by Roy Glenn
“It’s about what happened the other night at the club; ain’t it?”
“I don’t know Mylo, that’s why I wanna talk to him.”
Mylo thought for a second about how he could work both sides of this to his advantage. I get these niggas killin’ each other and I’ll be ready to pick up the pieces when they fall. “You need me to do anything?”
“Yeah, get on the streets, Mylo. I know your ass is still laying up in the bed,” Freeze kidded him. “But get your ass up and find where Birdie’s hiding.”
“I’m on it,” Mylo said.
“I’m out.”
Freeze got out of his truck and went inside. He took the stairs up to her floor and walked to her door. Before he had a chance to knock on the door, the door opened. Tamia Adams opened the door to let Freeze in wearing a see-through blue gown.
“Now that’s what I call service.”
“I saw you pull up from the window,” Tamia said and broke into a model turn. “You like?”
“You know you sure got the right initials, cause you damn sure got a whole lotta tits, Tamia, and a hell-of-a ass, Adams, for a mutha fucka,” Freeze said while getting his eyes full.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Take that as a hell fuckin’ yeah. Sometimes I wonder why you became a cop?”
“Easy money, baby, easy money. When I first got on the street, me and my partner agreed that we would always be the last unit to respond. Those days, I never even had to take out my gun.” Tamia touched and then jiggled her breasts. “Having these got me off the streets and it’s been easy money since that then.”
“I’m sure that ass did some talking too,” Freeze commented.
“Well,” Tamia said and reached for his hand. “Then you need to come get some of this cause it comes with a whole lotta dripping wet pussy. And your pussy is creaming for you, just the way you like it,” Tamia said seductively and attempted to lead Freeze to her bedroom.
Freeze removed her hand from his. “First things first, Sergeant Adams. What you got for me, and it better be something good.”
“Trust me, baby, it is.” Tamia walked over to the couch and sat down. “Can you at least sit down?”
Freeze took a deep breath and joined Tamia on the couch. She immediately moved closer to him and began to rub his leg.
“Okay, Sergeant Adams, I’m sitting down now. What you got for me?”
“Tell me something Freeze, if I were to say that I didn’t have anything for you, would you get up and walk this dick outta here?” Tamia asked as her hand ran up and down the length of his growing hard-on.
“Yeah, I would. And I would think seriously about kicking your ass for wasting my time. But I know you got something for me because I know you wouldn’t waste my fuckin’ time like that, Sergeant Adams.”
“Why do you always call me Sergeant Adams? You never call me Tamia.”
“Would you tell me what the fuck you gotta tell me? I need to be out finding who killed Shy. So, if you ain’t got something for me then I’m out.”
“Yeah, I know, after you kick my ass. You know that’s assaulting a police officer. I could lock you up for that.”
“Tamia!” Freeze said much louder than he needed to.
“Okay, okay. Last night after I talked to you Goodson and Harris checked Black’s gun into evidence.”
“So. What does that mean to me? And how does that help Black?”
“What it means to you and how it helps Black is evidence disappears from there every day.”
Freeze leaned back on the couch and looked at Tamia. “I want you to get that gun and bring it to me.”
“That’s exactly what I had in mind, Freeze,” Tamia said and stood up. “You know what else I got on my mind?”
“What else you got in mind Sergeant Adams?” Freeze said looking up at Tamia as she slowly slid her gown off her shoulders. The dainty material fell to the floor and she stepped away from it.
“You know I could show you better than I could tell you,” Tamia said and dropped to her knees. She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his long rock-hard dick. Tamia admired it before lowering her head to it.
She gazed up at him as she allowed her tongue to slither across the head. The look on Freeze’s face never softened. So, Tamia took the entire head into her mouth, she closed her eyes as if she were savoring her favorite flavor. “Emmm,” she moaned.
Freeze relaxed a bit and eased back into the sofa.
She used her free hand to rub his balls.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he mumbled.
Tamia slurped and sucked, first wetting his head more and more. She opened her eyes and looked at Freeze. When she thought he was ready, she deep throated him and squeezed her jaws, tightening her grip around him. Freeze grabbed a fistful of her hair and began to guide her head closer and closer into his lap. “Yeah, do that shit.”
Tamia sucked harder. She could feel his hips moving in sync with her own motions. The more she sucked, the tighter her grip became on his balls, and she stroked them, squeezed, and sucked even harder.
She could feel Freeze flinching beneath her touch and loved the power she felt. She wanted to keep him in that position for as long as possible, but she felt the floodgates release between her own thighs. By now, Freeze had reached for her nipple and squeezed it ever so tightly between his fingers.
“Damn, girl,” he said.
Tamia moved faster, her head bobbing quickly up and down, she would swallow then slurp, swallow then slurp. A few minutes of that motion and she held him whole in her mouth. Again, she added pressure and pulled back when she felt him convulse.
Freeze’s breathing was off the chart. He was all hot and bothered, just the way Tamia wanted him. Before he could move another inch, she dug behind a cushion and pulled out a black and gold wrapper.
Freeze looked up at her from his spot on the couch. His breathing had returned to normal. Tamia snatched the wrapper opened and used one hand to slip the condom on his throbbing erection.
Before Freeze could make another move, she straddled him. She didn’t do it slow or easy; she slid right on to his dick and began to ride him unmercifully.
“Oh, shit, your dick is so hard,” Tamia cried. “I like it hard,” she cooed.
“Take it then, fuck this dick,” Freeze encouraged.
“Emm-hmm,” she rode with her back stiff.
Sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room. Tamia locked her arms around Freeze’s neck and used her hips to move up and down on his massive rod. He guided her by the hips and kept up with her vigor.
“Get it girl, get this dick,” he challenged.
That seemed to help Tamia pick up the momentum. “I’m trying,” Tamia said, still pumpin’ that ass.
“You like that?” Freeze asked.
“Oh, yeah, this is what I needed,” Tamia cried.
Suddenly Freeze grabbed both of her breasts, squeezed them together, and brought her hard nipples into his mouth. He sucked and lathered them. Then abruptly Freeze stopped, held her shoulders tightly, and thrust his hip into her midsection. Tamia’s eyes widened, with her mouth agape, she squeezed her walls tighter. However, Freeze shoved her up and off his still throbbing dick.
“Ww-hat are you doing? You was hitting my spot, why’d you stop?” she questioned. Her face was drained of its color.
Freeze man-handled her body as he guided her, face down over the arm of the couch. Before she could protest any longer, he slammed himself into her from behind. She released a gut-wrenching scream and dug her fingernails into the sofa.
“Oh yes, Freeze, right there, right there baby,” she cried.
Freeze hammered away.
“Oh Freeze,” she moaned.
“Yeah, you like this dick, don’t you?”
“Yes Freeze, Yessss, Yes!”
Just as he was about to explode, he pulled himself out, ripped the condom off, and entered her again.
“Yes, Freeze, oh yes!”
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He grabbed her hips and pulled her into him as he pounded her pussy.
“Yes Freeze, cum in me baby, fill me up!”
“Damn this pussy is good”
“Come on, Freeze, I feel it, come on, baby!”
In a desperate frenzy, Freeze grabbed her titties, squeezed them together and pulled out just in time to spray her back with his juices.
“Damn Freeze,” she said.
Once Tamia got through screaming his name, Freeze went into the bathroom and took a shower. When he came out of the bathroom, Tamia was laying across her bed.
“Come here, Freeze,” she said and motioned him to come to her. Freeze sat down on the bed beside her. “I’ll get the gun for you, baby, but there are two things I want.”
“I’m listening.”
“I want ten thousand dollars and…”
“And what?”
“I want you to spend an entire night with me.”
Freeze stood up and walked toward the bedroom door.
All night? You owe me Black.
He stopped in the doorway and turned to face her.
“Deal,” Freeze said and left.
Chapter Fourteen
After finally getting the information they had been looking for, Lonnie and Smiley got back in their car. The two of them had been in the street all night and most of the day talking to people, trying to find out why Freeze was looking for Birdie. Lonnie called Birdie to let him know that they had the information, but he knew this wasn’t the type of thing that needed to be said over the phone.
“That bad, huh?”
“Yeah, it’s that bad.”
“I’m at the crib. Get here as soon as you can.”
Now that they knew what it was all about, Lonnie drove as fast as traffic would allow him to get to Birdie’s apartment.
“I don’t know what you’re rushing for.” Smiley said.
“Right. He ain’t gonna wanna hear this shit anyway,” Lonnie said and slowed down.
“You think Birdie killed her?” Smiley asked.
“I don’t think so, but you never know. If Albert thought it was good for business, you damn right they’d do it,” Lonnie said. “I just don’t see how killin’ Black’s wife would be good for business. Unless you gonna kill Black too.”
“And Freeze, and Bobby,” Smiley threw in.
“That’s what I’m saying, it just don’t make sense.”
“That’s your problem,” Smiley said, doing his best imitation of Albert. “Your problem is you don’t understand business. It is conducted well beyond your level.”
“I understand that mutha fucka’s been getting their asses killed over fuckin’ with that nigga for years. Birdie and Albert wanna be the next ones to try, that’s fine, let them. But you and me need to be smarter than that. Because it ain’t gonna be too much longer before them niggas is dead and then it will be our time to step up.”
After he got off the phone with Lonnie, Birdie called Albert and told him to get over there as soon as he could. When Albert got there, he fixed himself and Birdie a drink. Birdie rolled a blunt and the two sat quietly, smoking and drinking until Lonnie finally knocked on the door.
“What took you so long?” Albert said as he swung open the door.
“Traffic,” Lonnie said as he and Smiley walked into the living room. Once they were all seated, Birdie stood up.
“Well? What you gotta tell me that you couldn’t say over the phone?”
“The way I got it is that you and Black’s wife got into it at his spot the other night,” Lonnie said.
Albert immediately bounced up off the couch. “I told you that was what it was about. You disrespected his wife. I knew it was gonna be bad for business. Sometimes I wonder if you understand what that means,” Albert said to Birdie, but it was more grand standing for Lonnie and Smiley’s benefit.
Lonnie smiled at Albert, but knowing what he knew, he wasn’t impressed. He turned to Birdie.
“It’s a lot worse than that Birdman.”
“What you mean?”
“I mean it’s about more than you just dissin’ his wife.”
“Well what the fuck is it about then?” Albert asked.
“Shut up, Alley, let the man say what he gotta say,” Birdie demanded.
“Somebody killed her.”
“What?” Albert asked.
“Killed who?” Birdie demanded to know.
“Black’s wife. Somebody killed Black’s wife.”
“What that got to do with me?” Birdie needed to know.
“’Cause y’all had that beef, they think you killed her,” Lonnie said looking back and forth between Albert and Birdie. They looked at each other.
“They think I killed Shy? Why would I kill her?” Birdie asked still not seeing the obvious.
“I told you, they think it’s ’cause y’all had that beef,” Lonnie repeated. “But that’s not the worst of it.”
“Please tell me what could be worse than Black thinking I killed his wife?”
“Black’s in jail for the murder.”
“Oh shit,” Albert said and sat down. He took a big swallow of his drink and looked at Birdie. He could tell by the look on his face that he didn’t know anything about this. Besides, he thought, Birdie couldn’t be that stupid. “This just keeps getting better.”
“Shut up, Alley, I need to think about what we gonna do,” Birdie said and walked to the window. He stood there in a daze, looking at nothing in particular. The idea that Freeze thought he killed Shy was so foreign to him that he couldn’t wrap his mind around it.
“Don’t you think it’s obvious what you gotta do?” Smiley asked Birdie. “You need to make sure they know that you didn’t have nothing to do with it.”
“No shit. Of course, I need to talk to them. That ain’t the problem.”
“What’s the problem?”
“You got any ideas on how I’m supposed to convince them that I didn’t do it?”
“Huh?” Smiley said.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. How’d it happen?”
“You broke in their house, beat her up real bad and then you shot her in the back,” Lonnie told Birdie.
“Damn,” Birdie said and dropped his head. “They think I did the shit myself. Freeze should know that ain’t how I do shit. If I was gonna do some shit like that, I’d have you two do it,” Birdie said while pointing at Smiley and Lonnie
“You think that makes us feel better or worse?” Smiley asked. He understood that if it came to it that it wouldn’t be just Birdie. Freeze would come after him and Lonnie.
Birdie turned around and reclaimed his seat. He looked over at Albert who had remained uncharacteristically quiet during the discussion of what needed to be done. Albert simply sat listening and sipped his drink.
“You ain’t got nothing to say about this Alley?”
“You told me to shut up. I thought you didn’t wanna hear what I had to say,” Albert said.
“Well now I wanna hear it,” Birdie said. “What you think?”
“I think you’re absolutely right. Freeze should know that you definitely wouldn’t do it yourself. But the only problem with that is Freeze won’t take the time to think about it, he’ll just come after you, just like he did. It’s a good thing you weren’t there that night. They probably woulda shot you on sight. But I think there may be a way that we can use this to our advantage.”
“I’m listening.”
“The word on the street is that you killed Shy over that nonsense the other night, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I say we let the word get around.”
“Why Alley?” Birdie frowned.
“People think that you taking it to Black only makes our position stronger. People thinking your strong makes it easier for us to expand into new market.”
“You know something Alley, your right. Having mutha fucka’s thinking I went up against Black might even make me a legend, and that would be good for business,
but there’s only one problem with that plan.”
“What’s that?” Albert asked.
“We’ll all be dead.”
Lonnie and Smiley laughed.
“This shit ain’t fuckin’ funny nigga!” Birdie shouted.
“Not necessarily. Like you said Bird, them knowing this ain’t your style is gonna work for us. I say we lay low for a couple of days, let the word get around. Then you reach out to them.”
“Nah, that shit won’t work. You said it yourself, Freeze ain’t gonna think about that shit. He’s gonna come after me blastin’. That’s all the nigga know how to do.” Birdie looked at Lonnie and Smiley. “I could use a nigga like that on my team.”
“It will work!” Albert shouted and got everyone's attention. Albert took a quick breath. “And I’ll tell you why. We let the word get around that you did it and at the same time we reach out to Bobby Ray.”
“Bobby ain’t been around much lately,” Lonnie added.
“Something about his wife going crazy,” Smiley added.
“I know that, but with Black in jail, Bobby Ray has gotta step into the void. He has to. Him and Wanda already know having Freeze in charge is bad for business. They know Freeze is muscle, a soldier, not a general. That’s why they been making us deal with Shy instead of Freeze. We reach out to Bobby; we assure him that we had nothing to do with it. That you were just talking shit, that you got nothing but respect for Mike Black and you wouldn’t be that stupid. I’ll remind them that war would be bad for business. This will work Birdie, trust me.”
Birdie sat back in his chair and thought about Albert’s plan. If it worked out the way Albert said it would, it would definitely improve his status. However, it could also very easily backfire and get him killed.
After considering his options, Birdie decided it was worth the risk, and besides, he really didn’t have much of a choice. They already thought he murdered Shy, laying low for a couple of days was definitely a logical move. But it also would be logical to bring in a few new faces for protection.
“Let’s make it happen,” Birdie said confidently. “Alley I need you to make a call to Cleveland. Tell them I need a couple of good men.”
“I got it,” Albert said as his cell rang.
“Lonnie, I want you and Smiley to put the word out that I wanna talk to Bobby. If anyone asks y’all about me having something to do with it, you just say, yeah, I heard that too. Understand?”