by MìChaune
“What’s going to happen when someone wants you to do something crazy in your club?” Gogo took a seat at the dining room table. She placed her glass on top of the glass-top table.
“I’m not going to let it get that far.” Leshaun took a seat.
“All the best laid intentions have disappointed many,” Gogo warned. “So, you finally ready to tell me what really happened to Tiana?”
“That was an accident.” Leshaun pleaded with Gogo to believe her. She almost felt like she was nine years old again sneaking cookies out of the cookie jar.
“She knew better to enter your house without announcing herself or knocking.” Gogo had no remorse in her response. “For one, I taught her better than that. And two, I feel like she had dishonor and disloyalty on her mind by coming at you like that to begin with. She crossed the line of y’all’s friendship so to hell with her.”
Leshaun wasn’t surprised that Gogo was so blunt and heartless. They got it from their daddy. She looked at the woman who still looked like she could take on the female heavyweight champion on her best day.
“You think you gonna have some new bitches in the club tonight?” Gogo looked Leshaun in the eye and spoke as if that were a demand instead of a question.
Leshaun shook her head and caught an attitude. “You not getting no ‘bitches,’ quote unquote, talking about them like that.”
“Look here, little girl, just because you’re the oldest, that doesn’t mean you’re the sexiest.” Gogo spoke the truth. “I can make a sixty-year-old’s dick get hard without the aid of Viagra, and I can hang better than most of these young, new bitches. I ain’t had no dick in a minute, and I’m giving you fair warning that I’m fucking one of the niggas who bring they ass to your club tonight.”
Leshaun ignored Gogo’s comment and gathered her things. The last thing she wanted was to have to check Gogo for being disrespectful. Gogo looked nothing like her and their father. She was light skinned with dark brown eyes, and she had the body of a video bitch.
Leshaun was several pounds heavier than she would have wanted but she was heavy in the right places. She loved her round head and soft features. Gogo had taken after their mother’s side of the family once she hit puberty, but to hear them tell it, Gogo acted just like their daddy.
“You still gonna have the niggas in the club tonight?” Gogo asked as Leshaun was about to walk out the front door.
Leshaun wiped a tear from her eye and chuckled. “You get on my damn nerves.”
“I’m coming up there, and you better have me someone fly, or I’m whipping your ass with a belt.”
Leshaun closed the door and walked to her car. With Lysa out of the picture, she could focus her energy on making sure her “sons” were ready to discuss business. No one could afford to have a misstep, and she really wanted to hear everyone’s plans for how they were going to make up this money to get the property up and running and how they were going to run these other businesses simultaneously.
Chapter Twenty-one
You got lost? WTF! Anyway, I’m gonna hit the road to visit my aunt in Charlotte. Just got so much shit on my mind. I’ma stay a few days, and yes, I’ll be back for our next gig. Thank you 4 everything. Love ya!
Janae glanced at the message Lysa left. In her mind, she thanked Lysa for making it to the room Bryson set up for her at the Four Points by Sheraton on Woodfin Street. She had no problems following the directions that he gave. Janae stepped on the elevator and pushed the button for the fifth floor. As Janae rode up to the room, she took pride in the fact that, unlike Lloyd, Bryson was more low-key. Everything didn’t have to be glitz and glam with him. She could see that, in the future, Bryson could overtake Lloyd and run everything when the timing was right. When Janae reached the room, she took out the card key and slid it through the reader to open the door.
“Welcome home.” Bryson invited her in. “I’ve been waiting on you.”
“Hold on, damn. It’s worth the wait.” Janae fought off a hug. She didn’t want to appear to eager.
“Is it?” the guy from Leshaun’s party asked. Janae was alarmed because Bryson didn’t say anything about a dude being with him and if Janae had known that, she wouldn’t have agreed to show up. A part of her felt stupid for beginning to believe that it was a possibility for Bryson to turn her hoeish ass from hooker to housewife.
“Girl, you outdone yourself.” Bryson licked his lips. “How much do I owe you?”
Janae looked at the guy in the corner with a smirk on his face, and she felt uneasy.
“Give me two hundred and fifty dollars and call it a night.” She mentally prepared herself to no longer see Bryson as an honorable and respectable man but just another john she could get one over on.
The man from the lodge reached for his wallet on the nightstand and pulled out a wad of bills he bought to make it rain on the strippers shaking their body parts. “That’s fair; here’s two hundred and fifty dollars.”
As Janae counted the money, she began to look toward him.
“Janae, you know my dude thinks you’re fine and—”
“I’m flattered.” Janae had an idea where this was headed and decided to nip it in the bud before it could get started. “But I got to go!”
“Wait! What I’m trying to say is—” Bryson tried to reach for her and Janae snatched her arm away.
“I don’t give a damn what you’re trying to say. I’m not falling in love with you,” she vented at Bryson. She fought hard to keep at bay the tears that wanted to fall from her being so stupid.
“Who said I wanted to be in love with you?” the guy butted in. Janae saw him place the gun on his lap. “I just want to watch you two fuck!”
Bryson walked up behind Janae and began to kiss on her neck. “I’m sorry. Don’t resist. He will hurt us both!” His warning was a little too late.
Janae was shaken. “Look, I said I’m not fucking with you like that. Don’t put your hands on me,” Janae cautioned him while staring at the pistol. The pistol raised and Janae could feel Bryson cup her breast. She had to think of a plan and fast, but she had no idea where to begin. Janae began to give in to the feeling of defeat and ecstasy. Her head rolled back as Bryson began to explore her body.
“That’s it,” Bryson encouraged her. “Let go and enjoy.” He leaned in and whispered, “We’ll take it as far as we need to until one of us can snatch the gun from him.”
Janae looked toward the bed where the guy was sitting, still trying to keep her composure. Janae noticed that he slipped his hands in his pants and started massaging himself. Bryson imitated his movements and, soon, Janae’s panties were filled with Bryson’s massive fingers tickling the lining of her lower set of lips. Janae moaned and grunted in a moment of ecstasy; her body shook uncontrollably.
“That’s how it’s done.” The guy shouted excitedly, his hand movements increasing in pace. “Bitch.” He smirked.
Once the guy got his excitement and Bryson left her body alone, Janae put on her clothes and grabbed the duffle bag while walking toward the door.
“It looks like to me you enjoyed yourself,” he taunted as he continued to smirk and lick his lips.
“Did I?” Janae questioned as she reached for her purse. Janae dug out three one dollar bills and tossed them on to his lap. “Here’s three dollars. I just paid for it.”
“Bitch, you know that was worth more!”
He was right. Janae’s dignity and self-respect were worth way more than the funky three dollars that she gave him. But the purpose in all of this was to show that he didn’t intimidate her; at least, that’s what Janae wanted him to believe.
Chapter Twenty-two
Inside a brick two-story Baptist church in Burlington, North Carolina, Kofi knelt at the altar on his knees, eyes closed. He couldn’t control the sweating, even though he patted himself down a minute ago. He looked around and realized he was alone, almost.
“Dear Lord, I hope you forgive murderers and rapists, for I am both.” Kofi’s m
ind travelled back to a few nights ago. He, 9ine, and Zay staked out an upscale beauty salon. They were supposed to just catch the owner, and make him give up that night’s deposit, which they estimated to be almost $10,000. During a scuffle with a man who was much stronger than anticipated, Kofi shot and killed the man. “That night wasn’t supposed to happen, Lord, I swear. We were supposed to just take the money. We weren’t supposed to take his life.”
9ine grew tired of waiting for Kofi so they could be in and out. He walked up and knelt next to Kofi at the altar. “Unless you are doing a séance to bring back the dead, your time here is useless.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Kofi whispered. His eyes opened, and he looked to his right. “Somebody’s got to pray for us.”
“I’m gonna let that slide, but don’t get too comfortable here. We have a job to do,” 9ine reminded him.
Kofi rolled his eyes and scrunched his face. He didn’t want to admit that 9ine was right. They were there to do a job. “Can I have a few minutes with the Lord before we rob Him?”
9ine moved in closer to Kofi. “You shoulda taken care of that last night. Now get your string-bean-looking ass up before I fuck you up.”
“Where’s Zay at?” Kofi got up and followed 9ine away from the altar.
“Where do you think he’s at?” 9ine snapped.
Kofi was in pace with 9ine. He scanned down to his chest to see the fake law enforcement badge on his chest.
* * *
Zay could smell the clean sheets his client laid on the king-sized bed in the upscale hotel room she paid for. He smirked, knowing he was where Kofi wanted to be, but in order for them to pull this off, he had to play his position. Memphis, Tennessee was easily a seven-and-a-half-hour drive down I-40, but Gogo worked her magic and managed to get him a roundtrip, nonstop flight from American Airlines for about $300.
“Are you ready for mama?” the MILF he was waiting for asked.
Zay placed his head in his hand and posed naked. The only thing covering his front was a box of chocolates in a heart-shaped box with a cutout for his “candy.” A wicked smirk was on his face. The MILF came out in a sexy black teddy set that highlighted her curves and defied her age. Zay moved around, trying not to let his hard-on show. “Hell, yeah!” he answered.
“Hmm, you’re gonna have to show me.” The MILF crawled on the bed, her fragrance reaching Zay before she did. He threw the box of chocolates on the floor. The MILF was pleased with what she saw. “Mmm, I like it.”
“Well, all you gotta do is come get it.” Zay licked his lips and blew her a kiss. “I got all night.”
“You better.” The MILF crawled on the bed seductively and straddled Zay. She lifted up slightly to unsnap the button on her crotch, giving Zay easy access. He quickly pulled out one of the chocolate decorations that held a compartment for the KYNG condom he secured there. The MILF moved fast to tear the condom and put it on her lips. She unwrapped it with her mouth and rolled it down his flesh. She pushed Zay on his back and hopped on top, lining his thick dick at her entrance. Once he was snuggly insider her, she moaned.
* * *
Kofi and 9ine headed toward the usher’s office. “I should’ve gotten the job at the hotel,” Kofi complained.
“You should’ve won the dick-measuring contest,” 9ine snapped back.
“I didn’t know Zay had an advantage.” Kofi looked around to make sure no one from the church recognized him. “It’s my dad’s fault,” he mumbled.
“That might have been your mom’s fault.” 9ine grew agitated. He didn’t want to stay another minute in the church and Kofi’s whining wasn’t helping the situation. “Look, man, I don’t want to talk about what Zay’s sticking. We got somebody we need to stick.”
9ine kicked in the closed door. Three ladies inside were startled as they were in the middle of putting the money they just counted into the bank bag. “Alamance police! Put your hands up!” 9ine yelled.
Kofi got behind a young lady and put some handcuffs on her. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will be used to against you in a court of law. You have a right to an attorney—”
“What are we being arrested for?” one of the ladies asked.
“Want to explain this?” 9ine pulled out a small bag of snow white from one lady’s purse.
The other two ladies turned on the lady with the bag. Her eyes grow big. “I, uh . . .” one of the ladies started stuttering.
“Hush,” 9ine ordered as he and Kofi handcuffed the other two ladies, who had their heads down. Kofi led the ladies out of the room while 9ine snatched the bank bags containing the tithes and offerings collected for the day. 9ine and Kofi led the three ladies to a fake police car and shoved all three into the back seat. 9ine got in the front seat while Kofi put the purses he confiscated into the trunk of the car.
* * *
Zay worked a sweat as he power-drilled into the MILF. Her legs were over his shoulders, and he firmly pinned her arms to the bed. Up and down he went unmercifully as she screamed in ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck me!” the MILF panted as she wiggled and squeezed Zay’s dick.
For his part, he was surprised that she got wet and that her orgasms were strong and powerful. He liked it just the same. He hated that the only thing separating him and her was the thin piece of latex, but it was necessary that he keep in mind that there was supposed to be as little evidence of his presence as possible.
Zay cursed himself for sweating, but he figured in a minute it would be all over. The MILF hung in there, but he noticed that her eyes were starting to droop. He smiled and grunted as he continued to pound inside her. After a few strokes, he stopped. He looked down and felt her pulse. She was breathing, but her mind was out of it.
Finally! The MILF was asleep, thanks to the drink she was drinking before she rode Zay. Zay got up quickly and reached under the bed for his bag, and he pulled out his non-latex gloves. Swiftly, he made a rope and some duct tape appear, and he went to work tying the MILF up and putting her in the tub.
Faster than Janet Jackson at a concert, Zay put on black ankle socks, black mesh boxer briefs, and some khaki-colored Dickies attire. Zay picked up the glass with the rest of the drink, and he dumped the rest down the toilet. He opened a small bag containing cleaning supplies, and he cleaned the toilet and wiped down the doorknobs. He entered the room and pulled the sheets from the bed and put them in the athletic bag. He grabbed the trash and the food and put them in a big trash bag. Zay grabbed the MILF’s purse, pulled out the cash and the credit cards, and placed them in the suitcase. He looked back at the bathroom and didn’t hear a sound. Feeling safe, Zay grabbed his bags, put on a baseball cap, and exited the room, escaping through the stairway at the end of the building and out the side door of the hotel.
* * *
Kofi and 9ine waited in a small, rank hotel room off of Smoky Park Highway. The old-fashioned hotel was in Candler, a small town next to Asheville heading toward the Smoky Mountains. The three-and-a-half-hour drive from Burlington to Asheville wore their nerves.
“We said eight o’clock.” Kofi looked at the time on his phone. “He better not be late.”
“Kofi, chill. You know Zay flew back,” 9ine defended him as he surfed Facebook, fighting to ignore his stomach pains. Before he could say something back to Kofi, he noticed it was 7:59 p.m. when a knock was heard from the door. Kofi got up to answer it. Zay rushed in and threw a small athletic bag on the bed.
“Mr. Brown arrived on time. Had to book it in traffic.” Zay looked to 9ine. “Good looking out, man.”
9ine nodded his head. “I told you, man, in a few years, we gonna all be taking Ubers to get to and from everywhere.”
“I gave him a fifty dollar tip for dodging that sheriff who set up a traffic stop right when we were supposed to get off at exit 37. We had to drive into Canton and come back up Smoky Park Highway the long way.” Zay looked at Kofi. “Where do you find these spots, man? Seems like you been everywhere.”
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sp; “I can’t tell all my secrets.” Kofi chuckled. “You know I went road tripping.”
“Yeah; every time the car moved, you were on the passenger’s side,” Zay replied.
Kofi cut Zay off. “So how much did we make?”
“We?” Zay questioned. “I’m the one who risked getting herpes for this shit. You know that’s incurable.”
“True, but if it weren’t for me giving you the lowdown on my psychology professor, you wouldn’t have been able to find her. You wore a condom didn’t you?” Kofi snapped back.
“What you think?” Zay sneered.
Kofi shook his head. Zay unzipped the bag and dumped the money on Kofi’s bed. “There’s ten thousand dollars. I didn’t think the old lady would be walking around with that kind of money.” Zay was excited.
Kofi picked up some of the twenties. “I told you I used to break her off to make sure I got an A in that class.” The men laughed, and Kofi smiled as he eyed the rest of the money as well as the takings. “She’ll probably wake up and forget your face. She’ll probably be so ashamed that she won’t tell anybody. She’s used to buying dick; probably planned on getting some more from someone else. Anyway, we got five grand from the church.”
“So we each walk away with about five thousand dollars?” Zay verified. Kofi divided the money into piles, separating the denominations. Then he gave everyone an equal amount of each bill and put the rest up for Leshaun. “What time you delivering papers in the morning?”
9ine looked up at him. “Same time I deliver them every morning.”
“I was thinking she could get me a route,” Zay admitted.
“Mr. Master’s Degree delivering the Citizen-Times? Not happening. Besides, I told you to get that cashier job in Druid Hills. What happened to that?” Kofi questioned.
“You didn’t tell me I had to bang the manager to get it,” Zay answered.
Kofi shook his head. “You’re so fucking hardheaded.”
“I’ll take the job,” 9ine offered.
“No!” Kofi yelled and grilled Zay. “We are in this together. Everything she tell you to do is because she thought it through. We need menial, minimum-wage jobs so we can keep this extra money we get under the radar. How we look with money in the bank, new clothes and shit, and we have no way to show how we earned the money?”