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  She had just finishing having the time of her life at the club. She couldn’t remember when she had this much fun. Not only that, she had met Tyler, the man who would hopefully complete her dream of becoming a millionaire. She needed to clear her mind without any outside distracts, she needed her sex game to be on point tonight.

  Sonnet had just dropped off Lexi who lived a few miles away from Aintee Maven. She could have easily swung by to see what was so urgent at this hour but she refused to subject herself to another tongue lashing from her. Plus she had to hurry home and freshen up to meet her new boo. He told her that he would have his driver pick her up when she was ready.

  “Humph… Kenterris ain’t got no damn driver. This nigga is running circles around his ass. I done finally met a man to give me all the things I deserve and these niggas think I’m ‘bout to mess it up by dropping everything to do a charity run? They got me all fucked up.”

  Sonnet ranted as she turned onto the freeway and blasted Rihanna. “All I see is signs, all I see is dollar signs” she sang as she danced in her seat. She couldn’t wait to see what Tyler had in store for her.

  “I might even suck that niggas dick tonight. If he got any other hoes they will be a distant memory once I’m done putting this pussy on his sexy ass.”

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  Chapter 10 – Desperate Times

  “Man I can’t believe this shit!”

  Aviare exploded in anger as he roamed the deserted street looking for anyone who could give them a ride. His voice echoed in the darkness through the abandoned houses as he screamed for help. The few neighbors they did have were either not home, didn’t have a car, or chose not to get involved. Consequently the block had been riddled with so much gang violence that people were literally prisoners in their own homes.

  Granny had been complaining of shortness of breath for the past two hours. He and Aintee Maven were keeping a close watch on her when all of a sudden she clutched her left shoulder before falling unconscious. They called an ambulance over twenty minutes ago and it still hadn’t arrived. Despite the endless calls and texts from Aviare’s phone to Sonnet’s she refused pick up. She was their only hope at this point to try and rush Granny to the emergency room.

  By now Granny’s breathing was shallow and her pulse was weak. Aintee Maven was a nervous wreck but she managed to lie her down and elevate her feet. It wasn’t uncommon for ambulances and police not to show up in their hood till hours later. Not only was the area crime ridden, the local hospital was low staffed and over worked from the bullet wounds that made their way through the door every few minutes.

  Aintee Maven knew time was running out for Granny so she sent Aviare out to look for anyone with a car that could take them to the hospital. Despite the attitude that Sonnet left with earlier that night she still tried to call her to give her a heads up about Granny’s situation, hoping that she wouldn’t get any worse, and if she did by some miracle she would come back and help them. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case. Not only was Sonnet ignoring their calls as usual; Maven didn’t even have a friend close by with a car. Everyone she knew took public transportation. Calling a cab was a joke at this hour and most pizza delivery drivers and cabbies didn’t go anywhere near certain neighborhoods after dark. Maven was so desperate that she even tried the fire department and just like the paramedics, they insisted that help was on the way.

  “I hate that bitch!” Aviare wailed as he crammed his phone back into his jacket pocket. The tears streamed down his face as he jogged to the next block. His heart raced as he approached the porch of what appeared to be a drug house based on the numerous cars parked out front.

  “What the hell you want?” the voice on the other side of the door yelled.

  “Please we need a ride to the hospital. I think my Granny had a heart attack!”

  “Nigga this ain’t no damn cab stop, git yo’ ass from around here before yo’ ass git lit up.”

  Just as Aviare turned and was about to head for the next house he heard the door open behind him.

  “Man what the fuck is you doing? That shit could be a damn setup!” one of the men yelled out.

  “Shut up fool! Hang on lil man. What you need?” another asked.

  Aviare turned around to see a huge dark figure standing in the doorway. He swallowed the lump in his throat and replied in a shaky voice.

  “Uhmm we need a ride.”

  “Yo’ lil ass got balls of steel banging on this damn door. You must gotta go somewhere mighty damn important,” the man bellowed in a deep tone.

  “Yes sir….. my Granny is sick and we can’t get an ambulance.”

  “Man I know you ain’t fallin’ for dat shit! Lemme smoke this lil bitch!”

  “Nigga fall back!” the man yelled.

  The large man stepped out onto the porch to get a better look at Aviare. Upon closer inspection he noticed that he was just a kid and that he was of breath. He also noticed that he had been crying.

  “That ain’t no surprise around here,” he replied as he looked up and down the quiet street. “Come on I’ll take y’all. Where you live lil man?”

  “On the next street. Thank you!”

  As the man walked down the front steps Aviare was able to see his face clearly. He was wearing a black bandana tied in the front and had a huge scar over his right eye. He walked with a slight limp. He looked to be around 6’0 with a stocky build.

  Two other men stepped in the doorway in place of the first man and grimmed Aviare from head to toe.

  “You alright nigga?” one of them asked the man.

  “I got this,” the man answered as he headed towards the light blue Charger in the driveway. Just as he and Aviare were about to bend the corner they heard the wail of sirens. An ambulance zoomed past them and stopped at Aintee Maven’s house. The man pulled up behind the ambulance and offered to follow in case someone in the house still needed a ride. Aviare declined, thanked him and rode in the truck with Aintee Maven and Granny to the hospital. He had already made up his mind that he was never forgiving Sonnet for this day.

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  Chapter 11 – Erotic Interlude

  As Tyler and Sonnet made their way to the elevator of the Beverly Hilton she could feel his eyes probing every inch of her body. He was literally almost foaming at the mouth thinking about all the wicked things he wanted to do to her. Once the elevator doors shut he pulled her close to him and they began exploring each other’s bodies. Her stomach quivered as he slid a hand under her blouse and caressed her titties as they kissed. Sonnet’s pussy was soaking wet. She hadn’t been this turned on by anyone besides Kenterris in a long time. It was like he knew all the right buttons to push.

  “I’m not forcing you to do anything you don’t want too,” Tyler said reassuringly.

  Damn why does he have to be such a gentleman? Sonnet thought. Forcing me? Hell if anything I’m about to rape HIS ass!

  “I’m all yours tonight boo,” she purred.

  Upon reaching the Presidential Suite they quickly undressed each other. Sonnet tried to play it off and not stare when she saw that he was hung like a donkey. She was about to remove her bra and panties when he stopped her.

  “Damn you are beautiful,” he growled as he gritted his teeth while deciding which way he was going to take her first. He raked his belongings to the side on the dresser, picked her up, and sat her in front of him. Her pussy throbbed as he worked his way down with his full lips sucking on her erect nipples. He slid down her Victoria’s Secret undies to reveal her tight shaven pussy. Tyler’s skin glistened with perspiration as he worked her over from head to toe.

  This wasn’t the first time Sonnet had fucked someone on the first night she met them and it surely wasn’t going to be the last. But there was something different about Tyler. It was almost as though this nigga had a spell over her. She chalked it up to being a combination of her rebounding from Kenterris and the way he was treating her, although she couldn’t lie to herself, his money most definitely stepped u
p his swag factor.

  Sonnet moaned in ecstasy as his huge hands wrapped around her neck. He slammed her against the wall and plunged his thick black snake deep inside of her. She almost passed out from the waves of multiple orgasms pulsating through her body. She whimpered softly as he started pumping her at lightning speed, eventually letting out a howl as he exploded inside of her.

  They would get it in three more times that night before they finally collapsed from exhaustion.

  “Damn girl, you put on my ass,” Tyler whispered as he stroked the stray hairs from Sonnet’s face.

  “Well I aim to please,” she responded proudly.

  “I guess I shouldn’t be killing the mood right now by asking how many other brothas you screw on the first date.”

  “Hell no! That’s none of your damn business. You was right about one thing, you sure know how to kill the mood” Sonnet snapped as she pulled the covers up around her.

  “I’m sorry baby. I wasn’t trying to offend you. And I damn sure don’t judge you. I just wanted to know am I on a long list of brothas or is this something new for you? I know it is for me. I guess what I really want to say is, I really like you Sonnet and I want to see you again. I wanna spend more time with you and get to know you. I don’t want this/us to only be about sex.”

  CHA CHING! Sonnet thought as her eyes lit up. She snuggled under Tyler and slid his arm around her.

  “This is my first time ever doing something like this. As a matter of fact I’ve been celibate for almost a year. I guess that’s why you saw the freak come out in me” she laughed and reveled in the fact that she hadn’t lost her touch. This dude was making Kenterris look like chopped liver. For the first time since the pair had been creeping she was actually rethinking her plan to get him to marry her. There was no need to when her blessing was lying right here beside her.

  “I like you to Tyler and I would very much like us to spend more time together.”

  Momma always said if you treat people right good things would come to you. And my good thing has come to me. I done found my prince, Sonnet thought as she smiled and drifted off in Tyler’s arms.

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  Chapter 12 – Hard To Say Goodbye

  Etta Mae Wiggins, known to family and friends as “Granny” was pronounced dead at 6:25 am. Aintee Maven was beyond grief stricken. She held the hand of her mother’s lifeless body as she waited for the other family members to arrive. The only solace that she got was knowing that Granny was not in any pain when she passed on.

  The doctors stated that not only had she gone into cardiac arrest three times; she went brain dead shortly after from lack of oxygen to her organs. Aintee Maven knew in her heart that the length of time that was taken to get her to the hospital played a huge role in her passing and this hurt her deeply. Once her brother Joe and her sister Rita arrived they held each other and wept in a circle.

  Aviare took her death particularly hard because Granny had been his biggest cheerleader besides Aintee Maven since his mother had died. He sat with a blank stare on his face in the waiting room. Seeing how broke up Aintee Maven was tore him apart and he had to step away. If only he had a car none of this would have happened. He already knew that they couldn’t count on any city services being implemented in the hood. He couldn’t blame Uncle Joe and Aunt Rita because they lived too far away to be of any help. And the mere thought of how Sonnet thought of no one but herself further fueled his desire to drop out of school and start slinging dope. He knew Aintee Maven wouldn’t approve but he was hell bent on them not having to ask that bitch for anything.

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  Chapter 13 – Too Little Too Late

  “Now let me see with these bloodsuckers wanted,” Sonnet said to herself as she waited to for her phone to reboot. It had been turned off since the night before. She had ended a wonderful night with her new boo Tyler and she hated coming down off of her high. She had just taken her shower and stretched out on the sofa with a slight pout to her bottom lip knowing that reality awaited in the form of messages, missed calls and texts. She did have to admit that despite her new found adoration for Tyler, she was curious to see if Kenterris had returned any of her calls.

  “What the hell? Oh shit!”

  Sonnet dropped the phone and quickly jumped into the first outfit she saw in the laundry basket. Normally she wouldn’t dare rush out the house without being put together but this was an emergency, Granny was sick.

  Once she arrived at the hospital she screeched into a parking space and jumped out. She frantically roamed the halls looking for the unit that Granny was on. After she found her way to the waiting room she saw that most of her family was there along with Aviare.

  “How is she?” Sonnet asked him.

  “Thanks to you she’s dead!” Aviare yelled.

  “What! Oh no!”

  The tears streamed down Sonnet’s face as she made her way to Granny’s room to see Aintee Maven slumped over in an arm chair weeping and Aunt Rita caressing Granny’s limp hand.

  “What happened Aintee?” Sonnet asked Maven.

  Maven rolled her eyes in disgust and stormed out of the room slamming the door behind her.

  “Damn, I don’t know what her problem is, but now is not the time. I wish somebody would please explain to me what happened,” Sonnet hissed in an authoritative tone.

  “I see you still the same,” Aunt Rita sobbed before joining her sister out in the waiting room.

  Sonnet said her goodbyes to Granny and gently kissed her on the forehead that was still warm to the touch. She couldn’t believe the way everyone was acting all brand new when she showed up. She knew her family was messy, but she didn’t think they would stoop as low as blaming Granny’s death on her.

  “I don’t care if they grieving or not I’m ‘bout to check they asses with the quickness.”

  Sonnet arrived in the waiting room to overhear Uncle Joe consoling Aintee Maven.

  “Maven you know if we could have gotten here any faster for momma we would have.”

  As soon as Maven called Joe and Rita they jumped into action. They had driven over three hours, breaking every speed limit along the way but still weren’t able to see their mother alive one last time.

  “I know y’all had a long way to drive, its ok Joe,” she sniffled.

  “No it’s not ok; somebody should have been here for y’all. You would think that little bitch of a niece of mine would have at least tried to help,” he fumed.

  “Wait just a damn minute. I know y’all ain’t trying to blame Granny’s death on me! And who you calling a bitch?” Sonnet yelled.

  “Ma’am can you please lower your voice?” asked one of the nurses.

  “Bitch, I didn’t stutter. You heard me right!” Uncle Joe grimaced as he stood from his seat.

  “Joe please! That’s not necessary, it won’t solve anything. It’s not gonna bring momma back,” Aunt Rita pleaded as she attempted to stop him from causing a scene.

  “Naw let him speak his mind Aunt Rita!” Sonnet replied.

  “Please everyone calm down. I’m going to have to call security,” the nurse stressed.

  “He’s right it is your fault! I can’t stand yo’ ass,” Aviare chimed in.

  “Nigga who the hell do you think you talking to? I will slap the black off of you. Yo’ ass done got just a little bit too grown!”

  “You ain’t gon’ touch that boy, you hear me!” Uncle Joe warned as he stood between Sonnet and Aviare.

  “Or what? Get yo old ass out my damn face! You don’t run me. I’m talking to my brother and this ain’t got shit to do with you,” Sonnet yelled and attempted to push him out of the way.

  CRACK!

  Uncle Joe backhanded Sonnet so hard that she flew into the soda machine. She grabbed her face and looked at him in disbelief. An elderly white couple in the waiting area nervously backed out of the room while the rest of the onlookers shook their heads and talked amongst themselves.

  “Yea, where is all that mouth at now?” Uncle
Joe yelled.

  “Joe please stop it!” Maven begged.

  “Naw Maven that shit was long overdue. You took them kids in and raised them like your own children. She needs to learn some damn respect! She can hoe her ass all over town but ain’t got one damn minute for her family! Little spoiled ass! You ran up on the wrong one today, didn’t you bitch? Run up on me again, niece or no niece imma dot that eye the next time.”

  “Fuck you!” Sonnet snarled. She snatched away as one of the nurses tried to help her to her feet.

  Before Joe could get out another word two armed security guards pulled his arms behind his back and escorted him out of the room with Aunt Rita and Aviare following behind them.

  “Y’all trying to blame me! If anything y’all need to be trying to sue the damn city. How is this my fault? Y’all know I hardly ever answer my phone for y’all. Hell I would never had a life if I jumped every time y’all rang!”

  Sonnet straightened her clothes before picking up the scattered belongings from her purse.

  Aintee Maven sat sobbing uncontrollably as she listened to Sonnet justify every reason why she couldn’t be bothered with her, Granny and Aviare and none of it made any sense. She wouldn’t let any of the other family members get a word in edgewise. As far as she was concerned she was done arguing about the subject, not to mention the fact that the hospital had instructed them they all had to leave because they were causing a disturbance.

  On the way out of the hospital Sonnet passed Uncle Joe and the officers in the hallway.

  “You betta hope I don’t press charges! My man is an attorney and he will have yo’ ass under the jail,” Sonnet tormented.