Page 1 of Too Many One Nights

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Chapter One

Lincoln ‘Buck’ DeLuca

“Fuck,”Igruntedasshorty sucked the skin off my dick. I noticed her eyeing me as I walked out the gas station. After doing a mental assessment of her thick frame, I summoned her to my car, where she was currently sucking me off. This is how most of my interactions with the opposite sex were. I slut these hoes out and go about my business. They didn’t appreciate when niggas gave a fuck, so it is what it is.

My phone was going off back-to-back, fucking up my concentration. I tried my best to ignore it, but it was ringing nonstop. Peeling my eyes open, I glanced and saw it was my lil’ brother, Jackson, or Stacks, as we called him, blowing me the fuck up. The ringing finally stopped but started right back.

“Gah, damn, nigga! You dead or some?” I barked, clearly fucking irritated.

“Nah, but you gone be if you don’t hurry up and get here. Pops all irate and shit and I’ain got time for the shit.” I knew we had a meeting, but I couldn’t pass up shorty’s mouth.

“Shit,” I grunted unintentionally. “Give me about—” I looked down at shorty. “—fuck. Give me ten minutes.”

“Whatever, nigga.” Stacks hung up in my face and I got back to the task at hand.

“Hurry up and pull this nut out. I got shit to do.”

She never stopped sucking, but I got sidetracked when I took the call. Getting my head back in the game, I gripped the back of her neck and enjoyed the feeling of her slick mouth and tongue as she started to make my toes grip the soles of my Alexander McQueen sneakers. I felt my nut about to surface, so I braced myself for the impactful sensation that I knew it would provide.

“Shit,” I breathed out. “Get ready to catch this shit.” No sooner than the words left my mouth, my seeds were shooting out of my dick and to their new residence, which was down her throat. She kept sucking after I was done, but I removed her head from my lap and grabbed a wet wipe from my middle console to clean myself. I let down the window to discard the wipe and turned around to see she was still sitting in my passenger seat like she was waiting on a payment or some shit.

“Aye, I gotta bounce,” was all I said.

“Oh. Can I see you later?”

“Doubt it.”

“Oh. Well, can I—”

“?You can get out,” I cut her off. “I’on know what you were expecting, shorty, but I can assure you that this ain’t it.” I glanced her way, and she had a sour look on her face.

“Fu—” before she could issue her insult, I had my Glock in her face. Not on any day the Lord made did I let a muthafucka play with me… bitches included. I’d have you on his doorstep explaining how you fucked up the assignment before you could process the shit.

“I’m not a repeat offender, shorty. That includes repeating myself. I let my bitch do all the talking for me, and she’on talk nice.”

After issuing my warning, she scrambled out of my car, fumbling to shut the door behind her. Once she was out my way, I sped out of the parking lot and headed to DeLuca Enterprises. DeLuca Enterprises owned the largest cargo business here in Cannon Hills. We worked closely with numerous businesses to transport their products internationally. Majority of our customers were legit, but we definitely had some who weren’t. Ourselves included. We supplied the drugs and artillery that came in and out of Cannon Hills to the local dealers. Shit didn’t move without the DeLuca stamp of approval.

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When I parked my Navigator in my designated COO parking space, I hopped out and headed inside. I took the elevator to the twelfth floor, where our meeting room was located. When I walked in, my pops halted his words and pinned me with a nasty glare. Ignoring him, I took my rightful seat on the right side of my pops, while Stacks sat on the left. The look that he gave me would make the average muthafucka falter under his gaze with fear. Grant DeLuca was feared by damn near every man breathing. Known as Dinero in the streets, he had a reputation of laying down the law with any and everybody that he came across. That shit didn’t work with me. I came from his nut sack. We were one of one. Even though I gave my pops the utmost respect, I was still a man at the end of the day, just like he was.

“Back to what I was saying.” He turned back to the crowd. “I can provide you with the containers that you’re looking for, but I’m going to need more than the twenty-five percent that you’re offering. DeLuca Enterprises hasn’t made it this far by accepting crumbs. Your offer will be for forty-five percent or nothing,” he stated. I could tell that he didn’t like what my pops said, but he had no other option but to find it or get the fuck on.

“Dinero, my friend. That’s pretty steep,” that Hispanic muthafucka, Maseo, vexed.

“It’s my final and only offer.”

Looking between his team, he sighed before he spoke. I know he didn’t want to take the offer, but he had no choice.

“Can I think about it?” he quizzed.

“Once you leave out this room, the offer is no longer on the table. You knew the terms before bringing yo’ black beans and rice eating ass in this muthafucka. Forty-five percent or nothing. You better hope I’on up the shit to fifty for pissing me the fuck off,” I snarled. I hated when a muthafucka tried to get over just because they thought they could.

Negotiations were my thing. That’s why my pops and Stacks were blowing me up. For the most part, I didn’t let pussy interfere with my business, but I needed to bust that nut. They better be glad I did, or they’d be cleaning these niggas brains off the conference table.

Sighing in defeat, he agreed to the terms. My pops informed them they would have their contract sent within twenty-four hours, and they had the same amount of time to have it sent back. Now that everyone seemed to be on the same page, Maseo and his crew left, and my pops started his bullshit.

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