Childhood Sweethearts PT 4

by Jacob Spears

  “I have to let him know. Go get him, and let’s see how he wants to handle the situation,” Mac ordered.

  “Okay, boss.”

  * * *

  Jane and Tabby joined China in VIP with Smooth and his homeboys. Everyone was dressed to impress, wearing fly suits and dresses with expensive jewelry.

  “Girl, I can’t believe we in VIP!” Jane said to China over the Flo-rida emanating from the DJ’s speakers that were serenading the crowd.

  “Yeah, girl. Believe it and find a date!” Tabby shouted to Jane, whose eyes were on only one guy in the club.

  Despite him being taken, Jane planned to make her move and see what the birthday boy had in his slacks that got Ms. China’s nose wide open.

  She doesn’t even know how to tame him, Jane thought as she watched China and Smooth on the dance floor. Everyone is getting their party on, and the Cîroc hasn’t hit China yet. But when it does, I plan to snatch birthday boy away. If not tonight, I’ll get my day with him! Jane thought.

  Jane looked at Roxy and her new boyfriend, Sue Rabbit, who were having a splendid time. Roxy was backing her big booty onto Sue when Juvenile’s “Back that Ass Up” came on.

  Go ahead, Roxy! Jane thought as she began to groove with the music.

  * * *

  China and Smooth were getting their groove on to Juvenile. When China bent over, she felt Smooth’s erection bulging. When she turned around to face him, she grabbed his hard cock.

  “Hold your horses, baby! The night is still young, daddy!” China screamed.

  She took a sip of her champagne, kissed Smooth, and passed the champagne into his mouth. Smooth swallowed it and then kissed China deeply.

  “Happy birthday!”

  “You’ve told me that all day!”

  “That’s how it’s supposed to be!” China shouted.

  All day, China had been showering Smooth with costly gifts, beginning with a delicious breakfast at an expensive restaurant. She had already spent over $50,000 spoiling Smooth with clothes, cologne, shoes, and jewelry. Even the twelve-layer chocolate cake sitting in VIP cost $5,000. GaGa had given Smooth a couple of church suits and made him promise that he would find a church one day and go for the Lord.

  “Baby, I’ma having a ball already!”

  Smooth stopped short when the big-ass bouncer whispered in his ear, “Mac needs to see you. It’s urgent!”

  The look on Smooth’s face made China question, “What’s wrong?”

  “Mac wants to see me. I’ll be back.”

  “No, Smooth! You’re not gonna leave me out here by myself. I’m coming with you,” China argued as she strutted off intertwined with him.

  Heads turned as they walked off, as everyone couldn’t help stare at China’s jiggling ass in her skin-tight minidress and five-inch stilettos. Smooth was ready to get his groove on with China tonight.

  Once they arrived in the office, Mac was sitting at his desk with his hands clamped together.

  “Welcome, Smooth and China.”

  “Hey there, Mac. How’s everything going? Your bouncer said that it was urgent. Is everything good?”

  “Not necessarily, Smooth. We have a slight problem, and I don’t know ’bout you, but I hate people who are out to ruin a good time. So I’ma see what your take is on people who want to fuck up a good time!” Mac said.

  “Enlighten me.”

  “I will, Smooth. Follow me,” Mac said as he led Smooth and China to his camera room. Once they were inside, Mac revealed to them the man who wanted Smooth dead.

  * * *

  “Esé, look at this señorita bonita,” Joker said while showing Pascal an Instagram picture of a swimsuit model.

  “Yeah, she’s bad!” Pascal replied lustfully.

  “Watch this. She’s—”

  Smash!

  “What the fuck!” Pascal screamed, startled by the window shattering behind his head.

  He was so focused on the front door that he left his backside unprotected. When he turned his face, he was staring down the barrel of Smooth’s Glock .40. Joker slowly tried to raise his sniper rifle, but he never made it.

  Boom! Boom!

  “What the?” Pascal screamed as he turned toward the shots.

  When he saw Joker’s brains splattered on the dashboard and windshield, he vomited. Despite seeing death and dealing with death in Miami, Pascal wasn’t ready to stomach his own death.

  “Who sent you, esé?” China asked, appearing in the passenger window with a Glock .50 aimed at him.

  “Please lie to us!” Smooth said, ramming his Glock against the back of Pascal’s head.

  Fuck it! I’ma gonna die anyway, he thought.

  “One more time, esé! Who sent you?” Smooth asked.

  “You’re a dead man, Smooth. The streets will always be M-13’s.”

  Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

  China squeezed first, and Smooth joined her. Together, they emptied their clips into Pascal and then walked away from the SUV.

  “I still have one more present for you, baby,” China said as they walked back into the club as if nothing had happened.

  “Y’all keep sneaking off and getting y’all groove on, and I’ma throw cake in y’all’s faces,” Roxy said as she walked up with Sue Rabbit holding onto her waist from behind.

  “Birthday shout out to Smooth!” the DJ announced over the mic.

  “You’re famous, daddy!” China said.

  “Yeah, that means you are too.”

  “Oh, is that right?”

  “I could never be wrong about my equal!” Smooth shouted.

  “I love you, daddy!”

  “And I love you, too.”

  “Another hour and we’re out!” China said over Yo Gotti’s “Down in the DM.”

  “Okay,” Smooth said as he took China into his arms and kissed her passionately.

  “Thank you for having my back.”

  “I’ll never leave you stranded, Smooth. You know that!” China said, immediately having a flash of Tracy before her eyes.

  * * *

  “Yo, this muthafucka’s not picking up. Neither him or Joker, esé,” Mario said to Juan.

  “Maybe they can’t pick up right now. He might have the Negro in the scope right now, homes,” Juan replied.

  “Yeah, that’s true.”

  “Tomorrow we get the one hundred kilos. With him dead, the tail will die,” Juan explained. “After we do get rid of these Negros, we will make their workers make up their minds. Death or work for the M-13s,” he continued.

  “That sounds like a plan, esé!” Mario said as he bit into a McDonald’s Big Mac.

  Juan grabbed his phone off the living room glass table as it rang.

  “Hola?”

  “Pascal and Joker are dead,” Javier said to Juan, causing him to sit up straight.

  “Get the fuck out of here!”

  “I’m serious on M-13’s vida! They’re dead.”

  “The Negro is too smart for death,” Juan replied. He couldn’t believe his ears. How could it be so? he wanted to know. “Who’s giving you this info?”

  “Felix found them,” Javier said, speaking of one of the bouncers working at Club Rage who had no connection to Mac other than a paycheck.

  “Fuck!” Juan screamed as he hung up his phone.

  “What’s wrong, esé?” Mario asked a frustrated Juan.

  “Pascal and Joker are dead.”

  * * *

  Smooth and China retired to a rental beach house on South Beach. Lying in bed blindfolded, Smooth allowed China to take control. She kissed his lips as she straddled him, and then she trailed her tongue down his neck to his nipples.

  “I love you, Smooth. Remember, I would do anything for you. I would share the world with you, daddy,” China whispered in his ear as she resumed kissing him.

  “I love you too, China, and I will always be here for us, baby.”

  Smooth stopped speaking when he felt hands wrap around his cock and a warm mouth take his er
ection to bliss. He knew it wasn’t China, because he could still feel her lips brushing up against his.

  “Happy birthday, baby. It’s too much fun not to share it three ways, daddy,” China said as Tracy slowly sucked Smooth’s dick. China removed the blindfold and then stared into Smooth’s eyes. China kissed him again and then stepped aside to let him see Tracy.

  When Smooth looked down, his heart dropped, and he was hit with an extreme guilt trip.

  She wasn’t hiding shit from me. She was preparing this all along, he realized.

  Smooth was staring at the same beautiful redbone chic that China was captured kissing in the parking lot.

  “Meet Tracy. Tracy, meet my man, Smooth.”

  Tracy lifted her head and stroked Smooth’s cock as she spoke.

  “Happy birthday, Smooth.”

  The threesome had a splendid time. China had opened a door to their relationship that they had tried to pursue with Rebecca. However, Smooth had no clue that the devil was sucking his dick and sharing the same woman with him. Tracy demanded that Smooth fuck her in her ass while she ate China’s pussy.

  Now this is what you call heaven! Smooth thought as he penetrated Tracy deeply and unmercifully.

  “Yes! Mmmmm,” Tracy shouted.

  “Uhhh shit! I’m coming!” China purred loudly as she squirted cum all in Tracy’s face.

  12

  “Yo, Banga! What’s up?” Adam asked him as he pulled up to the corner store.

  “You tell me, lil nigga! What’s the play?”

  “We need more product. Me and Jess making a super killing.”

  “How much you need?” Banga asked.

  “I need at least fourteen ounces. I’ma be able to get rid of seven of them in the next hour.”

  “Damn, lil nigga! You really making numbers flip, huh?”

  “Wait until school starts back,” Adam added.

  “Listen! I’ma go get that shit ready for you. Come see me in an hour, and I mean an hour, not all day,” Banga informed Adam.

  “Okay.”

  “Yo, Banga, let me holla at you,” a hustler named Var called on Banga after coming out of Jake’s corner store.

  “Yellow!”

  “Man, I need some help out here. I holla’d at Ham, and he told me to get up with you when I seen you,” Var said.

  “So Ham ain’t have it to help you out, bro?” Banga asked.

  “Man, Ham eating everything out here. The shit he cutting up looks like Kibbles & Bits!” Var explained.

  “Damn Ham short-stopping the block.” Banga couldn’t tell the difference being that he no longer was out hustling on the block. Banga was now the man in Martin Count regulating all the hoods. He had competition in the Hobe Sound area beefing with him and had plans to get rid of him. This is something Banga did not tell Smooth, who he knew would come from Miami and help him if he called on him.

  “Var, listen! What is it that you want to do?”

  “Man, I need half a brick, Banga. You know I’ma get that money out here.”

  “I got you. Just give me an hour. We go back, Var, so I know you good. I’ma have a talk with Ham as soon as I see him,” Banga said.

  “Thank you, bro. I know you’ll help me out,” Var answered.

  After going inside the corner store and purchasing a six-pack of Budweiser, Banga went back to the trap house on 8th Street to prepare all the orders that his clientele requested. When he got done wrapping up everything, he saw that he was getting low on product.

  Damn, I need to re-up! Banga thought as he pulled out his iPhone to call Smooth.

  “What’s up, Yellow?” Smooth answered on the second ring.

  “Man, what’s good? I need to see you.”

  “Damn, Banga. I just left you.”

  “Money that fast, my nigga. How you looking?” Banga asked.

  “Come see me. I’m still good up here. What is it you need?”

  “I need another twenty, bro.”

  “I got you. Come through. Sue Rabbit will have everything ready for you.”

  “Alright, my nigga. I’m coming tonight,” Banga replied.

  “Got you,” Smooth said as he disconnected the call.

  * * *

  Tina raised out of bed when she heard Ham step out to go hustle. It was 8:00 p.m., and he wouldn’t be home until 10:00 p.m. She walked into the bathroom and went to her secret hiding spot underneath the sink. She retrieved a small pouch the size of a small wallet, sat on the toilet, and then unzipped it. She pulled out her lighter and crack pipe. In a small baggie, Tina had crack that she had stolen from Ham.

  If he catches me, he will kill me! Tina thought as she placed the crack in her pipe and then put flame to it.

  Tina inhaled the crack smoke, held it in for thirty seconds, and then exhaled and immediately felt the intense high. Tina was seriously battling her resurfaced crack addiction. She thought she had the power to leave it alone, but recently she returned to her habit, hiding it from Ham. She knew the risk she was putting the baby in, but she just couldn’t help it. Crack was her friend and the only thing that kept her calm.

  Lord, please protect my baby! she thought as she replaced her pouch and returned to bed, where she slept peacefully.

  * * *

  “Yo! The feds are everywhere. They’re driving in unmarked sedans and sports cars, so be careful,” Smooth

  warned his coworkers in the trap house.

  After learning from Guru’s girl, Landi, that Metro-Dade detectives were moving to stop the drug war, Smooth called for an emergency meeting.

  “Guru? Banga’s coming through to pick up some product. Me and Sue Rabbit won’t be here, so be on point. Big Mitch, keep your eyes open. We don’t know how they’re coming, and like these Mexicans, they’re enemies too. So they’ll get it as well,” Smooth explained.

  “Do you mind me asking a question?” Big Mitch inquired.

  “Go ahead, Mitch,” Smooth permitted.

  “Wouldn’t you think for safe purposes that while they are hot and on the prowl, that we slow down and close up shop until they hit dead end?”

  “It’s wise, Mitch, but we are about our money and not being afraid of the police. Thanks to our brother, Guru, we have inside connections infiltrating the department. So we will always know their movement. Miami is our streets, and the war with these Mexicans will not rest until we make them bow down. We are the kings of the streets, not these wetbacks,” Smooth explained, looking into the eyes of thirty of his main men. “We lose one and gain three by nightfall.”

  “I got you, boss,” Mitch said, nodding his head up and down in agreement with his superior.

  “This meeting is over. Everyone dismissed! Mall, stay behind. I need to have a word with you,” Smooth said.

  After everyone filed out, one behind the other, Sue Rabbit walked up to Mall and squeezed his shoulders while looking him in his eyes. “You’re a good man, and I want you to know that. I’ma tell you something, and I want you to understand me clearly,” Sue Rabbit began, still staring seriously into his eyes.

  “I got you, bro. Always,” Mall answered as he looked over at Smooth.

  “Thirty men stood here for an hour and listened to Smooth talk. How many do you think understood him like you understood him?” Sue Rabbit asked.

  The question perplexed Mall because he wasn’t sure where Sue Rabbit was heading.

  “I’m guessing everyone understood, being that they were even under this roof,” Mall answered.

  Sue Rabbit then smiled.

  “That’s why I’m proud of you, Mall. You know the men like you know the block,” Smooth said, stepping up to him and standing next to Sue.

  “I’m making you a lieutenant, Mall. I want you to thread out all the weak links in our hood and our traps. The feds don’t stop shit, and by all means, we plan to prove it,” Smooth added.

  “I got you, boss,” Mall replied.

  * * *

  When Smooth came through the door, Zorro attacked him, jumping up
and down, and the good smell of soul food was redolently lingering in the atmosphere of the apartment. “Honey, I’m home!”

  “I’m in the kitchen, baby!” China shouted back.

  When Smooth walked into the kitchen, he found China and GaGa sitting at the table. He hugged GaGa and kissed her on her cheek, and then he hugged and kissed China.

  “Hey, ma!”

  “Smooth, how are you doing, son?”

  “I’m okay, ma.”

  “That’s so good. I just stopped by to see if you’ve worn any of them suits to someone’s church yet,” GaGa said.

  “You know what, ma?”

  “What?” GaGa said, putting her hands on her hips with a pout on her face.

  Like mother, like daughter, Smooth thought.

  “I was going to find some time this weekend, ma.”

  “Well, that’s good. Make sure I get the pictures, okay?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Smooth replied.

  “So tell me, what are y’all cooking in here, China?” Smooth asked as he walked to the stove and reached for a pot lid, until China slapped him on his hand.

  “That’s a big no-no!”

  “What?” Smooth asked.

  “Go wash your hands, and I’ll fix you a plate. Then you’ll see what’s in the pots,” China requested.

  “Okay. You got that!”

  “No, y’all got that!” GaGa said, backing up China.

  Smooth raised his hands in surrender. “I don’t want no trouble,” he said as he strutted off to wash his hands.

  Before he made it to the bathroom, Zorro began barking at someone knocking at the door.

  Woof! Woof! Woof!

  “Who the hell is that?” Smooth said out loud as he about-faced and walked toward the front door. “I got it, China!”

  “Zorro, shut up, boy!” Smooth shouted to the dog, who obeyed and sat down.

  When Smooth looked through the peephole, he saw Tracy’s fine ass in her work clothes.

  Damn! This bitch is gorgeous! Smooth thought as he opened the door.

  “Hey, baby girl,” Smooth said as he hugged Tracy.