URBAN: In Love with A Boss Nigga (26 page)

“I just wanted to touch you for a little while longer.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know that. It’s just that we’re so close, so I wanted to take advantage of that. Once Antwon gets his whole thing out of his system, we are going legit, and you and I are going to do something together.”

“What do you think that is?”

“I don’t know.” He never really thought about it. “What is it you like to do?”

“I don’t know.” She exhaled. “To be honest back home in North Carolina all I liked to do was watch my mom get dressed up and go to the hair salon.”

“So maybe open your own hair salon.”

“It’ll be our hair salon.”

“I don’t know much about hair.”

“I’ve seen my father run his businesses, I’m sure it’s the same.”

Giselle thought back to all the meetings that her father brought her into his meetings. He would go over projects, the fiscals reports, predictions for oncoming businesses. She heard her father talk about it all. He would bring her in on the meetings so she could learn as much as she could. At first she hated it, but now that he was gone and she might have to do it for herself, she was glad that he did.

“Whatever you say. We’ll do whatever business you want.” Lionel said soothingly.

“What about you? What do you want?” She was curious.

“I want to do whatever you want. I’m down for whatever you want to do. You lead and I will follow.”

“I love you.” She turned around and told him. “I wanted to make sure you know that I love you too.”

“I had a feeling.”

She slid her hand between his legs and squeezed. He let out a low chuckle and put his hands between her legs.

“You’re warm.” He commented. “Open your legs.” She did as she was instructed. He licked the tip of his finger and did circles around her folds. Every time he passed by her clitoris, she jumped. His fingers suddenly got more and more moist. He pushed his finger into her hole and started to ram it in and out. She moaned and then started to pant. He took himself out and went inside her.

Giselle gasped and hugged him. He moved swiftly in and out of her. He hiked her leg up and over him. She trembled a bit so he turned her around and went back inside of her. He held her leg back up and started all over again. He grabbed her breast and touched her nipple. She rolled her hips and let go of her breath. He went faster and faster. She closed her eyes because she wanted to be able to take it. When she finally got used to it, she moved her hips up and down. She popped up and down and he leaned back so he could watch her move. Their bodies started to go in the same rhythm. They were grinding against each other, moving as one, and finally they climaxed. Giselle went first and when Lionel finished after her he kissed the back of her neck.

They drifted off into sleep. Lionel was about to get into a deep sleep but he heard a phone vibrate. He started to wake up , but then the vibrating stopped. He got up to use the bathroom. When he came back out he heard the vibrating again. He looked around for his phone. He found it in his jeans. He saw that he missed a call from Antwon.

“Yo, I know you’re going to hate me but it’s okay. I know you’re going to say I’m being dumb, but I got to do this.” Antwon’s frantic voice had Lionel worried. He looked at the time and saw that it was 1:42 a.m. “I just got to do this. I’ll hit you back up after I’m finished.”

“Fuck!” Lionel screamed. He started throwing his clothes together. “Don’t do nothing stupid Ant. Not right now, not today.” He began dialing Ant’s phone number but he wasn’t picking up. “Yo, Ant. Don’t do nothing stupid man. Don’t you fucking do it. We were supposed to do it together. If you do it on your own, you’ll get yourself killed.” He left the voicemail but he knew Antwon wasn’t going to check it, especially after Antwon turned off his phone. He didn’t want Lionel to intervene.

Lionel got ready to leave but then he thought about Giselle. This was deja-vu all over again. The last time he left her quickly, it was back at the downtown Brooklyn Marriott. He didn’t want her to feel used, but he couldn’t leave his friend out there doing something stupid. At least this time, he was thinking with a clearer head. He took out his phone and sent Giselle a text message. After he finished, he kissed her forehead, and then left the room.

Antwon took out the cigarette out of the box. He put it between his lips as he stood outside of the place. When he lit it, he took one long drag. He blew out the smoke and threw the cigarette down to the ground. He walked slow and methodically. He knew what he wanted to do. He looked down at his phone and remembered why he turned it off. He didn’t want a chance that Lionel could talk him out of what he was going to do.

As he got closer to the place, he spotted the green car coming down the block. He ducked into the laundromat. He saw the same bottle service girl from before. He never forgot her body. The image and curves were burned into his mind. He just needed to see it. He just needed to see the driver. He just had to see if it was the guy that held the gun to his head. The driver got out of the car to Janine. Antwon squinted harder and as soon as his vision focused, he ran across the street.

“I got your ass now.” His footsteps were loud and Martin whipped around. Before he could do anything, Antwon punched him the face.

“What the fuck?” Martin stumbled. “What’s wrong with you?” He asked Antwon.

“You don’t recognize me?” Antwon rushed him to the ground before he could answer. He started punching and kicking him.

“What’s wrong with you?” Janine screamed at him and started pushing Antwon.

“Look at me.” Antwon grabbed Janine. “You know me.”

“What?” She was still confused.

“You
know
me.” He emphasized.

Janine’s eyes opened wide. Suddenly she remembered him.

“I’m so sorry.” She started to apologize to him. Tears ran down her face and she started heaving. “I didn’t want to. I didn’t want-”

“I don’t give fuck.” He pulled out a gun and pointed it to her face. She was staring at him, not knowing what to do. He locked eyes with her and started to think of his next move, when he noticed that she looked away. He spun around just in time to move out of Martin’s way. Martin bumped into Janine, knocking her to the ground. Antwon brought his gun up and and pressed it to the back of his head.

“Now, do you remember me motherfucker?”

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LOVE IN THE PROJECTS 3

Shantel Johnson

© 2016 Sensual Ink Publishing

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Epilogue

Lionel was outside waiting for a cab. He paced back and forth off the street. He was losing his mind. His friend Antwon called him with a crazy voicemail and he was imagining all sorts of scenarios. He looked at his phone and saw that the closest cab was going to be there in ten minutes. He couldn't wait that long.

He walked up the block from his building. When he saw that the car rental place was still open he was glad. He was friendly with most of the staff, so he didn’t feel nervous going in.

“Hey Leo.” Tasha, a friend from his old high school greeted him. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m about to ask you for a crazy favor.”

“Oh boy.” She sighed. “What is it?”

“I’ve been waiting for a cab, but they are not coming fast enough. I need a car like right now.”

“Are you serious?” Tasha looked at him like he was crazy. She closed her eyes. Her mind was racing.

“This is an emergency. I can’t wait for the bus or train, and I’m still seeing that the next cab is coming in ten minutes. All this talking is not helping me.”

“Leo, I can’t let you borrow a car.” She informed him. “You would have to fill out paperwork and-”

“Can’t I do that and then come back?”

“I’m sorry, you can’t.” She shook her head. Lionel looked defeated but then she added. “You’d have to borrow my car.”

Lionel had to really contain his shock. He knew Tasha from high school, but even he can admit that they weren’t really friends. She was just a classmate that let him cheat off her exams. When the teachers started getting wise to that, she started to tutor him. After high school ended, they parted ways. He would have never saw her again if it wasn’t for the fact that she became the manager of the car rental place in his neighborhood. One day he walked by the place and heard his name. When he saw a beautiful, full figured, dark chocolate beauty, he didn’t recognize her. It was only when he glimpsed at her nametag that he remembered who she was. She was no longer that chubby geek. She now had a shape and was gorgeous.

“Really?” He kept holding back his shock, but bits and pieces of it slipped out.

“It’s clear that it’s an emergency. I just ask that you be careful with it.”

“I will, I will.” He assured her. She tossed the keys at him. “Thank you. You don’t even know how much I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome. It’s the black Camry out front. The last numbers on the license plate is 1984.”

Lionel rushed out and quickly spotted the Camry. It was only a year old and very nice. Once he got inside he was hit with the smell of lilacs. He smiled and honked the horn. When Tasha came to the entrance, he waved and then drove off. When he hit the first stop sign, his phone started to vibrate. He parked the car to the side and picked up the phone.

“Yo!” He answered quickly.

“Yeah man, it’s me.” Antwon answered in a calm tone.

“What the fuck? Yo, I’ve been calling you, why haven’t you been picking up the phone? I was trying to see what’s going on with you?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“What do I mean? You’re the one that left that voicemail talking about you were going to do something.”

“Yeah?”

“So…”

“So, what?”

“So, what the fuck happened?” Lionel found himself yelling on the phone.

“Look, just come pick me up. I’m in the Bronx. I’m a block away from Co-op City.”

“Co-op City? What the fuck are you doing all the way out there?”

“Just come and pick me up.”

Antwon ended the call. Lionel slammed his hands against the steering wheel. His friend could piss him off sometimes, but he just had to swallow all of this anger. He began to call Antwon again to get specific directions, but Antwon beat him to it. He sent him a text message with exact directions.

“I can’t with this nigga.” He muttered under his breath. He turned on the GPS and put in the directions. When it had a lock on the location, he switched on the radio station and drove off.

Racing through the streets of Brooklyn, Lionel’s mind was going just as fast as the car. He didn’t want to know what Antwon did. He kept trying to put out positive thoughts, but he knew how his hothead friend was. He knew that if Antwon went to the club, he was just going to confront Martin. Ever since finding out that Martin may have been the person to shoot him, Antwon’s been itching to get back at him. Even though Lionel knew it would be best to wait it out and sneak on them. If Antwon simply waited, he would have came up with a good plan. Maybe set them up and get all the answers to their questions, but now that Lionel thought of it, it was a foolish plan. It was foolish to ever think that Antwon would have been patient.

When he arrived at his destination, he had to look hard. He was sure that was Antwon in front of him, but something about him looked different.

“Whose car is this?” Antwon remarked the second he sat inside. “This car is nice.” He added. “I think it’s only a year old. Damn, where’d you get this?” He was smiling from ear to ear. Lionel didn’t answer him. Lionel was still staring at Antwon..or at least he thought it was.

“Excuse me, but what the fuck is going on?” Lionel cut to the chase. “Why the fuck do you look like that?”

“Look like what?” Antwon leaned back.

“Your hair. What have you done to your hair?”

“I dyed it a lighter shade of brown.”

“A lighter shade of brown?” Lionel repeated back to him. “Ever since when did you care about that hair color shit. You always kept with your black hair low cut Caesar.”

“I can’t change?” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Yeah, but you even dyed your eyebrows.” He pointed out. Antwon shrugged his shoulders. “And what about your clothes?” He asked him.

“Now you got something to say about my clothes?” He scoffed. “Go ahead and tell me Lionel.”

“Why does your clothes look like it’s from 1990?”

“I always wear baggy clothes.”

“Stop fucking lying.” Lionel said. “You wear your clothes to fit you, just like me. You hate baggy clothes. This whole shit is weird. I find you in the Bronx, with different color hair, and old ass clothes. What the fuck happened?”

Antwon shook his head. He really didn’t want to speak, he just wanted to get home.

“Can we just drop it?”

“Drop it?” Lionel almost found himself laughing. “What happened?”

“I went to the club looking for them.”

“I figured as much.”

“I didn’t see them. I bumped into a old girl I use to fuck with back in the day. She lives in The Bronx. I smashed, got some shit spilled on my clothes, and just grabbed whatever she had there.”

“That’s it?”

“Pretty much it.”

“And what about your hair?”

“She’s a beautician. She convinced me to do this shit.” He told his friend. Lionel squinted his eyes at him, but he didn’t acknowledge it. “Now, can you take me home? I’m fucking exhausted.”

“You’re tired from just having sex?”

“If you fuck the way I fuck, you’d be tired too.” Antwon gave half a laugh but Lionel didn’t join along. “Let’s just go.”

“Son, are you telling me the truth?”

“Can we fucking go?”

Lionel decided not to push any further. He pulled away and started to head back to Brooklyn. The car was awkwardly silent so he decided to turn the radio back on. The sounds of music filled the car but then it was cut short.

“We have some breaking news coming out of Brooklyn New York. There has been a double shooting in front of the strip club Allure…”