Knee Deep in the Game by Boston George Page B

on my birthday.” She pouted like a baby.
    â€œCome on, babes, you know I will be busy a few more months and this shit is going to be all over with,” Bamboo said with little energy.
    â€œYou always say that,” she reminded him.
    â€œNah, I’m dead-ass this time. I was thinking about taking a year off. Just me and you to go enjoy ourselves on a nice island or something, what you think?” he asked her.
    â€œAw, my baby is the best,” she said, feeling all good inside.
    â€œI think I’m ready to go now baby,” Nancy said, licking her lips. Once Bamboo saw what she had in mind it was a wrap; he could already feel his wife’s warm mouth sliding up and down his dick. He knew exactly how freaky his wife could be, especially when she had a few drinks in her system, not to mention it was her birthday.
    â€œCheck, please,” Bamboo said, flagging down the waiter, not wasting any time.
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    â€œWhere the fuck is this clown?” Rusty said aloud as he peeked through the blinds. “This mu’fucka getting me tight, I’ma really hurt this nigga when he finally bring his ass home.”
    â€œHe’ s going to have to come back home tonight, we’ve just got to be patient,” Pop stated quietly as they continued to wait.
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    â€œYo, King, keep your eyes on the road,” Bamboo said, unzipping his zipper.
    When Bamboo pulled out his love stick, Nancy was all over him. She quickly made Bamboo’s dick disappear like a magic trick as she placed the whole thing in her mouth.
    â€œDamn,” Bamboo moaned as he guided his wife’s head up and down with his hand.
    Twenty minutes later King pulled up in the driveway.
    â€œHold up, hold up, something ain’t right. Why the fuck is all the lights out?” Bamboo asked, pulling out his Desert Eagle. “Let me call Danny real quick and see what’s poppin’,” he said as he pulled out his cell phone. “Something ain’t right, Danny ain’t answering his phone—back the fuck up out of here,” Bamboo ordered, sensing something was wrong.
    â€œWhat them fools doing out there?” Pop asked.
    â€œThey just sitting there in the driveway,” Rusty answered as he heard a phone ringing. “Whose phone is that?” he asked, looking around.
    â€œThat’s his phone,” Pooh answered, pointing to the dead man sprawled out across the floor.
    Seconds later, Rusty saw the Denali start to back out the driveway.
    â€œCome on, they trying to leave!!” Rusty yelled as he ran to the door.
    Once Rusty snatched open the front door, Pop aimed his Mac 10 at the Denali and pulled the trigger.
    Pat, tat, tat, tat, tat!
    Bamboo and Nancy quickly took cover as shattered glass showered their bodies.
    â€œGet us the fuck out of here!” Bamboo yelled from the backseat, draping his body over Nancy’s.
    As King went to place the truck in drive, Rusty ran straight up to the front of the truck and let off five shots into the big man’s chest. The impact from the shots caused King’s body to jerk back and forth like he was having a seizure. Somehow the big man remained focused and stepped on the gas. Before Rusty could get out of the way, the Denali plowed into him, sending him flying on top of the hood. As King bent the corner, Rusty went flying out into the middle of the street. Before the Denali cleared the corner, Pop made sure he shot out the back window, hoping he might catch a head or two.
    â€œCome on, we have to get out of here!” Pooh yelled, helping Rusty get back to his feet.
    When King made it around the corner, he pulled over to avoid an accident. “I can’t drive no more, I think my fuckin’ ribs are broken,” he cried out in pain as he peeled off his bulletfilled vest.
    â€œNancy get the fuck in the front seat,” Bamboo ordered as he hopped out the Denali and helped King crawl into the backseat. Before