When It All Falls Down 3 - Somebody is Gonna Die: A Chicago Hood Drama (A Hustler's Lady) by Tamicka Higgins Page A
Authors: Tamicka Higgins
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“Naw, nigga,” he said. “That nigga is over there busy and shit. Trust me, he ain’t gon’ come all the way down into the hood on a Saturday night just to check on shit. I know him, nigga. That nigga will be over here tomorrow afternoon or some shit. But what you think that you heard?”
“I think I heard something, but I don’t know what yet,” Knight said. He looked to the honey on his lap. “Excuse me,” he said, standing up. He walked over to the window and parted the curtains slightly. He was relieved to see that the noise had been a couple of dudes walking into a house up the street. It was very clear that they were aggressively ushering a young lady inside with them, each smiling and laughing as they held their sagging pants up to keep them from falling.
“Shit, nigga,” Knight said, returning to the couch. “Just these niggas goin’ in to the house down the street is all. I’m trippin’ and shit. Now, back to you.” He looked at Antonia’s bare, bouncy chest. He pulled her closer to him and rubbed his face between her breasts, smiling like a kid in a candy shop.
Juan eventually couldn’t take anymore. His dick was begging to be let free. He stood up and bent Lexi over on the couch, her head now hanging off of the back with her back arched. “Goddamn, you got a big ass,” Juan said, slapping her. He then pulled his pants down to his ankles and positioned himself. Gently, he pushed his way inside of Lexi. He liked the way she moaned at feeling his girth stretch her a bit.
Knight too had come to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore. After sucking on Antonia’s breasts for a couple minutes more, he gently pushed her to the side and pulled his pants and underwear down. Once his short and stubby erection had popped out, Antonia held back a giggle. For whatever reason, she found Knight and his aggressiveness to be so sexy, and even more so now that she saw what he was packing, or a lack thereof. She also bent over on the couch and Knight entered her, his eyes rolling back in his head as his shaft was consumed with the warmness that was Antonia’s insides.
***
Tramar and Jackson sat in the car, outside of the house that Damon had pointed out to them as Byron’s grandmother’s former house. They looked at the house for several minutes, noticing the way the front room curtain’s had parted ever so slightly. Somebody looked out, but neither of them could see who exactly it had been. They figured whoever it was had peeked out to see what the noise was when a car pulled into the driveway up the block.
Jackson looked across at Tramar and asked, “Man, you sure they in there?”
Tramar shrugged. “As sure as I’mma ever be,” he answered. “Look at that place. That just look like a old lady house, and it just look like it would have some of that ugly ass, old furniture that we saw in the picture and shit that nigga posted online. I bet you that he is keepin’ them there.”
“But what is this other car parked out front of the house?” Jackson asked, being observant.
“Nigga, you ain’t flakin’ out on me, is you?” Tramar asked, noticing the skepticism in Jackson’s voice.
Jackson shook his head. “Naw, nigga,” he said. “I’m just lookin’ out for you, nigga. I been helpin’ you rob banks and shit to get the money. You really think I’m bout to flake out on you when we bout to run up in some two-bedroom, three tops, house?”
“Naw,” Tramar said, turning back to the house. “I was just asking. Shit, I’m ready. Let’s get this shit done.”
Tramar and Jackson stepped out of the car. The night was so quiet that they could hear the soles of
“I think I heard something, but I don’t know what yet,” Knight said. He looked to the honey on his lap. “Excuse me,” he said, standing up. He walked over to the window and parted the curtains slightly. He was relieved to see that the noise had been a couple of dudes walking into a house up the street. It was very clear that they were aggressively ushering a young lady inside with them, each smiling and laughing as they held their sagging pants up to keep them from falling.
“Shit, nigga,” Knight said, returning to the couch. “Just these niggas goin’ in to the house down the street is all. I’m trippin’ and shit. Now, back to you.” He looked at Antonia’s bare, bouncy chest. He pulled her closer to him and rubbed his face between her breasts, smiling like a kid in a candy shop.
Juan eventually couldn’t take anymore. His dick was begging to be let free. He stood up and bent Lexi over on the couch, her head now hanging off of the back with her back arched. “Goddamn, you got a big ass,” Juan said, slapping her. He then pulled his pants down to his ankles and positioned himself. Gently, he pushed his way inside of Lexi. He liked the way she moaned at feeling his girth stretch her a bit.
Knight too had come to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore. After sucking on Antonia’s breasts for a couple minutes more, he gently pushed her to the side and pulled his pants and underwear down. Once his short and stubby erection had popped out, Antonia held back a giggle. For whatever reason, she found Knight and his aggressiveness to be so sexy, and even more so now that she saw what he was packing, or a lack thereof. She also bent over on the couch and Knight entered her, his eyes rolling back in his head as his shaft was consumed with the warmness that was Antonia’s insides.
***
Tramar and Jackson sat in the car, outside of the house that Damon had pointed out to them as Byron’s grandmother’s former house. They looked at the house for several minutes, noticing the way the front room curtain’s had parted ever so slightly. Somebody looked out, but neither of them could see who exactly it had been. They figured whoever it was had peeked out to see what the noise was when a car pulled into the driveway up the block.
Jackson looked across at Tramar and asked, “Man, you sure they in there?”
Tramar shrugged. “As sure as I’mma ever be,” he answered. “Look at that place. That just look like a old lady house, and it just look like it would have some of that ugly ass, old furniture that we saw in the picture and shit that nigga posted online. I bet you that he is keepin’ them there.”
“But what is this other car parked out front of the house?” Jackson asked, being observant.
“Nigga, you ain’t flakin’ out on me, is you?” Tramar asked, noticing the skepticism in Jackson’s voice.
Jackson shook his head. “Naw, nigga,” he said. “I’m just lookin’ out for you, nigga. I been helpin’ you rob banks and shit to get the money. You really think I’m bout to flake out on you when we bout to run up in some two-bedroom, three tops, house?”
“Naw,” Tramar said, turning back to the house. “I was just asking. Shit, I’m ready. Let’s get this shit done.”
Tramar and Jackson stepped out of the car. The night was so quiet that they could hear the soles of
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