by Roy Glenn
We left The Late Night, got in our car and drove back to Grand Concourse and we waited. We had been waiting there for about an hour, when five squad cars pulled up in front of the building. The cops jumped out and Bobby and I watched as they cuffed and arrested twelve of the twenty-two men Bodie’s punk ass had protecting him.
“Now that’s how you thin out a herd,” Bobby said, and checked his weapons. Everybody had silencers.
“See, Bobby, all cops aren’t worthless,” I said, and got out of the car.
With the outside of the building clear, we walked right up, went inside and headed for the elevator. I heard the sound of somebody moving in the hallway. Bobby heard it too. He looked around the corner and saw the man that Michaella said was watching the stairs.
“I got him,” Nick said. He took out his gun and put on his silencer. As the man approached, Nick raised his weapon, and shot him twice in the chest.
“One down,” Jamaica said.
I pushed the button for the elevator. “You two take the stairs and wait for us on four.”
As soon as the elevator door opened, the man inside raised his gun, but Bobby shot first. He went down from multiple shots to the chest. We got in the elevator, Bobby pushed four and I kicked the gun away from the man.
“I’m pretty sure he’s dead. I don’t think he was gonna be reaching for that gun.” Bobby put another clip in.
“True, but you never know. Better safe than sorry,” I said, and put two more in his head.
“Satisfied?”
“Yes. I’m sure he’s dead now.”
The elevator was old and slow, so by the time we passed three, I could hear shooting.
“Sounds like the party’s already started,” Bobby said.
“I did tell them to wait for us, didn’t I?”
“You did, but you know how shit goes sometimes.”
“You ready?” I asked as we finally got to the fourth floor.
“Let’s go,” Bobby replied as the door opened.
I looked out in the hallway and I could see that two men were down and the other two were laughing as they blasted away with automatic weapons. They had my crew pinned down in the stairwell.
“Come on out mutha fuckas!” one yelled.
“Bitch niggas is scared!” the other yelled. They were having too much fun with this.
Me and Bobby stepped out, took aim and fire two shots a piece to the back of their heads. When the shooting stopped, I saw Nick peek his head up from the stairs. I waved him on.
“Told y’all to wait for us,” I said softly.
“Yeah, well, shit happens sometimes.”
“I’m just fuckin’ with y’all,” I said as we walked down the hall to the apartment that Michaella said Bodie was in.
As we got closer, the apartment door opened and then closed quickly. When the door opened again, a man stepped out and opened fire with a mini-14. We all took cover and I was glad that none of these mutha fuckas ever thought that it was necessary to aim their damn weapons. He fired away wildly and didn’t hit shit. We shot back as best we could until his magazine was empty. Another fact they never consider. The man looked up at us and before he could reach for another magazine, I fired twice and hit him with one to the chest and one to the head.
“Everybody all right?” Bobby asked as Nick and Jamaica emerged from cover.
When I pointed at the door, Jamaica stepped up and kicked it in. All four of us rushed in and searched the apartment. “Did you find anybody?” I asked.
“Place is empty, Mike,” Nick said.
“Fuck!” No Bodie.
“I think he got spooked when Michaella told him that we found Wes,” Bobby said.
“Yeah, whatever,” I said as we left the apartment and went down stairs. “Now we gotta find Bodie again.”
“He’s gonna go deep underground when he hears about this,” Nick said.
“I know.”
We drove back to The Late Night and dropped off Nick and Jamaica.
“What you gonna do now?” Bobby asked me.
“I guess you can take me to Michaella’s so I can pay her back for services rendered,” I told Bobby, and he drove in that direction.
Chapter Sixteen
Bobby let me out at Michaella's house and I rang the bell. I guess she really wasn’t expecting me to show because it took a while for her to answer the door. I was about to leave, when the door swung opened. I waved to Bobby, he pulled off and I went inside.
“Hello.”
“Hello, Michaella.”
She was wearing a long black nightgown. The delicate silk fabric was so sheer I could see the outline of her luscious brown skin. When she turned back to me, I saw that the triangle cups could barely hold her tits in them. It made me want to slip the thin straps off her shoulders and take one of those fat nipples that seemed like they were dying to get out into my mouth and suck them.
“Did you do what you had to do?” she asked, as she led me into her bedroom.
“Yes, I did. Thank you for what you did. And I’m sorry that I put you in that position.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, it isn’t. You could have been hurt or worst.”
She laughed a little. “You know that I didn’t think about that until I dropped you off and was on my way home. And then I thought, are you kidding? You work in a bank, sitting behind a desk, asking people what type of checking account they want to open. That was the most excitement I’ve ever had in my life. Not that I want to make a habit of doing it, but it was exciting,” Michaella said, and stepped into my arms. I kissed her lips and then kissed my way down to her neck to her sexy shoulder and bit it gently.
“Ahh,” Michaella moaned as I eased her straps off her tender shoulders slowly. When her gown fell to the floor, I took a step back to admire her body. Her breasts were full and firm; I ran my tongue along them and her nipples grew harder. I ran my fingers through her hair as she began unbuttoning my shirt. I started unbuckling my belt to take my pants off.
“Let me take those off for you,” Michaella said.
She licked and sucked my nipple while she pulled down my zipper.
“Sit down.” Michaella knelt down, took off my shoes and pulled down my pants. “That’s better,” she breathed and took my dick in her hand and stroked it.
“Come here,” I said, and I laid down on her bed.
She got up quickly and laid down in bed next to me. I attacked her thighs, pushing them apart and kissing my way up her body and the closer I got to her pussy, the more Michaella squirmed.
“Don’t tease me,” she said in a whisper and moved my head to where she wanted it.
I sucked her lips gently, and then glided my tongue slowly along her lips. Up one side and down the other, while making circles around her clit with my finger.
I gently slid one finger inside of her. I moved it in and out slowly. Making small circles around her clit, keeping pace with my other finger. The circles became smaller and smaller, then I massaged her clit lightly. I slid my tongue around the edges of her perfectly shaped Brazilian wax, and when I spread her lips, Michaella arched her back to accept my tongue.
“Yes!”
She held my head in place and rotated her hips while I licked, tongued and sucked her pussy like it was my last meal and there would be no seconds.
“Oh, shit, Mike! What are you doing to me!” Her back arched and her body jerked. “You’re gonna make me cum!” Michaella screamed.
She reached for my cum drenched face and pulled me toward her. Michaella pulled me on top of her and guided me inside her. “You’re dick is so hard.”
Michaella closed her eyes and grinded her hips into me slowly. With my weight on my arms and her thick ass thighs on my forearms, I took my time and fucked her slowly until her eyes opened wide. “Yes, Mike, yes!” she screamed as she came hard.
Since I love a rider, and she was great at it, I rolled Michaella on top of me. She leaned back slightly and swayed her hips from si
de to side while she squeezed her nipples in between her fingers. When I grabbed her ass, Michaella planted her feet, sat straight up, put her hands on my chest, and pounded her body into mine just the way I liked it.
I arched my back and Michaella fucked me harder and faster, digging her fingernails into my chest, and I squeezed her titties together and sucked both of her nipples at the same time. That pushed us both over the edge; she screamed, my whole body locked and Michaella milked every bit of cum out of me.
I woke up later that day, Michaella wasn’t in bed with me, but I could smell food cooking. I was about to get out of bed when she came through the door carrying a tray.
“Good afternoon, Mike. I hope you don’t mind, but I made you something to eat.”
“I don’t mind, I haven’t eaten anything since early yesterday, so I’m starving,” I said, and sat up in bed.
Michaella sat the tray on the bed and then she propped the pillow up behind my back. “It’s not much, just some red snapper strips and some fries.”
“Where’s yours?”
“I made this for us to share,” she said as she sat down next to me and began to feed me. After we ate, Michaella took off her gown, got back in bed with me and I tried to break her back one more time before she took me home.
When I got to my apartment, I halfway expected for Vickie to be there, but she wasn’t. I hoped that she would be, because I really wanted to talk to her. I went in the bedroom and I could tell that she’d been there, because the bed was made and the room was clean.
I went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and then I went to get undressed. When I came back in the steamy bathroom, I saw that Vickie had left a note for me on the mirror.
It said, I missed sleeping with you last night. I guess you don't like sleeping with me as much as I like sleeping with you. It was signed with a smiley face.
Chapter Seventeen
Me and Bobby had been in the street all day, going around to every place that we thought Bodie liked to hang out looking for his ass. We’d been to Hoops, Shooters, The Crazy House and The Four Kings lounge, but he was nowhere to be found.
“Are you surprised?” Bobby asked. “We wiped out his whole set last night and the ones we missed are in jail.”
“Since Cavanaugh really didn’t have anything to hold them on, unless they had warrants, they’re probably out by now,” I said.
“Point is still the same, Mike.” Bobby shook his head. “You been hangin’ around Wanda too long. Always gotta be so fuckin’ precise about every fuckin’ thing.”
“Lighten up, Bobby, I get your point. The nigga is running scared.”
“Like the bitch-made nigga he is,” Bobby said as we drove. We had been to his house; all three of his women’s houses and all three said that they hadn’t seen Bodie in days.
We went to all of the gambling houses he ran, been to the places he ran numbers out of, shit, we even pulled a drive by on the house he ran hoes out of. That nigga was ghost for real. The next day, instead of wasting our time looking for his ass, I decided that it was time to move on from that.
“What you gonna do?” Nick asked.
“Since the nigga is ghost—”
“Like the bitch mutha fucka he is,” Bobby added.
“All of his shit belongs to us now,” I said, and sent my people to all the spots to take over. Violently, if necessary. It went smooth in some places, others, not so much.
So, when some of Bodie’s people insisted that they were going to stay loyal to him, me and Bobby went to deal with them personally.
“You know where Bodie’s hiding from me?”
“Yeah. He’s just regrouping, getting his shit back right, you know what I'm sayin’,” one told me. “And when he does, he’s gonna be back, stronger than ever and he’s gonna kill your mutha fuckin’ ass, Black.”
“He might, but you won’t be here to see it,” I said, and shot him in the chest.
Then I put two more in his head, because I like to make sure that a mutha fucka is dead. I turned to the rest of the people in the house.
“Anybody else wanna die today?”
There was silence.
“Come on, now. I’m sure somebody else wants to die so they can be in hell when Bodie gets there,” Bobby said as he walked around the gambling house.
One of Bodie’s men had a big shit-eating grin on his face. “What you smiling about?” Bobby stopped in front of him. “You got something you wanna get off your chest?”
“No, Bobby.”
“Yeah, but you was thinking about it,” Bobby said, and then shot him in the head.
“I’m gonna say this one more time. This shit is mine now. All of you mutha fuckas work for me. And if I hear that any one of you are communicating with Bodie, or bringing him money or even thinking too hard about him, I will kill you, your whole family, your fuckin’ dog and anybody else you care about.”
Bobby stopped in front of another one of Bodie’s men. “Like this,” he said, and put one in his head.
“Am I making myself clear?” I asked.
“Yes, Black,” some of them said, but it was lackadaisical.
I took out both of my guns and pointed them. “I didn’t fuckin’ hear y’all!”
“Yes, Black!” they all said like their lives depended on it being the absolute truth.
When we left and got back in the car, both Bobby and I fell out laughing at what we had just done.
“I don’t fuckin’ hear y’all!” Bobby laughed.
“That’s no worse than, yeah, but you was thinking about it,” I laughed and we were still laughing about it when we got back to The Late Night. It was five in the morning and the place was still packed. Seems that our hostile takeover was good for business.
There was even a line to get in The Blue Room now. It was a bar to make money on the wannabe’s that couldn’t get in The Late Night, but now we started charging to get in.
“That’s because we’re on top,” Wanda said and raised her champagne glass as we toasted to our success a week later.
I expected her to break into a speech about how we were on top now, and what it was going to take to stay there, but I was wrong.
“Everybody wants to be down with us, because we’re the shit!” Wanda hollered and drained her glass. Bobby refilled her glass, she drank that and then she started singing an old disco classic, “Oh yes, it's good to be the King. Ooh la, la, gee, but it's good to be the King.”
“Say it girl,” I said and raised my glass.
Then Wanda bounced up and started dancing too.
“You can be sure about one thing, Ooh la, la, mais oui, it's good to be the King!”
Bobby stood up. “To the new king, Mike Black.”
Everybody stood up and raised their glasses. “All hail the new King,” Nick said.
“Long live the King,” Freeze said and everybody but me drank to it.
I stood up. I raised my glass. “I’m not the King. We’re a family. Long live this family, and death to anyone that tries to come between us.”
Bobby nodded his head. “To the family.”
“I’ll drink to that,” I said, and joined my family in a toast to us. But that night, our family wasn’t complete because Vickie wasn’t there to celebrate with us.
When our private party broke up in the office, we came out into the club, and I saw that Michaella was there. Even though she had to get up in the morning to go to her job at the bank, Michaella was becoming a regular at The Late Night. She had the appearance of a woman that was trying to establish herself in the spot that used to belong to Carmen. But I wasn’t feeling that. What I was feeling was her sex. That shit was good.
I left The Late Night with her, spent the night dicking her down and Michaella dropped me off at the crib on her way to the bank. I took a shower and went to bed. I don’t know how long I had been asleep when my phone started ringing. My phone never rings, and I like it like that. People have a tendency to say all kinds of shit on the p
hone without thinking about who else is listening.
“Who is this and how did you get this number.”
“It’s Veneshia.”
“Who?”
“Your bottom girl, daddy.”
“How’d you get this number?”
“I got it from Drew,” Veneshia said, and I wondered how he got my number.
“What you want?” I asked, and made a mental note to get my number changed.
“I know where that nigga you’re looking for is, daddy.”
I sat up. “Where are you?”
“I’m at the Super8 on Southern Boulevard.”
“Stay there. I’m coming to you.”
I hung up the phone and called Bobby.
“Who the fuck is this?” Bobby answered.
“It’s Mike.”
“Can’t be. Mike Black never calls anybody.” Bobby laughed. “So who the fuck is this?”
“Stop fuckin’ around, Bobby. I need you to come get me now.”
“Why, what’s up?”
“I’ll tell you when you get here.”
I hung up, got dressed, armed myself and was standing outside when Bobby got there.
Chapter Eighteen
When I got in the car, I told Bobby what was up and he drove like a mad man to get there. Veneshia was standing in the parking lot when we got there.
“Where is he?”
“That nigga is in room 104 with two of our hoes, daddy,” Veneshia said. I hate that she feels the need to call me that, but fuck it.
“How did you find him?”
“He must not know I belong to you now, daddy, because he reached out to me about an hour ago, said he wanted two of your hoes, daddy.” By this time, Bobby had covered his mouth to keep from laughing. “So I got him set up in that room with two of your finest, brought the girls in, made sure he was satisfied with them, and I kept the key,” Veneshia said and handed me the key to the room.
“Come on.” I started walking toward the room thinking that she handled it for me like a good bottom girl was supposed to. I would have to make finding them some place safe to work a priority. I protect what’s mine.