Part 23 (2/2)

”Yes, I promise baby. Put it back in,” she pleaded, biting into his neck.

Kayson pushed all the way in hitting the bottom, and then he bounced off her walls using her cries of pleasure to guide his push.

”Feel good, baby?” he asked, pinning her legs down while stroking her deep.

”Oh, my G.o.d, you in my spot, baby,” KoKo threw the p.u.s.s.y at him causing the slid to be hot and sticky.

When Kayson heard her breathing change and felt her p.u.s.s.y lock around him, he pulled out.

”Baby what you doin'? I'm about to c.u.m,” she cried out, panting and gripping his back.

”You like disobeying me. You can't do what I ask you to do. So, I can't do what you ask me to do,” he peered down into her eyes. ”Your p.u.s.s.y feels good as h.e.l.l; hot, wet, and tight to my fit. I wanna f.u.c.k you till you can't see straight. But never forget I taught this p.u.s.s.y to do what it do; so, you can't f.u.c.k me,” he hardened his gaze with an intense crease in his brow. ”And since you like doing things on your own...” his eyes roamed down her breast toward her heaving stomach. ”...start with doing the rest of this on your own,” he rose up on his knees, stroking his thickness in his hand. Kayson winked as he eased off the bed and stood to his feet. ”I'm about to leave town; I'll catch up with you in a couple of days,” he paused. ”Remember, regardless to how much praise you get on these streets, I'm the Boss up in this m.u.t.h.af.u.c.ka. You better get right,” he turned toward the bathroom.

KoKo sat up and crossed her arms on her chest. ”This n.i.g.g.a is crazy. He got me f.u.c.ked up,” she got off the bed and followed him into the bathroom. ”Is this how we doin' this s.h.i.+t?”

Kayson turned toward her staring into her eyes as he ran the soapy cloth over the length of his d.i.c.k. KoKo put her hands to the side and tilted her head waiting for an answer. Kayson rinsed his skin, and then turned off the water.

”The conversation was over when I left the room. Go get yourself some rest,” he moved his naked body past her, heading to the closet to get dressed.

KoKo stood in place, ready to go in; but she knew the fire was already hot. She dared not make Kayson explode. It panged her heart that she had caused doubt to creep into her husband's mind. She stood there hating that now there was a tear in their trust.

”If you need me, call the emergency phone. Other than that, start cleaning yo s.h.i.+t up,” he moved out with a black back pack on his shoulder.

The Boss had had his say, but Miss KoKo was infamous about disobeying. But with the s.h.i.+t he just pulled, the thought of getting even pushed logic to the back of her mind. And she knew just how to do it.

”s.h.i.+t!” Magic yelled out throwing his mug against the wall. ”How the f.u.c.k does this n.i.g.g.a have both connects in his pocket?” Magic asked Leger as he tried to calm himself down.

”I have been tapping all my sources and n.o.body won't deliver without Kayson's permission.” Ledger reported.

”This s.h.i.+t is crazy. First this n.i.g.g.a gonna push our a.s.s in a f.u.c.kin' corner, then he gonna tie a knot in production. I gotta do something about this s.h.i.+t, he f.u.c.kin' with my money,” he said as he sat hard in his chair.

Ledger ran off a few more facts about the crew and they went back and forth about how to slow Kayson and his team down.

Breonni tipped away from the door and down the hall back to Magic's bedroom and closed the door. She hurried to her cell phone, ran into the bathroom locked the door and cut on the shower. She crouched in a corner and called KoKo.

”h.e.l.lo.”

”Hey, it's confirmed they have been cut off,” Breonni stated lowly.

”Are you sure?”

”More than sure, and the Boss needs to watch out they are plotting some s.h.i.+t. I will fill you in when I see you.”

”Okay, get up outta there. Call me when you leave his house,”

”Got you.” she hung up adjusted her call log and jumped in the shower. She needed to get away from there as soon as possible.

Chapter 27.

Breaking the Boundaries Baseem's mind raced on his way to Goldie's apartment. Again she had been out of touch and he needed to check on her and the baby. He had called several times and when his calls kept going to the voicemail, he jumped in his car and headed to her house. When he pulled up and saw her car had not moved he became uneasy. Baseem pulled out his heat that was tucked in his waistband then exited the vehicle. As he moved to the front door of her apartment building, he was praying hard to the G.o.ds for everything to be okay.

”Good evening, Mr. B,” the night receptionist said from his desk.

”Good evening, Brian. Has Miss Brooks been out of her apartment today?”

”Ah no, sir,” he thumbed the log pages. ”In fact, she has not been out in two days, sir,” his slight British accent returned the information.

”Let me have the spare key,” he put his hand out, not waiting for a response.

Brian saw the silver tip of his gun and the slight fear in Baseem's eyes and knew he was not trying to hear about policy and formalities. He reached over into the drawer and handed Baseem the key.

”Thank you. If I don't call down here in ten minutes, you know what to do,” Baseem said as she continued to the elevator.

When he exited, he drew his weapon and moved stealth down the opposite wall; carefully training his ear toward her apartment. Baseem took a breath, slowly turned the lock, and eased the door open an inch at a time.

His eyes darted through the crack for any figures or moment. It was pitch black and the only sound was the one from the living room television. He eased a little further until his body was completely inside, then he closed the door gently.

Moving from one room to another, he kept his gun drawn for any surprises. When Baseem got to the baby's room, his heart sank when he didn't see him in his crib. He looked down the hall at Goldie's door and his chest got tight. I can't do this, the voice rang loud in his head as he moved toward her bedroom. Baseem's breathing quickened as he turned the k.n.o.b.

Once the door was open, his eyes did flips around the room trying to identify every inch. The bed was tattered and there were cups and tissue and trash throughout the room. He tipped to the bathroom and when he saw Goldie's body spread out on the floor his legs got weak.

”Oh s.h.i.+t, Goldie,” he moved to her side and shook her shoulder.

Goldie's eyes fluttered open and a look of relief brought a slight amount of color to her face.

”What happened, ma?” he asked, looking over her body for wounds or injuries.

”I'm f.u.c.ked up,” she slurred.

”Where is the baby? How long have you been laying here?” he asked, pulling out his cell. ”h.e.l.lo, yeah...she's here, I'm straight. I will call back down there in a minute,” he said to Brian and then disconnected the call.

Baseem turned her over on her back and looked her over again. ”What's wrong?”

”I'm sick I couldn't move,” she said, putting her head back and closing her eyes.

”Where is the baby?' Baseem repeated.

”With Mariam.”

”Why you ain't answer the phone?” he asked, feeling her forehead.

”It died, I can't find my charger.”

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