They also went out dancing at a nightclub. He had two left feet, but he still tried. Luca loved the way he held her on the dance floor when a slow jam came on. He gripped her like he didn’t want to ever let her go. Kevin was mild-mannered, always smiling, always positive, and a great person to be around.

  Then one night they made strong passionate love at his place. He tasted the softness of her lips. Their tongues danced together as they lay naked in bed. Kevin was in awe at her nakedness—her curves were like the letter S, and her dark pink, luscious nipples looked enticing. He was eager to enter her temple and please her just as much as she would please him.

  Kevin couldn’t stop kissing Luca. Her kisses were nourishing his passion. It was like she was a sensual fruit and he was savoring every inch of her with his mouth, his lips, and his tongue. He submerged himself underneath the covers and kissed her neck, her shoulders, her stomach, her thighs, her clit, and her hips.

  The way Kevin touched Luca was out of this world. He made love to her with his hands at first. He was gentle and passionate, every kiss and every touch mattered to him.

  Luca spread her legs, her pussy lips laying out as an invitation. Her juices were flowing freely.

  Positioning himself between her legs, Kevin grabbed his dick and placed the head at the entrance to her pussy. He gently thrust himself into her glory hole. He moaned, feeling her pussy encase his erection. Lights danced behind his eyes. It was happening. He wanted to drive himself deeper inside of her.

  “Damn! Ooooh shit!” he cried out, feeling the sensation of her wet pussy envelop him. His heart was racing, and waves of pleasure consumed him.

  Luca’s eyes were rolling back in her head. He had a nice size, seven and a half inches, and a thick width. Her legs wrapped around him, and she grabbed his hips and pulled him to her. “Fuck me!” she said.

  He gave her more. Their bodies became entangled and meshed together like a hot iron against a shirt. He fucked her deep and slow and hard. He could feel her pussy grabbing him and throbbing.

  Luca was sweating and chanting. “Ooooh fuck! That feels so good. Please don’t stop.” She was highly aroused and on edge and had a glazed look in her eyes. She continued pulling him on top of her.

  He wanted nothing more than to push her legs back to her chest and drive his dick inside her until his cream coated her insides.

  They flipped over in a quick change of position, and she slammed her pussy down on his hard dick and rode it to near orgasm, making eye contact with him, using her muscles to milk him.

  Kevin reached up to play with her nipples, and her juices coated him. He groaned. His hands were all over her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples. He was inside of her with the latex around his dick, and her pussy was so good, he felt like he had nothing on. The feeling of her muscles working his erection made him shut his eyes and bite down on his bottom lip.

  “I’m coming,” she said.

  “Come on this dick!”

  Luca loved it. She rode him, moving her hips back and forth, up and down, like a pleasure ride. She could feel him inside her stomach. There was nothing holding him back; this was fucking like it was meant to be.

  They found themselves reaching the point of no return. He couldn’t hold back any longer, and she couldn’t either.

  Kevin grabbed her hips and delivered his essence inside of her, shooting his semen into the condom as they exploded together.

  Afterwards, he collapsed beside her, his chest heaving up and down as he stared at the ceiling. She nestled against him and placed her head against his chest, and they fell into a deep, comfortable sleep.

  ***

  Kevin woke up before Luca. He smiled at her, watching her sleep. He had no desire to get up and do anything. He just wanted to lie there and be protective of her. She was a wonderful woman, and he was having a wonderful time with her. The past two weeks had been exceptional. She was a busy woman, but somehow she always made time for him.

  He gently pressed his lips to her forehead and whispered very softly, “I love you.”

  Luca stirred a little, but she didn’t wake up. She was sleeping like a baby, looking ever so peaceful.

  Chapter 22

  Squirrel climbed out of bed naked, his dick swinging and still dripping with Angel’s juices. He had just fucked her like an animal, and now she was fast asleep. He removed a Newport from the full pack, lit it up, and took a deep drag. He needed the nicotine. He felt it seep into his system.

  It was the middle of the night, and the place was quiet. He was staying in the Bronx at an undisclosed location. Harlem was too hot to rest his head, and Brooklyn was a hazardous ground. He put on his boxers and went to the window. He gazed outside and looked at the darkness as if it was some iconic wonder.

  As Squirrel peered out the window, he frowned. Word on the streets was that Luca had hooked up with his Colombian connection and struck a deal. He didn’t want to believe it. He figured Horne, being a cautious man, wouldn’t associate with anyone so readily. But Squirrel also understood that Luca could be very convincing and influential when she needed to be. She had snagged him, and he didn’t even know the bitch. He only knew she was Nate’s bitch back in the days. But she was a black widow—and one of the deadliest bitches he’d ever encountered. She was exceedingly smart and manipulative. If Squirrel knew back then what he knew now, he would have beheaded her long ago, but his weakness had always been the flesh. The same thing that made him laugh was now making him cry.

  It bothered him that Luca and Horne were in business together. It complicated things. He was back in Harlem dealing with his old clientele, and almost everyone was welcoming him with open arms. He was becoming the man again, despite major interference from World. But he was determined to take that monster down. Harlem wasn’t big enough for both of them.

  Squirrel looked at the time. It was three a.m. He had a few of his men strategically posted around his location for his protection. When he heard about his soldier Spike getting shot multiple times in the head and his eyes shot out, he realized World was going to be a more difficult problem than he’d first thought. Squirrel couldn’t go through the front with the nigga, so he devised a plan to go around the back and attack from there. He was going to make it so that World didn’t even see the attack coming.

  As Squirrel lingered by the window, his cell phone went off. Angel stirred in her sleep, hearing the chime. Squirrel quickly answered it.

  “Yo, who this?” he said roughly.

  “It’s me. I figured you would want to link up and talk about our mutual problem,” the caller said.

  “I didn’t think you were goin’ to call back,” Squirrel said.

  “I’m calling back now.”

  “When and where?”

  “Meet me at dawn, three hours from now. There’s a diner in Yonkers. It’s safe, no eyes, no ears. And World’s people don’t stretch that far.”

  “A’ight,” Squirrel replied, writing down the directions.

  The caller hung up.

  This is it. Squirrel smiled.

  World was about to fall, and it was happening from within his own inner circle. Squirrel wasn’t the only one who wanted to see that crazy muthafucka dead. Some of his own peoples thought he was pushing too far and making wrong decisions. He had heard that World and Luca reconciled their differences after all their drama and conflict, and that he even put her over some of the niggas who had been loyal to him since day one. It seemed like a coup d’état was about to take place.

  Squirrel finished off his cigarette and climbed back into bed with a naked Angel. He nudged her awake and said roughly, “Let me get a fuckin’ blowjob. I need one right now.”

  Angel looked at him with a slight attitude but quickly complied. Squirrel propped his head on the pillow as Angel descended beneath the sheets, pulling out his erection and taking him into her mouth.

  “Oh, I need this, baby,” he said. “A nigga is stressed.”

  “I got you, baby. I always will.”

  ***

  Morning was cracking open the sky. The early-hour travelers were on their way to work via public transportation or private vehicle. The black-on-black Escalade came to a stop at the quaint diner on the Boulevard in Yonkers, New York. Squirrel rode shotgun, pulling on his cigarette and looking around. He wasn’t used to being up so early, but he looked forward to this meeting. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

  Carmine’s Diner was nestled in the middle of the boulevard. It was a popular place, known for its desserts and soul food.

  Squirrel climbed out of the SUV with his pistol tucked into his waistband and flanked by two of his goons, including his cousin Homando. They walked into the twenty-four-hour diner and sat in the nearest booth. The place was empty except for one waitress and the cook all the way in the back.

  Squirrel slid into the wooden booth and sat facing the exit. He could never sit with his back toward any doorway or exit. His biggest fear was being shot in the head from behind. However, the relaxed décor of the diner with its plants in the corner and a vase on each table gave him some ease.

  The waitress was warm and hospitable to the thugs. “Would y’all like to start off with drinks?” she asked them.

  Squirrel ordered coffee, and his men ordered some tea. His men picked up the menus to order, but Squirrel wasn’t hungry. He steadily looked around waiting for the meeting to happen. It was a non-smoking environment, so he needed to drink some coffee to keep awake and focused.

  Ten minutes later a burgundy Cadillac parallel-parked outside. Squirrel fixed his eyes on the car, knowing it was K’wan’s. K’wan and Dwayne climbed out of the car and proceeded toward the diner. He keenly watched their every movement.

  “They’re here,” Squirrel said.

  He and his men straightened up and got serious. K’wan and Dwayne were extreme killers also, and anything could pop off at the drop of a hat.

  When they got to the entrance of the diner, the brothers paused on their way in. K’wan motioned for their meeting to happen outside.

  It wasn’t a problem for Squirrel. He and Homando exited the diner and met with the brothers.

  “Let’s walk, just you and me,” K’wan suggested.

  “Let’s walk then,” Squirrel said.

  The two coolly walked away from the diner and started their meeting. Both men lit up cigarettes and moved a half a block away from the diner.

  Squirrel asked, “Were you responsible for Spike’s death?”

  “I had a hand in that,” K’wan answered honestly.

  Squirrel frowned. Spike was a friend, and as much as Squirrel wanted to murder K’wan, he had to put his emotions to the side and remember what was more important—World’s downfall.

  “It was only business wit’ me; nothing personal,” K’wan said nonchalantly.

  The men stopped walking and faced each other. They had all the privacy they needed, with the streets bare of any vehicular traffic and pedestrians. The sun was still rising and fresh in the cool morning sky.

  “You and I both want the same thing,” K’wan explained.

  “And why’s that?”

  “I never liked that muthafucka anyway. He and his cousin ruined me in Brooklyn. I’m on his team, moving up in his organization simply because he helped out my little brother. Besides that, he’s no use to me. World has got to go, and if you can make that happen, you can have Harlem back. All I want is Brooklyn.”

  “They say he’s the devil,” Squirrel said. “And many have tried to kill him, even me, and he’s just hard to kill.”

  “You should know that any muthafucka can get got.”

  “And he will get got. I just don’t want to fuck this up.”

  K’wan told Squirrel, “I know his routine. I know his main bitch and his ways. Together, we can set him up.”

  The two continued talking, and K’wan ran down information about World, and Luca too.

  Squirrel was itching to take action. First on his list was Luca. He’d failed once trying to kill her, but he wasn’t going to fail again.

  Chapter 23

  World couldn’t fight off the bizarre feeling developing inside of him. It struck him rapidly like a speeding bullet. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt this way. He was spending quality time with Maribel in their project apartment, sexing and talking, when suddenly he became ill. His stomach felt like it was twisting into one giant knot with a throbbing pain, and he had a high fever. He developed an agonizing headache, became weak and ill overnight. When he started throwing up and could barely breathe, Maribel rushed him to the hospital, where he was seen by a doctor in the emergency room.

  At first food poisoning was suspected, but that wasn’t the case. The doctors couldn’t pinpoint what was exactly wrong with him. He was quickly treated, got better, and released a few hours later with some prescriptions to take for his illness.

  However, a week later, World developed the same illness, feeling much worse this time. He felt faint and nauseous. He had no idea what was wrong with him. He couldn’t function once again. He was in a stage of paranoia. He couldn’t eat because he was always throwing it up and had diarrhea.

  Maribel became extremely worried about him. Once again, in the middle of the night she rushed him to the hospital, and he was seen in the emergency room. This time the doctors kept him overnight and ran some tests, taking his blood and trying to analyze his illness.

  Once again, it was hard to pinpoint his illness. World got better within a few hours, and he was released.

  But his running in and out of the hospitals and the doctors not being able to come up with an accurate diagnosis was becoming troublesome to him and Maribel. World thought that maybe it was stress.

  Maribel thought it was something much more serious and sinister. Some demonic force was trying to take away her man. She couldn’t sleep at nights, not knowing what was going on with him.

  On his third trip to the hospital, he had difficulty breathing, a fever, a chronic cough, nausea, and tightness in the chest. Heavy sweating followed. This time Maribel had to call 9-1-1 for him, and he was rushed to the nearest hospital via ambulance with paramedics treating him en route.

  This time the doctors decided to keep him longer. They admitted him into his own room. He didn’t have any health insurance, so everything was being paid for in cash. This posed another problem. Healthcare was expensive, but World was effortlessly coming out of his pockets to pay for the best treatment, and that could trigger an investigation.

  Maribel stayed by his bedside as hours passed and World wasn’t himself.

  ***

  Luca decided to pay her cousin a visit. She walked into Harlem Hospital on Lenox Avenue and went up to the fourth floor to visit him alone. There, she finally came face to face with Maribel. Luca had heard about World’s sixteen-year-old girlfriend. She couldn’t believe her cousin would stoop so low to fuck this young bitch.

  Luca was displeased with their relationship, and expressed herself freely about it, saying things like, “Fuck that young ghetto bitch,” and “I don’t know why my cousin got with that tacky bitch in the first place,” or “She’s a fuckin’ gold digger.”

  Luca walked into the room to see Maribel seated by World’s bed as he slept. Maribel looked up to see Luca stepping into the hospital room. The two girls locked eyes, and immediately there was tension between them.

  Maribel stood up and frowned. Luca gazed at her, looking annoyed that she was only using her cousin.

  “Bitch, you got some fuckin’ nerves comin’ up in my muthafuckin’ man’s room!” Maribel exclaimed.

  “I ain’t here for you,” Luca replied calmly. “I came to see how he was doing.”

  Maribel shouted, “Bitch, I know you out there talkin’ shit ’bout me! I don’t give a fuck if you like me or not. You fuckin’ wit’ the wrong bitch.”

  Luca wasn’t about to argue with a sixteen-year-old child. She was packing heat and was ready for the confrontation. She had killers for bitches like Maribel.

  “I don’t give a fuck if he’s ya cousin or not. You ain’t fuckin’ welcome here, bitch!”

  “Fuck you, bitch!”

  Luca clenched her fists as Maribel hurried her way looking for a fight, but nurses and security charged into the room to break them up before it escalated. It took two security guards to hold back Maribel from lunging at Luca, who showed a lot of restraint. She wasn’t worried about Maribel.

  The conflict woke up World, who had no idea what was going on. He saw Luca and Maribel shouting at each other as security and staff roughly escorted them out of his hospital room.

  Outside, Luca took a deep breath and tried not to let a ghetto sixteen-year-old girl frustrate her. It was her cousin’s business, but she understood how pussy worked. It could get a nigga caught up; stop him from thinking rationally. She needed World thinking rationally, at least for now.

  The confrontation wasn’t over, though.

  Maribel came rushing out of the hospital front entrance, her beady eyes intensely fixated on Luca, who was standing on the curb. She gripped a sharp razor and was ready to slice Luca open with it. She ran her way, shouting out, “I’ma fuck you up, bitch!”

  Before Maribel could attack, Meeka and Brooklyn sprung out from the parked SUV with their guns drawn and aimed at Maribel, halting her violent charge.

  Luca smirked. All she had to do was give the order and Maribel would be blown away. “Yeah, bitch, recognize who the fuck I am,” she said with an attitude.

  “Fuck you! This ain’t over, bitch,” Maribel spat.

  Luca whispered through her clenched teeth in Maribel’s ear, “It is today. Now take your ass back into that building and be by your man. You’re way out of your league, Maribel. I don’t like you, and I never will, and I know you can’t stand me. But, bitch, fuck with me again, and you won’t even see your death coming.”

 

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