by Cole Hart
“It was an accident,” she simply said, then left the room.
Alisa got up and left behind her. Jaws hurried to his feet and fell in step behind her. Lil’ Danté looked over at the twins.
“What y’all two gonna do tonight?” he asked, his eyes wandering from one to the other.
Neither of them responded. Lil’ Danté sensed something was wrong. He shrugged his shoulders as if he didn’t care about nothing at this point.
“Why you do that shit?” Jermaine asked. He wanted the truth by the way the words came from his voice.
Lil’ Danté’s eyebrows bunched together. “What shit?” He stood to his feet like he wanted to fight his older brother.
Jermaine stood up and towered over Lil’ Danté’s 5’9” frame.
“Nigga, we already know you killed Bookie, and you know how Mama felt about him.”
Now Jeremy rose to his feet and stepped between them. “Nigga, we blood from the same womb, and ain’t no outsider gonna break up our family.”
Jermaine shook his head and just walked off.
Taking that as an insult, Lil’ Danté shouted, “Fuck you then, nigga!”
Jermaine paused in his tracks and turned around. No sooner than he took three steps heading toward Lil’ Danté, Lil’ Danté flipped his shirt up and removed a compact .45 from his waist.
“Don’t run up on me, bruh,” Lil’ Danté growled.
Jermaine stopped and stared at the gun.
“So you gonna shoot me?”
“Put the gun down, Danté,” Jeremy said, standing off to the side.
By then, Summer had returned and saw what was going on. She walked between the three of her sons. Without hesitation, she took the gun from Lil’ Danté.
“I will not tolerate this bullshit in my house!” she shouted. “I built this. I put this together, and it’s my way or no way.” She glanced around at all three of her boys. “Is that understood?”
Both twins responded in unison, and they meant it. She looked at Lil’ Danté and repeated, “Is that understood?”
He was so stubborn that it nearly killed him to suck it up. He finally mumbled under his breath, “Yes, ma’am.”
He didn’t mean it, though. Hatred was built up in his heart, and he had an understanding level of zero.
The following night, Lil’ Danté pulled up in Jonesboro South to holler at Kane. Lil’ Danté bumped the horn, and Kane came outside, his platinum chain bouncing on his chest.
“Get out, shawty,” Kane said.
Lil’ Danté kept the car running with Young Jeezy bumping from the stereo system.
Kane dapped him up. “Nigga, I heard you drew down on yo’ brotha’.”
Lil’ Danté leaned up against the car and crossed his feet. Kane fired up a cigarillo filled with purple kush. He hit it two quick times and nearly burst his lungs. He tried handing it over to Lil’ Danté, but he refused.
“Just a lil’ misunderstanding,” Lil’ Danté replied.
“So y’all got that shit straightened out?”
“Yeah, we straight.”
“You sure? Man, you look like you got something on your mind.”
Lil’ Danté remained silent, and then he reached for the blunt. Kane hesitated, but then went ahead and gave it to him. Lil’ Danté took a pull and nearly coughed his lungs up. His eyes became teary and red. He wanted it out of his hand quick. The regular wouldn’t have done him like that, but on the other hand, this was the new age marijuana; it was no joke.
The night was muggy. They both got in the car, Lil’ Danté behind the steering wheel and Kane secured in the passenger side. He pressed a button, reclined his seat, and then looked over at Lil’ Danté.
“Where we goin’?” he asked, while removing his Glock from his pants and placing it underneath the seat.
Lil’ Danté looked over at him while turning the Bentley around.
“Let’s go fuck with some bitches.”
Kane checked his watch. “Let’s go by Justin’s.”
“How ‘bout that studio downtown?”
Thirty minutes later, they were in the parking lot of Pleasers. Exotic cars and major players were everywhere. Lil’ Danté stopped at valet, where an attendant stepped to the door and opened them for them. Lil’ Danté peeled a crisp one hundred dollar bill from a knot of money and handed to the attendant.
An hour later, he and Kane were exiting the club with two beautiful females who didn’t mind leaving with two big spenders, but what Lil’ Danté and Kane hadn’t realized is that they were being followed.
Chapter 64
Summer finally had the eight-bedroom estate to herself. She knew she could do whatever she wanted to do whenever she wanted to do it. Last week, she’d met a female lady friend over the internet from San Diego, California. The two women exchanged photos over the webcam and gave interesting stories.
Today, Summer had flown the half-French, half-American woman into Atlanta. Summer had already broken her in and gave her a sweet nickname.
Milky Way.
Milky Way was evenly tanned all over. Her body was tight and petite. She wasn’t a delusion; she was just naturally beautiful with innocent green eyes. But, the real reason she was there was because she’d told Summer that her boyfriend was a hot movie producer in Los Angeles.
Summer wanted her daughter in a major film, and she would stop at nothing to get it done. She’d developed more manipulative ways than a politician; however, she was comfortable. At the moment, she was sprawled out over her satin sheets with her legs spread wide apart. Milky Way was there, her soft wet tongue damn near had Summer climbing the walls. She pressed her shaved vagina against Milky Way’s face. Milky Way knew what she was doing as she gently sucked on Summer’s clitoris. It became swollen almost instantly. Summer felt herself about to cum. Her heart began to pound. Next to getting money, this was the best feeling in the world for her.
She cocked her legs in the air and grabbed her own ankles, her abdominal muscles tightening. She allowed a loud moan to escape from her mouth and tiny drops of sweat started to bead up on her forehead.
Milky Way savored Summer’s sweet juices before she climbed up on her and allowed their nipples to rub against each other’s.
“How was it?” Milky Way whispered into Summer’s ear.
“Is this your first time tasting expensive pussy?” Summer asked her between kisses. She dug her manicured nails in Milky Way’s back and clawed her down to her firm ass cheeks.
Milky Way smiled before her tongue wrapped around Summer’s. She licked in the groove of her neck before going down to her hardened nipples.
Then she whispered, “Yes, but not as attractive as yourself.”
Summer instantly turned aggressive. She clutched a fist full of Milky Way’s hair and snatched her off of her. Milky Way’s facial expression changed and her eyes widened. Summer touched her clit in ways that couldn’t be described. Before long, Milky Way came long and hard, her body shivering uncontrollably. Then, without warning, she took her middle finger and shoved it in Milky Way’s ass. She screamed out in pain, but no one could hear her. Summer allowed her tongue to brush across Milky Way’s fat vagina, causing her to come again. This time, cum gushed out in thick hunks. She laid Milky Way flat on her stomach and began sucking passion marks all over her back and ass cheeks.
Suddenly, she stopped, got up, and walked in the bathroom to take a shower. Ten minutes later, she came back wrapped in a silk robe and her hair wrapped in a towel. Summer sat next to Milky Way, who hadn’t moved. Summer had broken her.
“You not showering?” Summer asked.
“If I wash you off me, I’m afraid I’ll lose you.” She sighed.
Summer stroked her hair and held her gaze. Young Milky Way had fallen in love. She was only twenty-one, and Summer had her just where she wanted her.
“Can you make it possible for me to meet your boyfriend?”
“He’ll do whatever I say.”
Summer placed a finger on h
er lips, then leaned down and kissed Milky Way on her cheek.
*****
Lil’ Danté and Kane had been robbed of their jewelry, the car, and every penny they had in their possession, which was over fifteen grand in cash they had between the two of them. Now they were naked and tied together with rope and duct tape; they were positioned with their backs up against one another.
The abandoned house they were in was located near Simpson Road where several A-framed houses were erected together. Out of anger, they tried twisting out of the tape, but it didn’t work. Two hours later, a junkie dressed in holey jeans and a worn army fatigue jacket crept through the rear door that led to the kitchen. A foul odor lingered in the air, and liquor bottles were strewn all over the place along with trash and needles. The junkie pulled his shooter from his pocket and packed it with crack cocaine. Just when he was about to take a hit, he heard a mumbling sound from the other room.
A curious look spread across his face. He removed his shooter from his mouth and pulled a raggedy .38 special from his back pocket. He aimed the gun and allowed it to lead the way. He used his cigarette lighter to see.
“Who da fuck dat is?” he shouted.
He kicked trash as he walked; his eyes were wide and intense. The junkie saw Kane and Lil’ Danté sitting helplessly on the floor in a puddle of stale urine. Surprised, the junkie eased closer and removed the tape from their mouths.
“Help us out of this shit,” Kane said angrily.
He did, and he would be rewarded.
The junkie found Kane and Lil’ Danté some clothes to wear and actually gave them cab fare so they could get where they needed to go. The south was closest, and the first thing they did was told Kane’s daddy what had happened. Believe it or not, he laughed.
Kane’s oldest uncle, Smoke, was in the house. He was midnight black with salt-and-pepper hair and huge hands.
“Y’all niggas ridin’ round in a Bentley like it’s all good. Niggas jackin’ every day, and everybody tryna get a dollar.”
Lil’ Danté studied the old head while listening carefully to everything he said.
“Them bitches from the club set us up.”
Kane stood up. “I’ma handle my business.”
“Sit yo’ ass down,” his daddy said in a high, aggressive tone.
Kane had never disrespected his father and wouldn’t dare start today. So, he took a seat.
“Y’all two gotta be patient,” he told them. “We’ll find out who’s behind it soon.”
“Them bitches from the club,” Lil’ Danté said.
His temper was overloading so bad that he started gritting his teeth, which was a bad habit he’d developed in the past couple of months. Veins ran through his forehead. He rose to his feet as if something had possessed him.
Moe stood and stopped him with force. “Where you goin’?”
His deep voice was intimidating. He stood a few inches taller than Lil’ Danté, which made him have to stare up at Moe. His eyes were fire red.
“I need to get to the crib.”
“I’ve already talked to your mother and explained everything to her.”
Lil’ Danté gave a confused look. He shifted his eye contact to Kane, but he couldn’t tell much by just looking at him. He looked back at Moe.
“So what my mama got to do with this?”
There was a short silence, and then Big Moe responded, “Your mother thinks you movin’ too fast.”
“So she had us robbed?” Lil’ Danté’s voice grew harsher, and he became so angry that he was nearly in tears.
Smoke moved in and placed a huge hand on Lil’ Danté’s shoulder.
“We already know you’ll put in work, Danté. But the problem Summa has with you is you don’t listen too good. She says she can’t control you, and she needs the issue handled before it gets out of hand.”
“I need to speak to her.” He looked around. “Where’s da phone?”
“Nigga, calm yo’ lil’ ass down. Sit down,” Moe demanded.
Without hesitation, Lil’ Danté took a deep breath and politely sat down. He didn’t know what was next. All he knew was that his mother had flipped on him for no reason and that he wanted answers.
Chapter 65
Lil’ Danté had Smoke drop him off at the estate out in Alpharetta, Georgia. They were in a wine-colored Chrysler 300M with chrome factory rims. Lil’ Danté got out while Smoke waited. He punched in the code on the keypad, but the gate didn’t open. A confused look eased across his face.
He moved toward the twelve-foot fence. Then he looked up as if he was about to jump it. Out of nowhere, two huge German Shepherds came out and barged the fence. They barked loud and furiously; they definitely weren’t Lil’ Danté’s dogs. He backed away from the gate and stared up at the mounted surveillance cameras. His eyes beamed directly into the lenses.
“Where the fuck is my dogs?”
From the inside of Summer’s house, she stared at the screens that showed the front of her house. Lil’ Danté just stared angrily at the camera. She smiled and shook her head. She saw him walk away, get back in the car, and disappear from her view. His car was in the backyard. She had plans of giving it back to him, but he wouldn’t want it, not after Summer had done this to him.
After he was gone, she stood up and went to take a shower since her flight to L.A. was leaving in two hours.
*****
The following morning, Lil’ Danté stepped off the Greyhound bus in Augusta with nothing but the clothes on his back and a prepaid TracFone. He dialed the number of one of his partners that he boxed with. Someone answered from the other end, a groggy and sleepy voice.
“Hmmm. Hello.”
“Yeah, nigga, what da business is?”
“Who is dis?” the guy asked.
“Danté, nigga…from the set.”
“Damn, playa, it’s been a long time.”
Lil’ Danté looked around and spotted a cab. “Look, I jus’ got in town, and I need a favor.”
“Nigga, you got two brothas in the NBA. I should be gettin’ a favor from you.”
Lil’ Danté laughed; it wasn’t genuine, though. It was a laugh that he’d soon make everybody pay with.
“I’ma catch a cab yo’ way, and I’ma need you to pay for it.”
“Come on through. I gotcha.”
*****
Nearly two months later, the twins were in Atlanta at the condo on Peachtree Street in Buckhead. They were instant millionaires and swimming in money. They were dominant on and off the court. Today, they had a set of triplets, three beautiful sisters that Jermaine had ran into at a hotel in Chicago a week ago.
He and Jeremy were playing each other in a friendly game of NBA Live on the X-box. They were being treated like two kings on the same throne. All three females were naked except for their high-heel shoes. Three sets of firm tender breasts were bouncing around, their bodies oily and sweet smelling. Jermaine saw one of the beautiful naked bodies walk in front of the huge 76-inch flat screen. She was carrying a platter of fruit, all assorted flavors.
“Come here,” he called out.
She stopped, looked, and walked in his direction. She popped a grape in his mouth, and he munched on it. Without him having to ask, she dropped to her knees before him. She unzipped his pants without saying one word and removed his soft penis. Within seconds, he was hard and quickly inside of her warm mouth. The other two were all over the other twin. He was covered in a silk Versace robe, and no time was wasted. The five of them sexed each other for hours, until Jermaine got a call from Lil’ Danté on his cell phone. He told him he needed to see them both.
“We at the Phoenix, the condo.”
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Twenty minutes later, Lil’ Danté was coming up the elevator with a huge duffel bag filled with clothes and money, and a sawed off twelve-gauge that was shorter than his arm and had enough slugs to tear down a wall. He glanced upward at the illuminating numbers. When the number tw
enty-six glowed, the elevator jerked to a halt. Lil’ Danté snatched the heavy duffel bag, threw it across his shoulder, and walked out into the hallway. The elevator doors closed quickly behind him.
Jermaine stared through the peephole, but it was dark. Then he saw a bright burst of flames, and that’s all he remembered. He fell to the floor like a ragdoll. Blood and flesh stained the door, and a puddle seeped from his head and face. He was dead.
When Lil’ Danté came inside the apartment, he saw Jeremy running up the steps. He ran behind him with the reloaded sawed off. Lil’ Danté hit him in the spine of his back just as he reached the top of the steps. He’d lost his mind for sure. Summer had been acting, but he was dead serious.
Screams from the triplets filled the room. They ran toward the door and made it out before he could get a shot off. He turned back to his wounded brother who was lying naked on the floor breathing heavy; his nostrils smelled of blood. He was in a deadly spot, and he knew it.
Lil’ Danté reloaded the sawed off again with a single slug and allowed his back to slide down the wall. He sat next to his brother and lifted his head to his lap. Blood quickly soaked his clothes. Lil’ Danté rubbed his brother’s forehead. Tears were in both of their eyes.
“Mama was jus’ using us for pawns,” he whispered. Then he added, “I’m sorry.”
“We loved you, Danté. Why you doing this?” Jeremy panted, short of breath.
By the time the police and security came through the door, Lil’ Danté placed the twelve-gauge underneath his chin. He closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger. His head rocked back to the wall, and it looked like his blood was hand painted on the wall. The gun slipped from his hand. It was over.
*****
Summer buried her twins in Augusta next to her mother, brother, and Big Danté. Lil’ Danté wasn’t so lucky. He lived and was sentenced to three consecutive life sentences. He was housed in Augusta State Medical Prison. Life came at him too damn fast. With his chin, mouth, and right jaw blown away, he was probably the ugliest person in the world with nothing to live for. He didn’t know if he was coming or going. He was labeled mental health, and Summer never went to visit him. He would die right there in prison. Summer would call the warden every week just to ask if he was dead yet.