Aria and Aubrey { A TLS} : Book Two

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Change of Plans

A/N: Sorry, I've been reall busy and haven't been updating like that but yeah, I'm back. Um, posting two new chapter of 'Loving A Criminal" soon, so stay out for that. Feedback is greatly appreciated on both stories. Thanks!

--Abel's Home--

--Abel's POV--

" F*ck! Mmm, f*ck me Abel, f*ck me! Make me c*m Daddy! Ooo shit..." Gerra screamed from above me. She was riding my d*ck fast as fuck, her titties just slapping up and down in my face. It was early morning and I was horny as f*ck, so of course I had to give my girl this good d*ck. Shit...I loved f*cking early in the morning. Especially with Gerra because she was the type of chick to let you f*ck for hours and then make you breakfast afterwards.

"F*ck baby girl, ride this damn d*ck...F*ckkkk!" I growled. Gerra swirled her hips around and I swear I almost lost control of my d*ck. She knew I loved that shit. As her ass slapped up and down on my balls, I closed my eyes in ecstasy. I was close to c*mming and I felt my body shivering.... Just as I was about to c*m, YG's "My Nigga" started ringing from my phone.

"F*CK!" I pushed Gerra off of me and answered. "What the f*ck! It's too early for this shit, the fuck you want?"

Tyga sucked his teeth. "Man, you know we got business to attend to! Are we gonna have our meeting, or nah? Let me know now because I'm not driving all the way out there for no fucking reason Abel, not again."

I wiped my face with a hand and nodded. "Yes, nigga we're still going to be handling business. Just be here around-" I looked at my wristwatch. "Around ten-thirty iight?"

"Iight Abel. Peace."

"Peace." I hung up the phone and turned back to Gerra. "Mmm,now where were we baby?"

Gerra smiled and flipped her brown hair over her shoulder. She crawled on top of me and slid my swollen d*ck in her tight p*ssy. "Right here Daddy..."

**

As I sat around the patio table with all my niggas, I couldn't help but notice the Drake hadn't shown up, once again. He hadn't been coming to the meetings in weeks and he hadn't been answering his phone. I was too busy to go by his house and see what was up, so I had Jermaine do it for me. I hope he has some good news for me because if it isn't, there's no telling what I'll do.

I took a puff of my cigar and looked around the table. "So, as you all know, we still have that nigga King on the loose. Our clientele has dropped tremendously since we've come back from Hartford and it's pissing me off. Now, I've heard rumors that he's supposed to be here for his grandmother's funeral. Has anyone else heard that too?"

I looked to everyone and they all nodded their heads. "Good, because we're going to find the nigga and make it a double funeral."

"But Abel-"

I gave Miguel a look. " 'But Abel' nothin'. The nigga wanted to mess with my money, so he has to die. Seems correct don't it?"

Everyone nodded in silence and had grim looks on their faces. I don't know what the fuck this is about, but from the way my stomach was churning I could tell I wasn't going to like why.

I took another puff of my cigar as Gerra brought out breakfast for everyone. I tapped her ass and she smiled.

"Thanks baby. Go get yourself something to eat okay?" She smiled nodded before waving bye to everyone at the table and disappearing into the house again.

"Jermaine, I think you have something to tell me don't you? I mean you've been quiet ever since you got here. Hell, everyone's been quiet since they fucking got here. What the fuck is up? Someone died or some shit? What?"