Once in a Blue Moon

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A/N: Miss me?

"Like this, papi?"

Smokey grunted as the dark haired Latina beauty worked her mouth on him, balancing herself on six inch heels on the marble floor.

"Yeah, Cita, you doin' your thing."

Smokey knew that Cita was supposed to be his Uncle Slice's girl, but shit, he was too old for all that ass. Besides, if Cita wanted to be a freak, who was he to stop her?

Smokey leaned back, lighting up a blunt. They were in the office of Pretty Sandra's, Gunzs' restaurant. Smiley was obsessed with finding who did this to their brother, but Smokey knew someone had to look out for his business. Gunz had a meeting with the Columbians earlier that day, one that would stop everybody's pockets if nobody showed. After a tense conversation where Smokey informed them Gunz was recovering and they'd have to go through him for the time being, he was in need of some relaxation.

With a shiver and a shake, Smokey released into her mouth and smirked, looking exactly identical to Smiley in that moment. "Slice fucking up. He need to keep you chained to a cross in a basement somewhere." Even though he was treating her like a hoe, Smokey kind've liked Cita. She was cool, and down for anything. Even though she had thottish ways, she made him feel understood.

"Stop it, Smokester," Cita laughed, cleaning herself up in the sink in the bathroom. "You just been fuckin' with little girls so long, you forgot how a grown woman does it." Cita was throwing shade at Smokey's on again, off again girlfriend Katrina. Trina was only 17, but that was Smokey's main. He twisted his face.

"You worrying about the wrong shit. There's some cum on your mustache, too."

He sat in Gunzs' chair and opened his phone. He had a text message from Lake, asking where he was. He opted not to respond. Smokey had been catching vibes from Lake for a while now that told him something was off with his big brother. He couldn't place it or back it up with any concrete proof, but Gunz laying in a hospital bed was proof enough for him. Gunz was damn near untouchable, so for him to be so close to death had to mean he was betrayed big time.

"How's your brother?" Cita asked, flipping her long hair over her shoulder. She was dressed cute with high waisted jeans, a ribbed grey cropped tank top, and grey PUMA fur slides. Her hoops were big, and she had a Birkin bag to match.

"He aiight. He still in a coma, but the doctors said he out of the woods. We just waiting on him to wake up."

"That's amazing. Nothing but God..." Cita drummed her fingers on the chair. "I bet his girlfriend is so torn up. I would be devastated if something like that happened to Slice."

Smokey gave her a look that said bitch the fuck please over his phone, and then shook his head. "You would think."

"What you mean?"

"At first they was in there together. But after she was in there for a week, they released her. That hoe ain't been back to see my brother since." Smokey's nostrils flared. He thought more of Delilah, they all did. But it seemed like as soon as the money stopped flowing and Gunz was no longer physically able to cater to her, she was in the wind.

Cita's mouth dropped. "Whaaaaat?" She leaned forward, her eyes widening slightly. "That don't seem like her. It looked to me like she really loved him."

"Looks are called looks for a reason. Shit can look sweet but really be sour. Nobody expected Blue to switch up like that but-" Smokey shrugged and tilted his hat. "You know how y'all hoes is."