by T J Edwards
“Baby. Baby. Ah, son. Fuck!” she screamed. “Aww, fuck! Don’t cum in me! Don’t cum in me! Please, Juanito!” She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as her as rolled to the back of her head.
The maid ran out but stopped in her tracks with her hand over her mouth. “Ay, dios mio!”
“Kiss me, Debra! Un. Un. Kiss my fucking lips. Now!” I hollered, piping her down. Her juices were dripping from my balls. I could feel her walls vibrating and sucking at me.
I leaned forward and kissed her lips. I felt all the tingling shoot to the head of my dick. I slammed into her repeatedly until I came all over her belly, breasts, and pussy. I fell on top of her, breathing heavily.
She sat up and exhaled. “Yo’ father gon’ kill you if he ever finds out about this. Do you want that money in cash or wired?”
I was a street nigga, so of course I chose the cash.
Chapter 7
I got the three million dollars in cash from her three days later at seven in the morning. She showed up at my house with two duffle bags, dropping them on the floor right in the living room. “Here you go, son. Go and get your paper right. The world can never respect a broke man. I know you ain’t trying to be in the way, are you?”
I shook my head. “Hell n’all. You know better than that.” She smiled.
“I want my money back in thirty days. Never burn a bridge that you’ll need to travel back across. I place my faith in you. I’ll see you soon.” She stepped forward and kissed both of my cheeks and got ready to walk away. I grabbed her lil’ ass to me and cuffed her ass that was encased inside of a Dolce and Gabbana black shirt. Brought my lips to her and tongued her ass down for a full two minutes. By the time I stepped back, we were both breathing hard.
“I got you, ma. I’ll see you as soon as I get right. That’s my word.” She wiped her lips with her right thumb and made her way out of my crib. Her skirt was so tight that I could make out the roundness of her ass. It looked so good that I wanted to lick up and down it.
I closed the door behind her and peeked out of the window. Her driver opened the back door to her limo before she got inside of it. Seconds later, the stretch Navigator pulled away from the curb.
I turned around to see Tori standing in the dinning room with her hand on her with her eyebrow raised damn near to her hair line. “Damn, that bitch just came all into our crib and you tongued her ass down. I thought y’all was finna fuck right there on the carpet. What’s all that about?” she asked, stepping into the living room. “I thought that was Tristian’s mother.”
“I don’t give a fuck who mother it is. That bitch just dropped me off three million dollars. I’m about to hit the ground running. I got a trick for that nigga, Wetto. Watch this shit.” She swallowed, as I knelt down and reached into the bag of money.
“That’s cool and all baby, but I can’t help but feel a little disrespected by what I just saw. I mean it was a whole ‘nother ass woman in our crib sucking and kissing all over you. That’s pissing me off.” She balled her hands into fists.
“Tori, fall back lil’ one. Like I said, that bitch just dropped me off three million dollars. If you got down like that, then I’d be kissing you instead and there would be no reason for me to put my tongue in her. I ain’t trying to hear all that whiny shit right now. Take yo’ ass in the room and let me do my thing out here. Word up. Go.” I pointed to the back of the house. She shook her head.
“Fuck that, Showbiz! I’m feeling some type of way. I got your baby inside of me now and I deserve a little bit more respect then what you are accustomed to rendering unto me. I ain’t some weak bitch. I just submit to you because I love your crazy ass. Now I ain’t like what I just saw. Don’t bring them bitches to our home. That’s that!” she snapped.
I stood up and turned around to face her. “Who the fuck you think you talking too, bitch? This is my muthafucking house. I’ll bring whoever I wanna bring up into this muthafucka. You being pregnant don’t change shit. Fuck you thought this was?” She frowned and looked up at me.
“Nigga, I’m not scared of you. You think just because I keep my tongue to myself that I’m afraid. Nigga, please. I daddy this and daddy that because it’s important that I play a role for your ego. Don’t mistake the role I play in this movie you’re starring in to be that of my real character because it ain’t. Ain’t nothing you can do to me that I can’t do to you, nigga.”
I swung and smacked her with my right so hard, she flew into the wall and bounced off of it. “Bitch! I’ll kill you in this muthafucka. Don’t you ever poke yo’ chest out at me!”
She bounced off of the carpet and ran into my face, punching me in the nose and bussing my shit. Then she had the nerve to kick me in the nuts. “You ain’t gon’ put yo’ hands on me and think I ain’t gon’ fight yo’ ass back. I’m from Gary, Indiana. We get it in.”
She started to attack me by swinging her arms wildly. Her fists bounced off my head and face, fucking me up. I stumbled backward with my nuts in my lower abs. I tried to catch my breath, but Tori kept coming like a maniac. I couldn’t believe she had that much heart. It shocked the shit out of me.
I fell on my back and threw my guards up. I was waiting for my balls to drop again. They acted like they were on the run from her crazy ass. Jealousy was a muthafucka, I see. She straddled me and continued to rain down her fists.
“You not gon’ do me like you did Punkin. I’ll kill you first. I love you too much, Showbiz. I’m your baby mother now!” She slipped a punch through my guards and bussed me in the nose again. Blood gushed out of it right away. That was it. I humped and threw her off of me. Grabbed a handful of her hair and smacked her across the face five quick times.
“Bitch. You. Think. This. Shit. Is. A. Game?” I threw her ass to the carpet and got on top of her. Grabbing her by the throat and choking the shit out of her.
“Ack! Ack! Stop!” She kicked her legs wildly. Her eyes were wide open, turning redder and redder.
I laid my cheek against hers. “Bitch, don’t you know I’ll kill yo’ punk ass, huh? You fucking wit’ a monster. I’ll leave you dead right here on this carpet if I didn’t care about you and respect how you just came at me.” I squeezed harder and harder, digging my nails into her skin and everything. I wanted that shit to hurt and bleed. I was hoping my nails left scars. I wanted her to remember how close she’d come to death fucking wit’ me.
The kicking of her legs grew weaker and weaker, until they barely kicked at all. Her face turned bright red. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head before the lids of her eyes closed. I continued to choke her watching her strain in the face. I waited until she stopped moving before I sat back on my haunches.
I wiped the blood from my nose and put it on the white beater she wore on top of her white bikini cut panties. I looked down on her, breathing hard. I could make out her belly under her shirt. It looked like a small cantaloupe. Her arms were stretched out at her sides.
I hollered into her face. “You see what happens when you fuck wit ‘a nigga like me. Bitch. I can take yo’ life whenever I want to. You’re lucky to be alive. I don’t need you, you need me.” I rocked back and forth, as the blood dripped out of my nostrils.
Her face was starting to turn blue and swell up. I got to thinking about how good of a woman she was. How she’d gone against her whole family for me. She took great care of Maine when he was alive, making sure I stayed in his life despite the naggin’ from Ebony. She was always kind and supportive of me. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that she had my back against all odds and that she loved me unconditionally.
Maybe I had been bogus for letting Debra step into her home and put her lips on me. I should have had more respect for a woman like Tori. I saw that now. Even through my addiction, she had stood by me and held me down. Shit was getting real in the streets for me. I needed her. She was the only real love I had outside of my mother. I started to do CPR on her right away, blowing into her mouth and giving her chest compressions.
“One, two, three, four.”
I blew into her mouth again and watched her chest heave upward, before descending. Suddenly, I didn’t want her to die. I needed her to stay alive. I needed her by my side. I wished I hadn’t gone so over board. I cursed my horrendous temper. I applied more chest compressions.
“Come on Tori, baby. Don’t die! Daddy need you, lil’ mama.”
I pinched her nose and blew into her mouth again, before following the same routine of CPR. I’d taken the course one summer when I was fourteen-years old when my father sent me and my brothers off to the Boy Scouts of America. I remembered back then thinking that learning that technique was dumb and a waste of time.
I wanted to go swimming, play basketball, or on a scavenger hunts in the woods. I didn’t like the counselors made us pair off in the gym to take the CPR class. But now I was thankful for it. I blew into her mouth for the sixth time and surrendered so much air into her that I grew light-headed.
She jerked two times, then started to cough harshly. “Uh-a! Uh-a! Uh-a!” She hacked a loogey and spit it on the carpet, before rolling to her side and coughing even harder. “You son of a bitch! You could have killed me!” She hacked, holding her throat.
I knelt down and forced her into my embrace, holding her as tight as I could. “Baby, I’m sorry. I swear to God I am. I love you so fucking much. I’ll never do that again. I promise.” I rocked back and forth with her, feeling the tears sting my eyes. I was going to try as hard as I could to never take our fights to that level of abuse again. I had almost lost her and I never wanted to do that.
She cried in my arms. “Showbiz, you ever do that shit to me again, I’m gon’ find a way to kill you. On everything I love. I’m gon’ take your life. Just love me, damn, without all that extra bullshit! Is that so hard?” she cried.
“Nah, ma, it ain’t. I’ma do my best, bae. You hear me? I know you got my shorty in there. I was bogus and I know it.”
***
Later that same night, I took one million dollars of the cash that I’d gotten from Debra and sat it in front of Veeto. We were at his crib out in West Queens, New York. There was a bottle of Patron on top of the table along side of the money and two ounces of heroin. He sat across from me with his eyes low and powder residue on his upper lip. He nodded in and out, then pulled on his nose. His attic felt stuffy and almost swamp-like.
“Yo son, that’s a million dollars right there kid. For that million I ain’t gon’ have no other choice other than to give you the Savage Package.” He separated another line of heroin, and got it ready to be tooted.
I was already fucked up. I’d shot two grams of Vega heroin into my veins before I’d arrived at his crib. I was lifted and feelin’ like killing somethin’. “Yo, what is the Savage Package, kid?” He finished the line and sat back in his seat after grabbing the bottle of Patron.
“Nigga, I know you’re a lil’ turnt off by Bloods right now, but don’t let that perturb you from the ones out here in Queens. Especially not the ones that run under me. We’re a different tribe with different values and beliefs. Them Harlem niggas are foul anyway. You should have known that. I mean no disrespect to you and all, but that Savage Package gets you two of my hit squads. Niggas I’ve assembled that are about that life on every level when it comes to this murder shit. Real Bloods that love seeing nigga’s bleed. Nah’ mean?”
He took a long swallow of the drank. “In addition to the savages, I’ma load you up with as much weaponry as you need to take care of your business. I got the low down on that fuck nigga Wetto’s people. As crazy as it may sound, one of my baby mother’s is cousin to his main bitch. But I don’t fuck wit her people like that, so I don’t care what happens to her.
The nigga ducked off out there in Manhattan. He got a nice lil’ crib. You know how niggas do. They stay out in the burbs, but come back to their stomping grounds to fuck the community up. Me and the nigga on smooth terms. He just hit my phone about three hours ago asking me if I wanted to try some of his new work. This the shit I’m tooting right now. Had I known it was the shit he’d hit you for, I would have never indulged. But it’s too late now.” He sat back in his chair and closed his eyes.
“How many niggas in each squad?” I asked, grabbing the bottle of Patron and drinking out of it. I needed to know what I was getting for my money.
“Eight niggas in each squad. Sixteen altogether. All would be taking orders straight from you because they are loyal to me and I’m the one that feed their families. You dig me? You’ll have full control of them for three months. That means that anything you say goes.”
That’s how it works out in New York. There was always some major nigga calling shots from a far that was the head of groups of killers. I didn’t give a fuck if you were red or blue, or one of the deadly Spanish gangs, if you were plugged, you ran under some nigga who called the shots over you.
And when it came down to the nitty gritty, you had a nigga like me that came along that was able to rent killers to follow my every command. I had never been apart of the equation before, but due to the fact that I was a Blood nigga, I could have been. I needed these dudes. I had a bunch of business to handle and I couldn’t handle none of that shit without a bunch of certified head bussers around me.
“Yo, I’ma fuck wit’ you. Make sure you align me with straight lunatics that’s gon’ listen and pay attention. You handle that and we got a deal. Huh?” I pushed the bag of money across the table at him.
He grabbed it, and set it on the floor. “I got mad love for you kid. On behalf of my Bloods, I just wanna say that was some bullshit that Wetto pulled, so whatever you about to do to that fool, he got it coming. It is what it is.” He tooted another line of heroin and frowned his face.
“When I get through with this nigga won’t nobody ever cross the Vegas again. You can bank on that statement.” I had visions of murdering Wetto’s whole family in cold blood. I wanted to torture his punk ass before I killed him. He’d betrayed me in the worst way and then took it upon himself to go at my lady. That meant that all family members were fair game. That shit was right up my alley. I couldn’t wait to get down on him. “Yo, I’m looking for my three months to start first thing in the morning. I’ll be in touch.”
***
When I stepped out of Veeto’s crib, it was pouring rain with huge lightning bolts flashing across the sky. The rain was coming down so hard that it felt like hail. I rushed out into it and got into my whip. Fifteen minutes later and with a bottle of Patron in my hand, I was back sitting on Eve’s grave. The soil had turned into mud. Thunder roared loudly as I sat facing her tombstone. I ran my fingers across the part of the grave that said born 1997 and died 2018. I still couldn’t believe that she was gone. I squeezed my eyelids and allowed for the tears to drop out of them.
“I miss you so fucking much, Eve. Why did you have to go, ma? I hollered as lightning flashed across the sky and the thunder boomed somewhere close by.
The rain crashed into the land all around me loudly. I could smell wet grass and dirt. The air tasted salty. I swallowed and laid my head against the headstone. I couldn’t stop the tears from coming. I felt so weak and emotional. Once again, the childhood that I’d shared with Eve ran through my mind. I saw us in the hallways in high school hugged up, me walking her to her locker possessively. Even when I had my arm around her, multiple girls at school still tried to get at me as if she weren’t even standing there. That only happened a few times before Eve started to check hoes and shortly thereafter, whooping their asses over me.
After getting suspended more times than I could remember, she’d finally came to the conclusion that we would be better off as friends because I was a straight sex-crazed whore. I agreed even though I remembered feeling crushed back then. I’d never gotten the chance to tell her how I really felt about her decision. I think I had hurt her so bad that she’d turned to women. I didn’t know for sure if that was the reason why, but I had never asked. All I knew is that I was missing her like crazy.<
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All of my clothes were soaked. It felt like they weighed at least five pounds now. I looked at her name on the tombstone. “Eve, I love you, baby. I wish I had stopped you from taking your life. I wish I would have known, Queen, but I was stupid. I didn’t know what you were really going through. I should have listened. Should have remembered that even though you were my right hand man that you were also a female, that you needed me emotionally. I was selfish, bae. I swear to God I was so fucking selfish.”
I cried my heart out, shaking my head. My knees slouched through the mud as I turned to place my back against her tombstone. I pulled my syringe out of my inside coat pocket, then brought my arm out of it, as well. I smacked my arm a few times, before pricking the needle into the thick vein on the inside of my forearm, and injecting the heroin into my system.
The drug entered into my blood stream and caused my body to shake in bliss. Eve’s face popped inside of my mind. She was smiling and shaking her head at the same time. I licked my lips and closed my eyes. I felt closer to her. Closer to the only best friend that I had ever known. I felt that she lived deep down inside of me.
“Eve, I’m coming to be with you, ma. I ain’t gon’ be down here much longer. It’s too much shit going on and it’s getting hectic. Muthafuckas gotta pay, baby. These muthafuckas gotta pay for what they did to me and then I’m coming home to you, ma. Word is bond.” I laid against her headstone with my eyes closed. The rain pelted my face. I drifted away into a deep sunken place. I needed an escape. I was tired of life.
Chapter 8
“A’ight, then my nigga, Showbiz. He ain’t just my nigga, this my muthafucking kinfolk right here, kids. I want you muthafuckas to roll behind my dude and follow his every command. It’s a lot of shit that’s about to go down and each one of you were handpicked for the mission, coming highly recommended by me. Don’t make me look like a fucking fool. If that happens, the punishment is death for you and your entire household. That’s on my blood. With that being said, my nigga wanna say a few words, so listen the fuck up.” Veeto’s voice boomed throughout the cloistered basement of his crib out in Queens.