Part 12 (2/2)

”Oh, he is perfectly safe. He's down the hall with the best piece of p.u.s.s.y his hands and mouth will ever experience,” Yuri opened her laptop and turned it for Kayson to see Little Spank tied to a bed blindfolded with some chic riding his d.i.c.k.

Kayson nodded at the confirmation of his boy being safe and sound.

”See...no worries. Why don't you have a seat so we can talk money.”

”Nah, I'm good. But you can talk,” Kayson stood firm in place.

”My dad will never forgive you, but I do. I know what happened was business and not personal. I am the next one up for the throne and I want to take this family to the next level,” she held eye contact with Kayson and the power in his stare caused her c.l.i.t to jump.

”What about your brother?”

”My brother is weak. He folded for the first piece of p.u.s.s.y that settled in his nostrils. No disrespect to your wife, I respect her brilliance; but let's face it, she ain't me.”

”Anything else?” Kayson was ready to go.

”Think hard about this. I can move twice as much money for you through my father's connects. I have several a.s.sociates who need clean money and I am willing to share them with you.”

”At what cost?”

”I will give you a week to think about my offer and then I will start shaking s.h.i.+t up,” she stood up and headed in his direction.

”This is a very dangerous game you're trying to play,” Kayson looked down in to her eyes.

”I want your kind of danger,” she said a little over a whisper, taking in all that heat he was sending her way. ”Unlike everyone else in your world, I am not afraid of you,” she slid her hand down the length of his d.i.c.k. ”It's a shame that all this d.i.c.k belongs to a b.i.t.c.h that doesn't deserve it,” she moved her hand and turned to the door.

”Good night, Mr. Wells. Your boy will be put back into place before you get back,” she opened the door wide.

Kayson moved toward the exit. ”You know you have set some s.h.i.+t into motion; right?”

”That was my goal. I will be looking for your call in a week.”

”Don't hold your f.u.c.king breath,” he moved past her and out the door.

”One week, Mr. Wells,” she repeated as she closed the door.

On his way to the elevator, Kayson formed a smile on his face. He was considering the j.a.panese deal, but didn't want to risk his men or his money. With Yuri stepping forward, he could use her men and her money. ”Yeah, a'ight...she think this s.h.i.+t is game. Well, we about to play hard as h.e.l.l,” he said as he entered the elevator.

Kayson had Baseem pick him up after he returned from the hotel. He briefed him on the meeting, and then told him to send someone over to look out for Little Spank. Baseem looked forward out his front window as he drove and digested what Kayson said about their boy being laid up in that room while Yuri tried to call herself infiltrating with her p.u.s.s.y.

”Remind me again why we didn't kill that b.i.t.c.h,” Baseem said as he felt heat rising in his gut.

”Because even a man with blood on his hands, lives by a code,” Kayson looked over at Baseem. ”You see...a woman who thinks she can trap a man with p.u.s.s.y is a b.i.t.c.h who knows she can't; but I love to watch them try,” Kayson said, reclining his seat. Yuri had just handed her father's money over to Kayson without threat or coercion.

Chapter 17.

The Turning Point Baseem pulled up in front of Simone's house at exactly 7:30 p.m.; being late was never an option. He had been running hard and tonight it was going to be all about her. He eyed her quiet block then deaded his engine. When he reached for his cell phone to call inside, Goldie had sent him a text message with a picture of her and the baby being silly with a message that read, We miss you, be safe. He closed the message with a big smile on his face. He was briefly distracted from his mission. Baseem though about how soft Goldie felt in his arms and her pretty smile. He also thought about how each day he saw little man, it changed something in his heart. Baseem tucked the feelings back and dialed Simone. Once she picked up and confirmed she would be out in a minute, he clicked off and called Goldie.

”h.e.l.lo,” her voice boomed through the line and he could tell she had a big smile on her face.

”What's good, ma?” Baseem returned the greeting with a smile plastered on his face to match hers.

”Nothing much in here; playing with your little friend and I swore I heard him say, 'Call Baseem',” she spoke in a baby voice.

”You so crazy,” he busted into laughter. ”Y'all straight though?”

”Yes, we are fine; just checking on our special friend,” she said, putting the baby in the playpen.

”As long as y'all okay, I'm good. I'll be by there tomorrow afternoon.”

”Negative. I have to leave town, but I will hit you when I get back,” she pouted in the phone.

”A'ight, be careful.”

”You too,” Goldie hung up just as Simone opened the door to get in the car with Baseem.

”Hey, beautiful,” Baseem switched his mood, greeting Simone as she took a seat.

”Hey Mr. Baseem,” she leaned over and gave him a kiss on the check.

”Oh, so I'm mister now and I get a kiss on the cheek?” he gave her a slight smile.

”Yes, you are mister because you are a bully.”

”Whatever. You ready to get bossed around for the next few hours. I got something special planned for us.”

”Ohhh...I like special treats,” Simone rubbed her hands together. ”One condition, all of our clothes stay on,” she said, raising her eyebrows.

”Yeah, they gonna be on alright. On the floor,” he looked over at her then put his hand on her knee. ”But don't even worry about that. That's for me to worry about. You just keep looking s.e.xy,” he turned his eyes to the front and put the car in gear.

Simone had to close her mouth before she caught something in it. She just shook her head and sat back. She had finally agreed to go out with him on his terms, and now fear and regret had taken over. She tried to calm her nerves as he hugged the corners like the streets owed him money. Simone looked over at his game face and knew besides everything else he had planned, digging deep into her sacred places was going to top off the night.

”I feel you all scared over there,” he looked back in her direction then hit the satellite radio to break up some of the tension in the car. ”Clear your mind. Sitting over there trying to imagine what I'm going to do will only make you tense up and run. And when this n.i.g.g.a smells fear, he tends to get outta control,” he spat some slick s.h.i.+t and kept it moving.

”I am not worried about you,” her mouth said, but Simone's stomach was now in sailor knots, she wanted to jump out at the next light. She could feel the danger of his presence, but was intrigued by the side of him that was sweet and loving; that part that told her he was a good dude. That was the part that calmed her nerves. But at the end of the day, no matter how calm she was, she knew that he was going to eat her a.s.s alive.

Baseem pulled up to the hotel and Simone's face grew into a frown. She knew he was trying to get into her silky thong, but she at least thought that he would let them make the decision together. Baseem jumped out, spoke to a very well-dressed, clean-cut man, then hopped back in the car. He moved quick and silent. When he parked in the alley next to the side door, Simone looked up at the fire escape and then down at the big garbage cans at the end of the alley. He became unnerved.

Baseem stepped out and came to her side of the car. He opened the door and took her hand. Noticing the look on her face he immediately addressed it.

”Relax. I got you, baby,” he a.s.sured as he led her up the metal staircase. He hit the car alarm and tapped on the door. The door came open and he was greeted by a friend who owed him a favor. The gentleman waved them inside and closed the door.

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