by April Nicole
“I can tell you have a lot on your mind. You have yet to cum and I know my head game can make you bust within five minutes,” Promise said with confidence because she knew just what it took to make her man cum.
“I know baby, come here.” Smoke pulled Promise on top to ride him. He inserted his rock-hard dick inside her warm pussy and pounded her until she starting creaming. She moaned while he sucked her breast as she rocked back and forth onto him. Soon as she was coming to an orgasm, she put the palm of her hand in his face, smothering him just the way he liked it.
“Ohh baby, I’m about to cum, ohhh shiiit!” Promise moaned as a powerful electrifying orgasm erupted through her body.
“Alright, turn that ass over!”
Smoke turned Promise over on all fours and beat her pussy doggy style. Her ass was big, so it jiggled as he thrusted hard inside her. The sound of her ass cheeks soared throughout the room, clapping back against his pelvis.
“Fuck, I’m about to cum!” Smoke groaned as he pulled out, nutting all over Promise’s ass cheeks and back.
“Damn baby, you been holding back a lot of nut.”
“Yea, I have. I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry? I understand work is a lot of stress. I’m here for you!”
“It just seems like Johnny is well connected. He is always two steps ahead for some odd reason. The only key witness I have is afraid to come forward. It looks like I have to scare him to get him talking.”
“I thought Alexis would get him to talking?” Promise said, wrapping the robe around her naked body, preparing for a hot shower.
“Your niece was not much of a big help the other day, but I’m just going to meet up with Malachi on my own. You know, intimidate him a bi—”
RING! RING!
Smoke’s phone rang and caught his attention immediately. He diverted his eyes over to see who was calling and saw Johnny’s number flash across the screen. “Speaking of the devil, baby I got to take this,” Smoke said, answering the phone. Promise just shrugged her shoulders and continued to the bathroom to take her hot shower.
“Hey, I got a business deal. You think you would be interested?” Johnny asked.
“Yea, just give me a few minutes. I will meet up with you. I promised to take my niece shopping today,” Smoke lied. He had other plans and he did not want nothing to interfere with meeting up with Malachi to spook him for information. Little did he know, that plan had already fallen to shit before he could even wake up this morning.
“Alright, it’s money on the floor, don’t miss out. I’m talking about hundreds of thousands.”
“What’s the business deal? I hope it’s nothing illegal. I don’t want to have to risk going to jail for it.”
“Relax, it’s nothing like how we used to do back in the day. I tell you what, handle your business and hit me up later,” Johnny said and ended the call before Smoke could utter another word. He tossed his phone onto the bed and joined Promise in the shower.
No one knew he was an undercover cop working on multiple murder investigations. Although he was not assigned to his partner’s Eric’s case, he believed the same person that was responsible for the mayor’s death was responsible for Eric’s death. He warned Eric that working with Johnny was like working with the devil himself, but he didn’t listen. He had to play the game only to get killed in the end. Smoke knew Johnny since they were in the same group home for boys. Together they would get in all kinds of trouble. They were so close that they shared everything, even the same bed.
“Babe, don’t forget your gun,” Promise said, interrupting Smoke from his thoughts as he was getting dressed.
“Oh yea, I can’t forget that. I need this for protection,” he responded and kissed her on the forehead before leaving out. He tucked his gun in his back and walked towards the car. He turned on the tracker and followed Malachi to the exact location that pinged on his tracker. Alexis was smart enough to put the tracker in his cell before he kicked her out for involving the police. “Bingo,” Smoke whispered before pulling off and heading in Malachi’s direction. Within minutes, Smoke was able to cruise up a street called Plainview, searching for the address where he was currently staying. Soon as Malachi walked out the house, Smoke slammed on the brakes and parked his car a few houses down. He grabbed his gun and ran up on Malachi before he could get away.
Malachi could sense someone was following him, and soon as he turned in the opposite direction, he saw Smoke running up on him, then he too ran as if his life depended on it. He was not sure why this man was chasing him. It either had to be because of Alexis or he snitched on him to Johnny. Either way, Malachi was not about to stick around to wait and see. He had to get the fuck on or he was going to lose his life fucking around with the police. The semi-chase finally came to a halt once Malachi realized he was in the yard face to face with a strong, red-nose Pitbull that was not chained up. The dog was growling and foaming from gnashing its teeth together. Smoke finally caught up, wheezing from loss of breath, coming face to face with the same Pitbull that was now on his way to attack both him and Malachi. Smoke withdrew his gun and aimed it directly at the dog’s head.
Pow!!
Stopping him mid-air from biting Smoke’s face clean off. One gunshot echoed through the air, shooting the dog dead in the targeted area without missing a single beat. Malachi noticed Smoke was out of breath from running and saw the opportunity to escape. He tried to continue to run, but Smoke pointed the gun at the back of his head.
“Nah, you bet not even think about it!” Smoke said in a stern voice, focusing the gun on Malachi’s chest, still panting trying to catch his breath.
“I didn’t do nothing!” Malachi yelled.
“I know, but you gon’ talk to me today!” Smoke whispered in his ear as he was handcuffing him. By this time, the owner of the Pitbull came outside to see what was going on in his back yard. Only to discover his beloved pet dead with his brains sprawled out all on the grass.
“What the fuck is going on here?” the man said as he was running towards his dead pet.
“You should really keep them on a leash, he could have gotten out the yard. I did you a solid, you should be grateful,” Smoke said walking out the man’s back yard with Malachi in handcuffs to the car. “Watch your head, I need you to think. Now, what was it you were saying back there?”
“Man, I ain’t saying shit!” Malachi yelled with an angry voice, looking out the window.
“Yea, we gon’ see!” Smoke said, looking at Malachi’s body reaction in the rearview mirror. He shook his head because he felt for Malachi, for he was not aware of the trouble that was ahead of him. He could tell Malachi lost his way in life due to certain hardships. He was once that same teenage boy doing dumb shit, but he eventually grew out of it.
It took Smoke 30 minutes to drive to the 10th precinct on Livernois and put Malachi in an isolated room with no windows, just four plain, grey walls. Malachi was tough on the outside but soft on the inside, for he was afraid of what the police knew. He was well aware they were all dirty, just from dealing with Eric. So, he made up his mind that he was going to snitch if it meant that he would get lesser time.
“Aye, you hungry kid?” Smoke asked as he entered the room with McDonald’s and a stack of files in his hands. He didn’t knock because his hands were full, but even if they weren’t full, he still wasn’t going to knock.
“Tsk, if you think food is going to be the way to get me talking, you got another thing fucking coming.” Malachi smirked, slouching back in the chair while folding his arms.
“Nah, I don’t think food will get you talking, but I think 20 years or life in prison will. It is all up to you. How do you want to live your life?”
“Time don’t scare me!” Malachi said, turning away from the table, but he definitely was scared. Smoke could tell he was bluffing by all the sudden body movements. “Besides, what kind of fucking cop go by Smoke? Ain’t that a street name?”
“Mario Green is my birth na
me. You can call me Detective Green from here on out,” Smoke replied, pulling up a chair to talk.
Malachi shoved his shoulders and turned around, finally digging in the McDonald’s bag for a cheeseburger. His stomach growled because he was indeed hungry. He took two large chunks of the burger before setting it back down on the table, talking with his mouth full.
“So, what you want?”
“See, I knew you were hungry, and I completely understand you’re scared shitless. Trust me, kid, I get it. But it’s my job to get Johnny locked up for life and I thought you could help me. This man is extremely dangerous and I’m trying to get him off the streets. You think you could revisit this night?” Smoke said as he pulled out a host of pictures from the night the mayor was killed. Soon as Malachi saw them, his one eye grew wide and he spit out the remainder of the burger.
“How did you,” Malachi paused, “how did you get this?”
“Cameras. There are always cameras, hidden cameras, noticeable cameras, all kinds of cameras. Look at this picture. It shows you pointing the trigger in the direction of the mayor. I know you pulled the trigger, but I also know you didn’t think of this on your own. Your friend Keno, aka Keon Brown, told me it was Johnny who paid y’all $75,000 in advance. Here is his confession,” Smoke said, pressing play on the screen. The video showed the day Keno was in the hospital and he was talking to Smoke about Johnny. There Keno was, talking and spilling everything he knew. “There is your friend, snitching on the world’s most wanted drug dealer in the north. If this does not convince you to talk, you could be facing 75 years in prison. Now I’m trying to he—”
“Ok. Ok, I asked what you wanted. I’m willing to talk. First, can I get a lawyer?”
“A lawyer? You are going to prison regardless of if you have a lawyer or not. Now how old are you son?”
“I’m 15,” Malachi said proudly with his chest poking out.
“Wow, you remind me of me a lot when I was your age. It’s a shame you are going down the wrong path. Who and where are your parents?”
“Delano and California, both are dead,” Malachi said with his head down. “But I have a stepmom that’s down south in New Orleans. Can you promise me that you will take care of her if I go away?”
“Sure, what’s her name?”
“Kairo Harris, that’s my pop’s wife. You know her?”
“Never met her. I know who Delano is though. We go way back. I didn’t know he was your father. Wow, Delano is dead?” Smoke asked, surprised.
“Yea, Johnny killed him,” he whispered, looking away scratching his head, but Smoke still heard him.
“Excuse me? Did you just say Johnny killed him?”
“Yea, I walked into the room and Johnny killed my father with a gun using a pillow to muffle the noise,” Malachi said, holding his eye that was missing. “That’s why my eye is missing, because I witnessed him killing my father.” He shook his head, ashamed. He could not believe he was snitching to the cops for his freedom. Nobody gave a fuck about him, so he did what he had to do.
“I also know he influenced you and Keno to kill the mayor of Detroit. What I can do is offer you immunity for 20 years instead of 75.” Smoke pulled out the papers for Malachi to sign.
Malachi cried over the next hour and a half as he poured out everything he knew about Johnny. He told Smoke personal stories that did not have anything to do with the murder at all. He told him about the warehouse on Vandyke, he told him about his whole drug operation. He wanted Johnny to pay with his life no matter what the cost was.
Once the clock struck 3 pm, Smoke decided to stop Malachi’s confessions and let him go for the rest of the day.
“Well thank you Malachi. You have given me more than I needed. Because of your cooperation and your signature of confession, you are free to go until we schedule you a court date for your charges.”
“That’s it?”
“Yep, that’s it! My pleasure meeting with you,” Smoke said, shaking Malachi’s hand, and released him from custody. Soon after he left the room, he pulled his phone out and text Johnny to see if he was still interested in giving him that business deal. He was not about to switch up. He was still trying to get him locked up for Eric’s revenge. He felt he needed to do whatever was necessary to get closer to him.
What is up, we still on for that deal?
Yea, meet at the Black Stallion on East 8 Mile.
Say less, on my way now.
Smoke wasted no time and drove over to the Stallion within 30 minutes, coming up on exit 225 on 8 mile. Soon as Smoke arrived, he got a gut feeling something was not right but, he decided to go inside the club anyway.
Whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house (Hol' up)
I said certified freak, seven days a week
Wet-ass pussy make that pullout game weak, woo (Ah).
The dancers were dancing to Cardi B’s newly released single “WAP,” feat Megan thee Stallion. The club was really dark and gloomy with dirty floors that happened to collect trash. The club had not been properly maintained since Delano was no longer alive to manage it.
“Over here!” Johnny yelled and signaled Smoke to meet him at the bar.
“What’s the deal.” Smoke hugged and sat down next to him. Johnny inhaled the sweet cologne that Smoke was wearing and readjusted his dick in his pants.
“I would like to make you equal partner of this establishment. That’s if you are willing to accept,” Johnny offered, pulling out some papers. Smoke was riled up. He wasn’t sure what he did to deserve equal partnership this club. They only just reconnected the other day.
“I’m confused as to why you want to make me equal partner of this club?” Smoke asked as he was fidgeting through the contract.
“Because I need you to know something. Matter of fact, follow me this way. Let me show you something.” Johnny took Smoke by the hand and led him to the back in a dark, secret room. He pushed his back against the wall and began to kiss on his neck. Smoke grew incredibly uncomfortable and pushed Johnny off him.
“Man, what the fuck!”
“What’s the matter? You used to love it when I made you cum,” Johnny asked, looking at Smoke like he was crazy.
“We were kids. I’m married now, with kids. I’m not gay!”
“Nigga stop capping. I seen the way you looked at me the other day. It was almost like you wanted to lick me the fuck down.”
“Johnny, are you alright? You lost a lot of weight and seem to have lost yo’ rabbit as mind too. I’m only concerned about your health. I’m not trying to re-live our teenage years. You look and sound sick.”
“Damn, it’s that noticeable?” Johnny said, stepping back from Smoke’s face.
“I mean, are you ok?”
“Nah, doctor said I’m dying from AIDS,” Johnny confessed. He was just that comfortable to tell Smoke the truth. “I’m still in love with you, after all these years.”
“AIDS?” Smoke said, choosing to ignore the other shit he just said.
“Yea, I’m giving you this establishment because I’m dying soon. You will be able to do what you want with this place.”
“Nah, I’m straight. I have no interest in this place. I need to be going, my wife is waiting on me,” Smoke said and as he turned to leave, he could feel a burning sensation pierce his back. Johnny shot him in the back with a silenced gun. “Nigga did you just shoot me?”
“I know you working for the feds. Your little wife, Precious, told me you were a fucking cop! How long did you think I was not going to find out?”
“Her name is Promise!” Smoke said, frowning up to mask the pain as he reached for his burner, but realized it was missing off his hip. Johnny used his own silencer on him.
“Looking for this?” Johnny asked, waving Smoke’s gun back and forth. “And whatever the fuck her name is, we paid her a little visit while you were out putti
ng pressure on my nephew. Did you really think I wouldn’t find out that you were spying on me?”
“What the fuck did you do to my wife?” Smoke asked as he watched the red laser point at his heart. Johnny was going to shoot him again.
“Let’s just say, you won’t be able to see that bloody massacre I left for your maids to clean up!” Johnny said, squeezing the trigger, but the gun jammed. Smoke saw the gun hesitate and he got the fuck out of dodge. He was so swift on his feet and Johnny was too slow. Smoke got inside his car and drove straight home to his wife. He pulled on the grass and left the car running. He needed to make sure his wife was ok.
“Promise! Promise!” Smoke screamed throughout the big house. Johnny wasn’t lying. It was a bloody massacre; blood splatter was all over the walls. The bodies of the house maids were slain and left on the floor. Finally, coming to a halt, Smoke was able to find his wife’s naked body suspended in the air, hanging in the middle of the stairwell. “Promise!” Smoke called out, but she was already dead. Johnny had her hung, snapping her neck soon as her body went over the banister.
Smoke cried as he frantically dialed the chief’s number. His back was bleeding profusely, but he was broken, the love of his life was dead. “Chief, I need you here. Johnny struck again.” Smoke could hear car doors slamming in the distance, and he knew it was Johnny’s men coming to finish him. He had nothing else to live for, so he laid there. He decided he wasn’t about to coward out and run.
“Did you really think you could get away from me?” Johnny asked as he walked closer to Smoke with the gun still pointed on him.
“I don’t have nothing else to live for,” Smoke said, closing his eyes.
“No, nigga get yo’ ass up. I’m not going to let you off this easy, wrap him up,” Johnny commanded his men to pick Smoke up, wrapping him up in duct tape and chains. “You gon’ love me, when you see what else I got in store for you.”
You Bitch!
A couple of weeks had passed and Kairo was finally granted release to go home and be with her girls. They were making steady progress and had reached the stage where they could finally breathe on their own. Although she had little support, Shepard was there to help her every step of the way. Whatever she needed done, he would be the one to take care of all things, even if it was small errands for the cartel.