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  “Me.”

  “Well, okay. Well, you can always check back with me. Here’s my card. Again, I apologize about your father. Hopefully we’ll find him,” Detective Morrison said in a tone like he was reciting from a script as he ushered them into the lobby of the precinct. Aaliyah was happy for once that the cops didn’t seem to care about Calvin.

  Once they made it to the truck, Eron was pissed. “That’s exactly why I don’t fuck with them shady-ass niggas, dog. What type of bullshit was he on?”

  “Man, I don’t know. I guess in our case this is a good thing,” Aaliyah responded as she reclined in her seat. “Where are we headed to now?”

  Eron didn’t answer the question. He just stared at her for a couple seconds before pulling off. What am I gon’ do with her? I don’t know. But I do know that this is just the beginning.

  Four Years Later

  Buzzz. Buzzz.

  Aaliyah woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. She didn’t even look at the screen. She just answered the call. “What?”

  “What you mean what? Get ya evil ass up.”

  “Eron, what do you want? I’m tired. Where are you at anyway?” Aaliyah said, finally opening her eyes and feeling around the bed.

  “Getting to the money. You know where I’m at.”

  “Okay. So, Eron, whhhaaatt?”

  Eron just laughed because he knew that she hated to wake up. “I need you to come to work for a minute.”

  “That’s all you had to say. Where you want me to meet you at?”

  “Meet me at Mal house.”

  Aaliyah didn’t say bye, and Eron didn’t care as long as she was on the way.

  Aaliyah quickly got out of bed. Eron didn’t play when it came to getting money. He was a go-getter, and he created a go-getter in Aaliyah. She was him in woman form. He broke bread with Aaliyah. He kept money on her at all times. He taught her that whatever he gave her she should put a portion of toward her advancement. Hell, she was one of the only women who inquired about what was next professionally. It fucked him up.

  Aaliyah went to her closet, thinking about what she could throw on. Looking pretty was a must. She noticed that Eron had a Jordan box that was empty.

  “The 11s. I think I will do that too,” Aaliyah laughed, talking to herself. She knew that Eron would talk so much shit about her trying to match him.

  Aaliyah took a quick shower and got dressed. She chose some black jean shorts with a white fitted tank top. She combed her hair down and topped it off with a black Chicago Bulls snapback. Simple was about to go and make some money look.

  “Yeah, this’ll work,” Aaliyah said, looking in the mirror. Eron had made her tone it down a lot. At first, she thought she wasn’t feminine enough to wear gym shoes, but Eron brought it out of her. She could wear anything and feel sexy. Eron and Aaliyah had the type of relationship where they were able to talk like best friends, play like kids, argue like husband and wife, and protect each other like brother and sister. They could be lovers and friends all wrapped in one. Eron taught her that any woman could wear heels and have sex appeal, but if you’re sexy in simple shit, you just got that “it” factor. Don’t get it twisted though. She loved heels, too, just not too often.

  “Oh, shit!” Aaliyah said, rushing to her car only to realize that it wasn’t there. She looked at keys in her hand only to realize that they were Eron’s keys to his truck.

  Well, at least he pulled the truck out for me, Aaliyah thought as she hooked up the iPod. She turned T.I.’s Trouble Man album on full blast and made the forty-minute ride to Mal’s spot.

  Ring. Ring. Ring.

  “Yes, Eron. I am pulling up.”

  “Damn, dog, why are you taking all day?” Eron asked quizzically, standing on the porch, watching her pull up at Mal’s Detroit home. This was his block. Mal grew up down South, but he had been in Detroit since he was nine years old.

  Aaliyah hopped out of the truck, causing Eron to forget why he was mad. Damn! Eron thought, watching Aaliyah’s thick thighs rub together in her short shorts as she walked into his personal space.

  “What are you looking at?” Aaliyah asked, grabbing the brim of his matching Chicago Bulls snapback.

  “I see you tried to dress like daddy, huh? My baby is so fucking lame, dog!”

  Aaliyah stepped closer to Eron, whispering as if somebody else were there. “My baby shouldn’t hit it like he does. He always hit it so well all the time. Sometime I just want to dress like him. I even had his T-shirt on before I left home.”

  Aaliyah walked around Eron, heading into the house. “Jamal!” Aaliyah bellowed throughout the house.

  “Man, get the fuck on with that yelling shit!” Mal answered, coming from the kitchen. They had grown into a real-life brother-sister relationship.

  He wore some of the smoothest skin, which was seen on very few men. Needless to say, he was fine. To know him was to love him, unless you fucked with his family or his money. His reputation was not one that would be wise for you to test. He had the soul of a nigga from the South with heart that only one from Detroit can possess.

  “Y’all acting mean over here. Come here and give me a hug! Don’t act brand new.” Aaliyah smirked as she stuck her arms out so that Mal could walk into her church hug.

  “Man, you make me want to whoop Eron’s ass every day.”

  Mal always said the same thing. Ever since Eron told Aaliyah how Mal would always help her, she would hug him every time she saw him. The simple act of appreciation low-key let him know just how real Aaliyah was. He thought she was a beauty, not for him but all for Eron. It just took Eron a minute to take notice to the innocent beauty that was tucked away in the hood. Mal had his mind wrapped around a chick named Dior whether or not he truly wanted to admit it. But that was a whole different story.

  “All right, Liyah, break that shit up,” Eron announced, hating as always.

  “Bro, I’m not going to take your girl!” Jamal said, knowing how Eron was about Aaliyah.

  “Nigga, you can’t take my bitch!”

  Aaliyah just shook her head. This was what always happened. They would always bicker about the simplest shit.

  “Ugh! Bruh! Did you wake me up to listen to y’all argue? I could still be getting my beauty sleep.”

  “Yo’ ugly ass sure does need all the beauty rest you can get.” Jamal frowned up his face.

  Aaliyah busted out laughing. “Fuck you, nigga. Yo’ mama!”

  “I’ll be sure to tell her you said that, too.”

  Eron broke up the session. “Look, I need you to go to Dr. Brown’s office. Pick up Sam, Laura, and Rachel. He got scripts for all three. He’ll give you what I need.”

  “Okay. How much am I giving him for all three?”

  “Just give Dr. Angelo and Dr. Brown fifteen hundred dollars apiece.”

  “Why are you giving them so much?”

  Before Eron could answer, Mal jumped in. “Aye, sis, it’s simple. You take care of who takes care of you. They been looking out, and they don’t fuck with nobody but us. We always got to show our appreciation. You should hear niggas in the street having to find a new doctor to feel their scripts every month. That shit is time-consuming. Time wasted that can be spent making money. They see something in us, so we can’t do shit but respect it. Plus, they ain’t greedy. The ball is really in their court. Dr. Angelo and Dr. Brown can afford to charge us whatever they want to. They don’t do that though. They could go work for the rich people, but they want to help the hood.”

  Eron chimed in. “That’s exactly it. We just humbly looking out for who look out for us. This situation is foolproof. It’s a win-win situation.”

  “Oh, I see. That makes a lot of sense. I was just asking because I noticed that you always give him a different amount every time. Anything else you need me to do, boss?” Aaliyah said seriously. She didn’t work for Eron, but she filled in when he needed her to. It wasn’t too often, but she was there when he needed her, no questions asked.

  In
some fashion, she felt indebted to both Eron and Jamal. They never made her feel that way, but her life changed for the better when they came along. They guided and protected her like only loyal, genuine people could do. For that, if it was in her means, she would do the same for them. If it wasn’t in her means, then she would rob, steal, and/or kill to make sure they had whatever they needed. They were all the family she had.

  Eron squinted. For some reason, he was turned on. It could’ve been because Aaliyah had no problem asking questions. It could’ve been that she never passed up the opportunity to learn something. Aaliyah always did that to him at the weirdest times.

  “Aye, did you pay our last fee to graduate?” Eron was proud of Aaliyah. In a couple of days, she would be a college graduate. She was a senior in the last days of her last semester at Marygrove College, studying computer information systems. Eron made sure every bill was paid. She wanted to go to school, so he made it happen. Now she was done.

  “Yes, sir, daddy sir! All I have to do is show up on Monday!” Aaliyah replied sarcastically. Aaliyah appreciated Eron even giving a fuck because most niggas didn’t. It takes a real man to want you to succeed. Hell, it takes a real man to handle a woman with ambition. Aaliyah didn’t like how he always had to double-check to make sure she did what she said she would do though. It irritated her, like he was really trying to be her daddy. Wait! Stop! This is the same nigga who paid for shit to happen. Aaliyah had to check herself sometimes. She liked to think too damn much, and that wasn’t always a good thing. Sometimes it caused her to think up things for no reason at all.

  “Hey, I want to ask y’all something seriously,” said Aaliyah.

  Both Eron and Mal looked up.

  “What’s next? I really ask y’all to consider how smart you have to be to make some money in this competitive-ass field. But even the smart ones don’t make it out all the time.”

  “It’s just a means to an end,” said Mal. “My mama was falling short, and she needed me. I had to get out here and get it.”

  “Much like him, growing up poor makes you want to hustle,” said Eron. “Niggas don’t come into this with desires to become the next El Chapo, Big Meech, Blade Icewoods, none of the greats.”

  Aaliyah said, “Hmmm. Well, this was supposed to be a means to an end. Get in and get out. I just think you two are better than what y’all doing. You’re meant to be something great. The contribution to society is meant to be of infinite greatness. I’m just asking y’all to consider what’s next. No, scratch that. Y’all need to pick a goal and work toward it. You get me?”

  “Yeah, no argument from me, Aaliyah,” said Mal.

  “Aye, Mal, run to the store for me right quick. I’ll be ready to handle that when you get back, bro,” said Eron.

  Mal chuckled. “Yeah, all right, bro. I’ll be back.”

  Aaliyah smacked her lips. She was confused. She figured Eron was mad about something she said or did. He never wanted to argue in front of anybody, including Jamal. He would either pull Aaliyah away from the crowd, ask the people to leave, or wait until later. If he didn’t wait then, that meant he was pissed the fuck off. What the fuck is going on here?

  Eron watched as Mal grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

  Eron looked back at Aaliyah sternly. “Get the fuck up and go in the bathroom! Take that shit off on the way. You got me fucked up. How you gon’ be caring about a nigga like that?”

  Aaliyah looked at Eron like he was crazy. She let out a sigh of relief. But she was confused. Was he angry because she gave a fuck about his growth as a man? He looked almost possessed though. She was stunned. Aaliyah wasn’t sure how to feel. She was kind of scared yet turned on. Eron had a way of turning her on at the most bizarre times.

  Eron knew that he was taking it too far. He couldn’t help himself though. He had to remember that her beginnings were rough. Eron never wanted Aaliyah to feel uncomfortable or unsafe when he was around. He watched Aaliyah get up, relieving her body of her clothes. By the time she was on her feet, all she was wearing was a black lace Victoria’s Secret bra, which covered her brown breasts, and lace “barely there” boy shorts, which her ass ate up when she started walking toward Eron.

  “Damn, girl!” Eron exclaimed. That hard exterior melted seeing Aaliyah in such a state. She was vulnerable to him, and he loved it. He met her halfway. As soon as Eron got up on her, she turned around, attempting to walk away. Eron wrapped her weave around his fingers roughly.

  “Where the fuck do you think you are going?” Eron asked, accentuating every word. He began pulling her head back so that it was now lying on his shoulder. He didn’t even give her a chance to answer the question before his lips took her lips hostage, like he was trying to suck the money out of them. The passion that Aaliyah felt from Eron’s kiss left her speechless. His tongue was fighting hers in a sensual love match.

  “Um, um, um, ummm,” Aaliyah moaned breathlessly. She couldn’t hide the effect that Eron had on her even if she tried. Eron pushed her body off of him, bending her over with one hand and ripping her panties off with other hand.

  “Shit!” Aaliyah felt a little piece of her skin rip at her waistline where he tore at her panties. Even that small amount of pain fed into her horny state of mind. Before she knew it, Eron was on his knees behind her, spreading her ass cheeks apart and licking from top to bottom.

  “Um. Shit!” Eron began moaning hopelessly into her ass.

  Aaliyah’s ass was definitely a weak spot for her. She loved it smacked, played with, rubbed, and licked. She was feeling faint. Eron was rubbing her clit and licking her asshole. He began sticking his tongue in and out like it was his dick in Aaliyah’s pussy. He kept pulling her ass cheeks apart and letting them go, making them slap him in his face. Eron used his hands to knead and massage her ass.

  “Sssss. Oh yeah, daddy, just like that.” Eron followed those instructions to the letter. His mouth and fingers switched locations. He latched on to Aaliyah’s clit softly yet firmly. Eron sucked her clit in and out of his mouth. He then went to the rest of her pussy, not wanting it to feel neglected. He slid his tongue all around the lips and inner lips that made up her pussy. Aaliyah began rubbing her clit.

  Eron jumped back. “Move your fucking hands. I can make my pussy cum.”

  “I know, baby. I just—”

  Before Aaliyah could finish her thought, Eron used his mouth to latch on to her clit, pulling it into his mouth, using his tongue to gently caress her love button. And just like that, he had her cumming in a matter of seconds.

  “Shiiittt!” Aaliyah literally felt every single ounce of energy leave her body along with her womanly fluid. Eron felt her body go limp, so he wrapped his arm around her waist in an effort to hold her. He didn’t let up on her clit though. He sucked on it like he was drinking from a straw and trying to get the last little bit of juice from the bottom of a cup.

  “Okay. Okay. Okay. I can’t take it anymore. Please just put it in. I need it.”

  “What the fuck is ‘it’? I don’t know what the fuck that is! Tell me exactly what you me to do to you!”

  “Shit, Eron, I want you to take that big-ass dick and shove it my pussy!”

  “Wait. Whose pussy is it?”

  “It’s your pussy! It’s your pussy. Now please put me out of my misery.”

  Eron immediately stopped leaning up to push his dick in one quick thrust.

  “Shit.” Aaliyah was losing her mind. She began throwing the pussy on him relentlessly. She grabbed each ass cheek with her hands. Eron loved to see Aaliyah in this position because her hands were so small and her ass was so fat. He loved the contrast. It was so sexy. Then he had to look at the contrast between Aaliyah’s waist and her ass. Eron could wrap both hands around her waist and his hands would touch.

  “Damn, baby, just like that.” Eron was in a state of euphoria. Once he got behind all of Aaliyah’s fat ass, he lost it every time. It never failed. It was now her show. He had to bow out gracefully and let her take the
lead in this position. Eron thought her pussy was the best on the planet. Even though he would fuck bitches from time to time, what they had never did amount to the gold that Aaliyah held in between her legs. It was always wet, and it gripped him tight immediately on arrival. He was in love with the fact that he was her only, besides the incident with her bitch-ass daddy. It was loyal pussy. That’s what Eron loved the most.

  “Ohhh I love this big-ass dick!”

  “I know you do!” Eron smirked. He pulled her ass checks apart, making them jiggle and wiggle everywhere. “All this ass. Damn!” He licked his hand, smacking each cheek. He looked up at the sky and starting meeting Aaliyah’s shots back. Thrust for thrust. Stroke for stroke. It was a match made in heaven.

  “Umm. Eron, you are going to make me cum again.”

  “That’s what daddy wants. I’m always gon’ make this pussy cum before I get mines,” Eron groaned. He had to put those legs in the air. He pulled out of the pussy unwillingly, turning Aaliyah around and placing her on the couch with her legs to the ceiling. He dived straight in the pussy with Aaliyah’s legs pushed back to her shoulders. He yanked her socks off her feet and began sucking and licking on her toes. Eron was never into feet before he met Aaliyah. He loved the fact that she took care of her feet winter, summer, spring, and fall. Now, he wasn’t right if Aaliyah’s feet were not on him. He needed them to sleep comfortably. Eron didn’t even want Aaliyah in the bed with socks on her feet.

  Aaliyah started to shake her head left and right, arching her back and moaning Eron’s name over and over. “Eron, Eron, Eronnnnn!” Eron would never fully understand what Aaliyah felt when they were intimate. He never disappointed her. He took her to new heights every time. She was always left dizzy with Eron’s love. Aaliyah was sure that not everybody was fortunate enough to experience orgasms and love with such a strong force.

  That was all it took. Eron pulled his dick out of Aaliyah’s wet pussy vise grip.

  “Here. Catch it!”

  Aaliyah leaned forward with her mouth wide open. She engulfed his dick in her mouth. Eron’s dick tickled her tonsils. She began bobbing up and down on his dick recklessly, yet not one tooth touched his dick. Spit and slobber covered his dick.