Thin Line Between Death and Dishonor

by Amir Sanchez

  Pulling her to him, he directed her head to the area that urged for oral attention. She went straight to work. As he lit up another Dutch, he lay back and enjoyed the warm, wet, soft insides of her mouth. The way she was able to make his entire nine inches disappear in the back of her mouth made him choke on the weed and caused his body to jerk from excitement. Going the extra length to please her man, she gently licked all over his balls while giving him a hand job at the same time. Afterward, she then took turns with his balls, placing them in her mouth one at a time and sucking on them with just her lips. He grabbed the back of her ponytail and pulled it with just enough force to balance the pleasure she had him feeling.

  Wanting to show her that he could fulfill her with just as much pleasure, he stood up and switched positions. Her shorts were so tight that he had great difficulty getting them down. He refused to let them slow down his hunger and craving, so he gripped the side slits and ripped them off. The sight of her bald, clean-smelling pussy caused his mouth to water. He pushed her legs up and guided her arms around them so that they stayed held apart. Then he started talking dirty.

  “Hold these mafucking legs open, girl. You hear me? You let them go, I’ma smack you across your ass so hard, my fingerprints going to be left behind. You hear me? Now, watch me as I fuck you with my tongue,” he whispered. He started off by licking from the top of her pussy lips to the bottom of her asshole. At first he went fast, and then drastically slowed up, until it was as if he was moving in slow motion. The pleasure was too much for her to bear, causing her legs to release from her grip. As promised, he smacked her ass with force, only adding pain to her pleasure. She quickly readjusted the position. This time, he spread her lips apart and flicked his tongue in and out of her pussy as if it was a snake. He was able to push his thumbs up on the sides of her pussy and cause her clit to be fully exposed. He kissed it with loud, long smooches that sent a vibrant current down her spine. Her body started to shiver as if she had the chills. The orgasm was so explosive that it actually squirted out like a water gun. Leaf’s face was covered in her juices, but it was far from over.

  “Come sit on top and make me do what you just did,” he suggested.

  Following his wishes, she sat on top and bounced on him like there was no tomorrow. She had to hold both of her titties to prevent them from smacking against her body too hard. When she started winding her body from side to side, that was all it took. He bust up all inside her. The sex was great and tiring. They fell asleep in their last position. Nicki’s plans to share her secret would have to wait for another day. After building up enough courage to expose the scandalous act, good pipe done postponed it once again.

  When the Hunter Gets Contacted by the Prey

  Just when Black thought all hope was lost, he received a phone call that put him right back on course.

  “Black, are you busy right now? I really need your help,” pleaded Connie.

  “Busy? Shit, I been busy all night. But if I can assist you with something, I can stop what I’m doing. What’s up?”

  “First of all, I want to apologize on behalf of my sister. I saw what she did at the funeral. She’s just going through it right now. I know you ain’t have shit to do with the death of my nephew. But anyway, I got some troubles with them alphabet folks, and we got put out of our own fucking house. They really fucked up my living arrangement. They didn’t let us get shit; they kicked us out in our bed clothes. We got plenty of money but no identification, so we can’t get no hotel room. Let us lay up in one of your spots just for the night, please,” she insisted.

  “I can do that for y’all. It’s just you, Jihad, and Trish, right?”

  “Yeah, it’s just us.”

  “Where y’all at right now?”

  “We at Friday’s on City Line Avenue, waiting on our food.”

  “All right, that’s cool. Meet me down at my apartment complex on Fortieth and Market in an hour, and I’ma look out for y’all,” he reassured her. Black exhaled a deep breath of relief. He couldn’t believe his luck. Connie had no idea she had just set herself up. He had no intentions of letting the opportunity escape him. If he had anything to do with it, they weren’t going to make it out of Friday’s parking lot.

  I just hit the fucking jackpot! This shit is almost going to be too easy, he thought to himself as he got ready to head out.

  * * *

  After chowing down on their meals and a few drinks, the threesome exited the establishment and headed for the car. Once they were inside, Connie allowed the car to heat up while adjusting the radio to her favorite classical station, 105.3. Suddenly, the passenger-side window shattered, and Jihad leaned over Connie’s lap, bleeding from his head. In a state of panic, she threw the car into reverse as silent, deadly, hot metals continued to fly through the doors and windows of the car. In a desperate attempt to escape, she ended up ramming the car into a light pole. For a split second, she wished that her gun was in her hand and not the trunk. Her flesh started to burn, and she felt extremely light-headed. The only reason she didn’t pass out was because Trish’s screams were loud and directly in her ear. With her last bit of strength, she managed to cut the wheel, put the car in drive, and give it gas. This enabled them to escape the direct line of fire. When she made it to the exit of the parking lot, she could not make the left turn because Jihad’s body was still slumped over her lap and his head had slid directly under the steering wheel. As she was attempting to move his body, the car was hit from behind with so much force that it flew into the intersection of City Line Avenue’s busy traffic, colliding with a SEPTA bus and another car.

  As Black sped away in the opposite direction, he was semisatisfied with the results. Things happened so fast, he had to replay the entire event in his head to get a clear picture of what happened. He remembered stepping out of the van the second he spotted them exiting the restaurant. From behind a nearby bush, he got a clear visual of the car. His main objective was to kill Jihad first. His first shot was trained at his temple, which he executed with perfect marksmanship. With both guns in hand, he rained down on the car as it attempted to escape. He was certain that his gunfire hit everyone in the car. If, for some odd reason, their gunshot wounds weren’t life threatening, then the head-on collision with the bus was likely to seal the deal.

  Knowing it was a possibility that the feds would somehow become aware they were supposed to meet up that night, he parked the van up in a garage and drove another car down to Fortieth and Market Street. He waited until the hour was up, plus an additional ten minutes before he started calling Connie’s phone. Her phone went straight to voice mail. He decided to leave a message.

  “Yo, Connie, you got me down at Fortieth Street waiting on you. I told you I had shit to do so if you ain’t here in the next ten minutes, I’m out.” He called back ten minutes later to inform her that he was leaving.

  “Connie, you full of shit. If you wasn’t coming, you could have at least called me and told me you was good. You ain’t have to cut your mafuckin’ phone off. I’m out,” he snapped. Now that he had covered his ground as best he could, he headed home. That night, Black felt such a peace deep within, that he slept like a baby. It had been a few days since he’d been able to get some decent sleep and rest. He took full advantage and decided he would sleep in the following morning.

  * * *

  When police and paramedics arrived at the scene of the accident, they were surprised to see that dozens of federal agents had beaten them there. The car had sustained severe damage and had to be cut open with the Jaws of Life before they could attend to the victims. After twenty minutes of cutting, they were finally able to pull the victims from the wreckage. The male passenger was pronounced dead on the scene, and the two females were rushed to the hospital in serious condition. When it was revealed that the victims of the car accident were part of an ongoing investigation, the federal agents rushed in and took over immediately.

  They would not permit Jihad’s body to be removed. He was c
onsidered federal property; therefore, he would be handled by their own people. They were clearly upset about him being killed on their watch. Someone would surely have to answer for it and be reprimanded. While searching the car for evidence, they stumbled upon cell phones, a duffle bag full of money, and a silver nine-millimeter handgun. After the items were recorded, labeled, and packaged, they were taken straight to the lab to be examined.

  Thin Line between Sleep and Death

  Around the same time, over at the Federal Detention Center, Shabazz was still wide awake. He spent the majority of the night sharpening the point of his knife with a piece of sandpaper and a nail file. Once he finished, the point was so sharp, when he tapped it with his index finger, it drew blood. Afterward, he packed up all his legal material, pictures, and toiletries, preparing to be placed in administrative segregation.

  Once the morning arrived, he kept close tabs on 507 cell. Neither of them got up for breakfast, and they still remained sleeping in bed. At 6:00 a.m., the phone system finally turned on. He called his sister up to see if everything was official. She answered and quickly accepted the charges.

  “Ay, sis, what’s good? You still love me or what?” which in code meant, Did you get the money?

  “Boy, for the hundredth time, yes, I love you. We all love you.” Not only did she confirm that the money had been dropped off, but when she said, for the hundredth time, that also confirmed that the amount was a hundred thousand. After finishing up his conversation, he was prepared to live up to his end of the bargain.

  Once he made his way to the cell, he quietly pulled the door open and stepped in. Walking over to the bunk, he stood directly on the side of Gus. Because he slept on his side, it made things a little complicated, prohibiting him from striking the vital areas. He quickly solved the problem by pulling him out of the bed and stabbing him repeatedly in the chest. Gus lifted his arms to his upper body, hoping to avoid the more serious injuries to his chest. Woken up by the commotion and realizing what was going on, Kalid jumped out of bed and attempted to intervene. When he tried to grab Shabazz’s hand, he was caught with a left-hand hook that sent him crashing into the wall. In that one split second, Gus managed to crawl out of the cell in view of the block officer. Seeing that the inmate was covered in blood, he pushed deuces on his walkie-talkie. This sent the signal to every officer in the building to respond to the fifth floor.

  Meanwhile, back in the cell, Shabazz intended to make Kalid pay dearly for interfering in his business and fucking up his kill. He stabbed him in the chest, head, and neck. He stopped stabbing only when he stopped moving. Hearing the officers storming the block, he flushed the knife down the toilet and tried to wash the blood from his hands. The officers threw a smoke bomb into the cell and fired several rubber bullets. After a five-minute standoff, Shabazz finally surrendered. When the officers entered the cell, they discovered a gruesome scene. There was so much blood splattered on the walls and floors that it resembled a slaughterhouse. Kalid was unresponsive to the officers that did a preliminary examination on him. Both injured inmates were placed on a stretcher and rushed down to the infirmary. This was one of the worst stabbings the federal building had seen in a while.

  Tied Ball Game

  They say when it rains it pours, and when this happened in the hood, it was usually referring to the increase of the body count. Death always had the tendency to come in threes, and this morning, Consuela had every intention to keep the superstition alive. By the time Chyna arrived at the day care center, Consuela was already in place and ready to move out. The sun had yet to fully come up. This gave her just enough cover of darkness needed to catch her target by surprise.

  After stepping out of her car, Chyna opened the back door and proceeded to unfasten the seat belt from her daughter’s child safety seat. She was suddenly startled from the shadow that appeared directly behind her. She quickly turned to confront the stalker and came face-to-face with Consuela. She appeared distressed and disoriented. She had on the same clothes that she wore at her son’s funeral. Her hair was unkempt, and her eyes had a crazed look to them. Curious to what the unexpected visit was about, Chyna questioned her motives.

  “Consuela, is everything all right? You scared the living shit out of me walking up behind me like that. Is there something you need to talk to me about? You not having no affair with my husband, are you?” Evidently, she didn’t take notice of the gun she held in her hand. A slight smile appeared on Consuela’s face before she responded to the accusations.

  “This is about your husband. I would say I’m sorry for what I’m about to do, but that would make me a liar. Say good-bye to your baby, bitch!” she spat before shoving Chyna to the side.

  Bocka! Bocka! Bocka! Bocka! All four shots hit the child in the head. The poor child never stood a chance. As soon as Chyna regained her footing, she pushed Consuela over and crouched over her daughter’s bloody, shot up body.

  “My baby!” she wailed. “Not my baby.” She grabbed at her daughter’s head slumped over and tried to get it to stand straight. Chyna was in a state of disbelief as she attempted to comfort her daughter’s lifeless body. Seeing the pain and sorrow in Chyna’s face provided Consuela with satisfaction, knowing that she had passed her grief and pain on to her enemies. She wanted them to feel the exact suffering that she felt when she lost her son. It seemed like the longer she stared at Chyna, rocking her daughter in her arms, begging the Lord not to take her away, the more relief she got.

  “That’s right, bitch. Your man took my baby, and now, I done took yours,” Consuela yelled at her as spit flew out of her mouth.

  “You killed my baby!” Chyna snapped out of her trance, released her daughter, and charged at Consuela with a crazed look on her face. Before she could even lay a finger on her target, Consuela swiftly raised her weapon and fired the remaining shots into Chyna’s chest, neck, and stomach. Her body made a loud thud when it fell onto the concrete. Consuela calmly stepped over the body and fired the remaining bullets straight into Chyna’s head. The bullets damaged her face so severely that there wasn’t a doctor in the world that could repair her image enough to get her an open casket at her funeral. Certain that there were no survivors or witnesses to the crime, Consuela jumped into her Range and headed to her next destination.

  The Aftermath

  With the exception of a few minor lacerations and a slightly pierced lung, Gus was in fair condition. He was confined to the infirmary on bed rest for observation and his own protection. On the other hand, Kalid wasn’t so lucky. After losing so much blood, he had to be airlifted from the jail and flown to a local hospital. His condition was listed as extremely critical. There weren’t too many things in life that Gus didn’t have understanding of, or wasn’t able to figure out, but the incident that almost cost him his life was one of the few. As much as he hated to acknowledge it, there was no doubt that Black had ordered the hit. Shabazz was Black’s peoples who used commissary items and Black’s name to gain his trust, claiming that Black told him to look out for him. This made him look at Black in a different way. This nigga probably was behind getting my cousin killed. I can’t believe this shit. That nigga supposed to been like a father to me. What the fuck would make him do this? he wondered.

  As he lay there in denial, his thoughts were interrupted by the jail chaplain and one of the agents who arrested him. Just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, they informed him that there was more disturbing news.

  “Son, I don’t know what kind of lifestyle you and your family live, but it’s catching up in the worst ways imaginable. Just last night, your friend Jihad Cooper was killed, and your mother and wife are fighting for their lives as we speak. To make matters worse, someone tried to kill you in this very facility. I’m starting to believe you have an omen on you.”

  “Wait! You said what? My wife and my mother? Don’t tell me no shit like that, man. No! This can’t be real, man. What the fuck is going on out there?”

  “If I may cut in, I�
��m sure you remember me from the other day.” Adam stepped forward and leaned in toward Gus. “Again, I’m the federal agent supervising over your case. I’m not going to bullshit you. I’ve been to the hospital, talked with the doctors, and they believe that your mother is going to make a full recovery. But your wife, she is in real bad shape. We have our suspicions of who is responsible for this, but, of course, no one’s going to come forward so the suspect is probably going to walk. This may be a surprise to you, but your friend Jihad Cooper was working for us. We actually got him out of jail for the sole purpose of having him work for us. You were our original target, but we shifted the investigation, and we are currently building a case against Curtis ‘Black’ Campbell. Jihad was our key witness in this whole indictment. Without his testimony, our case against Black is weak.

  “Now, since I’m so desperate to get this fucker off the streets, I’m willing to offer you full immunity for the murders and shootings you committed down in South Philly, plus your involvement in this whole drug conspiracy . . . for your cooperation.” Adam stopped talking to see if Gus had anything to say. When Gus didn’t say anything, he continued. “Look, I’ll even go a step further and take you out of jail to go see your wife for an hour or two. What do you say?” asked Adam as he prayed to God that Gus would be willing to cooperate.

  Everything was happening too fast, like it was all meant to be. The deal the fed was offering was very tempting, but being a rat wasn’t in his nature or character. Even with the snake shit that he suspected Black had done to him and his family weighing on his conscience, he couldn’t go against his principles and values. Swallowing the lump in his throat and fighting back the tears, he responded to the fed’s offer according to his ethics and the way he was brought up.