Authors: De'nesha Diamond

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Bishop nods. “Ja'nay, pleased to meet you. I'm Juvonâbut you can call me âyour new man.'”

I grin like a fool.

My man
tucks himself back into his pants and then reaches for my arm. “Come on. Let me properly introduce you to my niggas out here.”

“Uhm. Give me a couple of minutes to clean myself up,” I say.

Bishop's face splits with a smile as he walks over to me and peppers my neck with kisses. “Take your time, Ja'nay.”

A warm rush races over me while he walks out the door.
Pull yourself together.
I lock the door behind him, grab my clutch off the floor, pull out my cell phone, and text my girl, Shariffa.

Shariffa

“S
o how long do you think that Qiana's going to keep that baby she cut out of Python's Baby's Momma?” a drunken voice floats over to me from the other booth. My ears immediately perk up.

“Girl, I don't know,” the second girl says. “Every day I wait for them to find that dead bitch she cut that kid out of and splash it all over the news. It ain't gonna be hard for niggas round our way to put two and two together and start eyeballin' us sideways.”

“We should have stopped her.”

“Yeah, and we would be lying right next to that high yellow bitch just like Tyneshia's ass, too.”

“Well if she gets caught, she better not snitch our names. She gets what she gets for dealing with that LeShelle bitch. We're only catching a break because that crazy bitch is laid up in the hospital.”

“Shhh. Keep your voice down.”

LeShelle?
I frown and try to put the pieces of the conversation together but can't get them to fit. Something about LeShelle and a baby being cut out of one of Python's baby mommas? Why the fuck would Leshelle be fucking with a couple of young Flowers? I can't even see that shit happening.

My phone vibrates against my lap, pulling me back to what the fuck I'm supposed to be doing. “It's about time,” I mutter when my cell phone vibrates in my left hand. I turn my back from the crowded bar inside Da Club and peek down at the text from Trigger.

“I bet her ass broke him off a piece first,” Brika gripes from over my shoulder. “Did you see them grabbing each other's shit off the jump?”

I roll my eyes. Brika needs to squash this jealousy bullshit. I don't have the time for it. “She counts five niggas. One door with a Remington bolt lock and four windows.” I shake my head. “She also says there's a mountain of cash stacked back there, too.”

“That's what I'm talking about. Cash moves everything around me,” Brika says.

From my right, Shacardi cuts in, “Money makes my clit hard.”

I slip my phone back into my purse, and then loop the strap so that it hangs diagonally across my body. “Let's do this shit. Brika, you come with me. Shacardi, y'all know what to do.”

Jaqorya bobs her head. “Hurry up. I'm cooking up in here under this wig. I don't know how some of these fake bitches do it.” To prove her point, she scratches the side of her head and her blond hair wiggles on top of her head.

I
feel
her pain. My shit is tryna squeeze my brain out, too. “C'mon.” I grab Brika by the arm as she slips into the character of a drunk bitch who can barely hold herself up. “I got you, girl. Let's get you home.” We stumble through the crowd on our way out the door. A few bitches catch an attitude as we bump and stomp on a few toes.

“Oh, God. I think I'm going to be sick,” Brika moans. Her toned legs wiggle like Jell-O.

“Sloppy bitches,” a muthafucka snickers as we slip past the bouncers.

“Fuck you,” I snap, giving him the bird.

“Oooh.” Brika moans and hikes up her skirt like she's about to piss right there on the sidewalk.

“Whoa.Yo!” A bouncer thunders toward us. “Y'all chickens need to get the fuck on with that bullshit.”

“We're going.We're going. Fuck, nigga.You ain't got to get all swoll.” I wrap my arm around Brika, pull her back up and then help her move on down the sidewalk. I take a quick peek to my left and spot Crunk still slumped down low in the getaway car and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Our eyes connect for a split moment, long enough for me to mentally telepath for his ass to calm the fuck down.

I don't know why we signed him up for this job. He doesn't have any experience doing this shit. At the same time, Lynch would have shit a brick if I told him what I was up to tonight. I'm tired of pussy-footing. I want to prove that we can strike at the heart of these muthafuckas.

Brika and I turn the corner toward the back and spot one more mountain-size soldier standing guard at the back door.

My girl ups her game, moaning louder and tripping out of one of her shoes.

The guard dog spots us and glares wearily. As we draw nearer, he shakes his head. “Nah. Nah. You bitches are gonna have to back the fuck up,” he barks, settling his hand onto the cannon he got at his hip.

Shit.

Brika plunges on. “Oh. I'm going to be sick.”

“You're going to be dead if you don't back on up away from this door.”

Committed to the role, Brika throw up chunks all over this nigga's Air Jordans Limited Editions.

“What the fuck?” His hand comes away from his hip as he jumps back. “Bitch, do you know how much I paid for these shoes?”

Without missing a beat, I come up with my gat drawn. “Here's your fuckin' refund.” I tap the trigger once and then watch the side of his face split open after the muffled shot. Muthafucka drops like a stoneâbut in front of the door.

“Fuck!” I want to kick my own ass. Now we got to try and move this big nigga. “Grab his feet. I'll get his arms.”

Brika frowns. “You sure? He's like four hundred poundsâeight hundred now that he's
dead
weight.”

“Unless you got a fucking crane parked out here somewhere, we gotta do what we gotta do. Now come the fuck on!”

Brika spares me the rest of her bullshit and grabs Black-zilla's legs. The first couple of tries, the muthafucka doesn't move.

“I don't believe this shit.” If we don't get moving, we're gonna fuck this hit up.

“Roll his ass,” Brika says, rushing over to get into position behind his hips.

The shit sounds good to me so I drop his arms and slide my hands beneath his back. “One . . . two . . . threeâpush,” I hiss.

Muthafucka nearly throws my back out. It's like tryna push a Mack truck up a steep hill. After a couple heaves and a heel snapping off my right shoe, the muthafucka rolls forward and flops on his face. “Again,” I order. Huffing and puffing, I lose the other heel, but once we get another good roll, I'm willing to charge this shit to the game.

“That right there is ridiculous,” Brika says, looking down at the fat man in disgust.

I agree with her, but it's not the rolls of fat that catches my attention. It's the man's cannon strapped on his hip. “Oooh, baby. Come to momma.” I tuck my own shit back to my thigh holster and reach for the sexy gat that has my ass hypnotized.

Brika looks green as shit for not having spotted it first. “You through shopping? We got to do this shit before we leave our girls twisting in the wind.”

She's right. I turn and level my new best friend at the door. When I pull the trigger, there's a loud explosion and I'm nearly knocked off my broken heels.

Brika charges through the room a second before me. “C'Z UP, NIGGAS!” She fires off warning shots to let them know that we mean business.

POW! POW! POW!

I flow right behind her, firing the cannon at a redheaded nigga with a listening problem. He goes for his weapon. I unload the cannon.This time I handle the kickback, but watch in amazement at the size of the hole in the center of his chest. Hell, it even takes him a second to realize that his ass is dead before keeling over on the poker table piled with money.

“What the fuck? Have you bitches lost your mind?” Bishop bolts to his feet, but then gets the shock of his life when our girl Trigger presses her .38 to the side of his head.

“Slow your roll, big daddy. Me and my cousins here are just gonna relieve you of some of these Benjamins.

POP! POP! POP!

Jaqorya and Shacardi are setting it off in the club to get the chaos going.

Bishop's narrowed gaze shifts to Trigger. “You set me up?”

She smiles. “It's just business, boo. Money over everything.”

Brika's jealousy surges. “Y'all fucked?”

I don't have time for no soap-opera bullshit. “Grab the money and let's roll,” I tell them.

Brika and Trigger get to work. Each pull a garbage bag out of their purses while keeping their gats trained on different targets.

Every nigga in here looks hot to death.

“You bitches don't know who the fuck you're messing with.” Bishop's rage makes his face ten shades darker.

“Of course we do.You're Lucifer's lil brother, ain't you?” I ask, knowing that the shit is the other way around. Muthafucka's face looks like an eggplant now.

“This shit ain't over,” he swears. “You can believe that shit.”

“It never is,” I tell him.The war in the streets will continue on long after all our asses are dead and gone.

Brika tugs the dead nigga off the pile of money so she can finish filling the bags with the bloody Benjamins.

“It's been a pleasure,” Trigger says, clearly with a double meaning.

They share a lookâand I can't tell whether he wants to kill her or fuck her. If it's the latter, I might pull up a chair and watch.

“Let's go!”

Brika throws the bag over her shoulder and races to join me at the door.

Trigger starts to creep around Bishop with her gun still trained on him. She only manages three steps before his anger gets the best of him and he lunges for her.

“You fuckin' bitch!”

When he moves, the other niggas jump into action and then everyone starts shooting.

Qiana

P
OP! POP! POP!

Belatedly, I register the pops of gunfire. But by that time, Diesel is out of his seat, gat in hand and tackling me.

“Get down!”

People scream and rush the exit.

I reach for my dropped clutch bag because my piece is in the bitch, but the minute I do, several red-bottom heels stab my hand for the effort. “Shiiit.”

Diesel snatches my shit up and then drags me along with the herd. Ain't nobody stopping to see why or which niggas are shooting. We're tryna get the fuck out. It isn't until after I've been rushed into an iced-out Range Rover that I even think about Lil Bit and Adaryl's asses. “Yo, what about my girls?”

“It's every nigga for theyselves,” Diesel says, peeling his whip out of the parking lot. Another smile hits his lips after he corners the next street. “Don't worry, Scar. I ain't gonna rape you.”

I look him up and down and then return his smile. “I ain't the one that needs to be concerned about being raped.”

He laughs. “You talk a lot of shit for a little girl,” Diesel says, shaking his head.

“Who the fuck you calling a little girl?” I challenge, biting my lower lip and easing my way across the center console. “Trust me. I'm more woman than you can handle.” I rub my titties against his muscled arm to try to get him to forget any possible statutory rape charges, but my shit backfires and I end up getting myself horny as hell.

Diesel flashes his crooked grin. “Everything ain't a game. Everyone you meet ain't meant to be played.”

My hackles rise at his playful warning. I ease back a bit and glance around his whip. His shit is tight to def. I peep his outfit again and calculate shit in my head. “What is it that you said that you did again?”

“Why? Are you wired?”

I relax again. “I don't know. Why don't you frisk me and find out?”

His green eyes caress my frame, but then linger on the cosmetic bandages on my face. He still doesn't look repulsed by it. If anything there's a flicker of desire.

“Take those off.”

I could play dumb, but what's the point? I reach up and remove the strips, keeping my eyes locked on him the entire time. When they're off, Diesel's lips inch higher. “Nice.”

He cups my chin and pulls me closer for a kiss. My mind is blown.

Diesel sneaks a look at the road and brings the car to a stop as he approaches a light. “Sit in my lap.”

The order surprises me, but he doesn't have to ask my ass twice. I hike up my skirt and climb over, my knees folded on either side of his hips. When I settle over his cock, a thrill sweeps throughout my body at the sheer size of him bumping against my wet panties.

“You think that you can handle all of that, lil girl?”

Oh shit. This nigga is going to turn my shit into a crime scene.
Instead of being scared, I get hotter than ever. I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth and nod.

A horn blares behind us.

The light is green. Diesel eases off the brake and drives through the intersection. “All right, Scarface. I'm putting you on. Show me what you can do.”

Confused, I blink like a deer caught in headlights.

He hikes up a brow as if asking what I'm waiting for.

I feel the car drift off to the right and peek over my shoulder to see that he's turning on the highway.

“What's wrong? You scared?” he asks.

A challenge.
Embracing the danger, I reach in between our bodies and unzip his jeans. When I wrap my hand around his cock, my heart trips up in my chest and the muscles in my belly quiver.

“And what are you going to do with that, hmm?”

“I'm gonna ride it,” I answer.

“Is that right?”

Diesel's baritone grows husky as I slide my hands up and down his dick. I can't stop because his shit feels like velvet.

“Well, don't talk about it, be about it.” He sneaks a quick peek over my shoulder at the road but then returns his attention to me.

A thrill-seeker.
The challenge has been made and it's now up to me whether I'm going to be down. My gaze sweeps over his fine ass once more and a sense of recklessness washes over me. “Watch the road,” I tell him, pushing up on my knees and reaching back in between my legs to push my damp panties to the side.

“Don't worry. I got this.You just do you, ma.”

I don't know what it is about him, but I grow bolder by the second. I want to please him in the worst way. I want to prove that age ain't nothing but a number and I'm down for anything. My limited experience in car play involves giving a soldier a blowjob while he coasted down the highway and one backseat quickie in the parking lot of the Horseshoe Casino. This shit here is on a whole 'nother level.

I ease my shaved pussy down over the fat head of his cock and suck in a sharp breath as my shit stretches open to accommodate his hard, silky pole.

“Fuuuuck,” Diesel exhales in a low, winding hiss.

The vehicle picks up speed.

Another injection of adrenaline rushes through me as Diesel's dick fills me from wall to wall. By the time I make it to his balls, I'm convinced I'm stretched to capacity.

“Damn, girl. You're gangster.” He slaps me on the ass. “Fuck me.”

“You mean like this?” I ask, grabbing the headrest behind his head and getting my deep grind on.

His sly smile grows devious. “That's it, Scarface. Work that shit.”

The vehicle speeds up again.

A car horn blares and I look to my right and see a group of niggas laughing and pointing. One muthafucka whips out his cell phone and starts filming our asses. I smile back and then reach down and get my titties to bounce in Diesel's face.

“Put one in my mouth,” he orders.

I comply and experience another thrill when instead of sucking, this nigga bites and chews on my hard nipples. It doesn't take long for a familiar sensation to flutter in my belly.

Diesel growls.

More horns blare as more cars peep us out. For the moment, I'm the hottest porno star on the planet and I want to make sure that I give them all something that they'll never forget.

I grind harder.

Diesel growls louder.

The vehicle flies faster.

The very thought that our asses could die at any moment is like a wild aphrodisiac that gets me higher than any drug I've ever tried. My nut launches up from my toes. I plant my hands up on the ceiling. Our gazes lock. I don't care if he can't see shit. I want his attention on what our bodies are doingâfeeling. I want us to be on the same vibe. He's here with me. I know it. I can feel it. In one nuclear orgasmic explosion, I cry out and then shatter into a million pieces. My white honey gushes like a geyser over his dick. In response to my quivering honeyed walls, Diesel's growl turns into a roar as he splashes his hot seed deep in my belly.

I collapse and rest my head on the crook of his neck.

Diesel glances over my shoulder at the road. “Oh shiiiit.” He wraps his arm around me and hits the brakes. His tires scream in protest and the unmistakable smell of burning rubber fills the vehicle. When I think I'm about to go sailing through the window, Diesel pops off the brake and swerves into the left lane, causing another series of horns to blare. To my right, I see the eighteen-wheeler we float by and realize how dangerously close we came to crashing into that muthafucka.

Now that the moment of danger has passed, I can still feel Diesel's heart thrumming in his neck. I don't know why, but I laugh.

He shakes his head. “You're a bad bitch,” he says, sounding impressed. “You really ain't scared of a muthafuckin' thing, are you?”

“Not when a sweet dick like yours is at stake.” I suck on his neck while he slaps me on the ass again.

“Scar knows how to work a muthafuckin' dick.” His laughter rumbles deeper than the joke warrants and I get suspicious. “What's so funny?”

“Honestly? I didn't think your ass would really do it. What the hell were you thinking? We could've been killed.”

“What?” I jerk my head up, blocking his view of the road again.

“I ain't never done no sick shit like that before.You're wild lil girl.”

Shocked, I shift off his lap and plop back into the passenger seat. “I
ain't
a lil girl.”

“Well, you don't fuck like no lil girl, I'll give you that,” he says, tucking his wet dick back into his pants. “Do you always do what people tell you to do?”

I blink. Is this muthafucka trying to do a Jedi mind trick on me? I'm tryna decide if I should be embarrassed or pissed.

Suddenly, another smile breaks out across his face. “Own your shit. I asked you to fuck me and you wanted to fuck meâand well, too.” He stretches his hand out and sinks his fingers into my pussy. “Now how about I take you over to my crib so I can return the favor?”

Hell. I hadn't even asked him where we are goingâor if he had a destination in mind. Either way, my brief annoyance is already ebbing away with his finger pumping in and out of my pussy.

“Would you like that, Scaface?”

Funny.That name is growing on me. “Mmmm.” I ease back against the door and spread my legs so that he has better access. I watch as his green eyes light up while he finger-fucks me.

“You're a nasty bitch. Look at you.You want to be grown. Your nigga Diesel is gonna make a real woman out of you tonight.”

I moan and squeeze my titties. In no time at all, I'm popping off another orgasm. Yeah. I'll roll with this muthafucka anywhere.

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