around his dick like a glove. From the tightness of Angela’s pussy James could tell that she hadn’t been fucked in a while. James stuck his finger in Angela’s mouth as he sped up his strokes, just as James was about to cum, he quickly pulled out and exploded all over Angela’s ass. “Damn” James huffed, breathing heavy as he flopped down on the bed. Angela just lay across the bed naked for a few seconds to get her thoughts together. She hadn’t cum like that in a long time and just needed a second to catch her breath. James got up and went to the bathroom when he returned he was carrying a wet rag as he cleaned Angela up, then laid down next to her where the two fell asleep in each other’s arms.
***
Capo stepped out his crib and looked over both shoulders as he walked up to his new all white bullet proof B.M.W. Capo recklessly pulled away from the curb blasting Yo Gotti’s new mixtape. Once Capo learned that Wayne had tried to get him robbed and killed, he knew that he could no longer trust anybody so from now on he decided to wear a bullet proof vest at all times. He even went out and copped a bullet proof car, not to mention he was tired of riding around in that Benz all the time. Capo was still looking for the man they called Cash. He wasn’t worried he knew he would be bumping into the man soon. Capo just drove around the city trying to get his thoughts together. It was so much going on he just needed a little time to hisself just so he could get his thoughts together. As Capo rode he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Shekia’s number.
”Hey Capo what’s up?” She answered sounding like she was in a good mood.
”Chilling” Capo replied. “I think I’mma need you to make that trip for me again in a day or two.”
”No problem” she said. “I’m already in Miami I had to handle a little something so just set everything up and I got you.”
”Say no more” Capo said ending the call. Capo stopped for a red light and filled his foam cup with Voka, then mixed a little orange juice in with it. All he was missing was his haze. Capo decided to make a detour to go get some weed.
***
Cash and Dough Boy sat on the hood of Cash’s car in the middle of the hood as the two sipped on some hard liquor, and passed a blunt back and forth. “What is it looking like?” Cash asked handing the blunt to Dough Boy.
”Not to good” Dough Boy replied taking a deep pulled from the blunt. “Little Dough getting weaker and weaker every day, I got a meeting with the doctor tomorrow.”
”What them numbers looking like?” Cash asked.
”I don’t know yet, but I know that bitch gon be high” Dough Boy said shaking his head. He knew the doctor was going to break his pockets, but for his son’s life he would pay whatever the cost was.
”How much you got from that clown Crazy Moe last night?” Cash said laughing at how easy of a lick that turned out to be.
”$9,000” Dough Boy said as he watched one of his young workers sell the drugs that they stole from other drug dealers. He didn’t care how he had to get the money up for his son. Whatever he had to do it would get done.
”Stop stressing” Cash said passing Dough Boy the blunt. “Already know we ain’t gon let nothing happen to your lil man” he said as he saw an all white B.M.W pull up with the music blasting. “Fuck is this?” Cash asked out loud as the headlights from the car made it hard for them to see.
Capo hopped out the B.M.W and walked straight over to the young hustler. “I need three ounces of piff” he said giving the young hustler dap slipping the money in his hand. “And don’t have me waiting all motherfucking day!” He yelled out as he pulled out his iphone and read a text message he had just received. Capo placed his cell phone back in its case, and he looked up he couldn’t believe his eyes. He quickly pulled his out his .9mm and fired four shots
***
Capo stepped out his crib and looked over both shoulders as he walked up to his new all white bullet proof B.M.W. Capo recklessly pulled away from the curb blasting Yo Gotti’s new mixtape. Once Capo learned that Wayne had tried to get him robbed and killed, he knew that he could no longer trust anybody so from now on he decided to wear a bullet proof vest at all times. He even went out and copped a bullet proof car, not to mention he was tired of riding around in that Benz all the time. Capo was still looking for the man they called Cash. He wasn’t worried he knew he would be bumping into the man soon. Capo just drove around the city trying to get his thoughts together. It was so much going on he just needed a little time to hisself just so he could get his thoughts together. As Capo rode he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Shekia’s number.
”Hey Capo what’s up?” She answered sounding like she was in a good mood.
”Chilling” Capo replied. “I think I’mma need you to make that trip for me again in a day or two.”
”No problem” she said. “I’m already in Miami I had to handle a little something so just set everything up and I got you.”
”Say no more” Capo said ending the call. Capo stopped for a red light and filled his foam cup with Voka, then mixed a little orange juice in with it. All he was missing was his haze. Capo decided to make a detour to go get some weed.
***
Cash and Dough Boy sat on the hood of Cash’s car in the middle of the hood as the two sipped on some hard liquor, and passed a blunt back and forth. “What is it looking like?” Cash asked handing the blunt to Dough Boy.
”Not to good” Dough Boy replied taking a deep pulled from the blunt. “Little Dough getting weaker and weaker every day, I got a meeting with the doctor tomorrow.”
”What them numbers looking like?” Cash asked.
”I don’t know yet, but I know that bitch gon be high” Dough Boy said shaking his head. He knew the doctor was going to break his pockets, but for his son’s life he would pay whatever the cost was.
”How much you got from that clown Crazy Moe last night?” Cash said laughing at how easy of a lick that turned out to be.
”$9,000” Dough Boy said as he watched one of his young workers sell the drugs that they stole from other drug dealers. He didn’t care how he had to get the money up for his son. Whatever he had to do it would get done.
”Stop stressing” Cash said passing Dough Boy the blunt. “Already know we ain’t gon let nothing happen to your lil man” he said as he saw an all white B.M.W pull up with the music blasting. “Fuck is this?” Cash asked out loud as the headlights from the car made it hard for them to see.
Capo hopped out the B.M.W and walked straight over to the young hustler. “I need three ounces of piff” he said giving the young hustler dap slipping the money in his hand. “And don’t have me waiting all motherfucking day!” He yelled out as he pulled out his iphone and read a text message he had just received. Capo placed his cell phone back in its case, and he looked up he couldn’t believe his eyes. He quickly pulled his out his .9mm and fired four shots
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