by Lucinda John
Leaving him laying there with his pants around his ankles and his dick out, I adjusted my clothes, grabbed the bottle of liquor, and walked out of his office. Feeling like I hit the jackpot, I jumped in my car and headed off to my next mission.
Outside of Cinnamon’s townhouse, I sat back and admired everything she had. She was married to a young, rich, handsome nigga. She had two kids that ensured her that she was set for life. This the type of lifestyle I longed for. I didn’t need love; fuck that overrated shit. Love was what cost my mother her life. All I needed in my life of sin was money.
I thought about how my mother was brutally murdered, which caused the soft emotional side of me to show. With tears in my eyes, I pulled up to the security gate and began to sob. I was hoping for a male guard, which would have guaranteed me entrance, but instead, it was a skinny, pimple face monkey looking chick.
“Do you have a visitor’s ticket?” she asked with spit flying out of the side of her mouth.
“No I-I-I,” I stuttered before I broke down crying. “I’m sorry, I came down unexpectedly my cousin didn’t have time to get me one.”
“Who is your cousin?”
“Cinnamon Green,” I answered hoping she was listed using her married last night.
“Nope, she didn’t write your name down here either,” she said scanning the computer log.
“She doesn’t know I’m coming. See my husband tried to kill me and I just need a safe place to sleep until I can get my thoughts together.”
“Oh, my God, I’m sorry to hear that,” she said with her voice dripping with sympathy.
“I just need to relax. I’m so sick and tired of him using me as a punching bag, I just need to get away,” I cried.
“Hand me your ID and I’ll give you a temporary ticket, just make sure Cinnamon put in a request to have a permanent one issued to you.”
“Ok,” I sniffled handing her the fake ID.
“You’re in my prayers,” she said before handing me back the ID then opening the gate.
Looking down at the sticker, I located her house number and drove around the beautiful neighborhood until I found it. Every car I drove past was an expensive up to date luxury car. When I finally located her house, I ejected the chip out of the camera, slipped it in the envelope, and placed it in her mailbox.
Successfully completing my mission, I got in my car and left. If Cinnamon had any sense in her head, she would proceed with the divorce leaving Chad an emotional wreck and vulnerable to me. I just needed him to help me eliminate Vic, get me pregnant, and issue me a fat check every month. Once I was done, she could have her man back. As a child, I was always taught to donate things you no longer had the need for to charity.
Chapter 14
Carter
Unlocking my house door, I walked in on my baby mama giving Chasity head. The sight alone was enough to have my dick poking out my jeans. Taking them off, I pulled out my dick and began stroking it. Chasity moans filled the air causing my dick to get harder.
I walked over to them and stuck my dick in Chasity’s mouth. I toyed with her nipples as she sucked on my rock hard dick the way I liked. Brandy looked up at me with this sexy face that told me she was ready for the dick. Taking my dick out of Chasity’s mouth, I shoved it in Brandy’s hot pussy and began fucking her. I was hitting it so hard that she was damn near drowning in Chasity’s pussy.
This was nothing new to me; we had been doing this same shit way before Chasity got hooked on crack. Chad was my boy and I loved him like a brother, but pussy was pussy. It wasn’t my fault that he always fell in love with community pussy. Brandy was my chick and I loved her, but I ain’t trust her ass. Hell she could have been out there sucking Chad’s dick for all I knew.
“Switch positions!” I ordered feeling myself about to nut.
Chasity was now sucking on Brandy’s pussy while I fucked her. If only Cinnamon would get like Chasity then we all could get along. That bitch thought her pussy was made of gold, so that hoe had to go. If she wasn’t going to let me hit then she ain’t need to be on the team.
“What are we going to do about Cinnamon?” Chasity asked after we finished up our orgy.
“I’m trying convince Chad to let her ass go, but Rob keep trying to put shit in his head.”
“I’m getting real sick of that nigga he gots to go.”
“I’m down with it,” I agreed.
“I think I have a way to get rid of him, but let me work on that some more.”
Brandy sat on the ground setting up lines of coke on the mirror. When she was done making nice neat rows, Chasity grabbed the mirror and a rolled up dollar bill. Her nose vacuumed up three lines before she handed the mirror back to Brandy.
“Vic is after Chad again,” she spoke with her head held back.
“Why you say that?” I asked taking the mirror from Brandy and sniffing in a few more lines.
“I overheard some chick in the bathroom talking to him about Chad.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Nigga I’m positive, I know what the fuck I heard.”
“What’s your plan? I know you got one.”
“I gotta take them out before they take Chad out, I need my man!”
“I thought you loved Vic, why the change of heart?” I asked.
“I did, but I fell back in love with Chad,” she replied doing some more lines.
“This is just one messy ass soap opera if you ask me,” Brandy spoke up.
“Nobody ain’t ask you ass though!” Chasity snapped! “I need to find out some more information on this chick.”
“Well, let me know what you want me to do. I rather Chad be with you than Cinnamon, her stingy ass ain’t tryna give up the pussy.”
“That’s all you care about, huh?” Chasity asked
“Pussy, money, weed. Like my nigga Lil Wayne said.”
Brandy gave me a look and I challenged her to say something. She knew what I was about when we met. I made it clear that I loved bitches. She had the choice to fuck them with me or without. Either way I was bound to get some outside pussy.
I got up and left them on the floor doing lines and went to go take a shower. I had to meet up with them boys at the trap. After washing Brandy and Chasity’s pussy juices off of me, I dressed myself in a pair of blue Tommy Hilfiger jeans, a red Tommy polo with a white t-shirt underneath with a pair of red and white Nikes on my feet. I admired my fly in the mirror then walked out the room.
“Brandy don’t snort up too much of that shit you still have my baby to take care of,” I said before locking the front door behind me.
Kevin Gates Out The Mud blasted from the six, twelves I had in the trunk of my Chevy Caprice. I maneuvered my way through the hood occasionally honking at bitches with fat asses. When I made it to one of the traps, them boys was already outside engaging in a conversation. One look at Rob and he had my trigger finger itching, I had no type of love for that nigga at all.
“What’s good?” I greeted everyone.
“You kicking it with Chasity now, that’s why you so against Cinnamon?” Rob asked.
“Nigga, who the fuck are you to be questioning me?” I countered.
“Damn nigga no need to get defensive I just asked you a simple question.”
“Man get the fuck out of my face with that shit bruh.”
“Nah answer the question, I want to hear the answer,” Chad finally spoke up.
“Are you for real right now?”
“I’m dead ass serious.”
“Chad you of all people should know Brandy and Chasity is still tight, so what just because you don’t fuck with her don’t mean my girl can’t. If she come around my crib, it’s because she coming for my girl what you think I’m fucking your ex bruh?” I half lied.
“If that’s the case why your blood pressure just went up?” Rob asked me giving me the side eye.
“Chad, get this nigga if you ain’t tryna bury his ass!
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“Bury me? Stop jaw popping if you about that life let them choppas talk for ya’!”
“Enough! What’s done in the dark will come to light,” Chad said looking me in the eyes. “Let’s go make this money.”
The whole time we was sitting in the trap getting shit together for the drop, Rob kept mugging me. At one point, he aimed his fingers at me like a gun and fired out air shots. I wasn’t the one to be tested, if it wasn’t for this being our spot; I would have been let them bullets fly.
When we finally finished up, it was eight at night. My phone had been burning up so when I got in my car, I decided to check to see who needed me so bad. Ignoring the missed calls from Brandy, I noticed when I made an outgoing call to Rob. I didn’t remember calling that nigga, so I must have called him when I got home. Now it was all starting to add up. He must have heard me fucking Chasity; I just wondered how much of the conversation he heard.
The banging on my car window caused me to jump. Looking up, I saw Chad standing there. I tried to read his facial expression, but it was blank.
“What you all jumpy for?” Chad asked as soon as I rolled down the window.
“Nothing, I’m good.”
“You heading out tonight?”
“Nah, Brandy blowing me up. I’m tryna see what she want.”
“Iight bruh holla at you later.”
“Bet.”
I was now on edge because I ain’t know what Rob had on me. To make matters worse, I had no clue if he told Chad anything. I had to get at this nigga before he cost me my life.
Chapter 15
Julie
Today’s was Cinnamon’s court date. If Officer Sam didn’t get it together today could be the day his wife died. I hated to do it to him, but I was a woman who wanted shit done when I demand them to be done. I was a boss; I didn’t have the time nor patience to wait on anyone.
Pulling the black stockings over my hips, I admired how well my body aged. I was almost knocking at seventy and I looked better than ever. My health was perfect, I was active in the gym, and I had more money than I could ever dream of. The only thing that was missing was love.
I used to have love with Vivian’s father Richard, but he betrayed me. The fact that I was an up and coming queen pin intimidated him. The fact that I made more money lying in bed than he did punching a clock made him despise me. He wanted to feel like a man, so he decided to fuck bitches outside of our marriage to do so.
At first, I had no problem with it because I myself indulge in a few one-night stands. But when one of his mistresses became pregnant and he thought of leaving me for her, enraged me. I was so hurt that I snapped like one of those ladies on the TV show, putting an end to their lives.
Acting off emotions caused me to lose the love of my life. For years, I had to carry the guilt of their deaths until being in the game for so long turned me cold. Now I held no real emotion. I could slice your throat, then watch you bleed out while I sit and have breakfast.
It was time for me to get out of the game. It was time I went to Jamaica and shacked up with one of those young sexy men. I needed to get my groove back; it was long overdue. After I settled things, I was handing everything over to Chad. In this game, I won some and lost a lot. It was time for me to retire. I was tired of babysitting grown men; I wanted to lay up under one.
Spraying myself with some Miss. Dior perfume, I grabbed my shades and headed out the house. Benny was standing there with a nervous look on his face. As I sat down and pulled the seat belt across my lap, my business phone began to beep. Replying to the text, I sat back and leaned my head against the headrest.
“Benny, are you ok?” I asked as he drove.
“Yes boss I’m fine, I think the burritos I ate is upsetting my stomach.”
“Just don’t pass gas in here,” I said with my eyes closed.
I was starting to get real exhausted doing all of this running around. I sent a group text to everyone asking that they meet me at my house after court. It was time to make the announcement that I would no longer be the head bitch in charge.
“We’re here,” Benny said waking me out of my sleep.
I got out of the car and made my way to courtroom three B. Sitting on the back bench, I noticed everyone was there except Chad. I was going to fuck his dumbass up as soon as I saw him today. Cinnamon walked in and took a seat next to her lawyer. Her skin was glowing as her five-month bump stood at attention in front of her. Dressed in a Gucci pearl white silk cady jumpsuit, her hair hung neatly pressed down her back, as she sat there tapping her nude red bottoms on the floor with a nervous look on her face. She looked back at me and I gave her a wink letting her know that everything was going to be ok.
“Court in now in session,” the bailiff said as the judge took a seat in her spot.
“Judge Martin I would like to ask for a recess if you don’t mind,” the DA said standing up.
“A recess? We haven’t started yet.”
“Yes your honor, but we’ve discovered new specs in the case that we would like to further review.”
“Objection! Your honor he’s stalling.”
“Would you like to elaborate district attorney Jacobs on these new specs?” the Judge said.
“To be honest with you your honor, the evidence pertaining to Mrs. Green case cannot be located.”
“What do you mean it cannot be located?” the judge asked.
I sat there watching this commotion with a smile on my face. I loved when people knew not to fuck with me. Good job for Sam for doing what I asked him to.
“An officer went to pick up the evidence for court and somehow it got misplaced in the transport process. I just need a little more time to recover the evidence,” the DA said as our eyes met, I gave him a wink as I watched him sweat.
“This is unacceptable! I motion for a mistrial,” Cinnamon’s lawyer spoke up banging her fist on the table for a dramatic effect. I was enjoying this, it felt like a scene on the TV show Law & Order.
“On what grounds?” the judge asked.
“The evidence will be inadmissible in court. If the evidence is lost, how will it be recovered? I believe the Miami Police Department is going to plant evidence on my client. This case is a joke I motion to have it thrown out.”
“You have a point. Next time you come in my courtroom district attorney Jacobs, you have your shit together! All charges against Mrs. Green will be dropped,” the judge said before banging his gavel.
I sent a text to my men telling them to have Sam’s wife delivered to their home. I was a woman of my word so she was going home unharmed. The district attorney wore a mug as he gathered his things to leave the courtroom.
“My gut tells me you have something to do with this,” District attorney Jacobs said stopping next to me.
“Prove it,” I smiled.
“Oh, I will. Trust me you, your grandson and everyone associated with you is going down.”
“I must make your dick hard Jacobs.” I pulled him to me by his tie. I made sure he was close enough to where he could smell what I had for breakfast. “You don’t want these types of problems. If it’s pussy you want, ask. I haven’t turned out a little white boy in a while.” I smirked causing his face to turn beet red.
“When you come for us, make sure you come with force, make sure you’re actually able to win this case.” I pulled out a card from my purse. “If you ever need a stress reliever, call me.” I smacked his ass then walked away.
“Thank you, Julie, I owe you,” Denise said giving me a hug.
“Cinnamon is like a daughter to me, so you don’t owe me. I owe you for giving birth to such an amazing woman, I’m honored to have her apart of my family.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m sure Cinnamon wants to ride home with you guys, just have her call me,” I said giving CJ a kiss on his plump cheeks. I played with him for a while before leaving.
“Where to boss lady?” Benny aske
d as he held the door open for me.
“I have to meet with someone, take me to 32nd street.”
“Yes ma’am.”
I was wiring money to Sam’s account when someone hit the car causing us to flip off the road. The car flipped over twice more before landing on its side in a ditch. I tried to remove my seatbelt, but my ankle was stuck under the seat making it too hard and painful to move.
“Are you ok?” I could hear Benny’s voice ask.
“Yes, Benny come help me I’m…”
RAT. TATT. TATT. TATT. TATT. TATT. TATT.
Bullets began to flood the car. Good thing my car is bulletproof; I thought as I tried to reach the emergency button on my phone. Right before I got a chance to hit it, my body was violently yanked out of the car and tossed to the ground.
“Well. Well. Well. Well. Look who we have here,” Vic evilly smiled pointing his gun at me. “Ms. Queen Pin Julie!”
“Victor, Victor, Victor. You remind me so much of your father. Instead of doing what he came to do, he always wanted to give speeches and shit. If you’re going to kill me, shoot, or else you get shot,” I said pulling out the gun that I had tucked in my pantyhose. I shot him twice before he could even comprehend what I had just said.
I slowly got off the floor. I was in so much pain that my body ached with every step I took. I saw Benny laying on the ground holding his shoulder. I grabbed the decorative scarf I wore and wrapped it tightly around his wound.
“I’m sorry boss,” he said trembling.
“Sorry for what?” I asked. “It’s not your fault.”
“Oh, it is, he helped me,” a female voice said while placing a gun to the back of my head.
“Drop your weapon,” the familiar voice demanded.
I tossed my gun to the side and turned around facing the bitch that I hired to kill Vic.
“You’re a bold bitch,” I laughed.
“Yes, I am, but you’re a dead one,” she smirked.
I looked her in her cold eyes that held no emotion. A look I knew all too well, it was a look that showed she was not scared to kill me. It was a look that showed that she was killing me for a reason, but why?