coming from.
I walk in the office to see some tired looking ass nickel and dime dealer sitting in front of the desk. He reeked of cheap whiskey, sex, and cigarette smoke, he glanced at me for a second then averted his gaze back to Legacy.
"Look you gotta take that shit somewhere else bruh. I got new workers to go into that territory as we speak," he replied.
"Besides your weak ass product ain't selling no way, my baby and his crew got that good work that'll keep them and you running back," I added sitting on the edge of the desk.
"Who the fuck-"
"Watch ya tone homie, you got the wrong one," Legz cut him off. "Now you either vacate the trap on ya own or my boys can move ya. The choice is yours," he said.
"Who in the hell thought it was wise to give you any position of power around here?" he asked smugly.
"Killa. Chino. Whoever intimidates you niggas the most around here," he replied leaning back in his seat.
I smirked at the smug expression on the guy’s face as he mumbled a few curse words under his breath before rising from his seat. One thing I can say is that I always admired about my father and brother, is that they put fear in anybody's heart even if they weren't present and they were very well respected all over Louisiana 'specially in the Northeast. Vinny led the guy out of the office and out the front door leaving Legacy and I alone.
"You wanna tell me why you decided to barge in on my conversation just now?" he eyed me.
"Don't try to act like you no damn boss Legacy. I heard that loud ass conversation upstairs so I came in. Is that a problem now?" I asked raising my brow.
He chuckled lightly as he stood up from his seat and towered over me. He had on a white beater that clung to his muscular chest and showed off the tattoos that covered each of his strong arms. My eyes traveled back up to his face as he stared at me with those intense icy blue eyes that could see through to your soul.
Being African American, Caucasian, and Spanish, Legacy had the most amazing exotic features known to man. With his coal black hair that he kept in a fresh taper with his deep sea waves, his smooth tanned caramel skin, those deep dimples in his cheeks, his full plump lips that sheltered his perfect white smile; he was definitely the type to turn several heads, but bitches knew that Legacy was mine. Not that it stopped them from trying to get him, but still they knew he would never leave me for them no matter how fine they were or how good their pussy/head game was; Legacy Martinez was mine.
"I may not be a boss to you baby girl, but I’m a boss to somebody," he smirked leaning towards me.
"You were put in control of things darling that doesn't make you a boss. Nice try though boo," I smiled patting the side of his face.
"I’m the boss of you tho." He smirked pulling me close to him as he palmed my ass.
"You think you're the boss of me, but you don't own me Legz," I replied.
"That may be true, but I can make yo' ass feel some type of way," he smirked biting his lip.
I swear every time he does that I get wetter than a running faucet. My mind goes completely blank as his lips attack my neck and a series of soft moans escape my throat. He makes it so hard to have an attitude or put him in his place when his tongue trails from my neck down to the exposed portion of my chest. His fingers tug at the string on my robe until he gets it open revealing my naked body.
His hands grope and his lips kiss every exposed part of my body causing more moans to escape my mouth as he lays me back on his desk.
"I may not own you, but I'm the only man allowed to touch and have you like this," he mumbles against my breast as his hands roam between my thighs.
"Fuck," I moan as he inserted two fingers inside of me.
"That's right Khy. You're mine. This is mine. Nobody can have you or this, but me." He growled before crashing his lips into mine.
He
I walk in the office to see some tired looking ass nickel and dime dealer sitting in front of the desk. He reeked of cheap whiskey, sex, and cigarette smoke, he glanced at me for a second then averted his gaze back to Legacy.
"Look you gotta take that shit somewhere else bruh. I got new workers to go into that territory as we speak," he replied.
"Besides your weak ass product ain't selling no way, my baby and his crew got that good work that'll keep them and you running back," I added sitting on the edge of the desk.
"Who the fuck-"
"Watch ya tone homie, you got the wrong one," Legz cut him off. "Now you either vacate the trap on ya own or my boys can move ya. The choice is yours," he said.
"Who in the hell thought it was wise to give you any position of power around here?" he asked smugly.
"Killa. Chino. Whoever intimidates you niggas the most around here," he replied leaning back in his seat.
I smirked at the smug expression on the guy’s face as he mumbled a few curse words under his breath before rising from his seat. One thing I can say is that I always admired about my father and brother, is that they put fear in anybody's heart even if they weren't present and they were very well respected all over Louisiana 'specially in the Northeast. Vinny led the guy out of the office and out the front door leaving Legacy and I alone.
"You wanna tell me why you decided to barge in on my conversation just now?" he eyed me.
"Don't try to act like you no damn boss Legacy. I heard that loud ass conversation upstairs so I came in. Is that a problem now?" I asked raising my brow.
He chuckled lightly as he stood up from his seat and towered over me. He had on a white beater that clung to his muscular chest and showed off the tattoos that covered each of his strong arms. My eyes traveled back up to his face as he stared at me with those intense icy blue eyes that could see through to your soul.
Being African American, Caucasian, and Spanish, Legacy had the most amazing exotic features known to man. With his coal black hair that he kept in a fresh taper with his deep sea waves, his smooth tanned caramel skin, those deep dimples in his cheeks, his full plump lips that sheltered his perfect white smile; he was definitely the type to turn several heads, but bitches knew that Legacy was mine. Not that it stopped them from trying to get him, but still they knew he would never leave me for them no matter how fine they were or how good their pussy/head game was; Legacy Martinez was mine.
"I may not be a boss to you baby girl, but I’m a boss to somebody," he smirked leaning towards me.
"You were put in control of things darling that doesn't make you a boss. Nice try though boo," I smiled patting the side of his face.
"I’m the boss of you tho." He smirked pulling me close to him as he palmed my ass.
"You think you're the boss of me, but you don't own me Legz," I replied.
"That may be true, but I can make yo' ass feel some type of way," he smirked biting his lip.
I swear every time he does that I get wetter than a running faucet. My mind goes completely blank as his lips attack my neck and a series of soft moans escape my throat. He makes it so hard to have an attitude or put him in his place when his tongue trails from my neck down to the exposed portion of my chest. His fingers tug at the string on my robe until he gets it open revealing my naked body.
His hands grope and his lips kiss every exposed part of my body causing more moans to escape my mouth as he lays me back on his desk.
"I may not own you, but I'm the only man allowed to touch and have you like this," he mumbles against my breast as his hands roam between my thighs.
"Fuck," I moan as he inserted two fingers inside of me.
"That's right Khy. You're mine. This is mine. Nobody can have you or this, but me." He growled before crashing his lips into mine.
He
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