Loving Angel 3 (19 page)

“I knew you were going to be hungry when I smelt that weed smoke on you earlier,” Daisy said as she placed a glass of juice before me, then took a chair at the table. “That’s one thing I don’t miss about smoking weed. Damn munchies used to make me eat so much, no wonder I was chubby when I used to smoke.”

“Didn’t hear me complaining about your weight.” Chubby or skinny my woman was still sexy as hell to me.

“No,” she smiled. “So how are Keya and David?”

Daisy
knew I couldn’t stand those two.

“I swear that nigga i
s fishy as hell. For the whole ride he kept trying to get into my business. Are you sure he’s not Keya’s pimp or something? Something isn’t right with homeboy.”

“I really hope
she hasn’t started prostituting again because that was what led to her doing drugs.” She was wearing a look of concern on her face, for her sister. “When she started back with the stripping, I told her it wasn’t a good idea because she might get tempted to start back up with the other stuff too, but she wouldn’t listen.”

“Of course she didn’t listen. Your sister doesn’t seem like she’s too smart to me. You better tell her not to ever bring that nigga over here. I don’t want him to know where I lay my head and I sure as hell don’t want him around my kids.”

Daisy nodded. “I’ll tell her.”

I’d always been the type of nigga who went with his gut and what my gut kept telling me was that nigga was bad news.

After I was done eating my meal I coaxed Daisy into my lap. “What’s my reward for picking up your sister today?” I asked playfully, as I massaged her thick thigh. Although my woman had lost a lot of weight, she was still thick in all the places I liked.

“What do you want?”
She asked teasingly.

Now that a nigga had already had dinner
, it was time he had some dessert.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

KEYA

“We’re gonna get paid tonight baby,” David said then he kissed me on the lips. “Just go in there and do your thing and everything will be alright.”

I nodded then got out of the car and headed for the club. I had been working at The Pleasure Trove for about th
ree weeks now. The club definitely wasn’t as classy as Glitter but a couple of big ballers still passed through the doors, and I was looking for one of them specifically tonight.

His n
ame was Big Mack and the motherfucker was paid. He had acquired my services a couple times since I started working there, and he always came out of pocket with some serious cash after he got the pussy.

Although I wasn’t working tonight Big Mack had asked me to meet him and when a nigga like Mack made a request
, a smart bitch knew not to deny him because it meant she was about to go to the bank. The only person who was a bigger player in the coke game than him, was my cousin’s husband.

As soon as I sauntered into the joint
, my eyes immediately found Mack. He was the big fat black motherfucker who was sprawled out in his chair like a king, with two bitches fussing over him. One of them was sitting in his lap and rubbing down his big ass belly while the other was refilling his glass, then lit a fat blunt and placed it between his lips.

I strutted over to them and made my presence known. “Ya’ll two bitches can run off now, I’m here to take care of my man.”

They both glared at me but a huge smile broke out on Mack’s face. A bitch was looking on point. I had regained all the weight I had lost and my body was looking sexier than ever in the little short red number I was rocking. I had recently gotten my hair done in a 32 inch blond weave and my makeup was flawless.

“What took you so long?” Mack asked as he dismissed the bitches with a wave of his hand.

“Takes time to look this pretty daddy,” I replied as I took a seat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck then I tongued him down.

He squeezed my ass cheeks as he stuck his big as
s tongue down my throat. Too bad the nigga never wanted to put that thing to use between my thighs.

When we came up for air he said, “I’ve got a special treat for you tonight baby but first we have to get out of here.”

“Where are we going daddy?” I asked playfully.

“To my house in Yonkers. Usually I don’t take anyone there
, but you’ve been rocking with me for a minute, so I’m gonna make an exception for you.”

I smiled then gave him a quick kiss. “Glad to know I’m special to you.”

After he had finished off his drink and smoked the rest of his blunt we left the club. He was driving a silver Maybach tonight and that shit was looking so brand new, it seemed like he had just gotten it off the showroom floor.

“Your shit is fresh to death daddy,” I complimented as I sunk into the butter soft leather.

“Keep rocking with me and you’ll keep enjoying the good life.”

We’d definitely see about that.

We had been on the road for a while when I started rubbing on Mack’s crotch, immediately feeling him hardening under my touch.

“What’re you doing to my bad boy
?” He groaned as he shifted in his seat.

“You’ll see,” I purred as I unzipped his pants then pulled his dick out. He had a medium sized dick but knew how to use it. As soon as I took that bad boy into the warmth of my mouth
, the car instantly swerved. I chuckled softly before I started using the mastery of my lips, tongue and jaw muscles to take Mack on the ride of his life.

By the time we were pulling into his driveway, having survived a very reckless fifteen minute ride, he was releasing his babies down my throat. I swallowed it all up, not a drip spilling.

He parked the car, then grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a deep kiss. “You’re a fucking pro. Let’s take this show inside so that I can make you cum too.”

Mack’s house was huge. It was three stories high and who knew how many bedrooms. I didn’t get a good look at the interior of the house because Mack hurried me up to
his bedroom.

“Take that thing off,” he commanded, referring to my dress.

He hurried out of his own clothes then grabbed a rubber from the bedside table and slipped it on. When he was done he went and laid in the middle of the bed.

“Come ride your dick baby.”

I crawled onto the bed and slipped down his pole, taking him deep inside me. He groaned as I started working both my hips and pussy muscles. His chubby fingers were digging into my hips and his dick was digging into my pussy, when two masked men suddenly burst into the room. Guns drawn and sighted on us.

“Hold that nut motherfucker,” one of them said as Mack pushed me off his dick and reach
ed for the bedside table drawer. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The warning was filled with venom and luckily for Mack he heeded it.

“What the fuck do you want?” Mack growled.

“We want the fucking money,” the second robber growled back. “Where the fuck is the safe? And don’t even think about pretending like you don’t know what we’re talking about. Lie to me and I’ll bust a cap in your ass.”

“It’s in the basement inside the freezer,” Mack replied reluctantly.

“What’s the code?”

“5-5-5-2-1-0-2.”

The first robber immediately left to go check the safe.

“Ya’ll motherfuckers don’t even know what ya’ll are doing,” Mack said, shaking his head. “Do ya’ll even realize who you’re robbing?”

“Nigga, I’d keep quiet if I were you.”

Mack heeded that warning too.

“You find it?” The second robber asked as soon as his accomplice had returned.

He nodded. “Yeah, looks like about half a mil
and twenty bricks of coke.”

“Just take that shit
and get the fuck out of my crib,” Mack snapped. “But know that for the rest of ya’ll lives you’re gonna have to watch ya backs.”

“That’s why you got to go bitch,” I said as I pointed the gun
, that I had slipped from my purse, at Mack’s head and pulled the trigger. Blowing his brains out. In this life it was either you killed a motherfucker or get killed by them.

I used the back of my hand to wipe away the blood that had sp
lashed on me. Stupid motherfucker. He didn’t even suspect me for a second.

David and his homeboy Larry pulled of
f their mask. Then my man came over to me and gave me a deep kiss.

“Good job baby. Didn’t I tell you we were gonna get paid tonight?”

“You sure did daddy.”

We had been stalking Mack since I started working at The Pleasure Trove. He and niggas like him were the reason I started working at the club in the first place.

After my stint in the hospital, I was pretty certain I had given up the fast life until I hooked up with David. As soon as we met and immediately clicked, we became inseparable. Wherever David went I was right by my man’s side. I’d told him everything about my past, except for my sickness. I couldn’t come clean about that because then he’d know I’d given him the virus.

David didn’t hold back his life story from me either. He was thirty-two
years old and had four kids and three baby mamas. He had done a five year stint in prison and had gotten out a year ago. Since he got released he was making money by robbing other niggas. When he’d asked me to join his team, the answer was a resounding yes. He had some good dick plus he was all about his paper, so to me, he was the perfect nigga.

This was my first robbery and with the amount
of loot Larry had said was in the safe, I knew it definitely wouldn’t be my last.

CHAPTER THIRTY

DAISY

It was the night of my bachelorette party and I had a nigga shaking his dick in my face, as my friends cheered him on. We were celebrating at Twilight, a strip joint in Harlem that featured some of the sexiest brothers in the New York. The club was popping because it was a Saturday night and a lot of bitches were trying to get their freak on. A tall dark skinned brother was on the stage getting naked but at our table it was all about the caramel god who was gyrating his hips at me.

Both Theresa and Nancy were feeling on the stripper as they stuck money in his G-string, obviously enjoying his muscular, sexy, body. While Angel was
sipping on a glass of Cristal and chuckling at them as she encouraged their antics. Keya on the other hand was stuck on her phone, clicking away at the buttons as she messaged someone. She was acting like such a fucking spoiled sport and it was really getting me pissed.

I mean
, I didn’t want some unknown nigga shaking his thing that close to my mouth but in the spirit of having fun and wanting my friends to enjoy themselves, I was allowing homeboy to do his thing. So if I could play ball, why couldn’t she? I would have thought that my sister would have been happy for me but over the last couple of months, I’d come to realize that if it wasn’t about Keya she couldn’t be happy about it.

“I’ve got to go,” Keya suddenly announced as she stashed her phone in her purse.

“Give me a minute pappy,” I told the stripper, pushing him away. He grabbed the money the girls had thrown at him then hurried away, ready to offer his services to someone else because we had already paid him. “What’s up with you?” It was a question I’d wanted to ask for a while now.

She frowned up her face at me. “What do you mean by that?”

“Why are you always acting like I’m taking up your time? It’s like whenever we have to do something pertaining to my wedding you have an attitude.”

She rolled her eyes with
an obvious attitude. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. Haven’t I shown up to all of your appointments? And I even came tonight, although I had some moves to make.”

“Whatever Keya, that’s some bullshit and you know it.”

“You’ve definitely been acting salty since we got here,” Theresa interjected.

My sister glared at her. “Of course you’d agree with her
. It’s not like you fucking like me.”

“I definitely don’t hate you but your attitude sucks,” Theresa admitted. “And the more time I spend with you
, the more I realize just how much of a hater you are.”

“Hating on who, you?” The question was fi
lled with incredulity.

“Not me
, but you’re definitely jealous of your sister.”