No Justice No Peace Read Online Free PDF Page A

we’d soon make up for lost time, and Anna.  What a sight for early morning eyes she was.  Always being very observant to my surroundings, I could tell she didn’t have much money by the Plain-Jane ass sundress she wore, her worn down sandals, and the apartment complex said the rest.  Kid or Kids?  Yes, I was sure that’s who all the milk was for.  And a soon to be sex partner?  Without a doubt. I could tell she was interested by the way her eyes flirted.
                I took a few more hits from the joint, and before I knew it, I was out like a light.  Shortly after, I was awakened by Ginger. She straddled my lap and put bite marks on my neck.
                “Now, you can not be laid up here looking this sexy on a Saturday morning, Kiley.” She nibbled on my ear.
                I was still horny, so I rolled on top of Ginger and kneeled between her legs.  Getting into position, I put one of my legs on the floor and scooted myself right into her. 
                Within seconds, we were at it again.  We couldn’t help ourselves and there was much lost time to be made up for.  I had no problem with the way she was putting it out there and it was obvious that any man in her life would be replaced.            
                She moaned and I moaned.  When she talked dirty, I talked dirty.  But when she lay on her stomach, shouting loudly from my hard thrusts, I’ll be damned if Desmon didn’t come upstairs to confront us. Embarrassed, I leaned forward to cover Ginger’s naked body with mine.  She shamefully turned her head away from Desmon and closed her eyes. I didn’t have much to say my damn self.
                “Look, I’m trying to sleep.  I got a game today and I’m tired.  Please have some fucking respect, au-ight?” he demanded.
                “If you want respect, you got to give it,” I said casually. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to finish up.”
                Desmon gave me a cold stare. “You do that. Finish up with your leftovers.  I’m sure Moms—
                “Desmon!” Ginger yelled. “Watch your mouth!”
                I covered Ginger’s mouth with my hand and looked at Desmon. “You are treading on extremely thin ice.  Man, I’m seconds away from kicking yo ass and calling it a day. Before I do, please!” I yelled, “get the hell away from me before I get off this couch and bust a cap in yo ass!”
                I couldn’t believe he stepped further into the room. “I ain’t afraid of you, Nigga! Bring it on!”
                Before I knew it, I hopped up and charged at Desmon.  I grabbed him by his neck, slamming him into the wall.  His head hit the wall— hard. I stood in front of him, gritting my teeth.
                “Are you ready to die, Desmon?” I yelled with a tight grip on his neck. “DO NOT FUCK WITH ME, MAN! At this point, I don’t give a shit what your problem is, but the disrespect stops here and now!  Do you understand?”
                He didn’t say a word.  He sucked his teeth and the look of raging anger covered his entire face. “Do you understand!” I yelled louder and tightened up on my grip.  He held his neck tight so he wouldn’t feel so much pain.  Ginger ran over and begged me to let him go.
                “Stop this, please! Kiley, let him go!”
                I eased up on his neck and got no response. After letting him go, I took a deep breath and stormed off towards the bedroom. Desmon spoke calmly to me.
                “You die, blood. Yo ass is dead.”
                I turned and grinned at him. “I’m not afraid of dying.  You need to prepare yourself, though.”  I went into the bedroom and slammed the door, cracking it.
                Shortly after, Ginger came into the bedroom and closed the door.