Born Sinners

by Marlon McCaulsky

  He continued to dance and drink with the girl, but didn’t know even more drama was watching him from across the club.

  Two rival Haitian drug dealers that were moving in on Bishop’s territory recognized Damien as the dude that runs the corner in the Taft Projects. Papa Glock was plotting on Bishop’s territory for months now. Papa Glock wore his hair in long nappy dreads. His skin was black like coal, and his eyes stayed red from the constant weed smoking. His 5 foot 9 body had a wiry build. He favored Shabba Ranks in the face, and was ugly by most women’s definition. He was also a certified psycho and willing to pull out and kill anybody at any time. His trigger-happy nature and his custom chrome-plated twin Glock 19s got him the nickname Papa Glock. Papa brought his nigga Razzor with him to let him prove himself by smoking Damien tonight. Razzor was brown-skinned and average built. His ‘fro was nappy, his teeth were yellowish, and he had slit many throats for next to nothing. Fresh off the boat from Haiti, Razzor was a born killer.

  “Hey ma, why don’t you come with me to my place so I can show you how I’m livin’?” Damien suggested to the girl he was dancing with.

  “I can’t. I came here with my girl.” She pointed to her girlfriend dancing.

  “Bring her too,” Damien smiled. The girl looked surprised and smiled too.

  “Baby, you would have your hands full just trying to handle me. Much less my home girl too, but here’s my number.” She said as she wrote down her digits and gave them to him.

  “A’ight ma, I’ma call you soon.”

  “Make sure you don’t lose that.” She purred as she walked away and Damien stared at her fat round ass as it jiggled.

  With all that ass you got ma, I’ma blow yo’ back out! I better go take a piss in this bitch, Damien thought to himself as he walked to the bathroom.

  Unknown to him, Razzor was following right behind him. Damien was tipsy as he wobbled into the restroom and stood in front of the urinal. He unzipped his pants and peed. The bathroom was empty. Razzor came in as Damien finished peeing and begun to wash his hands. Damien turned on the faucet but saw him coming up behind him in the mirror, and could tell this was a hit. Damien quickly spun around and grabbed the wrist of the hand he held with the gun in and they struggled.

  “Stupid mutha’fucka, drop it!” Damien yelled.

  “Fuck you, Masisi” Razzor cussed him in Creole.

  Luckily for Damien, Irv spotted Razzor following him to the bathroom and came with Nard too.

  “Grab that mutha’fucka!” Irv yelled to Nard as they rushed Razzor.

  “Get the gun!” Damien shouted.

  Nard took it out of Razzor’s hand. Irv punched Razzor in the back of the head, and then grabbed his arms. Damien kicked him in the balls, and Nard hit him with the butt of his gun.

  “Let’s kill this bitch!” Nard yelled.

  “No, not in the club nigga! Drag this nigga out back.” Damien said to him.

  Razzor was barely conscious so he gave little fight as Irv and Nard dragged him out of the bathroom to a back exit out of The Blue Angel then into an alleyway.

  “This one of them Haitian mutha’fuckas!” Damien yelled as they tossed him face first into a muddy pool of water.

  “I saw that nigga in there with Papa Glock.” Irv said to him.

  Razzor started to stir.

  “Stay your ass down nigga!” Damien yelled as all three of them started to stomp and kick Razzor to a blood pulp. Damien stomped his Timberland boots in his face.

  “Nard, go get the car.” Irv instructed.

  Damien looked at Irv, “That nigga still in there?”

  “Naw, Papa left when this nigga made his move on you so I followed him.”

  “So you wanted to kill me, nigga?” Damien spat at Razzor, and then grabbed the gun out of Irv’s hands.

  Damien put two slugs into the back of his head. A few seconds later, Nard pulled up with the car and popped the trunk. They threw the body inside.

  “Yo, dump this nigga in the river. I gotta holla at Dwayne and tell him what happened.” Damien said to them.

  “No doubt.” Irv responded, before he got in the car and drove off with Nard.

  Damien went back inside and found Dwayne by the bar.

  “Aye Dwayne, let me holla at you?”

  Dwayne nodded and they walked back toward the restrooms.

  Dwayne looked around for eavesdroppers, and then asked Damien, “What’s up?”

  “Aye, that Haitian mutha’fucka Papa Glock tried to have a nigga merk me in the bathroom, son.”

  “What? You murda that nigga?” Dwayne asked him.

  “Yeah, he’s dealt with. Irv and Nard got the drop on that fool. They taking care of him right now.” Damien informed him.

  “I knew it was a matter of time before them niggas tried to hit us here.”

  “You gonna tell Bishop what happen?” Damien asked him.

  “Naw, we gonna take care of these niggas ourselves.” Dwayne said to him.

  Damien smiled, “That’s what’s up.”

  “Yo, get them niggas D-Jay and Burt doing security together on the club floor and we gonna ride on them niggas now.” Dwayne instructed him.

  “Gotcha.”

  Within minutes, Dwayne and Damien with D-Jay and Burt rode to 110th, where Papa Glock and his crew hustle. They started blasting a building with Uzi’s. The next morning the news reported that three drug dealers and two crack heads had been shot to death on the scene. They also reported that another body had been found in the river, shot twice to the head.

  Papa Glock was not among the dead but the message had been sent, neither side would show no mercy. This was now a war in the open, and the streets of New York were the battlefields.

  20

  Queen Bitch

  June 1995

  Some people say the fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Vanessa Wells knew that the fastest way to a man’s money is on his dick. Her theory had proven to be correct for her as she became Bishop’s woman and enjoyed the gifts and money he had spoiled her with. Anything her heart desired was hers, but it still wasn’t enough. She wanted the one thing Bishop couldn’t give her, and that was power.

  With the skill of a professional horse jockey, Vanessa rode Bishop’s dick in his king size canopy bed. Vanessa was a gorgeous woman with a body that any man would worship. Her thick butterscotch thighs and curvy body was beyond that of most women her age. When she wined her hips and tightened her pussy muscles around Bishop’s dick, he was certain to be at her mercy.

  “Oh shit…Don’t stop.” Bishop moaned as he caressed Vanessa’s round succulent breast.

  “You like that daddy?”

  “Yes! Oh God yes!”

  Vanessa smiled at herself as she made the most dangerous gangsta in New York moan under her power. To Bishop, Vanessa was his queen but in her mind he was her pawn. That’s it nigga…Come for momma! Too bad you’re not nearly as sexy as Dwayne or I might even be enjoying this.

  “Grrrrrr…Aaaahhhh.” Bishop grunted as he emptied himself inside of her.

  He breathed heavily through his mouth as Vanessa lie on top of him and kissed his chest.

  “Did I make you feel good daddy?”

  “Yes, you did.”

  “Good. ‘Cause you make me happy too.”

  “Do I? Are you sure?”

  Vanessa could hear the suspicion in his voice, and wondered if he knew about her and Dwayne. She had been careful not to be seen with Dwayne, but she knew Bishop was no fool. Walls had ears, and sometimes unknown eyes were on her too.

  “Of course I’m sure, Bishop. No one can do the things you do to me.” Bishop rolled over and laid Vanessa on her back. His big, muscular body was now on top of her as he stared in her eyes. Fear crept into Vanessa’s mind as Bishop’s dark and cold eyes sent chills up her spine. Bishop was a cold-blooded killer and would have no problem ending her life if he knew she had betrayed him, and she knew it. Most women would crack under the pressure Bishop was givin
g. He was an OG since the 70’s, but Vanessa never looked away, and kept her eyes on his. Vanessa’s face remained calm and relaxed, not revealing her inner fear. A smile crept across his face.

  “I know. I also know that you would never betray me because you know there’s nothing I hate more than disloyalty.”

  “You’ll never have to question my love for you Bishop. You changed my world both mentally and sexually. I can’t imagine any man making me as happy as you do.”

  “And I do it all because I love you.” Bishop said, feeling his penis become hard again while lying between her legs.

  “I love you too. I wanna be your wife and have your children.” Vanessa lied convincingly.

  Bishop took his dick and pushed back inside of her warm walls.

  “Oh, you will Vanessa.” Bishop uttered as he continued to stoke her wet pussy.

  “That feels so good daddy,” Vanessa moaned as Bishop had his way with her repeatedly.

  Vanessa had no intention of having his children. The birth control she took would make sure of that.

  That next morning, Vanessa awoke drained and exhausted from hours of lovemaking. Bishop was already out of bed, and Vanessa rested her head back down on the plush feather pillow. She pulled the satin sheets up over her naked body as she replayed the words Bishop said to her last night.

  He’s never spoke to me like that before. He must suspect something, but he has no proof or he would have probably killed me. I can see the way he glares at Dwayne. He knows that he’s coming for his spot. I’ve got to make my move sooner then I planned, Vanessa thought to herself. Bishop came back in the room dressed in a brown three-piece suit, a fedora, overcoat, with matching Stacy Adams brown crocodile leather shoes. He sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at Vanessa.

  “I got some business I need to take care of upstate. Some of my guards are going to be here if you need anything or if you decide to go in the city.”

  “Will you be gone long? I was hoping we could go out to dinner together.”

  “I’ll call and let you know my dear. Try and enjoy yourself today.” Bishop said and kissed her lips.

  “Okay…You were incredible last night.” Vanessa purred and caressed his face.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll be back to put it on you again tonight.” Bishop said as he got up, walked out of the room, and closed the door.

  Vanessa rolled her eyes, got out of bed, and slipped on her black silk robe. She then went and looked out the window at Bishop getting in the back of his black Bentley limo. She watched it drive down the long driveway. She saw the gates open and let him out.

  In her mind, she knew Bishop was on to her so she decided to move her plans forward as quickly as possible. She went into the bathroom, showered, and got dressed. She decided to put on her brown Donna Karen hoodie. Then she went downstairs and saw her bodyguard, Jay.

  “Ms. Wells, will you be going into the city today?”

  “No Jay. I’ll be out in the back garden, and I’d like some privacy please.”

  “No problem ma’am. I’ll be in here if you need me.” Jay said.

  Vanessa turned and walked through the double back doors to the guesthouse and went inside. Over the years, Vanessa had taken the time to search the house from top to bottom, so she knew the basement was where most of Bishop’s illegal activities took place. She also knew he kept money down there. That’s why she took the opportunity to take a copy of Bishop’s master key out of his office and went down into the basement.

  She had been down there before briefly, but decided now was the time to make a thorough search. The basement was big. It had old furniture and cardboard boxes in it which she had already been through. For over an hour she searched, but came up with nothing. She became frustrated with not finding anything, and sat on the old sofa. This mutha’fucka doesn’t have anything down here! Now what? I love messing with Dwayne, but I can’t keep doing this. Bishop is going to find out about us and kill us if we keep this up. I’m I better off just taking the little bit of money I was able to save, leave, and hope he doesn’t find me. Shit! Vanessa thought to herself.

  She picked up an ashtray off the coffee table and threw it against the mahogany wall shelf. She heard a hollow thump. Vanessa got up off the sofa walked over to the wall, and knocked on it. She heard the same hollow sound, and pushed against the wall. To her surprise, the mahogany wall revolved, revealing a hidden room. She saw bundles of cash that looked like millions of dollars stacked up across two long tables.

  “Oh, you sly old dog.” Vanessa uttered with a smile spread across her face.

  She walked into the hidden room and picked up a bundle of hundreds and twenties. The room also a two small file cabinets and an arsenal of firearms ranging from sub machine guns to what looked like a rocket launcher displayed on the wall. Vanessa also noticed a small table in the corner with a scale and bricks of heroin on it. The money was neatly organized in stacks of ones, fives, tens, twenties, fifties, and hundreds. Vanessa quickly started to count the money, she estimated it was over eighty million in drug money.

  Jackpot! So this is where he stashes`` it all. This is all I need to do what I need to do. Vanessa walked over to the cabinet, opened it, and saw a small shoebox. She took it out and opened it. She picked up some old Kodak photos from the 70’s, and saw a younger Bishop with a woman at Coney Island. She looked on the back and saw written “Lamont & Darlene at Coney Island 1976” Lamont? So that’s his real name. Vanessa thought to herself as she continued to look at the photos. Then she saw a photo of him with a baby. She looked on the back and saw written “Damien 11 months 1976” Oh my God, Damien is his son! Oh, this is too good to be true! No wonder Bishop’s so drawn to Damien. I wonder what Dwayne would do if he knew all of this? This is what I need to push him in the right direction. If Dwayne kills Bishop that will clear the way for me! Vanessa thought as she placed everything back the way she found it. She then walked out of the room, closed the secret door, and left the basement. Vanessa locked the basement door, turned around, and was shocked to see Jay standing behind her.

  “What are you doing here? I said I wanted some privacy!” Vanessa yelled at Jay with her heart thumping rapidly.

  “Yes you did Ms. Wells but you were back here for over two hours, and I came to check in on you.” Jay said to her.

  His eyes looked at the key in Vanessa’s hand. Vanessa knew exactly what he was thinking. She wanted to cuss his Curious George ass out, but knew all he had to do was say what he saw to Bishop and she would be a dead woman. She decided to take another route.

  “That’s okay Jay, but listen, about what you seen here. I would like it if we could keep this to ourselves.”

  “I don’t know about that ma’am.” Jay said nervously.

  Vanessa walked up to him and caressed his arm. Jay’s dick immediately became hard.

  “Jay, if you were to keep this secret for me, I would make it worth your while.” Vanessa crooned seductively. Jay smiled and she said, “Come with me.”

  Jay followed Vanessa to the main house and upstairs into her bedroom. Vanessa went into her walk-in closet for a few minutes. Jay stood in the room, nervous about what she was about to do. He looked at the canopy bed and thought about how good it would be to fuck Vanessa’s fine ass. Then he thought about what Bishop would do to him if he found out, and had second thoughts about what was about to happen. Then Vanessa emerged out of the closet.

  “Listen Ms. Wells, I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

  “What’s not a good idea? Me giving you this.” Vanessa said as she handed him an envelope. Jay opened it and saw hundred dollar bills in it. “It’s $3,000 dollars Jay, and if you keep this little secret, there’ll be a lot more of that.” Jay was relieved that she decided to bribe him instead.

  “No problem Ms. Wells.” Jay put the envelope in his jacket pocket and turned to walk out of the room.

  “Oh, and Jay,” Vanessa said and he turned and look at her. “I’m gonna need your assistance tomo
rrow, and your time will be very well compensated.”

  “Not a problem at all.” Jay said, and then closed the door behind him.

  Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief that Jay was a greedy man. She would have hated have had to fuck his ugly ass if he wasn’t. Now she had an inside man to help her pull off her plan.

  21

  Against All Odds

  June 1995

  Most men don’t know how much power women have over them. They don’t know that with the slightest smile or glance a woman can captivate a man’s heart. Or lie effortlessly without a man thinking any wiser. Vanessa Wells knew very well the power she wielded. She had become a master of deception.

  Vanessa was sitting in front of her vanity mirror, putting on some makeup in the master bedroom she shared with Bishop. She carefully applied her blush, and then reached for her pink lipstick. She looked in the mirror and saw Bishop standing behind her.

  “My beautiful Vanessa, what do you have planned today?”

  “You know, the usual day of shopping and pampering. I wanna pick up something special for you at Victoria Secret.”

  “Something special for me? My dear, just having you with me every night is special enough for me.” Bishop said as he caressed her neck.

  Vanessa’s heart began to race thinking that he might know what she was about to do. Feeling his big hand on her neck remind her of how dangerous he was.

  “Well, you know I like to give my big daddy that extra something to keep you happy.” Vanessa purred seductively and Bishop smiled.

  “I know, and that’s why I love you so much.” Bishop confirmed as he bent down and kissed her lips.

  “I’ll be in late tonight. I’ll have something special for you too.” Bishop assured her as he walked towards the door.

  “Okay, daddy. I love it when you do that.” Vanessa crooned as Bishop walked out of the bedroom.

  She exhaled deeply and waited until Bishop pulled out of the driveway. Then she quickly went to her closet and grabbed a small bag with her personal items already packed in it, and another rolling suitcase that was empty.