Larceny (20 page)

I waited for about ten minutes before I saw Petey and Chicken Wing walking toward their cars. Pebbles wasn't with 'em, which was good, 'cause if she was then I'd have to whack her too, and I wasn't try'na kill no bitch who ain't had a damn thing to do with this.

As they got closer, I could hear them talking.

“Damn, slim, I told you we shoulda got that nigga Bilal first. He the one wit' all the bank,” Chicken Wing said.

“It's hard to get that bitch-ass nigga because he don't even be coming out,” Petey said.

“Yeah, I searched the fuck out that party for him.”

As I heard these niggas talking about killing and robbing my best friend, my only family, I knew I had to kill these niggas. I wasn't nervous or anxious; I just wanted this shit to be done right.

As Petey walked toward his car, Chicken Wing stepped off.

“I'll see you tomorrow. We can page that bitch nigga Bilal, tell 'im we got his money, and get him then,” Petey said.

“Yeah, that's what's happening,” Chicken Wing said.

Chicken Wing headed down the street to his car. Damn, that nigga Chicken Wing was getting away. Fuck it. I couldn't let the cat outta the bag. If I jumped out then, I'd have to kill Petey then chase Chicken Wing down the street, and that shit would be real sloppy and for sure somebody would see me. So, I stayed on Petey.

As Petey got close to the car, I positioned myself, and as soon as he put his key in the door, I rolled from under the car and placed my gun right up under his nut rack and said, “Nigga, if you still wanna make babies, then shut the fuck up!”

Petey was in shock. He couldn't move or scream, so he tried to negotiate. “Look, man, all I got is my Rolex and about fifteen hundred on me. You can have the shit.”

“Naw, nigga, give it to your peoples for funeral arrangements,” I said, and then I shot Petey in the nuts three times.
Pat-pat-pat.

As Petey stumbled back in shock, holdin' his nuts, I got up and shot him three times in the chest.
Pat-pat-pat
. He then fell to the ground. I looked around for a second to see if anybody saw me, but no one was in sight. I then stood over him and delivered four shots to his head.
Pat-pat-pat-pat.

I spit on him, and as he lay there dying, I said, “You deserved that, you bitch-ass nigga!” I wiped off the gun, took off the silencer, and put it in my pocket. I put my Rolex and bracelet back on, threw the gun down the sewer, and headed back to the party.

As I was walking up to the front entrance, I could hear the seductive melody of Teddy Pendergrass's voice penetrating through the speakers. On my way back in, I saw a good dude I knew by the name of Cat Eye Tony, on his way out.

“What's up, Jovan?” Cat Eye Tony said.

“What's up, Tony? Hey, the party over or what?” I said.

“Yeah, Jovan, you know when they play Teddy Pendergrass's ‘Turn Off The Lights' that means it's time to roll.”

“Yeah, I know. I'll holla at you, Tony.”

“Okay. Good to see you, Jovan.”

“Yeah, you too, Tony.”

While maneuvering my way through the crowd of people who were leaving the party, I looked around and noticed that Sonya and Germain weren't standing in the same spot I had left them. After a few seconds I finally spotted them over by the picture booth, talking to a few of their female friends. I walked over and slightly eased my hand on Sonya's waist, pulling her away.

“What's up, boo? Did I take too long?” I asked her, nibbling on her ear.

“No, you said you'd be gone twenty minutes. That was only fifteen minutes,” Sonya said.

“So, you clockin' me now?”

“How can I clock a man that's always on time?”

“Look, this joint 'bout over. You ready to go?”

“Yeah. Oh, Germain, Jovan is gonna take me home tonight,” Sonya said.

“What?” Germain said, looking at her with an evil eye.

“Like I said, Jovan taking me home, so now you can get back to your husband early,” Sonya said, giving Germain the same evil eye.

“Sonya, you nasty!” Germain said, laughing. “Shut up, girl. You so silly.”

“Jovan, take it easy on her,” Germain said, winking her eye at me.

“Bye, Germain.”

“Bye then.”

“Germain, you want us to walk you to your car?” I asked.

“Yeah, Jovan, thanks.”

We walked Germain to her car and said our good-byes once again.

“You know something? Y'all two look cute together,” Germain said, getting into her car.

“Bye, silly. Call me when you get in the house,” Sonya said.

As I walked Sonya to my car, we saw a small crowd and the police up ahead.

“Look, Jovan, something happened.”

“Well, boo, it ain't none of our business. C'mon, get in the car,” I said, knowing that we had to get out of there fast now that the police had shown up.

“See, that's why I don't like going out. Niggas always out trippin',” she said.

“Yeah, I know. They always doing something stupid.”

“Why can't they be more like you?” Sonya said.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you got a job and you don't be around a lot of niggas. You just be chillin', and you still got the same things these niggas out here hustling got.”

“I guess that's the life they chose,” I told her, but in my head I was saying,
Baby, you just don't know. I'm the reason why everybody standin' there. I just gave ten shots to a nigga who deserved it.

As we pulled off and made our way through traffic, I put in a CD that would fit the mood. Traffic began to flow and the music began to take over our emotions. I played Jon B & Tupac's song “Baby Are U Still Down.” Out the corner of my eye I peeped Sonya staring at my watch as the street lights beamed down on its diamonds that reflected rays of rainbows. As my 850I BMW glided up Connecticut Avenue in the cool summer night like a space ship taking off, I placed my hand on Sonya's thigh and rubbed it softly as if I was rubbin' a lion's fur. I could see that just from me touching her like that, I put her at ease to a point where she placed her hand on top of mine and closed her eyes.

When I pulled up to Sonya's condo, she was sleeping lightly. “Hey, Sonya, we're here,” I said to her, gently waking her.

She woke up in amazement and said, “Oh, I'm sorry, Jovan. I guess I got caught up in the music and fell asleep.”

“So am I going to see you tomorrow or what?”

“Sure, Jovan,” Sonya said.

“Would you like me to walk you to your door?” I asked, hoping that she would invite me in.

“Sure. That'll be nice.”

I parked my car and walked Sonya to her door. Once we got to the door, Sonya turned around and planted such a wet, erotic kiss on my lips that I couldn't hold back. I held her soft body close and we kissed passionately for what seemed like an eternity. Then she placed her key in the door. As I turned around and began to walk away, Sonya stood in her doorway and watched me go down the hall. I turned around once more and looked at her staring at me.

“What's wrong, boo?” I asked her.

Sonya looked at me with those pretty eyes and said, “Jovan, please stay with me tonight.”

That's all she had to say because as soon as we got in her apartment, Sonya grabbed my hand and directed me to her bedroom. All at once, I pressed my tongue deep into her mouth and slid off her dress with one stroke. As she took off my jacket and shirt, I admired her perfect body. Her titties were round, not too big and not too small, but perfect. She wasn't wearing any panties, and I saw that her pussy was neatly shaved.

I caressed her lips while she continued to unbutton my pants, and soon we were both completely naked.

As I placed her on the bed and kissed her more passionately, I began to run my fingers over her hard nipples and lightly sucked on them as if I was sucking on a fresh strawberry. I then ran my wet tongue all over her breasts, down to her navel, and then to her thighs. As her moans of ecstasy grew, I caressed her thighs and gently ran my tongue teasingly around the outside of her pussy. I could feel her body ripple and tense as I continued. I didn't move too fast or too slow; I patiently took my time exploring Sonya's sweet pussy.

As I kept going, I could feel her hands reaching behind my head, trying to get me to crush my face into her pussy, eager for me to lick more of her, but I wasn't going to make it that easy for her. Instead, I grabbed her hands and held them back and continued to tease her sweet, throbbing pussy, never penetrating her, only dabbing and rubbing it slightly.

She moaned as I felt her body shudder and all at once, I pressed my tongue deep into her pussy and she gave a soft cry.

“Oh my God, Jovan!”

I motioned my tongue in and out of her pussy as if it was my dick. Then I started licking on her clit as if it was an ice cream cone, up and down, side to side. While licking on her clit, I pressed one finger inside her wet pussy, and as her moans got louder, I placed two fingers deep into her pussy and positioned them in a motion as if telling someone to come here, until I felt a spongy spot of flesh. I continued to lick Sonya's clit until I found her G spot, and then her soft moans became a loud cry.

“Oh my God, Jovan. wWhat are you doing to me? Oh, Jovan, Jovan, Jovan!” Sonya screamed.

I could feel her body tremble and her legs shake as she closed her eyes tightly and let the waves of her orgasm rush through her body.

After Sonya had come repeatedly, I caressed her thighs for about ten seconds, letting her catch her breath. I lay on top of her in the missionary position and gently stuck my hard dick into her wet pussy. Sonya held me so tight that I could feel the rate of her heartbeat. As I stuck my dick deep into her pussy, Sonya pushed forward toward my dick, letting her clit rub up against my flesh as we joined in rhythm.

I ran my tongue around her nipples, kissed her neck, and enjoyed her moans as she whispered in my ear, “Oh, Jovan, baby, don't stop. Don't ever stop. This dick is so good, baby. Oh, Jovan, you don't know what you're doing to me!”

Again, I could feel her body tense and tremble as she came all over my dick, pussy juices flowing. Again I lay there for ten seconds letting her recoup, then I turned her around, massaged her back, and ran my tongue all over her body.

I grabbed hold of Sonya's ass, which was soft and pretty, and rubbed it for a few seconds. Then I pulled her up in a doggy-style position, spread her ass cheeks apart, positioned myself behind her, and slowly put my full-length, hard, throbbing dick into her wet pussy.

Sonya's pussy clung tightly onto my dick as I deeply penetrated her slowly with long, deep strokes and our rhythm came together at once. As I began to move in and out of her faster, her moaning got louder as her orgasm began to build.

“Oh, Jovan, you're fucking me so good, baby! Why are you doing this to me?”

My rhythm began to move faster and faster, and the more strokes I made, the wetter her pussy got. Sonya's pussy was so wet that her juices were dripping off my balls.

“Oh, yes, Jovan! Fuck me, boo! Fuck me, boo!”

As she cried out in pleasure, I began to pound harder into her. I pounded Sonya's pussy and caressed her ass at the same time with a ferocity that was sending her over the brink. Sonya's body tightened and her squeals of pleasure became sobs of ecstasy.

She looked over her shoulder into my eyes and moaned, “Jovan, I'm about to cum. Jovan, I'm cumming, boo! Oh, boo, I'm cumming! Oh, Jovan, I'm cumming!”

Sonya's pussy exploded on my dick as she sunk her head into her pillow trying to hide her tears of joy, pain, pleasure and lust, lovemaking and fucking, all wrapped up in one.

As she got herself together, I lay down beside her and placed her head on my chest, ran my fingers through her hair, and gently kissed her on her forehead and lips.

“Jovan,” she said

“Yeah, boo?”

“Please don't leave me. I need you, boo.”

“I ain't going anywhere,” I said, stroking her breasts gently.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

With that, Sonya began to rub my dick and kiss my chest at the same time. She kissed all over my body while stroking my dick hard. Then she grabbed my dick and played with it before easing down and taking it into her mouth.

Her tongue moved around the head of my dick slowly as she stroked it up and down. Damn, that shit felt good. She then began sucking it slowly as the blood continued to swell my dick. Sonya was bobbing her head up and down, sending me to a place of ecstasy no woman had ever taken me before.

As I was about to cum, Sonya stopped sucking my dick and got on top and rode my dick, moving her hips back and forth, up and down, and harder and faster, until we both came and I exploded a load that was built up from the moment we met.

Sonya lay on top of me with my dick still in her pussy and her face buried in my chest. “Jovan, you don't know what you just did to me. Please don't hurt, me baby.”

I made love to Sonya all night and all morning. After we took a shower together, I looked over at my pager and saw that Bilal was paging me. I called him back while Sonya was cooking breakfast.

“Hello,” Bilal said.

“Lal, what's up, nigga?”

“Man, why you ain't call me back last night? I got a little worried.”

“Worried for what? Nigga, I'm like James Bond.”

“Did everything go all right?” Bilal asked.