by Jacob Spears
When Tracy emerged from a soothing shower and came back into the room, Juan was completely passed out. She was intoxicated, but not tore out the frame like he was. She climbed back into bed and playfully slapped him on his face. He mumbled as he came out of his sleep ready to go wild.
Shell shock, she thought.
“We need to talk, Juan.”
“What’s up, mama? Me exhausted.”
“Yeah, me too, but I’m not talking ’bout fucking.”
“So what is it, bonita?” he asked.
“I know where to find a man you’re looking for,” Tracy told Juan, who immediately became extra attentive, best as he could propping up on his elbow.
“Who are you talking about?”
Tracy smiled at Juan as she straddled him, rubbed his chest, and began to play with his curly fuzz.
“His name is Smooth,” Tracy began as the smile on Juan’s face began to disappear.
“Oh really, mama!”
“Yes, but there are some serious stipulations,” she demanded.
“Tell me, mama. Papi listening.”
* * *
When Smooth pulled up to Jefe’s luxurious home in New York, he tapped China on her thigh, since she was asleep in the passenger seat. “We’re here, baby.”
“Damn! I was knocked out, huh?” China said.
“Yeah, snoring like a damn grizzly bear.”
“Whatever, Smooth!” China said with a laugh. “I know you’re not talking about our drive from Miami to Ocala when you sounded like one yourself.”
“Yeah, yeah!” Smooth teased as he reached out the window and hit the call button.
“Come up, Smooth,” Jefe’s voice said.
“Alright.”
“Damn! Jefe must have fired somebody. We never heard him come to his own speaker.”
“There’s a time for new things and old things,” Smooth said.
Tell that to yourself, China thought as Smooth drove through the gate and parked behind Jefe’s Rolls Royce.
“Nice car,” China said.
“You like that, huh?”
“It’s better than the Mercedes,” she said as they stepped out together with two duffel bags filled with money.
When they walked through the front door, Raul grabbed the bags from them.
“Come, Jefe’s in the library, amigo,” Raul announced as he led them through the house.
Once inside, Jefe was not there as Raul had informed them. “Sorry! Last I checked, he was in here. He’ll be here shortly,” Raul said before he stepped out.
Smooth looked at the many books on the shelves and saw an entire shelf of Silk White and Jacob Spears. China smiled when she noticed one of Spears’s books that had yet to be released.
“Come here, baby,” China said, removing the book from the shelf.
Smooth strutted over to her and grabbed her from behind, looking over her shoulder at the book.
“This is book three of the series. This man writes a story similar to ours. I’ve been waiting for this book!” she exclaimed.
“What’s our story, baby?” Smooth asked.
“Two young lovers since childhood who love each other to no limits,” China gave Smooth a part of the story.
China mentioned the coincidental part about the books’ main characters having their same names as well as the part where the book character of China falls for a woman.
“You two aren’t making babies in my library, are you?” Jefe startled them.
“Nah, Jefe. Just checking out my favorite book.”
“Oh, so you are a fan of Jacob Spears?”
“Yes, I am. Can I . . . ?”
“Yes, you can. I’m still trying to get Smooth to read Silk White.”
“I’m all done, Jefe, and it’s returned in the money. Plus, I want to read Stranded. That bitch looks fire!” Smooth said.
“Suit yourself! Just return them. Now, let’s get to business. I also have a birthday gift for you.”
“How did you know my birthday was coming up?” Smooth asked.
“You’re not that solid that I don’t know you,” Jefe said.
When Smooth turned around, he instantly saw China trying to bridle her guilty conscience.
“You’re such a poor faker,” Smooth told her.
“So!” China replied as she began reading Spear’s book.
* * *
Spencer and Tic didn’t waste any time finding their next victims. They weren’t at their slaughter pad this time. Instead, they knocked on the door of a small-time hustler and pretended to be Jehovah’s Witnesses. Easy access was available for them. There was a total of six adult immigrants inside from Mexico. Fortunately, the children were at a homeschool teacher’s house two blocks away. The three women and three men sat on the sofa in the living room unbound but naked.
“Who speaks English, say me!” Spencer announced, holding up his right hand while he held his Glock .22 in his left.
Nobody raised their hand, which made Spencer extremely mad. He aimed his Glock at the woman on the end of the sofa to his left and shot her twice in her forehead.
“The next muthafucka who wants to act crazy in here, I’ma do the same.”
“Me no English!”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Before the timorous Mexican man could plead, Spencer squeezed the trigger, taking out both he and his wife.
“Next!” Spencer screamed.
“I think the pretty one on the right may know how not to die!” Tic said, carrying a shotgun in his hand as he walked up toward her.
“Bonita, where are Juan and Mario?” Tic asked while rubbing the pretty woman’s face with his gloved hand.
The woman was badly shaking, obviously afraid of losing her life.
“Señorita bonita, where are Juan and Mario?” Tic asked again.
The pretty woman shook her head from side to side and pointed at the man next to her.
“Juan,” she said seriously as she repeated back to Tic.
“He Juan? So he’s Juan, huh?” Tic said, growing impatient with the woman.
Tic exploded by ramming the butt of the shotgun to her grill, knocking out all her front teeth. Tic then chambered a round and shot off her entire face with two slugs. Tic was very angry.
“Somebody make Negro mad, amigos!” Spencer said as he proceeded to kill the remaining men and women.
10
Smooth and China pulled up to Banga’s trap house on 8th Street and met a very happy Banga.
“Bonnie and Clyde, ten toes down—that’s how I like to see y’all,” Banga said.
“Yellow,” Smooth said.
“What’s up, China?”
“Shit! Just kicking it with my boo. So you’re loving Martin County, huh?” she asked.
“This place has become a gold mine. Shit! I have a team of young hustlers getting money out here,” he explained.
“So you the man in Martin, huh?” Smooth inquired.
“The man!” Banga said with emphasis.
“B-day in two days, nigga! What’s on ya mind?”
“Damn! You remember too, huh?” Smooth asked in surprise.
“I know my niggas like the prints on my foot, homie.”
“I like that! Well let’s do this so I can get back on the road,” Smooth said, grabbing his Glock .40 beneath his seat and pressing a button to his stash spot that was also under the driver’s seat.
When Smooth stepped out, he lifted the entire driver’s seat up and pulled a duffel bag out from a safe. After securing the stash spot, Smooth then looked at China and said, “Stay here. I won’t be long.”
“Okay, baby,” she replied as she pulled out her iPhone to call Tracy and see what she was up to. When Smooth stepped inside the trap house, he immediately heard vague female conversation from the back. The distinctive voice of Meka could be picked out like a sore thumb.
“I didn’t know Meka was here!” Smooth whispered.
“Bro, I tried everything. She knew you was coming wh
en she heard us talking on the phone. Put this down and go holla at her.”
“Nigga, China’s outside. I can’t do that.”
“Then go tell her that. You just can’t be giving cuzo good dick and then stop when wifey comes home. Meka could show out. At least back out slow,” Banga advised.
“You’re—”
“Smooth?” Meka said, coming into the kitchen. “Can I speak with you for a moment?”
Smooth sighed and then turned around to face Meka, who had tears in the wells of her eyes.
“I see wifey in the car. I’ma respect her, but you’re not leaving here without talking with me,” Meka demanded. “Try me, and I will go out there and drag the Asian off her ass, Smooth.”
“Meka, there’s no need to act stupid.”
“Come here,” she said as she walked down the hallway.
Smooth looked at Banga, who whistled. “You better hurry!”
“Watch my back, man.”
“I got you, bro,” Banga replied.
Smooth followed Meka to a guest room and closed the door behind him.
“Come here,” she demanded, sitting on the edge of the bed.
When Smooth came closer to her, she attacked his belt and had his dick out in no time. She sucked and stroked his cock until he was fully erect. Smooth laid Meka back on the bed, pulled her skirt up to her hips, and then put her legs on his shoulders. With a strong thrust, Smooth plunged his cock deep inside of her extremely wet pussy.
“Ohhhh shit!” Meka cried out in pleasure with trembling legs. “Beat this pussy, Smooth!” Meka shouted.
* * *
“So you miss me that much?” China asked Tracy.
“Yes, I do, baby,” Tracy purred while playing with her pussy.
She was glad to see China calling her. She had just hopped out of a soothing shower after a long morning and afternoon at work without China. China had Tracy in bed, slowly using a twelve-inch dildo.
“Stick it all the way in, baby, and tell me how much you love me.”
“Mmmmm, China. I love you so much.”
“Who’s pussy is that?” China asked while rubbing her clit and praying that Smooth didn’t come out and catch her.
She knew that she was pressing her luck by doing what
she was doing while he was so close by. But she promised Tracy a quickie.
“Beat that pussy like you want me to, baby! Beat that pussy!” China demanded while hearing the moans of Tracy intensify.
She knew when Tracy was about to come. “Mmmmm! I’m coming!” Tracy shouted, causing China to come to her peak.
“Shit! Ohhh! Shit, baby!” China panted as she came to her climax with Tracy. “That was good and quick,” China said, wiping her pussy with a towel and rubbing her hand in some hand sanitizer.
She then sprayed a shot of her Beyoncé perfume into the air.
“He’s still in there?” Tracy asked.
“Yeah, he’s still in there. I wish he would hurry up.”
“Did y’all have a good time?”
“Yeah, we had a good time. I can’t wait until we all are together,” China said.
“What do you think it’s going to be like?” Tracy asked.
China looked down at her iPhone in her lap like she could see Tracy’s face asking her the question.
“I don’t know, Tracy. I guess how I wanted it to be with Rebecca. I can’t really say how it will be until we are both there and all three of us are together,” China explained.
“Would you leave me if he’s not into it?”
“Hell no! Is you crazy, girl?” China asked.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” China responded.
* * *
“So, when will you be back?” Meka asked, cleaning her juices from Smooth’s dick with a wash rag.
“In two weeks after my birthday. I’ma be tied up, so give me two weeks. I’ll be back then,” Smooth promised.
“I thought you were dissing me out. Just know that I can be the sweetest person in the world and the evilest bitch from hell. The dick is good, and I’ve become attached. Just for you to know, I don’t give these dirty dick niggas down here a chance in a day. So guess who’s being the only one fucking me?” Meka said as she stood up and put her hands on her hips. “Answer me!” she demanded with a pout on her face.
Smooth leaned in and kissed her on her lips.
“Me, baby! Now I gotta go. Two weeks,” Smooth reiterated, and then spun on his heels and left the room.
When he got into the living room, Banga was smoking a kush blunt while holding Smooth’s duffel bag of money at the front door.
“Yo, blow some of that shit on me,” Smooth asked Banga, to defuse any sex scent that may have lingered on his clothes.
Meka’s pussy was scentless, but sex still has its own regulation, Smooth thought.
“I’ll see you in two days,” Banga said as he stepped aside to let Smooth out.
Smooth walked through the door and quickly got inside his idling Range Rover.
“Damn, baby!” China said, fanning her hands by her nose.
Oh shit! Smooth thought.
“You’re smoking now?” China asked.
Damn! Close one! he considered.
“If I didn’t smoke it then, baby, I won’t do it now,” Smooth said. “That’s Banga smoking like he crazy in there. Sorry if I took long, baby.”
Smooth threw a peppermint into his mouth.
“You sure, Smooth, because you look like you’re guilty or high from second-hand smoke!”
“Baby, I’m okay.”
“Do we need to take a piss test?”
“No!” Smooth exclaimed.
China broke out in a chuckle, causing Smooth to smirk as he navigated out of Booker Park.
“Are you hungry for some McDonald’s, baby, before we get back on the road?”
“Yeah, I could go for a Big Mac,” China said.
“Okay,” Smooth said.
Smooth stopped at the first McDonald’s, which turned out to be the only one in the small populated area in Martin County.
* * *
Javier and Tito were Juan’s M-13 brothers who held down 120th and were two young seventeen-year-old killers always ready for action. Together they were driving in a Lincoln Town Car, when they saw two of Smooth’s soldiers slipping at the 7-Eleven pumping gas while chatting and not paying attention to their surroundings.
“Esé, let’s flip ’em,” Javier, who was sitting on the passenger side with a MAC-10 resting on his lap, said.
“Check for po-po!” Tito said as he U-turned at the light and came back toward the Seven-11.
“No po-po in sight, esé.”
Tito sat at the red light three cars back, watching the two soldiers at gas pump number nine, who were unaware of the approaching threat.
“Hurry up fucking light!” Javier impatiently said, ready to squeeze, with his kill switch on high adrenaline.
“Looks like they’re having the time of their lives, homes,” Tito said the moment the light turned green.
“Bingo! Fucking show time!” Javier said, exhilarated, while dropping his window and pulling a blue bandana over his face.
Javier leaned out with his MAC-10 the moment one of Smooth’s soldiers saw him and made a run for the backseat. Javier squeezed the trigger, hitting the slacker and dropping him to his death. He continued to shoot at the SUV they were gassing up. With an impish smirk on his face, Javier shot at the open gas tank rapidly.
Boom!
The SUV exploded into flames, causing the gas pump to explode as well. Everything and everyone in the vicinity were blown to smithereens. Smooth’s soldiers had no chance.
“Got ’em, esé!” Javier shouted as he came back inside the car.
“Damn, homes. You killed everyone. We have to ditch, esé!” Tito said, turning off the highway to take back roads.
“Fuck them Negros!” Javier said, inserting a new clip into his MAC-10.
He was ready to kill more every day. Javier was so excited that he had to brag about it to someone. He picked up his iPhone and called Pascal.
“Hola?” Pascal answered.
“Two slipping at the 7-Eleven, esé. I took down the entire joint!” Javier exclaimed.
“Good, amigo! Go lay low. Feds are coming for that one, stupid. It’s national already, and they’re looking for a tan Lincoln Town Car.”
“Oh shit, esé! Let’s ditch!” Javier told Tito, who pulled behind a Walmart and wiped the steering wheel clean of his prints.
“Esé, come scoop us up. We’re on 26th walking toward 30th,” Javier said as he wiped his side of the car.
“Alright, esé! Me and Mario are coming,” Pascal promised.
11
Club Rage was full beyond its capacity. When Smooth, China, Roxy, and Sue Rabbit emerged from the limousine, they were under the scope.
“Esé, take ’em,” Pascal said to his brother, Joker, who was a skilled sharpshooter. Before he could squeeze the trigger on his sniper rifle, a big six four and 225-pound bouncer got in the way and blocked his shot.
“Fuck, esé!” Joker exclaimed, pulling the scope from his eye and going back into the SUV.
Smooth was saved by the bell with the help of the bouncer.
“The bouncer was in the way,” Joker said as he watched Smooth walk into the club with his girl, China, who Juan had been informed to spare.
“We’ll wait until the Negro comes out singing happy birthday, homes,” Pascal told Joker.
“Remember! Spare the girlfriend!”
“Yeah, I will. Everyone else going down.”
* * *
Mac had watched everything on his monitor, replaying the tape over and over.
Smooth is about to get sniped on his damn birthday, Mac thought.
He had his men on point, but he wanted to see what Smooth would want done.
“They look like they plan on sticking around,” Mac said to his big-ass bodyguard, Craig.
“Yeah! They’re definitely sticking around, and Smooth just took his first drink,” Craig said, watching Smooth on the monitor in VIP.