Gutta Mamis

by N’Tyse

  “Well, excuse the fuck outta me,” Randi said, playing along. She knew right off the bat that Roni was trying to act hard. She decided to put her in her place. “I thought that you was yo’ own woman, but I see that you ain’t. Maybe I should find me a real fuckin’ woman then! Peace, bitch!”

  Just as Randi knew she would, Roni stopped her. “Wait, baby,” Roni said apologetically. “You ain’t gotta take the shit to dat extreme.”

  “You sure? ’Cause I can keep my black ass movin’,” she said sassily.

  “Come on, baby; you know a bitch didn’t mean it that way,” Roni said with a twinge of panic in her voice. The vodka she was drinking had her so horny, she was practically foaming at the pussy lips. “Tell you what, baby,” she said, starting to slur her words. “Meet me at my place in about thirty minutes and let me make it up to you.”

  “Damn right you will,” Randi sexily said before hanging up in Roni’s face.

  Pumped with excitement, Roni sped home quickly. She hopped out of her whip, ran into the house, up the stairs, and into the shower. While cleansing her body, Roni couldn’t help but smile thinking about Randi. The way Randi made her body feel had her in the sexual twilight zone. No sooner than she had exited the shower and slapped some lotion on her frame, Randi was knocking at the door. Roni walked downstairs, dressed in red stilettos and a matching red thong. When she opened the door, Randi stood there wearing a black trench coat, large sunglasses, and a red wig.

  “I heard someone at this address wants to get their pussy eaten,” Randi said. Her nasty words caused Roni’s pussy to drip.

  “You heard right, baby. Bring yo’ sexy ass on here, bitch.”

  Randi smiled wickedly as she walked past Roni, slinging her juicy ass from side to side. Roni, now starting to feel the full effects of the vodka, quickly strolled up behind Randi and wrapped her arms around her, gently squeezing her tits.

  “Damn! I can’t wait to get these in my mouth,” she said greedily.

  “Let’s have a drink first, baby,” Randi said. “I’m thirsty as hell.”

  Roni didn’t know if Randi would be willing to drink the vodka straight like she had been doing, so she went off to the kitchen to get a couple of ice-filled glasses half-filled with cranberry juice. When she came back, Randi asked her if she had any blunts.

  “Yeah, I got a couple in the bedroom. Be right back, baby.”

  As soon as Roni left, Randi slipped a crushed up e-pill into her glass. Then she poured both of them drinks, making sure that Roni got the tainted one. She took out the mini-recorder that she had brought with her and pressed record. Looking at her watch, Randi saw that she had three hours to execute her plan. When Roni came back in the room, the two women drank and smoked weed for the next thirty minutes. With Roni half-drunk and high as a kite, Randi started asking her questions about her crew. In true drunk fashion, Roni started telling Randi any and everything she wanted to know about their operation. If she couldn’t take the GMBs out, she would take them down, but either way they were gonna pay dearly for the pain they’d caused her.

  9

  After once again blowing Roni’s mind with spine-tingling sex, Randi sat in her whip down the street from Roni’s house waiting for her to come out. She knew from Roni running her drunken mouth earlier that she had to be at Jasmine’s by seven, which is why she made it a point to set Roni’s alarm clock for her. This was going to be it. Her best chance to take down the GMBs. She dialed her accomplice’s cell number and told her that the plan was almost ready to be completed. “She’s comin’ out of the house now. I’m gonna follow her and call you when I get there,” she told the person on the other end.

  Randi pulled out into the flow of traffic and stayed two car-lengths behind Roni. In her alcohol-impaired state, Roni’s senses weren’t as sharp as they usually were. As she weaved her way through the muddled Cleveland traffic, Randi prayed that Roni didn’t get stopped because of her erratic driving.

  When Roni got to Jasmine’s place and pulled in the driveway, Randi continued driving past the house. When she got to the corner, she made a U-turn and parked. Jasmine’s house was about seven houses from the corner.

  With an evil grin on her face, Randi called her house and waited for her voicemail to come on. When it did, she pressed play on her recorder and put her cell phone on speaker so that her voicemail would have Roni admitting to the crimes that the GMBs were committing. After that she called her accomplice and gave her Jasmine’s address. “Oh and just in case something happens to me, there’s a recording on my voicemail that incriminates all three of them hoes. The code is nine-six-nine-three.”

  Randi ended the conversation, grabbed her .380 semiautomatic pistol from her glove compartment, got out of her car, and walked toward Jasmine’s place.

  “Now that’s what the fuck I’m talkin’ ’bout!” yelled Kita as she high-fived Roni. “Get Money Bitch!”

  “Oh, so now I’m ya girl again, huh?”

  “You neva stopped being my fuckin’ girl. I just wanted you to get yo’ damn priorities straight,” Kita said as she counted her cut of the money that Roni had jacked from Dennis.

  “I hope you two hoes ain’t in here arguing ’cause I really don’t feel like hearing that bullshit,” Jasmine said as she walked into the room. In her hands she held three glasses and a bottle of Jose Cuervo Margarita.

  Then she went back into the kitchen and grabbed two boxes of pizza and brought them back into the living room. The three women sat, devouring the pizzas, and talking shit amongst one another.

  “Ahight, enough bullshitin’,” Jasmine finally said. “Let’s get down to business. Roni, I was telling Kita before you got here about a job I got lined up.”

  Jasmine smiled wickedly as she outlined in detail how she planned to set up a meeting with her high-priced lawyer. She was at her scandalous best as she shared how she planned on robbing her, killing her, and incinerating her body. Roni and Kita listened intently as Jasmine told them that the job would net them about eighty thousand dollars apiece. Just from her conversations with Melissa, she knew her lawyer was crazy paid. All three women reached for their guns as a knock on the door startled them.

  “Get that,” Jasmine ordered to Kita.

  Kita looked through the peephole, snapped her head around to Roni, and rolled her eyes.

  “Ah hell naw! The fuck this bitch doing here?” she yelled, looking at Roni.

  Seeing the angry look on Kita’s face and the confused look on Roni’s, Jasmine took charge like a true leader. She walked over to the door, looked through the peephole, frowned, and cut her eyes at Roni.

  “What?” asked a still confused Roni.

  When Jasmine opened the door, Randi walked past her like she owned the place. Roni’s heart sank.

  “Bitch, I know you didn’t just walk the fuck in my house like dat!”

  “Well, well, well,” Randi said, ignoring Jasmine’s comment. “If it ain’t three the hard way,” she said, gazing from one to the other.

  “The name is Get Money Bitches, slut! And since yo ass is intruding on our meeting, you need to get the fuck out!”

  Before Jasmine could say another word, Randi pulled out her recorder and pressed play. Roni was shocked as her drunken voice poured through the device, letting Jasmine and Kita know that she had divulged their business to her lover.

  “What the fuck? How the fuck you gonna tell this bitch about our operation?” Jasmine stared at Roni, shaking her head. She was too disgusted to even talk to her. “The fuck you want from us, bitch?” Jasmine spat.

  “I want in. What the fuck you think I want?”

  Roni sat there with her head down, teary-eyed. She couldn’t believe that her lover had played her.

  “Now I know you hoes probably wanna talk this shit ova so y’all can just take y’all dumb asses in the back and I’ll be waitin’ out here.” Randi hoped that they would take the bait and leave the room so the final phase of her plan could be ignited.

  “And in
case you bitches go back there and talk about killing a bitch, this recording is on my home voicemail for a friend of mine to turn into the police if somethin’ happens to me.”

  The three women turned and headed for the kitchen.

  “Oh, by the way, Jasmine,” she said as she reached into her inside coat pocket. “You like my red wig?”

  It was at that instant Jasmine remembered where she had seen Randi before. She was the woman with the red hair that Jasmine spotted in the courtroom the day of her trial. Still slightly confused by it all, she led her crew to the kitchen to talk.

  When they came back into the living room to tell Randi that they would accept her offer and include her, they stopped dead in their tracks. Standing next to Randi and holding a .357 Magnum was Melissa.

  “What the fuck goin’ on in this muthafucka?” Jasmine asked.

  “Payback, bitch,” Melissa replied. “How long did you two hoes think you were gonna keep fuckin’ my husband and I wasn’t gonna find out about it? I guess you tramps never realized that he talks in his fuckin’ sleep. I’ve known about you two bitches all along.”

  “Wait, hol’ up.” Kita threw her hands up. “Who the fuck is you?”

  “She’s my lawyer,” Jasmine said, answering before Melissa could. “And we’ve been fuckin’ her husband.”

  “Who, Patrick?”

  Melissa snorted out a laugh. “His name is Tony, you stupid hoe,” Melissa scolded.

  “I hate a dumb bitch,” Randi chimed in. Randi then glanced toward Roni, whose eyes were glistening. “Ahhh, don’t be sad, boo. It was fun while it lasted.”

  Instantly getting angry at the thought of being made a fool of, Roni took a step in Randi’s direction but stopped cold when Randi pulled a pistol from the small of her back.

  “Bitch, you betta ease yo’ pussywhipped ass the fuck back!”

  “What the fuck you got to do wit any o’ this shit?” Kita yelled.

  “Oh, I wouldn’t have a fuckin’ thing to do wit it… if you and yo bitch-ass crew hadn’t murdered my parents!”

  The GMBs looked at each other and then back at Randi before it finally kicked in.

  “Oh shit,” said a surprised Jasmine. “That’s why yo’ ass was in court that day!”

  “Yeah, bitch! And lucky for me that your lawyer used her connections to find out who I was so we could get revenge on you bitches!”

  “And before you hoes think about trying to rattle me by telling me that my husband is dead, I already know about it.” Melissa laughed. “I followed that punk-ass nigga to your house and waited outside for you to leave. You killing him just saved me the trouble of doing it and having to cover it up. As soon as you left, I went inside and spit on his no-good ass. I did play the naïve, hurt wife good, though,” she said, patting herself on the back.

  Jasmine’s mind raced a mile a minute as she tried to think of a way to get to her .38 that was lying under a pillow on the couch. Roni had her pistol in the small of her back but was too heartbroken to think about reaching for it. Kita had left hers in the kitchen but knew if she made a sudden dash for it, she would be rewarded with a bullet in the back. But from where she was standing, she could easily grab Roni’s. Knowing that was probably their only chance, she made her move. Melissa and Randi high-fived each other, causing a slight distraction. That was all the time Kita needed as she snatched Roni’s gun from her lower back and aimed it at Randi. Acting on pure lover’s instinct, Roni screamed at the top of her lungs. “NOOO! DON’T SHOOT HER!”

  Just before Kita let off a shot toward Randi, Roni pushed her arm, causing the shot to go wild.

  Pow! Kita’s body hit the floor with a resounding thud as a bullet from Randi’s .380 ripped through her chest.

  Jasmine was in total shock. She couldn’t believe that Roni had caused the shooting of their friend over a bitch she had just met.

  As Kita lay on the floor bleeding profusely and gasping for air, Randi walked over to her and kissed Roni on the lips. “Thanks, baby,” she said as she shot Kita in the throat.

  Coming out of her shocked state, Jasmine grabbed Roni around the neck and tried to choke the life out of her. “You stupid bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you? You got our best friend killed over this bitch?”

  Heat suddenly seared through Jasmine’s back as Melissa put two hot slugs into the small of her back. Life drained out of her body as she slumped to the floor. Roni took one look at her two dead best friends and lost it, screaming and crying.

  Pow! Pow!

  “Bitch, shut up all that damn noise,” Randi said as she dumped two shots into Roni’s forehead.

  “Now,” Melissa said. “Where did motor mouth over there say that Jasmine kept her cash?”

  Randi ran to the back and checked each room until she came to Jasmine’s. Then she looked up under the bed and pulled out a large black trunk. She dragged it back into the living room and shot the lock off of it. When she opened it, both of their mouths fell open.

  “This bitch been stackin’ all kinda paper,” Melissa said of the trunk loaded with hundreds and fifties. “It’s gotta be a half a million in there.”

  Melissa then walked over to the door where she had dropped two duffle bags down on the floor. “Let’s bag this shit up and get the fuck outta here. Grab two of them glasses and that wine, too.”

  After bagging up the money, the two women cracked the door and peered outside. Cars were passing by, but there was no one standing around so they hurried to Melissa’s Lexus SUV, popped the hatch, threw the money inside, and pulled off.

  10

  After stopping at a convenience store and having Randi run in for a couple of blunts, Melissa drove down to the lake so they could chill out and celebrate. She pulled up close to the edge of the water and cut the car off. “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about! We got paid and we got our revenge all at the same muthafuckin’ time! You know what? Go back there and get two hundred-dollar bills outta that bag. I got an idea.”

  While Randi was getting the money, Melissa poured both of them a glass of wine and set them in the cup holders. When Randi got back inside the truck, Melissa took a lighter out of her pocket. “Let me get one o’ them blunts you rolled up on the way over here.” Melissa then flicked the lighter and lit both bills. She then lit her blunt with the burning money, hoping Randi would follow suit, which she did.

  “Look, Randi, I know that this money doesn’t make up for your parents not being here, but we did get our revenge,” Melissa said, noticing that Randi hadn’t spoken since they’d left Jasmine’s house. “Let’s have a victory toast.”

  The two women picked up the glasses, clicked them together and downed the wine. Five minutes later, Randi got out and walked around. Melissa looked in the side-view mirror just in time to see Randi collapse to the ground. The boric acid that she had poured in Randi’s wine while she was getting the money had done its job.

  Melissa puffed on the blunt twice and blew smoke into the air. “I don’t split money or niggas with bitches,” she said, driving off. She smiled as she looked in the mirror. “Get money, bitch,” she said to herself. “Get money.”

  C.J. Hudson grew up in the inner city of Cleveland, Ohio. He witnessed firsthand what it was like to be around murderers, crack dealers, and thieves. Refusing to become another statistic, C.J. attended Kent State University after graduating from East High School. Years later he enrolled at Kaplan Institute, where he received his certificate in electricity. An avid reader for over eighteen years, C.J. signed with Life Changing Books in 2009 and penned his first novel, Chedda Boyz, in 2010. Since then he has penned Next Door Nympho, also published by LCB, and has self-published Mo Chedda, the sequel to Chedda Boyz, and an ebook entitled Hood Luv. He is currently hard at work on his next project. Visit the author at www.authorcjhudson.com

  BY BRANDIE DAVIS

  1

  “How much would you guess each tit is worth?”

  “A quarter of a million.”

  The blue-eyed pl
astic surgeon looked over at his partner. “I said guess.”

  “There’s no need to; I can feel the worth of each tit just by holding it in my hand.”

  Harvey extracted the implant filled with liquid heroin out of the twenty-three-year-old mule’s right breast and held it in his palm. Blood painted his latex gloves ruby red and glistened in the brightly lit operating room. Groping the implant with his fingers, he took a whiff of it, allowed his tongue to retreat out of his mouth, and licked a portion of it until it was stain free.

  “A quarter of a million more reasons men will be addicted to these. Isn’t life grand?”

  The taste and feel of an implant pulled Harvey into a world of ecstasy. There was nothing he was more infatuated with than a set of fake breasts. Smith and four other doctors hired to remove heroin-filled implants from out of Colombian women’s bodies stopped what they were doing and watched the obscene act. They all knew of Harvey’s addiction but never had they seen it with their own two eyes. Smith turned away from the scene and his vision fell on Bobbi.

  She was standing behind the glass window in the comfort of the dimly lit observation room watching Harvey’s every move. Her bloodshot eyes shot daggers into Harvey’s back, and curly locks the color of mocha, covered her cheeks. Her large hair made her head appear to be drastically small. Seconds passed and Bobbi’s eyes met Smith’s. Immediately he turned away and focused on what he’d forgotten was important—retrieving her heroin.

  The intercom came alive and Bobbi’s voice filled the room.

  “Harvey, keep fucking with my product and I’m going to send you to Colombia and have them stuff your balls with that shit.”

  Harvey fondled the implant a little more and then dropped it into the tin pan. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I get a little carried away and can’t help myself. Maybe if you let me play with yours sometimes, Bobbi, we wouldn’t have this problem.” Looking over his shoulder, his wrinkled skin stretched, and Bobbi’s silhouette filled the corner of his eye.