“Please, please, don’t,” she begged.
It didn’t matter. His hand continued to roam. She started to resist, but felt the pressure of a gun. She allowed it to happen, out of fear for her life. The driver was preoccupied. The car was going about eighty close to ninety by now. His hand roughly groped her breast. She held in the sick feeling of disgust. “Please don’t... Stop please…” He covered her mouth with the gun.
Where are the damn police? Deedee thought. It didn’t do much to try and outstare him. All of a sudden she remembered the face. He was one of the guys sharing a smoke earlier with Coco. His smile covered with the gold fronts she’ll never forget. Deedee felt afraid and started to scream. He slapped a hand over her mouth, and with his other hand he placed the gun’s muzzle against her ear.
“Click!” He said.
Mentally, she died.
She awoke with him physically on top of her, pawing and attacking her. The passenger seat was reclined and her black spandex pants were off. Her black sweater was dangling around her neck. Lil’ Long was prying open her legs with his torso.
She resisted and tried to push him off. He was strong and after a couple of minutes of struggling, he mounted her. He slobbered all over her body, bit her breast and raked her thighs. She screamed. He slapped her again and again. Blood trickled from her lips. Deedee sobbed as he viciously thrust himself into her flesh until he exploded. She scratched his face. He slapped her harder.
“Don’t kill da bitch, nigga. Lemme get a piece!” the driver was shouting excitedly.
The car pulled over to the roadside. Deedee thought the nightmare ride was over. The driver snatched her from out the car and slammed her against the hood. He brutally forced himself between her legs and was inside her, assaulting her on the hood of the Mercedes.
“C’mon muthafucka bust your nut and let’s get the fuck up!” Lil’ Long shouted.
When he was finished, the driver slapped Deedee to the ground with a heavy backhand. Then he jumped back into the car.
“Vulcha, you nasty ass. Wiping your dick on da bitch…”
“Nigga, I didn’t even use a condom.” Vulcha laughed starting the car.
Lil’ Long threw the rest of her clothes at her and fired twice. Both shots struck within inches of her naked body and ricocheted off the pavement. The explosion caused a fall-out of dirt to settle on Deedee’s tear-soaked face. Vulcha gunned the engine and the deadly duo peeled out. Laughter and music came from the Benz. The car disappeared into the early morning mist.
Deedee was down and not moving, wishing she was dead. She sobbed loudly while pulling her clothes on. How did this all begin? she wondered. Dazed and confused, she passed out from the pain.
CHAPTER 9
Deedee woke up in a hospital bed. She glanced around and then pinched herself to see if it was real. What am I doing in the here? Thoughts raced to her conscious but baffled mind. She checked herself and was wearing Versace jeans with aqua Chloe blouse. Looking around, Deedee saw the blue Louboutin patent heels she was wearing next to the bed. She scratched her head and slowly came to the realization she was laying down in a hospital bed.
“You fainted earlier,” Dr. Gluckmann said, walking in the room. “Don’t try to get up just yet. I’ve got a few checks I’d like to run.” Dr. Gluckmann stopped in front of the still confused Deedee. He checked her pulse and examined her vision. Deedee examined the doctor’s face, searching for answers. He continued with a series of tests. Then he smiled warmly.
“Everything seems normal,” the doctor said. “Get this prescription filled at your local pharmacy and with a little rest you’ll be just fine.”
“Thank you, doctor,” Deedee said.
She sat up, feeling better from the news. Deedee was still dressed in her expensive jeans and buttoned down shirt. She was able to flash a smile at the doctor as he walked out the room. Eric walked in and barely avoided a collision with Dr. Gluckmann.
“I’m sorry, doctor,” Eric apologized, twisting and turning his body.
“It’s okay, Mr. Ascot.” The doctor nodded.
Eric didn’t hang around for any further exchanges. He dashed over to the bed and held his niece.
“Are you okay, Dee? What happened?”
“I was visiting Coco and, ah, passed out.”
“Doctor is everything alright? I mean, can she come home?”
“Yes, she’s fine. A little more rest and there’s a prescription she has to be filled. And oh yes, please see the nurse before you leave. There may be some paperwork or something I may have forgotten.”
The doctor walked out and left Eric alone for a minute with Deedee.
“I don’t know what happened, Uncle E. Really I don’t. I was visiting Coco with her mother and I was in Coco’s room. I was standing and watching Coco and before I knew it, I was here in this room.”
“It doesn’t matter now. You probably haven’t been sleeping well, huh?”
“I haven’t had a good night sleep since…” Deedee’s voice trailed and her attention was drawn to the door.
Eric turned to see what had averted her attention. He smiled openly when he saw who it was.
“We’ve got to stop meeting all the time in hospitals. What happened? You never called me back,” Eric said and walked over to greet Sophia with a hug.
“What’s wrong with Dee?” Sophia asked. “Someone from the doctor’s office called. They couldn’t reach you and Deedee may need a ride home because she had fainted and,” Sophia said, throwing her arms up.
She walked over to Deedee and assisted her out of the bed. “Well, you seem alright,” Sophia said smiling and holding Deedee. They hugged and shared air-kisses.
“By the way. I called and left a message for you last week,” Sophia said.
“I got the message late,” Eric responded.
“Your guest must not you to get it,” Sophia said, looking at Eric with suspicion. “She seems bent on saving you from my advances.” Sophia smiled.
The ringing cellphone distracted all. Deedee checked hers and Sophia did also. Eric finally glanced at his persistently ringing phone and silenced the call.
“Josephine?” Deedee said.
“I’m just saying, if the cap fits,” Sophia remarked sarcastically.
“I got the message, but later,” Eric said as his cellpone began ringing again. He turned it off without answering.
“I wonder why,” Sophia said with a smirk.
“Does anyone know how Coco’s doing? Maybe we could go visit her,” Deedee suggested, sensing the anger in Sophia. The incessantly annoying ring started again. There was an impregnable pause as Eric repeated his actions, checking the caller ID and turning off the cellphone without answering it.
“I think it’s a very good idea,” Sophia said with an acidic smile.
They walked out of the room and down the hallway. A sulking Eric followed dejectedly. The trio reached Coco’s room and saw her mother sleeping quietly in a chair next to Coco’s bed. Deedee walked over and touched Coco’s hand. She was surprised when she felt a grip in response. Deedee glanced down at her best friend and saw the bandages around her eyes.
“I’m glad you can feel me, Coco,” Deedee said and smiled. Eric and Sophia held hands while staring at Deedee. They were not aware of Coco’s subtle squeezing Deedee’s hand. “I know you’re gonna make it, you’re such a fighter,” Deedee continued. “I thought I’d lost you back there. I had no idea why he wanted us so badly, but the imbecile is gone. Yeah girl, the bastard took a big trip and won’t be coming back.”
Deedee paused when she felt the grip weakened and became loose all together. She was crying when Eric held her by the arm.
“Let’s go baby-doll,” Eric said. “You can come back and visit her again. Coco needs rest and so do you. Remember that’s what the doctor told us.”
“Just another minute Uncle E,” Deedee said.
“Okay, you got it.”
Deedee held her friend’s hand again. It remained
limp but she gripped tighter. Deedee then whispered a prayer.
“I’m gonna be here for you, yo,” she whispered, mocking Coco’s way of speaking. She kissed her hand and walked out.
“How did you get here?” Eric asked Sophia.
“In a taxi,” she smiled wryly.
“I’ll give you a ride,” he said, gently taking her arm.
They went outside to the parked black Rolls Royce Phantom. Eric jumped in the driver’s seat and the doors flew open. Sophia sat in the backseat and Deedee was up front. He drove downtown to a tiny bistro where they ate and drank heartily. It was a little after midnight when Eric dropped Sophia at her apartment.
“Don’t forget to get the prescription filled for Deedee. Call me about Friday night,” she said, exiting the passenger side of the car.
“Don’t you worry Soph, I won’t let him forget so easy,” Deedee waved from the backseat.
Eric watched Sophia’s sexy behind prancing by the doorman. He waved back at her and was on his way home with his heavy-eyed niece. Traffic was light and Eric was moving slightly above the speed limit along the West Side highway. A few miles on the highway, he saw the flashing lights. Eric pulled the Phantom over to side of the roadway. Instead of approaching, the police shone a bright light on the car and started on the loudspeaker.
“Keep your hands where we can see them. Driver, put both your hands out the window and the passenger will do the same!”
Eric was surprised at the orders. Still, he shook his head and complied. Deedee awoke to powerful searchlights. She glanced back and was blinded b.
“Uncle E, what’s going on? Why are they stopping us?” Deedee asked, rubbing her eyes.
“Passenger, follow all commands… put your hands out the window on the right side!”
“Deedee, please do what they’re asking sweetheart. These overzealous police may accidentally shoot us,” Eric said.
“Why are they stopping—”
Deedee’s query was shortened by the onslaught of two police officers. One was dressed in uniform and the other in plain clothes. Both had their guns drawn and were moving steadily toward them.
“Get out the car! Get out the car now with your hands up. Get your hands up!” The police ordered as Eric and Deedee slowly exited the Bentley. They were thrown against the side of car and were quickly frisked.
“What the fuck’s going on? This gotta be some kind of mistake. Why are you searching her? I’m Eric Ascot. This is my niece and we ain’t no criminals!” Eric shouted in protest, looking at his niece.
“Boy, you better shut the fuck up and listen. You hear me, boy?”
The officer in uniform rudely nudged them and directed them toward the squad car. He then slapped a pair of handcuffs on Eric and Deedee.
“You can’t do this!” Eric protested.
“We can’t huh? You just watch and see,” the officer answered.
Another officer walked over to the black and silver Phantom and began searching the vehicle’s interior.
“This is illegal, man. You have no right to treat us this way!”
“Shut your trap and get in the car.” The uniformed officer smashed Eric’s face and pushed him in to the backseat next to Deedee.
“Illegal? Illegal huh? Sounds real good,” the officer said smiling. “Really good…”
“Now you’re sounding like a damn preacher. What’s so good about this? You pulling me over and then harassing me. What’s really fucking good?” Eric asked.
The officer laughed and Eric saw three other unmarked cars race to the scene. Eric swallowed hard and prepared for the worse. Before long there were so many police cars parked, it looked like a police convention. They jumped out, checking out Eric’s car and walking around.
Half- an hour later, a tow truck arrived, hitched the Rolls Royce and towed the car away. All the police slowly got back into their squad cars. With a sneer on his mug, Eric saw Kowalski sauntering menacingly over to the car wearing a smile.
“What da fuck!” Eric started as the detective got in the car.
“You, my man, are going to jail,” the detective calmly said.
“You bullshitting! On what charge?” Eric shouted.
Detective Kowalski narrowed his eyes and fired a taunting glance at Eric before speaking.
“This car has been reported stolen,” he smirked. “So far it looks like possession of a stolen vehicle, resisting arrest, driving over the speed limit, and driving while intoxicated are a few charges I could come up with right now.”
“What…?” Eric said with renewed surprise. “Get the fuck outta here!” Eric shouted.
“Who would think, the great music producer, Eric Ascot would be part of a car theft-ring?” Kowalski said, shaking his head.
“It’s all a mistake. It’s got to be. Somebody fucked up and is trying to set me up,” Eric said.
“Yeah buddy, you sure did,” Detective Kowalski said as he got out the car and answered. “Read them their rights then take his ass in and lock him up.”
“What about the girl?’
“Lock her up too,” Kowalski answered with a smirk.
Eric Ascot and Deedee were led away in handcuffs. Deedee saw a look of surprise and disgust written all over her uncle’s face.
CHAPTER 10
“I told you before you need to stop smoking, ‘dro. It’s fucking with your weak-ass mind, bitch,” Kim said, looking at Tina.
“Oh, I see ‘em Calvin Klein’s pills you droppin’ fucking with your memory, bitch?” Tina frowned.
“Huh? I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout,.”
“Whateva,” Tina chuckled. “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by”
“You better watch what you about to say to me, bitch. It may not be much, but it’s still my house,” Kim reminded Tina.
After their meeting with the district attorney, both Kim and Tina rode back uptown to Kim’s apartment. They started cleaning up some of the damage caused by the search made by the CALI6, a hit squad sent after Ernesto and partners, including Carlos. They were were killed and some of the diamonds they stole were found. But not all. Tina had stashed a sizable rock.
“As I was about to say, we can help these people out and have our way. Sell this rock and let it rain.”
“Oh, yeah? Rain where? In jail, bitch? You get too mixed up in shit too quick. You can’t feel no rain behind bars, bitch,” Kim said, picking up pillows and setting them back in place on the sofa.
“Kim tell me the truth. You scared, huh?”
“Oh no. It’s not a matter of scared. I don’t know what’s-his-face?”
“You mean, ah, Eric Ascot? Mister Money-man.”
“Why you sound like you hating?”
“They got money and it’s been a long time since I’ve gone shopping. I seen shit that I like too, Chinchilla fur I want…”
“Yeah, so you gonna bring down another man to get what you want, Tina?”
“Bitch, I ain’t fucking with the DA for me only. It’s for Angel, you and Roshawn too. Duh… the nigga is a hot producer. He got mad dough all day long. For me, every day’s the same struggle. Shit cost and I gotta eat. You gotta make up your mind and be bold. Being scared will only leave you starving in this cold-ass world,” Tina said.
Kimberlys thought about what Tina said and finished putting all the pillows in place. She walked to the kitchen and poured two glasses of red Sangria. She walked back and handed a glass to Tina. They sat and drank together.
“I hear you, Tina. At least he works for his. I feel cheap doing this gig,” Kim said.
“Yeah, but lemme tell ya, them checks we’ll be getting, they go to child support. Every payday we can put our checks in a bank too. Get a card and only take out what we need. Some people have three jobs and don’t have a payday. There’s a difference between getting paid and working to get paid. One you have money, the other you don’t.”
They both laughed and drank some more. Tina lit a blunt before continuing.
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“Hold up. Lemme steam some cinnamon sticks and burn some incense,” Kim said.
“We don’t want to depend on no man for our kids,” Tina continued when Kim rejoined her. “We gotta go get it, girl. Get that paper and that’s what this caper is all about, money and a little enjoyment. All niggas about is, ‘What you cooking?’ and ‘Can I come over?’ Sorry nigga. Stay your black-ass over your home and smell the eight course meal over the phone, playa. We won’t need no man when we can do it on our own.”
“Uh, huh” Kim said with a high-five.
“When shit hit the fan, we only got us,” Tina said. “My girl,” Tina shouted and passed the blunt. Kim puffed before she spoke.
“I wasn’t planning on getting down with this biz like that but I can see your point,” she said.
“I should’ve broken it down to you before this but it came together when we went to meet the DA people,” Tina said. “Then it made sense. We help them, they help us. It’s a mutual agreement. It ain’t like we ratting anybody out,” Tina said. There was urgency in her tone. Kimberly lowered her eyelids in deep thought.
“One day, I do wanna have my own money,” Kimberly said, still not totally sounding convinced. “I won’t have to borrow money. And go shake my ass all over hell to get loot.”
“Nope,” Tina said shaking her head. “Kim, hello, I told you ma, you’ll never need anyone else to help you. Roshawn’s education, ma…” Tina swiped her hand across her neck. “It’s no longer a problem.”
“Anyways, this reminds me of the time Deja had one of his bright ideas. I loaned him my hard-earned six-hundred dollars. Mind you, I’m the one shaking this booty,” Kim said, sliding her hands over her curvaceous ass. She pointed her index finger at Tina before continuing. “You know? I was putting this fine ass out there so my son can look good. Comes time for him to pay me back, he straight-up forgets.” Kim paused and looked into Tina’s eyes. “When it’s time, are you gonna forget, Tina?” she asked.
“I’m telling you girl, he’s no different than any other man out there. You know I got you, ma,” Tina said.
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