Pain, Pleasure, and Temptation #4

Runnin' Back

To clear up any confusion, Caesar looks at Carla as just a neighbor and friend. They haven't done anything sexual but Carla wants to.






(5) Don't Deserve You P2






"I think I love you, don't let me get in the way (Get in the way). Don't let me stop you girl, from doin your thing (Doin your thing). 'Cause I don't deserve you (NO!) I don't wanna hurt you, play with your mind. Have you runnin in circles, don't let me get in your way (Get in your way)." Lloyd Banks ft. Jeremih.






Caesar pushed Angelina into one of his guest rooms. The whole ride to his home she had told him that Allen had been working with D. Some would think D was Caesar's uncle but being that Monie and Caesar were relate by Monie's mother and D and Monie were related by Monie's father, they weren't blood. Through the years Caesar had gotten to know D but from age ten he didn't like him that much for some reason.



Caesar's house was separated. When he was throwing a party, he used the part where Angelina was located. A kitchen, bathroom, living room, along with two other rooms were located in that part. The main part was where the main kitchen, bathroom, and bedrooms were located. The other part was where he handles business.




Angelina banged against the door for hours while Caesar set in his room, in the main part of the house with her locked in the other part.



He thumbed through the magazine in his hand til he came across what he was looking for.




He inhaled a breath to keep in his anger as he looked at the picture with Pleasure and two half-naked men. He flipped to the back of the page with a picture of her laid out on a couch.




He couldn't help but smile. He watched her grow into the beautiful woman she was today. He remembered when they were in their middle school years and all she wore was converse, and jean jump suits with her hair in a curly ponytail.




He remembered when she first introduced him to her mother. Her mother was sick, slowly dying but still she smiled as soon as she saw Caesar. He remembered when he introduced Pleasure to his mother, the woman was quick to hug Pleasure and invite them in their home.




But then he remembered the day of Ms. Margery's funeral. Pleasure never stopped crying that day, and she didn't stop until the day. The day he gave her his promise ring, the ring that promised he would always be there for her until the day he died and he wouldn't break that promise.




He remembered the days where Pleasure wanted to stop trying to make a career. She wanted to model so bad and still she wasn't getting any calls back after all the interviews she went through.




He told her, one day she would be bigger than she ever imagined. If she gave up, she would always be wondering where she would be if she kept trying.




He wanted her to keep doing good and he knew he was a distraction. Leaving her alone was like telling a pig to fly. It was impossible, he couldn't get her out of his system and as much as he tried, he couldn't. Even though he wasn't going to be in a relationship with her didn't mean he didn't want one. If the outcome of falling deep in love was different when you're in the game, he knew him and Pleasure would be engaged and living with each other now.





He loved her, he really did but he knew she needed her own time. He understood that he never put her first but the game came first. If he always put her first, they could both be somewhere with their head blown off. He tried to give her as much attention as he could with out putting her in danger.




He threw the magazine to the side and grabbed a grape off his dresser. He opened the black and mild before rolling it between his fingers. Once most of the tobacco was out he rolled the empty cigar to remove the paper before rolling it in a ball and putting it back in the cigar. He poured the tobacco back in before tapping the plastic tip before burning the end.




He put the plastic tip of the smoke to his lips before inhaling and letting it out once it filled his lungs. He kicked off his Nikes before picking up his phone and calling Pleasure.




"Hello?" She answered on the third ring, he could tell she was happy about something.




"Wassup?" He asked as he took another intake.



"Caesar... What you want?" She asked, a attitude already bubbling to the surface.




"I wanna talk to you."



"What you wanna talk to me about?"




"Why you trippin, baby?" He started, "why you walk away from me like that?"



"Who was the hoe you was looking at?" She asked, sucking her teeth.




"You ain't gotta worry bout her, she ain't no body special if that's what you thinking." He told her.



"You fucking her?"



"You fuckin ole dude?"



"Julian? Hell No."



"That's yo answer." He told her.



He heard music start in the background before Aaliyah's voice filled his ear.



"Where you at?" He asked.



"Home." She told him, "you being serious, Trent? I'm really tryna talk."



"I'm being serious." He told her before letting the smoke from his last intake out.




"You tryna put me in yo schedule? I'm not bullshitting, Caesar."



"Nah, I got you bae. What time?" He asked, for some reason out of all the years he ignored her, he was willing to listen this time.



"My shoot over at three, you trying to come over?"




"Alright, I'll be there." He told her.



"You ain't standing me up? I could be moving on to the next nigga right now, but I'm trying to make things right with you. I don't even know why I fucking try with you." He heard her chuckle and he knew she was drinking.



"You know I'd never let another nigga have what's mine." He told her, pushing the roach into the ash tray and starting up another one.




"It ain't yours if you don't claim it."




He chuckled, "The marks on yo neck show it."




"Titles show it." He heard her gulp down a drink before he heard her pouring another one.





"Why we need a title? Like it's gone change what we do."




"It's not but until we get a title and a meaning, I damn sure ain't yours." She said before the line went dead.



He laid back and smoked the cigar until he fell asleep.





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"Wake the hell up!" Monie screamed as his hand connected with Caesar's face.



Caesar jumped up, looking at Monie with a glare, "nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you?"




"Nah, what the fuck wrong with you?! You got some bitch locked up in yo fucking house!"



"That's Angelina." Caesar sighed before laying his head back on his pillow.



"That don't explain why she locked up in yo house. All the boys downstairs, we think you done went crazy." Monie sighed.




"How the hell you get in my house anyway?" Caesar asked as he stood up.




"I got a key, remember?" Monie replied as they walked downstairs. Caesar groaned as he passed the door that lead to the part of the house Angelina was in. She was still pounding on the door.





"Open it." Caesar told Monie.





"I ain't opening that shit, for she come out and whip my ass." Monie said, looking at Caesar like he was crazy.




Caesar stood on the side of the door before pushing the key to the door inside the lock. He slowly turned it before a scream filled the house.




"Oh fuck!" Monie shouted as Angelina's fist connected with his balls.




She turned to Caesar before connecting his head with the wall. She pushed his head to the wall before shouting at him in Spanish.




She let him go as soon as a cold pistol was put to her head.



Caesar groaned as he put his hand to his head before looking at her, "you lucky I can't hit no female."



Zane moved the gun away from her before locking the cuffs around her wrists.




Rod, Shaun and Terrence bust out laughing as they watched from the stair case.









"You see why I locked her in there?" Caesar said to Monie who had a ice pack laid on his lap.




"So you saying Allen fucks with D?" Terrence asked as he looked at Angelina.




"He gets everything from D, his drugs, drinks, poison. Everything." Angelina spoke.




"Damn." Shuan groaned.



"What's the next move?" Monie asked.




"Find Allen." Rod spoke before looking up at the woman who was strapped down to the chair.






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(5) Connect





"How every conversation starts with this time will be different. Oh the idea is fun, oh the idea is fun. Oh the idea is so fun every time. At least we try for homerun every time" - Drake







Pleasure heard her front door open and frowned a little. She didn't regret that she answered Caesar's call, she wanted to say it was because she was tipsy and lonely after coming from Waffle House but she knew it was because she wanted to.




Some would say it was time to let Caesar go and they were right, once again she was letting herself down as a woman but she couldn't stop herself. She just wanted things to be right with Caesar so badly but if this talk went no where, it was really time for her to fall back.




She hated how everything she said and thought last night went down the drain and she was already talking to him once again.



She pushed her thoughts aside, if she failed once again, it was her problem.





Caesar pulled Pleasure into a hug, inhaling her perfume.



"You good?" He asked her.



She nodded, "yeah. you ready to talk?"




He nodded before she walked into the kitchen where she took a seat on one of her stools after pouring a glass of wine.




"How you feel?" She asked, she didn't know how to ask the question but she had to start off somewhere.




"It's not about me, it's about what you feeling."



"It's about us, so it's about what were both feeling so I expect your answer. I'm feeling stupid, dumb, and weak. No woman should have to feel like their in competition, they shouldn't feel stupid because their the only one fighting for a relationship. They should feel proud and have their man fighting along with them for their relationship."



"Who you competing with? You already know there ain't nobody but you. I'm fighting for what we got too, I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."




"I'm competing with this stupid ass hood act you got going on. You ain't living in the projects, you're not struggling. act like you got potential and make something of yourself. Where is selling drugs getting you? No where, it may be paying your bills but it don't give you happiness cause money can't make you happy for so long."




"You act like I don't know what struggling is. You know where we both started from, the projects. So you can't tell me I don't."




"We made it out, and you still acting like you in the hood. You could be out somewhere getting legal money instead of acting stupid!" Pleasure shouted and sighed.




"If this where I wanna be in life, why can't you accept that? You wanna relationship but you worried about something that ain't benefiting us."




"It's not benefiting us, it's dragging us down." She said before looking him in the eyes, "so what you wanna do about that?"




"Come here." He told her, she looked at him for a second before getting out of her seat and walking to him. He grabbed her by her waist before sitting her on his lap.




"I wanna work on us before we worry bout anything us." He told her, trailing his lips up her neck, "where my ring at?"




She raised her hand before looking at the diamond ring on her finger, "Right here."



"What did I promise you the night I gave you that?"



"That you'd always be there for me no matter what happened."



"So that's what ima do, no matter what problems we got going on. I'ma always be there, can't nobody take you from me or vice versa. You know I love you?"



She shook her head, "No. You don't act like it."




"I guess it's time for me to show you." He told her before he pressed his lips against hers, "I'ma always be here."




He meant that.







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(5) I Know





"I know I know I know I know I know I know (What you know Quan?) You ain't that nigga you say you is (Well how you know though?) Just know that I know I know I know (Okay!) Them streets, they fuck with me strong, And them bitches gon fuck just because money long. You know that I know I know I know. Well you know that I know it I know it I know." - Yo Gotti ft. Rich Homie Quan








Rod looked at D through the glass, hiding the anger he was feeling.



"You good?" D asked as he hid the lust he was feeling.




"Yeah, I'm good. So wassup?" Rod asked, getting straight to business.




"Ion know, them niggas playing around." D started while shaking his head, "They ain't sending shit."




"Yeah, you know we need that letter, forreal. You need to get that straight, we need the package."



"I know, I know. I tried contacting them but th-"




"Who is Allen McClain, D?" Rod asked, seriousness written across his face.




"What?" D asked, trying to mask his surprise, "I don't recall that name."




"That's cool, guess I gotta find him myself." Rod spoke before he dropped the phone and walked out the visiting room, leaving D in shock, regret, and guilt.