have to get my hands on those scissors. I need to find them. Where the fuck where they?
Bingo , I think as I spot them. Nigga, you’re going to die today , is the only thought that runs through my mind like water.
Flipping him over and getting on top, I begin to fuck him back. Closing my eyes, I start riding as if I am showcasing for a porn flick.
“Fuck me harder,” I find myself saying.
“Damn, I knew you had some good pussy, but I never would have thought it was going to be this good,” Joe says.
“Say you love this pussy,” I say, slapping him and squeezing my pussy muscle tighter.
“I love this pussy baby.”
“Well close your eyes and enjoy the ride.”
“That’s what I’m talking about,” he replies back, doing as I instructed.
“Now I’m about show you how a pro works,” I whisper, trying to get it out sexually from my voice box and into his ear.
Pulling his jeans down, I come across his gun. My eyes grow wide as I am about to have him meet his maker.
“Say you love this pussy Joe,” I say, while moving the gun closer towards me.
“I love this pussy,” he states with his eyes still closed.
“Joe, what the fuck?!” Mary yells.
“C’mon, baby, don’t be mad. Join the party,” Joe says, grabbing me as I try to push away.
“I’m not fucking her.” I broke from his grip and slid over to the corner.
“It’s either that or get the shit beat out of you,” Joe says, standing up and pulling up his jeans.
“Joe, please. Just let me go home.”
“A’ight, suit yourself,” he says, knocking me to my feet. Causing me to black out.
Hours later I woke up inside the same room smelling like piss.
“This nigga pissed on me,” I say out loud.
“That he did,” Mary says, walking closer towards me.
“You went out with one punch,” she says, laughing.
“And I still got some pussy.” She laughs harder.
“Payback is better than pussy any day,” I tell her.
“You’re threatening me?” she asks.
“Nah, that’s a promise,” I tell her, standing up.
“Well I got a message for you to give to your big bad brother.”
“And what’s that?”
“He should have never touched what belonged to me. And since he wants to play Captain Save-A-Ho, I’ll just take what he loves that most,” she says, pulling out a .22 and pointing it to my chest.
I jumped. But then I charged at her with full speed.
“No the hell you ain’t!” I yell, pushing her into the wall, causing her to hit her head on it.
Damn, Lord knows I should have been done this , I think while running up the stairs and out the church.
“Help me, help me!” I begin to scream for my life.
Running down 111st I turning around to that Mary is on my heels.
“Bitch, I’ma kill you!” she yells out, while holding her head.
“Help me!” I yell, jumping into the nearest taxi.
“Where to miss?” the driver asks, starting up his engine.
“Wilmette,” I explain, in a panicked tone.
“That’s too far ma’am.”
“Here,” I say, handing him the money I took from Joe’s pants.
“Now drove this fucking car to Wilmette.”
My Hustler’s Keeper
-15-
SINCERE
“Help me, help me!” I hear someone yell out while banging on the door.
“What the fuck?” I say, reaching for the doorknob.
Springing the door open tears run down my face as I watch my little sister run into my arms.
“Sincere, you got to kill him. He…he...” She tries to get the words out but the tears are blocking her from speaking.
“Shhhhh,” I tell her, placing my fingers over her lips.
“Come inside.” I pick her up and slam the front door.
“Oh my God!” Harmony says, as she watches me lay her on the couch.
“It’s okay ma. She’ll be okay.”
“Were you ever coming for me?” Rayla asks, still crying and shaking.
“Hell fucking yeah, I was coming. I just didn’t know who had you. I was getting the run-around.”
“You took too long Sincere.”
“I know sis. I know.”
“I thought I was
Bingo , I think as I spot them. Nigga, you’re going to die today , is the only thought that runs through my mind like water.
Flipping him over and getting on top, I begin to fuck him back. Closing my eyes, I start riding as if I am showcasing for a porn flick.
“Fuck me harder,” I find myself saying.
“Damn, I knew you had some good pussy, but I never would have thought it was going to be this good,” Joe says.
“Say you love this pussy,” I say, slapping him and squeezing my pussy muscle tighter.
“I love this pussy baby.”
“Well close your eyes and enjoy the ride.”
“That’s what I’m talking about,” he replies back, doing as I instructed.
“Now I’m about show you how a pro works,” I whisper, trying to get it out sexually from my voice box and into his ear.
Pulling his jeans down, I come across his gun. My eyes grow wide as I am about to have him meet his maker.
“Say you love this pussy Joe,” I say, while moving the gun closer towards me.
“I love this pussy,” he states with his eyes still closed.
“Joe, what the fuck?!” Mary yells.
“C’mon, baby, don’t be mad. Join the party,” Joe says, grabbing me as I try to push away.
“I’m not fucking her.” I broke from his grip and slid over to the corner.
“It’s either that or get the shit beat out of you,” Joe says, standing up and pulling up his jeans.
“Joe, please. Just let me go home.”
“A’ight, suit yourself,” he says, knocking me to my feet. Causing me to black out.
Hours later I woke up inside the same room smelling like piss.
“This nigga pissed on me,” I say out loud.
“That he did,” Mary says, walking closer towards me.
“You went out with one punch,” she says, laughing.
“And I still got some pussy.” She laughs harder.
“Payback is better than pussy any day,” I tell her.
“You’re threatening me?” she asks.
“Nah, that’s a promise,” I tell her, standing up.
“Well I got a message for you to give to your big bad brother.”
“And what’s that?”
“He should have never touched what belonged to me. And since he wants to play Captain Save-A-Ho, I’ll just take what he loves that most,” she says, pulling out a .22 and pointing it to my chest.
I jumped. But then I charged at her with full speed.
“No the hell you ain’t!” I yell, pushing her into the wall, causing her to hit her head on it.
Damn, Lord knows I should have been done this , I think while running up the stairs and out the church.
“Help me, help me!” I begin to scream for my life.
Running down 111st I turning around to that Mary is on my heels.
“Bitch, I’ma kill you!” she yells out, while holding her head.
“Help me!” I yell, jumping into the nearest taxi.
“Where to miss?” the driver asks, starting up his engine.
“Wilmette,” I explain, in a panicked tone.
“That’s too far ma’am.”
“Here,” I say, handing him the money I took from Joe’s pants.
“Now drove this fucking car to Wilmette.”
My Hustler’s Keeper
-15-
SINCERE
“Help me, help me!” I hear someone yell out while banging on the door.
“What the fuck?” I say, reaching for the doorknob.
Springing the door open tears run down my face as I watch my little sister run into my arms.
“Sincere, you got to kill him. He…he...” She tries to get the words out but the tears are blocking her from speaking.
“Shhhhh,” I tell her, placing my fingers over her lips.
“Come inside.” I pick her up and slam the front door.
“Oh my God!” Harmony says, as she watches me lay her on the couch.
“It’s okay ma. She’ll be okay.”
“Were you ever coming for me?” Rayla asks, still crying and shaking.
“Hell fucking yeah, I was coming. I just didn’t know who had you. I was getting the run-around.”
“You took too long Sincere.”
“I know sis. I know.”
“I thought I was
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