“You a stupid mutha’fucka Papa Glock. You let some pussy get you open.” Irv said to him.
“Fuck you!” Papa Glock yelled.
“You been coming at me for too long nigga. This is for my nigga Nard. See your ass in hell mutha’fucka.” Damien said to him.
Then both Damien and Irv started to blast him in the chest, making a bloody mess.
BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM!!
Papa Glock’s chest cavity was torn open by the hot slugs. Guests in the motel started screaming and running out of their rooms. Damien and Irv quickly ran out of the room, jumped in the car, and took off. Papa Glock’s body was left lying slumped over, covered in blood on the bed.
28
Long Kiss Goodnight
February 1997
The New York underworld was shaken. This new Flip Set cartel in power troubled the police. It wouldn’t be long before the vultures from the other New York boroughs moved in and took control of the drug flow in Harlem. Dwayne King Smith had other plans. The fact that Dwayne was the one that smoked Bishop soon became almost common knowledge on the streets. With the muscle and manpower of Big Mike and the financial wealth he acquired from Bishop, Dwayne was making his presence in Harlem felt. With Damien by his side, their combination was lethal.
King, as Dwayne was now called, declared open season on anybody looking to move in on Bishop’s old territory, especially the Haitian drug dealers. Damien was the trigger and with Papa Glock merked, they quickly backed down.
“Carlos said the fruit truck is coming in tonight Dame,” King said as they rode through Harlem together in King’s black Bentley. “I need you and Big Mike on point tonight. They dropping it off at the warehouse again.”
“I got it.” Damien said blowing a cloud of chronic smoke out the window. “We need to find a new spot to make the deliveries after tonight.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Just don’t like the vibe out there anymore.”
“You just being jumpy nigga.” King said as he bent the corner.
“I’m for real King. We need to switch up the spot.”
“A’ight, we’ll find somewhere new. You still messing with that chick you met down in Miami?”
“Yeah. Trina’s a good girl. She’s real, ya know? Not like these thirsty ass hoes out here.” Damien said as he passed the blunt to King.
“That’s good my nigga. You do seem to be a lot more relaxed than I’ve ever seen ya, especially after that whole shit with Stacy.”
“Like I said, Trina’s a real woman. Not some gold diggin’ bitch.” Damien said as King parked his Bentley in his private parking spot behind The Blue Angel.
“A’ight, holla at me later Dame.”
“One.” They exchanged dap.
Damien got out of the car, walked to his truck, and got in. He drove out to the NYU campus in the Greenwich Village section of Manhattan. He parked across the street from the campus and waited for Trina to come out. Five minutes later, a crowd of students came out of the building. Damien saw Trina come out dressed in a pair of tight jeans that highlighted her curvy hips and plump ass, and a gray NYU hoodie. Trina was a dime piece. Even when she was dressed down, she still looked sexy with her doe shaped eyes, long eyelashes, nice, full succulent lips, and golden-brown skin. She saw Damien sitting in his black 4-Runner and crossed the street to him.
“Hey baby.” Trina said as she open the passenger side door, and then leaned over and kissed him.
“Hey ma, how was class?”
“Boring as hell. I couldn’t wait to see you.”
Damien smiled, started the truck, and pulled off. Despite everything that had happened with Stacy and him vowing that love was for suckas, Damien couldn’t help but feel something in his heart for Trina. They drove back to his apartment uptown. Trina walked into his apartment, went to the kitchen, and opened the freezer door. Damien just stood and watched this beautiful young lady make herself at home.
“Damien, you don’t have anything here to cook for dinner.”
“I don’t really do that much cooking ma.”
“You’re such a man. Well, I’m gonna have to go to the supermarket and buy some ground beef or chicken to cook tonight. My God Dame, do you even buy groceries? All you got in here is champagne, frozen food, and snacks.” Trina said as she looked through his refrigerator.
Damien walked up behind her, bent her over, and rubbed his crotch on her ass.
“Maybe I just needed to have a girl like you in my life.” Damien said.
Trina smiled, and then stood up and faced him. Damien kissed her lips and he was in heaven. For the first time in his life, Damien made love to a woman. She was the first woman to bring this side out of him. This wasn’t Damien’s usual method of operation with women. Usually it was pornographic sex that he engaged in with females. With Trina, he had made an emotional connection for the first time.
Trina unbuttoned his shirt and put baby kisses down his chest. She felt his hard penis pressing against his pants. She unzipped them, pulled down his boxers, and took Damien into her mouth. She sucked him slowly as she took him to the back of her throat, and then curled her full lips over the head. She found a steady rhythm of going up and down his thick member as Damien moved his hips back and forth. Damien bit his bottom lip in pleasure as he watched Trina suck his hard dick like a lollipop. Soon Damien felt a tingling sensation as he grabbed the kitchen counter and came in Trina’s mouth.
“Ah shit…” Damien let out as Trina made sure she got every drop.
She gently took him out of her mouth and stood up. She smiled proudly at her skills. Then she turned around and walked to towards his bedroom. She turned her head and looked at Damien.
“Are you coming?” She asked him.
Damien smiled and followed her into his bedroom. Damien sat on the edge of the bed as Trina stood in front of him. Trina slowly undressed herself. She slowly pulled off her hoodie, revealing a white halter-top blouse. Trina didn’t like wearing bras because her breasts were naturally perky. Damien felt his dick become hard again as he looked at her beautiful naked body. Trina lay on the bed. Damien climbed on top of her and kissed her breast. His dick was positioned at her opening and Trina held it in her hands. She rubbed her clit in a circular motion making herself wetter. Her warm juices on his dick drove Damien crazy as he wanted to push inside of her, but he wanted Trina to be ready for him.
“Aahh…” Trina moaned out loud as she felt her pussy cream.
Trina then guided Damien’s dick into her canal as he buried himself deep inside her. It was worth the wait as Damien took great pleasure in her wet pussy, stroking her in a steady motion. The force and pressure that Damien put into every stroke made Trina’s eyes flutter as she felt herself cum over and over. Damien rested both of her legs on either side of his shoulders as she gripped on to the sheets. For what seemed like hours, Damien made love to her. Busting that first nut in Trina’s mouth gave Damien more stamina to catch his second until finally Damien felt a tingling sensation in his dick and emptied himself in her.
“I love you.” Damien said as he collapsed on top of her.
His orgasm felt so good he didn’t care what came out of his mouth, but Trina did.
“I love you too Damien.” She whispered back to him as she wrapped her arms around him.
Trina didn’t care if he said it because of his orgasm because all that mattered to her was that he said it.
Later that night, Damien was back on his grind. He was with Big Mike and they were driving out to the warehouse to meet the fruit truck from Miami. It was one o’clock in the morning, and they drove to the warehouses on 81 Willoughby St. There was a bitter chill in the air as snow fell to the ground. The warehouses were in an isolated enough area they could easily find the truck in which Carlos had hidden kilos of weed and ecstasy for King, along with fruit from Miami.
“Man it’s cold as hell tonight.” Damien said as Big Mike pulled up to the warehouse.
“Yeah, let
’s hurry up and get this shit done.” Bike Mike said as he parked the car.
“There’s the truck.”
“Let’s go.” Big Mike said as he popped the trunk and they got out the car.
Big Mike grabbed a crowbar, ran to the back of the truck, and opened the trailer door. Damien grabbed four duffle bags out of the backseat of the car. The driver of the truck got out and joined Damien in the back to help them unload the drugs. Big Mike used the crowbar to open the crates of oranges. He dug underneath to the Ziploc bags of weed. Damien opened the duffle bags and they threw the drugs in.
After they filled the first bag, Damien ran back to the car with it and threw it in the trunk. Then he ran back to the truck and filled the second bag. Damien once again ran back to the car and threw the bag in the back, but was startled by the flashing of red and blue lights.
“Oh shit.” Damien said as he saw three police cars bust through the gates of the warehouse and converge on him.
“Freeze! This is the NYPD! Put your hands in the air and get on your knees now!” A cop yelled through a bullhorn. For a second, Damien considered pulling out and blasting, but realized he was surrounded and out gunned as he looked from left to right.
“Get on the goddamn ground now!” Another cop yelled, pointing a shotgun at his head.
Damien reluctantly obeyed and was rushed by three cops as one of them planted his knee in his back and shoved his face in the snow.
“Get the fuck off me!” he yelled.
“Shut the fuck up! You’re under arrest. You have the right to remain silent asshole. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you at government expense.”
Big Mike and the driver saw the cops and took off running in opposite directions. Big Mike was a husky man but quick on his feet as he ran through the warehouse. Big Mike was running like a runaway slave through the warehouse with the crowbar still in his hand. His heart was racing as adrenaline made him feel like Carl Lewis as he jumped over crates. He kicked open a locked back door, but unfortunately didn’t realize that the police had surrounded the warehouse.
“Freeze!” A cop yelled.
Big Mike flinched back with the crowbar still in his hand, and the cops opened fire. Three cops let round after around go into Big Mike’s body. A barrage of bullets riddled his body until he finally dropped to his knees with his eyes wide open and a mouth full of blood. The crowbar fell from his hand, and Big Mike keeled over dead with 50 bullets in him. It wouldn’t be the last time the NYPD shot a black man 50 times.
As Damien was being put in the back of the police car, he saw the driver of the truck being put in another police car but he didn’t see Big Mike. He thought that maybe Big Mike was able to get away until he saw a black bag on an ambulance gurney and realized that Big Mike didn’t get away at all. The three cops that killed Big Mike were all killed in the line of duty two months later. All shot down. King made sure friends death was avenged.
Damien was arrested and charged with drug trafficking. Damien made a phone call to King and let him know what happened. King got Victor to once again represent Damien in court. The next morning Damien was arraigned in Staten Island Criminal Court. King and Trina were in court, sitting behind him.
“Your honor, my client pleads no contest to all charges.” The judge looked over the case documents.
“Seeing you’re past history Mr. Ruffin, I can’t in good conscious put a man like you back on the streets. You were caught transporting over 300 kilos of ecstasy with marijuana in your possession. The defendant is remanded without bail pending sentencing. Next case.” The judge said and banged his gavel.
Trina broke down and cried.
Damien looked behind him and mouthed to her, “I’ll be alright.”
The bailiff took him away. Damien remained unfazed by the judge’s decision, as he knew he wasn’t going home anytime soon.
29
Down Ass Bitch
May 2004
Seven Years Later
This was the part of the game nobody really talks about. Sure, they see the money, the women, and the respect they can get in the streets, but none of that matters when you end up in here. The fact is that most hustlers, thugs, and gangbangers end up either in prison or in a pine box. Damien always knew he might end up in jail one day, and accepted it as an occupational hazard. Still, it really couldn’t prepare him for the reality of being in prison on Rikers Island. There is nothing worse than having your freedom taken away from you. Being told when to eat, sleep, and shit was something Damien could never really get used to.
The only thing that kept Damien’s head up was the love and support of Trina. Trina was the most loyal girl he had ever known. For seven years, Trina rode for him. What started off as lust for her had now become love. Loyalty meant everything to her, so riding for her man was nothing. They were not allowed to have conjugal visits because they weren’t legally married, but she wrote him love letters every month and visited him every two weeks. As loyal as Trina was to Damien, she was still a woman, and she still had needs. She had a few friends with benefits on the side but it was nothing more than sex. Her heart belonged to Damien.
King and Irv also visited Damien and made sure he had some money saved up for when he got out. Irv and Tia had got married and had a baby girl. Irv told Damien that he decided to fall back from the game in order to be a good father. Damien understood why he did that. Having Trina in his life now, he knew what Irv had at home and envied him. King told him that when he got out that he was going to be his right hand man again. After Big Mike got killed that night, King took over his territory out in the Marcy Projects. Damien knew that a lot had changed out in the streets since 1997, and he was glad King never forgot about him.
After seven years, Damien was finally coming home. Waiting to take him home was no other person but Trina. Tears filled her eyes as she saw him walking towards her. For the first time in a long time, Damien actually felt love for her too, despite swearing never to let himself be open to a woman again. Trina jumped into his arms and kissed Damien passionately.
“Hey ma, you miss me?”
“Yes I did. I’m so happy to have you back.”
“I’m happy to be out here with you ma. You gave me something to look forward to on the outside.”
“I’m give you a lot more as soon as I take you home baby.” Trina said to him in a sexy tone.
“I’m all yours ma.”
Being the first piece of pussy Damien had had in seven years, Trina was his prey. It was nothing but straight fucking from the moment they walked into her apartment. It started on her couch with her sitting, and him on his knees in an armchair position, fucking her deeply. Then he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Damien’s tongue explored every inch of her body, every inch. All his inhibitions were thrown out the window as he sucked, licked, and drank her juices. Trina’s legs trembled as she had orgasms. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore then came his thick and hard 10-inch dick. It felt like it was shifting her spleen out of place when he hit it from the back. Damien pounded seven year’s worth of sexual tension into Trina’s pussy. Even when she thought she couldn’t possibly cum anymore, Damien found a way to keep her cumming until finally he released all of his cum deep in her pussy, trembling in ecstasy from his orgasm on top of her. Damien and Trina spent the next two days fucking each other senseless and making up for lost time.
King planned a welcome home party that Friday night at The Blue Angel. The club had been remodeled since the last time Damien was there. It was a more contemporary design, with large mirrors on the walls and blue fluorescent lights around the bar. There were four platforms where girls could drop it like it’s hot for the men below. But it was the little things that had changed in the last seven years that amazed Damien. The small and slim sizes of cell phones, iPods,
and laptop computers took Damien a minute to get used to. Beepers and pagers were ancient history. The party was packed with women and niggas from the hood.
Damien and Trina came to the party as a couple. Damien was dressed in a Rocawear T-shirt and jeans with the new black S. Carters on. Trina wore a teal Baby Phat wrap dress and dark-brown and gold ankle boots featuring a metallic all over logo signature printed on it. Her long weave was on point, and she wore the sliver cat logo earrings to match her outfit. Even though there were a lot of pretty girls in the club, Trina was confident that she was so fly that no one could fuck with her tonight as she strolled by them with Damien on her arm. The DJ was playing Ja Rule’s Living It Up with Case.
They came up to V.I.P. and saw King with a beautiful woman too. Her skin was a smooth honey-brown tone. She wore a Versace halter dress that contoured perfectly to her shapely body. Trina noticed her metallic gray leather ankle strap wedge sandals that matched her dress. Trina was sure she was the flyest until she saw her.
“Welcome home my nigga.” King said as he gave Damien a man hug.
“It’s good to be home baby!”
“What’s up Trina? I know you happy to have this man home finally.” King said to her.
“I am King. He’s been away from me for too long now.”
“I know what you mean. Yo Dame, you remember Vanessa Wells. This woman has changed my life.” King said as Vanessa smiled at Damien.
“Nice to see you again Damien. I’ve heard about what happen to you. I’m glad you’re home.” Trina eyed her up and down, and already knew she didn’t like her.
“Wow, I never thought I’d see you again.” Damien said to her.
“I was finally able to catch up with Vanessa over in England two years ago.” Dwayne said.
Vanessa gave Trina a conceited smile and Trina rolled her eyes. Damien made a mental note of her lack of respect for Trina, but said nothing about it.
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