by Shan
"I want justice for DeAngelo-whether it’s street justice or justice served by the pigs. Niggas not finna just kill my brother and get away with it!" Erica yelled and grabbed a hold of her stomach. Tears dripped down her already puffy face and the sadness once again took over. I was more than worried about her and my baby and all the problems this stress was causing them.
"Look, I understand that Erica but shit just don't work like that. You gotta sit back and chill. Leave this street shit to me ma’ before you end up hurt or worse; I'm not trying to bury you or my seed," I sighed and pulled Erica into my arms. "Let me handle this okay. I'ma find out who killed DeAngelo and when I do, I'll handle it. I need you to sit down somewhere and take care of my daughter. I need both of y’all healthy. Otherwise I won’t be able to focus on getting this money for us.”
“I’m trying to stop worrying about it, but the way they did him was so wrong Jamir. He didn’t deserve to die and definitely didn’t deserve to die the way he did. Shot six times…six times Jamir?”
Thinking about the homey DeAngelo and the facts that came to me about his death made me shake my head. He’d been killed in an alleyway, dumped in a trashcan, and riddled with a half dozen bullets. Detectives believed his murder was personal due to the fact that the person or persons that did it seemed to do that shit with a passion.
Not only did they want DeAngelo dead, they wanted to send a message.
“Yeah, I hate the homey went out like that, but you gotta stop worrying about it E; it’s not healthy,” I said with finality.
I planted a kiss on her forehead and groped her around the waist. She buried her head in my chest and shot her almond-shaped eyes up at me. Due to the pregnancy, her honeydew skin was glowing, making her face flawless, and even more beautiful than I remembered. I brought my lips down to her neck, sucked around lightly before bringing my lips to hers, and then slipped my tongue into her mouth.
She relaxed a little as I rubbed my hands over her plump breasts and slid my fingers over her nipples. “Let me take care of you and Emani like I promised, okay?”
Erica nodded her head and allowed me to guide her to the bed. She laid back while I removed her Bermuda shorts followed by the tiny pink thong she was wearing. I pushed her legs open and examined her second set of lips before flicking my tongue up, down, and all around her clit. I sucked it into my mouth then slowly slid my finger inside of her juicy opening.
She tightened her muscles around my finger immediately lubricating it with her thick and creamy honey.
“Mmm, Jamir!” she moaned.
I stood to my feet, pulled my boxers down, and placed my hand around my erect dick. Erica opened her eyes and looked in my direction. She pulled her shirt over her head and began to fondle her nipples. Never taking her eyes away from me, she brought her left nipple to her mouth and sucked it.
Sliding all nine inches of my thick shaft inside of her, I slowly stroked until every inch of my dick was covered with her creamy juices. Erica wrapped her short legs around my waist, pulling me in closer and deeper. Then she put her head back onto the mattress and rotated her hips in a circular motion as I glided into her.
“Jamir! Ohhh baby! Baby!” She screamed out and continued to work her hips.
I looked down at her then at the mirror on my dresser. I loved to look at myself and Erica through the mirror. It made me want to go harder and put it down even better when I saw myself going in and out of her. I was about to go in until I detected a face staring back at me that wasn’t mine.
In the doorway stood Passion with a hurt look on her face and her arms folded across her chest. Waving her off, I leaned over Erica hoping to block her view. All the while, doing my best to keep my hard-on; knowing if I lost my erection, she would know something was wrong. Slowly, I stroked, still peeking through the mirror to see if Passion was gone.
But she was still standing there like she expected me to fucking stop. Again, I waved her off and could feel my dick rapidly becoming limp. “Jamir, don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
BLAM!
The door slammed hard causing the walls to shake and Erica to jump up. To keep her from getting all the way up, I pushed her back down and climbed all the way on top of her. Annoyed, she looked at me and raised her hand to push me away, but I refused to move. If she found out Passion was here, she would flip the fuck out.
It was bad enough she was stressing over DeAngelo. Adding this to the mix would make her want to commit suicide. Since neither one of us was into the sex any longer, I hurried and came and then pulled my boxers back on. Before heading to the door to take care of Passion, I grabbed my blunt from the nightstand that was filled with purple and lit up.
A nigga had to be off his rocker in order to deal with Passion’s overly dramatic ass sometimes.
“Let me go see what the hell is wrong with Justice. Take a shower and I’ll be right back,” I said taking a puff from the purple.
“Yeah, tell him to knock the next time. Damn.” Erica said as she knelt down to retrieve her clothing.
I headed out the bedroom and down the stairs where Passion had the nerve to be pacing my floor back and forth like she’d been violated. I honestly regretted letting this bitch know where I lived because she didn’t seem to understand her place as the side bitch. Showing up to my crib unannounced and whenever the fuck she wanted to was going against the fuckin’ grain.
Best believe, I wasn’t about to let her fuck up my relationship with E because she didn’t wanna play right.
“Come here! Come here!” I said through gritted teeth as I grabbed Passion by her arm and jerked her out of the house.
“Let me go Jamir! Don’t be grabbing on me like that!” Passion screamed and pulled herself from my hold.
“Bitch, what the fuck I tell you? Why the fuck you showing up here without calling me first?”
“I called your ass I don’t know how many times Jamir and you refused to answer the phone! I thought you hadn’t fucked that bitch in months! You lying bastard!”
Passion ran at me and tried to punch me but I grabbed her arm and slammed her into the brick wall of my townhouse. I pinned both of her arms above her head and stared into her golden eyes. I shook my head with disappointment, hating that it had to be like this between us. Passion was a good lil’ ol’ female but she just wasn’t for me.
She was cool to have around-a cool chick to have on my team, but she just wasn’t the wifey type, which wasn’t her fault. Sadly, she hadn’t been raised correctly like E had. Passion believed in the “get it by any means necessary” motto; she was down for whatever and showed no shame. For that, she could always be my partner but I couldn’t trust her enough to give her my last name.
“Look…”
“Damn! Bruh got female problems.”
I heard a familiar voice followed by laughter. As I looked over my shoulder, I could see Tamar and Black coming up the walkway. Due to my current situation, I’d forgotten they were coming over. After releasing Passion’s arms, I pushed her off the porch so she could leave. She looked back at me and spit at my feet causing me to jump in the air to avoid that shit.
I bolted in her direction but was stopped when Black jumped between the two of us.
“Get the fuck out of here Passion before I beat your ass!” I bellowed then turned around to walk back inside the house.
“Bitch ass nigga! Don’t call me no more! Next time you need your lil’ ass dick sucked, make sure you call your dumb-ass baby mama!” Passion yelled before walking to her car.
I threw my middle finger up and waited until Black and Tamar were on the inside before I slammed the door shut and locked it. Once I turned around, Erica was standing at the bottom of the stairwell with her hands draped across her stomach. I was busted and it was written all over her face.
“Look, I got business to handle. We’ll talk about
this…“
“Don’t worry about it boo, I see what you been up to.” Erica said then walked to the door and exited. Just like that, both women were gone.
“Damn bruh, you really got women problems.” Tamar said and took a seat on my new leather sectional. “Can I fire up the weed or what?”
“Yeah! Go ahead,” I sighed and shook my head. As bad as I wanted to go after Erica, I just couldn’t. Shit money was on the table and I needed to get it. “Justice!”
I sat down on the couch and rubbed my fingers against my temple to try and catch the headache that was sure to come. I don’t know how I let myself get into this situation but I couldn’t worry about it right now.
“Justice! Lil’ dude what’s up?” Tamar stood up and greeted my little brother as he made his way into the living room.
“Just chillin’ on it, my man. Ready to put this work in so I can get my paper up,” Justice said boldly sticking his chest out. I sneered at the thought of my brother wanting to be in this game so badly. One thing I always said growing up was I wanted him to have better and to do better than me.
Even so, at the end-of-the-day, he was damn near grown and there was nothing I could do to stop him from embracing this lifestyle. He was just like every young boy from the hood. Justice wanted to drive the latest cars with the biggest rims, rock the most expensive threads, jewelry, and hoes that came with it; he longed for that all around status.
In all honesty, I couldn’t blame him for that at all. Hell, I wanted it too. I was tired of living life not knowing where my next meal was coming from or how I was gonna make bills. I had the bare minimum right now and this shit felt too damn good. I wanted more and was willing to work my ass off to get it; I could see my brother was down for it too.
“Already, I see you’re eager to get to it but in due time lil’ man-in due time. I appreciate you for that lil’ favor you handled for me. Black told me you did your thang and I definitely can’t let that go unnoticed.” Tamar fired up the blunt he was holding onto, stood up, and pulled out an envelope. He handed the package to Justice, whose eyes lit up like a Christmas tree on a winter night as he peeked on the inside.
“What favor is that?” I asked curiously looking from Tamar to Justice.
Neither of them said anything, which warranted me to turn my attention to Black who sat looking as if he was part of some black ops operation. Every time I looked at that damn dude, he always creeped me the fuck out. Whenever I saw Tamar, I always saw Black but the nigga never really spoke unless he was spoken to. “Ain’t nobody gonna say nothing?” I questioned.
I looked at my little brother wearily and somewhat shocked that he’d been withholding information from me. I thought he and I told each other everything. However, I was starting to see that, at some point, that had changed and I was obviously unaware of it.
“Justice just handled a little business for me that’s all. But shit, let’s get down to the reason I’m here.” Tamar puffed the blunt once more then handed it over to Black before he directed his full attention toward me. “So I got a nice lil’ shipment that’s due to arrive here in the next couple of days and I wanted to see how much you think you can handle. I know we originally discussed giving you like five bricks but I think I need you to take at least twenty. If you can’t move that many, then I’m fucking with the wrong person.”
My chest began to sink upon hearing Tamar offer to give me twenty bricks to move. I wanted to refuse because I felt like I wasn’t ready for that type of responsibility. I ain’t never had no whole brick in my possession before. I thought. Didn’t he know I was just a nickel and dime hustler and needed time to work my way up to that type of work?
“Hell yeah! We can handle that shit. Give us a couple of weeks to work out the kinks and get into a routine. Hell, we can move more than that if need be,” Justice answered for me. Feeling more than just apprehension creep in, I took the blunt offered to me from Black and took in a deep toke.
“Jamir?” Tamar questioned with every right. How could I say no after Justice just pretty much put us out there? We would both be going in blindly. I hoped like hell he was right about us being able to handle this because I didn’t want to end up dead over this shit. All I wanted to do was get more money than I had been; but hell I wanted a chance to enjoy it first.
“Yeah bro, I ain’t got a problem with that. I mean all we have to do is what you’ve been showing us over the past few months, just on a larger scale right?”
“Yeah, that’s it. Just keep with what I’ve shown y’all and you shouldn’t have any problems. But…just remember we taking over territory so there will be some niggas who ain’t feeling our presence. Y’all ready for that?”
“I’m ready for whatever.” Justice boasted and suddenly removed a .357 from his waistband.
My face immediately scrunched up in confusion wondering who the hell was standing next to me and what he’d done with my brother. I couldn’t wait until company left so I could figure out just when he’d become so damn street.
15 TARON
Sweat dripped from my forehead, my pulse rate was through the roof, and my hands were trembling like a leaf on a cold wintry night. I’d smoked about ten Newport’s and downed at least six shots of Patrón in a matter of an hour or so. My nerves were shot to damn death and I couldn’t seem to keep my focus off the security camera.
Thinking someone would be here to collect or either kill me for missing my deadline. I just couldn’t gather up enough money in time and didn’t have the balls to ask my brother to loan it to me. A quarter million of a dollars was a lot of money to try and come up with within a week but it didn’t mean I didn’t try.
I managed to come up with a hundred and seventy-five thousand. That consisted of every dollar I had saved up, everything I made from the club, as well as asking my boy Kevin to loan me a few thousand.
Those fools had been sweating me like crazy for their cheddar and I knew the longer I procrastinated in getting them their money, the more the threats would turn up. The other day, I came home from the club and there was a black SUV parked outside my home; I knew they were there to collect.
I decided to keep it moving and stay at Toya’s for the night then get a hotel room for the remainder of the time.
Looking at the cameras once more, I glanced down at the money that I had bundled in five thousand dollar piles. I thought about just taking Journey and getting the fuck out of dodge; but as quickly as that thought entered my mind, it left. Leaving meant I would lose my daughter and I wasn’t prepared to do that after she’d just come into my life.
While contemplating my next move, I sighed. I had to get that money like yesterday and my options were very limited. It was either ask Tamar or just hit up his stash and replace it before he knew it was missing. I’m the only one that knew about the stash of money Tamar had put away for emergency purposes.
It was really only to be used if he was locked up and needed me to access it to bail him out or take care of some business down this way when he couldn't. Anything he made from his percentage of the club went to his stash. Therefore, I knew there was enough to take care of my little situation.
I hated to do it. However, it was either me or the possibly that people I loved dying behind my mistake and I didn't want that. Besides, it would be replaced before he even knew it was gone.
I poured myself another shot of Patrón and watched the monitor like I'd been doing all night. For some reason, I felt them niggas was gonna come running up in here and shoot up the club while looking for me.
"Damn! This shit is fucking with my head bad," I grunted and downed my shot. I leaned back in my seat, pulled out my cell phone, and dialed a number.
***
A couple hours had gone by and I’d gone by the spot where Tamar had his stash and took the whole damn bag. On the way back to the club, I called up the fellas and
told them to meet me here so I could give them their money. I hated to do my bruh like this, but it’s a life or death situation.
If it ever came down to it, I knew he would understand. I wasn’t too much worried about that though. In order to quickly replace the funds, I’d already told the crew that was responsible for lining up entertainment for the club to set up some major acts. While waiting for them to show, I sat in my seat and counted the money once more to ensure that every dollar was accounted for.
For the inconvenience, I even threw in a few extra thousand.
Only a few moments had passed before I saw the crew of men being escorted through the club and to my office. I shook my head, took a deep breath, and then walked over to my bar to pour myself a drink.
Quickly, I downed another shot of Patrón then muted the music that flowed into my office. Within seconds, there was a light knock at the door.
“Come in!” I yelled out and poured myself another shot.
“Taron, it’s a shame we have to go through this,” Donald said the moment he entered my office followed by his men Chalo and Brenton.
Tamar would kill me if he found out I was doing business with Dmitri’s father which was one of the main reasons why I couldn’t just go to him and ask for the money I needed. Donald was still claiming that Tamar had something to do with Dmitri’s death, although it had pretty much been proven otherwise.
He’d put a hit out on Tamar’s life for a nice piece of change which had me believing the main reason he wanted my bruh dead was because he now worked for the Mexicans. The Mexicans had been Donald’s competition for years, but they weren’t doing much until recently. They were now making power moves now that they had Tamar dealing for them.
If Tamar didn’t know how to do anything, he knew how to move weight and everyone knew it. He was a professional brick layer-one of the best to ever do it.