At Her Best.

Thirteen.

I was officially back on my bullshit. Throwing it back, arching it. Baby, you name it and Raja was doing it. I was staying focus despite the new development of my very loose screw mother and her vindictive ways. Renzo assured me that he would handle the woman who birthed us, and I was actually going to put my trust in him. Olivia not only crossed me, but she definitely wronged him. And judging from the look in Renzo's eyes when he made the promise to end our mother once and for all, I could tell he was out for blood.

21 Savage's music was being blasted, which had Raja feeling spicy. I was out of my element, for I was back in the hood...a place I said I'd never come back to. But I was here for a reason, a purpose. Although I was among disgusting ass walls and bad graffiti, the man I was fucking had the ability to make it seem like I was in a five star hotel. I had no problem getting down and dirty, especially when it came to Havali. This man was a rough tough hustler, the man in the streets that nobody fucked with. He was the big boss in this area, nothing moved until he said so. Havali put the fear of God in people, and showcased his strength strategically and intelligently. He held a lot of respect and influence, and those were the type of men I needed in my corner.

I knew it was of my own interest to keep friends in many areas, especially now that everything was unfolding with Deo and Stanley. Havali was meant to be my secret weapon, someone I kept in my back pocket in case some shit went down. I still haven't heard any type of response from the king, and that was making me grow antsy. Deo was still doing his thing, roaming the streets and being deceitful. I heard he even bought out the whole bar at a nightclub the other day, and that for sure wasn't royal activities. But let me mind my business, his time will come. I was planning on heating things up some more for both Stanley and Deo, and with Havali on my team, I'd be unstoppable.

Moaning loudly, I grabbed on Havali's arm for dear life. This man was tearing my shit up, I ain't had to fake shit with him. He was hitting it from the back, and his intense strokes showed that he meant business. Grabbing my neck, the ex con and drug dealer pulled me up from my curved position. With his right hand gripped around my neck and his left hand pulling my nipples softly, Havali sucked on my ear lobe which not only was surprising but weirdly relaxing. He was on some freaky shit and I was with it.

Havali's sex game felt like an out of body experience. This man had me panting, breathing hard, begging for more. It's like he was doing me the favor instead of the other way around. Not only was he a killer in the streets, but he was a murderer in the sheets. I had to keep this man on my team.

"Damn ma." Havali murmured. "This 'bout the best pussy I done ever had. You weren't lying bout yo shit at all."

I grinned devilishly at Havali's comment and positioned myself more seductively. I was really roping this man in. Unlimited protection from Havali and his gang, here I come.

"Let me suck you off baby." I whispered. "I've been dying to taste that big dick in my mouth."

Havali gripped my hair, forcing me to look him full in the face. We made serious eye contact, and eventually the thug invested kingpin cracked a smirk. He eased his dick out of my pussy, but not before giving me a soft kiss on the lips. I rested back into his dirty couch with a throbbing pussy and a confused mind. Did I piss him off or what?

Havali stretched out on the couch we were fucking on, looking amused. I stared back at him, searching for an answer to his changed behavior. The drug dealer's penis was still hard and that was lowkey making my mouth water. But I knew I had to focus. What the fuck was Havali's deal?

Havali cleared his throat, and began pouring Hennessy in two glasses that were rested on a nearby coffee table. "Now although I ain't one to turn down some sloppy toppy, I ain't no fool. And I don't like that you're playing me for one. Something's up, and you better spit it out. I do my research, Raja. I don't ever make a move if I ain't certain. I've already agreed to protect you, me and my killas got you. But you need to keep it a buck with me. I've heard some things about you. Like I said, I do my research. And you ain't ever this nice to clients. That pretty ass mouth doesn't go on a dick unless it has to. You don't do shit if the paper ain't looking right. And now you're letting me hit for half your price in exchange for protection? Ha. Havali Porter ain't no dumbass. Tell me why you really need my protection. Tell me who I'm protecting you from baby girl. Because if you lead me and my guys to get blindsided, there's going to be hell to pay little lady. And I don't want that for your little fine ass."

I smirked. Damn, he was good. I had to give Havali his props for being so careful about his business, he reminded me of myself. I wasn't trying to pull a slick one on the trap chief himself, but I surely didn't wanna just give this man all of the details. I was up against some serious heavy hitters, and I didn't want that to shy away Havali.

"The Prince of Eswantini and Stanley Orchesto." I admitted. "It's a long story but I'm about to really upset that duo."

Havali sat up straight, and from his facial he looked impressed. After a while of staring into space and sipping slow on his beverage, Havali turned to look at me. His smirk returned and he offered me my own glass of Hennessy.

"Oh, I see you fucking round some big cats. But, is that it?" Havali murmured. "Mason ain't in this mix up too? Raja I've been knowing him a long time. He even kept my team and I afloat financially at one point. Therefore, I can't and won't turn on him. He's the one person I can't help you with."

I squinted my eyes. Mason? I thought I left that name in the dust. Hmph, he's probably mad at how I did him but hey, that's the price you pay for feeding me lies and bullshit. I can't believe he's still mad at that though, could have sworn he had thicker skin than that.

"What are you talking about?" I questioned, acting confused. "Jamal and I ain't beefing."

Havali glared at me with irritation. "Stop playing with me Raja. Mason and his guys pulled up the other night to gamble and chill. The conversation led to you, and he shut that talk down with the quickness. You should have seen the look on his face. Now, what did you do to him?"

I smirked slightly. "Let's just say I dined and dashed. But no worries, he won't be a problem."

Havali laughed aloud. "Then I see why he upset. I'd be mad too if I couldn't access that pussy no more."

I smiled appreciatively. "So we good on the Prince and the mayor?"

"Hell yeah." Havali grinned. "I don't even wanna know what you did or what you're doing. I got my own beef with Orchesto, so consider it done. But I do want you to do something for me. Something I've been thinking 'bout for a lil minute."

Havali and I locked eyes and a sly smile appeared on his face. He began rubbing my thigh, and his hand made its way to my very exposed vagina. Taking his index and middle finger, Havali inserted them in my very moist pussy. Gliding his fingers back and forth, he gave my honeypot the best fingering I've ever had. Havali smiled as he realized I was on the verge of cumming...and then he stopped his actions, pulled out his phone, and started texting someone. I sighed, sexually frustrated and annoyed. This man was fucking dangerous, and I somehow respected it.

"We have a guest." Havali announced. "She'll be here any second. I always dreamt of a threesome with Miss Raja. Tonight's the night."

I squinted my eyes again but didn't reveal my true annoyance. A what? With who? There's a she? Shit, at least it's not a he. The nerve, the fucking audacity of this man. This motherfucker was trying it, but I guess that's the price I had to pay for what I wanted out of him. Everything came with a cost, and I knew Havali wasn't going to let me slide. Time to play my position.

"Who is she?" I asked, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Threesomes are like competitions. Do you really think another woman could ever compare to me? She's going to embarrass herself."

"Ah, the arrogance. I love it." Havali laughed. "I've been fucking with this lil jawn for a minute now. She's decent. Funny thing is, she said the exact thing you did when I told her about tonight. Two women, fighting over who could please me best. This is going to be a movie."

I rolled my eyes heavily. I was reaching a new low by consenting to this fuckery with Havali. This for sure wasn't in the Raja rulebook, and I held myself at such a standard that I felt like I was taking steps backwards instead of forward. But you gotta do what you gotta do. That was the only way to survive in this life. And before I knew it, Astra was strolling into the infamous trap house with not a fuck to give. Boy, was I appalled.

We glanced at each other momentarily, and came to a silent agreement that we'd play along and not let Havali know any extra tea. The drug invested thug introduced us, acting all hyper and shit as if he didn't have bitches running in and out of his den. I had so many questions for Astra. And although I wanted to cut this whole gathering short and start blasting her, I knew I had to play it smart. Havali wasted no time getting down to business, making me push aside all my thoughts of strangling Astra with my bare hands. I was ready to get this activity done and over with though, because this bougie Barbie and I had so much to talk about afterwards.