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  “Oh, damn. Did I catch you at a bad time?” she asked.

  “Nah, I was just gettin’ out the shower. What up?”

  “I was wondering if you had some more loud. I need a seven.”

  “Yeah. Come in.” He checked out her body as he locked the door. Deidra was short and petite with some big-ass titties. She didn’t have much ass, so her body looked like a capital P. She also knew C-Note didn’t sell weed. He figured she was on some freaky shit, and since he had just gotten an ounce from Lucci, he wanted to see how far she would go.

  After going to the room and breaking off some of his stash, he walked back into the living room. “I don’t got a scale, but this more than a seven.”

  She’ dropped the money on the table and took the weed. “Good lookin’ out.”

  “Yeah. I’m ‘bout to be throwin’ a party at Club Geek next month. Waka doin’ a show. Bring some friends and come support yo’ boy.”

  “What? You throwin’ parties now?”

  “Yeah. I’m trynna get it. Shit gon’ be lit. Come show love.”

  “Fo’ sho’. Just let me know when. Me and my girls gon’ show up and shut it down,” she laughed, shaking her titties.

  C-Note stared at her chest. “How big is them muthafuckas?”

  She poked her breasts out proudly. “Thirty-four F’s.”

  “Damn! Let me see.”

  She looked unsure. “You got a girl. You betta stop.”

  “You know I don’t sell weed. And I know you just seen Star leave. We grown. We can do what we want.”

  When C-Note dropped the towel, Deidra sat the weed on the table and went for his dick. He stopped her. “Get naked. Be right back.”

  He went to the room and grabbed a bottle of flavored sex oil. Deidra was naked when he walked back into the living room. When he saw her body, his dick got extra hard. She had a caramel complexion and a firm body. Her titties were super big and had dark nipples. Her pussy was shaved, and she had a small gap between her thighs.

  He lay her on the couch, oiled up her breasts, and started titty-fucking her. Every time his dick came out of the top of her cleavage, it went right in her mouth. He fucked her chest like it was a pussy, busting a nut all over her chest, chin, and lips.

  She used the towel to wipe herself before lying on the couch and spreading her legs. “Now let me get mine,” she said, rubbing her pussy.

  C-Note got between her legs and gave her what she wanted. He sucked her pearl and fucked her with two fingers. When she came, he flipped her over and fucked her from the back. Her pussy was so good he didn’t pull out when he busted.

  “Damn, gurl. You got that fiya!”

  “Snap back, nigga. You ain’t know?”

  “Look, I ain’t trynna be rude, but I got moves to make. But I definitely wanna get up wit’ chu again.”

  “I know how it is. I ain’t trippin’. Just hit a bitch up every now and then. I like you and wanna fuck wit’ chu. Star can have Tuesdays and Thursdays. I’ma keep you satisfied on the weekend.”

  After getting dressed, C-Note left the house to meet up with Gena, the owner of Club Geek. They finalized the contract and C-Note gave him five thousand dollars before leaving.

  He checked his phone as he climbed into the truck. Shanice had accepted his friend request. A flash of excitement passed through him as he sent her a message.

  i’m c-note. pop said get at u. w/u?

  u know my cuz?

  i was locked up w/him.

  wat up?

  pop wanna know if u gud?

  yeah.

  he want number.

  When the number popped up on his screen, he called her.

  “Hello?”

  “Ay, Shanice. This C-Note. What up?”

  “Hey. Where my cousin?”

  “Still locked up, but he gettin’ out in a couple months. He wanted me to get at you and see if you needed anything.”

  “Oh. Um, I’m good. When you talk to him, tell him I’m sorry for not writing in a while. Shit been crazy. But I will.”

  “If you want I can add yo’ line to my account so he can call you.”

  “That would be cool. I miss my nigga. Thank you.”

  “It ain’t shit. Can I meet you somewhere? I got a li’l paper he wanted me to give you.”

  “Yeah. Can you come to my house? I live in Fort Worth. I get off work at six.

  “I ain’t that far. I’m in Dallas. What’s the address?”

  ***

  After parking the truck, C-Note sent the text. The front door of a red and blue house opened a couple moments later. Shanice walked out carrying a baby girl on her hip. She looked better in person. Long, thick black hair, glowing reddish-brown skin, and the blue business skirt and heels showed off a body that would cause car accidents.

  C-Note strolled up to the porch with extra sauce in his walk. “What up, Shanice? I know you prolly hear this a lot, but damn, you fine.”

  She blushed, adjusting the baby on her hip. “Thanks. You know my cousin probably wouldn’t like you flirting with me.”

  “I’m not flirtin’. I’m bein’ real. Plus, Pop ain’t here. Just me and you.”

  Shanice looked away uncomfortably. He noticed the change in her demeanor and chilled with the compliments. “I got a couple hunnit for you. If you need anything, just holla. Pop Somethin’ saved my ass while I was in, and I owe the nigga. Lookin’ out for you ain’t shit compared to what that nigga did for me.”

  “Thanks so much. You called just in time. The daycare bills is kickin’ my ass.”

  “How many kids you got?”

  “Just her, but it’s hard when you doin’ it by yourself.”

  “So you don’t got no man? Where her daddy at?”

  Shanice looked away. “It’s a long story.”

  “I’m down to listen. You got my number. Hit me up.”

  She smiled. “You, don’t want my problems. Trust me.”

  “We all got problems. If you ever wanna escape, I’m throwin’ a party next month at Club Geek. Waka performin’. You can be my special guest.”

  “Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t –” A look of terror flashed in her eyes. “Uh, you gotta leave. Tell Pop to call me.”

  C-Note turned to see what had caused her reaction. A blue suburban was parking behind his F-150. A big, black nigga got out, mean-mugging. C-Note felt like he was being approached by the ABKs again. This nigga was huge, over six feet tall, muscles bulging like he just got out of jail. When he walked onto the porch, C-Note could smell liquor coming from his pores.

  “Fuck you doin’ at my house, nigga?”

  “It ain’t like that, bruh. I just came –”

  “Get the fuck off my porch, nigga! I don’t wanna hear that bitch-ass shit!”

  Shanice stepped between the men. “Nitty, don’t do this. He Pop Somethin’s friend. He just came through with some money from Pop.”

  “Don’t you see men’s havin’ a conversation, bitch? Don’t say shit when men is talkin’!”

  C-Note took a couple steps back, hand close to his waist. “I ain’t trynna cause no problems, bruh. I just came to drop off this money.”

  “Fuck you still doin’ on my porch, nigga? Fuck outta here!” Nitty barked, making a move toward C-Note. He stopped when the .357 Magnum pointed at his chest.

  “Hold on, nigga! You doin’ too much,” C-Note said, cocking the hammer as he stepped off the porch.

  “Yeah, li’l nigga. You betta have heat. Next time I see you, I’ma have mine.”

  “Only reason it’s gon’ be a next time cause yo’ wifey and daughter right here. When you see me in the streets, get at me.”

  Chapter 4

  “Pop Somethin’, what’s good?”

  “Damn, nigga, you turnt! Screamin’ all in my ear an’ shit. Yo’ background loud as fuck.”

  “The party gettin’ started. This bitch is lit! Wish you was here, my nigga.”

  “I’ll be out there soon. Aye, I need you to go somewhere a li�
��l quiet. I need to holla at chu.”

  “A’ight. I’m walkin’ toward the back office now. What’s good?”

  “Good lookin’ on gettin’ at Shanice for me. She told me you been lookin’ out for her.”

  “That ain’t shit, my nigga. I told you I got chu. That’s what you wanted to holla about?”

  “Nah, I wanna know about her nigga, Nitty. What up wit’ that nigga?”

  C-Note paused. The last time he’d seen Nitty wasn’t good. Pop Somethin’ had enough stress being locked up, and he didn’t want to add to it by telling him Shanice was letting a nigga put his hands on her. “What you mean?”

  “Somethin’ wrong. Every time the nigga come around, she act like she can’t talk and get off the phone. She won’t tell me nothin’ ‘bout him. Who is he? What he be on?”

  “I only seen the nigga once, and I don’t know shit about him. He seem like a typical nigga. Shanice is bad, so the nigga got in his fag body about me be in by the spot.”

  “You checked that nigga, right?”

  “I upped my dog and told that nigga to be cool before I got up outta there.”

  “On everything I love, if this bitch-ass nigga treatin’ my li’l cousin –”

  “Don’t even sweat that shit, Pop. Shanice a big girl. She can handle herself. She ain’t the li’l girl she was when you left. She a mother. A grown woman. She good.”

  “A’ight. You right. G’on back to the party. And make sure you send me some pictures, nigga!”

  ***

  The club was packed. Everybody was vibing, drinking, and having a good time. As Lucci and Artie moved around hustling, C-Note counted the profits in his mind. At least sixty thousand, and fifty was his.

  Deidra’s big-ass bouncing titties made him forget about the money and come back to the party. She was wearing a tight, black dress that had her titties spilling out the top. “What up, shawty? I see you made it. You sure yo’ girls gon’ be able to stay in the house?” he asked, ogling her breasts.

  “I told you me and my bitches was comin’. And I wore this so you could have easy access to ‘em. I know you comin’ to kick it wit’ me later, right?”

  “I gotta find somethin’ to do wit’ Star. She stalkin’ me all over the club.”

  “I told you to leave that ugly bitch. Them ain’t cho kids.”

  “It ain’t that easy. Loyalty to a nigga locked up gotta be rewarded.”

  “Well, stay wit’ her ugly ass, then. I just wanna know if I can get some pipe tonight.”

  “I’ma see what I can do. I need to get back in that juice box. Let me go check on somethin’. I’ma send you a bottle.”

  “Hey! That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!” Deidra sang, giving him a hug before sashaying away.

  “Why you huggin’ her?”

  C-Note spun around and seen Star mugging him. “C’mon, Star. We ain’t finna do this,” he said before walking away.

  “C-Note! C-Note!” she screamed after him. “I know you hear me callin’ you!”

  Partygoers began whispering as they looked at Star and C-Note. He ignored everybody and headed to the VIP section. Security stopped him on the way.

  “Somebody outside say they know you. I don’t see ‘em on the list.”

  “Who is it?”

  “Two females.”

  “They bad?”

  The big man smiled lustfully. “Bad and boujee.”

  “Let’s go check it out.”

  When C-Note stepped outside, his eyes almost popped out of his head. Every time he’d seen Shanice, she looked better. Her hair was whipped in long Beyoncé curls, and the powder-blue dress she wore had niggas and females watchin’ her every move. And the female that stood next to her was just as hot.

  “Damn, baby! You shuttin’ shit down! Why you ain’t call and let me know you was comin’?”

  “Honestly, I didn’t want to bother you. I came at the last minute because my cousin wanted to see Waka.”

  “I’m glad you came. C’mon. Follow me. I got a spot for y’all in VIP.”

  The party and concert was a hit. Waka did his thang and was in the crowd, mingling with party-goers. C-Note did the same thing, letting everybody know he would be throwing parties once a month for a year. He had just left a table of women, heading to the VIP section to check on Shanice.

  “What’s goin’ on in this section? Y’all enjoyin’ the party?”

  “Hell yeah! We turnt!” Shanice said, walking over and hugging him. “Thanks for lettin’ us in. Waka did it. I needed to let my hair down.”

  “Glad to hear it. I wish you woulda told me you was comin’ so I coulda made a li’l time to kick it wit’ chu.”

  “Nah, don’t trip. I know you gotta work. We havin’ a ball. This was a last minute decision to come. I finally got a little free time and I’m happy I let Meghan talk me into comin’.”

  “So, where Nitty at? He don’t look like the kinda nigga that would let you outta his sight. Especially not to come to a club.”

  Shanice let out a deep sigh, rolling her eyes. “I don’t even want to think about my baby daddy. Not tonight. I just want to –”

  “So, this how you gon’ do me? Just flirt wit’ bitches in my face all night like I ain’t standin’ here?” C-Note spun around and saw Star storming toward him, her face twisted in a mug, eyes wide with anger.

  “What is you on, shawty? Chill.”

  “Nah! Fuck that! You put these pretty bitches in VIP. Don’t think I don’t know what that is.”

  C-Note raised his voice. “Aye. You need to chill wit’ that jealous-ass shit! That’s my nigga cousin. G’on wit’ this insecure shit. I’m tryna work and get money.”

  “You the one that made me insecure. You don’t fuck me no more, and you always turn yo’ face when I try to kiss you. When you was locked up, you used to stick yo’ tongue down my throat and talk about how you was gon’ fuck me. Now that you out, you wanna change up.”

  “Look, we ain’t finna do this right now. Go home. I’ma holla at chu later.”

  “Go home? Fuck you, nigga! You ain’t my daddy. I stood by yo’ ass when you was locked up, and this how you do me? I bet Shanice won’t bring yo’ ass no weed.”

  “We ain’t finna do this. I ain’t goin’ there wit’ chu. Security! Get her outta here!”

  When Star realized what was about to happen, she snapped. She pushed C-Note, making him stumble and fall on his ass. Then she rushed Shanice, swinging her arms like a windmill, her long and sharp nails aiming for the pretty woman’s face.

  Shanice recognized Star was trying to scratch her face up. She knew ugly women hated her on sight, and she was ready. When Star ran at her, swinging wildly, Shanice side-stepped and grabbed her sew-in weave, yanking hard. When Star lost her balance, Shanice drilled her with lefts and rights.

  Security jumped in, grabbing Shanice in a bear hug. Star shook off her dizziness, noticing the guards had Shanice hemmed up, she figured this was her opportunity to get her licks back. She rushed Shanice, ready to do damage, but movement out the corner of her eye made her flinch. Meghan was swinging a Moet bottle at her head.

  Star fell to the floor, limp as if all the bones had been snatched from her body.

  ***

  “I hope you done with that crazy-ass girl,” Shanice laughed.

  C-Note took his eyes off the road and looked at his passenger. “I don’t know what I was thinkin’ ‘bout fuckin’ wit’ her. She came through when a nigga was in a jam and I felt I owed her.”

  “I hear you. But damn, she was crazy.”

  “Talkin’ ‘bout crazy, where you get them hands from? I didn’t know you could get down like that.”

  “Bitches hated on me all my life. They think ‘cause I’m pretty I ain’t ‘bout that action. Pop made sure I knew how to handle myself.”

  “Damn. My nigga woulda been proud. And you know we got that crazy shit in common, right? ‘Cause Nitty crazy as fuck! How you start fuckin’ wit’ a nigga like that?”

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p; “I don’t know. Young and stupid. Paul – I mean Pop Somethin’ – didn’t want me fuckin’ niggas in the hood. Shit, he didn’t even want me to have a boyfriend. I rebelled. Plus, Nitty kinda reminded me of my cousin. Niggas in Fort Worth was scared of Nitty like niggas in Houston was scared of Pop. It was exciting at first. Then, once I got pregnant, shit got real. I want to raise my daughter with a mother and father, so I put up wit’ a lot o’ bullshit. He don’t work or help support us. It’s really on me. All he do is drink, smoke, and blow powder. Every now and then he’ll bring some money home from a hustle. But I still love his no-good ass.”

  “Pop asked me about him the other day. I didn’t know what to say. Why you won’t tell him ‘bout Nitty?”

  “Pop Somethin’ is crazy. He would kill Nitty if he knew all the shit he put me through. I don’t want him to kill my daughter’s father, so I don’t tell him about Nitty.”

  “Shit. Pop finna get out. What you gon’ do then?”

  Shanice breathed deep, staring out at the dark road. “I don’t know. I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it, but I don’t wanna talk about my baby daddy no more. He got his third DUI and gotta spend the weekend in jail. I just want to relax and chill.”

  “I hear you. What you wanna do? Meghan found her some company and the night is still young”

  Shanice gave him a sexy smile, mischief shining in her eyes. “You the man with the master plan. You lead.”

  It only took ten minutes to get to the hotel. Lips started smacking as soon as the door closed. Clothes flew all over the floor. When Shanice was naked, C-Note laid her on the bed and checked out her body. Her long, black hair pooled around her face, neck, and shoulders like a shiny mink coat. Seductive, almond-shaped dark eyes watched him. Luscious lips looked like they were ready to scream his name. She had full C-cup breasts and big, brown nipples, a flat stomach, and toned thighs. Her pussy was bald. C-Note could feel pre-cum drip from the tip of his dick as he watched her. When he couldn’t take it no more, he moved to the bed and snatched her legs open.