Loving Angel (8 page)

The meeting had already started, so I took a seat by the door and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible. I knew my
pops hated when we were late. They were conducting the weekly earnings report for each lieutenant.

There were
five of us, including myself and my twin; the other three were my uncle Elijah, his son EJ, and my pop’s best friend Ronny. Each lieutenant had a crew; it included a group of five niggas who were a part of our top echelon and were our most trusted niggas, these were the guys who made moves with us, and then there were a bunch of soldiers below them who fought our battles in the in the streets, transported our product from Miami, guarded our trap houses, and made product drop offs and money pickups. We sold the cocaine by the brick in the keys. My dad had a link in Miami that supplied us at a really good price and we were making a really nice profit from each brick. We had made an overall profit of a little over two million dollars this week. After the status report my pops said he had an announcement to make.

“
I’m retiring,” my father declared simply, sitting back in his favorite recliner and smiling at the surprised looks on all our faces. He never gave us the impression that he was ready to leave the game. Only, two days ago he and I were going over our plans for expanding our hustle. “I’ve been the head of this family since my older brother Drew went to prison and I took over. I’ve made us all some good paper. I think it’s time for me to sit back and relax and enjoy my money.”

“
Who’s gonna take over as captain?” uncle Elijah inquired, shooting a look between me and my twin.

“
I’ve been thinking about this for some time now,” my father responded. “And I’ve decided that Tyga is the most capable…”

“
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Boss exclaimed, rising from his chair. “You’re gonna choose this nigga over me, when I’ve been the one you’ve been depending on for the past year. This nigga can’t even show up on fucking time, more so run this shit.”

I didn
’t dignify him with a response even though what he said had me pissed. It was always smarter to stay quiet and watch a nigga run off at the mouth showing their true colors.

“
Sit the fuck down Boss,” our father ordered. “I wasn’t done talking. You’re being disrespectful, and you wonder why I didn’t choose you.”

“
Because I won’t be your bitch that’s why,” my twin raged. “You’ve always preferred that nigga over me, it’s the only reason you’re picking him.”

“
My decision has nothing to do with you,” pops snapped. “Tyga is a lot better equipped to be a leader than you are. He’s good at interacting with the people we work with, and navigating the streets while you have a temper problem and everyone tries to avoid you. He has really good ideas on how to expand and not draw attention to us. Since he’s been out he has been my top earner, while you’re barely making your quota.”

“
Fuck this shit, I’m outa here. That’s all a bunch a bull and you know it!” He flew from the room glaring at me.

“
Does anyone else object my decision?” pops questioned. Everyone shook their head in the negative.

“
I think you made an excellent choice,” Ronny commented.

“
I second that,” EJ agreed.

Uncle Elijah nodded in approval.

“How do you feel about captaining this ship,” my pops asked, with a smile on his lips.

“
A nigga can’t decline such an auspicious offer now can he, especially when the vote is unanimous,” I joked. “So I guess I’m gonna have to accept the job.”

“
Damn right,” pops said, getting up and giving me a hug and a slap on the back. “Let’s get something to drink.”

We opened a bottle of three year o
ld single malt scotch and toasted to success. The life of a hustler was the only one I’ve ever known. Since the age of sixteen the streets had been grooming me for that occupation. From the time I sold my first brick, to the time I popped my first nigga, to the time I made my first mill, had all been leading to this single moment; The moment when I became the Head Hustler.

After leaving my father
’s house I called my boy Delco on the phone and told him to meet me at my strip club Glitter in Harlem. When I got there he was relaxing in a chair by the stage smoking a cigar and watching a little big assed light skin shorty work the pole. Lil mama was upside down on the damn thing making her booty clap. She was one of the new chicks my manager introduced me to the last time I dropped by. I remembered her giving me some seductive smiles and was thinking I was gonna hit that in the future. She had a nigga’s dick getting hard at the moment so I guess the future has arrived. I took a seat at my boy’s table, and gave him a pound by way of greeting.

“
Damn that’s some shit right there,” he said, referring to the moves shorty was popping on the pole. “That little shorty is bad as fuck.”

“
Ain’t seen a shorty work it like that in a minute,” I agreed. I motioned shorty over to the front of the stage and stuck five twenties in her red thong. She gave me a wink and a big smile as thank you.

“
So what’s up my nigga, I was busy getting some pussy when you ordered me to get my ass over here.”

“
Calm down, I’ll get to that in a minute. This shit I got to say is well worth busting one less nut. Just sit back and watch lil mama do her thing.” I flagged down a waitress and order a bottle of Ciroc and two glasses. When my order arrived I half-filled both glasses and handed one to Delco.

“
Let’s make a toast to the new captain of our ship and his first mate,” I announced, clinking my glass against his.

“
That’s what up,” he grinned, taking a sip from his glass. “Your pops finally passed over the reins?”

“
At the meeting tonight,” I informed him.

“
Congrats to you my nigga and good looking out on the promotion.”

“
You must have known I was gonna make you a lieutenant as soon as I started running things.”

“
I knew you would look out for a nigga for sure, but I wasn’t expecting to be your right hand. You know your brother is gonna flip.”

“
That dude done already had a bitch fit tonight when pops chose me as new lead,” I explained. “I’m not worried about that nigga; he’s going to be acting the fool regardless.”

“
Damn nigga, you better start watching your back. I wouldn’t put it past him to try and bury a blade in it so he can take your spot,” Delco warned.

“
I already know that. That’s why it’s you at my back and not him because I already know I can trust you one hundred.” And I meant it. He had been my best friend since middle school, when he helped me put the beat down on five niggas who were trying to get a jump on me for my Spiderman comic book. Delco came from an upper-middle class family. His father was a plastic surgeon, who made some good paper and his mother was a stay at home mom. He could have gone to college but he chose to run the streets with me instead.

“
Hello Tyga,” shorty who had been working the pole earlier purred. She had changed into a little silver dress and was now working the room. She had some sexy bedroom eyes, and some big red lips that looked like they were made for sucking dick.

“
What’s your name ma?” I asked her.

“
Delicious,” she replied giving me a seductive smile. “We met the last time you came by.”

“
I remember,” I smiled back, giving her a suggestive look. “You think I could forget a body like yours.” I licked my lips. “You want to show a nigga some of your moves in my office in the back?”

“Sure thing.” She was smiling even bigger now. I had that effect on these stripper bitches in this joint. When they looked at me, they saw money and thought if they fucked the head nigga in charge they would be getting some of it. Stupid hoes.

I told my boy I would holler at
him later and led shorty to my office in the back. I sat on the leather sofa and she started doing her thing. I slapped her on the ass and told her to nix the dancing and take her clothes off because I’d been watching her doing that shit all night and a nigga was just ready to get down to business. While she got undress, I unbuckled my pants and slipped out my junk. Shorty got down on her knees before me and slipped my dick in her warm, wet mouth. She bobbed up and down the dick and took it deep in the back of her throat. I fucked her in the mouth until I was close to nutting, and then slipped on a magnum and made her ride me until I came. She had a tight head game and pussy, so I took her number and promised to give her a call.

That night when I got home I immediately slipped in the shower
. I was just happy Angel was already asleep, because a nigga did smell like he had been creeping. I dried off, slipped under the covers beside her and took her into my arms. She mumbled something unintelligible in her sleep and I kissed her on the forehead and ran my fingers through her hair. I wasn’t going to lie; I was really feeling this little shorty, that’s why I kept her around even though that wasn’t how I rolled. She was the baddest chick I knew. She had the tightest, best feeling pussy I ever fucked and I never enjoyed being in anyone’s company as much as I did hers. I definitely wouldn’t disrespect her for another bitch, but everyone knew variety is the spice of life.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

ANGEL

After a day of back to school shopping with Keya I arrived at Tyga’s loft with my hands overflowing with shopping bags. My girl and I were heading into our senior year of high school in a couple of weeks and our gear had to be on point. I used my key to open the door and took the elevator up. I spent so much time at his spot my bay manned up and gave me a key. As soon as the elevator doors opened into the loft, I dumped my shopping bags on the floor. I’d been toting those things around all day and now I had a crick in my neck. My man and his best friend were lounging on the couch playing the PlayStation. The air in the apartment was saturated with the smell of weed, so I knew those two were probably burning that shit all day. When I left this morning they were busy counting money via a money counting machine. I swore I had never seen so much paper in my life. It seemed like millions of dollars.

“
Hey bay, what’s up Delco?” I greeted them, taking a seat beside Tyga.

“
What’s good ma,” Delco responded.

“
Hey sexy,” my man replied, pausing the game and giving me a quick kiss. “What did you get today?”

“
Just some stuff for school, nothing special.”

“
Ah shit nigga, you scored on me while I was distracted,” Tyga exclaimed. They were playing a basketball game and Delco had just sunk a three pointer.

“
You snooze you lose,” Delco jeered. “Watch how a professional does it.”

“
I’m gonna have to school your ass for that comment,” Tyga warned.

“
Nigga stop talking and bring that shit,” Delco replied as he scored again.

“
Damn dude that’s how you’re rolling?”

They could be so competitive when it came to video games. They would spend hours trying to one up each other. I
was feeling exhausted so I left them to their pass time and went to take a shower. I was feeling tired a lot lately. I guess getting dicked down on the regular will do that to you. After I dried off, I rubbed lotion all over my body and then slipped under the covers naked. Tyga didn’t like when I wore clothes to bed.

I woke in the middle of the night to my bay sucking on my nipple
s as he worked my clit with his thumb. I moaned, because it felt so damn good and made my pussy so fucking wet.

“
Come for me Sexy,” he whispered in my ear before sucking my earlobe into his mouth. Those were his magic words, because whenever he said them I just explode into a screaming orgasm.

He flipped me over onto my stomach and lifted my ass in the air. He gave me a stinging slap on the bottom before entering my dripping pussy from behind
causing us both to moan in pleasure. He had a really long, thick dick and there was always a slight feeling of being stretched when he first got inside me, but after the second and third strokes it was feeling so damn good I was having mini orgasms and screaming into the pillow. He started off with some slow deep thrusts and then graduated into pounded strokes.

“
Tell me how much you love this dick,” he ordered slapping my ass.

“
I love daddy’s dick,” I moaned.

“
Say it like you mean it,” he demanded, giving me a stinging slap.

“
I love daddy’s dick!” I screamed, as I squirted all over said dick. His thrusts became jerky and uncoordinated as he pounded into me unmercifully. He did one final forceful thrust going balls deep and exploding inside me. I was a little pissed that he didn’t pull out. Half the time we fucked he would come inside me and say he forgot he wasn’t wearing a condom. I knew we were playing a very dangerous game and was just praying for my period to begin so that I could get on some birth control.