Levels to the Game, page 2
part #2 of Traphouse King Series
My fists were unforgiving as they smashed into his cheeks until his face was swollen and pink. I got off the bed and extended my gun. "Despite all the heartache and pain you've caused this family, I still love you, old man. Never forget that."
He sat up further in the bed, struggling to breathe. His face looked as if it had been stung by a million bumble bees. He slurped in the blood from his puffy lips and exhaled. "I'll make it up to you, son. I promise. You'll be filthy rich when it’s all said and done. You have my word on that. Now, shoot."
I didn't know what he meant by all of that at the time, but it wouldn't take long for me to find out. I aimed and fired three times, trying my best to hit the target where he'd ordered me to shoot him.
Boom. Boom. Boom. His body jerked forward and then backward three times before he fell on to his side and off the bed, right next to his cell phone that I'd strategically placed there. Finally, I ran out of the house after I wiped the handle of the gun clean and left it in the hallway like he'd told me too.
Chapter 2
"Nigga, you get a hundred and fifty thousand, and fifteen birds. Now if that ain’t a muthafuckin come up, I don't know what is!" Paper hollered, popping the cork on his Ace of Spades. The bubbles spilled over his hand. He stopped and sucked them off before dancing with his head tilted backward. "We finna get this money!" he exclaimed.
Aaliyah adjusted herself on my lap, rubbed her cheek against mine before kissing it softly. "That is a lot of money, baby. Soon as you handle this shit with Ken, then I think you should hit the ground running. I got a few hoes I know will help push that product for you, too."
I nodded. " Shit, we got so much work now that you can bring together your own lil’ female crew, and we can really expand the way we're supposed to. It’s time to get rich. I gotta game plan that won't fail."
She kissed my cheek again. "I'll do whatever you want me to do. All you gotta do is guide me. That’s what this shit is all about." She kissed my cheek again as Paper came over and handed her a bottle of champagne. She took off the seal then struggled with the cork, handing the bottle to me.
Thuck! I popped it and allowed the bubbles to fizz over my fingers before handing it to her. "Here you go, ma." I watched as she turned it up. "Paper, before we hit the ground running, you know we gotta handle this business with Ken for her. A deal is a deal," I said standing up and allowing Aaliyah to take my seat. I grabbed my pistol off the table and put it into the small of my back. It was a habit of mine.
Aaliyah had been sold to Ken by her mother when she was only seventeen years old, and he didn't waste any time going in on her and putting her out on the track. Ken was a well-known pimp all throughout the city and surrounding states. He specialized in the selling of young females.
One day, Ken had sent Aaliyah and his bottom bitch, by the name of Meeka, out to work the busy avenue of Lisbon when a few white dudes pulled up and wanted to have unprotected sex with Aaliyah, and she wasn't with it. Then, Meeka tried to force her to do it anyway. Long story short, Aaliyah and Meeka got into a fight in the alley, right off the busy street, and Aaliyah would wind up stabbing Meeka to death. When I rolled up on her, she was just running away from the murder scene. A murder scene that I'd helped her to escape. It and her pimp, Ken.
In the motel where I put her up, we'd made a deal. In exchange for her putting me up on a lick that would help me bully my way into the dope game, I would kill Ken. The man that had already murdered her mother in cold blood.
Paper took a long swallow from his bottle. "Nigga, after all this bread that shorty put us up on, I'm down to do whatever. All you gotta let me know is what’s really good. We can body that nigga tonight if need be. What you think, Aaliyah?"
She lowered her head and shrugged before looking up at me. "He run the show. So, whatever he say do is cool by me, just as long as y’all handle that business soon. I can't have this nigga tracking me down and killing me. I'm too young to die." Though it sounded like a joke, I could see that she was dead serious.
I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and shook my head. "Fuck that nigga Ken. Ain’t nobody gon' put they hands on you no more. That’s my word. You brought us all this shit, that mean that you're a part of this empire that we're about to build from the ground up."
Paper nodded. “If the homey screaming that type of shit, then that mean that I'm riding with you, too. So, give me a hug so we can seal this bond." He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her up and into his embrace. "Damn, you smell good." He closed his eyes and sniffed at the top of her head.
She tried to wiggle out of his embrace, but Paper tightened his grip, then trailed his hands down to her ass.
When he cuffed her cheeks, Aaliyah stood on her tippy toes. "Let me go, Paper, that shit ain’t cool." She beat at his chest.
I broke them apart and pulled her arm until she was behind me. Then, I mugged the shit out of my right-hand man. "Look, bruh, she been through enough in life with rotten ass, rapist type niggas. We ain’t gon' treat her like that. In this empire, she gon' be treated like a queen; you understand me?" I asked, curling my upper lip.
It wasn't that I was down to fight my nigga over Aaliyah because Paper was like my brother. I wasn't about to stand by and watch him treat her like she was trash or something just because of her past profession. In my eyes, we were all in the streets one way or the other, so it wasn't for any of us to judge the other. We had to operate like a family. Respect had to be law, and that was that. No matter if she was a female or not.
Paper looked me deep into the eyes then lowered his own as if he couldn't believe what I was saying. "Bruh, what? You trying to save this bitch or somethin’? When we start doing shit like that?" He set his bottle on the table and stepped within arm’s reach of me. I noticed his nostrils flaring.
I could tell that he was heated and maybe even a lil’ hurt because I had never stood up for any female when he came at them as reckless as he'd done her.
I shook my head. "Chill that shit out, nigga, and listen to what I'm saying. She is the reason that we got all this shit. Her. The least we can do is give her some respect, loyalty, something, my nigga. I ain’t telling you to stop being you. Fuck them other hoes out there, but within this empire, she gon' be our queen. That’s all there is to it. Every organization got one, and she's ours."
We looked at each other for a long time before Aaliyah got up the nerve to come from behind me and separate us. She turned to Paper. "Look, Paper, I can tell that you like me, and that’s cool. Just come at me with a lil’ respect and ain’t no tellin’ what can transpire. I mean we're all grown here, right?" she asked him, smiling.
Paper looked into her pretty face, and just like I often did, he melted. "Yo, I'm tripping," he said smiling, and pulling her into his arms. "That’s my bad. I ain’t ever gave a fuck about no bitch, so it’s gon' be new to me. But I can try my best to understand where the homey coming from. Y’all just be patient with me. But, please, let me grab this big ass one more time, with your consent, of course." He licked his lips at her.
Aaliyah popped back on her thick legs and looked over her shoulder at me. "What you say, daddy? You know I run under you now, so what’s good?"
I looked over to paper and he had this crazy ass pleading look in his eyes that made me want to laugh. I nodded. "It’s good, lil’ mama. Let the homey feel what our queen is working with."
Paper didn't waste no time. He trailed his big hands from her waist onto the small of her back, then down to her fat ass cheeks that were covered by some tight Prada denims that acted as a second skin. He cuffed her ass cheeks, lifting her a little bit. He leaned into her neck and sucked on the thick vein there, causing her to moan out loud.
"Okay, Paper, that’s enough. Ooh, that’s enough, boy, stop."
Paper seemed to ignore her, even as she tried to push him away. He ran his hand between her legs from the back, rubbing her monkey, pressing his fingers into the jeans so he could feel it better. "Damn, this muhufucka fat, Aaliyah. You gotta let me hit this shit. Seriously, what’s good with it?" He pulled her closer to him and kissed her juicy lips, licking all over them, then sucking them into his mouth.
She shook her head. "N’all. Stop." She moaned, out of breath, kissing him back.
Paper reached between them and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them midway down her thighs. He exposed her thick, brown ass cheeks. They jiggled every time she moved. Then his hands were all over them— pulling them apart. The G-string that separated the globes did very little to shield her nakedness.
Paper sucked on her neck again, moving his hand in between the front of them, trying to go inside of her panties. I really didn't know what to do because on one hand she was saying that she wanted him to stop, but then she kept on kissing him back, and moaning into his mouth. So, I was confused.
"Aaliyah, you good?" I asked.
Paper pressed her up against the wall, dropped down in front of her and yanked her panties down to her ankles. He forced her thighs wide apart and stuck his face in her gap, slurping loudly at her pussy.
"Uhhh! Rich!" She closed her eyes and tilted her head backward. "What is he doing to me?" she moaned.
Paper picked up her left leg and placed it on his shoulder while he ate her pussy like a lesbian. She grabbed a hold of his head and forced it into her box, and it didn't stop Paper from licking up and down her crease and sucking her sex lips into his mouth loudly. He took two fingers and ran them in and out of her box at full speed. I could smell the scent of the soap that she used to keep her kitty fresh. It wafted into the air, along with a hint of her natural pussy's odor. The scent caused my dick to get as hard as a brick.
"Un! Un! Un! Un! Shit, Paper. You gotta stop," she moaned, grabbing the back of his head and riding his face faster and faster. Her thighs jiggled, and her nipples were poking through her Prada blouse so severe that it looked as if they were trying to come through it. She slowly opened her eyes and looked out at me. "I want you too, Rich. Please. I want some of you, too." She humped his face faster and faster.
Paper ran three fingers up her pussy hole. His wrist was a blur. Then, I watched him open her sex lips as wide as they would go, before he sucked her clit into his mouth and nipped at it with his teeth until she was coming all over his face in strong jerks.
"Uh! Uh! Uhhhh!" she screamed and fell forward into him.
Paper was on one knee, going to town on her for another two minutes. Then, he bent her over the chair that we'd been sitting in and took a rubber out of his pocket, tearing it with his teeth, before sliding it over his penis. "I'm finna fuck the shit out of this pussy. This our queen. I'm cool with that." He slapped her on the ass, hard.
"Uh! Just come on, Paper, before I change my mind. Rich, get over here and let me suck that dick, baby," she said, reaching out for me as she bent forward so Paper could get into position.
My dick was throbbing. I ain’t gon' even lie. I wanted to fuck her just as bad as Paper did, but it was something in me that felt like it wasn't right. I felt like she was just doing this because she wanted us to accept her, and for me it wasn't about that. I genuinely appreciated her putting us up on that lick with my father, and I understood her past. So, the sexual thing wasn't a priority. I just wanted for me and her to be cool.
But I played it off and laughed. "Nah, ma. Let Paper handle his business, then we'll see what’s good after that."
She shook her head and started to get up. "Then fuck that, Rich. If you ain’t gon' let me have some part of you, then I ain’t doing shit, because I belong to you now." She stood up and pushed Paper away from her, exposing her pussy to my view.
The lips were thick and heavily engorged. They had light traces of pussy juice all over them. There was also a nice amount trailing down her thighs. All of it was a turn on for me, but I was trying to stand my ground.
Paper mugged the shit out of me with anger. His dick laid up against his belly, jerking from need. "Man, come on, bruh. You said she our queen. Shit, you don't think Birdman and Wayne be fucking the shit out of Nicki?" He sucked his teeth loudly.
Aaliyah looked into my eyes and seemed as if she felt a little guilty for what she'd done. "Rich, if I'm bogus just tell me. I thought you'd want me to please y’all. You know, like a queen is supposed to." She lowered her head.
Paper rubbed his hard dick all over her ass cheeks, reached around and grabbed a handful of both of her titties. She moaned out loud and tilted her head back into him. "Let me hit this pussy, Aaliyah. I'm one of the kings, too, so I got a say so in what takes place with you too, ma." He kneeled just a little bit, took his head and placed it on her sex lips.
They spread, ready to accommodate him while he pulled her thick ass cheeks apart.
"Just let me hold your dick then, Rich, while he fucks me. I don't have to suck it or nothing like that. I just need you to know that I'm doing this because of you. I submit to you now, daddy. Okay?" She reached forward and pulled me to her by use of my Ferragamo belt. Once close enough, she unbuckled my pants, reached inside of them and grabbed my hard dick out. "Damn, I knew you was strapped." She stroked me, sniffing the big head. "Uh! Shit."
Paper slid into her pussy and started to fuck her so hard that I thought he was trying to hurt her. He pinned his eyes on her pussy from the back, going to town. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. He clenched his teeth, moaning deep within his throat. "Arrgh, this shit good, Rich!"
"Un, un, un, un, yes, fuck me! Rich. He fucking me! Un, un. So hard!" She bounced back into him again and again, while her titties shook inside of her blouse with both nipples poking at the fabric. She continued to sniff my pipe, rubbing it all around her pretty face while Paper pounded her out like a mad man.
He fucked her for a full hour, ending by putting her legs over his shoulders and slamming into her while she screamed at the top of her lungs. The whole scene had me feeling some type of way. I wanted to get involved so bad, but the man in me wouldn't allow it. I had too much respect for her and I couldn't help her.
After they got done, Aaliyah went and showered again. When she came out, Paper went inside so he could do his thing. I was loading my money and dope into a duffle bag, so I could transport it to Andrea's house. I couldn't wait to get there so I could get me some pussy for the night. I didn't give a fuck if she was sleep. I was waking her ass up because I had to get right.
Aaliyah walked up to me, putting her hair into a curly ponytail. She was about a foot away when she stopped and looked up at me. "Rich, can I ask you a question?"
I continued to stuff bundle after bundle of cash into my bag before I zipped it up and dropped it to the floor. Then I turned and looked down on her. "What’s good, Aaliyah?"
She looked into my eyes and exhaled. "Did you not want to do nothing back there because you think I'm gross or somethin’? Be honest. I guess I could understand that with all things considered." She lowered her head for a moment then slowly looked back up to me.
I smiled, took my hand and gripped the side of her face with it before pulling her into me, kissing her on the forehead. "Queen, it ain’t ever nothin’ like that. You're my ace and I'm just as attracted to you as Paper is. I just respect you a lil’ more, that’s all. I know everybody been telling you that sex is the only way for people to love and respect you your whole life, and that ain’t the truth. I don't want us to have that kind of a relationship. I need for us to be deeper than that. I want you to be my equal. Like my sister. That’s all that is. You could never be gross to me, ma. I got a whole lot of love for you already. That’s my word." I held her tight and kissed her lips, running my fingers along her side burns, then smiled at her.
She bit into her lower lip before tears started to run down her brown cheeks. "I've never had a man to treat me the way that you do, Rich. You make me feel so weak all the time, and all I want to do is please you and be with you forever. Please don't stop caring about me because I need you. I need your love and affection. It’s the only thing that’s keeping me going, Rich. Do you hear me?" she asked, looking into my hazel eyes.
I nodded, then kissed her on the forehead. "I got you, boo. Trust and believe that." I wrapped my arms around her, holding her as she continued to cry into my chest. No matter what took place, I was gon' make sure that I was there for her against all odds. Other than me, she ain’t really have nobody to lean on, so I started to see her as the filling to the hole that my precious mother had left within me. I had to hold her down.
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When I got to the crib, Andrea was laying in the bed snoring lightly. I came into the room, took off my clothes and climbed under the sheet, taking her gown and forcing it above her waist as I pulled my dick out. I knew that she rarely ever slept with any panties on, and that night was one of the nights that she'd neglected to do so. I placed her right thigh onto my forearm, sucked the side of her neck, lined my dick up, and slid deep into her womb, feeling her heat sear me. Like usual, she was already just a little wet.
"Unn-a, Rich. What you doing, baby?" She tried to look over her shoulder at me.
I attacked the back of her neck and drove into her with force. My eyes were closed tightly, imagining Aaliyah's pussy, remembering how fat and puffy it was, and the way the juices leaked out of it and on to her thick thighs. "Umm, Andrea. Give me this pussy, ma. Let me beat this shit in!" I growled, fucking her hard as we laid on our sides. My dick shot in and out of her at full speed.
She tried to sit up, throwing her big booty back into me. "Fuck me, Rich. Fuck this pussy, lil’ daddy. Unn, yes, I love it! Fuck me harder, Rich! Hard as you can, daddy. Unnn-a, fuck!" She hollered as I drove into her with anger. Her thick thighs jiggled just as much as Aaliyah's had. They were both strapped with bodies to die for.
I got on to my knees while she continued to lay on her side, took her right leg and placed it on my shoulders so I could dig deep into her pussy. My pipe stretched her hole wide. Its juices poured out of her and onto my balls, already.
