“Both guys belonged to Sammy’s crew. We feel as if either Slim’s boys or the Fuentes’ hit them.”
“What makes you think that?” she asked.
“We have something called informants,” he said sarcastically, trying to be a smart ass.
“How concrete? You sure your informant’s not some dope fiend trying to get out of a dope charge or get paid?’
Smith, a young black detective who was born and raised on the west side, saw the look on Spivey’s face and knew the man was pissed that the lieutenant would even question him.
Spivey set his notes down and looked up at his supervisor. “Well, I’ve had some of the same informants back when you were still in high school dreaming about being a cop. I trust them more than I do…ah what the fuck. Look here, let me do my job, LT. I’ll have something for you soon.” He grabbed his cell and stood. “Let’s go, Smith,” he barked.
Smith glanced at his lieutenant and shrugged his shoulders without Spivey noticing. She shook her head letting Smith know that it was okay. That she knew that he didn’t dislike her. She just hoped that he didn’t get what she considered to be a bad attitude and burned out like his veteran partners. She went to her office and shut the door. She pulled out the wallet-sized photos from her purse. She looked at the pictures of the two girls standing with their mother and father. One girl was fifteen and the other five. She had always thought they were the happy family. But years ago she looked harder at all the family photos and could tell the difference in her younger sister. In the photos of her before she was ten you could see the happiness and the photos from ten and beyond, if you looked closely you could see the dismal and sullen look in her eyes that said she had a story to tell—a story that needed to be heard.
LaDonna picked up the phone and called Tony Brown. He was a senior agent with the DEA. He promised to get her application for employment at the agency pulled and that he’d put in a good word for her and that she didn’t have anything to worry about and she couldn’t wait. She really wanted to be a federal agent and get away from Chicago, so bad she could taste it.
“Hello,” Brown said as he answered his cell.
“Can you talk?” LaDonna asked.
“For a second.” Brown closed the door to his study in his expensive north suburban home. He was a federal agent and his wife was an attorney and they were doing well, financially that is.
“I was wondering if you could come over? I mean if—”
“I can’t get away. She’s still awake and she asked me to help her with some paperwork for a case she’s working on,” he told LaDonna. She could tell by his tone that he wanted to see her, but she knew that there were times where he couldn’t get away.
“I understand. I guess it’s a hot bath and a glass of wine.”
“Damn, I really wish I could be there,” he whispered feeling himself getting hard thinking about the woman who was as strict as they came at work but as freaky as they come in bed.
She sighed, “Another time. Now get off the line before you get caught.”
“Love you,” he lied. He didn’t really love her. He loved her sex and companionship when he wanted to get away from his wife. Straight out of college he married a white woman. Since she’d gained a lot of weight, plus all the hours of being up late, as an up and coming prosecutor, including lack of rest coupled with stress, it showed on the woman. Unlike Brown, who at forty-eight looked as if he was still in his thirties.
“I love you too, bye,” she said. She packed up some paperwork and headed out of the office to go home, to have a glass of wine while she took a nice relaxing bubble bath. That’s after she used her vibrator to bring herself to an orgasm.
* * *
Lisa sat on the edge of the bed as Devin stood in front of her. Her oval face was at groin level. He could tell she was nervous, and she could tell she excited him. His erection could be seen through the jeans he was wearing. She grabbed a hold of his buckle and unfastened. She looked up at him and his face seemed to be a mile away like it was in the heavens smiling down on her. She was so wet that she knew she had to be leaving a spot on her expensive comforter. He caressed her face as she slowly pulled the Sean John jean shorts down and then the Polo boxer briefs went next. Devin moaned with delight as she massaged his thickness and to her surprised he grew even more. She struggled with herself not to put him in her mouth. She wanted to please him so badly and she could tell by the way he slowly bucked back and forth that he yearned for the warmth that he knew her mouth could provide.
Lisa stood and Devin realized that she wasn’t about to give him oral pleasure—at least not the first night of sex.
He slid her robe off her. “Take off your panties,” he commanded. He pulled his oversized white t-shirt over his head and his platinum cross got caught in it. Lisa had slipped out of her Victoria’s Secret panties when she noticed the chain bounce on a chest that she had only imagined what it looked like. She had felt them but didn’t realize that the pecs were that big. Devin’s workouts were definitely paying off. He didn’t have ripped ab muscles but his stomach was flat.
Devin liked what he saw. A Nubian goddess was standing before him—a bit shy and a bit nervous. He was willing to be the king to soothe those natural uneasy feelings that came about when a woman had sex with a man for the first time. He gently kissed her cheeks and then the corners of her mouth before slipping in his tongue. They kissed slowly as he caressed her breasts.
A thumb teased her nipple to hardness.
A strong hand gently massaged her back.
Lisa was poked several times by his thickness and she couldn’t wait to get it inside her. She stepped back and lay on the bed. Devin saw the hunger in her eyes. He smiled as he let his eyes canvass her body.
Perfect, he thought.
He didn’t waste any time. His tongue played this little piggy with her toes and after minutes of toe foreplay he decided to do like that first little piggy—he went to the market. His tongue made a trail up the inner part of her leg and she twitched when he reached her inner thighs where nerve endings were abundant. He looked at her neatly trimmed mound and then at her face. Eyes were closed and teeth were clenched. He got turned on when he noticed her tweaking her nipples. Something she mastered while being locked down. He had wasted enough time. He wrote his name on her clit with his tongue. She bucked and moaned. He decided to write it in cursive—she cried out loud. He hummed a tune as he enjoyed the way she tasted, the way she smelled and the way she came.
Lisa was panting heavily. He rose from in between her wiping the nectar from his low trimmed mustache and beard. He didn’t have a goatee. He was never able to get it to connect.
Lisa opened her eyes. Her face was a bit twisted. Orgasms did that to a person. Devin was reaching to the floor for his jean shorts to get a condom. Lisa wondered did he assume that it was automatic that he was getting some—but she didn’t care because she needed some.
Devin smiled as he slid on the jimmy. “Open wide,” he jokingly commanded.
She did spreading her legs.
He eased himself into her tight love with all the intentions of causing her make several fuck faces and the way her pussy felt when he got all the way in—he knew he was going to end up making some of his own.
This Is My Family Now
LaTanza pulled up in the driveway of her Romeoville home. She had given Fernando the rest of the day off. She and Carlita had used this nice summer day to do some shopping. She was showing her daughter the right way to do things—how to spend money. It didn’t matter how much, just spend, spend, spend because it didn’t make sense to die with the money in the bank. Later on in life she would show her young daughter how to get money. She’d watched Carlos make millions hand over fist and she loved him for that. He was her everything in a world where people were deceitful. Where people will smile in your face and stab you in the back. No one had ever loved her besides him, not even her sister or her mother—at least not in her mind. She was getting a fe
w of the bags out of the trunk of her Mercedes when, Consuela, her maid, came out to help her with the bags.
“Oh, thanks, Consuela,” she said to the older heavyset woman from Columbia, who was a big help to her.
“Si, Mrs. Fuentes. How was your day?” She looked down at Carlita who was as dark as her mother but with her father's features. “And you Miss Carlita? Did you get everything you wanted?”
“Oh, me and mommy did like they said in that video, we shopped until we dropped. Well…we didn’t drop but we did shop,” she said gleefully sounding older than the age of six. LaTanza closed the trunk. The three of them with bags in every hand walked up the cobblestone walkway. “Is my husband home?”
“Si. He and Senor Fuentes are in his office.”
“Good. I’m not supposed to be home until late. But I bought him a diamond encrusted Jacobs and want to surprise him.”
“That’s wonderful,” the maid said with her heavy accent flowing. She looked up at the sky as the dark clouds that were rolling towards their neighborhood had finally made their way over their home and heavy drops began to fall as the women made it to the front door.
Consuela kept Carlita in the kitchen and made her a grilled cheese while LaTanza made her way to the bedroom. LaTanza set her bags of expensive items on the floor in front of the king sized bed. She took out the Jacobs and set it on the pillow. She then spread a garter and panty set she’d purchased from Victoria’s Secret on the bed. She decided to go speak to her father-in-law and also see how long it was going to be before Carlos was free. LaTanza also wanted to be fucked. Shopping made her that way. It turned her on and she needed Carlos to add some more kindling to the flame that was burning inside her and then extinguish it with his love. She kicked off the Baby Phat heels then headed downstairs. It was getting darker and the winds had picked up as it rained even harder. She hoped that Mr. Fuentes wasn’t staying long because she wanted to sex her husband while it was storming. When she arrived at the door to Carlos’ office something told her to stop. She did and listened. She was glad that her intuition told her to hold up and listen because she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
Mr. Fuentes yelled at his son, “I love my granddaughter but she’s half Negro and a girl. You met LaTanza when you were only twenty-one and fell in love with the pussy!”
LaTanza’s brow furrowed and anger overwhelmed her as she listed. What the fuck, half Negro! Fell in love with the pussy!
“Papa, you know I don’t like it when you talk like this. That’s my wife and daughter you're talking about!” Carlos shouted.
You’d better take up for me!
“Fuck, Carlos. I love them, too, but you need to have a boy by a Spanish woman. What’s up with Angelica, why haven’t you gotten her pregnant yet? You need a full-blooded Hispanic boy to carry my name. To take over like you are going to do. If you don’t have a son that means Carlita has to inherit all this.” He waved his arm across the lavishly furnished office. “That was the purpose of me getting you and Angelica together. Now you have to stay married to LaTanza. I do love her, but you have to have a boy. A full blooded Hispanic.”
Who the fuck is this Angelica bitch! LaTanza’s hands began to shake. Her anger was getting the best of her and that meant that she needed her medication. The same medication she’d thrown out on the road after filling the prescription.
She stayed a bit longer and heard Carlos tell his father that Angelica was to see the doctor in a couple of days—that she'd been late on her period. The old man's tone changed and joy filled his words as he told Carlos that that was good and it was about time he got her pregnant. LaTanza’s teeth clenched as she pictured the gray haired head of the family smiling. She thought about grabbing her pistol and shooting them both in the face. The thought of her daughter being harmed made her very angry. It didn’t matter whether it was physically or mentally. Her being raped for years like she had or being robbed of an inheritance that was rightfully hers was all the same. LaTanza had made a promise to herself that no harm would come to her child and that she would kill anyone without hesitation that tried to do such a thing. When she heard Senor Fuentes tell his son that he had plans to give all to a child that wasn’t by his son’s wife, with all that they had worked for—she snapped. When she had killed that drug dealer from St. Louis while his teenage daughter was in the car watching, it was done for Carlos to show Senor Fuentes that she belonged and she felt that she was considered one of them. Carlos’ down ass wife—and now here she was listening to her father-in-law and her husband talk about his secret affair and their plans to give an illegitimate child the keys to the kingdom. She knew then that Carlos had to pay in a way where he suffered—and Senor Freddy Fuentes, well, he had to die.
* * *
Things had been going well ever since the three major crews had come to an understanding that they were to sell only in their respected areas and no moving in on other crews’ corners, clubs and houses. Basically, hustle in your neighborhood and that’s it. So, besides the regular beat downs and side hustling here and there, all was good in the hustling neighborhoods.
Anthony counted his sit-ups out loud. Tesha was lying in the queen-size bed reading an Ebony magazine. It was ten in the morning and they were just getting their day started. They had been out all night so they stayed in the bed a couple of hours longer than usual. Lately, Anthony had been staying at Tesha’s house often. Lucky eventually found out about their relationship and told Tesha that she had to quit working at the club. Not that he was angry; Lucky just thought that it would be best if his son’s woman wasn’t working for him. It didn’t matter. Anthony was pulling in a lot of money and he had no problem sharing it with his woman.
Anthony got up from the floor breathing a little heavily. “What you have up for the day?”
“Me and Chantel are going to the mall to do a little shopping. Why, you wanna tag along?” she asked as she turned the pages of her magazine.
He threw his sweaty towel on her face. “You know I ain’t trying to tag along with y’all to no mall to be a bag carrier. Is Noonie going?”
“No, and don’t be throwing your sweaty ass towel on me!”
“Can you pick me up some of that new Sean John cologne?”
Tesha smiled. “Okay.”
“Yeah, you like it when I wear that good smelling shit.”
She frowned as she got up heading to the bathroom to take a shower. “Ain’t nothing worse than when a brotha is all up in your face with cheap ass smelling cologne slathered all over his body talking about ‘what’s up baby you looking fine’ that just makes me want to throw my drink on his ass. Better he smell like Hennessy.”
Anthony shook his head and laughed as she closed the shower door. He could hear the water begin to run. He was about to slide out of his shorts and underwear and try to get a quickie in the shower, but the house phone rang interrupting him. It was Chantel calling to see if Tesha was still going shopping. Ant told her that she was in the shower getting ready. Chantel said for him to let her know that she’d be at their house in an hour. He asked if Noonie was going. She told him that he and DC were hooking up. He told her cool and got off the phone to go get some loving. As soon as he headed toward the bathroom his cell phone rang.
“What the fuck?” he yelled.
He saw that the number was private and normally wouldn’t have answered, but this was the time Baby G usually called, Sunday mornings. Once the automated system went through its formalities of telling him that it was a call from Jackson State Prison, he pressed the appropriate number then he answered, “What’s up G, how you living up in there?”
“Same shit different day. Got my date.”
Excited, Ant asked, “When nigga. Spit it out.”
“Well, it ain’t exact cause they got to take in account schooling and shit I took and all them other classes, but I should be out in January chillin’ wit yo’ ass.”
“You’re welcome, you know you fam.”
“True that
and I wanna say good lookin’ out on the two c-notes you sent last week.”
“I put a couple more in the mail yesterday.” Anthony didn’t hear the water running anymore. Tesha was getting out of the shower. He was just going to have to wait until tonight to get some of her good loving.
“That’s love my nigga, but the reason I called was I got some bad news and with you being in the Chi and all I know you probably ain’t heard.”
“What’s up?”
“Tavarious is dead. It happened yesterday.”
Anthony was quiet for a moment as he thought about his friend who had never been right since his brother’s death. Tavarious’ mother had blamed him for it and he took it hard.
“You still there?” G checked.
“Yeah, man. T, damn. How’d it happen?”
“I heard that Winchester has moved back in town and I guess he figured that he couldn’t be touched. You know that nigga is paid like you wouldn’t believe. Nigga went down south and cleaned up on them country niggas. He moved back to the ‘D’ cause his mom is sick. Word is T and his cousin caught that nigga at the club. They tried to pop his ass when he went to the bathroom. The word is the shit was like the wild, wild, west. T dropped a bodyguard but got popped in the chest, leg and head. His cousin is in critical. That fat cat Winchester got nine lives.”
“Fat bitch, what’s he about thirty-eight now?” Anthony spat.
Tesha heard Anthony as she was walking out of the bathroom. She was finishing the drying of her dark skin when she joked, “I thought you were going to come in and help me wash?”
Ant managed a smile then told her it was G on the line.
“Hi, Gerald,” she yelled so Baby G could hear her.
He told Ant, “Man, tell Tesha I said was’sup, but also when I get out she can’t be on no Gerald shit. It’s Baby G.”
“I hear you. But really that nigga Winchester thinks he’s untouchable.” That was all Anthony and G said about Winchester. They were on a prison line and it was possible that every word was recorded.
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