donte smiled.

"Hello Ms. Centle, my name is Tre Denver. I am very pleased to meet a beautiful gifted woman like yourself," Donte's friend grabbed my hand and kissed it. Cliché but I liked it.

I respect a man of candor. "...you as well, Mr. Denver." I beamed. I was so enthralled by him that I didn't notice the line that had formed behind them.

"Listen, I just want to taste your sweet nectar pie," He released my hand, "I understand that I may become addicted but that is a risk I am willing to take," Tre licked his large scrumptious lips.

Immediately I was mentally swept off of my feet. I tried to figure out if this man was referring to my pie or MY PIE!

"The pecan pie love." It's like he read my mind, as he pointed to the menu on the wall behind me.

"Of course," I blushed, "What can I get you Donte?"

"I will have a slice of that red velvet cake," He spotted the cake on the counter.

I quickly placed the orders and got them their desserts.

Tre offered to pay and even tipped me with a $100 bill, attaching a note to it. By the time I looked up they were already walking out of the bakery.

The note read: When you are ready for me to taste that pie.

I felt the cream fill my laced panties. Never, in my 23 years of living, had I had a man get me wet without having placed a finger on me. I had to have him.

"Mommy! Jacob hit me!" Jordan snaps me out of my daze.

"Jacob stop it!" I bellow.

"No," He yells back.

That boy only knows how to say no. He is bad. It could be because his father, Tre, isn't as actively in his life as I would like him to be. He sells drugs for a living, unfortunately, so he is constantly in the streets. He does come home though, and he does spoil me the same way he did over four years ago when I used the number he left at my bakery that day. He is the only man that knows how to satisfy my body in every way that it needs.

"Jacob, would you like to go back to bed?" I ask my son.

"No..." he lowers his head.

"Okay, so apologize to your sister."

"Sowwy," He says in an irritated tone.

I stare at him. How can a toddler have such an attitude? He is two. I chuckle. Kids amuse me. They haven't even begun to comprehend the level of disappointment life has to offer them yet, like what is happening with my bakery.

I named it TLC: Tender Love and Cakes., but as of right now it is starting to feel more like Time Lost and Calumny. Tre has made me an offer, a few times, to help us "both" out but I've turned it down each time, but like I've said; it's starting to sound more and more appealing with each denial letter I receive.

"Daddy!" Jordan and Jacob say in unison as they take flight into the living room to greet their father.

I follow them to, welcome home, my soon to be husband.

"Hey little people! Daddy missed you." He kisses them both on the forehead. "And I missed you as well." He kisses my lips.

I love those lips. I never get tired of them, even after all of these years.

"How were the collard greens and chicken baby?" I inquire. He came by to pick up a plate earlier. He said he was hungry, so I made him a plate of food from dinner last night.

"You already know the answer to that. You throw down in the kitchen baby. One reason my heart belongs to you. You know they say the quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach?" He looks me up and down, "You fed me your pie all them years ago and I have been addicted ever since!" he barks like a dog.

I can't help but to laugh. I love how silly Tre is. He starts chasing me like a dog and his little puppies follow.

"Baby stop!" I yell laughing so hard as I go tumbling down onto our beige carpeted floor.

He and our kids pounce on me then start to lick my face.

"Get off of me Tre!" I hit him, still laughing. "You play so much!" I wiggle my full-figured body away from him.

"Where do you think you are going? Get her!" He roars.

Jacob and Jordan are enjoying themselves way too much. I love days like this. When my fiancé is home and joy fills my house. If I could have him here all day, I would be so happy. He just has his own "business" to handle, as do I. Adulting can suck sometimes.

After playing around for a few more minutes I finally get off the ground and set the kids up to watch their usual television programs in the living room.

"Tre let's talk."

Tre trails behind me to our bedroom.

I shut and lock the door. "I need you. You are not here enough for me. I'm stressed out and sometimes I would like to vent to my man, baby," I stress.

"I know my queen. I know. Listen to me," He kisses my forehead, "I am making arrangements to be positioned at your side daily if you let me."

"I told you I don't want to go that route."

"Listen to what I propose baby." He pulls off a book bag I hadn't realized he's been wearing since he came in. He opened it and presented a massive amount of money.

"What is that?"

"What you could earn. I need a legit place for revenue to come from. You need employees. I have workers baby," He throws the bag on the floor and palms my face with his hands. "All I'm suggesting is that we team up. I source my men with and job for their W2s and keep them off the streets. You are given free employees because I will have them compensated for their time spent at the bakery."

"I know I need help but what if the money doesn't add up. Or what if the state comes in," I become worried.

"What if, baby these are all hypotheticals. Just think about it. My business will bring in more customers for yours as well. I just need you to agree," He clarifies.

"Tre, I hear you, but you want me to also put your name on my business. I don't know if I am ready for that," I remind him how he had asked to be the co-owner of TLC Bakery. He said that he needed to make his income legit. I worked hard to get where I am. I did it all on my own also. I used money from my college refund checks to get things going and I slaved to get where I am today. I don't know if I want to share that.

"I am not trying to take anything away from you baby. I would never do that. I want both of us to grow and continue to magnify. In the four, almost five, years we have been together, I have never suggested this. But I know your need the help. I see how stressed you are baby. Don't think that because I am not here all day, I haven't been paying attention. Like, I noticed the letter from another grant facility over there," He points to our bed where I wiped my tears and threw the letter earlier.

"I just don't know Tre," I back away from him.

"Monica. We will be wedded soon. We share the same bed, children, and home. You will be my wife soon. You have nothing to lose," He reassures me.

"I will think about it baby."

"I know you will. Oh, and all that talk about what if the numbers don't add up, you are the most able woman—person I know. Your brains are right there beside your pie on my list of reasons I am marrying you," He voices.

Tre always refers to me as the brains of his operation. I have no idea what that means but I assume it's because he always comes to me for advice. "Okay Tre. Let me think it over."

"Let me help ease your mind before you fill it back up with all the hardships of being black, beautiful and educated," He kisses me.

I wrap my arms around his neck. He is 5'11 so he towers over my 5'5 body, but I can still reach him. He brings his face close to mine and I take in his lips. I kiss him passionately. I love Tre with all of my heart. I just hate the feeling that I don't have him all to myself. Nonetheless, I am here unless something tells me otherwise.

He lifts me off the floor and I wrap my legs around him. I am no small woman. I weigh about 210 lbs. and have curves in all the right places and some of the wrong. Somehow Tre still manages to lift me off of my feet as if I am as light as a feather. He carries me into the bathroom and turns on the shower, still balancing me with one hand.

I continue to fervently kiss him. He gently eases me back onto my feet. Piece by piece he removes my attire. Nude, I stand before him confident of my structure. In one swift motion he scoops my right breast into his hands and begins to suck on my erect nipples. Goosebumps race across my body birthing on the back of my neck.

"Get in," He guides me into the perfectly hot shower.

I step into the water and watch him get undressed. The six pack abs he has are immersed in melanin and his skin is impeccably smooth. He is debonair and suave just as I love my men to be. Granted, he is rough around the edges with scars and wounds, but I am attracted to the crude look of him as well.

He gets into the shower with me and caresses every inch of my body with his large hands. I want to melt. I bite my bottom lip and throw my head back giving him full access to my aching breast. He licks them ferociously causing my legs to shake. He turns, grabs one of my legs and wraps it around his backside. I balance myself on the wall. He gradually eases his firm penis inside of me. A moan escapes my lips. Each time with Tre feels like the first time. He enters and exits me with long steered motions. I claw at his wet skin and he twitches then smiles. He knows with each scratch he endures I am rising to my peak. He speeds up. I grab his tight butt and force him deeper. Minutes turn into an hour and before I know it I am begging him to stop. He gathers every part of me that begins to fall and keeps me upright. His culmination follows mine. We both are panting, trying to catch our breaths. Satisfied is surely an understatement.

"Did I make you feel better?" He whispers in my ear.

"More than you know," I reply.

Tre washes his body hastily and tells me to take my time. He assures me that he is mine for the rest of the night.

"I will be in the living room with the kids. I think their show went off," He places one last kiss on my lips, before disappearing into our bedroom and shutting the door behind him.

As he advised I take my time in the shower. I have a lot to think about. First of all, this marriage thing, Tre proposed to me two years ago and we have not set a date yet. He actually seems to be here less and less since the engagement. Second, do I really want to share my business with him being that he is asking to bring drugs into the matter? Finally, if I say no, what's next?

I sit in the shower until my skin is wrinkled. My thoughts are all over the place. I am not where I want to be in life and I am three years shy of thirty. I really need to get things back on track.

My mother abandoned me when I was only an infant and my father was never around. I was juggled from one foster home to another, being abused and broken the entire way. By the time I was 15 years old I finally was placed in a decent home in Camden- Not the best neighborhood, but the family was nice. They sent me to a really nice technical school, outside of the rough city. There I met plenty of people of all races and backgrounds and was able to see that life is more than just a series of unfortunate events. I was happy. Then, just after my 18th birthday, someone shot both of my new parents. They were pronounced DOA by the time they'd reached the hospital. I finished school and went off to college because I had no place else to stay. I was left enough money to get me through my first two years of school. I received a number of scholarships that covered the rest of the years because I kept a steady 4.0 GPA.

I promised myself I would never depend on anyone again, because as the past has shown me, you cannot rely on anyone but yourself. Though I have undergone a lot of difficulties growing up, I am successful. I refuse to let all that I have worked for, be snatched away from me. The question is: how to keep things going? I hate the unknown. I have to figure this out and figure it out soon.

I take the towel off the rack on the wall and wrap it around me before stepping out onto the red bathroom rug that is complimenting the red, brown, and white décor of the room. I dry myself and stare into the mirror. My hair is all natural since I did the "big chop" a few years ago. I dabbed the towel over the drops of water that were absorbed by my hair. I appreciate the face I was given. I may not be petite, but I am very stunning. I'm not cocky, I have just learned to love myself in every way, shape, and form. I remind myself that I have been through trials and tribulations before. In my bedroom I dress in a striking rosy floor length dress. I have to get dressed up when I am overwhelmed, to have some sort of order in my life.

"Tre? You said you are staying home for the rest of the day, right?"

"Yes baby, and may I say damn," He intakes my ensemble and is breathless.

"No, you may not. Watch your mouth in front of the kids," I pop him in his mouth when I reach him.

"Oooow daddy said a bad word," Jordan teases.

"Doesn't mommy look amazing?"

"Yes!" Both Jordan and Jacob say excitedly.

"Thank you, my beautiful family," I blow them all kisses. "I am going over to my bakery to check in and then I will be home to start dinner."

"Okay my lovely fiancé. Be careful," Tre says then looks at his cell phone.

"Be back soon," I say and leave.

Inside my green 2009 Lexus rx 350, I call Mariah, my store manager.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Hey Mariah, how are things over at TLC?"

"If I'm being honest, we need extra hands. The money is coming, but I'm not sure if we have enough hands to collect it. We had more walkouts today," Mariah states.

"Okay Mariah, I will be there shortly," I end the call and head to my bakery.

I definitely have a lot to think about, but little time to make a decision. I just want to make sure I make the right move. This bakery is like my baby and I do not want to put it in any harm. Today will be a long day.

4: The Heart

Amber

So, I'm sitting in a classroom listening to my professor. Honestly, I don't even know why I'm in school because I low-key hate it. But I sit here anyways. I want to have a great career. I'm only 21 years old but I want to be able to get my Masters by the time I am 25. I am a senior in college right now, majoring in psychology. I fucks with m university and all, but I'm so over it.

I get a text message from my boyfriend, Tre: Hey what are you doing today? I know I canceled yesterday so I want to make it up to you today.

I immediately text him back:

I'm almost done class you can come whenever you want to. This is my last class of the day.

I see the professor is clocking me, so I put my phone down and wait for class to be over. After class ends I go to my dorm room. I dorm with my roommate and friend, Deon.

"Hey girl how was class." She questions.

"It was cool girl. I could not wait to get up outta of there." I get excited.

"Why what happened?"

"My baby may be coming over!" I ooze.

"Oh my gosh, here we go with this again," She rolls her eyes. My roommate does not like my boyfriend, like at all. We have only been dating for two months now. But I really like him and that should be all that matters. But of course, Deon is suspicious of him. She has always been my girl since we became roommates freshman year. But she be in the way sometimes.

"Why do you always have to be like that Deon? Like honestly, it's getting pretty annoying," I tell her.

"Listen I'm really just trying to be a good friend to you and let you know that that nigga is a dog," She throws her hands in the air.

I shake my head. She's always tryna get to me. Sometimes I want to be honest and let her know she is just a hater because she stay single but refrain myself.

"Can you do something for me? Like let me rock. Tre pretty much spoils me. I cannot understand why you don't just let me be happy," I try to explain to her.

"I'm just trying to be your friend. You told me to always keep it real with you and that's exactly what I'm doing. Now all of a sudden, you wanna act different because this boy is here. I don't even like him coming over but deal with it because of you." She tells me, and it makes me upset.

"I don't care what you like and what you don't like Deon! All I'm asking is for you to just let me have this moment with him that's it. Like damn. He already canceled yesterday and now he wants to make up for it. You and I both know he prolly gonna give me some money and I promise I'll take you shopping later." I can see her trying not to smile. This girl loves to shop that's for sure.

My phone vibrates. I check it. Of course, it's Tre again. He tells me that he will definitely be by later.

"OMG girl he is definitely coming, so you know I have to find something cute to wear!" I always feel like I gotta look nice when it comes down Tre fine ass coming over, since he is much older than me. He usually only comes over on the weekend but it's Monday and he says he's coming over so of course I'm too excited.

I go through my little closet in search for something sexy to wear. I pull out hella clothes and start trying them on.

"What about this?" I show Deon this bomb ass pink and black backless dress that barely covers my goodies.

"Girl that's too sexy! Y'all ain't going nowhere. You know he don't take you nowhere besides the damn café," She laughs.

"Chill," I put my hand up in her face and try on the next outfit. "What about this one?"

"Eh, looks like some shit you wear every day for real for real," She shrugs.

She was right. I was in jeans and a university t-shirt. I search some more and move on to the next outfit.

"I fuck with that!" She yells clapping her hands.

"Seriously?"

"Deadass girl. He gonna take yo ass once he sees that shit," She assures me. I love my girl. She is a little hood and a little classy. She resides in the Bronx when she isn't on campus. She is your average timbs and a t-shirt type of New Yorker, but her body is slamming. The girl little- 4'11 to be exact, but her hands are lethal. Definitely a great piece to have on ya team. She has some long hair too. It's currently green and reaches the middle of her back. I was surprised when she said she wasn't mixed and is completely black.

See now, I'm the complete opposite. I rock a short look with blonde highlights. I'm not skinny or thick. I sit somewhere in the middle, just average. But my booty is delicious. The outfit I am wearing has my ass on display. My breast are small B-cups, but I love them because I can go braless and show off my nipple rings.

I am wearing a black and white long sleeves sweater crop top with a high waist pencil skirt that falls just above my knees. I throw on some all black stilettos and a white chain purse.

About 30 minutes later Tre arrives. I run downstairs to hurry and meet him. I let him into the dorm building and we make it back to my room. By the time I arrive, Deon is already gone. She knows that me and him need alone time because it may get on and popping.

"Hey baby girl you are looking so fine, as always," Tre checks out my body and outfit.

"Thank you sugar, I'm so glad that you came to visit. I was sad yesterday," I pout.

"Of course, you knew I would make it up to you. I had so much shit to do yesterday that I couldn't make it."

"I understand babe," I say, "I'm just glad you're here now."

He kisses me on my lips and my toes begin to curl. I know I'm a young girl and I only lost my virginity at 18 years old, so I'm not that experienced, but I do know this man is well experienced.

"So, what are we going to do today?" I wrap my arms around his neck.

He grabs my hips, "Well I pretty much just planned to stay in and treat you nice. I have something for you," Tre pulls out a jewelry box from his fly ass jacket.

I start to jump up and down with joy, "OMG what is it!"

"Open it silly," He chuckles.

I do as he says and open the box. Inside there are diamond earrings! I swear, every time this man comes, he spoils me. Of course, I'm overly excited so I drop the box after I hastily take out the earrings and try them on. I look in the mirror and they are to die for!

"Babe, how much did this cost?!" I ask him, smiling from ear to ear.

"Don't even worry about it baby girl, just know I got you," He kisses my nose. "So, what do you want to eat?" He asks me.

Of course, I'm starving so I request we order some Chinese food from a place up the block.

"Do you want to watch Netflix?" I ask him.

"Yes. Put on whatever you want to."

I mean I heard about Netflix and chill but, that's the goal! This man done up and bought me some diamond earrings.

"Oh, and here baby girl. I also got this for you," Tre hands me a stack of hundred-dollar bills.

My eyes widen, "How much is this!"

"Enough to satisfy your every need," He smiles, presenting his sexy ass gap and those banging ass dimples.

"Where did you get all this money from to just give me like this?"

"Don't ask any questions. You are way too inquisitive shawty. Just relax, say thank you and let's watch this movie," He says to me.

I'm really curious as to what exactly Tre does for a living, being that he's never told me. Like what exactly does he do to have this much cash to just give away. Nonetheless I don't say anything. I shut my mouth and I go ahead and pick out a movie because I'm not gonna say no to money. But I do have my suspicions.

Of course, we watched a movie, something random. It's a Christmas thing and it's really corny but Tre sits through it with me, so I guess it's cool. The movie is close to the end, when of course his ass wants to have sex and I'm all for it. Shit gets cracking and when I say I came about nine times I am not joking. Like where this nigga get all of this energy from? He is fucking amazing.

After he falls asleep I want to go and check his phone but of course it has a lock on it. I just want to see what he does for a living. I see somebody named Donte texted him four times since he been here. The last message is asking if he was in Glassboro, so I know he's talking about me. But it's still not giving me enough information to answer my question, and I don't know his password. He got an iPhone so if I try too many times it's going to lock me out and he may catch me. He's sensitive to my touch so I can't even use his thumb to unlock it. So, I just decide to mind my business.

Tre rolls over in his sleep and wraps his arms around me. Shit I'm stuck, I think to myself. I give up and just go to sleep. I'll figure it out later.

When I wake up Tre is already getting dressed.

"Are you about to leave baby." I ask him with puppy dog eyes.

"No, of course I'm not about to leave, I just got here. We have to get something to eat so put on that fly ass outfit that you had on earlier and let's go down to your cafe."

I do as I'm told and get dressed. He is eyeballing me the entire time and I know he's ready for another round, but I really am hungry. Then I realize we ordered Chinese food about 30 minutes ago when a knock at the door happens. Right on time it's the Chinese food. We get to stay in! Yes!

I get to get undressed again and cuddle with my man and eat while I'm naked. Right after I grab the food and pay with the money I just received from Tre, Deon walks in.

"Is it safe?" She asks looking at the two of us.

Tre says, "Hey Deon, how are you?"

She rolls her eyes as always, "I'm cool what's up with you?"

"Ain't shit, just spoiled your best friend here" Tre responds, "Do you want some of this food we bought to dog down on?"

"Nah, I'm good. Y'all enjoy that," She says and then grab something from inside of her drawer. "I'm out I will see you later Amber OK?" I do not understand why this bitch has to be so rude to Tre every time he comes around but it's whatever.

"Okay girl, imma text you," I promise.

After Deon leaves, I climb back on the bed with Tre and start eating the wings I ordered. "I love their wings," I say.

Tre responds, "Yes these jawns are pretty lit."

As we eat, we talk and laugh about a bunch of shit. Tre informs me that he has two children already. I don't exactly know how I feel about that, but I don't complain because he's a grown ass man. What more could I expect? I ask him if he is still with his kids' mother.

"No. Why would I still be with her when I'm with you?"

"You never know," I tell him, "Some niggas is dogs."

He sticks his tongue out and starts panting, "Do I look like a dog to you?"

I burst out laughing. This man is so damn goofy. "Stop!" I slap his cheek.

"I'm just saying, because you trying to make me out to be some animal out in these streets," He laughs too.

"Whatever, "I laugh again, "you the one that wanna be so secretive about your life.

"Didn't I just tell you that I have two kids and what not? That's not being secretive," He looks me directly in my eyes.

This man is finer than fine. I swear I can lick him up and down, from head to toe. "Well, I guess you're right."

"There is no guessing I'm always right!" He smiles really big, showing that gap again.

"Well if you always so right, do you want to do my homework?" I point to the text books on my desk.

"Oh, hell nahs! I'm wrong as hell for being right when it comes to book work," He grabs his chest as if his heart is hurting.

I laugh so hard that my stomach starts to hurt, "You are a fool!"

"Listen, I'm just trying to be real, I can help you get an F for Fine as hell! If you are with it then I'm with it," He laughs.

I shake my head then slap my forehead, "You are really something else. You do understand that right?"

"That is honestly the goal! I try to be different, you feel me? That's a big part of the reason why you with me now," He smirks.

"I suppose," I wink.

"Suppose my ass. When you seen a nigga walk through your campus dressed fly as fuck not paying you no mind, you almost nutted yourself," He points to my pussy.

I slap his hand away, "You wish!"

I remember seeing Tre a couple of months ago, on my campus looking sweeter than honey. I might have needed a panty change after he approached me. He had a smooth voice and his eyes stripped me naked right in the middle of the campus. They sexed me. So yes, Tre is different!

We continue to talk about random meaningless topics. It's nothing but laughs when I am with Tre. In the back of my mind I am still curious about the money, but I don't bring it back up. It can wait. I will figure it out sooner or later.

5: The Nympho

Max

The nerve of this nigga. I cannot believe I really be fucking this dude. I'm out here giving my pussy left and right and he's too busy stuck on a bitch that's not even really his. But it's all good because I've got something to fix that. See, I have every intent on taking over everything he thinks he has. Tre has no right to treat females however he wants.

Then he calls his boy, Donte his best friend—his boy? He talks too much shit about him for my liking. Tre cannot be trusted. But again; it's all cool. I have something for him.

Yesterday, he spent the morning with me and then rushed off to go see his girlfriend. I don't feel like he should be cheating on her but, I'm the type of female that feels, if your man is going to cheat, he's going to do it with or without me. Though I really do like Tre, I'm no fool. He talks to me like I'm some type of dog—some type of animal—and I really don't appreciate it because I'm smarter than he thinks I am.

I chill in my apartment and start to think of what I can do to flip this niggas life upside down. I get a notebook from the drawer of my nightstand and grab a pen. I begin to write down everything that I intend to do.

First things first, I have to find his girlfriend. I already know her name is Tasha. Once I hip her to what's going on, shit will change. He thinks that his home is happy, but wait 'til I show him what a homewrecker is. I have no intent on fighting his girlfriend even though I can put my paws on a bitch. I don't even think she knows about me. Tre says he tells me everything because I'm "trustworthy" and "different from other females." Yet, somehow, I'm not wife material. Fuck all that. I'm going to go ahead and handle what I need to handle.

My main goal with Tre is to take over the drug kingdom as his queen. I know all about his dealings and his movements and if he doesn't want me to be a part of them as his girl then I'm just going to have to take it from him.

After I finish writing all of my thoughts into my journal I place it back in my drawer. I live alone so I don't have to worry about anyone coming into my stuff reading my business. I'm not that type of bitch that writes in a diary every day, but I do write down plans and movements that I need to make: goal setting type of shit.

I head out of my room and go into the kitchen. I reach in the kitchen drawer to get some pamphlets. I have to figure out what I'm gonna do about this baby. I can't believe my dumb ass got knocked up by this nigga. He doesn't even know yet but I'm definitely going to get rid of this shit now before it causes problems later.

I find the pamphlets to the nearest abortion clinic from, the last time I had to go there, a year back. I have only had two abortions so far and this will be my third and hopefully my last. I get the number and address before grabbing my jacket and heading out. I get in my car and take a deep breath. I honestly hate getting abortions because nobody tells you how painful they really can be. It's like worse than having a period to be honest. The cramps are insane after the fact then you gotta live with the fact that you just killed somebody's baby—your baby. But I don't give a fuck right now because I don't want this baby with that snake to begin with. I don't know who he thinks he be talking to when he says the bullshit that he says to me.

I make a left at the light then park in the clinics parking lot. I grab my keys, phone, and my purse then go inside the building.

A beautiful receptionist greets me with a nice smile, "Hi, is there anything I can help you with today"

"Yes, I'm here to get an abortion," I say. I look around and I see a couple of people in the waiting room, but nobody's opinion phases me. You're probably here for the same reason, I think to myself.

"Okay ma'am, I'm going to give you some information, and you can read over this while I set you up. I just need you to sign here," She slides a clipboard, with a sign-in sheet, towards me.

I sign my name, then fill in the rest of my information on the form. I take the other papers to my seat and read over them. I already know what this is hitting for because I've been through this process twice already.

I see there are a couple of other moms crying and tearing up, trying to figure out if they're making the right decision. But I feel like, if you're here, you know why you're here, there's no questions...no wondering...just do what you have to do and take your ass home. But of course, they just can't handle their responsibilities, not even the responsibility of getting rid of the kid they know damn well they can't take care of. See, I'm well-off. I have my own apartment and I have my own money that I've been saving since I was a little girl, so I currently don't even have to work if I don't want to. I've saved enough money and fucked enough niggas to collect some of their change too, so I have a pretty penny saved up. But I would rather take charge of the streets and always have that income flowing to me with no kid in my way. That's my end goal, so I've sucked and fucked my way to find out who the real king pen is in this hood. That's how I landed Tre. I'm not satisfied though. This man has his head so far up his ass, he can see his spinal cord. After I get rid of this baby, I'm going to get rid of him. Period, point, blank.

"Maxine Hudson?" I hear one of the doctors call my name. I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't even realized the other women around me had already been called back.

"Yes?" I respond as I walk in her direction. She asks me to follow her. I do. She takes me to a room in the back and explains the procedure to me. Being that I'm only a few weeks pregnant, it's a simple process.

She goes through all that bullshit about the precautions, the side effects, and the warnings, then questions me a million times to see if I'm sure this is what I want to do. After the interrogation I have to watch this dumb ass video again about what's going to happen. I don't know if they do this shit to make you not want an abortion anymore or what but... She lets me know that with too many of these abortions I may not be able to have any more kids.

I tell her, "That's fine because honestly I don't want any kids."

She tilts her head and eyeballs me as if I just said something that made her lose her appetite, "Okay Ms. Hudson there are many other forms of birth control. An abortion is not a go to birth control."

I don't know what it is about women feeling as though they cannot be complete without a child. I'm perfectly fine with the way my life is right now. I need to stop playing and get on birth control, but I don't like the side effects unfortunately.

What's ironic about this whole ordeal is Tre doesn't even remember that he didn't use a condom. He was so drunk one night, he came to my apartment trying to fuck. I even suggested for him to, "Get the condom!"

But he'd said, "Nah, I want that shit raw."

I have no idea what I was thinking but I guess a part of me thought that I could trap him. Fuck all that.

"Do you agree with that?" The doctor asks, taking me out of my zone.

"Yes," I say having no idea what she just said to me but I'm sure she asked if I'm ready for this for the millionth time.

"Okay, so what we're going to do, is get you set up. I need you to get undressed and put this on," She hands me one of those hospital gowns. "Make sure it's tied in the back."

I take it from her and nod my head, hoping she hurries up and leave. She does. I take off all of my clothes and put the gown on. I climb onto the table, like I know she's going to come in and tell me to do, preparing myself for this dumbass procedure.

Once again, I lose myself in my thoughts. I wonder how I'm going to contact Tasha. I don't even know the girl's last name. Tre is really smart he doesn't tell me stuff like that, probably because he doesn't want me to find her and blow his whole game. But the thing about me is; I will not be played. I have determination. I get it from my mother.

When I do find the girl, how will I know that she's not just going to cry like a little bitch? I need this girl to be TTG—trained to go—for the shit I'm trying to do. Granted, I have been fucking her man but to be fair I did not know at first. I don't give a fuck. I want pay back and I hope she feels the same. He does not deserve two women.

After a short while, the nurse comes back in. The procedure doesn't take too long. Once the procedure is done she gives me some more pamphlets, tells me more information about the procedure, gives me information on how to care for my body after an abortion, and numbers, in case I get depressed and all that other bullshit. I take it and bounce.

I heard there was someone else stepping into this drug dealing game. I plan to roam the streets and find out exactly who is a part of that. Honestly, I don't even think Tre knows yet. So, if I can get my hands on the niggas in control of that side of the hood, I may have something for myself going. What people don't know about me is I'm actually college educated, numbers is my game. I was a math major and received my bachelor's degree. I play with trigonometry the way kids play tic-tac-toe. So, I know that I can really run shit. This wasn't always my goal but, after a bunch of ain't shit niggas and fake ass bitches, I've come to realize that I am a strong ass bitch. I belong in these streets. Matter of fact; I belong on top of these streets, running shit. I call up my girl.

"Hello?"

"Yeah what's up?" Taleah asks me.

"Ain't shit, 'bout to head downtown to ask a couple questions to some niggas that I know is flippin' for the other team."

"Speaking of, another body surfaced today," She informs me.

"Oh word? Speak."

"The lil nigga Rich from downtown. Heard he got a delivery yesterday that instructed him to move 10 kilos of dope by morning and drop the money in the mailbox of Haddon. The nigga moved that shit quick but ain't return the cut to the sender and his body was found under the bridge," Taleah explains.

I'm shocked. Whoever this new cat is, he gets down and dirty. I ask her, "You for real?"

"Bitch yes!"

"Damn," I pause.

"There's more though."

"More?" I rub my head.

"Yes girl. Apparently, there was a note on his body that said, 'follow directions or follow him to hell.' I was like oh shit this motherfucker is playing no games."

I've known my girl Taleah since grade school. She the true eyes and ears around here. She knows all but speaks of nothing. Well, besides to me that is. She is a major key. If I get my hands on this thrown, she rolling with me. Only problem now is, I have to get rid of Tre and figure out who this new guy is. He is a little scary, and I don't scare easily at all. I have fucked with the worst of them, but this guy...who the fuck is he?

The mystery may be what adds to his fear factor. How can this man appear out of thin air and drop 13 bodies in five days without a trace? Shit is insane.

"Taleah, you got any idea who this nigga is?"

"None. I been trying to figure it out. Only niggas I know that move like that are Tre and Donte. But even they aren't that lethal. I know shit is going to hit the fan when they find out," She says in an almost amused voice.

"What are you thinking?"

She replies, "That when the war starts. It's the perfect opportunity for you to pop out."

I start to think. She has a point. Fuck a nigga. I can take this shit on my own while these niggas kill themselves.

"Yo, this is why I fucks with you bitch!" I shout into the mouthpiece of my phone.

I can hear her patting herself on the back, "I know, I know. You drop the package?"

"Yep just finished getting rid of it before I called you. Now it's time to make power moves," I say about the abortion.  
"Say less. Hit me later."

"Wait!" I don't know why I didn't think of it before, "I need a favor."  
"What's up?"

"I need you to find that bitch Tasha for me." I know Taleah can do it.

"Tre girl?" She asks.

"Yea, her," I reply.

"I got you girl. I will have that info to you by the end of the night. You know I live for this shit. If push comes to shove I will shoot a discreet text to my sister," She promises me.

"Bet. Just hit my jack."

"Bet," She hangs up.

I have to keep shit sweet with Tre in case he slips and gives me some information I need about Tasha or this new King in town. Fake bitch, activated.
6: The Best Friend

Donte

"Donte, you sure you want to do this?" This nigga asks me.

"Yeah, I know exactly what I want," I let him know.

"Ard, say no more, man," He walks out of the warehouse.

I'm in here, alone now. I look around and realize how much I have accomplished. Am I really willing to risk it all to get it all?

I realized a while back that Tre doesn't actually respect me. We've been boys since we were little but, he thinks I'm still a child. I am a grown ass man. He is no older than me, hell we're actually the same age. But for some odd reason he feels as though everything that we've worked hard for belongs solely to him. I feel like I have to go out and get my own.

I'm the face of the whole project, but somehow Tre is the man behind the curtain. It doesn't fucking sit right with me. I plan to do what I have to do.

I walk to my car. I've got a nice little silver Camaro convertible.

I dial Tre's number.

"Yo, what's up my man?"

"Ain't shit, where you at? I've been trying to hit you all day," I respond back nonchalant.

"Oh, I'm out Glassboro with ole girl."

"Yeah, I figured as much," I say back, guessing he with Amber. "Well let me know when you swinging back out this way."

"Ard, I got you my nigga," We disconnect the call.

To be quite frank I don't like the way he treats the women he has. My mother taught me to love and adore women, so I don't walk around with multiple hoes.

The fact that I was feeling Monica and he snatched her from me in the bakery a few years back, really bothers me. I told him before we even got there how I was feeling about her. I knew she worked there and I wanted to see what was up. I seen her a couple times in the store but she ain't notice. She was beautiful. Now Tre got two kids with her and he a dog. She doesn't even know better.

It's like this dude has multiple personalities. He acts different with everyone he with. I must say I do admire the fact that he's been balancing four women for years because that shit takes to true talent. But at the end of the day it still ain't right.

This one girl he got, Tasha, she is the bomb—she is gorgeous. She isn't as successful as Monica, but all the same; she doesn't deserve to be dogged down by my boy. From what I've heard she's a little crazy with a soft spot for her men. And then there's Max. Honestly, he may think Max is a hoe but Max may low-key be one of the smartest jawns I've ever fucking seen. Plus, she a down ass bitch. But that's none of my business.

I ride out to Parkside to see what's happening there. Spotting my mans from back in the day, I pull over.

"Yo, what's up!" I say getting out of my car.

"Donte what's good? I heard you be in the streets doing the shit," He daps me up.

"You know, you know, something like that."

"Well I'm trying to get in the game. You got me?" He claps his hands together.

"What you mean you tryna get in the game?" I question with a confused look on my face. I know this boy, Lonnie, from high school. He was the bomb in the kitchen, so I don't know what happen because I swore he was going somewhere like J & W. I was thinking like, he was going to be the next Chef Boyardee's or something.

"I'm just saying, like you know, it's hard out here. I'm tryna come up because this working at Walmart is not working for me," He explains.

I ask him, "How did you end up working at Walmart my nigga? You used to be that boy when it came to cook and shit. What happened?"

"Well, my mom's got sick. I had to stay home. I never got to go to school with that scholarship I got. I pretty much just been here taking care of my mom dukes, you feel me? I gotta do what I gotta do."

I feel bad for the boy, so I let him know, "I feel you, I've gotta think things over, you got me?"

"Yes, I got you."

"But understand that I'm not going to have you out in these streets pushing weight. Me and my boys is actually trying to make a move, so I'll probably have you in the kitchen doing my work at the same time. I'll let him know." I let him in on what me and Tre trying to make happen.

"Yo you got it like that my nigga?" He's smiling hard as fuck.

I start making my way back to my Camaro, "Just let me get some shit together and I've got you."

"Say no more my dude, it's legit," He slapped my hand to shake it tight, letting me know he's excited.

I definitely need to go ahead and talk to Tre crazy ass. He's been in Glassboro with this girl all day. But it's whatever, I'm going to keep making moves. I get back in my whip and zoom to my crib.

When I get there, I see Max sitting outside, "What's up Max?"

"Where is Tre, Donte?" She looks in my car as if he's going to be there.

"He had to make a couple moves. What you need" I ask her.

She waves her hands in the air bothered, "I'm just trying to see what's up. I haven't heard from him since yesterday morning."

"Okay, I will let him know that you swung through," I keep pressing to my house while she walks toward her car.

"Okay Donte, you better! He got me fucked up," Max hops into her car and speeds off.

I simply shake my head. This nigga has bitches coming to my crib. He's definitely lost his mind. I don't feel comfortable having anybody knowing where I live, since it's my face all over the streets. But I can't say much because Tre does have a room, and he did help me get this house.

Tre is my best friend and, not for nothing, Ion want anything bad to happen to him, but I really just want him to get his shit together with these women or get up out of the game. Everybody knows that you cannot love a woman and the streets. You have to pick one. That's just what it is and what it's gon' be. Unless you find a ride or die bitch who's down to be in that shit as deep as you. Only job she gonna have is, to be a queen pin. Put her life on the line just as you do every motherfucking day. I really don't think this nigga grasps that concept yet. Me on the hand, I've been single for a little minute now because all I'm worried about is this money. If it ain't about money what the fuck is, you talking to me for? That's how I feel and that's what I stick to.

I was going to go to college back in the day, but Tre talked me out of that shit. So now, the only thing holding me back from being the head of all of this shit is him. I know I can get my hands dirty. I'm the one that gets out in the streets. I'm the one to make sure everything is handled. But is it about that time to?

What I can say is Tre does have that little shop, TLC, that I kind of need to get my hands on. Monica would never let me touch it but, I figure, if he can get her to be with the shits; it will work.

I told him about my idea, put a little bug in his ear, now, I'm hoping that after all of these months, she finally gives in and says yes. I know that her bakery was denied numerous of times for grants. Tre let me in on that. So, all she needs is a little push, then the bakery is ours. Hopefully soon because if I can get a legit business under my belt, this shit will be sweet.

All I need is for Tre to hurry the fuck up. Or to at least drop all these bitches- but Monica because obviously we need her for now. If he was only focused on her, we would have been had this shit.

I shit, shower, and eat—in that order. I plop down on the couch to watch a show when Tre finally brings his ass through the door.

"What up!" He is all teeth.

"Ain't shit. Was just about to turn on some bullshit," I turn the TV back off.

"Yo, this bitch Amber got that young candy yam pussy!"

I can't help but to laugh, "Nigga you stupid."

"I'm serious though. That shit be gushy as fuck," He describes it, doing this dumb ass sex move.

"She got that mac and cheese?" I smirk.

"Oh nah, she got that rice crispy!"

I yell laughing, "What the fuck is a rice crispy pussy?!"

He screams back, "Pussy that is sticky but snap crackle and POPS back at yo ass!"

We both fall out laughing. The shit this nigga comes up with be killing me.

"Let me stop fucking around. What's really good?" He sits on the couch next to me.

I too, stop laughing, "I need to know what's up with this Monica shit. I got more niggas trying to get in on the action, but this shit ain't moving. I can't make moves if the train ain't fucking going Tre."

"Yo, didn't I say I got you?"

"Yea. Numerous times and my patience is running low."

"Look, she on her last leg. I know Monica. She's too smart to fall into the devil's pit. But with her shop on the line she may jump soon," He elaborates to me.

I play it cool, "I hear you. I just don't fuck with the usage of 'may' in that sentence."

He sighs, "Well my nigga, damn. What I gotta do to get you off my back?"

"Get that shit done. We need that."

Tre replies, "Say no more."

He pulls out his phone and I ask, "What you 'bout to do?"

"I'm about to call Monica up now. I think she at the shop already."

"Bet."

I get up and walk into my room. I need to put on something decent to wear for later tonight. I check my phone and see a text from one of our little niggas, Ant.

Where are y'all at?? The streets are red!

I respond immediately:

Fuck you mean? I'm at my spot! Who painting?

My phone vibrates:

Nobody know but niggas are cold. I tried to hit T but no reply.

I can feel my heart picking up speed. I shoot back a message saying:

Link! The reg.

I throw my phone on the bed and pace the room. Ant knows not to hit my phone unless it's important. When we do talk we don't use names or any incriminating details.

I'm pissed because he just told me someone is out here killing motherfuckers, yet nobody knows who it is. The only murderers that can drop bodies around here is me and Tre. I need answers and fast!

I opt out of filling Tre in because Ant said he's been trying to reach his ass all day. Tre was too busy laying in pussy to check his fucking phone about business. Plus, I need him to focus on that shit with Monica right now anyways. I quickly put on some jeans and a fresh black tee. My killing clothes. I toss a hoodie over my head.

By the time I make it back into the living room, Tre is ending his call.

"Wassup with you?" He asks.

"Nothing. We will talk later," I wave it off.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. What Monica say?" I change the subject.

"She ain't say much but she do sound stressed. She at the bakery now. I'm 'bout to head that way. You rolling or nah?" He extends an invitation.

I decline, "Nah, I got some shit to handle. Imma link with you when you done. Just hit my jack."

"Ard. I'll get with you."

He leaves, and I am alone to sort out my thoughts. I gotta clean shit up and fast before everything I am trying to build falls apart.

7: TLC

Monica

It's another day and my bakery is still careworn. A few days ago, Tre presented me with the idea of his business fusing with mine. I was not fond of it then but now I'm really considering it. I'm seriously having worries.

"Monica, honestly I'm not gonna be able to keep doing this. You don't know how upset it makes me to see customers walk out. The more customers walk out, the less money we make. The less money we make, the less money I make. I have to feed my kids! I'm just being honest with you," Mariah declares. She seems very upset.

I reply, "Listen Mariah, I definitely understand! I have two kids also, and this is my baby."

"Listen, I will be honest with you Monica. I've been here for years and I don't want to leave, but if I have to go and find another job I will. I need stability for my family," She expresses to me.

I shake my head. I cannot lose Mariah. She's literally been here for years, since I opened up this place. She's one of the limited people that I do trust in my bakery.

"Okay, Mariah I definitely understand where you're coming from. Just give me a little more time. I'm going to fix this."

Right on cue I get a call from Tre, "Hey babe, are you at the bakery because I'm on my way over there now?"

I say, "Yes, I'm here." It's honestly looking as if I'm going to have to agree to take that offer, at least for now, then figure things out from there.

Just as rapid as the call began it concludes. I plan to accept Tre's offer.

Even though I don't want to, I have to do what I have to. I took a lot of time to contemplate and as of right now, his proposition is the best option for my bakery.

I continue to bake in the kitchen. I have at least 30 orders right now. I am overwhelmed and overworked. My vision is to own a bakery and only come in as a special treat. But somehow, I am here working my butt off until my fingers are ready to bleed. This is what it's like to be a business owner.

"Hand me one of those spatulas over there," I tell one of my employees. I have multiple things cooking and once again not enough hands to cook them.

"Hey boss, we need you in the front," One of my other employees informs me.

I wipe sweat from my forehead and make my way to the front.

There I see a long line of people waiting to place their orders and a second line of people waiting for the orders they've already placed. Their faces are fuming. I don't even want to reflect on the fact that online orders have yet to be filled. I work with my to team move the process along.

In walks Tre. He is carrying that book bag again.

"Hey, my intellectual queen," He kisses my forehead.

I respond with a, "Let's talk," and take off my apron before gesturing Tre to follow me to a table in the corner of the shop, away from everyone else.

Tre and I sit at the table.

"I see business is booming baby!" Tre smiles. Sometimes I hate how insensible he is to all of the strain I am under.

"Business is not booming. It's a mess," I put my head in my hands.

"Okay baby. My offer is still on the table. I even drew up some contracts, so we can have everything in writing, and listen," He removes my hands and lifts my head with his chin, "I have 5 grand to hand you right now baby. You can hire whoever you want and give all your employees a raise. I will pay the difference. That's my promise to you."

I look at him with tears in my eyes. I look in the path of Mariah and my other staff and tell myself that I am doing this for them and my babies. I nod.

"Is that a yes?" Tre asks with joy in his eyes.

"Yes babe," I say unenthusiastically.

He springs from his seat and gives me what feels like a billion kisses.

"Relax Tre! I am only agreeing to this so that I can regain control over my business," I remind him.

"I know baby! I understand that completely."
I am not happy one bit, but I am ready to get this thing going. I just need a little guidance. This is not where I want my life to end up at all but, here we are. I will just take this thing one day at a time. Tre promises to take care of me.

"I will call Donte now and have him send over a few people to starts today. Just wait baby. By the end of today you are going to be happy you made this decision. No more stress." Tre says kissing me again.

I simply shake my head. I feel like this may take away from my finical stress but add in a whole new world of stress. I really hope not.

I say, "We will see baby."

Tre gets up and calls Donte. I check on Mariah and my other staff. I let them know I have hired a few new people and they are ecstatic.

"No more slaving back here!" One of them says.

"When will they start?" Mariah inquires.

I reply, "They will be in expectantly sometime today. I must get them trained and going. Also, my fiancé Tre will be helping as well. He will train and look after the new hires.

"It's about time. I am tired of dealing with all them anger customers." Another employee states.

I also inform them, "You all will be receiving raises and bonuses for all of your arduous work and I appreciate you guys for sticking with me."

I can see the joy in each and everyone's eyes. They start to clap and thank me. I am grateful for my choice for this moment and this moment only. Mariah seems to be very happy as well. I am glad I finally am able to do something to thank them.

I know everyone on my team has their own families and lives going on. I don't offer health care of any real benefits to them yet, but they are sticking with me anyways. I needed to do something for them for once.

I go back to the table when I see Tre hang up the phone. He looks satisfied, so I take a sit to find out what is going on.

"What did Donte say?"

Tre replies, "He has some people headed this way now. Apparently, you even know the man he has in mind for an assistant manager."

"Wait who said anything about an assistant manager?" I ask confused.

"Well, Donte thought it would be best to separate our business as much as possible. We want to keep your employees from the product we will be moving. We are trying to avoid any possible conflicts." He explains.

"Okay so why do you need a manager?"

"You think Mariah is going to be able to explain to my employees how to sell the drugs? Matter fact do you think she would want to?" He asks me.

I see where he is coming from so I reply, "Okay, who does Donte have in mind?"

"You know someone named Lonnie from high school?

"Yes, I remember Lonnie. Is that the future manager?" I think about the guy I want to school with that was the best chef in culinary back in high school. I wonder how he got involved with drug dealing.

"Yep. Donte said something about he was a great cook. We figure, he can actually help manage the place since he knows you and can cook very well," he says.

"I suppose that makes sense."

Tre and I continue to talk about how we want to run the operation. Not long after Donte, Lonnie, and six other guys enter the bakery.

"Wassup Boss," one of the men said to Tre.

"What's going on ya'll? Have a seat so we can get this going," Tre points to the other seats.

Whoever didn't have a chair grabbed one from the tables nearby.

"So, what's the plan Donte?" Tre asks Donte. It really throws me off because I thought Tre was the man in charge and that this was his idea. I don't say anything though.

Donte starts, "So we will still have niggas on the streets making moves for now. But ya'll..." he pointed to the new guys, "...will be in here making moves. I need everyone to keep they eyes on the door. We have to stay on the lookout for cops and shit. Everyone will get a uniform as well. Monica what do they need to wear?"

I say, "Well all employees dress in all black and black shoes. I have a dress code policy in the back. Let me go get it." I run to the back where I have all my paperwork stored.

I collect all the paperwork I might need for the rest of this so-called meeting. I still don't feel all the way comfortable but at least I can add my rules as well. I remind myself this is just a temporary fix. It's like the compression bandage before the cast. In due time, everything will be back on track for me.

I ask Mariah, "Can you handle things while I handle a couple of things?"

"Yes, is everything okay?" she asks with alarm.

"Everything is alright. I am just getting the new guys trained so hopefully they can start in a bit. I may also need you to show Lonnie the ropes as well. He will be your assistant manager," I voice.

"Already? It look me forever to get a manager roll, why not hire someone like Racheal who has been here for a while?" she question which really bothers me.

I don't feel like I should have to explain myself to her, but I do anyways, "I allowed Tre to pick his own manager, but he will only be an assistant manager. This is a temporary thing anyways. After things start going well, there will be long be an assistant manager. I don't want to get one of my long-term employees that title just to take it away."

"Oh well I guess that makes sense. Okay, I don't mine showing this Lonnie dud how we do things," she says and starts walking back toward the register.

"Okay thanks Mariah, I will send him your way shortly."

I march back to the table. I hope I didn't miss much. I put the papers down on the tabletop and reclaim my seat.

"So, we were just discussing how we plan to sell out of here," Tre says to me.

"Okay what is the plan?" I play catch up.

Tre responds, "So we will have my guys work the extra register. They will Take the order and each product has a different desert that come with it. For example, if you want weed, you would get a cup cake. The shit will be at the bottom of the cupcake wrapper under the treat, so no one can see it."

"Exactly, and we will keep our cut and yours separate." Donte chimes in.

"How we doing that?" Lonnie inquires.

"Good question," I agree.

"We will set up our register where we have a side and Monica has a side. She has that computer stuff so ya'll can keep track of what was sold for her on that register..." Donte begins.

"...then at the end of each day, Donte and I will count out cut and make sure it adds up with what is missing for out sells. Once that is done we will pay Monica her cut and provide her with your pay." Tre continues where Donte left off.

"Okay. Okay. That sounds legit," one of the men says rubbing his hands together.

"Monica, we need you to get the money to the same way your other employees get paid. The have to be on payroll and fill out an I-9 form," Donte directs me.

"Okay I have them here." I hand a package to each of them with all the information that will need as a new hire.

"Thanks." Most of them say when they receive theirs.

"Cool. Next, I need ya'll to know that if out shit comes up short in any way, we are chopping off body part," Donte says, and it makes me feel uneasy.

"Look, if you are here it is because we trust ya'll to be on your P's and Q's," Tre says.

"We understand," Lonnie speaks for everyone.

"So, when can we get them trained?" Donte looks at me.

I reply, "They can get trained today."

"Okay say no more, let's get started." Tre and the other men rise.

We do proper introductions and the training begins. I have Mariah helping me, but I do not tell her the part about the drugs. If anything does go down I do not want it to be on my employees. If they do not know what's going on than they cannot be caught in anything.
8: Lying Ass

Amber

"Deon honestly, I am sick and tired of your complaints about Tre," I yell at my roommate. "Every time I even mention him you get upset, like, for what?"

"All I'm saying Amber is, how well do you really know Tre? You said you just found out that he has kids," She looks at me, "What kind of man does not say he has kids from the rip? It just seems as if he is hiding something."

"Deon, you are always trying to ruin my happiness!"

"I'm just being honest." I roll my eyes at her and finish looking for something cute to wear for later.

"Girl please, nobody's worried about what you have going on. I'm out here trying to be a real friend to you, but you are so dick whipped that you don't even recognize game. My dude is playing you. Why doesn't he tell you his whereabouts or what he does for a living.?" She shouts back.

I continue to search for something to wear. I find a black T-shirt that's very form fitting, "What do you think of this shirt?"

She shakes her head at me, "I'm serious Amber! You need to wake up. You do this almost every year and you end up getting your heart broken. What is a grown ass man doing with you anyways?"

"Excuse me? You got me fucked up! I can handle a grown ass man. Have you not noticed that I am mature as fuck?" I throw the shirt back into the drawer.

She says, "Nobody said that you weren't. But I'll be honest with you; you are acting pretty childish right now. Look at you throwing a fucking tantrum. Before Tre came into the picture you were cool, now all of a sudden you're acting as though we ain't shit."

I look at her and start to laugh, "So what I'm hearing is, you're pretty much jealous. Your single ass is jealous as fuck that I have a man. You just want me all to yourself! Are you gay or some shit?"

Her mouth drops to the floor I could see the anger in her eyes I wouldn't even be surprised if she swung at me right now. But a bitch like me is ready for action.

Instead she just shakes her head in disbelief, gets off her bed, and walks out of the room.

I honestly couldn't care less, I think to myself. I continue to scramble in my drawers and closet for something decent to wear. I always try to look really cute when I see my man. I know where he lives because he told me. I plan to go there and surprise him.

I use some of the money that he gave me to buy him a nice gold chain. I notice that he doesn't really wear jewelry, but I figure I can surprise him with my presence and a cute gift. Finally, I find a nice pair of jeans to wear that show off my assets. I top it off with a long sleeve turtleneck shirt that has my small cleavage out. I glance in the mirror and admire my outfit. I'm cute as fuck.

I head out, catch a cab, and make my way over to Tre's crib.

"Hey beautiful, where is it that I'm taking you to?" My cab driver asks me, checking me out in his rearview mirror.

"Please don't. I'm going to see my boyfriend and he would not appreciate you making a pass at me," I put my hand up to gesture him to cut the talk.

"I apologize ma'am if I offended you by complimenting you. You are entirely too young for me. I simply said you were beautiful, but I'm not interested," He responds back to me.

I know he's lying. If I would've said yes, he would have been all over me like white on rice. I pop my headphones into my ears because I don't want to converse with him for the rest of this ride. I'm honestly just trying to chill. I listen to some old school R&B and groove in the backseat.

I peep that the driver is checking me out, from time to time, in the mirror. I try my best to ignore him. He has this rough looking beard and pretty ass green eyes. He looks like he has the potential to be cute if he just cleans himself up. Nonetheless, I am definitely not interested in him, especially with the way he keeps eyeing me like I'm some bag of meat or something, and he's some type of dog. I do not intend to give him a tip either.

Eventually we end up in Tre's neighborhood. We pull up to his crib. I get out and say thank you then go to the front door. I knock.

After knocking for a little bit, no one comes to the door. I decide that I probably should've let Tre know that I was coming out here. But doing so would've ruined my damn surprise. I call him up.

"Hey, what are you up to?" I ask him, still looking through his windows to see if I see any life inside the house.

"Hey, what's up shawty? I'm at home playing the game what's good with you?" He responds lying through his motherfucking teeth.

"Nothing much just wanted to know what you were up to. Are you in your room?" I inquire thinking I may be tripping.

"Nah, I'm in the living room chilling, you know, enjoying this game. But I'm 'bout go to the kitchen and get me something to eat," He lies again.

I know something is up because, Tre's living room is right in front of my face and there's no life, no noise, no nothing. So why is he lying to me?

I respond, "Oh word okay. Can I come over?"

"Well I'm actually 'bout to head out the door after I make myself something to eat. I have a few errands to run so I won't be home later."

"Well can I come over right now since your home?"

"I would say yes, but I have someone mowing my lawn so it's a lot of grass out here and I know you're allergic to all that shit," He lies again.

I look around his yard and see no one. I have to be missing something because I'm standing in his yard at his door and there is no one answering. There is no one here at all. I simply respond an, "Okay baby just let me know when you are free."

"I got you. Imma text you."

"Okay, talk to you later, enjoy your day," I disconnect our call dumbfounded.

What could he be doing right now? I request my cab, so I can go back to school. I really cannot believe that this man just might, very well, be playing me. I don't know much about him and I can't even think of another place that he might go. I don't know where he works. I don't know what he does. I don't know any of his friends. And who the fuck is Donte?

My ride comes after a good six minutes and unfortunately, it's the same cab driver from before.

"Hello again," He says.

"I'm not in the mood," I scowl, "Just take me home."

"As you wish evil queen," He mumbles.

"What the fuck did you say?" I roar.

"I didn't say anything. I will get you home as fast and as safe as possible," He avoids eye contact.

I ignore him and pop my headphones back in because I do not want to spaz out on this man.

20 minutes into the ride I notice him saying something to me. I take out my headphones and say, "What?"

"I said, I thought you were visiting your boyfriend? That was a quick trip," He reiterates.

I tell him, "He wasn't home. Can you please stay out of my business?"

"I was only trying to make conversation. I do apologize if I have offended you again. I won't say anything else," He re-focuses his attention on the road.

I put my headphones back in my ear and distract myself with my phone to avoid eye contact with him. Once on campus, I call Deon to apologize and let her know how Tre lied to me.

"What do you want heifer?" She answers the phone.

"Look I'm sorry, damn! Don't be all moody and shit. I need your help; you were right. Yes, I said it! This nigga is hiding something," I explain to her annoyedly.

"Ard, where you at?" She senses my seriousness.

"I just got on campus. Meet me in the room if you ain't doing shit."

"Ard, I'm almost there. I'll see you in a little bit," She hangs up.

I let myself into my dorm building to meet up with Deon. I know if anybody can figure out where the fuck this nigga is, Deon can. She does this type of shit all the time. She's somewhat of a professional stalker, but she likes to call herself a private investigator.

Deon comes into the room. "What done happened bitch?"

"He pretty much lied to me," I say. "I was going to show up to his house, right?"

She nods.

"Well this motherfucker wasn't even home, and when I called him to ask what he was doing, he lied and said he was at home playing video games. I asked if I could come over and he tells me "somebody's cutting the grass," talking about I'm allergic and shit. There was nobody cutting his fucking grass bro!" I yell pissed the fuck off.

"See, this the shit I be talking about! Shady ass niggas!" She pulls out her laptop and her phone. I know she 'bout to start doing her research. Shit is about to get real!

We sit on her bed while she does a Google search on Tre.

"You never looked him up?" She asks upset.

"No, why? What you find?" I try to see her laptop.

She turns the screen in my direction, "He got a record girl."

My mouth drops open, "What?!"

"Yep. It says that him and this dude, Donte, have a few records."

"Donte? I know that name," I tap my finger on my chin.

"Tre mentioned him?" She turns the laptop back to her.

"Nah, I seen him blowing his phone up when he was here."

"Oh word. So, they still cool. Let me see if I can find some more information. With enough time I can get you this nigga's social!" She claps her hands together.

I start to laugh, "Bitch I know. That's why I need you on my team."

Her phone starts ringing.

"Hello?" She answers, "Hey sis."

I take her laptop and continue scrolling on the search she did.

"Tasha? That's all you have on her—a first name?" I hear Deon ask her sister, Taleah.

I click on a picture of Tre. It is a fucking mugshot. Somehow, even in his mugshot, he manages to still look sexy as fuck.

"Okay, I got you sis. I will get you some information in the next hour or so. Let me make a few calls and do a little research. Describe her one more time?"

I look up. Now, I am interested in what Taleah has Deon doing.

"Bet. I got you fam," She puts her phone down.

"What was that about?" I ask tryna be all nosy.

"Taleah needs me to look up some bitch for her friend. She made it sound really important, so we have to pause this Tre shit, so I can get to work on it," She tells me.

"Who are you lookin' for?"

"Girl, all she gave me was a first name and a description, so I really have to put in some over time," She shakes her head.

"Damn. You need some help?"

She says, "If you want to. I will be here for a minute anyways. I mean, I am the best of the best, so it won't take that long but, I can use a hand."

"Okay what she look like and what's her name?"

"Her name is Tasha..." She gives me a description of this really beautiful woman.

I wonder what Taleah wants with her. I know Taleah runs with a dangerous crowd from time to time. "Wait, maybe Taleah can help us find out more about Tre," I suggest to Deon.

"Taleah is not beat for your boy problems girl. She only does shit like that for her best friend. I'm not tryna sound mean or anything but, she is a grown ass woman with better things to do. Like, this bitch Tasha probably robbed them or some nut shit like that."

I pout disappointed.

"But after we find this chick, I will ask her if she knows anything. Better yet, I will find the tea for you myself, I promise," She puts her pinky out.

I lock mine with hers to seal the deal.

"Good, now let's get this out of the way so we can really see what that nigga Tre's been up to."

"Let's get it done," I respond.

I grab my laptop from my desk, hop on my bed, and start looking up the jawn Tasha and anything that relates to the towns Taleah be in. We gonna find her in no time.

9: The Game

Tre

I hang up the phone with Amber. I don't really like lying to shawty because I know she's not stupid, but she hasn't peeped game yet. I'm trying to leave it that way. She knew to the shit. She young as fuck too, so it's easy to manipulate her ass. I'm in my car with Donte, we 'bout to figure out who the competition is. Apparently, there is some random ass nigga that thinks he can run shit in my city, but I'm not having it.

"Yo, you ready to roll out?" I ask pulling a gun out of my glove department.

"I was born ready," Donte responds, checkin' his chamber.

Word on the street; there's a new cat that's been quietly creeping his product up in our hood. And when I say quietly, I do mean he came the fuck out of nowhere and has the nerve to be actual competition. When I figure out who this motherfucker is; I have plans. I'm going to rip his skeleton out of his body and make him watch. Then, I'm gonna leave his body on the main strip to make sure every motherfucker knows not to fuck with me.

I hit the gas. We 'bout to check with my information to see what the fuck is really good. I'm banging some heavy rap as I ride, bobbing my head. The whole ride, I'm just thinking about what I plan to do.

I get to my destination. Me and Donte fall out the car.

"Yo, what the fuck been going on? You said you got some shit to tell me? Why the fuck haven't you been telling me?" I go at this little nigga from around the way.

"I've been trying to call you, but you been busy!" My informant says. I met this young boy a while back. He ain't nothing but a snitch, but he only snitches for me. He lets me know what's going on in my hood at all times. Nobody even notices him because he's only like 17. Motherfuckers pay him no mind. He don't say shit to anyone.

"I don't give a fuck if I was fucking the president's wife! When you got information, you find a fucking way to get that shit to me!" I slammed him into a wall in the alley where we linked up at.

Donte is right behind me with a pistol in his hand, waiting for action. Donte ain't the quiet type. He loves to get his hands dirty.

"I'm sorry!" The boy shivers. He goes by the name, Anthony. But everybody calling him Ant.

"So, Imma ask you again—what's the word on the street?!" I put my arm into his neck, pinning him against the wall.

"Okay, so what I basically heard is, there's this nigga—nobody knows who he is because he never meets in person but— he be leaving drugs out on the streets to distribute. Almost every time someone ignores his orders, they end up in a body bag! Niggas are really dealing for an unknown motherfucker because we scared."

I look back at Donte. Donte looks at me, "So what you telling me is, a motherfucker forcing ya'll to sell his shit?" I tilt my head trying to understand what the fuck this nigga is saying to me.

"That's exactly what I'm saying! Again, if you do not put his shit on the streets, you end up in a body bag within less than 24 hours. I got to take care of my mama and sister, I'm not trying to die!" He begins to cry but it pisses me off more.

I pull out my gun on his ass, "You really scared of this unknown ass nigga but imma tell you right now, if I ever catch you out here selling anything for anybody besides me, I will personally bust a cap in your fucking ass," I say in a serious tone.

I throw him to the ground and let Donte handle the rest because I'm not the type to show my face. The only person that knows I'm around is this little nigga here.

"Get the fuck up!" Donte yells.

Ant gets up and dusts himself off, staring at me with wide eyes.

Donte says, "Put it out there that I'm coming for every nigga selling for this other man!" I notice Ant give Donte a look of confusion. Donte smacks the shit out of him with his gun. "I said let motherfuckers know if they selling for this random nigga they are dead!" He clarifies.

Ant coughs up blood. He nods his head and wipes his mouth.

With nothing more to say Donte walks away. I follow suit. Back in the whip, Donte looks at me. I nod my head gesturing for him to talk.

"We are going to have to drop a couple of bodies tonight. Nobody's gonna take us seriously if people are just walking around living and shit, you feel me! The only way to outdo this scary ass motherfucker is to beat the big bad wolf."

I agree, and we roll.

Tonight, we goin' on a killing spree. I have to tell all of my women that I won't be around tonight because I really do have to handle business for once. The way me and Donte role; we are the only people that run shit around here. We don't have a cleanup crew because we like to be sloppy! We put fear in the eye of babies. Nobody snitches. The last person that tried to snitch on us showed up dead two days before he was supposed to testify in court.

I need to cancel on all of my bitches. I pull out my phone and call Tasha first.

"Hey beautiful," I say after she answers.

"What's up baby? What time are you coming home?" She asks me.

"That's what I'm calling about. I won't be coming home today. Me and Donte have a lot of shit to handle."

"Shit like what Tre?"

I yell, "Shit like, some new motherfucker is trying to move weight in my city." Tasha can be annoying as fuck with all of her questions.

She apologizes, "I'm sorry babe. I just really wanted to see you today. But it's okay."

"I don't mean to yell at you."

She accepts my apology, "It's okay. I know you are upset."

I say, "I'm cool. The shit is about to be handled tonight. How is the baby?"

She replies, "Hungry and craving cheesecake."

"You want me to pick you up some and bring it by while I'm out?"

She declines, "No thanks baby. I plan to get some myself and go to the store later too."

"Ard. Imna get at you."

She blows kisses into the phone, "Talk to you later."

The call is ended. On to the next.

"Hello?" Monica answers.

"Hey honey, I won't be home tonight, and I will not be able to swing by the shop either."

"Okay. It's not as hectic today as it is usually, now that I have extra hands. Plus, the kids are staying at my aunt's tonight," She tells me.

"Well that's good to hear. Are you okay?"

She replies, "Yep. Can't complain."

I tell her, "Okay. I love you baby. I will see you in the morning."

"Love you too. Be careful out there Tre."

"You already know I will," I say and hang up.

Time to get with Max.

I decide to shoot her a text message:

Hey Max.

She replies fast:

Wassup?

I text her:

Nothing major. I have to make a couple of moves, so I will have to get at you tomorrow.

She says:

You said we could link up though.

I'm annoyed. Why are these bitches so damn needy? I simply say:

I'm sorry.

My phone doesn't go off.

I text her again:

Don't be upset Max. There's just somebody out here that needs to get dropped. I gotta handle my business.

Still no reply.

Fuck it. She can be in her feelings all she wants. She know how shit goes.

My phone vibrates:

Okay Tre. Just hit me when you ready for me.

Last but not least, I hit Amber. I hit her number and the phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby girl."

She sounds unhappy, "Hello Tre."

"What's the matter with you?" I ask her.

"Nothing." She's lying but I don't have time for her bullshit.

"Closed mouths don't get fed," I say and look over to Donte who is now shaking his head.

"I just have a couple of question for you and I need you to be real with me."

"Listen, we can play 21 questions later Amber. I have some serious business to handle right now," I cut her off.

I can hear her huffing and puffing into the phone.

I say, "I was calling to tell you that I am about to get low for a little bit. You won't her from me 'til probably tomorrow."

"Seriously Tre?"

"Yes, seriously Amber. Don't you have some homework to catch up on or something anyways?" I try not to laugh at her little ass.

She is whining, "This is unfair. You make me feel like I'm unimportant!"

"Look Amber, chill the fuck out. I said I will get at you tomorrow, damn. I don't know what your attitude is for, but you need to drop it. I don't have time for that shit." I don't mean to come at her like this but she acting stupid.

"Fuck you."

The line goes dead.

Everyone else was cool. Then here she goes acting like a child and shit. Like, this little girl has nothing better to do. Imma fix it though. Just not tonight. My money is more important.

I notice Donte laughing.

"The fuck is so funny?" I mean-mug him.

"Your nigga. I just listened to you call all of these women up and tell them the same line. Then one of them chewed your black ass out."

"She did not. She just got her panties in a bunch. I don't give a fuck though. Fuck your single ass!" I laugh.

He shoots back, "At least I'm ready and don't have to explain my movements and whereabouts to no one."

"At least I get pussy," I say back, being shady as fuck.

"Say no more. Clearly you are butt hurt," He laughs again.

"Fuck you Donte." He hates so bad, so often, and he thinks that I don't notice.

"Nigga get out your bag and let's handle this business."

"Fuck it, we out," I swing my car around the corner.

We don't exactly know our destination, but we about to shake the streets 'til somebody falls. I've got some questions that need answers.

This new motherfucker done come to the wrong motherfucking city. When I find his ass, I'm going to pop off with no questions asked. I'm already pissed that no one seems to have any idea who or where that motherfucker is. But that's iight. I like a challenge. I have enough resources to figure this shit out.

Regardless, I will be killing a few niggas tonight. Without a doubt.

"Yo, pull up on this nigga right here," Donte shouts, pointing to a boy selling some hot shit.

I pull over and Donte hops out the whip.

Without any warning Donte starts beating the shit out of dude with no remorse. I just watch because I don't need the action. I just need answers.

Just as if he read my mind Donte starts to interrogate the boy.

"Who the fuck you selling for?"

"You!" I hear the boy yell out before being hit again.

"Don't fucking lie nigga!" Donte starts stomping this kid in the mouth, so hard.

You? I think to myself. Shit is really starting to get a little fishy. I need some answers now before I really get mad.

Before I have the chance to get out my ride the nigga head is stomped in. Blood splatters all over the ground and walls. I can see his brains oozing out from his fractured skull.

Donte pulls his shoes off and throws them in one of the bags we got in my car. He grabs his other pair.

He says, "Let's go. That mothefucker ain't know shit."

I look at him suspiciously but pull off anyways. I will find out what's going on, and soon.

10: The Players

Max

I take a second look at the picture Taleah sent me.

Ain't this about a bitch? I think to myself as I see the girl Tasha walking past my car into the same bakery I was heading to. TLC is one of my favorite places to grab some delicious sweets and, to my surprise, Tasha is going there too.

I put my car in park, then stop the engine. This bitch just fell into my lap. This is perfect. I drop a few quarters into the meter then cross the street to TLC.

Inside, business is booming, as usual. The owner is some thick jawn who can throw down in the kitchen. I believe her name is Monica or some shit. She cool peoples, always looks stressed when I come in here but today she looks content.

I see a few unfamiliar faces on staff. Looks like a bunch of hood niggas to be honest, but I guess that's all she could afford. Word on the street is, the place may get shut down. I hope not, though, because this place is all of that and then some.

I stand in line. Tre's girlfriend, Tasha, is two people ahead of me. She is stunning. I suppose that's why Tre ass is whipped over her. I don't care anymore though. Once I get her alone, I will activate my plan to take that nigga down.

The line eventually moves up and I notice Tasha take a seat at a table in the corner. Perfect. I order myself some sugar cookies and a slice of their famed red velvet cake. Once I get my goods, I walk towards Tasha's table.

I shoot Taleah a text:

Found her ass. Thanks bitch. You can stop looking. The plan is a go!

Taleah responds:

Bet.

I pull out a chair from Tasha's table, "Is this seat taken?"

"No, you can have it," She says.

I have a seat and she looks up from her cheesecake.

"Can I help you?" She asks with a confused look.

"Yes, my name is Max and I believe you've lost your dog," I respond.

"I don't have a dog," She says, still confused as fuck.

"Oh, but you do. You may want to keep him on a short leash or just let him go all together honey. I figured I would let you in on his secret when I saw you walk in here," I tell her with an amused look.

"What are you talking about?"

"Your name is Tasha, right?"

"Yes—"

I cut her off, "Well you have a dog named Tre. You may think he is your boyfriend, but I promise you, that nigga is a dog."

She drops her fork, "Excuse me?"

"You heard correct. That man has been cheating on you with me for months now."

She looks at me in disgust.

"Now before you go and get mad at me, I only just found out," I lie.

"How do I know you aren't another one of them bitches trying to get my man?" she asks.

"Honey, I repeat, I had your man already. I don't want his low dirty ass. If he can cheat on a beautiful girl like you then I can only imagine what he would do to me," I say innocently.

I see tears start to form in her eyes. I can't tell if she is pissed, or sad, or both.

"Listen, he was with me the other morning. You called him twice, but he didn't pick up. I asked who it was and found out it was you. The nigga was balls deep inside me while ignoring your call. I see him almost every morning at his best friend, Donte's, crib," I inform her.

"He is with me in the mornings." She says.

"Not at 6:00 am honey." I know he tells her that he is going for a morning run. I can see the anger happening in her eyes.

"Are you fucking serious!" She roars.

Little mama has some aggression in her. Tre makes her seem like this regular ass bitch who wanna be down but I'm seeing true anger from her. She may very well be crazy, which is perfect for me and my plan.

"I am beyond serious. But I do have a plan to destroy his lying ass."

She observes me for a moment, "What is that?"

I grin, "I want to hit him where it hurts. His pockets."

"Elaborate," She says, still boiling inside.

"I know, Tre is something like a kingpin around here. I also know, he has found a legit way to move his product without causing suspicion. I want you to help me figure that shit out and tear his who kingdom down. I know a lot about Tre's movements."

She looks interested.

I continue, "I will seduce his so called best friend and get information out of his ass. When we figure out where he is moving his shit, we put a stop to it. Once we do that, we can fuck up his cash flow. If niggas can't get their shit, they will get it from elsewhere. I heard there is a new king in town anyways. He will handle the rest."

"Who is this new person? Tre mentioned it earlier."

"No idea girl, but I'm glad he's around. I plan to kick Tre in his knees 'til he cries for dogging both you and me out the way he has," I say to her.

"I'm in. I just told that bitch that I'm pregnant, and he out here sticking his dick in everything thing that moves. No offense." Her left eye is twitching so I know she is livid.

"Oh, I just got an abortion the other day. I will not be caught with that slimy ass nigga's child. No offense," I say back, but it was low key shade.

She shakes her head in disbelief.

"Listen, take my number," I suggest.

She pulls out her phone, "What is it?"

I give her my name and number to save. I am fucking ecstatic. Shit is really looking right. I did not expect this shit to happen this soon or flow this quickly, but you know what they say about, when a woman is scorned.

I enjoy my cake and watch this pregnant bitch go in on her cheesecake, still mad.

After eating, we continue to go over the details of the plan. I share everything I know with her and she does the same. I can see she wants to cry but is too pissed off to do so. I ignore it. Big girls don't cry, she will be iight.

I make sure she knows that we have to keep everything normal. She says she is entire too upset to not show her anger. I tell her that we can pretend to be mad about the fact that he stood us up today. Apparently, we both got the same call about him being busy.

We plan to link up later.

I apologize for being the bearer of bad news and we depart. Mission mother fucking accomplished.

After I leave the bakery, I dial Taleah's number.

"Bitch," I spit into the phone.

"What happened?" She yells.

"I fucking did it!"

"You got that bitch?" She asks excitedly.

"Yes, I mother fucking did!"

"How did you find her?" She questions.

"She just fell into my lap yo. You know that spot TLC I be going to?"

"Yeah. Where you be getting them bomb ass red velvet cakes from?"

"There bitch! She walked right past my car into the damn bakery! "I yell, still in disbelief.

"That's what the fuck I am talking about!" I can hear her clapping.

"Don't you know this bitch is pregnant?" I say to her.

"Deadass?" She asks in her New York slang.

"I'm so serious," I reply in a disgusted tone.

"That nigga is dirty."

"As fuck," I agree.

She gets back onto topic, "Well, what did she say?"

"Oh, she is with the shit. Yo' bitch is about to run these motherfucking streets. You feel me!" I am too excited to not yell.

"Yassss bitch! Say that shit. I'm ridin 'til the motherfucking wheels fall off!"

"Bitch, you already."

"So, what's next?" She asks, for the next move in my plan.

"Donte," I say.

"What you about to do?"

I declare, "I'm about to suck and fuck that nigga 'till he can't do shit but tell me what I need to know."

She starts laughing and clapping again, "You better get that shit girl. You know yo' pussy is irresistible. That man ain't ready."

"That's exactly how I need him."

"Then what?'"

"I get at Tasha and we bring this sorry nigga down. Soon as I find out where he moved his niggas, it's a wrap. Any word on who this new king is?" I ask her, since she was supposed to be looking into it.

"Girl this nigga is a ghost," She says.

"Fuck."

"Wait, are you breaking Tasha off in this deal?"

"Fuck no. I just need that bitch to get me more information. I plan to run this shit on my own. Well, with you of course!" I assure her.

"Oh okay. I was about to say..."

"Don't even worry about that. I got this Taleah."

"Oh, I know you do. Get at me later bitch."

"I got you. Make sure you find that motherfucker too though."

"On it," She says.

I end the call and pull off. Tasha was still in the bakery when I left. Little shawty is probably about to cry. She was sick as hell when I told her I was pregnant too. Oh well. That ain't my issue. As long as she ready when it's time for actions then I'm cool.

The next step in my plan is to get Donte right where I need him. I drive to my apartment to set up that plan.

I arrive home and, in the same notepad from before, I begin writing the plan to seduce Donte.

All I need, is to get him and Tre away from each other, which will be easy with Tasha under my belt.

Once separated, I can go to Donte's house in something revealing and pretend to be looking for Tre again. That man can barely keep a soft on when I'm around, so I know it will be an easy move.

After I take the man's soul, only thing left to do is to talk. Well- let him do all of the talking. I may even need to drop a few little hints about Tre talking shit about him. This shit is fail proof!

I finish writing and put the notepad back in its drawer. I may very well be one of the smartest pieces of pussy around. Niggas never see me coming and I commend myself for it.

I get a text from an unknown number:

It's Tasha. Save my numb.

I respond:

Iight imma lock u in

Another text:

Okay thnx.

I pretend to give a fuck about her:

U good?

She texts back:

Yea I'm cool

I say good and stop the conversation.

I go into my room to find something sexy to wear for the next part of my plan. Well, I should say, something easy to take off.

I look good in almost anything. My body is sick. I know Tasha saw this shit when I left. I make everyone stare. Men, women, children...it don't fucking matter.

I really can pull any nigga I want. I have bomb pussy and a bomb ass body. I'm cute as fuck and chocolate. I don't care how attractive ole girl was. She does not compete with me at all. Tre a dumb nigga, but it's okay cause he's about to learn his lesson.

I choose this sexy, backless dark chocolate, gown with a split on the side that goes all the way up to my hip. My long-shaved leg is exposed. It's not hot enough for the spaghetti straps, but I top it with a light pink fur jacket. My heels are completely see through, but enclosed. My feet are gorgeous, so it works. I finish, with a strapless brown clutch that complements my gown without taking away from it. I don't intend on wearing any panties either. Ready or not, here I come.

11: Drugs and Condoms

Amber

Deon was able to find out, Tre has a record with some boy named Donte. They've been trapping and that's why I never hear from him at some points. I'm not 100% sure, but I do think they are still selling drugs.

I cannot believe he tried to play me. I may be young, but I am not dumb.

I tell Deon, "I can't believe he lied, then had the nerve to tell me that he going MIA to handle business."

"Girl I tried to tell you. You don't listen to me though."

I shake my head, "Better yet, I can't believe the dude yelled at me! Like, who the fuck do you think you are talking to my nigga?"

She also shakes her head, "See you may as well drop that no-good ass nigga while you have the chance. Fuck him."

That I do not agree with, "Nah. I want an explanation. Like what he have to lie for?"

She looks at me sideways and says, "So you gonna give him a chance?"

"I mean, selling drug is not that bad Deon. I'm more upset that he lied about. I don't get it."

She replies, "Would you have stayed with his ass if you knew?"

I think about it, "Maybe not, but that's not fair to me."

"Okay, but know you know. So, leave his ass."

I put one finger up, indicating for her to wait, "I mean, he only lied about his occupation. Matter of fact, he didn't even lie because he just told me not to ask questions. In reality the only thing he lied about was being home."

"Are you fucking serious girl?"

"Yes! It's not like he cheated on me. Plus, you couldn't even figure out if he was still in the game," I wave her off.

"Girl! You saw the shit about him and the boy Donte supposedly going to court, not that long ago, for drug charges," She explains.

I say, "Yes but it never stood in court."

"That's because the only person willing to testify ended up in a body bag! Yo, you really are defending this nigga."  
"That probably has nothing to do with Tre. All I'm saying is, that could be his past life," I go on.

"Past life my ass...he ever tell you why he was on our campus when ya'll met?" She asks me adjusting her hair in the mirror.

I walk over to my side of the room, "No. Why would it matter? That's still the past."

"You are so blind girl. He probably was selling that shit over here!"

"Deon, I just need some type of proof okay? Like I really like Tre and I want to know why he hiding shit. There could be a good explanation. I have him all to myself, maybe he wants to protect me," I put on a pair of jeans.

"...Protect you? ...All to yourself? That man looks like he will fuck anything as long as it's got a hole. I didn't want to say anything but, he has checked me out a few times. That's why I bounce whenever that nigga come around. He makes me feel uncomfortable."  
"I saw that shit coming a mile away. I hate arguing with you Deon. I'm not going to do this with you."

She presses the flat iron over her hair, "Every time you get a nigga you act stupid girl. I'm your girl. I have nothing to lie to you about. How about this: let's go find that nigga and see what he's up to?"

I turn to look at her, "Seriously?"

She looks at me through the mirror, "I'm so serious. We can see what he is up to and you can get some answers."

I feel excitement run through my body. I didn't expect that. I am partially nervous that I won't like what I find.

I respond, "I'm with it! Let me finishing getting dressed."

"Yep. I'm almost done my hair. I will drive."

I tell her, "Good, because I caught a cab to his house earlier and got this creepy ass cab driver. The motherfucker kept staring at me and shit."

"Ew," She says back.

"Exactly."

I go through my shirts to find a nice one. It's chilly outside so, I know I'm going to wear a jacket, but I still have to look good.

"What happened with the Tasha thing?" I ask her, wondering about that woman we were looking up. We found a few pictures online and she was stunning. I kind of hope Taleah doesn't plan to hurt her.

"I don't even know. She just told me she got what she needed and asked me to stop looking into her. She said something about a need to know basis. I really don't care though," She states.

As Deon puts the finishing touches on her do, I put on my shirt and jacket.

A few short minutes later, we are in the school's parking garage getting into her car.

"What if I find out that he really is cheating on me?" I ask, now regretting the idea of following him.

"Then you will know what's really good."

Deon drives off of campus and the trip begins. We talk about all kinds of shit. Surprisingly, Deon is doing pretty good, even though her little brother was shot down recently for no good reason. He was out, Camden, walking down the block to meet with his cousin. They were about to go smoke, when a random car did a drive by and killed her brother, Antwan. Deon's cousin didn't even see the car because he was so business trying to see if Antwan was okay. The ambulance declared him DOA at the hospital.

"You sure you're okay?" I ask her as we venture into an awkward silence.

"I'm okay Amber. Just know that when I find the motherfucker who killed my little brother, I will murder him," She states.

I have known Deon for a while now. I do believe her when she says that. Between her and Taleah, I wouldn't be surprised if they already have a few bodies under their belt. I can see the fire in Deon's eyes when she thinks about her brother's death.

Deon lost both her parents in a car accident a few years ago. Taleah took care of both her and Antwan since she was old enough to claim them. She made sure they were always good. Losing Antwan hurt them both, a lot, but also created this venturing evil inside of them. I haven't seen Taleah in a while, but I can just tell by listening to their phone calls about finding whoever killed their brother.

"I believe you," I say and stare out the window.

I can only imagine. I'm luckily an only child. I don't even know what it's like to have a sibling, let alone lose one.

"Look, we are going to go by his house to see if we see him there."

I hadn't even realized we made it all the way to Camden that quick.

I respond, "Okay."

A few minutes pass, and we are on the end of Tre's block. He has never seen Deon's car so there's a low chance of him peeping us out. We parked at the corner just in case.

"Look," Deon points to Tre and some guy leaving the house. I can see a gun in the back of Tre's pants.

"What do we do?"

She looks at me and smiles, "We follow them."

I'm a nervous wreck. I do not want to ruin things with Tre by breaking his trust or invading his space. Yes, I am angry, but I don't know if I really want to follow him.

Without a word Deon takes off after Tre and, who I will assume is, Donte. He looks like the man from the mugshot that was with Tre's.

We follow them to this abandoned building. We circle the block and park around the corner before we sneak our way to the door they entered and slide inside quietly.

"Shhh," Deon tells me when I step on some dried leaves that flew in with us.

We hide on the far end of the abandoned building and watch everything that goes down.

We see a man tied to a chair. I feel my stomach turn. Tre and Donte approach the man. Donte wraps his hands with some cloth. Bam! Donte strikes the man. I cover my mouth to keep from screaming.

Deon gives me the "Shut up" look. I continue to watch. Tre never lifts a finger, but the beating Donte gives the man is deadly. He hits him multiple times even when the man begins to cough up a ton of blood.

I don't want to be here anymore. I think to myself.

"Who the fuck is killing my men!" Donte yells like a wild animal.

The man can barely speak. His face is swollen. He tries to mutter something, but I can't make it out.

Neither can Donte because he hits him again, "I can't fucking hear you!"

Deon does not look like she is afraid at all. She may, actually, even be enjoying it. I'm not sure. Me on the other hand, I want to run. I can't move though. My feet feel like they are stuck to the ground.

The man is going to be beat to the guy to death. How can Donte expect him to say anything if he won't stop hitting him?

Without thinking, I stand up and yell, "Stop!"  
All eyes are now on me. I see the fire in Donte's eyes as he pulls his gun out on me. I look over to Tre with tears in my eyes. I'm going to die today. I knew I should not have come.

Deon whispers, "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

I don't care. I couldn't just watch as Donte beat the poor man to death.

"Amber! What the fuck is you doing here?!" Tre shouts lividly.

I can't speak. My voice is caught in my throat.

Tre slaps Donte's hand down, forcing him to lower his gun, then runs towards me. He spots Deon and gets even more pissed.

"Amber, what the fuck is this?" He asks me again looking us up and down.

Deon speaks because I'm still at a loss for words, "We came to see what you are really about. Now we know."

Tre looks like he wants to slap the spit out of Deon but turns his attention back to me.

I finally look at him and say, "He was going to kill him."

Tre snatches me up and tells me to follow him. I do as I am told because I don't know what else to do. I yell to Deon, "Just meet me in the car!"

She looks at me like I have lost my damn mind. I think I have.

"Tre..." I manage to say through watery eyes.

"Amber, it is not safe for you to be out here. I said I would get at you when I was finished handling my business."

"Killing people?" I ask shocked and upset.

"Did you see me lay my hands on that man?"

I shake my head from left to right.

"I don't kill nobody Amber. And let me say this one time and one time only, don't you ever, EVER roll up on me again."

I began to ball my eyes out.

Tre wipes my tears and begins to explain, "Look, that man out there is a part of the reason 13 of my men are dead. Men with families, kids, lives. I have to get justice for them. As you've probably already put together, I am a drug dealer. But here's what you don't know. I am the kingpin around here. Everyone answers to me, so it is my job to keep my men safe! So, the fact that someone is dropping my niggas, just isn't sitting right with me."

I stop crying and listen attentively. I soak in all of the information Tre is giving me and begin to feel a lot more understanding of the situation I saw. I think, how Deon wants to avenge her brother. I guess it's like that. Tre apologies and I accept.

He kisses me. I don't kiss back. He kisses me again. Then again, then again. I can't help but to smile inside. Finally, I return the kiss. It becomes intense and passionate. I wrap my arms around his neck.

We are in a secluded part of the building. Tre lifts me in his arms and I wrap my legs around him. He carries me to a wall, where he pins me back onto it.

We deepen the kiss. I can feel my moistness soaking my panties. I rub the back of his head, taking his lips in mine and sucking. He drops my legs and I land on my feet. He grabs my hair and tilts my head. He licks, bites, and sucks on my neck.

I am so hungry for him. Everything that just happened a few moments before, is now just a distant memory. I can feel the heat between our bodies. I want him. I need him. I drop down to my knees and unstrap his belt. He takes the gun from behind his back and places it on a pile of wood next to us.

I pull down his pants and briefs, to be greeted by his stiff dick. I take him into my mouth. He lets out a slight moan. I swollen my man's dick and I feel his tip hit the back of my throat. I try my best not to gag. I guess he likes that shit because he starts to fuck the back of my throat faster.

I start gagging and look up at him. He is smiling, and I know I am being punished so I take it. He grabs my hair and fucks my throat harder. I want to cry but I am happy to satisfy my man. I breathe out of my nose. He starts moaning harder and lets my hair go.

I pick up the pace letting all the spit that built up in my mouth, glide down his shaft. I circle my tongue around the tip of his dick, every time I reach it. I suck so hard I remove all the air from my mouth. My mouth feels tight and wet to his erection. I can feel the blood rushing through the veins in Tre's dick.

I play with his balls, stimulating them. I want him to nutt in my mouth. I want him to know I am sorry.

"Get up and bend over," He snatches my head off of him before I can make him cum.

I pull down my my jeans quickly. My jacket is still on. Tre shoves his dick into me hard as fuck, but it feels so amazing. This has to be angry sex. He is never this aggressive with me. I like it.

He forces both of my arms against the wall and pounds me from behind. I moan. He grabs my throat and chokes me. I can barely breathe but it sends a rush through my body. Just like that, my legs become weak. This nigga is that nigga.

Tre explodes inside of me. I am thankfully on birth control. I can feel his ejaculation fill me. It's warm. I cum harder. He covers my mouth and gives me a few more long strokes to finish his nutt.

I stand up straight after he pulls out. I put my jeans back up and Tre gathers his belongings.

"I will call you. Let me finish handling my business," He says before walking off.

I am at a loss. I do the walk of shame back to the car. Deon is inside. She looks at me in disgust. I know she can smell the sex all over me. I didn't see Donte on the way out, so I assume he left. I am embarrassed but not ashamed. I managed to keep my man and get a few answers. I will be a kingpin's wifey.

12: Heartache

Tasha

I sit in this bakery, pondering. A random woman, by the name of Max, just told me my man has been cheating on me. I cannot believe this man.

I am hurt. I don't know how I did not see it. That explains why he was always MIA when I needed him. Then, the fact that he was having unprotected sex is just trifling.

I sob over my cheese cake. I think the baby has me emotional. I'm not usually a pussy like this. I was fooled. The same day I told him I was pregnant; he was sticking his dick in that bitch.

I do plan to help her bring his ass down, but I know better. She has another agenda. I don't know what it is yet, but I will find out.

I know that he is gone for the rest of the day, but I don't want to go home. I will more than likely lay hands on him when I see him if I do but I supposed to be calm.

What am I supposed to do about this child? I don't believe in abortions but, I don't want this man's baby anymore. Ugh, I will keep it and figure it out.

Tre does not know that I have my own money. He thinks I'm a spoiled brat, but my mother taught me to have my own accounts when dealing with a man that takes care of you. I have also been making my own moves, saving for a rainy day. This is a fucking thunderstorm.

I start to cry more. I eat and cry for a few more minutes. I hate being pregnant, already. I never cry this much. This dog done set me up for failure. But just wait on it, I got something for his ass.

I notice the woman, who I believe to be the owner of this shop, eyeballing me. I also notice a few drug friendly transactions occur during my time here. To a normal person, it just looks like customers are receiving cupcakes with their orders, but I know a drug transaction when I see one.

I try not to make too much eye contact, but the owner keeps looking in my direction. I think she may be worried I peeped her game. I can give two fucks though. Tre would be pissed to know that someone is selling drugs in his hood though. But fuck him.

He is already on a scavenger hunt to find out who is killing all these niggas around town. This would definitely send him over the edge.

The owner approaches my table.

"Hi, are you okay?" She asks me with a radiant smile.

"Yes," I lie.

"Listen honey. I noticed you have been here for a while. I also see that you have been crying. I just want to make sure you are truly alright. Maybe I can help, or lend an ear. I am judgment free, I promise," She sits across from me.

I look her in the eyes and see a genuine look of concern. I cry more.

"It's alright honey," She grabs my hands, "My name is Monica. Talk to me. I own this establishment. I strive to make sure all of my customers leave happy. I don't care if TLC is not the reason you are upset. It's still my job to brighten up your day. Would you like another slice of cheesecake? It's on the house."

I nod my head and dry my eyes. I feel like a child. This fucking baby is going to be the death of me. The mention of cheesecake has changed my entire mood though. This little person inside me is a fat ass already. I need to go see a doctor soon, to find out just how far along I am.

Monica gets me another slice of cheesecake and I feel so much better. I feel like myself again. I also feel like figuring out what Max was telling me, about Tre finding a way to move his shit in a legit way.

Why didn't he tell me? He must not trust me. He better be glad he didn't either. I will find out. Or Max will. She plans to fuck the information out of Donte. With a body like hers, I believe she has that ability.

Monica returns with my desert. I feel appreciated by the gesture of kindness. How can I tell a complete stranger, how I feel hurt?

"Here you go," She places the plate, and a new fork, in front of me.

I look at her and say, "Thank you."

"No problem. What's going on?

I decide to vent to her to clear my head, "I just found out my boyfriend, of two years, has been cheating on me."

She looks sad for me, "Oh dear, I am sorry to hear that."

"Me too. I just found out that I'm pregnant. The girl that he has been cheating with, just approached me in here. She was pregnant too by my boyfriend, but just got an abortion."

She is taken aback, "Wow. That is truly uneasy news. I can understand why you are saddened."

I say, "Yep. I'm kind of glad the girl told me so now I know. I plan to get him back."

"Are you sure you want to fight fire with fire?"

"I see you have a ring on your finger," I point to the exquisite piece of jewelry that decorates her ring finger, "...married?"

"Engaged," She corrects me.

"What would you do if you found out your fiancé was cheating on you for almost a year."

She drifts into her thoughts, "Okay, I understand why you are considering payback. I honestly cannot say what I would do because I am not in the situation myself."

"Yeah, so the girl he has been sleeping with, made a proposition for us to take control of the situation..."

"Are you going to involve yourself in it?" She questions.

I nod my head, "I've already taken down her number. The reason I am crying is because I'm pregnant, not because I'm sad. I am pissed. Two years with this man and this is how he plays me. But I am no fool. I have something for him."

"What do you plan to do?"

"Oh, it's already done. In due time, he is getting what he deserves."

She sits silently.

"I am Tasha by the way. I'm sorry. I'm just pouring my feelings on you without even saying who I am," I say to her.

"It's alright honey. It is very nice to meet you. I wish it were under better circumstances," She replies.

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"Um sure, why not?"

"Why are you selling drugs out of here? You seem like a really intelligent woman. Your food is delicious. Why jeopardize it?" I ask her, really curious as to why this nice woman is distributing.

I can tell she was not expecting my question.

"I'm sorry; I just noticed a few deals. I have been around the game long enough to notice it when I see it. I'm not the feds or anything. Honestly my soon to be ex is in the drug dealing game," I explain to her hoping to wipe the fear from off of her face.

"Well, I was not expecting that."

"I shouldn't be prying in your business like that. Curiosity just got the best of me," I apologize to her.

"No, you're good. To be honest, it was my only route. My fiancé is a part of that mess. When my business was starting to fail I agreed to sign a deal with him. He provides me with extra staff and I'll provide legitimacy for him," She explains to me.

So, her fiancé is also a drug dealer. I wonder if Tre and Donte know that her man is making moves. Hell, they may even try to kill the poor man.

I decide to warn her, "So, I will let you know since you are such a beautiful soul, my ex and his friend are something like kings around here. They are actually on a hunt to find out who else is dispensing goods out here. They are murderers. You may want to warn your fiancé."

She looks worried.

"I don't want to scare you. But if they come here, or if anyone that works for them does, and they notice what I noticed, this place could be lit up," I tell her honestly.

"I don't want any drama in my bakery. I just want to run this place appropriately and raise my kids. I do not need the additional drama," I notice the displeased tone she now uses.

"I understand. I just wanted to let you know. How old are your kids?" I ask, feeling bad at the thought of something happening to this mother.

"They are two and four."

"Aww, that's so adorable. Boys? Girls?"  
She replies, "Both."

I think about my tiny human growing inside of me, "Is your fiancé the dad of both?"

"Yes, he is. We have been together for almost five years," She states to me.

"Well keep him safe. At least you have a loving man that has stood by your side faithfully," I say, feeling a little bit bad for myself.

"It's okay honey. Don't even worry about it. You will overcome this challenging time. I have had my share of heartache growing up. I am still struggling right now," She tries to make me feel better.

"Thanks," I simply say.

"I will be right back. Let me just go and check on my staff," Monica rises from the table and goes back to the counter.

I think about how I let myself stay with this idiot of a man for so long then I remind myself that I am a strong woman and Tre will regret ever dating me.

I knew something was up. He would be out all night and gone all day. I have been hurt enough to know when something is going on, but I chose to ignore it and stick it out. I'm more upset with myself for having feelings for this man. But they won't last.

My father use to be the royalty in my hometown back in Atlanta. I have always gone after kingpins. It is in my blood. I was literally built this way. I finally settled with Tre being my man only for him to turn out to be worthless. I know enough from my pops to know how to hit where it really hurts. Taking his kingdom down is like snatching his balls from his body.

I know enough to know that payback's a bitch too. I text Max:

Hey

She responds back immediately:

Wassup?

I text:

How the plan comin'?

She responds:

I'm 'bout 2 go to his house now

I text her:

Okay. Let me know when it's done. I'm ready for war.

I place my phone down when I see Monica heading back towards me.

She sits down, "You okay?"

"Yes, I am good."

"So, what do you plan on doing now? Sitting here with me all day?" She laughs.

"If I could," I laugh back.

"Well if you want to help out around here, you are more than welcome," She offers.

I'm not sure if she just offered me a job but, with what I have planned, I may need it later. I say, "No, I'm going to get out of here soon."

"Okay, can I get you anything else?" She asks getting up from the table once again.

"If you could get me Tre's head on a silver platter that would work," I laugh.

"Excuse me?"

I say, "Nothing. I was just saying how I want to kill my boyfriend for cheating."

"What did you say his name was?"

"Oh, I said Tre. Why, you met him before? Your fiancé probably even works for him for all we know," I say.

She stands there confused. Now I'm confused. What's up with this woman?

"My fiancé is Tre."

My mouth drops all the way to the floor.

"Come again?" I say.

"My fiancé's name is Tre." She describes him and gives me his information.

I am all the way pissed, "Are you telling me Tre was also cheating on me with you?"

"Honey, I am telling you that Tre has been cheating on me with you," She stares blankly into space.

We just entered the motherfucking twilight zone.

13: MAXimum Success

Donte

The bullshit Tre allowed, the jawn Amber to do, just ain't sitting right with me. This nigga let her run up on us and watch what the fuck we were doing. He is getting so fucking sloppy.

I am livid. I am the one who was beating that nigga. If shit hit the fan she is going to point my ass out. He needs to get control of his hoes before I have to. I don't mean no disrespect for the women since they don't know any better, but fuck that.

They are running loose. I need Tre to get his head right. I'm downstairs cleaning up a fucking body while he is fucking the bitch that is a witness. How does that even make sense to him? I can't deal.

I need to take his crown from him. These women will be the death of him, and I do not want all that I have worked for to get caught in the crossfire.

I am in my room thinking about how I am going to execute my plan. I need to make moves. Tre has to go. I don't need him dead or no nut shit like that, but I do need to get him out of the way. I just have to figure out how I am going to do it. I need to convince him that I am better off holding this shit down. I gotta make it seem like its temporary. That nigga would never willing hand his power over to me.

We have been friends long enough for me to know how egotistical Tre can be. He feeds off of the power he has. He feels superior and shit, but he lacks the true mindset of a boss. I may come across as evil for killing so many people with no remorse but that's what I have to do. I have to make sure everyone knows I'm not one to play with.

To be honest, Tre has never killed anyone in his life. He is too pussy. I always have to do his dirty work and clean up his mess. I am tired of babysitting his ass.

That shit back at the spot did not sit well with me, and I do intend to tell him. I will hold off, for now, though.

I've recently started flipping for the nigga that has been dropping bodies. Tre doesn't know. I had to get on the inside to find out who is who. I met with my nigga the other day at a warehouse. He hooked me up with one of the packages that was dropped, and the information needed to make the drop. I did it and got more instructions. We have to abide by his rules before he lets us move solo. I figured either I can take over Tre's shit or team up with the nigga in charge of the other team. Either way I am sick of Tre's shit. He really is working to fuck up all of our shit. No time to be messy with steep competition.

I hear a knock at my door.

I go to the front to see who it is. There stands Maxine's fine ass. All I can do is shake my head. This nigga still has his females coming to my house checking for him. I'm tired of the shit.

I must admit though, Max is looking like a snack! I swing open the door, "What's up Max?"

"Where is Tre?" She asks me, looking into the house.

"He out. I don't know. Call his phone."

She says, "I tried but I haven't been able to get in contact with him. Are you going to let me in or leave me out here? It's a little cold."

I respond, "Well he ain't here Max so you may as well come back."

I can see how disappointed she is.

"Okay listen, you can come in and chill until he gets back. You can watch TV or some shit," I tell her and open the door wider to let her in.

"You sure?" She asks.

"Yea, it's cool. Come on."

She walks inside. My house stays warm, so she takes off her jacket, "Can I hang this in the closet?"

My eyes almost fall out of their damn sockets. I don't know what Tre be talking about; Maxine is the fucking definition of flawless. I watch her as she hangs her jacket in my closet. Her ass is so fat and immense. The body on this woman is fucking astonishing.

She has on this long ass silk-like gown, that looks like chocolate milk. I see every curve of her body. I feel my dick growing. It has been a long time since a woman has distracted me from my goals. Max is doing some serious damage in that fucking dress.

Damn. Her leg is also out. I can almost see her pussy when she walks- Or at least I wish I could. The split is making my mouth water. She turns to face me, and I am blessed with her beauty.

"Here you go," I hand her the remote after I snap out of the trance she lost me in.

"Thank you."

I start to walk back to my room to leave the temptation in the living room.

"Donte?"

I turn to Max, "Yes?"  
"Can I ask you something?"

"Wassup, Max?" I ask.

She begins, "Do you find me attractive?"

I look at her sideways and a lump fills my throat. I did not see that coming. I want to tell her she is the epitome of my dreams, but I say nothing.

She continues, "I ask because, I keep chasing Tre who does not even want me, and I am starting to believe it is because I am not pretty enough."

Are you fucking serious right now? This nigga really be fucking with these women's self-esteem like this? My boy is a dog. I say, "You aren't ugly, Max."

"But I'm not attractive?" She says back and bows her head.

I would think she knows she is the baddest jawn a nigga could fuck with but she's seriously sitting here pouting for a nigga that does not give a fuck about her. What is wrong with women? This may be why I am single now. Most good women mess with fuck boys. I may get my hands dirty, but I treat my woman like a queen when I have one.

I realize I haven't responded so I hurry and say, "You are beyond attractive Maxine and Tre my nigga but, he blind as fuck for not seeing how beautiful you are." I did not think that through. This is why I was trying to go to my room.

"You think I am really beautiful Donte?" She asks smiling. She is definitely fucking gorgeous. She fucked up by messing with Tre. She can do so much better.

"Yea. Fuck all that sad shit. Tre thinks you are bad too, otherwise he wouldn't be fucking with you. Trust me," I tell her the truth. Tre may not see her beauty as I do but he definitely thinks she's bad.

"Tre is a dog," She mutters.

I can't even disagree. I ask her, "What's really up Max? You came here all dolled up and you asking me if you are pretty and shit? You a strong ass independent woman. What has gotten into you?"

She looks at me with her striking brown eyes, "I came here to try and wow Tre but now I realize, it's a waste of time. It was going to be my last attempt to get his attention before I move on. I don't want to be anyone's number two."

I want to give her a round of applause for finally getting rid of Tre's ass. I hope he doesn't come back over here.

Matter of fact, let me text him:

Yo bro?

He replies:

Yes sir?

I text:

Wya

Tre replies:

Still out Glassboro. Imma be back that way later.

I don't waste time replying. I'm still pissed he is still fucking that girl after the shit her young ass pulled.

"Well I don't think Tre is coming back any time soon. I just got a message saying he won't be back 'til tonight," I inform her.

She sighs, "I just wanted to spend time with someone. I was home alone so I thought I could drop by and hang out with him."

I think before I respond, "I mean you can chill out here for a little bit. I ain't doing shit for the rest of the day."

Her eyes light up. I can tell she is happy to not be alone. She exclaims, "Really?!"

"Yea, it ain't nothing. We can order some food or some shit. I'm too lazy to cook."

"Okay. You don't understand how much this means to me Donte. I'm just having a rough day."

I can tell, so I ask, "What happened?"

"I'd rather not even talk about it."

I leave it at that.

We watch some random ass movie that she picked out. I'm not really a movie person but it was low key funny. I love the way she laughs. Fuck. I love the way she smells.

I do my best to keep my dick in my pants. This is Tre's girl. Well, one of them. Apart of me wants to say fuck it and shoot my shot though. Max puts her exposed leg up to her chest. Doing so revealed her ass, and the attempt I made to keep my dick from rising becomes futile.

"I'm sorry," She says and puts her leg down, she is looking at my pants.

My dick is ten inches when it is solid. I can't help it. I am 6'2 with a thick long package to match my physique. Tre is a pretty boy type of nigga. I am more of a jagged type of nigga. You can see my past all over my body. I am big- muscle mass that is. I stay in the gym. I need to have the upper hand when dealing with murderers.

I look at my dick then at her. I apologize, "I'm sorry. I can't help myself though. I will be real with you. You came over here looking edible as fuck. I been trying to keep this nigga from coming out since you walked in. It's nothing you did. You are just fucking stunning Maxine."

I see her beaming. She moves closer to me. She places her hand on my dick and whispers, "I am glad you feel the same as me."

My fucking goodness this woman is insane. I want to stop her out of respect for Tre but, fuck that nigga. He treats her like she doesn't mean shit anyways.

Max gropes my shit then licks my neck. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. She climbs on top of me. Her breasts are in my face. They are barely held by the silk dress she is wearing. She is braless. I uncover them. Fucking perfect. I take her nipples into my mouth gently and maneuver from one breast to the other. I am looking at her as I do it. She smiles.

I bring her face to mine and kiss her. Her lips taste like brown sugar. I suck her bottom lip and she moans. I grab her by the back of her neck and pull her closer. I have wanted to experience her for a long time now. I want to show her that all niggas ain't dogs.

She uses both her hands to grab my face and pull me deeper into the mesmerizing kiss. My dick is getting even harder. I thought it was as hard as it could get. I guess not. I can feel her juices flowing onto my sweatpants. My cock is poking her through them.

"Let me taste you," I say to her, flipping her off of me and onto the couch.

Without permission I center my head between her thighs. I lightly blow on her hot cat. The fact that she has on this dress and no panties makes it easy for me to reach my destination.

Her pussy is chocolate. I spread the lips apart and inside is as pink as cotton candy. I hope it tasted just as sweet. I pull the hood of her clitoris back exposing her clit. I flick my thick tongue over it and watch as her body responds.

I press her body down with my hand to keep her from arching. I rest my palm on her belly in case I have to gain control again. Still holding her hood back with my other hand, I lick fast but steadily. I draw circles on her clit. Her body follows my movements. Her moans are sexy and high pitched. It encourages me to go harder.

I wrap my lips around her exposed clit ball and begin to suck it fast and gently. When I do, she goes insane. I take a moment to suck up her nectar. I roll my big tongue over her pussy clearing up anything that's streamed out of her.

"Fuck!"

Her body jerks uncontrollably. Her insides pulsate, and she moans so loud, my neighbors probably hear her. I eat her pussy until she erupts. My beard is moisturized by her juices. I love the way her pussy tastes. I could eat it for hours if my tongue game wasn't so strong.

I pull my sweats and shirt off. She removes her gown. Her body is astonishing. Fucking incredible. I shake my head and prepare to enjoy the feel of her.

I climb on top of her and I reach for the condoms I know are in the vase on top of the table. Tre leaves them there. I rip one open and put it on. I ease my way inside of her. Her pussy is so fucking rich. I want to nutt after only a few strokes. I change my pace, so I can enjoy the moment.

She starts calling my name, "Donte!"

That shit is a turn on. I keep everything tender yet violent. I like to mix the soft caring vibe with the rough dominate vibe. I want her to feel that I can be gentle and still in control. I add the aggression when necessary.

Finally, I am about to bust but she moves before I can. Before I could even figure out what she was doing she ripped the condom off and swallowed my dick whole. I stood up and she never lost her grip on me. I can feel the back of her throat. It is tight. I nut harder than I ever have, and she accepts everything I eject. This woman is amazing. That was some sexy shit.

I lie on the couch to catch my breath. She wipes her face and checks her phone.

"Fuck, I have to go!" She exclaims throwing her clothes back on hastily.

"You good?" I ask trying to figure out what is going on.

"Yes, I'm sorry it's important," She collects her jacket from the closet and flies out of the door.

I stand in my living room speechless. What the fuck just happened?
14: Love Square

Monica

"Can I ask you something personal?" The woman, Tasha, asks me. I had just met her moments before.

"Um sure, why not?" I respond.

Tasha was at one of my tables sobbing, so I took the liberty to see if she was alright. She told me about her boyfriend cheating on her with another woman and that she and the other woman are teaming up to get revenge on the guy. I couldn't imagine being in her shoes. I would probably try to kill Tre if he ever did something like that to me. I don't know. Since she was open with me about her problems I figure I can probably answer whatever she wants to know.

She asks me, "Why are you selling drugs out of here? You seem like a really intelligent woman. Your food is delicious. Why jeopardize it?"

I thought she was going to ask me about Tre or something like that. She was just asking me about my relationship. How did she even see what was going on in the shop? I make sure that everything is as discreet as possible.

"I'm sorry; I just noticed a few deals. I have been around the game long enough to notice it when I see it. I'm not the feds or anything. Honestly, my soon to be ex is in the drug dealing game," She explains to me.

"Well, I was not expecting that," I tell her honestly. I guess she already knows what's going on, so I may as well be honest. She seems like a good person.

"I shouldn't be prying in your business like that. Curiosity just got the best of me."

"No, you're good. To be honest, it was my only route. My fiancé is a part of that mess. When my business was starting to fail I agreed to sign a deal with him. He provides me with extra staff and I'll provide legitimacy for him," I inform her.

What she says next throws me off again, "So, I will let you know since you are such a beautiful soul; my ex and his friend are something like kings around here. They are actually on a hunt to find out who else is dispensing goods out here. They are murderers. You may want to warn you fiancé."

I thought Tre was a kingpin or something. Who else is out here? I doubt they will get to Tre, but I do know that he and Donte will be pissed to know someone is looking for them. I know Tre doesn't kill people, but Donte is a different person.

"I don't want to scare you, but if they come here, or anyone that works for them does, and they notice what I noticed; this place could be lit up," She takes me out of my thoughts.

"I don't want any drama in my bakery. I just want to run this place appropriately and raise my kids. I do not need the additional drama," I tell her, beginning to regret allowing Tre into my workplace.

"I understand. I just wanted to let you know. How old are your kids?" She changes the subject.

"They are two and four," I tell her. I do not need anything happening to Tre because I will end up being a single mother just like Tasha. After all that I have been through growing up, that's the last thing I want for my children. On the other hand, I am fully capable of taking care of my babies on my own if need be.

"Aw that's so adorable. Boys? Girls?"  
I tell her, "Both."

Next, she asks me "Is your fiancé the dad of both?" I know most women have numerous fathers for their children, but I refuse to be one of those women. Thank goodness, I have Tre and I don't want any more children.

I say, "Yes he is. We have been together for almost five years."

"Well keep him safe. At least you have a loving man that has stood by your side faithfully," She says, having no idea that Tre is the boogieman to most of the men around here. I can tell she is hurt because she is losing her boyfriend. I feel bad for her.

"It's okay honey. Don't even worry about it. You will overcome this challenging time. I have had my share of heartache growing up. I am still struggling right now," I attempt to lighten her heavy heart.

"Thanks," She replies.

"I will be right back. Let me just go and check on my staff," I say to her.

I was so busy talking to her that I almost forget I was running a business. I don't necessarily need to check on them, but I like to know the goings and coming of this place. With the new people here I, want to be assured that everything is going as planned.

I walk up to the new guy, Anthony, and ask him, "How are things going?"

"It's all cool. I make sure the men with me separate your money from Tre's. I have everything under control as far as Tre's business goes."

I tell him, "Well, can you make it more discreet?"

He looks at me confused.

"Someone informed me earlier that they noticed your dealings and I do not need any drama arising in here."

"Okay, I got you."

"Thank you," I say.

I check my phone and still don't see any messages from Tre. I know he said he would be gone for the day, but I am tempted to call him and let him know about the information Tasha had gave me.

I decide against it and collect my thoughts. I want to check on Tasha one last time since I told her I would be back to finish our conversation. She looks better than when I first approached her.

I take a seat at the table once more, "You okay?"

"Yes, I am good," She replies.

"So, what do you plan on doing now? Sitting here with me all day?" I laugh, trying to find out how long she will be here, so we can depart.

She laughs, "If I could," She says.

"Well, if you want to help out around here, you are more than welcome," I say unsure what to say to her last remark.

She denies and says, "No I am going to get out of here soon."

I am thankful because I don't want to just leave her here after the conversation we just had, "Okay, can I get you anything else?"

She replies, "If you could get me Tre's head on a silver platter, that would work."

I don't think I heard her correctly, so I ask, "Excuse me?"

"Nothing. I was just saying how I want to kill my boyfriend for cheating."

She isn't telling me what I need to know so I ask her, "What did you say his name was?"

"Oh, I said Tre. Why, you met him before? Your fiancé probably even works for him for all we know."

I feel my eye twitch, "My fiancé is Tre."

She is shocked. I know there is no way the same man she is saying is cheating on her, is cheating on me as well, with not one, but two different women! But I think about the fact that she said her man and his friend are dangerous drug dealers. That sounds like Tre and Donte. I also know Tre is missing right now handling "business."

"Come again?" She questions, like she didn't hear me the first time.

"My fiancé's name is Tre." I tell her he is 5'11, big lips, and tell her about his scars. I also give her his full name.

I see the fire burning in her eyes, "Are you telling me Tre was also cheating on me with you?"

"Honey, I am telling you that Tre has been cheating on me with you," I correct her. I cannot even fathom how this man could do this to me. I am livid.

She angles her head and says, "There is no fucking way."

I shake my head. Just a few moments before I was being a listening ear for a sobbing woman caught in a love triangle. But, come to find out, it's a square and I've been a point the entire time.

I start thinking about what I want to do to him, what I want to say, and what is going to happen to my business? I usually don't curse or speak out of the context of proper English, but shit just got real.

"This nigga is a true fucking dog! I am sorry to do to you what the woman I was telling you about just did to me. I had no idea. I definitely did not know he was engaged and already has children!" She bangs her first onto the table.

I am thinking about the things I want to do to this motherfucker. I trusted him with my heart, our children, and my bakery. This man has tampered with my entire life.

"Are you okay?" Tasha asks me. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I did not respond to her apology.

I nod my head and say, "What is the plan?"

She looks at me confused.

"I want to know what you and his other mistress intend on doing. I want to be a part of it. I have wasted almost five years with this man. I have given him children and a piece of my business. I want to inflict the same pain on him that he has inflicted on me," I say to her, trying to keep myself from yelling.

She smiles from ear to ear, "Now we know what you would do if you were in my shoes."

"I guess we do."

"You turned out to be the key Max and I were looking for all along," She says to me.

"What do you mean?" I ask. I assume that Max is the other woman in on the plan.

"We were trying to find out where Tre was conducting business. We knew that he was doing it somewhere different and managed to make himself legit. Now we know that it's right here in TLC," She waves her hands in the area of the register.

I look around and check quickly but have to clarify, "So you guys intended on figuring out where Tre was moving his product? And then what?"

"Take it down," She confirms my fear.

"This is my business though. I worked hard to build this, and I do not want to lose everything because of Tre. There has to be something else."

"I just texted Max. She was going to meet up with Tre's best friend, Donte, to try to get the information out of him. We won't need to mess with your bakery though, now that you are on our team. You just made this whole thing a lot easier. I also know a few people that will pick up where Tre left off, if you still need help or money when all of this is done."

I think about her offer. I do not want to have this man's name on my business, so I am glad I never signed the contracts to make it officially legit.

"I'm in," I say.

"Good. Max is on her way now."

"Let's not meet in here. Tre has too many of his guys here right now and I don't want anyone telling him what's going on."

She agrees and asks, "Okay, do you have any suggestions?"

"Tre is gone for the day and so are my kids. We can meet at my house. You can follow me if you like and text Max the address," I propose.

"That works for me."

We leave after I say goodbye to my staff and tell Mariah she is in charge for the day. Tasha follows me to my home; I had given her the address to send to Max who is now on her way as well.

We reach my house and go inside. A few minutes later Max is knocking at the door. Her body looks like a coca cola bottle. She is not nearly as attractive as Tasha or me, but I can see what Tre saw in her. Actually, I don't know why I am even thinking about what Tre saw in any of us. What he did was foul.

I guide them to my dining room, where we all take a seat at the table. Time to talk.

"I am Max, I have been sleeping with Tre for the last nine months or so..." Max introduces herself.

"I am Monica. I have been with Tre for the last five years basically, and we are engaged with two children. We also live together," I do my introduction.

"That's funny because he lives with me as well. Like I told both of you, we have been together for two years and I am currently pregnant with his child. The child I thought would be his first," Tasha states.

We all shake our heads in unison. Tre really has been sleeping around. He has three different relationships. I wouldn't be surprised if he has others.

"So, Max, what do you have planned. I run the bakery, TLC, that you met Tasha in. Tre is using my place as a cover for his dealings. I was told you guys want to mess up his money flow. I am willing to help as long as my business stays up and running," I fill her in on what I know and what I want.

"Perfect! I wish I would have known sooner. I wouldn't have had to sleep with Donte," She says. Now I am confused.

"I tried to text you before you did, but you didn't get back to me until late," Tasha responds.

"I was already doing the dirty work and didn't check my phone unil things happened. But I will say, Donte may not be all for Tre as he might seem. It seems like he knows about all of us and does not even agree with what Tre was doing. He did not say that exactly, but he definitely hinted at it."

I ask, "So what does that mean?"

"It may be easier than we thought to bring Tre to his knees, now that we are all on the same team. Having Donte on the fence, about Tre, makes things a lot easier. Donte is the real dangerous one out of the two," Max explains.

"Good shit. Let's make this nigga hurt. Max, I guess you fucking with Donte might pay off after all," Tasha says.

"He is calling me, what should I do?" I ask looking at my phone.

"You are busy. He should understand. Call him after we get this plan going. Right now, Fuck him. He's out of town anyways, probably with another bitch," Max says irritated.

"Oh, he called me on the way here, but I didn't answer because I was driving. I also didn't want to speak to his ass," Tasha chimes in.

I let the voicemail answer the call.

"Yea he texted me trying to apologize for going missing, but I ignored it. I was with Donte anyway, who told me he was MIA until tonight. My thing is, you supposed to be conducting business with Donte so what else could he be doing? He isn't with us so there must be another bitch. Fuck him," Max says to us.

I have the, Tre hate squad in my house right now. He picked the wrong group of women to mess around on. Tasha and Max both seem to be determined and intelligent. We start getting down to business.

15: Switch Up

Tre

Tasha's number goes to voicemail. I have been trying to check in on my ladies since the shit that went down with Amber. I can't get a hold of anyone. I am currently with Amber because Donte left after I took her upstairs.

I ended up catching a ride with Deon and Amber. I know I have to make sure Amber doesn't say anything about what she saw anyways. I also have to make sure Deon stays quiet.

I go back into the dorm room.

"Everything okay babe?" Amber asks me.

"Yeah it's all good."

I have not been able to get this girl off of me since we made it to her school. She was already a little clingy, but this shit is in the way. I told Donte I would be back at his crib a little later because we still have to make some more moves.

I know he's pissed about what happened with Amber, and I know he still killed the nigga that he was beating. He probably went to dispose of the body but did not come back to scoop me up when the shit was done. That nigga stay in his bag about some shit. Always tryna tell me how to handle my women. He is single as fuck, so I know he just hates. I took Monica from him, and he will not get over the shit.

Granted, Amber did fuck shit up earlier, but it wasn't as bad as it seemed. We were gonna slaughter that nigga anyways. Donte said he wanted to drop bodies, so it is what it is.

I look over at Deon who is still eyeballing me. I don't know why this bitch hates me so much. Even before today she's always given me the cold shoulder. Maybe she is just jealous that Amber has me. I would fuck the shit out of her though, if she was with it. Her small ass can absolutely get it.

"You good, Deon?" I ask her.

She rolls her eyes and turns away from me. Oh well, she will be iight. Amber is staring at me like a creep. I don't think she realizes how bad she looks right now. But I have to make sure all is well before I get out of here.

"Amber let's go grab some snacks from downstairs," I say, trying to get her away from Deon.

"I have snacks under my bed," She begins to pull out a bin from underneath her bed.

"No, I don't want that stuff. I want something different." She is so simple.

"Oh okay, Deon you want to come?" She asks.

I want to slap her in the back of the head, but luckily Deon says, "Nah, I'm good off that."

"Let's go babe."

We make our way down stairs and soon as we get there I say, "Listen, I need to know you and Deon are not going to tell anyone about what y'all saw or who I am."

"Huh," She turns to me.

"I said, I need to know that you and Deon are not going to tell anyone about who I am, what I do, or what y'all saw."

"Why would we do that?" She asks me with an attitude.

I say, "I don't know if you noticed but, Deon does not like me. Who knows what she will say or do?"

"Deon knows how I feel about you Tre. She would never do anything to hurt me," She walks towards the vending machines.

"That's you. What happens if we breakup?"

"Why would we break up Tre? Are you trying to tell me something?" She asks looking hurt and confused.

I swear this girl is becoming less and less attractive. I know she cannot be this annoying all the time. This is the longest I have spent with her. She acts her age without a doubt. I am so use to going home to one of my grown women, I didn't notice how naïve Amber can be.

To avoid an unnecessary argument I say, "No babe. I am just trying to be sure that no matter what; my secret is safe between the two of you."

She nods her head, "Yes, it is. Don't worry about it. But I almost forgot! I got you something!"

"What is it?"

She pulls out a box. She opens it and reveals the chain inside.

"You got this for me?"

She replies, "Yes babe!"

I take the chain out of the box. She has no idea that I do not like jewelry, so I will accept the gift and wear it a few times around her. I say, "Thank you so much baby girl."

"Try it on!" She exclaims.

I unhook the chain and she assists me with putting it on.

She jumps up and down, "Oh, it's so perfect!"

I can't even see it, but I say, "This is dope shawty. Thank you."

"You are welcome baby. What snacks do you want?"

I pick some random shit and she gets it for me with her school ID. I really need to make sure Deon keeps her mouth shut. I will probably do it when Amber goes to class.

"What time is your class?" I ask her.

"I have class in like 10 minutes. Are you going to wait for me?" She pleads.

"No doubt. I got you. It's a three-hour jawn right?" I ask to see how much time I will have to talk some fear into Deon.

Amber replies, "No, it's only forty-five minutes. I have this class two times a week."

Damn. Well actually that will be enough time. "Ok, that's even better," I lie.

"Goody! I hope you can stay the night. It will be the first time we spend the entire day together."

"I can't. I still have to find out who is fucking with my men. I just wanted to make sure my baby girl was okay," I say to her.

She pouts, "Aww okay, well at least I got to spend majority of the day with you. Have you heard from Donte yet?"

"Oh yea, he asked when I would be back out there earlier, I told him later tonight. We have some moves to make," I explain.

She smiles and says, "Good."

I smile as well. I know she is wondering about Donte since he left me earlier, but I know that nigga will be iight. He always gets over shit.

"Let's head upstairs." I recommend.

We go back to the room where Deon is, now in her pajamas, watching something on her laptop with headphones in her ear.

"I can't wait to see you later," Amber says to me happily.

"I will be right here waiting for you baby girl."

She is overly excited. It's all good though because I need her to be on my team. I don't trust her fully and I definitely don't trust Deon.

I watch her gather a few items she for her class. She picks up some books and papers. I don't know if I could do this college shit. They got niggas reading text books and shit.

I bought all of Amber's books this semester. That shit is expensive. Why does she need $700 worth of books that she's only gonna use for a few months? College is a damn scam. I saved Donte ass.

Deon is still watching her movie, but I peep her looking up us. She ain't low. I can tell she is waiting for Amber to leave. I will choke the shit out of this little girl if she says anything outta pocket to me.

Finally, Amber kisses me and leaves. I already know Deon has something to say. I pretend she is not in the room though. I have a seat at Amber's desk and turn on the TV. If she wants to pretend to be watching something on her laptop, I will follow suite.

Just as expected, she speaks, "What you did was wrong."

"Huh?" I look at her.

"You let your boy kill that dude while you were getting your dick wet," She tells me.

"Excuse me?" I say to make sure I heard her correctly. She got me fucked up.

"Are you deaf or something? Any other day you are trying your hardest to make conversation with me but today you can't hear," She spits.

"I heard what you said but I don't think I was meant to hear you." I am two seconds away from slapping her up and down this room.

"You do not intimidate me Tre. I'm not Amber. I see past your bullshit and I know what's really good."

"Is that right?" I ask

"That's exactly right," She says, and I stand up.

She stands also, "I know that you don't handle any of the real work. I know your nigga is the real boss between you two. I know that you are too pussy to handle a real woman. I know that's why you fuck with Amber. I also know that if I told you I want to show you what my mouth do, you would be to pussy to let me.

I quickly take her hair in my hands and say, "Come again?"

"You heard me."
16: What's Done in the Dark

Deon

I sit and wait for Amber to leave for class. She is so foolish, and dick whipped over this guy. I have been thinking since we left Camden. The only way I am going to get her off of him, is to prove his is a no-good cheating ass nigga.

Amber has been cheated on a few times before, so I know she doesn't bang with them niggas. The problem is, the only way I will be able to prove that Tre ain't shit is to have her catch him in the act.

I thought that when we went to Camden, that's exactly what we would find but on the fucking contrary. This nigga is some drug lord, or some shit and this dumb broad doesn't seem to care.

I watched Donte beat that nigga some more before I bounced. Then I saw him toss his body in the trunk of his car before Amber finally came out. This girl smelled like sex. She fucked the nigga she just saw assist in beating a dude to death. She deadass needs to get her shit together.

These Jersey females are different. I wish I would find out my man has been lying to me, all while I'm trusting his ass. Hell no. But again; she's different.

I do need to get my girl back though because, he is the devil. And the devil is a motherfucking lie if he thinks he is gonna fuck with my friend and get away with it, he has another thing coming. I will risk my friendship to save my friendship. All dogs like meat.

If the answer is to seduce that man, I will do just that. I hope he plans on staying while Amber is in class because I've got something for his ass. I have never met a man that can resist my little ass.

Amber grabs her books for class and kisses Tre goodbye. I pretend to be watching my movie, but I am watching his every move. I watch as he sits at her desk and starts eating a bag of chips. He flips on the TV.

Now is my chance, "What you did was wrong."

"Huh?" He looks at me.

"You let your boy kill that dude while you were getting your dick wet," I say.

"Excuse me?"

"Are you deaf or something? Any other day you are trying your hardest to make conversation with me but today you can't hear," I roll my eyes and shut my laptop.

"I heard what you said but I don't think I was meant to hear you," He says in a low but aggressive tone.

"You do not intimidate me Tre. I'm not Amber. I see past your bullshit and I know what's really good."

"Is that right?"

"That's exactly right," I reply.

He stands up and is much taller than I am, but I stand as well, "I know that you don't handle any of the real work. I know your nigga is the real boss between you two. I know that you are too pussy to handle a real woman. I know that's why you fuck with Amber. I also know that if I told you that I want to show you what my mouth does, you would be to pussy to let me," I throw a curveball at him.

He grabs me by my hair and snatches me up, "Come again?"

I boldly say, "You heard me."

He uses the grip he has on my hair to bring my face so close to him that I can feel his breathe on my lips, "Do not fuck with me Deon. I will have your little ass dreading the moment you opened up your mouth to me."

I smirk, "I will having you love the day I opened up my mouth for you."

He pushes me back over to my side of the room aggressively, turns me over, and bends me over my bed.

"Do you want me to fuck that bullshit out of you?" He asks me.

I nod. If he wasn't already fucking my best friend, I would actually be turned on by this shit. Amber always said he was gentle and sweet. Maybe it's because he is angry right now, but he is not gentle. I like it.

Needless to say, my goal remains the same. This nigga is a dog. I need to fuck his brains out, long enough for him to get caught in the act when Amber comes back. I know she will get over it in due time and I will tell her that he came on to me. I will let her know I let it happen to prove to her what was going on\- that Tre is not shit.

He points to my pajama pants and says, "Take these shits off."

I slide them off and my ass jiggles when I step out of them. I do not have panties on because I knew what was going to go down.

"You want me to show you how pussy I am?" He asks me, shoving his fingers into my thrusting wet pussy without warning. He locks both of my arms behind my back with one of his hands. The hand other is still pounding into my moist spot. It feels so right.

I arch my back when he starts going faster. My face is now mushed into the sheets on the bed. He still has my arms behind my back.

"What was all that shit you were talking Deon?" He asks.

"You have not proved a thing Tre!" I yell trying my best not to give him the satisfaction of moaning.

He slips his fingers out of me and single handedly drops his pants to his ankles. I glance back. The man is packing. It has been a little bit since I've had sex, so I know my shit is tippy tight.

Tre powerfully jams his dick inside me. I jump. He pulls my arms back to reposition me. From there he really begins to fuck the shit out of me. His dick is hitting every wall I have. I can't hold back my moans any longer.

I scream at the top of my lungs. He is fucking me, literally, into a coma and I cannot stop it.

Just when I am about to cum, he says, "Fuck that."

He pushes me on my bed and flips me onto my back. He lift my leg in the air, forcing me onto my side. He puts my tiny leg on his shoulder while kneeling on the bed, and slides his penis back into my opening. Fuck.

I stretch my leg over his shoulder more. He grips my ass with one of his hands and lifts me off of the bed. I am now in the air, being held up by him with one fucking hand. This shit is the fuck amazing.

It almost feels like his dick has gotten longer in this new position. As if he is working out, he slides my body on and off his shirt. I feel like I am going to nutt all over him and my floor. I scream louder then find myself screaming his name.

Once again, right before I can get mine, he pulls out. He knocks everything off of my desk and tosses me on top of it, into a sitting position. My legs spread wide as he re-enters me. My pussy literally is calling for him. I want him deeper. I hate him, but I love the dick he is slinging.

I try to grab his back and push him into me deeper, but he chokes me so fucking hard I think I may lose consciousness.

"You got something else to say?" He asks thrusting his dick so deep inside of me I begin to squirt. I have never in my life squirted. I still cannot breathe but I see, what looks like, water gushing from my cat.

He lets my neck go, almost satisfied with my bodies reaction to him and starts going faster and harder. I didn't even think that was possible. He is like a fucking beast. My eyes start to roll to the back of my head as I reach my peak. My pussy throbs like shit, on his erection, and he pulls out fast. He pulls my face to his dick and nutts all over my mouth. One part of me is offended and disgusted but the other is satisfied and turned on.

Just in time Amber walks in, "What the fuck!"

Tre looks at her and then back at me.

"Amber, I'm sorry!" I yell before she runs out of the room. I am a little embarrassed because I have semen all over my face.

"Fuck her," Tre says.

I look at him surprised.

"I want you. I like your mouth and you know how to take dick. That bitch is too clingy anyways," He explains.

I get my towel and wipe my face. Well my plan worked a little too well. Now he thinks I want him. At least I got him off of Amber. Mission fucking accomplished. I put my clothes back on then try to leave.

"Where do you think you are going?" Tre grabs my arm and stops me.

"To check on my friend," I answer.

"You don't give two fucks about her. If you did you wouldn't have been taking this dick, knowing that it was hers."

"I made a mistake," I say.

"I call bullshit."

"Call it what you want but let me go so I can catch her!" I try to steal my arm back.

"No, have a seat. We need to have a fucking talk," He pushes me back on the desk, pulls up his pants, and has a seat in the desk chair.

"About what Tre?"

He looks at me, directly in my eyes, "I need you to understand something. I don't get my hands dirty unless I have to. Donte kills when I tell him to, but I have no problem dropping a body. I will slaughter both you and Amber if I need to," He begins.

I swallow hard. I am not intimidated, but I am taking all of the information in.

He continues, "You also saw how Donte killed a nigga without blinking an eye. We are serious business men. If you fuck with my business, you will pay the repercussions. I recently had to drop a body out east. Young nigga. Didn't even know his name but he was in our territory selling shit and without question, Donte dropped his ass right in front of his boy and we drove off. Nobody knows shit.

We can have your family wondering what happened to you but never finding the answer..."

He continues to talk but his last statement has me at a loss. My mind drifts so far away, I no longer can hear Tre's threats. I replay his statement in my head over and over again. Donte killed my mother fucking brother.

I feel my heart sink into the pit of my stomach. I feel my fist ball up. I try to stay calm because I know that I need to call my sister, Taleah. We must get that nigga. Wait until I tell her I know who killed Antwan! I want to slice Tre open right fucking now.

I just gave my body to the man who gave the order for my brother to be killed. He is worse than I thought. Donte must go. Tre as well. I will avenge my brother and that be my word. I don't give a fuck about how Amber feels about this shit either. Fucking Tre came with more purpose than I even anticipated.

"Do you hear me Deon?" He snaps me out of my zone.

"Oh, I heard what I needed to hear," I reply.

He says, "Well we should not have any problems."

I don't say anything else. I walk out of the room and scoop up my phone on the way out. Amber will have to wait. I leave Tre in the room alone. Hopefully he is gone by the time I get back. I may have to kill him myself if he isn't. I am livid.

I call my sister. It goes to voicemail. I call another eight times back to back before she answers.

"What bitch! Why you blowing me up like this?" She spits into the phone.

"I found him," I say.

"Found who?"

"The motherfucker that killed Antwan!" I try to keep from crying.

"You found him! Who the fuck is this nigga!" Her anger meets mine.

"Amber's boyfriend and his best friend. The best friend is the one who shot him," I say to her.

"How the fuck did this happen?! That nigga has been in your face the entire time? How did you find out?" She interrogates me.

"He just told me. He threatened me and, without realizing it, told me that him and his boy are the reason Antwan is gone. He doesn't even feel bad about it sis! This nigga used our brother's death as a fucking threat!" I start crying before I know it.

"He fucking what? Oh, I'm going to kill these niggas! Where are you at?"

"I am still at school," I answer.

"And where the fuck is Amber?"

"She is pissed at me. I tried to prove that her boyfriend wasn't shit, and things went sour before I even found out about what he did," I tell her, not really wanting to say that I slept with Tre.

"Ard, fuck that bitch right now. Where is that nigga at? And where is his boy?" she asks me. I can hear that she is ready to snap.

"I left him in my room to call you. I think he left though. His friend is in Camden last I checked."

Next, she asks me, "What is their names? I have people in the area. I will get this shit handled."

"Tre and Donte. Donte is the one who killed him. I can give you the address. They are kingpins in CMD," I let her know they run Camden.

"Tre and Donte? Who the fuck was Amber dating?" She asks the strangest things at the strangest times.

"Tre," I reply.

"That's who Max was fucking with all this time!" She tells me. "Stay where you are at! I am coming to get you right now!"

Her best friend Max was fucking Amber's boyfriend? Amber's boyfriend is also best friends with the man who killed our brother? Small fucking world.

17: Plan B

Max

I just left Monica's house, finally, after a long night. I am going to Donte's house to get him on our team or get him out of the way. I didn't tell Monica or Tasha that I slightly like Donte. He treats me different. I know I went to his place with an agenda, but he showed me real affection. I want to see what that was about when I get there.

I park across the street from his place and knock on the door. I know he is home because his car is out front. Donte opens the door, looking fine as fuck. He is topless.

"Wow, you came back," He says.

I feel bad because I did run out when I got that message from Tasha. I didn't forget what my main goal was, so I needed to handle business. Now I am back to finish where I left off.

I am very much attracted to Donte, I need him. I need to get in the house to get to the rest of Tre's shit. I know he has cash and drugs inside so, somehow, it's my job to seduce him once again and clean Tre the fuck out.

I say, "I am sorry. I had to handle a few things. It was an emergency. I don't want you to think I was not satisfied because I was and then some. Thus, I came back."

He opens the door to let me inside. I am still in the same gown as earlier because I never went home to shower or change. I don't think I still smell like sex, but I probably do. I need to shower.

"Well thank you for coming back."

"Of course, can I please take a shower here? I have been ripping and running the streets," I ask him.

"Of course. Let me get you a towel and stuff." He gestures for me to follow him. He takes my jacket and hangs it in the closet. Next, he leads me to the bathroom. I stare in the mirror at myself as he goes to get the washcloth and things for me.

"I brought you some sweat pants and a t-shirt. I'm not sure if you wanted to put that dress back on or not but I figured you may want some clean and comfortable clothes," He tells me, placing the items on the lid of the toilet.

"Aw, thank you so much Donte. I really appreciate it. I definitely want to get out of these clothes."

"Well when you are all washed up I will be in the living room, okay?" he tells me.

"Okay."

I turn on the shower water. I have been here plenty of times, but this time feels different. Tre is such a dick head to me. He would never offer me anything to wear after a shower. Hell, half the time I don't even get to shower.

Tre typically just wants me to fuck and leave. So, if I do shower before sex, he does not want me to get dressed afterwards. He just wanted me to be fully nude, so he can have easy access to my body. I had to be whipped or something to even allow that. Sad part is, his dick wasn't even that good! It was good but not enough for me to let him treat me like shit. Fuck him.

I take off my dress and shoes then step into the water. It massages my skin. I love taking a hot shower because it feels like a sauna. I get to release all my stress and do a lot of thinking.

I know Donte id Tre's boy and I came to rob him of his loot, but I cannot help but to think how sweet he was. I don't think I am ugly at all, but I used that lie to get Donte's attention. I did not expect him to react the way he did either.

Then the sex was phenomenal. I can feel my pussy becoming wet just thinking about it. I want him. I know I have a job to do but damn. I don't think this through. I want to see what's up With Donte, but he is not even looking for a girl. He could turn out just like Tre dumb ass and I do not have the time for that. I may have to kill his ass if he moves anything like Tre. I don't even get why they are friends.

I wash my body. I find myself rubbing my cat a little longer than necessary. I need to get out this shower. I rinse my body off. I step out. I dry myself off and put on the clothes Donte left for me.

I am glad they fit. I don't have on any panties or a bra because I didn't have any to begin with. Even though I have on sweats and a plan tee my figure is still popping. I was blessed. Sometimes it is a curse though because I attract hoes like Tre.

I exit the bathroom and see Donte on the couch watching television. I take a seat next to him leaving my clothes on the toilet lid. I will have to put them back on later more than likely.

"All clean?" Donte ask.

"Yes, and I feel so much better."

"Well good," he responds.

"What are you watching?" I look at the TV.

"I don't even know I was just out here thinking."

"Thinking about what?"

"Just a bunch of shit. But that doesn't matter. What brings you by Max? I assume it's me, but you know what they say about assuming," he smirks.

"Well you aren't making an ass out of yourself sir," I smile back.

"Good. I would hope you were here for me and not Tre. That's bad," his smile fades.

"Only bad if I were his property," I reassure him.

"That's still my boy. I feel wrong for fucking with one of his girls."

"Well I am not his girl and he made that clear as day Donte. I am pussy to him. He will not give a damn if you are attracted to me. Well that's if you are of course," I turn away.

Donte takes my chin and turns me back toward him, "I am very much attracted to you Maxine."

If my skin wasn't so brown I would be blushing. I cannot hide the fact that he does something to me.

I reply, "So what are you waiting for?"

"Huh?" he scratches his head.

"Are you going to kiss me or..."

Donte scoots closer to me. He leans in and his lips greet mine. My body shivers and I feel at home. I get lost in him kiss. His lips are so thick. I love the way they feel on mine.

He breaks the kiss. We lock eyes. It almost feels like time has frozen and nothing else even matters. It's just me and him with no one else in the world. I wish that were true.

"What do you want from me Donte?" I break the silence.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what do you want from this? Sex?" I cast my eyes down.

"Max, I will me honest. I do not know what I want. I do know that I have never felt like this about a woman before in my life," he says honestly.

"...like what?"

"Like time stands still when I kiss you. Like my body belongs with your, like my soul is fighting to leave my body to connect with yours, like my brain is processing you as a drug and I need you or I will go into withdraw. Like...like...like I want to be with you for the rest of my life," Donte tries to explain his feeling to me.

I am once again taken by surprises. I did not think he felt that way. Hell, I didn't even know I felt the exact same way until he said it out loud. It's like he is in my head reading my thoughts from a book or something.

"Wow," is all I can manage.

"I know. It's some bitch shit."

"No that's not what I was thinking at all. It is actually the sweetest thing I have ever been told," I stare at him.

"It's the truth. My truth. I have been thinking about you. I mean, ever since Tre first introduced you I have wanted you. I love your beauty, your brains, and your body. You are a package. I don't know what I want though. I didn't want a relation at all, but you make me want a wife," he says to me.

I need to get my head right. For all I know he could be saying all this just because he knows what I'm really here for. Plus, I gather these women that hate Tre as much as I do and made this plan do I can't abandon ship. I wrecked their lives, so the plan is still a go.

I don't want to hurt Donte on the path but that not my problem. No one told him to fall in love with me. I have learned my lesson with that shit. I do like him a lot, but I have to stick to my guns with this one.

"Donte, I appreciate you for caring so much. The feeling is mutual, but I will be one hundred with you. I want Tre to pay for how he treated me, and I hope you don't get in the way. I don't want to hurt you in the process, but I will do what I have to do," I say upfront.

"What do you mean? What do you plan to do?"

"I can't tell you that but because I do care about you I decided to be honest. I don't need you catching feeling when I will fuck over your best friend. I know where your loyalty lies," I explain.

"It's funny because you would think you noticed I ain't the best of friends. I am fucking with you behind him, back aren't I?" he asks.

"Okay, that is different."

"No, it is not. Fucking your boy's girl is the worst thing you can do, regardless if she is his wife or not," he says.

I am confused, "What does that mean?"

"It means I'm not rocking with Tre how you think. He thinks he is big and bad but gives me no recognition for shit. I do the hard work and he takes the credit. He wouldn't be shit without me. Then he is disrespect women like ya'll aren't God's gift to man," he rolls his eyes and moves away from me.

"I didn't know you felt like that at all."

"Nobody does. Me and him grew up together and shit but I am good. He does shit differently. I barely even want to move weight with him because he so fucking reckless and too busy diving in pussy to focus. I hate that shit," he says in an angry tone.

"So, let me get this straight, you don't want to work with Tre no more?"

"If I didn't have to I wouldn't and that's just me being real," he replies.

"Well then..." I say and start thinking of a master plan.

"What?" he asks.

"I don't want Tre to be the king pin around here for the same reasons. Maybe me and you are on the same page," I say to see where his head is at.

"Well what do you plan to do? Kill him?" He asks looking at me sideways.

"No. I planned—keyword being planned—to take over his kingdom right under his nose. But now that I see you may want it I am thinking about rerouting my plan," I look at him with a devilish grin on my face.

"Oh, I do intend on taking all this from him and soon. I just couldn't figure out how especially with him being the connection to our new move," I can tell he is thinking.

"What if I can get you that connect and help you take everything he has today?" I feel powerful.

"How would you do that? You don't even know—" I cut him out.

"About Monica and TLC?" I say.

Donte looks dumbfounded.

"Yes, I know. I ask again. What if I can get you that today?"

"If you could I would be with the shit. I'm tired of Tre. I thought we were boys but after he let some sloppy shit happen and left me to clean up the mess I'm not fucking with him," he sits up.

"Well I can, you in?" I ask.

"How?"

I ask again, "Are you in Donte?"

"What's the catch?" he asks which is understandable.

"The catch is you have to rock with me. If all that you say about be if true, then this will work. I want to be a queen pin—your queen pin. That's it," I state.

"That's it?"

"Promise. That all I want," I put my hand in the air to show me swear.

"I'm in." he kisses me passionately.

After breaking the kiss, I say, "I am so happy right now."

"What is the plan though?"

"Well Tasha, Monica, and I plan to shut Tre shit down. But with you on board, I can just hand it over to you. Monica has already let go of ya'll men. Tasha and Monica also are getting all of his money and drugs that he hides at their homes. All he has left is what is here. Monica agreed to keep shit moving out of TLC but now all she needs is someone to handle that for her. Tasha said she had a person in mind, but I can ease that your way," I explain trusting him.

"This is why I want you so bad. Fucking smart and beautiful," he climbs on top of me and starts tonguing me down. I know things are about to get hot and sweaty. New plan loading.
18: Soulmate

Tasha

I spent the entire day yesterday going over my plan with two women who have a common enemy with me- My used to be boyfriend. I left out a few details when talking to them about my life but that is because they are not my friends. I do not actually know these women. What they know about me is a need to know thing.

I am at the library trying to get some piece of mind. My head is pounding. Monica has already gotten rid of the employees she didn't trust. She also cleaned Tre out for all the money she had in her house from him. I cleaned him out as well.

Max is going to go to Donte's house later and wipe that place clean too. She says she can put it on him 'til he falls asleep, then she plans to take everything Tre has. None of us want that nigga to have a pot to piss in. He is fucked.

After that, we plan to hand his stashed product over to my connects so that way he is left with nothing to move. Monica has most of the work at her place and her bakery. I too have a decent amount of shit hidden for him.

Max is going to clean house at Donte's for that shit too. I don't care about neither of those niggas. Donte more than likely knew all of this time about Tre's trifling ass. Therefore, he can go to hell too.

I have a few things to do after I get my mind back on track, but for now I am just pretending to read this book. I am not the weak bitch most people think I am. I will be overcoming all of this bullshit because my father also taught me to be prepared.

"Can I sit here?" This fine tall and handsome man asks me, pointing to a chair at my table.

I look around and see plenty of empty tables around me. "I mean there are plenty of seats in here."

Quickly he replies, "Yes, I am aware, but this is the best seat in the building."

I look around again, trying to figure out what is so special about my table. "How so?"

"It's the one seat that allows me to bask directly in your beauty."

I cannot believe I fell for that. It was so cliché, yet this man made it so smooth. I find myself blushing. I cannot take a nigga seriously, but this man is doing something to me. I am not sure if it's because of how I feel about Tre or what, but my goodness.

"I'm flattered," I comeback.

I am taken aback by his beauty. I know that men aren't necessarily beautiful but no, I know this man is fucking beautiful. He has these hazel eyes with hint of green. He is tall, maybe 6'2 if not more.

He smells of some type of honey—raw pure honey. His smile is so elegant and polite. It almost looks like he had braces when he was a child and many many whitening strip treatments. His teeth are just flat out perfect.

His muscles pop out of his business attire. And I can see the bulge between his legs peeking out through his pants. His beard is trimmed down to perfection. It's thick and long like a Sunni Muslims. His hair sports waves that can make you pass out from riding them.

His skin complexion is something like a caramel coffee with a dash of milk. Yet his melanin is unmistakable. Remarkable dimples sink into his cheeks. They are so deep I can get lost in them.

He licks his lips and I am immediately mesmerized by how succulent they look and the tongue he flashes looks heavy. His hands seem to tell a million stories, but are kept clean and polished. I can still see that he is a hardworking man.

In his eyes I see love, lust, seduction, and honesty. I want to know more about him. I want to take in his scent. I want to feel his skin. The things this man is doing to me is insane.

I can see his lips are moving but I do not have the slightest idea what he is saying to me. It may be because I am "basking in his beauty." I have never met someone on my level. He may even exceed that.

"Did you hear anything I said or are you still checking me out?" He interrupts.

I find my mouth open and shut it. I'm surprised I didn't start drooling in all honesty.

"What brings you to the library?" He asks me, I guess, again.

I say, "I enjoy coming here to think."

"A woman who is both beautiful and intelligent. You definitely have caught my interest. Please tell me more."

"I was not checking you out by the way! I just have a lot on my mind," I correct his earlier comment.

He laughs, "I wish I could help ease your mind. You are too beautiful to be stressed."

"If only life really worked that way," I chuckle.

"I can make your dream come true if only you'd let me. I can make you forget why you even came here today, if you allow me to take that load off of your shoulders."

"I don't even know your name," I tell him.

"My name is Andre."

I extend my hand, "I am Tasha."

He kisses the back side of my hand, "It is truly my pleasure to meet you today."

The vibes he is sending me are unbelievable. I am not a supporter of love at first sight, but my goodness! I do think I deserve to be happy. I deserve this. I almost forget that I am with child. I am not getting an abortion, so dating is definitely out of the picture.

"I appreciate the compliments, but I am currently pregnant honey," I inform him.

"But are you available?" He returns.

I am surprised by his response, "Am I available?"

"Yes. You have told me you are carrying a child but what I want to know is are you on the market? I don't mind being a father, so your pregnancy does not take away from the fact that I want to make you my other half."

I am at a loss for words. I manage, "You don't even know me."

"T'is true, but I know what I want. I also know a jewel when I see you. You are a prize my dear and I want to be that lucky winner. Again, are you available for the taking?"

I nod my head. I am not sure how I feel about his words, but his aura is amazing. It's sucking me in and I cannot stop it. I feel light. I feel better. I feel wanted. Fuck, I feel needed.

"So, Tasha, do you trust me?" He asks me.

"What?"

"I want to know if you trust me. We cannot have a healthy relationship if the foundation is not sturdy. I want to know if we are going to build on trust, honesty, and communication," His face is serious.

"Who said I wanted to be in a relationship? Especially with a complete stranger?"

"Your soulmate is always a stranger until you meet. I do believe you are the one. I have never saw a woman and felt spiritually drawn to her from a distance. Why wait? Why date? I can show you the better things in life and court you while we are together. I know that I want you and I am willing to prove that you made the right decision in choosing to be by my side," He explains.

I must admit. I feel exactly what he feels. I want him in more ways than one. I have never had someone approach me like this. I don't know what to do. He is very handsome, so it's not like I am not attracted to the man.

I am single now, whether Tre knows it or not. I am done with his ass. I don't really see what harm it would be to accept his offer. It's not like he wants to marry me. If things don't work out, we can always break up. Plus, he doesn't mind that I am pregnant. I don't know about him playing daddy, but I have a few months to see how things go.

I reply, "Where are you from, do you have kids, what do you do for a living, how old are you?"

"I currently reside in ATL, but I am from here. I do not have any children. I am a businessman by day, so I own numerous of companies and a few pieces of property in ATL. By night, I run a heavy drug enterprise. You can call me something like an ace of the streets. I am 32 years young. Can I answer any more questions for you," He smiles?

I nod, "Why are you here and why are you telling a complete stranger that you are a kingpin?"

"You are not a stranger Tasha. Hopefully by the end of this interrogation you will be my queen. I already stated, we need to build a stable foundation before anything else. How can you trust me if I am not honest? And, I came to visit family and a few old friends."

I think I like this guy. I tell him, "I like you. You interest me."

"Does my occupation bother you? Or my residency?" He asks me.

"No. I have dated drug dealers. I am a big girl. Also, I don't mind the distance if you don't mind the trips to see me," I smile.

"For you my dear, I will fly to the moon and back."

I am beaming. Andre is very sweet.

"Will you be my queen?"

I reply, "I don't see why not."

He smiles again. His dimples decorate his gorgeous face. He takes my hand and guides me to the reference section of the library that no one really goes to. There, he kisses me passionately.

I am drawn into him. My legs become weak and my heart melts. I feel—I don't know how I feel. I have never experienced this either. I don't know what type of spell this man has over me, but I kiss back. I am partially glad I wore this long dress today. I think he is too.

He bends to catch the bottom of my dress. He lifts it up enough to feel my spot. I am really about to have sex with a complete stranger in a public library and I don't care. This baby has me so horny.

Andre pulls my panties to the side and asks, "Do you trust me?"

I nod.

He eases one long finger into my already moist pussy. I wrap my arms around his neck. One of my legs is on a shelf that's behind me. He is slowly hitting my g-spot. It feels so right. I think I can really be with this man. The way he is pleasing me with just one finger is astounding.

After playing a little longer and getting me dripping, he pulls out his package. It has to be at least eleven inches in length. I don't know if I can handle that. I mean it is huge. The width looks like a wrist or ankle or some shit. It's like what you see in pornos. I did not know men carried that in real life.

"It's okay, you will get used to it," He promises, reading my mind. He pulls my leg around him. Then asks again, "Do you trust me?"

I say, "Yes." I don't know what has possessed me to put trust in this man, but I don't feel like he would do me any harm. My gut tells me this is the one.

He presses his rock against my clean shaved pussy. I am ready to take him in. He plays for a little bit, tapping himself on my clit. I let out a moan. He shhh's me. I am yearning for him.

In an instant, he is inside of me. Well, at least a part of him is. He is so big my body is resisting him—fighting him. With a little work he manages to get all of himself in me. I can feel him in my stomach. I moan again. He covers my mouth with his hand.

He strokes me slow and steady. It is perfect. He does not need to put in as much work as a normal sized guy would. I scratch my nails into the back of his neck. He does not seem to be bothered by it. I bite into his hand, trying my best not to scream.

I am surprised, no one has caught us yet. We are trying to be quiet, but we are making our share of noise. Even if someone did catch us, I am not sure I would want to stop.

He literally fits into me perfectly. My pussy molds around his dick. After getting past the initial intake, we become lock and key to each other. I don't want to release him.

His body is against mine, as he pushes deeper. He takes me on a trip to cloud nine. Who are you? I think to myself. I am happy I accepted his offer. I want to be his queen. If I can feel this way every single day, my life would be perfect.

We cum at the same time. The shit feels so right. He is mine. I am glad. I have to tell him about Tre though. I need to be honest because technically, right now, Tre is still my man until I officially break it off with him. He is a lot of people's man right now. I hate him.

Andre and I get ourselves together. We go back to sit at the table we met at. When we sit down, he says, "I am glad you are my woman. I want you to know I did not approach you for sex. I want to build with you and grow with you. Sex is just a plus. A very big plus."

I say, "Speaking of a very big plus..."

He laughs, "I know. Trust me; you will get used to it. You took it like a champ and I respect you for that."

"I loved it."

"As you should," He says.

"So, who are you visiting?" I ask.

"I came to see my little brother Tre and his friend Donte. Donte is like a little brother to me as well. He told me there is someone trying to shake his castle and I am here to clean shit up. After that I want to see a few friends from my childhood," He tells me.

I know my eye twitched. This world cannot get any smaller. "I have to go."

"Well let me take your number baby, so I can take you out tonight."

I shake my head and run out of the library as fast as my feet will let me. When I get in my car I start to think back to a few days ago.

"Okay baby. Come back soon. I miss you already," I said to Tre before he left.

I had just told him I was pregnant. I was not happy about it at all. I had already told my mom what was going on. She wasn't happy either. She knows I can do better than Tre. She feels like he is too much like my father. She and my father split because he became heavy in the streets. He is now a real OG. Little does she realize, I am more like my dad than she thinks.

I waited until Tre left and headed out as well. I got into my car to check on a package I had dropped. I drove to the location I told this nigga to leave my money and found nothing. I am paving the way for myself.

I rode up on the man that thought disobeying my instructions was okay. I have been teaching these niggas a lesson. I rolled down my window and let my gun take its place. POP POP! Class out.

In the past week I have had to kill a few niggas to make sure people know a new King is here. I may not be a nigga, but I can carry a heavy crown. Tre has been giving me his chump change, but my father has always taken care of me.

My father showed me how to put fear in a nigga's heart, provided me with the shit I need to start moving my own shit, and he has also taught me how to stay hidden. We talked about Tre. He told me the best way to fuck him over, is to hide right under his nose.

I have been moving on Tre's shit for the longest, but I broke my dad's first rule. Don't fall for him. I fell, and I fell hard. I got back on track recently. I knew Tre was getting too close to the top. That's my spot.

I am using these bitches he's been fucking to get him out of my way. I am trying to set Monica up with my connects—me. I will have my shit moving out of her bakery in no time. I am taking everything Tre thought he built. Especially since he fucked me over this entire time.

Andre just came at the wrong fucking time. I know I will have to handle that situation before shit gets messy. I always find a way to let my heart fuck up my logic. Time to add a few more bodies to my count.

I start my car and get ready to get down to business.

19: Fake Friend

Amber

I am so excited my professor lets us out of class early. My boo, Tre, is waiting in the room for me. I cannot wait to see him. He has been here all day.

I caught him earlier with his friend, Donte, beating someone to death. But he explained himself, so I am happy again. I think I may love the man. I know he comes with a lot of flaws, but I think I can accept them and love him wholeheartedly.

I don't understand why Deon can't just be happy for me like a normal friend. Like, I know that she is grieving over her brother, but she doesn't have to act like this toward me and Tre. It is what it is though.

I hope she finds whoever killed her brother, so she can get some closure and finally cry it out, then maybe I can get some peace. I am sick of her nasty attitude towards him. She has him nervous that she may rat him out. I know Deon well enough to know she wouldn't do that. I don't know why I even left him with her. She probably scared him off.

I rush to my dorm room, so I can make sure that she didn't run him off. When I open the door, I see Tre with his dick out nutting all over Deon's face. "What the fuck!" I yell.

Tre looks at me, then at Deon.

"Amber, I'm sorry!" I hear Deon yell, but I run. I am pissed.

This bitch has been complaining about Tre for the longest, then I find her and him together. I will kill both of those motherfuckers. I run to the bathroom and find the switchblade that is in my bag. Somebody is going to pay!

I storm back upstairs. When I get back upstairs though, the room is empty. I sit on my bed and wait. Deon has to come here sooner or later. I hope Tre ass didn't leave yet. Somebody better explain themselves before I snap crackle and pop in this piece.

I didn't have to wait long before Deon stomps back in the room. I turn and look at her. She is not my friend. She is a trifling hoe. I hate this bitch. I have never had someone so close to me do me so dirty. I want her head.

"Amber!" She exclaims.

I say nothing.

"Let me explain. Tre was coming onto me. I don't know what happened. I tried to tell you he was a no-good ass nigga! I am so glad you got to see it for yourself."

I still say nothing. The blood in my body starts to boil.

"Then I just found out that Donte killed my brother! Donte killed Antwan and Tre was there!"

I could give two fucks about her or her brother. I jump up and pounce on her. I start beating her in the face. She is so small that my weight overwhelms her. She doesn't stand a chance against me. I am not a fighter, but I am not a weak bitch.

She tries to fight me off. I pull out my blade and slice her face. She screeches. "Amber! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

I slice her cheek again. She yells. I punch her in the mouth so hard she swallows her tongue mid-yell. I punch her four more times. I take the blade and stab her in the stomach.

I have no idea what has taken over me, but I am out for blood. I want her to pay. She fucked me over and I am livid. I stab her again. Then again. Then once more, all in her stomach. I don't know if they used a condom, but I do know she is not having any of his babies.

I stand up. She is on the floor holding her stomach. She is crying just as I want her to. I hate this bitch. I have never felt so much pain in my life. I think I just broke. I don't care if she lives or dies.

She is leaking so much blood onto the floor. Fuck her. I sit on my bed and just stare at her. I don't want her to live. I want Tre dead as well. They ruined my life. I know I will go to jail for this. I feel weak. There is nothing I can do to undo this shit. I am just stuck. She was my best friend.

I feel like I just lost my mind. I sit for what seems like hours. I realize it's not long at all though. It's been maybe a couple of minutes. I hear Deon's phone ring. I check it. It's Taleah. I throw the phone back down. I don't care about her or anyone anymore.

I think about where my life is. I hate my life right now. I feel alone. Deon was the only friend I really had. Now she's dead. My man is a murderer and a cheater. I am barely making it through school. I will get locked up as soon as they find Deon's body. I take my knife and slide the blade across my throat.

Black.

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About the Author

KD Broadway is a poet, writer, and actress. In, 2017, she decided to write he first book—Not Every Playa Knows the Game. It took exactly one week to complete. KD Broadway is a mother who is working to build a better life for her and her son. She is expected to publish a poetry book and a sequel to Not Every Playa Knows the Game in 2018. This is only the beginning of her writing career.

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