You ever got your soul snatched in a Maybach?

I swiped the last layer of gloss on my lips then sprayed my face down with setting mist.

I was about to be late...as always, for girls night. I promised Bri that I would be on time, I even started getting ready three hours ago, but that still didn't seem to work because it was now 10:00 and she was probably downstairs waiting on me.

Bri gave strict instructions too, the most important ones were to be on time and to wear something sexy.

I opened a pack of pasties and applied them to my chest before slipping on the risqué cast suit I bought specifically for this occasion.

I spun in the mirror, looking at all my angles to make sure the underwear I put on covered everything nicely.

Damn, if Dave saw me in this shit, I probably couldn't leave the house.

Before leaving, I set my phone up on the balcony to get a few pictures. When I was done posing, I placed my Dior saddle bag on my shoulder and went downstairs to Bri who was waiting in her car with a mischievous grin.

"Okayyyy I see you bitch! He let you out the house like that?" She raised a brow. "Anyway let's get white girl wasted on brown liquor." She yelled as I got into the passenger seat.

"Where's Nene? I thought you were picking her up."

"She said sumn about sumn, and that she'd try to make it. But your people coming right?"

"Mhm. Zora's already there and Eva just left home. Should I post this?" I showed her the photos I took earlier.

"Y'all got an exact location on that bitch yet?" I asked the group of niggas in my office at the penthouse.

Nobody said nothin', so I assumed the answer was no. I took a sip of the henny from my glass.

"Aight bet." I exclaimed while sending a message to my contact that was able to get surveillance and an exact location on Ro. Then I answered Laya's message, telling me that she left.

"Where Freaky at?"

"Right here", he strolled through the doors with a big bowl of colorful cereal and milk.

"That better not be Laya shit. She'd whoop your ass for eating her Fruit Loops." I warned him.

Laya didn't play about her cereal. Nobody could eat it unless it was Kairi.

"That's too damn bad, cause she ain't gone find out. And what kind of milk is this? Shit taste like straight up baby formula" he complained, shoveling spoonfuls in his mouth. "This that almond shit, ain't it? Laya got yo ass eating like a white woman...y'all don't buy this shit no more." He sat down on one of the chairs facing my desk.

"Anyway when you find Ro, we'll be ready to ride.", Shoota added

I nodded my head. This would all be over soon. Ro's ass would be dead and I could sleep well knowing he'd rot in hell.

"Ramirez, hows your operation going?"

"We up ten percent from last week. I got a new shipment coming in Thursday night and I might need back up to secure it. But we'll get it handled.", he assured me. "Here's your cut from last month, a copy of the books are on top." He placed two large duffle bags on top of my desk.

I nodded at Jay, so that he could remove them and make sure all of the figures and amounts were right.

"I 'preciate it man", I said dapping him up. "But I need something else from you." I opened my desk drawer to retrieve a flash drive and tossed it in his hands. "When you look through that footage, you gon find a nigga pulling up in a black Escalade with a girl in the front seat. I think he one of yo dealers. Find him for me, I need to see him."

He examined the drive in his hand. "You want him handled East? Cause that can be arranged in no time."

"No, I just wanna meet with him. We have a common interest that we need to discuss."

"Aight consider it done." He got up from his seat and prepared to leave. "I gotta go pick up my kid so I'm out. Aye let me know when y'all going after Ro."

"Yeah I'm gon head out too. I got work go do" Jay said holding up the duffle bags. "And he my ride" Freaky added following behind Jay.

When they were all gone, Shoota stood in front of me and dug a long gold chain from his pocket with a coin dangling at the bottom of it.

"Romelo sends his regrets. But he's been taken care of, along with Clarissa.", he stated while adding a small ring to the pile. "When you gonna tell Laya about this? You knows she gon find out eventually."

"Send 'em to Ro. Imma have his address by tonight. I want proof that his brother is dead sent to him. If the info I get is good, we'll be wheels up in two days." I said addressing his first point. "And don't worry about Laya, like Freaky said, she ain't gonna find out

and if by some chance she does, I'll deal wit it."

He put everything back into his pocket and followed the rest of them out of the door. I leaned back in my chair to check if Laya texted me back. After seeing nothing from her I opened Instagram and saw her sitting at the top of my feed.

She knew damn well why she didn't show me the full fit before she left.

I downed off most of my drink and decided to watch the game until Laya came home.

I must've fallen asleep sometime after that because I was awoken by my phone ringing.

When I saw that it was Laya calling, I answered immediately.

"You good baby?"

"Ahh is this Dave?", a male voice answered.

"It depends. Who the fuck is this and why you got Laya's phone?"

"This is Devon, um I'm Bri's boyfriend. Laya got into a little altercation at the club and she's drunk...like she's fucking wasted man. You're gonna have to come and get her." He finished. I could barely hear him over the club music and shouting.

"I'm on my way". I hung up on him and quickly got out of bed. I went to my closet safe to grab the keys to my Maybach before going to the garage and leaving.

I knew what club they were at already, so I got there under ten minutes and parked right up to the entrance. I slapped a hundred dollar bill into the bouncer's hand and ordered him to watch my car.

Walking inside, I passed everyone and walked around the large area in search of Laya.

I found her standing ontop of a booth pointing and screaming at another woman that appeared to be Millie.

Man, what the fuck.

Her best friend was trying to stand next to her, but some white guy was holding her back. As I approached them I also noticed Eva and Zora trying to calm a very drunk Laya down.

But ma wasn't letting up. Millie and them tired bitches behind her were getting too close to Allaya's face and I didn't like that shit.

I walked up to the booth and was able to hear exactly what Laya was saying,

"I gat five screws in my head bitch. Three loose and two fuckin' missin'. I will fuck ya ugly ass up with no regrets.", Laya cussed at her trying to get to the other side of the booth.

She was fuming, her accent was thick through her words and she wasn't backing down.

Mille drew her fist back and took a swing at Laya, which she expertly dodged in her drunken state, then punched Millie in her nose. I quickly grabbed and threw Laya over my shoulder and security grabbed Eva before she could lunge at Millie.

She finally got to her feet after getting knocked out the booth and glared at me holding Laya.

"So this yo ratchet ass girlfriend East?!"

"No this my wife, now move hoe." I pushed her out my way and glanced at the mirrored backdrop of the club to see Laya sticking her tongue out at her, while I walked back to the car.

"Don't worry he know where home is bitch!" Millie spat at her.

"Yeah right between my legs...MILDRED", Laya replied with the quickness.

I sent a hard slap to her ass, so that she would shut up while I placed her in the car.

Then I went over to the driver's side and pulled off.

"Dave y-you mad at me? she pouted. "Cause ion like when you mad at me."

She looked like she wanted to cry.

"Nah I ain't mad at you baby" I looked over at her. "But tell me what the problem was...with Millie."

She sighed and laid back in the car, the alcohol probably making her sleepy.

"Ion create problems only solutions...you hear me? Millie has a problem so I gave her a solution. Simple." She shrugged

"But What was the problem?"

"She was popping off at the mouth and she said some really mean things. Like how whenever you go to pick up Kairi from her house, y'all fuck and that you still messing with her. That kind of foolishness." She moved her hands to show someone talking. "She started calling me names and I got tired of being polite."

I nodded my head, understanding the story a little better. Millie was a fuckin liar for sure. I hadn't picked Kairi up from her house in three months since she was always by my moms and I damn sure ain't touched her.

I felt Laya staring at me while I switched lanes and zoomed through the normal one a.m. traffic.

"Mmm baby I'm so lit right now. Like I'm starting to see shit." She shifted around in her seat and removed her belt.

"You so fine", she bit her lip and stretched over to me to rub her fingers through my braids. The road ahead of me was empty and I'd be approaching a stoplight soon so I slowed down a bit.

"Laya baby you gon have to sit back", I spoke softly.

She shook her head at me and continued to tap her fingers on my face.

"Come here" she told me. I brought my face to hers and she pressed her soft lips against mines, slipping her tongue in.

She was clearly feeling some type of way off the liquor. I was ready to park the car on the side and deal with this now.

Her hand slid down my stomach and over the the top of the sweat pants. She pulled away from my lips which gave me a chance to focus on the road.

Her hand still remained on my pants and she began to massage my member through the thin fabric. I felt myself growing under her touch and then she pulled me out.

I was torn between watching her and keeping my eyes on the road, but traffic was ahead so I chose the latter.

She perched her ass up on my custom seats and her heel clad feet were raised in the air as she began to stroke me.

I nearly slammed on breaks when she took all of me in her mouth with no warning. I was grateful that I was now at a stoplight, because that gave me the chance to look down and watch her. I moved my seat back to give her better access.

Her head bobbed up and down while her hand rolled my balls. I gently tried to ease her off me, so she could take a little bit at a time. But she insisted that she wanted it all.

"Laya you gotta ease up. I need to drive ma"

Her only response was deep throating my shit, choking a bit when she reached the base. She finally lifted her head up and jerked me off while spitting on the tip.

Where she learn this shit?

I was so lossed in watching her work that I didn't even notice the green light. Some bitch honked behind me but I quickly put the car in park, to let him know to drive around.

Laya sucked me in deeply and my hips left the seat and I groaned.

"Laya I'm 'bout to-"

She wasn't hearing that shit though, she sucked me harder into her warm mouth. Saliva and pre cum rolling down my length, while she gave me sloppy head. I gripped the steering wheel hard as I nutted in the back of her throat and this girl was still sucking me dry...she had to be a fuckin' demon.

It felt like my soul left my damn body and Laya just sat there with a smug ass look on her face. Like she was fucking proud.

I watched her clean me up, then put my still hard dick back in my pants. She leaned back in her seat and used her ring finger to wipe the corner of her mouth.

I stared at her in a what the fuck was that kind of way and she looked at me nonchalantly.

"You know the light's on green right babe?" She pointed at the road.

"Damn you know if we was home, I would fuck the shit outta you."

She arched her brow, lust in her eyes.

"So start the damn car.", she challenged. I couldn't help but to smirk as I took the car out of park.

I always knew Laya was a freak but damn.

/•/

As soon as we got into the penthouse, she was all over me. I kicked the master bedroom door closed before tossing her on the bed.

Her shoes flew across the room and bounced off the wall. She looked right into my eyes as she unzippied and peeled the bodysuit off.

"Lay down.", I commanded. She took her panties off and tossed them on the floor while I dug in my night stand for a wrapper.

But my pure intentions seemed to be forgotten when I found her at the edge of the bed playing with herself.

I kneeled down and used my tongue to apply pressure to her wet area and she grinded harder on my face until she came. I licked her clean, just like she did me in the car, then stood between her legs before sliding in.

She moaned and I thrusted deeper, feeling her walls tighten around me before speeding up.

Allaya liked shit rough so I wasn't surprised when she took my hand and placed it around her throat. Her tongue darted out to swipe her bottom lip and that turned me on even more.

I squeezed tighter, going deeper to make sure that she took all of it.

"Don't stop daddy.", she moaned out as I continued to hit her spot. She placed her hand ontop of mind and gently squeezed to signal that she wanted more.

I let go of her throat and pinned her arms above her head to thrust deeper.

"Shittt. Oh my God....", she tried to close her legs as her orgasm reached its peak.

I prevented her from closing them.

"Keep 'em open"

I gripped her thighs tightly, feeling them shake as she creamed all over me. I was about to cum for the second time tonight, so I sped up plunging in her a few times before I came.

"Dave!" she shouted.

/•/

I held my head up by my arm on my pillow and looked down at Laya who was knocked out on the side of me.

She was a bad sleeper, as most nights her knee would be planted in my back and her hand thrown over my chest.

My phone lit up with the notification of an incoming call. I got up, careful not to wake her and put on the clothes that I left on the floor earlier.

I closed the door carefully and went into the foyer to unlock the elevator, allowing my guest to enter the penthouse.

"It's a pleasure to see you again East."

I nodded at him and showed him into my office.

"You got my shit?"

I didn't want a long conversation with this nigga. He was shady as it is and the sooner he was out my home...the better.

Allaya didn't need to see him in here either.

"Now is that anyway to treat your guest? At least offer an old man a drink." He said sitting in front of my desk.

"Let's make this quick, give me my information and you'll get your payment."

"If you insist", he sighed handing over a bright blue envelope.

I opened it up, studying the photos and information, impressed by the quality. I threw them on my desk and pushed a yellow envelope stuffed with fifty thousand dollars towards him. He picked it up and quickly flicked through the bills checking the amount.

" You always deliver." I admitted walking him back to the elevator. I pressed the button and now all we had to do was wait for it.

"I usually find out everything East. So, imagine how shocked I was to discover that you're screwing my daughter." he smirked. "And you put on a good show in front of my son too. But don't worry..." he went on. "You've been a great client so far, so I won't hold it against you."

He went into the elevator and the doors were about to close before he took his hand and stopped it. "East. That's my little girl in that bedroom", he nodded to where Laya was sleeping.

"Remember my face when you hurt her. She is not to be fucked with." He removed his hand allowing the doors to close.

I went back to the bedroom quietly and slipped right next to Laya who stirred a bit before flinging her leg over my midsection.

I took my phone out and quickly messaged Shoota them, letting them know we'd be leaving tomorrow morning to get this shit done.

I should've been able to sleep soundly tonight, but the thought of Laya finding out about all the sneaky shit I was doing behind her back haunted me.

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