Seize Me
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“Shoulda cut off his tongue Prez.” ZZ chuckles.
“Naw he needs it to pass along my message. Take the van and drop this sorry bastard off somewhere,” I nod. “Just don’t forget to change the plate.”
“You got it Prez.”
“Pull your bikes up in the warehouse when you take the van. I don’t like them being out in the open when everyone’s gone and the van’s out.”
They nod, and I toss the bloody gloves on the cart. “Call one of the prospects and get one of ‘em to clean this shit up.”
I text Sniper letting him know it’s time. I feel guilty because the bastard ain’t gonna get any sleep, but we have Dust business to take care of with Petra. I have a good standing business agreement with Petra. I don’t break up the product I purchase from him. It’s respectful not taggin’ it as my own. I walk out of the warehouse and straddle my Wife. Bitch never cheats on me. She’s a joy to ride. Pleasuring me where others can’t. When she’s purring underneath me, I almost get hard. I kick my stand and take off. The wind ripping through my cut calms my nerves. I always get vamped making my point. I nod as I pass Sniper waiting for me at our spot and he cranks his lady and pulls out following me. We make it to Petra’s meeting spot a few minutes early, and I know Petra will respect that even more. He hates waiting on motherfuckers just as much as I do.
“So Christina’s f**kin’ at the club,” he mumbles climbing off his lady.
“I know brother. I invited her. Cunt’s up to something and I wanna know what it is. Don’t say shit. I’m gonna talk with Pyro. You got the money?”
“Yeah,” he grumbles. I can tell he’s pissed that Chris is at the clubhouse. Bitch f**ked shit up.
“Bout time you f**kers got here. My balls f**kin’ shriveled up waitin’ on ya.” Petra chuckles at his own joke.
“Petra,” I nod, and he nods back.
“Straight down to business as always Braxxon, my most loyal buyer and line runner.” He grins before saying something in Spanish. I need to learn that shit. I seriously do.
We take a seat on his black leather couch in the garage. The dude is ghetto as hell for a Mexican. He leaves his garage open where everyone can see his business. I would be nervous if his place wasn’t secluded and he didn’t have everyone on payroll that means something.
“Two ounces for club use and the new line ordered ten kilos,” I say as Sniper throws the envelope full of money down.
“I’m shaping up to liking this business you be bringin’ me, Braxxon.” He takes the cash. “Drop off point?”
“Address in the envelope for surveillance,” I say.
We have to be careful with new lines. Petra does his homework on all buyers. It helps cut my middleman access down to where we get a finder’s fee, and we’re done. Petra takes it from there.
We shoot the shit with Petra, try the new product out, and by sun up, my bed is calling for me. Sniper and I take our personal product and head out. When we pull into the compound, Sniper hops off his bike and heads to the safe to pull the guns out for Angel’s target practice. Poor bastard, I need to let him get some sleep, and I’m about to tell him to when Angel comes walking out looking sexy as f**k. Her brown curls spill from a pile on top of her head, and she’s wearing a white tank with some short ass shorts with holes and has on a pair of white kicks. My Angel in white is sipping her coffee. Fuck, she’s beautiful.
“Hey baby.” I grin.
“Hey,” she mumbles.
Shit, it’s safe to say she’s still pissed.
“C’mere,” I say as I stand up. I wanna see her sitting on my bike. “Sit.”
She hands me her cup with a small smile playing on her lips. She’s amused, and when she straddles my Wife, I know I made the right decision when I laid claim on my Angel.
“How she feel?” I croak. Fuck, I sound like a pu**y.
Winter smiles at me as she leans her elbows on the tank and arches her beautiful ass in the air.
“She feels almost as good as you do between my thighs,” she purrs.
“Fuck me,” I groan.
She climbs up off my bike, taking her cup from me. “Maybe later. I got guns to shoot.”
“Angel,” I moan. She’s going to kill me.
“You’re still in timeout. You can’t just get me gummy bears when you f**k up.” She giggles sauntering away from me.
10
I’ve spoken no words to Sniper as he sets up the range. I thought we were going to an actual legal range. I should’ve known better. As he drags the guns out, I text Lana. She was still sleeping when I left.
“Quiz time, name this gun,” Sniper says snapping my attention away from my phone.
I roll my eyes. Seriously? “It’s a Glock,” I say simply bored.
“And…,” he trails off.
“It’s a semi-automatic.”
“Rounds?” he asks.
“That one I think is seventeen,” I murmur.
“Good girl… next,” he says as he places that one back down.
I eye the next one and about choke. “That’s custom built. Let me see it.”
Sniper chuckles, and hands the gun to me. It’s beautiful. I’ve never been a fan of guns especially since Allen, but I know a creation when I see it.
“That’s my other lady,” he says simply.
“And your first being…,” I whisper eyeing the gun.
“Naw he needs it to pass along my message. Take the van and drop this sorry bastard off somewhere,” I nod. “Just don’t forget to change the plate.”
“You got it Prez.”
“Pull your bikes up in the warehouse when you take the van. I don’t like them being out in the open when everyone’s gone and the van’s out.”
They nod, and I toss the bloody gloves on the cart. “Call one of the prospects and get one of ‘em to clean this shit up.”
I text Sniper letting him know it’s time. I feel guilty because the bastard ain’t gonna get any sleep, but we have Dust business to take care of with Petra. I have a good standing business agreement with Petra. I don’t break up the product I purchase from him. It’s respectful not taggin’ it as my own. I walk out of the warehouse and straddle my Wife. Bitch never cheats on me. She’s a joy to ride. Pleasuring me where others can’t. When she’s purring underneath me, I almost get hard. I kick my stand and take off. The wind ripping through my cut calms my nerves. I always get vamped making my point. I nod as I pass Sniper waiting for me at our spot and he cranks his lady and pulls out following me. We make it to Petra’s meeting spot a few minutes early, and I know Petra will respect that even more. He hates waiting on motherfuckers just as much as I do.
“So Christina’s f**kin’ at the club,” he mumbles climbing off his lady.
“I know brother. I invited her. Cunt’s up to something and I wanna know what it is. Don’t say shit. I’m gonna talk with Pyro. You got the money?”
“Yeah,” he grumbles. I can tell he’s pissed that Chris is at the clubhouse. Bitch f**ked shit up.
“Bout time you f**kers got here. My balls f**kin’ shriveled up waitin’ on ya.” Petra chuckles at his own joke.
“Petra,” I nod, and he nods back.
“Straight down to business as always Braxxon, my most loyal buyer and line runner.” He grins before saying something in Spanish. I need to learn that shit. I seriously do.
We take a seat on his black leather couch in the garage. The dude is ghetto as hell for a Mexican. He leaves his garage open where everyone can see his business. I would be nervous if his place wasn’t secluded and he didn’t have everyone on payroll that means something.
“Two ounces for club use and the new line ordered ten kilos,” I say as Sniper throws the envelope full of money down.
“I’m shaping up to liking this business you be bringin’ me, Braxxon.” He takes the cash. “Drop off point?”
“Address in the envelope for surveillance,” I say.
We have to be careful with new lines. Petra does his homework on all buyers. It helps cut my middleman access down to where we get a finder’s fee, and we’re done. Petra takes it from there.
We shoot the shit with Petra, try the new product out, and by sun up, my bed is calling for me. Sniper and I take our personal product and head out. When we pull into the compound, Sniper hops off his bike and heads to the safe to pull the guns out for Angel’s target practice. Poor bastard, I need to let him get some sleep, and I’m about to tell him to when Angel comes walking out looking sexy as f**k. Her brown curls spill from a pile on top of her head, and she’s wearing a white tank with some short ass shorts with holes and has on a pair of white kicks. My Angel in white is sipping her coffee. Fuck, she’s beautiful.
“Hey baby.” I grin.
“Hey,” she mumbles.
Shit, it’s safe to say she’s still pissed.
“C’mere,” I say as I stand up. I wanna see her sitting on my bike. “Sit.”
She hands me her cup with a small smile playing on her lips. She’s amused, and when she straddles my Wife, I know I made the right decision when I laid claim on my Angel.
“How she feel?” I croak. Fuck, I sound like a pu**y.
Winter smiles at me as she leans her elbows on the tank and arches her beautiful ass in the air.
“She feels almost as good as you do between my thighs,” she purrs.
“Fuck me,” I groan.
She climbs up off my bike, taking her cup from me. “Maybe later. I got guns to shoot.”
“Angel,” I moan. She’s going to kill me.
“You’re still in timeout. You can’t just get me gummy bears when you f**k up.” She giggles sauntering away from me.
10
I’ve spoken no words to Sniper as he sets up the range. I thought we were going to an actual legal range. I should’ve known better. As he drags the guns out, I text Lana. She was still sleeping when I left.
“Quiz time, name this gun,” Sniper says snapping my attention away from my phone.
I roll my eyes. Seriously? “It’s a Glock,” I say simply bored.
“And…,” he trails off.
“It’s a semi-automatic.”
“Rounds?” he asks.
“That one I think is seventeen,” I murmur.
“Good girl… next,” he says as he places that one back down.
I eye the next one and about choke. “That’s custom built. Let me see it.”
Sniper chuckles, and hands the gun to me. It’s beautiful. I’ve never been a fan of guns especially since Allen, but I know a creation when I see it.
“That’s my other lady,” he says simply.
“And your first being…,” I whisper eyeing the gun.
