“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know what we’re talking about. You’re talking to yourself remember. That girl is in there telling her you’re out here plotting and your stupid ass gonna let her get away with it. Go in there and kill ‘em both!”
Yvonna’s face grows warm as blood rushes to the surface. She shakes her head and closes her eyes hoping when she reopens them, she’ll be gone. She desperately wants to believe the doctors and is now angry with herself for refusing to take the medicine to help her deal with the Multiple Personality Disorder.
“I’m still here, bitch.” She says when Yvonna opens her eyes. “You can’t get rid of me.”
She sighs. “I’ll handle Treyana if she tries me.”
“Like you handled everybody else? Don’t waste your time, if you don’t do what needs to be done, I’ll take care of her for you. I always do.”
Little did Gabriella know that if Treyana crossed her this time, Yvonna would be more than willing to do the dirty work herself.
The Follow Up
When Treyana comes outside fifteen minutes later Yvonna calms herself down long enough to get the details.
“So what’s Tree’s real name?” she asks the moment she slides inside the car and closes the door.
“My mic fell off,” she offers right away.
“What is Tree’s real name?”
“Tamal Green.” Treyana looks guilty. “She says he’s in a minimum security prison in New Jersey.”
“Minimum security? Bilal said he had king pin charges.” Yvonna thinks out loud.
“He did, but she thinks he snitched and will be coming home soon. She seemed scared.”
Yvonna knew why she was scared but didn’t tell Treyana. Bernice and Tree set Bilal’s father up and took his money years ago. But when Tree got locked up, she promised she’d hold him down and she didn’t. Bilal told her how his mother told him she killed his father for him. She claimed that his father was going to leave her for another woman with no money or means to care for themselves.
“How did you get the information?”
“I told her Avante is working on a case involving him. You know he works for the FBI.” Treyanna’s eyebrows rise as to warn her that she had access to authorities.
“Oh yeah. So did she tell you which prison?” Yvonna is unmoved by her silent threat.
“No, but you can go online to find out where now that you have his name. She says she thinks he’s in FCI Fairton.”
“FCI Fairton?”
A smile spreads across her face because this was the same prison Swoopes was in. In her original plan she wanted to get a hold of Tree to conspire with him to get back at Bernice but now another idea entered her mind.
Yvonna leans a little toward the passenger seat and says, “Anything else?”
Treyana backs up. Her head rests against the window and her hands raise a little to cover her face. Her chest moves up and down rapidly. She is so scared it seems as if she’s about to faint.
“N…no…no. That’s it.”
“So…why did you take the mic off again?”
“I…thought she saw it. And I didn’t…,” was the last thing she said before Yvonna reaches between her legs, grabs a fist full of pubic hair and snatches it.
“Awwwwwwww…Owwwwwwwwww!” Treyana yells covering her private area.
Yvonna wipes her hands off along with a bunch of loose hairs and says, “So you still not shaving your pussy. Even after I taught you how to clean your ass.”
“Why did you do that?” she cries.
“That was nicer than what I was about to do. I advise you not to fuck wit’ me again. You’re my little dog and if my dog gets out of line, I check her ass. Understood?”
Treyana remains silent. Besides, there was nothing left to say. Yvonna was the boss and if she wanted to live, she’d have to remember it.
Like Mothafuckin’ Minds
Yvonna walks into a crowded nail salon in Maryland looking for Ming Chi, the baddest nail designer in Maryland. Although she could use a manicure, she was interested in using her services. She was much more curious about a mutual acquaintance.
“How can I help you?” the Chinese receptionist asks with a fake smile on her face. It’s obvious she doesn’t like black people past the money in their pockets.
“I’m here to see Ming,” she points seeing her way into the back of the salon.
“Ming, busy. You wait right there!” she yells.
“Excuse me?” Yvonna says turning around to face her.
“You must wait like rest!”
Yvonna’s lips pierce and she places her hand on her hip. She couldn’t stand the bitch to begin with and was about to give her a piece of her mind until a lady walks behind the receptionist and whispers something into her ear. The woman looks at Yvonna as if she’s Satan.
“Oh. Uh, you go back. It’s fine,” the woman recants after the woman whispers into her ear and walks off.
Yvonna didn’t know that the lady told her that Yvonna was the one who was all over the news for killing so many people.
“You bitches stupid in here.” She says before walking away.
The moment Yvonna walks up to Ming, a smile spreads across Ming’s face. Unlike some, Ming liked Yvonna’s devilish nature. In the country for only five years, 29-year-old Ming had grown bored with natives from her hometown in China, and in the busy salon. She traded them quickly for black culture and black men.
“Yvonna,” she says standing up to hug her. Ming’s short height doesn’t take away from her beauty. Her hair is styled in a coal black shoulder length bob and she’s sporting an old school black Adidas sweat suit. “Where you been, slut?”
Yvonna pushes her arm and says, “All ova.” The girl whose nails she was doing sighs trying to win Ming’s attention back.
“Just soak.” Ming tells her. “I be one minute.”
“But I been soakin’ for five minutes! I need my nails did,” the girl continues rolling her neck and smacking her lips together. “I got somewhere to go shit!”
“Oooooooo, biiiitch! You get my ass and kiss!” Ming slaps her flat ass using broken English. “Leave now!”
The girls pushes out of her seat and yells, “But I need my nails did!” Her nails dripping wet.
“You should think before you flap the mouth! Out!”
The girl takes a look at Yvonna blaming her for the entire scenario with her eyes. When she’s gone, Ming focuses back on Yvonna who is laughing so hard a little piss escapes her body.
“What you laugh about? I tell you the same thing when I first met you!”
“I know, and I cursed your ass out for points in here!” They embrace again.
“I know…that’s why I like you. Come my, friend. Tell me your problem.”
“Ming, you got four customer waiting!” one of her coworkers warns when she sees her abandoning her station to walk further to the back of the store.
“They can wait,” she swats her away like a fly.
“What’s wrong with them bitches?”
“Just jealous,” she tells Yvonna.
When they walk to the back, she and Yvonna sit down in the small lounge area.
“What’s up?” Ming closes the door and locks it for privacy. “I’m looking for Cream. You seen her?”
Ming leans back in her seat and says, “Oh…I see. You want to kill?”
“Ming don’t be stupid. I just want to apologize for how I treated her.”
“You lie. You lie real good.”
“I’m serious. Have you seen her or not?”
“Yeah. She came by once last week. She move too,” Ming looks up toward the ceiling. Yvonna catches a glimpse of her brown eyes and she thinks she’s pretty. She’d definitely fuck her if she had to. “She gain much way also.”
“Where does she live?”
“I don’t know. But I find out for you my friend.”
“Good. If you do, there’s something in it for you.�
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“What?”
“Money.”
“Take a look.” She flashes her diamond rings. “Ming the richest bitch in Maryland.” Yvonna laughs.
“I want something else.” She continues.
“What, Ming?”
“I tell later. For now, let me work on your problem.”
Yvonna smiles. She doesn’t know what Ming has up her sleeve, but she has to admit, waiting to find out is very titillating.
Pussy Juice
The inmates in the visiting room FCI Fairton prison in New Jersey were saints compared to the crazy mothafucka who was about to walk through the doors. After months of seducing Tree, the best friend of the man Bernice helped kill, she was finally able to meet him. She wrote to him on a major pen pal service.
When Yvonna walks through the door, the entire visiting room grows quiet. A blonde wig covers her natural hair and the bangs hang over her eyebrows. Wearing a pink fitted sweater and blue True Religion jeans, she struts seductively over to the man she’d been waiting to meet. In all of the pictures she sent him, the wig stayed on.
Her confidence was high and then when she walks into his presence, she’s scared.
“You okay?” he asks sensing her fear.
“Oh…uh…yes. I…I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“You sure?” She nods trying to win her confidence back.
He smiles and says, “Good. I’m glad you came. And your pictures don’t do you justice!” Tree examines her small sexy frame and hugs her for as long as he’s allowed to per Visitation Policy. “And you soft too!” He places his hand in the small of her back and the prisoners look on in envy.
“You wouldn’t believe how soft I really am,” she winks as they take their seats.
“I’ve seen you somewhere.”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
Although the initial meeting was not what she had in mind, she can’t deny how handsome he is to be in his fifties. His pictures seemed so prison-ness.
His typical khaki uniform and unsightly black leather-like boots fail to drown out his appeal. His 6-foot frame hovers over her like a powerful oak tree. His complexion gives him a Hawaiian mystique and he favors the actor Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson.
“I don’t know about you,” Yvonna starts trying not to look into his eyes. “But I like to have a drink when I meet someone for the first time. You wanna drink?”
“Take a look around,” he smiles. He is desperately trying to keep his cool because for real all he wants to do is stuff six inches of hard dick in her mouth and watch her swallow. “I’m in jail, baby. Ain’t no bar in here.”
“I know where we are, sweetie. But you don’t need a bar if you dealin’ with me. Where’s the bathroom?”
“Over there,” he points curiously.
Yvonna gets up and sashays to the restroom. She makes a sexy spectacle of herself as she moves. A small baby vying for his incarcerated father’s attention can’t steal his eyes off her as she swings her blond hair for show.
Once inside the bathroom, she goes into a stall, pulls her panties down, and removes a large cylinder bottle from inside her pussy. Before opening it, she puckers her lips, and runs the outside of the bottle over them and smiles.
“I know it’s been a minute since you tasted pussy. The wait is over.” She says to herself. She wants the scent of her pussy to remain on his lips long after she leaves him.
When she’s done, she opens the squirt bottle, fills her mouth with the CIROC vodka and ecstasy pill concoction and holds it in the inside of her mouth. She’s swallows a little to loosen up but not enough to cloud her judgment.
Afterwards she walks back outside. Realizing all eyes were on her, including the jealous-hating-ass-correctional officers, she waits three minutes before kissing Tree. When she thinks the attention is off of her she kisses him deeply. Tree’s eyes widen when he smells the sweetness of her pussy mixed with the bitterness of the vodka.
“That’s enough!” Dom Manchester, a CO, yells, breaking them up. He walks hurriedly over to him. “Green, open your mouth.” He complies hoping the smell of the vodka doesn’t seep out.
Dom looks inside his mouth. “Lift up your tongue!” He does and he’s mad his discovery ends in vain. “Aight, but next time you try something like that, your visit is over!” he continues walking away.
“I can’t stand that fake ass nigga!” he scoffs loud enough for him to hear.
“Are you gonna worry about him, or focus on me?”
Realizing he’s a fool for allowing Dom to irritate he drops the subject.
“You wild! But I like you!” he compliments. “Not many chicks woulda snuck vodka inside their pussy.”
“Well you gotta raise your standards.”
“You right about that.”
“Now that you’ve tasted my pussy…you owe me.”
“I owe you huh?”
“That’s what I said.”
“So what you need, Treyana?”
“My name ain’t…,” she stops herself from making a mistake.
She almost forgot she gave him Treyana’s name instead of her own. She knew one quick look at her records during the visitation approval process, and she would not be able to get inside. So without Treyana’s knowledge, she stole her identity to get next to Tree. It hadn’t been the first time she used her name and it wouldn’t be the last.
“Yvonna, you ain’t on a date bitch!” Gabriella shouts from the sidelines. “Hurry up and get to the point.”
“Shut up! I got it!” Yvonna screams looking to her right.
“You aight?” Tree asks her. He looks where she was looking and saw no one.
“Y…yeah…uh…I’m sorry,” she smiles trying to conceal the little bit of crazy that seeped out. “Tree…I’ma be real wit’ you.” She leans in. “I need you to kill somebody.”
Tree looks around to see if anyone heard her. When he believes no one has, he says, “Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?”
“Exactly what I said,” Yvonna’s tone is flat and the alcohol gives her power. “You not in here for your sunny disposition. You in here because you a criminal. A drug dealer…a murderer.”
“Murderer?” he repeats. “What you think you know ‘bout me little girl?”
“I know you killed your best friend for pussy. Is that enough?”
“Who are you?”
“Someone who knows more about you than you do about them.”
“You betta be careful.” He warns.
“Why? I’m simply asking you to do what you do best. So don’t act all reformed on me just yet.”
“Bitch, I just met you!” he scowls. “And outside of sendin’ me a few sexy pictures, that’s all you did for me. I don’t owe you shit.”
“We’re about to become real acquainted, Tree. That’s the bottom line. You got something in here I need. And don’t worry, I’ll make it worth your while and keep your little murder secret. I’ll give you a gift so mind blowing, you’ll want to pay me instead.”
Tree looks around once more and then back at Yvonna. He couldn’t believe someone so beautiful could waltz inside the prison and demand such an extraordinary request. What scares him the most was not what she wanted him to do, but how she asked.
“Let’s say I’m interested…who is it you want handled?”
She smiles and says, “His name is Swoopes. You know him?”
“Yeah. I know him.”
“Good. He’ll be getting out soon so we have to move fast.”
“Hold up,” he says with his hands outstretched making contact with her body. “I didn’t agree to do shit yet.”
“Green, if I have to talk to you again about violating policy that’s it!”
Everyone looks at Tree and laughs to them selves. Tree isn’t laughing. Tree looks at Dom and secretly lusts over the moment he’d finally have a chance to crack his skull. Yvonna picking up on this says, “I’ll even throw in his body as an added bonus.”
Now
she has his attention. “Why do you want this nigga gone?” “That’s my personal business, Tree. There’s no need in understanding the why’s as it is what’s in it for you. Let’s just say this, you’ll receive a letter from me in a few weeks. In the letter I’ll list what I want you to do to him.”
“You already said what you want.”
“I know but I want his life here to be miserable before it’s over.”
“You crazy,” he laughs. He can’t believe the gall of this bitch.
“Don’t ever call me crazy again.”
He laughs and her face remains as straight as an arrow. And for the first time in his life, he’s horrified of another person. A woman at that.
“Now,” she continues, “the letter will be coded to throw people off. The sentences themselves will make sense but put together they won’t. It’ll look like a poem. What you’ll need to do is decode my real message by writing down the last word of each sentence. It’ll tell you exactly what I want done.” He sits back in his hard plastic seat and focuses on her.
“Why should I risk my life for you? I’m comin’ home soon. All I have to do is stay outta trouble.”
She moves closer to him so that he could feel the warmth from her body, then she looks into his eyes.
“You’ll do it because I’ll kill Bernice Santana. Your reason for being here.”
The sly smile is wiped from his face. Not a day goes by that he doesn’t think of Bernice. After they killed her boyfriend, and his best friend Dylan, Tree was later indicted on King Pin charges. And since he and Bernice got together sexually before he went in, she promised him that she’d stay by his side. It wasn’t until later that he discovered that the only thing she cared about was the money. Because with Dylan dead, and Tree in prison, who was going to provide the lifestyle for her she was accustomed to?
Bernice gold-digging ass managed to think of a way when she convinced Tree to put her son Bilal on since he still had ties in the drug game despite being incarcerated. He did, and the moment young Bilal started to bring in the big bucks, Bernice cut Tree off as smoothly as the tip of a circumcised dick. Her betrayal enraged him and he had plans to kill her himself when he came home. And since he provided the DEA with a lead on a Columbian connect who was supplying dope to DC by using pregnant women’s wombs, his time was cut in half. But now, Yvonna presented a new opportunity.
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