I got up and stripped. “Get up, Red, time to take a ride on this dick,” I commanded as I stood there waiting on her to get herself together. I lay down on the couch and she straddled me, reverse cowgirl style, cocking both legs wide and bracing herself by putting her hands on her knees. I watched her fat, juicy ass jiggle as she went buck wild on my dick, taking every inch.

“I love this good dick,” she moaned.

Smack! I couldn’t resist. That ass cheek jiggled. She rode me harder. She loved it when I slapped that ass.

“Yeah, Daddy, you know I like that shit. I love that while you’re fucking me!”

Smack! She released a whimper as I reached around and spread her pussy lips, grinding my dick deeper up in it.

“Ka-Kaylin!”

I pulled her to me, arching my back as my dick spit inside her. She was right. Dinner was already served.

* * *

After Angel left, my mind shifted back to Don Carlos. I had to keep up, and if I could, think ahead of him. He tried to make it appear so simple. Go to China, handle business for him and come right back. Yeah right. Every time he told us that, it always ended in gun play and or murder. Then there was Kevin and Seven. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Kevin knew more than what he told us. Was that really how they hooked up? If so, who sent her to my house, if it wasn’t Kevin? Or the Li organization. Or Don Carlos? On top of everything else, we had to get Faheem set up and prepared to put in work for Don Carlos.

But more important than that we were about to embark on some crazy shit. I felt in my gut that this was going to be a bumpy ride.

SEVEN

“This shit got that diamond dance going. Definitely flakey,” Kevin said, cutting open the kilo and dipping in a tiny spoon to snort up one nostril. “Wow, that’s fire there!” He released a long whistle.

“Good. Those Columbians never fail us.” I frowned as I thought about my next sentence. “We need to be able to flip a little faster than what we’re doing.”

“Here we go again. Seven, don’t be greedy and you won’t get swallowed up. We have to pace ourselves.”

We were sitting in the back office at my CPA firm. We were doing well, don’t get me wrong. But since I had Kevin, the dope game was less hours and more money. My accounting practice was more hours and less money. I was anxious to travel, see the world and get more money. Kevin was in my ear about backing up from the dope game and keeping clean.

“I have a plan, Kevin. We just need to execute it. Let me show it to you.”