Payback Ain't Enough (26 page)

I kicked his leg, broke away and headed for the stairs.

“Shan!” I heard him yell, then he was right behind me. I don’t know why I was trying to get away from him. I ran the best I could in stilettos. When I reached the top of the stairs I ran right into my bedroom, out of breath and damn near lost my balance. I tried to close the door, but he pushed it open so hard, I almost hit the floor.

“Briggen! What are you doing? Stop it.” He grabbed me and threw me onto the bed and got on top of me. “You’re messing up my clothes, mooove… Brig! I have clients to go meet.” I squirmed under him.

“Be still. I’m getting me some of this pussy today.”

“I don’t think so! You better go fuck the ho you just left.”

“Uh-uh. I want to fuck this ho right here.” His hot breath met my neck as his soft lips followed. He was wearing me down.

“I’m not a ho! You are the ho.” He had my legs open and his dick out. There was nothing else needed to be said. The next thing I heard was my panties ripping. I squirmed a little bit, and then welcomed him inside me. “Daddy,” I moaned, enjoying his deep strokes.

“What? Didn’t I tell you I was going to fuck you today?” he asked as his dick slipped in and out of my wetness.

I didn’t respond. I closed my eyes. As the sounds of our
moans filled the room, I was overcome by the emotions of both love and hate.

“I miss this pussy,” he whispered between the soft kisses he was placing on my lips.

“I miss this dick. I still hate you though,” I responded while sucking his lips.

“Why?” He plunged deeper.

“Ahhh… Because I still love you.” At that moment I was like, fuck it! His dick was speaking loud and clear, and my pussy was listening.

“Brig—oh shit! I still love you,” I told him again.

“Of course you do.”

Bastard.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Sharia had called me over to her crib to share some news with me. She told me this was definitely something that she had to tell me face-to-face.

“Aiight. You got me here, so what’s up?”

“Nigga, please. Don’t act like I just want you here to be all up in your face. Sit down.” She pushed me onto the sofa. “That number you gave me to look up? The Joy girl? She is Cisco’s wife of seven years. I knew something was strange about that nigga, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. That nigga lived a double life.” She hit her palm with her fist, pacing back and forth.

“Seven years?” I blurted.

“Seven, cousin. But that ain’t the clincher. The bitch works for a Congressman Duffy. So if she wants to make trouble, she can. And from the way you said she sounded, she probably already started.”

“Man, fuck that bitch! I’m the one who can make trouble,” I reminded Sharia.

“Cuz, listen to me. That nigga Cisco kept a list and she has it.”

“What kind of list?”

“Nigga, you know damn well what kind of list, and if she has it, that shit could get in the wrong hands. My gut is telling me that we can’t take this bitch lightly.” It was obvious this new bitch had Sharia shook, but I wasn’t beat.

“Maaan, fuck that bitch and her list! Shit, I got a list too, and she on it. And from what I see, her name is coming up next,” I said, then smiled.

“Look, you do what you got to do. I told you, so my hands are clean. This shit ain’t no game, Dark.” She looked at me with concern in her eyes. “I’ma catch up with you later. I have an errand to run so make sure you lock up before you leave out.”

She left me sitting there looking at the walls and listening to my thoughts. I had several loose ends to tie up before I met with The Consortium. But one thing I was sure about: the shit she just revealed confirmed that all my shit was coming together.

I was so excited. Tonight was going to be another huge success to add to the entertainment portion of my résumé. It was Halloween, and I had rented this mansion outside of the city. It was supposed to be a Halloween costume bash but it looked more like a Pimp-of-the-Year contest. So many niggas came
dressed as pimps, and bitches came dressed as hoes. Where was the originality? I mean, after all, it was 2011. Pimps didn’t even dress like that anymore. Standing at the front door, I saw several Nefertitis and there was a Little Bo Peep. I mean, who wants to dress up like a sheepherder? Speaking of which, I saw an Italian couple dressed like Snooki and Pauly D from the
Jersey Shore,
Otis the security guard from
Martin,
Hoda, Spider-Man, Steve Jobs, Kanye West, Jay-Z and Lil Wayne. There were twenty niggas dressed like The Mack, Lady Gaga, Prince, the Dali Lama and about five Foxy Browns, four Nicki Minajs and for myself, I kept it simple. I was a Catholic schoolgirl, with two pigtails, barrettes, and Mary Janes. My main concern was that everybody looked as if they were having a good time. Local TV and several magazines were present, snapping pictures and conducting a few interviews. I was in my moment, that was until I saw Briggen and Mia heading up the walkway without wearing costumes. The smile I had been wearing up to that point instantly dropped from my face. My nostrils flared as hot flashes surged through my body. I started to say something, but instead, I turned and disappeared into the house real quick.

I was surprised when Mia and I pulled up in front of this haunted mansion. There was valet parking, and cars were everywhere. As I stepped over dead bodies to get to the front door, I saw that the spot was packed. I couldn’t front. I was somewhat impressed.

“Damn, baby, she is serious about this party stuff,” Mia said.

I spotted Shan standing there with a big smile plastered on her face. But when she saw me and Mia, she frowned, turned and walked away.

“Mia, let me talk to Shan. We are not staying long, so don’t get lost,” I warned her.

I’m sure she saw the lust in my eyes. That’s why she gave me a look that would kill a nigga, but I didn’t give a fuck.

I headed to where I hoped Shan was going. When I spotted her, I was into her little Catholic schoolgirl persona. She wore the short skirt, little socks, patent leather Mary Jane shoes and two cute and sexy little curly pigtails. I was turned on.

“Shan! Shan!” I called her. When she turned around I saw her breasts threatening to burst out of the blouse she had on. Her two red pigtails with red ribbons tied around them swung as her head snapped back. She waved me off and kept on walking. I followed her through the crowd and into the kitchen. Then I grabbed her hand.

“Hey, young lady, what’s your name?” I asked her.

“What are you doing here with your bitch?” she asked dryly.

“Why are you giving me a hard time, as if we didn’t just fuck the other day? Plus, it’s a costume party, and I bought a ticket just like everybody else.”

“Then where is your costume?”

“I just came to check things out. I don’t need a costume for that,” I said as I massaged her hand.

“Mmmhmmm. What’s up, Briggen? I know you are not here to just check things out. So what’s up?” She was all skeptical and shit, but I ignored that and tried to get my mack on.

“They say that you little Catholic girls are fast. Look at you all pregnant and shit. You ever been out with a hustler before?”

She stood there looking me up and down as if she was trying to figure me out. Then she said, “Been there and done that. You see my belly, don’t you?” She played along pulling her hand away from mine as she grabbed a green lollipop out of the candy dish sitting on the kitchen counter. She unwrapped it, keeping her eyes on me and began to suck it seductively. “Now what can I do for you… Mr.? What did you say your name was?”

“The name is Mr. Thompson. And yours?”

“I’m Shan. Is that your girlfriend you were with?”

“Don’t worry about that. How old are you?”

“Don’t worry about that,” she shot back.

The way she made her lips wrap around that lollipop reminded me of how she sucked my dick. “Can I take you for a ride in my car?”

“Depends on what you’re driving. And why we gotta go for a ride? What do you want from me?”

“I’m driving an Aston. You ever rode in one of them before?”

“An Aston? That would make the girls at my school very, very jealous.”

“It sure would. So come on. Let me show it to you.” I grabbed her hand again, ready to take her to my ride to get my joint waxed.

“Slow down, playboy. I’m not
that
concerned with what you are driving. I’m more concerned with what you’re working with. If you ain’t working with the right size stick, I will be disappointed.”

I took her hand and guided it up and down my stick. “Is my stick big enough for you to handle?”

She wouldn’t turn it loose. “Yeah, I can call you Big Daddy. But damn, I don’t think I can make it to your ride.” She had that fuck-me-right-now look on her face that I knew so well. She grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. “Show me this Aston,” she teased.

“Hold up, Shorty. I need to make sure you are ready for me.” It was my turn to play hard. “You sure you can handle all of this?”

“What do you mean by that?” She pretended she didn’t know what I was referring to.

I placed my hand on her thigh and slid it up that short miniskirt she was wearing so well. To my surprise she didn’t have on any panties. “Oh, you
are
a fast one.” Her juices were already sticking to her thigh. I slid two fingers up in her pussy as she unzipped my pants. I took my fingers out and sat her on top of a stool. “Why the fuck you ain’t got no panties on?” Our game was over. I was done playing. I had an attitude, but my dick was still hard as hell, and I needed to get some relief.

“Because I knew Big Daddy was coming to see me,” she purred as she grabbed my dick and placed it at her hot wet opening.

“Bullshit, Shan.” Just as I plunged my dick up in her, Mia barged into the kitchen.

“Brig—”

“I’ll be right there, Mia,” I snapped.

Shan wrapped her legs around my waist and started riding my dick.

Mia looked at me up in Shan’s pussy and lost it, “Fuck you, Briggen!” she screamed. “You and this bitch deserve each
other! I hope your black ass got a ride home! I’m outta here.” She hawked and spit on the floor.

I wanted to give a fuck, but I couldn’t. Shan was fucking me only as Shan could do.

“Oooh, Big Daddy,” Shan moaned, as if Mia had not just thrown a temper tantrum. “I’m lovin’ what you working with.”

“Shan, answer me. Why the fuck you ain’t got no panties on? What nigga up in here were you planning on giving my pussy to?” I was still on that shit as I slid in and out of her pussy, fucking her harder.

“Nigga, please,” Shan mumbled. “We barely fucked twice in the last four or five months, and you gonna choose now to be on some macho bullshit? Shut up and fuck me!”

“You ain’t got no panties on, and your pussy was all wet. What the fuck am I supposed to think?” I was mad, but the pussy was feeling too good for me to pull out. Instead, I started fucking her faster.

“I don’t give a fuck what you think. Somebody was gonna fuck this pussy tonight, it just happened to be you.” At that moment Shan started cumming. I was so mad, I tried to pull out to keep her from enjoying herself, but her legs were locked around the back of my legs, and she had both hands squeezing my ass. I couldn’t move if I wanted to. I was stuck there watching her facial expression as she skeeted all over my dick.

“What the fuck you mean, somebody was gonna fuck this pussy?” I asked all out of breath.

“Let me find out, my baby is jealous,” she said releasing me from her grip. “Shit, I needed that,” she said, continuing to ignore my bitching. Her blouse had popped open, and I
couldn’t help but lean over and angrily suck her tits and bite at her nipples. The shit was good. I had forgotten what I was missing. What the fuck was I thinking? Pregnant pussy was the best.

Even though I was still hard, I stood back and tucked my dick away. “I’m not going to ask you again.” At that moment, I thought I heard gunfire but wasn’t sure because there was so much commotion mixed with the loud music.

Shan pushed me back. “Did you hear that?” she asked, confirming what I knew I had heard. She got down off the stool and fixed her clothes. “I know these niggas ain’t crashing my party! I know they not crashing it!” She started yelling and looking as if she was about to spazz out over her damn party. “They’re coming after me, Briggen.”

“Something’s going on. That was gunfire.” I grabbed her. “Stay your ass back here. Stay, Shan.”

“I’m not a dog, Briggen. You stay!” she said still trying to pull her clothes together.

When she saw me pull out my gat, she knew it was no longer a game.

I sat there conflicted and afraid, waiting on the person that Cisco instructed me to turn this list over to. I looked over it a million times, and I still couldn’t believe that he was involved with these people. His list was getting ready to change my whole life. Not only was my husband’s killer going to come to justice, I stood to receive millions of dollars. Cisco was going to keep his promise to me from the
grave that I would never have to worry about how me and the kids were going to eat.