The War Report 3
A King Benjamin Novel
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Chapter 1
May 2009
Mercedes Jay slid down his boxer shorts as he watched Michelle’s silhouette through the glass enclosed walk-in shower, admiring the framework. The shower radio was on playing an old school song from Ruff Endz’s Someone to Love You. As he eased open the shower door steam escaped into the air and Jay began to snap his fingers and sing as he stepped into the shower with Michelle.
“Baby I been waiting all my life for someone just like you,” he sang as he did his butt naked version of a two-step and continued to snap his fingers.
Michelle didn’t mind his singing in the shower at all. In fact, she’d come to enjoy his voice more than she did when she originally found out he could hold a note. He continued to harmonize until the middle of the song, and two-stepped as his long, black sword swung left to right slapping Michelle on the back of her thigh.
“Get that thing out of my way, I’m trying to shower over here,” she finally protested.
“How ‘bout I put it in ya?” Jay offered.
“Naaaaa, you don’t know how to work it so I’ll pass,” she teased him.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, it’s embarrassing to finally admit it but hey.” She shrugged with a most satisfied grin on her face as she rinsed the suds from her body.
Jay grabbed Michelle by the waist and pulled her close with her back to him.
“You wasn’t talking that shit last night though,” he whispered in her ear making her giggle.
“I knew you were about to say that. I was just giving your ego a much-needed boost of confidence.”
“Oh okay then, good looking out,” Jay replied as he kissed the back of her neck.
“No problem, anytime,” Michelle responded.
Jay maneuvered his hand down between her legs and began to play with her angel pie.
“So what you wanna do today?” he whispered softly.
“I don’t know I was thinking—”
“Bend yo’ ass over,” Jay ordered as he forced her upper body to bend over slightly and lifted her left leg on to the sitting platform as she quickly grabbed a hold of the shower knobs for balance.
Jay roughly plunged inside of her and slowly ran his stroke the length of her walls.
“Mmmmm,” Michelle moaned.
“Yeah, I know,” Jay said as he balanced his feet, gripped her waist and proceed to pound her out, smacking her ass just the way she liked it.
“Oooh shit! Stop,” she begged.
“Naw, naw. You started this shit,” Jay reminded her.
Michelle loved every minute of it as she took one hand and spread her butt cheeks apart for Jay. Jay continued digging her out as if he was searching for gold but in reality, the treasure was wrapped around his pipe, dripping its love juices down his balls.
“Muthafucka!” Michelle shouted out as his rhythm began to send her into a frenzy.
“Say dat then,” Jay replied as he gave her a few more long strokes then backed out.
He spun Michelle around and shoved his tongue in her mouth. She kissed him back with intensity as he lifted her off the ground. She reached around until she found his bone and slid it back inside her. Jay bounced Michelle up and down on his dick, giving his whole body a morning exercise as his stomach muscles bulged and hot water streamed down their bare bodies.
The soft, smooth feel of her booty against his hand, and the visual of her breast bouncing up and down, combined with the waterfall flowing from her love box was more than Jay could withstand. Moments later, he felt his body tense up and blissful sensations erupted as he unloaded inside of her.
“Got daaaamn,” Jay said, still amazed at how Michelle’s pussy always felt like a slice of heaven.
Michelle was busy trying to catch her breath and her legs came down on the base of the shower. When she finally got her wind and her thoughts together, she had to say something slick.
“See, I told you, you wasn’t ready.”
That one made him just laugh out loud.
“Shut the fuck up.”
****
Gunner and Ray Ray were riding through southwest Detroit in a low-key Buick Lacrosse on the way to meet up with the connect Hector. Unfortunately, this wasn’t expected to be a pleasurable meeting. Since Jay gave Gunner the connect and moved to North Carolina things were different in the city. Coke was becoming harder and harder to slip through the normal drug portals which made the price of the product rise. Drug spots were harder to maintain because law enforcement had been able to increase snitching to an all-time high. Gunner had to expand his operation and invest in some pills and marijuana to make up the difference, but the main source of his crew's income was still coke for the time being. So when Hector sold him five bricks and the first half a brick he tried to cook up came back ugly and short on grams, he went bananas.
Gunner and Hector didn’t care for each other that much already. For some reason, the vibe between them just wasn’t there. Nevertheless, they’d been able to do business with no problems or issues up until now. Gunner had already called Hector and expressed his concerns in as much detailed code words as he could over the phone. When Gunner arrived at the collision shop Hector owned he pulled in the back and called Hector’s phone.
Hector’s right hand Santiago went inside then came out back and waved Gunner in. He grabbed the gym bag with all the dope then he and Ray Ray headed inside.
“Woah, woah,” Santiago said. “Who the fuck is this?” he asked pointing to Ray Ray.
“You know who the fuck he is. It’s the same nigga that comes with me every time I pull up here,” Gunner explained.
“Yeah but he waits in the car Ese, you know that,” Santiago reminded him.
“Naw, he coming in today,” Gunner assured him as he pulled out his phone and called Hector again.
Ray Ray and Santiago exchanged menacing glances while Hector and Gunner were on the phone. Usually, there wouldn’t be this much tension in the air but the last deal had Gunner and Ray Ray in a really nasty mood.
“Come on Ray,” Gunner said as he ended the call and pushed past Santiago.
Inside Hector’s office, Gunner sat the bag on his desk and waited.
“How much is this?” Hector asked calmly.
“That’s all five of ‘em. The four and a half soft plus that fucked up half of hard,” he explained.
“I can’t take the whole five back Ese. I thought you were bringing me just one,” Hector replied.
Just then Santiago slid into the office and stood in the corner. If Gunner was going to have somebody watching his back he definitely needed to be watching Hector’s.
“The fuck I’ma do with it dog? I just told you how the shit coming back,” Gunner replied.
“Did you drop one of the other bricks to see if it came back?”
“Hell naw, I didn’t have to. It’s all the same shit ain’t it?”
Hector was shaking his head.
“I haven’t had this problem with no one else up u
ntil now. I’d advise you to drop another and see what happens, then maybe we can talk,” Hector said.
“Naw, naw, you don’t understand. I’m telling you the shit fucked up. I just drove all the way here with five bricks. I’m not about to take the same five back and try it again. Then what? If they all fucked up you want me to drive all the way back over here with it again? Hell naw!”
“Watch yo’ tone ese,” Santiago warned.
“You shut the fuck up, this don’t concern you,” Ray Ray returned.
Santiago was heated now and he looked at Hector to see if he was going to react or not.
“Listen, I’m willing to swap out the bad one, but I can’t take the other four. I haven’t had any complaints up until now,” Hector said.
“But I still take a loss on the other four, Hector. I don’t even want a swap out. I want my money back. I don’t want none of it,” Gunner explained.
“Come on man. That’s not business, you know the game,” Hector said.
“I don’t know that part of the game where you sell me some bullshit and I agree with it.”
“Come on dog, fuck the bullshit! Is we getting our bread back or what?” Ray Ray said becoming irritated.
“You shoulda kept your dog in the car, Gunner,” Hector complained.
“Yeah before his ass gets put to sleep,” Santiago agreed.
Ray Ray turned to face Santiago.
“Who the fuck you think you talking to puta?” he snapped.
“Hold on Ray!” Gunner said gesturing for him to halt, trying to calm his friend. “I need my bread back Hector, what’s up?”
“The fuck I just tell you ese? I’ll do one. That’s all I can do.”
“That’s all you can do? Really? That’s what it is? Okay.”
Gunner’s patience had run out. He pulled out his pistol. Hector’s eyes bucked right before Gunner aimed and shot him in the forehead. His body slumped in his office chair as Ray Ray pulled out at the same time as Santiago. The small space inside the room allowed for marginal error. As Santiago let off a round in panic he was nailed to the wall by a hail of gunfire from two pistols. His body dropped slouched in the corner but stayed sitting upright as Gunner grabbed his gym bag and Ray Ray opened the door. As soon as they stuck their heads outside of the office, bullets started flying at the door forcing them back inside. Ray Ray ducked in the corner to use the wall as his shield then returned fire emptying his clip. While he reloaded Gunner shot it out with the Mexicans hidden behind cars while paying customers scrambled for their lives.
“Come on dog!” Gunner said ushering Ray Ray forward to make a run for the back entrance.
Trying not to run out of ammo before they made it outside, Ray Ray shot off a couple rounds at a time as he fled the office and Gunner backed him up with enough shots to make it to safety. When they made it to the car, Gunner didn’t even bother putting the car in drive. Once he hit reverse he just backed out down the alley until he made it to the residential street.
Chapter 2
Huntington, West Virginia
When Bones broke out of prison he didn’t have a real plan as to how to stay out. The goal was to lay low for as long as he could while he developed that plan. He knew he had enough money to survive on and as long as he had Oshiwa he’d come up with a power play eventually. They ran to Kentucky first and stayed there for few months, but before they could even set up anything some other dudes from Detroit got the whole town hot as a firecracker with murder after murder and they had to bounce.
From there they landed in West Virginia and had been there ever since. At first, it was just a place to live and stay off the radar but as time went on the money Bones and Oshiwa had begun to dwindle down. Oshiwa had family in town and was able to learn the city quickly, but it wasn’t anything like what they were used to. Everything was kind of congested, meshing the slums and the suburbs all together. The benefit to this was that it was easy to set up shop and put the word out around town, but the downside was that everyone was listening including the law.
Big Cliff who escaped with Bones was arrested the same night but Jazzy Jeff remained at large. He and Bones kept in contact reaching out every other month or so until Jazzy inquired about his hustle. Knowing two heads were better than one he invited Jazzy down to West V to have a sit-down and map out a plan. Then he called Doe who was still in the city wishing Bones and Oshiwa was still around. Doe caught the Greyhound bus to Huntington then with Oshiwa’s help he and Jazzy rented two apartments inside the projects and the rest was history.
“Bones!” Oshiwa shouted from the bedroom of their new home.
“What?”
“Doe on the phone,” she revealed.
“What he want?” Bones asked.
“He said he out of work,” Oshiwa said.
“Okay.” Bones shrugged and continued cutting up rocks on a plate.
Bones didn’t do any of the dirty work besides paying for the drugs, cooking, and cutting. All the other manual labor was done by the rest of the team, so he didn’t know why Oshiwa was talking to him about Doe being out of drugs.
“He wanna talk to you,” she explained.
“Oh,” Bones said as he sat the razor down on the plate and went to grab the phone.
Oshiwa handed him the cell phone, slightly rolling her eyes. She was happy to be reunited with Bones but she wasn’t so happy about being ducked off in a slow ass southern town where nothing was popping and niggas were still riding spoke rims and wearing airbrushed T-shirts. This shit wasn’t for her but she understood the position they were in and she was trying to take it all in stride. She knew the reason Bones valued her so much was the same reason his brother Dontae loved her when he was alive. Oshiwa was the kind of rider every thug wanted on their team.
“What he say?” she asked as Bones handed her the cell phone.
“He said your cousins ain’t been there in three days,” Bones answered.
Since Oshiwa had family in the city it was much easier to cut them in and make moves through them as they felt things out for a while. It was working out at first, being that her little cousins were happy to finally start making a few dollars from their nickel and dime hustling. Lately, it seemed like they were getting lazy and content, didn’t want to get out and make the money anymore.
“I’m going over there today anyway.”
“Shit, we really don’t need them niggas no more. If they don’t wanna work they can get the fuck on,” Bones said.
“It’s better to have them around though. I’ma talk to both they asses,” Oshiwa assured him.
“Doe and Jazzy know everybody now. What we need them for?” Bones wanted to know.
“’Cause, Bones, you know niggas gon’ start hating if they see Detroit niggas is the only ones over there making some money. We need to just keep shit how it is.”
“I don’t know. It ain’t like we making a killing down here. Shit, the fewer people we gotta pay the better,” Bones said.
The profit margin was still huge in West Virginia compared to Detroit, but the country was in the middle of an economic recession and every flip took much longer and cost more than what hustlers were used to.
“Maybe we need to start looking somewhere else,” Oshiwa suggested.
“Ain’t nothing different nowhere else. Shit fucked up everywhere,” Bones said.
“Yeah, you’re right about that,” Oshiwa agreed. “But fuck it, we alive and free, we’ll figure some shit out,” she said.
“You already know,” Bones agreed.
****
Michelle and Jay landed in North Carolina after she was offered a coaching job at UNC State on the women’s gymnastics team. It was her first love and she decided if she wasn’t going to be a news reporter anymore there was nothing else in the world she’d rather do. Once Jay made up his mind to leave the game, it didn’t much matter to him where they landed as long as he was with Michelle. She still couldn’t believe he gave it all up for her and sometimes she feared that o
ne day he’d wake her up and the middle of the night with his bags packed headed back to Detroit.
Jay still wanted to pursue starting an independent record label, but he knew he would have to hit the road and do some big time networking if he was going to be operating with NC as his home base. He’d opened up another mom and pop record store in town but it was bringing in just enough money to pay the expenses of keeping it running.
“Stacy, come here,” Michelle called out to one of her students.
She’d been watching Stacy Sahara make the same mistakes all week on the balance beam. Stacy hurried over to Michelle with an uncertain look in her eyes.
“You’re still not breathing right before your landings. I think you know why too,” Michelle added.
“Yeah, I’m still nervous and thinking about my hamstring,” Stacy admitted.
Stacy had injured her hamstring on a dismount over a month ago and now that she was back, she couldn’t stop overthinking her landings. She was an amazing athlete, especially on the balance beam. She’d mastered the hand shift with one arm, the jump/swing press handstand, and she could literally teach a front tuck flip.
“Get out of your head, Stacy. Focus on your breathing, okay?”
“Okay,” Stacey replied with a nod before taking off.
Michelle received a text message alert and she reached for her phone.
Jay: Good news.
Michelle: Really? Lay it on me OG.
Jay: I see you got jokes.
Michelle: No really, lay it on me.
Jay: I found a spot for my studio.
Michelle: Oh wow! That is good news, congratulations! We gotta celebrate.
Michelle stopped texting as she spotted Alicia falling off the beam.
“Are you okay, Alicia?” she called out.
Just then the girl bounced to her feet and gave Michelle a quick thumbs up. Michelle glanced at her cell phone again.
Jay: I was thinking the same thing.
Michelle: Okay, but I get to choose where. I’ll call you when I get off.
Jay: Okay.
Jay didn’t have a single artist to start with but his determination and drive was such a turn-on to Michelle. She only hoped she could find some way to assist Jay in making the music thing happen because she believed it was what he really wanted for himself.
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