Gangsta Bitch (25 page)

“Yo, I ain’t in the mood for this shit, Mena. Take yo ass back in the house.”

“I don’t give a damn what you’re in the mood for, Trick. It’s almost ten o’clock in the morning and you’re just getting home!”

Trick looked on as one of his white neighbors pulled out of his garage. He waited for the nosey grey haired attorney to drive off before he gave Mena the look of death. “Mena, you better get the fuck outta my face, yamean? Like don’t be tryna cause no fuckin’ scene in front of my crib. That’s all I need is for one of these white mufuckas to call the cops.”

“If you stop coming home at disrespectful hours I wouldn’t have to act like this.” When Trick bent down to wipe a small speck of dirt off the driver’s side door, Mena placed her hands on her curvaceous hips and gave him a stern look. “All you care about is this fucking car. Why do you even want me around if you don’t give a shit about me?”

Instead of caving into Mena’s latest nagging fest, Trick decided to ignore her. Thinking the silent treatment would work, he turned around and made his way into the house. Not one for giving up, Mena followed him like a trained puppy into their two story family room, never missing a beat.

“So, are you gonna tell me why the fuck I’m even here if you don’t care about me?” she continued. “I’m so tired of this!”

“Leave then,” Trick replied in a nonchalant tone.

Mena’s eyes bulged. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me…leave then. All you do is fuckin’ nag me, Mena. After all the shit I been through over the last twelve hours, a nigga don’t wanna have to come home to this.”

Mena finally calmed down. “I’m sorry. I just…”

“You just what? You just run your fuckin’ mouth too much. You have no idea the shit I go through when I’m out in these streets, yamean? Me and my niggas were out there tryna outrun some fuckin’ cops who weren’t even chasin’ us and shit. Then I gotta come home to your ass tryna blast me outside in front of the whole neighborhood. Fuck that. It’s plenty of other bitches willin’ to take your place, so if you wanna leave…bounce.”

Even though Trick talked a good game, he really didn’t want Mena to leave. She was street smart and good for the business. Plus, she knew too much about his operation. Fighting with Mena every night over stupid shit was starting to take it’s toll on him. Trick sat down in his favorite spot on the couch, which had a slight dent from his massive size. At 6’3, two hundred and eighty three pounds, and a tatted up frame, he constantly reminded everyone of the rapper, Rick Ross.

“You know…I shoulda left you a long time ago when you did that bullshit.” Mena’s entire mood changed. With water welled up in her eyes, she spoke from the heart, “I mean…anybody else with some sense would’ve left you Trick! But I stayed! In spite of it all!”

“C’mon Mena, don’t go there with that shit again. Yamean? Like, we’ll neva agree on how it all went down.”

Mena went off! “We, my ass! You did it Trick, and you know it. You fucking did it!” she repeated between sobs. “And I’ll never forgive you. She paced the floor and let the tears flow. “I got all this shit bottled up inside me still trying to keep this secret from everyone else. And I’m sick of people asking me about it. I’m tired of lying, Trick!”

“I really don’t give a fuck what people think, yamean? Like, let’s tell the whole story and let your family decide what really happened that night.”

“Fuck you, Trick!” Mena shouted to the top of her lungs.

“Let’s do it, bitch! Keep talkin’ shit.”

For some reason when Trick talked to Mena that way it turned her on. She was definitely attracted to men who took control, and dismissed anyone who appeared to be weak. Quickly switching up from bitch mode, Mena walked over to Trick and sat down on his lap. Even though she was still emotional about all that had been said, Mena managed to push all those feelings aside for the moment. She dried her tears with the back of her hand, and let a slight smile slip from her moist lips. In reality, no matter how mad she was at him she couldn’t leave…not yet anyway.

Moving in directly on
his spot
, Mena circled his diamond encrusted ear with her tongue. She knew the minute he realized she didn’t have any panties on, her recent actions would soon be forgiven.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she whispered in a seductive tone. “You know everytime I think about that horrible night, I get crazy.”

“Yeah. I’m tryna understand you. You just need time to heal, I guess.”

It wasn’t long before Trick’s tense body began to relax. No matter how mad he was, he could never deny her sex. If it wasn’t for her Beyonce like hips, C-cup breasts, small waist and bomb-ass dick sucking techniques, she would’ve been gone a long time ago.

“Like you gotta stop that naggin’ shit for real.”

Mena nodded her head then kissed Trick’s full lips. “I know.”

Trick pulled his trademark black t-shirt off, then rubbed his hand through Mena’s wavy twenty-two inch weave. Instantly, Mena attacked his chest with her hands. He was far from being chiseled, but it always made him feel sexy when she outlined his battle tattoos with her finger. Reaching for his pants, Mena started rubbing on his dick, which started to rise at the thought of her next move. Trick craved her deep throat action, and compared to any other broad she was second to none.

“Oh, so you’re not mad at me anymore?” Mena asked with a slight smile.

Before he could respond, she quickly got on her knees, unzipped his Blac Label jeans then pulled out Trick’s growing dick. It wasn’t long before she began to suck it like it was her favorite lollipop. Trick’s eyes rolled to the back of his head while Mena did her best impersonation of Superhead. Once his dick reached it’s full erection, Mena stopped.

“Stand up,” she ordered.

Happy to oblige, Trick stood to his feet and watched as Mena attempted to grab his wide ass with both of her hands so that he could fuck her face and show off her deep throat skills. Mena’s gag-reflexes were sick, which allowed her to take in all ten inches with no problem. Feeling like he was about to bust, Trick backed up before pulling Mena to her feet. With his size, man handling her 5’8 frame was easy.

“Assume the fuckin’ position,” he said, stroking his dick.

Knowing exactly what that meant, Mena walked over to the dining room table, lifted up her t-shirt then spread her legs for easy access. Doggy style was both of their favorite positions, especially Mena who loved being able to feel every inch of Trick’s meat going deep inside her. Not to mention, he was able to reach her spot much easier.

“Yes, baby fuck this pussy,” Mena moaned as Trick began to stroke her with a steady rhythm. “Oh, Daddy, I love this dick.”

With his ego being stroked, Trick began to dive even deeper into her walls. He really wanted to punish her for all the stress she’d been putting him through lately. However, the harder he pumped, the more he saw her ass bounce up and down, which made him even hornier. Nobody’s ass could clap the way Mena’s did.

“Oh, shit I’m about to cum,” Trick squirmed.

Never missing a chance herself to put it down, Mena hopped up and turned around so she could lick and suck up all her man’s juices. Unleashing all of his frustration and energy, Trick blasted every drop that his cannon could produce into Mena’s throat. The feeling was unexplainable as she used her jaws to try and pull out even more.

Damn…it’s too bad this bitch is always stressing me. She really would be a good broad to keep around
, Trick thought right before he made his way to the bedroom and passed out.

Money Maker…In Stores Now

My eyes opened wide to the sight of the white ceiling. The bright lights caused a temporary fog as I tried to shake away the numbing pain that exploded in my brain.

“Well, it looks like my patient is awake,” the voice said from the other side of the room. I tried to turn my head towards it but I had no strength left in my body.

“What do you mean patient? Where am I?” I couldn’t remember much of anything before this moment. I tried my hardest to figure out how she had gotten me in this position.

“You’re my patient. And in very good hands.” She walked towards me with a long needle in her hand and a sinister smile on her face. I panicked!

“I swear, if you don’t let me up from here.”

“If I don’t let you up, then what?”

“Then, I’ll…”

“You won’t be doing a damn thing, sweetie. I’m running this show.” She laughed at my futile attempt to untie myself.

“This shit isn’t funny.” I continued to tug at the burlap ropes that had my arms confined to the bottom of the heating pipes.

“This isn’t supposed to be funny. Well, maybe it is for me, but I’m sure you won’t find any humor in this at all.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because bitches like you deserve to lose every now and then. Now, open those legs up wide so I can take what belongs to me.”

My heart rate accelerated as the liquid in the needle shot through my arm. I wanted to fight but whatever she pumped my veins with had rendered me paralyzed. “Please, stop! I don’t have anything of yours. I swear it’s not what you think. Please, just let me explain.” Tears flew from the corners of my eyes as she continued to laugh at me. I had to admit, I had done some pretty foul things in my life but I couldn’t think of any that would make someone want to do me in like this.

“I’m over wanting to hear an explanation from you. At the end of the day, you did what you did and now you must pay.” Her voice took on a stern mother’s tone.

“Don’t do this, please. I’m begging you! I’ll do whatever you want, just let me go.” My pleas fell on deaf ears as she started to hum a nursery song. One I’d never heard…it seemed more sadistic than anything.

“For reasons unknown to me, you keep landing on top,” she spat. “So, it’s only natural that I take matters into my own hands,” she whispered in my ear as I began to lose consciousness. “That’s right, Tracey, take a deep breath. You never deserved to carry this precious gift, not someone as trifling as you.”

Quickly, she started the tedious process of taking what she thought should’ve been hers in the first place. All I could do was cry and hope like hell that someone would save me. As the cramps rapidly shot through my stomach, I realized that she had come to take my baby.

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