Niggas in St. Louis get shot at, beaten and stole from. Niggas just do what they need to survive in the streets so they can provide for their family, but Real Nigga Shit, how can you kill with no remorse? How can you steal without getting caught or...
I've been seeing changes in Kristen that I didn't like, and I'm planning on breaking the fling off but not just yet. I've been fucking her with protection and going to my girl like nothing happened. That's really kinda fucking my mind up because I have cheated on her in the past and I broke my promise to her. Since I knew what gonna happened and knew that the outcome of this. I love Mya, but I just can't change my ways.
I know I'm going to have to do a lot to get her back and try to make her forgive me because, at the end of the day, Mya is the girl I want to be with. I was sitting on the couch, getting head from Kristen. She had me grunting and groaning as she covers my dick with her mouth, gripping on my dick, and touching my balls while throwing my head back as I put my hands on her head, hearing her moan and gag on it.
"Fuck!" I grunted and groaned.
"Mmm, you like that, daddy?" She smirked at me while looking up at me.
"Hell yeah. Keep going, Kris." I huffed as I felt the back of her throat hit the tip of my dick. "Goddamn. Shit."
Kristen continues to moan and groan on my dick, sucking harder and bobbing faster while twisting her lips on my tip, tasting my precum.
"Damn, Kris. I'm bout to bust. Move back some." I grunted as I tried to move her head, but she wasn't budging. "Aw fuck!"
I cums in her mouth as she sucks and tastes it all, making her moan. Kristen comes up back and looks at me as she gets on top of me.
"Round 2?" Kristen smiled while chuckling as she bit her lower lips.
Damn, this finna be hard ending this shit.
East
"Son of a bitch! Why don't nobody knows who this nigga is? He ain't invisible. Fuck!"
I look at my crew, and they didn't even know where to start looking for the nigga.
"I don't know man. He probably in hiding cause he knows you're looking for him." Redhead told me.
"Yeah, you might be right. You three check out east side, and we check out north side. That nigga can't be far. Check out all the spots and trap houses."
"Ight."
They left and the rest of the crew went with me. I drive around the south side and went to all the trap house. One of my men starts talking while I drive.
"What about Herb?"
"Who that?"
"A lil nigga that run a gang. Maybe somebody in his crew knows who did it."
"Ight, you know where his trap at."
"Nah, but I can find out."
"Yeah, do that."
Under ten minutes, he got the address and I drive by there. We got out and kept our guns in the car because we already know that they were gonna check us, and we didn't come here to fight. We walk inside the trap house as the bodyguard check all of us then let us pass.
"Who are y'all here for?" The man looked at us.
"Herb. We just gonna ask him a few things."
"He's upstairs. First door on the left."
We walk upstairs and I can hear coughing and moaning. I go to the first door on the left and knock on it.
"Come in."
We walk in and look around the room and see three other niggas. I look at the man at the desk and talk to him.
"You Herb?"
"Who asking?" He took a puff of his weed then looked at me.
"East."
"Oh shit. How does it feel to be out?"
"Good, man but we came here on business."
"Coo' wassup. What can I do to help?"
"Well, someone snitched on me and that how I ended up in jail, so I'm wondering if one of your boys know anything."
"Go on and ask them. They are right there."
"Y'all know anything?" I looked at them, and one man put his hands up in surrender.
"No, man. I don't even know you."
The other one shakes his head as he looks at me, but the one in the middle didn't even look at me or said anything.
"Yo, my man. You know something?"
"Nah, man. I don't know shit. Could be anybody."
He looks at me as I look at him. His body language is way off like he is hiding something.
"Yo sho that you don't know anything?" I asked him again, mugging him a little had a feeling that he was lying to me.
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"Yeah, I'm sure, man. I wouldn't cross you."
"What's your name?"
"Quan."
I let it go for now and look back at Herb and them.
"Ight, appreciate y'all for y'all cooperation."
"No, problem. Snitches needa be killed anyway. Fuck you putting my name in yo mouth for?" He laughed.
"Right. I heard that. We gonna head out."
"Ight. Be safe and hope you catch that nigga."
"Oh, we will. No doubt."
We walk out the trap house and one of my men begins to shake his head.
"Dammit, a dead end."
Maybe not. I thought as I drive back to the trap then send the men home.
Ace kick it with me, and we just talking and just that quick I forgot the nigga name. I look over at Ace and ask him.
"What was that nigga name?"
"Which one?"
"The one that I had to ask the same question twice."
"Uh, Quan. I think."
"Yeah, him. Kidnap him and bring him here."
"But he said he didn't know anything." Ace told him while furrowing his eyebrows.
"His body language told a different story. He knows something, and he ain't telling."
"Ight. Kaine, Redhead, and I will get him. Where you want him at?"
"The torture room. If he ain't gonna say anything willingly then we just gonna have to beat it out of him until he do talk."
"A'ight. Sounds like a plan. Speaking of plans have you thought about my plan for the gang by using females?"
"Yeah." I chuckled while smirking. "Let's do it. Bring some females in tomorrow after we done with this Quan nigga."
