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Authors: Treasure Hernandez

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“Came over here to see you,” Harlem said with a smile.
Young Mike asked, “You seen your pops yet?”
“Nah, I'm not fuckin' with him no more. How he been treating y'all?”
“Paying us pennies,” Young Mike replied. “Everything just went all downhill ever since you went away.”
“Fuck that! I'm home now!” Tone said, giving both men dap. “I'm about to start up my own shit. Y'all niggas wanna be down?”
“What about your father?” Harlem asked.
“Fuck him! I'm going to see him tomorrow and let him know what I think of him and how he handles business.”
“Hey, y'all.” Serena waved as she came down the stairs and headed straight to the kitchen so she could start preparing a special dinner for her man.
“Fuck it!” Young Mike said. “If we can make some money, we both down.”
“We definitely going to make some money.” Tone smirked. “But, yo, I'ma holla at y'all tomorrow and run everything down to y'all, but right now y'all gotta get the fuck up outta here, so me and my baby can spend some much-needed time together.”
“Handle your business.” Young Mike smiled as he gave Tone a pound and made his exit.
Tone called out, “Yo, you got my house number, right?”
“Yeah, we got it.” Harlem hopped in the passenger seat, and the truck pulled out of the driveway.
“Aww, baby, you could've talked to your friends for a little while, if you wanted to, while I cooked,” Serena told him.
“I'll talk to them tomorrow.” He guzzled from his bottle. “Tonight is all about you.”
“No, tonight is all about
you
!” Serena corrected him.
An hour later Serena and Tone sat down and enjoyed Serena's cooking over a glass of wine. She cooked steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans.
“How does it taste, baby?”
“Delicious.” Tone stuffed his face, eating as if he was still being timed.
“Damn! Slow down, daddy. Take a breath. You don't have to rush and eat, baby, you back home now.”
“Sorry, but this my first real meal in almost four years.”
“It's okay, daddy. Enjoy your food. That's why I made it.” Serena sat back watching Tone, a smile on her face. Just having him back home was good enough for her.
Tone paused to sip on some wine. “So how niggas was treating you while I was away?”
“Like shit. They was playing games with the money the whole time, saying they was going to bring it one day then never show up.”
“Did anybody ever disrespect you?”
“No, not really,” Serena said, checking her memory. “Oh, every time Maine came to drop off the money, he would always have this look in his eyes.”
“What kind of look?”
“The I-want-to-fuck-you kind of look.”
“A'ight, this is the new plan.” Tone changed the subject before he got too mad. “We about to set up our own shit, me, you, Harlem, Young Mike, and my man Styles. He's locked up right now, but he'll be out in about a month.”
“How we going to do this?”
“We going to build this bitch from the ground up. From scratch.”
“Whatever you need me to do, daddy, I got you.” Serena pushed away from the table.
“Where you going?”
“I'm about to go slip into something a little more comfortable.” Serena gave Tone a seductive look as she disappeared up the steps.
Tone sat at the table and finished off his second bottle of wine, just thinking about how the people closest to him shitted on him, and that a woman he had just met turned out to be more loyal. He just shook his head in disgust as he downed his last glass of wine.
Minutes later Serena returned back downstairs wearing black fishnet stockings that came up to her thick thighs, black boy shorts, and black pumps to match. Up top, she let her titties hang freely.
“Damn!” Tone said, admiring his woman's sexy features. He quickly stood, only to have Serena push him back down into the chair.
“Nigga, don't you move!” Serena squatted down and removed Tone's pants. His dick stood bobbing back and forth like a jack-in-the-box. Serena immediately grabbed his dick and began licking all over it like it was an icy, slobbing and spitting all over it the whole time, making loud moaning and slurping noises. “You like that, daddy?” she asked, jerking his dick, looking up in his eyes.
Before Tone could answer, she took his whole dick in her mouth again.
“Damn!” Tone groaned. He stood up and began fucking Serena's mouth like it was the last sexual encounter he would ever have in his life. He pulled Serena's hair as he began to speed up his strokes.
Serena gagged a little, but she kept on sucking like a pro, until Tone exploded in her mouth.
“Damn, baby!” an out-of-breath Tone said.
“Welcome home, daddy.” Serena smiled as she wiped her mouth and headed back upstairs. “I ain't finished with you yet,” she purred. “Follow me.”
“Damn!” Tone wiped the sweat off his forehead as he followed Serena upstairs, where they had sex for the rest of the night.
 
 
The next morning Tone pulled up to his father's house bright and early. He slid out the new Infiniti and walked up to the front door.
Detective Abraham opened the door, a smile on his face. “So you just going to stand right there, or are you going to give your old man a hug?”
“What's up, Pops?” Tone said dryly, as he gave his father a hug.
“Look at what the cat just drug in,” Detective Abraham announced.
Tone stepped in the living room and saw a bunch of new faces. The only one he recognized was Maine's, and he had to do a double-take when he saw him sitting in a wheelchair.
“Oooh shit! My nigga Tone. What's good?” Maine held out his hand for some dap, but Tone gave Maine a look of disgust as he ignored his extended hand.
“Glad to have you back home, son.” Detective Abraham held out a drink for his son.
Tone smacked the drink out of his father's hand. “You's a grimy mufucka!” he yelled. “Stay the fuck away from me, and out of my life!” And he turned and headed for the door.
Before Tone could reach his car, Detective Abraham yelled, “Boy, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“
You
are what's wrong with me,” Tone huffed. “What happened to you holding me down while I was locked up?”
“I knew Serena was holding you down, so I fell back.”
“So if you know she was holding me down, why the fuck you short her the money that was owed then tell her we was using her the whole time?”
“Shit got a little rough out here on the streets. You know how that shit go. You know what your problem is?”
“What?”
“You got business and pleasure mixed up.” Detective Abraham smiled. “That bitch must be sucking your dick real good.”
“What?” Tone said, his face crumpled up as he stole on his father.
Detective Abraham wasn't expecting the punch, so the impact caused him to backpedal a few steps. He wiped the blood from his mouth. “So you choosing that bitch over family?”
“What family?” Tone slid back in his Infiniti and pulled off.
 
 
Yayo and Gruff sat in the car across the street from the nice-looking hotel.
“Damn! This nigga need to hurry up,” Yayo huffed.
“Patience, fam.” Gruff blew out smoke from his cigarette.
A few minutes later, Gruff answered his ringing cell phone. “I'm listening,” he answered.
“He just went up to his room,” the desk clerk reported.
“A'ight. Good looking,” Gruff hit the end button on his phone. “He just went up to his room.”
Gruff and Yayo got out the car and headed inside the hotel.
 
 
“Damn, ma! Ya ass is looking mad fat,” Nut said, as him and his lady friend hopped on the elevator full of white people and headed up to his room.
The whole ride to the hotel they'd both been telling each other how much they was going to put it on the other. As soon as Nut stepped foot in the room, he removed his gun and tossed it on the bed. Then he stripped down butt naked and lay across the bed. Tonya quickly followed his lead and stripped down to her birthday suit.
“Bring that fat ass over here!” Nut said, as he lay on the bed, stroking his dick with one hand.
“That's what you want?” Tonya asked in a sexually charged voice as she sat on Nut's face backwards and began clapping and jiggling her ass in his face. “You like that?” She leaned forward and placed Nut's dick in her mouth and sucked on it nice and slow, letting saliva drip all over the place.
Nut moaned and groaned as he sloppily sucked all over Tonya's clitoris, one finger stuck in her ass.
 
 
“Hi you doing today?” Gruff said politely to the desk clerk. He slipped her an envelope that held five hundred dollars inside.
The desk clerk handed Gruff the key to the room. “Room 404.”
“Thanks.” Gruff winked at the clerk as he headed over toward the steps. Him and Yayo reach the fourth floor then quickly caught their breath. “Damn! I gotta leave those Newports alone,” Gruff said as they entered the hallway.
Once they reached the door, Yayo quickly threw on his ski mask.
“Fuck is that?” Gruff asked.
Yayo whispered, “I don't want the nigga to see my face.”
“Let me find out these niggas got you shook.” Gruff laughed as he slid the key in the slot.
As soon as the lock turned green, him and Yayo busted inside the room with their guns drawn. Inside the room Nut was sitting on a chair, while Tonya was bouncing up and down on his dick like she was trying to break it.
“Let me see them hands, fam!” Yayo yelled as he moved in close and pointed his .45 directly at Nut's head.
“Damn! Y'all could've at least waited until a nigga came first.” Nut smirked, putting his hands up in the air.
The whole time Tonya continued to ride his dick.
“Bounce up and down one more time!” Gruff watched Tonya slowly ease up off Nut's equipment.
“What's this all about?” Nut asked.
“We know what you got in your trunk,” Gruff said. “Just give us the keys, and we'll be on our way.”
Yayo noticed Tonya looking over at Nut's gun over on the bed. “Bitch!” He swung his gun with all his might and hit her across the face, knocking her out instantly. He lifted up his foot and stomped her in her face for making him hurt his hand. “Muthafucka!”
Gruff smiled, looking at Nut. “Can we get those keys or what?”
“They right there in my pants pocket,” Nut said, returning the smile.
Gruff walked over to his pants over in the corner on the floor.
Nut's dick immediately went down when he saw Gruff remove his keys from his pants pocket.
Once Gruff had the car keys, he removed a roll of duct tape from his back pocket. “Hands behind your back!” he ordered, and he taped up Nut's hands.
Then he tossed the tape to Yayo, so he could tape up Tonya's hands. After Yayo taped up Tonya's hands, they headed for the door.
“Hey!” Nut called out.
Gruff stopped at the door and looked in Nut's direction.
“I'ma see you later.” Nut smirked.
“I'll be waiting.” Gruff winked as he exited the room. Gruff shot the desk clerk a wink as him and Yayo rushed out of the hotel.
They spotted Nut's Expedition about two blocks away.
Gruff opened up the back and removed the two duffel bags. He tossed one of them to Yayo, and the two headed back to their getaway car.
“What you about to get into?” Gruff asked, pulling out the parking spot.
“My girl coming through tonight,” Yayo said, as he answered his ringing cell phone. “Hey, baby. What's up? ... Damn! You there already? ... A'ight, I'll be there in fifteen minutes.”
Gruff pulled up on Yayo's block. “I'ma set up another lick for us tomorrow.”
Yayo saw his girl sitting on the hood of her car, waiting for him. “Sound like a plan to me.”
“That's your joint right there?” Gruff asked, nodding toward the girl sitting on the hood of the car.

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