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  “Yo, Khalil, my moms need some work done on her floors,” Blaze said into the phone. “N’all, she want everything done today. Shid, right now. Yeah, I’ma be here.” He told him the address and disconnected the line. Once again the house fell quiet and I could actually hear him dialing numbers.

  Shit was crazy. I knew that Blaze being in the game came with the cost of someone being killed, but to actually hear and see it being done was more stunning than the fact that I had just done the same a few months back.

  After that happened I didn’t want to see any more bodies. Damn.

  “What yo ass doing?” I heard Blaze ask. I wanted to run away from the door but my damn feet wouldn’t move. “Shid, cleaning house. Speaking of it, I need a new one by tonight.”

  A relieved breath left my mouth as I realized he wasn’t talking to me. Mentally shaking myself, I slowly started walking back towards the kitchen where my black ass should’ve stayed like I was told.

  “Somewhere quiet. I’ight, King, good lookin’.” Blaze’s frustration was slowly seeping back into his voice. “Fuck, man, damn,” Blaze cussed.

  The sound of something falling over had me stopping in my tracks. A sigh left my mouth before I turned and went back towards the room.

  “Blaze?” Calling his name, I went to the door only to see him picking up white oval pills that sat on the first table and putting them into a Ziploc bag. Stepping over Pack’s body, I went fully in. I knew what Blaze did when I decided to get involved with him, killing was also a part of it, which I knew. And now that his lifestyle and actions were in front of me, I couldn’t run or be scared. “How long do you have until whoever gets here?” I asked while going to the second table and bagging the blue pills. Blaze looked up from what he was doing to stare at me. “What?” I asked and he shook his head.

  “The twins should be here in a half hour, probably even fifteen minutes.” I let out a breath as I moved faster.

  “So you have to get everything out of this room before they get here?” Blaze nodded as he sealed one bag then started working on another. “What about the shots, do you think anyone heard them?” I asked him as I finished my first bag.

  “It ain’t shit but old folks on this block, so they ain’t heard shit. Look in that closet and grab a garbage bag and a thing of bubble wrap,” he instructed, causing my brows to furrow at the mention of the plastic wrap.

  I did what he asked, grabbing a garbage bag and then a large roll of wrap. I took it and walked to his table. Grabbing the wrap, Blaze started walking out of the room, motioning for me to follow.

  He stopped at a closet in the hall, opened it and grabbed some boxes before kicking the door closed. Blaze lead us back into the kitchen and sat the stuff down, then started opening the boxes.

  “Take the wrap and start wrapping these jars, its duct-tape in that first drawer. Once you wrap them, tape ‘em. Pack them in order, the ones with 1Y goes in the same box like that. Don’t mix them up. Here,” Blaze explained while unlocking the pantry door. He then went into the drawer and pulled out a marker, duct-tape, and scissors. “Mark the boxes, then tape them up. You straight?” He asked me.

  Even though I was shaken up, I was gon’ help him regardless. “I’m good, where’s your phone?” Blaze raised a brow, making me roll my eyes at him. “Just call your mom and let her know we’re going to be late. Tell her I needed to get a new phone,” Blaze blew out a breath at the mention of his mom.

  “Damn, I forgot all about her. I’ll call her,” he said as he started walking out.

  Turning away from him, I started pulling out the jars with 1Y marked on them.

  “Peaches?” Blaze called me. Humming, I looked over my shoulder, locking eyes with him. “Good lookin’.” A smile started forming and I bit the inside of my bottom lip trying to hide it. Rolling my eyes, I turned back to the pantry, that’s when I let the smile show. Blaze let out a chuckle while leaving the kitchen.

  That man has no idea how deep the love I have for him goes.

  ***

  Finishing the last box of cherries, I let out a breath. In total there were seven boxes. What the hell those damn cherries were was beyond me, but Blaze’s ass had a lot of them.

  “Bae?” Calling Blaze, I walked to the room he was in.

  “What’s up?” He responded with a glance my way.

  I didn’t say anything at first, just watched as Blaze mopped the floor. Pack and Damon were now wrapped in plastic wrap and laying against the back wall. Besides those two bodies, the room was spotless, not a pill or scale in sight.

  “I finished in there, what you plan on doing with that stuff?” I asked while sitting on a chair. Blaze sat the mop in a bucket before leaning against the brown rectangle table.

  “Move it to Anastasia until King finds me another house. Damn, now I gotda find two mo mothafuckas within a week. Fuck.” The frustration in his voice had me wanting to keep my mouth shut, but at the same time I couldn’t. He was stressing himself out when he didn’t even have to do any of that.

  “Then why not just close down for a while. I mean it’s not like you need the money.” My words trailed off at the look he was giving me.

  “This is what the fuck I do, Peaches. We done already had this talk, so ain’t no point of having it again. Just because we made this official don’t mean shit changing, yo. So keep that closing shit to yoself, on the real.” He didn’t even have to say all that, a simple I don’t want to would’ve been just fine.

  “Don’t be getting an attitude with me, it’s just a suggestion. You the one stressing over finding workers when nobody told yo ass to pop these two mothafuckas in the first place,” I told him.

  “His ass was getting high off my shit,” he snapped, facing me fully now.

  “Well, you should’ve beat his ass then kept the money you was gon’ pay his ass. Yo ass ain’t even have to kill Pack, you could’ve done the same shit to him—”

  “Shut the fuck up,” he said, stepping in my face.

  Standing up, I muffed his head back. “No, you shut the fuck up and get out my damn face. You better take yo ass back to mopping them damn floors because you don’t want it here. I ain’t these niggas that’s scared of yo yellow ass.” Just to prove my point, I reached in my clutch, grabbed my black, spiked brass knuckles and slipped them on. If he wanted to take it there, I would get down with that ass, best believe it.

  “You better get yo ass out my face, Peaches, ain’t nobody playing with yo ass,” he snapped at me.

  Rolling my eyes, I bumped past him. “That’s what the fuck I thought.”

  I knew without a doubt Blaze wasn’t scared of me, just like I wasn’t afraid of him. We had our days when we wanted to get physical and when we just didn’t wanna feel those damn hits. My spiked fist was a hit his ass didn’t want to feel at that moment, but I bet if I didn’t have those bitches, he would’ve tried it.

  I didn’t even make it out of the room before I was grabbed from behind. “Blaze, put me down.”

  “N’all, yo ass wanna talk shit. What the fuck you think this is?”

  Oh, his punk ass.

  “Yo punk ass gon’ grab me from behind, tho. Let me go,” I told him while trying to get out of his hold, but Blaze’s dumbass had my arms tightly locked at my sides. “Blaze, let me go with yo punk ass.”

  “Fuck you.” My feet left the floor and I was carried to the living room then tossed on the couch. Turning over, I didn’t get a chance to get up as Blaze came down, falling on top of me. “You still wanna talk shit?” His head came to mine, his nose running along my cheek, going down to my neck.

  “Mhm, now move.” I pushed at his shoulders.

  Blaze sat up on his knees and pulled his black shirt off, tossing it on the table.

  “Nuh-uh, gon’ now, Blaze, dang.” I couldn’t even act mad even though a part of me was pissed at myself for being so weak. Sitting us up, Blaze bit at my bottom lip and I opened for him. His hand went into my hair as his tongue tangled with mine.

>   Pushing Blaze back on the couch, I got off of him. Unbuttoning my shorts, I pulled them and my panties off. Blaze already had his monstrous dick out, stroking himself. Climbing back on him, his hands went to my hips as I placed him at my opening, then I slowly began sliding down.

  My palm went to my lower abdomen once he filled me completely. I loved the feel of him. Blaze’s hand went to my ass as I began to move.

  My head went back, hips rocking back and forth on him. The hard slap to my ass had me moving faster as I rocked, rolled, and bounced on him. My left hand went to the back of Blaze’s head, holding him to my breast as he sucked on my right nipple.

  Blaze suddenly stood up, sitting me on the arm of the couch. He placed my right leg on his shoulder as his hands gripped mine. Pulling out, he thrust back in hard and fast. He kept us locked at the pelvis for a second before he started thrusting into me hard and fast, his balls slapping my ass with every thrust.

  “Ah, ah, ah, mmm. Ah, ah Blaze. Ooh, ooh!” My nails bit into his forearm as the other held onto the couch above my head. He felt so good. God, I need to bite something. My hips moved faster as my head dropped back. “Ahhh!” A loud moan left my mouth from the orgasm that shook through my body.

  Blaze turned me onto my stomach and entered me from behind. I bit into the sofa as he started his rough but pleasurable thrusting. Lifting up, Blaze’s hands went to my shoulders as he slowed down, rolling his hips. Catching onto his rhythm, my hips rolled with his.

  Pushing my ass into Blaze, I started to grind against him slowly. His hands came to my waist and he held me to him, letting me control our movement. While he kissed along my shoulder, groaning, I began moving faster and then slowing down, teasing him, doing it a few times.

  “Ahh!” Not liking my tease, I was suddenly pushed forward and Blaze’s roughness returned, his pelvis slapping hard against my ass. “Ooh, ooh my, Blaze!” My sex started squeezing tighter around him as my body began to shake.

  Blaze groaned as his thrusting became frantic, moving faster, harder. My muscles tightened as another mind boggling orgasm shook my body. Blaze pumped into me twice before his lower body pushed more into me, his pelvis jerking against my ass as he came.

  Blaze stayed like that, leaning over me for a minute before he pulled out and flopped on the couch, leaving me on the arm. I was so tired and so damned hot that I couldn’t move. Hell, I couldn’t breathe. Closing my eyes, I just laid there, trying to catch my breath.

  “Damn, yo ass just gon’ lay there?” I didn’t answer. “Huh?” His hand came down on my ass hard and I wanted to slap the fuck outda him, but I was too damned tired to even lift my arms.

  “Blaze, stop. That hurts.” It came out as a mumble.

  Laughing, Blaze hit my ass again before pulling me over to him.

  “Yo ass ain’t about to go to sleep.”

  I stayed quiet as he laid me on my side, his hand grabbed my thigh. “Hell n’all, Blaze. Gon’, I’m tired as hell.” I swear I was starting to think he was taking something. Blaze laughed before letting my leg go. “You play too damn much,” I said, burying my face into his neck.

  “I don’t know why the fuck yo ass complaining, you should be lucky I wanna fuck yo nasty ass,” he said, slapping my butt again.

  “Stop. What happened to the twins coming? They should’ve been here.” Laying my leg on top of his, my left arm wrapped around his waist as I got comfortable.

  “Khalil called. Said something came up but they’ll be here,” he said as his hands ran along my back, down to my ass and back up through my hair before repeating the action.

  A ‘hum’ was my response as I moved closer until half my body covered his. The more his hands stroked my humming body and his fingers caressed through my hair, my body became even more relaxed.

  “Peaches, yo ass ain’t bout to go…”

  I didn’t get a chance to hear the rest as I fell asleep.

  Chapter 3

  Peaches

  The feeling of being watched had me slowly waking. Even so, I didn’t want to open my eyes for the simple fact that I was still tired as hell. But the feeling was literally nagging my damn brain to the point that it pissed me off. I wasn’t ready to get up.

  A sigh slipped through my lips as my eyes opened.

  A big, cocky white man with braids sat on the living room table right in front of me just… Just staring.

  “Ahhh!” A scream left my mouth and I punched him. “What the fuck?” I yelled, sitting upright. The man had the audacity to look at me like I was the crazy one.

  “Bitch, what the fuck wrong with you?” He quickly jumped up, snapping after I hit him.

  Besides him being in my face, watching me, I was still kind of in my sleep mode. But the moment the word bitch left his mouth, I was fully awake and in fight mode.

  Are all these mothafuckas this disrespectful?

  “Bitch? I got yo bitch!” Without another word, I rushed him, knocking into him. The back of his knees hit the table and he fell over it. “What the fuck is wrong with me? The fucks wrong with you, watching me like a damn creep?” I snapped, punching him.

  “Peaches— Oh, shit!” My fist was coming down again as I got yanked off him. “Peaches, calm yo ass down. What the fuck happened?” Blaze asked as he moved back, away from the creepy dude.

  “Man, that bitch crazy—.” Ol’ boy started saying.

  “Yo, cool that bitch word. Helping me or not, I’ll pop yo ass. You ain’t gon’ disrespect my girl,” Blaze told ol’ boy as he pushed himself off the floor.

  “No, you won’t. Just let me get my purse, I’ll shoot his ass,” I snapped while tryna get out of Blaze’s hold, but his ass wasn’t letting up.

  “Peaches, calm yo ass down. Now, what the hell happened?” Blaze asked and before I could say something ol’ boy started talking.

  “I was looking at her crazy ass when she woke up screaming, then her ass stole on me. I called her ass a bitch and asked what the fuck was wrong with her, then she knocked my ass over,” he explained the situation, surprising me. Well, at least he didn’t lie, but it was kind of funny the way he was explaining. He sounded like a proper, but ghetto black man. “What the fuck she got on her damn hand?” I couldn’t help but laugh at his properness, it was just so wrong.

  “Why the hell you in her fuckin’ face? If yo ass was up on that—” Blaze was saying, but got cut off.

  “Dude, chill. It ain’t even like that. She was talkin’, so I started listening,” he explained with a shrug like it was okay.

  “She is right here and she has a name. It’s Peaches—”

  “I don’t care to know yo damn name, you hit me again I’ma kick yo ass. I don’t mind shooting Blaze just to do it. Got my damn head bleeding,” he snapped at me.

  Rolling my eyes, I gave him the finger.

  “Her ass got spikes on? Who the fuck sleeps with spikes on?” Looking at my hand, I noticed the brass knuckles I never took off.

  Oops

  “Oh, I forgot I even had these on. Bet yo ass gon’ think twice before getting in somebodies face, watching them like a fuckin’ creeper. Who the hell watch people while they sleep any damn ways?” I asked, twisting his words into my own. He looked from me to Blaze then back before focusing on Blaze.

  “I always knew you’d find an equally crazy ass chick like you. Who is she anyway?” He questioned Blaze.

  I’m mad he’s talking about me like I ain’t standing here!

  “Khalil, my girl, Peaches. That’s Khalil,” Blaze introduced. To say I was surprised he was who we had been waiting for didn’t even begin to explain it.

  “The twin dude?” I whispered, shocked. Not because he was white, but by the fact that his name was Khalil.

  “Yeah, that’s his brother, Khyree.” Blaze pointed to the other brother who had just walked into the room. They were identical. Both cocky with braids and sexy as hell. I wouldn’t have minded dabbling in some white chocolate if I wasn’t with Blaze.

  “Boy, what the fuck
?” Turning towards Blaze, I looked at him like he was stupid as he slapped the shit outda me in the back of my head. “Yo ass hit me again like that—”

  “You gon’ do what?” He snapped. I wasn’t even ‘bout to get into with him. “Fuck I thought. Get fuck’d up, Peaches,” he warned.

  Smacking my lips, I rolled my eyes. “Dude, you better gon’ some damn where,” I said, sitting on the couch.

  “Khalil, what the fuck happened to your face?” Khyree asked his brother who turned and mugged me.

  “She—”

  “Peaches is my name,” I corrected Khalil, making Khyree look at me.

  “She hit you?” Khyree started laughing. “Ms. Peaches got yo ass good.” I started laughing but stopped and cleared my throat as Blaze looked at me. “We done here,” Khyree told Blaze and he nodded.

  “Come on,” Blaze nodded towards the back and of course I got up to follow.

  Going into the kitchen, he opened the fridge and pushed the thing of cherries out of the way, grabbing the block of Velveeta cheese. Blaze took a knife from his pocket and cut the tape along the bottom, removing the top.

  “You keep money in a cheese box?” I asked, making them all look at me. “What? It was just a question.” Rolling my eyes at them, I sat on the stool, watching as Blaze counted the money then handed it to Khyree.

  “Man, what the fuck is you doing? Put that shit back,” Blaze snapped at Khalil, taking the thing of cherries from him.

  “You sell cherries? Dude you know how long I’ve been looking fah this shit? Man, this bitch I was fuckin’ with gave me one, shit had me fuck’d up to the point where my ass blacked out.” Khalil said. Blaze looked at me for a second and then back to him.

  “You know that it’s laced, right?” Blaze said and Khalil looked like he could’ve shitted himself.

  “The fuck you mean laced?” Khalil asked him, Blaze shrugged.

  “How it sound? Laced, GHB, Morphine, Oxycodone, mixed with either Tequila, Vodka, Rum, or Hennessey. That shit will kill yo dumbass—”

  “You’re a cherry girl?” The words left my mouth before I had even realized it.