Page 62 of The Ninth

I danced in the seat while yelling songs out the window. He stayed laid back, driving with one hand while bopping his head. It was a nice ass day, I look good as fuck, my pussy was sucked dry by my shorty, let’s have a timeeee!

Juan had to pull up on some niggas that be running for him. Because I was with him, he didn’t get out the car and he always kept his gun in his hand. Each of them were handing him two rolls every single time he pulled up on one of them. He instructed me to put one in the glove compartment and the other in my purse. Each time. Between him and the club the other night, a bitch was sitting pretty.

One nigga was extremely short. I believe Juan would’ve been laxed about it if the nigga wasn’t talking strong to hide how nervous he was. Juan looked at me. I adjusted myself in my seat after seeing how fine this nigga looks pissed off. I winked at him once before he placed his gun in my lap, stepping out the car.

“Lock these doors, Cassie.”

When his shut, I did exactly that. I held the gun in my hand how he taught me. I watched as he screamed in shorty’s face before stealing him in his shit. Juan beat the nigga so bad, he had blood splatter on his white tee. One of his homeboys nicely asked Juan to stop, that they’ll come up with it. This man reached in his waistband before realizing I had his gun. That calmed him down. He gave that nigga five hours to rob somebody, a bank, something. He got back in the car, snatching his shirt off.

“Sorry you had to see that.”

I put the gun back into his lap, “Do what you have to do, baby.”

While out riding, we stopped at the corn man and got a cup of elote plus a cold ass drink. I fed both of us as he drove through the streets. His hand rested on my thigh. The wind blew. The sun was out, beaming. Damnnnn, I love being with him!

We stopped at Twist’s house. He said he was just with one other of Juan’s niggas, so I got out and came in with him. The nigga was running his mouth but stopped when I stepped in before Juan. “Gahhhhdamn!” he yelled out. Juan stepped up behind me quickly, gripping half my waist in one of his hands.

“Aw. My fault, G.”

Twist laughed as Juan sat down, sitting me onto his lap. He handed me a cooler while handing Juan a backwood. After Juan popped it open, I moaned as the Jamaican Me Happy slid down my throat. His homeboy stared at me the entire time.

Twist smiled, “You look goooood, sis! Where the fuck yo fine ass cousin at, folks?!”

“She been getting a tour of Chicago from someone else, why you lackin!” I laughed.

“I’ma catch up with her. She don’t want no broke nigga.”

I cackled, “I don’t know, he spent a bag they first date.”

“Then I’ma spend a bigger bag, foo!”

I chuckled as he and Juan started talking about the nigga he had to beat up. He also asked Juan did he hear about so-and-so dying. K3...

I felt uneasy, laying back against his chest while drinking. I have to tell Liv about this shit. I can’t have just anybody in that club; I don’t care how rich they are.

After an hour, Juan and I left wrapped around each other. We went to some bar outside of the city he know of. He laughed for ten minutes after I accused him of a bitch showing it to him. The both of us got tipsy as fuck while also feeding each other little appetizers. What A Night by DJ Nate came on. My drunk ass went right back to them days at the rink.

Pressing Juan against the bar, I immediately put my back against him, rolling my hips. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, leaning back and watching my stomach roll. His hand dipped into my shorts, rubbing on my pussy in front of everyone in the no name bar.

I leaned forward, grinding, rubbing, and bouncing my ass right on that hard ass dick. When I came back up, he dumped a shot into my mouth before I rolled to the floor, rising slowly.

“Yeah, let me getcho lil ass home. I got something for you...”

I laughed loudly as he threw me over his shoulder, walking out with me. He was definitely tipsy the way he was smacking on my ass and grabbing it in front of everyone. I might not be able to make it to the crib!

On the way back in the city, he pulled over by railroad tracks to take a call. I leaned against the door while seeing doubles and waiting for him to finish. When he got back in, I stopped him from putting the car in drive.

“Let me shoot your gun.”

“HECKY NAW!”

I cackled, “COME ONNNNN. I’VE NEVER SHOT ONE BEFORE!”

“Cassie, you’re inebriated. I’m inebriated. It’s dark. Hell naw.”

I pouted, crossing my arms. He chuckled and tried to pull them apart, but I held my mothafucking ground! Finally, he sighed and turned the high beams on.

“Come on, brat.”