When You Know It's Real: Siah and Nonie (4 page)

My eyes damn near rolled back in my head when I felt my dick hit the back of Zena’s throat. She couldn't fuck worth shit, but she could suck a mean dick, and that was exactly what I needed right now. I was stressed as hell and had business to handle, so I couldn't get high like I wanted to. Nonie was handling her business, so I couldn't run by and see her. This was the next best thing.

The second I felt my nut rising, I grabbed a hand full of her hair and held her ass in place. She still managed to pull away, so I nutted on her cheek, which pissed me off. She was forever doing that shit.

“Fuck, Zena, why you didn't just do that shit like you know I like it? The fuck you thinking, ma?”

“You know I don’t like that, Siah.” She smiled and got up with a got damn attitude.

“Man, take your ass on. I knew I shouldn't have fucked with you.”

“So you not gon’ take care of me. Really, Yosiah?”

I leaned down, grabbed her shirt off the floor and wrapped it around my dick. She looked at me like I was crazy for using her shirt, but I didn’t give a fuck. I’d hit her off with a few bills to pay for that cheap ass shit.

“Siah, I know you hear me.”

I shoved my man back into my boxers and then adjusted my sweat pants before standing. “I hear you, but you know better than that. I don't know who you’ve been fucking, so I ain't putting my head between your legs, Zena.

“Really, Siah? I’ve only been fucking you, and you know it.”

“Nah, ma, I don't know shit but what you tell me, and you could be telling me anything. Either way, you ain't my damn girl, so I ain't fucking with you like that.”

“I don't even know why I fuck with you. You’re such a got damn asshole.” She snatched her shirt off my chair where I had placed it and examined it before putting it on. “How am I supposed to go out looking like this?” She held her shirt out, displaying the wet spot from my boys.

“Man, here.” I reached in my pocket and found my knot. I peeled off a hundred and held it out for her, but she stood there looking crazy. “Man, you better take this shit before I put it back in my pocket.”

She rolled her eyes and snatched it out of my hand. “You know what? Next time you want your little dick sucked, don't call me.”

I chuckled. “Bitch, your mouth is all stretched out of shape right now ’cause you could barely handle this, so we both know ain't shit little about it.” I grabbed my dick and held it, causing her to suck her teeth.

She knew better. She was just mad because I wouldn't return the favor, but that wasn't new. At this point, the only kitty I was kissing was Nonie’s, and only when I knew she wasn't fucking with Royce. That shit was a dead for me.

“What the fuck you do to Zena?” Jock walked in my office looking around like he was trying to play private investigator and figure out what had just gone down.

“Fuck that hoe. It's not important. What’s good, though? We got everything set up?”

“Yeah, we’re good on that, but we need to figure some shit out. We’re moving more product than our boys can handle in some of the smaller areas, and I’m concerned about it, bruh.”

“Concerned how?”

“Traffic is heavy as fuck. That creates problems. They can't handle that type of traffic. We need to move some shit around, or it’s going to be a problem.” Jock was now sitting in one for the leather chairs, rolling up a blunt as he spoke, so his eyes weren't on me.

I exhaled and looked around my office as I leaned back in my oversized chair. It was shit like this that had me stressed. Making money wasn't always the end to all problems. In fact, it more often than not created problems.

“Aight, well you make whatever moves you feel are necessary. Just keep me posted.”

This time, Jock made eye contact. He had blazed he blunt he was holding and had it between his fingers, peering at me. “You know I got you, Siah, but I’ll let you know before I do anything major. They swear I be doing shit just to be fucking with their simple asses. If they understood business and making money, then they would be running shit. Since they don't and they’re not, then they need to just fall in line and do what the fuck I say. I can't stand all that back and forth shit and niggas questioning me.”

My boy, Jock, was mad as hell just from talking about it, and he hadn't made a move yet, but he was right. We had good people working for us, but that didn't change the fact that they thought they knew some shit. Every time we made changes there was always resistance, which was why Jock handled things unless it was something major. He said I was too unstable and always busting fools for no reason. It made me laugh just thinking about it. Yeah, I was a little off in that department. Maybe a little crazy, but fuck, I couldn't stand disrespect, and questioning me was a sign of disrespect.

This was our empire, and if I made a got damn decision, then it was mine to make, good or bad. I didn't get this far by following another muthafucker’s lead. It was different with Jock, though. I trusted him and always would. He was my man, one hundred grand.

If he hit me with some guidance or advice, I took that shit to heart, like right now. It didn't mean that my word wasn't final, but Jock knew this business just as well as I did, and he knew me, how I liked our shit to run, and what my expectations were. So when he planned shit out, I usually had no issues rolling with it.

“So what went down with Nonie last night? She cuss your ass out for that shit you pulled with Royce?” Jock’s goofy ass leaned back and expelled a cloud of smoke.

I chuckled. “She didn't say shit. She knew better.”

“Nigga, please, she said something. Nonie don't have a problem speaking her mind, bruh. You might have shut it down, but I know she said something.”

“You right, but it wasn't anything. She knows I don't give a fuck.”

“So you just gon’ keep blocking her ass? You know that shit ain't right, Siah.”

“Me and Nonie are good. We got our own thing. You know how that goes.”

“No hell, Siah. You’re good. That damn girl loves your crazy ass, but you don't love nobody but your damn self. That shit ain't right, Siah. I keep telling you that.”

“She's good. I can't be something I'm not, and she knows that. But Nonie don’t want for nothing, and she gets a hell of a lot more of me than any of these other females out here. So we’re good.”

“Yo, you’re my peoples and you know I’ll roll with whatever decisions you make, but I’m telling you, bruh, Nonie—”

I burst out laughing. “The fuck, Jock? Why your ass all emotional this morning and shit? You giving relationship advice and worrying about my feelings. The fuck Kizzie do to you last night?”

Jock’s face got tight and he waved me off. “Man, fuck Kizze. She don't know what the fuck she wants. She still fucking with that lame ass muthafucker.”

“Oh, I see, this shit isn't about me. This is about the fact that Kizze won't let that nigga go to be on your team.”

“Bruh, hell no. I’m looking out for your crazy ass, trying to make sure you don't fuck around and lose a good thing to some other muthafucker.”

I found that statement funny. “Nonie can act like she’s gonna step, but she ain't going nowhere. That's all me, bruh, and if she really thinks I’m going for that, I’ll handle every muthafucker that she thinks she can rock with.”

“You on some savage, selfish type shit, Siah. You’d rather handle niggas instead of just locking her down.”

“That shit ain't me, Jock. You know that. I’ll be right for Nonie one day, but right now I’m just living. The best thing I can do is be honest with her about who I am, and that’s what I’m doing. She knows I care about her and I got her no matter what. There isn't anything I won't do for Nonie, and I put that on my mom. She can't deny that.”

Jock laughed. “I feel you, but on the real, don't fuck around and lose her. In all the years I’ve known your crazy ass, she’s the only one who's been able to handle you. I don't know how the fuck she does that shit, even when I can't, but she does it, and that right there is some shit worth acknowledging.”

“Man, Nonie don't handle shit. She gets handled.” I had to laugh after the words that came out my mouth because Jock was right. Nonie had me on some other type vibe. She called and I was there, no questions asked. If shit was popping off and I was in one of my psychotic states, a look or a touch from Nonie calmed my ass down. She was the only one who could do that, which I didn't understand, but I guess some things weren't to be explained.

“What the fuck ever, nigga.” Jock’s goofy ass was grinning at me again. “But check it, we good here?”

“Yeah, we’re good. I’m ’bout to make rounds and handle a few things, so I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Aight, bet. I’m about to head out here and go fuck up some muthafucker’s day.”

I chuckled. “You better be strapped. They hate to see your ass coming, Jock.”

“I’m always strapped, bruh. You know that, but I don’t need it. I’ll fuck ’em up with these, if they feel like they wanna try me. On the real, if they like their positions, they better just do what the fuck I say and roll with it.”

“You’re right, but hit my line if you have any resistance.”

“Sure ’nuff, but I won’t. They know what’s up.” Jock stood and adjusted his jeans before stepping toward me. I stood and we dapped and shared a brotherly hug before he left my office. I picked up my phone and shot Nonie a text.

We’re chilling tonight. I’m taking you out.

Talking about Nonie with Jock had me missing her pretty ass. It had been a minute since we just hung out and chilled, and I wanted do something nice for shorty, like take her to dinner or something. I fucked with a lot of females, but Nonie was the only one I did shit like that for. It was cool though, because she deserved it. Lil mama held me down on some real type shit. For now, I had business to handle because this money wasn't gon’ make itself.

*****

I walked up in Nonie’s office like I owned the shit. I guess you could say I kind of did since it was in one of the properties I owned, but as far as I was concerned, it was hers. Well, hers and Kizzie’s. I wasn't that type of dude. If I did something for you, it was a done deal, and I would never throw that shit in your face. What type of man would I be to handle things like that?

“I know you got my damn text, Nonie. You can't return a message?”

I stood in the doorway watching her as she flipped through a stack of papers she had spread out on her desk. Her glasses were on her face and her hair was pinned up behind her head with a pencil stuck through it, holding it in place. I loved when she did that. The shit was sexy as fuck on some grown woman type shit. Nonie was dressed in a navy blue baby doll dress that I could tell was too got damn short
because I could see all her leg and most of her thigh.

She looked up at me and scrunched up her face, wrinkling her cute ass button nose before she leaned back in her chair and folded her arms.

“Actually, I didn't get your text because I've been busy all day. You do know I have a job, right? I’m not in here hanging out just for the hell of it, Siah.”

“Damn, Nonie. Why you going in on me like that? I know you work hard, Pretty.”

Her eyes roamed my body so I returned the favor before I stepped around her desk and planted a kiss on her cheek. Then I lifted one of the chairs from in front of her desk, placed it right beside her, and then sat down.

“You couldn't sit your ass over there?”

I grabbed the seat of her chair and rolled it a few inches closer to me. With a grin, I placed my hand on her knee and moved it up her thigh until it was under her dress and between her legs.

She grabbed my wrist and shoved it away from her before I could do any damage.

“I’m working, Siah. Please tell me what you want and leave, so that I can finish what I was doing.”

Her mouth was saying leave, but the way her teeth dug into her bottom lip and her eyes smiled contradicted every word coming out of her mouth. I let it slide and decided not to fuck with her. Instead, I leaned back in my chair with one hand rubbing my beard, while the other rested in my lap. Her eyes moved from one hand to the other before she focused on my face again.

“Chill with me tonight. Let’s drive over to Manhattan or some shit like that. It's been a minute since we hung out.”

I offered the city because Nonie never passed up a chance to fall through New York. We could hit a few of her favorite spots and do some shopping, which I knew she wouldn't object to.

Nonie sucked her teeth and narrowed her eyes at me before she uncrossed her legs and re-crossed them the opposite way. That had my full attention, and I felt my dick jump a little as my tongue glided across my lips.

“Boy, no. Did you forget that you were in my bed when I woke up this morning?” Her eyes rolled slightly and I could tell that she was fighting hard not to smile. She loved that shit. My surprise visits were always on point, and her ass damn sure wasn't complaining when I worked her body over this morning.

“Man, I’m not talking about sex. I’m talking about hanging out. We can go eat and hit a movie or something. I’ll even take you shopping if you wanna hit up the plaza.”

“I don’t need you to take me shopping, Siah.”

Here she go with this shit
. “Did I say you needed me to do anything? I’m saying I wanna hang out, Nonie. That’s either a yes or a no. If you can't get your ass off your shoulders, then fuck it.” I stood up and was about to leave, but she reached for my hand and stood right after me.