Born Sinners

by Marlon McCaulsky

  Later on that night, Damien spotted Chyna sitting at a table with another girl, and he sent over a bottle of Dom Pérignon. The waiter said it was from the gentleman in the back, and Chyna eyes lit up as she spotted Damien sitting with Irv. She knew Damien was a big time hustler and she saw dollar signs. Damien got up from his table and walked over to them. The other girl with Chyna named Porsha quickly greeted him as he walked up.

  “Hey, how you doing?” Porsha asked Damien, and Chyna cut her eyes at her. “What’s up ma?” Damien greeted her, and then focused his attention back on Chyna.

  “You looked like you got skills up there…”

  “Chyna,” She said finishing his sentence for him.

  “Chyna…I like that.” Damien repeated her name.

  He could see why they called her that because of her Chinese-like eyes and facial features. Porsha could tell he was feeling Chyna, but she was not going to be ignored.

  “I’m Porsha, why don’t you have a seat.”

  It’s not that Porsha wasn’t fine either. She was a pretty redbone with nice tits and a fat ass too. Compared to Chyna, she was a happy meal and Chyna was the super-size big mac combo. Besides, Damien loved dark-skinned women like Chyna. Damien sat at the table in between them.

  “So what are you about to get into after this?” Damien asked Chyna.

  “Whatever it is you want to get into.” Chyna purred seductively to him.

  “That’s what I’m talking about.” Damien grinned and looked at Porsha.

  “What about you Porsha? You down for some fun too?”

  “I’m always ready for whatever as long as the price is right.” Porsha said.

  “Oh, the price is always right ma. I just wanna know what I’m paying for is worth it.”

  Porsha looked at Chyna and smiled. Chyna slid her hand up Damien’s thigh and caressed his hard dick. Porsha took Damien’s hand and moved it up her mini-skirt where Damien found no panties on her.

  “For both of us it will be two G’s a piece.” Chyna said.

  “Is that all?” Damien asked as he pulled out a roll of hundred dollar bills. “Then let’s go.”

  Damien took them to the Marriott Marquis and checked into a deluxe corner room. Damien let the girls go up to the room, and both Chyna and Porsha were impressed with their surroundings. Chyna headed to the mini-bar and grabbed a couple of mini bottles of Bacardi Superior rum and a coke, while Porsha laid her slim curvy body on top of the white sheets of the king size bed. Her black mini dress rode up around her waist, exposing her ass cheeks. Damien smiled as he walked over to her on the bed and palmed her ass.

  Chyna smirked, “You like that huh?”

  “Yeah ma I do. C’mere girl.” Damien said to Chyna.

  She walked over to him with a drink in her hand. Damien took a drink of the Bacardi and coke, and then started to tongue kiss Chyna. Porsha, not wanting to be left out, unzipped Damien’s pants, pulled his hard dick out of his boxers, and then took him in her mouth.

  “Yeah ma, I like how you take the initiative, damn.” Damien droned as he started to undress Chyna who had on a pair of tight black hot pants and a sheer black bodysuit underneath. Damien pushed his fingers beneath the bodysuit and fondled Chyna’s wet pussy. Porsha sat up on the bed and pulled down Damien’s pants. His fat dick stood erect in her face.

  “Hey, why don’t you give her a lick too.” He suggested to Chyna.

  “I wouldn’t mind doing that.” Chyna said as she pushed Porsha back on the bed, spread her legs, and began to eat her out.

  Damien finished undressing himself, and then took off Chyna’s bodysuit. Porsha laid spread eagle on the bed as Chyna’s tongue parted Porsha’s lips and she licked her clit. Porsha felt her pussy cum as Chyna slurped it up.

  “Aahh…Aahh…Ooooohhhhh.” Porsha arched her back moaning.

  “I know you wanna stick that big black dick of yours into my hot creamy pussy Dame. I know that’s what you wanted to do all night long. I wanna feel that dick fucking the shit outta me.” Chyna turned and said to him as he stroked his dick watching them.

  “You got that right.” Damien grabbed Chyna’s thick black ass with two hands, spread her ass cheeks, and stared at her creamy pussy that was already dripping cum. Damien took his dick pushed his dick deep into her wet pussy and begin to fuck her doggy style, drilling his dick into her repeatedly. It was tighter than he thought it would be.

  “Ooooohhhhh shit!” Chyna screamed out as Damien hit the bottom of her pussy.

  Fuck a relationship Irv, this is what every nigga wants, Damien thought to himself as he continued to hit Chyna from the back. Damien didn’t want Porsha to feel left out either so he pulled out of Chyna and pushed his dick into her moist vagina. Soon he positioned both of them doggy style with Porsha on top of Chyna so he could switch between their pussies easily. The rest of the night was spent with Damien living out his dirtiest fantasies that Chyna and Porsha were more than happy to oblige.

  Damien was now working in The Blue Angel under Bishop, overseeing the drug sales in the club. Bishop made sure Damien was well taken care of financially. That made his long time business partner Clifford Allen suspicious, although he would never say anything to Bishop about it. Clifford was Bishop’s accountant. He made no decisions about any of the day-to-day operations.

  Bishop was aware of Damien’s plans to pay back Papa Glock for killing Nard. Bishop was tired of this ongoing conflict between Da Untouchables and the Haitian drug lords. He knew that they were too evenly matched, and that this war was only hurting business. More importantly, Bishop wanted to protect his son from retaliation so he made a deal with them. Bishop came to Damien about what he had worked out. Bishop had Damien come to his office upstairs. Damien sat in the chair in front of Bishop’s desk.

  Bishop leaned forward in his chair, “I need talk to you about the future.”

  “A’ight, what’s up?”

  “I know you’re upset about what happen to your nigga Nard.”

  “Yeah, I’m gonna make sure Papa Glock ain’t a threat anymore.”

  “I’ve already taken care of that.” Bishop said coldly.

  “You smoke that nigga?”

  “No.” Bishop leaned back in his chair. “This war between us isn’t getting either of us anywhere. So we’ve come to an agreement with them. One that will be mutually beneficial for both of us. They stay off of my turf and we stay out of theirs.”

  Damien was confused, “What? So we just let them niggas move in on our shit?”

  “Dame, we’re making more money in the club than from the corners. I’m going to be opening two more clubs in Brooklyn and Manhattan. Why do you think I pulled you off the streets and put you in the Angel with me? If them stupid niggas wanna have 110th, then let them. TNT will shut them down soon. This is what I’m trying to teach you, that this is business. Damien, you’re like a son to me.” Bishop said to him sincerely.

  But Damien wasn’t trying to listen, “So we just supposed to let that shit that they did to Nard go?”

  Bishop got annoyed at his son’s lack of common sense. “Fuck Nard! I’m trying to teach you how to get this money! Fucking around with these niggas will get you killed. You stay off they turf. You understand?”

  Damien stared at Bishop coldly. The respect he had for Bishop was now gone. As far as he was concerned, Bishop sold out to them Haitian drug lords. He had gone soft. Papa Glock had murdered his best friend, and he was going to kill him. He was going to stay loyal to his nigga Nard.

  25

  Return Of The King

  April 1996

  You never really miss your freedom until it’s taken away from you. Dwayne appreciated his more than ever after being released from Rikers Island after 11 months in the belly of the beast. It was April of 1996, a fight in the yard earned him and extra thirty days. For the past few months, Dwayne has been making plans to deal with Bishop. He knew Bishop better than anyone else, and knew exactly how to hurt him.

  Dwayne still had ov
er a million dollars put away in a Swiss bank and he moved into an apartment in Brooklyn. Nobody knew he had gotten released early so he decided to use that to his advantage. He had contemplated killing Damien, knowing that Bishop would be devastated at his son’s death, but Dwayne knew he couldn’t turn on his friend who once saved his life. It wasn’t Dame’s fault his father is Bishop. He knew going straight up against Bishop was suicide, but he knew other ways to hurt him. But even with revenge in his head, he had to make his first visit to the gravesite of his cousin Nard. His cousin was dead directly because of Bishop’s actions so that only strengthened his desire for revenge.

  Dwayne’s decided to make his second visit to the most unlikely person. He took a cab to Long Island, New York to Glen Cove High School. Clifford Allen was there to pick up his daughter from practice. He stood and watched the girl’s track team practice after school.

  “That’s a beautiful daughter you have there Cliff,” Dwayne said to him, standing behind him.

  Clifford turned around, shocked to see him.

  “Oh my God, Dwayne.” Clifford said. He was still stunned to see him.

  “What’s your daughter’s name again? Ah…Oh yeah, Shamika. Lovely girl.”

  “Dwayne, you know I had nothing to do with what happened to you.” Clifford said nervously.

  “Oh, I know that Cliff. You a good dude. You’re not a killer.”

  “Then what are you doing here? Why are you here at my daughter’s school?”

  “I just wanted to talk to you. First, I had to make sure I had your undivided attention and that you wouldn’t tell Bishop you saw me. Ya understand?”

  “Of course.”

  “You’ve been working as Bishop’s accountant for years. You know all his accounts and investments right?”

  “Yes.”

  “How much does he pay you for your services?” Dwayne asked him.

  “Enough to take care of my family.”

  “True…80, 90, 100 thousand a year? Is it more then he pays Damien?”

  “I’m not a greedy man, and I’m not stupid enough to try and steal from Bishop, either. He would kill me and my family.”

  “I’m not asking you to rob Bishop. Let me do that. In return you’ll be able to take care of your grandkid’s college fund.”

  “Bishop would find me and kill me before I even got to spend a dime of his money.”

  “Oh trust me, Bishop won’t be around much longer. I’ll give you a call in a couple days when I’m ready. In the meantime, just keep this conversation to yourself. We both know that I’m the one man Bishop has always felt threatened by, and I’m gonna show him exactly why.” Dwayne said.

  He smiled at Clifford, who had never been this shaken in his life. Dwayne turned and started to walk away.

  “On the real…You better watch your daughter and them boys. She’s a beautiful girl.” Dwayne turned and said to him.

  Dwayne’s next stop was to Brooklyn to see some old friends over in the Marcy Projects. The first part of the plan was in place and now he needed the muscle behind him.

  “What up my nigga?” Dwayne said to Big Mike.

  “What’s up Dwayne? Damn, I heard about shit that went down with you and that nigga Bishop.” Big Mike said to him.

  “Yeah, that nigga did me dirty, but I probably had it coming.” Dwayne said laughing.

  “So when did you get out?”

  “A few days ago. Yo, you remember a while back I was hollering at you about us working together?”

  “Yeah, I remember. But ah your situations a little different now than it was then.” Big Mike reminded him.

  “Yeah, but I’m now in a position where I can take over a new situation with your help. The payoff would be worth your while.”

  “Really, so is this gonna be a hostile takeover?” Big Mike inquired with a grin.

  “Wall Street ain’t never seen nothing like what’s about to go down my nigga.” Dwayne replied as he gave Big Mike some dap.

  “What about your nigga Dame? I heard about what went down with him and my brother Remo. I know that’s your man so are we gonna have a problem with him too?”

  Dwayne gave Big Mike a blank stare. “You just leave Damien to me. I’ll take care of him.”

  “Alright my nigga, holla.”

  “No doubt.” Dwayne said, and then he left.

  Dwayne’s next move was most certainly his most risky one. The last time he talked to Damien the two left things in sort of a vague area. That was three months ago. He wasn’t sure where his loyalty would lie, but he was almost certain that Bishop hadn’t told him he was his father. Still, Dwayne had to be prepared to take him out if necessary. Dwayne went out to Southern Fried Chicken Soul Food Diner where he knew Damien loved to eat takeout, and saw him picking up an order of food.

  “You still love that fried chicken and mac huh,” Dwayne said to Damien as he walked out the door.

  “Dwayne, what’s up son? When did you get out?” Damien asked him. He was surprised to see him.

  “Not too long ago.”

  “What you doing in Harlem man? You know this ain’t a safe spot for you to be in.”

  “I ain’t sacred of nobody in my own town. I just wanted to see you my nigga.” Dwayne said as he gripped the 44 in the pocket of his jacket.

  “So you ain’t running? Whatever you do my nigga, make sure you don’t miss. Bishop ain’t gonna give you a second chance.”

  Dwayne was surprised at Damien’s reaction, “So what’s this shit I’m hearing on the streets now? Bishop and Papa Glock have a truce.”

  “Yeah Bishop’s gone soft on us. He’s given up a lot of the street corners to them niggas and focusing more on opening clubs and pushing weight through them.” Damien informed him.

  “Really? Not a bad business move, but them Haitians are gonna keep moving in on him until they run him out completely.”

  “That’s what I’m saying.”

  “So Papa Glock just gets away with killing Nard in the streets? My cousin?”

  Damien frowned, “No. I told you I’m gonna kill that nigga. I don’t give a damn what Bishop said. He’s got a truce with them, not me. Listen my nigga, if you wanna go after Bishop I ain’t gonna stop ya. I don’t have any beef with you. Besides, you were running this shit better than him anyway. You should be the one running shit now.” Damien said to him as he stared into his eyes. Dwayne knew he wasn’t lying and relaxed.

  “I already have something in motion Dame. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to move.”

  “A’ight, I’ll let Irv know what’s up. You don’t have to worry about us. Just make sure you get that nigga.”

  “That’s my word. What about that nigga Papa?”

  “I already told you son, that nigga is dead. You don’t even have to worry about him. That’s my word.” Damien said, giving Dwayne a man hug.

  As ruthless and cutthroat as Bishop was, he still had a taste for the finer things in life. Only the best was good enough for him. You had to be coldhearted growing up in Harlem back in the day ‘cause the streets would eat you alive. Growing up broke taught him that getting money was the only way out of that hell hole. Once he made it out, he knew he would never go back.

  Bishop was dining in his favorite four-star restaurant called Caramello’s in Manhattan with a beautiful young lady named Tanisha. Tanisha was the new arm candy for Bishop since Vanessa disappeared with his money. She was a 5 foot 8 model type girl that had a body that must have been sculpted by Uncle Luke himself. Bishop sat enjoying a meal of rack of lamb and asparagus with a glass of Cristal. Bishop enjoyed showing off his women to the world and spending lots of cash on them. The waiter approached with the bill and Bishop without looking at it, handed him his American Express card. Two minutes later, the waiter returned with a disturbing expression on his face.

  “Ah sir, it appears that your card is not being accepted.” The petrified waiter said to Bishop.

  “What?”

  “Your card is beginning decli
ned at this time sir. Is there another card you wish to use?” Bishop looked at him annoyed.

  “No there’s not ‘cause your gonna take that card and run it again. Understand?” Bishop coldly said to the waiter.

  “Yes sir.” The waiter replied and left quickly.

  “Is there a problem baby?” Tanisha asked.

  “There better not be.”

  A minute later the waiter returns to his table with the manager.

  “Ah sir, your card is still being declined at this time but as a courtesy your bill is on the house tonight.” The manager said, knowing full well whom he was dealing with.

  He handed Bishop back his card. Bishop looked at his platinum card, and then glared at the manager. He was still annoyed at this situation.

  “Would you like any dessert tonight? On the house of course,” the manager offered nervously.

  “No, let’s go.” Bishop said to Tanisha as he got up from the table and left.

  Both the manager and the waiter were relieved that he had left quietly. Bishop had the limo drop Tanisha off at home. This situation with his credit card was more important than entertaining her for the rest of the night. Bishop knew something wasn’t right.

  “What do you mean my card has been canceled? Who authorized that? Well, obviously it wasn’t me if I’m asking you who.” Bishop snapped over the phone at the customer service rep. for American Express. “Well, I don’t know who did, but I want my damn card reactivated!” Bishop yelled and hung up the phone.

  It was about two in the morning. He had the limo drive him back to his mansion in Teaneck, New Jersey.

  Everything was going according to plan for Dwayne. He had Clifford Allen cancel Bishop’s credit cards, and transfer all of Bishop’s funds to his offshore account. Dwayne had Big Mike’s brother Jarrel tail Bishop all night.

  “Aye, it looks like Bishop is heading back home.” Jarrel said on his cell phone to Dwayne.