I sat at the desk with my feet propped up on it overseeing the product still being packaged up and shit. Feeling like I could ease up on them niggas a bit I pulled out my phone. Ignoring the series of text messages from Michael and my uncle, I opened Instagram and immediately I saw a post with Jermaine big dumbass in it. His ass was posted up on the block with his homeboys, George (ugly ass lor nigga) had been the one recording his dumbass be thinking he an influencer and shit. They looked like they wasn't getting no sales and I couldn't help but chuckle at it cause I told Jermaine stupid ass to drop them lame ass niggas and come move weight with me, the winning team. But it's whatever that nigga will be eating out my hand eventually, so it is what it is for now.
I watched as he mugged George for recording them and then he looked into the camera and mugged us. Fuck we do he posting the shit fucking dummy. I sighed as I knew what was coming next. He was going lick his lips and mug some more. Just the damn sight of it set my dick on hard. He made me so damn hot and bothered. I swear one day I was going have my dick down his throat and he was going love that shit.
"Yo Rome some niggas outside giving Tony and them problems," Lenny said from the door throwing me out of my horny daze.
"What niggas?" I asked before readjusting my dick.
"I don't know but they look like them Lo'Cartel niggas," he said.
"I'm finna smack the shit out of them yo," I said preparing to get up. "Nigga must wanna die, they know better than to come over here," I added lowly.
I got up shoving my phone back in my pocket and made my way down to them clown ass niggas. When I got outside, it was getting lighter letting me know morning was coming, and saw niggas up in Tony face. I already could tell who it was by the way that nigga stood. I shook my head and tracked over to them passing by some of the niggas that was helping Tony with the clean up job, some of them only stood there with their guns ready. As I got closer they dispersed from hutting around Tony, who didn't look phased at all if anything that lor nigga looked ready for whatever. I could hear one of them niggas, probably Ronnie, saying "here come Rome crazy ass."
"Fuck you niggas doing here?" I asked.
Jermaine tensed up and said, "your bitch ass homeboy."
He stood there mugging me with the coldest stared down. I only returned the gesture. He was a few inches shorter than me, 6'1, and had black short hair that was cut, and dark brown eyes and full lips. I could just see myself watching them as they sucked my dick, emptying my nut and claiming my soul. Just looking at his mouth caused my dick to start rising again. He must've thought he was being intimidating or something but whole time nigga was looking like a fine ass trade nigga who was ready to take this dick.
"Fuck that gotta do with you being here? You niggas dumb or sum? Fuck y'all wanna die?" I asked, pulling myself out of my daze before my dick got harder.
"They gotta be," Tony said.
"Gots to," I agreed. "Cause only dumb niggas cross turfs. Must wanna get smoked for real," I said as I removed my gun from my holster.
"Man do whatchu niggas gotta do but I'm going get my get back on this punk ass nigga," he said.
"Fuck you is," I said standing in front of Tony to shield him.
"Man move Rome I'm not finna get into it witchu right now," Jermaine said.
Just the other day I was just tussling with this nigga over some dumb shit, which was just me driving pass threatening him (as I usually did) and his bitch ass crew, but when I only singled out Jermaine dumbass I just acted like shit was over respect when I only wanted his attention for real. I swear I be coming up with some smart shit, Einstein ain't got shit on me.
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Game Of Love
General FictionRomeo Banks has always had it bad for chump ass Jermaine Wideman of the Lo'Cartel despite being in a whole different gang, anyone with eyes could see that. Yet as the insistent pressure of turf and drug wars rise, could the two men be more than riva...