by Silk White
“Seven thousand dollars?” Jimmy echoed with a raised brow. “Why haven’t you called me?”
“I didn’t want any trouble,” the manager said honestly. “These guys definitely strike me as the trouble-making type.”
“Okay so where are these guys now?”
“All the way in the back last booth on the left,” the manager said with a scared look on her face as she watched Jimmy and Big Foot head towards the back of the restaurant.
Jimmy walked up to the last booth on the left and spotted two Mexican looking men sitting in a booth across from two white chicks who’s breast looked to be the size of balloons. “Good evening gentlemen,” Jimmy said politely. “I was told by the manager that you guys had a problem with the bill?”
The two Mexican men continued on with their conversation with the two white chicks like the men standing in front of their table was invisible.
Without warning, Jimmy snatched the two white girls out of the booth by their hair and violently tossed them down to the floor. The two Mexican men went to get up but stopped when they saw the big cannon that Big Foot had aimed at them.
“Your tab is seven thousand!” Jimmy spat. “Pay it then get the fuck out!”
The Mexican men looked unfazed as they looked at Jimmy as if he was retarded. “You must not know who we are. We are the Ricardo brothers,” the oldest one said like that was supposed to mean something.
“I don’t give a fuck all I care about is you paying your tab,” Jimmy said, he was two seconds away from losing his cool.
The two Mexican men didn’t budge. Jimmy sighed loudly as he spun on his heels. “Excuse me can I get everyone’s attention I’m going to need everyone to head towards the exit!” He announced. It took about seven minutes until the restaurant was finally empty. Jimmy then walked to the back kitchen then returned carrying a wooden baseball bat in his hand. He stared at the oldest for a second then swung the baseball bat with all his might until it connected with the Mexican man’s head making a loud cracking sound as blood splattered all over the wall and windows. Jimmy swung the bat repeatedly beating the Mexican man as if he was a Piñata. Jimmy then turned his focus on the next brother.
“No please I’ll pay,” he said with his hands raised in anI surrender gesture.
“Oooooh,” Jimmy laughed as he faced Big Time. “Now this motherfucker can speak English,” without warning, Jimmy turned and hit a home run with the Mexican’s head. Big Foot laughed as he watched, Jimmy beat the Mexican man to a bloody pulp.
Jimmy’s chest rose up and down as he breathed heavily while resting his arms for a second. “I see you ain’t talking shit now,” he tossed the baseball bat down to the floor. “Call up the cleaning people and have them clean this mess up,” Jimmy said then exited the restaurant. Outside he pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number the phone rung four times before someone finally answered it. “What’s good? Can you get out tonight? A’ight cool meet me at my crib in an hour, a’ight one.”
Big Foot pulled up in front of Jimmy’s huge estate and placed the gear in park. “You gon be alright for the night?”
“Yeah I’m calling it a night,” Jimmy leaned over and bumped fist with Big Foot. “I’ll holla at you in the A.M.”
“But if you need me I’m just one call away,” Big Foot made sure that Jimmy made it inside safe before he pulled off.
Jimmy removed his suit jacket and noticed it had bloodstains on it. “Damn I should go back and kill those clowns again for messing up my suit.” He walked over to the kitchen and poured himself a strong drink as he heard someone ringing his doorbell. “Who is it?” Jimmy yelled when he got close to the door.
“It’s me,” the voice on the other end of the door yelled out.
Jimmy opened the door and looked his guest up and down. “Took you long enough.”
Kelly stepped inside Jimmy’s house and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Sorry baby but I had a hard time getting out of the house tonight. Your brother was on my back like a cheap suit.”
“I don’t know what you doing with a square like that anyway,” Jimmy hated. “When you going to tell him about us?”
“In due time baby,” Kelly said as her and Jimmy shared a long sloppy kiss. Jimmy reached down and felt that Kelly didn’t have on any draws.
“Just how I like it,” Jimmy smiled devilishly as he scooped, Kelly up in his arms and carried her over to the counter where he spread her legs apart and began to slowly kiss on her inner thighs until he made his way up to her clit.
Kelly threw her head back and let out a loud moan as she grabbed the back of Jimmy’s head forcing his face even further into her wetness. The one thing she loved about Jimmy was how aggressive he was, and she loved a man that knew how to take control. When dealing with Eric, she always had to be the one in control and that was a super turn off in her book.
Once Jimmy was done orally pleasing Kelly, he roughly snatched her off the counter and bent her over. “Grab your ankles,” he growled slapping her ass so hard that it left a handprint. “I said grab your ankles now!”
“Yes daddy,” Kelly bit down on her bottom lip as she spread her legs and seductively bent down and grabbed her ankles. She moaned loudly as she felt Jimmy forcefully enter her from behind.
Jimmy plunged in and out of Kelly at a quick and fast pace. He fucked her as if he was trying to punish her instead of please her, he fucked her like the world was coming to an end and this would be his last chance to ever be with a woman again. He grabbed a hand full of, Kelly’s hair and forcefully jerked her head back. “Who pussy is this?”
“It’s yours,” she moaned.
“I can’t hear you!” He slacked her ass.
“It’s yours!”
“I can’t hear you!” Jimmy slapped her ass again but this time even harder.
“It’s yours daddy! Oh daddy it’s all yours!” Kelly yelled.
Jimmy delivered four more strokes, and then quickly pulled out, and spun Kelly around forcing her down to her knees then painted her face with his fluids. “Argh yeah baby you like that don’t you?”
Kelly nodded her head. “Yes daddy.”
CHAPTER 4
KELLY
Kelly pulled into her drive way and killed the engine; she glanced down at her watch and saw that it was 3:15 am. “Shit!” She cursed loudly mad that she let to the time slip away from her like that. She knew sleeping with two bothers was wrong, but it felt so good. Kelly looked down at her phone and noticed she had four missed calls from Eric. She stepped foot inside her home and noticed that it was quiet hopefully that meant, Eric was sleep and she wouldn’t have to hear his mouth until the morning. Kelly entered her bedroom and found Eric sitting up in the bed wide-awake.
“Where have you been?” Eric asked not even bothering to look at Kelly.
“Oh hey baby,” Kelly, said fumbling over her words. “What are you doing up?”
“Where were you?” Eric repeated, but this time in a deadly tone.
“Baby I was at my mother’s house,” Kelly said, spitting out the first thing that came to her mind. “She wasn’t feeling too good so I went over there to make sure she was alright.”
“So you couldn’t pick up your phone and tell me that?” Eric’s asked with a raised brow. “I hop in the shower and when I got out you were gone, then I call you several times, and you don’t answer.”
“Sorry baby my phone was on vibrate and I didn’t hear it,” Kelly lied. “Come here baby,” she grabbed Eric and placed his head on her breast as she hugged him. “I’m sorry baby but when I got the call from my mother I got worried and ran straight over there I promise it will never happen again.”
Eric looked Kelly in the eyes and gave her a long wet kiss. “What’s this?”
“What?”
“You have some white stuff next to your mouth,” he said scratching the crust from off the side of Kelly’s mouth with his fingernail.
“Oh I ate a glazed donut while I was at my mother’s house I
must have got some of the frosting on my mouth,” she giggled then headed to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, Kelly grabbed a washcloth and scrubbed her face making sure none of Jimmy’s left overs were on her face. “That was a close one,” she looked up at her reflection in the mirror and smirked.
CHAPTER 5
DERRICK
“Sure Mr. Alvarez. I apologize, I’ll be over to see you tonight so we can fix this situation,” Derrick said. “And again, Mr. Alvarez I apologize,” he said then hung up the phone. Derrick looked up from his office chair at, Jimmy who on the opposite side of his desk. “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
“Pop it wasn’t my fault all I was trying to do was...”
“Shut your mouth!” Derrick shot to his feet. “You and your hot headed ways are going to bring this family down!”
“Pop I was only doing my job,” Jimmy tried to explain.
“You killed two men over six thousand dollars,” Derrick growled.
“It was seven thousand,” Jimmy corrected him and was rewards with a strong slap to his face.
“You acting like a stupid hot headed nigga!” Derrick spat. “You know the difference between being a nigga and being a Mason?” He continued not giving his son a chance to answer. “A nigga is a person that will shoot somebody for stepping on their shoe, or kill a person over something petty over, something that could of been talked out,” he paused. “And a Mason is a business man, a man with integrity, a man that runs multimillion dollar companies. Son you are a million dollar man and yet you out here killing people over seven thousand dollars; what sense does that make? You have to be smarter than that.”
“I fucked up,” Jimmy said with his head hung low. He was known for taking things to the extreme but even he had to admit that his father was right.
“Those two men that you killed were the Ricardo brothers. Do you even know who they are?” Derrick asked sitting on the edge of his desk.
“No,” Jimmy answered with a dumb look on his face. Truth be told he really didn’t care who the two Mexican men were they violated and got dealt with end of the story.
“The Ricardo brothers were made men,” Derrick explained. “They worked as enforcers for the Alvarez family.”
“Shit!” Jimmy cursed. He knew all about the Alvarez family. They controlled the drug trade in Brooklyn, Queens, and Staten Island. While the Mason family controlled the drug trade in Harlem, the Bronx, and Yonkers. “I’m sorry pop I didn’t know.”
“Start using your head,” Derrick jabbed his finger in the center of Jimmy’s forehead.
“So what now do we go to war with the Alvarez family?” Jimmy asked.
“I have to meet with Joey Alvarez tonight and see if I can somehow smooth this thing over,” Derrick shook his head. He knew something like this wouldn’t be able to be resolved easily, the Ricardo brothers were made men, and made men were considered untouchable. Doing harm to a made man was like committing suicide, if one wanted to harm or kill a made man he needed permission to do so. “Please start using your head out here son your actions can hurt this entire family.”
“I’m sorry pop.”
“Me and your mother worked too hard to get this family where it is today,” he paused. “And I’m not going to sit back and let you ruin it,” Derrick said in a deadly tone.
“I understand pop I promise you something like this will never happen again.”
“Now leave me,” Derrick said in a dismissive manner as he went and sat back behind his desk. Derrick had a lot to think about and didn’t want to be disturbed.
CHAPTER 6
MIKE
Mike sat in the classroom full of detective’s and his fellow officers. The captain had called in an emergency meeting. Mike didn’t know what was going on, but whatever it was, it had to be big. Minutes later, the captain stepped in the room and all the chatter and laughing ceased.
“Good afternoon gentlemen,” The captain began. “I’m not going to keep you all here long so I’m going to get straight to it,” he said as he walked over to the wall and hit the lights, another officer then turned on the projector. On the huge projector screen was a photo of Derrick Mason. “This here is Derrick Mason he’s in charge and controls the drug trade in Harlem and the Bronx, he and his family are responsible for over one hundred murders in the last three years,” the captain paused for a second giving his words a chance to sink in. “As with any monster you hit the head and the body will crumble,” he pointed at Derrick Mason’s photo. “This here ladies and gentlemen is the head.”
“What about the rest of the family?” Mike asked. He wanted to see how much dirt they had on the rest of the family as well.
“Glad you asked,” the captain smiled as he removed Derrick’s photo and replaced it with Jimmy’s photo. “This here ladies and gentlemen is Jimmy Mason the family’s enforcer. From what I hear, this guy is supposedly a real gunslinger and action freak. Whenever approaching him please do so with caution because nine times out of time he’ll be strapped and ready to bang at a moment’s notice,” he removed, Jimmy’s photo and replaced it with Eric’s photo. “This here is Eric Mason he’s the brains of the operation and also the money man. He takes all of the Mason’s family illegal money and turns it into legal money by buying up any piece of real estate he can get his hands on, he’s a very wise man, and good at what he does. Eric has made some wonderful investments for the Mason family over the years, but their run is about to be over real soon because as of today we have the green light to get the Mason family off the streets. Operation shut down is in full affect,” the captain smiled. “Let’s go find some dirt and evidence on the Mason family and get them off the streets once and for all.”
Once the meeting was over, Mike pulled out his cell phone and walked out into the hallway, he slipped a different chip in his phone then sent Derrick a text message that said “666” the code that meant the devil is on the way.
CHAPTER 7
DERRICK
Derrick sat in the back of his Maybach with the curtains closed enjoying a stiff drink. In the seat next to him was his personal bodyguard, a big baldhead man that went by the name Tony. Derrick had no clue how this night was going to play out all he could do was hope and pray that Jimmy’s actions didn’t get a contract put on his head. Derrick sipped his drink when he felt his cell phone vibrating on his hip he looked down at the screen and saw Millie’s name flashing across the screen. At the moment, he didn’t really feel like talking to her, but for the past two weeks, he had been avoiding her calls. “Hey baby,” he answered.
“Hey baby my ass where the fuck you been I know you seen me calling you,” Millie snapped.
“Sorry baby it’s been crazy out here,” Derrick began. “How you been though?”
“I been good, I’m going to need you to send another girl up here with another package. These girls in here been going crazy for this new shit,” Millie laughed.
“Damn you finished that package already?” Derrick smiled. The one thing he knew about his wife was that she was a hustler. Once a month, Derrick had a random chick go up to the jail and drop off a package for Millie; he paid several of the correctional officers not to bother Millie and let her do as she pleased. In returned, Millie charged the girl inside triple then sent the money back home. “You don’t play no games.”
“You know I love money,” Millie smiled. “How are the boys?”
“They’re good,” Derrick sighed. “You know that damn Jimmy is going to give me more gray hairs.”
“How’s my baby, Eric?” Millie asked. Ever since Eric was a baby that was always her favorite. She vowed that she wouldn’t expose him to the family business or any other illegal activities. “You still keeping his hands and record clean?”
“Yes of course you know I would never taint your golden child,” Derrick teased. He knew how Millie felt about Eric.
“What have you been up too?”
“Working my ass off.”
“Like crazy,” Derrick growled as he sipped his drink.
“What about this pussy, do you miss her too?” Millie licked her fingers, spread her legs, and began rubbing pussy lips in a slow circular motion.
“You have no idea.”
“Tell me what you going to do to her when “we” get out of here,” she said in a deep sexy phone operator type voice.
“First I’m going to talk to her, and then I’m going to kiss her. Then I’m going to tie your hands up so you can’t stop me from going crazy on that pussy,” Derrick said in a growl. “Then I’m going to lick her nice and slow, then once you get into it I’m going to stop, look at her, spit on her then lick it all up. I’m going to be slurping on that pussy so loud it’s going to sound like a kid just finished eating cereal and drinking the milk from bowl.”