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October 23 - October 23, 2025
“Bitch, I don’t give a fuck what they are to me. I said the plan was holier than bagels and bitch that’s what the fuck I mean.
“Why you want to put him down so bad but not that fuck ass baby daddy of yours? He the one that shipped you off, told you what his bitch was on, dropped off a few bands, and said make do. Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but what the fuck Junior do to you?”
“Why can’t daddy come see us? He only calls once a year and that’s on my birthday.” “Don’t ever think yo’ father loves anyone outside of his trifling wife and the bastard they made. He swore he would be here for us but all he did was pay us off with some hush money. Stop asking ‘bout him and that’s final!”
You told me year after year how yo’ whack ass baby daddy left you to fend on yo’ own. Your words verbatim were, he don’t love nobody outside his trifling wife and the bastard they made. Twenty-One can hit anybody in the city and surroundings but yo’ eyes set on the fuckin’ Atkins. You ain’t fooling nobody Adele. If you miss yo’ deadbeat baby daddy, go be with him. The fuck you using me for.”
You only got one chance with me before you were on the chopping block. I didn’t give a shit if you were Sister Mary fuckin’ Clarence, once my view on you changed, you were my enemy, and I disposed of those rather quickly.
“Bentley want us to hit Royce again. He said the product did numbers in Florida. We doing that shit no questions asked,” Hulk voiced. “You the kind of nigga that’ll let another nigga fuck you in the ass. The way you riding his shit right now for some bread is crazy to me. Twenty-One ain’t taking that job so get yo’ man’s up out of here before I do something to him,” I threatened.
“You better not ‘cause I ain’t running with no pussy ass niggas. I’m already eyeing you sideways, don’t fuck around and get comfortable next to yo’ dead ass uncle.”
Shaking that shit off, I refocused giving my attention to the task at hand. She was pulling into a gated community, and I had to say, if this was where she resided, I might’ve had to shoot my shot after this. A code was punched in on the dial pad to her left granting her access to it.
“Pull in the garage, cut the car off, and throw the keys back here,” I demanded. “I can’t,” she said stopping at the garage door. “The fuck you mean you can’t? Park this muthafucka and turn it the fuck off before you be asking Gabriel how the fuck he blow his horn,” I snapped. “I have severe fibromyalgia and right now I’m having an episode, which means my body is in extreme pain. It hurts to lift a finger… and my body is probably about to lock up on me altogether. If you want me in the garage, you’ll have to press the button on the visor and open it for me.” “Boy, it’s just my fuckin’ luck I
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“Fuck you!” “I’m sure you want to, but I’ll pass. OG ain’t gon’ show me no mercy for taking down one of his specials. Now, come on. I ain’t got all day.” I gestured for her to get out the car with my gun.
She lowkey had a nigga mesmerized. My dumbass couldn’t drop my smirk for nothing. I put Tamera away then reached in and unbuckled her seatbelt. She whispered thank you in my ear before I pulled back. I decided to carry her inside. I had shit to do and folk to hit. We were wasting time sitting here carrying on like this.
“You are such a sad case for a fuckin’ man. Take me inside to my bedroom please. I’d rather lay down than sit up… and stop calling me special. I have more needs than others at times, but I’m not special.”
“Stop staring at me like some damn creep. I don’t fuck with the cripple no matter how fine they are,” he said opening his brown eyes to me.
“Who the heck is Tia? You brought a female in my house?” I shouted. The fact that he was bold enough to kidnap me wasn’t enough. He brought a female into my home and that was disrespectful as fuck.
He referred to his gun as Tia. I instantly thought of the twins Tia and Tamera Mowry. Such a cliché, especially if he had another one to match. Men, they loved to name their items after women but couldn’t respect them in the slightest.
“Begging? Nigga, you wish I was begging to make me cum. Whatever fantasy you done cooked up, let it go. It’ll be a cold day in hell before you get any of my cookies,” I sassed.
“You keep calling me Brat? Who the hell is that?” I inquired. I was over the disrespect. “Damn, you don’t know yo’ name? I guess since you the one behind the bullshit you can’t pick it up. You too fuckin’ spoiled and the way you think ordering me around won’t get yo’ head knocked off is crazy. You demanding as fuck and you talk a lot of shit as if taking care of yo' enabled ass is my job. The only reason I ain’t shut you up permanently is because I don’t hit women.”
Oh, and you can stop acting like doing things for me isn’t what you signed up for as well. When you put a gun to my fuckin’ head and told me to come here, you were accepting whatever came after. Welcome to the after-party baby boy. Now, I would like to wash off yesterday’s bullshit if you don’t mind.”
He sat his gun on the sink, and I instantly froze up. “You up in age so maybe you hard of hearing. Let me slow down and speak up so you can understand a nigga. Get… yo’… fuck… ass… in… the… goddamn… shower, Brat!”
All of the moments we’d shared so far since I brought him here came to mind. My mind wondered to how many women had the luxury of seeing him from head to toe without restrictions. A wave of jealousy breezed over me, and I shook the thought off quickly. He wasn’t anything to me but an individual that kidnapped me. Nothing more, nothing less.
I found something else to busy my time with as he finished up showering. Unpleasant thoughts began to flow making me question myself and morals. There was no way I was growing some kind of attraction to this man after he held a gun to my head.
“You a slick muthafucka ain’t you?” I questioned. “Been slick nigga. Your lady the only one to ever catch me. You don’t know what to do with her, Black. Let me take her home with me and show her how real niggas provide. I’ll make it an even mill,” he bargained.
“An even mill with you added to the tab. Now, forgive an inexperienced muthafucka but damn, am I tripping? I thought you was worth more than that,” I taunted. She laughed, and I smirked from how cute it was. It was the first time I was genuinely hearing it. “My net worth is twenty-eight mill. Two hundred, fifty grand is what I spend on yearly cleaners for me and my parents’ home. Please, Black.”
“Don’t. That ain’t for us and you know it.” I heard her speaking, but I was too mesmerized for that shit to register. Cuffing her waist, I brought her into me, and she instantly stopped me from kissing her by blocking me with her hand. “I said don’t… then again, a thief will steal anything. I guess it’s all in the way a nigga was raised, huh?” What the fuck?
Dammit Che-Che. That’s your way out. It’s clear that he wants you. Put that Nyquil on that nigga and use your OnStar in the car to get him the hell out of here!
You want to be icy so bad but you’re just a fuckin’ teddy bear. Why are you caring about me Black? I’m not your woman.
His eyes were finally doing something other than silently threatening me. I smirked knowing I was about to show out. He thought he wanted a bitch yesterday; I was about to make this nigga beg for it.
“I have no clue on what you’re talking about. I was just feeding you since you seem like you’re incapable of doing it yourself.” “I’m capable of catching a fuckin’ nut by myself too and here you are offering yo’ fuck ass assistance.” “I haven’t offered you anything, Black. I’m just—” “Putting all this shit on display for me to look at, fantasize about, began to crave, then devour, right? Or am I tripping? Tell me you ain’t trying to set a nigga up right now.”
“What’s your favorite number, Black?” “How many times can you cum?” he asked boldly. “As many times as you need me to,” I answered. “My favorite color is brown by the way.” “You got ‘bout thirty seconds to get the fuck off my lap before you find yo’ guts rearranged,” he warned me. For some reason, his words caused a tingle to surge and curiosity to spark. I was more than interested in seeing if that was possible.
“Rub one out.” “Now, why would I do that when you can eat it out of me?” I challenged. Smirking, he sat up in his chair, wrapped his arms around my thighs, and dove in. My head fell back the second his warm tongue glazed over my folds. I quivered under this niggas flesh wanting to ride his face for stability.
“Yo’ spoiled ass taste good as fuck.” Speaking against my lips was cruel. It sent a slight vibration through them causing a chill to occur.
“Make me cum, Black.” I wanted nothing more from him. “The fuck you think I’m ‘bout to do. Rushing me and shit like I don’t know what this pussy wants,” he said slipping two fingers inside of my canal.
Everything about this nigga had me in a trance. From the way he looked at me to the way he ate my pussy off the bone, I knew there was a high chance of us switching places and me being out for the count.
“Answer me when I talk to you Brat. A nigga asked if you was good?” It was hard to answer when my body was damn near craving more of him. The physical contact was more than what I prepared myself for. I went to nod again when the back of my neck was gripped and squeezed tightly. “You a big girl. Open yo’ mouth, or do I need to help you with that, too?”
“This muthafucka talking to a nigga Mama. Why she coating my dick like she know me? Why she gripping a nigga like she don’t want me to leave her, huh? Make me love you? I got time today.”
“Didn’t I just tell yo’ pretty pussy ass I know what I’m doing? You ain’t warn a nigga ‘bout this waterpark though. This what a nigga love.”
With a foot on the bed, he was thrusting inside of me like I was the one holding him hostage. All of him touched my cervix repeatedly. The bed sheets were gripped tightly as he long stroked my juice box. He was in that shit so good I felt trails of my fluids seeping down my legs. If only he recorded the moment…
Girl, snap the fuck out of it. You don’t know him. Then again, who the fuck cares when he’s making you cum so much. YOLO bitch! “I don’t give a fuck where you put it, just don’t stop fuckin’ me,” I moaned.
“I wrote it in cursive. This shit is mine, Brat,” he claimed with his warm sperm crashing into my waves.
“I’m not. You threw that good shit at me knowing what the fuck it was hitting fo. What? You need help moving or something?” Actually, I do, but getting back on the dick you just handed out would put me out of commission and not the other way around.
“Aight, damn!” I yelled back. The covers were snatched off my body leaving all of me on display like I was ready to be used as someone’s muse. They got you cornered, Black.
“He doesn’t own anything here.” I looked toward the voice that called my name for hours. I wasn’t supposed to feel it, but I did. The betrayal was hitting a nigga like we were really locked in. “But he can get a pair of my clothes,” she offered.
Dropping my smile was hard to do. I was tickled at the situation at hand. I put her first and stayed to make sure she was straight. That was one of the biggest mistakes I ever made in life, but it wasn’t regretted. I enjoyed some damn good pussy for hours on end and with mouth that swallowed dick like the last supper. I hated we were parting ways, but it was what it was.
“I-I have to make sure I have enough gas to get to the vet first. I’m a lil’ low.” That was fifty grand in less than three fuckin’ days spent. “Adele, you better get a vet, and you better get one quick,” I threatened hanging up the phone. That lady was gon’ work every last nerve of mine with the bullshit she did.
The reporter on the news had a picture of Black next to her on the screen. Instead of Black being written under his picture, the name Genesis Atkins was there and so was his age. Twenty-three? The nigga is twenty-three? Jesus, Cheyonne you got your world rocked by a YN.
“The hell you fuck him for?” Royce was repeatedly asking the question I didn’t want to answer. So, this is what you meant when you said I was leaving something out. I guess no stone goes unturned around you, huh?
“Take the test, Cheyonne. We’ll wait,” Royce demanded. “Excuse me? You’re really entitled, and my business is not yours. How many more times do I have to say that?” I
He kissed the back of his teeth and exhaled deeply letting me know that he too was annoyed. “I’m really trying to keep my cool and practice these breathing techniques, so I don’t end up back in jail, but you and yo’ fuck ass homegirl got one more time to talk to me crazy and I’m gon’ start making funeral arrangements. Go take the fuckin’ test, so I’ll know whether or not to add Atkins to your tombstone,” he threatened.
“Take the fuckin’ test, and we’ll gladly leave,” Royce wasn’t letting up. “She ain’t got to do a bitch ass thing. This her shit and her business. I’m getting real irritated with you and yo’ bitch,” Nesh spewed.
“Toneshia, is it? I’m sure you love Cheyonne dearly. I can see she’s of importance to you, but this man right here, he’s my life so if you value yours, I’d point that gun to someone other than him from now on. Oh, and watch your mouth. I have a few months left to carry. Don’t fuck around and get added to my plans. I’ll spank that ass before feeding my family for dinner. Watch it,”
