As Mike was pulling out of the parking lot he looked in the rearview mirror, only to see the blue lights of a Greenville County police car flashing behind them, signaling for him to pull over.
Without even so much as a second thought, Mike slammed his foot down on the accelerator. The Pirelli tires screamed and left a trail of burnt rubber on the asphalt. Ant D, who had been in the passenger seat bobbing his head along to the beat, was forcefully thrown back in his seat. The Chevy propelled down the road, and the chase was on.
“What the fuck…” Before Ant D could finish his statement, Mike ran a series of red lights, and swerved onto a side road. The dark blue police cruiser followed close behind, with its sirens blaring.
“Man, these pussy muh’fuckas is on our ass,” yelled Mike. He gripped the steering wheel and sped through the night, attempting to shake the county car behind them.
“Damn! Boy, I swear to God I ain’t tryna see that county tonight, nigga! I can’t go to jail, my mama cookin’ chicken for dinner,” Ant joked. But at the same time, he was as serious as cancer. He looked in the rearview mirror.
“Nigga, I got this here.” Mike laughed, temporarily taking his eyes off the road.
“Oooooooh shit!!! Nigga, watch out!” Ant was scared to death, his hands fiercely gripping the dashboard.
Mike turned his attention back to the road, and swerved to the right just in time to avoid a head on collision with an oncoming car in the other lane. He said, “Damn, that was close! Nigga, it sounded like you was ‘bout to shit on yo’self.” He was fucking with Ant. That was a close brush with death, so nervous beads of sweat had started to form on his forehead too.
“Nigga, fuck you! Just drive this muh’fucka!”
By now they had reached speeds in excess of 70 mph. And on those small unpaved back roads, one wrong move could be fatal. “Goddamn, this muh’fucka is still on our ass!” said Mike, as he continued to swerve recklessly in and out of lanes. He was hoping that the cop would lose heart, and give up on the chase. But no such luck.
“Mike, look here. Just get us to that lil’ cut over there by Lakeside Park, and we’ll jump out and split-up on his monkey ass. Then we can meet up at Neesy’s house over there in Rockvale. Ain’t no way that cracker gon’ be able to catch us, good as we know them woods over there.”
“Yeah, but that mean I gotta leave my Chevy behind.” There was a hint of sadness in Mike’s voice. He steered the car onto the wrong side of the street, hoping to scare the pig off like that. But once again, no such luck.
Mike continued debating. “Which means they gonna know it was me and you, ‘cause this shit registered in my name. Plus our prints is all over this bitch.”
“Look here, nigga. You tryna be sittin’ up in the muh’fuckin’ county tonight, in one of them pissy ass, packed ass holding cells with a bunch of drunks and crack heads all night? Waiting to see a judge to make bail? I know I ain’t!”
Mike had to think fast. His Chevy was his baby, but an O.G. named Big Rick, who was now on Death Row withering away, had put him up on game a long time ago. Once you embraced the streets, you could never become attached to anything that you couldn’t walk away from in 30 seconds or less. “Young blood, sometimes 30 seconds can be all the time you got between death, a life sentence, or living to see another day.”
With that thought in mind, Mike swerved recklessly onto the road that would take them in the direction of the park. He was driving so fast and so reckless, he nearly wrecked and flipped the car over about four times. And Greenville County’s “finest” still refused to stop the chase.
“Ok nigga, we almost there! As soon as we get to the cut, you already know what it is,” said Mike frantically.
“Fa’ sho’. We hop out, toss the guns, and split up and hit the woods ‘til we lose this clown. Then we meet up at Neesy’s house.”
Suddenly, Mike made a hard right onto a dirt road, and killed his lights. The Chevy almost spun out of control, and a huge cloud of dirt went up into the air. The dark road was illuminated only by the dim glimmer of the moon. That road led into the woods that were part of Lakeside Park. At the end of the road, there was a small opening that led into the woods. Right on the other side of the woods was a ‘hood called Rockvale, where one of Ant’s numerous girlfriends, Neesy, shared a house with her sister and her kids.
As Mike approached the woods, he attempted to pump the brakes but the dirt road made it difficult to maintain control of the car, let alone slow down. The forest raced towards them, and he slammed his foot down on the brake. The car skidded forward until it collided with a tree at the beginning of the path. The impact was bad, but not bad enough to prevent Mike and Ant from jumping out. They grabbed their money and cell phones, and ran into the woods like two runaway slaves.
The officer who had initiated the high speed chase tried to bring his car to an abrupt stop, but he ended up colliding into the back of Mike’s car. He was dazed for a second, but he jumped out and ran into the woods with his gun drawn, and flashlight out. “Greenville County Sheriff’s Department! Stop!”
He might as well have been talking to one of the trees because Ant D and Mike were ghost.
Within seconds, there were several Greenville County police cars at the scene, with their spotlights on, and their blue lights flashing. The K-9 unit was dispatched, and there was also a police helicopter circling overhead like a vulture waiting to swoop down and pick off its prey.
But it was all for nothing. Ant D and Mike had escaped the long arm of the law. At least for the moment.
Chapter 2
Inside a plush, luxurious bedroom, located in a mini mansion in Easley, South Carolina, two lovers were sexually devouring each other on top of red satin sheets that covered a King sized, four post bed.
“Damn, Meka! I’m ‘bout to bust, baby. Damn girl, I swear yo’ pussy is so fuckin’ good!”
“Go ‘head and bust that nut in this pussy, daddy. Beat it up for me, daddy,” Meka moaned.
Twan was on top of Meka, banging away at her insides and trying to make her feel it up in her throat. The sound of their hot sweaty bodies banging together filled the room, along with the aroma of their sex.
Meka held her legs up in the air as wide as possible, and started moaning, “Fuck me, daddy, fuck me hard, daddy. I’m your little slut, baby.” While talking dirty, she made the sexiest faces she could.
Right before Twan was about to cum, he pulled his dick out of Meka’s pussy and blasted his hot, sticky semen all over her stomach. Meka wiped his cum up with her hand, and made sure he saw her lick every drop off her palm and fingers.
Exhausted, Twan rolled off of Meka and lay on his side facing her. “Meka, you know I love you, right?” asked Twan.
“Yeah, I know that, daddy. I know. I love you too.” She gave him the warmest, sincerest smile, and made Twan blush. Meka was good. After that, she said, “Look, baby. I gotta go wash up, and get dressed. I got some things I need to do today.” She got up and stretched.
“Come on and get yo’ ass back in bed, Meka,” Twan said, attempting to grab her hand. “Spend the weekend with me.”
“I will, Twan, but first I gotta go home and check on some things. I’ll be back later.”
Meka went into the bathroom to take a shower. Before she got in, she stood in front of the full length mirror and admired her honey brown body. She was so bad she had the ability to make niggas act the fool. At 5’5”, 135 pounds, Meka was the epitome of the word “thick.” She had baby doll eyes, and full sensuous lips that men loved seeing her lick. Her waist was small, and her breasts were full, with large brown nipples. Her ass was large and juicy, and it jiggled whenever she walked. Thick, toned thighs and legs that were slightly bowed were the icing on top of the mouth-watering cake.
Meka liked to pamper herself, so every week she got her hair done, and hit up the nail salon for a fresh manni/peddi. And usually at the expense of some sucker who hadn’t even fucked her yet. Meka was a dime. Naw, fuck that, Meka was
a quarter! All the old heads said she was the spitting image of her mama, Glo, before she started smoking that shit.
Still admiring her body, Meka rubbed her nipples with one hand, and her still wet, throbbing pussy with the other. “Damn, let me stop and get my ass in the shower,” she whispered to herself.
After showering, Meka went and got her clothes out of her overnight bag, and got dressed. She put on some skin tight Apple Bottoms that accentuated her ass, and a light blue blouse that showed off her cleavage. The flat, gold gladiator sandals she put on exposed her sexy pedicured toes. Glancing at her watch, she saw that it was already after 12 ‘noon that Saturday.
She kissed Twan goodbye, and stepped outside into the bright sunlight of the day. She walked over to her Chrysler 300c, hopped in, and sped away. She was headed toward District 25. That was the ‘hood she was from.
$$$
“Goddamn, Ant D, where the fuck is yo’ crazy ass sister at? Man, ever since we been kids, her ass be late for shit,” said Mike.
It had been a few days since Ant D and Mike’s last lick, and their close encounter with the law. They had laid low for a couple of days, so they were thirsty. The partners yearned another opportunity to showcase their fundraising skills, so they were both anxious to hear the information they hoped Meka had obtained.
Ant shook his head, and said, “Ain’t no tellin’, dog. But she’ll pop up in a minute.”
“Ant, Mike, y’all hungry? Y’all want something to eat?” asked Gloria, from the kitchen door.
“What you cookin’ on, mama?”
“Some fried chicken,” Gloria responded.
“Damn right,” said Ant D.
Mike rubbed his hands together, and said, “Yeah, Ms. D, let me get some of that too. Don’t nobody in the south fry that barnyard pimp like you!”
Gloria headed in the kitchen, and began to bread the chicken with her own secret blend of flour and an assortment of spices that gave her chicken its own special flavor. Then she dropped each piece into a deep fryer that was filled with hot grease.
At about 12:40 P.M. Meka walked through the back door and smelled the aroma of the fried chicken Gloria was in the kitchen whipping up.
“Damn, mama, you got this house smellin’ good!” exclaimed Meka.
“Hey, baby. Your brother and Mike are in the living room. I’ll bring the food out in a second. Soon as I get through.”
“Alright, mama.” Meka walked into the living room and sat down on the black leather couch across from her twin brother, and crossed her thick legs.
“Where the fuck you been at girl!?” asked Ant D, jumping up from the chair he was sitting in. “I told yo’ ass to be here at 12!”
“Look, nigga, sit yo’ ass the fuck down. How many times I gotta tell yo’ fuckin’ ass that you my brother, and not my fuckin’ daddy. Okay? Hey Mike.”
“What’s poppin, Meka? I see yo’ ass still can’t get nowhere on time,” said Mike, chuckling.
“You know what? Fuck both y’all niggas,” Meka replied.
“Alright, alright, let’s kill the bullshit, and get down to business,” Ant D said, sitting back down in the plush leather recliner. “Did you finally find out where that nigga Twan got his shit at?”
“Yeah,” replied Meka. “It took me a lil’ minute, but he finally broke down and showed me the safe. It’s in his bedroom closet.”
“Damn… stupid ass niggas still keeping safes in their closet? Muh’fuckas must think this shit is a fuckin’ movie, or one of them fairytale ass street books they livin’ in, or something,” Mike said incredulously. “And how the fuck did you get him to show you that anyway?” inquired Mike.
“Just the best pussy that clown ass nigga ever got in his life! This thang I got between my legs is straight crack, nigga. No Arm and Hammer, no cut, nigga. Straight drop! One hit, and you hooked,” Meka said, giggling.
“When you gon’ let me get a lil’ sample then?” joked Mike.
“In your fuckin’ dreams,” Meka retorted. She knew he was only playing though. They’d been through so much shit over the years, Mike was truly like a real brother to her.
Just then, Glo walked into the living room, interrupting their criminal conversation. She was carrying a bowl full of chicken, with three sheets of paper towel at the bottom to catch the grease. She had also made some potato salad, which she carried in another bowl in her other hand. She sat the food down on the table, along with some paper plates, and everyone began to eat. Their conversation was momentarily forgotten. You knew the food was good when nobody was saying shit! Glo went back into the kitchen, and she re-emerged with three glasses, and a pitcher of grape Kool-Aid that was sweet enough to put a diabetic in a coma.
“Damn. Ms. D, we gon have to get you your own restaurant when we get this paper right. This shit here… is blazin’!” said Mike, smacking his lips.
“For real, mama,” Ant D and Meka said together, as they continued stuffing their faces.
Glo took pleasure in the fact that they liked her food so much. It really made her feel good to see that they enjoyed her cooking. But what warmed her heart the most was to see her kids together, after all the craziness they had all been through over the years.
After many, many years of prostitution, degradation, and addiction, Gloria was finally clean. She had her pride and self esteem back, but more importantly she had a relationship with her kids. Mike had been in the family so long, she considered him one of hers too. Of course with all the bullshit she’d put her kids through over the years, their relationship was far from perfect. But it was still a relationship.
There wasn’t a day that went by that Gloria didn’t regret many of the decisions she had made over the years, selfishly chasing the next high. Maybe if she’d been a better mother, her children would’ve had a better life. Maybe they wouldn’t be involved in the streets so heavily now. Maybe… Life was full of maybes.
She knew that her kids were knee-deep in the streets, and she knew what that type of lifestyle entailed. But Glo never tried to preach to them. She just dropped game and gave advice, whenever she could, based on her own life experiences. All that was left to do after that was get on her knees and pray to God that He’d keep her children safe.
That was ironic because for a long time, Gloria had seriously doubted the existence of God. She went through a lot when she was out there, so she’d felt like God wouldn’t have allowed her to suffer that way.
Gloria had been involved in countless near-death situations. She had literally been to hell and back. But she conquered her demons and survived, so she knew there had to be a higher power. That’s why she prayed for her children. She knew God was real. She was a living testimony.
She smiled at her kids again, and told them, “I’m ‘bout to go and take me a lil’ nap, y’all. Put them dirty dishes in the sink, and them plates in the trash when y’all get through, hear?”
“Ok mama,” replied Meka. “I’ll get ‘em.”
Mike finished off the last piece of chicken, licked his lips, and wiped his hands and mouth with a paper towel. After he burped, and excused himself, he said, “Now back to this nigga Twan.”
“Yeah, how much money you think he holdin’ in that safe?” Ant D asked his sister, still chewing on a mouthful of chicken and potato salad.
“I don’t know fa’ sho’. But it can’t be no less than 4 or 500 grand with the type of weight he be movin’. He probably got some work in there too. And do you gotta talk with yo’ mouth full? That shit is disgusting,” Meka said, teasing her brother.
Ant opened his mouth so Meka could get a good look at the food he hadn’t finished chewing on.
She made a face, and then punched him in the arm. He opened his mouth to gross his other half out again, and they both laughed.
Ant said, “Shut up, Meka, and pay close attention to what I’m finna say, ‘cause it’s going down. Here’s the plan…”
Chapter 3
Later on that night, Meka dialed Twan’s home phon
e number on her purple Motorola Razr. That cell phone was Meka’s favorite color.
Twan answered on the 3rd ring. “Hello?”
“Hey daddy, it’s me,” said Meka, using her sweetest, most innocent voice.
“Damn babygirl, where you at? I thought you was gonna come back through, and spend the weekend wit’ me.”
“Yeah daddy, I am. But you know I had to check up on my mama, and make sure everything was alright with her.”
“So, is everything cool?” Twan asked.
In a voice dripping with lust, she said, “Yeah, everything’s good. But I was thinking, boo. Instead of me driving all the way back to your house in Easley, how ‘bout you come into the city, and pick me up at my mama’s house? That way we can go out to eat dinner at my favorite spot. Then after dinner, we can head back to your house. And then I can give you some dessert.”
“And what’s for dessert?” asked Twan.
“Your favorite,” replied Meka. “Me… with some whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and a cherry to top it all off. You think you can handle all that, daddy?” she teased.
“Ain’t nuttin’ but one way to find out. I’ll be there to get you in ‘bout an hour, alright?”
“Okay, daddy.” Meka pushed the end button on her cell phone.
“What’s the word, Meka?” asked Ant D, who was standing beside her the whole time she was on the phone.
“Nigga, as close as yo’ ass was, all up on me, I know damn well you ain’t miss a word that nigga said,” stated Meka sarcastically. “Anyway,” she said, rolling her eyes. “He’ll be here in about an hour to pick me up, so y’all niggas need to go ‘head and get right. I’ll keep him at the restaurant for a lil’ minute, then take him back to his house, and do what I do.”
“That’s what’s happenin’,” said Mike. “Just make sure that nigga is exhausted by the time we get there.”
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