When It All Falls Down: A Chicago Hood Drama (A Hustler's Lady Book 1)

by Tamicka Higgins

  “That’s wassup,” Juan said.

  “Alright, nigga,” Byron said. “Tell me what you done found out and shit. I told you about them niggas, and I ain’t gon stop until I find them and kill’em. Ain’t no niggas gon’ rob me of that kinda money and get away with it. I know you know somebody that know them or somethin’. Tell me what the fuck you done figured out, and if you know where those niggas are so we can go get’em.”

  “Man, I heard through this chick that I know that Jackson is stayin’ out at some motel out in Indiana, in Hammond or some shit like that,” Juan explained. “She said she went over there last night, but he ain’t say nothin’ about robbing you or nothin’.”

  “I bet he ain’t say shit about it,” Bryon said, leaning his head back as the chick on his dick pushed her mouth all the way down to the base. “Niggas ain’t gon talk about that shit. And you say that they stayin’ in a motel out in Hammond.” He snickered. “Them niggas really is runnin’ scared, ain’t they? I would say we roll over and kill’em right where they are, but you know how them police be in Indiana. They always pullin’ niggas over, and they be comin’ out of fuckin’ nowhere and shit. If some bad enough shit happen, they lookin’ at us and shit when we goin’ through the toll booths on the highway and shit. I wanna draw them niggas out, make them sweat a little bit, you feel me?”

  “Man, let’s just go put a bullet in these niggas heads now so we can get this shit over with,” Juan said. “That was some fucked up shit they did to you,” he said, thinking about the account that Byron had given him. “You gave that nigga his money, and he gon’ come up in your house on some home invasion shit and rob you and shit. That’s just fucked up. I don’t know why you ain’t just kill them niggas when they was at your house and shit.”

  “Nigga, I told you,” Byron said, taking a pause to tell the chick on his dick to be more careful with her teeth. “They both had fuckin’ guns and shit to my head and shit. I emptied a whole round out in the street, but they’d already gotten into their car. I admit. I fucked up because I wasn’t aware of what was going on in my house. I saw they came in through the door downstairs that let out to the backyard. Now I know I need to get me some pit bulls again. I moved up out the hood, and now I got the hood comin’ after me, drivin’ all the way out here and shit. This shit is just fucked up.”

  “Yeah, it is,” Juan said. “So, what you wanna do, nigga? How you wanna handle this? We know where they is, right? The chick is one of them hoes; all you gotta do is buy her some stuff and break her off with some dick, and she start talking about whatever it is that you wanna know. Chick was easy as fuck.”

  “Let’s do this,” Byron said. “I wanna know about the nigga’s family. I don’t feel like chasin’ and shit. You said you found out that the dude he was with was named Tramar?”

  “Yeah, or that’s who I heard it would probably be,” Juan said. “Some niggas I know that stay over by him said they always seein’ that nigga Jackson with Tramar. They hustle and shit and stay gettin’ money, but don’t really socialize with a lotta people like that. Or at least not that anybody could talk about.”

  “I see,” Byron said. “Here’s what I want you to do. Find out where the nigga stay and shit and see what kinda family they got. I don’t care which one you look into or which one you find. Let’s get one of these niggas relatives or something, and we can go from there. You know how niggas in the hood are. As soon as you get to they family, they all the sudden wanna start listening and shit. I ain’t playing with these niggas. The shit they pulled was a fuckin’ slap in the face. I want these niggas dead, and I want them to suffer before it happens. I ain’t chasin no niggas around Chicago or over into Indiana. Fuck all that. I’mma draw them out and see what happens. And I’mma make sure that I get my money back.”

  “My jaw is tired,” the chick sucking on Byron’s dick said in a whiny voice. Byron looked down at her with eyes that let her know right then was not the time for her complaining. When she saw that he was ignoring her and pushing her head back down into his lap, she looked at her friend, who was licking Byron’s balls as she went with the flow and took Byron’s manhood back into her mouth. Byron, who was a little spiteful and aggressive at times, pushed her head down until her nose pressed into his pubic hair. She gagged a little, but he didn’t care. He held her head in place for nearly a minute, until he felt like letting up.

  “Yeah,” he said to Juan, ending the conversation. “I wanna draw those niggas out. Let’s get somebody that’s close to them. And I don’t care who it is. They came over here once to rob me, they can come again to try to get they family back and get killed.”

  Chapter 8

  By Thursday, Byron’s boy Juan had talked enough in the streets to know where to find Tramar’s father’s house and Jackson’s grandmother. Since the grandmother was in a nursing home, Byron thought he’d be somewhat respectful and go for the father’s house. Early Thursday morning, around 7 a.m., Juan and his partner Knight, who both did odd jobs here and there for Byron, rolled up in a white van to the front of the house on Adair Street. Juan parked out front and looked up at the two-story Victorian. The street was nice and quiet, with bushes going up the side of the property, acting as a fence of sorts. He looked at his boy Knight, who was sitting in the front passenger seat next to him.

  “If everything works out, when I go up to the door and get inside, I want you to come up and come on in too,” Juan said. “The quicker the better so we can get the fuck outta here before school buses and shit start rolling down the street.”

  Knight, who was average height and kind of lanky looking from years of hard drug used nodded, letting his boy know that he understood. The two of them sat outside of the home for about ten minutes or so before Juan knew it was time to head to the door and see what happened. He slid his gun from underneath the seat, and then the six-foot-five man headed up to the door. His plan was to knock and see what would happen. If the situation didn’t feel right, he would simply say that he’d gotten the wrong address and turn around.

  An older man answered the door. “Good morning,” he said.

  Juan nodded. Seeing that the man was in his fifties and not very big in size, he forced his way into the house. He pushed the older man back as he stepped into the foyer. The man tried to fight back, but Juan was too big and too strong for him, especially at his age and time in life. It didn’t take Juan much time or energy to almost knock the man out and leave him lying on the floor. He had grabbed his neck and pulled him down to the floor as he pummeled his face.

  Once the older man was on his hands and knees, Juan stepped back over to the front door and waved for Knight to come on up. Within seconds, Knight had climbed out of the car and was heading up to the door, across the front yard. He walked into the house and pushed the door closed behind him.

  “Damn, nigga,” Knight said. “What you do to this old nigga here, man? He look pretty beat up.”

  The older man raised up off of the floor. Just as he’d gotten back to his feet, Juan walked at him in a very domineering way, letting him know that if he tried anything, he’d get the beat down all over again. The man picked his glasses up off of the floor and slid them onto his face.

  “Who are you niggas?” he asked. “What are you doin’ in my house?”

  “Who are you to a nigga named Tramar?” Juan asked. “Who the fuck are you to him?”

  “Tramar?” the man said, sounding very concerned. “You talkin’ bout my son? What the fuck is goin’ on here?”

  Just as Juan was about to come up with something to say, a woman’s voice came from the top of the steps. She said, “Honey, is everything okay down there? What’s going on?”

  Juan and Knight smiled at one another. The woman’s voice sounded sweet, making them think that maybe it was Tramar’s mother. Sure, a man would go to great lengths to get his father back should a couple of guns run up in his house and take him. However, any man would go even further to get his mother. Juan had to seize the opport
unity. In the flash of a second, he had pushed the older man back, his body slamming into a foyer table this time before he fell to the ground.

  Juan rushed over to the steps and looked up. There, his eyes met with those of a woman wrapped in a towel. From just that glimpse, he could see that the woman was in her forties, if not late thirties. However, she still had her shape – her figure was about the same, if not better, than a lot of the chicks Juan would mess around with in the streets.

  The woman screamed and disappeared from sight, running down the upstairs hallway. Juan dashed up the stairs, watching his head as to not bump it against the low ceiling. When he got to the top of the steps, he looked both ways. The hallway was lined with doors. With his gun drawn, he slowly walked down the hallway. Just as he had walked passed a bedroom door, he heard what sounded like muffled crying coming from behind it. He smiled and kicked the door open. The door swung open and slammed into the wall. There, Juan looked at the woman as she stood in a corner wrapped in a towel with a shower cap over her head.

  “Where the fuck you runnin’?” he asked as he entered the room.

  The woman had a look of sheer terror on her face as Juan went toward her. “Who the fuck are you?” she asked. “What the fuck do you want? What did you do with my husband?”

  “Your husband?” Juan asked. “Well, look what we got here. You Tramar’s mama, huh? That body is lookin’ kinda nice.” He licked his lips. “Real nice.”

  The woman scurried around the room, trying to dodge Juan so that she could manage to get out of the room and make a run for downstairs. However, her efforts proved to be useless. Once Juan had caught her, she squirmed to get free of his grip, only stopping once she felt the cold metal of the gun pressed against the side of her head. Tears rolled down the side of her face as she pleaded for her life.

  “Shut up, bitch, and let’s get downstairs,” Juan told her. He guided her down the steps, feeling on her butt and thighs as she walked. Once they’d gotten down into the foyer, the older man was now being held at gunpoint by Knight.

  “What are you doing with my wife, nigga?” Tramar’s father asked. “What the fuck are you doing with my wife?”

  “Sexy little thing here,” Juan said, smiling, as he rubbed the woman’s head with the barrel of his gun. He licked his lips. “Vintage vagina is what you’d call her. And she still could get it.” Juan pushed his hand under the towel, forcing his way between the woman’s legs. She screamed no as she pushed his hand away, freezing when she looked at the gun again.

  “Shut the fuck up, bitch!” Juan said. He then turned and looked at Knight. “Nigga, which one you think we should take? The mama or the daddy?”

  “Who are you talkin’ bout?” the woman said. “I don’t even fuckin’ have any children. What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

  “You not Tramar’s mother?” Juan asked, looking confused. “You said you was this dude’s wife.”

  “I am his wife,” she explained, wanting it all to end as soon as possible. “But I’m Tramar’s stepmother. I been his stepmother for like fifteen years. His mother is dead. His mother is dead.”

  “Stepmother?” Juan asked, nodding. “You a pretty sexy stepmother, ain’t you?” He fondled her breasts, causing her to squirm. Juan then looked back to Knight. “Before we take this nigga over to Byron’s, you want some of this morning pussy? She thick as fuck, ain’t she?”

  The woman pleaded to be let go, saying that she didn’t even know where Tramar had been for the last couple of days. Juan told them that he knew where he was; that was not his reason for coming. The older man hated that he felt so helpless, knowing that if he made a wrong move, he and his wife could have their heads blown off.

  “Hmm, hmm,” Knight said, nodding. “She look like she got that good pussy, don’t she. I’d bang an older chick, especially if she look as good as she look. That bitch is thick as fuck. And look at them tits.” Knight leaned forward and playfully jiggled Tramar’s stepmother’s breasts. He laughed when she jerked away, as the little bit of teasing turned him on.

  Juan chuckled and looked at the time on his phone. “Man, we really ain’t got time for all that just yet,” he said, pushing the woman into the adjacent living room. He began to undo his pants then stopped. “Bitch, bend over that couch so I can see what I look like for later.”

  “I’mma kill y’all niggas,” the older man said. “I swear to God, I’mma kill you niggas. My son ain’t even here.”

  “Nigga, we know that he not here,” Juan said. “We know the nigga ain’t here. Just shut the fuck up so you don’t ruin my nut, old man. I would beat this pussy up in a way that you probably ain’t been able to do in the last couple of decades.”

  The woman resisted, but Juan didn’t care. He liked when a woman played with him a little bit, and he would play a little in return. Fearful for her life, the woman moved back until she stumbled and fell back into the couch. Juan snickered, seeing the way her legs kicked up into the air when her head hit the back of the couch. His wanted to pull his pants down to his knees as his hard dick was begging to be freed. “Seeing that pussy in missionary is coo, too,” Juan said. “I ain’t that picky, lady. Just let me see that pussy. I know that shit is wet as fuck.”

  Knight held the gun to Tramar’s father’s head, telling him that if he moved, his son would have a funeral to plan. Juan held her legs apart. Annoyed with the towel blocking the short view he had, he grabbed it and tossed it to the side. His eyes feasted on the woman’s lovely thickness as he held her legs in place and imagined pushing himself all the way inside of her. She cried, as this was the first time a man had been so forceful with her. In all honesty, she simply wanted to die. Her husband watched from the foyer, wishing that he could stop the fondling that was taking place with his wife. The feeling of being powerless was just too much for the old man, to the point that he could feel his blood pressure rising.

  “You want some of the dick, don’t you?” Juan asked, holding the woman in place with his weight alone. “I know you like that young dick, don’t you? You want some of that young dick, don’t you?”

  The woman shook her head and screamed. “Stop! Don’t touch me anymore! Stop! Help me!”

  Juan slapped the woman across the face and told her to shut the fuck up. She continued crying, causing Juan to grab one of the couch pillows and press it into her face so he could look at her body in peace Now, with her cries for help muffled, he wanted to take her. However, he stopped when Knight reminded him that they’d better get back and not do anything here in case some of the neighbors heard something For several minutes, Tramar’s father had watched as he was horrified that Juan would rape his wife, talking dirty to her as if she were really enjoying such a horrible thing. Luckily, he did not have to watch such a terrible thing take place.

  Juan tensed up and backed away from the couch, shaking his head “Fuckkkkk,” he said. “I know that pussy would feel good, but my buddy is right, lady. I betta wait. Nigga, come over here and get a up-close look at it.”

  Juan walked away from the woman, enjoying the simple high that came with a man seeing fresh-looking pussy in the morning. “Damn, this pussy looks good,” he said as he backed away from the couch. He grabbed his gun, which he’d sat on the edge of the couch, as he backed away. He then pointed it at Tramar’s father and told Knight to come over and have himself a little feel. Not hesitating the least bit, Knight walked over with a big smile on his face. The woman continued to scream and squirm as Knight now forced her legs open to have a look. He undid his pants, unleashed his penis, and allowed it to dangle in midair. For the next few minutes, he stroked as fast as he could while running his fingers up and down the woman’s thick body.

  Now that they’d both felt on the woman a little bit, Juan decided it was time to head out. The last thing they needed today was any neighbors possibly hearing what was going on and making the situation even worse. Juan escorted the woman back upstairs, where he had her put on some jeans and a sweater. When they ca
me back downstairs, Knight still held Tramar’s father at gunpoint in his place in the foyer. Juan pulled out his phone. “Let me call this nigga and see where he want me to take these niggas,” he said.

  Juan called Byron. He told him that he’d gotten Tramar’s father and stepmother, reminding him that Tramar was the dude that was with Jackson. Byron remembered very vividly, now knowing that Tramar was the one trying to get his boy Jackson to kill him in the kitchen before they left the house with the money. In some ways, Byron was more upset with Jackson’s boy then he actually was with Jackson. Jackson, at least, only wanted to get the money and leave. If things had been up to his buddy, he would be dead. This led Byron to tell Juan that having the father and stepmother was perfect. He gave Juan and Knight the address to his grandmother’s old house, which he still owned, down in a hood on Chicago’s west side.

  When Juan got off the phone, he smiled at his company. “Okay, let’s go,” he said, pushing them toward the front door. He stopped before Knight opened the front door. “And just to let y’all old mothafuckas know, if you try anything out here in this yard, you gon’ be on the news as Chicago’s first murders of the morning. Don’t do nothin’ stupid. This is all gon’ be okay. We don’t want you. We want that nigga, Tramar.”

  “What the fuck is goin’ on?” the father asked. “Why the fuck are y'all doin’ this shit? What has Tramar done? What kind of trouble is he in?”

  Juan nodded. “He in some deep shit, old man,” he said. “Some deep shit. Let’s go on out to the van, making sure that everything goes nice and smooth, okay?”

  Tramar’s father and stepmother took a deep breath before they walked out in the front yard. Knight and Juan put their guns away, out of sight as they all cautiously walked across the front yard and up to the van. When they approached the van, Knight opened the back doors and helped the older couple into the back. As they asked where they were being taken, Knight simply shut the door. He joined his boy in the front seat as Juan pulled off, looking up and down the street.