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by Warren Holloway


  “I hope you’re not done. I want some more of this dick!” Laila said, after lying off to the side still popping herself.

  “We got all night, baby girl. We even can fall asleep, do breakfast, and start all over again,” I said, ready for whatever.

  At the same time, I knew they would be gone before I took care of my business with Rico and his team.

  CHAPTER 8

  BY 11:00 A.M. THE next morning, after the long sexual night I had with the strippers, I got up quick and acted like it was check-out time. They didn’t need to know that I had the suite for a week. As much as I would like to keep them around for the week, their time was up.

  “La La! Laila! It’s time to go. Check out is in an hour,” I called out, waking them up.

  They both got out of the bed slowly.

  “We not leaving without getting a shower,” La La said.

  “Take a shower then,” I said, looking at both of them walking naked to the shower while thinking about last night and the fun we had. “I would come in there with y’all, but I’ll leave ya to do the lady thing before I get clean.”

  “You going to miss out on the morning fun,” Laila said while slapping La La’s ass and smiling as they entered the bathroom.

  I could hear them giggling as the shower turned on. As they showered and played with each other, I called housekeeping, so they could clean the room and change the sheets after the girls left.

  Twenty minutes passed by, when the girls came out of the bathroom fresh and ready for the day ahead. Once they got dressed, I gave each of them a stack, not for their pussy but because I was a boss nigga. Besides, I might come to this city again and link up with these chicks.

  “Give me y’all numbers. Here’s a little play money for y’all to have fun with,” I said, getting a smile from each of them for appreciating me and being in the presence of a boss.

  “We love yo swag, Tommy. I hope we can do this again sometime soon,” Laila said, leaning in for a kiss on the lips.

  “Yeah, thank you for the money, too, and the good tongue and dick,” La La said, giving me a kiss and then touching my dick. “Make sure you keep this tucked away until you come back to this city,” she said with a smile before exiting the room.

  Laila gave me a look like she didn’t want to leave, and I didn’t want her to go, but it was time for business. “Be good to yourself, all right?”

  “Ain’t no other way to live,” she said while strutting her sexy ass toward the door before turning to blow me a kiss. “It’ll all be good until we see you again.”

  Both of the girls was the truth and sexy as hell. I’ll definitely hit them up when I get around to it.

  I had to shower up and get fresh to death for the day ahead. I also didn’t want any traces of a female in the suite, which is why I had housekeeping come clean the room. I didn’t want war with my baby momma when she came to the city.

  CHAPTER 9

  DOWN IN ATL, RA RA was over at his sister Candy’s crib eating a soul food breakfast of catfish, cheese grits, biscuits, scrambled eggs, and home fries with hot sauce and an ice-cold 22-ounce Colt 45 straight out of the freezer. A cold beer is always good to chase a good meal down with.

  “Candy!” he called out while stuffing his mouth. He wanted to give his sis props on the food. “Yo, Sis, this grub is hitting.”

  He continued to enjoy his morning breakfast until time passed and his sis didn’t join him as she planned. She had gone upstairs to check on his nephew. He stopped eating and listened in as if he heard something. Nothing. He stood from the table and took a swig of his beer to chase the food in his mouth, before setting it back down on the table. Then he pulled out his twin gold-plated 9mms that he just copped the other day. It was fully loaded, with one in the chamber and sixteen in the clip. Originally, he got them for show, but show didn’t keep him safe, he thought.

  With the safety off, he proceeded toward the living room, now feeling even more paranoid than before because Candy never responded to him when he called out to her. As soon as he entered the living room, out of the corner of his eye he noticed someone was there, so he quickly raised his gun and pointed it in that direction. The other gun was also being raised, showing this nigga that he was fully loaded with twin niñas.

  How the fuck had this nigga gotten in here without me noticing? Ra Ra hated the fact that he got caught slipping.

  “What the fuck you doing up in here, nigga?” Ra Ra snapped while still aiming at this cat.

  “We here to take yo’ money, fool,” Ra Ra heard him say, which made him aware that there was more than one nigga in the crib.

  Just as those thoughts came to him, the other would-be robber came down the steps with Candy at gunpoint. He had his arm around her neck. At that very instant, Ra Ra shifted the gun in his left hand toward the nigga who was gripping Candy.

  “Do y’all niggas know what y’all done got yourselves into?” Ra Ra said, thinking about these bitch-ass niggas coming for his money. “You want my money, huh?”

  Ra Ra saw that these niggas came with no mask, meaning they came to kill for the money, and he wasn’t about to let that happen to him or his sister.

  “Candy, don’t worry about these punk-ass niggas. They came to get paid, and I’ma pay ‘em,” Ra Ra said.

  In that split second, he fired off two back-to-back rounds from the 9mm in his right hand, sending slugs crashing into the face of the would-be robber, ejecting brains and bones through the other side of his head. He was killed instantly, leaving him with no reflex other than falling to the hardwood floor. Ra Ra then shifted his attention and two 9mms to the nigga holding Candy.

  “Now I cashed your boy out. You still want to get paid or what?” Ra Ra said, being sarcastic and pissed off at the same time.

  “Nigga, we came here to rob you. I still want the money, nigga, or I’ll kill your sister,” the robber said, not realizing if he killed Candy, he was going to die right behind her.

  Candy didn’t panic, since she knew her brother was going to handle this even if it meant she would have to take a bullet in the process.

  “All right, fool. You want my money, hold up,” Ra Ra said, turning back and going into the kitchen.

  He opened the cabinet where he put a bag of money with seventy-five racks in it. Then he came back into the living room.

  “This what you want? This bread, huh?” Ra Ra said, dumping the money out and then grabbing two $10,000 blocks and tossing it over to him. “You want to get money, right? Well, there it is.”

  At the sight of the money, this dumb nigga let Candy go to grab the stacks of hundreds. Candy was smart and moved out of the line of fire when she saw her brother taking steps toward the nigga with fire in his eyes. He squeezed the trigger and bust shots into this fool’s body, dropping him and the gun he was holding. Upon seeing him hit the floor, Candy walked over and kicked the shit out of him.

  “That’s for coming up in my house acting stupid.”

  “I got this, Sis. Go upstairs and get your son,” he said, upon hearing the baby crying, since all of the noise woke him up.

  But the nigga on the floor wasn’t dead. He was breathing heavily and still trying to grab the money as if he was going to get a chance to spend it. Ra Ra leaned over him and placed the gun to his head.

  “It’s time to cash that check, nigga. It’s payday!” Ra Ra said, pulling the trigger and killing him instantly.

  Ra Ra called up Little D, Geez, and Fat Money as he put them on point to what had just taken place. He also told them to come over to his sister’s crib. Within ten minutes they showed up, rushing to their homie’s aide and making sure he was good. Little D came into the living room and saw how Ra Ra dealt with these niggas.

  “Oh shit, nigga! You put in some work over here,” Little D said while leaning over the dead body. “You won’t be robbing anybody else, nigga,” he said, making everybody laugh at how crazy he was.

  “What would make these fools think they can put work in on you anyw
ay?” Geez asked.

  “Man, I never even seen these niggas before.”

  “No one else is going to see these fools either,” Fat Money joked.

  “All right, y’all help me get rid of these bodies and clean this shit up!” Ra Ra said. “Candy, while we clean up here, go shopping or something for a few hours, all right?”

  “You sure you don’t want my help?”

  “We got this. Go buy my nephew some stunna gear,” Ra Ra said while hugging his sis before she left.

  Once she rolled out, they got the bodies together and secured them in plastic and old sheets. They took the bodies and dumped them in the large Waste Management dumpster. Their bodies would end up in the landfill, burned with the rest of the trash.

  As they continued to cover the trail of death at Candy’s spot back up north in Baltimore, I was sitting across from the Baltimore Aquarium waiting on my baby momma, Shari, who was supposed to be here at two o’clock sharp. I was there early to be on point with my surroundings. I wanted to see if anyone was here setting me up, like the Feds or cops. I was basically on the lookout for anyone or anything that just felt wrong or didn’t look right.

  I finally saw Shari standing where I told her to meet me with my sons.

  That survival hood instinct kicked in, telling me that something was wrong. As this feeling came over me, I noticed that the four benches near Shari were empty the whole time I was waiting on her to arrive. They were now occupied; but that wasn’t all: all the people sitting were reading newspapers. Now if that shit wasn’t obvious or the Feds, then there must be something very important in those papers that was better than the view of the harbor and all of its attraction. She got the Feds or the cops to follow her. This meant they knew I was there or they just followed her to see if I popped up.

  I went into the plaza by the Cheesecake Factory. I used a phone in the restaurant to call her phone, allowing it to ring one time before I hung up. After that, I got this little young buck I saw out there panhandling. I gave him $50 and gave him a message to give before I rolled out.

  The young teen-aged boy walked up to my baby momma.

  “Ms. Shari, he said he still loves you and the kids, but you should know he can’t make it because of the extra company that followed.”

  The boy walked away not awaiting any response. He had done what he was paid to do, and now he headed off to spend his daily earnings. Shari knew exactly what the boy meant, so she wasn’t mad. She would rather see me free than in jail and heading to death row.

  The FBI saw the boy take off, so they rushed in and tried to get him. But he blended into the crowd at the Aquarium, so they turned to Shari to see what had happened.

  “What the hell just happened?” the agents asked.

  She was scared when she saw them, because she did not know where they came from or how long they had been following her.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I came down here to spend time with my kids.”

  “What did that kid say to you?” the agent asked, figuring the boy was a messenger.

  “He was begging me for money, and I told him no.”

  Shari got into her minivan with her kids and took them to get something to eat, since they wouldn’t be having the day as she planned it. It was a good thing she didn’t tell them she was coming to see me. Now she would have to be careful and alert since the Feds were obviously following her. It was crazy because it’d been over a year, but they wanted me bad. I wanted my freedom just as much, so they had better not come un-prepared.

  CHAPTER 10

  I MANAGED TO SNEAK back into Harrisburg at 2:01 a.m. while at the same time creep into the back door of Shari’s crib. I headed upstairs and opened my boys’ door to their room, just to get a look at them while they were sleeping. Damn, I really missed them. I closed the door and went into Shari’s room. I covered her mouth as I woke her up, because I didn’t want her to scream. She opened her eyes, and her heart was beating fast thinking the worst, like rape, robbery, or murder, until she saw my face. Then happiness set in as I removed my hand from her mouth.

  “You crazy, Tommy. I thought somebody was trying to hurt me,” she said before smiling, obviously happy to see me. “I’m glad to see you,” she said while leaning in to kiss me. “I didn’t know the Feds were following me.”

  “Don’t worry; I was on point. You know they’re going to tail everybody they think talks to me. Your phones are tapped, so be mindful of what you say and do. Don’t let anyone know that I was here. I came to get the key to the other house,” I said.

  She already knew what that meant. It was to the stash house where I kept more money and work. She took the key off of her key ring and handed it to me.

  “Be safe out there. I don’t want to see you all over the news dead or something.”

  “I got this under control. I love you and my boys, all right? I got to go. I’ll send for you and the boys,” I said before kissing her once more and then leaving out the back door.

  As I was exiting the back door, I could see headlights from a car coming through the alleyway, which got my attention right away because it was so late at night. I ducked down low when I heard the car come to a slow approach. It was those boys. I could tell from the Crown Vic they were driving. They stop-ped at the back of her house and stared up at the house. No doubt they could see a light was on, on the second floor.

  The one agent checked his watch and saw that it was 2:22 in the morning. Shari had gotten up, since she was unable to go back to sleep after seeing me, the love of her life. She had become emotional when thinking about how everything had unfolded with me and the Feds. How they wanted me dead or alive. She didn’t want our kids to lose me.

  As I was lying low, so as not to be seen in the dark, one of the agents took out his flashlight as he asked the other agent, “Did you see that? I think I saw something mo-ving.”

  “I didn’t see anything. Maybe you need a cup of coffee or something to be alert,” the other agents replied.

  I was still lying low in the dark shadows of the night as these idiots got out of their car with flashlights in hand and walked toward the back of the house. I pulled out my .44 Magnum ready to put these muthafuckas down. My heart started pounding while thinking about how this was about to unfold with each step they were taking toward the house.

  Suddenly their attention shifted quickly as the one agent yelled out, “Oh shit!” A black alley cat jumped out and alarmed the agent’s presence.

  “Really? You got me out here tracking down alley cats? Wait ‘til they hear about this back at the office,” the agent said, busting his partner’s balls.

  They headed back to the car, not realizing they were ten feet away from a gunfight with me.

  “Stupid muthafuckas don’t even realize how close they was to dying,” I said after leaving the yard.

  I looked back up at the house and saw Shari in the window with the light on. She blew me a kiss through the air. I nodded my head in acknowledgment before I left. I then headed to the stash house to secure some bricks and a little more cash.

  CHAPTER 11

  THE NEXT MORNING I was back at my suite sleeping when my cell phone woke me up at 9:45. It was my nigga Rico, from York.

  “What’s good, Rico?”

  “Que pasa, bro? What happened to you yesterday?” he asked.

  “Shit got crazy with them boys watching my folks, so I had to make a move around them to secure my situation and stay ahead of the niggas, feel me?”

  “So everything esta bien, right?”

  “We still good, my nigga. Meet me inside the plaza by Phillips buffet, and we’ll go from there.”

  “I’ll be there by noon, and we can get some of those crab legs and shit.”

  “Say no more.”

  I hung up and got myself together to take care of this business. I feel like my stay here up North is over with. It’s time for me to go back down South with my ATL niggas.

  At 11:05 a.m., back in Harrisburg
at the FBI headquarters, Agents Smith and Johnson were focusing on tracking me down since they came up short when attempting to pick me up at the county. But those fake-ass agents showed up instead.

  They knew the closest they were to me was at the harbor, but they couldn’t really prove it. They had agents sitting on my mom’s crib and Shari’s spot, too.

  “Okay, everyone, I need you guys to listen up,” Agent Smith began as he waited on everyone to look his way. He held up a picture of me. “It has been over a year, and this vicious cop killer is still out there. Either he’s smarter than us, or we’re simply not doing our jobs, ladies and gentlemen,” he said before he paused and then scanned the room to see if he had everyone’s attention. “He’s getting comfortable. We know he reached out to his kids’ mother,” he said, not really having solid proof or they would have locked her up. “All family members we know of have taps and surveillance on their locations. We can’t let him keep slipping through our hands as if the people he killed didn’t matter. I want a full circulation of this photo as well as a computer-generated image of what he may look like now, with hair and no hair in the photos. It’s time we brought him in. He’s running and we’re chasing him,” Agent Smith finished, allowing his agents to get back to work.

  Rico arrived at precisely 12:02 p.m. at the plaza. He didn’t see me right away because I was in position to see who else came with him, just like I did with Shari. I came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.

  “Be aware of your surrounds, my nigga,” I said to fuck with him.

  “I’m always on point, bro,” he laughed.

  “Let’s go over here to Phillips’ take-out.”

  Once we were by the take-out area, we ordered food and drinks and then got straight down to business.

 

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