“Naw man, wi doan need any ecstasy fi dise two, they will jump off by themselves,” ‘P’ replied.
‘Schmmp,’ ‘D’ sucks his teeth. “Ef they doan then mi dropping one inna diir drink.” ‘D’ took a full glass of Patron and takes from pill the Ziploc bag and pops it in his mouth and washes it down with some Patron. Then he refills the glass.
“Mi a guh gi dat bitch di ‘E’ wood.”
‘P’ smiles at ‘D’ then walks back over to the couch with two glasses, one in each hand and pass one to Sasha and one to Keri.
Sasha opens her purse and pulls out the blunt that was in the Ziploc bag full of weed. “Is it ok if we smoke?” She said in a sexy tone with her eyes never leaving ‘P’.
“Yah girl, we’re yardmen, wi smoke all di time. Spark up your spliff.”
With that being said, Sasha pulls out her lighter and lights up the blunt then inhaled deeply. She lets out the smoke, blowing it in the air.
“Give me a shotgun,” Sasha said.
“Yuh a true yard gal mi lacka that,” ‘P’ took the blunt from her and places the lit end inside his mouth and bends down in front of Sasha, who opens her mouth and took the next part of the blunt in. It looks as if she and ‘P’ were kissing.
‘P’ blew on the blunt pushing the smoke into Sasha’s mouth and lungs. Sasha sucks and inhales the smoke like a pro. When ‘P’ pulls away he was impressed.
‘Damn, dis Yankee bitch got deep lungs. Mi cyan wait fah har to suck mi off,’ ‘P’ thought to himself.
Keri and ‘D’ sat on the couch the whole time watching, Keri got tired of Sasha out shinning her so in one swift move she places her lips on ‘D’ and uses her tongue to part his lips then lets her tongue dance around in his mouth. With her left hand she grabs his dick through his jeans and felt it rise. She pulls away and grabs her glass of Patron and downs it in one shot.
“Come on, let’s go to a room. I know we didn’t come over here to sit, smoke and drink,” Keri said while raising her left eyebrow.
‘P’ looked at ‘D’ giving him a look that said, ‘I told you so.’
‘D’ grabs Keri by the hand and leads her upstairs to the first bedroom on the right. Once in the room Keri wasted no time to drop down to her knees and help undo the buttons on ‘D’s’ jeans. She had a little trouble pulling them down.
‘Damn these are some tight ass jeans. Why do they wear their jeans as tight as I mines are? I will never know,’ she thought to herself.
Once she finally got his jeans and boxers to fall to his ankles, she smiles as his hard dick was inches away from poking her in the eye.
“Mmmm,” she let off a soft moan as she licks around the tip of the head of his dick teasing him. She opens her mouth and takes him all the way in, deep throating him. She began to suck and slob while moaning the whole time.
“Damn mi like this shit,” ‘D’ said as he grabs the back of her head and begins to speed up pumping in and out of her mouth.
“Mmmm,” Keri moans as she sucks and deep throats him.
“Yuh lacka dat yuh freak,” ‘D’ groaned out.
Keri uses one hand and begins to remove her miniskirt and thong and pulls her tube top down to her stomach.
‘D’ looks down at her double D cup tits and gets even more turned on. Keri felt him grow another inch in her mouth and almost gags but handles it like the true freak she was.
“Damn, damn, damn!” ‘D’ moans in his strong Jamaican accent as he felt his nut building up.
Keri began to suck the tip of his dick furiously, jerking off his dick at the same time.
“Shiiit!”, ‘D’ yells as he ejaculates all in her mouth.
Keri tastes the semen in her mouth and quickly pulls the tip of his dick from her mouth and jerks his dick making him cum all over her breast.
“Damn gyal yuh a freak.”
Keri climbs on the bed and lays flat on her stomach. “Fuck me, fuck me,” she moans as she claps her butt cheeks repeatedly.
‘D’ steps out of his jeans and boxers then takes off his shirt and climbs on top of her. He slides right into her wet pussy. “Yuh wet cunt freak.”
“Yes, fuck me, fuck me.”
‘D’ pounds on her pussy going in and out, enjoying every moment. He pulls Keri onto her knees and continues to fuck her from the back.
“Fuck me in the ass,” Keri screams out loud from the pleasure.
“Yardman doan duh naasy things.”
Keri got mad and starts to throw her ass back on him, “Handle this pussy yardman,” she moans while backing her ass on his dick.
‘D’ got mad and felt as if she was trying to play him like his dick was little. So he grabs a handful of her weave making her arch her back even more and began to fuck the shit out of her.
Downstairs Sasha could hear Keri’s moans and her pussy gets wet. She begins to suck ‘P’s’ dick right there on the couch. ‘P’ couldn’t believe how good this young girl’s head game was. He busts off right away nutting in her mouth and she swallows it all.
“I know you got more where that came from,” Sasha said while licking her lips.
She gets off the couch and begins to walk. ‘P’ watched her voluptuous ass in the baby blue miniskirt jiggle as she walks to the living room wall and leans her back on it. The wall was a glass mirror, “Come fuck me,” Sasha moaned while pulling down her tube top and uses her hands to squeeze her beautiful B cup breast.
‘Damn this young gyal is a freak,’ ‘P’ thought as he took off all his clothes and walks over to her.
Sasha licks her lips, “Eat my pussy daddy.”
“Jamaican men doan nyam no pum pum!” ‘P’ yelled while picking her up and lifting her miniskirt up at the same time then pulls her thong to the side and slides right inside her warm wet pussy and begins to pump.
“Mmmm, yes, yes,” Sasha moans out and starts to wind on his dick. She winds from left to right.
“Shiiit!” ‘P’ yells as he felt his knees get weak, ‘Damn dis gyal must be Jamaican, she winds too gud to be a Yankee gyal,’ he thought as he tries not to cum from her slow wind. ‘Bloodclot, she nah a guh bloodcot fuck di ras out of mi,’ ‘P’ thought as he gets mad at the fact that this young girl was throwing her pussy on him. He began to pump harder and harder.
“Yesss, fuck me!” Sasha yelled as he pins her up against the glass mirror and fucks the shit out of her. He pulls out and turns her around and made her hold the glass wall. Her sweaty ass cheeks left an imprint on the mirror.
‘P’ looks at it then goes back to work entering her from behind.
“Ahhh,” Sasha moans as he pounds away and slaps her ass.
He pounds and pounds beating up her pussy like it done stole something. “Ahhh,” ‘P’ grunts as he explodes inside her and his cum drips down her legs.
Sasha turns around and gives him a sexy look, “More, give me more.” she begs.
“Damn yuh Yankee freak!” he yelled as the sight of her licking her lips got him hard again. He enters her once more and continues to fuck her.
Sasha, ‘P’, Keri and ‘D’ spent the whole night fucking ‘til the sun came up. After that night Sasha and Keri was hooked, as well as ‘P’ and ‘D’. The girls would spend all their time with them. ‘P’ began to spoil Sasha buying her clothes and jewelry. He didn’t want to let her out of his sight. There was something about her that drawn him close to her and it was more than the good sex or maybe it was the fact that she was young. ‘There’s nothing like young pum pum,’ he thought to himself, but whatever it was he wouldn’t let Sasha go. ‘She’ll be mines fuh life.’
Chapter 10
Muscles sat at the head of the table. Sitting next to him was Luscious who had two of her girls, Velvet and Peaches standing by each of her shoulders. Then Homicide sat next to her with Bones and his cousin Cory.
At the end of the long table sat 12 men between the ages of 17 to 23, they were called the Homicide Crew. They were a mixture of young men from Far Rockaway, Queens and Brooklyn. The
y were called the Homicide Crew, because their leader was Homicide and they got money by any means necessary; murder, armed robbery or hired gunmen.
The three that were the head of the group were, Lil Homicide; Homicide’s little brother who was only 19. Then his best friends, Tommy Gunz; Tommy Gunz whose real name was Mark, got his name from the old heads in the neighborhood, because he ran around Redfern Projects shooting everything up with an old tommy gun. He was feared in the hood. He once killed a guy for stepping on his white Nike Air Force Ones, but his body count wasn’t higher than Lil Homicide’s.
Lil Homicide tried to be like his older brother and already had eight bodies up under his belt, but was nowhere close to his brother’s murder count of 23 bodies. They didn’t call him Homicide for nothing.
Next was Killer from Brooklyn who loved to kill people up close and personal, with knives or shooting them point blank range. All three teens were more than feared by the older members in the Homicide Crew. They would kill in a blink of an eye without thinking of it.
“No one knows about this house but the people in it today. It’s in a friend’s name and it will never come back to us.” Muscles said as he thought of the old dope head named Jimmy that lived in Redfern Projects and also happens to be the person’s name that the house was in. Muscles had Steve take out a mortgage in Jimmy’s name and take care of all the paperwork.
“The jux goes down tomorrow. Tomorrow night is when they pick up all their money from the weed spots that sell their weight. There’s nine weed spots altogether and there’s only five people in his Junkyard Crew handling his money. One is his cousin Dwayne and the others are his lieutenants; Slim Bumaa and Tips Celo. They feel safe because they think since they’re the Junkyard Crew we should fear them because they can get wild or we should fear them because of their accent. Fuck out of here, we get wild too and fear no one and will show them. First we grab the five lieutenants and use them to get in the front door and we hit the houses fast and hard. We keep in touch with this.
Just then Luscious went up under the table and came back up with a bag and passes it to Velvet, who then walks around the table passing out the prepaid Boost phones with the hi-tech blue tooth. “They all been programmed with your tag name inside them,” Muscles said as he watched everyone get a phone. “I don’t know how the Junkyard Crew re-up their weed spots, but we’ll find out about that night. They have to drop the weed off somehow. Keep the lieutenants alive if you can and kill anyone else that gets in our way or makes a wrong move, its death before dishonor.”
“Death before dishonor,” everybody in the room yelled simultaneously.
Muscles got up from his chair at the table and went into a bedroom down the hall. “Follow me,” one by one everyone got up and followed him into the room. Everyone couldn’t fit into the room so some had to stay by the doorway. Everyone’s face lit up with shock. The room was full of more guns than anyone of them had seen in their whole life. There were M-16 rifles, sniper rifles, SK machine guns, Mac 10 and Mac 11 machine guns, 9mm hi points and more.
Two days earlier Muscles made a call to Steve’s connection and brought almost every gun he had and some other things for a good deal.
“Everyone grab a duffle bag from the corner and a pair of gloves that you see over there,” Muscles said pointing to the brand new black gloves, “and a Mac 10 and a handgun with some extra ammo and put it in the bag. We will meet tomorrow.” One by one everyone did as he said and left the house all but Homicide and Luscious.
“Damn Muscles, don’t you think you brought too many guns,” Luscious said while looking at the arsenal of weapons.
“No mami, I’m buying more. It’s better to have and not need, than to not have them and need them.”
Luscious looks at her childhood friend and knew he was losing his mind. “Muscles I feel you’re going a little too hard with this, we’re making money from all the weed sales, but whatever you do I have your back,” Luscious stated.
“Luscious we have money and making it, but it ain’t shit to what the Jamaicans are making or what they are holding in their house. I won’t stop until my sisters will never have to work another day in their lives and their kids and you too. We been hungry too long now, this money on the streets belong to us,” Homicide smiled a wicked smile.
Loving his new attitude, he knew this only meant one thing; he gets to kill more people and gets a hell of a lot of money while doing it. ‘What could be better,’ he thought to himself.
Lil Homicide, Tommy Gunz and Killer sat in their hooptie and watched everyone pull off from the house meeting in Bayswater, before starting up their car.
“Yo what do you think, you think that nigga Muscles is crazy,” Killer asked.
“Hell yea he’s crazy, he’ll be the first one ever to go against the Junkyard Crew, but I’m down. That fool got heart to go up against these crazy ass Jamaicans and my brother is rolling with him. I know it’s all good, my brother used to tell me stories about how he and Muscles used to run around robbing and shooting shit up before Muscles got on that working shit taking care of his sisters,” Lil Homicide replied.
Tommy Gunz sat in the car quiet then spoke up for the first time, “Yo I just can’t wait to use this Mac 10.”
“Hahaha,” all three of the young men bust out in laughter because they all felt the same way.
Chapter 11
‘Chirp’ “Is everybody in place?” Muscles asked talking into the hi-tech blue tooth ear piece. Muscles and the Homicide Crew stole five black Nissan Altima’s a day before.
‘Chirp,’ “Team 2 in place.”
‘Chirp,’ “Team 3 in place.”
‘Chirp,’ “Team 4 in place.”
‘Chirp,’ “Team 5 in place.”
After Muscles got his answer he chirps back, “Good, good,” he replied. Muscles sat in the black Nissan Altima dressed in all black with Homicide, Luscious and Bones. They were team one and sat patiently waiting for Dwayne to pull up in his BMW.
Team two was Lil Homicide, Tommy Gunz, Killer and Velvet.
“Shorty you think you ready for this?” Killer said looking at the redhead girl the same age as them. Velvet cocks the chamber of the Mac 10 making a bullet jump in the chamber of the gun and smiles. Lil Homicide smiles too.
“This kind of shit gets my pussy wet,” she replied.
Lil Homicide smirked, “You must be one sick bitch. You fit right in with us.”
Team three was Essence and three members of the Homicide Crew. Team four was Peaches and three members of the Homicide Crew and team five was Bones cousin Corey and Shells, one of the deadliest members of the Homicide Crew along with more members from the crew.
‘Chirp,’ “It’s on,” Muscles said in the blue tooth giving everybody the heads up. He watched the black 760 BMW pull up in front of the weed house.
‘Chirp,’ “Me too.”
‘Chirp,’ “It’s on for me too.”
‘Chirp,’ “Me too.”
‘Chirp,’ “Me too,” all the teams said in their blue tooth’s as they watched their targets pull up in beamers.
“Go do your thing,” Muscles ordered.
Luscious hops out the car at the same time Dwayne did and they walk swiftly walking over to the T-Pain’s lookalike.
“Damn baller, can I get a ride?” She said in a sexy tone.
Dwayne looks at the sexy redbone and leans against his car.
“Mi a guh gi yuh di ride of your life sexy lady,” Dwayne said in his strong Jamaican accent.
“Oh yea, you think you can handle all of this ass right here?”
Dwayne looked down at Luscious fat ass and his dick got hard, then his instinct kicks in and he noticed that she was dressed in all black with black gloves on at 10 o’clock at night, something didn’t feel right. He slowly reaches for his gun on his waistband when his head flew back as he felt someone pull his dreads. He then felt cold steel on the side of his head. Luscious swiftly moves and puts her 9mm Beretta up under his chin and r
emoves the gun from his waist. Homicide releases the grip on his dreads and came from around the car and stands next to Muscles who had his Mac 10 pressed on Dwayne’s temple.
“Listen closely motherfucker to what I tell you.”
“Do yuh know who mi? Yuh a dead mon.”
‘Smack,’ Muscles hits him in the head with his Mac 10, “Shut the fuck up or you’ll be the dead man, we know who your ass is. Now you’re going to do what the fuck we tell you or you’re going to have so many holes in you, you’ll look like a Jamaican tank top and I’m sure you know what that look like.”
Dwayne thought about what Muscles said and decided it was best to keep his mouth shut.
“We’re going to that house right there and you’re going to knock on the door three times and say your name like you always do around this time of the month.”
“Yuh mussi daggering crazy, duh yuh know yuh are daggering wid di Pistol Junkyard Crew, wi are true Shottas!”
‘Smack,’ Muscles hits him with the gun again, “Didn’t I tell you we know who you are, now get your curry goat eating, tight clothes wearing, T-pain lookalike ass over there!”
“Hey I like curry goat,” Luscious said with a wicked smile on her face.
“Me too,” Muscles said while pushing Dwayne.
He began to walk to the house until he stood at the front door. Muscles and Homicide stood on the side of the doors while Luscious stood behind Dwayne.
“Fucking knock,” Luscious said.
Dwayne hesitates then angrily knocks on the door three times.
“Who,” a voice said on the other side of the door.
“It’s me Mon, Dwayne.” The door flew open.
“Dwayne mon, wuh good?” A tall skinny Jamaican man said as he looks behind Dwayne and sees Luscious, “Who’s that Mon, she…..” before he could finish his sentence Luscious raised her gun and squeezed the trigger of the 9mm Beretta. The gun made a whistling sound from the silencer. The bullet split the skull of the tall Jamaican man making him drop dead at the door.
“Move!” Muscles and Homicide push Dwayne inside the house and pulls the dead body in. Luscious enters and shuts the door.
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