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Angelus St. Cruz A.k.a. Cruz

“ F uuck, girl!” I hissed as this hoe Raven took my dick to the back of her throat and licked my balls with the tip of her tongue.

She had my toes curling in the Alexander McQueen sneakers on my feet, and I could feel myself already about to explode.

The encouragement only made her go harder, and she lifted her watery eyes to me as if to gloat.

Normally, that shit would’ve turned me off, but the way she was showing out on the thick eleven inches in her mouth, I had to give her a pass.

I bit back a moan as the sound of her slurping and gagging filled her room, but just as I began to feel that familiar tingle, my cell phone started ringing.

I was determined to bust my nut before I even looked at that shit though, and Raven seemed to be on the same shit because she started getting real sloppy with it.

My mind instantly drifted away from the annoying ringtone, and it eventually stopped, only to start right back up again, so I knew whoever it was blowing me up was determined.

“Shit! Don’t stop, just…make it quiet though.

” I couldn’t keep the agitation out of my voice as I lifted my phone to see my pops’s name on the screen.

Instantly, my dick began deflating because I knew he was about to start with his shit.

Contrary to what I’d said, I hadn’t been taking any steps toward getting my spot back from Julio.

In fact, I’d been doing the exact opposite, only focusing on my legit businesses and fucking off with my roster of women.

The shit was much less stressful, especially since my pops had been trying to push for me to settle down.

I thought we’d deaded that conversation, but with all of my peers suddenly wanting to be shackled down to one woman, his ass was trying to revisit it like my stance would’ve changed by now.

It didn’t help that I was still feeling some type of way about Keyani’s rejection.

I wasn’t the type of nigga that went around holding grudges with women because of what one did to me, but I was damn sure holding that shit against her.

The fact that we were both in Maasai and Avery’s wedding made it so that I was around her more than I cared to be, but I used every opportunity to show her ass what she had passed up on.

The day we’d pulled up on them after a pickup game, she was eye fucking the shit out of me until she got ahold of herself and started trying to be standoffish.

It was weird as fuck to me because she obviously wanted a nigga, but she was fighting that shit tooth and nail.

I mostly let it roll off my back, but sometimes I had to take that shit out on the next woman’s pussy.

She was likely the reason I’d been running through shorties left and right, but I wasn’t ready to admit that shit to anybody, let alone myself.

The thought of her game-playing ass had my dick softening even more, to the point that shorty noticed and looked up at me with a pout, but I was already over that shit.

I waved her off and finally answered my phone as it started ringing for the third time, preparing myself for my pops’s wrath.

“Why the fuck I feel like you’re ignoring me, mijo?” he pressed as soon as the call connected.

“Can’t be ignoring you if I answered,” I told him dryly, eyes glued to Raven’s bare ass as she strutted into the bathroom. I was hoping he’d get to whatever it was he wanted so I could get back to what the fuck I was doing, but he wasn’t trying to have that.

“Aye, don’t think I can’t still fuck you up, boy. I ain’t none of these other muthafuckas out here, I’m your father. Show me some fuckin’ respect.”

I grit my teeth to keep from groaning since I knew that would only rile him up more and tried to take some of the bite out of my tone. “I ain’t on that with you, old man, you got it.” I rushed to smooth shit over. “What you needed though?”

“I don’t need shit, pequeno cabron! Tu necesidad to saca la cabeza del culo!

” (You need to get your head out of your ass!) he snapped, and I knew once his ass started speaking in Spanish, shit was about to go left.

My face balled up, and I thumbed my nose, trying to collect myself before I forgot he was my fucking father.

He knew better than anybody that I didn’t tolerate that rah-rah shit from a soul, not even him.

“Mira como me hablas, papa. ( Watch how you talk to me papa.) I’m a man just like you, so give me the same respect.”

“Act like one then, muthafucka. I taught you that a man keeps his word and handles his business, and you ain’t been doing either,” he continued, unfazed by shit I’d said, and I couldn’t do nothing but let out a humorless chuckle.

“What the fuck happened to you taking steps to return to the head of the table? Huh? You’re getting comfortable as fuck living the civilian life, ain’t you? ”

It sounded more like an accusation than a question, so I remained silent and let him get his shit off since he was going to anyway.

We had the same conversation every time Julio’s ass told him about me slacking off, but him trying to force my hand hadn’t worked yet, and it wasn’t going to, not until I was ready anyway.

I ran a hand over my hair as he continued his rant, noting that I needed to get my shit rebraided soon, before tuning back in to the call.

“Ain’t no civilian life for you, nigga! You live and die by this shit like I raised you to, and the sooner you get that through your thick head, the better off we’ll all be.

” The lowering of his volume let me know his speech was winding down, and it was right on time because Raven had finally reentered the room.

I started to ask her if she had been in there shitting for all that time, but the fact that she hadn’t flushed the toilet stopped me.

She wasn’t nasty enough to do no shit like that, at least I hoped not, but the second I smelled even the tiniest tickle in my nose of dookie when she came my way, I was going to leave her funky booty ass right there.

Throwing me a sexy smirk, she switched past where I was sitting on the foot of her bed, and I instantly smelled the mouthwash on her, I nodded in approval.

I loved me a clean bitch. “Are you fuckin’ listening! ”

“Yeah, Papa, I’m listening, man.” I sighed, just ready to get his old ass off my phone. He was starting to nag me like a damn woman, and I wasn’t beat for that shit. If he caught me on the right day, I wouldn’t have no problem calling my OG to snitch on him.

“Good, but I need you to hear me. Get the fuck back to work, and I promise you this isn’t a suggestion or a negotiation.

If I find out you’re not doing what the fuck you’re supposed to do, you’re gonna have to see me.

” His dramatic ass hung up without warning, leaving me to think over what he’d said, but not for long.

Raven jumped into action once she realized I was no longer on the phone and came up behind me, pressing her titties into my back as she kissed my neck.

Her soft hands found their way into my lap, stroking my dick back to life, and my pops’s words drifted to the back of my mind.

I still had plenty of time to do what he said, but first, I was getting my dick wet.

A couple nights later, I was standing alongside Julio at the warehouse, waiting for a disgruntled customer.

They claimed they were missing a few of the more expensive assault rifles in their shipment, and in an effort to smooth shit over, I’d narrowed down the two niggas who had handled their delivery.

As if on cue, the one sitting closest to me woke up in a panic, grunting and trying to get out of his restraints.

“Aye, shut the fuck up and be still before you wiggle off that damn plastic!” I warned, eyeing how close he was to the edge of the tarp I had laid out. Hearing that had him growing still, as he realized what I’d said.

“Come on, Cruz man, don’t do this shit, bro!

I didn’t take that shit, I swear!” His pleading fell on deaf ears because they were definitely going to die.

They were the only niggas who had the opportunity to steal that shit, and regardless of neither of them admitting to it, that didn’t mean they weren’t guilty.

I resisted the urge to knock his ass back out, but we were so close to the customer’s arrival it wouldn’t have made sense to.

“Shut your bitch ass up,” I growled when the walkie-talkie crackled and the guards at the door let us know our guest had arrived.

Checking the time on my Patek, I nodded in approval because they were a few minutes early.

I was really trying to get this shit over with fast so Aw’sum and I could give Maasai an impromptu bachelor party.

He’d been claiming he didn’t want one, trying to act like I would’ve planned something outrageous, but I figured a couple strippers, some liquor, and some good ass Za was damn near innocent compared to other shit I’d seen niggas do for bachelor parties.

Besides, I fucked with Avery, so I wasn’t going to put him in a position to fuck up what they had going on.

I just wanted to give my boy a memorable send off.

“ Que chingados ?” Julio muttered, bringing me out of my thoughts as a thick ass shorty flanked by two buff niggas came into view.