Hiyaaa Its Me Again And Im With Ch.5 And Im Soo Excited For Yall To Read This, Shit Is About To Go Down(in

Hiyaaa it’s me again and I’m with Ch.5 and I’m soo excited for y’all to read this, shit is about to go down(in a good way and maybe a little bad too 👀) but I can’t believe I made this far, I never thought I would be a writer being a long time reader, but I’m also ready to write to ch.6 (👀), so y’all have fun reading this chapter as much I wrote this, and thank you for taking the time to read this love story.

Summary: It’s the Fourth of July weekend and boy are you happy to spend some time with your boys but with your momma being there it will still be a fun time, and with the pigs crashing the party nothing bad will happen (right?)

Warings: afab-reader, n-word usage, cursing, inter action w/ police, talk of police brutality (one scene) kissing, smut, blowjob, fingering, squirting, unprotected p-in v, missionary, cum-eating, doggystyle (I think that’s all, lmk if I miss anything 💕)

Wordcount: 4.3k mdni! (18+) happy reading!!

This takes place in episode 5

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Opening your eyes to look at your light pink curtains blowing in the breeze of your room, stretching above your head, feeling your bones shake uncontrollably, slowing rising up you pull off the covers, you stand on your tippy toes getting a full body stretch still feeling sleepy, a yawn comes out, walking out of your room in to the bathroom, you brush your teeth and wash your face, then you do your business, walking out to see your momma making something “Good morning momma, what’cha makin’?” your momma turns around “Good morning baby, and I’m makin’ mac n’ cheese, oh also I bought some chocolate chip cookies, so you can bring that.” you can’t believe your momma is actually coming with you, definitely cramping your style but can you still talk to your friends? “Hey momma I have a question for you?” “Yes baby.” “You think I can still talk to Frankie, Lee, and Kev?” your momma stops at her layering and turns to look at you, her eyes shift down and back at you “Yes you can, only because it’s gonna be at Jerome’s but don’t have to be all day thing okay.” you nod your head “Thank you momma, I’ll try to keep it short when we’re at the party.” your momma returns back to her layering, you hear your stomach growling, you walk to the fridge to see your leftover spaghetti, you grab the container out setting it on the counter, you grab a plate and setting it down next to the container, getting a healthy amount of what you want and warming it up in the microwave, you take a seat at the table waiting for you food, your see your momma taking the aluminum foil and wrapping it around the dish and putting it in the oven and shutting it close “Okay just two hours in there and then it should be done.” the beeper goes off grabbing the steaming plate and setting it down and start eating your food. Feeling satisfied, when you're done you wash your plate and set it on the drying rack “Did you wanna watch so tv momma?” Your momma nods her head and starts walking to the living room and taking a seat, you walk next to her, your momma turns to the tv seeing good time’s playing on the screen, you relax on the couch, basking in this little moment with your momma.

Eventually you both hear the timer go off, your momma gets up to check on the food “Mhmm now that’s what you call mac n’ cheese, now just a few minutes in the broiler and it’s done, hey lexi why don’t you get dress this is about to be done sweetie.” you rise up from the coach to walk to your room closing the door. You change into a yellow t-shirt and some shorts, you put your socks and shoes on, you walk to your mirror taking off your bonnet off, grabbing your pick and combing it threw your hair, forming in a perfect circle, when your done, you walk to your back-pack opening the front pocket to see your necklace you put it on, tucking it under your shirt walking out of your room seeing your momma dress in a blue blouse and some pants and platform shoes, she’s covering the pan with top, walking to grab a large cloth for her hands, you walk into the kitchen to grab a plastic a container for the cookies layering them in a circle and closing the top “You ready Lexi?” “Yeah momma, let’s go.”

Your momma locks the front door and starts walking the steps you start to follow her on the inside of the sidewalk towards to Jerome and Louie house, hearing a rap music on the corner, seeing fellow blacks folks dancing and laughing with red cups in their hands, some folks playing dominos the kids running in and out of the house, Jerome walks out his house with a loud speaker telling Kev to move his shit out of the way, a woman walks up to your momma asking the take the food from her and wanting to setting on the table for everybody you momma turns to you “Go have fun baby, I’m gonna see to find you a new daddy.” She starts laughing and starts walking to some man in a fedora hat, you walk closer to the house, seeing Frankie talking to Melody asking about the bread pudding she had, you see Frankie turn to see you and giving back to Melody and starts walking up to you, he gives a hug feeling his strong arms touching you, he leans in, but you stop him “My momma is here so we can’t.” a small frown on his face and steps back to see if your momma is looking, thankfully she’s not “Hey let me take these from you, also Kev and Lee are here too.” Melody starts to walk up to you both “Hey Franklin, maybe I can see you later after the party huh?” you see her puffing up her chest, her eyes looking at him ‘Oh fuck no’ in your mind, you walk inbetween him, looking her in eyes “You back the fuck from him.” Melody eyes looking straight at you “Fine get my sloppy second then.” Balling your fist tightly, ready to deck this bitch on the ground “Mel you need to leave I don’t need you here, startin’ shit.” you smile at her “You heard him Melody leave.” you put your hand out telling her to move it, Melody looking timid walking back to her house, putting her head down holding hard ass brick pudding.

Frankie touches your arm “Come with to set these cookies Kev and Lee are here too.” you waved at a couple of your neighbors, everyone was in good spirits, seeing Cissy on the grill and dancing with Louie for a man “You hungry baby?” shaking your head no “I had spaghetti this morning so I’m full from that.” you hear Cissy say ‘Hell no’ and walking up to Frankie’s father . Frankie follows behind his mother “Mama hold up.” you stay back at the table not wanting your momma see you in the saint drama, you walk up the steps Lee and Kev talking to each other “Hey y’all.” “Ayeee Lexi!” coming from both of them “When did you get here?” coming from Kev “I just got here actually, but my momma is here with me.” “That’s cool. Did your mama make her mac n’ cheese too?” Lee said “She did and I made some cookies too.” they both starting laughing “Lexi I know you didn’t make any cookies, you know your ass can’t cook.” Lee is busting out laughing, running away almost from you both, you lightly punch at Kev “Oh yeah Kev and when was the last time you made something huh.” seeing Cissy walking up the house “Jerome, get your crazy ass down from there.” hearing Jerome voice coming from the roof “Now Cissy, look I’m just gettin started up here.” Hearing his lighter going off, thinking Jerome is about to light off some fireworks

Frankie walks up the steps, he dabs up Lee a Kev and gives you a hug at the end, you look at him “Hey you good?” “Yeah I am.” not wanting to put any pressure on him and nodded “Aye man we need to talk.”Lee said “What’s up.” “Kev wants in, and just hear the man out. I don’t need a damn thing” “I’m just tryin’ to keep this shit low-key.” He sighs “Look, all I’m saying is strength in numbers.” Lee points at all of you “And if you ask me, we already one nigga over capacity.” Lee looks in-shock “And what about Lexi huh ain’t she one nigga over capacity?” You look at lee “What the fuck Leon.” He puts a hand on Lee's shoulder “Lexi here she told me from the beginning that she wants to be in this and so she doesn’t count and since she’s my girl I want her in this now, next to me and if those fools get outta pocket I’m-a handle it. But until then it’s still a straight up ‘if.” Lee looking perplexed “Hey look JJ’s dead.” Kev perks up “Wait a sec? What?” “One of Karvel’s boys, got lit up this morning both him and his girl. Shit could’ve gone down a number of ways.” you all walk down the steps to be interrupted by Frankie’s father “You cats mind?”

Frankie follows his father to have a conversation.

You know you shouldn’t be ear-hustlin’ to them, but you couldn’t help it. Hearing that Frankie bailed his out of jail this morning and knowing that he could never pay him back, Frankie looking fed up with his sob story and telling his father to ‘Shut the fuck up.’ and his father couldn’t believe his and repeated the word and frankie nods his head “Yeah man just shut the fuck, huh I don’t need your sorry. I don’t need to hear any of that shit.” your eyes are on frankie now and his father says “Sorry? What the fuck I got be sorry for….all I’ve ever wanted to do was be my own man, And I couldn’t be ashamed of that if I wanted to.” Frankie eyes looking at his father not breaking eye contact “I’ve got new for you what you. What you are ain’t no fuckin’ man!” “Okay and you would know that it?… Shit. You ain’t gotta fuckin’ clue. Cause if you did, then why’d you come lookin’ for me?” Frankie puts his head down, then a loud bang starts going off everyone looks up at the commotion, causing Jerome to back away from the fireworks and then falling off the roof, you turn to look at Frankie, seeing him coming towards you “Hey you okay?” “Yeah, just Jerome scared me with them damn fireworks.” your momma coming towards you as well “What are you doing with him Alexia?” Frankie speaks up first “Mrs. Johnson Lexi was just scared of the fireworks and I just wanted to see if she was okay.” you nod your head “He’s right momma. It just scared me little momma.” Frankie nods his head and starts walking towards Lee and Kev “Come on baby, let’s go grab a plate and and can you make a plate for us for later.” Momma said “Of course momma.”

A few hours later

The moon is shining on you, looking at the moon seeing how beautifully large it is. You feel a hand on your waist pulling you closer turning to see your Frankie “What’cha lookin’ at?” “The moon, don’t you think she look so pretty.” Frankie giggles “What’cha you think the moon is a girl Lexi.” “Why not? I think the moon is girl and you could be my sun.” “Mhmm you do shine in the moonlight.” You smile and putting your head down, he lifts your chin up to softly kiss you, his full gracefully touching you, his bites your lip, you put your hand on his shoulders slowly pushing him away “My momma is still here. You can’t be actin’ like this.” He pouts, pushing his lips out, you kiss him “Look at you mhmm you said we need to stop.” He pulls away smirking down at you “ haven’t told you yet but you look pretty today.” Your roll your eyes “Thank you Frankie.” Two cop cars roll up to the house with there lights on four white cops come out with the uniforms on “Who owns the house?” One of them says “It’s my mutherfucken house.” Jerome walks up to one of the cops, Cissy walks in front of Jerome “Is there a problem officer?” “There has been a report of gunshots coming off the roof.” “It’s just some fireworks. We do it every year.” “And what about the weed and the open containers.. is that a part of the ritual too.” Seeing what’s happening, is something you see all too well, cops coming into black neighborhoods terrorizing, and using force for no reason “Are you for-real? Hey yo, you real right now? It’s independence day” Jerome not believing his ears said, "Hey sir, you need to check your attitude.” Frankie walked from you to come closer to the officers “And you need to check the nuts!” You follow him “Franklin. Stop” trying to pull him away, he slips out of your grip to face the cops “Frankie please?” Cissy pushes him back “No. We’re not doing this today. All right?” Cissy steps in front of everyone “I’m not moving until we have a civil goddamn conversation, come on now.” the officers coming toward Frankie and pushing Cissy out the way “Wanna have a drink.” “The fuck you doin’ “ Frankie look at the cop, taking out his baton to punch him in the stomach, he falls to the ground, everyone screaming trying to break fight, the other officers had there guns out pointing at your peoples escalating the situation the disgusting pig grabs to pull frankie in a chokehold restricting his breathing “Stop you’re hurting him fucking stop!” you screamed out, his color almost leaving his skin almost turning him blue.

Another cop car shows up to see Andre in his uniform “Hey hey hey what are you doing. Put the thing away, stop it man.” Andre telling partners to stand down, “Fuckin Pigs!” Kev yells, the cop pulls away from him, he’s hyperventilating, you kneel down to Frankie, rubbing his back. Cissy and I keep telling him to keep breathing, air not filling in his lungs fast enough, Andre trying to comfort him, Jerome runs up on Andre “Back away from my nephew you boy.” Louie steps in front of Jerome and pushes him back “You’re okay Frankie, you’re okay.” Andre tells his partners to leave the property and he gets into his car and drives off. Frankie slowly gets up from the ground with his hand on his stomach, Cissy and Jerome help him get him inside of the house, your momma comes up next to you “We’re leaving right now.” you nod your head, you both walk back to the table to grab your containers and start walking back to your house “I saw you lexi.” you suck your teeth “What did you want me to do momma? he was getting choke out.” “You shouldn't have been around that. You should’ve been inside of the house, it's not your business to be around that.” you shake your head “Whatever momma.”

You walked into your room, not even saying goodnight to your momma, you lay on top of your bed, obviously you’re not going to bed especially what just happen, your mind is racing seeing that cop choking Frankie out and not stopping until Andre came to stop it, you wait for about an hour to your momma go to bed, you step out of your room, looking to see your momma’s door closed, slowly creeping out of the house, you slowly close the front door and start walking back to Jerome’s house.

Everybody is still partying, you know the police can never stop a black folks party, still in good vibes, the music is still blasting around the block, you see Frankie holding a red cup with ice talking to Cissy “Hey y’all, how are you feel Frankie?” he smiles at you “I’m feeling better, but I sound worse though.” his voice groggy, deeping his voice. Cissy stands up and gives you a hug “I’m gonna check on Jerome, see how he’s feeling?” she walks away opening her spot to him, you sit next to Frankie “How are you really feeling Frankie?” looking into his chocolate eyes, he closed his eyes and looks back at you “The fact I felt powerless in that moment, that I couldn’t do anything cause he’s a cop I never want that feeling. Ever.” you nod your head “These pigs think they can do whatever they want because they have a gun and badge. But fuck them.” Looking at Frankie, seeing his signature red and white baseball t-shirt and dark jeans and some adidas, you kiss him feeling his lips touching against you, he grunts against you “I need you right now.” he grabs your hand to the guest room, gracefully slipping through the crowd.

Frankie walks in first into the room opening it for you, passing him and close and locks the door, you sit on the bed putting your arms out so he can climb on top of you, slipping into your legs he pecks your lips and slowly grinding into your covered pussy, just feeling your body getting hot, wrapping your arms his neck, you put your thick thighs around him pulling him closer, not wanting stop, you pull off his his shirt “Ugh fuck baby.” hearing his voice now still little horse making him sound even more sexy, you push him up to take off your shirt, his hands go to your breast almost spilling through his hands, he bends down to take of your nipple into his mouth and massaging the other one “O my god baby you’re making me feel so good.” A couple knocks, hits the door and scares you and Frankie “Aye who’s in there?” Hearing Jerome voice coming through the door “It’s Franklin.” “Aight nephew, is Lexi in there with you?” his nosy ass “Hey Jerome and yeah it’s me.” you can hear Jerome laughing “Aight y’all have a good night.” he returns back to you looking into your eyes “What?’’ his voice again sounding like its lower by three octaves, your raise your hand touching his throat, seeing a little bruising around it, you kiss his neck, tasting the sweat of his neck, he groans “ughh shit, fuck baby.” you couldn’t stop, you moved down to the other side finding his sweet spot, he grinds into you, feeling he’s getting hard “Take this shit off.” He tugged at your clothes, you both stood up to take off your clothes and got back on to the bed.

You push him on the bed with a loud thud, you climbed on top of him kissing up his body to his lips, you rest your hips on his mound, you kiss down his body to chest, stomach, and finally to his dick, you lick your lips to start to kiss it, you open your mouth to take him into your mouth, breathing through your nose and going deeper, he’s moaning, even through his voice is a little rough, deliciously so, hearing it now he’s moaning for you, his voice cracks “Ohh fuck baby, o-oohh yes yes yes, fuck you suckin’ me so fuckin’ good.” you moved your hand down to your pussy, slowly rubbing it, feeling your yourself getting wet, you kept breathing you nose “Baby get up I don’t want to nut fuck.” but you didn’t stop, he spreads his thighs, you take a big breath, to have Frankie in your throat, he moans louder, relaxing under your touch, you moved your fingers faster on your pussy “Fuck baby I’m gonna nut, are you gonna nut too baby?” your nod your head “Come on baby nut for me, that’s right. ohh shit uu-ghh.” feeling the heat spread from your pussy to your stomach, you start to shake, having this feeling wash over you. Frankie release himself to you, tasting natural odor in your mouth, you swallow it, you slowly get up to lay on the bed “Aye turn the fuck around, I still need to give yours now.” you lay on your back on the bed, he pulls you closer to him, you spread your legs and frankie holds them in place “fuck baby why do you smell better after you cum, I bet you even tatse better.” he kissing down to your pussy, he dives in his tongue swirling around your clit, like he’s kissing your other lips, your nipples harder “fu-uck baby fuck don’t stop ughh shit.” you can feel his moans through mouth, you grip his fro with your hand “Come on baby, nut on my face I need it. Fuckin’ give it to me.” he goes back to kissing your pussy, like he was making out with you, shaking your legs “Fuckkk”.

Letting your climax wash over you, having your eyes in the back of your head, he still didn’t stop eating you like you’re his last meal. Luckily the music is drowning your moans out so no one could hear y’all. Frankie finally gets up to come closer to you, giving you a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips, slipping his tongue in you “Hey I just want to check with you if you still want to do this, if not that’s fine.” looking in your eyes, you nod your head “I want to do this with you. I want you to be my first.” Frankie smiles “Okay you might fell some pressure okay, just let me know when it becomes too much for you.” you kiss him, pulling him down on top of you “I will Frankie.”Frankie puts his hands next to your face. He pushes in, you hiss feeling him entering in you “It’s okay baby, just breath I know I know.” pain is all you feel, He inches in closer “Ahh, okay keep going baby.” and finally he bottoms out, arching your back finally feeling him in all of his glory “Baby I’m need you to relax, okay your really tight.” you take a breath to relax your legs, he grons “Okay baby you can move now.” moving in and out of your pussy, now feeling the pleasure coming to you “Ughh fuck yeah baby. Fuck baby shit.” Frankie moans in your mouth “I know baby, fuck you feel so good right now.” he grabs your hands above your head, trapping you in hold, feeling his dick moving and hitting your spot “Ughh fuck baby, yeah you like that huh baby.” you nod your head, not even listening to what he said “Yes baby I do, your fucking my pussy so good.” He leans down to give you a sloppy kiss, you feel yourself about to cum “Fuck frankie I’m about to come ughh.” “I know baby l know, give me your nut baby, yeah get my dick wet for me.” and you did. Cumming on his dick was the best feeling in the world, almost becoming dickmitze. He still moving in out out of you “I know you could give me one more baby, just one more.” Frankie lifts off of you to flip you over on your stomach and pulls your hips up. He enters once more.

Being in this new postion and having him fucking you like this, resting your head on the pillow, feeling the blows coming from and not stopping, you feeel your pussy throbbing with with force “FUCK! you feel sooo goood baby, yeah baby don’t stop.” he moans “I’m not stopping baby, I’m never stopping.” your pussy is getting wetter by the second, he lifts you up to his chest, exploring a new postion for you, he looking down at your ass, seeing your ass moving the movements of frankie “Fuckkkk baby are you about to nut? I can feel it, mhmm it’s okay baby you can nut on this dick.” a wet splash coming out of you, making you even wetter than before “ughhh fuck frankie fuckfuckfuck ughh.” with two more pushes frankie cums as well inside of you, loving the feeling of him filling you up, he slowly lays you down back on the bed, and pulls out of you and lays next to you. He pulls you up to his chest, hearing his heart going a thousand miles per hour, “That was amazing baby, thank you being my first.” he kiss your head and pulls your chin to look at him “Your welcome baby, and I’m also gonna be your last.” you smile at him and kissing him “mhmm baby I should probably go use the bathroom.” you rise up the put back on your clothes and he does as well “Aye come up on the roof that’s where Lee and Kev gonna be at, I’m gonna bring Kev on the game with me.”

“Okay baby I’ll be there.” you walk out of the room and thankfully the music is still going, but everyone is outside, you walk in the bathroom to do your buisness, looking at yourself in the mirror ‘Bitch you is not a virgin no more.’ turning on the facuet to wash out your mouth.

You enter in the attic of the house seeing the window and hearing your boys laughing and cracking jokes and Kev even asked what me and Frankie were doing in the guest room “What me and Lexi do is nothin of your business.” and he being stern about, your were glad that Frankie didn’t diverge in what happen between you too, you walk on the roof next to Frankie “Sup y’all.” “Hey lexi.” coming from all of them, he grabs your hand interlocking with you “Aye Kev I want you to join in with us, because i want you to make money too. And I was gonna page Avi to get some more bricks from him.” Kev screams in joy “Thanks Franklin, hey I got a cousin in Oakland who could help us to kickstart of businesses.” he nods his head and turns to you “Well I’m guessing you comin’ too right?” you smile back at him “Of course baby, I’ll be there, I’ll talk to my momma about it.” he kisses you, groans coming from your friends and making kissy noises “Man this is amazing me and boys and girl making some money. AHHH!! love you mane, love mane.” Kev spoke. What a perfect moment with your man and friends felling like you all are on the top of the world, nothing could break up of what y’all have, you hope you all just make it out on top with millions attached to y’all’s name.

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OHHHH SHIT BITCH thank you thank you thank you for reading this took me a while to finish this but i’m glad to knock another one down, and let’s talk about Frankie’s voice(even though getting choke-out) the raspiness of voice, you can’t not tell me he would not sound even more sexy than before, just thinking about it even makes me horny 🫠, and that SEX SCENE (AGGHHHH!!) gurlll I can’t Frankie seems like the kinda of man to pull you up during doggy (mhmmm) and can’t y’all see that fine ass nigga to say nut instead of cum, yes bitch yasssss, and the thing that took me the longest to write was the police scene and talking about that was tough cause being that’s all you see in real life, and hopefully i’ll become better when it comes to those scene, and finally in Ch. 6 the gang is going in a roadtrip to Oakland seeing if kev’s cousin could help with expanding the business further and meeting a white girl smoking some drug that has her rocked up, and thank you once again for reading this sis. See you on Chapter 6

Love nazzy💕

Sooo goood💕💕

Give Me Back My Key

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black!Plus Size!Reader Summary: Franklin crosses the line and you blow up at him. Now you have to hear some hard truths and decide whether or not you still want to be with him. Warnings: 18+, drug dealing, n-word usage, PIV, daddy kink, dirty talk, fingering, AAVE, possessive Franklin, bratty reader, referring to female genatalia as 'she', mentions of canonically dead characters as alive so this is kind of an AU but just go with it Word Count: 3,387 Author’s Note: My first finished piece of writing in like 3 years. A bitch is rusty but I’m just so happy to have something completed. I hope yall can find some enjoyment in it. I’m a Snowfall girlie now so hopefully there will be more coming after this. As always, questions, comments, and concerns are welcomed. Happy reading lovelies! xo

You entered your home after a long day at work, ready to soak in a bubble bath for an hour. Your boss had upped your hours, but did that come with a raise? Of course not. You hoped he would actually consider you for the new job opening in management but you weren’t holding your breath.

On the other hand, the extra hours were actually a God send. You had less time to sit at home missing your ex. Franklin Saint tore through your life like a tornado and left the wreckage of your heart behind.

You had no idea who he was when you first met. Your younger brother had dragged you along with him to Jammin Jerome’s to see if he had enough to upgrade his speaker system. Your brother had been geeking over the selection but his dream speakers were a bit outside of his price range.

The heartbroken look on your brother’s face was too much for you to handle and like always you tried to swoop in and save the day. Your mother worked so much to keep a roof over your heads as you grew up and your job was to look after your brother. You were basically another mother to him.

“Do yall have a layaway program or anything?” You asked, calculating in your mind how much you’d need to take out of your next check.

“No there ain’t no layaway. This ain’t no fucking charity.”

You squinted your eyes at the afro’d man and dug deep into your professional bag as not to cuss him out. “I understand. Is there anyway you can just hold them until Friday?”

The shorter man went to reply but he was cut off by Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sexy. “Yeah I can do that for you, but there’s a catch.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “What?”

He placed his hands on the counter and leaned a little closer towards you. “You gotta be the one to come back for them and you gotta let me take you out after.” He proposed, a smirk on his face.

Usually that might have pissed you off but there was something so charming about him. He immediately got your defenses down.

“Deal.”

His slick nature should have been a red flag but you were naive then. You couldn’t see past what was in front of you. A successful young Black man who was intelligent, passionate, and caring. He had goals and he knew who he was. You fell fast and you fell hard. He treated you like the most important person in his life.

After washing off the day’s sweat from your body, you put on your soft robe and proceeded to lotion up your body. A little self pampering after a hard day always helped to ease your racing brain and start to wind you down.

Franklin would love to get his hands on you and rub in your favorite scented lotion. He’d start at your feet and work his way up, taking extra time around your knees and then your thighs. He’d rub your belly and place kisses on your stretch marks. He never failed to make you feel so loved.

Months of dating flew by and even your families got along great. Your little brother looked up to Franklin as a man he’d like to emulate. He didn’t really have that before. Anytime you brought Franklin around, your brother was trying to get as much of his attention as you were. Franklin indulged him too. As annoying as it was, it warmed your heart to see the little bond they had.

By extension, you’d also noticed your brother getting closer to Leon as well. Since that first meeting, Leon was not one of your favorite people. You respected him as your man’s best friend but you saw him often on the street and you didn’t want your brother becoming interested in that.

Driving down the street a couple weeks ago, your worst nightmare was reality.

You almost got into a car accident the way you swerved your car across lanes when you saw Ryan doing a hand exchange with Leon.

You were haphazardly parked and out the car before your mind could catch up to what your adrenaline already set in motion.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You yelled at Ryan, hands digging straight into his pockets and pulled out both money and rocks.

“Get off me, sis! What’s your problem?” He asked you, trying to grab his supplies back.

“What’s my problem?! You being fucking dumb is my problem. Get in the car!” You screamed, smacking him in the back of the head and pushing him towards the car.

“Consider him officially out.” You told Leon, tossing him the drugs and money.

You got in the car and drove straight to Franklin’s. Yeah you told Leon that Ryan is out, but you figured Franklin would talk to Leon for you so things actually stuck. They were best friends after all.

Ryan was clearly sulking as he followed you into the home. He stood against a wall with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

Franklin greeted you with a kiss on the lips. “Hey baby. What’s wrong with your bro?”

You hugged him, resting your head on his chest. He ran his hand up and down your back to soothe you. “I caught him slinging on a random corner. I gave Leon his shit back and told him that Ryan was out, but do you think you can talk to him for me? I want to make sure he doesn’t try to hire him again.”

You didn’t catch on to the awkward silence until your brother scoffed.

You lifted your head from Franklin’s chest to look at your sibling. “What?” You snapped.

“You called me dumb and yet you think Leon hired me.” He chuckled, shaking his head.

“This isn’t a joke! I will fuck you up, Ry.” You started to pull away from your man’s embrace to put hands on your brother but Franklin stopped you.

“Leon didn’t put him on the corner. I did.” Franklin declared, and your body froze. You could swear you went into shock.

You took a huge step back and out of his arms. “Excuse me?”

“I put him with Leon because I trust him and he’ll make sure he’s straight. You know how Leon is.”

Your head was spinning but you were quickly connecting the dots. You knew he had something going on in his past. Like maybe he used to sell weed, but you’d only seen his legitimate businesses. Now you felt naive as fuck. The pieces are coming together in your mind like a puzzle you finally figured out how to solve. The way his Uncle and Aunt always seemed to defer to him…the way he carried himself….he was the Boss.

“Why would you…” You couldn’t even get it out. You shook your head to try and clear the roaring in your ears.

“He’s smart, he’s quick, and he’s loyal. You don’t have to worry. Plus, he really wanted a job.” Franklin explained like he was simply going over your brother’s job application.

“Then you get him a job at Jerome’s! YOU DONT PUT MY BROTHER ON THE STREET. ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?” You exploded, hands clenching.

It was the first time he’d seen you blow up and you expected a greater acknowledgement of your angry. Ryan seemed to be the only one in the room who knew you were not playing.

Franklin merely stared at you with what you thought was cool indifference. “You need to calm down.”

You scoffed, in disbelief of his arrogant answer. If niggas have anything, it’s audacity. “You go behind my back and make my baby brother one of your street niggas and I need to calm down? Fuck you, Franklin.”

He stood up straight, using his height to tower over you and show how unamused he was. “Oh you've been doing a lot of that. And you didn’t see a damn thing wrong with it either.”

You nodded. “You’re right. This is on me. I brought you into his life but I’m gonna rectify that immediately. We’re done.”

You hadn’t seen Franklin in a week and you missed him so much. You missed his voice, the way he held you in his arms, and the uncanny ability he had to always just know what you needed.

You needed him.

But you can’t budge on this. This was your brother’s life and Franklin betrayed you by going behind your back. Speaking of Ryan, he’d also been suspiciously absent lately. He had been walking on eggshells since you blew up and you felt bad, but if your mother found out she’d actually kill him so better he deals with your anger than hers.

You entered the kitchen to grab some water and screamed when you noticed the figure sitting at your little kitchenette. “AHH!”

Sitting very comfortably in one of your chairs, legs spread and one arm resting on the table where a glass of your brandy sat was Franklin. There was also a large beautiful bouquet of roses on the table.

“Hey baby.” He casually greets you, taking a sip from the glass.

He looked good as hell but you still glared at him.

“How the hell did you get in here? Better yet, why are you here?”

“I missed you. I know you missed me too. Are you done being mad?”

You clicked your tongue. “Nigga you got some nerve. Yes, I’m still mad.”

He sucked his teeth at me. “I’m not gonna apologize for putting your brother on, but I’ll apologize for not giving you a heads up.”

“That’s not good enough. That shit is dangerous. I want him to get a degree and get out of here.”

“So you don’t believe in building back up the community? Keeping money and businesses in Black hands? You don’t want to raise a family where you grew up anymore?”

Yes, you still believed in all those things. You even understood that your people had to cut some corners to get a leg up because they’d already been held back from so long. But the road to get to the future was scary. You were scared but anger is a way easier emotion to hold on to.

“Give me my key.” You snapped, holding out your hand.

He took your hand in his, rubbing your wrist with his thumb before placing a kiss on your palm. “No.”

“Franklin!” You whined, stomping your foot before you could stop yourself. Yes, you were lowkey about to throw a fit but he was so damn annoying.

“If you want me gone, change the locks.” He challenged, placing a kiss on each of your fingers.

That action caused you to realize he still held your hand so you snatched it away. “Fine. I will. What do you want?”

“You. I want you back. The bed is cold without those warm thighs for me to lay between.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

He rolled his eyes and stood up. He walked you backwards until you hit the kitchen counter. You looked off to the side, unable to hold his gaze. You were weak for him. He placed his hands on your cheeks and gripped your face, turning it so you were nose to nose with him and eyes locked.

“I’m only gonna say this shit once. Ryan wanted in the game. He wanted to be a corner boy. He wants to hustle.” You tried turning away from him but you couldn’t pry his hands off your face so you ended up just holding his wrists. “If I said no, he would have gone somewhere else. Is that what you want? Him down in the bottoms with crazy ass Skully or becoming apart of Manboy’s crew?”

Your eyes fluttered close at his words and you released a loud sigh. He was right. God forbid your brother went to work for Manboy. You knew you couldn’t change Ryan’s mind about something as much as you couldn’t change your mother’s. They were alike in that way. You always played the middle trying to keep the peace.

Franklin placed a kiss on your forehead as you processed his words. He knew you needed time to sort out new information and check in with yourself. He loved that about you. You could blow up but you could also be reasoned with.

“I know how much you love your brother and because I love you he’s family to me too. I’m treating him just like family. The game is the game. You think I wouldn’t do everything I could to protect him? To protect your heart? You think that little of me?”

His words had your eyes snapping back open. “No. I know you’re a good man, Frankie.” You rubbed his wrists, your face still in his hands.

“Then you forgive me?” He asked, eyes pulling you in. You would willingly drown in those dark pools.

You nodded and he placed a soft kiss on your lips. God, you missed him. You pressed harder against him and deepened the kiss. It had been too long. He kissed you like you were his last source of air as he explored your mouth with his tongue. His hands left your face to trail down your back and grip your robe covered ass.

He sucked on your tongue before biting your lip. He gripped your thighs and hoisted you up, holding you against the countertop and grinding his hard dick against you. You yelped and wrapped your arms and legs around him.

“Oh my God! Put me down, Franklin.” You gasped as he placed open mouthed kisses on your neck. Your robe had fallen open and he was able to suck on your collarbone which made your head drop back.

He turned to place you on the table. Your ass bumped his glass and it, along with the bouquet, fell onto the floor. “Franklin!” You scolded, only to bite your lip when he lightly grabbed your neck.

“I let you get away with it before but that shits over now. What’s my name?” He asked, his thumb pressing right into the center of your neck.

Your pussy was dripping wet. “Baby, please.”

He squeezed a bit more before letting his hand slide down the opening in your robe. “Close but don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll remind you.” His free hand pulled on the sash and completely opened up your robe.

“Fuck, I missed you.” He groaned, eyes moving from your tits down your stomach to between your legs as you spread them further apart.

Your hands were exploring under his shirt, refamiliarizing yourself with the planes of his body. You slipped his shirt over his head and he bent his head to kiss your nipples.

“Mmm.” You moaned, head falling back as he took a nipple into his mouth. You could feel your pussy dripping wet. As he sucked on your titties, one of his hands reached between your legs and teased your folds. His fingers traced up and down your lips and your hips moved to press him harder against you.

“Look at how wet and eager you are. I know this pussy missed me. Didn’t she?” He asked, pulling away from your titties leaving them wet with his saliva.

“Yes, yes she missed you.” You gasped, desperate for more.

His middle finger slid up and down your slit before finally slipping into your pussy. You groaned at the feeling and he slipped another finger inside of you stroking your walls. His eyes remained on your face as he watched the love faces you made. He pressed his fingers deeper inside you and rubbed his palm against your swollen clit.

“Yes, yes, please….” You moaned, hands clutching the edge of the table. He was stroking you so good, but you needed more.

“Tell me what you need, pretty girl.”

“I need…ooh…I need your dick in this pussy.” You licked your lips as you reached out to unbutton his pants. You could see the print of his hard dick and you needed it in you now.

“After this tantrum of yours, beg for it.” He could feel your walls contracting around his fingers and knew you were about to cum. He wasn’t about to have that so he pulled his fingers out.

“Nooo…” You whined, scooting closer to the edge of the table to rub against him and get some more friction going. He held your legs open and leaned back just out of your reach.

“What did I say?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Please, Daddy. I’m sorry. Give me the dick. I need the dick.” You begged, voice just the right pitch of needy and desperate that he wanted to hear.

He pulled his hard, long, and thick dick out and stroked it as he stared at you. You bit your lip and gave him your most contrite look. He smiled at you and leaned in to kiss you softly on your lips.

You got so lost in his kiss. The way he moved from harsh to sweet was making your head spin. You just wanted anything and everything he was giving you. During the kiss, you gasped loudly into his mouth feeling his slide into your tight pussy.

“Shit..” He hissed, hips jacking forward to situate himself deep into your pussy. He was knocking up against your G spot and you were almost dizzy. After all that foreplay, you knew you wouldn’t last long. You were already squeezing his dick.

“I can feel that pussy finna cum. Let her rain on me, baby. I wanna feel it.” He told you, continuing to give you long deep strokes.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” You breathlessly moaned, head thrown back. “I’m bout to-” You don’t even finish your sentence as your orgasm eclipses your whole body.

“Just like that.” Franklin moaned, watching you as the pleasure blankets you. He loved watching you. You were so damn sexy. He never stopped stroking as your walls clamped down on him.

Your chest was heaving and you were feeling a bit tired. You felt Franklin speeding up his thrusts, his hips slamming against your ass. You were feeling a bit sensitive. “Ooh, wait Daddy…”

“Nah, ain’t no wait. This is part of your punishment. Let me look at that pussy.” He declared, bringing your legs up and smashing your knees into your chest. “Damn, look at her glistening for Daddy.”

“Mmnf!” You groaned, feeling the table shake under you at his hard thrusts. Your eyes closed as your body was completely worked over by him. He was fucking your soul.

You heard his moans and growls increasing frequency as his hips sped up. You could feel him everywhere. He was staking his claim on you. With a final deep thrust, you felt his cum release inside of you. You were on birth control but he was so damn far inside you felt like he was personally delivering his seeds to your ovaries. You’d have time to worry about that later.

He placed kisses along your thick legs as he slowly brought them back down to wrap around his waist. He’s still inside you and you haven’t moved at all. You couldn’t. You were wore the hell out.

You felt his eyes on you as he soothingly rubbed his hands up your thighs over your belly between your breasts and over your shoulders. He massaged you as he waited for you to regain yourself.

Your eyes opened and connected with his. You gave him your prettiest smile. “I love you.”

He smiled that rare grin of his. “I love you too.” He leaned in to kiss your lips and you closed your eyes leaning up to meet his lips only to be met with air.

Your eyes opened to see him staring down at you. “Don’t ever pull no shit like this again.” He sternly ordered.

You brought your hands up to rub his hair and cup the back of his head. “I won’t baby. I’m sorry.”

You were ready to accept Franklin for everything he is. He was your man and you were gonna stick beside him no matter what.

Soooo would you mind going on with the thingy you wrote earlier sweetie? I'm a bit horny and you are giving me too many ideas 😫💗

And he whispers into your ear “yeah, you like that? You liked being fucked while I’m covered in someone else’s blood? You’re a little slut aren’t you? Getting turned on by this nasty shit”

hey, baby! I just had to write this while it was still fresh in my mind. I really hope you have fun while reading this! If not, I'm sorry if it sucked🥺

summary - you had just watched rick rip a man's throat out with his teeth... resulting in you becoming horny at the worst possible time.

warning - smut, breeding kink, swearing, creampie, name-calling, death, murder, ripping a man's throat out, rubbing someone's clit with bloody ass fingers (wash your hands)

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You didn’t know how it had happened or how you had gotten into this position. One minute, a fight broke out, and you watched as Rick tore a man’s throat out with his teeth. The next, you find yourself bent over the bonnet of the car, your jeans torn from your body as the bloodied man buries his thick, throbbing member deep into your sopping cunt. Rick had to cover your mouth with his large, veiny hands to stop you from attracting something with your loud whimpers. He leans forward and whispers into your ear. 

“Gotta be quiet, slut. Don’t want me to stop pounding your tight cunt to deal with a walker, do ya?” You whine, shaking your head as tears brim your eyes. “Course ya don’t. Ya don’t want anyone to know how much of a whore you are.” His pace picks up, and Rick slowly drags his cock out from your tight cunt, leaving the tip in only for him to thrust forward. With everything hard thrust, your walls clench tightly around him, sucking him back in. Rick grunts, “Here I am fucking you while covered in blood, and you don’t even care. You’re just too fucking turned on.”

You whimper, tears falling down your face as you violently clench around him, pushing yourself further into the dominant man. “Yeah, you like that?” He rasps, goosebumps now arising as his breath hits your skin. “You like being fucked while I’m covered in someone else’s blood?” Rick pounds harder, his grip tightening around your mouth as more sounds escape you. Your walls clench tightly as he mentions it again. “You’re a little slut, aren’t you? Getting turned on by this nasty shit!” His jaw clenches, gritting his teeth as your walls pulsate around him, sucking him deeper inside you. 

Rick leans down to your neck, baring his teeth before latching onto your skin and sinking them into you. Your mind explodes as those teeth ripped a man’s throat out just moments ago, and now they are latched onto you. You whimper more, eyes rolling back as you begin to wiggle under him, pushing back into the feral man more. Rick pulls away, staring darkly at the teeth marks before whispering into your ear again. “Hmm, you liked when I ripped his throat out, baby? You wanting me to rip yours out? Your pretty little cunt keeps squeezing me at the thought, knowing I could kill you right now while I’m fucking you so deeply.”

Your mind has become fuzzy, and his name is the only word to fall past those whimpers. You press back into him harder, fucking yourself alongside his thrust, wanting to feel him deeper, having never felt so full until now. Your hands fly back and grip Rick, trying to pull him closer as you begin to feel needy, feeling like he’s not close enough even though he’s so deep inside you that you feel he’s inside of your stomach. 

Rick smirks, thrusting harder and deeper. His hand moves to the front of you, locating your swollen button. He grunts when your cunt squeezes his cock as his fingers begin to rub your little clit. Leaning down again, Rick bites down into your neck, and his eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of your walls spasming around him. His pace continues until he feels you are about to cum, and he lets go, moving toward your ear. “Such a fucking slut, so desperate for me. So desperate for a killer, you like being fucked by me? Like being used? Course you do. Because you’re just a.” Thrust. “Needy.” Thrust, “Desperate,” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Whore.” 

You scream into his hand as the tip of his cock hits your g spot, juices squirting out of you and covering him. Your walls spasm and clench and your arousal leaks out of you and drips down your thighs as Rick pounds harder and faster into you, feeling his end approaching quickly. His balls tighten, cock twitching and throbbing as a groan falls from his lips. “Fuck! Fuck! Gonna cum, you fucking slut. I’m gonna fucking breed you till your round with my child.” His eyes roll back as you moan, clenching harder around him. “Oh, you fucking whore. You like the thought of being full of me, carrying my fucking child so everyone knows I’m yours.” 

Rick’s hips jerk, burying his cock deeper into your weeping cunt as spurts of thick, hot cum shoot out of his mushroom tip, filling you until you are so full that your legs begin to shake. He grunts, biting his lip as he slowly drags himself out of you, only to push his cock back in to stop his cum from leaking out. “Don’t wanna waste any of that, now do we?” You whimper, shaking your head as you flutter around him, feeling Rick begin to pull your underwear back up and onto you when he pulls out. He smirks as he pats your ass and kisses the back of your head. “Better stay in there, sweetheart. I wanna watch you grow round with my child.”

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Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black Fem Reader!

Warnings/Type: Established Relationship. Brief use of the n-word.  Some Fluffy, Goofiness and a little bit of Smutty Goodness to send you on your way. Imagine One Shot, or something like that.

MINORS DNI! AT ALL! This is not for you.

Word count: 4,444k | Summary: There was a reason we got 1985 Franklin and not 2024 Franklin. Just imagine the husband wit’ a cellphone. A damn fool. That's what. And Leon a fool to cause he'd be right there wit' him. Like y'all ain't done no kinda work. Tick tockin’ n’shit. Haha ain't he sexy tho' em em em. Mr. Saint Mr. Saint you can get it all, you can get it all. And so without further ado' drum roll please....

A smile itches to make itself visible. You instantly become playful because he's playful, and his antics are infectious. “Franklin. Why you got it on black and white mode?” you ask, tilting your head just shy of youthful curiosity. You contend yourself with discovering just why he does things, but the mystery keeps you apt. The camera zooms in on his face, then zooms out. “Cuz we classic babe,” he says, a hint of laughter in his otherwise sexy voice. “We old school. Ain't that right Lee?” 

You wait. Noise from the camera indicates it’s changing direction. The view turns on a cornrow Leon dressed up in his plaid regular, briefly. “Yeah. Nigg-,” he says, giving a wave off, ever moving. His demeanor is not as enthused. You hear Franklin suck his teeth and watch the biggest grin emerge on his face as he turns the phone on himself again. “You know how it go beautiful. Niggas be camera shy n’shit.” 

A laugh escapes because he's horrible with angles. You shake your head and sigh. “Hey, Lee wassup,” you call into the phone. Although he's out of sight, his voice comes in on the speaker from somewhere like an echo. The room they are in must be huge! “Nothin much,” he calls back. “Just here wit’ yo’ annoying’ ass Husband. Glad he decided to call you. Gettin’ on my damn nerves. He don’t got nothin’ ta do.” 

You pay attention. The word husband, ringing in your eardrums. This word makes your heart skip. You consider that if you smile any harder your cheeks might begin to ache. You try not to tempt it. They were already brimming with so much happiness and you'd be subject to their sting every time you got flowers, or a text that came through that said a simple good morning. To have that feeling be permanent! You always wanted to be married, someday. If he was really serious, you already had the colors and venue plans decked out on a vision board you'd made in your free time months before. Maybe the manifesting began to take hold. Somewhere secluded but serene. You visualize a place with Mountains in fall with the changing colors to bring life to the special moment. Perfect! The pictures would be gorgeous, you both in white surrounded by color. 

“Husband?” You repeat, not expressing too much excitement, but just enough. “Oh. You said that, Franklin?” You ask.  

The phone is doing a close up on his face again. Part of his nose and one eye fit the entire screen. “Yep. I sure did.” He eludes with confident confirmation that has you smiling. “Imma get you pregnant. Marry you, all that.” 

You chew lightly at your bottom lip. Cheeks, officially sore by the prospect of that happily ever after. Not the one found in story books, but one that fits your story. “Um boooooy, dang, I get a say in any of this?” He shakes his head. His expression is a smug one flashing across the screen. That familiar smirk that always has your knees weak and your heart at a beat of engrossment. Your mind, sharp and steady, hurries to take these photographic moments of him and store them away deep in files within your memory. 

“Naw, you just be happy and taken care of,” he clamors out. “Anyway, How's things at the house?”

You nod your head. “Deal. Things at the house. Oh you know, same ol’ same ol’. Your mama came by. We talked for a while.” 

He smirks, shakes his head. “Oh shit. Bout’ what? What the hell Cissy Saint don’ said now?”

You laugh. “I’mma tell her you be calling her by her government name, watch.” You smack your teeth at his question. “But, nothing. None of ya’ business. Mother in law stuff.” 

“I already know it was bout’ me.”

You purse your lips and lift an eyebrow. “It was actually about plant soil, but M’Kay Franklin.” 

A knock comes through the phone speakers somewhere off in the background possibly to interrupt whatever comeback he’d muster up to say. You watch instead to notice his attention shift. You can’t see what he’s looking at, but he presents more seriously from his side profile.  

“Yeah, wassup. Y'all ready?” You hear Leon’s voice ask. “Aight. Saint. Let’s go,” he says after. You watch him nod then turn to face your view again. “Gotta go. Call you when I'm done. Love you.” 

“Kay. Love you too. Bye,” you say and blow a kiss before the call ends. 

“Baaaaaabe, what ya dooo-in,” he emphasizes zooming out. You watch. The camera lowers. He provides a good view of his outfit. All black. You hold the phone for his entertainment, a display of you on the bed to answer his question visually. Fresh Poetic Justice braids hide underneath the bonnet. Your face, clear of any makeup. A little smile pulls after hearing the playfulness in his voice come back. “Just reading ma lil ol’ book.” Eyes on him, then down where a makeshift bookmark resides in effort to salvage the place left off, you turn to the next page, held tight to the words of the author.

“Show me.” he coos.

“Franklinnnnn….” you plead. His face zooms in. A cunning grin appears on the phone screen. The forefront for your viewing. “Come on,” he says once more, “Show me.” 

You try to stifle a giggle but it escapes despite your efforts. He's handsome, even more with all the goofiness. “Baby move back you to close,” you encourage and with one hand hold the phone up. With the other you lift up the book, trying to angle both just right so he’s able to see. You sneak a peek of his expression. It bestows one of excitement and joy when you put eyes on the phone. 

“Oh shit, you got Toni out tonight? That’s wassup!” 

You nod, smiling. “Yes yes. I was in the mood, and the movie don’t hit like the book do.” 

“What Chapter you on?” 

You hear footsteps, Leon passes by and walks into the other room. “Five,” You answer.

“Chapter five. Chapter five.” He rubs at the hairs on his chin. “Tryna remember what happens in that chapter. Some crazy shit, probably.”

You smack your teeth and roll your eyes, but the smile remains. “Boy stop frontin’ like you read Beloved. You really over there actin’ for ya’ life right now. Doin’ tha most.”

He throws his head back, laughs and repositions the camera. You get a birds eye view of his forehead. “Damn, why you do me like that? But okay okay,” He shifts the view zooming out so that you get a fuller view of where he’s seated. “I haven’t read it. Saw the movie tho’. I’m sure it's about the same. Concept wise.” 

You shrug. “Hm. Maybe. But you know the books are usually always better than the movie.” 

“Yeah. True that.” 

“Franklin baby. Why you be lying so much,” you say, and blink slowly to look at him. 

He laughs. “I’m not. Stop actin’ like the only book she wrote was Beloved. She got other books too.”

You make a face. “Yeah. None of which you’ve read.” 

“I’m not messin’ wit you go head,” he says with a grin and waves you off.

“Stop frontin’ so much then.”

There are seconds when neither of you speak and you take the opportunity to sneak a peek at a few more lines of the paragraph you're on. 

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. Made another tik tok video today.”

You smack your forehead. “Lord, another one, Franklin.” He had been against the entire thing in the beginning, until you both did one of the trending couple dances that you forced on him. Then challenges, and some more dances. A bonafide tik tok monster. “What have I done? You're like, addicted at this point. You already made one the day before.” 

He smiles. “Naw, listen tho’ this one was fire. It’s me makin’ macaroni n’ cheese, babe.”

You hold the phone away from your face so he can’t see the puzzled expression. When you pull it back, it’s still very much present. “Whaaaaaat?”

“Yep.” This time he smiles proudly. “And my mama taught me her recipe, so you know it smacks.” 

You sigh and nod looking into the camera. “Okay. If the recipe came from Mama Cissy then there’s hope. I’mma let you make it for me so I can taste it when you come back home.”

“Shit, hell yeah. And you know what,” he shakes his finger at the phone. “I’mma fry you up some chicken as a bonus.” 

You shoot up from your comfortable position on the bed waving your hand in protest, almost dropping the whole phone in the process. “No, No, you do the macaroni and cheese, I'll do the chicken! We can’t have another grease fire. Almost burnt down my whole kitchen last time. I couldn’t believe you!” 

He sucks his teeth, whining. “How was that on me? Grease got too hot too fast. It’s yo’ stove. That’s the problem. But that’s wrong tho’, how you ban me forever! Like, I could see if it was for a few months, but forever is a stretch. You mean as hell for that babe. I’m actually hurt.” 

His voice didn’t convey hurt, but he put on his puppy dog eyes through the screen. His sad expression, tempting to believe and otherwise nurture, only because he was cute doing such a performance. You fight through the desire of giving in to it, like you always seem to do, to instead this time hold your ground firmly, and clear your throat. “Because Franklin, nun uh. But,” you smack your teeth. “Since when do you cook? That’s my thing. I’m on dinner duty. Not you. Now all of a sudden you wanna audition for Hell’s Kitchen,” you argue. 

A light chuckle leaves him. So much for puppy dog eyes and being hurt. All that out the window. He appears as a man puzzled. “I said that shit as a joke,” he confirms. “You know me and Gordan would throw down. Like the motherfuckin’ spaghetti can only be cooked one way.” The camera zooms out. You get a fuller view of his form. “But hell back to the point, I gotta learn somehow don’t I? How I'm spose to cook for you after I put that baby in you and you all laid up? Huh, answer me that.” He pauses and grins, like the thought stays on his mind as he licks his lips. You can only imagine what he’s thinking. You wonder whose thoughts are nastier. Diving back into your memory files, you consider which position might align with the impregnation. Missionary eye to eye, doggie style had been the favorite so far, but legs thrown over his shoulders just might win the vote, hands down. “DoorDash,” you rebuttal to his sentiment. 

He nods his head, getting up and moving around the hotel room. “You said DoorDash? Wow. That's cold.” The view takes you into a closet while the new moisture in your panties becomes extremely uncomfortable. His Polo shirts hang in the semi empty space and he searches through them, choosing a Royal Blue out of the bunch. “That’s okay. I’ll remember when the zombie apocalypse comes, won't be no damn door dash, ubereats. None of that. I got the last can of green beans too, and I won’t be sharing that shit.” 

You let go a breath of relief and allow your shoulders to sink. Thank your lucky stars that you mastered the art of the poker face. He wasn’t aware that you were still thinking about him fucking you silly. At Least he’d taken the L for his chicken cooking fiasco. Moved on. Zombie's happened to be a simpler subject to dive into, strangely. “Okay so we’ll both starve then,” you interject. “Cause guess who got the can opener Mothersucka’?” 

You stare at each other. Silence on both sides of the phone until he breaks it. 

“Yeah, okay. I got you.” 

You grin. He’s salty. He always is when you win an argument. 

“Have you eaten yet?” You close the book and focus all your attention on him. 

He shakes his head. “Naw. Me and Lee actually bout’ to go down soon. Imma shower real quick and change.” 

“Okay, well I won’t hold you. Eat well. May you have an abundance of green beans before the end. Love ya much, handsome face.” You finish off with your Whitney Houston impression with a taunting sault. He frowns but there is a hint of a smirk attached to it. He almost laughs. “Love you.” 

You, two points. Franklin, zip!

Your phone is propped up on the dresser providing a full view as you dance. The music from your laptop fills the room. “Come on Frank fuck it up. Show off them famous Saint dance moves!” Shoulders bounce, fingers snap and it all becomes a sing along. Your eyes are on him until you turn, letting yourself feel the music. You spread your legs apart and your ass begins to bounce to the beat, cheeks clapping to its rhythm in your fresh black lace panties. “Oh fuck you givin’ me a whole show, okay. Hell yeah,” you hear him yell out against Paul Russell. You laugh and clap your hands as the song ends and grab the phone, throwing yourself on the king size bed in your shared bedroom. Only after you catch your breath do you notice the bowl of deliciousness. “See Franklin. Got my ice cream melting.” You lift up the phone and switch its position with that of the colorful scoops. A banana split you fashioned just for yourself after the late night craving crept up unexpectedly. You grab at the spoon eagerly taking some nuts and whip cream into your mouth. 

A chuckle comes from the phone speakers and you notice a small flash. “How? You the one got up,” he says with enthusiastic sarcasm. 

“Hecks yeah, that’s my song! My lil boo thang. Mmm.” You notice the room he's in is darker with less light filling up the space when you look in the direction of the phone. The flash might have been him turning off a light, or at the very least, dimming it down. You can see a smirk emerge from where you sit on the bed, back propped up by pillows. There's a bit of ruffling on his end. “You ma’ lil boo thang,” he says.  

It's your turn to laugh. “How? That nigga singing about some other dudes girl. You didn't take me from no one,” you run a spoonful of strawberry ice cream over your awaiting tongue. 

“That's not the point. I could if I wanted to.”

You sigh and poke your lips. “ Oh, hush the hell up Franklin, with yo’ cocky self.”

“Am I lyin’? You know you love it over here on team Saint.”

“Whatever,” you say, eating more of the chocolate and rolling your eyes. But you do smile. 

“Hm. See. That ass ain't say no. But anyway. I liked the lil’ dance you did just now. You look sexy in them panties. Those the ones I bought you?”

The compliment had you feeling yourself. “Oh why thank you. And yeah they are actually.” 

His head tilts just slightly with a squint of his eyes. “I thought it was a set?” 

You nod and look down at yourself. “It is. I just like your T-shirts way better though. Especially when you're away.” 

A smirk finds its way on him. “I see.” 

There's some electricity that runs up your spine. Something about his tone is enticing. You clear your throat to change the subject. “So uh, how was the food?” 

The smirk turns into a smile. “Well I didn't have any green beans as you suggested, but the steak was cooked up perfect. Had that and just a side of fries.”

“Hm. No desert?”

You can hear movement on the other end. Probably him shifting his position. “That's usually reserved for dinner, I thought,” he says. 

You toss a glance at the bowl. “Hm. Not always.” You move the phone and hover it above your face. “Especially ice cream. You can have it any time of the day. Now, make that a banana split and I guarantee you'll get your fill. You like banana splits babe?” Grabbing the edge of his shirt you slowly start to move it up and up until your belly button is exposed, then even further to rest right under your chest. 

“Yeah, I like um,” he licks his lips. “What you doin'?”

How long had it been? You could count the days. Too long. Long enough that you would remove his shirt and your panties, the ones belonging to the set he'd bought, to lay butt ass naked in front of a phone camera. Desperate times, you couldn't take how much of a temptation he became throughout the day. You point your toes as if to model for him, your legs moving in slow motion as your hands begin to explore. The camera tracks this entire process until you position it on the dresser, creating for him a more open view of the bed and you.  

“What do you like about um?” 

You change your voice. Much more sensual. A way to get his attention as you ignore his question and ask more of your own. “What's your favorite part?” You dip your finger and run it through from flavor to flavor. “It's got so many elements to it.” You sit the two fingers on your neck and drag. Your breath doing a hiss from the coldness. You bite at your bottom lip and shut your eyes with a continuous motion of your fingers to the top of your titties. “And the best part, you can design it how you want it. Three scoops, chocolate, vanilla and strawberry.” The heat from your body makes the clump cascade in drips running over the fullness of your breast and some over your nipples. “Chocolate drizzle,” you moan. “A little caramel. Whipped cream. Nuts. So many nuts.” 

“Oh damn. You tryna make a mess. What about the banana?” His voice is different too. Much more involved and curious like pressing you for what might come next. You grin and turn your head to glance at him. “Oh your right, how can I forget the banana?” You face the opposite side where the bowl sits on the bed and pick it up. “That's gotta be my favorite part,” you utter, moving it over your skin. “The texture. It's fullness. The way it feels in my hand.” First it touches over your legs, then the inner thighs. You part your knees and run the furthest end over your exposed clit. 

“Shit, for real…” 

You don’t know what this answer is pertaining to, either in relation to your favorite part of a Sundae, or his reaction to seeing a banana slink over your pussy so eloquently. Either way, the breath he’s let out tells you if he wasn’t already locked in for the ride you were planning to take him, he definitely is at this point. 

“Mmhmm. And you know what,” you whisper.

“What,” he utters in response. 

“It's even better, coated in cream.” You lift your hand, take one end and dip it into the ice and whipped cream, already beginning to melt. When you pull it back out, the white decorates its tip and a bit of its length. You move it slowly toward your lips. Some little drips happen along the way that only roll down your skin as a result. “I remember how you taste Franklin. How your warm cream felt sliding down my throat right before you left.” Finally the tip reaches your plump lips. You part them as the end inserts inside your welcoming mouth, more and more to the back of your throat. You can hear him, noises, a hum, or maybe a moan. You don’t look to confirm any suspicions, instead your smile wraps around the banana once you hear the struggle he's having with his belt. 

You do your best to breathe through it, your mouth now pooling with saliva mingled with the cream as the tip reaches back and tickles at your uvula. A hum of satisfaction at his breathy approval before you start to bob your head. The Saliva and cream stretch as the sensual sounds of sloppy head fill up the room. To busy filling up your throat, you give your free hand its own job to do. What a feeling of bliss to comfort  such tense muscles. You pretend it's his hand that's touching you so tenderly as you listen to his breathing from your end of the phone. Because you see his face and hear his voice, the sensation is more intense when you glance over. All those elements help push for more pleasure. You pull the banana, cream runs down the side of your mouth. “Ahhh, I love feeling you inside me, both ways.” 

“You love it baby.” 

“Yeah, I fuckin’ love it.” Your eyes sink down to your pussy, fingers trailing gently along the slick opening. With your mouth full again, this hot smoldering sensation courses up your spine. You gasp against the weight of the banana and repeat the motion. The sensation served only to grow. An involuntary shiver, the aftermath as his voice encourages you, keep going. Slick, and tight, your clit jots out hardened by arousal, and you do indulge her. His voice triggers the reaction. “Go a lil deeper for me.” So you add another finger to caress your mound, this time slowly, with more pressure applied to your bundle of nerves. A warmth explodes within you and numbs your legs. The desire intensifies. You roll your eyes back in effort to suppress a moan. It's stopped anyway by the blockage. Another push and the slight hit makes you gag. You pull it's end and even more saliva and cream break free as you try to catch your breath. 

The yearning building up in your throbbing center causes you lose interest in the banana and cry out his name, “Franklinnnnn, Mmmmmm…yessss.” All the blood in your legs runs to your pussy, steaming it. And not even the cold from the ice cream can cool it when you dip your hand to apply more, over the surface of your naked body. You are literally burning from the inside. You lift a finger into your mouth and begin to suck and taste your juices mixed with all different flavors. 

“Got damnnnn, baby.” His voice comes in, encouraging you to return pleasure onto yourself again. Moistened from your suckling, the same finger slowly descends downwards and strokes against your tingling bud. The moment your fingertip touches your sensitive core, a loud husky moan of pleasure erupts from your mouth and you shiver slightly as a result. As your fingers dive into your tight, sticky hot cavern, you shut your eyes. Your stroke harder, faster, with a sense of urgency. Moan in this unbridled ecstasy to buck your hips against pleasuring fingers. Yours, but you pretend they are his. “ Fuck your beautiful. I always love the way you taste….I wanna taste you so fuckin’ bad right now it hurts. Lick all that off. Bet that shits hella tight to,” he breathes out. 

With those words and the addition of your name coming in right after, you can almost feel him groaning against your slick lips. If he wasn’t really about his business, he might catch the next plane back home. You were pretty much a living breathing human sundae ready to be devoured, and you wanted so desperately to feel his warm tongue taste every place where the ice cream had run. So you moan, and rest your head back on one of the pillows with that image. “Give ma’ girls some attention…” Pulling at your nipples and needing your breast, you do as instructed. You start panting. You feel a surge of wetness. The very same sensation that came when you thought about all the past positions he'd had you in. “Franklin, I'm almost there…” The vibration of fingers, the wild thoughts swirling, and the fact you can hear him pleasuring himself, moves you closer to orgasm. It doesn't take much. You feel this ripple at your sweet spot. You ride it, bucking your hips while your inner walls squeeze tight, your legs slump down against the mattress, trembling before they go completely, lifeless. 

Closing your eyes to hold the state of euphoria, you catch the sound of his elaborate breathing almost identical to your own. It calms, little by little. 

“Fuuuuck. Didn’t realize how much I needed that, babe.”

You smile but keep your eyes shut to drag your hand and lay it on your stomach, coated by the aftermath of release. “Me too,” you offer as a light murmur and wipe your mouth. With a satisfied sigh you lean over to grab the phone and watch his expression go from happy and otherwise calm to indifferent. You lift your head in concern. 

“Hey. What's wrong?” 

“Nothin’. Just wish I could be there, cuddled up.” He pauses. “I miss you.” 

“I miss you too. But soon, like four more days and you’ll be back home. We can do us a reply, only in person.” You sit up. “It won’t be forever. And even if it was,” you smile. “I’d wait for you.” 

A grin blossoms and finds its way back on his face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, duh. I’m wifey, remember.” you say to reiterate, laugh and look at the ice cream, completely melted into liquid form. “Well, I should probably hop in the shower before I get all sticky. I’ve already made quite the mess. I’ll call you in the morning.” You snap your fingers at a sudden realization. “Or, damn time difference, you call me? That way I don't interfere with business.” You pull the sheet, toss it aside and stand to your feet. Your bare chest, partially in view. 

“Wait. Take me wit’ you.”

You hold the phone up. “Where?” 

“To the shower.” He has the nerve to look you up and down. Turns out you had a certain charm in creating monsters. “I wanna see the clean up process,” he smirks. “Got about thirty more minutes until my next meet up.” 

The grin on your face begins to grow. You look at the life of your battery. 53%. Just enough for a little bit more Saint FaceTime. 

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Chapter 4

Summary:This takes place right after the last chapter, and Lexi has a convo with louie about what happen, and after coming up with a plan (I think I’m gonna skip a few days in this chapter. sorry), they go to Karvel place to see he bought a brand new car, trying to get some help from Avi, knowing y’all gotta take him to desert and get rid of him.

Warnings:afab-reader, n-word usage, minor character death, cursing, kissing, lying lexi, talking about SA moment, r*pe word(only one)

Word count:3.8k mdni!(18+)

This takes place in episode 4

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You all made it to Jerome and Louie’s place, Frankie walks in first then lee and you, “So did you get your money back franklin?” Louie speaks, your eyes shift to Frankie, see his body language change to a hunch, taking a breath and then lifting up to look at them “No.But we know where karvel stay at, so we gon get him back and my money aye unc you think I can talk to you for a second.” Jerome nods his head standing up walking into the kitchen, Frankie follows him, you know what he is going to ask him, Jerome stays strappin’, “Aye I think I’m gonna head out actually.” Lee spoke “You sure you want to leave now lee.” “Yeah I’ll be good I’m just gonna go to my moms house.” “Okay I’ll see you later.” you do your handshake with lee, you both snap your fingers, you give Lee hug, pulling away, Lee walks towards louie to give her a hug, pulling away , Lee walks into the kitchen to say goodbye to Frankie and Jerome, Lee walks out of the kitchen to the front door leaving the house you turn towards louie walking to the couch taking a sit next to her “How you doin’ baby?” you put your head down reliving the screams and groans coming from Lenny and Karvel, you feel arms around you “You think you wanna sit out for what they are gonna do to Karvel.” you shook your head no “Louie I want to be with Frankie and if that’s means to be in the game with him then I will.” Louie takes her arms off you “Lexi what happen at Lenny’s.” you take a breath “We went to Lenny’s place and shit just got out of hand, and we were looking everywhere, Lenny wasn’t saying anything, so Karvel slice the cords around Lenny’s body and took him in the back room.” Louie nods her head knowing what happen after that, Frankie walks out of the kitchen with Jerome, you stood up walking towards Frankie “I think I need to get home Frankie.” he nods his head “I’ll walk you home baby.” you walk towards the guest room to grab your backpack, you put your clothes in your bag, Frankie stops you pulls you into a tight hug at your waist, you wrap his arms around his neck, not caring that Lenny’s blood was on his shirt “Baby I’m sorry was tryin’ to get lenny an out before you Karvel.” “I know you didn’t that shit was gon happen Frankie I don’t blame you.” “But before you leave let me change my shirt.” he changes into a red and white baseball t-shirt, seeing his chocolate skin with his back towards you, his back muscles at staring back at you, he slips on his shirt and turns around to look at you, taking your backpack to wear it for you “You ready baby.” “Yeah baby I am.”

You walk out the house with Frankie, hand holding “Baby I know you probably don’t want to talk about and I understand, but I ask Jerome for his gun.” you stop in your tracks looking at him, “Frankie you’re not gonna kill him, are you?” “If he doesn’t give me my money then I will.” thinking about what Louie said to you, knowing if I want to be in the game then I would have to get over the hardships that come with it, you have too. “Okay then I want to be there when you get Karvel.” Frankie eyes bulging out “Alexia you can’t be serious right now, you really want to be there when we get Karvel.” “Yes I do Franklin so stop pressurin’ me not to.” Frankie kept walking with you in hand, you reach around the corner of your house, your momma car in the driveway, fuck you look down at your knee, seeing that it was scraped, “Okay my momma is here I see her car, hey you think I can borrow a band-aid?’’ Frankie giggles “You can’t borrow a band-aid Lexi.” you roll your eyes “Whatever nigga.” you walk up to Frankie house, you walk in first into the living room, Frankie closes the front door, he walks over to you, pulling you into his room, you sit down on his bed “I’ll be back to get your borrow band-aid.” smiling at you, he pecks your lips frankie lifts up to walk to the bathroom, you look around frankie room, seeing poster favorite basketball players, and some black revisionists on his wall, you turn your head to see his dark green mini radio player, nostalgically filling your heart, you give that to Frankie as a birthday gift when you were kids you can’t belive he still has it, you lift up from frankie bed to grab the radio player, looking at the speaker, turning the knobs, and then a brick of coke falls on the floor.

Your mouth falls open, not beliving what your looking at, you put the radio player down, grabbing the brick to bringing it closer to you feeling the hard brick in your hands, you hear Frankie walking back into his room “Finally I found you one baby.” you see Frankie standing in front “Lexi what are you doing?” you drop the brick out of you hands “I’m sorry Frankie I didn’t mean to snoop.” you put your head down, your hands together, Frankie walks closer to you sitting on the bed next to you “It’s okay baby, you was gonna find out sooner or later you know.” you grab his hand interlocking with yours, you look up at frankie chocolate swirls, you touch his cheek, feeling his smooth skin “Your right baby and whatever happens I want to be with you, threw everything.” he kisses your left hand, feeling his full lips against yours, then kissing your ring finger “I can’t wait to put a rock on this finger baby.” you roll eyes “Okay Franklin.” “Aye I’m serious I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle for me, you would look so beautiful in your weeding dress.” “And you would look so handsome in suit I could see you wearing a blue tie, and a flower going with our colors, mhmm lookin’ so scrumptious and fine.” Frankie kisses you, his soft lips touching you, frankie pushes you on the bed,”Mhm Frankie we can't, I have to get home.” “I didn’t even put your band-aid on.” he lifts up to grab the band-aid off the floor, he opens the package to grab the band-aid opening up, he places it against your knee, splitting the paper, sticking against your skin, Frankie kisses your knee “You feel better now baby.” you smile at him “Yeah I do baby.” frankie stands up and  takes off your backpack off and hand it to you, taking it back and slipping it on “Aye can you let me know when you get Karvel, please.” he nods at you “I will, give it a few days.” you kiss Frankie once more “Thank you baby.” you walk to the door to the living room stopping at the front door “I’ll see you later Frankie.” “Yeah you will, but I gotta grab my bag from unc’s house.” Frankie hugs your body his arms wrapping your waist, kissing your lips “Mhmm okay now I really gotta go now.” “Just one more- mhm, one more- one more-“ you giggle against his lips “okay okay.” Frankie licks his lips “Aight I’ll see you later baby.” “Bye Frankie.”

You walk in your house, seeing your momma sitting on the couch watching good times again, your momma looks to see you, smiling “Ayee sweetie your home, how was shon-shon?” you take off your backpack setting it on the floor “It was good but I’m glad to be home, there some girls was startin’ some drama at the theater, I was tryin’ to stop them from fighting.” “Oh sweetie is that why you scrapped your knee.” “Yeah but I wanna go shower, I can take something out for dinnner for us, maybe I can help to.” your momma smiles at you “Thank you baby, can you take out the ground beef I think I’m gonna make spaghetti.” you walk to grab your backpack from the living room in to your room setting it on your bed, you walk into the kitchen to take a package of beef and putting in the fridge, you walk into your room to  grab your towel off the door, walking into the bathroom, turning on the water to wash away of what happen this morning.

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Few days later

You get a call coming from your phone coming from your room “Hello.” “Aye baby it’s me Frankie, so we gonna Karvel today, come by Jerome’s.” you nod your head through the phone “Okay baby my momma is about to leave for work, and I’ll be there.” “Aight baby see you soon.” “Bye baby.” You hang up the phone to walk in your momma’s room, she’s getting ready for work “Hey good morning baby.” “Hey momma good morning, you about to leave for work?” “Yeah I shouldn’t be out to late but with Mr.Center, you never know how late I’ll be.” you can’t stand Mr. Center, he always gave you the creeps, always touching on your momma, never keeping has hands to himself “Okay momma well I hope you have a great day momma.” “Thank you baby I’ll see you soon.” and with that your momma walks out of the house into her car and driving off. You change in to some pants and Diana Ross t-shirt, you walk to your backpack to grab your necklace out, putting it on, you put your shoes on, and walk out the house, locking it behind you. 

The cool south central air blowing against your chocolate skin, you walk a block over to see Jerome’s house walking up the porch, knocking on the door, Frankie opens the door “Come in baby.” you see Frankie wearing tan stripes shirt going across his chest with black pants, with some adidas, you  walk in seeing Lee with a black two piece with a gray undershirt and some chucks Frankie closes the door Lee stands up to give you a hug you embrace it “How you doin’ Lexi.” “I’m doin’ good Lee and how are you?” “I’m ready to get the money back.” you nod your head, pulling away you turn around to see Frankie you walk up to him, putting your arms out feeling his arms around your waist pulling you tight, you kiss his cheek, you fell them pull them in to a smile, Frankie pulls away, you kiss you on the lips feeling them on yours, “Aye y’all gotta stop.” Lee sounding disguised, Frankie pulls away “You need to start searchin’  then nigga.” you smack Frankie chest “You will find someone Lee, you’re a good person.” Frankie steps back to walk to the table in the living room to grab the gun, he tucks it under his belt putting his shirt over it “Aight let’s go.” Frankie walks to the front door opening letting Lee and you go first, Frankie closes the door behind him, you start  walking the street to Karvel’s place.

You walk down Karvel driveway seeing he bought a brand new gold cadillac with some sparkly rims “No he didn’t, there’s your money, and those rims are like 800 bucks piece.” you and Lee turn around to see Frankie looking stress “Fuckk.” he pulls the gun from his waist, walking in closer to the sliding glass door “At least his punk ass know how to get down.” looking down to see some nigga sleeping on a couch outside , Lee stops Frankie “Hey hold up. You’re ready to smoke his ass, right? ‘Cause if we take that car, he gonna hunt us down and rape our asses like a couple of bitches too.” Frankie looks at Lee then at you “Stay with me man.” Frankie walks in the house, smelling the odor coming from the house, it’s a disgusting in here, trash everywhere, party cups, and alcohol all over the place,  Frankie walks into the back room to see Karvel having sex with some girl Frankie points the gun at Karvel, he pushes the girl off of him, with his pants down, Karvel stands up you walk over to y’all taking a few step then falling down in front of you leaving him unconscious.

Taking the keys off the hook and all three of you carrying Karvel in the trunk, slamming it shut Frankie walks to the driver side, stepping inside, you and Lee get in as well, Frankie puts the gun in the glovebox and turns on the engine, “Where are we going Frankie?” “We’re gonna go see Avi, maybe he can help us with Karvel.” 

Pulling up to a driveway to tall gates blocking your view of a beautiful mansion, Frankie pushes a button on a microphone box “Who is it?” a voice calls out “It’s Franklin.” The gates open up in front of you, pulling in closer to the house, you duck your head under the window, seeing tall palm tree and a fountain in the middle off the driveway, a man walks out a with a speedo and robe on with his beer belly sticking out, a couple armed man walk out searching the area as you pull in, Frankie stops in front of Avi, turns off the engine and gets out of the car and shakes Avi hand “Franklin Saint to what I owe the pleasure?” “I was wondering if you can help us with a problem we have, I was thinking you know since he did steal your money we could make it even.” Avi laughs in front of Frankie, and calls for one of his men to get something for him, the man brings a shovel for Frankie and hands it to him “Make sure to take whoever you have in the trunk to them to the desert, the further the better you don’t want nothing to come trace by to you.” Frankie accepts the shovel and puts it in the back seat next to you, Avi pats Frankie on the back “Good boy Frankie.” Frankie gets back in the car, putting the car in reverse pulling out of the driveway onto the street driving off.

Your were in the high desert, already had the windows down feeling the Mojave heat blowing in your face closing your eyes listening to the music playing from the radio “Aye let’s roll his ass off the cliff and spilt man, let the wolves eat his ass” hearing Lee talking to Frankie “And leave his body out in the open that the most dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” “Well I don’t hear you offerin’ anything better.” you listening closely to hear banging and screaming coming from the trunk, and Frankie and Lee realize that Karvel is awake. “Oh Shit!” all three of you say, you moved over closer to the window away from the banging and the cursing coming from Karvel “We gotta pull over and deal with this shit.” “No no no we’re not far enough.” “How far we gotta be?” Lee sighs putting his head into his hand, Frankie still drives out into the desert further and further away.

Karvel is still talking shit saying thing of what he is gonna to y’all, a crowbar pokes through the fabric of the seat, making a hole, you see Lee grabbing the gun from the glovebox and firing a round at the backseat, Frankie brakes the car and puts it in park, the trunk opens up and Karvel makes a run for it, lee gets out of the car and starting shooting at Karvel and hitting him in the leg. You grab the shovel on your way out and all three start chasing Karvel tracking the blood on the ground, “How is this mothrerfucka is still alive.” Frankie sounded out of breath “I don’t know maybe he’s zombified.” Lee making a joke out of the situation you giggled “Stupid, you stupid.” Frankie looks around to see more blood on a trail “Man whatever you know he like a animal.” “Aye Lee I can’t see no more blood, where did it go?” “Nigga I don’t know.” you break away from the group to go up on a hill, spotting more blood “Aye you guys I found a trail.” Frankie and Lee walk up the hill, seeing Karvel laying up against a concrete stump coughing up his own blood, Lee hands Frankie the gun and walks towards Karvel, walking around to face him, Frankie puts the gun up with his finger on the trigger, you see karvel pleading for his life “Please.” He couldn’t do it and hands Lee the gun to do it for him, you turn around and not wanting to witness the death of Karvel, you jump at the sound when Lee shoot Karvel in the chest, you feel arms wrapping around you having you back towards Karvel and you open your eyes to see if he’s was died when Lee shoot Karvel in the head, you gasp the gun ringing in your ears and the desert. You turned around to see Karvel laying on the ground with a wound in his chest and his head, no life in his eyes, when he just was alive you can’t belive your eyes, Frankie takes the shovel away from you and starts digging, you all took turns to use shovel, when the hole was big enough to a body and deep enough too, you all drag Kravel body in the hole and start putting the dirt on top of him, covering him up.

You all pile into the car with Frankie driving back to Jerome, knowing that Frankie has to sell the car and maybe the bike to make up for Avi, he continues to drive to Jerome’s.

Making it back to the house you all get out of the car, the sun is about to set, Frankie hands Lee the keys “Follow me to the mechanic I’m gonna sell the bike and the car.” Lee nods his head and Frankie walks inside of the house to grab the bike keys and his backpack then comes back outside “Come ride with me baby.” following Frankie to the bike, turning the engine you hop on after Frankie, he pushes the kickstand up and petals back on the street, he waits for Lee getting in the car and putting the car in reverse, Frankie drives off to a body shop. He talks to a man name Junior and telling Frankie he’ll take car for eight bands and the bike for two bands, Frankie shakes his hand in agreement, he walks back in to the office to retrieve ten thousand dollars from a safe, Junior puts all of the money in Frankie backpack and shakes the man hand and walks back up to the front to hang around with Lexi and Lee.

Walking back to your house almost around the corner from it, all three of you are dusty and sweaty at the same damn time “Aye I think I’m gonna go home, I need to take a shower before my momma sees me.” you turn to Lee to do your handshake and snapping your fingers at the same time, you hug lee “See you Lexi.” nodding your head, slowly turning to Frankie, putting your arms around his neck lowering him down to your height, you kiss his lips, he pulls back “Are you gonna come by the 4th of July party?There’s gonna be fireworks.” You nod your head “Of course Frankie I’ll be there.” 

Entering your house going straight to the bathroom to wash off all the dirt and grime off your body, feelling the hot water against your skin even washing your hair, once your were all clean you step out of the shower,wrapping the towel around your body and doing your skincare, you hear the front door opening “Sweetie I’m home.”  “Hey momma I’m in the shower, I’ll be out in a sec.” you open the door, letting the stream out, you walk back into your room stuffing your clothes in your dirty hamper, you lotion your body and changing to some shorts and a t-shirt you walk back to your see your momma warming up a plate of spaghetti for you and her “ So how was your day momma?” “Ohh baby it was good, I’m just glad to be home, and how was your day too baby?” your momma hands your plate of spaghetti setting it on the table, you start eating it, realizing you haven’t ate all morning “I guess I just forgot to eat, I was hangin’ out with shon-shon I had a little snack there, so I’m still hungry.” “mhm you were at Mrs.Jones house and she didn’t feed you I should call her.” your momma stands up grab the house phone your heart is beating down on your chest, taking a deep breath trying to smooth your nerves “I didn’t want to eat anything there, because I knew I was gonna have dinner with you momma.” your momma turns to gab another plate for herself “I’m sorry baby I’m sorry I’ve been tough on you these past few days, hey I hear Jerome and Louie ar throwin’ a 4th of July party, I think it would be good for us to get out the house together.” you nodded in agreement, your momma grabs her plate and sets it on the table, and starts eating with you, you sit both in silence eating, hearing pitbulls barking outside and music playing, you finish your food and stand up, feeling your bones ache in your body you groan “Can I be excuse?” “You may.” you put your plate in the sink, walking to your momma kissing her on the cheek “Good night moma.” “Good night baby.”

Closing you door and laying on your bed, getting under the sheets, feeling the slumber washing over to dream about Frankie, he’s older, rocking a goatee on his full lips, with his muscle under a polo shirt and khakis pants, he walks up to with a large bucket of cotton candy “What ride do you wanna do next babygirl?” you grab the bucket from him putting a piece in your mouth, tasting the sweet strawberry on your lips “mhmm what about the ferris wheel?” he grabs your chin pulling you into a kiss, slipping a tongue in your mouth “What I great idea baby.” frankie grabs your hand to the wheel, he hands two tickets to enter, you enter to the cart,the worker locks you both in giving a thumbs up to the operator, starting the machine moving, you feel his hand grazing your thigh, you reach up to the top looking over the city “Wow Frankie this is beautiful.” he grabs your chin bringing you in close, you can smell the popcorn on his breath “You’re so beautiful Alexia Saint.” his lips close in on you, tasting cotton candy and popcorn on your tongue, the ride stops at the bottom the worker lets you both out he grabs your hand “Come on baby lets’s go home.”

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Thank you to everyone reading this, I’ve been goin through a lot this past month and it’s been a real struggle for me, but I can’t belive I finish chapter 4 AHHHH this is an amazing feeling and i want to keep riding on this high with this story, gurrl lexi just seen her first death👀(I can’t belive I wrote that), shit is really getting real and the next chapter I’m gonna do is the 4 of july party, so I’m really exicted about that, thank you again for reading ❤️

Love nazzy 💕