Country Girls 4 (Country Boy)

by Blake Karrington

  When she passed by his door, she smiled and gave him a wink of the eye to let him know that it was on. Mayo just fell back, sat on his bunk, and waited for the count to be cleared by the center control. The whole time he sat there, he thought about all the things he was going to do to her in that cell. Visions of him fucking her from behind ran through his mind, causing his dick to become rock hard.

  “Yo, my nigga, as soon as she pop this door open, you gotta get da fuck out.” Mayo reiterated.

  He was hyped up and ready to go at this point. His dick was so hard, pre cum seeped out into his boxers. He was going to fuck Ms. Nealy like no other. He didn’t know it yet, but Ms. Nealy was going to fuck the shit out of him as well.

  “Bitch you better stop playin’” Tiffany joked, playfully punching April in her arm while they sat at the bar.

  There weren’t many people at MHB Bar & Grill on a Wednesday night, so Tiffany and April took that time to plan the surprise party they were going to give Alexus for her birthday.

  “Y’all better hurry up. You know that girl gon’ be walking through that door any minute.” Tanya, the bartender said as she wiped off the bar with her rag.

  Moments later, the front door swung open and in walked Cornell, pulling the hood off his head. April looked over and saw him, but didn’t think anything of it, so she turned back around to finish looking at the party themes with Tiffany.

  “Can I get you something?” Tanya asked, walking over to him.

  The visible MHB tattoo on her neck made Cornell waste not another second in doing what he came there to do. He pulled the .38 snub nose from his jacket pocket, pointed it at Tanya’s chest and squeezed. The first bullet hit her center mass, while the other entered her top right shoulder, sending her backwards.

  April fell out of her chair when she heard the shots. Tiffany looked over and saw Tanya’s body crashing into the shelves, knocking down dozens of bottles of liquor. She jumped up, and by that time, Cornell had turned the gun on her.

  One of the bullets just missed Tiffany’s head, while the other two knocked chips of wood from the bar into the air. April managed to retrieve her gun from her bag while she was on the floor, and began shooting wildly in Cornell’s direction. He didn’t even duck behind anything to avoid the gun spray. He didn’t have to, because April’s aim was off, shooting from the ground.

  “Tell Dink I’ma ride for him.” Cornell said, firing his last shot and hitting April in her neck.

  Tiffany finally retrieved her gun from her bag, spinning around to the .38 being thrown at her. It hit her on the top of her head, stunning her for a second. By the time she readjusted her eyes, Cornell had taken off out the bar.

  “Oh my God! April!” Tiffany yelled, dropping down to the ground next to her. “Come on girl, hold on!” she yelled wrapping her hands around her neck.

  The bullet had hit a major artery, sending blood straight down her throat and into her lungs. Tiffany couldn’t stop the bleeding no matter how much pressure she put on the wound. She looked down at April, whose eyes were rolling to the back of her head.

  “Call the ambulance!” she yelled to the only two patrons in the bar.

  They came from behind the tables with their phones in their hands dialing numbers. Their efforts were to no avail, because April was dead and Tiffany knew it. She closed April’s eyes with her blood soaked hand then fell back against the bar. She was still in shock and couldn’t believe what had just happened. Not only couldn’t she believe what just happened, Tiffany couldn’t believe why it happened. She heard Cornell loud and clear when he said Dink’s name. She never thought that his death was going to come back on her, and even to someone who was as innocent as April, who didn’t have a clue about what was going on and who Dink was. All Tiffany knew now, was that the beef was officially on.

  Alexus, Gwen, and two other MHB members climbed into the truck and headed off to meet up with some new clientele. Gwen really didn’t feel like doing too much of anything, considering she head to prepare Chad’s funeral, but the only way she could take her mind off his death was by staying busy.

  “Gwen, are you okay?” Alexus asked, looking over at her staring hard out of the passenger side window.

  Gwen snapped out of her daze and looked over at Alexus. “You ever feel like you wanna put this life behind you and start over?”

  Alexus didn’t want to answer the question in front of the two newly pledged MHB members. This wasn’t the kind of conversation they needed to hear, and they definitely were a little too fresh in the game to hear the boss questioning herself about being MHB. They just wouldn’t understand.

  “Well, we all need a break sometimes.” Alexus responded, trying to clean up the conversation. “We’ll talk about that later though, cause we about to get off on the next exit.” she told her, pointing to the exit sign.

  Gwen couldn’t lie; being the boss of MHB was starting to take its toll. So many good things in her life were sacrificed behind being MHB. In a sense, it felt like MHB was the one who took her son’s life, and now she felt the same way about Chad. The regular life she used to have was far over, and the simple things she took for granted were replaced by mountains of responsibilities that took up her life.

  The more she thought about it, the more she started to hate her position. The only reason she hadn’t quit by now was because so many young females depended on her for guidance. So many young females became MHB because of Gwen, and she didn’t want to just turn her back on them. She felt obligated to stay in charge.

  “We like ten minutes away.” Alexus announced in the car so everybody could get ready.

  One of the girls in the back got up, reached into the third row seat, and grabbed a large duffle bag. In the middle of Gwen cocking a bullet into the chamber of her Glock .40, her cell phone went off. She grabbed it from the center console and saw that it was Tiffany.

  “Yeah,” Gwen answered, resting the gun on her lap.

  She could hear sirens and people yelling loudly in the background before Tiffany even said a word. At this point, Gwen became very attentive and sat up in her seat.

  “Tiff, what’s goin’ on?” Gwen asked.

  “Tanya and April is gone,” Tiffany spoke, watching as the coroner rolled April’s body over to the van.

  “What do you mean gone?” Gwen shot back looking over at Alexus to see if she had heard what Tiffany said.

  Tiffany broke down all the events that took place in the bar, and how the gunman gave reference to Dink’s name before killing April. She also reminded Gwen that Diamond still hadn’t pop up, which made her think that she might be dead somewhere. Gwen leaned up and put her head on the dashboard. She couldn’t win for losing, and it seemed that every time it rained, it poured.

  “Meet me at the spot in one hour!’’ Gwen told Tiffany then hung up the phone.

  “I don’t even wanna know right now.” Alexus said, shaking her head. “Let’s finish taking care of this.” She pointed at the meeting place.

  Mayo heard the sound of keys outside his door, so he jumped up from the bed and walked over. Ms. Nealy was walking through the pod, going to the selected doors and opening them so the orderlies could go out and clean. Per Mayo’s instructions, only three out of the normal five cells were going out.

  When she got to Mayo’s door, his celly was already on point, waiting at the door.

  “Boy, you gon’ get me in trouble,” Ms. Nealy said, stepping to the side to let Mayo’s celly out.

  “Come on,” Mayo said, backing up and taking off his shit. “Time is precious.” He licked his lips.

  Ms. Nealy stood at the door, hesitating to enter his cell. She knew that once she was in, she’d be committing herself to see it through. Her heart was racing, but she couldn’t back down now. It was a lot more than sex on the line, and Kea wanted to make sure she did it right.

  “You ain’t really tryin’ to do anything, boy,” Kea teased looking like she was about to walk away.<
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  Mayo wasn’t trying to let her go. He was ready, and horny as a pit-bull. No way was he was going to let her leave.

  “Hold up, hold up, where you goin’?” he said, walking over to the door.

  She backed up a little, gave him a seductive grin while biting her bottom lip. It drove Mayo crazy. He reached out and grabbed her before she could walk off and pulled her into the cell. She didn’t resist much, and stumbled into the cell giggling.

  “Girl, stop playin’ wit me!” Mayo said, kissing Kea while at the same time unfastening her belt.

  She returned his kisses, stuffing her tongue down his throat. He walked her over to the bottom bunk and sat her down. Clumsily, he push her backwards and pulled off one of her pants legs. He left her panties on, but just pulled them to the side.

  Kea tightened her walls and braced for impact.

  Mayo almost had to pry her legs open in order to get inside her. When his dick finally reached the pussy, he wasted no time pushing the whole head of his member deep into her canal. Kea moaned from the deep penetration. She opened her legs up a little wider, allowing him to go in deeper.

  “Smack me.” she moaned, looking up at him. “I like it rough.” She dug her nails into his chest. “Fuck dis pussy, nigga.”

  Mayo didn’t do it at first, but when Kea reached up and smacked him clean across the face, he joined in the rough sex. He smacked her lightly and she giggled. She reached back up and smacked him again, this time harder than the last time.

  “You can’t handle this pussy!” she taunted, reaching up and grabbing his neck.

  He drew his arm and backhanded the shit out of Kea’s face. It damn near knocked her out, but she managed to look back up at him with a smile.

  “That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” she smiled, biting her lower lip.

  Mayo was pounding away. Tight, warm, wet pussy never felt better, especially coming from a guard.

  “You better not pull out either,” she told him.

  She could tell by the way Mayo looked, that he was about to cum. She pulled him down to kiss her so that it would take his eyes off what Kea was about to do. The harder he pounded, the easier it was for Kea to reach down into her back pocket and pull out the jailhouse shank. She kept it down by her side while she continued to kiss him. Mayo still didn’t notice what she had in her hand. He was so focused on sucking Kea’s tongue that nothing else mattered.

  “I’m about to bust!” Mayo said, picking up his pace.

  Kea could feel his cum oozing inside her, and as soon as she saw that he was at his weakest moment, she struck. She grabbed him by his neck and lifted him up from her face.

  He looked at her and smiled.

  Kea did too.

  “Gwen said she’ll see you in hell!” Kea said before shoving the flat, sharp, metal shank into his neck.

  She quickly pulled it out and hit him two more times in the neck with it, causing blood to squirt out onto her face. Mayo was in shock. He tried to punch her, but grabbing his neck was more important. She pushed him off her, rolled out of the bed and grabbed her radio dangling from her belt. She yelled into the radio for help then pushed the panic button. Mayo struggled to keep his eyes open as the blood poured out from his neck.

  Within seconds, a team of guards rushed the block searching cell by cell for Kea. She could hear the keys jingling, but they weren’t coming to the cell.

  “I’m in here!” Kea yelled, getting one of the guard’s attention.

  When the guards walked into the cell, it was a bloody mess. Mayo had pretty much bled to death, and Kea was lying between the lockers covered in blood with her pants halfway off. Everything so far was going according to plan, but the assassination of Mayo wasn’t quite over yet.

  Terrence and Randy sat in the truck waiting for the new connect to pull into the parking lot. Drama was in the hood, but Terrence couldn’t let it stop his business. Money still needed to be made, and dope fiends needed their product. Terrence was trying to cop as much dope as he could since Auntie had told him that a drought was coming soon. That’s the last thing any dope boy wanted to be caught up in. A drought could really set nigga back, and Terrence couldn’t afford any setbacks.

  “So wassup wit da bitch?” Randy said, referring to Diamond, who was still being held hostage.

  Terrence couldn’t decide whether to kill her or let her go. He couldn’t stop thinking about Gwen and how much he was feeling her. At the same time, he had a lot of questions that needed answers. How Gwen answered them would determine if she lived as well.

  The only problem Terrence had was getting in touch with Gwen to find out what was going on. The last time he saw her was when he dropped her off at her car the morning after they had sex. She wasn’t answering her phone, nor was she coming into the office, as far as Terrence knew. It was like she went M.I.A.

  “Yo, I think that’s her.” Terrence said, nodding at the black Cadillac Escalade that pulled into the lot.

  All four doors to the Escalade opened up and out jumped four women two were heavily armed with AR-15s. They all walked up to Terrence’s truck, surrounding it like a pack of curious lions.

  “Get da fuck outta here.” Terrence said, seeing Gwen amongst the pack of women.

  Terrence exited the truck with his 10mm in his hand. Randy did the same, clutching an AK-47 in both hands. For now, everyone kept their guns lowered to the ground.

  “Are you serious?” Terrence asked, walking up to Gwen.

  She was shocked to see that it was him. Auntie said she had some new clientele lined up, but the last person she thought would be standing there was Terrence.

  “I see we both have our own little secrets.” Gwen said, leaning against his truck.

  “So, it is true. You really are MHB?” Terrence spoke, looking at her and then over at the females holding the assault rifles.

  Gwen could only nod her head. There was no use in lying now, plus at that point, she really couldn’t care less about what somebody thought about her. She had so much going on in her life right now it was making her sick.

  “So you mean to tell me that all this time—”

  “Stop! Look, I’m here on business. If you wanna score, you gotta do it now cause shit lookin’ real crazy,” Gwen said, cutting him off.

  Terrence turned his face up at her, surprised that she was talking to him in that manner.

  “What, did you forget?” Terrence shot back, referring to the night of passion they had shared.

  Gwen grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the side, away from everyone else. She definitely didn’t want everybody involved in her personal life.

  “It’s not like that, Terrence. I just got a lot goin’ on right now,” she said in a much softer voice.

  “Did you have something to do with killing Dink?” Terrence asked. “I know you run MHB, so don’t act like—”

  “Dink? What you know about Dink?” Gwen took a step back with a curious look on her face.

  She had just hung up the phone with Tiffany, and now he was sitting there asking about Dink. Automatically, she thought that he may have had something to do with the shooting at the bar. If he did, the situation was about to turn ugly, especially with all the assault rifles on deck.

  “Look, Gwen, I fucks wit you. And if you did have something to do with it, it’s some people in the city from down south that’s out to kill you and whoever else they can find from MHB.” Terrence warned.

  He really couldn’t believe that he had told Gwen about Dink’s people. When he saw her face to face, everything changed. He went from thinking about killing her, to wanting to save her life.

  Gwen, on the other hand, had murder on her mind and all she wanted to know was where Dink’s people were so she could do to them what she had done to Dink.

  “Take me to where they at!” Gwen demanded.

  “I can’t.” he responded, looking away from her.

  “What you mean? These bastards just
killed two of my friends and another one is missing. If you know something, Terrence, let me know.” Gwen pleaded.

  Terrence wanted to tell her, but he really didn’t know where they were. He hadn’t talked to his sister since she let his office, and because of the way she came, he didn’t have any plans on calling her either. There was one thing he could help with, but was reluctant to do so, because of the possible repercussions behind it.

  “Look, I might know where ya missing friend is.” Terrence said.

  Alexus and one of the armed females overheard him and it immediately sparked some hostility.

  “You know where Diamond at?” Alexus butted in, walking over to where they were standing.

  The other female walked beside Alexus, pointing the AR-15 at Terrence. Randy lifted the AK-47 and pointed it at Gwen, Alexus and the armed female, while the second armed female pointed her gun at Randy.

  “Whoa! whoa! whoa!” Terrence yelled. “Lower dat fuckin’ gun!” he screamed, pointing at Randy. “Tell ya people to lower da shit.” he told Gwen.

  “I can’t do that, Terrence!” Gwen shot back.

  Her girls were trained to go, and they weren’t going to hesitate setting it off. Randy could see that in their eyes too. That’s why he didn’t lower the AK like he was told.

  “Gwen, look at me. Do you think for one second that I wanna hurt you?” Terrence said, looking Gwen in her eyes.

  She didn’t think that he was out to hurt her, but none of that mattered. All Gwen wanted was Diamond, and if she didn’t get what she wanted, bullets would start flying. As Gwen and Terrance locked eyes, it was like the earth stopped spinning. The tension in the air could be cut with a butter knife. Terrence had a choice to make, and it was totally up to him to make the right one, because in the event he chose wrong, Gwen already had her mind made up to put him and Randy down.