Chapter 6

6

J ue

Kendrick Lamar blasted as Jue pulled in front of Kimisha's mailbox. She was one of the few women he'd met and had a sexual relationship with on his route. Because of his appearance, women often threw themselves at him. For that reason, the young lord had learned early on the power of pussy and how not to fall victim to it. There were, however, certain women who were worth the risk of falling in lust—and Kimisha was at the top of that list.

She didn't nag him, have unrealistic expectations, or switch up on him. She fed him well, sucked the soul out of his dick, and didn't ask for more when it was time for him to dip. For that reason alone, Jue kept Kimisha in heavy rotation. Only twice had he fucked around with her while on the clock, and both times were worth the risk of him being off schedule. Jue didn't make a habit out of doing anything to jeopardize his job, though, because it made it easy for him to make his real money.

Delivering mail had never been Jue's dream job. Had it not been for the time he spent with OGs on the block putting him on to making his money discreetly and creatively, he never would have applied for the job. Now, in between stuffing mail into mailboxes, he dropped off bags and boxes of drugs to trap houses too. His ability to ride around and make deliveries without drawing attention from the law made Jue highly sought after. Regardless of the offers he got from other dealers and suppliers who wanted him inside their organization, Jue knew how greed could ruin a good thing, and he was content with the handful of partners he had.

Monday through Saturday, he delivered for a different dealer, picking up his payment in exchange for the deliveries after every shift. At that point, he was free to do whatever he pleased with his time and life, and Jue couldn't ask for anything more.

Since Kimisha had a package that needed to be signed for, he grabbed it and her mail and jogged to her front door. She lived in a small, one story home that was one street over from the hood and one street over from downtown. At any given moment, police sirens and ambulances could be heard, but her street, for the most part, was safe.

After ringing the doorbell and knocking, Jue shifted his weight and released a slow breath as he waited for Kimisha. It didn't take long for him to hear the lock disengage. She opened the door wearing nothing but a red bra and panty set and a smile.

"Hi," she spoke, tugging him into her home by his belt buckle.

"I can't today, Mimi. I'm on a tight schedule."

With a pout, she released him. "What if I promise to be quick? I've been waiting for you for two days."

Though Jue's mind was telling him to get her to sign for the package and leave, his hardening dick had him following her into her living room. After tossing the box and her mail onto the glass coffee table, Jue allowed his eyes to lower to her ass as she leaned against her dark blue sofa. She pushed her panties to the side, showing him her glistening pussy.

"Damn," he muttered, closing the space between them. "You ready for a nigga huh?"

"Yesss," she purred, gripping the back of the couch as he squeezed and kneaded her cheeks.

Jue made quick work of pulling a condom out of his wallet and sliding it on, then slid into her. Ten swift strokes in and her walls were already clenching him. As she moaned, his head flung back, and that's when he noticed a flash of movement going behind him.

Jue turned, and the feel of a cold, hard object on his temple knocked him off his feet. He stumbled sideways onto the couch, vision darkening as white specks of light flashed. Kimisha shrieked.

"Go get the shit. I'ma hold him down!" the man said, lifting the rod to hit him again.

"You're going to hurt him!" Kimisha yelled gripping his arm, but he shoved her backward.

"How else you think we gon' get his shit?"

Their brief interaction gave Jue enough time to focus on what was actually happening. He stood and stumbled backward, shoving his dick into his boxers.

"You told me to get him in the house. You didn't say anything about attacking him. I didn't sign up for him getting hurt."

"Then what did you sign up for, bitch?" Jue seethed, realizing… "You set me up?"

Without waiting for her to respond, Jue tried to rush out of the door to get back to his mail truck, but it was pointless. There were two men guarding the door—the one time he left his Glock in the truck. Deciding to go down fighting, Jue charged at both. He held his own until the man from the living room joined in, sending the rod to the back of Jue's head.

As his body hit the carpeted floor, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Kimisha's loud, piercing pleas for them to leave became faint whispers as everything went black.