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“My parents died when I was young.” Lifting my head, I looked at him. He was staring off, so I laid my head back on his chest.

“How young?”

“They got killed when I was thirteen. I know what it looks like when life changes, and you gotta survive what comes after that. I’m sorry you have to carry everything by yourself. I know what that feels like too. Maybe you need people in your life that can add value instead of always taking it.” That was easier said than done. Everybody in my life was barely making it just like me. We were all out here trying. Hell, that’s all any of us could do. Besides, nobody gave you nothing without wanting something in return. That realization made the tears form again. This time, they fell slowly.

We sat there in silence until I noticed he was still holding me. He was slowly stroking my hair and it felt right. Lifting my head, I looked at him, and this time, he stared back at me. My eyes landed on his mouth. Don’t do it bitch. This was a bad idea. I had enough problems, and Anton was one of them no matter how good he looked and made me feel. I needed to get my ass up and go. Instead, I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. I tried to do a lil peck to test it out, but his mouth crashed down on mine. His tongue immediately found its way into my mouth, and instead of pulling back, I sucked it. I don’t know how long we were kissing, but Anton lying back on the bed and pulling me on top of him brought me to my senses. No! No! No! This could not happen. Jumping up, I took off running up the stairs. Closing the door, I locked it and leaned against it. My pussy cat wasn’t meowing, somehow, she was cursing me the fuck out. Knowing she was working against me, I ran my ass out of that house and jumped in my car. If his boss wanted proof of life, I could send him a picture of this puddle Anton left in my panties. That shit should be proof enough.

Anton “Tax” Hodges

As soon as I heard the lock click, I laid back on the bed smiling like a lil nigga that got his first whiff of some pussy. If I was a bitch, I would have put my fingers to my lips reveling in the aftermath of that kiss. I could still feel her lips on mine, and I was pissed when she pulled away. My dick woke up at the wrong time, and that shit scared her ass right up out of here. Thinking about how her ass hit them stairs, I fell out laughing, but that didn’t last long. Realizing what led up to the kiss had me feeling fucked up. I remembered the guilt all over her face when she talked about Peanut, and the tears that followed. I had been enjoying this lil setup, but she wasn’t. Grabbing my phone, I called Key. It rang enough to piss me off before he finally picked up.

“Nigga what?” His voice sounded as if he had just woken up.

“You got my Stink fucked up.”

“What the fuck you talking about?” This nigga yawned lazily as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

“She been calling yo ass all day,” I said, with aggravation clearly noticeable in my tone.

“Oh, yeah.” I looked at the phone in disbelief.

“Oh yeah? Nigga, she was down here crying and shit. You know the plan, but that shit ain’t gone work if you don’t answer.”

“First of all, fuck you! You lucky I was able to wake up and ask for proof of life. You forgot you got me fucked up last night. I was drunk as hell.” That definitely hadn’t been on my mind. I had been drinking too, but I got up ready to start my day.

“You could have answered the damn phone!”

“And you could have taken your ass home. That would dead all that shit.” I couldn’t even respond because he was right. When he noticed he had me, he continued. “Be clear, you got her crying. I’m off duty until you come home. I did my part. I tried my best.” Laughing, I shook my head at his dumb ass. I didn’t expect this shit to go on this long. I went along with her because I was waiting on the right time. Then, I became curious. I wanted to know what she had gotten herself into. Yeah, I didn’t have to drag the shit out, but by that time you gotta see it through my boi. Somewhere in between all that, I stopped thinking about how this looked from her side. To Bubbles, Peanut’s life was hanging in the balance.

“Make the deal.”

“You sure?” Knowing I already taken it too far, I had to end it.

“Yeah. Call her phone and let her know you accept.”

“Oh, you down bad.”

“Mannn, can you make the fucking deal?” Not waiting for him to respond, I hung up. I knew he was going to handle that, so I sat down to wait. When I heard someone running through the house about twenty minutes later, I was shocked. I didn’t think she would come back for me right away, but she did. The lock opened, so I sat up on the bed.

“I did it. Anton, I did it,” she yelled, running down the stairs. I couldn’t help the smile that crept across my face when I saw how hard she was cheesing. What I didn’t expect was for her to lunge herself into my body and wrap her arms around my neck. She started laughing so hard, tears began flowing down her face. “I fucking did it!” Pulling her back, I sat her in my lap.

“Aight, Stink. Tell me what you did?” I knew I wasn’t shit, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Your boss. He called me back and accepted the deal. Peanut’s safe, I don’t have to give the money back, and I can take you home.”

“Look at you,” my fucked up ass said like I wasn’t the one behind the call.

“You thought I was crazy. I told you my plan was going to work.”

“You sholl did, but I still think you’re crazy.” Bubbles rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. We both just sat there, I believe, realizing what that meant. That told me she was starting to feel a nigga as well. That thought made my dick rise. I could tell the exact moment she felt that shit. Her eyes widened before she jumped off my lap.

“Ummmm, you can leave now.” Laughing, I leaned back on my arms and just stared at her. I couldn’t stop the goofy smile that spread across my face. “What?”

“I could’ve been left.” Her eyes narrowed as she tried to see if I was serious.

“No, you couldn’t have. I locked you in every time I left.” Reaching in my pocket, I pulled out my phone. “What the fuck is that?”

“A phone.” I knew what she meant, but I wanted to mess with her.