Montega

by Keon Smith

  Montega turned his back on Razor.

  Feeling low, Razor shook his head and flagged him. “Fuck you,” he said before heading for the exit.

  Montega turned and watched him vanish through the crowd then started to feel bad about what he said. Really, he wanted to apologize, but his pride just wouldn’t let him.

  The Promise Of Death

  “It’s like a plant. You just give it a little wetness and watch it grow.”

  Montega

  When Razor stepped outside of the club, accompanied by the chocolate stallion, a cool gust of night wind greeted them. He had left his jacket in Montega’s car. He didn’t care about that; all his mind could focus on was how he was going to dive in some pussy. He knew Montega was trying to pull the little redbone shorty and hoped he made out good. He just wished he’d stop being so contradictive. Montega was so worried about everyone else; he failed to take a look at himself.

  “Yo, ma, where’s your wheels at?” he asked, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

  “I parked around the corner,” she replied.

  “What you park around the corner for? It’s a parking lot right by the club,” Razor wondered.

  “Because people like to break in cars when you park there. I’d rather mine be in a parking garage where it’s safe,” she explained.

  Yeah right. She probably got a piece of shit and don’t want anybody to see it. Who she think she foolin’? he thought.

  Walking up the street, he glanced over to Delaware Avenue.

  As the two cut through the narrow block behind the building, he looked over his shoulder. It seemed like he and the chick were being followed. Perhaps Montega was right, he thought before reverting his attention to the chain around his neck and cursed himself for not having a gun on him. He really wanted to tuck his chain down in his shirt but figured the shorty would peep game and try to clown him. He looked behind again but saw no one.

  Just then, a white car turned down the one-way street. Razor sighed in relief when he saw a white Lexus—witnesses, just in case anything popped off. As he and the chick walked down the sidewalk, the back window of the Lexus rolled down, and Maniac stuck his head out.

  “Aye, man, what does that stand for?” he asked, referring to the chain.

  Razor stopped and said, “Silent Kings.”

  Maniac turned his attention to Kev in the passenger seat. Kev nodded, and Maniac whipped out a HK MP-9 submachine gun with an attached silencer. Razor’s eyes looked like two boiled eggs. He froze like ice. His heart felt as if it wanted to burst out of his chest. The suppressed muzzle spit out a hail of bullets. Each slug connected accurately. Razor fell back in a shiver of pain. His back slammed into the wall before his body rolled to the ground. The subsonic lead shower ended just as quickly as it began.

  “Hurry up and finish them off so we can bounce,” Kev ordered.

  Maniac cautiously got out of the car, looking around as both Razor and the chick now fought for their lives. The girl gasped for air, watching the brown-skinned man with dreadlocks stand over her with the machine gun pointed at her skull. Maniac released a silent burst into her skull with no remorse. He pulled the trigger and finished her off. Then he stepped over her body and aimed at Razor.

  “No… no,” Razor grunted in pain while trying to shield himself. His hands were already bloody. One of the 9mm bullets had already went in and out of his left palm. He had never been as fearful for his life than he was now.

  Maniac got a rush out of Razor’s fear. With a black heart, he pulled the trigger once more, leaving his body stiff and smoking with hot led. Before rolling out, he snatched the chain from Razor’s neck and then got back into the whip. Kev then gave Gee the nod to pull off.

  Inside the club, people were starting to make their exits. Montega turned to look at Tee-Tee. She was talking with a dark-skinned, large, big-belly guy with a thick beard and a faded haircut. One thing that stood out on him was his huge arms and his hands, which glistened with diamond jewelry. Judging by the way the two interacted, he concluded that he had to be the dude she was claiming.

  “Cock-blockin’ ass,” he mumbled before finishing his drink.

  When Shug and Tee-Tee finished talking, she approached Montega by the counter. Acting as if she was getting something from the bar, she said to him with her back turned, “Give me your car keys and come out in five minutes. My dude thinks I’m stupid. Now he talkin’ about going over New Jersey with his homies. I know he goin’ with some bitch,” she said with an attitude.

  Montega slid the keys onto the bar counter then casually walked off. He walked over to his sister. Unintentionally, he bumped into the big fella he suspected of being Tee-Tee’s boyfriend. “My fault, big homie,” he said as Shug turned to look at him.

  Shug quickly sized him up. He didn’t see Montega as a threat, so he replied, “You cool, cuz.”

  When Shug turned his back, Montega headed for the exit with no clue to who the big guy really was. Outside, he noticed that there were a lot of police cars heading up the one-way and turning behind another building. He then approached the black Impala, opened the door, and slid into the leather driver’s seat.

  The first thing that hit his nostrils was the smell of Tee-Tee’s Marc Jacob Daisy Dream perfume. When he shut the door, he looked over to see her smiling at him seductively. Montega didn’t say a word; he just started the engine, shifted the gear in drive, and pulled off. The ride was quiet besides the melody of 50 Cent coming from the speakers.

  G-Unit… We in here… We gonna get the drama popping, we don’t care… It’s going down… ’cause I’m around… 50 Cent, you know how I get down. What up, blood… (What!) What up, cuz… (What!) What up, blood… (What!) What up, gang-sta!

  They arrived at her house in no time. He parked in front of her door and shut off the engine. Tee-Tee let herself out then looked at him while he sat still in his seat. “Are you comin’ in, or are you just gonna sit there and look dumb?”

  “I ain’t gotta worry about nobody waiting for me behind that door, do I?” he asked. She rolled her eyes then shut the door before walking off. Montego punched in a code on the touch screen of his GPS monitor. The stash spot under his dash board opened. There, the sparkling gold-plated tiger-stripe Desert Eagle rested beside Razor’s .357 revolver. He looked at the gun and shook his head, realizing his man was unarmed. He grabbed the Dessy and smoothly tucked the gun behind his waistband and got out.

  He cautiously followed her into the house and was relieved to see that he didn’t have to shoot anyone.

  “Do you feel better now, wit’ ya scared ass?” Tee-Tee asked as she shut the door behind them.

  “I’m not safe yet. I still gotta keep my eyes on you,” he said, taking a seat on her plush tan sofa.

  “And why do you have to keep an eye on me?” she asked while walking over to turn on some music.

  “Because you was killin’ ’em in that little dress and heels tonight, and I’m not ready to go. I don’t know why your dude wanna go out when he got something nice right here.”

  Trying not to blush more than she already had, she replied, “Whatever. You probably just saying that so you can get some pussy tonight.”

  “I’m serious, shorty. You tight work, and you can dance. What more would a man need? And for the record, I ain’t gotta say shit to hit that tonight. If you wasn’t putting it out there, I wouldn’t be here now, would I?” he asked. She slowly walked over to him after putting on the first track of R. Kelly’s TP.2 CD.

  “Oh really?” Tee-Tee asked, seductively approaching him. Montega sat on the couch, watching her every move as the melody of the music played. He didn’t know whether it was the liquor or just his sexual transmutation, but shorty had him feeling like he’d been dreaming. “Well, I guess there’s no point of wasting time then, now is there?”

  Montega watched as she stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. He smirked before he unbuckled his belt. “There’s always foreplay, you know,” he replied.<
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  Tee-Tee looked down at him as he pulled his soft penis out with the cutest smile she had ever seen from a man. “You want me to suck ya dick?” she asked. Her arched eyebrow raised.

  “No, but you want to, so stop frontin’.”

  “Ain’t nobody frontin’, boy,” she said, rolling her eyes at him before pulling loose strands of hair from her face. She found him magnetic. She dropped down to her knees. Holding his softness in her hand, she looked up at him with a smirk. “What am I supposed to do with this little shit?” she joked.

  “It’s like a plant. You just have to give it a little wetness and watch it grow,” Montega coached.

  “You have a crazy way with words, you know?” Tee-Tee said as she went down on him.

  Montega sat back with both arms sprawled across the back of the sofa, looking up at the white, popcorn ceiling. He grunted as he felt her warm tongue consummating his thickness. “Wait ‘til you see what else I have a way with.”

  Tee-Tee slowly tried to gobble the full length of his shaft. Her neck rolled into half his length then retreated back skillfully. She could feel him grow with every bob of her head, every twist of her tongue, and every constriction of her warm mouth. Before she knew it, he was too large and too much to handle. Popping the head of his member out of her mouth, she paused and took a deep breath while staring at the brown treat glistening before her with her coating of saliva.

  Montega was double the size of Shug and had her inner thighs dripping wet. She stood to remove the straps of her dress. Montega stood to help her. Tee-Tee closed her eyes as she felt his wet tongue gently stroke her skin, and his smooth hands pulled the dress down her body until it fell to the floor.

  When she opened her eyes, Montega helped her out of her G-string then took his shirt off and pulled his pants down. Tee-Tee pushed him back on the couch and mounted his big, long dick. She sunk to the bottom slowly then stopped to let it marinate inside of her gushy walls. She pulled herself up so that she could concentrate on the length while squeezing her walls in tightly. Montega gripped her small waist and slammed her back down on his lap. Throwing her head back, she moaned, feeling the violent rush of pleasure as he rammed his dick.

  “Ssss, ooh, yes, boy, do that again,” she moaned while riding him to the beat of the music.

  “What’s little about this shit now?” Montega asked, palming her firm, apple-shaped ass, matching her movements with long, penetrating strokes; all the while, sucking on her perky, brown nipples. As the sound of her juicy pussy slapped against the base of his shaft, his cell phone rang. It seemed as if the more he forced into her, the louder she moaned. There was no way he would stop in the middle of this intense pleasure. Tee-Tee had a flat, washboard stomach with a diamond piercing right above her navel. Her belly rolled like an exotic dancer. Her pussy was as tight as a vice.

  “When you… nut… uhhh… make sure you… you pull out… be… cause… I’m not on… de… po,” she warned between strokes.

  Montega obliged as he gripped her slim waist and pumped her with force. “Oww! Fuck this. You know what? Fuck me on the table,” she demanded with lust.

  In one motion, Montega had her in the air. He tripped over his jeans bunched around his ankles and almost stumbled forward. Slowly, he lowered her back on the coffee table. Taking her by the waist, he thrusted forward while pulling her to him. Tee-Tee clawed at his chest and scratched at his tight abs as he plowed her pussy like a maniac and delivered her to the land of ecstasy.

  “Kenny! Umm, Kenny! Uhh! I mis… judged… you!” she said, trying to talk between his thunder strokes.

  Montega was silent and seemed to be totally focused on what he was doing. The more she tightened her walls around him, the more pressure he felt rising within. When it came time to get his, he started to pull out, but Tee-Tee refused to let his seed go to waste. She found herself curious to what he would look like if he released his seed.

  Locking her legs around him, she let him explode inside of her while watching the frenzy in his orgasm contort his face. He dropped forward, catching himself with his hands. He then heaved deeply as beads of sweat formed over his forehead. Tee-Tee smiled, knowing the effect that she had on Shug in the bedroom. But Montega surprised her. He picked her up off the coffee table and walked toward the staircase.

  “Boy, where are you taking me?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  “What you think? It’s over? This shit’s just the beginning. We gonna take this to the bedroom because that was just a sample. I’m ’bout to go all in now.”

  Bad News

  “Something tells me that all these murders are tied to that maniac.”

  Detective Lucca

  Moans and grunts came from the bedroom of Detective Whitehead’s secret apartment in West Philadelphia. The smell of sex filled the small room, mixed with the aroma of Tommy Hilfiger cologne and Hennessy. On the queen-size mattress, Whitehead’s naked, hairy body lay on top of the woman he met at a nearby Wal-Mart. She was a registered nurse that worked at Germantown Hospital. With quick rabbit strokes, he steadily pounded out her insides.

  Before he could reach his orgasm, the buzzing of his cell phone distracted him. Whitehead tried to ignore it, thinking it was his wife, but it wouldn’t stop ringing. He stopped the fuckfest, sighed, and rolled over to answer it.

  “Hello?”

  “Gary, where are ya, bud?” his partner asked.

  “I’m at the spot, why?”

  “I think you need to pull up your pants. We’ve got another body to deal with, and you won’t believe where we found him,” Dt. Lucca stated.

  “Humor me,” Whitehead said dryly.

  A half an hour later, Dt. Whitehead got to the scene after hearing that the murder was right around the corner from Delaware Avenue. He saw that the crime scene was flooded with news reporters.

  “What we got?” Whitehead asked as he squatted down by a dead girl’s body covered with a white sheet.

  “Female. African-American in her early 20s, shot multiple times in the chest and once in the head,” Lucca explained as his partner pulled back the sheet.

  “Any possible motives?” Whitehead asked before placing the sheet back over her head then standing.

  “None that I know of. She still has her money in her purse, and his is still in his pocket,” the detective said as he walked over to Razor’s body to remove the sheet. “Take a look at this though.”

  Lucca showed his partner the tattoo. “Silent Kings,” Whitehead said, thinking back to where he saw that tattoo.

  “Do you recognize it? It’s the same symbol that Rabeeto Mendez has on his arm. I don’t know, Whitehead. Something tells me that all these murders are tied to the same maniac, somehow.”

  “You know what, Tony? You might be right.”

  That night, when Whitehead got home, he followed his normal routine before climbing into bed with his wife. Maria didn’t say a word this time. She had seen the footage on the news and saw her husband at the crime scene. Turning over to look at him, she frowned when she saw that his back was turned to her. She moved in closer and began kissing him on the back of his neck.

  Maria couldn’t remember the last time they made love. It had been that long. As she rubbed his hairy chest, Whitehead gently grabbed her wrist and removed her hand.

  “Not tonight, honey. It’s been a long day, and I’ve got a lot to do tomorrow,” he lied before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

  Maria turned back over in disappointment. As she stared at the wall, all she could think about was what he had been up to when she wasn’t around. It was obvious that she was losing him fast.

  Montega awoke to the sound of his cell phone. The whole room was lit up by the rays of the morning sun. City trucks could be heard chugging along on the streets, and the sound of tree branches being cut overlapped everything else. Looking beside him on the bed, he found Tee-Tee was sleeping peacefully. Slowly, he sat up while the drowsiness of a hangover from last night clouded h
is vision. He was so drunk he had forgotten he took Tee-Tee home and ended up spending the night.

  He remembered having sex with her but thought it may have been just a good dream. Lifting up the covers to see her flawless, naked body, he knew no dream could ever hold so much detail.

  Montega reached for his cell phone on the nightstand to answer it as it buzzed with the hustler’s anthem. “Yo?” He yawned.

  “Oh, thank God you’re alright,” Kia said with relief. “Where the hell are you, boy?”

  “I’m back Brickyard. Why? What’s up?” he asked while sitting up, hearing his sister’s disturbed voice. Kia didn’t answer right away. Her brother could sense that something was clearly wrong with her. “Kia, what’s up? Talk to me, sis.”

  “Kenny… Razor got killed last night,” she finally admitted.

  The words stabbed Montega in the chest like a stiletto knife. He refused to believe it. He had just seen Razor a few hours earlier. They had had a heated argument that Montega planned on settling over breakfast.

  “Kia, stop playing with me, yo.”

  “I’m serious, boy. Why would I even play like that with you?” Kia snapped.

  “Nah, Kia, not my man. I was just with him last night,” Montega said, shaking his head. “This can’t be happening, yo.”

  “It’s all over the news. They said that he and some chick he was with got killed around the corner from the club. Somebody shot him up real bad. His mother had a hard time identifying the body, so she called you, but you never answered your phone. His sister is too young, so one of your friends ended up doing it.”

  Montega dropped the phone as reality struck him like lightning. His best friend, his partner, his brother from another mother, was gone.