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*** Dedicated to Sherry. I feel you ma.

Note: As the title says, this is a gangster story. Most of the people in South Central,Yonkers projects, South Side Jamaica Queens, or Johannesburg, Rio, Bogotá and stuff are not armed gangsters, contrary to what the KKKrazy Media suggests. (If you don't know that, I cant help you, bii-eee-oo-eetch!") However, this story is about gangsters. You hear? Just like the title suggests. Its not about decent black folk, so, you don't wanna read about that, stop reading right now.

But, knowing some of the stupid readers out there, I gotta brace myself for comments like, "You are making it seem like all blah, blah, blah..."

And lemme add, when I write, I am having a good time. I enjoy myself and laugh a lot. If my work gets some of you people pissed, well, I cant really say it saddens me. But its not really my main motivation.

In fact, I feel sorry for the imbeciles that keep reading my shit and wanna holler at me. ...Some (stupid) shit, "WTF!"

Prologue:

"I didn't become a gangster because we were starving, or our heat and phone were turned off, or I didn't have money; or I didn't have any other opportunity in Life. I became a gangster for the 4 Ps. Paper (cash) Power, Parties and Pussy. Most people in my Hood were not gang bangers and dealers. Most had decent jobs and went to church on Sunday. But to us, those people were dummies. They worked very hard, for very little money. We wanted to get paid, and drugs are easy money. You don't sell drugs, drugs sell themselves. We wanted power, and as gangsters, we were special people. We lived above the law, above the church, above society, and didn't give a fuck. Half the people were very nice to us because we had money, and the other half knew better than to mess with us. We were Kings of the Hood."

"You sound to me like you haven't learned your lesson at all," said MR DA, a mid forties ginger headed man with a sallow, freckled face and the cold, sharp eyes and voice of an Inquisitor.

"Oh, I have learned my lesson. I did some real bad, nasty things that still make me shudder. I wake up soaked with sweat, from my nightmares. But that is not the deciding factor. Jail is like a steel cage, filled with sadistic guards, bullies, hardened criminals and dangerous men. However, life in this Hell sure beats life in Gangster Paradise. You know why? Coz in here, I don't have to look over my shoulder all the time, wondering when someone is gonna try and murder me. Someone from a rival crew, someone I roughed up way back or his mans, someone out to get my jewels and cash, or just someone out to get a reputation, by killing a hard core gangster. I don't have to jump and palm my pistol every time I hear a loud, sudden sound, every time a car rolls up, or someone I don't know walks into my line of vision. Unless you have been a gangster, you can never quite appreciate what a heavy burden that is. I drank and took loads of drugs everyday, for two years, just to escape from that. I only have about three memories, from a whole year. I will never be a gangster again all my life. Believe me."

"What will you do then? You have no qualifications, no education. How will you make money, huh? You will work somewhere as a sweeper or waiter. Give us a break."

"That is where you are wrong MR DA. I finished my high school, in this cage. And I have started a correspondence degree. I will complete it on the outside, even if I have to work two damn jobs at the same time to survive. And believe me, Mr DA, I will make it."

His dark eyes were shining with determination as he gazed back at the five person parole hearing panel. Old Atkins, the boss of the slammer, looked like he was just bored. Mr DA looked like he didn't buy any of it, like he hadn't bought it even before he came around. His own lawyer, James, was glancing at the other faces kind of nervously, as he tried to read their minds and see if they had succeeded this time. There was someone from the cops, a big, burly, balding man in his mid fifties, looking kind of bored too. Then there was a woman with ruby red hair and lips, and very pale skin, that he did not know. She had been gazing at him intently all the time. And she looked like she believed him; fully.

Chapter 1

It was a sunny day but the breeze was kind of chilly. The g ride pulled up at the correctional facilities, about fifty kilometers from the city. It wasn't a street car named Desire, but a shiny, metallic Jeep, with dark tinted windows, 20" platinum rims, and yellow and red flames painted on the sides. Fat Hip Hop Music was bumping real loud.

The car and the music fit perfectly to a gangster coming to visit a fellow gang banger doing a bid. The the tinted driver's window slid down smoothly and the guards at the gate exchanged curious looks as and they saw the driver.

Meanwhile, inside the slammer, William signed for his belongings, said "Bye and kiss my black ass!" to the guards, exchanged last hugs and taunts of, "See you soon." He couldn't wait to chuck out.

He almost couldn't comprehend. Two long years and now he was a free man, soon to be on the streets again.

She was leaning against the wall, twirling her shades, and watching him. She could see the joy on his face, at being finally released. From his file, she knew that he was 24.

He picked up his duffel bag and started for the door, a big, red, leather Ruff Ryder jacket draped over his shoulders. His face and physique kind of reminded her of one of her favorite rappers, DMX. His head was shaved almost clean, with a mat of very tiny hairs. He was dark and handsome, his eyes deep, dark and hard, but smile seemed to hover at the edge of his thick, full lips. His arms were thick and powerful, so was his neck, but he wasn't bulging, more like lean and athletic, with a muscular, streamlined body. He was dressed in a black sports tank, that seemed to have his fine, defined 6-pack imprinted on it. He wore loose, baggy jeans and Nike A1s, white of course.

William noticed the white woman watching him. He remembered her. She was the woman from his parole hearing. Her face seemed kind of familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

As his dark eyes met hers, she nodded at him and stepped up. He couldn't tell the ages of white women easily, and what with all that cosmetic surgery stuff nowadays. He guessed her to be about thirty five.

She was tall, almost taller than him in her high heels. She had a thick, wavy mane of ruby red hair, combed open, and cascading down her shoulders. Her face was pretty, and good natured. Her brows were trimmed and penciled, giving them a sexy arch. She had big, blue eyes with speckles of hazel that kind of sparkled. Her nose was small and cute, her mouth full and pouting, and it had a light pink gloss.

The tall white ma had a fine booty and she was looking elegant and chic all right. A thin, knitted, black scarf was draped around her neck and she wore a vest on top of a white, long sleeved shirt that was draped over the alluring mounds of her proud, round breasts. She had a tapering waist and flaring, feminine and accommodating hips that were cupped in a pair of tight, blue jeans, from the Rapper, Nelly's Apple Bottoms label. He could see the curve of her juicy, perfectly rounded butt from the front. Her thighs were strong, and athletic, with a feminine fullness to them, her legs long. She wore shiny, high heeled, black, leather boots that clacked as she walked up to him.

She had a sweet, feminine flair, but there was something resolute, strong and vibrant about her. She seemed like a person who could hold her own. And yeah, probably take dick too.

"Mmmm! Pounding that fineness! Da-ye-e-e-em!!!" That was what he thought, the young man that hadn't seen pussy throughout his two year bid, as he wondered why she was displaying open interest in him.

She held her hand out to him, giving him a dazzling, confident smile, "Hi there William. My name is Karen. I am your PO."

He took her proffered, dainty hand and she surprised him with a strong, firm shake. Recognition dawned on his face suddenly.

"Hi there. Karen Cosworth, right?" the young black man said, sizing her up. He gave her an appreciative smile, like "Yeah, I am feeling you, ma."

"Yep. I thought I would pick you up, so we could get to know each other a bit, and set some things straight right from the start."

"Is that right?" he responded, with a look that could mean anything, from "cool," to "fuck you."

"That's right daddy," Karen responded nonchalantly, holding his gaze.

Two pairs of strong, determined eyes held each other's gaze. Then Karen softened; she did not try to stare him down, but charmed him with her winning, sweet, dimpled smile. It worked. He broke into his own dimpled smile, showing some even, white teeth.

"I am not part of the incarceration system, but a person who will do her best to help you avoid going back in that concrete and steel cage. If you will give it your best too."

"Uh huh?"

"Uh huh! You cool with that, daddy?"

"Yeah ma. I'm feeling you."

"Good. Ready to ride?"

"Definitely," he nodded.

Though of medium height, the young black man had a huge aura, which she could feel. Big Will, they used to call him, in his baller days. She wondered, was that because of his aura, or was he big somewhere else. Her pouting lips broke into a smile, as she turned on her heel and led him out, back into the free world.

They walked to her car, he with a confident swagger, she sort of seemed to glide, her body undulating like a snake's, hips swaying sexily, her ass rolling. It was a long ride to her office and so before they got in, she removed her jacket and tossed it into the back and he followed suite.

"That's a fine ass g-ride ma!"

"Thanks. Lemme get my smokes."

She half climbed into the back and rummaged in her hand bag for a pack of cigarettes. Her jeans slid lower for a second, revealing a lace, pale blue thong disappearing tantalizingly into the deep crack between her cheeks.

William lit a cigarette, his cock stirring as he gazed at that fine ass and thong. He was wondering, "Damn! How did a white woman get all that ass. And those lips. Mmmm!" He hadn't seen pussy in ages and he was horny. But it wasn't just that. Ma was hot, banging.

Chapter 2

Karen cruised along the high way, fat beats bumping, windows open, letting in the breeze, as both puffed on their cigarettes. He was sitting languidly, completely relaxed. She didn't interrupt him, as he gazed around, at the horizon, the open fields, ...

"I didn't know there were female parole officers. Why, ma?" William asked, as they sipped their beer.

She smiled. He was curious, interested in her. Honesty was always good, in establishing contact and winning trust. Speaking truthfully and easily, she told him about herself, that there were bemused, amused reactions when she had first volunteered to work as a parole officer. Everybody like, "We know you want to do good, but these are not nice, sweet, Sunday school boys. These are hard core, black ghetto criminals, who will soon be back behind bars or dead."

But she had pointed out her track record; working as a school teacher in ---, then running programs to get youngsters out of gangs and drugs.

"Why there of all places?"

"It was kind of a fate thing, really. When I got here all the schools in good neighborhoods were fully staffed. The only place I could work was there. Everybody was like "No you cant work there. Its full of gangsters, crack heads and whores. And those blacks hate white people. They dangerous." I mean, I was petrified! Don't laugh..." she chuckled.

"Yeah, don't phuk wit dem project Niggaz!" he chuckled heartily. "Why did you do it?"

"I had to eat. Ha ha ha. And I wanted to work. I mean, I trained as a teacher and psychologist to help out troubled kids, no matter their race. And it wasn't as bad as the media made it out to be. I mean, most people saw what I was about and they showed me love. I started doing projects with the kids, and that led to an anti-gang project, yunno."

"You ever had situations?"

"Not really. I mean, a couple of times my stuff got stolen, but the kids went and got it back for me. And after a while, nobody bothered me. I mean, when the moms and dads realized that I was really trying to help their kids, and being successful too, I got nothing but love."

William was smiling to himself, for he had seen Karen on TV, sounding like your typical, college educated, white woman. But as they chatted and listened to Hip Hop, she was sounding like a ghetto woman with little education. He guessed it came from the fact that she had worked for years in his Hood. You couldn't win anyone' trust over there, sounding like Mrs Bush!

As they got close to town, she popped another CD into the player.

"Hey, check this out, its some old shit from Mega (Cormega). You know Mega?"

"Yeah. But I never bump those NYC boys."

"Peep this. Its deep. Its called dirty game..."

She turned up the volume and the bass was so fat it made the whole car vibrate.

The music had something about it, beauty and morbidness, joy and happiness, pain and sorrow, all mixed together.

He had never really listened to Mega before. The guy was rhyming in the typical New York style, his words weaving through the beat like a speed car driver navigating skillfully through high rise blocks at high speed. And every nuance was on point like a javelin. However, it wasn't Mega's skills that moved him, but the lyrics.

"I spend my days in a steel cage, Where brothers feel rage, And get real with razor blades, In ill ways, So when my cell close, My brain cells expose, And my pen excels to a part of hell froze, Inside of me was tellin' me to stay out, Reality was tellin' me that if I found a way out, I had to stay out, Plans I had to lay out, In order to elevate from my identity, Mentally accelerate, I seen a lot of men break down, Being an inmate, Now I realize I couldn't make the same mistakes, It was real being concealed in steel gates, Where brothers who feel hate against a another race, Which only indicates a snake mentality, These are my days of reality"

Hook: "The streets is a dirty game, My heart's still home in the streets, It's a damn shame, The streets is a dirty game, But Niggaz stay strapped in the hood"

"... Look at me once a convicted felon, Once addicted to sellin', The substance which corrupted many men in my era, ... I could remember as an inmate, At Mid state I stayed in the law library, Some chose to lift weight, fine, If they content with they time, They strip us of our visits, Limit our education, Ridicule us Niggaz, Modern enslavement, Even though I'm out of the cages, I'm the voice of the soldier in the yard with the banger!"

"That shit is deep!" he nodded.

"You know, he did a bid, came out and started his own record label. He has a nice crib, a wife and two kids and he doing all right. It only shows you what you can accomplish, if you put your mind to it and work hard. Here, I got something from Cube. And the beat is from Dre! Lemme just find it. By the way, anybody ever tell you look like my favorite, X! (DMX)"

"Matter of fact!" he chuckled. Then he eyed her sharply, wondering did this white woman really know anything about Hip Hop, did she feel it, or was it just part of her act to come across as cool. "You a Hip Hop head huh?"

"True. Started off with Cube, "Today I didn't even have to use my AK! I gotta say it was a good day!"

"Yeah, that shit was banging way, way back!" he laughed. "Cube made some songs dissing whites, yunno?" he said, smiling cheekily at her.

"I got everything from Cube. I know every jam. He wasn't just dissing, he was saying his mind. Dialog is good. Its keeping it all locked away that is harmful."

"True!" he nodded.

She turned the music up even louder and was bobbing her head like a ghetto, hip hop head and mumbling along to the lyrics.

"They give us guns and drugs, Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs, They wanna count the slugs, Then come around here and fuck with us (Uh huh)"

"I'm from the land of the gang bang, Since I was little, ain't a god damn thang changed, It's the same ol same, Bush run shit like Saddam Hussein, I cock and aim, clinically insane, To deal with this bullshit day to day, If I sell some yay or smoke some hay, You bitches wanna throw me up in pelican's bay, Call me an animal up in the system, But who's the animal that built this prison, Who's the animal that invented lower living, The projects, thank god for Russell Simmons, Thank god for Sugar hill, I'm putting a different kind of steel up to my grill, Y'all know what it is, scared for your own kids, How these ghetto Niggaz taken over showbiz"

"It's boyz in the hood, it's toys in the hood, Y'all wanna know why there's noise in the hood, Cause there's drugs in the hood, thugs in the hood, Nigga killed a crip and a blood in the hood (For real), Cause when Niggaz get tribal, It's all about survival, nobody liable, I got caught by five-oh, Grand mama came to court with her Bible, But when the judge hit the gavel, Now I'm too far from my family to travel (Fuck), I just came unraveled, Socked the D.A. before I got gaffled, Owned by C.A, State Property, Just like the year fifteen fifty three..."

"I love Ice Cube..." she said, turning down the volume as the song ended.

"Its true, what he is saying. The FBI and the government flooded the ghettos with guns and drugs to destroy the power of the Black Panthers and them. Now they lock you us or shoot us dead for it. The US government is the worst organized crime syndicate in the world."

"Drugs destroy the black community more than anything else."

"We aren't the only ones with guns an drugs. And you know what, through out all my time as a roller, I did a lot of fucked up things. But one thing I never did, I never held a gun to a person's head and forced them to take drugs."

"A man shall be condemned or exalted by his words and actions. Blaming someone else is easy, but taking responsibility for your actions is manly."

"Isn't it a bit too much, for you people to expect so much from us, after all we have been through?" he asked her, his eyes hard, like he was accusing her of everything evil done by white men.

"I am not denying the fact that you don't have an easy lot. But what can you do? Take the government to court?" she shrugged.

"The president has immunity anyway," William laughed dryly.

"William, hate and revenge are human, but forgiveness is godly. You cant change the past but you can affect your future. You owe it to yourself, to make the best of your life."

He nodded, looking at her with respect.
"What you say we get something to eat. I know you are dying for a beer and a tasty, juicy steak, huh?" she said, pulling up before a fine restaurant.

"Definitely. Damn! You are heaven sent..." the young black man said. The mature white woman climbed onto the car seat to get her hand bag and her jeans slid lower, showing those thong straps cutting into her curvy hips and the back strap sinking into her nice deep crack. William smiled. Man, he hadn't seen pussy in ages. He was so horny...

In his gangster days, William had had his fair share of chicks that wanted to fuck a high roller; black, white, Asian, Latin, whatever. But they had all been young girls. He had never had a hot, mature white ma like her though. Mmmm! He felt so attracted to her suddenly.

He knew she was not for him, he was just a thug coming from jail, and she was a mature, attractive, sharp minded woman. And his PO. But damn!!! Hot-damn! Was it just a coincidence, that he was seeing that ass and thongs for the second time in one hour?

"Where you from? Karen?" he asked in a hoarse voice, gazing at her ass dreamily.

"Oregon. Stop leering at my old ass. Its disrespectful!" She wasn't annoyed though. She just wagged a playful finger at him and pulled up her pants.

"Nah! Its hot! Ha ha ha! Sorry. I haven't been around a lady in two years. But that beauty there is hot all the same. Ha ha ha." he laughed deeply, with humor, forcing his eyes to leave that ass.

"I can help you earn something even hotter. A life in freedom."

"Yeah, I dig that. Don't free Willy, free me."

"Lench Mobb, with ICE CUBE!!!!"

She chuckled.

Then her cellphone rang. He saw something wary creep into her. There was a stiffness that came to her posture. She checked the number, since to think twice and then she answered.

"Hallo, Cosworth."

William heard a loud, angry male voice. He couldn't make out the words but picked out the anger. Karen stiffened visibly now and her face was covered with worry. Then she forced herself to relax, and forced a smile and said, "hold on a second. Excuse me one sec, William."

She walked off stiffly, out of ear shot. One thing was clear to him, she was scared shit-less. And she seemed to be talking to the angry man in placating tones, but mostly, she was listening and looking very uncomfortable.

She hung up after ten minutes and he saw her inhale and exhale deeply and gather herself. Then she walked back up to him, smiling.

"Everything all right?"

"Yes. It was nothing really."

For a second, he thought of letting it go. But he didn't.

"Karen, trust me, I know when someone is scared? Maybe it will help to talk to someone."

"Thanks for your concern. But its nothing. I just got divorced. And things are kind of rocky, with my ex. But its nothing really. It will soon blow over. Lets go get a bite..."

She led him on. William did not even look at her rolling ass. His eyes were fixed on her neck and shoulders. They were stiff. He didn't know what was going on, but Karen was very shaken up and scared. There was definitely something happening there.

Chapter 3

They sat at a table in a cozy Italian restaurant, with soft music playing as they ate ravenously. Karen had never seen a man make a plate of steak, potatoes and gravy disappear so fast. And he had poured down half a liter of coke just like that. She ate a tasty salad and drank a glass of white wine. She noticed the usual unfriendly looks from some of the other diners, especially the elder ones, of course, labellings her as a horny, shameless white mom with a taste for young, black flesh.

Karen had been working with paroles for five years and not once had she cheated on her husband. She cared very much for their well being and rehabilitation, giving it her best, and it annoyed her to think that some people were so programmed as to think in this one track manner. But she knew she could not do anything about the people's poisoned thoughts.

But it was also gratifying, to know they got so mad, imagining her going off soon afterwards, to mount this young, hot black stud and ride the skin off his humongous black dick that they feared he had. Karen smiled sweetly.

As William relaxed and started sipping wine, she noticed his eyes roam around, gazing at the women. She could see the hunger for pussy in his eyes. She always saw it on guys that just came out of jail. If it had been up to her, she would give every guy a night with a hot hooker, just to help him relax.

Chapter 4

They had very rich, creamy tiramisu for desert. Then Karen drove William home. Karen felt good about William. He was smart. And he was a good kid, or young adult, that got seduced by the crime, gangster life. She had worked with many guys like him.

Karen knew she was doing quite well, compared to most other Parole Officers, that she knew were only too intent on sending the guys back to the slammer. Out of ten paroles, she averaged four, that became rehabilitated into society. Two usually ended up going back to jail for parole violations, two went back to crime after their parole periods, and two usually got shot before their parole period was over. Even though she knew she could whip a donkey to go to the river but couldn't force it to drink, the failures always caused her pain and anguish. She saw something in these guys that most of civil society, even other black people did not see.

As they neared his house, she said to him,

"Listen, William, you know your conditions, right, no drugs, no violence, no crimes, not even a misdemeanor. And you cannot hang with gang bangers. You need a job and a permanent place of residence. I will have your blood checked for drugs regularly. And I have eyes and ears in your hood and in the scene. We cool?"

"Uh huh! But, ah..."

"What?"

"I was smoking weed in jail everyday, so that will turn up in the blood test. And some of the guys I used to bang with are cousins. They will be throwing a party for me tomorrow. After that, I wont hang with them and I wont smoke weed."

"Make sure. And we cool. Now, I can help you enter a college and set you up with a partial scholarship. If you show me that you are serious. Do you need help finding a job?"

"As a black ex con? You kidding me?"

"A friend of mine owns a takeaway joint. It ain't the best job in the world, but when you are at rock bottom, the only way is up."

"Its all right."

William had inherited a three bedroomed house with a big yard from his mom. They lived in a better part of LBC, though it was drug and gang infested, with young, 14 year olds already riding, if their parents who didn't educate them better. Not many white people would dare go there, but Karen was not scared, people knew her here. She pulled up at his house and went in with him.

His cousin Amanda had kept the place clean and in shape. But it was half empty. What hadn't been repossessed had been sold off by Amanda, probably, he told Karen. But he wasn't bitter. She had two kids, with no daddy. Karen told him she could hook him up with some old furniture.

"All right then William, I think you have a very good chance of getting out. Now, its all up to you. I swear, if you fuck up, I wont hesitate to have your parole revoked. You dig?"

He nodded. He could see in her pretty eyes that she wasn't joking. And he had no intention of disappointing her. Jail had opened up his eyes, and made him realize that being a roller was not a majestic thing, like he had thought.

They shook hands. William gave in to an urge and slid his left arm around her shoulder. She came to him, hugged him, making him woozy from her perfume and feminine softness and warmth for a second. Then she patted his back and stepped back.

After Karen left, William did some press ups and then sat on his dark porch, sipping water from a bottle. His thoughts stayed on Karen.

He had known that coming back into the real world would be confusing, but hadn't thought that that would start so fast. Karen was confusing for him.

Life had taught him that things were never always as they seemed. The first, hard lesson had come from the hood. The lesson was, "Your best friends today can be your enemies tomorrow." This had happened, when he and his crew of ballers and high rollers had turned guns on each other, for money, power and pussy, resulting in several of his friends dying and him being locked up.

The second lesson had come in prison. When he was balling, he had hated black Muslims. They had been fucking up things for him and the boys in the hood, trying to instigate the community to rise and take action against the dealers, getting moms, dads and kids and old folk to march together and block the best drug spots and stuff. However, in jail, the same Muslims had taken him into their fold and helped him escape the fate that befell many a young, handsome buck doing his first bid. William had had to take and mete out some severe beatings, but he never was raped or forced to join the criminal gangs. The Muslims had taken him into their fold and given him books and conversation to open up his mind.

In jail, he had learned about the reality of his people, "Buffalo soldiers, stolen from Africa, brought to America, fighting on arrival, fighting for survival."

He had come out expecting his parole officer to be a mean, nasty guy, trying to exploit him and get him locked up again fast.

But Karen was not like that at all. She gave him the impression that she was on his side. True, she was known in his Hood. She had done much work there. And helped many a brother and a sister.

But he wondered at her motivation. Why? Why would a white woman from Oregon want to help black folk when her men folk in power were doing their damnedest to keep them broke, dumb and fucked up, using wood to build coffins instead of making school books, and using steel and concrete to lock them up instead of building nice houses in the hood, spending billions on wars and jet airplanes and space shuttles instead of raising the standard of living for his folk.

In the Hood, he had never had much contact with whites, except for young white gangster groupie hos, that were caught up in the gangster rap craze and wanted to ride with a gangster and suck and fuck black gangster cock and take drugs and feel like they were bad.

Then came his arrest, and the white inquisitor of a DA who did his damnedest to convince a stone faced pale jury that he was a dangerous beast and a menace to society, which he was, though he wondered why the white folk cared. He never went to their suburbs. And then there was the evil judge who sentenced him to three years with hard labor, for possessing much less cocaine than they could find on Paris, Britney, Tommy Lee or even senators on any day.

Then came the sadistic guards in jail, who took pleasure in humiliating and knocking the patch out of a black man's ass, limiting their visits and putting them in solitary just for the fuck of it. Like, they came to let you out in the yard and would say, "What's up, Nigger! Time to walk the dog. Catch!"

All those people had fanned his hate and distrust for white people.

But Karen was different. He could feel it. She cared. But could he trust her? Or were the Muslims right? Were these people really all his enemies.

Yeah, he didn't know. Jail had taught him patience. Still, his pain, anger, hurt and fear made his heart quick to want to see an enemy in her. However, his mind decided to be patient. He would give her a long rope and see if she would hang herself with it, or throw it at him and help pull him up. And he would not give her any excuse whatsoever, to wanna turn on him. That, he was determined.

Chapter 5

His cousin Derek, that they called Big D, and the boys from his former crew, were glad to have him back home and threw a fat party for him. They were laughing about all the dumb shit he had pulled before the slammer, and talking about riding again. They had a couple of hot chicks that he used to fuck way back, a black booty ma from the hood, and a tall, slim white blond that had rich parents but only wanted to be a dangerous black gangster's bitch. He disappeared in his bedroom and got some nice, wet, deep, hot pussy for the first time in two years. It felt good, just like in the old days, having two hot chicks, young, sexy, wild, getting freaky with it, one sucking his dick as the other licked his balls and ass, one sitting on his face and riding his tongue with her hot, tasty pussy as the other rode his dick. One holding the other's ass cheeks wide apart as he fucked her rectum, and then pulled it out and gave the other to lick.

After two hours of hardcore, 10 X rated sex, he returned to the party, well and happily fucked. The boys cheered, just like in old times, just like was traditional.

His cousin, Big D took him to his big ass truck and they leaned against it, passing a forty and a joint back and forth.

Derek was bumping some new gangster rap shit.

"That's that Nigga Game! Nigga banging yo! He bringin the West Coast back up in this bitch! Check this out!"

"This is how we do, We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club, This is how we do, Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love"

"...You don't want, none, Nigga betta, run, When beef is on, I'll pop that, trunk, Come get some, Pistol grip palmed, If a Nigga step on my white Air Ones... Ready here I come, Compton, unh, Dre found me in the, slums, Selling that skunk, one hand on my gun, I was selling rocks when Master P was saying "Unnnh", Buck pass the blunt, Its G-Unit, girls just wanna have fun, Coke and rum, Got weed on the ton, I'm banging with my hand up her dress like, unh, I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs, Whole gang in the front in case a Nigga wanna, stunt..."

William said he liked the beat and the flow but the lyrics were tired. Derek was like, "No Nigga, das da real!"

Then Derek said to William, "When you coming back to the fold? We been missing you. We need to ride again."

But William told him he had to lay low. And they could not hang together for he did not want to violate his parole conditions and go back to jail.

Big D was like, "Fuck that. Let Mo handle it."

"Damn, D, give me time cousin. I mean, I am twenty four, you 33, ain't we getting too old for this gang bang shit?"

"Nigga, I am riding till the wheels fall off!"

"Listen, Derek, shit ain't a joke!" William sneered, feeling pissed off. "We killed Yello, P and Lo Lo."

"It was them or us, cousin. WTF!"

"Listen man, I am out."

"You crazy! You know how many people will be after you once they hear you on your own? Nigga wont last a day."

"I survived jail, I got a good PO and I don't wanna fuck things up. Respect mine. I need to lay me down..."

William left the party and went into his bedroom. It was the first time in his life he ever walked away from a room full of his homies, drugs, brew and hot ass chicks, willing to fuck.

As he lay back in his bed, hearing the muffled voices music and happy laughter, William thought back to how he had ended up going to jail.

Chapter 6

William's story:

If William didn't have money growing up, it wasn't because he didn't want it. Hell, he wanted the paper, the cash. And money could be made in the hood. You just had to be a gangster. That was the problem though, his mom didn't think it was a nice occupation.

"I'll kick you out my damn house, if you cut school and sell poison on the street! By Jesus of Nazareth, you will be out on your own," that was what his mom said. And she meant it.

And she was ill too, so he couldn't just move out and go hustling. She had a bad heart condition and high blood pressure, because the number one killer of inner city black women was stress.

William knew many people that were not involved in drugs and gangs. In fact, most people weren't. But to him it seemed kind of boring, stupid and corny. The decent folk, hell, they didn't have the gear, the cars, the jewels. Shit, they didn't have a shine, and nobody feared them. They were bitches, if you asked him.

His mom's brother, Uncle Pastor Bester told him,

"Young pardner, you got it all wrong, gangsters don't live that long."

But he answered, "F that. Gangsters live large."

"No way are you becoming a gangster! You will kill your mom with that!"

Therefore, William had to stay in fag ass school, and for what? Lessons, so one day you might grow up to be a teacher or office worker. Fuck that. William was more like,

"When I grow up I wanna be a bad ass gangster. And you woozy ass bitches can just kiss my black ass from here to right across the street, biii-oo-eee-tch!"

At eighteen, he was just a boy in the hood humming along to Nas Escobar's Sweet Dreams, like,

"Sweet dreams are made of this, Niggaz push Beamers and Lexus, 300cs, Who am I to disagree, Everybody is looking for something."

One sunny afternoon, his mom was at work and he was chilling with his girlfriend, Nathalie. Nathalie was a hot, chocolate beauty with a real pretty face, mesmerizing, doe eyes, and such lush, kissable, pouting lips. She had a body like a ghetto guitar; thick tits, slim, tapering waist, wide flaring hips and a gorgeous, firm round ass you could see from the front. Damn! Ma was hot. Banging!

However, she had an attitude and he didn't like, not one bit. There he was, trying to get his fuck on, while his mom was at work. They were in his bedroom, on top of his bed covers. Nathalie's hot, chocolate brown booty was spread out under him and he was was pumping his thick, long cock to the hilt in her hot tight, soaking, slick pussy. She was moaning softly, pearls of sweat shining on her forehead, her sexy, brown, bedroom eyes all dreamy. Her nice, perky tits were heaving to her labored breathing, and her juicy thighs were raised and spread wide open. She was so wet that her entire crotch and inner thighs were soaked. Beads of her pussy juices were glistening in her soft, crinkly thatch of pubic fair like tiny jewels.

He was pumping his cock in and out of her tunnel, smoothly, rhythmically, loving the feel of her soft, thick ass cheeks as he ground into her. But Nathalie was just laying there and gobbling like a turkey and enjoying the dick, letting him do all the work to make her cum. Again! After refusing to blow him, and forcing him to put on a rubber, as usual.

"Yeah baby... That's it. That's my spot. Hit it baby..."

He thought, "WTF!!!" and so he smacked her, snatched her by the throat and told her matter of fact like, "Bitch! Move that fat ass. Work for your pleasure goddammit!"

William pulled almost all the way out and then rammed his big dick deep inside her tight hole. She got mad as hell and tried to shove him off, but he pinned her down by the throat and pounded her pussy, his young, strong hips pumping lustily, rhythmically. Nathalie went berserk, baring her teeth like an angry tiger and sinking her talons into his ass cheeks as she fucked him back like she wanted to break his back.

They literary carried their on going fight to the bed, the fight between an intelligent, proud, young black woman in love, and a young buck with ambitions as a nasty, freaky rider and high roller. William loved her, but he wanted her to get down like a nasty slut, a cross between a porn star and a video ho. His head was too filled with trash from Hip Hop videos and the exploits from his cousin Big D and his gangster friends. In fact, William didn't want a girlfriend, he wanted a gangster bitch!

But Nathalie would not give him that. Not ever. So now, he was punishing her with his big, black cock, trying to beat her into submission. And Nathalie was giving back as good as she was getting, wrapping her powerful thighs around his waist, sinking her talons into his ass cheeks and biting his shoulder, as she threw her hips up at him with an angry passion.
His cock missed her pussy and she chuckled.

"Need to work on your aim, mutha-phuka!!! Just as well though, the condom is almost off. Put on a new one, before you knock me up, jerk!" She slapped his cock.

William grunted, feeling pissed. He suddenly had a strong urge. He ripped off the rubber that was really just covering his tip now. His thick, dark, veined shaft was shiny with her juices. Then he jumped up to straddle her chest, and yanked her by the hair to his turgid cock.

"Suck that dick. Bitch! Taste your fucking cunt!"

"Fuck you! Make me!"

He smacked her face with his dick and then forced her jaw open and shoved his thick, sheathed cock into her mouth.

"Taste your fucking pussy, you freak bitch! Suck the motherfucker!"

her eyes blazed at him and she pulled back her lips, baring her even, white teeth. For a second, he shivered, thinking she would bite it. But she started throwing her head at him, blowing his dick ravenously, like she wanted to devour it. He groaned and pumped his hips back and forth, his cock swishing in and out of her drooling mouth. She gave him a mad, slobbering blow job. Then she pushed him back, smacked his cock, grabbed it and pumped it.

For a second, he thought of bare-backing on her and pumping her full of his cum. Then he got scared, thinking he would knock her up, have to marry her and put up with her attitude forever, for ever, ever, ever. He tossed her a rubber and she snickered and rolled it deftly over his hard cock. She blew him again, with the rubber on. Then she pushed him back,

"Finish what you started! Jerk!"

He pushed her legs up high and pounded her pussy with a passion. Nathalie screamed loud, and hammered her hips into his. So he hammered her harder and damn near cracked her thighs out of formation. The bed creaked and jarred under them as they fucked with a madness.

"You fucking bastard! You son of a bitch! You done started shit now! Put your back into it! Hit it Nigga! Split me in two!" Nathalie cried in agony, as she fucked him back madly.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" he groaned as he hit it hard. "Yeah! Put your ass in it bitch!"

"Ahhhh-ooohhhh-ahhhh!" Nathalie groaned gutturally, throwing her head back, her eyes rolling back in their sockets, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as her body was hit by heavy shudders. He felt her pussy clench tight around him like a fleshy vice grip. William bit his lower lip and fucked her harder. Then Nathalie was tossing and turning and cumming like a bitch, screaming the house down. He fucked her even harder, like he wanted her momma to hear her scream.

Nathalie was cumming continuously, arching her back and inviting him to shove it in deeper. Then she grabbed him by the throat with both hands like she was trying to choke him, and she hissed at him like an angry snake. He pulled back, hammered it in and she gave loud scream, of pleasure so intense it was like pain. A violent explosion ripped through his balls, his cock, his body and his head. He shook so hard as his young cock spurt jet after jet of thick, hot lava.

Nathalie wrapped her arms around his neck, yanked him down on top of her and kissed him so hard, sucking his tongue forcefully down her throat keeping his cock possessively deep inside her hot, tight pussy.

They dozed off for a while, both drowsy from their explosive passion.

That was the first time that he had really fucked the shit out of her, and seen her really lose it and throw that pussy at him like she never wanted it back. She must have cum seven times, back to back.

He thought new times were coming, a new dawn was breaking, a new era in his sex life... Hell no. Instead of saying "thank you for that brutal, hard core loving, fucking me to an oblivion and making me drunk from cuming," when she recovered, Nathalie pinched him and sneered,

"Listen, shit 4 brains, don't ever treat me like your bitch ever again, ass hole!"

"Quit being such a fucking dork. You loved the shit. You an undercover freak, bitch!"

"Who you calling a bitch! Fuck! I don't fucking believe this shit!" she pushed him off her and glared angrily at him. "Yunno my brother Mac just come back from jail. Don't fuck around and make him have to go riding on a Nigga like Chitty, chitty bang bang! Boom bye bye mutha-phucka!!!"

William knew better than to talk shit. Mac was a bad ass gangster. He probably would not shoot him, because their moms had been close. But Mac would kick the shit out of him, and he couldn't do shit about it. Mac was a gangster, with a bad ass crew, and he had nothing, no crew, no steel, no skills. Just his books.

Nathalie then called five girlfriends of hers, one after the other, yelling the whole story again and again, like, "Yunno what that Nigga did to me! Calling me his bitch! Forcing me to suck him and shit! Fuck! I don't believe this shit!"

William just rolled his eyes. He loved Nathalie and she loved him. But she was such a disappointment, fouling up his mood with her intelligent black woman stuff. She wouldn't suck dick or lick balls and ass, wasn't into putting on skimpy micro skirts or skin tight jeans, with the thong pulled out. She was just a possessive nag really. No wonder his mans said he was a dork with a square ass, narrow minded bitch.

He became real pissed. Nathalie was like, "The fuck you sneering at, mutha-phuka!"

He fell over her and they ripped each other's clothes off and fucked again, violently. She came again, like a bitch in heat, and dissed him again, for grabbing her throat and ramming his cock into her, and said he deserved the scratches on his ass cheeks, which she had given him, trying to yank him deep inside her hole.

From that day, their fucking was almost violent. He did always manage to shove his cock into her mouth, but Nathalie never knelt at his feet and worshiped his cock, like he knew gangster bitches were doing for his cousin.

Chapter 7

One sunny afternoon, his cousin Derek or Big D, as they called him, scooped him up and they rolled down the streets with fat beats bumping. Big D was living the gangster fairytale, son. Like WHOA!!! He was a boy in Hood before the movie; a criminal/hustler/drug dealer/pistol popper/thug/gangster.

Some people warned their kids about him, but for William, his cousin was a made man. He sank into the passenger seat in Big D's leather interior, feeling like a million bucks. Big D was pushing a brand new, metallic black Infinity, with tinted windows, 21" platinum rims and a bad ass sound system, sound woofers and all. And he had navigation to keep him on course, four LCD screens, play stations, even a lap top and DJ gear up in there.

They drove a couple of meters and Big D pulled over and started chatting to Manuela that they all called Money. She was the hottest girl on William's street, a couple of years older. She paused in her stride and gazed at the two guys in the g ride. Mami was looking hot, a tall, curvaceous brown beauty in a boob tube, booty shorts and high heels, with a purse slung over her shoulder. She wore dark shades and her full lips were a deep ruby red.

"Hi Big D. Hi Papi.." she greeted them, her eyes twinkling at William over her shades.

Her mom was Puerto Rican. She was always good natured, and liked to call a man Papi, if she liked him.

William melted in her gaze. Damn! He had been having wet dreams about Manuela since puberty. But Money only hung with gangsters, not some mark ass school boys like him.

"SO, how you been doing lil Will?" she asked him flirtatiously.

"Fine," he replied through a parched throat.

"You know my brother on lock down. Why don't you come around and fix some stuff for us, around the house. That'd be real nice. We can kick it afterwards."

"Yes. All right..." William replied fast, his heart thudding.

Then Derek interrupted, and started chatting her up, shooting pimp game. She was flirting right back, giggling sweetly. He got her number and she was like,

"Holler at me. I mean, I got a boyfriend and all, but if shit don't work out, you never know."

William was like, "FUCK!" He never got that far with her.

William had a feeling that Money liked him, just like he liked her. But she didn't date school boys or the usual brother. She was a baller bitch! She had a thing for gangsters, with the ride, the paper, the bling and the life. Like Big D.

Big D could get hos like click! He could have a hot bitch riding shot gun in his big ass truck, and whenever he felt the urge to get his fuck on, Big D just jumped one row back and got his dick sucked.

For some people, that was really trashy, low life shit, but for young William, that was right where he wanted to be, a young man, with cash, bling, fat ride, and fine ass big booty gangster bitches to serve him.

And yeah, he wanted to be feared and respected around the hood. Just like Derek aka Big D.

When Big D rolled up, everybody shut the fuck up, because he was a dangerous gangster, with a dangerous crew. Nobody fucked with him. Except the bitches. Yeah, many hot, young bitches. "Bii-ee-oo-tch!"

Two days later, William dropped by her house and fixed stuff for her and her moms and sisters. He then chilled with Manuela on the warm, dark porch, smoking la with her and her mom. Manuela was learning to massage and she stood behind his chair and worked magic on his shoulders.

"Mmmm. You growing some nice, big muscles, lil Will. When you all grown up, maybe I will give you a full body massage. Would you like that?"

"Ummm. Yeah.." was all he rasped as his hard, thick cock ran riot in his pants. He would have loved to pull it out and show her that he was a big man now. But her mom would have cussed him out and probably thrown a bucket of dirty water over him, for pulling that shit. And anyway, even if they ha been alone, he would not have had the courage to make moves on her.

Sometimes, Manuela would call him and they would have some dirty talk. She would be teasing him with her silky voice, telling him about the tiny thongs that she was working into the slit of her waxed, dripping pussy. She would say they were edible, and if he was hungry she could give them to him for dessert.

However, when they met, nothing happened, except some veiled flirting. He just could not bring himself to shoot game at her. He felt she was too good for him. She was a hot baller girl and he was nothing. Just a nerd.

Chapter 8

When his mom died from her heart condition, leaving him the house, it didn't take long for William to decide to roll. After all, now he lived alone and nobody could tell him shit.

At first, Big D and the crew were not sure about William. They had all cut school ages ago and he was a straight As fool. They told him, "Ah ah, you ain't no hustler."

He said, "Ah ah, don't even doubt it. Pass me a sack."

He sold the sack in like no time. They patted his shoulders and said, "You a g. You need to quit that fag ass school, though...

They gave him more sacks to sell. And he was soon working the streets, selling dope and whatever drugs that fucked up people needed, to get more fucked up.

He was the lowest member of the crew and he stood on corners selling drugs, had to run errands, didn't have shit to say and he got paid the least. But he was in.

After a while, William was taken to meet Big Mo, the head of the crew. Big Mo was about 45. There was something military about him and word was he had once belonged to a crack killer commando unit, murdering people at home and abroad for the government.

Big Mo wasn't a thug ass gang banger in hip hop gear, all iced up, riding around in a truck, sipping brew, puffing weed and probably getting his dick sucked by some young ho. No, Big Mo was a brother in a suit and tie, like a business man. He owned a gym in the hood, from which he ran things. He was soft spoken and calm. But William got the chills when he looked in his eyes.

"Hi William. Nice to meet you bro. Welcome to the family. Big D, you brought this Nigga in, he fucks up, both of you gonna git it."

"No, Boss, he a cool motherfucker. He my lil cousin. I trust him with my own life."

"All right then William, a couple of things. First of all, the crew comes first, soldier. You don't get high off your own supply, I'll cut your hand off if you try to steal from me, and you get caught, you don't squeal. I can reach out and touch you even in prison."

William knew this wasn't an empty threat. Biog Mo had power. People feared and respected him. Big D had told him that Mo was even paying cops to guard consignments of drugs and guns. And if he wanted someone iced, he just hired an off duty cop to handle it. Cops were the best killers, they knew how to commit an unsolved murder perfectly.

"Can you scrap? And can you shoot? The fuck you think this is, kindergarten? D, sort the lil Nigga out."

Violence was an every day part of the life, violence and death. As dealer/slash gangster, William had to keep his eyes open and be handy with the steel, or he would get popped, straight get gone. William worked out like a maniac and developed a lean, streamlined, powerful body. He went to Kung Fu and boxing, so he could learn how to break a guy down with his hands and feet. He went to target practice, so he could learn how to put holes in a fool's head and chest.

William moved up now, from peddling on the street to supplying the peddlers. He was riding around the hood, bringing coke and crack to the crews and solo hustlers, and picking up the cash, bringing it back to the crew. Big Mo ran things, bringing in the drugs, paying off everyone and collecting his cash, but you never saw him anywhere near that shit. He controlled it on remote control, and nobody dared steal or get funny ideas, for Mo would just send some off duty cops to whack you and declare it an unsolved, gang related slaying.

Chapter 9

William loved his new life, the life of a gangster. He could now ride with the crew, and he could afford a nice ride, the bling, the gear. And he got respect. For gangsters had respect, money, power and respect/fear.

Power meant that nobody fucked with you. You didn't have to follow the rules like everyone else. You didn't care about the law, the church, the society. Damn, you didn't give a fuck about anyone and what they thought. You did what the fuck you wanted. And you made other people do what the fuck you wanted.

A gangster's horizon was at the edge of their Hood, the Hood was their world and in this world, gangsters were kings. People bowed down, even haters shut the fuck up, like the song, "Coz I ain't a hater like you, So bow down to a Nigga that's greater than you!"

Nobody here gave a fuck about Arnie and his stupid accent. Terminate this, bitch! Terminate the governor and the fucking president.

They would go to the barber shop and the barber would throw customers out of the chair with half shaved heads and tend to Will and the boys and nobody dared say shit. They would walk up to a club and just breeze past all the people standing for hours in the queue. Security would show them love and let them in. People would clear the tables they wanted.

Normal mortals saw them coming, they made room before they even had to be told, "Move Bitch! Get out the way!"

When William moved with the crew, they rolled like ten deep; ten motherfucking dangerous criminals, drug dealers and thugs, drinking and drugging up heavily, out to act the fool. They might show you some love up in the club, but they might just start some shit up in the club, and girls would be screaming as you got fucked up in the club.

Hell, being a gangster was like being a motherfucker with diplomatic immunity. Sometimes the boys, especially Big D and Yello, beat motherfuckers for the fuck of it. Just smacked you up and be like, "What you gonna do about that, BITCH!"

The Police didn't bother them. Black, Latin and White cops, all the way to the top, were on the take, getting paid off real good to keep a blind eye. Hell, most of them were free lancing for gangsters in their spare time, hanging out and partaking in gangster parties and orgies.

For William, one of the best perks of being a gangster was the fl women and the easy pussy it brought. He had always had a high libido and the stamina of a horse. And when he started riding around in fat ass cars, from jeeps to ill Europeans, with money to spend, fine ass gear, bling, hell, the baller bitches came like nails to a magnet.

Nathalie dumped him for becoming a gangster. She was crying and saying she would not be the one to be left all alone, with kids, when her baby's dad was locked up or gunned down.

"William, why daddy? Why? You intelligent. You get good grades. The world is yours. You can study and become anything you want. Get off the fucking streets and come back to school honey. I will do anything you want. Please honey..."

He turned away and she walked off sobbing. He felt some pain, real, heart felt pain. He could have walked after her and left it all behind, but he didn't, just like Nathalie knew he wouldn't.

William went and hung out with a dripping wet chicks named g n j, (gin and juice). They introduced him to their cousin, forty. She was way young though, far from forty, saying "all I need is a man to support me." She was a low maintenance broad. He paid her Korean pimp off at the corner liquor store and told him to keep the change. He twisted off her panties and pulled her dripping wet hole to his parched lips and she drooled all over him, her copious juices flowing over his gums and tongue. She was a skilled ho, massaging his head from the inside, drowning all his worries and sorrows. He was still reminiscing about Nathalie, but Madame Forty hooked him up with a couple of other hot bitches, one, a smoking hot ho called Ms Weed, and the other, an ass popping honey named Lady E. They had him in a headlock, riding his lips and tongue, mentally fucking away his lugubriousness. They got him so high and horny and made him feel strong, like TONY (Top of New York).

He went off to a club where the crew was hanging, and hooked up with a gangster bitch. She might have been much dumber than Nathalie, and had just about as much personality and brains as the tiny, edible thongs he peeled off her hips a couple of hours after they first met, but she was hot and a nasty freak. William forgot about Nathalie, he was like the slick, Rick James Type, sticking his long pipe in her deep pussy, fucking her half dead and then pulling it out to shoot it right in her pretty face, in the back of his truck. He fucked her mouth, pussy and ass on the first date, and then was like,

"Excuse me Miss, what's your name. No, don't bother Ma, just keep that dick in your throat. You can always tell me later." JLT! Word!

The crew was fucking so many women. Personally, he preferred black ghetto booty princesses but even Asian and White chicks were getting into this black gangster thing. Young white chicks were the easiest pussy and he lost count of how many he fucked. Sometimes, several gangsters would party with a hot, tall, slim, young blond, pounding her, sharing her, passing her around and sending her back to daddy gaping, and bathed in semen. It wasn't like they found white girl's more beautiful than black, physically, it wasn't even like they fucked better, it was just a mental thing. There was a kind of nasty pleasure in turning out daddy's lil white girl, making her get down like a bona fide dick licker, that made Nigga cum quicker, a down ass shameless slut, like a veteran stripper, skilled little black-baby-cream-sipper, all covered in black gangster baby lotion.

Like most of his crew, William never dated a girl. There was too much easy pussy floating around to bother putting up with that, "Why didn't you call? The fuck were you last night? You creeping on me? You fucking that whore? Who the fuck that white bitch was lap dancing on you in the club? My girls saw you..."
One of the few guys in the crew was named Yello. Yello was a brother that looked like "super Nigga!" A huge, dark, body builder type with a gigantic body, all muscles. When Yello started dating Manuela, the neighbor's girl that William had had a crush on for ages, William felt sick with jealous.

Manuela was 21, a hot mama with a pretty face, with smooth, chocolate brown skin. She had a gorgeous, stacked booty, thick tits, slim waist and curvy hips and ass by the pound. She loved to flaunt it, walking with her designer thongs and half her nice, big, chocolate butt showing half the time.

Manuela was a high maintenance broad. She had expensive tastes, and loved jewels and fine, expensive clothes, not hip hop gear like DKNY, but the type of designer wear that Demi Moore, Jody Foster, Madonna and all those other riches bitches could afford. Plus she drove a sexy, cream colored, BM convertible, all paid for by Yello of course, who was very proud of her and loved to show her off.

Yello was always bragging about what a nasty freak his woman was. All the guys knew details of how she liked to fuck for hours, that she sucked dick like a pro and loved being hammered, and she would scream her lungs out and cum a thousand times back to back. William used to feel pissed when Yello would be going on about how she ate his ass half the night and he fucked her ass and cleaned his cock in her mouth for the other half.

When Yello proudly announced that Manuela was expecting his baby, William felt a pang of pain, even as he raised his glass and celebrated with the crew. When her eyes met his for a second, he thought he saw something apologetic. Yello and Money got married but she stayed with her mom and had their baby. Yello lived a dirty life. He was fucking a lot of other bitches on the side and he even used to fuck a couple of young yuppie white guys that he had met in jail and turned into his shorties.

When Manuela would kick it with the crew, they called her Money, but for him she was Manuela. There was always this tension between William and Manuela, when their eyes met. He had this feeling deep down inside that she felt something for him. But she was the big homie Yello's girl, so she was out of bounds. That was rule in the crew. You didn't touch your mans' baby ma.

William's girls were just sluts. It was just partying and sex, with an optional sequel. He would fuck a girl, and if the sex was hot, he would fuck her again, a couple of times, then pass her to the crew, for it was no fun, if the homies couldn't have none. The boys used to fuck a girl or two together quite often. William liked that freaky shit, though personally, he was more into chilling with a girl or two, laying back, raising his thighs and getting his dick sucked, his balls licked and his ass hole tongued by a hot freak or two, whilst he captured it all on his cam coder. Later, he would watch it with the homies or get into some virtual, cyber gangster shit and put it on the net, without his face showing, of course. The videos of him getting his black ass licked by white chicks seemed to be the most popular. He wondered why brothers and white boys liked that shit.

Chapter 10

Despite all the nice things about being a high roller, there was a harsh side to the life.

Violence and death were so common. Sometimes, crews went to war. Gangsters were dropping dead like flies all the time. That was what made the guys all reckless. You lived for the day and tried to do everything you had ever wanted to, for you never knew if you would see the sun rise on the morrow. William had to drink and do drugs and go off wilding, smoking fat joints and using the world as his ashtray, just to banish that side of things from his mind.

William became hard and cold. He was pumping MOBB, going,

"I'm living this till the day that I die, Survival of the fit only the strong survive..."

If it was his life or yours, his cash or yours, his dope or yours, his crew or yours, sorry man.

The thing was, you never knew where it might come from; some guy you roughed up way back, a rival crew, a fucked up fool trying to prove something, a drugged up idiot, or even your own crew.

Trouble was simmering in the crew. It was between his cousin, Big D, and Yello, Manuela's husband. William kind of looked up to both of them, for they were the big homies, the longest serving members of the crew, besides Mo.

The problem was that JD, who had been Mo's right hand man, had gotten popped while on a solo creep. Big D or Yello, one of them was supposed to take JD's place. But Mo was stalling in making his decision, and this was causing tension. The crew was split in two, between those in favor of Yello and those who favored Big D. Big D and Yello were both reckless gangsters, that didn't give a fuck. They had been best mates and hell raisers, but now, the beckoning opportunity, of power and more cash, turned them to rivals and foes. They had a serious altercation one day, and Mo called everybody for a meeting, in the back room at his gym, to try and squash the internal beef.

William hooked up with Big D and the guys who were behind him in the car park. They all checked their pistols for they were going in armed.

"But Mo said no guns," William said, starting to get nervous. The room was small. And ten gangsters shooting all at once, hell, that would be a blood bath. If a direct hit didn't get you, ricocheting bullets would.

But Big D told him, "Unlock the safety, son. If shit starts poppin, grab your steel, put your head down, fire and run for the door."

Chapter 11

William met Big Mo often. The big boy was very fit, with a muscular, lean, granite like body. He used to spar a lot with William and they would kick it, just chatting. Big Mo took a liking to William for he noticed he had a good brain and was calm.

When he had been in the crew for two years, and just turned twenty, William was not that pleased when Big Mo told him, "You are going back to finish high school and then study."

"Man, I been out of fag ass school for a year now."

"I need someone with brains in my team, someone who understands finance. I will sponsor you, but when you finish you will work for me."

"Man, I punched a teacher when I chucked out. They wont take me back. Plus I am too old..."

"I already sorted everything out. The Headmaster likes to ride the white horse. He does what the fuck I tell him. If your school report is fucked, then you got beef with me. And believe me, you don't want that."

William had never worked that hard at school. It was like, you just didn't piss Big Mo off. The other guys laughed at him for going to class, but Big Mo was checking his report regularly, like, "You better not fuck up my investment."

William still had to run deliveries a bit after school, for Big Mo did not want him to forget his roots.

Mo started taking him into his confidence, showing his criminal enterprise. It was well structured. He had money all over the place. He had a house in the hood from which he ran his drug business. But he lived in a big ass house somewhere where rich crackers lived, and that's where his wife and children were. His wife thought Big Mo ran a logistics firm. William was impressed.

Chapter 12

William was driving home one evening, a little buzzed from the weed and the booze, in fact, drunk as hell but not throwing up. He was just pulling up to his house when there were squealing tires and a car cut him off. He hit the emergency brakes, his heart rapidly pumping. Was this a jack or a hit? Fuck that! He had been in several shoot outs and was still living. And he intended to. He liked breathing. He wasn't ready to die.

William hit the emergency brakes and grabbed his heat, kicking the door open. He was out of there in a second, hiding behind the car and aiming over it, just about to let off and spray the enemy full of lead.

"Don't shoot! William! Don't shoot!" a terrified female voice screamed.

"Fuck!!!" William exhaled and un-cocked the hammer. He stood up slowly, taking a good look that it wasn't a trap.

"Fuck! The fuck wrong wit u Manuela? Wanna make a Nigga put lead in that pretty ass!"

Manuela jumped out of her cream drop top BM sports, shaking like a leaf in a strong storm. Her lips were quivering and she was scared as hell. He slid his pistol into his waistband and walked to meet her. He took her in his arms and she was trembling so hard. She started sobbing heavily.

"Don't you worry none ma. Sorry. I just thought!"

"William, I cant take it no longer. I just cant! I got a baby boy! I, I, I."

"Chilly mummy! Come in..."

He led her into the house his mom had left him and eased her onto a couch. He got them some Chris and and a fat joint to calm her down.

She was badly shaken. He was surprised. Damn! She shouldn't act up like this. After all, she was a gangster bitch.

William asked Manuela how she was doing? And about her baby boy, who was about three now. Manuela was about twenty four now. She was still married to Yello and still lived with her mom just down the street. She was very frustrated with Yello, he could tell.

As she gathered her nerves, William gazed at her. Manuela was looking hot. Her pretty face was made up neatly, her thick, full lips a glossy cherry red. In her true, nasty style, she was wearing a white, lacy designer thong teddy, which left an ample amount of cleavage peeking out. Her short, tight, sexy, Gucci, jeans skirt was sitting low, giving peeks of her fine, thick, round ass cheeks which had the white strap of her thong teddy disappearing between them and it was so arousing. She wore sparkling silver earrings and matching neckband and bracelet, all of them studded with diamonds. Her feet were in high heeled, knee high boots.

William however noticed she was in a foul mood. She was kind of pissed about Yello because someone had told her he was creeping with some other whore.

William laughed inside. She was getting worked up about one whore. One lousy whore, when Yello was fucking around so much he might as well have been a top porn star, no, make it a top, bi-sexual, IR and black porn star, for Yello was fucking so many girls of all races as well as fucking a couple of his white shorties from jail. William was kind of nauseated about Yello fucking guys, but at least he didn't fuck black guys, only white guys, and he didn't suck them or anything, they served him like his obedient bitches.

Manuela asked William about Yello and he lied and said, "Hell, Yello a good Nigga! He just out there hustling, getting that money. Don't listen to gossips."

"Don't fucking lie to me William. I am tired of this shit, having a man that is never there for me. I have a kid with him. What the fuck is this? He is gone for weeks. He is out there wilding and I am all alone with my kid. We married, but when was the last time he fucked me?"

"Yunno he hustling to give the both of you a better life..." William said.

"This ain't a better life William. He thirty and still gang banging. Every time my phone rings, I am scared someone is gonna tell me he got shot or arrested. I wake up crying from having nightmares of taking my baby to the cemetery or the jail house to visit his daddy! This ain't a fucking life, William! I have talked to Yello about it till my lips were sore, but you know him. He will ride till he dies. Rather that, than be there for me and our baby..."

"Don't talk down on a player. Yello out there putting in work!"

"Fuck that William. It hurts. You a man, maybe you can never feel my pain. A mom's pain. A loving woman's pain. It hurts so much."

She started sobbing heavily. He put his arm around her and for the second time that evening, Manuela soaked his shirt front.

William held her and stroked her soft, long hair. He had to hold the joint and the glass to her lips several times till she finally calmed down.

"William, do you remember when we were kids, going to church? Did you ever think we would end up like this, a gangster and a gangster bitch! What the hell went wrong with us?"

William could feel her pain and sorrow. It was tangible. For the first time in his life, doubts crept into his mind, about the life of a gangster. He trembled slightly as he remembered the situation when he had thought she was an enemy, coming to try and take his life. It was something he lived with every day, the possibility that someone would try and kill him, gangsters, cops, someone out for revenge, someone trying to make a reputation, a junkie, a lunatic...

Usually, he banished it to the back of his mind with drink, drugs and wild sexual escapades. But now, as he looked into her shiny, tear filled eyes, his fear of death and the whole stress of being a gangster pushed to the forefront. It was a heavy burden to bear. He felt the weight crushing his shoulders, drowning him...

He looked desperately into her eyes and saw the same desperation, hopelessness and pain he was feeling, deep in his soul.

"Oh, Manuela..."

"Oh William!"

He wrapped his powerful arms around her like he wanted to crush her. He held her tightly, like a drowning man clutching a log.

Her arms locked tightly around him. He felt her desperation, loneliness and fear and they resonated with his and send them both plummeting into a deep, dark vortex. They cried softly, and hugged each other for ages. Like they were trying to crush each other's tense body.

Then their arms softened. She reached up and stroked his cheek gently. He stroked hers. He gazed deeper into her eyes and found sympathy and affection. She purred, rubbing her cheek against his hand as she drowned into his eyes and forgot her pain.

Their hands started stroking each other. They looked into each other's eyes. She smiled softly. He smiled back. He felt himself drowning in her big, deep, dark eyes. As if in a dream, her pretty face smiled dreamily, and rose to him. She came close, licking her thick, soft lips. Then she stopped, so close he felt her hot, sweet breath on his lips and nostrils.

He went the rest of the way, to meet her. They kissed, softly, pulled back, chuckled and kissed again. Her soft, thick lips felt like fleshy pillows. They parted and he slid his tongue out, to give them a wet, gentle caress. She shivered and moaned. Then she sucked his tongue gently, and took it into her mouth. They kissed languidly, their tongues dancing together. Then they pulled apart.

"William, you know we shouldn't. Yello is my man," she rasped huskily, her voice soft like silk.

"Yeah. And he my mans."

"Quit seducing me. Don't look at me with those beautiful eyes. Make yourself useful and rub my feet." She slapped his chest and squeezed, her fingers playing with his nipple for a second, making him shiver. The sexual tension between them was so thick. Then she pushed him away gently and wagged her feet.

William disentangled himself from her. He took several deep puffs from a joint, then he passed it to her and slid on his knees before her. He pulled off his shirt and she rasped as she gazed at the lean, athletic, defined body in his black sports tank top. He unzipped both her white, leather boots, peeling them off her feet. He removed her socks. Sitting back on his heels, he put one dainty foot on his lap, and picked up the other. Her toe nails were painted cream, just the finger nails.

"You got beautiful feet," he rasped, stroking and tracing her pretty feet.

It was ages since William had gone out of his way to be nice and good to a woman. Since his mom died and Nathalie dumped him, women existed to please him. That was what gangster bitches did, served a Nigga.

But he felt good, as he massaged her delicate, pretty foot with his big, strong hands. She purred and sighed and it made him feel good, to be giving to her. He took his time till her foot was soft like putty in his hand.

Manuela sank back in couch, feeling so good, as if he wasn't just massaging her foot, but her whole body. It was ages since Yello had ever gone out of his way to be nice to her. He still spent a lot of money on her, but there was no tenderness. He said she was a nag, for trying to make him quit gang banging and be a responsible husband and daddy. On the rare occasions they fucked, he used a rubber, saying he didn't want her to trap him into becoming a daddy once again. Once, she had threatened to dump him, and Yello had laughed. When she said she would sue him for maintenance, he had said he would buy her life for three gees. And she had seen he meant it. She was trapped with Yello. She had had enough of being a gangster's bitch, but he was still a gangster.

Manuela now forgot all about her sorrow and heart ache as William stroked her feet tenderly. She started purring and sighing, feeling good all over. And her nipples started hardening, as her pussy started to get wet, very wet.

As he worked on her second foot, William felt her other foot moving in his lap, rubbing up and down his thigh and it gave him shivers. His cock was growing big and hard.

He knew he shouldn't be feeling like this, about his mans girl. It wasn't right. But when he looked at Manuela, he did not see Yello's girl and baby's mom, he saw the girl from next door, that he had been infatuated with for ages.

Manuela gave free reign to the lust she was feeling. The touch of his big, strong, gentle, caring hands on her foot was making her pussy so wet. She could feel her thong getting more and more moist by the minute.

Her foot moved of its own accord, up his powerful thigh, inching closer to his cock, till she was nudging the thick, long ridge that was in his pants leg. She felt shivers, as she realized he was horny too. She traced his nice, big cock lightly with her toe nails. He gasped and gazed intently into her eyes. She gazed back at him with her smoldering slits, and ground her soft foot into his meat, feeling it grow harder and thicker as her clit and nipples stiffened, and began to itch.

She wriggled on the couch and raised her short skirt up around her hips, and left him gazing at the fat mound cupped in the thin strip of the gusset of her thong teddy. The material was soaked and almost transparent, and it was plastered to her dark, shaved, bald mound, which was peeking through so seductively.

"Would you suck on my pretty little toes honey, if I begged you?"

"You don't have to beg me..."

William had eaten pussy. In fact, he loved to go down on a pretty woman. But licking toes was a first for him. He raised her foot and licked the bottom of her big toe. She purred as he twirled his tongue around it, and sucked it. She mewed and shivered. Then she laid her foot along his shaft and ground her heel gently, tantalizingly into the round head of his turgid meat.

William fixed his eyes on her, the girl he had been secretly in love with since puberty. Strong, powerful, amorous emotions washed through him. He licked her foot, lapping it. Then he sucked her toes and she seemed to just melt and go all soft. He licked both her feet and she was writhing gently and sighing and moaning. Then she started stroking her body, running her fingers tantalizingly up and down her sides. As one hand rested over her pubes, cupping her cunt through her teddy, the other scooped up a thick breast and she fondled it and tweaked her nipple through the thin material.

Chapter 13

"Fuck!" William groaned, his aroused, dark eyes blazing at her.

"You are such a darling, William," she purred honestly. "Come here, honey..."

She took his hand and pulled him besides her, tucking her legs up under her ass and laying her body into his. He took a deep puff, held it in and passed. She took a deep puff and draped her arm across his belly, easing her hand under his sports tank and stroking his abs lovingly. He purred, and slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her body into his. She slapped his belly, pinched and was like,
"Damn! You all grown up huh. Got muscles now huh? Big boy..."

"I have been in love with you since I can remember! Spent my puberty whacking off dreaming of this ass. Ha ha ha..." he smacked her ass and eased his hand down her skirt. She wriggled her ass to enable him to access her cheek and shivered as she felt his big, strong hand grab it and squeeze it.

"Damn! Lil Will! You scandalous Nigga! I'm like your sister fool!"

"Then call it incest, I gives a fuck!" he rasped, working his hand into the deep valley between her cheeks. "And the name is big Will!" he took her hand and put it over the bulge in his pants. She stroked, exploring his thick, turgid length, and rasped like,

"Damn! I feel you! Big Will!" Then she looked seriously into his eyes, "But Yello will kill you, Big Will"

"Do you see him here?"

"No! And I am so glad..."

"Then fuck him!" he told her. "What he don't know wont hurt!"

Pursing his lips, he exhaled an arrow of smoke at her. She opened her mouth and sucked it all in. Then he slid his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her pretty face to his. She cupped the back of his neck and pulled him to meet her.

His lips met her wet, soft, parted lips and he lapped them, tasting he sweet, strawberry flavored lipstick. He bore his chin into hers and his thick, hot tongue entered her mouth and explored her languidly. He closed his eyes and saw sparkling lights, and music played in his ears, that wasn't coming from the stereo. He felt her melt in his arms and then her tongue was dancing with his, slipping and sliding, twirling, flicking, licking. They kissed languidly, head rolling, mouths sucking, slurping, smacking, softly. He pulled back and open his eyes, gasping.

"Fuck! I have wanted you so bad, for ages bad ma!"

"I have wanted you too, Will, for like, two years..." she rasped and chuckled deeply.

"Come here, bitch!" he pulled her astride him and they fell all over each other. Manuela was nasty. She grabbed him by the throat, pushed his head back into the seat and devoured his mouth ravenously, literary raping him orally. She was an awesome kisser, sending sharp thrills shooting all over his body, as she sucked and nibbled his lips, making him shiver. Her hips started rolling, grinding her hungry cunt tortuously into his his hard cock, nearly making it burst.

William went wild, mauling her ass and tits and shoving his big hand down her skirt to grab her crack. She was so wet even her crack was all slippery from pussy juices. She suddenly pulled back from his face and groaned, gazing at him like a hungry snake about to strike a fat juicy rabbit.

"I am gonna fuck you Will. Oh my fucking goodness. I am gonna fuck you, William!" she literary squealed.

Then she was ripping his top off as he ripped her arms out of her teddy and her big tits sprang free, right into his face. He grabbed a fat, soft, fleshy, firm mound and attacked it with his greedy mouth, lapping, sucking and nibbling as his other hand stroked up and down her crack, his middle finger stroking her hole. She did some crazy lap dance right there, grinding her tits in his face, rubbing her hole against his finger and rolling her cunt all over his cock.

"Yes Will. Get those tits! Get those fucking tits honey!" she moaned, scooping up a breast and throwing the nipple into his hungry mouth as she stroked his muscular back and dug her digits in.

They became like two frenzied wild beasts in heat. Will literary shoved her onto her back and laid her out along the couch as she ripped his pants open. Hastily, he shoved her skirt up around her hips and yanked the gusset of her teddy off her pussy. The soft material was hot and soaked. She was dripping so much her puffed up, bald chocolate pussy, her entire crotch and inner thighs were soaked and glistening wetly. She pushed his jeans halfway down his thighs, reached and grabbed his long, hard, thick cock firmly, squeezing it, and then yanked it to her cunt. She rubbed his tip up and down her dripping slit, causing them both to moan as she made his fat, bulbous head wet, and then she pushed him in.

Will paused for a second, gazing down at the horny, beautiful, chocolate creature as she gazed back at him with blazing, dark eyes.

"Gosh! I cant fucking believe this is real!"

"Then believe this!" she rasped and started clenching the hungry mouth of her cunt around his head, making him groan.

"I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of you!" he rasped.

"Do it! Fuck me! Split me apart with that big fucking dick, Nigga!"

He braced himself, supporting his weight on his knees and arms. The he rammed his dick into her with all his might. She gave a sharp cry and then her body convulsed violently her head tossing like she was having fits. He couldn't believe it. Her pussy was contracting and fluttering around him. She was cumming. From just one thrust.

What a horny bitch! She needed to be punished. And pleased.

He settled down on top of her, sought her mouth and started kissing her, grinding his big cock deep inside her hot, tight, hungry hole. She started hissing and rolling her hips and he started fucking her.

"Nice and slow honey. Nice and slow. Make me enjoy that good dick. That fucking long, good, strong dick..."

Will wanted to gallop away in her but he controlled himself. He rode her pussy in slowly, deep, smooth thrusts as she rolled her hips round and round, up and down, fucking him back. She hugged him tightly, grabbing and stroking his back as her thighs clamped his hips between them and her heels dug into the back of his thighs. She made him raise his hips and hold still, then her body started undulating like a snake, as she rolled her hips up and down, round and round, sliding his dick in and out of her pussy, rolling it around, letting him touch every part of her tunnel, that massaging his meat and it was beautiful.

He would kiss her nice and deep, pull back, gaze at her happy, lust incensed face, grab a big tit, tease and pinch the nipple and watch her get hornier. Her big, soft ass felt so good under him, like hot, fleshy cushions.

He noticed her arousal keep rising till her breathing turned into sharp gasps and her hips started pumping with urgency, slapping into his, her back arching to take him deeper. William smiled and grabbed her by the throat. He held her in a firm grip and started pumping her up and down, shoving his cock forcefully into her, keeping it in, grinding it in, enjoying the feel of her soft ass on his thighs.

"Ah!! Ah-u-a-u-aaa! That's it baby. That's my spot! Hit it. Fuck me baby!" she threw her head back and tossed and turned, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as she moaned continuously.

He started yanking her onto his meat and hammering it into her cunt, to an urgent rhythm. He fucked her in deep, hard, jarring strokes, and her hips whipped up lustily to meat him, the wet sounds of his cock squishing in her dripping hole filling up their ears.

Her eyes became so big and round it was almost comical. But there was no humor in her face, set so intensely, and filled with lust. Now she wrapped her thighs around his waist and grabbed his ass, digging her talons in and assisting him, yanking him to her pussy when he plunged his cock in, sometimes throwing her head back and crying as if in pain. He didn't let loose completely yet, but kept up a smooth, fast pace, thrusting hard and deep into her, like he was beating the shit out of her pussy, deliberately.

Then she was cuming again, writhing like a frenzied snake and sinking her talons into his cheeks, her cunt glued to his pubes as it was wrecked by convulsions.

William kept it deep inside her until her orgasm subsided. Then he scooped up her thighs, pushed her legs up high, and shoved her knees into her chest. She smiled and snaked her hands around the insides of her knees to hold herself wide open for him. Then she wagged her ass impatiently, revving her cunt around his shaft powerfully and smiling naughtily, like, "I bet you never knew I could do that."

He raised himself up on his arms, gazed down at her, the beautiful chocolate brown creature, all spread out, her fat, bald, brown pussy speared lewdly on his long, thick, bursting, jet black cock.

"Fuck! You are beautiful, Manuela."

"Fuck me baby! Fuck me hard now! Kill me with that big ass Nigga dick!" she growled through clenched teeth and smacked his ass cheeks hard, wagging her ass and revving her cunt around his shaft.

He gave a short, sharp mean laugh, bit his lower lip and saw and felt her shiver as she whimpered, knowing now she was gonna get fucked up.

Then he laid into her, pumping at a fast and furious pace, hitting her pussy hard and deep. She went wild, tossing and bouncing under him, fucking him back lustily and making sharp, loud cries to his hard grunts. They fucked like beasts, their lust driving them to reach a murderous, blistering pace.

Manuela wrapped her thighs and arms around him like she wanted to crush him as she sank her talons deep into his ass cheek, giving him sharp, sweet pain that incensed him and made him fuck her harder, deeper, faster.

The couch started rocking and squeaking under them but they didn't give a fuck. William fucked her as hard as he could, and his cock started growing rock hard and feeling like it was aflame. She stopped fucking him back, but arched her back, pushed up her hips and held her cunt open for him to enter her real deep on his murderous lunges. His hips thudded into her as his thick balls slapped into the crack of her ass.

Then she did something that drove him wild. She licked two digits, reached around her ass and shoved them into her ass hole. Then she started pumping them in and out as he fucked her. And he could feel them digits with his dick through the bottom of her pussy.

"You fucking cunt!" he grunted and fucked her so hard he thought his back would break. She threw herself back, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she gave prolonged, crazed moans but she kept her digits in her hole as her hips were hit by violent spasms. Her pussy now gripped his cock so tightly it took all the beast in him to keep fucking her harder and harder.

Then he shoved it in all the way and his balls exploded, and his head as well, forcing him to glare at her like a mad idiot as he came so hard. He jerked sharply to ever spurt of cum he shot deep inside her. She gobbled and moaned shuddering as she came again, weakly this time.

He slowly sank down on her and she welcomed him in her arms. Then she shocked him, as she lapped her fingers, straight from her hole.

"Fuck! You nasty!"

"Yeah! So what you gonna do about it!" she teased, revving her cunt around his softening cock. "Keep it in me. I will get that motherfucker hard in a second."

He fired up a joint and supported himself on his elbow as he held the blunt to his and her lips. She was stroking his sweat soaked body tenderly, sometimes craning her neck to kiss his face, shoulders, chest and arms.

Her pussy was amazingly talented. Its was like she had fingers and hands in there. Her slippery, cum drenched walls were massaging and stroking him, getting him hard again.

"Fuck. I cant believe I let this good dick go to waste for that long, thinking you was just a lil boy! Nigga don't hog the joint. Pass the shit!"

"I reckon I got something you will love smoking even better!" he chuckled and pulled out of her, causing her to pout in dismay. He sat up in the couch, sinking back, and pulled her head onto his lap, puffing on his joint as he ran his thick, dark, long shaft along her lips. He made her lie on her side, so he could gaze at her fine ass and smack it and grab it as she scooped up his cock and lapped it.

"Yeah! Lick it like a tasty lolly. Get that dick. That look like a kid's dick to you? That's a grown ass man fucking big, black cock right there. Get it ho! Get that dick!" he rasped, putting it in her hand.

"Mmmm! Its a nice, strong adult cock!" she rasped, palming his cock in both hands, stroking it so beautifully.

He got blown, and he got licked. He got lapped and he got sucked. Manuela didn't blow him, she made sensuous gentle love to his cock and balls with her soft mouth. She vacuumed his thick head in and pumped his shaft gently, smoothly as she chewed on the head and twirled it around her hot mouth, moaning with relish.

William spat on his digits and got them wet and slick, then he stroked her crack. She loved it, gasping around his cock as she pushed her ass back at his hand. He rimmed her puckered hole and slowly worked a knuckle in her. She moaned and pushed back, taking his entire finger in her hot ass. It was tight and wet. He soon had two digits in her hole, pumping and twisting them in and out, feeling her ass get hotter and wetter. Manuela was now moaning deeply and sucking his cock so hard, as she worked more and more into her mouth.

She got him hard as a rock, then he ripped off her skirt and teddy, leaving her ass naked except for her boots. He smacked her ass and made her bend over on the couch, with her elbows resting on the back. He stood behind her, bending his knees, and lodged his bursting cock into her pussy mouth. Then he rammed his dick deep into her.

"Ahhh! Fuck!! I feel you deep inside me player! Give it to me. Fuck me hard! Make me cum all over that big dick! Its way bigger than Yello's. That Nigga ain't got shit on you! Harder! Yeah, ram it into me! I ain't fragile!!! Fuck! Ohhhhhhh- F-U-U-U-U-CK!!!!! make me bust! You nasty ass Nigga! Make me bust!"

He grabbed her slim waist, squeezing it together as he pumped her back and forth on his shaft, fucking her nice and smoothly. It took him by surprise as she started busting all over his dick again. He realized Yello was right, the girl could cum all the fucking time. She was bouncing and throwing back at him as her pussy fluttered away.

Then she growled at him over her shoulder like, "Hold on, don't move Nigga! Lemme pop that ass all over you! Wanna feel that booty clap? Huh? All right den! Take that!"

It was beautiful. He nearly got sober as he held it up for her and let her fuck herself to death on his rigid meat. She was doing some funky, dirty dancing shit all over his dick, popping that ass, making the booty clap as her hot, tight fuck hole grabbed his cock like she had a hand in there and beat him like a saltshaker. He damn near exploded before he caught himself, pulled it out and made her suck his dick and taste her pussy.

"How it taste babe?" he rasped as he stuffed his thick cock into her pretty mouth.

"Mmmm! Tasty! I love my pussy! Mmmm!" she lapped his cock clean, and wet, then she caught a severe case of the munchies and started double fisting him and pumping him aggressively as she bobbed and sucked his dick hard, ravenously, keeping a wet, tight vacuum on the crown on his meat. Damn! Shit was beautiful as a motherfucker.

He enjoyed it, groaning. Then he smacked her ass and told her, "Bend over bitch!"

She was like face down, ass up on the seat and he lodged his cock in her dripping opening and rammed it all the way up in her hole. He rolled it around her gooey tunnel, on some freaky shit like that, as he spat on his digits and worked two knuckles into her ass hole. She shuddered heavily and pushed against him, grinding that ass into his loins like she was trying to make powder out of pepper corns. He slid them in and she moaned and hissed and shivered then just lunged back and shoved his two digits all the way into her ass hole, as his cock plunged all the way into her pussy.

He fucked her pussy nice and smooth as he finger fucked her ass hole and had her hissing like a snake and shuddering continuously. He had her asshole all loose in a while, then he pulled out of her pussy and brought his smeared, slick, hard cock to her ass.

He rubbed the blunt, swollen tip against her hole and slowly bore down on her, pushing it in, making her hole blossom open around his meat. She gasped sharply as he entered her with audible pop. Then he worked it into her slowly till his balls were pressing into her dripping, hot cunt. Then he ground it into her, loosening her. She was soon hissing and grinding right back and he felt her hole loosen and start to lube.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of that ass, bitch!" was all he growled.

"Do it! Tear me a new one!" was all she growled back at him, her eyes blazing at him over her shoulder.

He grabbed her soft, curvy, but strong hips, kept one foot on the floor, put the other on the couch and bent his knees a bit so he could get a good swing going. Then he started fucking her ass in nice, smooth, deep, thrusts.

She loved anal like FUCK!!!! At least that was what she kept moaning, between her hisses and short squeals of pleasure. He rode and pumped that ass and she started stroking her clit, causing her hips to spasm and pump sharply.

He kept up a steady, rhythmic pace till she started cumming, her ass hole convulsing around him. Then he bit his lip and hammered her ass, doggy style. She loved a hard, thorough fuck and she could take it too. He pounded her again and again, his big balls slapping into her bald mons, and she was growling and throwing it back at him. Her pussy was so wet her juices were soon soaking his and her inner thighs as his cock squished in her well lubed ass hole.

He said, "Fuck it," and climbed with both feet on the couch now, squatting on her ass like a low stool, then he grabbed her hair like the reigns on a wild bronco and smacked her ass as he hammered that ass lustily. She was unbelievable. She squealed at every deep, hard, jarring thrust and lunged back at him, taking his dick all the way in.

They began to get hot like they were in a sauna. Sweat was dripping down their bodies as they fucked like animals.

Then he felt her stiffen. She growled through clenched teeth, leaned forwards and then lunged back into his hips, slamming his dick ll the way up her tight, wet ass. Then her tight hole was contracting violently around his meat.

William growled like a beast and wrapped his hands around her neck like he wanted to choke her. Then he pumped away like a rabbit, yanking her by the neck onto his dick, pounding her like he wanted to destroy her ass.

He fucked her ass like a gangster should. He had never gave a woman such a hard ass fucking.

She went wild, screaming for more cock, cuming harder, bawling louder. She was banging her face into the back of the couch and her sharp, long ass nails damn near ripped the seat open. He didn't give a fuck, he kept pounding her, harder, faster, deeper. Sweat poured down his body.

Finally, she was begging him to stop. She was like, "Time out, time out, please! Nigga don't murder me!"

He pulled it out with a soft plop and, drunk from cumming, she collapsed onto the couch seat, face first, and her gaping hole winked at him. He ran a fingertip around it and it clenched wildly. She shivered and groaned, and rasped,

"You scandalous. Please give that ass a break..."

He cut any further talk as he slid his cock into her mouth and told her to taste it. She moaned around him, got all greedy and feverish, and started jerking and sucking him ravenously, loving the taste.

Then he sat back on the couch and made her made him. She squatted over him, stroked his cock and worked it back into her ass hole. She told him, "Freeze, Nigga don't move," like she was the police. Then she grabbed onto his shoulders and rode his dick, pumping her hips powerfully and rolling them smoothly and it felt so good. Then she was going all wild, grabbing the back of his neck with both hands, glaring at him like she hated him and riding his ass cock hard and fast, whipping that ass like a salt shaker and groaning like a horny, insatiable beast.

She came hard all over him and then sank onto him, gasping. She kissed him and pulled him down as she rolled onto her back.
William climbed astride her chest and cupped the back of her head, pulling her to his cock, that was all smeared from the juices of her ass. She moaned and gazed up at him as she softly lapped and sucked her ass off his meat and left it all shiny.

Then he got between her thighs, put her feet on his shoulders, shoving her knees into her tits. Then he bit his lower lip and and fucked that ass for all he was worth. He yanked her onto his hips as he rammed his dick like a battering ram deep into her hole, pounding that pretty ass to an oblivion. She was a big girl and could take a hard fucking, which was exactly what he had on offer; a hard, thorough gangster fuck, call it black on black crime, for it had to be illegal to fuck a girl that hard in the ass.

He was lunging into her, nailing her to the seat as he fucked her to one shattering orgasm after the other, making her scream as her ass got so tight around him, contracting violently.

She finally just went all soft and closed her eyes and lay back, heaving softly. When he pulled his hard cock out of her, she winced with pain.

She looked up at him, dreamy eyed, gasping, wiping the sweat from her brow.

"Oh fuck! That dick is good, Will. You done fucking grown up boy! Shit! Fire one up and pass it daddy!"

He blazed one and took a deep puff as she scooped up his cock and started stroking it. He put his knee down besides her face, so his dick was directly over her and he held the joint to her mouth. After she took several deep puffs, he laid his smeared shaft along her lips.

"Lick it and taste your ass. Go on baby!"

"You nasty! Hi hi hi!" She took a deep puff, held it in, gazing at his cock, and then she exhaled at his meat. She took another puff, then she nodded his hand away.

"Lay it on my lips and lemme brush my teeth with that big ass dick!"

He did and started see sawing his hips back and forth as she kissed it, lapped it and grazed it lightly with her wet, shiny white teeth, moaning and purring.

She licked his dick clean, and then vacuumed him into her mouth. William groaned and slid on top of her, straddling her chest. Then Manuela made him moan as she scooped up her big tits and wrapped them around his cock, like two hot, fleshy cushions that were all slick from her sweat. She pumped her big tits up and down his hard shaft as she twirled her tongue around his dick head and sucked and chewed away on his meat and it was beautiful. William puffed away for a while, enjoying. He was puffing away and stroking her pretty face and soft hair, as he finally did what he had wanted to do to her since puberty, and that was to fuck her pretty face.

"Damn! You nasty. I wanna fuck your throat! Get on the floor."

Manuela was still kind of woozy, but he was soon sitting back like a pimp as she knelt on a cushion on the floor between his big, sweaty thighs and sucked his dick, jerking him with two fists, making him grow longer and harder.

He realized Yello had been right, Manuela knew how to suck dick. She wrapped her lush lips around his head and sucked him hard, pulling way back and stretching his cock like a thin piece of rubber. And then she started stroking and jerking him, twisting her slick palms, working magic, and his dick filled up with blood and became thick. She pulled her lips off him and let go, and his hard cock pointed at her pretty mouth. He gasped. He had never seen his dick this thick and large. Fuck!!!

Then Manuela moved in closer, leaning an elbow on one sweaty thigh as she worshiped his dick and balls and with her hands and mouth. She lapped him like tasty lolly and drooled all over him. Then she vacuumed him in and bobbed rhythmically, slobbering away on his cock like a greedy, feasting dog.

She wasn't trying to make him cum, she was enjoying his dick, moaning and purring with relish as she blew him sensuously. Her soft mouth rode smoothly up and down ride his shaft, her slick, skilled hands pumping and twisting away to the same smooth rhythm. Then she would pull her lips off him wetly, and roll her tongue around his dick head, showering it with kisses, as her hands kept jerking him with smooth precision.

William was soon tossing and squirming around on the couch, like he was sitting on flames, all due to the magic her mouth and hands were working on him. She smiled sweetly around his meat, her dark eyes glowing like coals, looking directly into his, holding them, like she was saying, "Look what the fuck I am doing to you, motherfucker!"

Sometimes he just stared at her in disbelief, groaning, gasping, groaning again, his voice so deep and husky. Then he would throw his head back and let it roll and toss around on the back of the couch, eyes jammed shut, producing soft, high pitched moans.

He heard her give a naughty chuckle around his cock, then she started jerking him furiously, bobbing her head at break neck speed and sucking him voraciously, loudly, wetly, making deep frenzied groans in her throat.

"Ah fuck!!!!" he groaned, his legs going stiff, his hands slamming into the couch, trying desperately to grab onto something. "Fuck!!!!"

"Hmmmmm!" was all she said and then she bomb dived down on his cock and amazed him, as she took his thick, engorged, swollen meat way into her throat. She had half of it. She pulled back a bit, rolling her head, and then went down and got the rest of it. Then her long tongue was lapping his balls and he was like,

"F-U-U-U-U-CK!!!!"

He loved her throat. She had a good, deep, tight, slippery throat. She fucked him with her throat now, bobbing and rolling her head, her slick, hot walls grinding away on his over sensitive, big, hard gangster dick, making him go mad with pleasure, as her eyes blazed at him from her incensed, sex crazed face.

She incensed him now, pulling back smoothly, sucking him gently till he was almost all the way out of her throat, then she would bomb dive at him, banging him all the way back down her throat. It was so beautiful he wanted it to go on forever.

But suddenly, he couldn't hold it any longer. His cock, balls, head and entire body just exploded. He threw his body back into the seat as his hips leaped up. Then he was thrashing around and hammering his fists on the seat, but Manuela held him down and kept his jerking, leaping cock in her throat, taking his cum straight to her belly.

William thought he would die. Such pleasure was not possible.

Chapter 14

As his awesome orgasm finally subsided, William writhed and groaned weakly on his back, his hips twitching and jerking weakly once in a while. Manuela pulled back from his softening cock and sucked hard on the head as she milked the shaft of all his cum.

She looked up into his face, smiling...

"How you feel, baby boo?"

"Fucking great. That was fucking amazing," he rasped weakly.

"I wanna drink your cum, William. You shot it all in my fucking throat. I didn't even have the chance to taste it."

"You not getting any more cum out of this here dick. My balls are fucking empty..."

"Is that so..." she purred, smiling naughtily.

Then Manuela amazed him. Again. She spat on her hands, and one returned to his cock as the other wandered to his balls, stroked them a bit and then slid into his crack. She started stroking his crack and it was incensing. His cock stirred in her slick had as she teased his sensitive cleft and then rimmed his hole. He gasped sharply as she entered him with a knuckled. Then she was pumping it in and out and stroking his prostrate and his cock hardened instantly.

"Take that bitch!" she teased as she took his dick head in her mouth and blew him, while she finger fucked him..

"You cunt! Fuck! Fu-u-u-u-ck! You are eating that ass damn ya! Get in there!"

Manuela worked her finger out and pushed his legs up. He grabbed held them up and spread them and she went down into his crack, her pretty face getting swallowed up in his ass as she wiped him with her tongue and lapped him up. It felt like smooth, hot, wet silk, did her tongue. Then she worked her long, pointed tongue into his hole and fucked him with it, slurping and sucking away as she stroked his cock.

He was soon rolling and writhing around again, with bright colors dancing around in his vision. It was so, so good. Even if he died and went to heaven, he knew it would never be this good.

Then she took his dick into her mouth but did not bob or jerk him. Instead, she just swiveled him around and kept a gentle suction as she eased her middle finger into his hole and finger fucked him smoothly, stroking his prostrate with gentle but firm pressure.

William couldn't believe it. He could feel the orgasm of his life gathering in his balls.

He grabbed her head like he wanted to crash it as he glared at her like a gasping moron. She only cooed around him and rolled her head, stroking his bursting dick head with her tongue, twirling it around him, and it as incensing.

Then his balls were exploding violently again. His cock started leaping and jerking and spurting hard jets of frothy, tasty cum. She cried and shuddered as she caught three hard blasts to the roof of her mouth. Then she spat him out and jerked his dick furiously, directing him to spray the rest in her pretty face. When his orgasm subsided, she milked his cock into her mouth and she moaned, lapping up his cum. Then he collapsed onto the seat, gasping and praising her.

She was like, "Fuck you! Dumb ass!!! You ruined my fucking make up!"

"Sorry baby" he chuckled.

"ha ha ha! Asshole!" she laughed.

Then Manuela took his hand in a strong grip and gazed deep into his eyes. "William, lets leave. Lets just get up and leave. We will start off anew, somewhere, far away from this."

"No! You Yello's girl!"

"I used to love him. And the life. But its gone, Will. There is one man I want to be with. I don't care that he is younger than me. All he has to do is come with me. You can go back to school, and college, Will. Even if I have to work two jobs to look after you and my kid."

"No!" he shook his head. "I cant do this to Yello."

"Don't lie. You are like him. You wanna ride till you die. You cant leave the game!"

He didn't answer, because he knew she was right. And she knew it.

She sighed, then gave a soft whimper. She leaned in and kissed him. Then she picked up her clothes and left for the bathroom in silence. He got dressed and then she returned, looking fine.

"Not a word to anyone, all right?" he said.

"Don't worry, I wont bring beef to your valued crew. But think about what I said."

He walked her to the door. She turned and hugged him. He held her soft body to his. It just came naturally that they started kissing again.

And before they both could say, "Fuck!" they were ripping off each other's clothes.

Chapter 15

William felt guilty and bad, the following day. It was not a good thing, to do what he and Manuela had done.

But gangsters and gangster bitches needed love too.

They promised not to do it again. But soon, they met twice a week, at his house. She would leave her car at home, lie that she was visiting a friend and sneak into his house.

Manuela did things none of his gangster bitches did. She would cook, clean up, throw his laundry in the machine and hang it up.

They would eat, watch a movie or something, holding each other, stroking each other tenderly. She would tell him about what she wanted to do with her life. She was thinking of going back to school and college, and becoming a psychologist.

When she asked him what he would do after getting out of the gang bang stuff, William had no response.

William had been in love with her for ages, and he realized that she shared the feelings. He didn't have to spend a cent on her or buy her expensive stuff and give the benefits of a gangster's girl. Tender, affectionate looks and touches were enough.

They would take turns to massage each other with their hands and tongues. He had never gone down on a woman's ass before, but he did it with her. It was like, the moment she told him that Yello was so scared of having another baby, he never hit it without a rubber, and he wasn't fucking her any more, any way, too busy with rolling and fucking some sluts, he felt relieved. Manu didn't call Yello and he didn't come around.

She was a good teacher, showing him how to excite and drive a girl wild with his fingers and tongue. William would eat her pussy for ages and tongue her ass till she was drunk from cuming.

They would make love for ages, fall asleep in each other's arms and when he woke up, she would be gone.

She never asked him to leave with her again. She just gave him the tenderness and affection of her warm heart and that was louder than words. Sex with her was fabulous, but the thing he craved the most was to lie in her arms and hold her, feeling her warm arms around him, listening to her soft, sweet voice, feeling her gentle caress. Sometimes, William would cry softly, missing his mom, and wishing things were different, and he could just be with Manuela, forever, raising kids, sharing love. A warm home...

William became tempted to leave the game, for the first time in his life. He started having fantasies of just riding away with her and little man, and never coming back. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. Even though he no longer fucked the gangster sluts, and hardly went wilding with the boys, he just couldn't. He knew what would happen. Was he to leave for a couple of years, when he came back, the crew, most of them would be dead, or in jail. And he would feel guilty, for deserting them.

Chapter 16

One evening, Big Mo called him over to his house and was like, "The other guys are fucked up. They too near sighted. They don't see the big picture, life after drugs. If everybody used their heads, we could all relax and make our money and nobody would have to die."

"Might as well get an office job then. Wilding is fun! Ha ha ha."

"The fuck can you buy with that? Get it into your thick skull, its about the money. I don't want you hanging with the other guys, going off to start stupid shit. Let them catch a bullet. Good riddance. But I don't want you around that shit!"

"I gotta support my team!"

"Stay away from that shit. A new era is dawning. Dinosaurs will become extinct or get locked up by the white man. Niggaz is too immature."

"Maybe you should sort out the beef between Big D and Yello. Since Yak got locked, you never said who is the new number two. That is causing the beef in the crew."

"They grown men. Let them sort it out. You stay out of it. I know Big D your cousin, but ain't no relatives in this. You hear?"

As he drove around to meet Big D, things slowly became clearer to him. Mo wanted Big D and Yello to fight it out and kill each other. The two guys were too reckless and stupid. They were straining things with other crews and the cops. The thing was, they were in it for the violence, the parties and the pussy. Not for the business as such. They couldn't even spell it. One or both of them gone would be a good thing, for Big Mo.

Mo couldn't fire them. You don't fire a gang member. And he couldn't have them killed, because the other gang bangers might become paranoid and come gunning for him. Or they might desert him and other gangs would move in and wipe him out. So, he wanted them to kill each other, plus a couple of other fools, and then build a crew of intelligent gangsters. Like him.

That was all good for Big Mo. In fact, is the two of them died, it was like Jada had said it,

"... Kiss you, bitch ass Nigga, And if you die, the hood wont miss you, you bitch ass Nigga!"

That was all good for Big Mo. But not for William. Yello was his boy. And Big D was his cousin. No way was he letting them die. He decided he had better get the guys together, and force Big Mo to sort out the beef, maybe lay a set of rules and at least give the guys a long rope to hang themselves with. Hell, Big Mo owed them a second chance. They had made him rich.

Chapter 17

William found Big D in a hip hop club, partying. About half the crew came from the same part of the neighborhood as Big D and the others were people Yello had grown up with. Big D was with three of his boys. The five of them occupied a table in the VIP and had the Chris flowing. A bunch of groupie ass hos was hanging with them.

Big D was mad at Yello. There was a guy Big D was mates with. The guy wasn't a gangster, in fact he was a four eyed dinosaur and a nerd, going to college. But him and Big D went way back. Yello and one of his boys had run into the guy, roughed him up and beaten him the hell up. They then pissed into a glass and made him drink it. When Big D heard about this, he was pissed. But Yello sneered at him and said, "He provoked me, that idiot, and he got what he deserved."

"How you gonna disrespect my homie like that!"

"He a bitch! Are you gonna put that bitch before your crew?"

Everyone had known that Yello did the whole thing just to piss off Big D. William knew that Big D was planning on getting his revenge. He was hoping though that he could get Yello and Big D to stop squabbing. With some straight talk.

Big D was kind of excited, saying, "Wait till you see which bitch I got coming over!"

Thirty minutes later, she arrived. It was Manuela. She was looking hot, well made up, and dressed in a white, sleeveless top, matching, tiny white shorts with a zipper at the back and white mid thigh stockings and knee high white boots. Her white thongs were sitting high around her hips and half her fine ass was on show.

This wasn't the Manuela he was spending two to three nights a week with. This was Money, the gangster bitch.

Big D was like, "Welcome Mami. Good to see you. Hey, Move bitch! Get out the way! Make space for a lady." he cleared out a space and she settled between him and William.

Everybody in the crew knew that Yello and Money were having trouble. William heard Big D dissing Yello, like, "What! Don't tell me that fool creeping on you. You don't deserve this shit! Nigga need to treat a fine ass woman like you like a lady. Shit! I don't believe this shit. Are you serious! Here, have a little something to drink ma! Pop this and feel better."

Money was popping E pills like MnMs and drinking a lot, both of which Big D readily supplied. She soon got drunk and high.

Mischief shining in his eyes, Big D whispered to William, "We are gonna fuck that bitch's bitch. We are gonna run a train on his baby's ma!"

William was shocked. And not just because he and Money were lovers.

The crew shared girls sometimes, fucking them together; but there was one rule, they shared whores, not their real girlfriends or baby's ma. If a guy was seriously attached to a woman, she was out of bounds. This was some serious shit. But Big D wanted revenge. And he wanted to provoke Yello into a fight, so he could say to Big Mo, he had acted in self defense.

"Oh hell! You do that and there's gonna be blood on the streets!"

"Ain't gonna my blood, that's what the fuck I can tell you."

William looked at the other guys and noticed straight away that they were all in on it.

Big D passed him a fat joint to shut him up and started partying with Money.

He was like, "Don't be depressed about that fool if he don't know how to treat his lady. Come on baby girl. Get, get, get up and get down!"

Money was like, "Fuck yeah, I wanna party! Fuck Yello. He can kiss my black ass!"

She started wilding with Big D and things started getting out of hand. She basically threw it in his face, rubbing her hot, big round, steaming hot, skimpily clad ass all over his dick. Then she jumped on a table and did a table dance, and Derek was smacking her ass Derek and stuffing bills down her thong, with everyone cheering.

William felt sick with jealous, but even more, he panicked. There were many people here who knew Money was Yello's girl. He would hear about it. William was like, "Fuck!" for he knew there would be big trouble.
"No. I gotta get rid of her, call a meeting tomorrow and force Big Mo to sort this bullshit out. We one gang, one blood. We cant be killing each other."

When Derek was talking to some other dudes, he saw his chance, went up to Money, took her hand and was like, "Yo! We gotta talk!"

The place was packed and most people didn't notice him making off with her. She was popping and clapping that ass and giggling as he grabbed it and smacked it and led her outside. He fired up a blunt and led her to his big ass, tinted truck. He pushed the front seats forward and collapsed them and they got into the roomy back seat. He turned on some soft lights and fat bass beats made the windows shake. Money started bouncing around on the seat, doing the bump and grind, shaking her tits, with her legs thrown apart.

He wanted to talk to her, but they ended up kissing, and fucking in his car. They fucked like animals in heat and on drugs, which they were.

They came like beasts. Afterwards, he said,

"I'm driving you home," he said.

"No. I wanna party, you fucking bastard! Messing up my face. Stuffing your cock into my throat and pussy and ass hole!" she said, pulling on her discarded clothes. "Fucking me like a bitch! Making me cum like a fucking slut! Damn! Will! That shit was hot. You got a good dick baby." She was cleaning her face and pussy and touching up her makeup.

"Lets hit another place."

"No. Me and the boys are gonna party."

"Those Niggaz wanna fuck you! Get the fuck away before you cause major beef in my crew!"

"I don't give a fuck. I am bailing. I am out! I am leaving this shit behind. I am fucking fed up! With everything. This whole stupid gangster shit! Get out Will. Come with me. We'll start all over again, in Atlanta."

"Lets go home and talk about it."

"Forget it Will, you and them, you all ain't never gonna get out. You gonna end up dead son. But I ain't sticking around, to bury all you all or come visiting you in jail."

"So, just fuck off then. But don't fuck up the crew."

"Fuck the crew! You are all dogs. You are fucking me behind your mans' back, and Big D and them are paying to fuck me."

"Big D paying you?"

"Yeah Nigga. And I need those ends, to start all over. To start a new life, gangster free!"

"Fuck! I will give you the money."

"If you ain't coming, I don't want your shit!" she looked at him seriously. "This is decision time Will, you say you are coming, I will ride home with you and we are leaving tomorrow. But if you ain't, I am fucking all your homies and fucking off!"

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck yourself Will. Fuck you! You coward! And good fucking bye!"

Then there was some loud banging on the car window. They heard Big D's voice.

"Don't do it!" he said in a whisper to Money and she snickered. "You do it and its over between us."

"Fuck you!"

Suddenly, a searing anger gripped him. He smacked her hard across the face, making her head snap back. She gasped and smacked him back, twice, hard.

Will yanked the door open and jumped out. Big D looked in and saw Money's disheveled state.

"You player ass Nigga! You beat me to it. Money any good?"

"Yeah, bitch got a nice throat!" he snorted and she snickered at him.

"Fuck off, little dick Nigga. Come in here Big D and give me a real man cock."

"Rip the bitch's throat, cousin!" William sneered and the two guys laughed and slapped palms.

Derek went into the truck. As the door slammed shut, William felt dizzy and sick with pain. His feet were so heavy. His mind, soul and body were screaming for him to run back to the car,rip the door open and yank Big D out and punch him. And then take her hand and walk away from it all. But he didn't He couldn't. Big D and many of his boys would be dead, soon, he knew. Unless he stayed to stop it. But that wasn't the main reason he was letting Manuela go.

He wasn't even mad at Manuela. He knew he had let her down. He knew then, he would never leave the game and the boys. He never would. It was his life. He would ride till he died. A gangster for life.

He tried to blink the tears back because gangsters didn't cry. He felt them roll down his cheeks, in streams. He popped a couple of tablets.

Derek and Money came in after about twenty minutes later. She avoided his eyes and he avoided hers. Then he just gazed at her, hard. She gazed back, and her eyes were shiny. He blinked. She blinked too. Then she slid onto another crew member's lap. As the guy ran his hands up and down her thighs and she ground her ass into him, he felt like someone was running a sword through his body, a hot, glowing sword. He knew this was his last chance, to get up, get his girl and leave. He didn't He popped some pills, chased them down with hard liquor, and grabbed a hot groupie and went dancing. Doing the gangster boogie.

Chapter 18

They got rid of the other girls, and all went to William's house, Money and five hard core gangsters, with hard gangster dicks. She knew what they were planing, and she had the same plans too. William never found out how much money Derek paid her. Two guys had cam coders.

She was like, "All right, you scandalous Niggaz!!! I need a shower. Lemme freshen up and make myself a lil pretty for you guys. Will get my bag from my car."

There was a kind of quiet in the room. They were all so used to breaking laws and it excited them, to break this law and commit a nasty betrayal. But this was kind of hard core. The only person that didn't give a fuck all the way was Derek.

William had an eerie feeling, looking at them. Some of them were gonna be dead soon, that was sure. The wheels had started turning long ago, probably with the first drugs that the FBI put in the ghettos, to destroy black folk, something he didn't know then. Those wheels could not be stopped now.

When Money rejoined them, all doubt was erased from everyone's mind. She had changed into a fresh pair of tiny, cream, lace thongs and a matching, push up half cup bra that made her big tits look awesome. She was like a fine ass ghetto pussy in boots, with her knee high, white, high heeled boots. All the guys were like whoa! Dicks got stroked and got even harder.

William felt a searing anger at her then. Like he would preferred she just wait around for him forever, giving him a chance, even if he would never take it. But this, this was some shit. He suddenly hated her, and wanted her to be fucked like a bitch. The bitch she was now, for him.

Money came and sat between Derek and William and started fondling their cocks as they held glasses of alcohol and joints to her mouth. They were all taking drugs and the two cameras were rolling.

William sacked her ass and told her to give him a lap dance. She snorted and gave Big D one instead. He stood up, grabbed her hair and slapped her face with his dick. He told her, "Suck it bitch!"

The other guys cheered, as Big D grabbed her tits and the cameras focused in on the action.

Money looked up at him and William saw searing anger and pain for a second. And then she smiled meanly, grabbed his cock and blew him. As two guys moved up on either side, she reached out blindly, grabbed their cocks and started jerking them. She cried sharply as Big D entered her and made her ride his dick as she bobbed away on William's. Soon, Money was sucking three cocks.

She was on fire, her anger at William, plus pure, carnal lust and her drug consumption allowing her to be the nasty freak that the gangsters wanted. She soon was on her knees, with all the guys gathered all around her. She was jerking and sucking their big, hard dicks, smiling and winking into the cameras and talking nasty shit like, "Watch me get nasty! Motherfucker!"

It was something they had done a few times, five, six guys and one or two chicks. It was kind of a male bonding thing, much better than holding hands or giving each other hugs and some corny shit like that.

And she was glad to help them bond. Soon she was going cock crazy, riding one dick, taking another up the ass and sucking one as she jerked two. She got fucked by those horny, unscrupulous gangsters till broad daylight. They used her like a cum bucket and she used them like paid, male whores. She must have had a pussy and ass and mouth like wonder woman because she was on some superhero shit. The guys fucked whichever hole of hers, came hard, rested, sipping alcohol and smoking weed and came to fuck her again. They smacked her ass, rammed her holes, poured Chris over her and basically fucked her whichever way they pleased. And she was cumming so often and so hard, like she was finally living a nasty fantasy. William swore he had never seen a hornier freak. She drained all their balls, ten, hard cases, and left them with aching balls, sore dicks and raw backs.

Finally, however, she got pounded to an oblivion and knocked out by all that dick.

In the morning, they all agreed that the thing had to stay a secret. Money was sore, but she was like, "Thanks guys."

She blew them kisses, avoided their eyes and walked off gingerly. Then she stopped, ran back to William, hugged him tightly, sobbed and left, to scoop up her kid and bail. He just stood there passively, watching.

Chapter 19

Money called Yello from the highway, already a couple of hundred miles out of town, with their son on the seat besides her, and all her stuff in the trunk and back seat, to tell him, "Its over babe!"

They started fighting.

He was like, "After all I did for you bitch! Whore! Slut! Mutha-phuck you!!! I want my son!" blah, blah, blah.

Money was hot tempered so she got pissed and told him on the phone,

"Yeah fuck you! I fucked all your boys at Will's last night, all five and they all bigger than you. Sorry, I cant chat much coz I am so sore all over. Bye, loser! And thank your boys for all that dick. Damn I still feel them in me, moving like snakes. Gotta go now." She hung up and threw away her phone.

The guys posted parts of the video on the web, not showing their faces, but showing Money and their cocks. They made sure word got to Yello. Big D was showing people a video from his cell phone, showing Money riding him, and sucking two cocks.

Yello wanted war, of course. He went and got the four guys from the crew that had not taken part in gang banging his girl. Now, it was five against five. Yello was talking feuding and murder. He said, "Its on, mutha-phukaz!"

William took Big D to the side and told him Big Mo was setting them up to kill each other. Big D was like,

"So what? Yello is dying, not me. He has had this coming for ages. He dead already!"

"But man, we a crew. We friends."

"Ain't no friends in this game. Its either his life or mine. And with him gone, there will be more cash and more power for me. Lets go do that mutha-phuka. Ride on a Nigga!"

Someone shot holes in William's house windows. He was lucky he wasn't home or he would have met his maker. William and Derek and the other gang bangers armed themselves and went looking for Yello.

There was no talking to them. They wanted to get rid of Yello and his boys so their boy Big D would be the main man, after Mo. And Yello's boys had the same motivation. The war could not be stopped.

William called Big Mo and told him. Big Mo told him to stay out of it. But William was insistent, so Big Mo called a truce meeting at his hood house to squash the beef.

William received a call from Mo. He told him not to attend. But William's loyalty was to his cousin, Big D. And like all of them, they never really thought anything could happen to them.

They all got into the house, ten gangsters, all armed to the teeth, drunk, high, and ready for war.

Mo did not turn up. Both sides started thinking maybe it was a set up. The tension rose and grew very thick. Finally, Yello just exploded and said,

"You the most bitch ass crew I ever fucking rode with. Fuck you all."

Big D was like, "Look at you motherfucker, crying over a bitch! We fucked your bitch, motherfucker, so what? This is MOBB. Money over bitches, bitch! You put a bitch before your friends, Nigga don't deserve to live."

"Thanks for showing me what types of bitch ass bitches you are!" Yello snarled.

William saw that Yello had his eyes fixed on Big D. His fingers were flexing and inching towards his waistband. William looked into his eyes and saw he was going to draw and shoot his cousin.

"Yello, lemme tell you something," William said. "I fucked your bitch first. In fact, I have been fucking her for months. When she kissed your baby, damn! The bitch had my dick on her breath..."

Yello went mad as hell and snarled as he grabbed his pound, "Fuck you mutha-..."

William grabbed his heat and fired, ducking his head as Yello burst right back. All the gangsters grabbed their steel and shot like the wild west. Bullets that didn't hit anyone ricocheted off the wall and probably hit someone. It was a slaughter.

Big D ran out of the door, bleeding, ducking and firing. William hit Yello four times, and sprayed bullets at the other guys as he ducked and ran for the door. Three guys died on each side, including Yello.

William staggered outside and noticed his shirt felt warm and wet. He looked down and saw it was covered in blood. Big D rolled up and was like, "Jump in fool."

William didn't feel any pain, he felt real warm, but his hands and legs were kind of refusing to do what he wanted them to. And it was getting harder to breathe. He thought maybe he should take a short nap. He told Big D, "No hospital,"

Big D looked at his cousin bleeding profusely and for the first time in ages, he felt fear. He only paused to wipe and throw away their guns and then rushed to a hospital and left him in the park, making a call from a public phone so they could find his cousin. William was cut open, had some steel removed and got stitched up. He woke up seven days later, handcuffed to the bed.

The Police had been called to Big Mo's place, and gotten there after journalists had filmed everything. It was even on CNN. The cops could not cover it up. They found drugs at William's house and the bullets they dug out of him matched the ones found at the scene. Mo was like, "You stupid fuck! Didn't I tell you not to go there! I cant help you now." But keep your damn mouth shut! Or else.

William didn't snitch, and they couldn't prove that he had actually killed anyone. But they found enough drugs in his house and car to put him away for three years.

Chapter 20

William came out of his memories and realized that the party was over, his welcome back home party.

He had never thought he would stop riding, but now he knew he would never ride again. But he knew there was no way he could explain it to Big D.

No way.

And Big D was right, if word got out that he was no longer riding, he would be good game, a dead man walking. Little, wanna be gangsters would use his ass for target practice. Not to mention all the guys he had fucked over before.

Shit!

Chapter 21

The next day, he called Karen and she gave him the address of the take away joint that he could work at. She said she had already talked to her friend, and he was cool. William had the job. For the first time in five years, William walked to the bus.

He was strolling along when a tinted executive Mercedes rolled up. The door opened. Big Mo was sitting behind the wheel, dressed in a suit and tie, looking like your rich, black business man. William glanced around quickly and then darted inside. Big mo hugged him and pumped his hand. He thanked him for not opening his mouth and trying to deal, then gave him a thirty grand handshake.

"What you gonna do now?"

"College and work."

"At Mickey Dee's. Nigga please. We will take care of you..."

"No. I couldn't roll anyway. My Parole Officer would have me back in the slammer."

"Fuck her. You doing a correspondence degree huh?"

"You well informed, huh?"

"Yep. You are my investment. Listen, you going to a real college, boy. I will pay for it. But, you will be taking Management and Corporate Law."

"I am kind of happy with History."

"Fuck that," Mo said firmly. It was clear he was not into discussions. "After you graduate, you work for me, and help me go legit. You need something, tell me. Work hard. I will be checking on you."

"Fuck, Mo, I got to work and shit! How in the hell..."

"Get a job and then I will talk to your boss. You wont have to go there. Your PO wont hear shit."

"Listen Mo, I am kind of happy, not having to look over my shoulder."

"Yep, you get a college degree and the world is yours? Then they ask your black ass, have you ever been convicted of a felony? "Yes!" Sorry. Bye now!"

"I will take my chances."

"William, no discussion. You know I am on your side. You and me, we gonna ride together till the very end. Like Scarface, only with a happy end. You know what, I got some hot shit banging right now. New and improved shit. You will love this."

"What?"

"I am starting to sell stuff at white kids schools. They got money, and its less gun stuff. I need smart guys though, like you."

"I gotta lay low."

"Listen, I tell you to do something, you do it. I paid a lot of money to save your life in jail."

William nodded. He knew that. Or the family and friends of the guys he had been involved in a shoot up with would have picked him off.

"This white thing is really kicking, ask Big D. Guys are making way more money than you ever dreamed of. And with so much ease. But cops watch those school closely. I need men with brains and discipline for that. Had one guy got careless and they got him. Shot him dead, said he shot first. Looks like a sanctioned hit. They don't want us near their kids. Like we the ones causing them to want drugs. You don't sell drugs, you offer them and those that want them come and buy, of their own accord."

"Its all about money and power."

"I need you in my team. Someone with brains. And think of all the money. We will do everything better this time. No more dumb ass shit. I straightened the crew out. Come back to the fold."

"Lemme lay low and finish my parole first."

"Listen, I can take care of your officer, everybody can be bought, or killed."

"Chill Mo. Chill man. All right? Don't touch her."

"Then do what the fuck I tell you! Or something not so sweet is gonna happen to sweet little Karen Cosworth. You know how many people die annually from surprising some crack head during a B and E. Maybe a B and E coupled with a rape?"

William was shocked for a second. Then he nodded.

"All right, Mo. Don't do anything stupid."

"Neither should you. I want you to drop by and chat with me once a week. I have plans. Big plans..."

Big Mo dropped him off in town.

Chapter 22

William met his new boss, a black guy named Steven. Steven spoke highly of Karen and said she had gotten him out of a gang like way, way back.

He told William he would treat him good but wouldn't take shit. William nodded.

He did his first shift. He remembered a song from Ice Cube.

"Took some advice from my Uncle Bester, All dressed up in Polyester, Welcome to MacDonald's may I please help you? Damn, what can I do?"

After work, William hid the money under some boards in his bedroom floor. It felt good to have money. All his shit had been repossessed when they locked him up, the car, the bling, everything.

Chapter 23

Then he sat back on his darkened porch, sipping on a beer and thinking, "Damn! What can I do?"

He knew Big Mo didn't make empty threats. He had bribed the POs of several gang bangers in the past, to turn a blind eye. Karen would probably not accept a bribe, so Big Mo would have her whacked, probably using off duty cops or someone out of town. Then William would get a new PO. A more cooperative one.

William knew one thing, he would not let that happen.
However, if he started hanging with Big Mo, Karen would find out sooner or later, and she would be disappointed and would probably send him back to jail.

For a second, he thought of approaching her and telling her the truth. But what could she do? Go to the cops. Who would warn Mo. And then the same scenario. A bullet in the brains for Karen And maybe one for him too.

William started feeling a cold anger at Mo. Once, he had seen him as an elder brother. And true, Mo had kept him alive in jail and people were not shooting him dead because they feared Mo. But, Mo had caused the death of Yello and five of his crew. And he was fucking up his life now, when he was trying to start anew. For a second, William thought the only way out was for him to kill Mo. Mo was an ex professional killer, with the Seals or something. And he always packed a gun, a licensed one. But William was sure he could get close enough to kill him as Mo was not expecting an attack. But, what if he hit Mo and it came out? Hell, the cops would be mad at losing a steady source of illegal money. They might even work at solving a gang killing at once and it would not be too hard to come to William's door, for somebody always knew something, when a crime was committed in the Hood.

"Damn! What can I do?"