The Forbidden Hit

Chapter 1

"Oooh papi!" she moaned.
She wasn't even Spanish, not one bit. She wasn't even enjoying the oral sex she was receiving. She just had to get this job over with and get her money. She continued to fakely moan louder as she saw the door open and she knew she was being saved. The dark shadow slipped through the door and it slammed.

"What was that?" he asked finally coming up for air.

"Nothing. I just hit my head on the wall." she replied with her fake accent quickly.

"No. The door just slammed. I heard it." He began to get off his knees.

"Uh...lay on the bed daddy. I wanna ride it."
The sloppy hustler hurried and lay on the bed as if the door never slammed. As he began to undress, the dark shadow that had slipped through the door slid a .35 caliber across the floor. As soon as he finished undressing, she pretended to continue their foreplay as she got on the floor and started to crawl toward the bed. She was really looking for the pistol that had been slid across the room to her. Once she found it, she got off her hands and knees to find him storking his member. She gagged at the sight, got up and pointed the gun in his face.

"Get the fuck up and put that baby carrot back in yo' pants." She said obviously irritated.

"What happened to your accent babygirl?" he asked finally sitting up. As he sat up, he starred down the barrel of the .35.

"Shit! You dirty bitch!!" he spat.

"Tell that to the pussy juice drippin off your lip nigga." The shadow slowly walked toward them.

"Aye! Yo, B. wassup dawg??" The sloppy hustler was sweatin' bullets like he had just stepped off a track.

"Save that shit man. You got my money?" The room fell silent. Brick was getting tired of him wasting his time. Time was money for Brick. If he lost time, he lost money. He fired a shot into Jim's leg.

"Aghhh! Fuck!" Jim cried out.

"Let's try this again. Where's my money?" Brick questioned. Still no answer.
"Jayla off this nigga please." Jayla pulled the trigger sending four more bullets straight through his chest and watched as the hollow bullets ripped straight through his torso while he struggled to breath. To Brick, Jayla was so sexy when she pulled a trigger.
"C'mon babygirl. Let's get you home so I can show you how a real nigga do it." Brick was attracted to Jayla, but not just because of her body. It was her personality. She was feisty, funny, and she's a take-charge kind of girl and on top of that, he knew she was a virgin, but she wouldn't admit. Jayla was attracted to Brick too, but not in that way. To her it was strictly business all she cared about was money. It didn't cheat, lie, or nag her and that's why she loved it so much.

"Brice, you know I don't get down like that." she noted as she got dressed.

"Damn Jay! What I tell you about that government name shit?!" he fumed. She smirked as she wipped off the murder weapon and tucked it neatly in her bag as they made their exit. Birck dropped her home and went to find a him a broad for the night. As soon as Jayla entered her condo, she slipped off her heels, took off her wig, and headed straight to the bathroom for a hot shower. Just as she was about to step in, her phone rang off, but she ignored it and continued in the shower. After she showered, she she walked out the bathroom to find a bouquet of flowers with a note sitting next to a duffle bag.

"Brick." she said out loud and smiled.

Jay: "The flowers are beautiful. Thank you."

Brick: "You earned every penny baby girl. All 350K. I owe you for that fat fuck tonight."

Jay: "Is that your way of sayin' you love me? *naughty face*"

Brick: "Lol! Brick ain't got no feelin's lil mama"