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  I never even asked how old she was. Sacaria was looking young in the face and I’m hoping that she is at least eighteen. With me being twenty-one, I was not trying to be sitting in jail over no jailbait case. Shorty might be worth it, though. For the first time, I felt like I could have a better evening with a female, rather than chilling with my boys. I must be getting soft. I need to call my boys and get into some real nigga shit before I really do get soft. I know my niggas will be ready to do it big.

  “What up wit it, bruh? Get them one hoes from the other day and meet me at the spot.”

  “Aw shit. You trying to do it like that?” Q’Mari asked, as he let out a puff of smoke.

  “Yep, and where Todd at? He ain’t answer my fuckin text.”

  “He’s wit me. His BM went ham and broke his phone charger. We on the way to get a new one.”

  “Aw damn, that bitch crazy, bruh. Well hurry up, nigga.”

  “Fa’ sho’; I’m on my way!”

  Me and my boys turned the fuck up with some lil hoes we knew from out of town. Those particular bitches would drop whatever they were doing to come and service us. I especially liked the red bone, because her head game was flawless. We didn’t mind spending a few chips on these bitches, since they were so down. We even sent them on a few drug runs every now and again. They would do anything we asked, I guess in hopes of one day getting wifed up, but I could never wife a bitch at this age. I am too wild and our relationship would be nothing but fuckery at this point.

  Even Sacaria would have to understand my wild side, but I think she could make me sit my ass down. I would never hurt her and at the end of the day, if she couldn’t understand I would probably have to change it up.

  A turn-up night will definitely get me back in focus. We rented a few suites and filled them with alcohol. We had to keep the ladies happy, and nothing makes them happier than expensive shit and alcohol. Popping bottles and pussy was the name of the game that night. Having a hot tub in the room didn’t hurt either. The water just gave the bitches one more reason to take off their clothes.

  When the night was over, I was ready to focus all of my attention on Sacaria. I even made a point to turn off my ringer, so no hoes interrupted our night. I had never given a female all of my attention. Shit, no female has ever really been able to keep my attention, to a level that lasted more than five minutes past my orgasm. I was like my pops when it came to females. The only difference is that I do not have any kids. He dropped his seed in any bitch that was willing to open her legs. Pops made so many babies that I had to check a bitch’s ID to make sure I wasn’t about to fuck one of my sisters.

  I never felt like any of these females are worthy of carrying mine. However, I could easily envision Sacaria barefoot and pregnant in my kitchen, cooking for me and looking happy as hell. I would be rubbing on her belly and teasing her with fake baby names that I know she wouldn't like. The thought alone gave me a lightweight erection, which put a smile on my face. Females don’t make me smile like that. A female thought she did once, but truthfully, I wasn’t smiling. I was really laughing at her raggedy weave and lame conversation.

  Later that evening, Sacaria texted me her address, and it was on. I was ready to make the night one that she wouldn’t forget. Around 7 pm, I picked up Sacaria in front of her place. Sweaty palms and all, I met her at the door and gave her a small hug. She smelled so good, like Guilty by Gucci. I know my fragrances, but it just smelled so much better on her than other hoes, as if they made the fragrance just for her.

  Her hair was as luxurious as I remembered it. It looked so soft to the touch. Her curls were so bouncy and with her good grade of hair, she had lots of baby hair around the edges of her face. She wasn’t wearing any make-up, but her lips looked so soft and shiny. I licked my lips when I thought about how good she might taste.

  I walked her to the car and opened the door for her. My car was freshly detailed and smelling fresh to death. I saw her eyes rolling up and down my fit and the car that might soon be hers. I wasn’t sure how dudes had treated her in the past, so I did my best to treat her like a princess.

  Sacaria

  I have been around a few dudes with money, but this one takes the cake. I’m about to ride in a brand new Phantom with a nigga that’s dipped. Did I just die and go to heaven or what? All day long, I practiced talking like a lady, in hopes of impressing Shayvon. I hoped I didn’t mess things up. He met me at the door, hugged me, and then walked me to his car and opened the door for me. Shayvon could be with any female right now, but he chose me. I hope were going on a real date. The last time a dude picked me up and treated me nice, he took me to his boy’s house and tried have sex with me five minutes after we got there.

  Shayvon was playing Usher’s, “A New Flame”, when I got into his car. His music game and sound system was on fleek. I wasn’t sure what he had planned until we arrived at Ruth’s Chris Steak House. The dining was excellent, until this thirsty ass waitress came to the table. The hoe knew no boundaries. She was relentless with her flirting. No, this disrespectful bitch ain’t sitting up here smiling all in his face. So, she doesn’t see me sitting here, huh? She was cute, but the bitch was doing entirely too much, yet I kept my composure. What really surprised me was that Shayvon never gave her a second look. Shayvon actually seemed irritated by her attempts to dominate his attention. After she didn’t get the hint, he requested a male server to take her place.

  When the atmosphere calmed, Shayvon asked me how old I was, so he could order me a drink. I was so used to lying about my age, but I told the truth in hopes of a good outcome. With that said, I declined. I really wanted that drink. I let him know that I was approaching eighteen. Shayvon told me that he was twenty-one. For some reason, our age difference did not seem to matter to either of us. Truth be told,I had always been attracted to older dick.

  Tonight I had my first filet mignon, while he sipped a dirty Grey Goose martini and racked on a porterhouse. Shayvon treated me very special; his focus was on me all night. He wanted to know everything about me. I had been in the business of pleasing niggas, so I had forgotten what I liked.

  Since Shayvon had been drinking, he let me drive while his navigation instructed me as I drove up to a fat ass house. I had to know what he did for a living. He was so busy learning about me that I forgot to ask about him. I know he is too young to have all of this fly shit. Maybe he has some rich parents. As fly as he was, I decided to let that be an afterthought.

  We went inside the “glass house”, as I decided to call it, because it had big windows and glass everywhere with high ceilings. It smelled good inside, like jasmine with plush and spotless interiors. It was so clean that I could eat off the floor. Everything in his house looked brand new. There were big luxurious leather sofas, fur rugs, and marble floors. Flat screen TV's big enough to service a theater. Although I pretended not to be, I am sure he was able to tell that I was immediately impressed.

  His house was quiet, except for the sound of some soft jazz playing in the background, as if he had a sound system throughout. I had never been in a home like this, so I did not know whether to sit or stand. It seemed that Shayvon sensed my hesitation, so he grabbed my hand and led me to the sofa.

  “So do you have any questions for me, shorty? I have been picking your brain all night, but I haven’t told you about myself,” Shayvon admitted.

  “Well, now that you mention it… How in the hell can you afford all of this shit? Your parents must be rich, huh?” Somehow, I don’t think that Shayvon was prepared to answer those questions.

  “Nah, I got signed to a professional football team. I got injured, but my contract guaranteed me the money, even though I was no longer able to play.”

  I was not one hundred percent convinced, but who was I to question this man’s income? He was treating me like a princess and that all that mattered. We talked and laughed as if we’d known each other for years. I wasn’t about to start questioning him like the police and ruin the mood.

 
We kissed a little and then Shayvon went to take a shower. He offered me a chance to spend the night and promised that he would not try anything; he agreed to take me home if I preferred. He must have been joking, because I wasn’t going anywhere. What do I look like, passing up the opportunity to sleep in this house with him? I slept in one of his shirts in a spare room after he kissed me good night, and went to what I thought might be his bedroom.

  If he only knew how much I wanted him to stay with me. I could still smell his cologne on me. Since we couldn’t have sex, I did the next best thing. My hormones were going crazy, so I slipped a finger under his t-shirt until I climaxed.

  In the morning, I did not want to leave the bed that I slept in. It was so big and comfortable. The sheets were so nice and the pillows were like puffy clouds. However, I could smell the aroma of good food, which made my mouth water. That set me on my journey to the kitchen.

  When I arrived at the kitchen, I saw a cute woman cooking. She was wearing a uniform-looking outfit. Her frame was tall and thin, with a big butt. Her hair was long and straight, with turquoise tips. She was yellow in complexion, with full-face makeup. It looked like she was heading to the club. The bitch, whoever she was, even had on red bottom heels. Maybe she was fly and a little too fly to be here cooking, if you asked me. Yet and still with all of her glamour, I still looked better than she did first thing in the morning, with no makeup or heels.

  Shayvon was sitting at the table, talking to her. He stood up when he saw me walk in. I saw the woman glance at me from the corner of her eye and with a bit of shock, I might add.

  Shayvon

  “Good morning, miss lady. Would you mind joining me for breakfast? I had Taleena come over and hook us up, ya’ dig. Taleena does some work for me from time to time, which includes this lovely breakfast she prepared for us. She’s real cool and throws down in the kitchen,” I said with a devilish grin on my face.

  Taleena said hi to Sacaria, then immediately excused herself and headed for the front door. Sacaria sat down for breakfast. She tilted her head and gave me a puzzled look. I was wondering if she felt some kind of way about Taleena being here.

  I mean, I had fucked Taleena before, but Taleena knew what time it was. I kept her ass fed, so she knew better than to show her ass because I had a chick over. It ain’t like she hasn’t seen me with a female on other occasions, but then again, I never woke her up to come over and cook for one though.

  “I forgot to ask you last night. Do you live here all alone?” asked Sacaria.

  “Yes, do you like it?” I replied.

  “I do and it’s chill as fuck. What I am trying to say is that it is very nice and away from the city BS,” she replied. “I would love to live in the cuts.”

  “I do enjoy being out of the way, but I can’t stay away from the streets too long.”

  “I feel it.”

  “Well on another note, I was wondering if you wanted to go shopping with me today. I have to help my boy handle something right quick, but after that, I want to take you shopping.”

  I must have made Sacaria feel some type of way when I asked her to go shopping, because she got instantly quiet. That was the last thing that I wanted to do. I hoped that I had not offended Sacaria. I just wanted to take care of her and why wait. She definitely wasn’t a thot, and that drew me closer to her.

  Sacaria deserved much more than life had given her so far, and I wanted to give her the world. If she had other dudes on her team, I wanted her to see the difference between those broke little boys and a rich man. All bets will be off if any other dude thinks that he can get with her after this shopping spree.

  “I hope I didn’t offend you shorty, I was just hoping—”

  Sacaria gently interrupted, “That’s cool, but I don’t really have it like that right now. I don’t think my purse strings can handle shopping in the same spots you shop in,” Sacaria replied.

  I laughed a little at her response. She wasn’t offended at all. She just misunderstood what I was asking her. “Nah shorty, you don’t need to worry about money. I got chu,” I told her. She smiled, and I think I saw a tear in her eye.

  Sacaria

  Taleena said hi, excused herself, and headed for the front door. She didn’t seem too happy by the look on her face. Shay didn’t seem to notice, and I did not give two fucks, so I joined him for breakfast. The entire time though, I was wondering what else Taleena threw down around his house.

  I didn’t want to ask him and ruin the moment. Besides the fact that he was not my man, I felt like I didn’t have the right to ask. I had been fucked over so many times; it was just in me to think the worst of people. Even the chicks I hung with would try to fuck my man if I left them alone too long. The only person I trusted throughout my life was Granny Amanda, and now she was gone.

  Shayvon and I ate the breakfast that Taleena cooked for us. I had to admit, even though I didn’t want to, the girl could cook. I can’t even make toast without burning it. Even with a little jealousy in my heart, I still couldn’t stop eating.

  To put the cherry on top, Shayvon asked me if he could take me shopping and he was treating. I need to get on the horn and brag to my old trifling friends. I hadn’t really talked to anyone in the last few weeks. My girls would call, but I would just hit ignore. I’m not mad at any of them; I just want to settle in and get my mind right. I still don’t know how I got from getting my mind right, to turning up with a baller. I guess that is what happens when you get your life together.

  Chapter 4

  Shayvon

  After I dropped Sacaria off at her crib, I slid through the spot. I had to help Todd figure out how he wanted to handle this disloyal dude named Dob. Dob was on the squad, and it’s a good thing for us that he didn’t hold rank in our empire. His job was to keep an eye out, as well as maintaining a few blocks. He proved to be loyal and useful in many prior situations, but nothing surprised me when money is involved.

  I didn’t know the entire story, but from what I gathered, Dob got a little greedy and tried take more than his share out of the pot. I guess he wasn’t able to handle being hood rich and probably wasn’t managing his money. If he was falling on hard times, he should have spoken up. We keep our squad fed well, so he must be on some fuck shit if he is in a down position.

  I met up with Q’Mari at this abandoned house on the south side. As soon as I opened the front, I could hear Todd’s loud ass mouth. In the basement, Todd had his Glock, pointing it in the Dob’s face who was hanging by the wrists with a sock in his mouth. Todd was jumping around, talking shit and yelling and asking why the fuck would Dob betray him. Saliva was foaming at the corners of Todd’s mouth and spit was flying everywhere as he spoke. Todd was so pissed off that he never acknowledged my presence.

  Before I could say a word, Todd shot Dob in the face. Damn Todd is crazy. I realized that I really didn’t need to be there, as I checked my clothes for blood spatter. The only thing left to do was call for clean up and get the fuck out. Once I got the “for sure” from Sasha on the cleanup, we dipped.

  After Todd changed his clothes, we headed straight to the bar to get a drink. I figured he might need one to calm his nerves. The entire way there, Todd was silent, puffing on a blunt and nodding his head the beat of “Jet Fuel” by T.I. and Lil Boosie. He had no intent on telling me what the story was with Dob. I trusted him, so it wasn’t necessary. I knew who Dob’s people were and what to expect, so we kept it pushing as if nothing had ever happened.

  Todd was a crazy ass nigga with murderous tendencies. With him around, I never had to think twice about a fuck boy stepping to our establishment. Not that I was worried, but the streets knew Todd and trust me, niggas didn’t want it. This nigga shot a muthafucka and his pregnant wife over some petty shit. He don’t give a fuck.

  Other than Q’Mari, and me, Todd has never been close with anybody, besides his two older cousins. Some niggas mowed his cousins down in a drive by. After that incident, he was never the same. He was always a lil cr
azy from the start, but after that, he was a straight-up goon, all day long. He even expressed it in his appearance. Everything about Todd said hood; everything from his dreads, sagging Robins, permanent grill, and ashy knuckles, which were covered in tattoos that went all the way up his arms and around his chest and back. They say that you can take a nigga out of the hood, but you can’t take the hood out of the nigga. Well, it is probably best not to take Todd’s ass out of the hood, period. No matter what package he came in, that’s still my boy for life.

  Me, Q’Mari and Todd grew up together. We were always in trouble and doing dumb shit, but I straightened up when I found out how good was at football. Once the scouts started talking to me, they warned me that it was best to stay as far away from trouble as possible. Therefore, I stopped hanging with my boys for a while, but our bond never broke. When I resurfaced, we were thicker than thieves were.

  After I got hurt during practice and could no longer play, my boys put me on. I could have just lived off the contract money and lived a modest lifestyle. I was too used to the lavish life by then though. So we been in the game together ever since, and with the money I brought in, we built up our empire real fast.

  We were able to cop a large amount of pills, powder, weed, and syrup from the gate. I became more involved with the online aspect of the market. An old college friend of mine put me on. With that avenue, we were able to supply any and everything, and it kept me out the streets. The streets remained more of a domain for Todd and Q’Mari.

  Sacaria

  Shayvon showed up on time and ready to spend those coins. He spared no expense. He bought everything I looked at. We hit up all of the expensive stores and outlets. I got handbags, shoes, clothes, and lip-gloss. I’m fresh to death and about to post to Instagram ASAP. Hash tag, my current situation.