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Authors: De'nesha Diamond

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Profit takes a step back and chuckles. “Look, old man. I ain't tryna hurt you in your own crib.”
“Old man, huh?” Reggie challenges and before Profit can respond again, Reggie swings.
Quick as lightning, Profit ducks but then tackles Reggie on his right flank.The men tumble to the floor and then crash into my dresser.
“Profit!”
“Reggie!”
Tracee and I dive into the scuffle and try to pull the men apart. Instead of exchanging body blows, the men are locked in a violent wrestling match. It seems that no matter how long we scream or how hard we struggle to tug them apart, we get nowhere with them.
At last,Tracee jumps up and races out of the room.
I'm sure that she's gone to call the police and I get more desperate with my pleas—that is until she returns with a gun and shoots that muthafucka straight into the ceiling. “ENOUGH!”
The men spring apart, huffing and puffing while chips of plaster rain on them.
I blink at the odd image of her mean-muggin' us with a gat pointed up to the ceiling. Has the whole damn world gone crazy?
After chugging in deep, angry breaths, Tracee lowers the weapon. “Now if we can all calm down, I'm sure that we can talk about this.”
“Fuck that.” Reggie climbs off the floor and deftly takes the gun out of Tracee's hand. “I want you out of this house right now.”
My heart drops but then I realize that he's not talking to me.
Profit jumps up and wraps an arm around my waist.“Sorry, Mr. Douglas, but I'm not leaving here without Ta'Shara.”
Reggie takes a threatening step forward and my eyes fall to the gun he's clutching at his side. To prevent the worst, I move to stand in front of Profit. However, he drags me back to his side, determined to show that he's not afraid of a damn thing.
“Ta'Shara is not going anywhere,” Reggie growls.
“Is that right?” Profit grins. “Why don't you ask her about that?”
Everyone's eyes shift to me and I step back from Reggie and Tracee's expectant gazes.
This isn't how I wanted this to go down.
After all they've done, they deserve better than this.
“Ta'Shara,”Tracee rasps with her large eyes begging me to make the right choice. “Tell your friend to leave.”
“I—I—can't.” I swallow and then lick my dry lips. “I'm sorry.” Anger, betrayal, and humiliation ripple across their faces. I've seen it before—only on LeShelle's face when I chose the Douglases over her. I need to explain my decision better, but are there really any words that can fix this situation?
The silence stretches for forever in my small, pink, princess room until Reggie finally backs up, nodding his head. “All right then. I want both of you out of this house.
Now!”
Tracee gasps. “Reggie!” She grabs for his arm, but he snatches it out of her reach, turns, and storms out of the room.
I watch him go with his broad shoulders still stiff with anger. I turn my pleading gaze toward Tracee's tear-streaked face, but her gaze drifts to the floor. “Better grab your things and go.”Without looking back, she follows Reggie out.
Tears rush my eyes. “Oh, God. What did I do?”
“It's going to be all right,” Profit says, pulling me into his arms so that I can wash the crook of his neck with my tears. “
We're
going to be all right. I promise.”
36
LeShelle
“G
ood morning, Mrs. Terrell Carver.”
A huge smile spreads across my face as Python's thick lips brush across the back of my neck. I let my new last name loop inside my head and I feel something that I've rarely felt my entire life: joy. Rolling over onto my back, I beam up at him. “Good morning yourself,
Mr.
Carver.”
Python chisels a smile onto his face, but it doesn't reach his eyes.
What the fuck? Didn't he want to marry me?
I stamp back a surge of panic and remember all the shit he'd been through. After catching me up on Momma Peaches' disappearance, the massacre at the Pink Monkey and the construction site, and his own near death, there's really no wonder his shoulders are weighed down.
Pushing him onto his back, I climb up and straddle his hips. “Let me help you relax.”
“I am relaxed, Mrs. Carver.”
I can't help but smile. “We really did it.”
“We sure did. I'm a man of my word.” He folds his arms behind his head and sweeps his gaze over ugly gashes and keloids scattered across my chest. The new battle scars Ta'Shara left behind.Watching him, I try to gauge what he's thinking.
The silence between us stretches for so long that my eyes burn like they're sitting in battery acid. When I can't hold the tears back any longer, Python sits up and starts kissing each one of my scars. “I love you so much, girl.”
I throw my arms around him as the dam finally breaks and that battery acid pours down my face. “I fuckin' love you, nigga. Don't ever forget it.” I cling to him as if my life depends on it. Now that we're back together, shit is going to be all right. We're going to get the streets back in order and get our asses back onto our throne on Shotgun Row. I'll make sure of it.
But first there are a few debts to pay.
Ta'Shara flashes in my head, and then her boyfriend, too. Fantasy images of those two lying dead in a joint grave get my clit thumping so hard that I reach back for Python's cock and position it so I can ease back onto it. It's never easy easing his fat, mushroom head into my back door.
“Ssssssssssssss.” Python's hands lock onto my waist as he tosses his head back. Ecstasy ripples across his face. He knows his shit is home now.
I take his hands off my waist and plant them on my neck. I know what he wants and I know what he likes. One night of that slow lovemaking bullshit is enough for me. I need a good pounding out to relieve some major frustrations.
“Squeeze,” I order, gritting my teeth. “Enough of this wife shit. I'm your bitch now.”
Python's forked tongue slithers out of his mouth as I feel the pressure of his large hands pressing against my larynx.
“That's it, baby,” I hiss. “Harder.”
The corners of his lips inch higher as he tightens his grip and cuts off my air supply.
Yes!
I slam my eyes shut and throw my ass back as fast and as hard as I can. In my mind, I imagine cramming a 9mm into Ta'Shara's mouth as she snots up and cries like a bitch. It's going to feel so good to spit in her face and shows her who's the real head bitch in charge. I'm gonna make her beg and suck the end of that barrel like a ho tryna make the muthafuckin' rent.
My clit thrums harder as white stars dance along the edges of my fantasies. My rhythm slows, frustrating Python. In a flash, he tosses me off top and throws me onto my back. He snatches the wide leather belt from off the floor and wraps the shit around my neck.The buckle bites into my windpipe, causing my nut to rise.
“Ssssssssss. Time to ride this shit right. On your knees.”
Smack!
Eager as shit, I pop my ass up high in the air and scream when his fat dick violates me again.The pain feels so good.
Smack!
“Shut the fuck up and take this muthafucka.” He yanks the belt back so fast and hard that it's a wonder that my neck doesn't snap off. I fire off my first orgasm of the morning. The shit is so strong that my hands and knees wobble while the rest of my body trembles like an earthquake.
“You comin', baby?” Python asks, chuckling from behind. He loosens the belt a fraction so I can drag in a sliver of oxygen.
Despite the pain in my chest and lungs, I beg. “More.”
“That my girl. You missed this shit, didn't you?”
Smack!
“Your man got something for you.” The bed shifts, letting me know that he's reaching over for something else inside the nightstand drawer.
I peek over my shoulder to see him opening a package with silver cucumber-shaped probes. “What are those?”
“You'll see.” He smiles as he works the package.
I open my mouth to ask a question when he touches the two probes together and a zap of electricity crackles between the probes.
What the fuck?
“Your nigga is gonna hook you up,” he promises, fisting the belt and snapping my head back again.
Fear slices through me at the sound of crackling and a humming electricity.We ain't never done no play like this before. “Py—”
Smack!
“Shut the fuck up. You're my bitch right now, right?” Python hunches over me. His dick bounces off the crack of my ass as he palms my right tit and sends a small shock to my nipples.
BUZZ!
“Aaaargh!” I bounce up out of shock, while a delicious tingle ricochets down to my clit.
Do I like that shit?
I ease down, pressing my tit back into his hand.
Python's rumbling laughter vibrates off my back. “I knew that you'd like this shit.”
ZAP!
The next scream is out of my mouth before I can stop it. My bruised chest is aching, my nipples are on fire, and my pussy is dripping all over these nice-ass sheets.
“Spread your legs,” he orders, pulling the belt back farther.
I obey, greedy for that next shock of pain.
Python palms my clit and at the same moment he rams through my back door.
BUZZ!
No shit my eyes roll to the back of my head and it feels like I'm flying. Soaring above so much fuckin' bullshit. Those baby-raping foster daddies, those evil child-beating bitches who'd locked me in rooms and starved me for days on end, and that back-stabbing, selfish bitch of a sister.
I'm above all their bullshit.
Python drills into me—every few thrusts, I'm jolted with that wonderful zap that has me clenching the back of my teeth and soaring through those clouds in my mind. After the fourth time, I realize that Python loves the shit because it makes me clench my ass muscles tighter.
“Ssssssssss. That's it, baby. That's it.”
ZAP! BUZZ! ZAP!
I don't know what happens next. My brain shuts down or I black out for a few seconds. All I know is that I wake to the feel of Python glazing my ass with his hot nut.
“Sssssssssssss.” He collapses on top of me. “I really missed your wild ass.”
I laugh because I don't know if he means literally or figuratively. We curl up into a spoon where I can enjoy the feel of his softening dick against my ass while he peppers my back with kisses. “How do you feel?”
“Satisfied.”
He chuckles, nibbling on my shoulder. “No doubt.”
I'm eased onto my back again and smile into that ugly face that I love so much. I'm on the verge of spitting that saccharine-sweet bullshit at him when I see that damn sadness again.
Honeymoon's over.
“So when are you going to tell me what's on your mind?”
Our gazes lock.
“I've never been good at hiding shit from you.”
“No. And if you tell me that there's another bitch about to have your baby, I'm going to cut your fucking dick off . . .
honey.
”
The entire bed shakes with his next rumble of laughter. But when I don't crack a smile his shit peters out until there's dead silence between us.
He rolls away and falls onto his back. “I'm not in the mood to be dealing with no jealousy shit.” He covers his face with one hand and uses his thumb and middle finger to massage his temples.
“You ain't in the mood?” I jet up on the bed. “When the fuck are you
ever
in the mood to hear this shit? Now that I have your last name, I ain't having a bunch of miscellaneous bitches disrespecting my ass.You can try me if you want to and you'll be like the rest of these muthafuckas and find out how I get down. Believe that.”
He doesn't say shit.
“Python!” I shake his meaty arm. “Nigga, I know you hear me talking to you.”
“Is that what you're doing? Sounds like you're nagging the shit out of me.”
Pissed, I slap the taste out of his mouth.
Out of reflex, Python swings his muscled arm toward me but stops short from making contact. A new smile breaks across his face. “Look at my little gangsta bitch.” He chuckles and lowers his hand.
“Ha. Ha. Muthafucka. I'm not playing. There's going to be some changes,” I tell him. “If I'm your Queen—your Boss Bitch, then, dammit, I want you to start treating me like it. Look around. Ain't nobody rolling harder with you than I am. We in this shit together—to the grave, baby.”
He studies my ass like I'm a new nigga on the block. “I hear what you're sayin' but—”
“Nah. Fuck that.” I grab his hand and place it over my heart. “I want you to
feel
what I'm saying. I'm your bitch. Together, we're gonna rule it all.”
He rolls his eyes.
“Listen.” I drop his hand so I can brace his head and force him to look at me. “We're going to fix this shit. You'll see. We're going to be back on top. We're going to settle old vendettas and remind everyone who really rules the streets—but I'm your partner. I never have and never will deal you dirty. I'm not like Shariffa . . . or Melanie. I'm your true rib—'til I die. Recognize and give me the respect I deserve.”
A long silence stretches between us before a slow smile hooks the corner of his thick lips.
“A'ight. I'm putting you on, baby girl. Me and you—ride or die.” He reaches for the belt still wrapped around my neck and jerks me forward. “I warn you. If you
ever
cross me or do me dirty, I'll have no fuckin' remorse on your ass.”
I return his smile. “Ditto, muthafucka.”

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