Charmed By A Steel City Hustler
Chapter 8 — First Love Never Dies

Caesar:

The music was jumping in Club Calypso tonight. I wasn't a big fan of reggae or island beats, but this club was an exception. Nise said she was meeting a new client here and to come through. I hated doing business in loud public places. I didn't really want to see her.

Nise refused discuss anything over the phone with me. Nise was a brown skin beauty standing at five feet five inches and weighing a nice buck sixty-two. She always had her hair pinned up in a dancer bun with bangs coming down. Nise took dance lessons as a child but never capitalized on it as she went into the family legacy.

I stand by my decision to end our relationship. On account her being my competition, and a hired fucking gun. Her dad and brothers were heavily in the drug game, and they made her an enforcer. That was bitch made shit to me. Nise had dreams to get away from her family curse and be better. She dove in headfirst and rose up the ranks quick. She was a natural born leader and had great instincts. Those were the reasons that I fell in love with her. I knew how this life could get and would never forgive myself if something happened to her.

"Caesar Nevels, it's been a while. I was surprised you called to throw me some business. We both know you were never a fan of my profession."

I turned to the right, and there she stood in all her beautiful glory. Nise was wearing a red dress that flared out at her knees. Her signature bun was in and make-up flawless. I peered down at her feet and toes were sexiest as ever. Nise was the only female that could say, I sucked every part of her damn body every time we had sex.

"Cease, pick your bottom lip up. This floor is nasty as hell. So, what are you drinking? E&J straight, double, no ice, right?"

"Yeah, that's correct, and it was my partners' decision to bring you in on this. I prefer not to fuck with out of towners," I said with more attitude then needed. Nise still had a strong pull over me, and she knew it. I put up a wall of hostility toward her, but she saw right through it. She ordered our drinks and waved me over to a booth in the back area.

We sat down across from each other and began to get down to business. She scoffed at the mention of Darryl's name, and that had me curious. Nise rarely did business in this state, so how did he rub her the wrong way.

"Cease I'm going to have to pass on this opportunity. Darryl and I got history, and you taught me the hard way about mixing business with pleasure."

I threw my drink back as she poured another one into her shot glass. Why the fuck did she order us drinks if the waiter was going to leave the bottle anyway. I had no issues with Darryl whatsoever. Him having any history with Nise was going to irk the fuck out of me. I needed to respond but how and not seem jealous. She beat me to the punch and spoke up first.

"Oh, wow that is a look I have not seen in seven years. Concern for my well-being? No wait that is jealousy ha. Put your dick back into those Gucci briefs Cease. This ain't that type of party. I will deal with Darryl under one condition. We go out on a date."

"What! Yo, Nise I did not come here to play games with you."

She was reveling in the fact that I was curious about her funky love life. I had a few regular randoms that I knocked down every so often, but no main chick. I was a committed man to one woman regardless of my profession. Nise had been the only female that exceeded my standards and gave me a challenge. That sleeping around shit became exhausting after a while. I went to respond and saw a muzzle flash in the corner of my eye. I grabbed Nise by the shoulder forcing her down into the booth.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Gunshots unloaded into the nightclub. I was ducked down in the booth pulling my strap from my ankle. This was the last time I ever came to this joint again. Nise had looked my way, and we locked eyes briefly signaling what to do. We had been in this situation before, but it had been years. I looked from under the tablecloth and shot at the legs of a shooter facing us. He went down, and I climbed from under the table crawling to a nearby wall standing up. I stood up and begin returning fire, and a few bullets whizzed past my head. This shit was crazy as hell, and nothing felt random about this shooting. I didn't have too many enemies that were bold enough to come at me in public like this. Nise didn't do business in the city as far as I knew.

This shit was someone else's problem, had to be. I looked back at the fucked-up booth. Nise let off a few rounds and was ready to get up. I saw several other partygoers firing at the assailants as well. There was a total of over five. Naw, this shit was chaos at its best.

Nise ran to my side, and I pulled her behind the wall. She yelled out as I looked to see her right arm bleeding. I fired off two more shots than scooped her up bridal style. We head to the main exit with her still letting off shots. I know her aim was off with a bullet in her shooting arm.

The exit door we came out of was right behind the valet section. I was happy as hell that valet was the only way I parked at night clubs. My truck was parked less than twenty feet from us. I hit the automatic button from my pocket, and the engine roared to life. I put Nise in the front passenger seat and jogged over to jump in the driver side.

"This shit is insane! Yo, what the fuck is going on, Nise? Those fools were not gunning for me," I yelled as I flew through a red light to get onto the parkway. I looked over, and Nise had torn off the bottom part of the dress in a rushed fashion. She used it as a tourniquet to slow the bleeding. The cell phone was in her hand dialing out. Multitasking with a wounded arm and bullets flying at her ass. Nise had not changed at all. If anything, she was more dangerous now. "Quavo, I'm hit, and that jerk never showed up. Aagh, in the arm. No, I'll be fine. I'm with a friend. Bro, hit up daddy and see what the fuck this was and get back to me. You know what? That is none of your business, punk. Bye."

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Nise hung her phone up and laid back in the seat. Quavo was her oldest brother and the most dangerous guy. He took her safety very serious and protested her getting into the street business as well. Their father overruled him along with the other brothers. I got along with him the most because he saw her as a woman just like me, and not an asset.

"Q says hi and that the doctor will meet us at your house. That is where you are taking me to right?"

"No, I was just going drop you off in the parking lot of the nearest hospital," I rebutted and shook my head. There was never a dull moment with Nise in my damn life. This woman was going to be the death of me whether we were together or

not.

***

"That ought to do it, Denise. I had to stitch up Quaymar a few weeks ago. I tell ya you guys keep me in business. I do not want to be calling a time of death on any of you. Do you understand me?"

Doc Magoo stated as he finished her stitches and wrapped her arm up. Magoo had been around since anybody could remember. He was a local celebrity physician back in the day. Doc lost his license when it was discovered that he was writing illegal scripts to the underworld elite.

Those stuffy ass white people were happy as hell to tear down a prestigious black man. Simply because he challenged their power. I stood to shake his hand and see him to the door. Nise had been quiet since she hung up the phone in the car. I had never known her to be quiet longer than twenty minutes.

I walked back into the living room, and she was staring out the window in a pair of my old basketball shorts and white tank. I grabbed two glasses and filled them up with crown royal that was the nearest bottle within reach. Pushing the glass into her shoulder to bring her back to reality she smiled up at me.

"Thanks, Cease I appreciate it. I will be out of your hair in a few hours. Q is going to pick me up."

"Nise you are not going any damn where until I get some answers."

My tone was stern and final. I had just been shot at in a good old fashion set up format. There was no rhyme or reason for it. If she thought that this was to be going swept under the carpet. Nise had another thing coming, and it would not be pretty.

Nise threw the drink back and sat the glass down. She took both her hands and rubbed them down my chest. Her hands were soft as hell on my skin. That old electrifying feeling went down my chest. Nise knew how to distract my mind from the current events and focus on pleasing her only.

Nise moved in closer and put that slippery ass tongue to my neck, and I jumped back a step. I would be lying if I said fucking her did not cross my mind tonight. She stopped her movements and looked up at me with those doe eyes, and I saw the hurt in them. The only other time she had that look was the night I broke things off.

"We can fuck. But after I'm done beating that pussy out the frame. You are going to tell me everything. Now drop down and let me see what that mouth do?"

"Yes, King Caesar, I promise to always obey."

That line we used while role-playing was the ignition. I picked her up in one motion and crashed my lips against hers walking us over to my chaise chair. Nise was tugging at my pants and dropped them quickly. She fell to her knees and began to put down that famous head game. Nise was a damn animal in the sack and no woman compared to her.

"Oh shit! Fuck yeah swallow that dick babe."

Nise was bobbing on my rod for dear life and cradling my balls at the same damn time. I felt my nut rising and wasn't ready to bust yet. I had to slide up that tight wet pussy of hers. I pulled at her head watched a mixture of saliva, precum and my dick fall from those pouty lips. That was a beautiful site and made me want to propose to her right now.

Nise was nasty as hell and had no problem sucking up every last drop. She was the only woman I ever slept with that never tapped out and was into Dominatrix lifestyle. I never questioned it because that shit was a turn on and kept a fool faithful among other things. My dick was at attention as she stood up and climbed on the couch to assume the position. We never used protection in all our years together or apart. One of those bonds that never needed to be spoken on. "Ooohhh my shiiit Ceeeaasse! Mmmmm, I missed this dick."

Nise said as I glided into her sopping wet cove from the back. Her pussy welcomed a real fool home by farting and squirting down my sack. I gripped her hips as she began to buck back and forth. My baby was zoned out as she arched her back working her body in unison with my deep strokes.

Sex with Nise was a mind blowing event and I was always focued on her during. This time my mind wondered to what was really going on. I knew Nise like the foreskin on the top of my dick. She was in trouble and would die before asking for help.

I felt my nut rising and was not ready to bust. I turned my focus back on her and pulled out. Nise gasped and turned over with that lazy grin and pulled me down between her legs. I shook my head and sat down placing her in my lap to ride. Nise spread her legs and did a split on my dick and started popping that ass up and down.

The perks of fucking a ballerina, they were flexible as hell. I put Nise into a human pretzel one and the shit was amazing. Nise pulled her pussy up to the tip of my dick and slid a bit. Then back up to the tip and fell to the base. Her inner pussy muscles flexed and that creamy white cum rained down my crotch area.

"Fuck Nise you still got the number one pussy baby."