Portia eyes went flat and cold instantly. She stepped into Babygirl’s face. “Do you think this is a game?”
Babygirl swallowed hard and forced herself to stand firm when all she wanted to do was shrink away from the look in Portia’s eyes. She shook her head no.
“Good, BG, very good. I don’t know what you and the rest of the girls are playing at, but trust me, it won’t end well. I’m not a joke, this ain’t play pimpin’. You will do whoever the fuck I tell you to do, and right now I’m telling you to do Senator Byron. Got it?”
Babygirl shook her head yes.
“Good girl,” Portia said as she watched Babygirl walk over to the door. Her spine stiffened as she lined five shot glasses on the bar. She ran the bottle over each one, and liquor sloshed all over the counter. She watched Babygirl give her room number to Peanut who stood sour-faced by the door. Her eyes squinted with anger as she scanned the room looking for Mookie. She did not spot her anywhere. Her phone rang again and she flicked it open quickly. “Hello,” she said a bit too roughly.
“Ma’am, it’s Thomas. So sorry to disturb you again. I was calling to inform you that your second VIP, Judge Reeves, has arrived in room 120.”
Portia took her deep breath. “Thank you, Thomas.”
“I am sorry about the disturbance, ma’am.”
“You did not disturb me, thanks again.” She walked over towards Peanut. “Have you seen Mookie?”
Peanut met his sister’s steely gaze. “I thought you sent her on an assignment.”
“Why would she be on an assignment without checking in with you first, Peanut? Jesus, I asked you to keep an eye on her.”
“Well, I was watching her and all the girls in this place. Calm down before your head explodes. Did you check the bathroom?”
“Why don’t you go check the bathroom and tell your boys that they need to stop dancing and secure the fucking room?”
Peanut started to say something, but Portia put her hand up. “Go,” she said, turning her back to him.
Peanut hands balled up into fists at his sides. He sighed, flexed his fingers and headed towards the bathroom.
Portia turned towards a girl in a skin-tight red mini dress. Darlene was her name, she remembered as she backed up to the door, taking up Peanut’s post until he came back. She cleared her throat and raised her voice just enough to be heard over the music. “Hey, Darlene, come here.”
The young woman looked around nervously before walking towards Portia. Her deep chocolate complexion was in stark contrast to the red dress. Portia looked her over from head to toe and was impressed by her voluptuous curves.
“How many dates have you set up tonight?”
“Eight,” she said nervously.
Portia wished she could smile to calm the girl’s fears but she didn’t have it in her. “Okay, today is your lucky day. Give me the four grand you just made and go down to room 120. There is a man in that room named Reeves. Judge Reeves will give you twenty thousand for your services. You give me thirty percent of that tomorrow and then we’ll take it from there.”
Darlene’s smile threatened to split her face in two. She dug all of the money she had in her purse out and tried to hand it to Portia.
Portia rolled her eyes. “Keep the money in the bag and give me the whole thing.”
“Oh, right.” The girl giggled as she stuffed the money back into her purse and handed it to Portia.
“I’m going to need you to calm down and stop acting like a little-ass girl, because I’m inviting you to the major leagues. Fucking this shit up is not an option. When you go downstairs, you’ll be representing Fornication.” She grabbed the girl’s arm. “If you fuck this up, I will hurt you.”
“I understand,” she said smoothly. “And I will not fuck this up.”
Portia let her go and nodded to the door. “We don’t make our friends wait long.”
Darlene nodded and left the room.
Portia smirked. She may just work out, she thought as she scanned the room. She looked at her watch and frowned.
Peanut walked over to Portia. “She’s not in here and I looked everywhere else.”
Portia sighed. “I’m not in the mood to worry about crackheads right now. It’s late. Wrap this party up so we can settle up. I’m ready to go home.”
Mookie was gagging on Bunky’s dick in the hotel parking lot. She had to do something to calm his crazy ass down, and giving this freaky nigga a BJ was the first thing that popped into her head.
“Yeah, take that shit, bitch. Swallow that shit,” he said while grinding her head down into his lap. He was half raised up off the seat, pushing it back as far as it could go. His boys stood around the car twisting up a fat el and lacing it with dust.
Mookie tried to lift up off his dick long enough to get some air. She was slobbering all over his lap and was afraid she was going to puke on him if he didn’t let her up to breathe.
“You want it, you trick ass bitch,” he said while fucking her mouth. “Yeah, act like it’s a glass dick you sucking, junkie ho.” He could feel the nut building up at the base of his dick. “Wooooo, shit,” he said grabbing her head with both hands. “Wooooooo,” he hollered as he released down her throat. He pushed her up off of him and back into the passenger seat.
Mookie opened the door and spit his seed out onto the asphalt.
“Girl, your throat is deeper than a motherfucker,” he said as he wiped the sweat off of his forehead and pulled his pants up. He hopped out of the car and grabbed the el out of his boy’s hand. He took two deep pulls on the shit and grabbed his dick. “That’s how you get loose, niggas.” He hit the blunt a few more times and opened the car door. “Get the fuck out of my car and take me to your friend’s room.” He pulled two .44s from under his seat and put them in his pants. “I’m ready to rock.”
Mookie got out of the car and snorted the last of the blow that Bunky gave her. She wiped her nose on her sleeve and walked towards the front entrance. “I’m ready, shit. Come on. Let’s do this.” She stumbled through the entrance doors and giggled. “Oh, Thomas. Tommy-poo! My friends are here.”
Thomas gave her a disapproving look that got her back up. She stood up straight and smoothed out her cat suit for imaginary wrinkles. The people from the party started to enter the lobby. Mookie smiled as she watched them fan around her. She waved Bunky to her. “Yo, these are the people who were at the fundraiser. Go ‘head and sign in and I’ll meet you at the elevator.”
They could hear the music from the penthouse before they reached the top floor.
Bunky sneered down at Mookie “I thought you said the party was over,” he said as they exited the elevator.
Mookie smiled she walked out of the elevator and stood up against the wall. “Portia likes to listen to loud music when she counts her money. See, I told you good things come to those who wait.”
Bunky pulled the twin .44s out of his pants and cocked them. The three men he had with him followed suit. He gave Mookie a wicked grin and then kicked the door in.
Babygirl hopped up on the counter and cracked open a can of Coke. Peanut walked into the kitchen with a bag of trash and Portia sat at the bar counting cash.
Babygirl smiled at Peanut over her soda can. “What, are you a janitor now? You like cleaning, little maid boy?”
Peanut smiled back. “Oh, I love it, just as much as you like munching on carpet, dyke girl.”
Babygirl pulled a butcher knife out of the kitchen drawer. “You want me to make that smile permanent?”
Portia laughed. Counting money always put her in a good mood. “Now, now children, play nice.”
“How’d we do?” Babygirl asked.
“Sixty-two thousand, plus we recruited two new girls and have four new clients.” Portia was about to sweep the money in a trash bag when the door exploded open and gun shots rang in the air.
Babygir
l hurled the butcher knife at the door. Bunky ducked and fired both of his guns. The knife hit one of his young boys in the throat and he fell to the floor dead. Peanut snatched Babygirl off of the counter and pulled her onto the floor. He fired shots and ducked behind the bar with his sister, who pulled a gun out of her thigh holster. His boys joined the fire fight from the living room. As soon as the room fell silent, Portia checked her clip and stood up firing blind.
Another one of Bunky’s men went down after three of Portia’s bullets sank through his chest. Peanut pulled his sister down and handed her another gun. Babygirl ripped the knife drawer out of the counter.
“We got two of his boys.” Peanut whispered to Portia. “It’s just Bunky and another dude I don’t recognize.”
Portia put her gun to her forehead. Her heart was pounding and her breath came hard and fast. “Doesn’t look like you brought enough guns with you, Bunk. It’s hard for a snitch to make friends, huh?”
“I don’t know,” Bunky said, laughing. “All of your little brother’s flunkies are dead. Looks like the odds are evening out to me. Besides I’m not the only one who has a problem making friends. How the fuck do you think I knew about your little shindig?”
“Surprise,” Mookie said, crouching down behind the couch.
“Well, now we know where Mookie disappeared to. I’m going to stab that bitch in her fucking heart,” Babygirl said as she took three steak knives out of the drawer on the floor. She put one in her mouth and grasped one in each hand. She crawled from around the counter. Peanut tried to grab her foot but she kicked him off. Shots rained down on them, splintering the wood of the cabinets.
“Shit,” Peanut said, standing and returning fire.
Babygirl reached one of Bunky’s boys and stabbed him in the foot. As he hollered out, she reached up and jammed the second knife into his nuts. He pointed his gun at her a second too late. Babygirl got to her feet and put the third knife into his heart.
“No!” Bunky screamed. He aimed his gun at her, but Peanut shot it out of his hand. He shot Peanut in the shoulder and the impact of the bullet lifted Peanut off of his feet. He fell against the sink and slid to the floor.
Portia let out a blood curdling scream. She stood up and started shooting wildly.
Bunky snatched Mookie up and tried to use her as shield. “It hurts to lose a brother doesn’t it, bitch?”
“Peanut! No! You were just supposed to kill Portia.” Mookie elbowed Bunky in the gut and raced to the kitchen.
Portia hopped over the counter and walked towards Bunky, trading fire. A bullet grazed her arm but didn’t slow her. She shot him in the shoulder. The bullet spun him around. She emptied the clip into him before his body hit the floor. She threw the gun onto his chest and kicked him in the face. Tears burned in her eyes. Babygirl ran into the kitchen and pulled Mookie off of Peanut by her hair. She moved to slit her throat, but Portia’s voice sounded through the room like a bullhorn.
“BG, LET HER GO!”
Babygirl released her, but her hands were trembling. She had never wanted to kill somebody as bad as she did in that moment.
Portia walked into the kitchen and looked at her brother.
“I’m okay, Porgy,” he said, wincing in pain.
Her heart beat double time when she realized he was still breathing. She bent down and touched his face lightly before taking his gun out of his hands.
Mookie backed up to the refrigerator. “I didn’t mean for him to get hurt, Portia, you got to believe me.”
Portia raised her gun and walked over towards her. “I believe you,” she said while putting the gun up to her lips. “Open your mouth.”
Mookie started crying hard. “I’m sorry, Portia. I am so sorry.”
“I know you are,” Portia said jamming the gun inside of her mouth and pulling the trigger. “Dead sorry.” She put the gun in her skirt and helped Peanut off the floor. “Babygirl…”
Babygirl cracked her neck. “I’m on it.” She took the liquor bottles that survived the shoot out from the bar. She opened them and started stuffing napkins into the tops.
Portia propped Peanut against the counter. “Are you okay?”
“Fuck no. I’m shot and bleeding like hell. Get the money, let’s go.”
Portia swept the money into the trash bag and put her arm around Peanut. “Come on, baby brother, let’s get your boo-boo stitched up.”
Babygirl started throwing bottles around the room. “I don’t think they’re gonna invite us back this time.”
“You think?” Peanut said, laughing.
Portia shot the sprinklers off the ceiling as the blaze started to rise. “Come on, BG, get the door.”
Babygirl grabbed the money bag from Portia, opened the door and ran down the hall to hold the door to the stairwell open.
“Run ahead and tell Stan to bring the limo to the side of the hotel.”
She nodded and disappeared down the stairs.
Portia grunted as she bore most of Peanut’s weight down the steps.
He winced in pain as his sister half-carried and half-dragged him down the steps. “We going to Doc Stephens?”
“Hell yeah, you don’t think I’m taking you to a hospital, do you?”
Peanut laughed and pain radiated down his side. “Call Honey, Porgy, tell her to meet us there.”
Portia grunted. “This ain’t the time to be thinking about your dick, baby brother.”
They burst through the fire door on the ground floor and Peanut gulped in a mouthful of the fresh air. Babygirl had the back door of the limo opened for them. Sirens sounded in the distance.
“Hurry the fuck up, y’all,” she said, poking her head out of the door.
“Move back,” Portia said, pushing Peanut into the limo.
Babygirl grabbed his shirt and pulled him the rest of the way in. Portia got in, slammed the door, and pushed the down button to privacy window. “Stan, we’re going to Doc Stephens.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Stan said, mashing on the gas.
“Slow the fuck down, Stan. I didn’t make it out of a shootout to get pulled over for speeding.”
“Yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am.”
Peanut grabbed Portia’s hand. “Call, Honey, Porgy.”
Portia tried to snatch her hand away, but Peanut held it firm. “Andrew, what did I say earlier?”
Stan drove over a pot hole and Peanut winced in pain.
“Porgy, listen to me. I love her.”
“You think you love her, because she fucked your brains out.”
“No, I know I love her, because I’ve always loved her. Call her, Porgy, tell her to meet us at Doc’s house.”
Portia looked in her brother’s eyes, sighed, and pulled out her cell phone. She called twice but kept being sent to voice mail. “She’s not answering, Andrew.”
“Keep trying,” he said softly before passing out.
THE DRAMA CONTINUES
IN
FORNICATION VOLUME TWO
BABYGIRL
COMING SOON
Strawberry Mansion on Kindle
Tabitha Williams doubles as a punching bag every time her boyfriend drinks one too many. When she stabs him and flees to her mother’s house with her three-year-old daughter, she thinks it’s finally over. Unfortunately, the drama has just begun! Will she find the courage to leave him for good? And will he let her? Lisa Perkins is the “strong one,” or at least that’s what Tabitha and Shanice think. However, this couldn’t be further from the truth. When she leaves her home after her mother refuses to believe that her stepfather has raped and impregnated her, she thinks that distance will solve everything. She finds that she couldn’t be more wrong. Shanice Thomas is giving teenage rebellion a whole new meaning. Her mother recently found Christ, and the party that was Shanice’s life is apparently over. Thrust into situations she isn’t equipped to handle, Shanice suddenly finds herself learning painful new lessons about the consequences of sleeping around.
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Begonia's carefree world has been turned upside down. Forced to become the head of her household, she has to trade her paintbrush in for a switchblade, and her love of art into a love affair with the hood. Lying, stealing and turning tricks, Begonia will do any and everything she can to protect her sisters from the ugliness of the world. However, it just isn't enough... When her younger sister Violet, desperate to escape the hell her life has become, is seduced by an up and coming Corner boy, and their baby sister Daisy is riddled with disease that could be fatal if not cared for, Begonia is caught between the hard knocks of the streets and the nightmare of her home life. From the critically acclaimed author of Strawberry Mansion comes the tale of Begonia Brown. Raised in the unforgiving streets of North Philadelphia, Begonia Brown is undoubtedly a product of her environment, young, ruthless, and criminally minded.
Violet on Kindle
Violet Brown is about to get a crash course in the penalties of the drug trade. Busted attempting to cross state lines with five kilos of Columbia’s finest, she finds herself facing a twenty-four year prison sentence, pregnant and alone. Find out what happens to Violet when the bars close on one of the most vicious correctional facilities in the state, and Begonia and her girls rip the city up to set things right. Julia Press Simmons is a talented writer who captures the heart and soul of her character's emotions, making readers become attached to the characters within her novels. Each novel in the Strawberry Mansion series just
gets better and better.
~Leona R
Dawn of Destruction
September 1st 2011
When you find this journal, don’t just tuck it away. Don’t include it in the evidence to be concealed from the public eye. Read it, and tell the people what’s inside. Tell them my story. I want them to know what really happened. I want them to know why it all had to end. Why everyone involved had to die.
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