You Da One

Chapter 16:

Chapter 16:

Farrod POV:

Okay so maybe I was wrong. But it just seemed right at the moment. She needed to be hurt like I was. How could she just walk away from us? If she loved me like she did? What kinda love is that? She supposed to be my ride or die! So why when it gets bumpy she tryna leave? This shit make no sense.

"What's on ya mind big papa?"Trece says. I mentally roll my eyes.

"What that mouth do?"I say sitting down on the couch. She takes off her shirt.

Who the hell gets naked to suck dick?!

"Aha I got you."She says dropping to her knees. She pull my dick out and starts to suck it. Vacuum sucking it, like she tryna suck the color off it. She fondles and plays with my balls.

After about twenty or so minutes, she starts deep throating my dick. I feel my balls start to tingle, I pull out of her mouth quickly and but all over her chest, getting some in her hair and on her chin.

"Zeus! What the hell?! Nigga! I woulda just swallowed! Fucking idiot..."She says getting up and walking away, well she tries. I pull her back.

"Excuse me? Wanna run that shit by me again?"I say quietly. She swallows, and shakes her head.

"I'll bust a nut where ever I fucking want to. I ain't want you to swallow cuz then ya fucking baby is gon be swallowing my jizz. So who's the fucking idiot now? Go clean up, you look disgusting."I say pissed off. She nods, and starts walking towards my room.

"Use the guest room."I say. She turns and walks into the guest room. I get up, and go in my room. I turn on the shower and hop in, quickly washing off LaTrece's saliva. Ugh I don't even know what to do anymore.

After washing up, I put on some black True Religions, a white polo and some all white Air Force Ones. I walk out to see LaTrece on the phone, gossiping to one of her lil hoochie, hood rat, ratchet ass friends. I sigh, what the fuck am I thinking? It's like I went from a ten star chick, to a zero point two star bitch.

"Trece, I'm going out."

"Where you going?"She says attitude in her voice, tryna stunt fa her lil friends on the phone.

"Don't worry about it. All I know is, when I get back my home better be spotless. My dinner better be hot, and you better be off that damn phone."I say, grabbing my keys, coat as I walk out.

Laina POV:

After that whole incident, how can I even go back to my house. My blood is pumping I need to do something. I drive around for a some hours before deciding to go to a shooting range. I know that sounds crazy. I would go to an outside one but it's November and it's not the cold usually but today it's kind of chilly. Gotta take all precautions, I am a Mommy-to-be.

Which reminds me, I have to go see my doctor tomorrow. I walk into the gun range, straight up to the guy at the front. I show him my CCW, and he shows me to my booth. I slip on my custom purple head gear, it's already loud about two other guys are here, and I pull out my gun already with the silencer. I end up emptying two magazines, feeling much better once I'm finished.

I grab a Gatorade and my stuff and start to walk out. I can't wait to see my target sheet. Cuz I know it's almost all dead center. Right now I'm feeling a little sadistic, and psychotic you could say. I pull off my goggles and carefully remove my headgear.

"Aye!"I hear a guy call. I ignore it.

"Aye!!" He calls again.

"B, C, D!"I scream turning around.