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HIS EATER

“Foreign drugs, hallucinations is all I see. Actin’ crazy, get the police called on me !”

Toxic Punk by NBA YoungBoy blared through my office while I was getting sloppy ass head from Sparkle.

I was high as fuck off a pill and a few shots of cognac and feeling good.

Next to being on the hunt for my opps, getting my dick sucked was all I wanted to do.

Sparkle sat on the couch while I fucked her throat like it was her pussy.

She had her eyes closed, but tears fell because she was trying to keep herself from gagging.

If she gagged, there were consequences behind that.

I thrust myself deeper, slowly, trying to feel the bitch’s tonsils.

“You cheatin’ on My Heart again, huh?” I heard my brother from another mother, Coast, say to me.

He was coming to bother me because he had been in my head on and off since the day he died. Now, he was back full force. I made a promise to him that I hadn’t fulfilled, but I was getting close to it. What he wanted me to do was going to cost me a lot.

“I ain’t never fucked this bitch. You should know that since you always with me when I’m feeding the bitch my dick,” I mumbled, trying not to listen to him and stay focused on Sparkle’s mouth job. Coast was driving me crazy, literally, and it wasn’t shit I could do about it.

“Who you talkin to?” Sparkle asked, looking up at me.

“Not you, bitch. Now keep suckin’ and watch ya teeth.” I lifted her chin and shoved my dick back down her throat. My team was arriving in thirty minutes, and I wanted to get mine off. That was the only way I would be able to get through the night.

“I told you that I was going to follow you forever if you didn’t confess to Mula and My Heart.”

I ignored my thoughts because they weren’t real. I was still grieving after two years, and my mental illness had taken over. Ever since I was a kid, I was in the streets. I caught my first body at fourteen to prove myself to my father, and ever since then, my opps’ souls stuck to me like glue.

I was diagnosed with the early stages of schizophrenia at sixteen years old when my mother caught me talking to myself too many times.

The shit t she heard me say had her scared to death.

My diagnosis went dormant when I got into my twenties, but once Coast died, I was back to my old ways.

He wasn’t the only one who talked to me, either. He was just the loudest of them all.

I grabbed Sparkle by the back of her neck and picked up my pace.

When I told Coast I didn’t fuck Sparkle, I was serious.

She was one of my runners to get my packs since I made Yummi retire, and Mula had moved up.

I also used her as a cum rag when I needed to bust a nut without fucking Yummi.

The only thing I needed from Sparkle was her throat, and she was cool with that.

Yummi didn’t have to suck my dick because I considered her my queen.

Sucking dick was a job for slut bitches like Sparkle.

That was why I didn’t understand why Yummi thought I treated her wrong.

My abusive ways toward Yummi were because I was stressed the fuck out. She wasn’t the only one who caught my wrath. My team caught hell as well.

To me, Sparkle got it way worse than Yummi did.

I had blackened her eye a few times to the point where she had to cover it with makeup.

I even fucked her up for lying on Yummi.

I’d only grabbed Yummi by the throat because she was mine.

I had my eyes on her for years, and I was the only one who was bold enough to step to her.

Mula and all my other homies were scary… Not me.

Even if Coast was still alive, I would have gotten with her. I was already texting her days before her birthday.

Sparkle tapped my thigh while I pushed my dick further down her throat.

“Nah, take all this length,” I uttered arrogantly.

I pulled out and my dick released like a volcano all over her face, but when I finished, she puked on the floor.

“Bitch, you can’t take this dick no more? It must be time for me to find a new eater.” I chuckled as I watched her gag and spit on my oakwood floor in my office.

“No, never. You just went too far this time. You know you can just fuck me the way you do my mouth.” She sat up and wiped her mouth with the towel she had on the couch.

“I don’t want to hear none of that weak shit. Clean this up while I shower. Hurry up and get dressed too before Yummi gets here.”

I walked to my shower room that I had custom-built in my office since I was hardly home. I stepped into the shower and washed my day off me.

I had an important mission, and I hoped it was what Coast wanted.

Not only was I hoping it was what Coast wanted, but I hoped it would bring me and my team peace, especially since we were a few days away from his birthday.

I had a meeting with Yummi and Mula earlier in the day and told them I had located Coast’s killer after two years.

All this time, we were thinking it was someone from LA, and it wasn’t.

He’d been right under my nose in Sable Cove.

Word was, he hid for a while, and now he was back.

I showered quickly with my Tom Ford body wash, got out, and dressed down in a black hoodie, black jeans, and Air Force Ones.

I pulled my dreads in a back ponytail and slid on my balaclava mask.

When I stepped out, Sparkle was mopping the floor with a Swiffer.

She had changed from her fuck me tube top mini dress to her run a drill clothes, which was a black Amiri sweatsuit.

My office door came open, and Yummi stepped in with one of my lil’ shooters.

“What this bitch doing here before me?” she asked boldly as she tossed her waist-length puffy Balmain jacket over one of the chairs in front of my desk.

She strutted over to me in her thigh- high Balmain stiletto boots.

Yummi was wearing a black catsuit, showing off all her curves.

She had her sparkly black balaclava mask over her face, but pulled it down when she approached me.

“She got here early and cleaned my office for me.” I hugged her close and kissed her lips softly. Her smell and presence caused my heart to race. That was why I was going to start treating her better. She was top-notch and special to me.

“That’s right, bitch. Do your fuckin’ job,” Yummi sassed.

“Alright, bitch, not too much with that tryna shame me shit. We got an important night ahead of us. I’m not trying to get into it with you.” Sparkle rolled her eyes as she continued to mop. She knew not to clap back to Yummi in front of me after the shit she’d pulled when I got robbed.

Yummi laughed. “Now you don’t wanna get into it after you lied on my name? Okay, bitch…” She placed her attention on me. “When we leaving because I ain’t tryna do nomo’ talkin’.” She glared at Sparkle. I loved it when Yummi got on her gangsta. That shit made my dick hard.

“A’ight, that’s enough,” I ordered.

“I’ma stall her, but bitch, understand this is my nigga. I see you getting way too close.”

Sparkle didn’t snap back. She walked off with the mop.

“You feisty tonight, woman. Keep that energy when we get to our destination.” I kissed her puckered matte burgundy lips.

“I’m definitely keepin’ this same energy. We gon’ finally murk this nigga that took ours.”

As we kissed, Mula, and two of my other shooters that I’d invited to the blood bath showed up, ready for what they came to do. We hopped in a stolen van, and Sparkle was the driver. We headed to the oppy side of Southwave, and I hoped shit went as planned.

Ten minutes later, we pulled up to a dark trap house.

I already knew it was only three niggas in the house, and one of them was Coast’s murderer.

The car was filled with loud smoke from the strong Za, and we were passing around a bottle of Jack Daniels.

That was our signature drink when we were on demon time.

I looked at Yummi. She had her gun on her lap, but she was changing out her boots into a pair of black Prada sneakers. Even when she was going on a drill, she had to be fly.

I looked over at Mula. He had a blunt dangling from his lips while he popped an extended clip into his gun.

My lil’ niggas were loading up and rapping to the music that played, so while everybody was distracted, I popped an ecstasy pill and then lit my own blunt. For what was going on, I had to be lit.

Sparkle parked a few houses down from our destination, and we all got out, except Sparkle and one of my shooters. They were to stay outside and watch the scene.

Me, Yummi, Mula, and my two shooters crept up the street quickly to the house.

The pill had slapped me silly, so I was feeling like Hulk Hogan.

I caved in the door with my size elevens and stepped inside the humid ass house.

The niggas we came for was caught off guard the way I wanted them.

They were on the floor, fucking some hoes in the dark with slow music playing.

My shooters found the stairs to search the house.

“Get y'all dumb asses up and turn off that fuckin’ music!” Yummi demanded.

Mula had a can of gas with him, so he started pouring it in a circle on the hardwood floor. She collected the weapons they had laying around, and then my shooters came down with two other niggas at gunpoint. Yummi handed my shooters the guns, then we got down to business.

“Start tying these niggas up and these bitches,” I instructed my shooters.

“What the fuck y'all niggas want? The money and dope are in the fridge if that’s what you want!” one of the lil’ niggas blurted, and his whole team looked at him.

“Nigga, don’t tell him where our shit at!” one of the other niggas shouted.

“Nah, we ain’t come for that, and one of y'all niggas know why we here so speak up, pussy.” I glared into the eyes of the young nigga that I was told pulled the trigger on Coast. My correspondents showed me numerous pictures of him and the text he’d sent out about doing it.

His name was Kid, and he was supposed to be the deadliest of his generation.

Kid looked back at me with no fear in his eyes, without speaking. He should have kept his mouth shut and run off. Now, he was caught up because he was trying to impress a bitch he didn’t know through a text.

“This the nigga that killed my brother?” Yummi snapped, pointing her gun at Kid’s head. The rest of his crew sat silently while the girls whimpered with tape over their mouths.

“Chill, babe, not yet. I want this nigga to confess.” I gently pushed her back.

“Nah, let her rock, but these niggas look young as fuck. You sure these are the right niggas?” Mula questioned. Before I could answer, Kid spoke up.

“Yeah, I killed your punk ass leader. I was paid to do it… a lot of fuckin’ money too.” The lil’ nigga grinned.

“Who paid you, pussy ass boy? I hope you enjoyed that money because you will never see that kind of cash again!” Yummi roared as she paced the floor. I could tell her adrenaline was racing, and she wanted his head.

Kid glared at me, snickering.

“What you lookin’ at me for? Tell her,” I gritted through clenched teeth.

He looked at Yummi. “Kill me, bitch! I ain’t tellin’ you shit. I ain’t no fuckin’ snitch!”

Yummi laughed demonically. “Bet.”

Yummi raised her gun and shot a hole in Kid’s head.

His body went limp immediately, and then more shots went off.

My shooters took the rest of Kid’s crew out and the bitches they were with, execution style, while Mula lit a match for the fire he was ready to start.

The flame took fast, causing a circle of fire around the dead.

“That wasn’t enough, nigga, and not what I said to do.” Coast appeared.

“Shut up, nigga. It’s a start,” I mumbled, hoping Mula didn’t hear me, but he did.

“You talkin’ to me, my nigga?” Mula asked as I gazed at the fire.

I looked at him. “Huh? Nah… this pill got me tweakin’. Let’s get out of here, tho’. Now our nigga can rest.”

“We still gon’ have to find the nigga who sent the hit.”

“I know.” I shook my head.

After my shooters gathered all the money and dope, we rushed out before the whole house went up in flames. We got in the van, and Sparkle drove off full speed.

“You liked the way I handled that nigga, baby?” Yummi asked as she surprisingly climbed onto my lap while we sat on the back row of the van.

“Yeah, I liked that shit. You know I love yo’ gangsta, but I want you back as my good girl tomorrow.” I kissed her.

“I don’t know about that. I think I miss this side of me. I been real pussy lately, and I can’t let bitches keep seeing that side of me. It’s time for me to start standing my ground again.” She smirked, but I frowned.

“Not with me… Just because you took a nigga out don’t make you hardbody.”

“I didn’t just take a nigga out. I took out my brother’s killer, so I’m definitely hardbody,” she replied, sounding bitter as she climbed off my lap.

“I ain’t taking that from you. I’m just letting you know ain’t shit changed. You can check these hoes, but not me. You know how I get down. I’ll break you, Yummi.”

“Yeah, like you already have.” She rolled her eyes and lit her blunt.

Mula turned around and glared at me.

“Y'all can’t talk about that shit when y'all in private?” he asked, agitated.

“Yeah, we can, but why? It’s bothering you?” I chuckled.

Mula hated the way I expressed myself to Yummi. He only involved himself in my relationship because he wanted to fuck her before me. He thought I didn’t know the shit. I didn’t care how he felt, though… I wasn’t coming up off Yummi.

“Nah, it’s not bothering me, my nigga, but keep niggas out y'all personal business.”

“Whatever, nigga.” I brushed him off and pulled Yummi back onto my lap. Whatever good mood she was in was as dead as the nigga she had just killed, but I still kissed on her, and she smoked her blunt with me.

When we got home, she locked herself in our room and didn’t let me in to get my shit. I wasn’t in the mood to fight with her emotional ass. I left and didn’t see her until Coast’s party, which was four days later.