So Gone - By Jennifer Luckett Page 0,54

him. “I’m not ready for that,” I said apologetically.

“I understand, Mo’,” he replied.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Any woman that is worth having is worth waiting for,” he understood.

I smiled, then pecked him on the cheek.

“Goodnight, Mo’.” He returned my smile with one just as genuine and turns to go to his place.

My impression of him was good, but so was my first impression of Blunt.

Mind Must Be Playin’ Tricks On Me

Blunt

I knocked on Luscious’ door, and she let me in right away. “Hey, Daddy,” she purred and stepped up pressing her body against mine.

“Don’t hey daddy me! What the fuck you doin’ wit’ that bitch up in here? You kickin’ it wit’ the enemy now?” I pushed her up off me and pulled out my strap.

“What is your problem?” she cried.

“What the fuck was Mika doing over here?” I demanded to know. “Y’all hoes plottin’ against me?”

“She was just telling me what went down between y’all,” she swore.

“Yeah right. Since when have y’all two been tight?”

“I think she just needed somebody to talk to. Somebody who would understand her situation,” she explained.

I pressed the Glock to her forehead and watched a stream of water leak from the corner of her eye. I stared deep into her eyes for any sign of treason. Lucky for her, I didn’t spot any. “Well, make that your last time fuckin’ wit’ her—understand me?”

“Yes,” she said softly, as she eyed me up and down.

I looked down at the spot on my chest were her eyes were focused. Blood was splattered all over my white tee. It was either Fatal’s or Chunuchi’s. “Un huh, I’m the wrong nigga to test right now.” I confirmed the question in her eyes.

"What does that mean, Blunt? And why are you telling it to me?"

“From now on you’re either for me or against me, ain’t no more straddling the fence. So how you rockin’, Li’l Mama?” I demanded to know.

Luscious dropped to her knees and cooed, “Big Daddy, you ain’t got to ask me that. I’ve been that ride or die bitch for you all along." She unbuckled my pants, pulled out my bitch pleaser and stepped to her business.

“You’re my hoe for life, ain’t you?” I asked while watching her handle her business.

“Um hmm,” she gurgled.

“Get it rock hard, and I’ma fuck you in the ass. You need to be reminded what bad girls get,” I said knowing that she would be turned on by my thug passion.

“Yes, Daddy. I need you to punish me for being bad,” she replied. Her voice turned husky with anticipation.

When it was time for me to backdoor her, she undressed and got in position, tooting that ass up high off the floor. I dipped inside her honey walls to lubricate my joint first, then I eased inside her dark hole one inch at a time. She screamed out in pleasure and pain until I erupted inside her bowels.

As I laid on her back catching my breath, I put my strap to the back of her head and threatened, “If you ever cross me, I’ma murk that ass.”

"Daddy, I would rather die than flip on you," she whispered over and over again.

But something told me not to trust her. She had seen blood splotches all over my clothes and tomorrow when she found out that Chunuchi was dead, she would put two and two together. “Nigga, she already kno’ that you murked dudes she set up for you, and she hasn’t flipped on you yet,” I reminded myself.

When we fell asleep that night wit’ out daughter in-between, I dreamed that Luscious sold me out to Polo, the next vic on our agenda.

“Let me erase this problem,” I thought as I awoke and looked down into her face.

Can’t Take This Much Longer

Molaysia

Weeks had passed since the last craziness with Blunt, but he was not sitting idle. I was horrified by the news last week that Fabian had been killed, and his body had been found inside the trunk of his car down in The Bluff, Blunt's stomping grounds.

I believed in my heart that Blunt had killed Fabian, but I kept that to myself and tried not to let the guilt I felt eat me alive. Lately, I had been doing a lot of soul searching and spending time with Rocco.

We hung out every day, doing things like dining at different restaurants, going bowling, and watching movies. He was such a gentleman, and I was pleased to have his company. It really helped to keep my mind