La Bella Mafia

Relationships

"I gotta keep it real
I know you wanna see
I know you wanna be
In my B-E-D, grinding slowly.."
Jacquees- B.E.D.

Sincere

Miami

"Yo." I answered the phone.

"Hey baby."

"Wassup Tae" I said nonchalantly.

"You. Where you at?" She asked me.

"What do you want Tamar?"

She sighed. "Babyyyy, I miss you. You don't miss me?"

Now it was time for me to sigh. "If you don't have anything important to tell me, this conversation is over."

"Okay okay, I want you Sin. Look, I'm sorry for acting up last weekend. I was completely wrong for throwing that drink in your workers face."

I laughed at this bitch. I knew Tamar would be calling sooner than later begging for some dick, apologizing for acting a fuckin' fool in my restaurant last weekend. Tamar swore up and down that I fucked Ashley, a petite waitress that worked at my restaurant. It was a dickhead move of me to invite Tamar to the restaurant when I knew Ash would be on the clock, but honestly I didn't give a fuck what either girl had to say. I was a single man and owed no one any explanations. Yeah, I fucked Ashley and then even let her suck my dick that same night after Tamar stormed off leaving me at the table.

Ashley was petite just how I liked them. Dark skin with a fat ass. She lacked tits but that was okay with me. I appreciated all body types. As long as the face was good. Ashley wasn't the only worker that I had fucked. Ashley just wanted to be messy that night, she kept flirting with me and giving Tamar mad attitude. So of course Tamar caught on to what the fuck was going on.

"Hello? Sincere?"

"Yeah." I said snapping out of the memory.

"Wanna come over tonight? I bought some
champagne. Some sexy lingerie, in your favorite color, green." She cooed.

"I'll think about it, Tamar imma have to hit you later, Aight." Without giving her a chance to respond I hung up.

Tamar and I met when I first came to Miami. At the time she was a stripper at KOD's. Bad little Honduran bitch. Cocoa brown skin with a Fat ass and big ass titties which were probably fake but I didn't give a fuck. She wasn't petite, standing at 5'7 but it was something about her that I liked. Tamar was a nasty bitch in bed, pretty much doing anything I wanted. Tamar's problem was, she was a crazy ass bitch. She thought that her and I were a couple. She chased away many females I fucked with or wanted to fuck with. It was annoying. She didn't know how to play her fucking part.

Walking out of the doors of my building, the doorman greeted me as usual, while I waited for my truck.

"Mr. Graham, your car." The valet said Hopping out.

I looked up from my phone and then walked over to my truck, then hopped in.

Driving through the streets of Miami made me proud. When I first came down here, all I had was $50,000 to my name. Now here I was,
a year later with $1,000,000. I flipped that shit easily. I was a go getter. Been one ever since I was a jittabug as these Florida niggas say. I ruffled a few feathers when I first came down here. A few niggas ain't like the fact that a New York nigga was coming to their city and setting up shop but I ain't give a fuck. Get down or lay down. Simple as that. I came to this city and made it mine.

I run these fuckin streets. Ain't a fiend out here getting high off of nothing that ain't my product. And I did all of that in a fuckin year. Me and my nigga Wise. At first he ain't wanna come down here. He felt like we were running, leaving New York. I had to convince him that we weren't running, we were being smart. There was a big drought going on in New York. It just wasn't working out anymore. Soldiers were dying from our team. Had to get us out of there quick, before we went with em'.

Finally getting to my destination I turned off my car. Looking down at my ringing phone I saw that Syn was FaceTiming me. Pressing accept I waited for the call to connect.

"Hey Sincere."

"Wassup ma?"

"Nothing much, heading home now."

"Yeah it's getting kinda late, you don't need to be out in them streets."

She rolled her eyes. "Shutup, I see you're in your truck where you going?"

"Finna handle some business"

"Oh.." Syn replied softly. She looked away from the camera while I watched her.

"How was your day?" I asked.

"Uh.. it was cool. I'm starving right now."

I nodded my head.

Looking away from Syn I begin to watch my surroundings, even though I was the boss around here, I could never get to big headed and think that niggas wasn't gon' try me. I wish a nigga would though, I was always strapped.

"You miss me?" I asked her

She looked into the camera, smiling showing off her dimples.

"You miss me?" She asked me.

"I asked first."

"So?"

I sighed. Syn was always like this. It was hard for her to express herself. I always forced her to do it though. I was very patient with her. She was the only woman I was like this with.

"Yea Synthia, I miss your peanut head ass."

"Fuck you Sincere Graham."

"I do want to fuck you again, Mrs. Graham." I said looking at her tits from the camera. Syn looked nice today. From what I could see, She was wearing a white top that has her tits on full display. Around her neck was a simple cross diamond necklace. That shit was clean. Her hair was up in a high ponytail. In her ears were some AirPods and diamond studs.

"Is that right?" She asked with a sexy smirk.

I licked my lips and nodded while still looking at her tits.

"What are you looking at? She said smiling.

I ended up staying on the phone with Syn, until she got home. She went to McDonalds to get her something to eat and then drove straight home. Before we hung up she surprised me.

"Alright, I'm finna walk into the house now."

"Alright."

She looked into the camera.

I looked at her.

"Uh.." she smiled nervously. "I love you Sincere."

Smiling I replied "I love you too Syn."