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Getting on top of her, Legend positioned himself in between her thighs. The smell of his freshly cleansed body drove Zoë insane. To her, there was nothing better than a man that looked and smelled good. Lying so close that they exchanged breaths, she relished the feel of him rubbing and touching her thighs.

Zoë knew she was a fool for giving in to Legend so easily, but getting physical with him was the only way she felt close to him. It had become their routine. He played her, she played mad, they'd argue, and then he would please her so well that she would forget about the entire situation. Sometimes she wondered if it was all a game to him.

Tracing his finger from her cheek to her lips, Legend watched as Zoë hungrily took it into her mouth. Licking and sucking his finger, she moaned as Legend toyed with her nipples with his other hand. Zoë knew she couldn't turn back, so she opened her mind and let the moment be. There were so many things that she wanted him to do to her. It seemed as if her entire body craved his touch.

Feeling the same way, Legend bit and pinched her nipples until they were nice and hard. In one swift move, he replaced his finger with his tongue and placed on a condom. Gazing into her eyes, Legend slowly rubbed his dick against Zoë's vaginal lips.

“Put it in for me,” he instructed.

Doing as she was told, Zoë grabbed his dick and slowly eased all nine inches inside of her. Zoë was tight as hell. Legend felt like he was fucking a virgin. As he enjoyed the newness of her pussy, he playfully teased her by pushing himself all the way in, hitting bottom, then pulling out over and over again. It took everything in Legend to hold his cum back; he wanted to bust a nut so bad.

Zoë couldn't believe they were actually having sex, and the feeling was so good. Legend held her waist tight as he slowly pumped in and out. He wanted to make sure that after their first time together, she would want no other.

Zoë thought she was losing her mind. He felt so good. The way he stroked and kissed her lips had her dripping wet with desire. At that moment, all expectations were left at the door. The only thing she wanted was for Legend to make her cum.

As her first orgasm neared, she became dizzy. With her head spinning and her body covered in sweat, Zoë came long and hard. Just getting started, Legend flipped her over onto her stomach.

“Wait, wait, baby. I can't cum again yet.” She moaned, trying to pull herself together.

“Fuck that. I'm about to tear your shit up.”

And with that said, Legend began hitting it from the back doggystyle. Holding her waist with his hands, he rotated his hips in a circular motion, hitting all four of her corners.

“Legend . . . baby . . . ooh, stop . . . you hitting my spooooot . . . Shit!” Zoë screamed as her thighs began to shake.

“Uh-uh, you . . . gon' . . . take . . . this . . . dick!”

Grinding hard but slow, Legend continued to hit her with the death stroke. The tightness of her pussy had him going insane. He could feel cum building up in the tip of his dick, but being the nigga he was, he held it back. Legend had a point to prove.

“Ooh, baby, I'm getting ready to cum again.”

“G'on and get that shit off, boo,” Legend moaned.

“Cum with me!” she demanded. Screaming his name, Zoë came all over his dick.

Cumming too, Legend had to bite down on his lip so he wouldn't scream out like a bitch. Still not done pleasing her, he pulled out and slid his way down in between her thighs.

Tasting the creamy cum that pooled in her wetness, he flicked his tongue across her clit at lightning speed.

“Legend!” she screamed, cumming again for the third time.

“Shh, baby, let me taste you,” he said, holding her thighs in place.

“Ooh, I hate you! I hate you!” she moaned as she held onto his head.

Legend wiped his mouth and made his way back up to Zoë's lips. Without saying a word, he kissed her lips. Roughly, Legend cupped her chin with his hand and tantalized her tongue with his. He hoped that the words he couldn't convey with his mouth came through with his heart.

Hating him and loving him all at the same time, Zoë kissed him back with much intensity.

“You hate me?” he questioned out of nowhere.

“What?” she asked, confused.

“You said you hate me.”

“I don't even remember saying that,” Zoë lied, making light of the situation.

“Yeah, right. Don't ever let that shit come out yo' mouth again,” Legend snapped, pushing her away and getting out of bed.

Turning over on her side, Zoë knew she was wrong for allowing Legend to fuck all of his mistakes away. Every time she came in contact with him, he played chess with her heart, and each time she lost. But being with Legend was like a high she couldn't come down from. As she pulled the covers over her body, Zoë knew that she could only play the fool for Legend for so much longer.

“That's the only information you have?” Federal Agent Lansing asked.

“Yeah, I told you dude been chillin' since he got engaged,” NaSheed answered, smoking a cigarette.

“I don't believe this! We brought you in six months ago, and you have yet to give us any information,” Federal Agent Lansing yelled, slamming Bigg's file down onto his desk. “I know McClain is up to no good. Good behavior my ass! He should have never been released from prison in the first place. We thought bringing Agent Johnson in would help, but he hasn't dug up anything either.”

“I'm telling you, Bigg ain't been fuckin' wit' that dope shit no more, man. The dude has gone completely legit.”

“McClain didn't start that record company with clean money. He got the money from selling dope. You should know. We caught you transporting his product.”

“Man, why you gotta keep bringing up old shit?” NaSheed blew smoke in the agent's direction.

“Looka here, you cocky son of a bitch, if I don't have some hard evidence on Kaylin McClain soon, your ass is gonna be serving fifteen years for drug trafficking.”

“Calm down, man. I told you I'd get you something on him.”

“You better, because your ass is on the line.”

“Agent Lansing, Agent Johnson is here,” Officer Carter said, peeking her head through the door.

“All right, send him in. Agent Johnson, I hope you have some good news. You have to have something on McClain.”

“Sorry. The guy has been untouchable so far,” Legend replied.

“I don't believe this shit. What the fuck have you been doing this whole time? You have been in McClain's circle for almost six months, and you mean to tell me all you've witnessed is some moving violations?”

“What can I say? Bigg is good. He hasn't slipped up once since I've been on the case.”

“Well, that's not good enough. Do you know how that will make me look if I can't get him in? Do I have to take you off this case, Johnson? 'Cause I can see traffic duty in your future if I don't have McClain soon.”

“Nah, man, just give me some more time to get next to him. If he won't tell NaSheed, his partna of fifteen years, nothing, what makes you think he gon' be quick to talk to me?”

“I don't care! I want him in.” Agent Lansing banged his fist on the table. “Do whatever you have to do. I want McClain in handcuffs by April or else,” he continued to yell as he exited his office.

“Yo, you better get on your job, 'cause I ain't going to jail for nobody,” NaSheed ordered.

“You better calm down, nigga. Didn't nobody tell yo' dumb ass to sell twenty kilos of cocaine to an undercover cop. I will arrest Bigg when it's time and not a minute earlier,” Legend declared, unsure of what his next move would be.

 

 

“I'm a hustler, I'm a I'm a hustler, homey,” Unique sang along with Cassidy while driving Bigg's pearl white Navigator through the city. It was the middle of winter and she was on her way home to prepare dinner for Bigg. The little bit of sun that had peeked through the clouds earlier that morning was now starting to fade away, and Unique couldn't wait to snuggle up with Bigg in front of the fireplace.

Things couldn't have been better. He kept her laced in the illest snakes, pushing hundred thousand–dollar cars. They were the '05 Bonnie and Clyde or Bobby and Whitney—they held each other down. Unique was a rider and Bigg was a roller. Together there was no stopping them.

Bigg was on the come up and had figured out a way to go legit. No more selling coke for him. His record company, Bigg Entertainment, had just inked a deal with a major record label for fifty mil, and Unique was more than ready to jump on the money train.

Getting home to Bigg was the only thing on her mind, but first she had to see who was following her. Looking through her rearview mirror, she noticed that the same black Ford Taurus she had spotted earlier was still behind her. Curious to see if she was being followed, she made a left onto Kingshighway Boulevard. The Taurus made a left, too, which prompted Unique to speed up.

She looked through the rearview mirror again and read the license plate number. It read 555-JZH. Repeating the number over and over again, she placed it into memory. She didn't know who was following her, but it had to have something to do with Bigg, since she was driving his car.

The windows on the Taurus were tinted, so she couldn't see the driver's face, but she did make out that there were two men in the car.

Riding down Natural Bridge, she made a quick turn onto Ridgedale, then onto Myron. Cutting onto a couple more side streets, she shook the Taurus and hopped on the highway heading to Bigg's studio. A little shaken but never
scurred
, Unique grabbed her purse and headed into the studio to tell Bigg what happened.

“What you think?” Chris asked from inside the booth.

“Yo, nigga, that was some heat!” Legend shouted to Chris.

“Do it again,” Bigg instructed, taking a swig of Patrón.

“Why? We got what we needed right there.”

“It wasn't good enough. Do it again.”

“Here this nigga go.” Cezar laughed while sparking up a Cuban cigar.

“I ain't gon' be in this hot-ass booth all day, man. I got shit to do,” Chris shouted.

“Just do the verse over and quit bitchin'!” Bigg yelled back.

“Chill out, dog,” Cezar said, sensing Bigg's frustration.

Holding his head in his hand, Bigg shook his head and tried his best to clear his mind. “My bad. Take five.”

“You was spittin' some straight fire though, dog,” Legend said as Chris came out of the booth.

“Yo, I was feeling that shit. It was like I was in the zone or something.”

“Shit, you were.”

“That nigga NaSheed still ain't showed up?”

“Nah, that nigga ain't here yet.” Bigg leaned back into his chair. “I don't know what's up wit' dude.”

“That nigga a'ight. Don't even trip.” Legend tried to smooth over the situation.

“I don't know, man,” Bigg replied.

“What up, Nique?” Chris spoke as he saw her come through the door.

“What's up, Chris?” Unique strutted over to him, dressed simply in a black fitted velvet blazer, Citizens of Humanity jeans tucked inside a pair black patent leather Gucci boots, and in her hand she held the Gucci purse Bigg had bought her in Louisiana. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, with swoop bangs showcasing her brown eyes. With a smile on her face, she gave Chris a hug.

As usual the studio was filled with smoke. Holding her chest, Unique coughed and said, “What it do, Legend? Where my girl at?”

“She at home studying. She got a test tomorrow.”

“A'ight, tell her I'ma call her tomorrow if you talk to her.”

“I will.”

“What's good, mami?” Cezar spoke.

“Nothing. Just visiting my boo.” Unique planted a wet kiss on Bigg's lips.

“What you doing here? I told you I was gon' meet you at home,” he said, clearly agitated with her presence.

“Well, hi to you too, muthafucka.” Unique matched his attitude. “I came to tell you that some niggas was just following me.”

“Word?” Chris said, shocked.

“Yeah, some niggas in a black Ford Taurus with tinted windows, but you know I shook they ass.” Unique smiled.

“You all right?” Bigg finally asked.

“Yeah, I'm good. I just want to know what's going on. Do I have to carry my nine wit' me now?”

“Look at yo' trigger-happy ass.” Legend laughed.

“Nah, you good, ma. I told you, I got you.”

“Well, since you're so
busy,
I'll leave.” Unique rolled her eyes at Bigg.

“Sit yo' ass down. You ain't going nowhere.”

“I don't have to stay. I see that I'm not welcome.”

“Just sit down and wait until we finish this session and then follow me home.”

“Damn, did you ask me if I wanted to stay, or did you tell me?”

“Unique, I ain't the mood to be playing with you. Sit down!”

She rolled her eyes, sucked her teeth, folded her arms, and plopped down on the couch next to Legend. Anybody else would've gotten cussed out or even cut for talking to her like that, but Bigg was her man, and he was only trying to keep her safe.

Turning his back on her, he resumed the recording session without NaSheed.

“What the fuck is his problem?” Unique whispered to Legend.

“I don't know.” He shrugged.

Looking over at Bigg, Unique knew that there was more to the situation than what met the eye. Silently she prayed that his disorder wasn't returning, because if it was, Unique knew that at any moment all hell could break loose.

“What's really good?” NaSheed interrupted with a bottle of Chandon in hand and a crew of niggas not too far behind.

“This nigga,” Chris whispered under his breath inside the booth.

“Where the fuck you been?” Bigg questioned.

“Calm down, money. I was chilling wit' my peoples. I'm about to get my drink on.” NaSheed took a swig of champagne from the bottle then passed it to Bigg.

“Get that shit out my face! You knew we had a session. You could've done that later.”

“Chill wit' that shit. I'm here, ain't I?” NaSheed waved Bigg off, which was a huge mistake.

“Nigga, who the fuck you think you talkin' to?” Bigg barked.

“Bigg, calm down,” Unique called out. She knew that Bigg was a time bomb just waiting to go off if given the chance.

“Shut up, Unique! Mind your business,” Bigg warned.

“What's up wit' your man?” one of NaSheed's people asked.

“Nigga, what you say?” Bigg challenged the dude. “You better get yo' boy, NaSheed. Matter of fact, don't bring these bummy-ass niggas to my studio no more. Ain't nobody supposed to be in here but the staff and us anyway. From now on, I don't want nobody in here that I don't know.”

“What the fuck is yo' problem, dog?” NaSheed questioned, barely able to stand up straight.

“Nah, nigga! What the fuck is yo' problem? You been late to the last couple of sessions. When you do show up, you either drunk or high off that X. What, you an E head now, nigga? I'm tryin' to run a business. Keep that block shit on the block.”

“You buggin', man. You need to chill, 'cause the shit ain't even that serious. Smoke a blunt and relax.” NaSheed waved him off again.

Yoking him up, Bigg barked, “Nigga, I'm about tired of yo' shit!”

“Bigg, let him go!” Unique yelled, grabbing his arm.

“Get the fuck off me!” Yanking his arm away from her, he caused Unique to stumble and fall to the floor.

“Yo, I'm sorry, baby,” Bigg said, catching himself.

“Nah, see, this is what the fuck I be talkin' about!” she snapped, getting up. “Can't nobody talk to you when you get like this. I ain't none of these niggas. You ain't gon' talk to me crazy. Kill him, for all I care.” Unique grabbed her purse and left.

Letting go of NaSheed's collar, Bigg sat back down and lit a Cuban cigar.

“What the fuck is yo' problem, NaSheed? You need to lay off them pills and shit, dog,” Chris stated.

“Y'all niggas be trippin'. I ain't got time for this shit. I'm up.”

“Don't come back until you get yo'self together.” Bigg blew out a breath of smoke.

“You know what, Bigg? Fuck you,” NaSheed said as he left.

“Yeah, a'ight, nigga. Fuck you too,” Bigg yelled after him.

“Yo' boy trippin' for real.” Legend shook his head.

“That's yo' boy,” Chris replied, shaking his head.

“Fuck that nigga. Let me call this big-head girl before I choke her.” Bigg picked up his cell phone and dialed her number. He let the phone ring until the voice mail picked up.

Hanging up, he called again, only to find out that she had turned off her phone. “I swear to God, I'm gon' fuck her up.”

“Nique ain't answering the phone?” Legend asked.

“Nah, the session's over. Lock up. I gotta go find this chick.”

 

 

“Nique!” Bigg yelled as he entered his home. No one answered back. “Nique, I know you hear me!”

Bigg turned on the light in his bedroom and found Unique sound asleep in his bed. He turned off the light, smiled, and went into the master bath to take a shower. Bigg placed his head underneath the steamy hot water and tried to forget the day's events. He had been under a tremendous amount of stress lately.