Tamed: Wisdom&Dog(prequel to UNTAMED) - Ashon Thadon (the top 100 crime novels of all time .TXT) 📗

but he felt he had enough of her presence. They had arrived at the hotel around 3 a.m. and he pounded on her ass for like an hour and a half. He almost had the girl saying ‘I love you’ the way he had her in all position screaming his name like it was the only word she knew. If Wisdom was known for anything, just like his father, besides his gift of gab, he had superb dick game. He put females to sleep. Tonight was no exception. After the sexcapades Wisdom put on her, Ebony was out like a light.

Wisdom ran his fingers through the rotating waves that made up his Caesar and pondered what he was going to do today. All he knew he wanted to be out before shorty in the room woke up. He hated having to say goodbyes and since she was just a one night jump-off, he didn’t want to have to make up an excuse to not give her his cell number.

Wisdom quietly got dressed. His red silk skirt was a little wrinkled but it didn’t matter. He was going to head straight home anyway. He had to shower before he hit the block to get more conquest.

Ebony let out a soft moan then turned on her side. Wisdom wiped his brow. He knew it would have gotten awkward if Ebony woke up and saw him tippy toeing out the room she paid the whole night for. Wisdom knew when to bow out gracefully. Once he closed the hotel room’s door behind him, he breathed a sigh of relief. He wished he could stop living this way. It was getting tiring being with girl after girl and nothing to show for it but a wet dick and a few new outfits. He was starting to feel a prostitute or something.

Once outside the hotel, Wisdom pulled out his cell phone to dial one of his friends to pick him up. He had ridden to the club with his boys, Jaheim, aka Jay Money, and Lil’ Tone, but left with home girl in her car. He needed a ride home. Jay picked up on the first ring.

“You already tapped that pussy,” was Jay’s greeting.

“Do you even have to ask?” Wisdom assured his partner.

“So what you call me for? She wanted a ménage a trios?” Jay inquired half laughing.

“Nah, you pervert,” Wisdom responded. “I need a pickup so come get me.”

“I ain’t no taxi service,” Jay remarked. “Get one of you cronies to pick you up. Ha-ha!”

“Yo, Dog, I know you aren’t playing me,” Wisdom said walking across the street from the hotel. “That is if you still want me to hook you up with Stacy’s sister.”

Jay straightened up real fast. He had been trying to get at Sheila Long for the longest. When he found out the Mack don, Wisdom Sinsare, was already being intimate with her older sister, he practically begged Wisdom to hook him up. Wisdom had him.

“Aight, nigga,” Jay gave in. “Where you at?”

Wisdom gave him the address and Jay said he was on his way. Wisdom looked at his watch and waited at the corner for his friend. His cell phone started ringing as soon as he put it in his pocket. Wisdom looked at the screen on his Motorola phone to see the number displayed before he answered.

“Whassup, baby,” Wisdom said.

“Nothing much,” his main fling, Queen, said on the other end. “Missing my boo.”

“Me, too,” Wisdom stated. “You know I got to come get some of Queen.”

Wisdom could hear Queen blushing on the phone. He knew he had her. That’s was Wisdom’s style. Mostly it was love ‘em, or better yet hump ‘em, and leave ‘em. But if you turn out to be an asset, he kept you around until he ran out of use for you. Queen happened to be the sister of Amari Street, of Industreet Records. Amari Street was well known in the music industry as well as the hood. He was a big player in what went down in either genre. So if you good with him, you was set. Queen didn’t really deal with her brother like that. She hated the Street name she carried because with its privileges came its disappointment. No guy wanted to be with her because of what her last name was. That was until Wisdom showed up. Wisdom let anyone know in a minute, he was a lover not a fighter but he could hold his own. Amari Street heard about Wisdom’s reputation and wanted someone better for his sister but he was willing to let it slide in the meantime.

“What you doing?” Queen asked as she turned over on her stomach in the bed she was laying on twirling the phone cord in her fingers.

“You know me. Chasing this money train,” Wisdom said as he stood at the corner looking around for Jay’s Toyota Camry to show up.

“Yeah, I bet. You mean that pussy train,” Queen corrected.

Queen also heard about Wisdom’s reputation but still thought he was a good guy to hang around with. Plus he was one of the finest man she ever met. Sure, she met a lot of celebrities due to her brother’s dealings in the industry but none of them excited. Wisdom always offered something nobody else could.

“That hurts,” Wisdom said playing insulted.

“Yeah, yeah. When you picking me up?” Queen inquired, getting right to the point.

“We still on for tomorrow night,” Wisdom assured. “You know I’m not missing you in that new Chanel dress you brought.”

“You so crazy,” Queen laughed. “Talk to you later.”

The screen on his phone indicated the call had ended. Wisdom put the phone back in his pocket as Jay came speeding around the curb.

“Get your Casanova ass in,” Jay said as Wisdom opened the passenger side door to get in.

‘She still up there?” Jay asked as Wisdom fastened his seat belt.

“Yeah. Why?” Wisdom wondered.

“I mean if you don’t want her, let a brother…”Jay let his statement linger.

“If you want to go up there, be my guest,” Wisdom suggested. “But think about this. She already going to be pissed I left. She going to think you playing her like a hoe because you want sloppy seconds. Then on top of that, she just got to be with the quarterback and you come in like a third string replacement, not only is she going to call the cops, she going to beat you down and try to have you locked up or committed for the rest of your life. But if you still want to, by all means.”

“Fuck you,” Jay said starting the engine and driving off. “Where to? Home, your Majesty.”

“Thank you, Jeeves,” Wisdom said leaning back in the passenger seat.

“I need to know how you be getting these women,” Jay said. “I mean come on, I figured once I got into this little block business, honies would see I’m making bread and holler at the kid.”

“It’s not about money all the time,” Wisdom stated. “It’s confidence. Somebody use money to make them confident but all it balls down to confidence. A Shabba Ranks looking motherfucker can bag the hottest shorty if he thinks he could.”

“Bullshit!” Jay exclaimed.

“Trust me,” Wisdom said looking at his friend.

“Yeah okay,” Jay shrugged. “Anyway, after I drop you off, I got to see the boss man.”

“Problems?” Wisdom asked concerned.

“Hope not for my sake,” Jay stated.

 

 

 

Xavier tossed his Pelle Pelle yellow jacket on the side revealing the nice chromed Glock.17 he had in the back waistline of his jeans. That sight always turned Shaquana on. She loved a street thug to the core. All her brothers and cousins were in the drug game but none of them could match with Xavier's status.

"Go in the kitchen and make me a sandwich," he ordered with his back still to her. Shaquana literally jumped off the couch to handle his request. She loved it when a man bossed her around. That was also a turn on.

One of her little sons, Jaquan, came out to of the bedroom to see Xavier flop on the couch with remote in hand.

"Hey, Dame," Jaquan said and ran over to the couch to give him a hug.

"Whassup, little man," Xavier replied returning the hug and patting the side of the couch for the little boy to sit on.

Although the streets only knew Xavier as Dog, he felt good to have someone call him by the name he use to go. Xavier would only let Jaquan call him that. Jaquan reminded Xavier of his little brother just a lighter complexion. Xavier's brother, Damon, died a few years back and Xavier was never the same after that. But Jaquan reminded Xavier of the innocence Damon once had, so he told Jaquan to call him 'Dame'.

"What's going on? How is school?" Xavier began his line of questioning.

"Okay, no more trouble," Jaquan responded.

Jaquan had been getting in trouble in school since the first day he got there. He was having fights with the other second graders and being a real bully. He already had gotten suspended. When Xavier got wind of it, he gave Jaquan a stern talking to and a harsh spanking. Jaquan's father tried to intervene but Xavier shot down his request real fast. Xavier told the father that if he called himself taking control of the situation and Jaquan acted up again, Xavier would personally come to him and put him on 'timeout', Jaquan's father wanted no parts of the Dog so he stepped back and let Xavier do his thing. After that, Shaquana was in love with her Brooklyn thug.

Her other son, Cardinal, was thirteen and already though he was grown because his father was supposed to be a heavy drug dealer in the Bronx. He use to always say fresh words out his mouth around Xavier and thought he could get away with it. His father, Luis Cardinal Verez, was a member of the Latin Kings and very respected. Verez had dealt with Shaquana on a one night stand tip and she got pregnant. Verez didn’t want his son at first but grew to deal with him. But he still couldn’t tolerate Shaquana who was always in his pocket for money. Verez use to beat her up first then give her the money after like a constellation prize. Shaquana was very young and took the abuse for a long time until she met Jaquan's father, Jaquin. Jaquin started taking care of her through his illegal dealings and Verez would just come get his son, Cardinal, when he felt like it. When Jaquin left the picture for another woman because he stated Shaquana was getting old but still young in her ways, Shaquana was stuck because Verez didn’t want nothing to do with her and wouldn’t even gave her money because now his son was old enough to get it from him.

Shaquana Littles wasn't a bad female to look at. At thirty, she still had all her curves in the right place. She had what people would call 'ghetto booty'. Her behind was nice and round and made a nice ensemble to go with her shapely thighs. Her chest size was a nice 36 Double Dee and her waist size was small. She still had all the assets to pull in any man she wanted but she wanted thugs and fast money. She tried to date what she called 'square pegs' which were mostly guys that had jobs but weren't making the kind of money she was accustomed to seeing. She got tired of that scene real fast and was a nervous wreck because all she knew was how to be arm candy for some baller. She didn't really have no job skills only bedroom skills. She was at her wit's end. She never wanted to be a poor single mother depending on regular checks every week or even a welfare mom. She believed her pussy was the key to her success and as long as she had and knew who to use it, she can