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Authors: Treasure Hernandez

Obsession (16 page)

“Fuck happened to you?” he asked.
Before Kat got a chance to answer, Goliath shoved her out the way and dropped Tommy with a quick two-piece.
Quick stepped in the basement and immediately spotted Tiffany over in the corner curled up on the floor like an animal.
While Major Pain and Goliath fucked up Tommy Gunz, Quick was snatching the tape off Tiffany's mouth. As he touched her, he noticed she was all wet. At that very moment, he realized that Tommy had pissed on his girl. “You all right?” he asked.
“Yes, baby, I'm fine,” Tiffany said, trying to sound strong, but the tears streaming down her face told the truth.
As Quick untied her, he smelled shit. Not wanting to embarrass his woman, he ignored the odor as he helped her up to her feet.
“I helped you out. Now can I go?” Kat asked with a smirk on her face.
Quick looked at her for a second then pulled out his 9 mm, aimed it at her head, and pulled the trigger, dropping her right where she stood. He then turned his 9 mm on Tommy Gunz, who was on his knees, blood streaming from his nostrils.
“Do what you gotta do,” Tommy Gunz said, and he closed his eyes.
Quick held the 9 mm to Tommy's head, but instead of pulling the trigger, he handed the gun to Tiffany. “Handle your business, baby,” he told her.
Without hesitation, Tiffany took the weapon from him and fired four shots into Tommy Gunz's face.
Quick was surprised at how easily Tiffany shot the man dead like that, but he didn't say nothing about it. “Come on, baby, let's get you up outta here.” He picked up Tommy's share of the money that they stole from him and helped Tiffany out of the basement.
For the entire ride Tiffany was quiet. She was just enjoying her freedom and thanking God for letting her make it out of that situation alive.
Goliath pulled up in front of Turf's mansion, leaving Tiffany with a surprised look on her face.
“Surprise!” Quick said.
Quick helped Tiffany out of the truck and inside their new home. Tiffany couldn't believe her eyes as she entered the front door of her new home.
“Is this really our place?” she asked. She had never even seen a house like this, except on TV. “I don't believe it.”
“Well, believe it, baby,” Quick said, placing a set of keys in the palm of her hand. “This right here is my main man Goliath. He's going to be staying here with us; he's our twenty-four-seven bodyguard.”
“Nice to meet you.” Tiffany nodded, not wanting to shake the big man's hand 'cause of how filthy she was.
“Go clean yourself up while me and Goliath chat for a second.” Quick kissed Tiffany on the lips. He watched as she walked through the big house with a smile on her face. His woman having a smile on her face brought a smile to his face. He knew Tiffany had been through a lot in her life, and he planned on keeping her as happy as possible, so she would never have to think back on her hard times and rough past.
Once Tiffany was out of sight, Goliath asked, “So what you wanna do about that nigga Lucky?”
“Oh, he definitely gonna have to pay for this,” Quick said, anger all over his face. “This the second time he tried to take one of my girls out—first Ivy and now this. He definitely gotta go.”
“So how you wanna handle this?” Goliath asked, ready to serve his new boss. “You want me to put the word out on the streets?”
“Nah,” Quick said. “I'ma have to handle this one myself.”
“Guess Who's Back?”
Blake sat on the train with a mean look on his face. He had on his State-issued outfit and boots on his feet. The train was crowded with beautiful women, tourists, and even a few bums, but none of that mattered to him. He had only one thing on his mind—getting revenge on Tiffany. The whole time he was locked away like an animal, the bitch didn't even send him one letter. His birthday had passed three times, and never once did he even get a card. And for that he was going to make her pay with her life. Especially since it was her fault that he was even in a cage in the first place.
When Blake's stop came, he quickly stepped off the train. He walked down the street on the nice, sunny day just looking at how much things had changed since he had been away.
A white man snapping pictures bumped into him by accident, and he had to stop himself from beating the white man to death. He still had that jailhouse mentality and so much anger built up inside of him, he was liable to snap any second. Not to mention, he had put on the extra weight and muscle since being locked up. Blake's body was in such good shape and he had so much muscle, he felt he could kill a man with his bare hands if he wanted to.
After walking fifteen blocks, he finally reached the building he was looking for. He entered the building and took the steps to the fourth floor and busted out the staircase not even a bit winded. He walked down the hall until he reached the door he was looking for and knocked lightly.
Seconds later, a frail-looking, older man answered the door, a cigarette dangling from his lips. “Fuck you doing here?” the man asked.
“Uncle Steve, I need to talk to you for a second. Is it all right if I come in for a second?” Blake asked.
Steve stepped to the side so his nephew could enter. “You hungry?” he asked.
“Nah, I'm good,” Blake said, standing in the middle of the living room.
“Let me guess—You need some money.”
“Nah, I don't need no money.”
“Oh,” Steve said. “Well, what the fuck you want then?” he asked, wondering why his nephew who he hadn't seen in years was standing in his living room.
“I need a gun,” Blake said seriously.
Steve laughed loudly. “Is that all?” He pulled a rusty-looking .38 from his back pocket and handed it to Blake.
Blake took the gun and slid it in his pocket.
Steve handed him a box of bullets to go along with the gun. “Let me tell you something,” Steve began. “You pull that muthafucka, you better use it. Don't be no pussy, like your father used to be.” Then he added, “And another thing, you get caught, and you didn't get the muthafucka from me.”
Blake nodded as he headed for the door. “Good looking,” he said, and he disappeared out the door. Blake only had one mission on his mind, and that was to kill Tiffany. He didn't care about going back to jail. Until she was gone, he wouldn't be able to rest.
Quick pulled up to the strip club. He'd just got word that Lucky was inside. He parked over in the cut and let the engine die. Then he grabbed his twin 9s from off the passenger seat and clutched them tightly as he patiently waited for his former best friend to exit the strip club. Inside he felt bad about what he was getting ready to do, but his mind was already made up, and he had to do what he had to.
Forty-five minutes later, Quick, a black bandana covering his nose and mouth and a hoodie draped over his head, saw Lucky stumble out the club with one of his henchmen close by his side. From the way Lucky was walking, Quick could tell he was twisted.
Quick took a deep breath as he hopped out the stolen car and followed Lucky and his henchman through the parking lot. He walked swiftly in between cars, hoping to cut Lucky and his henchman off.
 
 
“Damn! Where the fuck did we park?” Lucky slurred as him and one of his goons stopped in their tracks and searched through the packed parking lot.
Lucky pulled the keys to his Lexus out of his pocket and pressed the alarm. “We right over there,” he said, once he saw the tail lights on his Lexus flash.
As Lucky walked through the parking lot, he heard some footsteps coming from behind him. The footsteps sounded like the person creeping up on them was either running or jogging.
“What the fuck!” Lucky said as he quickly spun around and saw a hooded man jogging toward them in a low hunch.
Before he got a chance to say a word, it was too late. Three shots had already been fired. He tackled his henchman, trying to keep him out of harm's way, but the man already had a bullet in his throat.
“Fuck!” Lucky cursed as he removed the man's .45 from his waistband and sprang up from behind a parked car firing.
Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!
Quick ducked behind a parked car as shattered glass showered down on his head from stray bullets that hit the windows of the car he stood behind. He crept around to the other side of the car and opened fire.
Lucky stayed low, throwing four reckless shots over his shoulder while he zigzagged around all the parking lot full of parked cars, like it was a maze.
Quick was about to go in for the kill, until people started coming out the strip club, being nosy. To add to the mix, several different car alarms started going off. “Fuck!” Quick backpedaled over to his stolen ride.
Once the gunshots finished ringing out, Lucky quickly jogged over to his Lexus and stormed out the parking lot like a bat out of hell.
“Muthafuckas tried to take me out,” he said out loud to himself, no longer drunk. Bullets whistling past his head sobered him right up.
Lucky recognized the hooded man, but he didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to believe that the person he grew up with, the man that was like a brother to him, had just tried to take his life. He didn't want to believe it, but he knew what his eyes saw.
 
 
Blake stepped in IHOP and looked around, hoping he saw Tiffany floating around the restaurant.
“How you doing, sir? Can I help you?” the hostess asked politely.
“Yes. Can I speak to the manager please?” he said, still looking around.
Minutes later, Mr. Richardson appeared from the back. “Yes. Can I help you?” he asked, immediately recognizing Blake.
“Yes. Tiffany, where is she?”
“She doesn't work here anymore.”
“Do you know where she work at now?”
“No, I don't,” Mr. Richardson said. “And if I did, I still wouldn't tell you anyway. Tiffany is a good girl. Why don't you just let her be?”
“Mind your muthafuckin' business . . . before you get hurt.” Blake walked out the restaurant madder than he was when he had first entered.
“In Case You Ain't Know So”
Quick lay across the king-sized bed in his boxers and a wifebeater watching
Monday Night Football
. On his mind was the incident that went down the other night with Lucky. He could've shot him but missed on purpose. He knew Lucky deserved to die, but he just couldn't do it himself. He didn't have a problem when it came to putting in work, but when it came to putting in work on the person he grew up with, the same person he called his brother, that was a different story.
Tiffany stepped out the bathroom and cleared her throat, interrupting Quick's thoughts. When Quick looked over, he saw her standing in the doorway of the bathroom wearing nothing but a red thong and a pair of red three-and-a-half-inch pumps.
“Have you been a good boy?” Tiffany purred. She turned the lights down and grabbed the remote to the stereo and cut on some music. Stevie Wonder's “These Three Words” hummed softly from the speakers as she walked over toward the bed.
Quick tried to get up, but Tiffany pushed him back down on the bed and snatched his boxers off. Before he could even say another word, Tiffany took him into her mouth.
“Shit!” Quick groaned as he sat back and watched his woman go to work on him.
Tiffany used extra saliva to lubricate Quick's dick while she sucked on it just how he liked it, the whole time looking up at him and bobbing her head a hundred miles an hour and moaning loudly the whole time.
When Quick felt himself getting ready to come, he hopped up and pushed Tiffany off him. “Get ya ass up here on this bed,” he demanded, and he watched her crawl on the bed on all fours. He slid Tiffany's thong to the side, spread her ass cheeks apart, and dove in face-first.
Tiffany moaned loudly as she buried her face in a pillow and gripped the satin sheets, as Quick forced her to come for him. He licked and sucked all over her pussy and clit like he needed her come to live. Tiffany kept grinding her ass farther back in Quick's face as he worked his tongue like a lizard, making her come for him yet again.
Just as the two were about to have sex, a loud knock on their bedroom door interrupted them.
“What?” Quick yelled, upset that someone was interrupting him and his baby's quality time.
“It's somebody here that wants to see you!” Goliath yelled from the other side of the door.
Quick hopped up, threw on a wifebeater and some sweat pants, and went to go see what the problem was. “Fuck going on out here?” he said as he trotted down the steps.
When he reached the living room, he saw Lucky and two of his boys being held at gunpoint by a few of his goons.
“This dickhead knocked on the front door,” Goliath said. “Didn't want to kill him without checking with you first.”
“Were they strapped?” Quick asked, looking Lucky in his eyes.
“Nah,” Goliath said. “One of them clowns had a knife on him, but that's about it.”
“Speak your peace before I kill you,” Quick said, accepting the 9 mm that one of his goons handed him as he stood in front of Lucky.
“I didn't come here for no problems,” Lucky said. “I came here to apologize to you again for what happened to Ivy, and I want things to go back to how they used to be.”
Quick chuckled. “You can't be serious. You done crossed the line of no return.”
“You know me better than anybody,” Lucky said. “You know I would never do nothing to hurt you.” Lucky knew Quick was still mad at him for killing Ivy, even though it was an accident.
“Plus,” Lucky continued, “I was thinking . . . I got shit on my side on smash, and you seem to be doing pretty good for yourself,” he said, looking all around the mansion. “Let's put it all together and shut the town down. Us together and we'll be unstoppable.”
“Unstoppable, huh?” Quick said as he thought on it for a second. He knew what Lucky was saying was true, but the question at hand was, Could he still trust the man he once called his best friend?
Quick called Goliath over to the side, and the two men spoke in a hushed voice. “What you think?” Quick asked.
“I mean, it sounds good. But can we trust him? is the question,” Goliath said. “You have to ask yourself, Will the risk be worth the reward?”
Quick turned back around and held his hand out. “Glad to have you back on the team.”
Lucky smiled as the two men shook hands then hugged.
“If I even think you trying to pull some funny shit, I will have you dropped like that”—Quick said, snapping his fingers.
“Glad to have you back.” Goliath gave Lucky a pound.
“We about to shut this whole town down,” Lucky said excitedly. “Both of our crews together.” He laughed out loud.
Then the three men went in Quick's office, so they could discuss and really get things in order.
 
 
Blake walked through the hood wearing all black. The only problem was, it was ninety degrees outside. For the past week and a half he had been looking for Tiffany and was having no luck. His patience was wearing thin. The longer it took him to find her, the more pain he planned on inflicting on her before killing her.
Blake walked in the building and took the steps to the floor the person he was looking for was on. He bopped down toward the door and knocked with authority.
“Who the fuck is it?” a woman's voice yelled from behind the door.
Blake heard locks being unlocked. Brenda's face looked shocked when she locked eyes with the man on the other side of the door.
“Bitch, don't say a muthafuckin' word!” Blake growled, aiming the .357 in her face as he pushed her back inside the apartment.
“What do you want from me?” Brenda asked, looking nervous.
Blake roughly shoved her down on the couch and aimed his pistol right between her eyes. “Where is Tiffany?”
“I don't know,” Brenda said. “I haven't spoken to that girl in months.”
Just as the words left Brenda's mouth, the .357 made contact with the side of her face. “You must think I'm playing,” Blake said in a calm tone as he hopped on top of her and began beating her face in with his weapon.
Brenda couldn't take the pain anymore and gave in. “Okay, okay, okay!” she yelled. “I'll tell you where she lives.”
Once Blake got all the information he needed out of Brenda, he put a bullet in her head, and walked back out the door like nothing had ever happened.
 
 
“Nah, I don't know about this,” Major Pain said to Quick, his eyes locked on Lucky. He felt the man couldn't be trusted and only wanted to be back on the team because him and Sosa's empire was now crumbling right before their eyes. “How we know we can trust this muthafucka?”
“The only reason I left the first time was because Turf was trying to feed me table scraps,” Lucky announced. “I'm not gon' just sit around and let somebody play with my paper. Things are different now though. We bringing two strong teams together as one, and I promise y'all all of our pockets will only get fatter.”
Before Major Pain got a chance to reply, Quick said, “We going to work this shit out, and we all gon' get this money.”
The little get-together that Quick and Tiffany threw in the mansion looked more like a party than anything else. There was liquor, and women and men all over the place.
“Tonight I want you two to enjoy y'all selves,” Quick said. “We are all a team now, and the faster we start acting like it, the faster we will all become millionaires,” he told them, as Tiffany crept up on him from behind and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Can I borrow you for a second?” Tiffany slurred with glassy eyes.
Just from looking at her face, Quick could tell she was twisted.
“What's up, baby?” Quick kissed her on the lips as the two walked over toward the bar area.
Tonight the two just wanted to celebrate all the things they had overcome. Not to mention, it was their four-year anniversary, though the two weren't married. Yet.
Quick and Tiffany were loving the fact that they didn't have to want for anything ever again; it felt good, especially for two people who weren't used to having shit.
“Can I get some of your time tonight please?” Tiffany purred as she poured herself and Quick a glass of vodka each.
“Chill. I need some juice in my shit.” Quick added a bit of orange juice to his glass. He could drink it straight if he wanted to, but he had nothing to prove. “You looking good tonight,” he said, palming her ass.
“How good?” Tiffany asked with a seductive smile on her face.
“Good enough to eat,” he whispered in her ear. Quick made sure he took her ear in his mouth before he pulled his face away.
“Sometimes I look at you and just say to myself, you are too good to be true,” Tiffany said seriously. “This all feels like a dream to me. Some days I just be praying that if this is a dream that I never have to wake up.”
Quick took a sip from his drink as he listened to what Tiffany was saying. He knew that Tiffany really loved him for him, and he also knew that she was as loyal as they came. Nowadays you couldn't find a person that you could believe, let alone trust.
He pulled Tiffany in close to him. “This ain't no dream. All the love I got for you is real, and you have nothing to worry about 'cause I'm not going anywhere. You never have to be alone again.”
“I trust you.” Tiffany grabbed Quick's hand and led him upstairs to their bedroom.
“What about our guest?” Quick asked.
“They'll be all right.” Tiffany smirked as they entered the bedroom.
Quick finished his drink as he watched her step out onto the balcony in their room, from where she smiled and motioned with her finger for him to join her.
 
 
Blake pulled up to the address that Brenda had given him, and instantly he knew he had to be at the wrong address. There was no way this could be the right address. He looked out his window and saw a huge house that looked like a mansion, and outside they seemed to be having some type of party, with cars parked all over the place.
“Fuck!” Blake banged on the steering wheel, pissed that Brenda had given him the wrong address. If she was still alive, he definitely would've paid her another visit for wasting his time.
Just as he was about to pull off, he saw a woman that looked like Tiffany step out on the balcony. As he looked closer he saw that the woman up on the balcony was indeed Tiffany. It turned out that Brenda had given him the real address after all.
“Damn!” Blake said to himself. He noticed that Tiffany still looked good even after all these years, and he found himself still attracted to the woman.
As good as she looked, Blake still had to do what he had to do. But the more he looked at Tiffany, the more he thought about not killing her. “I'll just beat her ass real good. Then we can start over fresh,” he told himself.
Seconds later Blake's face frowned up when he saw a man join her on the balcony. “What the fuck!” he yelled as he recognized the man on the balcony. He watched as Quick and Tiffany kissed out on the balcony and their hands explored each other's body. The sight was enough to make Blake throw up. He continued to watch as Quick stripped Tiffany of all of her clothes, before his head disappeared.
Blake's fist balled up as he watched Tiffany's head go back in pleasure. He couldn't see her facial expression, but from her body language, she seemed to be enjoying the way Quick was pleasing her.
Minutes later Quick's head rose from down below and was back in plain view. Blake shook his head in disgust as he watched Quick turn Tiffany around and bend her over. It looked as if Tiffany was looking directly at him as Quick penetrated her from behind. He watched as Quick forcefully thrust himself in and out Tiffany repeatedly.
From Tiffany's facial expression, she seemed to be loving every minute of it. After Quick finished pounding Tiffany out, she slowly slid down to her knees and sucked on her man's dick until he filled her mouth with his juices. Tiffany swallowed it all and came up with a smile on her face, and her and Quick went back inside.
Blake couldn't believe what he'd just witnessed. All thoughts of sparing Tiffany's life were now out the window. And once again the only thing on his mind was murder.

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