TYCE 5 (5 page)

Roman looked out the window again and I took that opportunity to retrieve my gun, however before I could pull it out his head whipped back toward me. He covered the few feet that separated us in no time and seized my wrist. He ripped my purse from me and threw me on the ground. From my floor seat, I saw him pull out my nine millimeter and point my own gun at me menacingly. He held my piece in his left hand.

“Bitch you
tryna shoot me?! Can’t no bitch like you kill a real ass nigga!” He flexed his chest muscles.

I chuckled sadistically at him. “A real ass nigga? Is that why you’re hiding behind closed curtains? You all scared and shit
‘cuz you know
my
real ass nigga is lookin’ for yo ass. He got you stuck in the crib like you on house arrest. I don’t see no ankle bracelet around your ashy ass calf.” I looked at his black corduroy house shoes and white socks.

“Fuck you and that nigga! I
ain’t hiding from no muthafuckin’ body!” He kept my gun, but threw my purse down on the floor next to me.

I continued taunting him. My aim was
to make him confess to the shooting so I could tell Tyce for sure it was him. I started to put my plan into action.

“You ever wonder
ed why I never gave you no pussy? Huh? You ever asked yourself why I won’t even let you sniff it? It’s because I like real men. Real men with cucumber sized dicks, not carrots.”

That dick comment really made him mad. I could see his buttery eyes turn red with fury. Khalil told me a long time ago that Roman had a crush on me, and now I was using that inside information against him.

I licked my lips slow and deliberate and opened my legs slightly. “This pussy belongs to Tyce. The hardest nigga in L.A. I saw him get shot five times last month and shake it off like nothin’. That’s why I fuck with him…and not you.”

Roman’s wide nostrils flared as he
stared at my crotch lustfully.

“He got shot two times,” h
e corrected me.

“How the fuck you know? You’ve been in
the house all summer.” I waved my hand nonchalantly.

“I know
‘cuz I’m the one who shot that pussy ass nigga. So you can stop tellin’ stories like the muthafucka is Super Man or some shit. That nigga caught two hot ones to the back and dropped like a stone.” Roman stood over me. “I saw you shooting at me screaming your lil’ head off. Lucky for me you can’t shoot straight, or I might not be here.”

I smiled on the inside as my plan
came to fruition. It never failed, as soon as you insult a niggas manhood, he tries to defend it by being more mannish.

“I don’t believe you,
” I lied.

“Oh
, you can believe that shit. And there’s somethin’ else I want you to know too.”

Roman pulled down his extra-large grey sweats around his furry thighs and held his dick in his rough right hand.

“I don’t have a carrot sized dick. I gotta big black ass cucumber bitch.”

Roman started to stroke himself to life as he kept my gun pointed at me.

“Don’t you move, or I’ll shoot you five times.” He snorted at his own humor.

I was forced to lay there and watch him stroke his dick over and over again. He pointed the gun at my chest and licked his crackly lips.

“Lift your shirt up so I can see them titties.”

“Fuck you!” I spat back.

Roman fired a bullet in the wood floor board near my left knee cap.

“Do it!” He barked.

I swallowed hard and reluctantly lifted up my shirt and bra up to my collar bone exposing my C-cups to his nasty eyes.

“Yeah. I like that. I’ve been
waitin’ three years to see them titties,” he said slowly.

His tight fist began to jerk faster around his stiff tool. He panted as he jacked himself off right in front of me.

“Show me that pussy.” He gritted his teeth.

When he saw my hesitation he aimed the gun at my head and put his finger on the trigger. He started counting backwards from 10. I knew I better have my stretch pants down, and my pussy out before he reached the number one or else he would shoot me. I was boiling on the inside. I looked up at this revolting beast and wanted so bad to cut his dick off with a rusty razor and make him eat it. However, saving the battle for another day…I did what I was ordered to do. I hiked my ass up off the wood and slid my pants down to my upper thighs. My clean and freshly waxed flower was
out in the open for him to see and I hated every second of it!

“
Mmmm look at that pretty brown pussy. You make my dick so hard.” He started rocking back and forth. “Watch me nut! Watch me nut! Look at it!” He jerked his hand back and forth rapidly. “Don’t you fuckin’ move,” he huffed.

Roman masturbated at a furious pace. He abused his cock like he was mad at it, all the while keeping the gun trained on me. He let out a deep grunt, and a short stream of thick white semen came spewing out of the tip of his thick dick. My abdomen was sprinkled with his gross bodily fluids. I could feel his discharge oozing down my ribcage. I closed my eyes tight
ly and barred my teeth.

“You fuckin’ bastard!” I yelled.

“Shut the fuck up! You lucky you’re Khalil’s cousin, ‘cuz if you wasn’t I woulda raped your stank ass. Now run and tell Super Man that bitch! Get the fuck out. Oh, and in case you didn’t know…Khalil ain’t here.”

Peck was sitting at a table for two at his favorite sea food restaurant. Across from him sat Sabrina. She looked scrumptious with her jazzy short hair style and soft make up. She wore a tight dress with a plunging neck line that demanded attention. It took all his concentration not to stare at her delectable cleavage like a hungry wolf.

Sabrina sat the menu on the glass table top. “So, I know you said you were single now
, but I don’t know what happened with your ex-girlfriend. When I tried to kick it to you at my house after the robbery you declined my advances.” She placed her chin in the palm of her hand. “So fill me in.”

Peck took a sip of his water to wet his throat before he brought her up to speed.

“Well, when we were on our vacation in Puerto Rico, I found out that she was married.”

“Damn.” Sabrina’s mouth opened. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t get mad or anything. I was more disappointed. I was really diggin’ her. She said she was feelin’ me too and she wanted to divorce her husband and be with me. She told me he was in jail, but he would be getting out in a few weeks. I could tell the way she talked about him that she still had feelings for him. I can’t fall in on somethin’ that isn’t finished. I want a woman that is truly single…not married.”

Sabrina was impressed by his maturity. “I feel
you. Why settle? I mean we all have baggage, but a husband or a wife is a whole ‘nother ball game. How old are you?”

Peck smiled and rubbed the soft hairs on his chin. Something about Sabrina made him somewhat shy and nervous.

“I’m legal.” He said flirtatiously. “Let’s jus’ say I’m old enough to recognize a real woman when I see one. I know I’m a lil’ younger than you, but I think I can hang.”

Sabrina leaned back in her chair and looked at him seductively. There was something about Peck that intrigued her. On top of that he was very sexy to her and not many men could catch her attention like he did.

“Kiss me.” She stared at him from across the table unflinchingly.

Peck’s eyes lit up. “Excuse me?”

“Stand up, come over here, bend over, and kiss me.” Sabrina bit her bottom lip.

Peck was caught off guard. He took a quick glance around the restaurant to see if anybody was paying them any mind. A few patrons met his gaze, and then he turned his attention back to his sexy date who was waiting for him to make his move. He silently told himself fuck it and got up from his seat. He took two steps toward her, but, instead of coming in from the front, he positioned himself behind her and gently tilted her head back. Sabrina looked up into his handsome
, young face as he lowered his chin until his soft lips pressed against hers. At first he didn’t move his lips, but then he opened them slightly and sucked her bottom lip tenderly. She could smell the sweet cologne on his neck. The masculine aroma was just enough to arouse her senses. Her eyes closed as the kiss got deeper. She offered her slippery tongue to him and he took it in his teeth and then sucked it softly sending mild shivers down her spine. The passionate upside down display of affection lasted a few seconds longer before he pulled up smoothly and smile down at her.

“Is there anything else I can do for you Ms.
Alverez?”

Sabrina licked her lips to taste him once again. “You better sit your ass down before I have you under this table.”

Peck laughed out loud as the whole restaurant looked at the attractive couple. Some women looked envious and shot him looks of approval, which made their boring dates uncomfortable. Once he returned to his seat, Sabrina started clapping her hands quietly.

“I
jus’ wanted to see if you kissed as good as you look.”

“And? What did you think?” Peck put his elbows on the table. “Fill me in.”

Sabrina winked at him. “I think I like you even more now.”

I sat on my couch as I watched Dallas pace back and forth in my living room like a caged tiger. Over the past hour I listened to her tell the graphically disgusting story about how coward
ass Roman violated her. She was beyond mad. What she felt was embarrassed, shocked, revolted, and disrespected.

The Patron she was drinki
ng wasn’t acting as a depressant. It was only adding fuel to the fire and raising her aggression. She downed her fifth shot and kicked her heels off across the wide room. Her thousand dollar shoes tumbled across the thick carpet. The explicitly detailed story she told included the fact that Roman confessed to shooting me in the back. I suspected that it was him, so the news wasn’t really a surprise to me. There was no need to get all pissed off at Roman. The truth was I was furious seven weeks ago. I stayed mad. However, now I had even more reason to fuck Roman up! Nobody treated my woman like that…period! At first, I was just going to end that niggas life, but now I was on some torture type shit.

I patted the seat next to me. “Have a seat baby.”

“I don’t wanna have a seat! I wanna go over to that house and chop that niggas dick off!” She pointed a stiff finger at the floor.

“I know you’re pissed. And don’t think
‘cuz I ain’t stomping around here like a gorilla, that I ain’t jus’ as angry as you. As soon as you told me what happened, I went over there to snatch his ass up, but he left before I could get there. Don’t worry, I already set his ass up. It’s only a matter of time before I find him. And when I do, I’ll make sure he suffers for what he did to you. Now come here and sit next to me.” I moved the oversized pillow to make room.

Dallas rolled her eyes and let out a forced sigh before she stomped toward the couch and plopped down.

I put her small head on my chest. “I know you feel violated and I promise I’ll defend your honor. Before he dies, that nigga will regret shooting me and most importantly disrespecting my woman.” I rubbed her back up and down. “I know what you were trying to do, and I appreciate it. But you should have let me handle it. You could’ve been killed today. I know you can take care of yourself, but on this new me and shit we got goin’ on, I’m gonna need you to let me take care of you. You gotta listen sometimes. What’s the point of having a man if you’re out there doin’ man shit?”

Dallas took a deep breath as she digested my words. I could tell she was still upset
, but she was beginning to calm down.

“I understand what you’re
sayin’. Sometimes I jus’ go off impulse and emotions and that’s not always the right route to take. I’m still learning how to let a man take the lead. What can I say? I’m a work in progress.” She touched my stomach.

I angled her chin toward my face and kissed the perfectly placed mo
le located on the right above her top lip. She exhaled through her nose and returned my kiss with her own passionate rendition. After the brief foreplay, she looked into my eyes.

“I’ll stay out of it,
but I want that nigga dead by the end of the week.” She poked my chin lightly.

“No problem.” I winked at her assuredly.

I had to talk to somebody about that shit. I felt like I wanted to bust out in tears and punch a fucking wall at the same time. My emotions were all over the place. So, I decided to invite Ranae over for a vent session.

I found her flipping through the channels on my 60 inch flat screen with her cell phone on her lap. She pressed the power button on the remote when I walked into the front room.

“So what did it say?” Her eyebrows lifted with curiosity.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m fuckin’ pregnant.”

I could see the sympathy in her eyes as she looked up at me. She knew that was bad news for me. I was not happy about this situation and she understood why.