𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭

Go have fun

The next morning...

Tye layed in bed facing the ceiling as he smoked a blunt. He was watching the fan above his bed spin while he reflected on his life. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. Normally he wouldn't have been losing sleep behind another nigga but Something was telling him that little encounter with Bolo the other night was far from over. He embarrassed him In front of their crew and cut off his main supply for income by kicking him out of the organization.

No supplier meant no product. No product meant no money and without money you know the rest. As the late great Claud Brown said "Never mess with a man's money, woman, family or his manhood". It was a known policy amongst men that was often used in street politics as well. Let's just say Tye hasn't been the best at following the rules. Depending on who you asked, they may agree. He was sure Bolo wasn't going to let that slide. He had witnessed him kill niggas for less.

Tye knew he needed to prepare himself for what was to come. He knew wasn't dealing with an average cat. Bolo was like the crew's enforcer. The one who would go out and solve any problem with no questions asked. If killing was a sport Bolo would be the team's MVP. He loved it that much. The nigga definitely had a few screws loose. He was the only dude Tye knew who would go out and do some wild shit and still somehow still sleep good at night. Hints why Blue had kept him on payroll. He would always say every organization needed a hitter like Bolo. Blue loved the fact that he was so ruthless yet loyal and trustworthy. Tye never really cared for him but since Blue was the boss and Bolo was his cousin, he had no choice but to tolerate him. That is until now.

Don't get it wrong Tye was far from a punk. He had been involved in many situations that resulted in him laying down his murder games too. Only two people knew about those times. One of them died and had taken his secrets to the grave with him. Tye chose to keep his shit quiet rather than use his hits for bragging rights. He was a businessman before all. He preferred getting money and pussy over all the other shit. One of his rules was to never pull a trigger on anyone who didn't deserve it. So, if Bolo was plotting, he could get outlined in chalk like the rest of the niggas who thought shit was sweet.

He felt Destiny stir in her sleep as she laid across his chest. He looked down at her, admiring her beauty. She was still the prettiest thing he's ever seen, even while sleeping. He hit his blunt one more time and blew the smoke in the air before dabbing it out in the tray next to his bed. He wrapped one arm around her slim waist while the other gripped a hand full of her ass. She was still naked from the night before and he felt his dick getting hard again just thinking about the night they had. It wasn't supposed to happen and he didn't want to overwhelm her so he decided to give her pussy a break. Her eyes fluttered open and he began showering her with kisses. Two to the forehead, one to the cheek and three to her lips.

" Eww, stop! I have morning breath" She exclaimed while trying to push him away.

" Shit, where my mouth was last night was more daring. I think I can handle a little halitosis. Now come here. Give me all that shit" He said, pulling her towards him as he continued to rain down on her with more kisses. They wrestled around until the sheets were tangled around their lower bodies, trapping them momentarily. Eventually she gave in and kissed him back. It started out as a single peck at first but gradually grew more passionate by the second.

" Yeah, that's what I'm talking about" He cheered after finally breaking their kiss.

" You're so nasty," Destiny replied before rolling her eyes.

" You love that shit" He said, causing her to giggle.

" How did you sleep?" He asked, knowing that every night was different for her. Ever since her mothers boyfriend violated her Destiny would have nightmares occasionally.