away from me.”
“I promise, baby. I love you, Lana.”
“I love you, my World.”
Duke slipped out of bed, stretched his arms wide, and embraced the morning sun. He had always been an early bird, a habit
he acquired from his days on the block. Duke was the type of hustler who worked harder, not smarter. His strength lay in his
endurance, not in his swiftness. A good trait for a soldier, but Duke wanted to be the general.
His mind went back to his conversation the night before with Young World. It had been a week since their meeting with Ceylon,
and Young World had been on his grind trying to meet the deadline. World had told Duke that he was going to see Roc, and of
course, he was in charge during his absence.
“Yo, Duke, stay sucka-free,” he added because he knew Duke’s love for drama.
Duke was a live wire for gunplay, which was the main reason Young World had cliqued up with him back in the day. Once World’s
man Jazz had been murdered, it was only right that Duke fill the position. But Duke wasn’t content being the man next to the
man. He wanted to be that nigga.
He glanced down at the two naked white girls in his bed and his mouth twisted in a wicked grin as he remembered the lusty
episode from last night. Duke had a thing for young girls and he found out that white women were real loose with black dick.
The two sleeping seventeen-year-olds were no exception. He had pumped them full of “E,” then pumped them full of his “D,”
and with his adrenaline pumping for what lay ahead, his bone hardened on the spot.
Both girls were blondes from their heads down to their pubic hairs, which turned Duke on. He slipped his fingers between the
legs of the shorter of the two, who had been sleeping on her stomach, and slid inside her forcefully, waking her up with one
pounding thrust.
“Arrrrgghhh!” she groaned in shock, trying to squirm from under Duke’s thug fuck. He pinned her wrists to the bed and spread
her legs wider until she was spread-eagled on her belly. All the moaning and shouting woke her friend from her slumber. She
opened her eyes and caught sight of Duke’s long black dick sliding in and out of her friend and it made her horny.
“Oh, Duke! Duuuuuke!” the first girl groaned, loving the muscle Duke was running up in her.
He felt the buildup in his balls and pulled out just in time to gag her friend’s throat with his load.
“Good morning to you, too, daddy,” the shorter blonde cooed, rolling off her stomach, sore and satisfied.
Duke used her shirt to clean himself off.
“Y’all gotta get goin’, yo. I got shit to do.”
Duke headed for the bathroom to clean up. After his shower, he dressed in his favorite Carolina blue Roccawear velour suit
and Carolina blue Jordans. He headed for the kitchen and found that the girls were gone. He fixed himself breakfast like they
usually did. They were at his beck and call, and because they lived in the same condominium complex, he had easy access to
their favors.
Duke sat down to his omelette and turkey sausage and mentally planned his day. For him, it was the most important day of his
life. His idea had been on the back burner for quite a while. So as soon as World said he was going out of town, Duke knew
the time had come. He figured if he pulled it off as he planned, they could easily double distribution in one day.
He was going to have Roll killed.
Roll controlled major spots in New Jersey, and Duke believed if you killed the head the body would die. Besides, if Young
World was afraid of an all-out war, this was the perfect solution.
If he could pull off the murder.
Roll wasn’t someone to fuck with. He had been in the game for years, so he was sharp and always on point. He kept no pattern
that could be used fatally against him, so he wasn’t an easy target. But Duke felt confident in his plan. His greed told him
that if he killed Roll, then all that was Roll’s would be his. Then World
“I promise, baby. I love you, Lana.”
“I love you, my World.”
Duke slipped out of bed, stretched his arms wide, and embraced the morning sun. He had always been an early bird, a habit
he acquired from his days on the block. Duke was the type of hustler who worked harder, not smarter. His strength lay in his
endurance, not in his swiftness. A good trait for a soldier, but Duke wanted to be the general.
His mind went back to his conversation the night before with Young World. It had been a week since their meeting with Ceylon,
and Young World had been on his grind trying to meet the deadline. World had told Duke that he was going to see Roc, and of
course, he was in charge during his absence.
“Yo, Duke, stay sucka-free,” he added because he knew Duke’s love for drama.
Duke was a live wire for gunplay, which was the main reason Young World had cliqued up with him back in the day. Once World’s
man Jazz had been murdered, it was only right that Duke fill the position. But Duke wasn’t content being the man next to the
man. He wanted to be that nigga.
He glanced down at the two naked white girls in his bed and his mouth twisted in a wicked grin as he remembered the lusty
episode from last night. Duke had a thing for young girls and he found out that white women were real loose with black dick.
The two sleeping seventeen-year-olds were no exception. He had pumped them full of “E,” then pumped them full of his “D,”
and with his adrenaline pumping for what lay ahead, his bone hardened on the spot.
Both girls were blondes from their heads down to their pubic hairs, which turned Duke on. He slipped his fingers between the
legs of the shorter of the two, who had been sleeping on her stomach, and slid inside her forcefully, waking her up with one
pounding thrust.
“Arrrrgghhh!” she groaned in shock, trying to squirm from under Duke’s thug fuck. He pinned her wrists to the bed and spread
her legs wider until she was spread-eagled on her belly. All the moaning and shouting woke her friend from her slumber. She
opened her eyes and caught sight of Duke’s long black dick sliding in and out of her friend and it made her horny.
“Oh, Duke! Duuuuuke!” the first girl groaned, loving the muscle Duke was running up in her.
He felt the buildup in his balls and pulled out just in time to gag her friend’s throat with his load.
“Good morning to you, too, daddy,” the shorter blonde cooed, rolling off her stomach, sore and satisfied.
Duke used her shirt to clean himself off.
“Y’all gotta get goin’, yo. I got shit to do.”
Duke headed for the bathroom to clean up. After his shower, he dressed in his favorite Carolina blue Roccawear velour suit
and Carolina blue Jordans. He headed for the kitchen and found that the girls were gone. He fixed himself breakfast like they
usually did. They were at his beck and call, and because they lived in the same condominium complex, he had easy access to
their favors.
Duke sat down to his omelette and turkey sausage and mentally planned his day. For him, it was the most important day of his
life. His idea had been on the back burner for quite a while. So as soon as World said he was going out of town, Duke knew
the time had come. He figured if he pulled it off as he planned, they could easily double distribution in one day.
He was going to have Roll killed.
Roll controlled major spots in New Jersey, and Duke believed if you killed the head the body would die. Besides, if Young
World was afraid of an all-out war, this was the perfect solution.
If he could pull off the murder.
Roll wasn’t someone to fuck with. He had been in the game for years, so he was sharp and always on point. He kept no pattern
that could be used fatally against him, so he wasn’t an easy target. But Duke felt confident in his plan. His greed told him
that if he killed Roll, then all that was Roll’s would be his. Then World
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