Memoirs of a Creole Crime Cartel

by Red Snapper

  “Well…lookie here…if it isn’t Roscoe’s bottom bitch…still here huh Fancie?”

  “Don A. Phillip Laurie…what are YOU doing here…fuckin’ up our shit?”

  “I’m want to talk to your pimp…where the fuck is he?”

  “I don’t know…and if I did I wouldn’t tell your ass!”

  “Now…now Fancie you don’t want to go down that route do ya?” “I would hate to fuck your old wore out ass up!” “WHERE IS HE?”

  She just sat there smoking her cigarette, without saying a word. Andrew looked at his henchman and before he could nod his head, he hit Fancie in the jaw, knocking her out of the chair onto the floor. She looked up at Andrew as she tried to get up, but before she could, the henchman stomped her on her left side, making her fall back down on the floor.

  Andrew walked closer to her as he said, “Well Fancie…I see you’re still just as stubborn as you use to be…WHERE’S ROSCOE?”

  As she wiped the blood from her lip she answered, “Look Andrew…if I tell you he’s gonna beat my ass like you doing…I ain’t got no place to go!” “Please Andrew…don’t do this to me!”

  Andrew laughed as he replied, “What the fuck do you want me to do about that shit bitch…I’m giving you one more fuckin’ chance to tell me what I want to know or I swear…”

  She quickly interrupted him, “He’s downtown at the Grand Hotel on the Presidential floor.” “He’s there with some new bitches…he just left me here…HE LEFT ME FOR SOME YOUNG ASS BITCH NAME TANGIE!”

  When Andrew heard that, his eyes grew big as he pulled out his revolver and put it to Fancies’ head.

  “What did you just say bitch?” “You didn’t say what I thought you said did you?”

  She looked at him with tears in her eyes as she replied, “I told you he’s there with his new bitches.” “One of them goes by the name Tangie and the other is her fuckin’ friend LaVette.” “He’s got this call girl thing going and they’re his main money makers.” “That Tangie bitch is his new bottom hoe.” “He left me here to keep an eye on this strip club game while he’s acting like he’s Hugh Hefner or some shit at the Grand Hotel.”

  Andrew was devastated at the news as he picked Fancie up from the floor and said, “You gonna warn him aren’t you Fancie?” “You gonna tell him I’m coming…I know you are RIGHT?”

  She looked deep into Andrew’s eyes as she replied, “I love him Andrew…I know that I’m foolish, but I just wanted him to be with me!” “You want to take him from me…I can’t allow you to do that!” “I don’t want you to kill my man!”

  Andrew stared at Fancie for a few minutes then he said, “You know…I’ve known you for many years huh?”

  She shook her head in the affirmative.

  “You know this is not normally personal right…this shit is usually about business HUH?” “But when it come s to my family…especially when it comes to my daughter…its PERSONAL!”

  She looked at him surprise as she suddenly realized that Tangie was his daughter. She immediately replied, “Wait Andrew…He doesn’t know that she’s your baby girl!” “He just found her on the street…please Andrew…HE DOESN’T KNOW!”

  While still holding her up, his henchman handed him a gun. Andrew put the gun next to Fancies’ left temple and shot her instantly in front of me and everyone in the room. I couldn’t believe my eyes, as I just witnessed a murder like it was nothing in front of me. After he did this, she fell lifeless to the floor with blood rolling out of the right side of her head. She was dead and he didn’t care as he took a handkerchief from his henchman, wiping the blood from his face as he handed back the gun to him. He then looked at me with a demented expression on his face as to warn me, if I couldn’t convince her to come with him, I’d be next.

  Chapter 11 – Tangie

  June 1988

  The Presidential Suite of the Grand Hotel

  Columbia, Missouri

  I couldn’t believe this was happening. Especially because when I first met this man I couldn’t stand the ground, he walked on. Now…here I was lying in bed with him and enjoying every minute of it. I guess I knew I wanted him all along, but I just didn’t want to seem like some little young bitch, wet behind the ears running after someone who was much older than I was. I think I really knew that I was attracted to him after he protected me from that awful excuse of a man Leland who tried to rape me and make me his damn concubine. When he came to my rescue and I saw a gentle side of him, one that was genuine, I knew then I wanted him. I watched him as he got out of bed and strolled into the bathroom to start the shower. I was not yet finished with him, so I waited a few minutes before I went after him in hot pursuit.

  As I enter the bathroom, I could see the steam as it billowed out the door. I open the bathroom door and stepped in as quietly as I could. The air was hot and humid as I slowly remove my nightgown, watching his naked form through the thin plastic of the shower curtain. I sneaked over and pulled it back, as I noticed quickly he was facing away from me. I got extremely excited as I was now watching the water as it cascades down over his sexy physique. He was standing with his back toward me, one hand splayed and wedged against the wall, the other moving in front, suspiciously lowering on his chisel body. I couldn’t believe how well this man kept up his body as I watched the spray of water hitting his head as he hung it low under the nozzle. My eyes was running over his body, his wide shoulders that taper down to his slim hips, muscular legs that lead up to a nice tight ass which made my nipples tighten as I gazed at him. Yeah…I was glad that I met him and I knew that I wanted to make him feel real good as I stepped behind him, as quiet as a whisper and moved in close. I pressed my body tight against his back, my hands running around his hips and across his abdomen. As soon as I did this, I heard him moan slightly as my hands slowly slid up his chest. I pressed tighter so he could feel my hard nipples against his back. His hand slowly moved over the length of his hardening dick as he pushed back against me. I couldn’t help myself as I began to spread my fingers, than closed them pinching his nipples between my knuckles. As soon as this happened, one hand left his dick as he began to caress my head, digging into my still dry hair, the other remains on the wall as I pinch and tease his nipples until they are as hard as mine.

  “Laissez les bons temps rouler,” (French for “Let the good times roll”) I thought as his other hand remained on his chest, still playing and the other slid lower, over his six pack abs, through the bushy patch of rough black public hair at his center then lightly down the length of his now growing hard dick.

  He moaned as his hand was now in my hair again, gripping tighter as I wrap my fingers around his length. I slid the smooth skin against my palm, lightly and teasingly, ran my fingernails over his shaft as he hardened fully under my touch. After this he turned slowly, dislodging my hands and stoop slightly down to kiss me, the spray now hitting the back of his neck sprinkles my face as he slid his tongue against mine, one of his hands pulling and twisting my nipple, his body pressed nice and close, his dick digging into my hip.

  I pushed him back and moved, my lips brushing over against the wet skin on his neck, then his collarbone and lower. I nip the top of his pecks then capture one stiff nipple between my lips, sucking it lightly then biting it, listening to his moans bouncing off the walls around us as his body shudders slightly when I release that one and move to the other.

  I took little bites as I moved lower, nipping at his washboard abs, then sinking my teeth into the soft skin stretched over his hipbone. I let one hand drift lower, dragging my nails over his sensitive skin and lifting his throbbing hard dick as I ran my tongue between the crease of his leg, I kneel before him, looking up into his eyes. He stared down at me with a slight smile on his face. I knew I was in control as I dipped my head and lave the rough skin on his balls, letting my tongue press hard against them, I sucked one then the other into my hot wet mouth as my hand closed over the head of his dick, squeezing him. I keep looking up at him, his eyes watching ev
ery flick of my tongue as his hips started to gyrate. I kept running my tongue leisurely up the length of his dick, the skin satiny smooth against my tongue. My hand slid down his shaft and gripped it at the base as I took him gradually inside my mouth and my lips close tightly over the tip.

  I slid down nice and slow, moaning at the fresh clean taste of his just washed prick as I took as much of his dick as I could until I felt the head entering my throat. When I did that, he moved back and forth inside of my mouth. I gagged a little as his fat dick went in even further and my throat closes around him. He just gasped as I slide back up, dragging my teeth along the sensitive underside of his shaft. I bite down on the head of his dick lightly then slid down again, slowly at first, then gradually faster. I use my tongue and my teeth expertly as I bobbed my head up and down. My hand rolled and squeezed his balls, my fingertips teasing and stroking the sensitive skin just behind them. His knees locked as I played, his moans filled the small space as I looked up at his face. I loved this moment, the look on his face, the way his hips worked with my mouth, those little moans, and groans and that totally engrossed look of sheer arousal on his face. I took my mouth from him and ran my hand over his saliva-coated dick, as he reached down and pulled me up, his lips meeting mine as his hands lift and squeeze my breasts, his fingers pulling and pinching my hard as rock nipples. He turned me and press down on the back of my neck; I placed my hands on the wall and spread my legs wide as his hand slid slowly over the cheek of my ass then lower. I groaned loud as his fingers slid lower, my pussy aching for his touch as I arched my back as he pushed two fingers deep inside me then dragged them higher, brushing lightly over the hardened nub of my clit. I rocked my hips as he repeated his actions, pushing inside then rubbing my own wetness over my nub. My hips started to roll as he teased me higher and higher until he finally pinched it and rubbed hard. I cried out as I came, my hips bucking up against his fingers as he slipped them back inside me, rubbing against my G-Spot and prolonging my orgasm.

  He stepped closer and rubbed the head of his enormous dick along the length of my slit; I got up on my toes as he found my hole and slid slowly inside. I groaned biting my lip as his dick filled me to the brink with all of his thick hardness. My pussy gripped tight around him as he started pounding me slowly in and out. One of his hands was gripping my hip tight as the other roamed over my chest, twisting and pinching my nipples hard. My whole body responded and I started to move with his rhythm. Soon I cried out as he was hitting bottom on each stroke, not caring if anyone might hear us through the hotel walls. He just kept pulling me up until, my back met his front and locked his arm around my body, one hand squeezing my breast, and the other drifting lower to rub my clit as his hips moved. I shuddered when I came again, clamping down on his huge shaft like a vice and crying out as my juices coated his dick and slowly started to seep from me, the warm wetness mixing with the water as it ran down the insides of my thighs.

  I groaned as he slipped out of me, spinning me around. His lips found mine as his hands went down to my thighs and he pushed my back against the wall of the shower. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs wrap around his hips as he lifted me off my feet and sink me back down along his length.

  Using my weight as leverage he started to really pound into me hard and fast as his head dipped and his mouth locked onto my nipple, biting it as his hips moved faster and faster. He lifted me again and kissed me as I nipped at his lips, letting my hands move over his broad chest, pinching his nipples as my pussy was contracting tightly around his tool. I cried out as my juices were flowing again, arching my back and hitting my head hard against the wall. I barely felt it as my body locked tightly around his. My internal muscles rippled up and down his lovely shaft as he slammed hard and deep into me, taking his own pleasure. He exploded with one final push and his knees started to buck as his dick pulsated, filling me with his cum while he pulled slowly in and out, prolonging his own pleasure. His head falls against my shoulder, his breath coming hard and fast against my neck as he slowly and finally ceased.

  I slowly lower my feet to the floor as his dick softened and slid from my punany. He smiled at me, a warm sated smile as he reached over and grabbed the bar of soap, working it between his palms. As I tried to catch my breath, his eyes moved from my toes to my head as he winked and then reach for me, hugging me as he said, “I really wish I knew more about you.”

  I smiled as I felt something eccentric, but brilliant happening to me. It was like I felt myself conceive. I know this sounds ridiculous, but I knew then that I was going to be pregnant. At that moment, I knew I was going to have his child.

  As I finished washing my body, I got out the shower and dried myself off. I walked into the bedroom and sat down at the vanity. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I thought about my feelings and I felt that having his child would not be a bad thing, but would he want this, would he want to be a Papa to a child he conceive with a whore? As I pondered on that question for a little while longer, Roscoe finally walked out of the bathroom. He looked at me and smiled as he went to put on his pants. I got up and put on my robe as the phone rang. Roscoe strolled over and answered the phone.

  “What up…whose this?”

  “WHAT YOU SAY?” “Are you sure it’s him?” “Okay...okay give a few minutes and I’ll be right down.”

  He hung up the phone and slowly looked at me with a strange expression on his face. I was a little frightened as I asked him what was wrong.

  “Tangie…Don A. Phillip Laurie is downstairs in the lobby.” “He’s about to come up here to see me.” “Why is the Don of the Creole Mafia is here to see me?” “He don’t come and see no small time pimps like me unless I did something to jeopardize his interest.” “Tangie…is there something that I need to know before he comes up here?”

  I stared at him with this dumbfounded expression as he gazed at me, waiting for a truthful answer. For the first time in my whole time knowing this man, I had never experience this side of him. He had an expression of fear on his face and it scared me. When I saw that, I knew we were in deep shit.

  “Roscoe…please let me explain…I”

  Before I could finish my sentence, my Papa and his men were knocking at the door. He looked at me as he quickly embraced me, holding me real tight as he said, “Well…it is what it is baby girl.”

  Putting on his shirt, he then strolled over to the door and opened it. As he opened the door, two of my Papa’s henchmen immediately grabbed him, dragging him over to the couch, sating him down. As they did this, my Papa slowly strolled into the room and slowly turned in my direction. When he shifted his eyes on me, he stared at me for a few minutes before he began to move toward me. It was the first time I’d seen him since I was fourteen. I was now a twenty-two year old full-grown woman and my Papa was trying his best to keep from letting his men see his tears as he slowly walked over toward me. I slowly stepped back slightly before I let him embraced me. I gave in to his touch as I hugged him back. Although I didn’t want to admit it, I was glad to see my Papa. He looked down at me as he said, “Tangie…my baby girl why…why did you leave me?”

  I gazed up at his face as I tried to come up with an excuse for running away. I couldn’t as I let my head fall on his shoulder allowing the tears to begin running down my face.

  When I looked up again I saw Carissa standing there with one of the henchmen, which made me furious. I broke my embrace and walked over toward her and said, “So you were the one who told him huh?”

  She looked at me with a confused expression on her face as she replied, “What was I supposed to do Tangie?” “My life was on the line…funny you didn’t mention that you were the daughter of a Don!”

  I immediately looked over at Roscoe as she said that. He looked at me with a disappointment in his eyes. This was not a position he wanted to be in as my Papa strolled over to him and said, “So…you been pimpin’ my daughter out huh muthafucka?”

  He looked at me and then back at my Papa as he repli
ed, “I didn’t know that she was your daughter Don Laurie…how was I to know?”

  My Papa looked at him as he said, “Word was out on the street that she was missing and you didn’t even try to see if she was in your stable.” “You should’ve listened to the word on the streets my brother!”

  He got down on one knee as he pressed himself into Roscoe’s face as he replied, “So whatcha doing here with her now…fuckin’ the shit out of her huh?” “Yeah…I bet you was really schooling her real good huh…pussy nigga?” “Breakin’ her in like she’s some two-dollar hoe huh muthafucka?”

  Roscoe just looked at me with tears in his eyes and then back at my Papa as he replied, “No Sir…I am in love with her…I swear I didn’t know she was YOUR daughter!” “Had I known…I would have done the honorable thing and informed you of her whereabouts.” “I swear she kept her identify from me and my crew.”

  This whole thing was like a nightmare reemerging as flashbacks of my Papa catching me in my bedroom with Jerry resurfaced. I tried to get it out of my mind, but my Papa brought it back as he continued to question Roscoe about our relationship. Before he could do anything, I yelled at my Papa, “PAPA PLEASE…DO NOT HURT HIM!” “If you want me to go back with you then…I’ll go…I’LL GO!”

  When I said that, my Papa immediately stood up and looked at me.

  “Let me just get a few things and we can be on our way.”

  He glanced over toward Carissa, motioning for her to go with me to the bedroom to gather my things. As I was moving toward the bedroom, LaVette came in the room. She immediately ran over toward me, grabbing my arm as I continued to stroll toward the bedroom. My Papa motioned for his henchmen to help Roscoe up from the couch as I turned back to face him.