He got a bullet for every minute spent away from Four’s pussy.

Crown

Walking into the mill I sucked my teeth. Being here was blowing my fucking mood. The only place I saw myself being this morning, was between Four’s thighs. Kisses separating her pussy lips, my tongue running laps ‘round her clit, my fingers playing in her pussy ‘til she got ‘em sticky and wet. That was how a nigga wanted to spend his morning.

“Did Rize explain what happened?” Lynx walked beside me as we entered the mill. We both were laid up when Rize hit us ‘bout one of our spots in Ember Hills getting hit.

“Nah,” he answered keeping it short. I nodded continuing my walk towards the knife throwing room. Knocking twice I waited for the door to open.

“Bout time y’all nigga got here. I was ‘bout to start practicing my aim on this nigga,” Rize chuckled dapping me then doing the same with Lynx.

“He ain’t say shit?” I stood in front of the nigga who thought it was a smart idea to open the trap when business was ‘posed to be closed. Wolfe was on his honeymoon and Honor dipped off with Navy. Niggas wanted to enjoy their time with the ones they loved, and I was all for the shit. While my brothers dipped off, I planned on laying up with Four 

“Hell nah, I ain’t ask the nigga shit either. Didn’t want him talking himself into catching a few bullets before you got here. Niggas never know when to shut the fuck up and my trigger finger itchier than a bitch with crabs. I worked my frustrations out on ‘em though.”

I snatched the burlap sack from this nigga’s head and nodded my head in approval. Rize was the youngest GD but put in work like he been doing this shit for years.

Mick’s face was swollen with bruises and lumps. Dried blood masked the streaks left behind by his tears. His chin sunk deep into his chest as the rest of his body was spread across the circular end grained wooden board. Nails stabbed into his palms and the small web of skin between his toes. I didn’t need a medical degree to know his hand mobility was shot thanks to the nerve damage the nails caused. Lucky for him, he didn’t need his hands for where he was ‘bout to go.

“Wake his ass the fuck up.”

Rize came over syringe in hand and stuck Mick in the neck. The drugs cruised through his body waking his ass up

“Wassup Mick? How was your nap?” I kept my voice calm, void of the irritation burning at my fucking throat. Clasping my hands in front of me, I tilted my head to the left and squinted.

“When I speak you fucking answer. First thing that comes to mind is what I wanna hear. Don’t think ‘bout shit.”

“Cro…Crown…man you gotta hear me out I was just—"

Turning away from Mick I grabbed the knife Lynx handed me. I moved in close enough to Mick to smell the fear oozing from his pores.

“I said first thing that comes to mind is what I wanna fucking hear.” The blade ran across his chest. Blood trickled out coating the tip of the blade.

“Next time you try to convince me of bullshit, I’m carving that tat of your mom’s name off your neck and sending it to her along with a first-class ticket to come bury your ass.”

“My ba…bad…bad. I got a call ‘bout a corporate nigga wanting to score. He wanted raw, uncut weight. I knew we kept a few bricks at the spot, so I figured I’ll make the play, cut the brick down to what’s needed, make the sale and close back up. I ain’t think niggas were gon’ run in the spot burn the money and take the work.”

“Rize take fucking note. When dealing with an incompetent muthafucka always make sure they’re telling you the first thing that comes to mind. Nine times outta ten it’ll be the truth.”

“Heard you,” Rize said.

“Ight back to you nigga. First let me say I appreciate your candor. It takes a real nigga to own his mistakes.”

“No forreal,” Mick sighed. “I fucked up and I get that but—"

“But what?” I cut him off. “Ain’t no fucking buts nigga. You fucked up thinking your bitch ass could bite off more than you can chew.”

“Nah it wasn’t like that Crown, I swear.”

“Mick you’re thinking again. Someone put a bug in your ear about a stuffy suit wearing muthafucka wanting to score, that was the first bite. You ain’t chew or swallow that shit whole ‘fore you took another and opened the trap after I told y’all muthafuckas nothing is to move until I fucking say so. Those two bites tasted good, had you feeling like the man, but it wasn’t enough for your bitch ass. You shifted that shit to your left cheek and started stuffing the right side. You pulled up to the spot without being aware of your surroundings and let some random muthafuckas catch you slipping. Now you choking because you bit off more than you could fucking chew.”

Slamming my forearm into this nigga’s throat I tried my hardest to break his fucking windpipe.

“You struggling like a muthafucka. Ain’t that right Mick?”

“Ye…ye…yeah,” he coughed out as I took a step back.

“See you a real nigga Mick. I can appreciate that. Who was it that called you?”

“I don’t know. The nigga used a junkie’s phone to get in contact with me.”

“And nothing about that shit seemed suspicious to you? A nigga wanna spend big bank and instead of getting in contact with Lynx or Rize , shit they could’ve even tried to hit me. But nah the nigga called you from a feen’s phone.”

“Crown I’m saying I thought I was ‘bout to hit a lick. I was doing it for the team.”

“How you doing shit for the team but ain’t reach out to the team?”

“Crown I…ahhhh fuck!” I stabbed the nigga sinking the blade of the knife into him until only the handle was visible.

“Y’all think I nicked his heart or a vessel?” I asked Lynx and Rize.

“Nah he good. The nigga would bleed out if you hit something beneficial to his health. Don’t pull the knife out though. Do that shit and he gon’ die for sure,” Rize answered.

“Mick, I owe you an apology, I honestly do. I’m not the type of nigga who likes all this blood and gory shit. That’s Wolfe. This whole set up is that nigga’s idea brought to life. He likes to do some unspeakable things then send body parts to a nigga’s family and shit. I’m more of a shoot and burn the body type of nigga. Shit is quicker and rarely leaves DNA behind. So, I apologize for trying to be a nigga that I’m not. At the same time this shit is deserving. Unfortunately, your ass started thinking without assessing the consequences. Now there’s a lesson to be learned.”

“Crown I—"

Before Mick could gurgle another excuse, I grabbed another knife and drove the blade into the right side of his chest silencing his words yet amplifying his agony. His screams didn’t fully form. They were caught behind his clenched teeth and pooling blood.

“Nigga you might wanna speed this up. You hit something this time,” Lynx said.

“See niggas like you tend to believe they’re in charge of shit once they get a little clout behind their name. Like they’re above the muthafuckin’ hierarchy. Take what I taught you here into your next life and do better nigga.” Pulling my nine from my waist I emptied the clip deading the nigga.

“Rize let me get your shit.”

“Here but the nigga is dead,” he said passing his gun over. I emptied his clip into Mick then did the same with Lynx’s nine.

“Nigga he dead fuck you still shooting for?” Lynx questioned.

“I’m hungry ass fuck and instead of eating Four’s pussy, I’m dealing with a nigga who chose to think instead of listening. He got a bullet for every minute spent away from Four’s pussy.”

“Aye nigga no one wants to think about Four like that,” Rize frowned.

“Then don’t think nigga. You see how it turned out for him,” I shrugged.

“This nigga,” Lynx chuckled.

“Call a meeting. Let everyone see what happens when you start trying to make decisions,” I told Rize.

“Got you.”

Lynx and I dapped Rize up then got the fuck out of there. Getting in the car I checked my phone. Four left a message thanking me for the flowers and breakfast.

I smirked.

After sending the message I sent Wolfe and Honor a quick text letting ‘em know what I found out. I told them it was handled and to not trip.

“Who you think it was that hit our shit?”

“I don’t know but we switching shit up this week.”

“That’s the move,” he agreed.

We talked for a few minutes until I let my thoughts carry me away. Someone was gunning for us and the shit seemed personal. Whoever hit the spot wasn’t doing it for a come up. They took the drugs but burned the money. That shit was out the norm. Whoever wanted to get at us sent a message that I planned to return tenfold.

***

“Cortez!”

My name shot from between her lips like a bullet leaving a gun. It was chilling, piercing, deadly even.

“Fuck Four! You can’t moan a nigga’s name like that. Fuck you trying to do to a nigga.”

Gripping her waist, I rocked her hips back and forth grinding her pussy against my tongue. When I said I was hungry for my favorite meal I meant that shit. Four’s pussy was unmatched. Each time sucked on her clit I was risking becoming an addict.

“Stop fuckin’ playing and scrub my face with this pretty pussy. Suffocate me Four your man don’t wanna breathe,” I growled slapping her ass.

Four was trying to tease a nigga when all I wanted was bless the meal god gave me, devour it then take my ass to sleep. Anytime I ate between her legs, I caught the itis. Shit the pussy-itis.

“It feels so good baby. You eat this pussy so fucking—" Her words trailed off as she stuffed my dick between her lips.

“Oh shit!” I shivered just like a bitch getting licked down for the first time. I didn’t give a fuck though. Four clit played patty cake against my tongue and the tip of my dick massaged the back of her throat.

“Crown!” She hummed along my dick then licked my balls. My toes curled and I felt her stomach contract.

“Give it to me Four. Let a nigga drown in your pussy. Fuck Four, you taste so fuckin’ good. Mhmmm.” I groaned all in her pussy until I tasted her. Suckling her clit, I felt her body go tense for a second time.

“Damn you feeding me again.” Smacking her ass I sucked making her body twitch. Four leaned up bouncing all over a nigga’s face. Happily, I ate her ass and pussy not giving a fuck.

“Okay! Okay! Crown, I said okay!” Panting her little sexy ass moved off me and planted herself between my legs. I grabbed a pillow and tossed that muthafucka behind my head to get comfortable.

“I’m still on your face,” she blushed. Sticking my tongue out I circled my lips making sure I got every fucking drop of her. “How it taste?”

“Too fuckin’ good. Shoot a nigga for asking your name type of good.”

“Boy stop,” she giggled but I was dead ass.

“Wait your serious?” She quizzed drawing her brows together.

“You got a male gyno?” The question came out of nowhere, but it was some shit I needed to know. Ignoring me Four brought her lips to my tip and let spit fall all over my dick. She took it into her small hands, stroking while keeping her eyes focused on mine.

“Does it feel good?”

“I asked you a question Four?” Ignoring me again, she started humming along my dick.

“Fuck,” I groaned gripping the sheets just like a bitch.

Four sucked my dick, spit flying from her mouth. The sight was so fucking beautiful I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I let her do her thing until I felt my nut ready to fly. Taking a hand full of her curls, I tugged her head upwards.

“Crown I was about to—"

“Lay down,” I commanded.

She wiggled her curls out of my grasp then laid down parting her legs wide then brought her knees to chest. I smirked. My baby knew what the fuck I liked.

“Mhmmmm,” she moaned.

Rubbing the tip of my dick against her clit I watched her body come alive. Her juices seeped out, driving me crazy. Falling in the pussy a nigga went paralyzed for a second. Her shit felt better than the happiest day of my life.

“God damn this pussy is perfect,” I gritted stroking her deep. “If you gotta male gyno swap him out ‘cause if I catch your legs open for that nigga, I’m bodying him then putting a four eyed baby in you and making you have a home birth.”

“What?” She frowned but her body stayed in perfect sync with mine. When I thrusted in her hips rolled upwards.

“You fucking heard me Four. Damn this pussy gon’ make me bust. You ready for this nut Four?”

“Give it to me Crown,” she crooned curling my fucking toes. I ain’t ever hear my name sound so sweet.

“Tell me what this perfect pussy gon’ do with it.”

“Give it to me Cortez. My pussy’s hungry for it. Mhmmm don’t you feel how wet and tight she is. Fuck this dick feels too good. Cortez give me! Give it to me please. My pussy’s begging for it,” she panted nastily.

“What you want me to give you Four? Tell me and it’s yours.”

“Feed my pussy your nut and let my womb create your four eyed baby.”

Hearing that had a nigga balls deep in the pussy. I fucked her deep, biting into her neck until her back arched.

“Fuck Four!”

“I’m cumming Cortez,” she cried, digging her nails into my back. “Feed it to me.”

Crashing my lips against hers, I thrusted into Four going as deep as her pussy allowed. Her walls throbbed milking the nut outta me. Rolling off Four I got up and headed into the bathroom to clean myself off then doubled back to clean Four. Getting back in the bed I pulled her into me, her head resting on my chest with her leg thrown over me.

“You think we got our four eyed baby?”

Lazily she smiled at me and that was enough. This whole fucking moment was enough because Four was more than enough for me. Honestly, she probably deserved a nigga better than me but lucky for her, a better nigga wasn’t coming.