chilly wind bit into his exposed hand he made up his mind and told Mance he would do it.
“Shit!” Mance cursed as he walked up to Lamar aka Kaseem.
Kaseem stood up with his face still filled with anger. Yes, he lived a double life, a life of the street that Desiree didn’t
know about. “What’s up?”
“That was Bizzy; he’s trailing Lil’ Rick over by Shaw.”
“Well what the fuck we still sitting in this office for? I meant what I said so let’s do this.”
“I know, I know,” Mance said. “But… I don’t have my piece. All I got is the pump in my trunk.”
Kaseem shrugged his shoulders. “Get it and let’s go.”
The two had already discussed that Lil’ Rick would be made an example of. Kaseem could take the last of the meth that Datwon
had been jacked for. Mance gave his girl a nervous glance as he popped the trunk to his BMW M5.
“Just take the car and go to Kaseem’s crib,” Mance whispered. She kissed him on the lips, then followed his request.
Kaseem pulled off seconds later in his black BMW760Li, with Mance beside him with a twelve-gauge pump between his legs.
A puzzled look appeared on Desiree’s face as she pulled up to Lamar’s driveway. By now she was accustomed to his greeting
her at either the door or his driveway, but tonight she was met with silence. She pulled up to his closed two-car garage,
then switched her ride off. Figuring that he would come bounding from his crib, she took the spare second to primp in the
vanity mirror. As two minutes went by and there was no sign of Lamar she started smiling. He was up to one of his games, she
thought. Zipping up her leather coat she grabbed her purse and made her exit.
Lamar slowed his BMW 760Li at the red light when his car phone started to chime. With a simple push of a button mounted on
the steering wheel he switched on the hands-free phone.
“Yeah!”
“Um… Lamar.” Desiree’s soft voice filled the BMW. “I know I’m not standing on your front step and you’re not home? Please
explain? It’s eight-oh-five, Lamar.” Lamar slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand. With the bullshit now at hand he
had allowed Desiree to slip his mind. Thinking quickly, he told her the truth with a bit of lies. He told her a friend had
been in an accident, car accident to be exact. He promised he would be home by nine. He then gave her the code to enterhis crib. He told her to make herself at home and he promised to make it up to her.
“Damn!” he muttered when she hung up. “Forgot all about that bitch.” When the light turned green he glanced over at Mance,
who was back on the celly with Bizzy.
Desiree felt a bit awkward as she entered Lamar’s crib. It was odd to be in his crib with him not there. She removed her leather
jacket when she entered the den since the fireplace was roaring. She looked around and noticed that his place was cleaner
than hers. Dropping her purse beside the loveseat she flopped down, then wondered if Lamar was up to something kinky. She
loved how he was full of surprises. Tonight she wanted to have “the talk” with him. Heck, she figured he too was ready to
take their relationship to the next level, and in her mind she couldn’t find one reason not to. Relaxing back into the comfort
of the soft leather loveseat she closed her eyes. She started grinning. A kinky thought of waiting for Lamar in the nude crossed
her mind. Keeping it real with herself, she allowed her mind to drift to Tyrone. Him and his silly name, Polo. As quickly
as he popped into her mind, he was pushed out as she replaced him with Lamar. Minutes later she became bored and thirsty.
To take care of the latter she got up and headed into his sunken kitchen. In her search of his refrigerator she found a carton
of pineapple juice. When she was about to refill her glass againshe heard someone coming through the front door. Walking quietly back into the den, she was surprised to find Mance’s
“Shit!” Mance cursed as he walked up to Lamar aka Kaseem.
Kaseem stood up with his face still filled with anger. Yes, he lived a double life, a life of the street that Desiree didn’t
know about. “What’s up?”
“That was Bizzy; he’s trailing Lil’ Rick over by Shaw.”
“Well what the fuck we still sitting in this office for? I meant what I said so let’s do this.”
“I know, I know,” Mance said. “But… I don’t have my piece. All I got is the pump in my trunk.”
Kaseem shrugged his shoulders. “Get it and let’s go.”
The two had already discussed that Lil’ Rick would be made an example of. Kaseem could take the last of the meth that Datwon
had been jacked for. Mance gave his girl a nervous glance as he popped the trunk to his BMW M5.
“Just take the car and go to Kaseem’s crib,” Mance whispered. She kissed him on the lips, then followed his request.
Kaseem pulled off seconds later in his black BMW760Li, with Mance beside him with a twelve-gauge pump between his legs.
A puzzled look appeared on Desiree’s face as she pulled up to Lamar’s driveway. By now she was accustomed to his greeting
her at either the door or his driveway, but tonight she was met with silence. She pulled up to his closed two-car garage,
then switched her ride off. Figuring that he would come bounding from his crib, she took the spare second to primp in the
vanity mirror. As two minutes went by and there was no sign of Lamar she started smiling. He was up to one of his games, she
thought. Zipping up her leather coat she grabbed her purse and made her exit.
Lamar slowed his BMW 760Li at the red light when his car phone started to chime. With a simple push of a button mounted on
the steering wheel he switched on the hands-free phone.
“Yeah!”
“Um… Lamar.” Desiree’s soft voice filled the BMW. “I know I’m not standing on your front step and you’re not home? Please
explain? It’s eight-oh-five, Lamar.” Lamar slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand. With the bullshit now at hand he
had allowed Desiree to slip his mind. Thinking quickly, he told her the truth with a bit of lies. He told her a friend had
been in an accident, car accident to be exact. He promised he would be home by nine. He then gave her the code to enterhis crib. He told her to make herself at home and he promised to make it up to her.
“Damn!” he muttered when she hung up. “Forgot all about that bitch.” When the light turned green he glanced over at Mance,
who was back on the celly with Bizzy.
Desiree felt a bit awkward as she entered Lamar’s crib. It was odd to be in his crib with him not there. She removed her leather
jacket when she entered the den since the fireplace was roaring. She looked around and noticed that his place was cleaner
than hers. Dropping her purse beside the loveseat she flopped down, then wondered if Lamar was up to something kinky. She
loved how he was full of surprises. Tonight she wanted to have “the talk” with him. Heck, she figured he too was ready to
take their relationship to the next level, and in her mind she couldn’t find one reason not to. Relaxing back into the comfort
of the soft leather loveseat she closed her eyes. She started grinning. A kinky thought of waiting for Lamar in the nude crossed
her mind. Keeping it real with herself, she allowed her mind to drift to Tyrone. Him and his silly name, Polo. As quickly
as he popped into her mind, he was pushed out as she replaced him with Lamar. Minutes later she became bored and thirsty.
To take care of the latter she got up and headed into his sunken kitchen. In her search of his refrigerator she found a carton
of pineapple juice. When she was about to refill her glass againshe heard someone coming through the front door. Walking quietly back into the den, she was surprised to find Mance’s
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