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  ASAHD MOSELEY

  “Damn, girl!”

  My toes curled in my high top Giuseppes as I looked down at the shawty slobbering on my dick. Not only was I pleased, but I was thoroughly impressed because she had that shit disappearing in her mouth effortlessly. I wasn’t the tallest nigga. I stood about six feet even and compared to my brothers I was the shortest, but in the dick department, I wasn’t taking any shorts.

  People would assume that my shit wasn’t at or above average, but that was far from the case. I was working with a thick ten inches. I had that shit that rearranged insides, caused limps, soreness and bruises. Sound like some shit that would have bitches running for the hills, but it attracted them like honey to a bee. I had that dope dick and I had to be selective on who I blessed with this pipe. Shawty was persistent though, and as I continued to watch her in awe slobbing on my shit, I was grateful I didn’t pass up on this opportunity. She was fucking amazing.

  I balled her hair up in my hands and stroked her face, and surprisingly, she kept right up. Who would’ve known I almost to missed out on the dick suck of a lifetime? I went to go take a piss and shawty welcomed her self in as soon as I was leaving out. I was big on personal space and was seconds from knocking her ass out for bombarding me, but when she dropped to her knees and started to massage my dick through my pants, she left me no choice but to say yeah.

  In five second tops, she had me spilling my seeds down her throat and took it all back not letting a drop go to waste. It was the sexiest shit watching her lick my sensitive tip as if she was eager for me give her more.

  Once she was done, she stood up, went over to the sink and grabbed a few paper towels to clean herself up.

  I did the same wetting the towels and wiping off my manhood and tucked it back inside of my jeans. What a way to to celebrate your 25th birthday.

  “Preciate it, Supa head.”

  “Jill.”

  “What?” I shot back looking at shawty. I finally took in her body and saw she had a cute face to go with all the curves in that little ass red dress. My dick bricked up instantly eyeing her fat ass that was playing peekaboo from the back.

  “My name is Jill.”

  My eyebrows furrowed and I shrugged my shoulders. “I never asked.”

  “You called me Supa Head.”

  “Because it fits.”

  She smacked her lips, and I went to go head out of the bathroom. I didn’t even want to fuck her now. She was mouthy, and that’s something I didn’t tolerate from a bitch.

  “Can I leave out first?” she asked taking hold of my wrist and I snatched it away.

  She scrambled around me and shot out the door. I followed behind her and glanced at the guy glaring at her. He couldn’t have been from Philly with his sloppy dreads, and clothes that were two times his size. I wasn’t into the tight clothes these niggas were rocking nowadays, but my man was looking like he took it all the way back to 2005.

  “Where the fuck you was at?” he barked at the bad jawn over the music. I laughed out loud and kept it pushing. She was trying to plead her case, but he was too busy eyeing me as I strolled past. The longer he looked at me, the angrier he got clenching his fist, yet he didn’t say one word to me or move an inch. He had to have known better.

  I didn’t know that was his bitch and if I did, I wouldn’t have cared either way. It wasn’t my job to make sure she remained faithful to his ass, especially since she was the one begging to suck my dick.

  I continued to laugh as I walked past the duo, but stopped in my tracks and sent a right hook his way.

  WHAM!

  The crowd around us parted like the Red Sea as he flopped onto the ground hitting it with a loud thud. All the staring he was doing he should’ve been prepared to get fucked up.

  “Why did you do that?!” the female yelled at me before she scurried over to her man who was whining like a baby on the floor. Security hurried over and practically dragged his big ass up out the club and as expected Johan and Zayne were right behind shooting daggers at me.

  “You just can’t behave yourself,” Johan shook his head chastising me like a father although he had a smile on his face. They both watched as security at his establishment hauled main man out like a sack of potatoes.

  “It’s my birthday, I can do what I want,” I responded holding my hands up in the air.

  Zayne laughed and held his hands out for me to share a dap with him. “I taught you well lil’ nigga.”

  I gave him a handshake but frowned at his ass. “You ain’t teach me shit. Keep fucking around, I’ma sit you on your pockets too.”

  Zayne shoved me, and I went to go lunge at him, but Johan stepped between us draping his burly arms over our shoulders. He was the oldest and the tallest out of the three of us. I never use to fuck with him growing up because as long as I remembered I literally always looked up to him. Zayne, on the other hand, we were closer in age, so we were always rumbling with each other despite the fact he was pretty much my best fucking friend. In the world we lived in, you ain’t need friends if you had family and I was lucky enough to have my two older brothers.

  We retreated back to the upper level of the club where selected members of our crew came out to celebrate my day. I snatched up a bottle of Louis XIII that was on the table and took the top off chugging it down after I fell onto the plush black leather couch.

  “Now tell me why you hit that nigga?” Johan asked with a bottle of water in his hand.

  Unlike Zayne and I, Johan didn’t drink, smoke, or indulged in a bunch of fast food. He was into his health, and the gym was his second home. I was confused as fuck when he told me he wanted to open up a club. It went against everything he stood for. He was a sober, faithful fucking man but owned an establishment that was swarming with drugs, liquor, and naked bitches.

  “He was staring at me too fucking hard.”

  Johan erupted into laughter. “So you hit him?”

  “Yeah.”

  “That can’t be the entire story,” Zayne butted in after he released a laugh. “Tell the truth.”

  “That is the truth. He must’ve seen his girl leaving out the bathroom with me—”

  “There it goes!” Zayne interjected. “You can’t leave nigga’s bitches alone, can you?”

  “I ain’t ask her to suck my dick. She wanted to,” I retorted with a shrug.

  Johan and Zayne found the shit hilarious, and I continued sipping on my drink watching the women work the poles. Dynasty was the first of many clubs Johan owned throughout the country. This was his only club in Philly, but he owned a couple in New York, Miami, Atlanta and was thinking about expanding to Vegas and California. When Johan planned to go fully legit he was adamant about making so much bread he wouldn’t mi
ss the fast money of the drug business we led.

  I was the baby out of the three of us. Johan was the oldest at 30 years old, locked down with three sons, and Zayne was the middle child at 28, he had his Masters degree in business and was a single father. Then there was me, 25 and all I had was my money and guns.

  My aunt constantly fussed at me about settling down and giving her some babies to take care of. She was speaking a foreign language to me. Fuck she wanted more kids to take care of when she owned a daycare and had Johan’s badass sons and Za’naa? From my two brothers, I got a taste of the relationship shit first hand from them, and I was good. I had all my life to settle down, and there was no way I’ll slow myself up now when I was young.

  We had the drug game on lock now in Philly. I would say that wasn’t changing anytime soon, but Johan was changing up the game with his legal endeavors with his string of clubs. So far Johan and Zayne both chose to clean up their money some with this business shit, but all I knew was the game. Philly was ours! Why give that up?

  We were all a big fucking deal. The women loved us, the men respected us, and many feared us. One thing our Unc instilled in us was the importance of respect and not to let anything slide. Stand for something, or fall for anything, he would constantly coach us which gave us this savage mentality. For the most part, we were pretty fair men, but once you crossed that line, all bets were off.

  They said I was the worse out of the bunch. I took lives easily. It’s like once I snapped, it was hard for me to stop. I killed niggas with my bare hands. My brothers joked around and called me bipolar because I’d be cool one minute and snapping the next, but that was just me. If muhfuckas ain’t do or say dumb shit, I wouldn’t have to check their ass.

  “Aye, let me get some of that,” one of our workers, Chapelle said holding out his plastic cup. Why the fuck he wanted some of my drink when he had a table full of free liquor? I wasn’t a nasty nigga, but I had my mouth all over the shit.

  “Nah, go get something from over there. This my shit,” I told him nicely.

  “Ain’t no Louis XIII over there,” he whined, and I placed my bottle on my lap eyeing him with a snarl.

  “Get out my fucking face and either go get yourself a bottle from down there,” I said pointing to the horde of people on the lower level, “Or sip on something from that island and stop begging me like a groupie ass bitch.”

  Everyone around us laughed at Chappelle’s begging ass. It was my 25th birthday, and I was nice enough to have a few workers come kick it with us, show them a glimpse of the lifestyle we lived. They had free food, liquor and bitches galore on the Moseley brothers. Leave it to Beaver to come over here begging for something he knows his ass wouldn’t even break bread to buy.

  “Something wrong with you,” Zayne chuckled sparking a Dutch. He took a toke and playfully held it out to Johan before he passed it to me.

  I inhaled the kush and relaxed in my seat. My brothers knew how I was. I was stingy as fuck and didn’t believe in handouts. Despite the fact our Unc passed us the torch in his business, he didn’t do so until he felt we were good and ready. This empire we now ran was earned, and the only people on earth that were getting anything from me without hesitation was our Aunt and my baby girl, Za’naa.

  “That’s been established. He better take his begging ass on somewhere. Who the shawty with KeKe?”

  Zayne strained his neck to spot the two females in the sea of people. They weren’t hard to find because KeKe and the girl both had bottles with sparklers in their hands making their way to our section.

  KeKe was a badass natural chick that was a bottle girl at the club. Her and Zayne played this cat and mouse game for years. One minute they acted like they liked each other and then the next they walk past each other as if neither one of them existed. Since the disappearance of his baby mother, he’s been weird as fuck when it came to women. I could understand to an extent. Imagine the love of your life dipping on you and your child, thinking she was dead, but she was living her life somewhere with a new family.

  Let it would’ve been me, I would’ve gotten that bitch bodied. That’s enough to make a nigga go crazy. Zayne handled it pretty well and was doing a great job at being a father to his daughter. He was guarded as fuck. He wasn’t like me chasing bitches, but he broke a lot of good women hearts because he had them thinking they were going somewhere and then he’d just back off. If you knew his story, you would understand. KeKe wasn’t for his shit though.

  “That’s her best friend. When she get a job here?” He turned towards Johan for answers, and he shrugged. The nigga ain’t do the hiring or firing.

  I continued to eye the chocolate shawty that was trailing behind KeKe. I had a thing for a fat ass and nice tits, but this girl stood out with her slim frame, shoulder length hair that looked natural the way it flowed as she took each step. The longer I watched her I kept asking myself how she got the job here, she was pretty as fuck compared to the exotic bitches that worked the club. I would say, KeKe was the simplest chic in the building, but now it was mystery girl. She didn’t fit the atmosphere which made her an eye catcher.

  “Happy Birthday!!!!” KeKe yelled over the music sitting the bottles down.

  “Thank you! Where’s my gift?” I questioned her still eyeing her friend who was more so in the back of her with her hands across her chest. My eyes traveled to her firm legs up to her pretty face. Even though she looked uncomfortable in the bodysuit, it fit her frame well.

  “What you want?” KeKe asked.

  I nodded my head in her friend's direction licking my lips. “What’s her name?”

  The girl’s eyebrows dipped, and KeKe stood in my view of the chocolate bunny.

  “Off limits.”

  “How?” I quizzed holding my hands up.

  KeKe looked back at the flock of bitches that were making their way with Nina leading the pack. Nina wasn’t my girl, but I fucked her often which had her thinking she can stake claim to me. She was one of the top strippers in the club with a crazy sex appeal. She made so much money the nights she did work she only came around once a week which made her a hot commodity. Dynasty was always packed, but when Nina was in the building, niggas paid top dollar to look and not touch. I was in love with the pussy, but that was as far as it went.

  Just as KeKe and her friend walked away, Nina made herself comfortable on my lap. She was extra comfortable and was clearly trying to prove a point to her stripper friends by attempting to place a kiss on my lips, something we never did. I turned my head, and her lips met my cheeks.

  “Hey baby,” she cooed playing it off by placing more kisses on the side of my face and whispering in my ear. She had my dick brick, but my attention was on the girl that was leaving behind KeKe.

  JOHAN MOSELEY

  I pulled out my phone and noticed that after three text messages my wife, Tabitha, didn’t respond. She was supposed to be back home from her weekly trip to New York visiting her family. A few years ago she reunited with her sister after a big falling out they had years ago over our relationship. In their eyes, she was the good girl gone bad for me, and they couldn’t accept the fact that she was in love and changing for the better.

  I wasn’t the perfect man, and we had our share of ups and downs, but regardless of what we went through, Tab was the woman for me. She loved me when I ain’t have shit, feeding my brothers packages of noodles for dinner, so it was only right for her to be by my side when I was up.

  Back in the day, she used to come visit her grandmother every summer, and it was just puppy love. By the time she was turned fifteen she was given the option to live with her grandmother, and we hit it off from there at sixteen years old she gave birth to my firstborn and she’s been by my side since. Once she turned 18, I was 20, and the first thing I did was take her to Center City to give her my last name. I promised her a wedding of her dreams and she made it clear what I’ve given her was all she needed. A woman that didn’t ask for much deserved the world, and till this day I was
giving it to her.

  “Roll call!” I heard Asahd call out teasingly with a snide grin on his face. He was the only one that didn’t understand commitment, so he had all the jokes for days about the way I moved. It didn’t bother me because he was my baby brother and that was expected from his immature ass.

  I had the bitches once upon a time. It no longer fazed me and in the position we were at in life, it only brought hoes that were attracted to the limelight of being down with a Moseley. I was good on that. I appreciated coming home to one woman and building my family.

  “She ain’t call yet,” I responded highly concerned because Tab hated that I owned clubs and had to be in one. Oddly enough, she rather me stay in the game with my brothers than to be a business owner. I never understood that. When I asked her why she ain’t have no real answer, so I just assumed she was uncomfortable with me being around bitches. In a club or in the streets females came with either territory, and I assured her she ain’t have nothing to worry about.

  That prompted Zayne to pull his phone out. “I’m about to be out.”

  “Nigga, it’s my birthday! How you just gonna leave?” Asahd complained.

  “I’ve been here for hours with you, and I can’t have my babysitter there all night. I am a father, shit changes when you have responsibilities.”

  “I’m sure you pay her well where she won’t give a fuck that she has to sleep over.”

  “I do, but that’s beside the point,” Zayne replied standing to his feet and holding his fist out for a pound. I met my closed fist with his.

  Asahd always went back and forth with us because he had no comprehension that there was life outside of work and play. This was all he knew, so I didn’t blame him.

  “You lucky I love Za’naa,” he shot back. “Give my niecey a kiss for me.” They both dapped up, and Zayne was on his way out the door. Part of me felt like he was uptight about seeing KeKe and she ain’t say shit to him, but that was his business, so I let him be without the scrutiny.