Dynasty

by Dutch

  Gloria took his hand to console him. “Listen, Tyquan, the reason I hate your mama ain’t got nothin’ to do with Guy marrying her. Hell, I divorced him! And it wasn’t over her… or I should say it wasn’t just her; it was all the other hers. A different her every time I turned around. That and the fact Guy killed my brother Eddie. The shit was too much,” Gloria confided.

  Ty knew about his father killing her brother, but he hadn’t realized the toll Guy’s womanizing ways had had on Gloria. Ty started to speak but he was interrupted by his cell. He didn’t intend on answering but he checked the number out of habit. It was one he knew well—Karrin’s.

  Chapter 6

  Guy’s Stacey Adams clicked along the tile floor of the apart-ment lobby alongside Eddie’s gators. The lobby was completely quiet except the electric hum of the building and the sounds of Le Chic in a nearby apartment. Guy pulled back the sleeve of his camel hair trench and glanced at his expensive watch. Looking at him, he definitely wasn’t the same man that had walked into Bell’s Bar and Grill over a year ago. Good eating had bulked him back up to his natural weight of 215, and his wardrobe, although not on Eddie’s level, was worth a working man’s fortune.

  He had been Eddie’s driver/muscle, taking Eddie where he needed to go, picking up and dropping off money and delivering messages. He was a gangsta’s gopher, but he was making the type of money black executives in corporate America made weekly.

  The elevator swooshed open, and he and Eddie got on, taking it to the fifth floor. They were in the Bronx to collect a debt. Guy was used to this, having done this over and over again. Everybody wanted to get over and it was Guy’s job to make sure they didn’t.

  “You heard about Nikki’s party on Saturday?” Eddie asked, looking up at the floor numbers.

  “Yeah,” Guy replied, thinking, who hasn’t? Every major hustler in town was looking forward to the event that was sure to be extravagant. It was the only way Nicky Barnes knew how to do things.

  “Well dig, brah, I want you to roll wit’ me,” Eddie informed him, glancing at Guy for a reaction, but Guy kept the poker face.

  Guy knew if he was being invited to the party, he was being introduced to the inner circle. “Cool,” was all Guy replied.

  The elevator opened up on the fifth floor. Eddie and Guy made their way toward 5C at the end of the hall.

  “Who is it?” a raspy woman’s voice called out after Eddie knocked several times.

  “Eddie.”

  They heard the unlatching of four locks before the door opened and a short brown-skinned woman in a housecoat and rollers opened the door.

  “Hey, Eddie! How you doing?” the woman asked, stepping aside to allow the two men to enter.

  Guy could tell she was fairly attractive once she was dressed. Eddie ignored her question and instead asked one of his own.

  “Where’s Daryl?”

  “He’s in the back,” she answered, seeing Eddie was in no mood for small talk.

  As Eddie and Guy walked down the short hallway, the baby on the couch woke up crying. It was if the child felt the negative vibe the two men brought into the apartment. The bedroom door was locked so Eddie knocked.

  “Daryl, unlock the door,” Eddie grumbled.

  “One sec, man, I-I’m comin’,” was heard from behind the door. The shuffling of paper could be heard before the door opened up.

  “Hey-Hey, Eddie man, what’s up?” the scraggly brown-skinned dude named Daryl asked.

  Eddie and Guy entered the room.

  “What the fuck is up, nigguh?! Where’s my fuckin’ money?!” Eddie barked.

  “I-I got it, Eddie man. I know it took awhile but I got it,” Daryl assured him.

  Guy watched the dude closely, keeping his hand close to the .38 stuck in his waist. It was obvious the dude was a dope fiend. He was bone skinny and kept scratching his neck with his free hand while he dug in the dresser. He handed Eddie a wad of cash that Eddie quickly counted.

  “$3,300??” Eddie barked, after counting the short stack. “This ain’t even half my scratch, nigguh!” Eddie threw the money in Daryl’s face hard and money went everywhere.

  “Man… Eddie, please, I’m fucked up in the game! I’ma get my nuts out the sand, I just need—”

  “Guy, teach this nigguh a lesson,” Eddie said dismis-sively. He didn’t want to hear the whining of a grown man. Daryl had been a good hustler until the monkey got on his back. Now he was just a shell of the man he used to be.

  Guy wasted no time tearing into Daryl’s tiny frame with massive body blows that cracked one of Daryl’s ribs on impact.

  “Arghh!” Daryl screamed in agony. You could actually hear the grotesque sound of his left arm breaking.

  Guy beat him bloody and mercilessly until the woman in rollers ran in cradling the screaming baby.

  “Please, Eddie! Please! I swear we’ll get yo’ money!” she begged.

  “Too late, bitch,” Eddie hissed, handing Guy his .38.

  Guy took the gun and looked at Eddie.

  “Kill this sorry muhfucka,” Eddie ordered.

  It had never gone this far before until then, Guy had only been asked to beat nigguhs up. He had put several in the hospital but never murdered anyone for Eddie.

  Guy took the gun, his eyes locking with the woman’s.

  “Please don’t kill him! He all we got!”

  Guy leveled the gun at Daryl’s bloody face.

  “Oh God noooo,” he moaned through swollen lips.

  Guy didn’t hesitate. He squeezed the trigger… then again and again… but nothing came out. Each metallic click made Daryl’s whole body jump and he already had pissed and shit on himself.

  The gun was empty. He turned to Eddie who was smirking. Eddie had to see if Guy was really cut like that. Eddie wasn’t about to be around when a body dropped, but he wanted to see how Guy would handle it. From what he saw, he was more than satisfied. He took the gun from Guy, tucked it in his waist and said, “You see what I’m sayin’? You think I’m playin’? Consider yourself spared, nigguh. Now… get… my… money!”

  Daryl nodded emphatically.

  Guy and Eddie walked out and headed for the elevator. “Welcome to the Family,” Eddie patted Guy on the back.

  The party was held in the Presidential Suite of the Time Life Building in Manhattan. It was definitely an Original Player’s Ball. All the major players were in attendance and the cameras were snapping. Not the paparazzi, the Justice Department. That was the beginning of the Federal observa-tion game, and at the time, many of the player’s didn’t realize how serious it would get in the coming years.

  Everyone came dressed to impress and nobody wanted to be outdone. The jewels blinged from every extremity as the game came out to celebrate the life.

  Guy arrived with Eddie, sporting a dark blue pinstripe double breasted suit and his first pair of matching ‘gators. The dark-skinned beauty on his arm completed his attire like a precious jewel.

  Eddie, always the Harlemite, stepped out in a tailor- made purple double breasted suit and black ostrich boots. His black Stetson was cocked ace-deuce and sported a purple feather. On his left lapel was a corsage and on his right arm was his wife, Theresa.

  Inside the plush site, Guy found himself amongst the game’s elite. Eddie introduced Guy to everyone, including Nicky himself.

  The females eyed the newcomer flirtatiously even while on the arms of other nigguhs. Guy took it all in stride until his eyes fell on Gloria. The vision he saw had him stuck. Her ebony thickness was wrapped in a lavender sequined dress with matching head wrap. Her heels exposed her lickable toes and Guy fantasized about sucking each one, one by one. She was by far the most beautiful woman in the room.

  Since he and Eddie had been spending so much time together, he saw Gloria frequently. But she always had something slick to say or a bad attitude when Guy was around. Tonight would be no different.

  “Where the hell you get that monkey suit from?” Gloria remarked snidely when she made it
her business to walk over to the refreshments table while Guy was over there.

  He started to say something, but Eddie walked up and said, “So how you enjoying yourself, brah? Nicky really know how to lay it down!”

  “Yeah, yeah, it’s real mellow, Eddie,” Guy answered, momen-tarily distracted with grilling Gloria as she walked away rolling her eyes. “Thanks for inviting me.”

  “Naw, brah, you invited yourself. I usually don’t cut into cats so quick, but I knew you was a solid stud from day one. I had to give you the once over, but you proved to be a down blood. Now dig,” Eddie said, putting his arm around Guy’s shoulder, even though Guy was three inches taller. With his drink in his left hand he gestured around the room. “Believe me, baby, this thing of ours is a beautiful thing because it’s organized. Just like the guineas, except we a whole lot betta lookin’!” Eddie snickered, making Guy chuckle. “Look around this room. Every cat with a corsage on their lapels, like this,” Eddie explained, pointing to his corsage, “is a part of the council.”

  “The council?” Guy echoed.

  “Yeah, Nicky’s roundtable. Me… and now you. Now, it ain’t official yet, but once you get the nod, you’ll get your own territory and a kilo of heroin to get on your feet. The way it works is, when it’s time to cop, we cop big. Each member of the council puts up anywhere from a quarter mil to a half a mil. This way we get the best deal from the Guineas. You follow me?”

  “Yeah, I follow,” Guy answered, even though his head was reeling looking around the room at all the council members. He was just realizing the fact that he was in a room full of black millionaires!

  “Did you hear me?” Eddie asked.

  “Huh?” Guy remarked.

  “I was saying, this is a brotherhood, brah,” Eddie told him solemnly, “and we take that oath serious. That way we keep problems to a minimum. There’s a few rules, but the three are, one, you never rat on your brother.”

  Guy nodded. He was too solid to even consider breaking that rule.

  “Number two, no council member can trespass on another’s territory without his permission,” Eddie contin-ued.

  “I got you.”

  Eddie stopped walking and turned to Guy. “And three, which is the easiest to break but least tolerated… never… never can a council member sleep with the wife or woman of another member. The penalty… is death.” Eddie looked Guy in the eyes to make sure he fully understood.

  “I can respect that,” Guy assured.

  “Make sure you do, because I saw how a few of these broads was checkin’ you out. Remember, it ain’t they life on the line… it’s yours. Enjoy yourself while I go find Nicky.” Eddie disappeared, leaving Guy to contemplate the life he was about to embark upon.

  Guy danced with his date and conversed with different members. The night was going well, except for Gloria’s funny looks and snide remarks. But the remark that was the one that broke the camel’s back was when she brushed past him and said, “I don’t give a damn who you think you is, you ain’t nothin’ but a backwoods country motherfucka.”

  Guy’s blood was on sizzle, but he kept his composure, not even allowing Gloria to know he had heard her. But he had and waited for the perfect time to put her in check once and for all. That chance came fifteen minutes later when Gloria went to the bathroom.

  Guy nonchalantly excused himself from his date then followed Gloria out of the room. Nobody peeped the move except Eddie because he always kept a close eye on his sister.

  Gloria was a bit tipsy as she made her way to the bathroom. As soon as she entered, Guy was right behind her. She turned to see why the door didn’t close and saw Guy lunging at her. Before she could scream his massive hand was around her throat, choking the shit out of her.

  “Bitch, is you crazy?! You got a fuckin’ problem?!” Guy snarled, biting down on his bottom lip.

  Gloria tried to kick Guy, but only ended up losing a shoe. She hit at his arms and even tried to scratch his face, but he batted her arms away.

  “Get… yo’… God…aargh!” she struggled to speak, trying to loosen the vice like grip he had on her neck.

  “If you say some mo’ slick shit… one mo’ time… I promise you, bitch, I’ll break yo’ goddamn neck!” Guy hissed, with his body pressed up against hers.

  Just as Gloria began to feel woozy, Guy let her go. Her knees buckled and she leaned against the sink, gasping for breath.

  “Motherfucka you dead!” she gasped in a hoarse voice. “Just wait ‘til I tell Eddie!”

  “I don’t give a fuck what you tell Eddie!” Guy barked, ready to break Eddie’s neck too, if he felt a way. “You talk like a woman but you ain’t shit but a spoiled little bitch!”

  “Nigguh, fuck you! You don’t know me!” she screamed back.

  Despite his anger, Guy couldn’t get over how beautiful Gloria was. Especially now that she was angry. Her nostrils were flared, eyes ablaze and nipples poking hard through her dress. He bent to pick up her shoe then hurled it at her.

  “Now go get yo’ brother, and tell him he better bring an Army if he fuck wit’ Guy Simmons!” he bellowed.

  Gloria quickly retrieved her shoe then grabbed the door knob to exit. Guy grabbed her by the arm.

  “Where you goin’?!” Guy barked.

  Gloria quickly smacked the shit out of him but it hardly turned his head. He was already locked in on kissing her luscious lips. He pulled her to him.

  “Get off—” was all she got out before Guy had her wrapped in his arms and his tongue half way down her throat. Gloria bit down hard on his tongue, but the pain only fueled his passion more. He pinched her nipple through her dress so hard, Gloria had to release his tongue to howl in pain and moan in pleasure. Guy’s hand was already pulling up her dress and grasping at her stockings. Gloria’s struggle against became groping for, groping at his back and neck trying to devour him with her body.

  Gloria had never wanted someone so bad in all her nineteen years. She had wanted Guy since the first time she laid eyes on him, but he seemed to all but ignore her. She wasn’t used to that, which frustrated and intrigued her more. Many nights she had dreamed of just what she was doing now, but she never dreamed they’d be fucking and fighting at the same time!

  “This what you want?! You want it rough, huh?” Guy panted, snatching a hole in her stockings in the crotch.

  “Hm-mmm!” she replied, biting and licking on his neck.

  Gloria felt like she couldn’t stop Guy if she wanted to, the way he was taking control and totally dominating the situation. She fumbled with his belt as he lifted her like she was weightless on to the sink. He already had her dress hiked up above her waist. Gloria was dripping like a faucet as she reached into Guy’s pants. Her eyes popped open like silver dollars.

  “Goddamn, nigguh, is you a mule?!” she gasped, push-ing Guy away from her.

  “What?” he feigned ignorance, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

  In the South they call it being ‘ruint’ or ruptured. In plain English, he had a dick that hung to his knees.

  “Ain’t no way, ain’t no goddamn way!” Gloria cursed, pulling her dress down and scooping her shoe all in one motion. She shot out the door, hobbling on one foot trying to put her shoe on in midstride.

  Guy chuckled to himself. He ran some water over his face and patted his mini afro back in place. He was used to that reaction from women, but he was determined to get Gloria.

  He came back into the room to find Gloria talking to a few couples. She was trying not to be spotted, but once she saw Guy coming her way, her eyes got wide again and she froze like a deer.

  “Get your coat,” Guy whispered in her ear.

  “Uh-uh,” Gloria responded, suddenly sounding like a little girl.

  Guy’s smile never left his face as he gripped her elbow and repeated, “Get yo’ goddamn coat… now.”

  His touch and voice sent shivers down her spine.

  “Oh-oh okay,” Gloria answered.

  Guy escorted
her to coat check then out the front door. As he left, him and Eddie’s eyes met. Eddie smirked, nodded then raised his glass.

  “Guy, please… don’t hurt me,” Gloria whispered as Guy braced himself to enter her. He knew she was talking about more than the intercourse; she was also talking about her heart.

  Gloria felt like her pussy would split in two from the girth of Guy’s dick. It was the most painful pleasure she had ever experienced. She laid spread eagle on her black satin sheets, gripping Guy’s arms as he slowly slid deeper inside of her.

  “Oh, Guy, no more… yes… yessss,” she purred as her pussy got wetter the more he stroked her.

  Guy looked down at her beautiful shapely body, twirling his tongue around each of her chocolate chip nipples that sat erect in her firm C cup breasts. Her pussy felt like pure cream, and it took every ounce of Guy’s willpower not to cum. Gloria had already cum by the time he was eight inches deep.

  “Tell me you can take it,” he whispered in her ear.

  Gloria arched her back and wrapped her legs around Guy’s back. “Y-yes, daddy… awww fuck! I-I can take it!”

  He pushed. Nine … ten… eleven and Gloria’s pussy farted as the air was pushed out of it. The way she was moaning, he knew the neighbors had to be listening.

  Gloria pulled him tighter, panting over and over in his ears, “I love you… I love you… I love you.”

  Twelve… thirteen… then finally the entire fourteen inches slid in, and Guy began to grind his hips, causing Gloria’s whole body to tremble. It felt like she could feel each stroke all the way to her brain as Guy built up momentum with his never ending long stroke.

  “I’m squirtin’, baby, Oh God… I’m squirtin’!” Gloria squealed as her pussy ejaculated like she was pissing.

  Guy was ready to cum too as he placed Gloria’s legs in front of his arms and lifted her half way off the bed.