by Chunichi
Murdock handed me the money as soon as I got in. “Here you go.”
“Eight-five hundred, right?” I tried to confirm, like always.
“It’s all there, man,” Murdock said. “And to show I’m a man about principle, I added a little interest.”
“Thanks, but I don’t need interest, nigga. I need you to pay on time.” I then got out of his car and got back into mine.
“Count this for me.” I handed Jewel the stack of money then pulled off. I watched as her eyes lit up and a broad smile came across her face.
“I don’t count money unless it’s mine.” She smirked.
“Soon enough, baby girl, soon enough,” I said, confident that the time when I could throw her stacks was near.
Minutes later we were back at my crib and comfortable on the couch like before.
“Would you like another drink?” I inquired as soon as we got settled. I already had a mixture of the Hennessy and Hpnotiq in a pitcher cooling in the fridge and ready to pour.
“Maybe just one more,” Jewel said and turned on the television.
We were just in time to watch reruns of The Game on BET.
Ring! Ring!
My cell phone rang as I was making Jewel’s drink. Not recognizing the number, I answered the phone in a fake voice. “Hello?”
“You gon’ die, bitch nigga!” a male voice said from the other end.
“Oh yeah? You know where to find me,” I said in a calm voice. “I ain’t hiding.” I then hung up the phone. I didn’t want to draw any attention to my phone call and take the risk of ruining the mood me and Jewel had set so perfectly.
I’d been receiving those calls off and on since Deebo’s death, and ain’t shit happen. I had been carrying on with life as usual, and ain’t shit jump off. Hell, those niggas knew where to find me if they really wanted some. The way I saw it, niggas was just popping shit, hoping to scare a nigga away.
I returned to the living room and handed Jewel her drink. “Here you go, sweetheart.”
After Jewel finished that last drink, I didn’t even bother to ask her if she wanted another one. I didn’t want to make it seem like I was really trying to get her drunk. Maybe, she was done for the day and night.
I, on the other hand, knew how to hold my liquor and had about five Incredible Hulks with us just sitting on the couch. I was feeling nice and knew Jewel was feeling even better, so I didn’t hesitate to make a move on her. I started by gently kissing her neck and feeling on her breasts. I wanted to put one in my mouth, but no sooner than I caressed her soft, supple breast, she shooed my hand away. Not wanting to ruin the mood and totally fuck things up, I eased off.
“How about a massage?” I whispered in her ear and started to rub her shoulders before she could even respond.
She didn’t resist, so I took that as my queue to keep going. I took my time, paying special attention to each part of her body as I rubbed her from head to toe. Although I was disappointed and nearly had blue balls, I was glad to have gotten this far. I just hoped the next time things would be different and I would be inside her pussy. I knew it was wet and juicy, and I couldn’t wait for a taste. Literally!
Chapter 26
“Sweet Taste of Revenge”
Calico
Weeks had passed, and still no one had heard from Poppo’s little bitch ass. I’d heard he’d gotten into a little beef on the streets and ended up killing the neighborhood bully, Deebo. That shit was a surprise to me. I guess he was really out there feeling himself, trying to act like he was the big man in town. The stories I was hearing about him really had me going. I couldn’t believe this nigga really thought he was the boss. I was convinced he had bucked on me for my money and that was how he had his little come-up. I’d spent each day thinking about how the fuck I was gonna deal with him and was just hoping Deebo’s boys didn’t get to him first.
Bucking on my money was bucking on the Mexicans’ money. And I didn’t have the army to go to war with those niggas. Hell, I was already skating on thin ice, because Touch had fucked me up. I was just getting back in good with these niggas and wasn’t trying to fuck it up all over again.
My first instinct was to just get out of jail, hunt his bitch ass down, and straight kill him, but then I started to think on a whole different level. After pulling a few strings, I was able to get one of his bitches in VA to give him a call on three-way. I finally had the opportunity to holla at that nigga.
Of course, I had to ask him about that shit with my baby mother first. That was a true violation. There is no way a nigga could feel up one of my chicks and get away with it, especially my baby moms. Then I asked about my money, and about the shit niggas was saying on the streets. And, like the bitch I knew he was, Poppo denied it all. He gave me some lame excuse about getting robbed, when it came to the money. He had managed to collect on half before he got robbed though. I made that nigga think everything was all good and there was no beef. Plus, when that nigga found out I had another bond hearing coming up and I was definitely getting out on that one, he straightened his act up. At first he thought I would never see daylight, so he was trying to flex. But when the reality hit that I was coming home, that nigga switched his whole shit up.
Just like Natalia had promised, I went before the judge and got a bond. I gathered my shit up, preparing to be released. A nigga never felt so happy. Two months in jail was way too much time for a cat like me. It took three different bond hearings for me to get a bond. The judge set it at one million dollars, with hopes that I would never get out, but it only took one phone call and one hundred grand, and a nigga was on the road the same fucking day.
Now that I was hitting the streets, it was straight to business. I knew Poppo had to be dealt with. Then I had to get to that bitch Sasha before she got to the witness stand. She was the only eyewitness that had stepped up so far, so without her the Commonwealth’s Attorney had no case.
When they released me, I walked out the gate and saw my baby mother parked outside.
“Hey, baby!” she ran up to me and gave me a big hug and kiss.
“What’s up? I see you really love daddy, huh? You came all the way across the country to get your man. That’s why I fuck with you so hard, Corrin.” I gripped her ass and pulled her close to me, my dick swelling.
“Damn! Looks like you’re not the only one that’s happy to see me,” she said, feeling my dick stand up against her thigh.
“So what you gonna do about that?”
“You’ll see real soon. Get in the car. Let’s get to our hotel.”
I didn’t hesitate to get in the car. Although I was horny as hell and wanted to fuck my baby mother more than anything, I can’t lie, my mind was on other shit. Everything in me wanted to meet up with Poppo so I could give that nigga what he had coming to him.
Corrin drove us downtown Norfolk to the Waterside Marriot, where she’d gotten the room. We pulled up in front and let the valet park the car.
The door on the elevator hadn’t even closed completely before she was all over me. She grabbed me by my hair, which was now loose because I had taken out my corn rolls while in jail. With a tight grip on my hair, she forced her tongue in my mouth, pushing me against the elevator wall.
I wrapped my arms around her and began to kiss her back just as passionately. My dick was so hard, it felt like it was going to explode. I turned around, pushing Corrin against the wall, then pushed my hands inside her panties. Her pussy was hairless, and I instantly felt her swollen clit between her fat pussy lips.
“Ahhhh, baby,” she moaned. “Not in here.” She pulled my hand from her pants.
Ding!
The elevator sounded, letting us know we’d reached our floor. Not knowing if someone would be standing in front of us as the elevator door opened, we both gathered ourselves. When the door opened, I followed Corrin to the hotel room.
As soon as we got in, Corrin started to take her clothes off. I followed her into the bedroom. By the time we reached there, she was co
mpletely naked. I grabbed her naked body and tossed it on the bed.
“No, baby, it’s not time yet. First, you’ve got to get a shower.”
Corrin was tripping.
“Hell nah. You ’bout to give me this pussy. I’ve been waiting months for some pussy, and you gon’ tell me to go take a shower first?”
“Well, I’m getting in the shower. If you want me, you’ll have to join me.” She hopped up and ran into the bathroom.
I followed her in there. When I walked in, she was already in the shower. I ripped the curtain back and looked at her soaking wet, perfect body. Although she’d had two kids for me, her body was still flawless, not a stretch mark in sight. I pulled off my clothes and got in with her.
As soon as I stepped in, she grabbed a washcloth and soaped it up. Then she began to wash my body. From head to toe, Corrin wiped me down, not missing one spot. Then I stepped under the flow of the water to rinse the soap off.
When I turned around and all the soap was gone, Corrin got on her knees and began to suck my dick. I knew I was backed up, so when I felt the need to cum, I let the first one go and busted all in her mouth. Now that I’d gotten the quick one out of the way, it was time to really give it to her. My dick was still hard after I came.
I turned Corrin around and bent her over under the flow of water beneath the showerhead. I grabbed her by the waist and pushed my dick deep inside her.
“Aaahhh, fuck!” she screamed out.
Her pussy was nice and tight like always. Water splashed off her ass as I banged it. The sound and sight of her ass bouncing up and down turned me on even more. Before I knew it, Corrin had reached her peak, and I followed shortly after. Although exhausted, we both washed off one more time before getting out of the shower.
When we stepped out of the shower, room service was waiting on us. Corrin had ordered steak and lobster tail.
“I knew you would want something nice after eating jail food for so long,” she said as she handed me my plate, “so I ordered the best.”
“Damn, boo! You almost make me want to wife you up,” I said, knowing that was what Corrin always wanted.
“That’s what I’m waiting on. What is it gonna take, Mike?”
“Come on, Corrin, don’t start. We’re having a nice time, baby,” I said, not wanting to hear the bullshit.
“Baby, me and the kids need you. This is the second time you’ve gone to jail. What if you don’t get out the next time? What are we supposed to do without you?”
“Man, I ain’t going nowhere. I got shit under control. You worrying for nothing.” I didn’t know why Corrin was so upset.
“See . . . that’s what I mean. You think you’re invincible. Mike, you’re human. You bleed just like everyone else. It’s time to leave the streets. You have money. I can work. I’m afraid, if you don’t get out now, you’re gonna end up dead or permanently in jail.”
“Corrin, chill out.” I kissed her on the cheek then picked up my phone to call Poppo.
“What up, nigga?” Poppo sounded excited to hear from me.
“I’m on the streets, nigga. Come get me from the Waterside Marriot. Call me when you’re outside.” I hung up the phone.
“Who was that?” Corrin was in my face again.
“Poppo,” I said, my mouth full of food.
“Poppo? How the fuck could you even deal with that nigga, Mike? Especially after what he did to me?” She began to cry.
I hated to see her cry. “Baby, that nigga gonna pay for what he did, trust me. I would never let a nigga disrespect you and get away with it.” I hugged her tight.
“Baby, please just don’t get into any trouble.”
“Don’t worry, mama. I’ll be back in Cali with you and the kids before you know it.”
“You promise?”
“Only death could stop me.” I then finished up my food.
Chapter 27
“Unexpected Guest”
Poppo
I’d just gotten a call from Calico to come pick him up. Truth be known, I was kind of disappointed that he had gotten out. I was enjoying being the king and running the castle. But so be it. This just meant I would have to hold true to my word and dead that nigga.
I stopped by the gas station to fill up the car and to grab a six-pack of Heineken for the road. I had a few in the car, but I needed to re-up for the trip. As I walked in, there was a sexy little petite chick that stood at the register. I gave her a smile as I headed toward the freezer to get the Heineken. She smiled back. That’s all the confirmation I needed. I already knew I was gonna holla at her when I checked out.
I heard the lyrics of Soulja Boy’s song, “Turn My Swag On,” blasting from a car stereo outside the store. Shortly after, I heard a commotion at the front of the store. It sounded like a group of rowdy niggas had just walked in.
“What up, sexy?” one of the guys said, obviously speaking to the cashier at the front of the store.
Another one of the boys sang out the lyrics of Soulja Boy’s song. He sounded like he was getting closer to me.
Eager to get the fuck out of the store, I grabbed up the Heineken and headed to the front of the store. No sooner than I got to the end of the aisle, I caught eyes with one of the guys. He stood at the other end of the aisle. I recognized him immediately as one of Deebo’s boys.
We locked eyes, like a cowboy stand-off, and before I could blink, he fired a shot at me. One hit the case of Heineken, busting the bottles and causing them to drop out of my hand.
I dove to the next aisle and grabbed my gun. I met the guy at the front of the store, and we fired shots at each other, as his boy ran out the front door. Moments later, he followed behind him and jumped in the truck. I ran out the door after them.
On the way out, I noticed the cashier laid out on the floor, blood coming from her chest. She had been shot.
I jumped in my car and followed the SUV Deebo’s boys were driving. I got up close enough to them to fire some shots. One shot hit a tire, almost sending the SUV out of control for a second.
I pressed the pedal to the floor, determined to catch up with them. As soon as I got by their side, the driver quickly busted a right turn and ended up losing control of the truck, which flipped over into the ditch.
I pulled over beside them. I saw the driver crawling from the truck and gave him two shots. I was sure that nigga wouldn’t be breathing after that.
With no time to waste, I jumped back in my car and sped off, leaving no eyewitnesses behind. I had to make sure I put those niggas to rest, to let niggas on the street know what was really good. It took shit like that to get a name.
Now that I had a couple of murders under my belt, I was sure I would be respected on the streets. Money, power, and respect was all it took to be the boss. I had the money, and with money came power, and now I had finally gained the respect.
Chapter 28
“Handling Business”
Calico
“Gotdamn! What up, big homie?” I dapped up Poppo. “Take me straight to the A,” I said to him as we hopped in the car.
Once I was in the A, Poppo would be easily dealt with. Then I would hunt down Sasha. If I didn’t take care of Sasha, I knew I may never have a chance to shower, eat, or fuck on my own will again.
“Damn, nigga! You on a mission. You trying to holla at Diablo, or you trying to get at that bitch, Sasha?”
“My main thang is Sasha, but I’m gonna holla at Diablo too. I gotta do something to make up for that dough you fucked up. How that shit happen though . . . on the real, man?”
“Man, I hooked up with some of these other ATL cats. The first go-’round I gave these niggas half of the shit, and everything went straight. Then next time I met up with them to get rid of the rest, these niggas was on some other shit. They straight robbed me, man.”
“What the fuck you doing dealing with them anyway? The plan was for you to deal with Diablo, man.”
“I know, but I could sell it to these niggas for a little more.
”
“Oh, so you was trying to make a little profit of your own. See where greed get you? Nigga, you ain’t ready to be no fucking boss, so stop trying to act like one!” I snapped.
“A’ight, duke.” Poppo ended the argument.
The more I looked at Poppo, the angrier I got. I’d managed to deal with it nearly the entire drive, but that last thirty minutes was killing me. I was ready to take him out. I was just waiting for the perfect opportunity.
“Yo, can you get a Heineken for me out of the backseat?” Poppo whined.
“Yeah,” I replied, realizing this may be the opportunity I’d been waiting for.
In jail, a nigga can get anything he wants. I was lucky enough to run into this dude that mixed up a number of prescription meds to make this drug that paralyzes a person for at least six hours or so. It was the jail version of the street drug “Special K.” Special K was actually a drug used to tranquilize cats.
I popped open a Heineken for Poppo and put in a little bit of the drug and handed it to him. Pretending like I was actually concerned about Poppo drinking and driving, I suggested I take over the driving from that point.
“Man, I’ve been locking shit down while you were gone,” he bragged.
“Oh yeah? How the fuck you lock shit down?” I knew this nigga was a little bitch and didn’t have the balls to put a city on lock.
“Nigga, I knocked off Deebo. Niggas thanking me to this day. That nigga was going around taking niggas’ money and drugs and shit. Ain’t nobody have the balls to stand up to that nigga. But I ain’t back down. Instead, I made that nigga lay down.”
“Yeah. I heard about that shit when I was locked up. I wondered what the fuck was going on.”
“Nigga tried to bitch me out during a dice game, so I had to let that nigga know. You know what I mean?”
Poppo was going on like he really was the man on the streets.
“Right, right,” I said, making him feel a little good.