Chapter 3

I heard the shower door open, but I kept cleansing my body. This had been the longest fucking night. When Pops told me we were taking down a pedophile ring, I wasn’t expecting so many muthafuckas to be in on that shit. I counted fifteen bodies including the owner. According to the records Jaeda obtained by hacking his computer, there were at least fifty more people involved.

The crew and I didn’t get them all tonight, but we had names and addresses. Before it was all said and done, the rest of them would be joining their guilty counterparts. If there was one thing I couldn’t stand, it was a muthafucka that sought pleasure from fucking with kids. There were too many bitches out here giving pussy away to stoop to that level.

“You’re so tense…”

The sound of Santana’s voice broke my thoughts. Her soft hands trailed up my back to my shoulders.

“Long night?”

“Long as fuck.”

She circled around to stand in front of me. “What can I do to ease that tension for you, baby?”

“You know what you can do.”

I snapped my fingers, and she dropped to her knees. A smile spread across her face as she came eye level with my dick. I braced myself against the wall with one hand and fisted her now wet curls with the other.

“Open that pretty ass mouth,” I instructed.

Those plump lips parted, and she stuck out her tongue. With ease, I slid into the wetness of her mouth. She took me all the way down to the base of my dick with not a single gag in sight. That’s what I loved about Santana. I could fuck her throat and not have to worry about her begging me to stop or throwing up on my shit. She enjoyed sucking my dick just as much as I enjoyed having her suck it.

I pulled out of her mouth, and immediately, she spit on my shit before using her hand to gloss it up.

“That’s it… get that dick right…”

She took me back into the warm mess of her mouth, jacking me as she sucked. I tapped the side of her head, causing her to look up at me.

A nigga loved eye contact. Santana had these sexy ass hazel eyes and when she looked at me, it was like she put me in a trance.

“Fuck, Tana!”

“Mmm… you know how much I love this big, black muthafucka.”

“This big, black muthafucka loves you, too. Open your mouth and catch this nut.”

She obliged me by opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. Those long pink nails pinched her nipples as she patiently waited for me to finish. With one hand gripping her hair, I placed the head of my dick against her tongue and jacked it until streams of cum were coating the back of her throat.

“Fuck! Swallow that shit.”

She didn’t hesitate to swallow my load and lick her lips afterwards.

“Mmm… thank you, Daddy.”

“Nah, thank you. I got something for you since you’ve been such a good girl the last two days. Clean up and meet me in the bedroom.”

She smiled as she climbed to her feet. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to dry off. Wrapping it around my waist, I went back into the bedroom and grabbed my pants from the floor. I dug into the pocket and pulled out the wad of cash. I peeled off a cool two stacks and placed it on the dresser for Santana.

My brothers love to joke with me about tricking on these bitches. I always told them, it ain’t tricking if you got it. Santana always served me well. Not only was she always available when I needed her to come through, she was low maintenance and didn’t come with any drama. She wasn’t jealous or trying to get my attention in front of people. Baby girl knew her place and her role and she played a very well.

She knew what this shit was, and I appreciate that. I was single by choice. There were plenty of women that wanted me. Plenty of them had tried to trap me, but that shit never worked in their favor. Many of them only wanted the glitz and glamor. Most of them wanted the bragging rights to say that they fuck with a Dillinger. Make no mistake. I loved pussy is much is the next nigga, but I was very selective about who I stuck my dick in. A pretty face and a fat ass what is the root of many downfalls.

Speaking of pretty faces, shorty from the club was beautiful as a muthafucka. I almost felt bad about putting a gun in her face. If she hadn’t been doing all that fucking screaming, she could’ve avoided that. I wasn’t gonna shoot her. I just need her to shut the fuck up.

I didn’t know what it was, but she had been on my mind since I left the club. I made sure that my Pops knew she was innocent. I couldn’t have her implemented when the feds came busting through that door. If anything, she would just be questioned and then let go. I would, however, be paying her a visit for trying to snitch on me. Returning her phone was as good a reason as any to pull up on her.

Grabbing my phone, I called Jaeda. Of course, she answered with an attitude.

“Deuce it’s almost midnight. What the fuck do you want?”

“First of all, don’t be answering the phone like that.”

“Shouldn’t you be tricking with one of your hos? Why are you on my line?”

“I need a favor.”

“Is it business or personal?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Because it determines whether I hang up on you or not.”

I kissed my teeth. “It will take your brainiac ass a matter of seconds to get this information for me.”

“Ugh!”

I could hear her scrambling out of bed. She mumbled a series of curses under her breath as she shuffle through the house to what I knew was her office.

“What is it?”

“I need an address for Salima Navarro.”

“Who is that?”

“A small hiccup in tonight’s mission. Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of her.”

I could hear her clicking away. A few seconds later, she rattled off the address.

“527 Landslide Drive.”

“Thanks. Go on and get your beauty rest cause we know you need it.”

“Fuck you, Deuce. I hope your dick stays soft the rest of the night, trick ass nigga.”

She hung up the phone with me laughing in her ear. I loved fucking with her. Until Mia came along, she was the only girl and the baby of the family. She wore the brunt of our harassment, but it was all love. She was more than happy to have a sister to share us with these days. They loved trying to jump any one of us. For the most part, they always got Kerrion’s ass. He was their training partner in hand-to-hand combat. Somehow, the student surpassed the master. Sometimes they didn’t even need help with shit, they just wanted to fight and he was an easy target for them.

Returning my phone to the dresser, went to my duffel and grabbed the pair of Versace boxers and socks I packed and slipped them on, followed by the Nike sweats and t-shirt. Santana came out of the bathroom as I slipped my jewelry on. My eyes went to those perky ass titties and her clean-shaven pussy.

“You leaving?” she asked.

“Yeah. I have something I need to check out. I left you something on the dresser.”

She smirked as she sauntered over to me. Her hand slipped into my sweats, and she gripped my dick.

“You can’t spare me fifteen more minutes, Daddy?” she asked, stroking it. “My pussy is feeling neglected since you gave all your attention to my mouth.”

She started kissing on my neck as her hands worked my pants and boxers down to whip my dick out.

“Mmm…. Look at him.”

She pulled her hand away and climbed on the bed with her back to me. When she dropped into a perfect arch, her pretty pussy peeked out at me. Her hand slipped between her thighs and she began playing with it. That muthafucka was so wet it was that it started talking back.

Santana moaned. “Oooo… she’s saying come fuck me.”

She slapped her pussy, and that made my dick jump. Precum leaked from the head. It was rare that she topped me off and I not fuck her. My man knew that and he wasn’t playing with me. I grabbed a condom from my bag and stroked my dick as I stepped behind her.

“You think you slick,” I said, slapping her ass hard.

She moaned as she did a lil’ twerk. “You’re about to find out.”

I slipped on the condom and lined the head of my dick up with her entrance.

“Since you wanna dance, twerk on my shit like that.”

She was happy to oblige me. She didn’t need we any assistance as she sucked my dick into her walls. I tossed my head back with a groan.

“Fuck!”

Maybe a visit to Salima’s could wait until morning.

“ S o mama?—”

The sound of her kissing her teeth made me pause.

“What, Stanley?”

She only called me that when she was annoyed with me.

“Whatchu’ callin’ me that for?”

“Because you’re about the get on my nerves. I can feel it. Every time you start with that, some bullshit follows.

“See how you do me? I was gonna ask how you were doing.”

“Oh… well I’m fine.”

“I see you have no faith in your only child. That hurt.”

I knew she rolled her eyes as she kissed her teeth.

“I’m sorry, baby. Thank you for checking on me.”

“Always… so mama, what’s going on with you and Pops?”

“Stanley, you know I hate when you find yourself in my business like you belong there. Don’t you have some work to do?”

I eased the seat of my Hellcat all the way back, surveying the neighborhood around me.

“I’m always working. I’m working right now. I just thought I’d call to bother you. Now answer the question. You and Ms. Maddie finally decided to be sister wives?”

“Let me make this clear. Your father wants me, I don’t want him. Once Maddie came around, I let that go. I’m nobody’s second choice.”

“I hear you, Ma.”

Just then, Salima turned in the driveway. I watched as she drug herself out of the car and into the house. Poor baby looked worn out. I’d been on Jaeda’s line earlier, getting the rundown on her. She was twenty-five, no kids, and was living with her mother. A little background check on her mother told me that she was recovering from open heart surgery and Salima was taking on all the bills, according to her bank statements.

I learned that she’d lost her job due to a fire three months ago and had only recently gained employment at Aura. I kinda felt bad that she was now jobless again.

“Ma, I gotta get to work.”

“Okay, baby. Come see me.”

“I will. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

I disconnected the call and grabbed my sunglasses. Climbing out of the car, I took the short stroll up to Salima’s front door. Somebody was obsessed with flowers. They were everywhere. There was this old school tire swing, hanging from an oak tree branch. A small makeshift pond sat off to the side. The neighborhood seemed pretty quiet. It was summertime and nobody was outside. Of course, it was hot as a muthafucka out here.

Raising my hand, I gave a generous knock on the door.

A few seconds later, it opened. There stood a beautiful Salima in nothing but a robe. She looked at me for a moment and her eyes widened.

“It was you… you’re the guy from last night.”

“It would seem so. You mind if I come in?”

“Yes, I mind! You don’t get to show up here after you put a gun in my face.”

“It was nothing personal. Your screaming was too much for my ears.”

She scoffed. “I was afraid for my life.”

“Baby, if I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have had the chance to scream. You weren’t the target, therefore you were never in any real danger.”

“That’s your logic? How the fuck was I supposed to know I wasn’t a target, nigga? You traumatize people for fun?”

I chuckled. “Not for fun,” I answered, sliding past her.

“Um, excuse you. How dare you!”

“You were being rude, and it’s too damn hot to stand in this heat.”

“I didn’t invite you over, so you don’t have to stand anywhere. This is private property.”

“Do I really look like I’m trying to hear that?”

“Do you know what kind of night I’ve had? I was held at gunpoint not even halfway through my first shift. I had to listen to a room full of people lose their lives. Albeit they deserved it, but a life is a life. I was arrested and questioned for hours. I’m literally just getting home. I’m hungry, I’m tired, and once again I’m jobless. And now… after all that, I have to deal with you.”

I stared at her for a moment. Gone was the fear from last night. That attitude… I kinda liked that shit. Maybe she wasn’t the weakling I thought she was.

“Do you know who I am?” I asked.

“Wow. That’s pretty arrogant. No, I don’t know who you are and I don’t care. You’re on my property now, so if I shoot your black ass, I’d be justified.”

“First off, you’d never get the drop on me like that. Second. Pipe down, baby. That fuckin’ vein in your forehead is gon’ pop out.” I took a seat on the couch. “Come sit down and let me rap to you right quick.”

“Did he just make himself comfortable on my couch? Am I tripping?”

I chuckled. “You always talk to yourself?”

She frowned. “Muthafu?—”

“Salima… sit down.”

She crossed her arms. “Whatever you have to say to me, you can say it while I’m standing.”

I shook my head. “Fine. Look, I’m sorry you lost your job. I know shit’s gotta be tough around here with your moms being out of work.”

“How did… who told you that?”

“Don’t worry about that.”

“Don’t worry about it? You showed up at my house unannounced and uninvited and I’m not even sure how you got my address. And now you’re telling me personal information about my mother. What the fuck do you mean don’t worry about it? Who the hell is feeding you information on me?”

“Oh, baby, nobody has to feed me anything. I can have access to any part of your life in a matter of minutes.”

“I think it’s time for you to go. I don’t feel safe with you here.”

I chuckled as I stood. “Baby, the safest place in your world is with me.”

I walk toward the door and reached into my back pocket. This damn girl took cover behind the couch.

“Please don’t shoot!”

“Woman, nobody’s gonna shoot you. Get your ass up off the floor.”

She peeked over the couch. “What are you reaching for?”

I shook my head as I pulled her phone and the band of hundred dollar bills from my pocket and placed them on the table beside the door.

“Something to keep you afloat until you find a job. Have a good day, Miss Navarro.”

I opened the door and went to walk out, but she stopped me.

“Wait!”

I turned back to see her easing from behind the couch. Slowly, she walked over to me and picked up the money.

“What’s the catch?”

“The catch?”

“Yeah. What? You give me this money and then what? You want something in return? Am I gonna have to fuck you for it?”

My eyes passed over her in this robe. It was little as hell and did nothing to hide the luscious curves of her body.

I smirked, deciding to be the asshole.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

She scoffed. “No!”

“Really? That’s a first for me. I must be getting rusty.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Big time.” I sighed. “Look. You taking this money doesn’t come with any stipulations. I felt bad that you lost your job. It was the least I could do. I was being… nice.”

“I don’t take you for a nice guy.”

I chuckled as I fingered her chin. “I’m not.”

I turned back to the door and this time when I opened it, there was a woman standing there preparing to enter.

“Oh! I wasn’t expecting you to have company, Salima.”

“He was just leaving, Mama.”

“Mama?” I said, throwing on my charm. “Ain’t no way this beautiful young woman is your mama.”

I took her hand and kissed it.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Navarro.”

“Uh huh… who are you?”

“My name is Deuce.”

“Deuce? Like the card? Your mama named you that?”

“No ma’am. My mama named me Stanley.” Behind me, Salima snickered. “Deuce comes from being named after my father.”

“Well, Deuce , I believe you were leaving?”

I chuckled. “Yes ma’am. I see you don’t play.”

“I don’t.”

“I respect that. Have a good day. Bye, Salima.”

“Bye, Stanley.”

I shot her a look that wiped the smirk off her face. Nobody called me fucking Stanley, but my mama and I hated that shit. I love my Pops, but I couldn’t rock with his name. Who ever heard of a thug named Stanley?

Shaking the thought from my head, I walked back across the street to my car. As I settled in, I saw Salima looking at me through the front window. I gave her a head nod, then pulled my hellcat into the street to see what kind of trouble I could get into.