Face and Reese had just returned to Philly from a trip to Miami. While there they met with Roberto, talked some business and also gave him a large sum of cash.
Inside one of their secret stash houses, Face, Reese and D.J. sat around a table counting a large pile of loose bills; hundreds, fifties, twenties, tens and fives. In front of each of them was a small money counting machine and plastic bags filled with thick rubber bands to tie up the money. A large, empty, green duffle bag was lying on the floor beside Face's chair. The secret stash house was one of three different houses they used to conduct business. They were all
owned by the T&F Real Estate company. Each house was in a different section of the city and they were all located in good quiet neighborhoods.
The men sat back counting money and enjoying the basketball game on a large screen color TV. The Philadelphia 76ers were getting blown out by Kobe Bryant and the Los Angeles Lakers. When the game finally ended,119 points win for L.A over the 97 points for the 76ers. The sports announcer came on the TV screen and said, "Well, the Sixers have lost their third straight game in a row. Maybe they'll rebound and pull out a victory tomorrow night against the New York Knicks. The Knicks superstar shooting-guard, Joey 'Slamdunk' Barnes is averaging twenty-eight points and thirteen rebounds per game. Hopefully, the Sixers will be able to slow Joey down and pull out a much needed victory."
Face and Reese looked at each other and smiled. No words needed to be said. Joey 'Slamdunk' Barnes was coming to town and they would make sure that he would never leave Philadelphia alive.
Southwest Philly...
Pamela was at work and two nurses had just left Jay alone in the house. When the doorbell rang, Jay rolled his wheelchair over to the front door, "Who is it?" he yelled out.
"It's me Jay, Kyle," a voice said from the other side of the door.
Jay quickly opened the door and allowed the man to come inside. He closed the door and they shook hands. Kyle was Jay's younger friend; the same man that had gotten out of Jay's truck just seconds before Killa-D and Snake shot it up. Kyle was no longer working for Jay, but they still remained close friends.
Now, Kyle was working for Face and Reese and was selling cocaine out of the same house where he used to sell weed for Jay. Kyle lifted up his tee-shirt and took out a .357 Bulldog…a snubbed nosed revolver and passed it to Jay and said, "Here you go, Jay. But, why do you need that?"
"I have to take care of some very important business," Jay replied, as he laid the pistol in his lap.
“I made sure it was loaded, just like you asked," Kyle smiled.
"Thanks Kyle. Is everything going well with you?" Jay asked changing the subject.
"Yeah. Thanks for hooking me up with Face. I'm making a killin'," he said, appreciatively.
"No problem. Face will take good care of you. He's a good dude," Jay told him.
When Kyle opened the front door and walked outside, Jay watched as he walked over to a new white Jaguar and climbed inside. After Kyle had pulled off , Jay closed the door. He picked up the gun and just stared at it. He had already written his suicide note. Now, the only thing left to do was to summon up enough courage to actually pull the trigger.
Later that night...
The black Yukon Denali drove down the street and slowed down as it passed Momma's house. Ron Perry, Big C and an unidentified man were all inside the truck. A few blocks away Ron Perry pulled his truck over and parked.
"Tomorrow night, it's going down," he said, looking at both of them.
"We'll be ready," Big C said, as he and the other man got out of the truck and closed the door.
Ron Perry watched as the two men climbed into a gray Ford Explorer. Moments later they made a U-turn and drove off in the opposite direction. With a sly grin, Ron Perry pulled away from the curb and headed for his office at the 18th District’s Police Station.
As the Ford Explorer drove up Walnut Street, Big C and his friend were inside talking. "Why you hate that nigga, Reese so much?" The guy asked, as they stopped at a red light.
"Because of something he did to me a long time ago," Big C replied.
"What he do?"
"I don't wanna talk about it. Just know that it's personal between me and this nigga Reese," Big C said in an angry tone.
The man looked over at Big C and just shook his head. When the light turned green he pulled off, thinking to himself that the worst place a person could be was on Big C's bad side.
* * *
Reese laid back in bed with one of his arms wrapped around Passion and the other wrapped around her girlfriend, White Chocolate. They were all naked and had just finished a wild round of sex. White Chocolate never turned down an opportunity to join Passion and Reese in a threesome. Not only were they good friends but the sex was always amazing, and Passion didn't mind sharing Reese with another woman. Not even a beautiful white woman like White Chocolate. She was confident in herself and secure with their relationship. Plus, whatever Reese asked her to do, she never hesitated to get it done.
"So, are y’all two ready for tomorrow?" Reese asked.
"Yeah, Daddy, we got this," White Chocolate said, as she ran a long manicured fingernail idly around his chest.
"Ita be a piece of cake," she added with a smile.
Passion rolled over and laid on top of Reese's hard muscular body and kissed him softly on the lips. "Don't worry baby, if he like pussy, he's as good as got. And I don't know no man who can resist both flavors at once. Chocolate and Vanilla, please," Passion said teasingly.
The Denrich Apartments...
Face looked over at Tasha and watched as she peacefully slept, then he turned his head and continued to stare at the ceiling. His intuitive mind was filled with many thoughts. He thought about how he had come so far in the game in such a short period of time. Pictures of Hood, Mouse, Truck and a few others flashed in and out of his head. Face knew that each one of them had strived for the three things that every hustler craved; Money, Power and Success. But they had all fallen short and became victims of the game that they craved and loved.
"I'm gonna make it," Face whispered to himself. "I'm gonna be the man who wins!"
With a big smile on his face he turned and wrapped his arms around Tasha's body and happily closed his eyes.
CHAPTER 75
The next day, Laredo, Texas...
Laredo, Texas is a relatively small town in southwest Texas and is less than an hour from the Mexican border. On a privately owned ranch, not far from the Rio Grande River, Roberto Chevez stood watching as a large white food truck backed carefully into the huge barn.
The three workers got out of the truck and rushed straight to the back of the barn. One of Roberto's workers quickly closed the barn door then ran behind the truck with the other three workers. The back doors of the truck’s trailer were quickly unlocked and opened. Then all four men climbed inside.
After moving all the brown boxes of canned goods aside, the four workers saw hundreds of large black food boxes stacked up in the back of the truck. But, this cargo wasn't just food. It also contained a large cocaine shipment straight from Mexico; so far, it was the third one of the day.
Roberto's good friends worked at the U.S. and Mexican border control and was paid top dollar to make sure it entered into the U.S. territory unscathed. As the workers unloaded the black boxes filled with kilos of Columbian cocaine Roberto dialed a number on his cell phone. On the second ring a voice answered.
"Hello? Roberto, is everything okay?" Rico asked. "Yes Boss, the last shipment of the day just came through. I'm headed to Miami next, to make sure everything goes well there."
"Good, I will see you in a few days. How's our young friends doing in Philly?"
"Very good. Just as good as the last one," Roberto said.
"Okay, my friend, continue to keep me posted. I'll let my brother know that everything is going well. Goodbye," Rico said, then hung up the phone.
After the workers had removed all the boxes of cocaine, the doors on
the truck were closed and locked. Then, one of the workers opened the barn doors and stood back watching as
the truck drove out.
A half an hour later Roberto was seated in the back of a tinted Mercedes Benz and was being driven to the airport by one of his workers. His next destination was Miami. Being the top underboss in a powerful drug organization was a 24 hour a day job. And Roberto enjoyed every single moment of it.
Inside the offices of the T&F Real Estate firm...
Pamela sat at her desk and looked on as Tasha argued with someone on the phone. "Listen here Mr. Reynolds, I've checked all the records. You are seventy-five thousand dollars behind on your taxes and the property is about to be foreclosed on by the bank. I'm willing to take this mess off your hands and still let you walk away with a small profit. Now, either you're going to agree to my terms, or I'll take my offer off the table and find another property somewhere else. Now, what's it going to be?" Tasha demanded.
After a long pause Mr. Reynolds said, "Alright, you win. I'm on my way down there now, just have all the paperwork ready for me to sign.”
"Don't you worry. Everything will be ready when you get here and so will your check," Tasha promised, then she hung up the phone.
Pamela stood up from her seat and excitedly rushed over and gave Tasha a hug. "You did it girl! You did it!" she said happily.
Tasha had just convinced Mr. Reynolds to sell his run-down apartment building in North Philadelphia. The dilapidated three story building was located a few blocks away from Temple University. What Mr. Reynolds didn't know was that Tasha had already had a private meeting with school officials and Temple University was currently interested in buying old buildings to renovate for student housing. Once the deal with Mr. Reynolds was finalized, Tasha's next move was to sell the property to Temple University and walk away with a healthy profit.
Later that night...
Face and Reese patiently waited inside the tan colored Dodge Caravan. Two hours earlier they had both sat in expensive front row seats inside the First Union Center watching as the 76ers finally snapped their three game losing streak with a win against the New York Knicks.
In a losing effort Joey 'Slamdunk' Barnes had an unbelievable game; 33 points, 19 rebounds, 4 blocks, and 9 assists. But neither Face or Reese were impressed.
The tinted Caravan was parked directly across the street from the Egypt Night Club. Face and Reese had been setting in the van for the past hour with their pistols loaded and tucked under their belts and hidden beneath their tee-shirts. They watched the boisterous crowd of party goers as they entered into the popular club.
Inside the club’s crowded VIP section, athletes, entertainers, and hoards of beautiful women floated around meeting and greeting one another. The club was packed to capacity and the music was loud and intoxicating. Joey Barnes had just purchased a $200 bottle of Louis Roederer’s Cristal Champagne. When he walked back over to his small private table a beautiful black woman was sitting there smiling and waiting for him. Joey sat down beside her and placed his arm around her shoulder.
"So, Passion, what was you saying before I left?" he said showing his pearly whites.
"I was saying that you're my favorite basketball player in the whole world," Passion said, as she rubbed her hand up and down his thigh.
"So, you like me better than Jordan?" Joey asked.
"Way better," she lied convincingly. "Me and my girlfriend love you," Passion said.
"Is that right?" Joey said, leaning over and kissing Passion's neck.
"Yeah, and we share everything."
Joey stopped kissing and looked into Passion's eyes, "Why don't you call her, then? And we can all go back to my hotel room?"
"I don't have to call her. She's right over there," she said pointing to the tall, attractive white woman sitting at the bar. White Chocolate was seated at the bar with three black male admirers fighting for her attention.
Joey had spotted her earlier and wanted to say something to her, but after seeing the breathtaking body on Passion, he had approached her instead. Still, like most black men he had
a curious desire for white women.
"That's your girl friend?" he asked in surprise.
"Yeah, her name is Tiffney. She's my best friend and college roommate," Passion said with a grin. "And, like I said, we share everything," she added.
Joey’s lustful eyes watched as Passion got up from her seat and walked over to the bar. The jeans Passion wore accentuated her perfectly round ass and the thought of stripping off all her clothes and fucking the shit out of her made him hard with anticipation. He had slept with many groupies before but none of them had a body like Passion's. And the thought of having Passion along with her attractive white girlfriend would be even better; two more names to add to his long list of sex partners.
After Passion whispered something in White Chocolate's ear, she got up from her bar stool and together they smiled as they walked over and joined Joey at his table.
"Joey, this is my friend, Tiffney and she's a bigger fan of yours than I am," Passion said introducing them.
"Glad to meet you Tiffney," he said staring into her piercing blue eyes. "So, now that everyone has met, let's take this bottle of champagne and get up out of here," Joey said excitedly.
"My hotel is not far from here."
"Sounds fine with me," White Chocolate said as they all stood up and headed toward the VIP’s exit.
* * *
Jay rolled his wheelchair around to the opposite side of the bed and watched as Pamela peacefully slept. For a few silent moments he sat there staring at her beautiful face, lost in the memory of all the sex they used to share. As his eyes filled with tears he turned his wheelchair around and rolled out of the bedroom.
When Jay entered the bathroom he closed the door and reached underneath his tee shirt and pulled out the loaded .357 Bulldog revolver. He had already left the suicide letter on top of his pillow. In total silence he sat thinking about his miserable life and his tears continued to fall down his wide open eyes. He placed the stubby barrel of the pistol into the deepness of his mouth.
Pamela opened her eyes and turned over in bed. When she saw that Jay wasn't sleeping beside her she quickly sat up. She noticed the small white sheet of paper lying on top of his pillow.
She grabbed the note and immediately started reading, 'Pamela, I want you to know that I love you more than any words I could ever say. You are a true queen, Pamela. A one of a kind woman. I know you'll be very mad at me for doing this, but I honestly can't go on living like this. I'm sorry, but death is the only way for me to escape my miserable life - Jay.'
"Jay!" Pamela yelled as she leaped from the bed.
BOOOOOMM!
The loud blast stopped Pamela dead in her tracks. She froze completely. As the tears began falling down her terrified face, her hands and legs started to tremble uncontrollably. Fear and confusion swept throughout her body and after a long sigh she walked toward the bathroom. Her heart was pounded rapidly and her chest felt like it could explode.
When she approached the bathroom door she grabbed the knob and slowly turned it. She pushed the door open and stood there in the doorway. What Pamela saw was like a scene in a horror movie. The back of Jay's head was completely blown off! Pieces of brain fragments, flesh and his skull were splattered all over the walls.
Pamela stood there wide eyed as she looked at Jay's collapsed corpse. The .357 was lying on the floor in front of the wheel chair. Finally, she slowly turned away and walked back to the bedroom and sat on the bed staring straight ahead of her – looking at nothing in particular. She couldn't believe that Jay went out that way. Pamela was angry, filled with pain and grief and she was totally confused. After wiping her tears away she reached for the phone and dialed 911.
* * *
The Ford Explorer pulled up at the corner of 29th and Dauphin Street. Big C was behind the wheel and Ron Perry was sitting in the passenger seat. Both of them had black ski-masks laying in
their laps and loaded glock 17.9mm automatics were under their tee-shirts. The back door of the truck opened up and a man got inside. He closed the door and sat back, as Big C pulled away from the curb.
"You ready, Zeno?" Ron Perry asked.
"I'm always ready for murder," he laughed.
Zeno was another one of Hood's former street soldiers. He was a ruthless killer from North Philly, and a loyal friend to his former boss. As the truck headed back towards West Philly, Zeno sat back loading bullets into his .40 caliber pistol. He lived for murder and mayhem, and the thought of killing two people tonight made his trigger finger itch with anticipation.
CHAPTER 76
Outside Club Egypt...
The all black Bentley Azure pulled up and Passion and White Chocolate both smiled when they climbed inside. Most of the party goers were inside the club, so Joey didn't have to worry about signing any more autographs. Passion sat up front while White Chocolate got in the back seat. When Joey made the quick u-turn and drove down Delaware Avenue there was a smile as big as day plastered all over his face because tonight he was looking forward to a wild and lustful threesome. He simply couldn't wait to get both these women in his hotel room.
As he headed towards the Marriot Hotel, Passion quietly sat back holding onto her purse. Then she grabbed her stomach and said, "I feel like I'm going to throw-up! Pull over!" she added, seriously.
"Hold up! Don't throw up in my ride!" Joey said, as he quickly pulled over onto the side of the road.
"Girl, I told you not to drink so much!" White Chocolate said. "You know how you get!"
Passion opened the door and stepped out of the car. Joey opened his door and got out as well. When he ran around the other side of the car, Passion was bent over holding her
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