He came closer to me, taking pulls from his cigarette with his eyes looking methodical. “This is ya place, Sammy.”
“My place? Are you serious?”
I didn’t want him to mess with my fuckin’ head and I didn’t want to owe him anything. I wasn’t about to become some in-house pussy like Mouse, where he could come and go as pleased right after fucking me.
“You like it, right?”
I did. It was a castle compare to my current residence. I was never anyone to hold my tongue, so I frankly asked, “And what I gotta do to keep staying in this apartment? If you think I’m about to become some in-house pussy, then you fuckin’ must be mistaken, Rico. I ain’t the one.”
He looked at his thug by the door and said, “Fence, give us a minute, step outside, a’ight?”
Fence nodded and did what he was told. The door closed behind him. Rico said to me, “Fuckin’ listen, Sammy, you always so fuckin’ harsh wit’ the tongue. I don’t need to keep hearing this attitude from you. I’m gonna be about business wit’ you.”
“Just business?” I asked with a slight smile. Damn. I thought about how good the dick was and lost myself for a moment when I came at him with that insinuating remark.
“You are crazy, Sammy.”
“I am, and don’t you forget that,” I replied lightly.
“I hope that’s not a threat.”
It wasn’t.
He remained stoic.
Rico stood near me. He continued with, “I’m moving my operation from Edenwald to over here. And what I mean by moving is my stash house and where my keys are going to be shipped to from now on until further changes. I’m permanently shutting down the two apartments there. Shit is too hot in Edenwald and ya one of the reasons why, Sammy.”
“I’m the reason! Are you serious?” I exclaimed.
“Sometimes you can be a live wire.”
“And that’s the pot trying to call the kettle black,” I spat back.
“Your beef wit’ Angie and the YGB, it’s bad for business. You bring attention wit’ that bullshit. And if I didn’t stop you today, you would either be locked up or dead,” he stated.
“Rico, are you seriously tryin’ to preach to me?”
“I’ve been in this game for a long time.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I have fifteen keys arriving next week, and I need a new place to put them. I have an arrangement with the building’s supervisor here. He’s lookin’ out for me, for a small fee of course. But this is the floor with less tenants on it, so not too many people gonna be in our business. And I want you to run things for me.”
“What?”
“What you got in ya life right now, Sammy? You always broke, you stay in drama and beef wit’ these bitches and niggas in the street, and ya mama is sick. You need the money. Ya music career, it ain’t takin’ off like that. But wit’ my help, you and me, we can build an empire from the streets to the studio. We can make it happen, Sammy. Think about it, you can do whatever the fuck you want wit’ money not being an issue. You wouldn’t need Search, fuck that puta, and you wouldn’t need to be stressing ’bout anything.”
Oh, it sounded so tempting. I was thinking about it.
“This is all you. You get ya strong clique to play ball wit’ you and you can see a whole lot of money comin’ in. It ain’t like you never hustle before,” said Rico with some persuasion. “It’ll be like old times, Sammy, but even better and stronger. And the best thing about, it’ll be only you and me.”
I truly needed the money and I needed a change.
“And what about Mouse?” I asked.
“What about her?”
“So, you just gonna play us both. She’s pregnant wit’ ya baby, and she’s in love wit’ you. Are you in love wit’ her?”
“Listen, this is business, Sammy. Mouse is cool, and I got love for her, but honestly, I’m not in love wit’ her. I just felt sorry for her and wanted to help her out. I’m in love wit’ you. Mouse ain’t smart like you and me. We’re different. We can make millions if we do this right. I can invest into your music and you can invest into a better lifestyle for yourself. Hacerse rico ahora o morir en el intento.”
Get rich now, or die trying.
Usually, I would defend my friend, or ex-friend, but I didn’t say a word. I asked, “So did you kill her father?”
I found out about her father’s death through the grapevine. It didn’t disturb me; he was an asshole and even Stevie Wonder saw that murder coming.
“You don’t need to know that shit, what’s done is done,” he replied coolly.
He had Hector killed. But it wasn’t my business.
I looked at Rico and went looking around the apartment once more. I really wanted it. It would definitely be a step up from my harsh living conditions. I went into the kitchen and admired the stainless fridge. Rico was behind me. He was quiet, waiting for my decision. I needed to get away and this was my escape. Shit, he did Mouse like this, so why couldn’t he do me the same way?
Rico came closer. He slid his arms around my waist and embraced me strongly, his breath against my neck. “You can’t say no, Sammy. I need you like you need me,” he whispered in my ear.
I took a deep breath. I closed my eyes and thought about the good, the bad, and the ugly, and the consequences. In this game, there were always the ugly and the consequences.
“I’ll do it,” I said faintly.
“That’s my girl,” he replied and started to plant kisses on my neck. “We gonna make so much money together.”
His embrace became stronger around me. I could feel his touch reaching underneath my clothing, gently caressing my skin. He cupped my breasts and pushed me against the sink. He then moved his hand between my thighs and rubbed my pussy through my jeans. I felt him becoming hard against me. He fondled me.
“Tell me somethin’, Sammy.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“I love you, and I need to know, who disrespected you in New Jersey?”
He continued to rub my pussy. I wondered why he asked me that, but Rico always had respect for me and whoever disrespected me he was damn sure going to disrespect on a whole new level.
“Just give me his name.”
I didn’t.
He curved me over the sink and started to undress me slowly, pulling my zipper down and squeezing my breasts like they were pieces of juicy fruit. His tongue tasted my skin and his breath was cool to my soul. He was pressed tightly behind me, engulfing me with his heated passion for me.
“I want you, Sammy. You drive me so fuckin’ crazy,” he said to me, rubbing on my booty and touching my thighs.
He pulled down my jeans and I stepped out of them; next I came out of my panties and he curved me back into the doggie-style position. My legs spread like a downward V and my sweet pussy became exposed to him like the sun beaming in the sky. It was ready to give him warmth and pleasure. I wanted to feel every inch of him inside of me. I no longer felt guilty about my down-low affair with Rico behind Mouse’s back. Fuck it, she had him her way and I had him my way. She was living good and now it was my turn to live good.
He undid his jeans and pulled out his dick. As he grabbed my hips, leaning over me, and getting ready to penetrate me, he said, “Give me his name, Sammy. I can’t go on knowing what that muthafucka did to you and he ain’t been got yet, still breathing like everything all good.”
I felt him slide into me, pushing through my sensuous walls that gripped, and then tangled every hard piece of him like a sexual web. He thrust, I moaned. He thrust harder and I closed my eyes and clenched the sink firmly. He was fucking me like a warrior.
“Oh, baby, the dick feels so good,” I cried out.
“Give me his name, Sammy. Give me his damn name,” Rico cried out as he fucked me.
His hard flesh pounding in me was gonna make me surrender to his questioning. He palmed my ass, cupped and squeezed my tits, and Supermaned my pussy like he
had an S across his chest.
“What’s his fuckin’ name, Sammy?” he growled.
He pulled my hair and seized my thick hips. I panted. I felt him cemented in my stomach. I shuddered from the dick ramming into me and when I was about to come from the dick and sensation, I helplessly cried out, “It was Macky!”
Rico stopped suddenly and growled, “What? That producer muthafucka put his hands on you and disrespected you! Is he fuckin’ crazy?”
“Baby, please don’t stop.”
Rico’s attention completely diverted from me and was hooked on Macky. Why did I tell him? I wanted him to finish his business with me and make me come.
“And that’s Search’s people, right. Stay away from that puta muthafucka, Sammy. Fo’ real,” he warned me.
“I will, Rico. Just fuck me, baby,” I cried out.
I turned and saw the look on Rico’s face and I hated that his attention wasn’t completely on me; it was on the streets.
“Baby, why you stoppin’?”
I wanted him inside of me. I didn’t want him to think about anything else but to be inside of me and fucking the shit out of me.
“He’s a dead man, Sammy. You on my team now, and anybody that fucks wit’ you, will pay wit’ their life,” he said assertively.
He slid his machine back into my pink folds and continued with his sexual onslaught. He balls slammed against my ass as he fucked me vigorously. It was becoming more intense. I was sure Fence could hear my loud cries and moans from the hallway.
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Shit, shit, you gonna make me cum, baby. Ugh! Ugh!” I panted.
Rico seemed to be in a trance. His body was with me, fucking me and pleasuring me, but his mind was somewhere else. I didn’t care, I just wanted to cum. He pounded and pounded and I squirted like a fountain. My head dropped into the sink. My legs felt wobbly.
“Cum for me, Rico. Ugh! Yes! Ugh, yes,” I chanted.
I could feel him stiffening inside me. I could feel him ready to explode. And then I felt his release inside of me. He quivered against me like he was having a seizure. He grunted and pushed his fingers into my side as his ejection saturated my pussy. It felt so good. He pulled out my womanly wound with his dick dripping. I looked at Rico and he had a frown on his face.
I thought pussy was supposed to make niggas happy. Rico looked like he had just sucked on a really sour lemon.
He pulled up his jeans and got himself decent and said to me, “I told you Search is no fuckin’ good; you stay away from him, Sammy. I got you in this music business now. And his friend, he’s dead man. That mama huevo!”
Chapter Fourteen
Sammy
July: Summer Madness
It was amazing how your life could change in almost a month. I went from the bottom to the top in no time. I had no more concerns about unpaid bills and not being able to afford things. I was living like a queen and very proud of it. I still was in love with music, but hustling with Rico was paving the way.
I rode in the passenger seat in silence with Rico. It was a dark night and hot like hell. It seemed like it always turned out to be hotter in mid July and moving an inch made you sweat like you were dipped into a pool. I kept cool by letting the wind hit me with force as Rico hit sixty-five mph on the thruway heading north toward New Rochelle.
Since I agreed to be on Rico’s team and get this money, my life and respect had upgraded. I wasn’t that same young teenager moving crack vials in the stairway. I was older and mature. Rico had me around some serious weight. Fifteen keys and more a week to move was nothing to sneeze at for him. It was some major potent product and major paper that had me living lavishly. Rico was wholesaling most of the keys out of state: New Jersey, Connecticut, Pennsylvania, and DC. Rico had some serious clientele out there who were paying up to $18,000 or more a key. He was becoming the talk of the town. And Rico was on his way to becoming a serious kingpin in this city.
I was right behind him; he trusted me, somewhat anyway. He gave me the first few keys on consignment and I flipped them birds like they had wings and made them fly. Setting up shop was easy; I had the reputation and street credibility not to be fucked with. Drug dealing was putting EBV in a totally different ballgame and bitches were getting paid. Our status in the Bronx was elevated to something supreme.
Rico understood I was quick-witted, smart, motivated, and had more heart than majority of these niggas in the game. I wasn’t scared to shoot my gun, and I wasn’t scared to get at anyone who made any problems for us. Rico and I were still fucking our brains out regularly. It was coming to a point that he was spending more of his time with me than Mouse. And Mouse and I were in two different worlds. She was trying to become his housewife and I was becoming his ride or die bitch on the street who was getting this money.
I turned the apartment in Co-op City into a cash cow with money-counting machines, guns, and drug paraphernalia, moving about five bricks a week into the streets, from the Bronx to Long Island. Chyna and La-La were on my team, and they became my mules and workers. With Rico, I had the muscle and I had the product.
I was still focused on my music; the main reason why I got down with Rico was to invest into myself. I didn’t want to keep depending on anybody to pay for studio time, touring, and promotional items. I wanted the best of both worlds, and I was getting it.
I had heard that Search was back in town through the grapevine and he had been asking around about me. The muthafucka had been gone for almost two months, and not a phone call or any kind of contact from him. He had completely dissed me. So why was he asking around about me? My life had changed dramatically. How could Search mentor me when he could so easily leave me behind? So I left him behind. I thought I would never say this about Search, because he was always there for me, but I was starting to have so many doubts about him.
I ran into Search, or should I say Search ran into me on the block a week ago. I was chilling with my clique on the set, smoking Newports and sipping Cîroc. I had rented a Dodge Intrepid for the week via a friend’s credit card and information. I needed something to style in and get around with while handling my business. Search had pulled up in his green Durango. He was alone. He stepped out looking fresh in a gray suit, wingtip shoes, and a long tie, looking like he was trying to be P. Diddy and whatnot. I had sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes at him. I wasn’t in the mood to see him at all.
He had approached like everything was okay with us. “Hey, Sammy, can we talk?” he had asked.
Me and my bitches looked at this nigga angrily. They already knew the deal with him and me. How he had left me when he was supposed to be managing me.
“What you want, Search?” I had said pointedly.
“Can we talk alone, Sammy?”
“Fuck that! You dissed me, Search. You went off to ATL and didn’t bring me wit’ you, fuck you. You didn’t even tell me about it. I had to find out through ya fuckin’ neighbor,” I had barked.
“Can I explain?”
“Fuck outta here, nigga! I trusted you and Macky.” His name had slipped out of my mouth.
“Macky? What he got to do with you and me?”
“He ain’t got shit to do wit’ it. I trusted you, Search! Why you do me like that? You gone almost two months now and you don’t holla at a bitch!” I had retorted.
“Sammy, I can explain. Let’s just talk about it,” he had said coolly.
But I was already heated. I didn’t want to hear anything that he had to say to me. The incident with Macky and Search leaving for several weeks had been rooted into me and caused me to become bitter with him. I wanted to fuck him up, or get him fucked up, but Search had history with me and a few other people from the hood, so I let him be.
He looked at me sadly. He was reluctant to tell me his side of the story, but there was no side of the story.
“Sammy, ya better than this, believe me, it’s going to happen. I left for a reason. A reason I care not to tell everyone right now. But I’m still on your team if you just let
me explain,” he had pleaded, coming closer to me.
He was becoming a nuisance and I wasn’t the only one who thought so. La-La came in between him and me and jumped into his face. “Search, you heard what the fuck she said; step the fuck off, nigga! She ain’t tryin’ to hear or see you right now,” she had shouted with her finger pointed in his face. “Don’t get fucked up, nigga! We don’t care how long we been cool wit’ you.” La-La was a beast and he definitely didn’t want to test her.
But Search wasn’t intimidated by La-La, who only stood five feet six inches, and weighed no more than 124 pounds. He towered over my homegirl like a sky scraper and smirked at her threats.
“Sammy!” he had continued.
“Oh, you think I’m a joke, Search?” La-La had exclaimed.
He had looked past her and stared at me. It was the ultimate disrespect. Search was pushing his luck, but he was determined to have a word with me. I was being adamant with him. He wasn’t my business anymore. I had moved on from dealing with him. You disrespect me and diss me once, there ain’t any second chances with you. He should have been real and upfront. I felt he went behind my back on some sneaky-ass shit and now he was exposed. I still didn’t know what exactly he did, but I felt Rico was right: there was more to Search than met the eyes. And I wasn’t getting rich with Search, but I was getting rich dealing with Rico.
Search had pushed La-La to the side and stepped around her to get to me. Why he had done that, I don’t know, but you don’t push anyone of my girls away, disrespect them, and expect there wasn’t going to be any repercussions. Before Search could take another step closer to me, the baseball bat went across his back like “Wham!” He had stumbled and turned around. La-La was clutching the bat tightly, frowning and cursing. She had hit him again; this time she caught the nigga in his chest, and he folded over like a chair and fell against the pavement.
Before I knew it, he was getting jumped by four of my homegirls and one nigga. He was squirming in the fetal position and trying to protect all his vitals. He cried out. I watched for a minute. I saw blood; they tore his suit and rushed into his pocket. They had his wallet, car keys, and cell phone. His dignity was crushed.
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