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Authors: Kiki Swinson

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“Whatchu want?”

“A nice T-bone steak with a baked potato and some jumbo shrimps.”

“Whatchu want to drink?”

“It doesn’t matter. Just something really cold.”

“A’ight, I’m on it,” I assured her.

“I love you,” Samantha said.

“I love you too, Ma. Can’t wait to see you.”

“I can’t either. So get your dick ready, ’cause I’ma fuck you real hard.”

I laughed. “Yeah, a’ight. We’ll see.” Within minutes, my phone started ringing again. This time, it was Maxine. What a fucking coincidence. To avoid any drama from her silly ass, I answered my phone to see what she wanted.

“Where you at?” she asked.

“I’m at my mom’s house, why?”

“I was just checking because my sources tell me that your codefendant was just released from Alderson not even two hours ago.”

“So whatchu telling me that for? You know I could not have been with her, because I just left you less than thirty minutes ago.”

“I’m just calling you to warn you that I am not playing with your ass! I also want to tell you that I may not be able to follow you around and watch every move that you make, but trust me when I tell you, I got other people watching you for me.”

I took a deep breath. “Are you trying to start an argument?”

“No, I’m not. I just wanted to warn you.”

“A’ight. Now, are you finished?”

“Yep.”

“A’ight, well I’ll holler at you later,” I replied, gritting my teeth. On some real shit, I wanted to tell that bitch that I didn’t care who she had watching me because I was going to see my girl today if it killed me. Then I figured, since she got motherfucker’s spying on us, let them tell her. This bitch was making shit really easy for me to just walk away from her ass and not bless her with shit. The last few days this ho had been carrying me like I was the bitch, and that shit was getting old like a motherfucker! Whether she knew it or not, I was getting ready to make a power move, and neither she nor Mike was going to see it coming.

As soon as I hung up with Maxine, I hopped on the highway and drove to Portsmouth. I had no intention of stopping, and all I wanted to do was ride by the spot to see what was going on. Mike had already schooled me and told me that he had niggas pushing dope for me until I came out of hiding. Supposedly it was the same two niggas he had riding shotgun in the truck with him the night of the shootout. It had been killing me to see how they were handling things out there. I knew they still had Hakeem and Bishop on the payroll and the other two young’uns as lookouts, so to prevent any of them niggas from seeing me, I parked on the other side of the horseshoe and traveled on foot.

The block was packed, like I thought it would be. Fiends were lined up all the way around one side of Melody’s building. I didn’t see Bishop nor the other two young boys I had watching the spot for me, but I saw Hakeem and one of the niggas who tried to murder me that night. At one point, Melody stepped outside to empty her trash can and as she entered back into the crib, I noticed the other nigga step to the front door without a shirt on, so I knew he had already made himself at home. From the look of it, the nigga looked like he had been living there for years. He also looked like he just came home from doing a bid. The nigga’s guns were huge as a motherfucker, so I knew he’d bench press every bit of three hundred pounds. He was the type of cat Melody liked, so I knew right off the bat that her trifling ass had already fucked him. He just didn’t know that she was probably about to set his dumb ass up too.

After I sat out at Dales Homes and watched these clown-ass niggas parade around like they owned the projects, I turned around to leave. On the way to my car, I ran into that fiend chick named Faith that always harassed me about sucking my dick for a pill of dope. I thought I was going to have to curse her ass out before I dipped out, but she came at me with a different approach and I was stunned like a motherfucker.

“I told you they were going to replace you, didn’t I?” she said.

“Yeah, you did,” I said and chuckled. “But, how did you know?”

“I know a lot of shit, but a lot of these niggas out here don’t be trying to listen to me. They think I’m crazy as hell! But I’m not. I’ve got plenty of sense.”

“Well, tell me what you know.” I stepped just a little bit closer to her.

“Information doesn’t come free,” she told me.

I reached into my pants pockets and pulled out twenty dollars. “What can I get for this?” I asked her.

“I can tell you a lot for that,” she insisted and snatched the twenty-dollar bill out of my hand.

“Well, start talking,” I demanded. Instead, she walked in the direction of my car and gave me an earful. She told me that Melody was an informant for the police; that was why a lot of the niggas that sold out of her house didn’t last more than two months.

“Does Mike know this shit?” I wondered aloud.

“Yeah, he knows it. That’s why he keeps sending niggas over there to her.”

“But I don’t get it. Why is he doing it? He can lose a lot of product and dough setting niggas up to get busted by the police.”

“See, they got this pact where he’d send different niggas over there for about a month or so to get rid of about $100,000 worth of dope. When he gets low, he gives Melody the cue to hand the nigga over to the police, in exchange for his own freedom.”

Shocked as hell by what this chick was telling me I said, “You are bullshitting me! You mean to tell me this nigga uses motherfucker’s to sell off all his dope, and then sets them up to get busted with the last bit of his dope, just so he can keep his own ass from going to jail?”

“Yep.”

“Come on now, you’ve got to be kidding me! This has got to be a joke.”

“I don’t do no joking. Melody and that nigga Mike have been doing this shit for some time now. I mean, I know I have seen at least ten different niggas selling dope out her spot and all of them either get knocked off by the police or shot because somebody tried to rob them.”

I shook my head in disbelief. The shit this lady was telling me was crazy like a motherfucker. Who would’ve thought that both of them were snitches? They had intentions on having my ass done in either way, and that was some foul shit. Now it all made sense. Trina wasn’t lying; Mike wanted Jay’s murder to look like a robbery so he could get all his earnings before the police had a chance to get it themselves. Too bad I intercepted those fake gun-toting-ass niggas, or else they would’ve gotten me, too.

After Faith gave me all the information I needed, I hauled out of there and never looked back. I figured I was going to have to come at this nigga Mike another way since he had the police on his side.

SETH

Welcome Home

I was bugging out, thinking about all the shit Faith told me while I headed back over to Norfolk. My mind was clouded like a motherfucker, trying to figure out how I was going to handle this situation. Whatever I came up with, I knew it wouldn’t be a cut-and-dry solution because these motherfucker’s I was dealing with were a new breed. And that was some ill shit.

I bullshitted around at MacArthur Mall for another couple of hours, trying to get Samantha some things I knew she would need. I remembered that about a month ago, she told me she had put on a few pounds so now she wore a size twelve jeans and a medium shirt. With that much information I was able to pick her up a few things I knew she would love. After I went into all the hot female clothing, lingerie, and shoe stores, I packed all the shopping bags in the trunk of my whip and headed straight to the hotel.

Earlier that morning, I made the reservations over the phone, so all I had to do was pay for the room when I got there. As soon as I paid in cash, the clerk behind the desk handed me a room key, and the bellboy escorted me on up to the Executive Suite, which was on the top floor. The inside of this motherfucker was plush as hell. For a whopping five hundred a night I had a king-sized bed with a Sleep Number mattress. The room also came with a kitchenette, a living room, and an eating area. The bathroom was even hotter, with a Jacuzzi bathtub big enough for four people. I mean, the shit was huge. I knew one thing, and that was if I wasn’t getting this room for me and Samantha, I sure could’ve called in about two or three other chicks and would have had plenty of room to get buck fucking wild.

While I was getting everything organized, I remembered that I had to get Samantha’s food. I called Guest Services and ordered us both steaks with baked potatoes and one side order of fried jumbo shrimps.

“How long will it take for y’all to bring this order up to the room?” I asked the man.

“It shouldn’t take more than twenty to twenty-five minutes,” he replied.

“A’ight. Well, that’s cool,” I assured him.

“Are we billing this to the room?” he asked.

“Nah, I’m paying cash,” I told him.

“OK, we will see you in a bit.”

“A’ight.”

In a bit was exactly how long it took for the room service guy to bring the food, which was perfectly timed because less than five minutes later, Samantha was calling to tell me she was downstairs in the lobby of the hotel.

“Come on up. I’m at the top floor in the Executive Suite,” I told her.

Moments later, my baby was getting off the elevator. I stood there in the entranceway of the door to my room, ready to take her right into my arms. As soon as she rushed toward me, that’s exactly what I did. After I hugged her for a good three minutes straight, I pushed her away from me so I could get a good look at her.

I smiled and grabbed her into my arms and escorted her into the room. “Damn, Ma, you look real good.”

“You look good too baby.”

Admiring every inch of the room, Samantha said, “Ahhh man, I like this. This shit is nice as hell!”

“Good. I’m glad because this motherfucker cost me and arm and a leg.”

“How much was it?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just get on over here and eat your food before it gets cold.”

“Fuck that food! I want you!” She started tugging at my clothes.

“Come on, let’s get in the shower,” I suggested.

“A’ight, come on.”

When I saw Samantha’s body hit that water, my dick got hard in an instant. The way her ass looked after all these years brought back some serious memories. I grabbed her into my arms and pulled her body into mine. Then we started kissing like our minds were going bad. Sam started grinding her pussy against my meat, and I had to admit that the shit was driving me crazy.

“Pick me up,” she demanded.

I did and she wrapped her legs around my waist. That left enough room for me to slide my dick right into her pussy.

“Ooooh, yeaaaaah!” she said the second I pushed my joint inside of her. I started stroking my dick in and out of her like I was searching for something really nice.

“Yeah baby, fuck me harder!” she demanded. I grabbed her around her waist real tight and brought her body down on me real hard. Her pussy and my dick collided into each other like a train wreck.
Boom!
Then, her body jerked.

“Ahhhh yes, baby, do it harder,” she moaned.

“You love this dick, don’t you?” I asked as I pushed my dick up in her harder. The feelings inside of me were indescribable. I didn’t know if I was coming or going, but I did know that after pounding her pussy real good and consistently for about seven minutes, I was ready to bust off. But being the man I was, I knew I couldn’t. I knew it would have only been proper to wait for her to get her shit off first, so I held my nut back by thinking of other shit. Then after two more minutes passed, I heard her say, “Ahhhh baby, I’m about to cum!” I knew it was on then. While Samantha spilled her juices out on my dick, I ejected some of my own. When it was all said and done, both of us collapsed inside the bathtub until the water started getting cold on us.

Back in the room, we climbed in bed and talked about old times, since she had about an hour left to kill. We talked about everything under the sun. We even talked about how we first met. Then somehow the subject came up about how she caught me cheating on her with her sister and how they got into a fight over me. I didn’t really want to talk about that bullshit, but Samantha wouldn’t let it go for nothing in the world.

“Remember how I popped her ass in her face when I saw y’all walking out of the hotel?”

“Nah, I don’t,” I said nonchalantly, hoping she would shut the fuck up. Shit, I wasn’t trying to relive that bullshit! It was bad enough I got caught, and I felt stupid about it. Did she think I wanted to sit back and talk about it all over again?

“Come on now, Seth. You remember when I bashed her fucking face in.”

“Samantha, why you trying to start an argument?”

“I’m not trying to start an argument.”

“So, what kind of point are you trying to make?”

“I’m not trying to make a point at all. But I am trying to show you where we came from, and look at us now.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” I said and got out of the bed. Because on some real shit, I wasn’t trying to feed into that. OK, I was wrong for fucking her baby sister but, hey, the bitch was hounding me and she had been doing it for months. She practically begged me to fuck her. Since she looked good, I couldn’t refuse. What fucked the whole thing up was that I kept going back for more. I think I probably fucked Tammy about a dozen times. Then she started catching feelings and doing stupid shit like leaving me voicemail messages about how she missed me and she couldn’t live without me. So one particular day, I took her to a hotel in Chesapeake and she decided she wanted to call Samantha on her cell phone and lay the phone down on the night stand so that Samantha could hear our entire conversation. That bitch called out the name of the hotel we were in, then she made her move on me and we started fucking. When I tell you Samantha got an earful, believe me she did. All I knew was that after we got our rocks off, I was ready to go. When I opened up the door to the room, I wasn’t expecting to see Samantha standing there, and believe me, my heart wasn’t prepared either. When Samantha lunged back and threw a power punch into Tammy’s face, I knew it was over. I think it took about three people to break them up. When it was all said and done, Tammy got her ass kicked. Of course, Samantha left me alone, but I begged and pleaded for about three months until she took me back. Now here were, going through the same shit, just with a different chick.

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