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  JuJu looked over at her like she was crazy.

  “Hustle, hustle, hustle hard.” She turned to him singing in his direction. He wanted to keep his serious attitude but her antics tickled him.

  Cracking a slight smile JuJu settled into his seat. When “Have Mercy” came on he started rapping along. “Have Mercy on a real nigga, cause I’m sinning every day Lord,” JuJu crooned, pushing the whip up to 80.

  He hit cruise control and tried to enjoy the trip. Even though trafficking work up and down the highway was stressful, Bayonna made the first leg of the trip breeze by.

  When they finally hit Route 78 JuJu glanced down at the tank then looked for the first exit to get off and get some gas. As he pulled into the station Bayonna stretched, threw on her shoes and got out.

  JuJu reached in his pocket for his bank. When he looked up his eyes settled on Bayonna’s fat ass in those tight ass skinny jeans. His gaze crawled up her body taking in all her beauty. She was little but all the right things were big: thick thighs, pussy print fat, D-cup breasts. Not only was she tight and right, she had a smooth pretty face. He usually didn’t like short hair on women but hers was laying just right hanging over her right eye.

  Bayonna walked around to the driver's side of the car and tapped on the window interrupting his little fantasy. “You want me to pay?” she asked with her hands on her hips.

  “Nah, I got it shorty,” JuJu said as he got out the car.

  Bayonna looked up at him as he stood to his full height. He was only a couple of inches taller than her 5'5" frame but his short ass had a big presence about himself. Damn she thought as her eyes settled on his chest. He was thin but chiseled in all the right places. “I’ll be right back.” She spoke softly as she turned to walk away.

  As she switched off JuJu’s eye’s settled before her waist. He wondered what was caressing all that ass under those jeans. “Nigga don’t do it,” he warned himself as he slid his Rush card in the slot and grabbed the pump.

  When Bayonna came back to the truck she had a pretty smile on her face and a bag full of snacks. “What you about to do with all that?” he asked, looking at her sideways.

  “Eat it, what you think?” she replied giddily as she tore open her big bag of Twizzlers.

  “I don’t allow eating in my shit.”

  “Boy, we on the road,” she said, grabbing one and biting into it.

  “Don’t drop shit. I just washed my car.” His attitude was plain rude.

  Bayonna cocked her head at him as he pulled away from the pump. “For real?”

  “Fa muthafuckin' real,” JuJu reemphasized.

  Bayonna straightened up her head, reached into her bra and pulled out a Ben Franklin. She twisted her lips and stuck the money in the ashtray. “Here, cause I will be eating in this sexy muthafucka.”

  “You not afraid to defy me?” He asked with an undertone of playfulness.

  “Uh— no,” Bayonna sang.

  “Shorty, you more 'bout it than I thought,” he said as he pulled onto the entrance ramp.

  “I’m the coolest bitch you’ll ever want to meet and the wrong bitch to fuck with at the same time.” She turned up the music and pulled her legs back into the seat.

  Out the corner of his eye JuJu watched her look out the window and chomp away on her snacks. Again he smiled, he was enjoying her company and her cute, sassy attitude.

  When they entered the tunnel a sigh of relief passed his lips. “Damn, this ride long as hell,” he said when they finally reached the other end.

  “I know, we used to have to make it all the time. I was relieved when the pickup was moved to PA, that was only a five hour ride. I don’t know how many of these I can do,” she confessed, twisting in her seat.

  “Where’s the hotel. I just want to shower and go to sleep.”

  “Turn here,” she directed.

  Once they were checked in, Bayonna went to her room and showered. JuJu headed down the hall to his room to do the same. The water relaxed him and took his mind off the place it shouldn't have been anyway.

  He had just laid across the bed and tucked the pillow under his head when he heard a knock at the door. “Ain't this a bitch,” he huffed as he grabbed his whistle and headed to the door.

  He looked out the peek hole and sighed. Damn, he thought that he was done with her for the night.

  Opening the door he left only a small crack for her to state her business. Whatever she wanted, she needed to say it and be out so he could get back to his warm spot.

  “Why you acting like I’m the Jakes?” She pushed past him and invited herself in.

  “Little mama, I gotta get some sleep. I don’t know these niggas so I gotta be well rested and on my toes when we fuck wit' them tomorrow,” he said, closing the door. “Go back to your room. Damn.”

  “You ain't hungry?” she asked, ignoring his grouchy attitude.

  “Not really. I can sleep through that shit.”

  “Well, I’m starving. Let’s go get something to eat. And put that strap away before you hurt yourself,” she said, moving to the bed and taking a seat.

  “Why don’t you go by yourself?”

  “I didn’t come here by myself so you're going with me.” Bayonna crossed her legs and folded her arms over her chest.

  JuJu looked at her small lips and those smooth sexy legs that were sticking out from under the skirt she changed into and he gave in. “We can’t go far I need to get back and get some rest.”

  “Thank you,” she sang as he went to put on his boots.

  JuJu just shook his head. What the fuck did I just get myself into? he wondered as the stepped out into the unseasonably warm October night.

  The whole ride JuJu was quiet while Bayonna was all out the window looking at everything like she was seeing it for the first time. When they got to Time Square she lit up. “Park in there,” she pointed, all excited.

  JuJu looked over at her with cold regard.

  “Stop being antisocial, we're in the Big Apple.” She was all full of energy.

  He took a deep breath and pulled into the parking garage, “This shit gonna be two hundred dollars by the time we come outta here,” he grumbled.

  “I know you ain’t complaining about green laces, you're Kiam’s right hand—I know you laced,” she said, jumping out of the truck.

  “Not spending on stupid shit is how I'ma stay laced,” he shot back, climbing out his seat and passing the keys to the attendant.

  “Sometimes you have to live a little.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the exit.

  “You scratch my shit and I’ma scratch ya ass,” he warned the young white boy as he was pulled away.

  “Stop being grumpy and come on,” Bayonna laughed as she damn near dragged him out of the garage.

  Time Square was jumping. They weaved through the sea of people looking all around. It was actually JuJu’s first time seeing everything up close and personal. He began to perk up when he looked up and saw the big screen and lights all around.

  Bayonna gripped his hand sending a surge of heat through his body. “Ooh look,” she said when she saw a lady dressed up like Wonder Woman. She released her grip and handed him her phone. “Come take a picture.” She walked over to the costumed woman and began posing.

  JuJu snapped away; he was enjoying watching her bust crazy poses. When she stuck out her tongue and put both of her hands on the woman’s breasts his dick jumped. Oh shit.

  Bayonna walked back over to him, laughing and smiling from ear to ear. “You didn’t know you were going to luck up on a threesome, huh?” she joked as she reached for her phone.

  JuJu just smiled.

  They walked a little while longer then found an outside café. They got a table and ordered their meal. As they sat and talked and watched the sights he had to admit that he was glad he had allowed her to drag him out of the room. Being on the grind all the time could make a man’s soul old and cold. He vowed to himself that he was would try to at least do something fun ever
so often.

  Arriving back at the hotel, JuJu walked Bayonna to her room. “Be ready in the morning. Play time is over,” he said.

  “Boy, you know you had fun.” She giggled as she stuck her key card in the door. Turning back in his direction she said. “Life is short. Ain’t no sense in living if all you have is bad memories and regret.”

  JuJu looked at her like she was speaking a foreign language.

  Bayonna smiled at him. “Good night.”

  “Good night shorty.” He smiled back and walked away. Her words had mirrored his thoughts and he recalled his mother telling him that when God wants you to get a message he will tell you twice.

  Back inside his room JuJu didn’t even get undressed, he kicked off his boots and laid across the bed. In no time he was asleep.

  At 10:00 A.M. the alarm on his phone went off, wakening him from a light sleep. JuJu jumped straight up and hit the shower, brushed his teeth and got dressed. As he threw his clothes in the bag he got into war mode. Grabbing his cell, he hit Bayonna's phone but didn't get an answer. He called back to back four times before his mood darkened. “That’s just why I don’t fuck with bitches,” he said out loud, grabbing his shit and heading to the door.

  When he opened it, Bayonna was standing there looking at her watch. She had on jeans, a t-shirt and boots, and her ratchet was tucked firmly in place. She closed her jacket to conceal it.

  He saw a whole different woman than the one he had just walked and held hands with last night. “You late youngin’’. You might want to do something about that next time.” She was sporting her game face. “Let’s get it, time is money,” she stated and headed towards the elevator.

  JuJu shut the door and was hot on her heels. Once downstairs he popped the trunk, tossed the bags in the back and moved out.

  Pulling up to Riz’s apartment building, Bayonna went straight gangstress. “Look, when we get inside speak very little and pay attention. Don’t leave shit to chance and if them niggas flinch the wrong way make them muthafuckas Swiss. But only when you are sure the deck is stacked against you. No premature ejaculation. Lastly, I’m a girl but none of that shit matters when we get up there. Don't hesitate to let your whistle twerp if the shit goes from sugar to shit. If I catch a hot one and you make it out you better come back and open up every one of these nigga's back or I'm haunting your ass,” she promised then got out the car.

  JuJu looked over at her with bewilderment and respect. Just a few hours ago she was wide-eyed and giggly, now she was wildin'. He had to admit that shit was a straight turn on. He grabbed the black duffle bag and headed to the door with a do or die bitch leading the way, ready to deliver a nigga to the pearly gates if he looked at them wrong.

  They entered the building straight focused. Both of them had their bangers out and down at their sides as they climbed the steps leading up to Riz's apartment.

  Their nerves were like live-wires by the time they reached the sixth floor. Knocking on the door Bayonna could feel her heart beating hard in her chest. Even though Riz was fond of her if he was on some payback shit they were walking into a death chamber. She took a deep breath and got ready for whatever.

  She heard the door being unlocked, then it swung open. “Bay Bay.” Bones reached out to hug her.

  She moved into his embrace as she quickly scanned the room taking a head count. There were two more men present than normally.

  “What’s up?” Bones said to JuJu as he turned Bayonna lose.

  “Ain't nothin',” JuJu replied. He wasn't sure how to take a warm greeting from a nigga whose face he had pressed a banger in.

  Bones extended his hand out and JuJu bumped fists with him. “Sup?” he nodded.

  “Everything is peace, young fella.” Bones closed the door.

  Riz came walking from the back with the two massive dogs on his sides. A huge smile came over his face. “Bay,” he said, loving towards her. “If I had known they were going to send you, I would've robbed my damn self just to see that pretty smile.”

  Riz wrapped Bayonna in his grip and held her tight. JuJu was swelled up with anger watching this nigga handling her. Riz picked up on his heat and playfully kissed Bayonna on the neck just to fuck with JuJu's mental.

  “Stop boy,” Bayonna said, gently pushing Riz back.

  “You know I love you to death ma. Whatever you need you got it,” he said, gesturing around the room with his arms. He had always craved her little sexy, quietly dangerous ass.

  Bayonna wasn't going there with him. “Whatever. Just give me what I paid for, that will do,” she said, checking her peripheral for any strange movement in case he had some Judas in his welcome.

  When the two dogs moved towards them JuJu stepped back. They walked over to Bayonna and snuggled at her thighs. She reached down and began rubbing their heads and ears.

  “Don’t be scared youngin’’, they love Bay,” said Riz.

  “Not youngin’’,” he corrected. “JuJu.”

  “Oh, my bad,” Riz chuckled. “Kiam did all the talking the last time so I never caught your name.”

  “Well, Kiam ain’t here and I’ll be taking care of this end so let’s address each other like men,” JuJu affirmed.

  “Little man got a heart.” Bones laughed in a condescending tone that Bayonna didn't miss.

  She became very uncomfortable as the mood in the room quickly began to change. She had to do something before muthafuckas pre-ejaculated. “Stop all this muscle flexing. Y’all niggas fucking the mood up in here.” She turned to JuJu and put her hand on the money bag and gave him the eye to turn it down a notch.

  JuJu's look was acquiescing but inside he was turning up. Sensing his pulse, Bayonna turned back to Riz and applied her guile. “Come on, let’s blow something.” She sat the bag of money on the table.

  “You know me I just like to make money and have a good time while I’m doing it,” he readily agreed while keeping a strong eye on JuJu.

  JuJu’s hands were sweating, he was ready to pull out and let his gun eat their asses up. Bayonna was praying he would just calm down. Kiam had sent them on a mission, get the shit and bring it back and they damn sure couldn’t do that if they were laid the fuck out.

  Riz grabbed some weed and rolled up. He lit the end then signaled for Bones to go and get the package.

  “Damn you gonna pass that shit?” Bayonna said aggressively.

  “Say that shit Bay, you know I like it rough.” Riz grinned.

  “Riz. Behave.”

  “Come sit right here while they count and exchange.” He patted a spot on his lap.

  “I’ma sit down but you make your boy be good.” Bay wiggled her butt a little as she sat on his wood.

  “I can’t make you no promises,” he admitted, looking her over.

  JuJu was on fire! Be cool until we get what we came for, he cautioned himself. After that he was going ham if that shit continued.

  Bones emptied the bag and began loading the money machine. When the last dollar was counted he placed the money back in the bag and handed over the product.

  Riz sat whispering shit in Bayonna’s ear with his hand rested on her thigh. She giggled and puffed on the stick of loud until she felt things were peace enough to rise up.

  “Thanks for the kick back,” she said, lifting her butt up off of his semi-hard dick.

  “Anytime.” Riz eyes feasted on her heart shaped ass in those tight jeans. “When you gonna come see me by yourself?” he asked, standing up behind her.

  “Riz please. I am not trying to be another trophy on your shelf.” She turned him down with a snicker.

  “If I could have you, I would tear that shelf down and build a baby room so we could fill it up.” He macked hard.

  Bayonna twisted her lips up. “Bye Riz.” She turned and hugged him tightly.

  “Damn, when the next pick up? A nigga wanna feel like it’s Christmas.”

  “Boy let me go,” She pulled back. “See you in a couple weeks.” She used two hands to pick up th
e bag and pass it to JuJu who stood there with a face of granite and a heart to match.

  JuJu slightly snatched the bag out of her hand.

  “Tell your boy to relax,” advised Riz.

  “Why don’t you tell me,” JuJu broke in.

  Bayonna knew JuJu was on the verge of doing something dangerous so she quickly responded. “He is relaxed. Usually he don’t like traveling, you know how that drive is. JuJu is good people you don’t have to worry about him,” she said touching him on the chest.

  “I can see that. Heart of a lion, look of a killah. If I had a few of him on my team I would be King of New York,” replied Riz in a propositional tone.

  JuJu took it as an insult to his loyalty to Kiam. He moved Bayonna's hand off of his chest and flexed his fingers. He was ready to kill them and her.

  He quickly glanced around the room sizing niggas up for a wet melon. But they were on point, sizing him up for the same fate. He trained his eye on Riz and respectfully set him straight. "I'm happy where I'm at, but I appreciate the compliment." He extended his hand.

  “No doubt,” Riz said, dropping his smile and accepting the small jester. They bumped fists then Bones let JuJu and Bayonna out the door.

  When they got to the car JuJu went in. He turned to Bayonna in full animal mode. “How the fuck you gonna put me in that kind of situation?” His nose flared wide as a bull's.

  “Relax it ain’t that bad.” Bayonna blew him off but the youngin’ wasn't through.

  “Fuck you mean it ain’t that bad? You smoking and joking with that nigga then you gonna sit all on his dick! You fucking him or something?” he raged.

  His outburst would've been cute had it not been ill-timed. Bayonna took a deep breath then tried to school him. “Those niggas were planning on killing us. The two extra men that were standing around looking stupid were Riz’s cut men. They're the 'hide ya ass where nobody can find you' type niggas.”

  JuJu didn't wanna hear that shit. He was a ‘smash everything moving’ at him type nigga!