“Hey mom.”
“Hey son how are you?”
“I’m fine.”
“It’s good to hear your voice, I was starting to worry about you, where are you?”
There was a short pause, “I’m uhhh at the hospital.”
“What happened, are you ok?” My heartbeat was beginning to speed up.
“Yeah I’m fine; it’s not me that’s hurt.”
“Thank God, so why are you at the hospital? Is it Gloria, is she ok?”
“Well she is here but she’s in stable condition, I checked on her about 30 minutes ago and it looks like she’s gonna pull through just fine.”
“That’s good to hear, I was worried sick about her.”
I could sense the disdain in his voice as he filled me in on the latest news regarding Gloria; but there was something else he wasn’t telling me.
I pressed him a bit, “What else is going on Tyce?”
“Well, I don’t really wanna talk over the phone but Armando is dead.”
“What? What the hell happened?” I asked surprised.
“I’ll tell you what happened to him when I see you alright?”
“Ok that’s fine.”
“Tonight was crazy mom, I went to get Gloria, and you’ll never guess who I ran into.”
I put my finger in my mouth, “Who?”
“Diego’s daughter Sabrina, the trip thing is, I actually knew her before. We hung out at a strip club a few weeks ago. We were standing by my Jeep when all hell broke loose tonight…to make a long story short she’s in surgery right now. I had to donate blood to help save her life.”
I was biting the tip of my finger very hard now as Tyce’s voice filled my ear.
“Wow. Are you sure you’re ok?”
“Yeah I’m cool, it jus’ kinda caught me off guard you know? I jus’ hope she makes it through, she’s hurt pretty bad.”
“I’ll pray for her, are you going to stay there all night?”
“Yeah I plan to unless the Doctors tell me otherwise.”
“Do you need me to come down there?”
“Naw, it’s still too hot for you come out, Diego got away from me, and I still don’t know where he is.”
“Ok, well keep me posted on her progress.”
“Ok mom I’ll talk to you later.”
“Ok, bye for now, and be careful.”
I hung up the phone and processed all what he had shared with me. I wanted so bad to be by his side right now but he was correct, it was too dangerous for me be out in public now. I had no choice but sit and wait, and that was extremely hard to do.
Pissed
Carmela hummed a tune to herself as she mopped the kitchen floor. The entire house smelled like tamales and Pinesol, that was a familiar scent in the Alverez residence as Carmela went about her daily duties. The food was already prepared and she was finishing up her work for the day. In the back of her mind, she was silently praying Diego didn’t return home before she had a chance to leave. That prayer was unanswered as she heard the side door open up and heavy footsteps coming in her direction. Carmela turned toward the arched entrance of the kitchen and watched Diego as he rudely walked across the wet floor towards her. He looked flustered, almost as if he went jogging or something. His normal smooth appearance was gone replaced by a nervous, unsteady, sweaty man.
“Where es the bitch, es she still upstairs!?”
Diego glared at Carmela wide eyed tapping his Italian leather shoe on the floor impatiently.
“Ummm, she, well she’s not here anymore.” Carmela nervously tightened her grip on the mop.
“Whut de fuck yu mean she’s not here?” Diego’s arms flew out to the side like a soaring eagle.
“She’s gone senor; Sabrina took her to the hospital after you left.” Carmela’s hands began to tremble.
Carmela put her back against the sink; she was still gripping the mop like a pool stick in her hands. Suddenly Diego took five long steps forward and hovered over her like a low tree branch. Before Carmela could react, she felt a strong hand close around her throat.
“When I left, the black bitch wus bleedin’ frum a whole en her leg and now yu tell me yu let her leave! Whut the fuck happened? I don care whu came here, that bitch wus not supposed to go anywhere! Yu knew that!”
The air was trapped in her lungs unable to escape. She was struggling to breathe as her eyes blinked rapidly. Nothing she could say would calm him down, not that she could speak anyway, her only hope was that he let go before she passed out completely. Images of her sons beautiful smile flashed across her mind while she gasped for air. Instinct kicked in and she grabbed Diego’s thick forearms attempting to relieve the pressure from around her neck. She let the mop fall to the floor before grabbing at him…she wouldn’t dare try and hit Diego with it…that would only piss him off even more.
“I shud kill yu!” Diego gritted his teeth.
His strong right hand opened up releasing her jugular but before Carmela could take in a much-needed breath, she was struck across her cheekbone with a stinging slap. The force of the smack spun her petite body around and she was now facing the kitchen sink trying to catch her breath. The side of her face was on fire! Her hand gently touched her cheek as she finally inhaled deeply. Honestly she didn’t care as much about getting hit but was thankful to just breathe again.
“I told you senor; your daughter took her out of the room, not me. She drove her to the hospital, not me!” Carmela braced herself on the countertop keeping her back to her attacker.
Diego put his mouth to the side of her ear, “And how ded she know she was here?”
Carmela just remained silent and offered no response. She knew if she confirmed Diego’s suspicions that she was the one that called Sabrina and told her about Gloria her life could very well end right there in the kitchen.
“Ged the fuck out…and dun’t bother coming back tomorrow…yur fired, and if I see yu…I will kill yu and nobody will find yur body.” Diego turned and walked away.
Carmela said nothing, choosing instead to just stare into the stainless steel sink. She was devastated. She couldn’t believe Diego assaulted her, threatened to murder her, and then fired her. All this because she tried to help a dying woman, it just didn’t make sense in her mind. But, then again, Diego was a man that cared only for himself. Money and murder were his motivators and there was no room for any decency to live in his icy heart.
She slowly picked the mop up off the floor, put it in the closet, grabbed her purse, pulled out the keys to her late model Honda, and quietly walked out the front door. She could barely see her compact car in the darkness of the night due to the tears in her eyes.
Happy Days
He had a face full of ass and pulsating pussy. She had a mouth full of stiff cock between her succulent lips. Sway was lying on his back with his wife’s ample ass resting on his nose while Ranae’s tongue swirled around the head of his erect penis. Both of them were eating and licking each other like they were in a pie eating contest at the county fair. The 69 position was perfect for the starved lovers because both of them were too impatient to wait for their turn.
A porno starring the two of them played on the 55 inch T.V mounted on the wall opposite their bed. The viewing of the home sex movie lasted an entire seven minutes before the sight of Ranae riding Sway in the reverse cowgirl position aroused them both. Watching that scene always made her pussy tick and his dick throb-add in the extended five week sex drought and it was a recipe for instant fucking.
Sway did his best to bury his tongue inside Ranae’s ass. He knew she loved that shit, some might say he was neglecting the pussy but on the contrary, he could feel her wetness on his chin, which let him know to keep going. So, he spread her ass cheeks apart like closed curtains and licked the middle of her ass like a melting ice cream cone.
His partner didn’t let the fabulous feeling of her ass hole being plunged into with a hot moist tongue distract her from her task. She closed her eyes tight, re
laxed her throat, and did her best to make the dick disappear in her mouth. Sway’s left thigh shuddered in reaction to being swallowed whole and he retaliated by gripping her clit gently in his front teeth and sucking
softly. Muffled moans filled the room drowning out the sex noises coming from the T.V. Tonight their focus was each other, the lovemaking would continue long after the big screen went black.
Two hours later, the exhausted couple lay in the bed enjoying the afterglow of a thoroughly satisfying love session. Tall glasses of Minute Maid fruit punch sat on either side of the bed to wet their dry mouths. There were six pillows on the bed when the action started and now only two remained…one for him and one for her.
Sway’s heartbeat and breathing were finally returning to a normal rhythm when the sexual silence was interrupted by a chirping sound. His cell phone came alive on the nightstand, who could be calling at one o’clock in the morning? Sway grunted as he reached over to grab it.
“Who is it?” Ranae took a long sip of her juice.
“It’s Tyce.” Sway looked over at her.
He plopped his head back on the plush pillow putting the phone to his ear.
“Wasup man?” His baritone voice filled the quiet room.
“A whole lotta shit is up.” Tyce said evenly over the line.
“Where you at?” Sway sat up.
“I’m at the hospital; I got some shit to tell you, how fast can you get down here?”
“I’m on my way now.” Sway rubbed his curly head and looked over at his wife again.
She smiled as she placed her cool cup between her thighs. The last thing she wanted him to do was leave, especially after they’d just bonded, but she could tell something was wrong and she wouldn’t stand in the way or make things worse by copping an attitude.
“I guess you gotta go to work huh?” She joked.
Sway sighed, “Yeah, Tyce wants me to meet him
at the hospital, it sounds like something is up.”
Ranae traced the rim of the glass, “Well at least finish your juice…we may be millionaires but we still don’t waste food and that shit aint cheap.” Ranae laughed aloud.
Sway threw his head back and chuckled, “You crazy girl.”
“Shit, I remember those days when we couldn’t afford to buy juice; we only drank Kool-Aid.” She nodded her head playfully.
“Shit I still like Kool-Aid!” Sway grabbed his glass.
“Shiiiittt, me too!” Ranae slapped her bare thigh.
The two took a moment to drink their juice together and shared a long passionate fruit punch flavored kiss. Ten minutes later Sway was dressed and ready to leave. He had keys in hand as he walked over to his naked woman to give her a hug. After the long embrace, she looked up at him with a concerned face.
“Be careful honey.” She whispered.
“I will…I love you lots.” He smiled down at her.
“I love you too.”
Two minutes later Sway was in his truck headed to the hospital. He had a feeling the shit was about to hit the fan…and he was ready.
Daddy Dearest
Diego’s foot mashed the gas of his brand new Corvette. The low sleek automobile snaked and weaved its way through the light traffic of the night. He chose to take the sports car because he needed to get to the hospital in a hurry and this was the perfect vehicle for the job. He gripped the steering wheel tightly jerking the wheel back and forth to avoid slower cars that were blocking his progress.
The black Corvette wasn’t speeding toward the hospital because the driver was concerned for his severely injured daughter…that was the last thing on his mind. Diego was practically running red lights because he wanted to murder Tyce! He didn’t give a fuck if he had to shoot up the entire lobby of the hospital. As soon as he saw him, no matter the location, he would end his life…fuck the witnesses!
As far as Sabrina was concerned, she was on her own. No true daughter of his would be all hugged up on a nigger that stole millions of dollars from him and killed his only brother! Not to mention defy him by sneaking a woman he planned to kill to a hospital behind his back! She could rot in hell for all he cared…Sabrina was dead in his eyes, rather she was alive or not.
The hospital was less than five minutes away. The man on the phone told him Sabrina Alverez was in surgery… he just hoped Tyce was still there.
If you want something done right…you have to do it yourself.
Steady Nerves
“Where the hell are you?” Angelique paced the carpeted floor in her bedroom holding the phone next to her ear.
“My fault for not calling you baby, but it’s been a crazy night…I’m at the hospital.” Tyce explained.
“THE HOSPITAL!!! WHAT’S WRONG?”
“Nothing is wrong with me Angelique; I’m here because Gloria and Sabrina are hurt.”
“Wait wait wait, who the hell is Gloria and Sabrina?”
Angelique searched her memory trying to put faces with names. Then she suddenly remembered hearing Dallas talk about her altercation with a woman named Sabrina at the restaurant.
“This wouldn’t be the same woman that Dallas hates would it?” Angelique put her hand on her hip.
“One in the same.” Tyce confirmed.
He was sitting in an uncomfortable office type chair as he spoke to her on the phone. He shared the open space of the emergency room area with three other people; all of them were waiting on treatment for themselves.
“She’s not gonna like that very much.” Angelique laughed. “So are you gonna tell me what happened or what?”
“Of course I’ll tell you everything, but not now, I don’t wanna talk about it over the phone.”
She nodded her head in agreement, “I understand…so should I come down there or are you coming home or what?”
“I’ll probably be here for a while, Sabrina’s still in surgery.”
“Damn well I don’t know the woman but I can tell you’re concerned for her, so I hope she pulls through.”
“Yeah, I hope she does too, you aint gonna believe the story I have to tell you.”
Angelique’s eyebrows rose up with curiosity, “Oh really.”
“Hell yeah, this shit is crazy retarded.” Tyce shook his head.
“Well I can’t wait to hear it.”
“Shit I can’t wait to tell you…you and Dallas. Speaking of Dallas where is she?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care.” Angelique sucked her teeth.
“Damn, ya’ll have a lil cat fight or somethin’, maybe I should jus’ stay here where it’s safe.” Tyce joked.
“Naw, it’s nothin’ I can’t handle, that little girl don’t know who she’s messin’ with.”
“I’m not gonna even ask what happened, cuz I know I’ll be on the phone for the next hour.” He rubbed his short hair with his palm.
“I aint gonna lay Dallas’s nonsense on you, especially now, but trust me when I say I can handle her ass.”
“I believe you.” Tyce paused a second and cleared his throat. “I ahhh jus’ wanted to let you know that if there’s anything you wanna tell me, you know can always talk to me no matter what it is.”
Angelique stared at herself in the full-length mirror admiring her shapely hips.
“I know baby…I know.” She repeated.
“I jus’ wanted to let you know that, I mean anything…but I’ll holla atcha later cuz the doctor jus’ came out.”
“Oh ok, call me later.”
“I will, and if you don’t mind please tell Dallas where I am.” Tyce asked politely.
“I’ll give her the infofuckingmation, I wanna see the look on her face when she hears your there with Sabrina…this is gonna be soooo good!”
“You’re so bad.” Tyce chuckled a little.
Angelique smiled, “But I’m good for you baby.”
“I can’t argue with that…I gotta go, I’ll talk to ya later.”
“Ok bye baby.” Angelique hung up the phone with a sinister smile on h
er face.
Meanwhile at the hospital across town Tyce stood up to his full 6.1 frame as the doctor continued to walk his direction. He slipped his cell phone in his back pocket, folded his arms across his chest in preparation for the latest news. The older man was in excellent shape and you could tell he worked out despite the fact that he was wearing baggy light green scrubs.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Kater, are you the young man here for Sabrina Alverez?”
“Yeah, I’m Tyce, is she alright?”
Dr. Kater took a serious tone, “Well I have to say it was really touch and go for while. We had to contend with an immense amount of internal bleeding, a collapsed lung, and significant bleeding from two head wounds. We repaired her broken ankle and she’s in stable condition in the recovery room. I must say that if you hadn’t donated your blood…your sister wouldn’t have made it.”
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