Macy instantly shook his head as he knew that Boomer was about to embarrass him in front of all of his colleagues. Macy clenched his jaws tightly as he watched Boomer make his way toward them, slightly staggering.
“Oh God,” Fatima whispered as she looked in her son’s eyes, noticing that they were bloodshot red. She dropped her head in shame seeing her only son that way. The tips of Boomer’s nostrils were also red, signaling that he was high off more than weed.
Quiet mumbles and whispers began to fill the room as the guests chatted about the hoodlum who had just entered the party. Macy acted quickly and headed toward Boomer, trying to stop him before he reached his mother. This was her day, and Macy wasn’t going to let anyone bring her down on their anniversary.
The closer Macy got to Boomer, the stronger the weed aroma grew. Macy looked into Boomer’s eyes and knew that he was high as a kite. He had been around long enough to know that Boomer was flying off of more than just a little weed, however.
“Let’s go. Don’t let your mother see you like this,” Macy said as he threw his arm around Boomer and smiled, trying to not make a scene. He turned Boomer toward the door and began to walk him out, but Boomer had other plans.
“Get yo’ hands off of me!” Boomer yelled as he snatched away from Macy.
Macy quickly fixed his tie and checked his cufflinks as he smoothly played it off, still having a smile on his face. Boomer’s friend Fruit, a skinny kid, stepped to the side and found everything to be funny. He smiled as the drama unfolded before his eyes.
“Do not do this to your mother, Boom. Today is a special day for her,” Macy said in almost a whisper. However, the sternness was still evident in his voice.
“What the fuck you mean? What? You embarrassed?” Boomer asked as he threw his arms up, causing a scene. “You don’t want everyone to know that your son is a street nigga?” Boomer said as he got louder with each word.
At that point, the DJ had cut the music and everybody’s attention was on the spectacle that was about to unfold. The two men locked eyes, and it was undeniable tension between the two of them.
“This is neither the place nor time for your bullshit,” Macy said, keeping his voice low, but never breaking the piercing stare he had on the young man who stood in front of him.
“Well, when is the right time, huh? Don’t want everybody to know that your family isn’t perfect, huh?” Boomer said as he saw Macy’s bodyguards begin to make their way toward him.
“I see this isn’t going anywhere,” Macy said as he turned his back and pulled out the cigar that was in his top pocket. He placed it in his mouth and shook his head in disgust. Boomer and he had reached a boiling point, and the mutual dislike for one another finally came to the surface.
Macy always resented Boomer because he knew that he wasn’t his biological child. Fatima never admitted that Boomer wasn’t his, but Macy knew the truth. Maybe it was the light-skinned complexion of Boomer, or maybe even the lack of ambition that Boomer had, which was totally opposite of Macy’s sharklike demeanor. They never spoke on it, and Macy never questioned his wife openly out of respect. Nevertheless, deep in Macy’s heart, he knew the truth about the situation. He never pressed the issue, not wanting to dig deep into something that would eventually cause his family heartache.
Boomer also had a deep hatred for Macy. He expected things to be handed to him, and Macy wasn’t having it. Macy never gave Boomer anything for free. Macy was only trying to prepare Boomer for the real world, but Boomer took it as Macy not loving him. Boomer was what you call a wannabe. He wanted to be the next street kingpin. He desired to live the fast life, and he wanted that title “kingpin” to be handed to him.
He had heard about how Macy was big in the streets, and he wanted to be what Macy once was. Macy never took Boomer down that road, for fear of the potential outcome. He already knew that Boomer wasn’t built for the drug game. To be honest, Macy thought Boomer was too foolish to move drugs, so he never introduced it to him. And for that reason, Boomer hated his so-called father.
“Fuck you, Macy Sigel. You ain’t nobody’s mayor. You a goon just like me! All of those fancy suits and bodyguards can’t hide who you really are, playboy,” Boomer yelled as he breathed heavily and twisted his face up.
Boomer’s friend stood next to Boomer and watched, not believing that Boomer was going off like he was. Fruit already heard stories about how ruthless Macy was in the past, and honestly, Fruit began to get nervous.
Macy didn’t even give him the respect to turn around and look at him. He just lightly chuckled and shook his head as he lifted a lighter to spark flame to his cigar. Boomer continued his rant.
“To tell you the truth, you’s a bitch!” Boomer yelled, enunciating every word.
“Boomer!” Fatima yelled as she stood up, having seen enough. Just as Fatima was screaming her son’s name, Boomer, high as a kite, threw a punch, trying to connect with the back of Macy’s head.
Macy, without even seeing it coming, stepped to the side. Boomer’s swing missed and sent him crashing onto the ground. Macy smoothly slid his free hand into his pocket and looked over at his approaching bodyguards.
“Escort these gentlemen out and make sure he gets home safely,” Macy said as he stepped over Boomer and walked over to Fatima, who had tears in her eyes.
The guards grabbed Boomer and Fruit and quickly guided them out. Macy looked at the DJ and nodded, signaling him to start up the music, and on cue, the sounds of smooth jazz pumped out of the subwoofers. Macy quickly wiped away Fatima’s tear before it reached her cheekbone.
“Come on, let’s dance, baby,” Macy asked as he smiled from ear to ear.
“I tried to raise him the best way I knew how, but he—” Fatima said before Macy gently placed his finger on her lip, hushing her.
“Don’t worry about it, baby. He is just high out of his mind. He just has to sleep it off,” he whispered, trying to smooth over the tense situation. Macy didn’t express it, but he knew that Boomer was going to be a problem—a real bad problem.
Boomer drove down the highway doing almost one hundred miles per hour. His eyes were bloodshot red and his temper was past his boiling point. He gripped the steering wheel tightly as he thought about how much he hated Macy.
“I can’t stand that nigga,” Boomer said through his clenched teeth. He quickly dipped his head and used his nose as a vacuum, sucking up the cocaine that sat on the book in his lap. He slightly swerved, causing Fruit to get uneasy.
“Whoa! Nigga, keep your eyes on the road,” Fruit said as he gripped the door handles and braced himself.
“Relax, scary-ass nigga. I got this,” Boomer said as he wiped his nose and felt the rush of the grade-A cocaine working. Boomer kept thinking about the smug look on Macy’s face, and it only enraged him more. “That nigga thinks he’s untouchable. I will show him, though. Trust that!” Boomer said as he tried to think of a way to get Macy back.
Boomer and Fruit had been smoking weed and sniffing cocaine most of the day, and he had never been as high as he was at that moment. He was past high; he was on another level.
“What you going to do?” Fruit asked, halfway instigating the situation.
“I don’t know, but I’m going to do something. That nigga think he better than me. You know he never let me call him Daddy. He always told me to address him as Macy. Do you know what that does to a little boy’s mind? Every kid around me got to call their father Dad, but no, not me. I hate him!” Boomer said, getting more upset with each word that left his mouth.
“I can’t believe you talked to Macy Sigel like that. I heard stories about that nigga. He is a hood legend. I heard that Macy shot off a nigga’s finger for stealing ten dollars from him. Ten measly-ass dollars!” Fruit said, only pouring fuel on Boomer’s fire.
Boomer knew that Fruit was telling the truth because Boomer was in the car when Macy rolled up on the guy who had shorted him. Macy thought Boomer was asleep, but he was playing possum and saw the whole thi
ng. He was only nine years old at the time.
“Macy ain’t shit. He ain’t a real street nigga. But me, I’m a street nigga to the core. I’ma show his ass a li’l something. He want to disrespect me in front of all of those people; I’ll show him,” Boomer stated as a thousand and one ideas bombarded his thoughts.
He began to think sinisterly, and he quickly began to think about the stash that Macy had hidden in a safe behind a painting on the wall. Macy used to stash his street money there back in the day, but after he began to get into politics, he let it sit. Boomer had recently begun to chip off of the stash, knowing Macy wouldn’t find out. But now Boomer had a better idea. He wanted to take the whole stash. It was over a million dollars in the oversized duffle bag—all dirty money.
“Want to get some money?” Boomer asked, hoping his right-hand man was down for what he had in store.
Aries sat back in her car and watched through binoculars as two guys came out of Macy’s residence with two large duffle bags. She had been camped a few houses down from Macy’s gated residence, trying to think of a plan to get him.
Who are these niggas? Aries thought to herself as she saw the men stuff the duffle bags in the back of a silver Benz and then get into the car. She looked closely as she camped out, trying to find the best angle to get to Macy.
Macy and Fatima came in the house, both in laughter as they enjoyed a good joke. They had a wonderful dinner and enjoyed a long stroll along the beach as they reminisced about old times. Macy immediately went to the security pad that was on the wall and pushed in a code, disabling the alarm. He then flicked the light switch on and then off, signaling his bodyguard that they were in safe. Macy looked out of his window and saw his driver and head bodyguard pull off.
“I had a wonderful time, Macy Sigel,” Fatima said as she crept up and hugged him from behind. She smiled, closed her eyes, and rested her head on his back. Macy turned around and looked in Fatima’s eyes.
“You are the love of my life. I am happy to have celebrated fifteen years with you as my beautiful bride,” Macy said in his deep baritone. He leaned down and began to passionately kiss his wife.
They both felt the electricity in the air and the sexual tension had been building up all day. Macy slowly reached his hand behind Fatima and unzipped her dress. Fatima’s favorite black dress fell to ground, and Macy stepped back to enjoy the view. She was still as beautiful as the first day he had met her. She wore no panties and had on a lace Victoria’s Secret bra. The expensive bra held up her perky silicone breasts that Macy had purchased for her birthday a couple years back. The sight was eye candy to Macy, and he was ready to lick the sweet specimen that stood before him.
Fatima did a little pose, showing off her great body, and released her fake tits from her bra. Her erect nipples pointed straight forward as she squeezed and jiggled them. She turned around and headed to the bedroom, purposely switching hard so her man could get a peepshow.
Macy grabbed his pole that began to rise in his slacks as he licked his lips, putting LL Cool J to shame. The sound of his wife’s stilettos clicking against the marble floor drove him even crazier as he imagined himself lying beneath her as she rode him slowly. Fatima grabbed a bottle of wine off of the wine rack and disappeared into the room.
Macy dropped his pants and quickly followed his wife into the back. As Macy headed to the master bedroom where Fatima was waiting, he saw the Martin Luther King painting on his wall. He noticed that it was slightly crooked, leaning to the left. He stopped in his tracks and frowned up, sensing that something was wrong. He quickly lifted the painting on the wall and looked at the secret safe that he had built into the wall. Macy’s heart dropped when he noticed that the safe was slightly cracked and not closed like he had left it.
“Fuck!” Macy yelled as he snatched open the safe and saw that it had been cleaned out. A small piece of paper sat in the safe, and Macy angrily snatched it out. It read: FUCK YOU. Macy clenched his jaw so tightly it seemed as if he would crack his teeth.
Fatima came running into the hallway in concern. “Baby! Baby, what is it?” she asked as she looked on in confusion.
Macy held up the note and shook his head from side to side. “Boomer. It was Boomer,” he said as rage built up in his heart. Macy, out of pure anger, punched a hole through the wall. It wasn’t the fact that he lost the money; it was the fact that it had been taken from him by his own son. Macy’s street instinct began to kick in, and all he saw was red. Disloyalty was unacceptable in Macy’s book, and Boomer had crossed the line.
Chapter Six
Sweat dripped off of Boomer’s brow as he pumped feverishly, pounding the small white girl who bent over in front of him. He leaned over and sniffed the coke that was put on her back by Fruit. The small-framed blond hooker threw her ass back, smacking it against Boomer’s pelvis. Fruit sat at the table across the room watching as he periodically used a card to shove cocaine into his nostrils. He watched closely as his partner aggressively sexed the cheap whore.
“Yes! Yes!” she yelled as she bent over the bed while getting thrashed.
Boomer had cocaine residue on the tip of his nostrils and the drug had him horny as ever. The smell of sex was in the air, and the lavish hotel room had coke everywhere. Boomer had purchased nine ounces of pure coke and a hooker, all at the expense of Macy’s drug money.
Boomer let out a loud grunt and began to shake vigorously as he was experiencing his fifth orgasm in a matter of an hour. He was on a total rampage, and the more coke he did, the bigger rush he got. Never once did he think about the consequences of his actions. He robbed one of the most ruthless men the West Coast had ever seen. Although Macy had left the street life and gotten into politics, his gangster was still buried deep inside of him.
Boomer pushed the girl out of the way and walked over to the table completely naked. He dipped his whole face into the coke pile and sniffed deeply. He quickly jerked his head up and held it back to prevent his nose from running.
“You need to ease up on that shit,” Fruit suggested, noticing that Boomer had sniffed three times more than him. They had been in the hotel room for three days straight getting high, and Fruit was beginning to come to his senses.
“Nigga, I got this! I am just getting started,” Boomer said as a crazed look formed in his eyes. “I wish I could see that nigga’s face when he went home to an empty safe,” Boomer said as he smiled from ear to ear.
Fruit shook his head in resentment as he thought about what they had just done. “He’s not going to know we did it, is he?” Fruit asked, trying to make sure that he didn’t get any backlash from the caper.
Boomer didn’t answer. He just focused his attention on the hooker, who was left lying on the bed, breathing heavily.
“You want some of that?” Boomer asked Fruit as he pointed at the stripper’s pink middle.
“Nah, go ’head,” Fruit said as he avoided looking in the direction of Boomer, who was completely naked and sweaty. Under normal circumstances, he would not have turned down a piece of ass, but he was too nervous to even get erect.
Boomer then grabbed a card off the table and scooped some of the coke off of the pile. He sprinkled a line on his erect pipe and carefully walked over to the bed and stood over the hooker. She rose up and sniffed the blow off of his rod. She fell back on the bed and let the drug run its course. Boomer wasted no time. He got on top of the girl and began to sex her once again.
Macy was in deep thought as he paced his office back and forth and rubbed his goatee. “I can’t believe that li’l nigga crossed me like that,” Macy said to his head bodyguard, who went by the name of Edris, aka, Big E.
“How do you know it was him? Are you for sure?” Edris asked as he stood by the door with his hands crossed in front of him.
“I’m telling you, it was him. He was the only one who knew where the safe was. The combination was his mother’s birthday and he knew that. You saw the shit he pulled at the anniversary dinner,” Macy said, refreshing Edris�
�� memory.
“Yeah, the li’l nigga was bugging out. What do you want to do?” Edris asked, as he was prepared to do whatever for his boss.
“The way I’m feeling right now ...” Macy said as he walked over to his cabinet and pulled out the expensive bottle of Scotch and poured himself a shot. He tossed the shot back and continued his sentence. “I could whack his ass.” An uncomfortable silence filled the air as Macy’s temperature began to rise. He felt more disrespected than he ever had. He honestly believed that Boomer wouldn’t hesitate to kill him if the opportunity presented itself. Boomer had been disrespecting him ever since he got the position as mayor, and it got worse with time. Macy had to make a big decision.
“We have to find him before he blows all of that money,” Macy said as he slammed the shot glass on the desk.
A knock on the office door sounded just as the glass hit the table, and both of their eyes shot to the door. Macy looked down at his watch and noticed that it was just a tad past five o’clock. The receptionist shouldn’t have let anybody in after business hours.
E clicked his gun off of safety that rested in his holster and opened the door. He saw that it was a cleaning lady and immediately covered his weapon and let her in.
“Oh! I am so sorry. I thought you guys had left. I’m with the cleaning service,” the lady said. She held a bucket and broom in her hand.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. We were just on our way out,” Macy said as he grabbed his suit jacket and put it on. He and E headed toward the door, and Macy began to put the plan together in his head on how he would handle Boomer. Macy waited until they got in the hall to speak on it.
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