Childhood Sweethearts PT 4

by Jacob Spears

  “No witnesses. Sorry!” Choppa said to the dead man before running to the trap house as well.

  Money waited until the backup arrived. They then took the two agents by surprise, nailing them as they stepped out of their unmarked sedan.

  Chop! Chop! Chop!

  “How ’bout that backup. Officer down!” Money screamed and then fled the area.

  14

  Jane was off the clock that day, and her kids were in Orlando with her mother for the weekend. When she saw Smooth pull up with the beautiful woman who was never home, she became a little jealous. All types of speculations ran through her mind about Smooth and her neighbor. She wanted to be in Smooth’s presence right then. In nothing but her T-shirt and panties, Jane thought of a plan. She picked up her cell phone while sitting on the sofa and staring outside, focused on her neighbor’s front door. She called China, who picked up the phone on the first ring.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, girl, this Jane.”

  “I know how to read caller ID,” China replied. “What’s up?”

  “I’m just curious. I have plumbing problems. How do I get a hold of the landlord? I’m getting the neighbor’s shit filling up my toilet every time they use theirs.”

  “I will have him call you. Give me a second, okay?” China said as she put Jane on hold.

  * * *

  “Mmmm, Smooth!” Amanda purred as Smooth fucked her hard from the back on the living room sofa.

  Smooth was taking out all his frustration from China, on Amanda.

  I just want to keep her happy, and yet she can’t let go of trying to determine how to run my shit! he thought.

  “Baby, I’m coming!” Amanda moaned out loud as her body began to tremble.

  “Arggghh, shit!” Smooth groaned, exploding inside Amanda’s pussy.

  She worked her pussy muscles skillfully and gripped Smooth’s cock.

  “Damn!” Smooth exclaimed.

  “Damn what?” she asked while tightly squeezing his dick with her pussy.

  “You’re amazing, baby!” Smooth said as he pulled out and sat down on the sofa with his pants around his ankles, too exhausted to pull them up.

  Smooth watched as Amanda stood up and walked into the bathroom.

  Who the hell is calling me? Smooth thought, feeling the vibration of his iPhone in his pants around his ankles.

  He dug into his pockets and retrieved his phone. Seeing that it was China, he answered. “What’s up?” he said dryly.

  “Don’t play with me, Smooth. You can have an attitude all you want to.”

  “Oh my gosh, China. What is it?” Smooth exclaimed.

  “Fuck you, dumbass! You have plumbing problems in your apartment complex. Could you please go see how a good landlord could fix the problem?” China asked.

  “Who is it?”

  “My girl, Jane.”

  The bitch who’s always giving me the bedroom eyes, he thought.

  “Could you please go check her out? She’s home and off work today. You’ll go, right?” China said.

  Smooth sighed loud enough for China to hear.

  “Back to you, too,” China said, “but that don’t answer my question.”

  “I’ll go. See you later. Love you,” Smooth said.

  “Love you and hate you too,” China replied, and then hung up the phone.

  Smooth pulled up his pants and then walked into the bathroom where Amanda was stepping out of the shower.

  “I gotta go see about one of the apartments. Start cooking so I can handle business, okay?”

  “I’m on it, baby,” Amanda said as she dried her hair with the towel that she just had wrapped around her nude body.

  “Let me go before you make me change my mind,” Smooth said as he strutted out of the bathroom and the apartment altogether.

  * * *

  “What do you think about it?” China asked Tracy, who she had just told about Smooth’s ridiculous decision to buy a $2.3 million home.

  Tracy was at work and just about to get off.

  “I think we should just move in and try to protect him, China. He’s too much in the street, and there’s nothing no

  woman can do to change a street nigga.”

  “I just don’t want nothing bad to happen to him. It’ll hurt me to lose him to the stupidity. He cares too much for his homeboys, and that shit really irks me.”

  Who is calling me? China thought while looking at her phone.

  “Hold on, Tracy. Someone’s calling me,” China said as she clicked over to answer the incoming call.

  “Hello.”

  “This is a collect call from Jenny Davis, an inmate at Lowell Correctional Institution. If you want to accept the call, press zero.”

  China pressed zero.

  “This call may be recorded and monitored. Thank you for using GTL,” the automated voice said before connecting the call.

  “What’s up, baby?” Jenny’s voice boomed through the phone.

  “I’m okay. What about you, baby?” China replied.

  “I’m missing you. Did you get my letter and pictures?”

  “Yeah, I got them. Hold on a sec. I have someone on the other line,” China informed her.

  “Okay.”

  Click!

  “Tracy?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I’ll be waiting on you. I have to take this call.”

  “Okay, I’ll be getting off shortly,” Tracy said as she hung up.

  Click!

  “Jenny?”

  “Yeah, I’m here. What’s good?”

  “I’m good, although things are up with Smooth again. It’s just selfish how he won’t let these streets go!” China explained to Jenny.

  “What happened now?” she asked.

  “Why would a man with no job go and purchase a $2.3 million home when the feds are cracking down?”

  “Sounds like someone don’t believe that their shit stinks!” Jenny replied.

  “Like he tells it, it’s fuck the police!”

  “That sounds a lot like a careless soul. What about the ones who love him?”

  “I brought that up, and he still remains nonchalant. I’m tired of worrying if he will come home at night. It’s beginning to get too exhausting, Jenny,” China said.

  “Don’t let it run you crazy, baby. Try to show him the hard way until he gets the picture.”

  “And what is that, baby?”

  “You have one minute remaining,” the automated voice chimed in.

  “Leave him until he chooses the right decision,” Jenny suggested.

  “Make him choose?”

  “Exactly.”

  “I love you, Jenny.”

  “I love you too.”

  “Thank you for using GTL,” the automated voice said before disconnecting the call.

  “Damn it! I hate that damn shit!” China exclaimed, wishing they had more time.

  China then thought seriously about what Jenny had suggested.

  Leave him until he gets the picture, China thought in retrospection of Jenny’s advice. Could I really live without him? Of course you can, girl. You have Tracy, and she has you! China’s inner voice screamed at her. I’ma see what he really loves first, money or me! she thought as she sat on the sofa flipping through channels.

  When she got to BET, she saw Beyoncé’s new hit playing.

  Damn, that’s a bad bitch that nigga Jay-Z got! China thought, getting wet between her legs for Beyoncé.

  * * *

  When Jane heard the knocks at the door, she ran and looked through her peephole.

  “Oh my gosh! It’s him!” Jane exclaimed in a whisper.

  She looked at herself indecisively, wondering whether she should throw on some pants. She was still in her T-shirt and panties.

  Fuck that. I’m take this dick! she thought as she slid off her black thong and tossed it onto the sofa. She was already wet just thinking of how good he would fuck her.

  Jane then opened the door and stared at
Smooth in his eyes. Damn! she thought, lusting over his handsomeness.

  Smooth himself was speechless as he stared back at Jane, who was a beautiful redbone dime piece at five three and 125 pounds.

  “Ummm, I got a call, from uh . . .”

  “China called you about my plumbing,” Jane helped Smooth.

  “Yeah, I’m the landlord. Can I take a look?”

  “Yes, come in and close the door,” Jane said as she spun on her heels.

  Smooth looked at the hump raising Jane’s T-shirt over her ass, and instantly became erect, staring at her red cheeks and her moist thong on the sofa.

  If this isn’t a booty call, what the hell is it? Smooth thought as he closed the front door and followed Jane into the apartment.

  When Smooth entered the bathroom, he was slapped in the face by the view of Jane’s phat pussy as she bent over to lift up the toilet seat.

  “I think I need a plunger. What do you think?” Jane asked Smooth while looking back at him and spreading her pussy lips apart, revealing a wet tunnel. “I promise, China will never find out, Smooth. I just want you to fuck the shit out of me!” she said seductively.

  With no words needed to be spoken, Smooth unfastened his belt and pulled out his dick. Smooth then walked up to Jane, grabbed her by her small waist, and plunged his cock deep into her graveyard.

  “Oh my gosh, you’re huge!” Jane moaned out in a gasp.

  Jane was in heaven as Smooth fucked the shit out of her, and had yet another victim on her hands and under her belt.

  * * *

  “Damn! That is crazy! You guys really serious, huh?” Landi asked Guru, who was lying behind her cozily on the sofa watching the breaking news.

  The shooting that occurred on 112th went national and had the president of the United States highly upset.

  “You do know they’re about to come down hard on your people, Guru, right?” Landi asked while looking over her shoulder.

  “Hey, shit happens!” Guru replied, kissing her on her cheek.

  “Promise me that you’ll give it up soon.”

  “I told you, as soon as Juan takes his last breath, I’m out. I just can’t leave my boys in the middle of a war.”

  Guru explained the situation to Landi, who understood the love he had for his crew. Just the previous week, Guru had comforted Landi, who had spilled her desire to keep him in her life. She cried in his arms and begged for him to let the street life go, but to keep the bad-boy attitude. It was a moment of laughter and contentedness that resulted in them making love that night.

  “I understand what you mean, baby. Shit, if I could help you find him tonight, I would,” Landi told Guru as she flipped the channel to a Latino station where Jennifer Lopez was performing onstage live in concert.

  “You know, I took a picture with her in my freshman year of high school,” Landi said.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, I bet you’ll love that, huh?”

  “I think any man would love it, baby,” Guru replied.

  “Like every woman would love to take Usher to bed,” Landi said.

  “Are you in them statistics?”

  “Nope!”

  “You’re lying, because it came out too damn fast.”

  “Whatever!” Landi said as she turned around and stared at Guru with her bedroom eyes. “The DEA is talking about doing a sweep on any man standing.”

  “Is this what your girl is telling you?” Guru asked.

  “Yeah, she called me last night actually. They’re moving to take down Juan, too, when they find him,” she informed him.

  “I don’t think my boy would like the DEA taking down Juan before he could kill him.”

  “Well, your boy better hurry up and find him,” Landi stated. “Because either grave or prison, you’re out baby, right?”

  “Yeah!” Guru said.

  “Smart man!” Landi added.

  * * *

  The four Mexican teenagers were playing basketball at their community park. The court lights illuminated the court brightly, but not the darkened streets. When Spencer arrived, he sat down on the bleachers. The four boys were too engrossed in their game and never saw him sitting down watching the good game. Each time one scored, the other team responded. Spencer pulled out a silencer from his pants pocket and then screwed it onto his FN 5.7. Spencer set the pistol on his lap and then leaned back against the bleachers with his hands locked behind his head.

  “Hurry, esé! Hurry!” one of the teens shouted for his partner to shoot the ball.

  “So we have someone who speaks English out here,” Spencer said.

  His adrenaline began pumping rapidly. For the first time after all the slaughter he had been committing across Miami, someone finally spoke English.

  This is great! Spencer thought as he continued to watch the game.

  “Come on, esé, and shoot the damn ball!” the tall teen shouted to his partner.

  For him to be talking English, that means all of them understand it well, Spencer reflected.

  “Carlos, hurry man. Shake him!”

  Spencer leaned up, looked around, and saw no witnesses around. He grabbed his FN 5.7 pistol and indecisively aimed at the court, swaying from boy to boy. When the tall teen went up for a layup, Spencer pulled the trigger three times, exploding the teen’s head.

  “Oh shit, Carlos! What the fuck!” one of the teens screamed, with blood from his friend’s head all over his face and clothes.

  Everyone looked around in fear in search of the shooter. Spencer began clapping his hands to reveal his location. The three teens were extremely shaken up, and they stuck in their tracks like deer trapped in the headlights.

  “Homes, run!” one of the boys yelled as he took off.

  He didn’t get very far, as Spencer shot him in the leg from the court, knocking him down.

  “You want to run, eh?” Spencer addressed the boy who he had just shot.

  The other two looked at Spencer, afraid to blink the wrong way.

  “Esé, run!” the boy encouraged the two remaining.

  Spencer looked at the two scared boys and aimed at the boy on the ground while looking at the other two again. He then pulled the trigger.

  Psst! Psst! Psst! Psst!

  “I dare you two to try and run. I promise that you’ll end up the same way,” Spencer warned the boys after killing the boy on the ground.

  “Now, I’ma ask you guys this one time. Where do I find Juan and Mario?”

  “Two blocks away at the Mexican joint.”

  * * *

  After fucking Jane from the bathroom to the living room, Smooth walked back over to Amanda’s and grabbed the product that she had already finished. He then left to deliver the product to Stone. Smooth honked the horn twice and then began removing the product from his stash spot. Stone came outside carrying a duffel bag of money and tossed it in the backseat of Smooth’s SUV.

  “Hey, mon, everything is there,” Stone said as he came around to the driver’s seat and grabbed the bag from Smooth.

  “And like always, everything is there too,” Smooth said as he hopped back into the driver’s seat.

  “Hey, mon, be careful. The police are everywhere. Someone killed four of them in your backyard. So be careful.”

  “What you mean in my backyard?” Smooth asked, confused.

  “You didn’t hear about the feds getting blasted on 112th? The shit is everywhere, mon. It’s national.”

  “Hell no! I ain’t hear shit like that. I’ma see you later, Stone. Call me when you need something else,” Smooth said as he then pulled off, calling Sue Rabbit on his phone.

  Sue Rabbit picked up on the third ring, sounding like he was just waking up.

  It is only a little after 9:00. Why is he in bed instead of working? Smooth wanted to know.

  “Sue, what the fuck is going on over on 112th?” Smooth exclaimed.

  “Shit, four birds got popped. That’s it!” Sue said.

  “Who ordered it? People don’t
just go around popping cops.”

  “Smooth, are you okay? Aren’t you forgetting that they are enemies too? Especially when it comes to them getting in the way of us getting money, bro,” Sue reminded Smooth of their meeting instructions, which were preached by him.

  “You’re right. I’m tripping. I just want y’all niggas to be safe. That’s all, bro. Do they have anybody?”

  “Hell, naw, bro. We have the best on our team. We all family, nigga. Ain’t nobody slipping. Feel me?” Sue Rabbit said.

  “Is Guru good?”

  “Yeah, Guru somewhere like me and where you need to be at with China. Booed up and cuddled up with your baby,” Sue suggested.

  “Man! She’s tripping!”

  “Why is that, bro?” Sue Rabbit asked.

  “I went out looking for a nice house. It was $2.3 million, and she just blew up on me, after being happy and saying that it would alert the feds. But like I said, fuck the police!” Smooth explained to Sue while driving through traffic.

  “I think you still need to be home, Smooth. Try to make it up to her. And as far as what she was saying about the feds coming snooping, she has a point. But if you want the castle for your queen, don’t let her doubt stop you from making her sidewalk gold,” Sue said.

  “I feel that, bro. Thanks a lot!” Smooth replied.

  “Family!” Sue Rabbit said as he hung up.

  Smooth then called Amanda’s phone.

  “Hello.”

  “How many you’ve got left?”

  “Just four of them.”

  “Okay, don’t worry about them. We’ll finish them tomorrow, baby.”

  “Okay so when will you come get me to take me home?”

  “I’m on my way now. First, I want to take you out to eat, and then go kick back and watch us a movie,” Smooth suggested.

  “Are you serious, Smooth?” Amanda asked.

  “Serious as a heartbeat!” Smooth said before hanging up.

  I’ll chill with number two tonight, and then come in to go to sleep. I really don’t have time for China’s arguing tonight, Smooth thought, realizing that China hadn’t called him since she called about Jane’s plumbing problem hours ago.