“You’ll live.” The man looked at the blood soaking through the shirt. “It’s just a flesh wound.” He flipped open his phone and made a call. “We got him. He put up a fight and he got shot in the side. It’s only a flesh wound. The bullet went through.”
He hung up the phone and tapped the back of the driver’s seat.
“Yeah,” the driver said.
“Plan B. The meat store,” said the gunman.
The rest of the ride was quiet. Fred had no idea where he was being taken, but somehow knew it wasn’t looking good for him Lord, what have I done? he thought to himself.
Being in and out of consciousness, he hadn’t realized that they stopped until the side door opened and he was being pulled out. They dragged him down a long dark hallway. One of the gunmen opened the door of a side room.
“Sit his bitch ass over there and tie him up,” he heard a man say.
“What the fuck, bruh?” Fred asked out of fear. “What y’all want?”
One of the gunmen hit him in the head with the butt of the gun and said, “Shut the fuck up.”
His mind went blank and black. They finished tying him up and the gunmen exited the room, locking the door behind them.
*******
FBI Agent Scott entered Fred’s parents’ house. There were bullet holes everywhere to match the shell casings outside. He looked in every room, but no Fred to be found. He put in for an APB for Fred Johnson.
“Listen. Go door to door and see if anyone saw or heard anything that might give us a lead to Mr. Johnson’s whereabouts. Let’s get to work,” Agent Scott said.
He had a hunch Fred was already dead, something he hoped he was wrong about because this was his star witness. Without him, he had no case against Lil Will.
“Fuck!” he yelled back in his car.
Agent Scott got back to the office and called a meeting. In his mind, it was time to pay Lil Will a visit. He posted several pictures of him on the bulletin board, mugshots and all.
“Okay everybody, listen up! This is Lil Will! That’s his alias! I’ve been working this case for two years now, and he just got out after serving fifteen years upstate! This kingpin runs Boston down to Florida. Drugs and gun trafficking, you name it! We haven’t been able to pinpoint his moves. Fred Johnson is my informant! His house was shot up tonight and we had to take his family to a secure location! We need to find out who’s responsible and bring them in”
Everybody stood to leave. Agents Scott, Dunlap, and Wright stayed behind.
“Agent Scott,” Agent Wright called out.
“What do you have, Agent Wright?” asked Agent Scott.
“I might know somebody who can shed some light on this case,” Agent Wright said with confidence.
“Really? Why are you so late in telling me this?” Scott asked, shocked.
“Yes sir, I do know someone; however, they are my confidential informant,” she replied.
“So, who is it?” asked Agent Scott.
“Again, Agent Scott, my confidential informant. Unless there is a deal on the table, I can tell you now that he will not talk. Meet me at the county jail tomorrow at nine,” she told him.
“Okay,” he said.
The next morning Agent Scott strolled in the county jail looking all business, but he was smiling inside when he met Agent Wright. They shook hands.
“Good morning, Agent Scott,” she said warmly.
“Good morning,” he replied. “Let’s see if your source will give us something so we can put Lil Will away for life.”
They walked into the holding cell, where the inmate was already sitting. Agent Wright introduced the two men to each other. “Agent Scott, this is Montana. Montana, this is my boss.”
Montana was a hustler/killer who had worked for several mob bosses. That included Lil Will. He was doing fed time for moving so much coke that it made the newspaper reporters call him The Snowman. He’d pled guilty to the drug charges just to keep them off his ass about the unsolved murders that they were investigating him for playing a major part in.
After serving a good five years, Agent Wright had dug up enough dirt on him to pin the murders on Montana. His only way out of life in the feds was to become an outstanding snitch for her when his services were needed. Now Montana’s services were needed, and she was there to cash in.
“Fuck that,” Montana said. “Where the paperwork?”
Agent Scott acted like he didn’t hear what Montana said. “What can you tell us about Lil Will?”
“I ain’t sayin’ shit ’til I get my deal,” was Montana’s response.
Agent Scott lost his cool. He grabbed Montana by the back of the head and slammed his face into the table, causing him to yell from the pain.
“Listen. I do not have time for game,” the agent said coldly.
“Man, fuck you,” Montana snapped. “You don’t know this nigga too well. I need my family safe, then I’ll talk. But I ain’t saying anything until that’s done.”
He told Agent Wright to go get the paperwork.
“Now let’s talk,” he said, turning his attention back to Montana.
Montana laughed as he spoke. “Well, Willie James, a.k.a. Lil Will, is bigger than you think. He runs the entire east coast. He is Mr. Cartel himself. The nigga got everybody on his payroll. Not to mention, he got some real killas on his team.”
“Have you seen someone kill for him?” asked Scott.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“Were you with them, or were you one of the killers?” Scott asked.
“All of the above,” Montana said.
“How many bodies?” Scott asked Montana.
“15, 20…hell, I don’t know. I lost count,” Montana answered.
Agent Scott was satisfied with his answers. “Good man,” he said to Montana. “Agent Wright, have him processed out and moved to the safest federal prison in this fucking country.”
“Already on it, sir,” she told him.
“What about my family?” asked Montana.
She gave him a thumbs up. “Already on that too, Montana.”
Agent Scott shook hands with him and walked out smiling. Got that ass now, Lil Will, he thought to himself.
Chapter Nine
Monica found herself at Ju-Ju’s apartment. She nodded her head as she admired his taste. “This you?” she asked admiringly.
“Yeah. This is my place - and yours, if you’d like to stay,” he replied genuinely.
“Okay. Okay. I see you got some flava ’bout ya self,” Monica said comically.
“Have a seat. You want something to drink? I got Ciroc and cranberry,” he added. “Sure. That will be fine,” she said as she sat down on the couch and relaxed.
“I will be right back,” he told her and stepped out of the living room.
She looked around the room. Some pictures stood out to her. There was something familiar about them. She just couldn’t remember where she had seen the faces.
Ju-Ju came back in the living room carrying two glasses and handed one to Monica. “Here you go.”
She took the glass. “Thanks.”
The night was moving smoothly. They laughed, talked, and sipped. Before they knew it, they were past tipsy. Ju-Ju pulled her shoes off and begun rubbing on her feet.
“Damn, that feels so good,” Monica said, leaning back on the couch.
“Really?” asked Ju-Ju seductively?
He pulled her leg up and placed kisses on it. She closed her eyes as he rubbed and kissed on her leg. His hands went up her dress. The heat he felt between her thighs told him everything he needed to know.
He slid two fingers inside of her and slowly stroked while they kissed. She slipped her arm through the dress top and bra straps, revealing her breasts. His hands immediately went to them, massaging them while tonguing her down.
He stood up and pulled his pants down. She smiled at his rock hard erection and opened her legs wider. He didn’t hesitate to get inside of her, causing her to moan.
“Mmm…baby…Ju-Ju…fuck me, baby…yeah…just like that… Mmm. Ooooh. That dick good to me, baby!” she cried. She thrust her hips forward and tightened the inside of her sex around him while moaning in his ear. The shit had him hooked.
“Oh shit, baby! I’m ’bout to cum!” he yelled.
“Cum then, baby! Ooooh! Ooooh! Cum up in this good pussy!” she screamed. They both climaxed at the same time. She had never experienced anything like it.
“Oh my God. Damn, you know how to fuck, Ju-Ju,” she said, breathing hard.
“You okay?” he asked. She was shaking uncontrollably.
“Yes! It’s just been a long time since I been pleased with being pleased,” she said with a smile.
Ju-Ju went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. While the water was heating up, she saw her phone light up with an unread text message. It was Lil Will.
“Shit!” she yelled.
Ju-Ju came running out of the bathroom. “What’s good, luv?”
“Lil Will just texted me. He is in Boston,” she said with fear vibrant in her words.
“And?” he replied, not the least bit worried.
“He said he had a run to make and afterward he will be home. Dammit!” she exclaimed.
“You know you don’t have to leave,” he said, voice calm but full of emotion.
“I know, Ju-Ju. You’re sweet, but we moving too fast and I ain’t trying to make no mistakes,” she said with caution.
“I’m really feeling you, Monica. I can take care of you. I got money,” he said.
“Money ain’t shit if you dead,” she said sarcastically.
“That nigga bleeds just like me,” he snapped, feeling offended.
Monica knew then she had made a mistake. “I got to go,” she said, getting up off the couch.
She straightened her dress back up and rushed home. When she got home, she damn near broke an ankle getting to the shower. It was the first time she had ever cheated on Lil Will. The loyal part of her heart knew she would tell him, but the logical side of how she was going to tell him wasn’t so enthused.
*******
Lil Will called a meeting at the pool hall. Just to look like a normal outing, they shot a few games of 8 ball and drank a few brews. They waited until no one was really paying attention to them before heading to the back room. Two by two they crept off from the pool table and into the back room.
“I got to say,” Lil Will said, looking from hustler to hustler, “shit looking great for the team. Are the guys ready to sell?”
“Luck and Nard are, but John said no,” one of the runners said.
“Well,” Lil Will, said shaking his head, “we tried it the business way. Now we will do it our way. Send some shooters at him. If the nigga don’t comply, rock his ass to sleep.”
“Done,” the runner said, getting on the phone.
“And send the money for the kids’ playground to be built on 18th,” Lil Will demanded. “Any news?”
“One of our men up top say we got a rat,” another runner said.
“Find out who,” Lil Will told him. “Anything else?”
Tony stood up. “I been following Monica like you told me. She been kicking it with a nigga from out of town.”
Lil Will shook his and laughed. “Figures. Find out who this nigga is and what he be about. Anything else? No? Good. I’m going home. Nigga tired as hell.”
Everybody filed out of the room just as cautiously as they went it.
Lil Will pulled up at his crib. He sat in the truck talking to Mark on the phone for a minute. All the while he stared at the house. All the lights were out.
“Yo, you good, fam?” Mark asked?
“I’m good. Just tired as shit,” Lil Will said.
“We will get up. Go get some rest, bruh,” Mark said, concerned.
“Love, fam,” Lil Will said and then hung up the phone.
He hopped out and made his way inside. He looked upstairs, but decided to crash on the sofa.
The hallway lights came on and Monica came downstairs. “Lil Will, is that you?” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s me,” he said tiredly. “Who the fuck else am I supposed to be? You expecting company?”
By the sound of his voice, she could tell something was wrong. She walked on down the stairs and stood next to the couch. “Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he replied, irritated. “I’m just sleepy. Long day.”
She sat in the chair next to the couch. “Listen, Will, we need to talk about us.”
“I’m all ears. Talk,” he said.
“See,” she said, feeling neglected, “this the shit I been talking about.”
“Monica, if you brought yo’ ass downstairs to argue,” he said, frustrated, “save it.”
“Just listen to what I got to say, Will,” Monica said, her voice full of emotion.
His phone rang and he didn’t hesitate to answer. “Talk to me.”
“It’s Mark, fam. I’m at yo’ door. We got to take a ride,” the caller said.
“I’m on my way,” Lil Will said and then hung up the phone.
Furious, Monica said, “See, niggas like you make good women say fuck it!”
“What in the hell you talking about, Monica?” he yelled. “Your ass act like a nigga out here doing this shit for hisself! Bitch, you spend more of my money than I do, and you got fucking nerve to stand here bitching about quality time!”
“Nigga, money don’t solve every gotdamn problem in the universe!” she yelled back. “I love you because of the nigga you was when I met you! But I see now money changes a nigga’s emotions towards a bitch!”
“Man, I ain’t got time for this shit,” he said and then walked out.
As he left, she ran upstairs crying. She buried her face in the pillow. All she could think of was how big of a fool she had been thinking Lil Will really ever gave a damn about her. She cried herself to sleep.
*******
Henry was in the tub. The steaming hot water was doing the trick. Finally he was relaxing, but his thoughts lingered on the edge of murder. Mike has to die, he thought to himself.
Sabrina walked in and said, “Can I join you?”
He looked up at the image of the goddess. There she was, naked, and looking real damn tasty. “By all means,” he said.
She eased in the bath sideways and began massaging his sex until it was fully erect. He closed his eyes and sighed.
“You like that, daddy?” she said lustfully.
“Hell yeah,” Henry replied.
She eased up and on to him backward and started slow grinding. She moaned and her body trembled from the stimulating length of him inside of her. He massaged her breasts and got into the groove with her grinding motion.
“Damn, girl, you feel so good inside,” he said.
“Yes, baby,” she said between moans.
She propped her legs up on the side of the tub and leaned back, letting her head rest on his shoulder. “Get this pussy, baby,” she commanded.
He grabbed her under the thighs and started pounding up inside of her.
“Yeah, baby! Just like that! Oh my God,” she screamed. She worked her muscles around him and met his thrusts with an equal amount of force.
“Yeah! Pound this pussy! You like the way I take that dick? Huh? Huh?” she screamed louder and louder.
“Oh shit! I’m ’bout to cum,” he yelled.
The strokes got harder, faster, and shorter until he released. It was like all the pressure of the day was gone.
“Damn, Sabrina, you just made a fucked-up day end perfect,” he said, breathing hard.
“Thank you and you’re welcome. A bitch done did her job,” she said.
They let the water drain out of the tub and took a shower together. Henry could not resist the urge to be inside of her again. He pinned her up against the wall underneath the running water and entered her from behind.
“Damn, baby,” she said softly, “you can’t get enough of this good p
ussy.”
He responded by grinding harder, filling her up from behind. They climaxed together again. She turned around and kissed Henry on the lips before saying, “You must be trying to get a bitch pregnant?”
“I’m good with that too,” he said.
After the shower, they laughed and kicked it until they fell asleep. The next morning, she woke him up with her lips wrapped firmly around his dick. He released and then she jumped up headed to the bathroom, where she got ready for work.
“Where you running off to this morning?” he yelled after her. “And what time is it anyway?”
“It’s 7:45 and I got to clock in to get this check,” Sabrina said as she walked back through the bedroom. “You okay this morning?”
“How can a man not be with a woman like you around?” he said.
“Great question. Anyway, what your day looking like?” she asked.
“Check up on my mama and business. You want to get up on your lunch break?” he asked.
“Sure. I’ll call you around one,” said Sabrina.
She walked out of the house feeling like a true breadwinner. She actually had a nigga with a good heart, a check, and some good dick, she thought to herself as she jumped in her Toyota Camry and drove off. She hit Sopia on speed dial.
“Hey bitch,” Sopia answered, saying. “What you up to this morning?”
“Bitch,” she replied jokingly, “I have been laid and slayed.”
Sopia laughed. “Oh, you and Henry getting along just fine then. That’s what’s up.”
“Yep,” Sabrina said happily. “But a bitch got to play her cards right.”
“You can say that again,” Sopia replied. “That is that nigga's check. Bitch, you better keep your own well from running dry.”
“And you know it,” Sabrina shot back. “But I’m on my way to work. I’ll get at you when I get off.”
“Alright Sabrina,” Sopia said and hung up.
Sabrina put her phone on the charger and Bluetooth the music to play through the car speakers as she drove to work.
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