Page 19 of Bullet

"Baby, you got me harder than a bitch. We need to go like now."

She smiled and stood to her feet. Crystal removed her red thong and then took her place on my lap again. "We don't have to leave just yet." She stuffed my mouth with her thong, then unbuckled my belt and removed my hard dick. I bit down on her thong as she took her time and slid down my dick. "I've been cravin' yo' fine ass all night. There wasn't a chance in hell I was gonna wait until we made it home. You like this freaky shit, don't you?" she questioned, bouncing her ass on me. I nodded adamantly. She giggled. "I know you do." Crystal's freaky ass licked up my neck until our mouths met.

Fuck, she had my ass gone. I'd never fucked in a room full of people before, so I loved I got to experience it with her. Crystal squeezed her pussy muscles, and I tensed from the immense pressure.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Bulley. I missed riding your dick." She gripped the sides of my throat and fucked me harder.

My hands gripped her ass cheeks, and I pumped harder and quicker in her as well. Tonight went better than I could ever plan. Every bounce on my lap made my nut rise quicker. There was also no way I could cum before her. I gripped the back of her neck and snatched her to me. The taste of her essence on her thong marinated on my tongue as I fucked her like my life depended on it. Before I knew it, both of us came like dogs inheat. My body worked overtime to bring her thick ass pleasure, and it was a job I'd spend the rest of my life doing.

I groanedin my sleep and felt around for my ringing phone. Bulley's big body was still glued to mine, and he made it impossible to grab onto my phone, but I found it. I was tired from helping my mama clean out the storage unit on the compound grounds these past couple of days. My shoulders were sore, and my lower back ached. All I wanted to do was to turn on my side and fall back to sleep, but that seemed impossible. My phone continued to ring because I missed the slide bar. I got it together and focused through my squinted, tired eyes.

"Hello," I voiced in a groggy tone. Mama's tearful voice filled my ears, and I perked up at Pop Pop's name. I sat up abruptly. "Mama, what's wrong?"

Bulley stirred in his sleep before sitting up. "What's wrong, baby?" He kissed the top of my exposed collarbone.

"One second, baby." I focused back on my mama's sobbing voice. They needed me to come to the hospital. It appeared Pop Pop wouldn't make it through the night. "I'll be right there." I ended our call and faced Bulley. "That was my mama. I have to go to the hospital. It looks like Pop Pop won't make it through the night."

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby. Take the truck. I got Clear. Let me know if you need me, and I'll be there."

"Thank you for your support, love. I'll keep you updated." We shared a deep kiss before I swiftly dressed and then rushed out.

My tears kept me company as I drove to the hospital. It was dark out and chilly; my music played low, and all I thought about were the fond memories we shared. Waking up with him every day, sitting on his floor while he held meetings, dinnertime, and family vacations, helped me to see the side of him that his business couldn't. Pop Pop had to be strong and a shark. That's why he'd achieved such greatness. To me, he was just Pop Pop, one of the best grandpas ever. Our issues didn't arise until Bullet and I started to mess around. Even then, though, he wasn't as mean and nasty as my daddy.

I sniffled. This was the hardest loss I know for a fact that I'd ever experienced. I'm grateful I had Bulley in my corner because I was sure there would be murky waters ahead. I turned into the hospital's parking lot and used the meter to prepay for my parking spot. When I was set, I took the elevator into the hospital before switching elevators to his private wing. I walked in, everyone was there, and I was the last one to arrive. Mybrothers and parents gathered around his bed, and Marshawn and Tyrese made room for me so I could see Pop Pop.

He removed the oxygen mask from his face tiredly, and his chest rose as he took short, quick breaths. "Th-there's, my Cry-Crystal Ball. I-I wish we had mo-more time. I ju-just want you to kn-know I love you, and I'm so-sorry I sent you away. It br-broke my he-heart every day," Pop Pop stammered.

"Shh," I quieted him. "There's no need to apologize. You made the best decision for you all at the time. I hold no grudges. I'm just not ready for you to leave me, Pop Pop. I want to show Clear all the cool things you showed me in life. Can you hold on a little longer to see her grow up, please?" I questioned as I wept. He wasn't gon yet, but to know that he would breathe his last breath any minute killed me.

Pop Pop tried to raise his hand but couldn't, so I raised it for him and placed it on my cheek. He'd always caressed my cheek when I was a little girl. "I'm tired, Cry-Crystal Ball. Yo-Your grandma is ready for me, and I'm rea-ready to see my sw-sweetheart again."

His eyes looked away from me into the corner of the room, and he smiled softly at the wall. There was a faraway look in his eyes. I didn't know if he reminisced on their memories or not. He blinked and slightly nodded before he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His head slowly fell to the side, and he didn't move anymore after that.

"Pop Pop! Pop Pop! Wake up!" I cried and gently shook his shoulder. He didn't move, and I broke down. "No! No! Come back. Come back, Grandpa!" I sobbed harder.

My brothers grabbed me and wrapped me in a tight hug as I mourned one of my favorite people in the world. They guided me over to a seat where Mama and I held each other and watched as his medical team entered the room. They checked his pulse and wrote down the time of his death. I placed my head in my lap andcried. That was all I could do. My heart was broken yet again. How do I heal from here?

A week had passed, and I'd gone through the motions. The only thing I knew for certain throughout my day was that Pop Pop was gone. I sat front-row at his funeral with Clear on my lap and Bulley right behind me. Holding my baby girl gave me the strength I needed to endure this nightmare day. My eyes roamed over his white and gold casket. Pop Pop looked like money as he rested peacefully in his all-white suit. He was dapper from head to toe. His favorite gold Cuban link chain, bracelet, and rings adorned his body. He went out the boss that we all knew him to be.

Bulley's strong hands massaged my shoulders, and I exhaled. I was so glad he was here in this moment. I'd already warned my dad and brothers, and they promised to be cool since it was Pop Pop's funeral. I wasn't worried about Bulley. There was no doubt in my mind that he could take care of himself. It was my family's lives I feared for. My baby was quick with his gun. No one was faster, and seeing that he was on our property, surrounded by my family, his Ruger was strapped to him.

My tears ran down my face as the funeral staff removed his flower arrangement from the closed half of his casket and then lowered the opened part. Pop Pop's handsome face was gone, and it was goodbye as we knew it. Minutes later, we were directed out of the church and into the backseat of our family limousine. Mama, Bulley, Clear, and I rode in one car, and my brothers and my daddy rode in the other limo. I laid on Bulley and sobbed as the scenery of town shifted into tall trees and the cemetery came into view. That was all I could do.

The sky was gloomy, and the misty rain coated the windows. Birds flew past, and I sniffled, trying to pull myself together. It was hard. I loved that man. Mama sniffles filled my ear as she held onto Clear's little hand. She looked at both of us with no real understanding of why we were hurt. One day, she'd understand.

Minutes later, our limo came to a halt, and we were helped out of the car. The cold wind swept by, bringing more misty rain with it, but I felt numb to it. I'm just grateful that Bulley dressed her warmly on this chilly and windy day. We walked up the small hill and down to our family burial plot. All Views were buried here, except me. I loved my family, but if Bulley and I got married, then I wanted to be wherever he was. The rest of our family showed up, and we stood behind the hole that Pop Pop would be lowered in.

My tears continued to fall, and I lifted my shades to wipe my eyes and face. I couldn't wait until today was over. My heart ached, and it felt like it wouldn't stop. The funeral undertaker read one more passage over Pop Pop's casket that brought tears to my eyes. Every word in that passage described Pop Pop to the fullest. Bulley held Clear and firmly gripped my hand, and I sobbed on his arm as they lowered him into the ground. My Pop Pop was gone. Gone, and he would never be back.

The rest of the day moved by, and the repast was in full swing. I talked and mingled with relatives I hadn't seen in years. They were all fascinated with Clear and Bulley as well. My female cousins huddled in circles and conversed about how fine and big he was. I didn't let it get to me, though. They already knew not to play with me.

I looked up at Bulley. "Baby, I'm ready to go."

His brows merged. "Are you sure? I don't want you to rush away from your family during this sad time."

"I'm sure, my love. My eyes and feet hurt, and I just want a bath and to relax."

He leaned down and kissed my lips. "That's a job for me to handle. Come on, let's go." Bulley walked away to get our things as I headed to my old bedroom to get Clear. She was worn out from the day.

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