Symone is a 22 year old girl living in Harlem, New York. Her life changes when she meets a brownskinned guy with braids at her job who is apart of a mafia.
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My anxiety was out the roof when I pulled up to the hospital for Nast. Another one of my brothers got shot and I couldn't help but to think it was my fault knowing who was behind it all: Ace bitch ass. I looked at my phone to check the time and it said 10:03PM.
I was shaking on the way to the front desk but managed to keep my cool when asking to see him. "Hey, I'm here to see Tariq Devega," I stated eagerly. She noticed the pain in my voice and quickly searched him in the system and 30 seconds later she said, "Room 521."
I thanked her and took the elevator up doing breathing exercises to calm myself down. By the time the elevator doors opened I felt better, but I wouldn't say I felt okay yet--not until I saw my brother was good.
When I opened the door I was greeted with the sight of Bari, Twelvy, and Ferg. We did our A$AP handshake and I looked at the bed. Nast was sleeping peacefully which made me feel better. His tough ass looked happy, nigga probably dreaming about the welcome back pussy he gone get when he get out. "Doctor said Nast lost a lot of blood but he should be straight," Ferg said.
"Where they shoot him?" I began to interrogate.
"In his thigh. He was outside of the corner store on 3rd Street and it look like them niggas did a drive-by. He called us and we rushed over and brought him here." Twelvy continued. "We gotta get back at them niggas ASAP... Pun intended." That shit was corny but Ferg, Bari, and I couldn't help but to laugh.
"Facts, though. Tomorrow night we pulling up on they ass deep," Ferg stated.
I asked, "Which one of them was it?"
"I don't know for sure but I'm pretty sure it was Rico," Bari spoke up. "That's they main shooter."
"Yo, bet. Say no more. We finna make them pay, period." I was excited, honestly. I haven't tortured niggas in a while. Me and my bros talked for about an hour until we heard a familiar voice say, "What y'all ugly niggas still doing here?" I didn't even have to look back. I knew it was Nast. I spoke first saying, "Shut up, T-body having ass nigga." I strolled over to him and lightly dapped him up.
"How you feeling?"
"I'm straight, but I'm weak. Y'all got any info on Ace 'n all dem?"
"Yeah, it was probably Rico that shot at you. We getting back at them tomorrow."
"Oh shit. I think it was him, too."
"Why, what happened?" I said, curious.
"I fucked that nigga bitch, bro. She was bad as fuck, too. So I don't regret none of them pleasurable 20 minutes."
We hysterically laughed in unison for a whole minute straight.
"Damn, so he mad about a bitch?" I was disappointed in Rico. He was always the type to get mad over females when there was plenty others literally begging for dick in Harlem. I didn't really care about all that, though. All I saw was that he tried to fuck with us.
We planned out the process of paying Ace and his gang a visit tomorrow and by 12AM we were all out leaving Nast to sleep. I told him I would visit him tomorrow.
When I got in my car I remembered what Janaiya texted me earlier, "fuck that I miss you." I hope Symone didn't get the idea I was with Janaiya when she saw that. I never texted her back to I decided to. It was a late reply but I knew she kept her phone close, especially at these hours. I simply said "omw" and she responded no more that 2 minutes later saying, "you late but ok ig." She acted like this over text all the time but fucked me like I treated her well, so I wasn't tripping. She was thick and an 8 on the scale so I called her whenever I needed it. Nothing more, nothing less.
Janaiya-
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I made my way to her spot and 12 minutes later I was pulling up to her little condo. It was nice, but she was a bum ass female. She did nothing but shop and fuck on niggas she found attractive and her dad provided everything for her. I texted her saying, "I'm outside," and took the elevator up to level 4. When I got to her door she opened the door in lingerie. No lie, I wasn't complaining. She looked good and knew what I was here for.
"Hey Rocky." She greeted me and lead me inside.
"Wassu-" I couldn't even finish before she crashed her lips into mine, kissing me hungrily. I picked her up and walked to the couch I knew too well. This couch... Where my kids once landed, where we performed intense threesomes...
Before I knew it, Rocky Jr. was excited and my shirt and jeans were off. Janaiya pulled it out and had fun with it to say the least. Right when I was about to nut her doorbell rang and I knew to go to her bedroom. Three minutes later she came back with her sleepy 2-year-old nephew. "Sorry," she started. "My sister is going out and she needed me to watch him for tonight."
"Oh... You good." I appreciated how smart I was for slipping my clothes on while she was getting him, otherwise it would've been extremely awkward. Soon the little boy was asleep and Janaiya took him to lay on the couch until we were done. I know that was kind of wrong, but I had to finish. When she came back she immediately started kissing on me again and soon I was hitting her from the back. She was loud so I had to cover her mouth before she woke the kid up.
When we were done, I left quickly to avoid having to talk to her. I knew she had feelings for me and she was cute and all, but I couldn't date no hoe. I just couldn't.
