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on all fours, head down; ass up. Her pussy was sopping wet and Wa'leek slid in easily, pushing deep. “This my pussy,” he boasted as he began rough riding that shit.
    “Yes, daddy, this is your pussy.”
    “Chant that shit.”
    “It's your pussy. It's your pussy. It's your pussy,” she moaned over and over again as he plowed in and out of her with powerful strokes that were meant to fuck her mind along with her body. This was the type of raw make-up fucking that nothing else could compare to. Wa'leek had that pussy talking to him.
    Treebie was trying to run from the dick but he held her by her hips and made her take it. Pain mixed with pleasure as she begged him to stop. Looking to the side, her eyes settled on the nightstand and her mind wondered back and forth between the hard heat between her thighs and grabbing his heat and ending the command he had on her body and her mind. There was a battle between her thoughts until he began fucking that spot that took over her soul.
    “Baby, baby, baby, do that shit, daddy,” she moaned, throwing her ass back hard making him connect with every thrust.
    “Come on this muthafucka, ma. Make me nut with you,” groaned Wa'leek. “I wanna bust all up in this pussy.”
    Treebie couldn't hold back another second, she cried out in ecstasy as he hit that spot that took her over the edge. “I'm coming, Wah. Oh, my god!”
    Wa'leek went deeper. “Arghhhh,” he growled like a wild animal as his nuts exploded. He rested up against the softness of her ass cheeks watching her back heave up and down as she tried to capture her breath. Wa’leek pulled out slowly and fell next to her trying to slow his breathing as well.
    “You a fucking beast,” Treebie confessed, crawling into his arms as she looked into his eyes.
    “You already know,” he said, kissing her lips.
    Afterwards they laid in each other's arms sharing a blunt. No words were spoken as they each retreated into their own thoughts. Treebie's head rested on Wa'leek's chest and she played with the coarse hair that covered his pecs. He stroked her hair tenderly and kissed her forehead.
    Awhile later Wa'leek's cellphone lit up with a call from Riz. He reached over and grabbed it off of the nightstand. “What's up?”
    “That's what I'm calling to ask you,” said Riz. “What have you found out about Blood Money?”
    Wa'leek looked down at Treebie and put a finger to his lips. “I'm all over that,” he reassured Riz.
    Treebie slid out of bed. “I'm going to fix a drink. You want something?” she mouthed.
    “Ciroc,” Wa'leek mouthed back returning his attention to the call.
     
    “Do I need to send Bones down there to help you shake the city up and smoke out Blood Money?” Riz was saying.
    “Nah, I already know who they are and where they're at and I'm about to get at them,” Wa'leek whispered. “And you'll never believe who the fuck they are.”
    “Humor me.”
    “I'm going to do better than that, I'm bringing you their bodies one by one, starting with the most treacherous,” Wa'leek promised as he kept his voice low and his eyes on the door.
    Riz loved the sound of that. “A'ight, I'm giving you a month then I'm sending my goons,” he declared.
    “Trust me, you'll have the bodies long before that.”
    When Wa'leek hung up the phone his mind was set, Treebie was a dead bitch and her girls were next. He reached over the side of the bed and grabbed his banger off of the floor beside his pants. With a firm mind on what had to be done, he slid the Nine under the pillow beneath his head and laid back and waited. He was about to give the saying “getting some brains” a brand new meaning.
    Wa'leek folded his hands behind his head and half-closed his eyes as he formulated Lissha's death next. When he looked up Treebie stood at the foot of the bed in full Blood Money gear with a pump shotgun leveled at his chest.
    “Did you think some good pipe was going to spare your life, nigga?” she gritted. “I just wanted