She opened the door, saying, “Your ass crazy. Don’t be doing that shit. You almost scared me. But what’s up. I ain’t seen or heard from you in a minute.”
“I know, I been busy. I was just coming by to see how you was doing.”
She came back with, “Don’t play me. Your ass want some pussy, don’t you?”
“No, I just want to talk to you.”
“Come on in.”
“No. Come out to the car.”
“Well, come in while I put some shoes on and throw my hair into a ponytail.”
“Okay, that’s cool.”
I was waiting on the couch for her, and out the back comes these two little boys. I didn’t know if they were hers or not, because the conversation never came up the couple of times we kicked it. These was some be-be kids too. I mean, they was asking me all kinds of questions and climbing all on my legs and lap. I had to fight them off practically. It took her ten minutes to get ready. I guess she was in the bathroom taking a ho bath (using a towel to wash her vagina and ass) and brushing her teeth, because I heard the water running and some gargling. She came out looking nice for the quick transformation. She yelled at the kids to go in the back with whoever was back there. We walked to my car, sitting in the car with my tinted windows. I drove to a secluded parking lot in the complex. We began talking for a while before I asked her to suck my dick. At first she looked at me crazy but gave in with a little persuasion. I told her that I would come over again tomorrow to take her to the movies and out to dinner. I knew I was lying, but I still wanted to get a blowjob from her because she did it so well. She took it in her hands to get it up a little, then put in her mouth. I just lay back in the seat waiting to get off, which didn’t take long. After accomplishing my mission, I went on to Jackie’s.
When I got to Jackie’s, she was asleep. I woke her up because I hadn’t seen her in two days and needed her to talk to me, since I didn’t have Marcy to hold or talk to. We started to talk about how our day went. She told me her day was fine. She didn’t work hard at all. She told me she got a bonus for getting a big-ticket client for the company. I congratulated her on the accomplishment, then gave her a kiss. She told me she went to her mother’s house to take her out to dinner to celebrate. I asked how was her mother, since I hadn’t seen her for a while (about a month). I was told everything was going fine with her, and she asked about me. She wanted to know how I was doing.
Jackie put on some soft music and opened a bottle of white Zinfandel wine to set the mood for our romantic night. I could tell she was horny from the negligee she was wearing. It was a pink two-piece with the front cut out of the panties. I was happy to see her in it, because, as usual, I was more than happy to fuck her freaky ass. We didn’t get to the sex right away, just talked and listened to the music until the wine kicked in for her and the moment was right. When she felt it, she started kissing me on my neck and nibbling my ears. The way she did that made me weak. It was very passionate and soft. I reciprocated everything she did to make her hot and wet so I could have her ready for me to penetrate her with my now hard penis. The clothes came off, and the fucking began. We sixty-nined first, then I hit it missionary style (legs together up in the air). I turned her to give it to her in her favorite position, doggy style. I wasn’t ready to climax since I’d already had one orgasm tonight with Shelly. I usually climaxed pretty fast, but after the first one, I was pretty much ready for the battle. I had a problem with Marcy because she always complained I came too fast. I don’t know if it was because I was with her long enough not to care if she got hers or if it was just too good, but with Jackie, I wanted to last, because I wanted to satisfy her. On this night, I did it pretty quick. I pounded the hell out of her from the back, then laid her on her back halfway off the bed and lifted her in the air from the waist so her back could be arched. That way, I could hit her G-spot, which made her moan louder and reach her peak faster. I had learned how to do that by watching Talking Sex with Ruth Johnson, a late-night sex show where callers called in to get advice on sex from an old white lady. When she came, she exhaled a few deep breaths and thanked me for the good sex.
The next day, I got up early to make us breakfast so we could start our day off good and energized. I made pancakes, bacon, eggs, and grits. It was smoking good too. I poured glasses of orange juice for us, then went to get her up so she could come eat. She went to the bathroom to freshen up before coming to eat. We ate while talking and watching The View. We had good chemistry together at the table that morning. I thought about what my life might have been like had I met her in college and married her instead of Marcy. I pictured us having a good time walking on the beach, going to work every morning, and coming home at the same time, smiling to see each other. I wasn’t an agent in this fantasy; instead, I was a district attorney (something I often thought about being in real life). The thoughts faded as we finished our food. It was time for her to get ready for work, so we jumped in the shower together. I washed her back. Then she washed mine. We jumped out after a quick five minutes.
Jackie looked stunning when she got dressed. She had put on a black two-piece suit with a burgundy blouse under the vest. She had it buttoned up just enough to show the crevice of her firm, round breasts. Her hair and makeup were flawless. The mascara had her eyelashes full and long. The foundation gently highlighted her dimples, and the red lipstick enhanced her set of full lips. She was remarkable. I asked her if anything important was going on today. She told me she had a power meeting with the CEO of the big corporation she landed. I told her from the way she looked, I wouldn’t be surprised if he asked her out or offered her a better position at his firm. I gave her a kiss before she headed out the door, and she asked me from her car was she going to see me tonight. I told her I don’t know, it depended on what goes down today. She got in the car and drove off.
I got dressed after putting another $3,000 with the $27,000 hidden in one of my suitcases in the closet I was given. It was hot out today, so I threw on a pair of black gangster Levis with a gray wife-beater (tank top), a pair of black and white Air Maxes, and a black LA Dodgers hat. I was fresh to death.
I called Silencer to see where he was at before leaving so I could see what kind of time I had before I went to the spot. He told me he was going to his mother’s house to drop something off (my guess, another cash drop). Then he would meet me at the spot. I said, cool, see you later. I left so I could have enough time to stop at the record store. I wanted to get a new CD, some real gangster shit to keep me in character. I had to listen to all the shit that came out to keep me on my game. I had learned a lot of the street smarts I knew from listening to the rap music bought at the bureau and some of the criminals I arrested while I was a street cop. I immediately put the CD in, blasting the volume as I had a booming system. The song that played was “Meal Ticket.” This was almost every gangster’s theme song for a while, just as every other No Limit CD put out. I let the CD play and just rode.
The spot was about ten minutes away from the record store, which was located on Martin Luther King Drive (a street in the ghetto of every major city). I made it there in seven minutes. Silencer was still not there waiting in front, like I thought he would be. By the way, today we going to get the nigga a key to the apartment. I was glad he was not there because it gave me time to update the file of information I had on him. I took the file out of the secret hiding place, quickly updated what had transpired with the case, and then locked it back up. I didn’t know what was taking him so long, but I wanted him to hurry up, because today was the day we had to re-up (get more product) since we had sold out the night before. We would also have to check up on Dirt and Red. I called Silencer on his cell phone to see where he was at. When I heard a knock at the door, it was him. He told me he got in when some fine-ass lady was going out. I asked him if we were going to get back on today. Already two people called asking when. He answered, “Yeah.” he made a call and started talking I was
hoping to hear a name but no luck. The conversation was short and brief. He said, “Five and two,” then hung up the phone.”
I wanted to know what that meant, so I asked, “What that was about?”
He answered, “Five of them thangs in two hours. Don’t worry. You’ll know all my terminology soon enough.”
I said, “Cool.”
We had to go over to the weed spot to see what they had left before going to meet the cocaine connect.
We pulled up on the block and seen the same group of niggas hanging in front the laundromat. The laundromat was connected to a store, so we stopped to get some Phillies so we could roll up some stuffies when we got to the spot. Silencer parked the truck and put the 40 Glock he kept, which was always in a secret compartment his grandfather installed for him, in his waist under his shirt. He said, “Let’s go together in case we have some trouble from these fools.”
We got out together and walked up to the door. They didn’t say nothing, just looked at us crazy. When we got in the store, we noticed Dirt in there getting some Phillies. Look like they had the same idea as us. When we left the store, as we were getting in the truck, one of the dudes hit Dirt with a cork from a champagne bottle. He didn’t say sorry or anything, just gave a cold look.
Dirt said, “Man, ain’t you going to say excuse me or something?”
The dude said, “For what?”
Dirt said, “You just hit me with that muthfuckin’ cork.”
The dude then said, “That’s some tough shit. What you going to do?”
As all of them were approaching, Silencer pulled out the Glock and pointed it at them. They stopped in their tracks. Silencer said, “It ain’t going to be no jumping. Let them go head up.”
The leader of their crew said, “That’s cool. Whip that nigga, Bones.”
Bones was a tall, slinky dude with cornrows. He stepped to Dirt trying to hit him, but Dirt avoided his hit. The dude grabbed Dirt. That’s when Dirt started to push in Bones’s eye with his thumb. Bones let him go, and Dirt grabbed him threw him to the ground. While he was on the ground, Dirt started stomping him. He stomped him so bad, Silencer had to grab him off. After Bones got up, the leader reached out his hand, balled in a fist, saying, “Y’all cool.”
Silencer, with Glock still in hand, dapped fists with the dude and backed away to the driver side of the truck. We talked about the shit, congratulating Dirt on whipping that nigga. Silencer said, “I don’t think we going to have no problems out of them niggas, but be careful, just in case. When y’all want something from that store, walk together and stay strapped.” Dirt agreed to the demand.
Inside now, we rolled up two stuffies. The rotation started with Dirt, since he had just did a celebratory thing, followed by Red. Silencer asked how much weed they had left and was told an ounce. He counted the money they had, then put enough in his pockets to score with the Jamaicans again, leaving the rest on the table, telling dirt to find a hiding place in the house. We finished the blunts, then headed out. It was only twenty minutes left before we had to meet the connect. Normally, I would have been nervous, but the weed had me calm. We pulled up in back of a house, sitting in the alley away from the other houses that was in front, close to the sidewalk. I waited patiently while he was in there, and it did take quite some time. Some forty-five minutes later, he came back to the car. We always drove when transporting product, with five kilos in a black duffle bag. He apologized to me for taking so long before telling me they had to count the money. We got the keys at a great price, $24,500 apiece. On our way to the storehouse (spot), Silencer said, “After we serve a couple of people, we’re going to head to the car lot. Time for us to get some new rides. Especially you, dog!”
I was happy ass hell. I got tired of riding the piece of shit I had.
We went to the car lot driving all three vehicles—the truck, my car, and the transport car—so we could trade them in. Silencer knew the salesman from buying the truck. We purchased a ’98 Buick Regal, a ’91 Chevy Camaro, and a ’95 Chevy Blazer for $25,000 after we got $7,000 off the trade-ins. Silencer had the Blazer. He liked trucks. I got the Camaro because I had one in Belleview, and the Regal was for the transporting.
To celebrate, we went directly to the rims and stereo shop to get some rims for the Blazer and hook up the stereo system that came from the Suburban. We didn’t get any on the Buick, but I did get a pair of chrome Daytons and a small stereo system. While the cars were being serviced, we went to the spots to break down the work and package it up. We took the weed to the spot before going to pick up the cars. The dudes that we got into it with were out on the corner, as usual. They must have smelled the weed smoke from the blunts we were smoking because they came walking down the street towards the car. By the time we had got on the porch, they had made it to the house. The leader, whose name was Solo, had called Silencer to the side to talk. Still wary of the situation that had previously occurred, Dirt and Red went into the house to grab the straps we kept on hand. The straps of choice were always Glock. We had 9 millimeters for the spots, each with a sixteen-round clip. I stayed out with Silencer just in case something jumped off, not that he couldn’t handle it, because he had his 40 Glock. When they parted, we went into the house to get an ounce of weed for them. He told them the price is normally $125, but this one was on the house, as long as they came back to purchase more. They agreed. Silencer told us the reason he gave it to them was because he had intentions of making them our ally, not our enemies.
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SILENCER gave me four customers to serve on my own because he had bigger customers to serve. The customers he now served bought half-keys or whole ones. The customers he gave me were buying eights or smaller pieces. I started to venture off on my own occasionally to find more customers. When I wasn’t with Silencer or chillin with Dirt and Red, I was at Jackie’s or hangin at the lake to seek out more customers. I caught three customers one day that wanted a connect on a half-key. I was glad to take them on because that meant Silencer had to buy more weight, so it wouldn’t be long before he started to get questionedabout how he was moving the shit so fast. I ran the new customers by Silencer to see if he wanted to meet them. He told me when the time was right, he would but not now, just in case they wasn’t legit (in other words, if they was the law).
I was doing well for two months, making enough to buy three keys of my own, including the money I had saved. Silencer congratulated me on doing so well by throwing a party for us at Matt’s. Yep, the very club where Mr. Darius Brown was king. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I crossed his path as a baller. Maybe it was Darius all along serving Silencer—I don’t know, but I was soon to find out. I mean, it had to be him. Cornell was right in the middle of the hood where the bureau collected all the surveillance on him. We set the party date for that Saturday night, inviting some people from Cornell and the weight customers we were serving. I wasn’t sure if should invite Jackie or not because of the crowd, but I invited her anyway. I told her the party was going to be at Martt’s and she could come if she wanted to.
Saturday came around fast, and we hadn’t bought anything for the party. We didn’t want to wear anything we already had, because that would be a disgrace, for we had money, and we had to always stay fresh with our gear. It was sign to others that we were balling. After we took care of a little business that morning, we decided to drive to the big mall in Johnson Creek. The Johnson Creek Plaza was huge. It had every store you could think of. There was Tommy Hilfiger outlet, a Guess outlet, a Nautica outlet, and a host of other discount shops. This plaza even had a mini-rollercoaster in it. It was so big it would take at least an hour to walk around the entire mall. We didn’t want to spend much time, so we went directly to the stores we wanted to buy something from. The first store we went to was Gap, where we bought some fly button-up shirts. Then we went to the Kenneth Cole outlet to buy a few pairs of pants. The last shop we went to was the Shoe Depot, where we
bought some shoes to go with our fly outfits. We left the mall with over $800 worth of merchandise each.
The drive to and from the plaza was two hours and thirty minutes, plus our shopping time. This left us pressed for time, so we had to hurry to get to the barber shop for a crisp cut and clean shave. After all that, we had only thirty minutes to make it to the club for our introduction from the guest DJ we’d hired to keep the night crunk. Silencer had surprised us with a limo, which picked us up from each location. We didn’t even know about that, but it was tight. We had an all-black stretch Lincoln with pitch-black tinted windows. The inside had a mini-bar and TV. The night was going to be one to remember.
The line at the club was long, as usual, but we had VIP, so we didn’t have to wait. We handed out VIP cards to selected people (Jackie being one of them). On the way in, we seen Tanisha, Shelly, and Erica in the line, so we took them in with us. I was hoping that Shelly didn’t come so she wouldn’t make a scene if she seen me with Jackie. I knew Jackie wouldn’t trip because she was too much of a lady for that. Oh well, it was too late to worry about that. When we got inside, I told Shelly the truth. I told her I was involved with somebody that I loved and she was in the club with us. I asked her not to trip if she see me dancing and talking to Jackie, and please don’t mention us. I had to use some reverse psychology on her by telling her she was the one who said in the beginning she didn’t care if I had somebody. All she want to do is fuck. She responded, “Boo, don’t worry. I’ll be a lady. Just remember who do it better.”
It was only ten o’clock, so the place wasn’t packed yet, but it was getting there. There was mostly ladies in the house and a few men. The ladies got there early because it was free drinks for them as long they got there before eleven o’clock. Matty, who Silencer knew (unsurprisingly), escorted us back to our VIP section. He had the best VIP section I had ever been to. It was the size of a master bedroom and dining room put together, partitioned off with tinted bulletproof glass. We didn’t want to make the girls stay out of the VIP, but if it weren’t for Tanisha doing what she did for us, they would have been. The tables in the room were rectangular black stained glass with burgundy plush leather chairs. There was stripper pole in the middle of the room, surrounded by velvet soft couches—I guess just in case the ladies felt the need to let loose from the drinks and weed smoke that would be going on. The caterer had a bottle of champagne and Hypnotiq on every table. We bought the stuffies to put out. We had rolled twenty-five the night before to keep them fresh. We placed them in the refrigerator, wrapped in saran wrap. As time passed, the club started to get crowded. More and more people were filling the place. We could see out of the room, but the people couldn’t see in. Gazing around the room, I seen almost everybody trying to see inside.
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