Love and a Gangsta by Erick Gray Read Free Book Online Page A

couldn’t keep a secret for shit, even when I told her to keep quiet about me being back.
    The very next day, my cousin Greasy called the apartment. America picked up and when she heard Greasy on the other end, her facial expression did not look too pleasing. She handed me the phone with a sigh.
    “It’s Greasy. How did he get this number anyway?”
    “Hello…”
    “What’s up, cuz. Why you ain’t tell anyone that you were getting out?”
    “Greasy man… What’s good?”
    “You, my nigga… Yo, where you at right now? Greasy wanna come by and scoop you up,” he said.
    America was close by, listening to my conversation. He was so loud you’d think he was on speakerphone.
    “Right now is not a good, Greasy.”
    “How ‘bout tonight? There’s a jump-off on Hillside. The crew’s gonna be up in there. Soul, you need to come through. We missed you, man.”
    “I missed y’all. I’m gonna have to take a rain check on that. I’m chillin’ with America.”

    “Damn, Soul, can’t she let you off the leash for one night? We family, cuz.”
    “You ain’t change one bit.”
    “Soul, you know how Greasy get down, pussy and makin’ that gwap. I spoke to Mega the other day too… You know he’s doing his thing and he took over shop while Rahmel’s been locked down. He’s doing it big.”
    “Yeah, I heard that.”
    I glanced at America and she had a look of impatience waiting for me to get off the phone. She walked up to me, pulled me slightly in her grip, and whispered in my other ear, “I’ll be in the bathroom, getting things ready for us. Hurry up, baby.”
    “Ahight,” I answered watching her walk away. “Damn…” I muttered.
    Greasy always ran his mouth. I was happy to hear from my cousin again, but I was horny once more and America was waiting for me. I promised Greasy to link up with him over the weekend. I was still making up for lost time after being absent from her for so long. When I hung up, I smiled. It was good to hear Greasy’s voice again, but then I cursed myself for forgetting to ask him what he did to my car.
    I walked into the bathroom, and America had everything set up romantically. She was patiently waiting for me while lounging in the bathtub that was filled with bubbles and soothing warm water. Candles lit the room faintly and America stared at me with a seductive smile.
    “You know the drill,” she said, raising her leg out the water, and running her hand up and down her thigh.
    “Damn baby, you ain’t playing,” I said, quickly getting out of my clothes. I got butt naked and slowly climbed into the tub and nestled against my boo.
    Half-hour later, we both were still in the bathtub becoming wrinkled. America had her arms around me with her back against the tub, massaging my chest with her fingertips, with my back slightly pressed against her tits. It was such a serene moment, that I didn’t want to get up from between her legs. The candles still burned dimly.
    “You know, I was thinking,” America uttered, breaking the silence in
the bathroom.
    “What’s that baby?”
    “Why don’t you come with me to the studio tomorrow night?”
    Her fingers still gently rubbed against my chest and I had my eyes closed enjoying her touch.
    “That’s you.”
    “And… You got talent, Omar. I know Kendal won’t mind.”
    “This Kendal, how did y’all meet?”
    “Through a mutual friend from work.”
    “Is that so?”
    “I already know what you’re thinking, Omar.”
    “I didn’t say a word.”
    “We’re just friends and do good business together. He looks out.”
    “I don’t trust the nigga.”
    “You never met him before. What are you saying?”
    “I’m saying, if a nigga is giving you free sessions in the studio, and you ain’t even coming out of your pocket for that loot, he’s after one thing,” I hinted.
    “Every man is not trying to fuck me, Omar. He’s a friend,” she assured me.
    “Ahight, whatever… Have you seen yourself in the mirror, baby you