Trap Luv

Que POV

Damn! I was late to yet another meeting with my crew fooling with Cassandra. This girl had some good pussy and she didn't waste no time giving it to a nigga either. Cassandra was thick in all the right places; ass, breast, hips and that pussy. Cassandra was a easy fuck because she always had a crush on a nigga. We grew up together, went to school together and even church. She tried multiple times hanging with me, but I always ignored her cause to be honest she wasn't the prettiest in the bunch.

Things changed when we grew up she got thick, she always had her hair fixed, always had a legit job. A nigga like me loved a fine ass woman with a good head on her shoulders, and even though Cassandra had grew up and got her shit together.. she still wasn't the ONE.

"Damn Que!" She moaned as I stroked every inch of this dick from the back.
"You like this shit don't you?" I pulled her long pony tail as she threw that shit back at me.
"Yes daddy yes!" She gripped the sheets and let out a loud moan as we both climaxed.
A few minutes later I pulled my pants and shirt on along with my hoodie and chain and headed out the door.
"Where you going?" Cassandra covered her naked body with the sheets on the bed.
"Handle business, why!?"
"You coming back later right?" She licked her lips and smiled in a seductive way.
"Man I don't know, I gotta go later."
And I headed out the door just like that, why was she questioning me? I didn't owe Cassandra no explanation we weren't dating.

Later....
"Look Dom I don't know what yo boys doing on the block, but that shit sloppy. I got the north side niggas not wanting to fuck with us because of that shit. GET IT TOGETHER, and QUICK!"

I'd finished the meeting with my crew, I had to get shit straight and let my head leader Dominique aka Dom in check. See I was one of the biggest drug  dealers on the south side of Chicago.

I'd been drug dealer and making money every since I was seventeen. My mother and father showed me the life by partying and smoking dope when I was younger. When I became a teenager I learned more after my dad got locked up; my mom soon took over the drug dealing business but died shortly after.

Bzzzzz
My phone snapped me back to the present. "Wassup wit it?" I answered.

"Say nigga can you come pick me up?"
It was my cousin Lucky, which seemed more like a brother. After my mom died I moved in with Lucky and his mom(my aunt). Lucky was two years younger than me and he was always the stable one. I always taught him never to be like me, go to college and make something of himself. So that's what he's doing going to college and majoring in journalism.

I on the other hand moved out my aunt house at nineteen, and got my own apartment (Now saving for a house).
"Yeah fool I'll come get you, be ready I got shit to do." I hung the phone up and headed his way.

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