Gunz And Laci: Black Rose Mafia (21 page)

Usually, I would’ve stayed up waiting for Laci to come home but, last night, I took my ass to sleep. Laci was in her feelings about something and I was going to let her have that. She claimed she needed space, so she was going to get it. I showered, got dressed, and then was out the door. I had a meeting today with that nigga, Ransom. I was thinking about having him snatch up Brett and put an end to all of this shit. I hadn’t made a move because I was waiting for Brett to come to me. Apparently, he wasn’t man enough to retaliate, so I was going to end the shit all together.

I told Ransom to meet me at Laci’s new office on East 48
th
street in Manhattan because the contractor told me he finished the renovations. The space I bought actually had three other offices in it. As far as I knew, she was going to be the only lawyer working there. I had them knock out two of the offices and turn them into a conference room. I made sure the office space had everything my baby would need. As far as decorating, I was gonna let her handle that. Women seemed to love putting their feminine touch on shit. When Laci first moved into my crib, she switched up and rearranged damn near everything in my place. I didn’t mind because what was mine was hers.

“Wassup yo,” Ransom greeted, coming out of nowhere.

“Nigga, where the fuck you come from?” I questioned.

“What I look like telling you that shit. Not being seen is what I do.”

“Yeah ight, lil nigga.” I laughed.

We walked into the building and went up to the fifth floor. Getting off the elevators, we went straight to the conference room. We both sat down and I stared at him. I was thinking if I should get on him about fucking with my sister or letting her handle it.

“Ayo Gunz, what you eye fucking me for?”

“The only person I eye fuck is my bitch, son. Don’t try and play a nigga like that. I’m trying to figure out if I should shoot you now or later for fucking with my sister.”

“Man, your sister is a straight up bitch. I know that’s your sister and I mean no disrespect, but that’s the truth.”

“Being a bitch is just in her nature. She still your boss which mean you have to follow her lead.”

“No disrespect to you or her but I’m my own boss.”

“Yeah, ight.” I laughed. Ransom was a cool young dude. He was only twenty but he was the best at what he did.

“Speaking of your chick, she crazy as hell.” He laughed. My eyebrow raised because my interest was piqued. I never introduced Laci to Ransom, so him knowing her didn’t sit well with him.

I walked over to where he was sitting and sat on the table next to him.  I pulled out my nine and sat it on the table pointing at him. I then took it a step further and pulled out my push dagger. I sat staring at him with a smirk on my first.

“Gunz, if you got something to say, then say it my nigga. You’re not the only one that fucks with them thangs. No disrespect but I can’t let you punk me, boss or not.” He shrugged.

I wasn’t going to tell him but I respected him because he never backed down from anyone. You see, a nigga that backs down from his leader is someone you have to watch because revenge seeps into their mind at one point or another. Some might have taken what Ransom said as disrespect, but I didn’t for one simple reason; he never pulled out his gun.

“How you know Laci?”

“That’s what you’re tripping over, man please. I’m not going to lie; I tried to push up on her but she made it clear she was fucking with you.”

“That’s fine and dandy but how do you know her?”

“Jiselle called me last night, telling me to snatch up an old couple for her and bring them to the spot. When she got there, she wasn’t alone; she had Laci and Nazi with her. Man, I thought Jiselle was fucking crazy with the way she be playing with them knives but Laci got her ass fucking beat. Your girl is a pyromaniac. She made these bombs and kept throwing them at the old people, all to put out the fire and do the shit all over again,” Ransom said, shaking his head.

“Who were the old people?” I asked, even though I had a feeling I knew who it was.

“Shirley and Dick, or some shit like that man; I don’t know.”

“You disposed of the bodies?”

“You don’t even got to ask no shit like that. Yo girl burnt they ass to a crisp so wasn’t nothing left but fucking ashes and teeth anyway.”

I sat there nodding my head at what Ransom just said. I wasn’t mad at the fact she killed Shirley and Dennis; I was proud of her for handling her business. What was bothering me was the fact that she didn’t feel she could confine in me.

“You got a bad bitch on your hands forreal forreal,” Ransom said.

“Good looking out. I’ll drop a couple of stacks off to you later for holding them down.”

“No need to. It was a favor for Jiselle.” He smirked.

“You got a thing for her, don’t you?” I laughed.

“I wouldn’t even call it a thing; I just wanna put something up in her mean ass. That’s your sister and all, and yeah she a bitch, but that just enhances her beauty to me.”

“After saying that shit I’ma, need for you to get the fuck out.”

“I was just keeping it eight more than ninety-two with you.” He laughed. I dapped him up and waited until he was gone to pull out my phone. The phone rang a couple of times before Laci picked up.

“Hey, I was just about to call you. I slept at Jiselle’s house last night; when I came upstairs, you were gone.”

“I need you to meet me somewhere,” I told her, keeping it short.

“Okay, just tell me where and I’ll shower real fast, then be on my way.”

“Nah, I need you to come straight here; it’s important.”

“It’s that important that I can’t shower?”

“Laci, if I told yo ass to come meet me, then why the hell you asking all these questions. The only question you should be asking is what’s the address?”

“You’re taking things a little too far Bryce but what’s the address,” she sighed.

“I could be fucking dying and your ass is over here asking all the questions in the world.”

“I only asked one question and, if you were dying, why the hell would you be on the phone with me? The smart thing to do would be to call 911, don’t you think?”

“Nah, I rather call you, so I could die in your arms and whisper I love you one last time.”

“I would rather have you alive, then to hear you say I love you one last time. So, if you were going trying to be cute, it’s not working.”

“I wasn’t trying to be cute; I was keeping it a buck. Come to 321 East 48
th
street in Manhattan. When you get here, come up to the fifth floor. I expect you here in less than an hour.” I hung up the phone, not caring to hear her reply.

* *  * *

“Gunz, I don’t appreciate you hanging up the phone on me,” she sassed, walking into the conference room.

“I don’t care what you appreciate. What do you think of this space?” I asked her, pulling her into my arms. She was wearing a black sweat suit and black Timbs. I already knew this was what she committed the crime in, simply because it has been too warm out to wear such a heavy sweat suit.

“Yeah, it’s cute; I think the walls should be a nice lilac color though,” she said, looking around.

“That’s cool because this is you, ma.”

“What you mean
this is me
?” she questioned.

“I told you I got you; office space right. Well, this is all you. You’re licensed to practice law is in your office.”

“Oh, my god; thank you so much.” She cheered.

“Calm your little ass down. I already told you about it.”

“It doesn’t matter that you told me about it; I’m getting to see it for the first time. I have so many plans for this place.” She smiled.

“I bet you do.” I leaned forward and kissed her soft lips. I slid my tongue over his lips, tasting the grape lip gloss she was wearing. “Why the fuck you dressed in all black like the omen?” I asked her.

“Because I went to handle something with Jiselle and Nazi last night,” she said shyly.

“No need to bitch up because whatever you did already done. Never be scared to tell me about anything you did because regardless, I’m going to ride out with you. No matter how stupid, dumb, or dangerous it was.”

“Jiselle had some dude named Ransom pick up Shirley and Dennis for me. I killed them using Molotov cocktails. I don’t know what happened to me, but it was like I seen them and I just blacked. Shirley started talking about my mother’s screams and it just pissed me off. All I saw was red and what’s even worse is I don’t feel bad about killing them.”

“You shouldn’t feel bad because they got what they deserved. I’m proud of you though, lil mama.”

“You’re proud of me because I killed someone?” she asked with a blank look on her face.

“I’m not proud of you because you killed someone; I’m proud because you took matters into your own hands. The old Laci would’ve just cried about the situation and waited for it to fix itself. This Laci tho.” I pointed at her for emphasis. “Did what she had to do. From what Ransom told me you handled yourself well.”

“Oh, so you already knew where I was last night?”

“Of course I did. I’m your man; it’s my job to know where you are at all times.” I stared at her engagement ring and started playing with it.

“When you wanna take that big step?” I asked her. Ever since I gave her the ring, we haven’t talked about a wedding or our future. I guess we both were so caught up in the present that the future never seemed to matter.

“I don’t know,” she said, looking down at her ring.

“Whenever you’re ready lil mama; just let me know and I’ll be there with bells on.”

“Really Gunz, with bells.” She giggled.

“You laughing like I’m playing. I’m gonna have bells on the back of my shoes and shit.”

“You better not do that and embarrass me at my wedding. I swear, if you do that, I will leave you at the altar.”

“Laci, who you kidding? Your ass wouldn’t leave me at the altar; I’m too fine for that bullshit.”

“You get on my nerves.” She rolled her eyes and I flipped her over on to the desk.

“Gunz, what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m about to get what’s mine. You got a problem with that shit?”

“Nope, not at all.” She smiled.

“I bet your ass don’t.”

I stripped her of her clothes, then got on my knees, so I was eye level with her pussy. I hadn’t even touched her and she was already dripping. I placed the tip of my tongue at her entrance, swirling it in a circle. Her juices dripped on my tongue as I teased her. Without warning I plunged my tongue in said waving it against her walls.

“AHHHH!” she cooed, arching her back.

I brought my finger to her clit, moving it counter-clockwise as my tongue swirled clock wise.

“Mhmmmm, you sweet ma,” I moaned into her pussy. I continued fucking her insides with my tongue until I felt her walls tighten.

“No Gunz, don’t stop,” she begged.

“Shut the fuck up! This my pussy right?” I asked, removing my tongue.

“Yes, it’s your pussy, please just finish,” she panted.

“Ight then it’s my pussy, so I do what the fuck I want.”

She sucked her teeth and sighed and I laughed a little. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, placed it directly on her pussy, then slid my tongue all the way from the bottom to the top. Her body shivered as she let out a deep moan. My lips latched on to her clit as my tongue tickled it. I slurped up everything her pussy was offering and then some. Her clit was my own personal suckable candy.

“Gunz, give me my dick,” Laci panted.

“You sure that’s what you want?” I asked, tugging at her clit with my teeth.

“Yessssss!!!!!!” she cried out.

My tongue ran two more laps around her pussy before I dropped my jeans.

“Bend over and toot that shit up in the air,” I told her.

She got real close to the edge of the table and arched her back. It was a good thing I was tall because the table had Laci high up. I plunged into her, gripping her ponytail and forcing her head to lean back.

“Fuck this shit tight,” I groaned.  I wasn’t making love to Laci; I was straight fucking her and she was fucking me back. With every thrust, she backed it up on me, giving me her all.

“Gunz yesssss! Just like that Bryce.”

I smacked her ass and dug deeper into her pussy. Laci’s shit was lethal, I swear; she was tightening her pussy muscles and driving me insane.

“Cum with me Bryce,” she purred.

She started shaking and I knew what time it was. I slapped her on the ass, going as deep as I could in her. I pulled out then went back in as deep as I could, releasing my babies into her gut. I held myself in place as I reached over and started rubbing her clit.

“Bryce, stop, it’s sensitive!” she moaned.

“I don’t give a fuck!” I kept going until I felt her legs start to shake again and her warm juice started dripping. I slid out of her and my dick was coated in her wetness.