The Streets Or Me: A Louisiana Love Story (6 page)

"So you mean to tell me I can't slang on Washington no more? That block is hot right now mayne with fiends, this is bullshit."

I was awakened by loud voices coming from the downstairs area of the house. I checked the time and it was 6:30 in the morning way too damned early for this shit. I rose from the bed and slipped on my silk robe then made my way downstairs to Legacy's in home office where the voices were coming from.

I walk in the office to see some tired looking ass nickel and dime dealer sitting in front of the desk. He reeked of cheap whiskey, sex, and cigarette smoke, he glanced at me for a second then averted his gaze back to Legacy.

"Look you gotta take that shit somewhere else bruh. I got new workers to go into that territory as we speak," he replied.

"Besides your weak ass product ain't selling no way, my baby and his crew got that good work that'll keep them and you running back," I added sitting on the edge of the desk.

"Who the fuck-"

"Watch ya tone homie, you got the wrong one," Legz cut him off. "Now you either vacate the trap on ya own or my boys can move ya. The choice is yours," he said.

"Who in the hell thought it was wise to give you any position of power around here?" he asked smugly.

"Killa. Chino. Whoever intimidates you niggas the most around here," he replied leaning back in his seat.

I smirked at the smug expression on the guy’s face as he mumbled a few curse words under his breath before rising from his seat. One thing I can say is that I always admired about my father and brother, is that they put fear in anybody's heart even if they weren't present and they were very well respected all over Louisiana 'specially in the Northeast. Vinny led the guy out of the office and out the front door leaving Legacy and I alone.

"You wanna tell me why you decided to barge in on my conversation just now?" he eyed me.

"Don't try to act like you no damn boss Legacy. I heard that loud ass conversation upstairs so I came in. Is that a problem now?" I asked raising my brow.

He chuckled lightly as he stood up from his seat and towered over me. He had on a white beater that clung to his muscular chest and showed off the tattoos that covered each of his strong arms. My eyes traveled back up to his face as he stared at me with those intense icy blue eyes that could see through to your soul.

Being African American, Caucasian, and Spanish, Legacy had the most amazing exotic features known to man. With his coal black hair that he kept in a fresh taper with his deep sea waves, his smooth tanned caramel skin, those deep dimples in his cheeks, his full plump lips that sheltered his perfect white smile; he was definitely the type to turn several heads, but bitches knew that Legacy was mine. Not that it stopped them from trying to get him, but still they knew he would never leave me for them no matter how fine they were or how good their pussy/head game was; Legacy Martinez was mine.

"I may not be a boss to you baby girl, but I’m a boss to somebody," he smirked leaning towards me.

"You were put in control of things darling that doesn't make you a boss. Nice try though boo," I smiled patting the side of his face.

"I’m the boss of you tho." He smirked pulling me close to him as he palmed my ass.

"You think you're the boss of me, but you don't own me Legz," I replied.

"That may be true, but I can make yo' ass feel some type of way," he smirked biting his lip.

I swear every time he does that I get wetter than a running faucet. My mind goes completely blank as his lips attack my neck and a series of soft moans escape my throat. He makes it so hard to have an attitude or put him in his place when his tongue trails from my neck down to the exposed portion of my chest. His fingers tug at the string on my robe until he gets it open revealing my naked body.

His hands grope and his lips kiss every exposed part of my body causing more moans to escape my mouth as he lays me back on his desk.

"I may not own you, but I'm the only man allowed to touch and have you like this," he mumbles against my breast as his hands roam between my thighs.

"Fuck," I moan as he inserted two fingers inside of me.

"That's right Khy. You're mine. This is mine. Nobody can have you or this, but me." He growled before crashing his lips into mine.

He chuckles lightly as he admires my facial expressions. His fingers were building up an intense amount of tension inside of me as I felt myself reaching my climax.

"Oh no you don't," he growled pulling his fingers from my wetness.

I stared up at him hungrily as he stood there with that slick smirk on his face. He began to shed himself of his clothing before pushing me back onto the desk and roughly inserting himself inside of me 'causing me to moan loudly as I clawed away at his back.

My mind begins to explode as he thrusts deeper inside of me, giving me soft but long strokes. I felt my legs begin to tremble as I threatened to reach my climax, but he wasn't having that.

"You better hold it Khy," he growled as he pulled out.

I screamed loudly clutching his face as he rammed himself back inside of me. My thighs wrapped tightly around his waist as he worked inside of me. He pulled out once more as he turned me around and leaned me over the desk. He entered me again grabbing a fistful of my hair as he pounds me from behind.

I throw my head back in pleasure and let out another loud scream as he smacks my ass roughly. His deep thrust making my legs tremble and I didn't know how much longer I could hold my climax.

"Tell me you love me baby," he growled in my ear.

"Oh fuck,I love you baby. Ahh God, I love you," I cried out.

"You feel me Khy? Tell me where you feel daddy," he growled.

"Oooh it's my stomach daddy, ahhh," I cried.

A couple deeper quick strokes and I felt my body go limp as I released the most intense orgasm I've had in awhile, and I felt him release right behind me.

"Sweet Jesus! What the hell was that?" I breathed out.

"I had to show you who the boss is 'round here," he smirked slipping his shorts back on.

"Is it necessary to be that damned cocky or is it just apart of being a street nigga?" I asked shaking my head.

"It's a man thing, you wouldn't understand ma," he chuckled as he kissed me.

I finally regained a bit of feeling in my legs as I slipped my robe back on. I watched as he fixed things on his desk that had fallen off during our little sex session. I bit my lip softly as I replayed the moment that had just occurred between us and smiled. It's been awhile since we've done it like this, maybe I should make it my business to barge in on his meetings more often. Especially if it leads to us having sex like this.

"Glad to hear you made it safe bruh," I spoke into the phone. "Not even a full 24 hours and people already beating down the do', complaining and shit," I sighed.

I was on a call with Chi, making sure he made it to Houston safe since he left out last night. Shit feels weird with him being out in Texas and shit, but he gotta be around for his lil ones so I can't sweat it. Me, Luke, and Chino all been boys since we were teenagers, Chi the oldest at 29, Luke like 27, and shit I'm the youngest. We did everything together from slanging, robbing muhfuckas, killing, etc., never thought we'd gain this type of control and end up being split up. I guess that's just how the game go tho.

"I hear Luke got plans to go in on Trey and his crew for Miracle," he said.

"Can't really blame him bruh, that's his shawty and you know our code, if we can't get at the one that started the situation we go for the ones closest to 'em," I replied.

I can't really blame Luke for wanting to get at Trey. Word got back to us that Trey was saying he’d get at Miracle top if she ain't do time for shooting Shara, so yea his block gotta get knocked on blood.

"Real shit just make sure you got each other backs 'cause niggas gon' try as much as they can to get at yall and I hate to come back to start a war behind my niggas," he said.

"You know how we roll Chi...one ride we all ride...Street Kingz til we die," I said.

"Already my nigga. I'ma get up wit' ya later gotta hit up Killa and queen before I slide over to babymom's crib. Stay up bruh," he replied.

"No doubt, be easy fam...one," I said.

We ended the call as I pulled up at one of the trap houses that I run over on the Eastside of town. I hop out my Benz and see a few of the workers standing around looking crazy, these niggas must think it's casual day or some shit. It's time to work!

"Marco, Dyme what the fuck you standing around looking stupid for?  Muhfuckas should be working," I said, walking toward them.

"Legz, somebody raided the trap and we think they still in there," Marco replied.

"What the fuck you mean they still in there? If they in there why the fuck you out here then?" I yelled.

I swear they gotta be some of the dumbest lil niggas I ever met in my fucking life yo. I pulled my strap from my waistband making sure the safety was off.

"Marco...Dyme...Rook, come with me. The rest of you stay out here, if anybody come on that don't belong blast they ass," I commanded.

They all nodded as the others followed me into the house. You could hear alot of movement as we made our way inside. We all split up throughout the place; I was headed toward the back when I saw somebody running toward the back door. I fired two shots and I heard the body drop as I inched my way towards the person still making sure no one else was coming my way.

I flipped the body over pulling the ski mask from his face. Just another senseless ass nigga from the hood that think he can run in a nigga shit and won't be touched. smh. One thing I don't tolerate is a muhfucka running in my shit tryna take shit, shit just don't fly with me at all.

"Legz, you straight?" Rook asked.

"Straight. Anybody else in here besides us?" I asked.

"Nah, we good. Marco bodied a nigga in one of the rooms, but we straight," he replied.

"Good. Now get them dumb muhfuckas in here to clean this shit up. I'll be in the basement. Marco come with me," I said making my way to the basement.

That's where the safe was, and I needed to check it.  Then move everything before somebody else got the balls to run up in my shit. We walked in making sure to close and lock the door. I kneeled in front of the safe and put in the combination to unlock it; it swung open revealing stacks of money and loads of work. Marco, Dyme, and Rook are the only ones with the combination and access to this safe, so if anything missing or come up short it's on their heads.

"How much did ya’ll count last night?" I asked.

"We each did a separate count, but all together it added up to $40,000 added with the $50,000 that was in there before Chino left plus Luke dropped $20,000 before he left so-"

"$110,000," I cut him off. "Did  take any extra work(drugs) outta here?"

"Rook took out two bricks last night, but that's it," he replied as I nodded.

I sat everything on the desk then sat down and started sorting shit out.

"Yo Legz, what's up with Chi leaving with no explanation? I mean it's bad enough Killa leaving the game and he ain't say who he left in charge. What's up with that?" he asked.

"Some changes been made, but ya gon' find out about that tomorrow at the meeting. As far as Chi, he still down with us, he just took his percentage of the business and moved to Houston to be wit' his lil ones," I replied.

"Aight, so who taking over for Killa then?" he asked.

"You wanna know too much too damn early. Look you just stay on yo toes 'round here, everything else will be discussed tomorrow. Now hand me them bags so I can get this shit outta here," I replied.

Everything was accounted for aside from the two bricks that Rook took out which I know is for business so I ain't tripping. I bagged everything up then we carried it out to my car and placed it in my trunk. I'll just take it to the crib after I finish making my rounds. Even though I got this "new power" don't mean I'm gon' stop getting my money from these fiends and kicking it with my other partners, it wouldn't feel right.