Rah
"Ooooooh shit, yeah right dere' "
I watched my best friend deep throat my manhood. Damn, her shit was good.
What the fuck am I doing?
I got a girl. Tasha. But ever since her bumass job transferred her, she had to move out the state. I miss her. I mean, I go see her from time to time but bitch stay "busy".
She stopped.
"Why da' fuck you stop?", I looked down at her and saw why. I turned soft. I stuffed my dick back in jeans and zipped my zipper. I knew she was grilling me, so I avoided looking her way. I sat on my couch and kept my eyes on the TV.
"Nigga, don't you fucking ignore me!"
I rolled my eyes. She moved so we could be face to face. I felt her hand going up my leg, she leaned in. I put my hand up to her before our lips could meet.
"You just sucked my dick, B. I ain't kissing you. You trippin'."
I heard a hard loud bang on my door. I snatched Lola off the coffee table and walked to the front door and looked through the peephole.
Who the fu...
Five-o. Like six of them muthafuckas. In front of my door. Guns out.
Hungry to see another black muthafucka shot.
"Raheem Vasquez? It's the NYPD, we just wanna ask some questions about the murder of Kwincy Jewel!"
Fuck!
I ran upstairs in my bedroom and to my safe. Pulled a duffle bag from underneath my bed and started loading it. I took everything. The guns. The money. The coke. Everything.
"Where is he!?"
"He ran upstairs. He has a gun!"
Disloyal bitch!
I grabbed the duffel bag and ran to the window, I opened it and hesitated a bit but I jumped the fuck outta there.
"Raheem Vasquez!", a Spanish looking cop yelled from behind me. I ran to my car and jumped in the front seat. I waisted no time getting the key in the ignition.
I was halfway down my block when I heard sirens behind me.
"Oh, y'all muthafuckas don't wanna start a high speed chase wit' me!" I yelled then made a sharp left turn.
How the fuck these muthafuckas know it was me? And why the fuck they on me now? Something ain't right!
But I ain't got time for answers. I gotta get somewhere fast. With someone I can trust.
Tasha.
**
Tasha
"Who is it?", I yelled as I rubbed my eyes walking to the door. Who the fuck could be knocking at my door? I looked through the peephole.
This muthafucka.
I opened the door to let my triflin' ass muthafuckin man in. "What the fuck you doing here?" I asked. I saw the duffle bag in his hand and he looked horrible. He scowled and walked past me, threw the duffel bag on my countertop and went straight for the fridge. I closed the door.
"Why the fuck my key don't work, Tasha?", he turned to me with a colt 45 in his hand. "Cause I changed my locks, muthafucka." I rolled my eyes.
"Bitch, you don't pay bills in here!"
"And nigga you do?"
"Who the fuck else do!"
Oh shit. He was right.
I sucked my teeth and reached for the duffel bag but he snatched it away. "What you got for me, Rah?"
"Why you so damn greedy?"
"Cause I need to be fed nigga, now what you got fa' me!"
"I got this." He reached down and grabbed his dick through his robin jeans. "How sweet." I joked. He sighed, walked over and placed his hands on my waist. "I missed you, ma. Stop acting like that."
**
Rah
"Yeah well I miss the money. So where it's at?"
I sucked my teeth and let go off her waist.
"Tasha, all the fuck you think about is money! Money, money, money! You a greedy ass bitch!", I spat. I'm tired of this bitch money thirsty ass attitude. She ain't deserve shit. I been with Tasha for two years and money was always her main priority. I dug in my pocket and pulled out my phone.
There was no way I was staying in this house tonight.
