Free Long As You Know Who You Belong To by jwppublishing

continued
to swagger over to me. I knew she had gotten blowed on the way to
the club by looking at her damn near closed eyes. High sex with
Nakami was like none other. In one swift move, she popped her big
ass titties out of the top of her jumpsuit and began to pinch at
her nipples. My dick rose inside my camo pants, so I just leaned
back and let him do his thing. At the very least, she owed me some
bomb head and a couple hours of straight fucking. I was going to
blow her back out until she was out of fluids to release. Put that
act right in her system, ya heard me!
     

Six Months Later
Grey
December 2014
    I looked down at the stunning six carat, princess cut
diamond ring housed in the red velvet box. I shook my head as I
realized what I was about to do. Fury began to reign over me as I
thought about my current situation.
    I’d been putting up with Nakami since the night she
made a scene at the club. Yes, putting up with . The beauty
that had reminded me of Tae Heckard had turned into a nightmare
reminiscent of Carrie. She’d gotten too comfortable and turned into
the girlfriend from hell.  It’s like an invisible switch had
been flicked on, and it made her go from zero to one-hundred real
quick.
    She started calling and texting me twenty-plus times
a day, popping up at my house, and going through my phone. Her
temper is ridiculous, and half the time I have to walk out to keep
from putting her ass in a chokehold. She’d sold her downtown loft
and moved in with me, uninvited of course, and I’d really gotten to
know her. She was bat shit crazy. She freaked out about little
shit, and had to have control of everything. She was the definition
of a sour patch kid; one moment she was practically salivating at
the mention of sucking a dick, and ten minutes later she was trying
to bite it off because she thought of something that triggered her
to suspect I was fucking with someone else. Like, bro! 
Everything that I thought I liked about her had disappeared, and
this mental patient had taken her place.
    And I could see where her crazy came from. Hero was
looney toons too. He put me on, no doubt about it. His product was
potent, and I had even started carrying more than just coke. Hero
had put me on a plug that was able to get me molly, ecstasy, oxy,
and this new shit that was a mix of Ritalin and ex that was selling
like crazy on the college campuses. I was up to my ears in profit,
but Hero had to control every bit of my business. He made me set
things up a certain way, deliver things a certain way, and even
hire specific people. Any move I made had to be run through
him.  If someone made the slightest mistake, he was quick to
bust his gun or come up with some deranged method of torture for
whoever had crossed him. I had nicknamed his ass Jigsaw, the creepy
dude from Saw, because he was that fucking nuts. Both of them
together had me ready to put a bullet in my own head just to
escape.
    The cherry on top of the bullshit was that he’d
recently started cutting down on the product he was giving me,
which in turn slowed down my business. I found out why soon enough.
He called me to visit him at his place in Calabasas and asked me
why I hadn’t put a ring on Nakami’s finger yet. Like, bruh! That
bitch was nuttier than a Payday, and he thought that I was going to
wife her? That’s exactly what he thought. Before I left that
meeting, he made sure that he made it clear that my gravy train
would be stopped indefinitely until I proposed and got busy making
him an heir to his empire.  I agreed to his face, but there
was no way in hell that I was signing up to put up with that broad
24/7 and pop out some nutty babies with her ass. I had something
else up my sleeve that would get rid of all my problems, but it was
something that took time and planning. In the meantime, I would
have to keep up appearances and actually propose to her. I hated
that I had to unleash my dark side, but I couldn't live like this
much longer.
    Sill angry