Finessed a Dope Boy's Heart

by Racquel Williams

Genres: Urban Fantasy

Synopsis

Mika works in law enforcement and is married to one of the most distinguished detectives on the police
force. While everything looks good on the outside, Mika’s home life is anything but normal.
With a controlling, two-timing husband, she buries herself into her career. She soon crosses paths with Jakeel, an
ex-con fresh out of prison. The jovial jailbird piques her interest, and Mika soon forgets that there are certain lines
you just don’t cross. Playing a risky game, she finds herself in a very dangerous situation, playing with two men on
opposite sides of the law. Can Mika walk away, or will she make a move that could lead to murder and mayhem in
her once quiet life?

Release date: August 25, 2020

Publisher: Urban Books

Print pages: 288

Sample

Three Days Earlier Friday Morning

“Inmate Greene, to R&D. Inmate Greene to R&D,” the bitch hollered over the intercom.

I grabbed my things and ran out of the unit. I was well on my way through the compound when a few of my niggas stopped me to wish me well and tell me to make sure I didn’t forget about them.

“A’ight, homie. Make sure you fuck plenty’a bitches and send me them videos, bra,” my nigga Rell said as we exchanged dap.

“Last call for Inmate Greene. Jakeel Greene, report to R&D.”

I grabbed my two manila envelopes, along with the shower bag that contained the few pieces of clothes that I owned. Then I started jogging until I got to the building.

“What were you doing? You must not want to go home,” the old CO, Miss Betty, said as she shot me a dirty look.

I wanted to tell that bitch to suck my dick, but instead, I just looked at her and shook my head. FCI Beckley had been my home for the last seven years. The Feds knocked me off with a burner and a few ounces of crack. The bullshit lawyer I had told me it was better for me to cop out instead of going to trial against the Feds. My dumb ass thought I was getting about three to five years. Instead, the judge gave me seven fucking years. I could’ve walked a year and a half ago, but I caught a few shots that pushed my time back.

I tried to get into the drug program, but because of my previous gun charge, I wasn’t eligible. So I manned up and played the hand that I was dealt.

“Here go your bus ticket and a stipend of $200. You’re to check in with your probation officer in the Atlanta office at 9:00, Monday morning. Good luck out there.”

“A’ight,” I said, keeping it short and sweet. I wasn’t tryin’a stay in this bitch no longer than I had already. And I damned sure wasn’t tryin’a give they asses no reason to put me back in that damn cage. I ain’t even chuck her ass the deuces. The way these muthafuckas was, they would accuse a nigga of throwing up some kinda gang sign.

I followed the dude outside to the car. He was taking three other niggas and me to the bus station. The air was crisp, clear, and the sky was blue. I stopped for a moment just to get a whiff of the fresh air. This seemed unreal. It felt good but strange at the same time. I turned around and took one last look at the high barbed wired building. Fuck these crackers. I ain’t coming back.

This was what freedom felt like after years of being locked up. I paid attention to everything that we drove past. I was like a kid in a candy store. I was eager to reach the station so that I could be away from any and everything that was related to that damn place.

Minutes later, my wish was granted as we pulled into the bus station. I looked to see if I spotted Shontelle. She told me she would be driving a black Dodge Charger.

I got out of the car and looked around. I felt out of place like everyone was staring at me. I tried not to stare back. It was brick outside, so I decide to walk into the Greyhound Bus Station.

“Keel, Keel,” I heard someone yell.

I stopped and looked behind me to see who it was in case somebody I ain’t wanna see had caught wind that I was getting out today. I was relieved to know that it was Shontelle running toward me full speed. She ran straight into my arms.

“What’s good, shorty?”

She grabbed my head and started kissing me passionately. I hugged her tightly and cupped her ass, bringing her closer to me. It felt good to be able to be this close to a female. My dick started to get hard as she pressed up against it. Shit, we needed to get out of here.

“Come on, shorty. Let’s get the fuck up outta here.”

“Sorry. I’m just happy to see you, baby,” she said, smiling from ear to ear. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that she missed a nigga.

“Same here, love.” I smiled down at her in return, happy that somebody out here gave a damn about me. We held hands while we walked over to the parking lot where she was parked.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off Shontelle’s hips and the way they swung from side to side. See, Shontelle was my main bitch before I caught my case. She wasn’t the only bitch I was fucking but definitely the only bitch that I could say I loved. She’d gained some weight while I was gone, but it made her sexier. I couldn’t wait to get to the crib so that I could suck and beat the pussy up. Shit, more like punish the pussy.

“Oh shit, this pussy is so good, bae,” I panted as I tried to catch my breath while I fucked Shontelle doggie style.

“Daddy, this your pussy,” she said in between moans.

I grabbed her hips tighter as I thrust deeper into her guts. I was famished. It’d been years since I had a piece of ass. All I’d known was my palm and some lotion. This was different. It was wet and tight, gripping my dick. I was in straight beast mode. I closed my eyes, trying to savor the moment. I tried my best not to focus on what I was doing, hoping I wouldn’t bust too quickly, but I couldn’t hold it any longer. My veins started getting bigger, and I felt like my head was about to explode.

“Damn, you tearing out my pussy,” she cried out. Shit, just a minute ago, she was bouncing around on the dick. Now, she was crying for help. I paid her no mind. I knew how Shontelle was. Even when the dick was good, she still cried out.

“Fuck! Fuck! Damn! Maaan.” I exploded inside her pussy.

I pulled my limp dick out and fell on the bed. I was exhausted and tired, so I just lay there.

“Damn, Keel, you didn’t have to fuck me this hard.”

“I’m sorry, bae. I thought you were loving it.”

“Boy, fuck you. You know I ain’t been fucking nothing since you been gone, so my shit hurts like hell.” She pouted and got off the bed. Looking at her fine, sexy body made me want to go a second round, but I wasn’t a fool. I needed to get my energy back up first.

I sat up and lit a cigarette. This was like heaven. Just got my first piece of ass and now smoking a Newport. I wished I could hit the weed, but I had to see my probation officer Monday morning. I wasn’t trying to give her no dirty piss, so this Newport would have to do. It was better than what I had in lockup, so I wasn’t gonna complain. And since I sure as hell wasn’t tryin’a go back to that hellhole, I wasn’t tryin’a test shit ’round here. At least, not until I felt this probation officer out.

I was up bright and early the next morning. In the pen, we had to be up at 5:00 a.m., booted and suited. You didn’t want to get caught slipping if a fight popped off. After I took a shower, I got dressed. First things first, I needed to get me a cell and then hit up the mall. When I got torn off, I had a few dollars at my mama’s crib. I needed to go over there and grab that.

“Aye, babes, what’s your plan for today?” I asked Shontelle, looking over my shoulder at her in the bed. She was laid up with her face resting in her hand, watching me get dressed.

“I thought we were just going to chill.” She shot me a dirty look.

“I mean, we can chill later. But I ain’t got shit but this bullshit-ass prison gear. I need to go see my mama and them first, then hit up the mall.”

“So you want me to take you? I got to be at the shop by ten.”

“Nah, I was hoping you’ll let me drop you off.”

“Drop me off? So you can have your bitches all up in my shit?” She hopped up like the suggestion had really offended her. Standing there, butt-ass naked, she put her hands on her waist.

“Man, come on with that bullshit, babes. That was seven years ago. I told you I’ve changed. I’m no longer on no bullshit with you. Babes, it’s just us.”

“Uh-huh, niggas say anything when they locked up. I pray to God you changed your ways ’cause I’m not dealing with you and these hoes any longer. I was the only one that was making those long-ass trips and faithfully making sure money was on your books. I’m warning you, Keel. You better stay away from these bitches.”

“Babes, you worrying over nothing. I ain’t trippin’ off none of these hoes out here.”

She shot me a look and walked off. I knew I was a dog back in the day. Yeah, I done fucked multiple bitches. I can’t say I’ma be faithful, ’cause I ain’t never been the type of nigga to fuck only one bitch. I was a nigga that made money, and with that, the bitches were known to come around, making it hard just to fuck one bitch. But like I told shorty, I’m a changed man. I chuckled to myself, ’cause who I was fooling? I was still that nigga deep down inside, but out of respect for Shontelle and the way she held me down, I was at least gon’ try not to let the shit get back to her about what I was gon’ be doin’ out here in these streets . . . eventually.

It felt weird driving after all these years, but like the old heads used to say, “Once you learn to drive, you can’t ever forget.” I dropped Shontelle off at work and headed to my mama’s house, where I pulled up into the driveway and walked to the door. I rang the doorbell and waited.

“Who is it?” I heard my mama yell.

“It’s your baby boy,” I yelled back.

The door flew open, and Mama rushed out to greet me. “Boy, I thought I was going to do a pop up on yo’ ass. You been home since yesterday, and I’m just now seeing you.” She hugged me with everything in her little frame.

“You know I was coming, but I had to spend some quality time with my girl.”

“Come on, let’s go inside. Your sister is at work. You know she’s going to be upset that she wasn’t here.”

“I’ll get up with her later. So what’s good, Mama? How you doing?”

“I’m doing okay. Happy that you’re home. I can finally rest well at night. You still messing with that same bitch?”

“Ma, chill out. You know I love Shontelle.”

“That bitch is bad news. I told you that from the first day you brought her around. I can’t tell you who to mess with, but don’t trust that bitch. I heard she was messing around out here. I hope you using protection before you run up in her.”

“Ma, chill out. Shorty ain’t messing wit’ no other nigga. People just be spreading lies, trying to put that girl down.”

“Hmmm. I hear you, and I see she got your nose wide open. You’re my son, and best believe, if that bitch ever do anything to you, I’ma be there with my old ass.”

I had to laugh ’cause she was dead-ass serious too. Ma ain’t never like Shontelle from the beginning. She said she was around ’cause I had money. That might’ve been true. But shorty had been there these seven years, more than most of my family, and for that alone, I’m loyal to her.

“What’s that smell, Ma?” I walked off to the kitchen.

I was trying to cut the conversation short about Shontelle. I concluded that my girl and my mother would never be cool, and honestly, as long as they didn’t disrespect each other, we were good.

“I got some beef stew in the crockpot. It’s almost finished.”

“Oh yeah, I need some of that.” This was one of the things I missed most—my mama’s cooking.

After we ate, we sat there, talking for a little while. Mama still had the safe, so I popped it open. When I got locked up, there was a little over twenty-five grand in there. Now, it was only ten grand. I was kind of salty ’cause Mama didn’t tell me she used any of my money. I started to say something, but I decided not to. I just grabbed the ten stacks, kissed Mama on the cheek, and left.

I was tight as fuck, though. I was hoping to get back on with some of the money. With only ten grand, there wasn’t much that I could really do. Shit, I needed clothes, among other shit, and this was just barely about to cover them.

I spent about three grand at the mall. Got me a brand-new phone, which I had no idea how to work, copped me two pairs of Jays, and the rest was spent on clothes, drawers, and socks.

I pulled in at my homie Jay’s auto body shop. See, Jay and I used to run back in the day. Only thing was, he was smart. He made money and got out, using the drug money to start his business. Now, he was running a legit business that the cops couldn’t touch. I’d heard that he had even gotten a contract detailing some of the cops’ cars. Now, that was some boss shit. We spoke quite a few times over the phone while I was locked up. I was definitely proud of the big homie.

When I parked, I took a minute to look around at how my nigga was really out here, getting down. I couldn’t believe that he had employees and shit. Finally, I got out of the car and entered the shop. I spotted Jay sitting down by the counter.

“Oh, hell nah. This can’t be my nigga.” He jumped up and rushed toward me.

“What’s good, fam?” We exchanged dap and embraced. “Nigga, I knew yo’ days was winding down, but I didn’t know you was out.”

“I just got out yesterday, fam. I like this.” I took a quick glance around his shop.

“Shit, you know a nigga got to make it one way or the other. But, nigga, fuck all that. How it feel to be free?”

“Shit, it feel good as fuck. Still trying to adjust to being a free man.”

He sat down, and I took a seat across from him.

“Shit, nigga. It’ll take a minute, but you good. First, you need to get you some pussy, then get back to the money.”

“Shit, you late. I wasted no time in tearing up Shontelle’s fine ass.”

“Oh, man, I thought you and shorty was done. Nigga, you need to find you some new hoes.” He busted out laughing.

“Well, you know that’s a must, but for now, she’s the only one that rocked wit’ a nigga, so I made sure that she was the one that got this work first. But even when I get some new bitches on the squad, shorty still goin’ be my main bitch.”

“I hear you, homie. I hear you. Well, fuck all that. It’s the weekend. You tryin’a get up in the club? Let’s celebrate, nigga.”

“Hell yeah, dawg. Shit, I just copped some new gear, so you know I’m ready to jump out there.”

“Shit, let’s make it happen then, nigga,” he said. I handed his ass my phone so that he could lock his number in that shit. I ain’t wanna hear him talkin’ shit about me, because I wasn’t able to work that new technology shit that they had out.

A customer walked in right when he handed me my shit back, so we exchanged dap, and I bounced. It was good seeing my nigga. He was one of the few solid niggas still left out in these streets. The rest of these niggas were either straight pussies or bitches. Shit had definitely changed since I left the streets. Most of the solid niggas were either dead or locked up.

I glanced at the time. It was 6:00 p.m., so I made my way to Shontelle’s shop. I swear I just got home and wasn’t in no mood to hear her mouth already. After talking to Mama and then to Jay, I couldn’t help but wonder. I knew Shontelle said she was faithful to me the entire time, but each time her name got mentioned, it wasn’t in a good way. Was she telling the truth? Or was she another bitch out here, fucking and sucking on the next nigga?

Niggas could be the biggest hoes out here in these streets, but always screaming they wanted a real bitch. When I was younger, I was that real bitch. I was rolling with this nigga Jakeel, helping him make runs up top every two weeks. I helped him count his money and held his gun whenever the police were around. See, I thought I was playing my position as his wifey. That was . . . until bitches started showing up left and right, claiming they were fucking around. One bitch went as far as claiming she was pregnant by him. Of course, he denied the bitch and the baby. I almost had a mental breakdown ’cause he was my first love, the first nigga I fucked. But being the only nigga to get this pussy didn’t stop him from slanging dick all over Decatur.

I should’ve left him, but I was only 18 and was young, dumb, and full of come. So I took his word fo. . .