Among Us

By Christiana Harrell

Fabian Russell is a hard working man, who has achieved the American Dream, minus the kids, but he is about to marry the love of his life Leslie Williams, who is a part of a powerful family that protects their family name.

Marcus Owens, a pimp by accident with a loyal bottom bitch and dollars for days, who wants nothing more than to stack his paper, but has a weakness for young tender women with pretty faces.

Patrick Mason, a smooth talking pretty boy who thinks he has the world and women all figured out until he meets Nicole, the woman who is determined to make him the man he never wanted to be.

Three Men.

The women who obsess over them and love them.

One Secret.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 4, 2012
• ISBN: 9781300160878

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Among Us

Among Us

Christiana Harrell

Copyright

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Copyright © 2012 Christiana Harrell

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Dedication:

To my partner, you gave me the idea for this book and all you asked me to do was to bring it to life and after all you’ve done in my life, this was the least I could to. I love you.

The Pimp

Mercedes walked into the room wearing only a thong, showing off her thick frame that was two hamburgers away from fat. Mercedes was Marcus’ number one girl. She had been down for him for the last eight years and she loved him, although she knew he’d never love her back the way she wanted, because of the life they led. She worshipped the ground that he walked on no matter how many times he had gone upside her head, disrespected her, or chose other women over her. She had been called stupid numerous times by her friends and family, who didn’t agree with her profession or lifestyle, but as far as she was concerned, he was all she had. She was his first trick and she planned on being his last. Her hopes of a bigger and brighter future with Marcus couldn’t ne destroyed by anyone.

Mercedes held her cell phone in her hand and walked over to him. Marcus, Pumpkin said she was just robbed.

Marcus poured himself a drink and responded, Bitch what I told you about calling me by my government name? Marcus said with a frustrated look on his face.

Marcus was tall, dark, and handsome. He had full lips and dimples in each cheek. His hair was faded and his jawline and chin was neatly lined with hair. His smile alone could get a woman out of her panties and he knew it. He looked up at Mercedes, sitting in only a t-shirt and boxers.

Mercedes rolled her eyes and held the phone out to Marcus, feeling as though she had earned her right to call him Marcus and/or Money, which is what the streets knew him by. Will you just take the damn phone?

Bitch, you doing too mother fucking much. There are a lot of hoes waiting to be in your spot. Marcus snatched the phone from Mercedes and placed it on his ear. Where you at? He asked Pumpkin.

Pumpkin sniffed and her voice cracked. I’m sitting in an alley.

You were robbed in an alley? What were you doing?

I was giving a John some head.

What I told you about that out in public shit?

I know Money but─

Shut the fuck up! How much did he take?

Three hundred.

Bitch, you been out all fucking day and all you had was three hundred dollars on you?

Money, I had to bring some cash to my girls.

Hoes and excuses. You know how I feel about excuses. I’m sending Mercedes to get you. Marcus hung up the phone. Mercedes, bring your fat ass in here.

Yes, Money.

Go get your tired ass friend Pumpkin. She thinks I’m fucking stupid. Let me find out you two hoes are pocketing my money behind my back. Last week it was last minute bills. This week she was robbed. I’m smarter than all you dumb bitches. That’s why you need me, so don’t try me.

Mercedes let Marcus’ words roll off her shoulders like she always did. She was used to his tantrums by now. The other chick I was telling you about is here. You want me to bring her in before I go?Yeah, do that.

Yes Money. She walked out rolling her eyes.

A tall woman, wearing jeans, and a sweater walked into Marcus’ room. Her face was innocent and her boy shook with nerves as she stepped in slowly with her head looking at the floor. She had cat shaped eyes and high cheek bones. This woman could have easily been a model. Marcus wondered what she was doing in his place looking for a way to make money, when men would fall at her feet and hand over their entire world just from her looks.

What’s your name beautiful? he asked.

Catherine.

Mmm. Where are you from, Catherine?

Kansas.

Catherine from Kansas. You’re a long way from home baby girl. What are you doing in the Big Apple? New York, I mean.

I came here to pursue modeling.

And you ended up here?

Well, I’m kind of at the end of my rope. I left school… I don’t have a work history… so no one will hire me without any experience… my parents are pissed at me for leaving school…. Catherine rambled.

By school you mean college, right? he asked in an attempt to be sure she was of consenting age.

Yes, she nodded.

Marcus looked her up and down and licked his lips at her tempting frame. This ain’t no walk in the park baby girl.

I know.

Marcus stood from his chair, walking in a circle around Catherine. He grabbed her ass and she jumped at his touch.

It’s okay. I don’t bite, baby, he said, continuing to caress her backside.

Catherine still stood nervously in the same spot she stopped in when she walked in. She took a deep breath and exhaled as Marcus continued to grope her.

Take this off, Marcus tugged at her sweater.

She slowly pulled her sweater over her head and stood shaking.

Looks like you need to relax. Marcus walked over to his chair to retrieve the drink he was sipping on before Mercedes interrupted him with a phone call. Throw this back, fast.

Catherine did as she was told.

Good girl, he said. Marcus unsnapped her bra and she allowed it to drop to the floor.  You have beautiful skin. he said, running his hand down her arm.

Thank you, she whispered.

Take off your bottoms, he commanded.

Again Catherine obeyed.

Mercedes will have to take you shopping and we have to do something about this pony tail. You’ll also need a name. He took another look at her and admired her complexion. I think I’ll call you Cinnamon. Marcus stepped back and shut off the light. It was time to test out his new employee. She’d either realize she wasn’t about that life and run, or let him have his way and jump on his payroll. Marcus removed his shirt and walked up behind her, pushing his chest into her back and grabbing her pussy from behind. She was instantly wet and ready to play. He slid his finger into her pussy and his eyes rolled back because she was so tight. He thought to himself that he almost didn’t want to share ─ but he’d never mess with his money. Perhaps it was just time to replace Mercedes old, played out ass as his bottom bitch and number one money maker, because the boys were sure to go crazy over this pussy.

The Player

It was a new day and it was time for Patrick to do his routine before starting his work day. He called Verronise first. Verronise was his ghetto chick. She always kept her hair tight. Every time he saw her she had a different design on her nails and feet. Vee could roll a blunt better than any nigga he knew and ma was a straight up freak too. She never rode his back about other bitches or petty bullshit either. She wanted Patrick to come through later, but first he had to rearrange some things.

He called Melissa next. Melissa was his white girl and his brain. When he needed shit done like his taxes or false documents to keep getting all the free shit he got from the government that was who he contacted. When numbers got twisted he called on her to get them right and make sense of it all. She catered to Patrick: back rubs, foot rubs, baths, and dinners ─ whatever he wanted. He never lifted a finger when he was in her presence. She had long brunette hair to the middle of her back, and she was thick for a white chick. She didn’t have much street or common sense, but there was nothing she couldn’t quote from a book.

Then there was Kim. He never had to call Kim, because she always called him first, every day like clockwork at the same time. Kim was his stuck up, model chick. She was also the sister of his best friend’s girlfriend, Leslie. Kim was his best kept secret since a woman like her would never usually go for a man like him ─ basically broke. He didn’t have much to offer her, because she required more than the average woman, but he fucked her in every position possible. She had honey brown skin and her hair was always tight.