“What?” Huntley asked. “Do you know who I am?”
“A vic right now, baby boy,” Claire answered.
“You fucking bitch…” a confused Nicole shouted.
“Shut up, bitch, before I blast you.”
“Go ahead, I dare you,” Nicole shouted. “I know plenty of gangsters…” Nicole said.
Candace took aim at Nicole and fired, silencing her. Nicole’s lifeless body fell in a heap.
“I mean shut your fucking mouth!” Candace said.
“Oh shit, Candace, are you crazy?” Claire shouted.
“I ain’t like that bitch anyway,” Candace said.
While the girls were distracted, Huntley ran off, trying to escape. Claire fired, hitting him twice as he headed for the door. Blood oozed from his head. Doug jumped and attempted to run.
“No you don’t,” Candace took aim.
“How’d you want it?” Claire asked him.
The sisters took deadly aim at Doug’s melon. He suddenly dropped to his knees and raised his hands.
“Oh please, don’t kill me!”
“Where’s the money?” Candace asked.
He removed a knot from his wallet and threw it to Candace.
“You’re trying our patience. We talking bout the stash behind that Japanese painting.” Candace flashed the nine and sweat beads flooded Doug’s face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout? You stupid bitches better take that money and run. You’ve already got two murders. I won’t press any charges if you take that. There’s over a thousand dollars…”
Candace pointed the gun. Doug held his breath. “Tell us the combination or I’m gonna shoot holes in your fucking head, wise-ass.” A few seconds passed before Doug opened his eyes. He knew this was beginning of a twisted macabre. Urine flowed freely when he heard the click.
“It’s upstairs in the bedroom. I know the combination,” he hastily shouted.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Candace asked.
“No, it…” he began and eventually nervously released the information they wanted. Then Claire came up with another demand.
“Give it to me backwards, asshole,” Claire demanded.
“Go to hell you black bitches!”
A blast to his dome splattered Doug complaints all over the wall. The pair of femme fatale cautiously went upstairs to the bedroom. They took stacks of cash from the safe.
“There’s gotta be over half a million here,” Claire announced.
“Hmm, good,” Candace nodded.
She made a call to Jacque and ate candies as they waited for him. Forty-five minutes later, a black Benz rolled to a stop outside the driveway. A dark skinned man, his eyes covered by shades, stepped out and rang the doorbell. Candace answered the door and Jacque walked inside carrying suitcases of money.
“We got over half million,” Candace said.
“And three stiffs,” Jacque reminded. “You’re all bugging guys. Now y’all gotta lay low until we’re able to leave town for awhile. I gotta get someone to come and clean this shitload of a mess y’all made.”
“I agree with that,” Claire said as they headed out.
CHAPTER 7
Claire and Candace slammed the door of their black Range Rover. They passed a group of thugs pitching drugs in front of the building.
“What’s up? This da Bronx, we friendly up here, ma,” one hollered.
“Cool, ain’t nothing much,” Claire answered.
“What’s shaking ma?”
“Same ol’,” Claire said trying to appear friendly without being weak.
“So what’s up with me and you, ma?”
“Negro, please…”
They verbally sparred for a few rounds. The sisters wore wigs and were made up to look different but problems on the streets could bring unnecessary attention.
“You be acting like a dude. Don’t let me have to hit you like a dude.”
“You talking smack but you know you can’t handle me.”
“Pull down those pants and I’ll show you sump’n.”
“Ahight, but if I do you’re gonna have to lick my shit,” Claire said and all the other fellows along with Candace started laughing.
“She shitted on you man.”
“Damn, you ain’t had to diss me like that.”
Claire and Candace immediately walked away. They had to get away but were awaiting the word from Jacque.
“I wish Jacque would hurry up and get us out of town,” Candace said.
“Me, and you both… Living life like this sure stinks,” Claire deadpanned.
“We’ll call that nigga from a landline,” Candace said as they entered the building.
They walked up the stairs and found Jacque and another man upstairs waiting for them.
“I let myself in and saw you from the window. Where’d you go? Lay low means no-show. It doesn’t mean going anywhere even if you’re wearing wigs…”
“Okay Jacque, save the lecture and just tell us when can we get out of town.”
“I currently have the floor. Where did you go?”
“We were bored and went to the movies. We’ve been cooped up here for a week now.”
“That’s how things have to go for now…”
“When are we leaving town?” Candace asked.
“Sit, we gotta talk,” Jacque said. “Oh by the way you remember Sean? My best friend from school… He’s here to help us.”
Drinks were served and a couple rounds later, Claire and Sean immediately hit it off. They talked about his time in jail for a jewelry heist he was involved in. The caper had earned him three years in jail. He did a two year bid upstate and had become chiseled physical specimen. Sean was out on parole and enrolled in college while working on construction team.
“You’re way better looking now than you did in high school,” Claire remarked, feasting her eyes on his muscular physique.
“Enough of this flirting already,” Jacque interrupted.
Jacque explained that Sean would drive one transport car to Florida, and the rendezvous points where they would switch cars. Jacque would drive another car. His people would pick up the Range Rover. When all the plans were made, the girls quickly packed overnight bags, ready to go. Jacque wanted to relax and injected music into the set. The drinks flowed. After another hour, Candace slammed her glass.
“C’mon, I’m ready to roll out,” she said. “At some point, somebody should stop and get some more drinks.”
“I’m with that Candy,” Claire chimed.
Claire and Candace headed for the front door. Just before leaving, Claire turned around.
“Sean, I want you to ride next to me,” she requested.
He smiled. They looked deep into each other’s eyes.
“I guess you ride with me Candace. Let’s roll,” Jacque said, opening the passenger door.
“Hooray for chivalry. Two pussy points,” Candace laughed. Jacque let his hand brush across her breast.
“Don’t be starting nothing, you can’t finish,” Jacque said coyly.
“Jacque, you know you want this pussy. But we like fam, boy.”
“Why you think I’m going for the pussy? It ain’t like…”
“Ain’t that what all men want from women, Jacque? You’re no different. You know you’re a sex maniac. You want my chocha,” Candace smiled wryly.
“Candace, you gotta stop that thinking like that. It’s bad for your nerves, girl.”
Jacque pulled off and stopped short behind the small compact Pontiac that Claire and Sean were getting into. Both rental cars were joining traffic.
“Always check before you make your moves, Jacque,” Candace warned.
Taking his eyes off the road, Jacque looked at Candace and smiled.
“Oh, you think I can’t drive, that’s what it is?” he laughed.
“Look out!” Candace screamed.
Jacque quickly hit the breaks, coming close to rear-ending the other car.
“What the hell?” Jacque screamed.
“Huh uh huh… I was saying, look before you leap,” Candace said.
Jacque sighed. He saw Claire getting out of her car, and walking back toward him.
“Are you alright, back there?” she asked with a smile. “Take care of my sister. We ain’t got time for amateurs.”
“I got it,” Jacque said.
“I don’t know about you two back here.”
Claire ran to the lead car and got in. Sean drove off. Through the rear window, their silhouette suggested they were kissing.
“Will she get her tongue from out his throat so he could see where he’s going?” Candace yelled.
“You’re just mad because, she chose him first. That’s what it is, right?” Jacque asked.
“Jacque, even if it is this is family biz. You stay out of it,” Candace said to Jacque. She smiled. “What, you think I’m jealous over your silly best friend from high school? If that’s what you think…”
Candace felt the Chevy took off with power, snapping her neck back.
“I better put my seatbelt on,” she said.
“Yeah, bitch buckle up. Put your seatbelt on, before you catch a whiplash.”
“Jacque you’re such a…” her voice trailed.
Jacque laughed and steered the car onto the highway. Candace lounged in the passenger seat, enjoying the rush of wind. She eventually dozed off. After about two hours of driving, she awoke.
“We’re not there yet?” Candace asked impatiently.
“No, we’re still on a Sunday drive, behind them lovebirds,” Jacque fumed.
“Jacque, how much do you know about your boy? I mean he’s been locked up, and you haven’t really seen him in a long time.”
“I knew you were gonna ask about that,” Jacque said.
“Well…?”
“He did three years. Ah hmm lemme see two years and he just work out and read books. I know that…”
“What is he into, Jacque?”
“C’mon Candace, ease up. Stop being so overly jealous of your sis…”
“Jacque, we’ve all known each other since we were kids and this guy goes away and comes back out of the blue…”
“Yeah, and…? People go to jail all the time and they come back out too,” Jacque said with sarcasm.
“You don’t know my sister the way I do. She falls deep, hard and long in a hole of love.”
“She’s toying with him… Can’t you see that?”
“Yeah but I know a different Claire, who becomes attached easy and will get ga-ga over him. And you know what happens when she becomes obsessive.”
“All I know is that he was caught selling and did some years. He used to deejay and hustle coke in the clubs. He’s in school and working construction and I’m helping him get back on his feet. So what’s your fear?”
“I’m looking out for my sister, that’s all. I don’t want her to be hurt by no jerk.”
The ride down south continued. A few hours later Jacque turned into a parking lot of a motel. He parked the car and stretched.
“This place looks like a good place to chill for the night…”
“Not the parking lot, Jacque. Please let’s get a room with a Jacuzzi,” Candace suggested.
“You’ll be lucky if we get cable,” Jacque joked.
He came back having secured two rooms, side by side for the night. Candace and Jacque walked arm in arm, heading for their room. Claire and Sean were already inside and Claire was already all over Sean’s brawny build. She tore into his flesh like a hungry cat feasting on a kill. Candace could hear the sounds of ecstasy. She raised her eyebrow, walked outside and Jacque smiled when he heard her knocking on her sister’s door.
CHAPTER 8
Candace walked into the room and sat down. She watched as Claire kissed Sean deep.
“I want you,” Claire said, slipping her tongue into his mouth.
Candace eased back in a chair next to the bed as her sister locked lips with Sean. He looked at her uncomfortably but returned the kiss with passion. He ran his hand over her thighs. She held him back when he tried opening her blouse.
“Be easy,” she said biting his lower lips.
Claire laughed and flirtingly touched his cheeks. Sean was submissive. He was under the spell of her seductive power. Claire straddled Sean and helped him out of his shirt. He held her close as she kissed and fondled each of his nipples. She teased him, her tongue licking his lips. He arched his back when Claire sucked on his earlobes.
“I’m kind a ticklish there,” he laughed with a hint of embarrassment.
“Hmm, better not let me find out where your weak spot is baby boy,” Claire said, kissing his lips. “It’ll be our little secret,” Claire winked.
Candace saw Claire straddling Sean.
“Did you remember the drinks?” Candace asked.
“Hmm, oh my Candy, I’m sorry. We got some, it’s over there, but after you take a look at all this.” Claire raked her fingernails over Sean’s hard chest.
“He’s a big one…” Candace said and left to mix her drink.
By the time she returned, Claire was already sucking Sean’s nipples. His body was sprawled across the bed. Claire kissed him all over and she reached down, massaging his crotch.
“You better be careful, he’s ready to explode,” Candace said.
“Come on.”
Claire pulled Sean to his feet. He dutifully followed. Claire held him by the waist, and turned to her sister. “Are you getting some of this?” she asked, spanking Sean on his tightly muscular rear end.
“I guess…” Candace yawned.
“Oh my God, the both of you…?” Sean said with a smile, his erection blooming in anticipation. Candace walked up closer to him. She whispered in his ears.
“Don’t get it twisted. I’m only here for the show. So you better perform well and don’t act like you scared of the pussy,” she smiled, following her sister and Sean into the bed.
Claire pushed Sean on his back on the bed. She pulled his jeans off, turned to Candace and smiled.
“He’s packing,” she said. Candace licked her lips and sat across from them. She saw Claire reached down gently, stroking Sean’s meaty dick. Claire drooled, watching it grow under her gentle persuasion into a long, thick rod.
“Ooh,” Sean moaned, relaxing on the bed.
He closed his eyes as Claire massaged his dick. Candace passed her an extra large condom. Claire pulled his drawers off. In seconds, he was naked. His well proportioned six-two frame had even Candace gasping for air. Sean threw his muscular arms around Claire’s waist and easily lifted her in the air. She coiled her legs about his six-pack and rubbed his huge thighs. His dick shot up toward the ceiling. Sean looked at Candace gaping at him and her sister sex act and smiled.
“I knew y’all were some sick ass sisters…” His voice trailed when Claire kissed him.
She leapt from his arm and Sean grabbed her, but she easily freed herself. His dick proudly protruded vertically, as if it was sniffing the air. Claire pulled out a condom and slipped it over Sean’s purple helmet. She shoved him on his back and mounted him.
“Oh shit!” Sean whimpered.
“I can hear the bitch coming outta him already,” Candace groaned.
“Is she gonna join us or what?” Sean asked, glancing curiously at Candace.
She sat on a chair, eyeing them both like she was watching television. There was no clear expression on her face. Was she enjoying the show? He was wondering and kept staring at her until Claire bitch-slapped his cheeks.
Kissing him roughly, she continued riding his hardened dick. Sean was lost in a world of ecstasy. He started moaning and twisting his head side to side.
“Oh yes, oh baby ah, ah, ah yes, you know what you’re doing… Yes-s-s…!” he whistled.
Claire slid off and in one motion pulled the condom off. Then rubbing his dick with her hand, Sean pleaded for more. “Oh please, oh my, oh my,” he screamed.
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sp; Claire slipped his dick into her mouth and sucked. Sean squirmed and screamed.
“Oh, ah, oh, ah, oh…” he squirted all over Claire’s soft breast.
Candace’s hand was between her legs, manipulating her clit to climax. She took her bra off, held her breast and played with her nipple when she felt the eruption.
“Ah…”
“Had enough?” Sean asked, pushing Claire’s head down.
He stroked her exposed ass and, after grabbing and putting on another condom from Claire’s stash, entered her from behind. Sean was pumping his dick deep inside Claire. He watched Candace with legs spread wide, fingering her soaked pussy while watching them.
The room was filled with echoes of their passion. Claire and Sean pleasured each other. Candace was lost in her own world, her fingers bringing her own sexual bliss. Jacque slept alone. He awoke early in the morning and left to eat breakfast.
CHAPTER 9
Claire was the first one up. She stumbled out of bed. Sean stirred and watched her. He awoke and chased her around the room and his hardness grew. He caught up with her just before she entered the bathroom. The boy-toy dropped to his knees, attempting to shove his face between Claire’s legs.
“Your sex is so good I can’t believe it’s real. I gotta taste it…”
Claire pushed him back and squeezed her legs together, blocking all access.
“Y’all men are the same? Take, take, take…”
“What’s up? You know you make me wanna go downtown.”
“I give this up… You don’t take it, never! Do we understand each other, Sean?”
He nodded and Claire left him on his knees in front of the closed bathroom door.
Candace was awakened by the nonstop ringing of Claire’s cell. She walked over to the leather Prada tote and removed the cellular.
“What…?” Candace answered. “We’re not interested.”
She closed the flip phone and walked into the bathroom. Claire was in the shower. Candace entered with her. “Some guy called for Jacque to pick up new cars. He asked if we wanted guns too.”
“That fool put it on full blast like that over the phone? He’s the one who had us up in the Bronx hiding us out then we get on the road and he exposes us. Jacque’s slipping,” Claire said between applying soap to her sister’s body.
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