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CHAPTER 16

EARTH

“You think you can get me out?” I asked Nine, and he grunted. “For real, nigga, this shit is annoying.”

“No, what’s annoying is your punk ass brother who thinks everything is a damn joke. Between him and Krude, I feel like I have been sitting in the middle of a damn comedy show.”

“You need to laugh, nigga,” Krude said, patting him on the back. I watched them through the front door and shook my head. “It ain't my fault you don’t know good jokes when you hear them.”

“You’re the damn joke, Krude,” Nine replied, and I laughed.

“Get some pussy already.” Krude sighed and shook his head. “And hurry the fuck up, I gotta pee!”

“Nigga, rush me again.” Nine looked up from his phone and mugged Krude. “I swear on everything I love, I’ll shoot your ass.”

“Shoot me then, nigga, ’cause I’m going to rush you until we in the house!” Krude yelled, throwing his hands in the air. “I’m an open target! Blast the fuck off!”

“Krude!” I hit the door to get his attention, and he looked at me with a smirk on his face. “Leave that nigga alone before I break your damn jaw, nigga.”

“How the fuck you gonna do that if you locked in that bitch?” he questioned as he dropped his arms. “Nigga, you are in there.” He pointed to the house. “I’m out here!” He pointed to his surroundings. “We are not the same!”

The alarm disengaging echoed through the house, and I unlocked the doors. “What the fuck you say?” I questioned as I stepped out of the house. “Repeat it for me.”

“Nigga, I’m not scared of you!” Krude laughed. “I’ll say that shit again!” He took off running, pushing me aside to get in the house. “After I pee. The baby is killing my bladder!” He made it about six steps in before turning around and facing me. “Where the fuck is the bathroom?”

“Down the hallway to the right,” I answered with a laugh.

“Appreciate it!” he replied, then disappeared into the house.

“I swear I hate taking that nigga places,” Nine said, shaking his head.

“Yet you do every time,” I said, then dapped him and Fire up.

“I’m gonna stop one day,” Nine grunted, making me laugh harder.

We made our way into the house.

“Alright, bitch ass nigga, who the fuck we gotta kill for this shit?” Fire questioned as he looked around McCoy’s house. “I mean, this ain’t a bad look when it comes to being locked away, but that’s beside the point. They gotta answer for this shit.”

“I got this shit on lock,” I answered with a laugh as I sat. Krude made himself comfortable on the other couch with a fruit bowl and started flipping through the apps. Nine stood off to the side, shaking his head, and Fire sat across from me, already in go mode. “I need y'all for something else.”

“What’s that?” Fire questioned. His locs hung over his face like a curtain, but I could see the slight smirk on his face.

“Jamel finally started showing his face again,” I said, and Fire nodded. “I wanna snatch his ass and make him suffer.” He’d been waiting for the go since Prince was killed.

“What you got in mind?” Fire asked, rearing back. “I can have somebody snatch him up tonight with no questions asked.”

“Nah,” I said, shaking my head. “I want that nigga to sweat. A one-hit kind of move won’t do it. I want this shit to be torture.”

“Why?” Nine asked. “You been putting the brakes on anyone going after him since Prince was killed. What the fuck are you waiting on?”

“Her,” I answered, nodding at McCoy as she walked through the front door. Her steps faltered at the sight of Fire, Krude, and Nine in her house, but she squared her shoulders and stared me down. The boss in her wouldn’t let them see her as weak, and I loved that. I knew this shit would be a surprise to her. I had plans for her, especially after seeing that bruise on her face last night and putting my dick in her. This shit was now beyond him killing my boy—he’d touched my wife.

“Well, shit,” Fire said lowly, causing me to chuckle. “I get it now, nigga.”

“What’s good, fam?” Krude said to her, then popped a grape into his mouth. “Yo’ spot nice.”

“Thank you,” McCoy replied, then turned to look at me. Her dark brown eyes sparkled with questions, and I shook my head. My friends and family didn’t move like most niggas. They didn’t take minutes, hours, days, or weeks to figure out if they fucked with you. It took seconds. They moved off energy, and even though I knew McCoy was silently questioning me, they watched her to see how she moved. Her energy in those brief seconds determined how they moved, and since they were all relaxed, I knew she was good. “Earth?”

“That’s Krude,” I said, nodding to Krude, who threw his hand up but kept watching The Lion King II as if he wasn’t a grown- ass man. “Beside you is Nine.” Nine nodded with a smirk on his face. “And that’s Fire. The one who would’ve killed everybody without a second thought.” Fire stood, walked over to her, and put his hand out.

“Not one thought, shorty,” he said, shaking her hand. “You got the right brother.”

“The fuck you mean, got the right brother?” Krude asked as he paused the TV and turned to face us. “She went looking for you or something?”

“She had me snatched,” I answered, knowing Krude would have a field day with the information. “In broad daylight.”

“Get the fuck outta here! I was just joking about that shit earlier!” he yelled. “She’s little as fuck, nigga! How did she get your big ass?” He slid off the couch, laughing the entire time. “I swear on everything, I’m callin’ the fam! You are never living this shit down!”

“It’s cool.” I shrugged. “Ay, come here, Coy. Let me holla at you.”

“Make yourself at home,” McCoy said to the fellas, and they all nodded.

“Legit, we are, but don’t worry, I won’t break shit!” Krude yelled as we made our way to the kitchen.

“Talk to me,” I said, leaning against the counter and crossing my arms over my chest.

“How did they get into my house?” she asked, setting her purse on the counter.

“Nine,” I answered with a shrug. She already knew that he was good with computers so there was no need to explain any further.

“And your brother?”

“Fire goes where I go.”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I mean, how is he handling all this?”

“Fire cool.” I wiped my hands over my mouth. I liked the fact that she was worried about my family.

“Why are they here?” She washed her hands at the sink and then started grabbing food from the fridge to start cooking. I noticed she used cooking to escape when she was about to overthink a situation. “We had an agreement. You stay hidden, your family does what they need to do, and once Jamel is dead, I’ll let you go.”

“Change of plans,” I said, shaking my head. McCoy’s eyes locked on me, and I saw the tears forming. “We’re still going to kill that nigga, but this hiding shit is dead. We are doing this shit my way.”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “We have a plan.”

“We got a new one.”

“No!” She slammed her hand on the counter. “We have to do this my way!”

“Nah, that's not happening, Coy,” I told her. I got that she needed this control, but this shit was moving too slow for me. Jamel was putting his hands on her without a second thought, and in public, which let me know this nigga didn’t give a fuck. The last thing I would ever be able to live with was him killing her, and I was locked in her house with no way out.

“Damn it, Earth!”

I walked over to her, closing the space between us, and pulled her close. “Chill, and let me handle this,” I said into her ear. “I wouldn’t do shit to have you out here looking crazy and won't shit be linked back to you. You wanted a killer in your corner, and you got it. Now, let me do what I do.”

McCoy turned around and stared up at me. Tears pooled in her eyes, and when she blinked, they slowly fell. “I’m scared,” she softly replied, and I nodded.

A big piece of me wanted to scream at the top of my lungs that she didn’t have shit to fear, but I knew that wouldn’t do shit. McCoy needed action; she’d never had a nigga in her corner who was legit just there for her. I didn’t want anything from her but her heart, but I knew I had to prove that.

“You asked me to trust you in the beginning of all this and now it’s my turn to ask the same of you,” I said, wiping her tears. “You’ve been through enough and now that shit is over. I’m not gonna lie to you and say I knew from jump you were ready to leave Jamel, but I see that shit now. You’ve made the first step and now it’s on me to finish it. I won’t move without you knowing first, okay?” She nodded, and I chuckled. “Nah, Coy, open your mouth. Is that cool?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding.

“Cool.” I dropped a kiss on her lips and let her go. “Let me go talk to these niggas real quick, then I’ll be back.”

“Oh, we're about to get put out,” Krude said as soon as I walked into the living room. “I've seen that look before. I’ve had that look before.”

“Nigga, what?” Fire questioned, looking up from his phone. He took one look at me, laughed, and stood up. “Never mind, you're right.”

“I know,” Krude said without looking up from the TV. “Let me hear my song real fast, then we can head out.”

“Your song?” Nine questioned. “It’s a fuckin’ Disney movie!”

“ Deception! Disgrace! ” Krude started singing, ignoring Nine. He turned the TV up as loud as possible and dropped the remote on the couch. “ Evil as plain as the scar on his face! ”

“I swear I hate this nigga,” Nine said, shaking his head. “I’m calling Ex and tellin’ him to get another DeCorte to keep me company so he knows I haven’t killed his damn cousin yet.”

Fire started to laugh and headed toward the door.

“ He asked for trouble the moment he came! Deception! An outrage! Disgrace! For shame! You know these outsider types. Evil as plain as the scar on his face. See you later, agitator! ” Krude walked out of the living room, singing at the top of his lungs.

“That nigga is wild,” Fire said as he dapped me up. We pulled each other into a hug and then let go. “Let me know what you need me to do.”

“I will.” I dapped him up again, loving that even though I knew my brother wasn’t 100 percent sure what I was doing, he didn’t hesitate to back me up.

“She's fine, though,” Fire said, nodding toward the kitchen. “I knew you had taste.”

“Get the fuck out, nigga,” I said, pushing him toward the door as we laughed.

“Call Mama and tell her you're good,” Fire said once we were at the door. “She has been stressing and shit, and you know how that fucks with her sickle cell.”

“I’ll call her tonight,” I said.

“Nah, go see her,” Fire said, shaking his head. “Bring her with you, too, so she knows this wasn’t no bullshit and Shorty legit. She gonna have to deal with Mama and Breeze.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Alright,” Fire agreed. “Call me so we can get this shit together.”

“In the AM. I gotta handle this shit with her.”

“Oh yeah, I heard her yellin’ at yo’ ass.” Fire laughed. “You in trouble.”

“Fuck you, nigga,” I said, then closed the glass door in his face before he could respond.

Fire laughed and flipped me off before walking to Nine’s truck and getting in. I didn’t move from my spot until they pulled off, and the alarm system alerted me it had been re-engaged.

Laughing, I went back to the kitchen to find it empty. The oven was on, and I smelled something cooking, but I didn’t open it to see what it was. I flipped off the light and headed to McCoy’s office, only to find it empty. Surprised, I made my way to her room. Her phone rang from the bathroom, but I didn’t attempt to move. The shower was cut off just as I sat on the end of the bed and waited for her to come out.

“No, Lynx.” She sighed as she grabbed the jar of body butter off the end table next to her bed. “I can’t do lunch tomorrow. I need to handle something here.” She dropped her towel, and I bit into my bottom lip to keep from groaning. Her body was perfect. She had thick thighs, a fat ass, big ass titties, more than likely a G cup, and her stomach had a little pudge just like I loved. Even the scars and bruises couldn’t take away from how bad she was.

When I grunted, her eyes locked on me through the mirror. I stood, not giving a fuck that she was on the phone. Her best friend was about to hear her get dicked the fuck down.

“Lynx, I’m not hiding anything from you,” McCoy said as I stepped behind her. I pressed my body against her, my back to her front, and buried my face in her neck. I knew she could feel how hard my dick was, and when she pushed her ass back some, I chuckled. I backed up, then lowered to the ground and turned her around. I kissed each scar on her front before turning her around again and kissing all the wounds and bruises on her back. I stood and wrapped my arms around her as I bit into her neck. My fingers found her pussy, and she was so damn hot and wet, I groaned when I stuck them inside of her. McCoy’s breath hitched as I pressed into her clit. “Nothing is wrong.”

“You better not fuckin’ scream ’til I tell you to,” I said into her ear, then kissed it. McCoy nodded as I pulled my fingers from her pussy and stuck them in her mouth. I watched her through the mirror as she sucked her juices off my fingers. “Get the fuck off the phone unless you want your best friend to hear you get the best dick you’ve ever had.”

“Let me call you back, Lynx,” she said, then hung up without letting her reply.

I stepped back, pushed her forward, and smacked her ass. I dropped my shorts and boxer briefs and lined myself up. I thought her pussy was hot on my fingers, but feeling it on the tip of my dick, upped it to another level.

“Fuck!” McCoy yelled as I slammed into her. She dropped her phone on the dresser and gripped its edge. “Oh, my fuckin’ goodness! Damn it, Earth!”

“Shut that shit up!” I groaned as I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it so that she had to look at me through the mirror. “I told yo’ ass not to scream until I told you to!” I pushed into her harder, knocking into her body with so much force, the mirror slammed into the wall.

“Earth!” she moaned.

Her pussy clamped down on my dick so hard, I had to stop moving for a second or I was going to nut. I stared at her through the mirror. The bruise on her face was starting to form, and the shit pissed me off. “I’ma kill that nigga myself, you understand me?” I pulled out of McCoy and slapped my dick against her pussy. She was dripping wet; my dick was coated with her cream. I slammed back into her, making her scream again. “Yeah, this pussy is mine. Fuck that nigga Jamel. Matter of fact, fuck his entire family. You belong to me, McCoy, do you understand?”

“Yes!” She moaned as she threw her ass back.

“Say it then!” I grabbed her leg, lifted it, and set it on the dresser to give me better access to her pussy. “Say this shit is mine! Say you belong to me!”

“I’m yours!”

“Nah,” I taunted as I cupped her pussy and pressed into her clit. “Scream that shit for the world to hear!” I slammed harder into her pussy. “Say I belong to Earth Marcel Carlson! The head of DBB! I’m his fuckin’ woman now! I run the nigga that runs DBB!”

“I belong to Earth Marcel Carlson.” She sobbed as I fucked her. I wasn’t letting up. She was going to scream my fucking name because she was mine.

“What the fuck else, McCoy?” I smacked her ass, and she hissed in pleasure. “Huh, baby? What the fuck else did I tell you to say? Declare that shit!”

“I belong to Earth Marcel Carlson! The head of DBB. I’m his fuckin’ woman now! I run the nigga that runs DBB!” Her head dropped forward, and her body started to shake. Her pussy milked my dick, and I loved that shit. I was home; her pussy was my place of solitude. “Shit!”

“Yeah, baby, let this pussy cry for me!”

“I’m cummin’, Earth!” She moaned, and I pulled out of her. I grabbed her other leg, lifted her body so she was doing a handstand on the dresser, and buried my face in her pussy. The taste of her was better than I ever expected. Her pussy would forever be my favorite meal. “Earth!” She came hard, squirting into my mouth, and I drank her juices like I was dying from thirst.

I didn’t give her a chance to get herself together before I lowered her to the ground and slammed my dick back into her. “Fuck!” I groaned and shook my head. She felt tighter and wetter since cumming. “Where do you want this nut, baby?”

“Inside me!” she moaned. “Cum inside me.”

Her words were like music to my ears. My nuts tightened, and my body got hot. Even though I’d fucked raw in the past, I’d never nutted in a woman, not even last night. But I didn’t want my nut anywhere else but inside McCoy.

“Earth!” McCoy moaned. “Cum, baby!” She slammed her hand onto the dresser. “Shit! I’m cummin’ again.”

“Let that pussy cry for me, Coy,” I said as I bit into her back. “Let her cry again, and I’ll cum.”

“Shit!” she moaned as her body started to shake. I let her orgasm take over her body, then I pushed my dick fully into her and nutted, making sure she got every drop of me.

I pulled my dick out of her, hating I wasn’t still in her warmth, then grabbed her hand. “Take this fuck nigga’s ring off.” I stared down at her hand. I wasn’t going to do it for her. If she was going to ride with me, then she was going to declare that shit.

Without hesitation, she pulled the ring off her finger and dropped it on the dresser. When she looked up at me, I grabbed her around the neck and pulled her close. My lips hovered over hers, and I chuckled. “You’re mine for real, Coy. I don’t give a fuck about shit else. You belong to me.” I crashed my mouth into hers, kissing her with all the passion I’d just fucked her with.