Country Girls Trilogy (Parts 1-2-3 Boxed Set): MHB Love Page 11

  She came over and placed herself in his arms. “Gwen, you crazy,” Chad smiled.

  “What?” she asked looking down at what she had on.

  “It ain’t like you haven’t seen me like this before, shit you done seen me naked. What’s the problem? Do I make you nervous?” she joked.

  She was joking, but Chad was dead serious. His mind started wandering off, thinking about all the stuff he used to do, and now wanted to do with Gwen. It seemed like everything was playing back in his mind, and the main thing was how good and wet she always was. On top of that, Gwen had mastered the Kegel exercise, so she stayed tight. Chad and Gwen had a chemistry like neither ever had experienced before or since. Chad could feel pre-cum oozing from his dick when he thought about Gwen’s full, juicy lips wrapped around his him.

  “Yo, I got to go,” Chad said, jumping up from the couch.

  Gwen jumped up too, but stood in front of him so he couldn’t’ leave. Somewhat ashamed for having sexual thoughts about him, she put her head down, but when she looked down, she could see the bulge in his pants. She knew he was hard, and that only made her even wetter. Her breathing intensified.

  “Chad, I’ma keep it real wit you,” Gwen said in a low, soft and sexy voice. “I’m horny as shit right now and my pussy been wet since I opened that door and you were standing there…”

  “Come on Gwen—”

  “No, let me finish,” she said, getting closer to him. “It’s not a day that goes by in my life, that I don’t think about you. I miss Daddy’s dick,” she said reaching down and grabbing a handful of his member through his pants.

  It had been a couple of years since they had sex, but every time Chad saw Gwen, he also had sexual thoughts about her. Tonight, it was more than just those thoughts. It was something different about Gwen that Chad was attracted to. Something that was better than just having sex. Chad looked into Gwen’s eyes and could see that she was still in love with him.

  Chad grabbed Gwen by her throat, pulling her closer. The strength of his large hands made her body heat up. She closed her eyes and waited for impact. His soft lips pressed against hers as he pulled her body into his. The kiss alone was electrifying, causing both of them to examine the inside of each other’s mouth with their tongues.

  “Zion,” Chad, said thinking about his son.

  “He is asleep,” Gwen shot back as she began lifting his shirt up.

  Chad reached down and scooped Gwen up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Passionately kissing her, Chad walked her over and slammed her back against the wall. With one arm holding her against the wall, he took his free hand and pulled off her shorts. His jeans hit the floor the same time her shorts did, and before she knew it, his manhood had invaded her nectar box. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he stuffed every bit of himself into her. Deeper and deeper, he pushed his rock hard penis into her. Gwen wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, but she couldn’t. She didn’t want to wake Zion up, so she just bit down on his shoulder and clawed her nails into his back.

  “It’s still yours,” Gwen whispered into his ear.

  This only made Chad go crazier, he kept digging deeper and harder until he felt Gwen’s walls tighten up from her having an orgasm. Chad could feel the wetness of Gwen’s nectar thicken. He grabbed one of her breasts while he prepared to cum as well. His strokes became longer and faster, until finally, he came, shooting his load into her waiting treasure box. After a few finishing strokes, Chad let her legs down, but Gwen was far from being done. She grabbed him by the hand and led him back to her room.

  “You ready for part 2?” she jokingly asked.

  Chad didn’t respond, his face said it all, he wasn’t going nowhere anytime soon.

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  “Ohhh, my God!” Alexus said as she held her hair high above her head and closed her eyes.

  She jumped at the stinging sensation of the needle buzzing on the back of her neck. It was initiation day for her. Niya, Tiffany, Diamond, and Tiki were all at the apartment for the event. Alexus was officially becoming a member of MHB, a move that would change her life forever.

  “I don’t know why you chose the back of your neck for your first tattoo, girl, but you got balls,” Tiki joked as she put the finishing touches on her work.

  “She MHB now, she better be able to take it,” Tiffany laughed.

  It was a celebration. Everyone toasted to the new member of the crew. She had definitely earned her spot when she saved Niya’s life inside of Mayo’s house. But it was Prada’s grandmother who sealed the deal, opening up her heart to Alexus. Today marked the start of a new life for Alexus. From this day forward, she was no longer considered a child. This was womanhood, and Alexus didn’t see it happening any other way. She felt blessed to have been a part of a family that would die for her, a family that would kill for her, and if need be, a family that would do time in prison for her. This was the unbreakable bond. Niya was the first to start the chant.

  “Am I my sister’s keeper?”

  “Yes I am!” the others responded

  “Am I my sister’s keeper!?” Niya asked again, even louder

  “Yes I am!” the ladies responded loud enough to match Niya’s voice.

  “Then what true sisterhood has put together, let no man take under!”

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  “You look tired. You should go home and get some rest,” Det. Rose leaned over and told Butler who was falling asleep at his computer.

  “I done looked up just about every logo, and I still didn’t come across anybody with MHB tatted on them. I mean… I got MOB, MMG, and MBM, but when it comes to MHB, it’s like looking for a ghost,” Butler said, rubbing his eyes.

  He was starting to think that the information Mayo gave him was false. Mayo couldn’t give him Niya’s name because he didn’t know it. He only knew Prada’s and the information Mike told him about MHB. In a city of a million people, finding MHB was like looking for a needle in a haystack. The only thing about Detective Butler, was that once he had his eyes set on something, he was gonna chase it until he got it.

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  Niya jumped out of the shower and tried to creep into the bed with Chad as if she just didn’t come in the house at 2:00 in the morning. She was under the false impression that she was going to give Chad a shot of pussy to make up for the bullshit she’d been doing lately. She slid under the covers completely naked and grabbed his shoulder to try to roll him over.

  Chad pressed his body in the other direction. Niya kept pulling, until he gave in. Chad finally turned over and looked at her. He didn’t have any sign of being sleep, in his eyes.

  Niya leaned in to kiss him anyway, but Chad didn’t move his lips. He just looked Niya in her eyes, regretting having to say what he had to tell her.

  “This not working anymore, Ni. I think we both need a break,” he said, wiping her lip gloss off his lips.”

  “What? Boy, you better stop playin,” she said, leaning in for another kiss.

  This time, Chad moved his whole face out of the way. Niya leaned back with a curious look on her face. She still wasn’t sure if he was joking or not.

  “Are you serious?” she asked, seeing that Chad wasn’t smiling.

  “Look Ni, we going in two different directions. I love you, I really do, but I’m not going to play second fiddle to another man, women, or the streets. I’m tired of coming in here having to cook and clean like I’m some bitch ass nigga that don’t work. I’m tired of having to take care of the kids like they don’t have a mother. Whatever it is that got a hold on you in them streets, has a tighter one than me, and I’m through fighting it for your time and attention. We had a good run… We got beautiful twins out of the deal—”

  “Wait… wait, Chad,” Niya pleaded, now realizing that this wasn’t a game.

  Chad was at the end of his rope with Niya. He felt that he’d already been here before with Gwen, when he decided to get out of the game. Niya was d
oing the same stuff Gwen was doing, by staying out late, coming home with money he knew he didn’t give her, and having something Chad identified as guilt sex. That was the kind of sex Niya was sitting there trying to have right now.

  “You can have the house.”

  “Please don’t do this, babe.” Niya pleaded.

  “You can keep the car,” Chad said yelling over her. “And I’ll come see the twins—”

  “Chad… Chad… Please,” Niya cried. “I’m sorry.”

  “Niya, trust me, we both need this time and space. If not, we could lose each other forever.” he said, then rolled back over. Chad didn’t want to see the hurt on her face. He had thought about this long and hard, and as much as it was hurting him to do, he really felt like it was for the best, before he started to have a real hatred for Niya based on how she was treating him and the twins.

  Niya wiped the tears from her eyes, and then climbed out of the bed. She was crushed, and she knew that their relationship was at a breaking point. When Chad said something, he meant it, and the cold look he had in his eyes said a thousand words by itself. Niya got up, and hesitantly put some clothes on. She went inside the twins’ bedroom, and hugged and kissed Jahmil. She then gently pulled the covers back off Jasmine’s sleeping body. Niya crawled in beside her and held her as tight as she could without waking her. She then cried herself to sleep.

  Chapter 8

  Curious as to why the crackhead traffic had slowed down, Tiffany stepped outside of the trap house to see what was going on. She looked up and down the street, and it was like a ghost town. That was odd, because yesterday Tiffany and Diamond couldn’t bag up the crack fast enough. The trap house had made a 360 degree turnaround from doing 100 dollars a day, to now moving over forty-five hundred in a shift, and that was all in a little over a week.

  Tiffany was a little relieved when she saw a crackhead on the next street over, walking towards the trap house. That quickly changed when the crackhead made a B-line at the corner. It was as if somebody was calling for him. Tiffany went back into the house and grabbed the .40 cal off the table and stuffed it in her waist before heading back out the door. When she got to the corner of the block, she was shocked to see about ten crackheads lined up against the wall and a young cat going down the line, serving each of them with little bag of crack. As they copped their crack and left, more heads walked up, doing the same thing. Tiff went straight into gangsta mode on him.

  “Yo, my man. Ya gotta take dat shit somewhere else,” Tiffany said walking up on the young dealer.

  “Shawty, you got me fucked up. I do my thing wherever the fuck I want,” the guy said as he continued to make sales.

  “Dis ain’t the stuff from your house?” one of the crack heads asked, looking over at Tiffany.

  “Naw, that ain’t from our spot,” Tiffany replied. “If ya’ll want that real shit we known for, then go up the street,” Tiffany yelled out to the crackheads who were waiting in line.

  Just about all of them came off the wall and headed up the street, despite the younger dealer trying to push them back. The commotion on the corner caught the attention of a couple of guys who was standing on their porches.

  “Shawty, what the fuck is your problem? Yo, you got me fucked up,” the guy said, stepping closer to Tiffany like he was about to do something.

  For Tiffany, the talking was over at that point. She pulled the .40 cal from her hip without hesitation, and squeezed off a round into his leg. The young dealer grabbed his thigh, but at the same time tried to reach out to grab Tiffany. She let off another round into his gut, backing him off her. When he dropped to the ground, Tiffany stood over top of him and was about to finish him off. She looked around and could see a couple of people standing on their porches. It didn’t matter. That’s just what she wanted. She had to make an example out of somebody in order to establish dominance in this area.

  “Don’t kill me… Don’t kill me,” the young kat screamed out, looking down the barrel of her gun.

  Diamond turned the corner in the nick of time, running up and grabbing Tiffany right at the moment she squeezed the trigger. The bullet just missed his head, hitting the sidewalk instead.

  “No… No…,” Diamond said, pushing Tiffany back up the street.

  The young dealer got up and jumped into his car, hoping Tiffany didn’t follow. The dudes who were standing on the porch looked on, impressed with Tiffany’s work. If they really wanted to, they could have killed her before she even pulled her gun out, but they really didn’t like the young cat she had shot, anyway. Tiffany had gained the respect needed to operate in that neighborhood.

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  Gwen pulled into the parking lot of South Park Mall where she was supposed to meet up with the new connect Mayo had promised. She was accompanied by Rell and Browny, two of Mayo’s boys who he’d put at Gwen’s disposal for the time being. These were two men who stayed strapped, and wouldn’t hesitate to kill anything moving. Mayo knew this was exactly what Gwen needed. She leaned against her car with Browny and Rell within a few feet of her, just in case they had to get her out of there in the event something went wrong. It wasn’t that they didn’t trust the connect, it was more of being on point.

  “I hate when people are late,” Gwen said, looking down at her watch.

  As soon as she said that, two SUVs pulled into the parking lot, both were Yukons and both were all black with tinted windows. They stopped right in front of Gwen’s BMW, making her and her two bodyguards look small. The driver of the second SUV got out of the truck, went to the back door, and opened it. He motioned for Gwen to get in the back seat without even saying a word. Browny and Rell stood between Gwen and the truck, like they weren’t about to let her get in. Both men had their guns visible.

  “I don’t have all day,” a voice yelled from the back seat.

  Shockingly, the voice sounded like that of a woman, catching Gwen’s attention. She squeezed from between her two guard dogs, motioning to them that it was cool. When Gwen got into the truck, she was greeted by a young, light complexioned, longhaired woman. She was very attractive, and was dressed in business attire. Gwen couldn’t believe the boss was actually a chick, and for a second Gwen, felt inspired.

  “You must be Gwen. I heard some good things about you,” the woman said.

  “Yeah, likewise,” Gwen shot back. “By the way, my name is Brianna,” the lady in the truck said, extending her hand for a shake.

  Standing outside of the truck, Browny and Rell stood attentive, as well as Brianna’s men who had gotten out of the first SUV. It was like a staring match between them, and everybody seemed to have their chests poking out to show dominance towards the other.

  “Men,” Brianna chuckled, looking out the window at them all. “That’s what’s wrong with the game now. It’s got too much testosterone, and not enough finesse.”

  Gwen looked out at the window and smiled at the sight of all the mean faces everybody had on.

  “So what can I do for you, Gwen?” Brianna said, getting back to business.

  “Look, Ms. Brianna, I’ma be real wit you. I know about drugs, but I never been on this level of play before,” Gwen began. “All this is new to me, and I pretty much inherited this,” she said.

  Brianna smiled, thinking about how she too had inherited this life. She looked Gwen in her eyes and with a look of concern and asked, “So, is this something you really wanna do?”

  “Yeah, I want this… I just wanna make it worth my while,” she said looking at Brianna. “I got 100k right now, so whatever you can do for me, I’ma make it happen as long as you look out for me.”

  Brianna admired Gwen’s honesty. She saw a lot of herself in her. Gwen came humble and respectful, and that was a plus with Brianna.

  “I normally charge anywhere between 25 to 30k for a key of cocaine,” she said. “I don’t even know you, Gwen, but I like you. You got the same look in ya eyes that I had five years ago when I was on my come up,
” she chuckled.

  The inside of the SUV got quiet for a moment as Brianna looked out of the window. Gwen didn’t know what to think. “Gwen, I’ma give you five keys for that 100k. What you do after that, will determine whether or not you really wanna be in the game,” Brianna said, breaking the silence.

  Gwen didn’t know how good she had it, by paying 20k per key. Cocaine prices were at an all-time high. Brianna could have easily charged 30k a key to anybody else on the streets. Mayo was even paying 30K a key. It had to be a female thing.

  “Sounds good to me,” Gwen responded, pulling the money out of the nap sack she held. Brianna motioned for her to stop.

  “Look, Gwen, I like you, but this will be the only conversation you will have directly with me about this business, for a while. From now on, you will either meet with Kasey or my lady in charge, Selena. Once we get some time and trust under our skirts, we will sit down again and discuss new terms, if need be, understood?”

  Gwen shook her head to let Brianna know she comprehended her words. Everything in her being was telling her that this was the moment she had been waiting on. The life she so desired was about to be reality, and Brianna was going to be the woman to put her on.

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  Ralphy looked around a couple of times before jumping into the back seat of the unmarked car. He was a drug dealer, turned informant, and had been for a couple of years now. The information he gave, normally led to an arrest and a conviction, which in turn, gave him a free pass to sell drugs freely in Charlotte.

  “Give me some good news, Ralphy,” Detective Butler said, looking at him through his rearview mirror.

  “Yeah, I got something good for you, but I need a favor from you.”