by Askari
When Mook returned to his cell, he confided in Reon, and told him about the situation with Tommy.
“Well dig dis,” Reon said. “I should be transferred to D24 by tomorrow. All you gotta do is have one of ya young buls drop $50,000 off to my mom and I’ll murda that nigga ‘fore the week is over.”
Mook studied Reon’s face, and then silently weighed his options. He’d always known Reon to be a stand up nigga, but at the same time, he used to think the same thing about Tommy. He thought about his man Kabani, and how he was stuck in the feds behind some shit that he said in his cell. He began searching their cell looking for a listening device. He searched the toilet, the vent, the light, the door, underneath the bunks, and underneath the desk.
Reon looked at him like he was crazy. “Hey, yo, Mook, what the fuck is you doin’, dawg?”
Mook held his index finger up to his lips, “Shhh!”
He then proceeded to search Reon’s body. Reon wanted to protest, but the look in Mook’s eyes made it clear that he didn’t want to challenge the 6’5”, 265 pound beast. After he was satisfied that the authorities weren’t listening, he straightened out Reon’s shirt.
“It ain’t nothin’ personal, homie. It’s just that these mu’fuckas is on my top, and I gotta be extra cautious of everything and everybody.”
“I’m sayin, though.” Reon held out his arms for emphasis. “Have you ever known me to be on some rat shit?”
“Never.” Mook shook his head from side to side. “And that’s why you gon’ call ya mom tomorrow night, and she gon’ tell you that my young buls dropped that bread off.”
*****
Later That Day...
Tommy entered the visiting room in his orange jumpsuit. He looked around the room full of detainees who were charged with everything from DUIs to Murder. Despite their charges, all of them, at least for the moment were enjoying themselves as they appreciated their hour long visit with their loved ones.
He handed his pass to the corrections officer at the front desk, and then received a bunch of, “What’s up, Tom Toms?” He cautiously walked down the aisle and took a seat on the fourth row of benches. Apparently, his treacherous actions had yet to spread throughout the jail, and unfortunately he was receiving the respect and love that was only designated for real niggas.
After a few minutes of sitting there lusting over the female visitors, a huge smile spread across his face when Nahfisah entered the room looking like a superstar. Her hair was professionally done, and her soft yellow Dolce & Gabbana sweat suit allowed her voluptuous booty to jiggle freely. It was eliciting the attention of every man in the room. She handed her visitor’s ticket to the officer at the front desk, and then sashayed over to Tommy. He stood up to give her a hug and a kiss, but to his surprise she gave him the cold shoulder.
“Damn, Fis, what’s ya fuckin’ problem?”
“Nigga, you’re my fuckin’ problem.” She snapped, causing unwanted attention.
Tommy looked around nervously, and then lowered his voice a few octaves. “Listen, can you just calm down and let me explain the situation? Here,” he gestured toward the seat that was next to him. “Sit down.”
She sucked her teeth, and then sat down beside him. “All I know is that you better have a good fuckin’ reason as to why I’m out here all alone and takin’ care of our daughter.”
“Listen, Fis, the cops pulled me over and told me that they had wiretaps between Mook and Sonny, and that them niggas was plottin’ to kill me," he lied.
“What? Why would Mook and Sonny wanna kill you? I thought they was ya peoples? And Sonny,” she shook her head in disbelief, “he’s like my brother, and he’s Imani’s godfather. He would never do some shit like that,” she fired back.
“Fis, I’m tellin’ you, them niggas was plottin’ to kill me and you. Because the cops knew about it, the second they saw me, they locked me up for my own protection.”
“They was plottin’ to kill you and me?” She shook her head and refused to believe her ears. “Tommy, stop lyin’ and tell me what’s really goin’ on.”
“A’ight man, damn!” He took a deep breath and lowered his head. “They had me caught up.” He said just above a whisper.
“Who, Sonny and Mook? What do you mean they had you caught up?”
“Naw, not them. The detective bul Smitty. He pulled me over a few months ago, and planted a gun in my car. Then, he took me down 8th and Race, and told me that if I didn’t tell on Mook he was gonna turn the gun over to the feds and get me a mandatory minimum of fifteen years.”
Nahfisah scrunched up her face. “Hold up nigga, you ratted!”
“Yo, lower ya voice. You drawin’ attention like a mu’fucka.” Tommy whispered, and then glanced around the room to see if anybody was listening to their conversation. “Nizzaw, it wasn’t even like that. This pussy ain't leave me no choice. It was either be loyal to you and Imani, or be loyal to Mook. What the fuck was I ‘posed to do? I couldn’t keep it hood and do fifteen years in jail, locked away from you and the baby.” He explained with tears in his eyes.
“Well, what about Sontino? Did you tell on him too?”
“Nizzaw, but by me tellin’ on Mook, that’s just like tellin’ on Sonny. That’s why them niggas was on the wiretaps talking ‘bout killin’ us,” he continued to lie. “And that’s the real reason why I moved us to Lebanon.”
Nahfisah was crushed. How could Sonny do something like this? They’d been best friends since the second grade, and they had never even had an argument. Now, he was plotting to kill not only Tommy, but her as well. Tears began pouring down her beautiful face as she weighed her options. She knew that if Sonny wanted those dead it would only be a matter of time before he accomplished his mission.
“Boo, this is Sonny that we talking ‘bout! This can’t be right. I gotta call him because I know that if I talk to him, I can fix this shit.”
“Fis, you’re not listenin’ to what I’m tellin’ you,” he shook his head in frustration. “Mook gave him orders to kill us, and now that’s what he has to do. Fuck all that he’s my brother shit. We can’t trust him or nobody else. All we got is us right now.” He counted off his fingers. “Not Sheed, not Riri, not Erika, not Saleena, not Flo, not nobody.”
Nahfisah broke down crying. She knew that ratting was a crime that was unforgivable, but she couldn’t understand why her closest friends would turn their backs on her. Especially when she didn’t do anything wrong.
Tommy held her hand and caressed her smooth skin. “Baby, look at me.” She complied. “I’m tellin’ you, we won’t be safe until I testify against Mook. After that, the cops are gonna put us in the witness protection program.”
“Witness protection,” she whined. “Yo, this some bullshit! Why the fuck did you do this to us?”
A tear slid down Tommy’s left cheek, and he quickly wiped it away. “Look, I did what I felt was necessary to keep my family together. Just promise me that no matter what happens, you’re gonna stay by my side.” She didn’t respond. “Fis, you gotta promise me.”
She took a deep breath, and then wiped away her tears. “I promise.”
“Promise that you’re not gonna leave me.”
“I promise.”
“And promise me,” he paused for a second, “that under no circumstances will you reach out to Sonny.”
She bit her fingernails and lowered her head like a child.
“Fis!”
Against her better judgement, she looked him in the eyes, and said, “I promise.”
Chapter Fifteen
When Sonny left Riana’s house, he met Daphney at the King Of Prussia Mall in Montgomery County, and they spent the rest of the day shopping. The thing that he liked about her the most was her listening skills. He told her all about his argument with Riana, and she attentively listened to every single word. Moreover, instead of her using their argument as a means of hating on Riana, Daphney was supportive of their relationship and gave him sincere advice on how to make things right.
> Today, she invited him over to her house, and he accepted the invitation. When he entered her living room, he was impressed by the earth tone colors of her cocoa brown walls, eggshell white ceiling, and her French vanilla sectional and matching ottoman. A marble fireplace with a glass door and gold trimming occupied a corner of the room, and directly in front of it, an off white polar bear rug was elegantly laid on the hardwood floor. A 62 inch plasma was positioned on the wall adjacent to the sectional and ottoman, and directly underneath a state of the art sound system was stationed on a rectangle mahogany shelf.
He removed his Gucci snorkel and handed it to her. “Damn, Daph, you got this jawn decked out.”
“Thank you,” she smiled, and then hung his coat in the closet. “I did all of the decorating myself.”
“Yo, I like ya style. You should help me decorate my shit.”
“Say no more. Just let me know when you want me to start, and make sure that you got a check for me,” she stated with her hands on her hips. “Ain’t nothin’ for free.” She turned around and headed toward the kitchen. “Are you thirsty?”
“Yeah, lemme get some Kool-Aid. I want the red kind if you got some.” He walked over to the sound system and pressed the on button. Ironically, the sounds of Fabolous and Lil’ Mo’s, Can’t Leave You Alone, eased through the speakers...
You’re the one I want in my life/ And I already got a wife/ But I can’t leave you alooonnnne/ And I know I’m living wrooonnnng/ But I can't let you goooo...
He walked into the kitchen, and the sight of her standing at the sink in her cream and brown, zebra striped Versace pants made his dick hard. Damn, she got a fat ass, he thought to himself. Although they had never engaged in any sexual activity, their level of comfort was beginning to produce a heavy sexual tension. He approached her from behind and placed his hands on her hips.
“Yo, where lil’ man at?”
“He’s at my mom’s house,” she responded in a sensual voice. “And just what in the world do you think you’re doing?”
“Somethin’ that you want me to do,” he answered, and then gently rubbed the tip of his nose along the nape of her neck. “Damn, you smell good,” he stated in reference to her Chanel #5 perfume.
He spun her around to face him, and for the first time he realized the full extent of her beauty. Her rich chocolate skin had a natural glow, and her silky hair coupled with her African features gave her an exotic look. Her long eyelashes complimented her hazel eyes, and the lip gloss on her juicy lips made him want to scream.
“Sontino, don’t start nothin’ you can’t finish," she moaned.
“Trust me ma, it ain’t nothin’ in this world that a nigga like me can’t finish.”
“But what about ya girl?”
“That’s the thing, she’s my girl and I need a woman in my life.”
When he said that her pussy erupted like a volcano and her juices dripped down her fat pussy lips like molten lava. She placed her hands behind his broad neck and kissed him with a passion that he’d never felt before. He palmed her ass with both hands as he pulled her closer to his body. After a couple of minutes of tongue wrestling, he broke their kiss and began licking and softly sucking on her neck. The feeling of his tongue was so intense that she closed her eyes and moaned his name. He opened her Versace blouse one button at a time, and then unfastened her Victoria’s Secret bra. One by one, he gently sucked her chocolate nipples, causing her legs to vibrate and her eyes to roll in the back of her head.
“Yeah, daddy! Ummmmm!”
He unbuttoned her zebrastriped pants, and then knelt down in front of her. After pulling them to the floor, and moving her Victoria Secret thongs to the side, he inhaled the sweet scent of her pussy, then expertly flicked his tongue against her clitoris. Simultaneously, he slid his index and middle fingers inside of her and swirled them in a circular motion. After two minutes, her knees began to wobble and she almost fell to the floor. He stood to his feet and lifted her body on the edge of the sink. After dropping his boxers and pants, he placed both of her legs on his shoulders, then grabbed his dick and buried it deep inside of her sloppy wet pussy. Her box was so tight and creamy that he struggled to keep his composure.
“Damn. Daph, ya pussy is good as shit.” He groaned, while stroking her box at a moderate pace. Her walls were so strong that every time his 9 inches filled her up she would squeeze her walls around his shaft and attempt to keep him in side of her.
“Ahhhh! Fuck me, Sonny! Fuck me, daddy!” She cried out in ecstasy.
Instead of pounding her out, he took his time. Not because he didn’t want to, but because her pussy was so good that he didn't have any other choice. It was either run at a steady pace or finish the race ahead of schedule. He chose the former. Slowly, he used his pelvis to massage her clitoris.
“You like that, ma?”
“I love it, daddy! I swear to God I love this dick! Ahhhh!”
After releasing her juices, she ordered him to lie on the floor. She then removed her pants from around her right ankle, and hopped off the sink.
As he lay on the kitchen floor with his dick standing at attention, she squatted over him reverse cowgirl style, and guided his hammer back inside of her. She dropped her ass on his pelvis, squeezed her walls around his pipe, and then slowly lifted her pussy up the length of his dick while maintaining her squeeze. When she finally reached the head, she released her squeeze, creating a popping sound.
Pop!
Then dropped her ass back on his pelvis, and repeated the process. The pressure of her walls, coupled with the sight of her fat pussy swallowing his dick drove him over the edge, and he couldn’t take it anymore. When she felt his dick convulsing inside of her, she used her pussy lips to wrap around the head, and then spun around to face him. She then dropped her pussy against his pelvis, and slowly twirled her hips in a circular motion.
“Oh, shit! What the fuck!” He groaned, and then squeezed off inside of her.
The feeling of his hot cum splashing against her insides made her body jerk, and she came for the second time.
“Damn, boy. I did not know ya shot was like that. Whew.” She giggled, while slowing her pace to a stop.
“Shit, you got a crazy ass shot ya’self!” Sonny shot back, wondering what nigga taught her how to work her pussy so well.
Before they could get started on round two, his iPhone vibrated in his pants pocket. “Daph, can you grab my phone for me? It’s in my pocket.”
After handing him the phone, she got up from the floor and left the kitchen to give him some privacy. As she walked away, all he could do was admire the way that her ass swallowing her thong. Dizzamn! I gotta hit that jawn from the bizzack! His iPhone continued vibrating, snapping him out of his lust filled trance.
“Yo,” he answered.
“Good afternoon. My name is Mario Savino, and I’m Mook’s attorney. May I speak to Sonny, please?”
“This is Sonny. What’s up wit’ Mook? He a’ight?”
“Mook was arrested yesterday, and he’s being charged with manufacturing and distributing a controlled substance.”
Sonny got up from the floor. “Is it state or federal?”
“So far it’s a state case, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the feds came knocking.”
“Does he have bail?”
“Yeah, but it’s a $1,000,000. No ten percent.”
“Damn, that’s crazy.” He shook his head. “So, where they holdin' him? Philly or Delaware?"
“He was arrested in Delaware, but the alleged crime happened in Philly."
"So, they got him on State Road?"
"Yeah. They're holding him at the CFCF. I just left him a few minutes ago, and he instructed me to tell you to send someone to visit him. He said preferably a female, and one that’s not connected to the family. He also made it clear that he needs her to visit him tonight.”
“Say no more. I’m on it,” Sonny confirmed, and then disconnected the call.
Daphney reentered the
kitchen in a pink Chanel bathrobe. She noticed the look of distress on his face, and asked him what happened. He told her about the conversation that he just had with Mook’s attorney, and she decided that she was the perfect person to visit him. She took a quick shower, got dressed, and then headed for the county jail. Sonny stayed behind because he didn't know if the cops were looking for him too. He sent a text message to Sheed to tell him what happened, and advised him to get low until they figured out all of the details. He then, sent a text message to Easy, telling him the same thing.
*****
When Mook entered the visiting room, he was pleased to see Daphney sitting in the front row. She was definitely someone that he trusted, and he was comfortable relating his message through her. He handed his visitor's pass to the correction’s officer at the front desk, and then walked over to Daphney. He embraced her with a warm hug.
“Come on Daph, let’s sit in the last row. I don’t wanna be too close to this ear hustlin’ ass C.O.” He nodded at the middle aged black woman who was sitting at the desk, and watching everybody like a hawk.
When they chose a couple of seats in the last row, Daphney got straight to business. “Mook, what the fuck is goin’ on? Sonny told me what ya lawyer said, but I’m still confused about the whole situation,” she stated, while staring him square in the eyes.
He looked around the visiting room to see if anybody was watching or listening, and then he spoke to her in a hushed tone.
“Tell Sonny that I need him to take $50,000 to my man Reon’s house. He should know exactly who I’m talking ‘bout, and if he doesn’t, tell him ‘The Southwest Reaper’. Also, I need you to tell him that I just holla’d at my man from Miami, and that I got a fresh one at the house. It's in the vault that's behind my bed, and tell him that the combination number is east to the west.”
“A’ight.” She nodded her head. “Is that everything?”
“Yeah, that’s everything. I gotta bail hearing on Thursday morning, and if everything goes according to plan, I should be outta here that night. Oh, yeah, tell him that we’re goin’ against all odds.”