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  R.I.C.O.

  C. J. Hudson

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Epilogue

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  Chapter 1

  Sunny wasn’t a fool. She wasn’t stupid by any stretch of the imagination. At 20 years old, she knew all too well what her father did for a living. The construction company he owned was a good front, but selling kilos of cocaine and bundles of heroin was how he’d amassed his immense wealth.

  In her father’s eyes, Sunny could do no wrong. She was the apple of his eye, and because of it, none of the young men in the neighborhood would come near her. They’d all heard the stories, some fabricated, some true, about how vicious he could be when it came to his first seed. He was very protective of her, which, to Sunny, turned out to be a blessing and a curse. It was a blessing because she didn’t have to worry about anyone fucking with her. It was a curse because no one would fuck with her, especially the young men.

  At an age when her hormones had taken over, and her body had matured faster than her father would like, Sunny desperately wanted some male attention. Her sexual urges were increasing by the day, and she didn’t know how much longer she could ward them off. Luckily for her, one young man threw caution to the wind. His name was Jamaal. For three months, he’d noticed how other young men steered clear of her. He’d also taken notice of how her body had filled out, and he couldn’t wait to rub his horny little mitts all over it. Because he was new to the area, he hadn’t yet fully heard about Sunny’s father’s reputation. All he’d been told was not to fuck around with the young lady with the golden tanned skin. When he asked why, all he was told was, “because her daddy be on some other shit.”

  Jamaal shrugged it off, figuring that if he didn’t mistreat the young lady, he would have nothing to fear from her father. It had been only two weeks since Sunny and Jamaal had started seeing each other, so he was more than surprised when she suggested that he come over to her house. Because he had a car, there would be no problem for him to get there. Like any other horny male trying to get a nut without getting his head blown off, Jamaal was leery of going to her house that time of day, but, as usual, lust won out over common sense.

  Is the coast clear? he texted her as he parked ten houses down.

  Nigga, the coast been clear. Bring yo’ scary ass on.

  Jamaal smiled as he subconsciously tugged at his crotch. He couldn’t wait to dig into Sunny’s juicy middle. Conquering her would cause his reputation in the streets to soar. He would be “the man.” He thought about leaving his car where it was currently parked but decided to move closer to her house. That way, if her father came home suddenly, he could make a run for it. After slowly driving past her house, he hit a U-turn and parked a few houses down. For a few seconds, he just sat there, nodding his head to Lil Wayne’s hit song “Lollipop.” He smiled as he thought about the sexual positions he was going to put Sunny in. Jamaal was so turned on that when he got out of the car, his dick poked out like a javelin. As Sunny had told him to do, Jamaal went to the side door of the garage and let himself in. After taking a few steps inside of the garage, Jamaal froze. The young man nearly pissed himself when he looked up and found himself staring directly into the lens of a security camera. He was just about to turn around and haul ass when another door on the other side of the garage opened.

  “Nigga, come on,” Sunny told him, peeking out the door. Jamaal looked at the camera, then back at Sunny. “What?” she asked, following the trail of his eyes. “Nigga, I turned that shit off as soon as my father left. Bring yo’ ass on in here.”

  His sense of fear now gone, Jamaal confidently strolled toward the door, giving the camera the finger on the way there.

  “Don’t get cocky, muthafucka,” Sunny said.

  Jamaal shrugged. “You said that the camera was off, right? Fuck it.”

  Once Jamaal was inside, Sunny led him to a large, black, leather sofa in the basement. His eyes were glued to her thick ass as she walked in front of him. If he didn’t know any better, he would have sworn that it had gotten bigger since they’d met.

  After taking a seat on the couch, Jamaal looked around and marveled at a few of the nice things they had. Hanging on the wall directly across from the sofa was a seventy-inch Sony big-screen television. Sitting on each side of it were two six-foot speakers. Jamaal could only imagine how loud it was down there when the volume was on full blast. He looked to his left and noticed a picture hanging on the wall. An older man, who Jamaal presumed to be Sunny’s father, was smiling and had his arms wrapped tightly around an attractive female. Jamaal figured her to be Sunny’s mother. Interested, he got up and walked over to it.

  “Your parents?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  Something odd then occurred to Jamaal. “You know, sometimes you talk about your father, but you never talk about your mother. Why is that?”

  Sunny glared at him for a few seconds before speaking. “Look, nigga, are you here to play Twenty Questions about my parents, or are you here to fuck?”

  “Damn, ma, my bad,” he said, sliding back down next to her.

  Truth be told, he really didn’t give a damn about her parents one way or the other. He was just nosy.

  As soon as his ass hit the seat, Sunny was all over him. Placing her hand on his thigh, she leaned over and began kissing him passionately. After squeezing his thigh a few times, she let her hand slide up to his crotch. Although Sunny had never actually had sex before, she had played with a dildo once or twice, so she wasn’t afraid of the pain that most times accompanied virgins. Jamaal was mildly shocked by her aggressiveness,
but he quickly recovered and took charge.

  As Sunny squeezed and massaged his dick through his sweatpants, Jamaal undid the drawstring. When they were loose enough, he pulled them down so that his dick would pop out. In his opinion, Sunny was acting like a real freak, so Jamaal decided to raise the stakes. He removed his lips from hers and whispered in her ear, “Hey, you wanna suck my dick?”

  Sunny froze. She hadn’t expected him to ask her to do that. She wasn’t mad. She’d just never sucked a real live dick before. Practicing giving head on dildos was one thing but sucking on some real human meat was something different altogether. With her hand wrapped around his dick, she pulled back a little.

  “You want me to do what?”

  “I . . . uh . . . I mean . . . never mind,” Jamaal said, thinking that he’d gone too far.

  The last thing he wanted to do was piss her off and have to leave with blue balls. He leaned in to kiss her again but was stopped by her hand on his chest. She looked into his eyes and then down at his rock-hard dick. It looked so good to her.

  It had never crossed her mind to give him a blow job, but now that she’d been presented with that option, she was seriously considering it. She stroked it a few times and felt it throb in her palm. Her pussy, already moist, became super wet. Sunny looked back up at him and smiled devilishly. Softly biting her bottom lip, she glanced at his pole one last time before lowering her head down to his crotch. She stopped just inches above his dick head. Lewd thoughts rushed through her head as she licked her lips.

  If I’m gonna do this shit, I might as well go all the way, she reasoned.

  “Oh my God, that feels so fuckin’ good,” Jamaal moaned as her lips wrapped tightly around his member. Just like she had on the dildo, young Sunny bobbed her head up and down. Her father would break her neck if he knew what his sweet, precious daughter was doing in his basement. Jamaal placed his hand on top of her head. He heard her gag as he pumped in and out of her mouth. Although Sunny was enjoying sucking dick, she was ready to be penetrated. She reached up and grabbed Jamaal’s wrist to stop him from forcing her head up and down. She then got up from the couch and took off her shorts. Jamaal’s smile widened when he saw her vagina.

  “Got a condom?” she asked, eyebrows raised. As horny as she was, she wasn’t about to have unprotected sex with him. Jamaal, on the other hand, wanted to feel every piece of her body. That was why he purposely didn’t bring one. He was hoping that she would want him enough to forgo using one.

  “Nah, I forgot to stop and get one,” he lied. But Sunny was one step ahead of him. She reached down on the floor and picked up her shorts. Reaching into the right pocket, she pulled out a Trojan.

  “Here, slick-ass nigga. Put it on.”

  Disappointment spread across Jamaal’s face. He wanted nothing more than to feel Sunny’s sweet walls. She crossed her arms and waited while he rolled it onto his dick. When he was done, she straddled him, reached down, and grabbed his meat. Just as she was getting ready to insert it into her young, virgin hole, she heard the front door open and close.

  “Oh shit, my father’s here,” she half-yelled, half-whispered.

  “What? What the fuck you mean your father’s here? I thought you said that he wouldn’t be back until like five o’clock.”

  Sunny looked at him as if he were crazy.

  “Nigga, apparently, I was wrong. What, you gonna hang around here and ask him why he’s home so soon, or are you gonna do the smart thing and get the fuck outta here?”

  Jamaal didn’t have to be told twice. As badly as he wanted to dig into Sunny’s goodness, it wasn’t worth dying for. As soon as he put on his clothes, he bolted out the same door he came in and headed for his car. He was so nervous, he nearly tripped over his own feet on the way there. Once inside his vehicle, Jamaal wasted little time gunning the engine and heading down the street.

  “Fuck,” he screamed at the top of his lungs. He was so close to getting that pussy, he could still smell it.

  Meanwhile, Sunny, worried about how her father would react if he caught her in the house with the young man, grabbed her cell phone, and headed straight for a closet. She didn’t go anywhere without her cell phone, so if her father saw it, it would be a dead giveaway. She hadn’t seen her father go into this particular closet in nearly a year and prayed to God that there wasn’t any reason for him to go in it today. No sooner had she gotten settled in it, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. She did her best to keep extremely still, knowing that she would be in deep shit if he caught her. When Sunny heard her father talking, she realized that he wasn’t alone.

  A few minutes later, she heard her father go back upstairs. As soon as he was gone, the man who had come in with him pulled out his cell phone and made a call. Being the nosy teenager that she was, Sunny strained her ears, trying to hear what he was saying. She couldn’t hear everything, but the little she did hear could have a catastrophic effect on her life, but the decision she had to make was an easy one.

  * * *

  Detective Anthony Warren sat in the passenger’s seat of a black government-issued Crown Victoria munching on a slice of pizza. This was the day he’d been waiting for. He was about to make the biggest bust in his life, and his mood reflected his enthusiasm. His partner, however, Detective Harold Little, didn’t share his conviction. In his opinion, the bust needed to be set up for several more weeks.

  In his partner’s zeal to become captain of the precinct, he was determined to bring down the biggest dope dealer in the city. The acting captain was only six months from retirement. The mayor would have to name a successor soon. Even though Detective Warren was younger than his coworkers, everyone in the department knew that he was the logical choice to be the next captain. Outside of the mayor, no one else knew that the only reason Warren was being fast-tracked was because of who his father was.

  “What the fuck is your problem?” Warren asked, chomping down on another bite of pizza.

  “I just don’t know if this is the way to go about this, man. In my opinion—”

  “I don’t remember asking you for your fuckin’ opinion,” Warren spat, cutting his partner off.

  Little’s jaw clenched. Although the two of them worked together, he wasn’t particularly fond of Warren. Actually, he couldn’t stand him. “Well, I’m going to give it to you anyway. In my opinion, this bust feels like it’s rushed.”

  “Rushed? What the fuck do you mean it feels rushed? Let me tell you something, Harold. This fuckin’ scumbag has been selling poison to the neighborhood for the last ten-plus years. In two days, his ass is going down. It’s time for his black-ass chickens to come home to roost.”

  Little glared at Warren. It was rumored around the precinct that he was a borderline racist. Now that Little thought about it, there were times when Warren would make sly comments about people of color. At the time, he took the comments in stride, feeling that his partner was just trying to lighten the mood. But now, he saw that he’d been terribly mistaken. His partner was, in fact, a prejudiced man.

  Warren saw the fire in his partner’s eyes and backed off. “Look, partner, I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. I was just—”

  “Don’t worry about it. As soon as you finish your food, we’ll put the final nail in this dude’s coffin. You’re right. It’s time for his black-ass chickens to come home to roost,” Little said sarcastically.

  Chapter 2

  Darnell McCord sat in his high-rise office, leaned back in his leather high-back chair, and with his eyes closed, his toes curled inside of his shoes, a low moan emitted from his throat as a brown-skinned honey took his manhood deep into her mouth. She was practically sucking the skin off his dick. He’d only planned on coming to the office to sign a few documents and go over some paperwork. Once he got there, however, a surprise awaited him. The wife of a man he’d recently fired was in his office. Her husband’s source of income was all they had coming into their household. Losing his job would devastate their family. She’d trie
d to get him to go to his boss and beg for his job back, but he’d refused. His stubbornness had left her no choice but to take matters into her own hands. As soon as he left that morning to look for another job, she made her way over to the offices of McCord Construction.

  “Your husband was caught sleeping on the job. That is something I am not going to tolerate,” he’d told her.

  “I understand, sir. But if you look at his work record, I’m sure that you can agree that he has been a model employee. He comes here every single day and works his ass off for you. How many workers do you have that have perfect attendance like my husband? Not many, I’m sure.”

  Darnell didn’t have the heart to tell her that her husband had occasionally used some of his vacation days to take off from work. He knew from one of his many sources that whenever her husband did this, it was because he was posted up in a cheap motel fucking her sister. They would often meet at some time in the afternoon and screw the day away. Darnell really didn’t give a shit as long as when he was at work, he did his job. But he wasn’t going to pay his workers to sleep on his time.

  “What’s your name?” Darnell asked.

  “Theresa.”

  “Look, Theresa, I’m sorry, but if I let your husband get away with sleeping on the job, everyone else is going to think that they can get away with that bullshit. It makes me look weak and soft as shit. Your husband is just going to have to learn a lesson from this. Have a nice day,” he said, turning his back to her.

  As he stared out of the window, he closed his eyes and fantasized. His dick grew hard as he thought about the voluptuous woman. He wasn’t surprised at her actions, though. It wasn’t the first time that a woman had visited him on behalf of her spouse, and more than likely, it wouldn’t be the last. Darnell knew just how this would play out, so he waited patiently. It didn’t take long for the woman to walk around his desk to try to negotiate.