Forbidden Love With a Thug III (15 page)

“Bad Ass” by Kid Ink blasted over the club, as I moved my ass against Elijah. I was using all the moves that got me good ass tips while working for Starzz. I smiled when I felt his dick get hard, because that meant I still had it. It was nothing to get a random dick hard, but the ability to get a nigga hard that has fucked you one hundred different ways to Sunday was really an accomplishment. After dancing to a couple more songs, we went to our reserved VIP area, and ordered drinks and wings from the hostess.

“Who knew my shorty could be so much fun?” Elijah cheesed as he got comfortable on the plush couch.

“Yeah right, you knew you would have a good time. You probably are having more fun with me than you do with your friends.”

“You're pushing it, but I will say I haven't had this much fun in a very long time.” He pulled me into his lap and kissed my shoulder gently. I moved a little in his lap to the music as we waited for our food and drinks. “This is what had me on you in the first place,” he said, referring to my dance moves.

“I know, and I'm sure it was better then, since I had on way less clothes.”

“I think it's better now, because I actually know what the pussy is like,” he whispered on the nape of my neck before kissing it, making chills trickle down my spine.

“Ivy?” I heard a voice say. I looked up to see Shamece standing by the bouncer guarding our VIP.

“Hey, girl. She's cool,” I told the guy. He let her by, and she came and sat across from Elijah and me. We'd text here and there since our last awkward encounter, and we kind of just acted as if it never happened. “Baby, this is Shamece, we used to work at Starzz together remember? Shamece, this is my man, Elijah.”

“Damn, you look even better in person. She showed me pictures, but they do not do you justice,” Shamece giggled.

“Thanks, ma, and nice to meet you.” Elijah nodded.

“So, who are you here with?” I inquired.

“Nobody, I just wanted to get out, and shit, sometimes you can't wait for others to have fun.”

“I understand. Elijah and I kind of wanted to party, yet spend time with one another so we came here together.”

“Uh oh, I know people have been trying to get at both of y'all all night!”

“Nah, I think everyone knows better. My shorty is off limits and I don't mind telling that to anyone who wants to know,” Elijah corrected her, and I just smiled before pecking him.

“Get Busy” by Glasses Malone suddenly came on, and that was my song so I stood up to dance. The hostess brought the drinks and food in around the same time, so I picked my martini up and began sipping and swaying. Elijah bobbed his head, and then Shamece came behind me, wanting me to dance on her. I was in the zone, so I just kept moving as she gripped my small hips. We danced together until the song went off, and then both plopped down on the couch.

“Thanks for the show,” Elijah chuckled and I playfully rolled my eyes.

“You liked what you saw?” Shamece quizzed Elijah.

“Of course. Two beautiful women dancing together.” He frowned and nodded as if Shamece was a fool for even asking him something like that. I didn't like him calling other girls beautiful, but I was starting to feel my liquor, so I was chill.

“Can I get you guys some more cocktails? Or would you like me to open the complimentary Grey Goose for you?” The hostess showed back up, smiling. She was skinny as hell, kind of tall for a girl, and had long, red hair.

“Pop the bottle, please,” I answered her. She did so, and then poured some into three glasses. She put juice in my drink, and in Shamece's, but not Elijah's since he wanted it plain.

I downed mine, and then leaned over to kiss Elijah. Because I was a bit tipsy, I kissed him nastily, not even remembering Shamece was on the other side of me. He moaned from the kiss, and that turned me on like crazy.

“Damn, can I get one?” Shamece joked and I chuckled. “I'm serious.” She bit her lip.

I looked to Elijah to silently ask if it was okay, and he shrugged wearing a half smile, meaning he was more than okay with it. I turned my attention back to Shamece, and then pressed my lips against hers. It started slow, but then we really got into it. She was a good ass kisser, and I surprisingly enjoyed the shit. I finally pulled away, and as I was about to say something to Elijah, he stood up off the couch.

“Let's go,” he said and polished off his glass of our vodka.

“What? Okay,” I replied and stood up. I hoped he wasn’t upset, he
just
said I could kiss her. I was gonna have to suck a lot of dick tonight to make it up.

As we were walking out, he turned to look back at Shamece and said, “You too.”

That shit caught me off guard. She hopped up and followed us out where we both retrieved our cars from valet. Shamece trailed us home, and the whole way there, Elijah had his hand on my thigh just rubbing up and down, getting me hot. I loved his strong touch against my soft skin. He was a pro and always knew where to touch me and when.

We made it to the house, and both Shamece and I followed Elijah to the guest room. He dimmed the lights, and the three of us immediately began undressing. I had never had a threesome before, but I guess there was a first time for everything. I was horny, and I loved pleasing Elijah, so if this was what he wanted, then so be it.

“Leave your shoes on,” Elijah directed the both of us. I did as he asked and then climbed onto the bed.

Elijah walked to the edge of the bed with his dick standing at attention, and when I saw Shamece about to suck it, I nudged her lightly. This was
my
dick and I was gonna be the only one putting it in my mouth. I heard Elijah chuckle lightly right before I took him into my mouth and began pleasing him. Shamece got behind me, and laid on her back, pulling my pussy down to her mouth, so that I was sitting on her face.

“Mmm shit,” I moaned as Shamece sucked on my clit. I could barely give Elijah head, because she was doing such a good job.

Elijah noticed I was having a hard time, so he gripped my hair and pushed himself inside of my mouth. He humped my face slowly, and the sound of him moaning had me even wetter than before. His dick got harder, and so did my clit, right before we both exploded. Sliding a condom down, Elijah got on his back, allowing Shamece to mount him. She bit down on her lip with every inch of him that she took in, and I was slightly jealous. I could see all in her face that she was enjoying my dick. Suddenly, Elijah yanked me over to him, and made me sit on his face as Shamece rode him, moaning like this was the best dick she had ever experienced. She and I both appeared to have cum at the same time, because we both trembled violently while screaming out loudly. My nigga was a beast if he could make two bitches cum that hard at once.

I wanted my turn, but Shamece kept riding, clearly wanting another hit of my man. I continued to rock my hips on his face as she continued bouncing on him and hollering. I knew that feeling and I wanted to make sure Elijah didn't cum again before I got mine.

“Uuuh oooh fuck!” she yelled as she released and collapsed on his chest.
No bitch
, I thought as I got off his face.

He knew, so he moved her off of him gently, and then put me on my knees. After removing the condom, he slid into me from behind, making me quiver lightly. As he rammed into me, Shamece and I kissed feverishly; or at least tried to. I was crying out so much that I could barely fix my lips to kiss her. It was all so much going on as she played with my clit and kissed me, while Elijah beat it up doggy-style. After feeling like Elijah was fucking me for forever, he finally released and so did I for the sixth got damn time. I instantly turned to face him, and threw my arms over his shoulders to kiss him. His strong arms snaked around my small body, holding me in place since I was trembling so. While he and I kissed, Shamece planted pecks all over my back.

Tonight was fucking crazy. Once we caught our breaths, we went at it again, and then Elijah and I went to our bedroom upstairs, allowing Shamece to sleep in the guest bedroom.

“Did you have fun?” I asked Elijah once we got out of the shower and climbed into the bed.

“Man, too much fun.”

“This will not happen again for a long time, Eli, so don't get excited.”

“I know, and I don't need it to. You've had a threesome before?”

“No.”

“I can tell by how petty your little ass was being,” he chuckled and so did I.

“She looked like she gave good head, and I didn't want you getting sprung off her head game. Have you had a threesome before?”

“Only like four times.”

“Four? Nigga that's including tonight or no?”

“Not including tonight. Tonight makes five.”

“Ugh, you're nasty,” I giggled.

“But tonight was the best one, because it was with you.” He kissed me as I caressed his face.

What a night...

“This shit is not going as planned, and I need to know what the fuck you niggas plan to do about it,” Dante barked.

I understood and shared his frustration. We had no connect, which meant we had no new product, barely any niggas working for us, no Leroy, no place to clean our money, and to top it all off, Ahmad was killed. Then my plan to get Ivy and Jersey to slow Kill’s team down, failed like a muthafucka. At a time like this, we would need Leroy to guide us, but his ass was dead.

“Y’all need to find out who the fuck killed my brother and get him!” Dante added and pouted like a little ass girl.

“Nigga, we know who the fuck did it, and that’s the problem. We can’t do shit about it with the way we’re working right now,” Sonny frowned.

“Do whatever you did to Leroy, to the nigga who did this. Who was it exactly? Y’all saying it was a Camren, but I just don’t believe that shit.” Dante quizzed.

“I’m telling you it was one of them. We just ain’t know Ahmad had any known beef with any of them. He didn’t, right?” I looked to Dante.

“Nah, I mean he got into a little tiff with Kill, but other than that, to their knowledge we’re still cool with them. And I doubt Kill would do it since he see’s my father as his father.”

I didn’t know what to think, and I was tired of sitting here with these niggas discussing it. I wanted to go home, get some head, and eat. My mind was tired and I was over this shit, I really was. A part of me wanted to just give up and find some way to get back into the Camren’s good graces. I didn’t want to die, and it was looking pretty possible at this point. As the old saying goes, if you can’t beat them join them.

“Alright, y’all, let’s call this shit a night. I’m tired and I need to think with a clear head.” I rose to my feet and stretched a little. By the look on Dante’s face, I knew he wasn’t okay with what I’d just said.

“Nigga, my fucking brother is dead and you trying to go home to lay up with that hoe of yours?” Dante grimaced.

“Dante, we’ve been at this fucking shit all damn day, my nigga. All he’s saying is we need to go home to rest so that we can come back with some fresher ideas,” Sonny tried to assist me.

“Like I’m gonna listen to some base head,” Dante scoffed and waved Sonny off. Before I could even say anything in his defense, Sonny’s ass was across the table and choking Dante.

“Aye, y’all what the fuck! We got enough damn enemies out here!” I barked as I yanked Sonny from Dante. Thank God I was pretty muscular and Sonny was skinny, or I would have had to call for back up.

“Hey, Portland,” one of my guys, Ezekiel, walked into the warehouse, and by the worried expression on his face, I knew some more shit had hit the fan.

“What’s good?” I asked, still lightly holding onto Sonny’s collar. He and Dante were staring one another down angrily, so I knew if I let his ass go they’d be back to boxing.

“We think them Camrens are on to us and y’all being a team,” Ezekiel replied.

“What? How? They would have no proof, no one knows we know each other, unless someone has been running their damn mouth. Sonny yanked from me and neared Ezekiel.

“Nah, no one has. But E-Way just let us know that the Camrens have gotten wind of this foursome y’all got. He was basically telling us to dip on y’all.”

“Oh word?” I raised a brow. E-Way was my nigga from way back, so to hear he was trying to go behind my back and jump ship not only infuriated me, but it hurt.

“Word, P, he said if they come to him, he’s acting like he don’t fuck with you and is gone tell everything. He’s gonna try to link up with them somehow since he knows Shea’s homeboy, Blow.”

“Thanks for that, Ezekiel,” was all I said as I booked it out of the warehouse. Sonny was right on my heels, because he knew what we had to do.

“This nigga E-Way, man,” Sonny sighed as I peeled out of the warehouse area. I was going 90mph trying to get to E-Way’s house before he did some dumb shit and got me killed.

About fifteen minutes later, I was pulling up to his home. I parked a little ways down since I knew he was on his porch. As soon as Sonny and I got to his steps, he attempted to run into his home, but we were too fast for his rotund ass.

“For real, Eldrick?” I gripped his collar, calling him by his government name. “You trying to switch sides?”

Sonny closed his front door after making sure no one was outside. It was around eleven at night, so the streets were pretty clear.

“Look, Portland, it would be smart for us all just to bow the fuck down, my nigga! This shit is stupid! We don’t have the team or the resources to be going against Kill and you know it!” E-Way hollered and pulled himself from my grasp.

“Nigga, shut up! Quit acting like a fucking bitch right now! Get off Kill’s dick, my nigga!” Sonny roared, expressing some of what I felt. I agreed with them both to be honest. I shuddered at the thought of waving my white flag and surrendering to Kill, but I knew E-Way was right, our resources were far and few in between.

“It’s time to shed some pride, y’all, and you know it. I’m not down with this no more. You both were in here on some shit, talking about y’all would have the streets under control, and how the fact that you had Axel’s sons meant the world. I should’ve known that wasn’t true! There is a reason why Axel gave his shit to someone other than his offspring!” E-Way shouted.

“Man, calm your ass down! We just need some time!” I shouted back, not liking the way he was coming at me. He was making it sound like I came up in his broke down ass crib selling wolf tickets. I would’ve never tried to do all this shit had I not felt that my plan would work.

“Whatever, you just better hope they don’t come to me asking about you because if they do, I’m gonna sing like Mary J. Blige on you niggas!”

POP! POP! POP!

“Nigga,” Sonny whispered after witnessing me send three bullets into E-Way.

His plump ass hit the ground so hard, I thought he was gonna fall through the wooden floors. Panting heavily, I stared down at his lifeless body feeling all sorts of emotions. I was enraged at the disrespect, but I was saddened because he was my nigga. Did he really deserve that? Or should I have just taken his advice? I had never pulled a trigger in my life, and I felt some kind of way about the fact that my first bullet went into a childhood homie.

“We really have to come out on top now, Portland. We just killed the homie,” Sonny said after a few moments of silence.

“I know. I know.”

Chapter
Nine: Kilexis

We'd just found out that Axel's cleaners had been burned down, and I was perplexed wondering who it could be. That was until Kantwan's ass ran up on me and confessed about how not only had he burned the cleaners down, but he killed Ahmad prior to that. Axel was furious about his cleaners and the fact that they’d found the burned skull of his son. I knew now, that any ties we had with Axel would have to be severed. I couldn't smile in his face knowing my brother murked his son.

“What the fuck happened, my nigga? How did it even get that far?” Ka'Shea frowned as he looked at Kantwan.

“I walked in just to see if I got a guilty vibe from him, and I promise that was it. I wasn't gonna kill him if I did feel he was guilty, I just planned to come back and tell you guys. But when he and I got to talking, he started taking little jabs, and then he slipped up and said Kill got shot in broad daylight. I never mentioned when you got shot, I just said you did.”

“Kantwan, it wouldn't be odd for him to know about it,” Elijah responded.

“Nah, because when I asked him how he knew, he was stuttering and shit like he knew he was caught up. Otherwise if he wasn't guilty, he would've came right out and said he'd heard it or whatever.” Kantwan shook his head 'no' repeatedly, signaling his mind was made up about Ahmad.

I can't lie, from what my brother was saying, it definitely sounded like Ahmad was behind getting Leroy to shoot me, and probably the white boy showing up as well. The room fell silent as the four of us sat there processing what Kantwan said, and thinking about the next move.

“So, y'all do know that we need to get Dante now too, right?” I asked the room and they nodded. “I think it should just be Shea and I who get him since Kantwan you've done enough, and Elijah your face is more familiar to him than Shea.”

“Sounds good, but what about Axel?” Elijah questioned.

“I'm trying to spare him, because the nigga is dying and ain't much he can do, especially now that I have his whole team. But if it comes down to it, we'll murk his ass, too.” I shrugged like it was nothing, but the thought did bother me somewhat.

After going over some more details, I hit up Rogue and told him to try and get a location on Dante. I knew since he was probably moping around about his brother, he wasn't thinking about hiding out or some shit, or at least that's what I hoped. Plus, he had no idea who to hide out from anyway.

I waited until Kantwan and Elijah left, before turning my attention to my brother Ka'Shea to explain some shit to him. I wanted this shit with Dante to be quick and clean.

“So what's the plan, bro?” he asked once I closed my office door.

“I'm waiting for Rogue to text me back, and once he gives us a location, let's just trail him all day until he gets home. If he is already home, then we're gonna break in his shit once night falls upon us.”

“Cool, well it's already 7 PM, so it should be dark pretty damn soon.” He looked at his watch.

“You right. Go ahead and go so you can change and load up, then meet me back at the warehouse.”

As soon as Ka'Shea left, I ran upstairs so that I could change. Jersey was napping in the bed with Alexsia, and they both looked so peaceful. I walked over to the side of the bed that Jersey was on, and then leaned down to kiss her cheek gently. She opened her eyes and jumped back hard as fuck, making me frown.

“What's wrong?”

“No-nothing, you just scared me,” she stuttered.

“Oh, my bad, shorty, go back to sleep.”

“Where are you going at this time, Kilexis?”

“I need to handle something.” I pulled up my black sweats and then threw on a black shirt as well.

“I heard about Axel's cleaners being burned down. Is someone mad at you or something like that?” she questioned and climbed off of the bed.

“No, Jersey,” I turned to look at her as I pulled my hoodie down and grabbed my keys. I stuffed them into my pocket, and then unlocked my top drawer using a code, to get a dummy phone. As I placed a battery and SIM into it, Jersey's eyes were locked onto me.

“Why do you want me to stop calling you Kill?”

“I didn't tell you to stop calling me that. I said when people wanna know who you're with, tell them Kilexis and not Kill. That's two totally different things.”

“But—”

“I have to go, baby.” I leaned down to kiss her cheek lightly and then left. I don't know why she had the sudden urge to question me so much, but I wasn't gonna give her all the answers. I was protecting her, and that was how it was gonna be whether she liked it or not.

Once I made it to the warehouse, I saw Ka'Shea's car was already out there, so I climbed out and went inside. He was in there face timing like some little hoe, so I shook my head as I sat down adjacent to him.

“Aight, baby, I have to go, see you later,” he grinned and hung up.

“Who the fuck was that?”

“Raleigh, who else?”

“Yo, I'm sure you just came from seeing her, so why did you feel the need to FaceTime her my nigga? You're pussy whipped like a muthafucka,” I chuckled and he smacked his lips.

“Whatever, what did Rogue say as far as Dante's location?”

“He said Dante is staying at some hotel. That's risky if we try and get him while he's there, so I'm wondering what other way we can get his ass. The last thing I'm trying to do is go down for murking his ass. I mean, I can pull it off, but it would take more planning. We wouldn't be able to do it tonight, and I need to get it done
tonight
.”

“How about we get him to come through over here? We can tell him that we have a plan in place to help find out who did his brother in. Once we get him over here, we can get in his head and find out for real if he was behind you getting popped, and if Sonny and Portland were in on it too.”

“I knew you were good for something,” I chuckled.

I switched the SIM back in my phone and then called Dante. To my surprise, the nigga agreed to meet and said he was ready to find out who would do such a thing to his brother. I made sure to make him agree to keep this meeting a secret, just because we didn't want Ahmad's
assailant
to get wind of us coming, and end up fleeing or retaliating before we could even touch them.

“What's good?” I greeted Dante as soon as he entered the warehouse. “I'm sorry to hear about your brother, man,” I added as we walked to the back room where Ka'Shea was. “Dante, you remember my brother, Shea. Shea, Dante.” They shook hands and then we all sat down.

“So, what were y'all thinking? I'm trying to take these muthafuckas out ASAP!” Dante ran his hands over his face.

Ka'Shea stood up and said, “We were wondering what you was thinking when you had Kill and Elijah shot at.” He pressed the barrel of his gun to Dante's temple, prompting him to freeze up.