Tammy’s birthday was June 8th and I wanted to do something very special for her, so I started looking into how to make that happen. At this point, we were moving at least twenty-five kilos per month and things were running smoothly. Tyrone was out of school for summer break and he rented a house on the outskirts of Highland Springs so he would be close to the action. He still had the ‘91 Jetta, but he also had a ‘93 burgundy Lexus LS 400 with ski racks on it. I schooled him on ways to put his money into things that would make him more money in the future. However, it’s hard to tell a twenty-one year-old black man anything when he’s making about $80,000 per month. I do think he listened to me though. He saw the examples that I was setting and he knew that I was making more money per month than his $80,000, so he knew he had to take my advice to get like me.
Finally the morning of June 8th arrived, and it was Tammy’s birthday. I had a gourmet breakfast prepared by a chef from the Radisson hotel. The chef prepared all the food in our kitchen, I just had to pay extra. I also had two Asian massage therapists at our condo well before Tammy awoke.
Once she woke up, I led her to the bathroom where I had some rose petals in the tub with her bath water. I sat on the edge of the tub and gave her the best sponge bath of her life. She always bought Yankee candles, so I had five of them burning throughout the condo. After I dried her off and put her robe around her, I led her to the dining room. The chef had prepared the table with two menus. As we sat down, the chef brought out two orange juices with mimosa. We ordered breakfast and Tammy was speechless. I knew everything would be overwhelming to her, but she deserved to be pampered.
After we ate, the two Asian’s converted our upstairs loft to a massage area. I led Tammy upstairs and she laid down on the massage table. Then the two Asians proceeded to massage every part of her for two hours. By the time they were finished and she got dressed, I had a limo waiting outside for us that took us out to the air field in Suffolk. A helicopter was waiting on us and I could see the tears welling up in Tammy’s eyes as we pulled up to the helicopter. All she did was continually kiss me and look me in the eyes. We flew out and landed in an open field in Gloucester County.
As the helicopter flew away, an older man controlling a horse and carriage picked us up and took us on a ride to the top of a large hill that overlooked the Chesapeake Bay. The view was breathtaking. On top of the hill was a flat surface with a large blanket spread over it; strawberries, whipped cream and rose petals covered the blanket. I also had one bottle of Moet on ice sitting on the corner of the blanket.
We laid on the blanket, and the horse and buggy left us alone. The only thing out there with us was nature. I slowly undressed Tammy as I kissed her all over her body. Once she was totally nude, I took all of my clothes off also. The rose petals felt softer than those $3,000 mattresses we’d bought from Haynes. I slowly fed her the strawberries after spraying whip cream all over them.
After teasing her with a few more strawberries, I sprayed the whipped cream on all of her toes, up the inside of both legs, on her nipples, and all over her perfectly shaved pussy. I lifted her foot to my mouth and seductively started licking the whipped cream from in between each toe. I was careful to get every bit of whipped cream off of her feet. As I licked and sucked her toes, I massaged the middle and back of each foot.
Tammy had her eyes closed and the small of her back arched up as I licked my way up the inside of each leg. Just before I got to those juicy pink pussy lips of hers, I stopped and moved up to her beautiful, hard nipples. She opened her eyes when I stopped licking just before I reached her pussy. Once I started giving her nipples the attention they needed, she closed her eyes, and went back into a daze.
As bad as I wanted to, I didn’t touch her pussy at all until I knew she couldn’t wait any longer. Her hand was moving towards her own pussy, so I knew she couldn’t take anymore. I slid down and gently made circles on her clit with my tongue. She grabbed for my head immediately but I pushed her hands to her side.
Every now and then, I slid my tongue straight down her pussy and separated those swollen pussy lips until they slapped back together with a wet smacking noise. She started reaching for my dick, but I kept moving her hand so she couldn’t reach me. I used both my hands and spread her wet pussy apart as I concentrated on making her lose control. After about fifteen minutes of direct stimulation to her clit, she could take no more. She exploded with a shake that damn near scared me as she clutched on to the sides of my head.
She laid there and shook for a while, then she pushed me away and curled up in a ball. She looked gorgeous curled up naked on top of hundreds of rose petals. I crawled beside her and pulled her to me as I kissed her gently on her lips. A few tears were running down her face as I told her happy birthday. I laid her back, crawled on top of her and slowly slid inside her extremely wet pussy.
We kissed and made love for what seemed like eternity. When I finally came, I tried to push all the way up in her stomach. After we laid together for about an hour, we toasted one another with the two glasses of Moet. The man with the horse and buggy arrived ten minutes after we finally put our clothes back on. He took us about a mile farther than where we’d been dropped off by the helicopter, and the limo driver was waiting as planned to take us back to the condo. On our trip home, Tammy kept telling me how this had been the best day of her life. She told me she loved me for a while and that she would do anything in the world for me. We went home and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The next morning I called Tyrone to see how things were going in Richmond but he didn’t answer the cell. I left a message for him to get back at me ASAP. Tammy had an appointment with the owner of a laundry mat near Lakeside Drive in Grafton, so I rode with her. It was a great location in Heritage Square off of Hwy 17 and there were at least thirty machines inside. The owner wanted $35,000 for everything, plus he’d set up a payment plan if we didn’t have the whole $35,000. We decided it was a win-win situation, so we worked out a contract with him. We put down $9,000 and set up a plan to pay $1,000 per month for a little over two years. The laundry mat averaged between $4,000 and $8,000 per month, so he was only selling because he was moving back to the west coast. The rent for the space was $1600 per month, with utilities included, so it would be a positive cash flow investment. Trey had taught me to look for that in all investments.
Tyrone finally called me back later that day while Tammy and I were at the gun store. He said that he’d slept in because he’d been out late. He wanted me to come see him at his house outside of Highland Springs as soon as I could. He didn’t sound like himself, but I thought that may have been from a hangover. Tammy and I were leaving the firing range, so I decided to jump on the highway from Mercury Boulevard and go see Tyrone that way. I usually didn’t bring Tammy on these business trips, but I was only going to Tyrone’s house to talk a little business. It didn’t take but forty minutes for me to get to Highland Springs in the BMW.
I called Tyrone again when we were pulling up, but he didn’t answer the phone. That was odd, because both his cars were parked in the driveway. Tammy didn’t like the look on my face, so she immediately told me to go with my gut feeling. As she spoke, she started loading the clip of her P89 Ruger, I already had extra clips loaded for my Desert Eagle. We both put our weapons in our holsters and she jumped out of the car before me. When I stepped out of the car, Tyrone cracked his front door and said he’d been in the shower when I called. I noticed that the front door only opened enough for Tyrone’s head to peek out, so I grabbed Tammy and told her to wait in the car. She wasn’t going for that idea at all, so I told her to get behind me and be cautious.
Tyrone left the door cracked open, so when I went to push it completely open, someone kicked it into my face and knocked me backwards. My nose was in so much pain, all I could do was curl up and grab it as I screamed. Moments later, all I could hear were shots being fired, but I didn’t know who was shooting or what they were shooting at. By the time I could open my eyes and see
what was going on, the shooting had stopped and someone inside was screaming uncontrollably. There were holes all over the front door. Tammy reached in my holster and grabbed the Desert Eagle. I watched as she crouched down and pushed the door open. Tyrone was on the floor holding his ass and someone else was also on the floor; but they weren’t fortunate enough to be able to scream. I finally got up and dragged myself into the house, only to see that someone had taken about ten bullets from their head to the gut.
Tammy asked Tyrone was there anyone else in the house and he said no. From the looks of things, Tyrone had been shot in the ass at least twice and he was bleeding quite a bit. Tammy’s mind was working in overdrive as she walked through the house looking around with that big ass Desert Eagle. I started asking Tyrone what happened, and the first thing he said was that I’d shot him in the ass. My nose was starting to bleed heavily and I was in no joking mood, so I asked him what happened one more time with a very serious tone. Before he could respond, Tammy told him that she was the one shooting, but Tyrone didn’t look convinced. Finally, he got down to the real story.
The guy that was on the floor dead was someone named Brian from Highland Park. Evidently, Tyrone had been making a lot of trips to Highland Park in his Lexus, drawing a lot of unwanted attention. Brian AKA “B” was a part-time hustler and full-time stick-up kid. He had approached Tyrone before about buying some cocaine from him, but Tyrone had told him he didn’t sell drugs.
Today, after Tyrone made his regular delivery to Highland Park, Brian approached and got in the Lexus with him. Brian pulled out a .9mm Beretta and made Tyrone drive him to his house. Brian went through the house, didn’t find any drugs, but he got about $12,000 cash. He told Tyrone he’d kill him if he didn’t call his connect and get him to the house ASAP. That’s why Tyrone sounded the way he did when he called.
When Tammy and I pulled up, Brian looked out the window and could only see that I was in the car. After I pushed the door, Brian kicked it into me anticipating that it would catch me off guard so he could get me in the house. Tammy immediately emptied sixteen shots into the front door from her Ruger. Brian had had Tyrone at gunpoint, but had moved in front of him to kick the door. When Tyrone turned to run, he’d been hit twice in the ass by two of Tammy’s bullets that missed Brian. Tammy brought me a rag from the kitchen to hold over my nose so the blood would stop. The blood from my nose had dripped on my clothes and t-shirt but not on the floor, which was a good thing, considering the circumstances. The closest neighbor to Tyrone was about a fourth of a mile up the road, so we didn’t have to worry much about anyone seeing exactly what happened. We came up with a story for Tyrone to tell the police and then we checked to make sure nothing could trace Tammy and me to the house. The cell phone I’d used to call Tyrone was the prepaid phone that was registered in a fake name, so I knew I had to get rid of it.
The new story that the police would hear from Tyrone was that someone obviously followed him home and as he was going in the door two men with guns approached. The first one put a gun to his head and pushed him inside. Tyrone immediately turned and started fighting the guy that had the gun to his head and he was able to knock the gun away. The second gunman was trying to get into the front door when the weight of the first gunman knocked him back outside. The gunman outside began firing into the door and then fled the scene in whatever they’d come in because he must have panicked once he got hit by the door. I told Tyrone not to try to reach me for a few days and to make sure he called from a payphone or his mother’s house once he got out of the hospital.
We left Highland Springs and Tammy drove back to Hampton while I continued to nurse my aching nose. On the trip home, Tammy was cool as could be. I was starting to think I had a psycho or something with me. She had just shot two people, killed one and had seen more blood than a doctor that performs autopsies. Yesterday she was a fragile, beautiful, exotic female celebrating the birthday of a lifetime, and today she was the calmest killer that I’d ever seen anywhere. I decided not to talk about it on our ride home, but there were definitely some things we needed to discuss in the near future.
We got home and both of us headed for the shower. My nose was killing me, but the bleeding had stopped. After our showers, I decided to break the ice and say something. Tammy was wrapping her towel around that beautiful silky hair of hers and I asked her what she was thinking about. She said she was worried that something may happen to me if we didn’t start to pull away from the drug game.
We had a few hundred thousand in cash and we’d just invested in a laundry mat that would bring us thousands every month, so I told her to give me six months and we’d be completely out of the game. Her spiritual side kept her in deep meditation at times, but I would have never guessed she wanted out of the game after what I’d seen that day. She went on to explain that the reason she’d reacted the way she did at Tyrone’s was because she’d feared that I would be killed. She came over and kissed me gently on the lips and said that she could never imagine life on Earth without me. We were young, but it seemed like we had already lived a lifetime. I told her to keep looking into business opportunities for us to get into, so our transition out of the drug game would be easier.
The next day, I decided to go to Bethel Manor to visit my parents, who I’d only seen on a few occasions over the past year. My father was home, but my mother was at church. My family had been telling me that my mother was getting deeply involved in a church in Newport News that no one really knew about. Although my pops was cool, I never went around him and my mother with a lot of money or driving fancy cars just out of respect. I’m sure my father had heard things, but he never said anything to me about it. I always drove my Sonata to my parents’ house, unless I knew they weren’t there. While I was there, my father reminded me about my brother’s graduation the following week on the 17th of June. He also told me something that caught me off guard a bit before I left. He said that Isaac had been coming to pick my brother up quite a bit in the last few months. Andre and I were close, so for him not to tell me that he was hanging out with Isaac was troubling to me. I decided to stop by Isaac’s parent’s house on my way back to Derby Run.
Isaac had a younger brother named Sherrod that always stayed around the house playing in the yard. Sherrod was twelve years-old and he had a fascination with lawn mowers. I pulled up to the yard and got out to ask him where his brother was. He told me that Isaac had moved out about a month ago and that he lived in Four Seasons now. I thought that was very ironic since those were the same apartments we used to vandalize over seven years ago. He also told me that Isaac had just bought a brand new black Acura Coupe.
After hearing that, I definitely didn’t like the fact that my brother was hanging with Isaac, because I knew that McDonald’s was only paying $4 an hour at the time, so he had to be doing something to afford a new car. Too many thoughts were running through my mind, and I got Isaac’s new address before I headed back to Derby Run.
Tammy was reading through the newspaper when I walked in. She had on one of my old Tabb High t-shirts along with some black lace thongs. My mind started racing back and forth as my focus jumped from thinking about my brother to about how bad I wanted to be inside of Tammy right then. Over the past couple of months, she’d found ways to tease the hell out of me until I begged for her pussy. She would see me staring at her from across the room, and then she’d start slowly playing with her pussy. Most of the time she didn’t wear panties in or out of the house; I think it was a foreign thing. She knew it drove me crazy when she played with her pussy, so it wasn’t hard for her to get my attention.
Today though, she didn’t look up from the paper as I walked to the kitchen. When I went to throw some trash in the garbage, I smelled something sour, and there was vomit all over the inside of the trash bag. I asked Tammy was she sick and she said her stomach was upset from something she’d ate. I decided not to bring up what was going on with Andre at that time or what I was thinking regarding Tyrone.
The next morning I decided to head to Norfolk to find Andre a gift for graduation. It was after 11 am when I left the house, but Tammy was still asleep, which was unusual because she always got up with the sun to meditate in the morning. I was going to Military Circle Mall to find a nice watch for Andre, so I let Tammy sleep, jumped on the highway and headed towards the Hampton Roads Bridge Tunnel. My cell started vibrating before I merged onto 64E off Magruder Boulevard. It was Rodney and he wanted to let me know that he’d heard some news about my place being broken into.
He told me that two females who’d left his party early that night said they’d been walking back to their apartments when they saw two guys running from in between my place and my neighbor’s place. They didn’t think anything was crazy until they saw the same two guys getting into a white Jetta that happened to be parked in front of Subway on the corner of Coliseum Drive. One of the females was Carla’s sista, and she told Carla to inform Rodney of what she saw. Since Rodney had been busy a lot lately, he and Carla hadn’t kicked it much so she finally got the chance to tell him yesterday.
I asked him if they described either of the guys, but he said the only thing they did remember was that the car had a VCU sticker on the back window. I almost crashed the BMW when I heard him say that. I thanked him for the info and told him I’d be getting with him soon. He let me know there was a big party Friday night at the Holiday Inn on Mercury Boulevard and I told him I’d try to make it if things worked out.
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