Page 51 of Deuce

I stood from the chair and outed my blunt on his forehead. At this point, he was moaning and groaning in pain. I grabbedthe paper from his chest and placed it back into the folder before dropping it into the chair.

We gathered our things and headed for the door. being us, Mr. Stark’s violent shaking body began to slowly subside. The paralysis was kicking in. Still, his pain was audible. We left the house and started our trail back through the woods to where our four wheelers were parked.

“That wasn’t as much fun as I was hoping for,” Maceo complained.

I chuckled. “Nigga, what did you wanna do?”

“Torture that bitch made ass nigga. Make him target practice. Ain’t no fun in letting the toxins do all the work.”

“As long as the job is done, that’s all that matters. Let’s get the fuck outta here. I gotta pick Salima up for work, so we need to hop on the jet ASAP.”

He smirked. “You would wanna get back to her. You did all that in the lounge as she still ain’t give you no pussy.”

“That pussy is gonna be mine. Just you wait and see.”

“Salima,who is that outside my house?” my mother questioned, peeking out the window.

“My boss, Ma. I told you my car broke down. He offered to pick me up for work until I can get it fixed.”

Deuce had been picking me up for work the last couple of days. Most of the time, the ride was taken in silence. Other times, it was spent with him talking shit to me. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, he was growing on me.

I finished lacing my boots and grabbed my work bag.

She released the blind and pursed her lips. “Hmm. He could have gotten out to speak.”

“You’ve already met him, Mama.”

“When?”

“A little while ago.”

“You mean that man that calls himself Two?”

I giggled. “It’s Duece, Ma.”

“It’s silly. He had a nice name. What was it? Uh… Simon… Staley…”

“Stanely.”

She snapped her fingers. “That’s it. Stanely. He was quite handsome, even with all those godforsaken tattoos. You sure he’s just your boss?”

I couldn’t tell her that I had let that man finger me in a room full of people. She would curse me out.

“Yes, mother. He’s just my boss.”

“If you say so.” She opened her arms to me as I approached the front door. “Have a good night, baby.”

“Thank you. I will.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I opened the door and stepped out into the crispy night air. The door to Deuce’s hellcat opened, and he stepped out. For a moment. I stood frozen in my tracks. Damn, why was this man so fucking fine? Tonight, he was dressed in an all-black suit from head to toe. Gold and diamonds laced his neck, wrists, and ears.

The smell of his cologne wafted through the air and over to me. Fuck. The smell of him did something to me. I clenched my thighs together as I stood in place. His eyes passed over me, and a smirk appeared on his face.

“You gon’ stand there all night, or are you gonna bring your ass?”

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