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  They followed their targets inconspicuously until they reached a traffic light. As soon as their whip came to a stop JuJu was halfway out of the car with his whistle out, ready to make that bitch blow.

  Kiam placed a hand on his elbow. “Fall back li'l killah,” he hurriedly warned. “Look to your right, po po is parked in the gas station.”

  JuJu's eyes quickly found the police cruiser lurking across the street. He eased back inside the car, shut the door and nodded his head in respect for Kiam's keen awareness.

  When the light turned green Kiam followed the two boys until they turned off. JuJu looked over at him with a puzzled expression on his face.

  “You gotta always stay on point and pay attention to your surroundings,” explained Kiam. “You see that green Monte Carlo two cars behind us?” he questioned.

  JuJu checked the side view mirror and nodded his head.

  “They pulled out behind us when we followed Trigga and his boy. Now, I know you're like 'fuck them niggas they can get it too' and you're right. But don't forget that johnny is only a few blocks back. As soon as they hear the gunshots they'll be all over us.” He paused to allow his words to register while he checked the rearview mirror to see if the Monte Carlo was still following them.

  Kiam didn't relax until he saw the car turn off. Then he drove on and resumed schooling JuJu. “Why you grilling? Those niggas not going anywhere. We can find them down here any day of the week. I just wanted you to peep their setup.”

  JuJu nodded his head as he took in the lessons Kiam was teaching him. He had to admit there was a chink in his armor. And he definitely needed to pay attention and sharpen his skills.

  From there they rode over to where Dontae was regulating things. As Kiam pointed out one trap house after another JuJu tried to see what Kiam saw while controlling the beast within that wanted to hop out and cause some tragedies.

  Kiam smiled at JuJu's unbridled gangsta. “Be easy fam I'm about to unleash you on these niggas but first I want you to put together a team of killahs just like yourself. When you've done that I'll give you the blueprint to cause terror.”

  That was music to JuJu's ears.

  Kiam dropped his young boy off with instructions not to move too fast. When JuJu slid out of the car and shut the door Kiam watched him walk towards his condo with bounce in his step. The eagerness that JuJu displayed in his stride matched the eagerness Kiam felt as he made a call to the one that was his sanctuary away from the madness of the streets. Too much time had passed since he'd held her in his arms. For just a little while the streets would have to manage themselves.

  Chapter 13

  On Bended Knee

  Faydrah moved around her office preparing herself for a big meeting she had to attend. As hard as she tried to push her feelings about Kiam aside the stronger they became. Once Kiam left her that night her heart ached from the distance she put between them. The reality of not being with him made her stomach sick which was confirmation that it was going to be impossible to live without him.

  “Faydrah, you ready for the meeting?” Gina popped her head in the office with a huge smile on her face.

  “Yeah, let me just grab my phone and I will be right there,” Faydrah said without looking up as she reached in her desk to retrieve it.

  “What’s wrong Fay,” Gina asked, picking up on Faydrah’s mood.

  “Nothing I’m good, I think I am coming down with a little something.” She forced a half smile and rubbed her stomach.

  “Well don’t be spreading nothing I cannot afford to get sick, come on,” Gina said as she turned to walk out the office.

  Faydrah gathered her paperwork but needed to make a call before heading out. She stood by her desk listening to each ring and the brief silence that fell between them which felt like minutes. Her heart began to race with anticipation as she waited to hear his voice. When Kiam’s voice mail came on her heart sank to her toes.

  She quickly hit the end button pulled herself together and headed to the conference room. Faydrah sat in her chair trying to stay focused but couldn’t. There was talking going on all around her but she didn’t hear anything. Her mind was all over the place.

  When her cell phone vibrated she jumped in her seat and scrambled to see who it was. Faydrah pulled the phone under the table and swiped left.

  Hey you. The words caused an instant smile on Faydrah’s face.

  Hey you. What you doin? She quickly texted back.

  Thinking about you.

  I need to see you.

  Come on.

  I’m at work

  Fuck that job. Come now. His request took her breath away.

  Kiam. I can’t just walk out of the meeting.

  What I say? Hurry up and bring me something to eat.

  I got something for you to eat.

  Kiam closed the conversation with a smiley face and her coochie began to throb. She looked up at her boss who was deep into his speech. Faydrah took a deep breath then began to nervously gather her things. When she stood up all eyes were on her.

  “Excuse me I have a family emergency?” Faydrah moved to the door.

  “Is everything alright Ms. Combs?” her boss asked with heavy concern on his face.

  “I’m not sure but I have to go.”

  “Please keep me informed.”

  Faydrah didn’t respond. She held a somber look on her face as she headed out the door. As she walked off the elevator her look turned into a smile. She was ready to reclaim everything she had ever wanted. She hurried to her car and headed to her King.

  When Faydrah pulled in front of Kiam’s house a sinking feeling hit the bottom of her stomach. The weight of going back on her promise to herself to walk away from this life along with the fear of losing Kiam began taking over her emotions. In that moment she realized that she would never be happy without him and by trying to force him to be disloyal to his commitments would cause him to be unhappy with her. She grabbed her purse reached inside the side pocket and slipped her ring back on her finger, smiled big then jumped out.

  Standing on the porch waiting for the door to open felt like a million years, each second ticking by in slow-motion. When the door began to open her smile widened.

  “What’s up Faydrah?” JuJu asked in his relaxed tone.

  Faydrah decreased her smile. “I’m good where is ya boy?” she asked as she proceeded inside.

  “He upstairs.” He said, closing the door.

  Faydrah looked over at Bayonna who was getting up off the couch and putting on her jacket and anger rose in her gut. She knew exactly who Bayonna was and because she rolled with Lissha she was already on Faydrah’s list.

  Bayonna returned her stare with a colder one as she moved to the door.

  “We on our way out. Kiam said for you to come on up. Lock the door right quick,” JuJu said, grabbing a black duffle bag and looking back and forth at the two woman and feeling the vibe change in the room.

  JuJu took Bayonna by the arm and led her out the door. “Catch up with you next time ma,” he said to Faydrah as he closed it behind them.

  Faydrah locked the door and set the alarm. She took off her shoes and headed upstairs.

  “Bae, where you at?” she called out as she walked down the hall looking in each room. Stopping and entering the master bedroom she could hear music lightly playing but Kiam was nowhere in sight.

  Removing her jacket she laid it across the chair and walked towards the bathroom. She turned the knob with caution and proceeded inside.

  “Why you creeping through my house?” Kiam’s bass boomed through the bathroom commanding her attention.

  Faydrah turned the corner to see him standing in the tub with water dripping from his sexy chocolate frame. She was speechless as her eyes danced over his body taking in all of his splendor as if seeing it for the first time.

  “I’m not sneaking,” she managed to say a little over a whisper.

  “Grab that towel and come dry me off,” he ordered now letting his e
yes roam over her body as she moved to the towel rack. The clingy material of her skirt hugged her ass deliciously and the sheer material of her blouse accented her breasts causing his dick to semi rock.

  Faydrah grabbed the thick towel and came to the side of the tub. She could hear Miguel playing from the other room and all of her emotion came rushing to the surface.

  “I missed you,” she uttered as she began to run the towel over his wet skin.

  “How much?” Kiam asked, looking at her like she was his next meal.

  “Enough to drop my guard and let you lead,” she responded as she ran the towel between his legs and down his shaft.

  “You sure about that?” he reached out and began unbuttoning her blouse, easing it off of her shoulders then letting it fall to the floor.

  “Yes.” she mumbled as she felt him unsnap her bra and free her luscious breasts.

  Stepping out the tub he pulled her in his arms. It was time to make her submit to his authority.

  “Kiam we need to talk,” she tried to protest as he walked her fast to their bed.

  “I’m about to talk to you right now.” He sunk his teeth into her neck and sucked as he pulled at her skirt causing it to fall to her ankles. A split second later her panties followed.

  “Baby,” she moaned as his mouth covered her nipple heating up her whole body.

  “Yes,” he answered between hot passionate kisses.

  Kiam reached up grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head all the way back biting and sucking her neck and collar bone. Sliding his hand between her thighs he caused her clit to throb and her pussy to cream. Her pulsating lips was screaming for relief and he was about to give it to her.

  Everything was moving fast even the room felt as if it was spinning. Faydrah rested her hands on his shoulders to keep balance as he continued to set her on fire.

  When he looked down into the slits of her eyes he knew it was time. He pushed her back onto the bed, grabbed her ankles and guided her onto her stomach. He positioned himself behind ready to do damage.

  “Baby be gentle,” she moaned.

  Kiam blocked that shit right out as he pushed all those inches in hard and fast. Each stroke had meaning and her deep moans confirmed she was getting the point. He pulled her back into his thrust sliding in and out of her wetness with familiarity.

  Faydrah’s moans filled the room caressing his ears. “I need you to ride for me baby,” he grunted breaking down any resistance that may have remained.

  “I’ma ride Kiam,” she submitted.

  “You gotta let me lead ma,” he grunted, gripping her tightly and showing no mercy.

  “Kiam,” she cried out reaching back to slow his push.

  “Move your hand.” He lowered himself right on top of her back forcing her legs as wide as they would go.

  Faydrah gripped the sheets as he stroked long and deep. “I need you to do what I tell you,” he whispered in her ear as her thrusts punctuated his words.

  “I will Kiam. I will,” she cried as hit that spot that made her yield to his commands. Faydrah’s body began to shake with each and every long, hard stroke.

  From the pushup position he was in over her Kiam sucked on her neck and went deeper inside as Faydrah moved her waist intensifying their pleasure. She grinded her ass up to meet his power and the sensation that came over her mad her cry out his name. Faydrah came long and hard then lay flatly across the bed.

  Kiam continued to stroke, bringing his long thick pipe out to the head then sliding it all the way back in nice and slow.

  “Baby you gotta trust me, I got you,” he spoke softly as he placed kisses on her shoulders. “You know I will love you forever.” Kiam stroked from side to side guided by the moans that left her lips. “Didn’t I tell you this pussy was going to be in trouble when you gave it to me?” he taunted picking up a little speed.

  Faydrah was unable to speak she nodded her head and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt another orgasm coming on strong.

  “What’s that I’m hitting?” He pushed in and grinded deep inside her.

  “Baby, that’s my spot,” she muttered.

  “Mmmm. Wet this dick,” he grunted in her ear. Faydrah released all her hot and sticky love.

  Kiam looked down at his dick glistening with her juices as he pulled out. Flipping her over onto her back he climbed back in his favorite spot and gave her pleasure in the place of pain. He continued to please her from one position to the next until she couldn’t take anymore. Kiam came inside of her then laid on his back with his arm around her. He was content, he had just made his position in their relationship clear. He was boss and she could follow but she wasn’t going to be running shit.

  Faydrah laid peacefully on top of Kiam with her head on his chest.

  “Baby I think you broke your pussy,” she mumbled, causing Kiam to chuckle.

  “She’ll be a’ight and you better be good.”

  “I don’t have no other choice. You have me one hundred percent.”

  Kiam stroked her hair. “Don’t worry I got you.”

  “I know you got me. And I got you. No matter what baby I got your back. But I will say this, I don’t trust those bitches you roll with. And I promise you if they cause you any pain. I will hunt down and kill every one of those bitches and I won’t lose no sleep.”

  “So you a killah now?” he teased.

  “Only for you,” she said and put her hand on his chest.

  “Baby I need you as far away from this life as possible. But you're my eyes and if you see something coming for me handle your business and I got your back one hundred percent.”

  Kiam knew very well that Faydrah was not that bitch you fuck with. She had moved on up but had not forgot where she came from and he knew that if it came down to it she was just as dangerous with a gun in her hands as he was.

  Faydrah laid in his arms as she began to fade to sleep. Her heart was with Kiam but her mind was still trying to come to terms with the fact that she had just surrendered her whole self, mind, body and soul.

  Chapter 14

  Cliqued Up and Dangerous

  JuJu's mind, body and soul was invested in the game and the mission that Kiam had laid out for him. He stood in the center of the sparsely furnished living room looking back and forth at two faces that were identical. His arms swung out to the sides as if they contained adrenaline that moved through them like currents of electricity threatening to leap out the tips of his fingers like bolts of lightning. “I'm hyped like a muthafucka,” he proclaimed. “With y'all niggas rolling with the team the streets are about to spread its legs wide open and get fucked raw dog!”

  The twins, Isaiah and Isaac, sat on the worn down couch watching and listening to him intently. JuJu was the little cousin who had always had big dreams. They had heard him talk about ruling the streets from the time he jumped off of the porch at eleven years old and started pitching rocks.

  The twins' mother and JuJu's mom were sisters. She had taken JuJu in after his own mother caught thirty years in the Feds for a string of bank robberies that her and JuJu's pops pulled. Though JuJu was their first cousin he was more like a little brother because the three of them had been raised up under the same roof.

  Isaiah, who was 6'2, 235 pounds, and blueberry black with pearly white teeth cracked a half smile as he listened to JuJu talk like they had already accepted his offer. He knew that his little cousin was turnt up and ready to get to the money now but he needed a little more convincing before he'd take his tool off the shelf and cause mother's to weep.

  Isaac on the other hand had already decided that he wanted to get down with the move. He had been hearing Kiam's name ringing all over town and he wanted to associate himself with a nigga of that caliber. He could hardly believe that his little cuz was offering them a chance to roll with an official ass team and all they would have to do to earn their stripes was put some niggas in the dirt. Sheeiit, that was like paying a dog to bark. Isaac thought to himself as he rubbed his thick
Rick Ross-like beard; it was the only feature that distinguished him from his brother.

  JuJu cut his eyes back to Isaiah since he was the one hedging on getting down and no matter what, the twins would move as one. “Like I told y'all, my nigga is about his business, one hunnid,” JuJu went on speaking about Kiam. “Ain't nobody starving on his watch, we all eating good.”

  He reached in his pockets and pulled out racks on racks then let his eyes roam around the apartment that the brothers shared. Besides the worn leather sofa there was a matching loveseat in equally tattered condition, a tired ass 54-inch flat screen, an X box, and carpet that was as thin as toilet paper. With both fists full of money JuJu spread his arms out and challenged, “Cuz, you like living like this? C'mon, Bleed, you can't bring no boss bitch up in this tore up muthafucka. It's time to step your game up. That little punk ass money y'all making selling weed ain't nothing compared to this.”

  JuJu tossed the bands in Isaiah's lap and folded his arms across his chest while he awaited his decision.

  Those dea white men was calling Isaiah's name. He was a few weeks away from turning 25 years old and his pockets still weren't grown up. He looked around the room and wasn't impressed with nothing that he had accomplished so far. JuJu saw the hunger in his eyes. “And a child shall lead the way,” he quoted from the Scriptures.

  Isaiah nodded and looked towards his twin. “I'm down,” Isaac replied without hesitation.

  JuJu smiled and reached down inside the duffel bag that laid at his feet. He started pulling out black hoodies and gloves, tossing them to Isaiah and Isaac. Then he brought out those thangs that sent healthy niggas to the morgue.

  Isaac's eyes lit up when JuJu passed him a Desert Eagle with a rubber grip. “This is that beast,” he exclaimed, caressing the gun fondly.

  JuJu handed Isaiah a fo-fo with a homemade extended clip. “Cause I know you like to squeeze that trigger non-stop,” he said, recalling an incident a few years back where they had crushed two dudes on MLK. Isaiah had stood over one of their victims and dispassionately pumped sixteen shots in his chest.