Vernon couldn't sit still, the entire ride he was bouncing up and down like he couldn't wait to hop on the first dick he saw... I had seen this before when I was locked up, dude who were career criminals, constantly getting locked up so they could get their fix. There was one dude I was in with that told me the only reason he kept getting arrested is because jail was one of the only places he could be himself; I mean this dude would travel to different states just to get locked up so he could fuck with niggas because he didn't want his boys finding out he got down. I wasn't one of those dudes who fucked with other inmates, nah I was more of a CO type of dude.... you wanna know who some of the most corrupt people on earth were? It was Correction Officers, I'm not saying all of them were bad but the ones that were.... the absolute worst; for the most part they left me the fuck alone because I rarely caused trouble... however there was one.... Just thinking about him got my dick hard, he had been hitting me up since I got out but I was really feeling my baby Calvin... dude was exactly what I needed and I didn't want to fuck that up.....
"God, I've missed this place...." Vernon said as we pulled up to the Villano Compound, as usual, there were armed guards all over the place, the only difference was there were now dudes in Santa hats and red jockstraps hanging Christmas lights, while All I Want For Christmas played loudly over the speakers. "He is so fuckin fine...." Vernon said as the doors opened and Papa Tunde stepped outside with his right-hand man K'Lavon at his side, my hand twitched, urging me to pull out my gun.... It would be simpler this way, but I knew Manolo had a plan.
"Bout time y'all got here... I was starting to think you got lost, or even worse.... defied a direct order." Papa Tunde said snapping his fingers and there was a small arsenal pointed at the car, his eyes seemed to turn completely black... and then he laughed and waved the dudes off. "I'm just fuckin with you.... come inside we got a lot to talk about. K'Lavon, why don't you take Vernon and give him some dick, he looks malnourished." Papa Tunde said and Vernon seemed all too eager to go with K'Lavon.
"You got it boss.... Come on Vernon." K'Lavon said and Vernon was damn near out of his jeans before he even made it inside the house.
"So how have you been Shiloh? It seems like you're not liking our business arrangement given the sour look on your face.... What's wrong? You don't like spying on Damon, still got feelings for him?" Papa Tunde taunted but I kept my cool.
"Nah... I'm just bracing myself for you reaction when you find out that Peyton and Uriel are currently chillin in a house with some dude named Henri....." I said and for the first time since I've met him there was a look of fear in his eyes, but he quickly switched his anger to amusement. "Given your reaction, I would say that you know who that is...." I said watching his face closely.
"That's impossible... simply because I know for a fact my little brother Henri is dead, I ordered Gambino to kill him and if he's still alive.... that means that........" The anger was starting to return to Papa Tunde's face and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to smile. "You've seen him yourself?" Papa Tunde asked.
"Looks like you... longer hair, slimmer build, tattoos all up his leg and on his hand...." I said and I could see that this bit of information was definitely getting to him. "Now that we've confirmed his identity, is there anything else we need to discuss because I kinda wanna get back to my dude." I said even though that wasn't entirely true, Calvin was working but since I was in the city I did kinda want to go see him, and also I wanted to get the fuck away from this weirdo.
"We actually have a lot to discuss... so you're polka-dotted boyfriend will have to wait, until you wanna invite him over, I've BEEN wanting to fuck his spotted ass.... Ayy between you and me, is the spots all over his body? I'm just curious because I think it's kinda sexy." Papa Tunde said and I knew he was trying to get a reaction out of me.
