Black Scarface

by Jimmy Dasaint

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Six years later June 16th, 1998...

  Face had grown into a tall, handsome young man. Not only did he possess good looks, charm and swagger, but he also had the book and street smartsto go right along with it. Face now stood at 6 feet and 2 inches, with a slim, muscular, athletic body. He was a magnet for attention; mostly from women who couldn't resist his handsome brown face. The scar under his left eye had only made him appear sexier and debonair. Some of the women even referred to it as a beauty mark.

  Reese had grown up to become a handsome young man as well. He was also tall, just an inch shorter than Face. And although he and Face werebest of friends, the two young men were nothing alike.

  Face was a thinker, who meticulously plotted out everything he did. He never went into a situation without analyzing every single aspect of itfirst. Face gave respect to all who deserved it, and respect was what he always got in return. He was quiet, observing and humble, with a strong ambition to succeed. In his relationships, Face was loyal, caring, and could always be trusted.

  Reese was the total opposite: a problematic head case who solved hisproblems through torture and violence. Reese didn't want people to respect him. He wanted people to fear him. That's why most of the time he did his talking with a gun. On the streets, Reese was considered a dangerous and ruthless man. The only people he loved and respected were the members of his immediate family. And the only people he had ever trusted with his life was Face and his younger brother, D.J.

  At 18 years old, Reese had already committed two homicides under his belt. Hehad shot and killed both of his victims; one guy for taking too long to pay on a bet, and the other guy for disrespecting Face in front of him. Neither of the murders had gone to trial - the only witnesses besides the victims had been him and Face. And he knew Face would never say a word about them to anyone.

  A tinted, all black Lexus LS drove up and parked in an empty space. Reese sat behind the wheel and waited for Face to come out of his apartment. The Denrich Apartments were located in a nice peaceful section of West Philadelphia. Face lived there alone in a one-bedroom apartment. His mother had helped him get it when he turned eighteen. Reese lived a few blocks away at the Lincoln Green Apartments with his stripper-girlfriend, Sandy.

  Face strolled out the front entrance and walked over and got insidethe car.

  "What's up, Homie?" Reese asked, as Face settled into the seat. Theygave each other a pound, then relaxed.

  "Truck wants to see us. He says it's important," Face replied, gettingmore comfortable in the soft leather seat.

  "It's always important," Reese said, frowning.

  "Don't start today, Reese. Let's just go see what he wants,"

  Reese pulled his car out of the space and drove off down the street. On the drive over to Truck's spot they talked and enjoyed the new Jay-Z CD playing on the car stereo.

  Twenty minutes later, Reese pulled up and parked his Lexus in front of a large barber shop on 45th and Lancaster Avenue. They both got out ofthe car and walked inside

  The shop was crowded with everyday customers who mostly sat around conversing about Black America, arguing politics and lying about who they'd had sex with; and most of the older men inside the shop sat around and reminisced about their glory days. Face and Reese walked through the crowd shaking hands and speaking with most of the men inside.

  After making their way to the back, they went up a flight of stairs and stopped at a black door. Face knocked four times; four knocks was Face and Reese's special code to let the person on the inside know it wasthem.

  "Come in ya'll," a deep voice answered.

  Face opened the door and he and Reese entered the room, closing thedoor behind them.

  A short stocky dark-skinned man with long dread locks was sitting on a sofa in front of a TV. Heavy gold jewelry laced his neck and hands. His name was Truck. He was the local drug boss. Face and Reese were his top two street lieutenants. Truck was an older man in his mid forties. He had been a drug dealer for over half his life and for the past year, Face and Reese had been working for him.

  Truck had a small drug organization that sold a few kilos a day to small-time neighborhood drug dealers. Face and Reese were paid well to make sure everything ran smoothly. They picked up money, bagged up, and dropped off drugs, and did everything else Truck needed them to do for him.

  Not only were Face and Reese his two youngest workers, they were his best two men. They were both very ambitious. When Truck looked atthem, he saw two hungry young lions; both determined to one day find their own kingdom inside the jungle of life.

  "Sit down, gentlemen," Truck said, pointing the remote at the TV and turning it off.

  Face and Reese sat on the large sofa, each taking a place at Truck’s side. They looked at him expectantly.

  "Tomorrow night, I have to go make that run. I’m ‘a need ya'll two to be following me and make sure everything goes straight," Truck said,looking at each of them in turn.

  "How much you buying this time?" Face asked, curiously. "Twenty kees," Truck answered.

  "This is from the new connect you was telling us about?" Face asked.

  "Yeah, Bam-Bam, from North Philly. I had a talk with him earlier today and everything is set for tomorrow night."

  "Did you check this dude out?" Face asked.

  "He's cool, man. A-Rock introduced me to him," Truck responded. "And my nephew knows better than to introduce me to somebody who ain't thorough," he added.

  Face sat back shaking his head.

  "What's wrong Face? Spit it out," Truck said, seeing Face’s look ofdoubt and concern.

  "Truck, no disrespect to you, but your nephew A-Rock is a fuck up! All he do is chase after pussy and try to stay out of jail. Think about it, how many times have you given us money to go and bail A-Rock's ass out of the county jail?"

  "Face, I know that A-Rock is a fuck-up, but he's my sister's only child. He's my blood," Truck replied in a serious tone.

  "Yeah, but that don't make him right! Where is A-Rock at now?" Reese interrupted.

  "I don't know. Who cares? All I know is A-Rock called me last night and told me that everything was hooked up for me to meet up with BamBam. I gotta get my drugs from somebody and Hood is out of the question," Truck said angrily.

  Face and Reese looked at each other. Neither said a word. They both knew the story about Truck getting set up and robbed for millions of dollars worth of drugs. And how he had watched his top street lieutenant get murdered in front of him.

  Truck knew the same fate awaited him; he had only prolonged it when he ran and jumped out the second story bedroom window. It was a well known fact that it had been Hood and his cop friend, Ron Perry, who had been behind it.

  In the six years since, many people considered Truck soft, since he had not retaliated. Face and Reese were two of them.

  "Look, I'll see ya'll two tomorrow night. Be here at 8:30 on the dot.Ya'll will both follow me, holding half of the money. After I check everything out, I'll signal for ya'll to bring the rest of the cash," Truck said,then stood up.

  "Cool, we'll both be here," Face said, as he and Reese stood up from the sofa.

  After Reese and Face had left the room, Truck sat back down on thesofa and reached for the remote to turn the TV back on.

  "That nigga is a soft ass coward!" Reese said angrily, as he pulled away from the curb. "Hood robbed that muthafucker for millions and he ain't do nothin!" Reese continued to vent his frustration as hedrove down the street. "And, on top of that, he watched his man get murdered right in front of him! And still he don't get revenge!"

  "Maybe Truck has been waiting for the right time to get Hood back,"Face suggested, diplomatically.

  "Yeah, right, Face! That bitch-ass nigga is scared of Hood! He ain't thinking about getting no revenge for what happened to him," Reese vented

  "Have you forgotten who Hood is, Reese?" Face asked seriously. "Hood runs this city!" he added.

  "So the-fuck what? You
kill my man, I’m ‘a kill your ass, period!" Reese stated, maneuvering the Lexus through traffic. "I know Hood is a major player, but so what Face? Niggaz don't respect Hood. They fearHood!"

  "We both know that Truck is a coward. But he has to live with that, not us," Face said.

  "Yeah, but I hate working for his coward-ass! We should've been robbed him and put his punk ass six feet under the dirt!"

  "I told you Reese, it ain't cool to bite the hand that feeds you," Facereplied calmly.

  "Fuck dat! We can feed ourself!" Reese snapped. "How will we ever get that nigga Hood back for what he did to you and your family if we ain't got the money or manpower to go to war with him? Truck won't help us 'cause he scared of the man."

  "Reese, how many times have I told you that I will never let Hood get away for what he did to my mother and my face?" Face said in a serious voice.

  "And for killing your father!" Reese added.

  Face shook his head and stared out the passenger window. His mind drifted back to the time he had walked into his mother's bedroom after Hood had beat and raped her. There was no one he hated more than Hood; the man who was responsible for so much of the pain in Face's young life.

  Reese looked over and touched his shoulder. "Don't worry Face, oneday we're gonna get him!"

  "He's in my way, Reese! Hood has been holding my throne for too long," Face replied, in a serious, thoughtful tone. "Way too long!" he added, looking over at Reese.

  "Just let me know when you're ready to take what's yours Homey. You know I stay ready," Reese said, patting the loaded .45 caliber pistol that was tucked under his t-shirt.

  "When the time is right, Reese," Face said softly.

  Reese nodded his head as he continued to guide his Lexus through the traffic. He couldn't wait for that day to come.

  Chapter Forty-Three

  On a clean quiet street by 58th and Cobbscreek, Pamela sat outside enjoying the calm air and hot sun...

  With the money she had gotten from Face, following Mouse's death, Pamela bought a small two-story row home in Southwest Philadelphia. For six years, she and Face had lived there without any trouble. However,now that Face had moved out into his own apartment, Pamela spent most of her days and nights alone. The only people who knew where she lived were the people who she believed needed to know.

  Occasionally, Jay would drive over and spend the night. Since she had returned to Philly, the two of them had reunited and developed a solid relationship. The two of them had gotten along very well, both in and out of the bed, but even though Pamela now had strong feelings for Jay, she wasn't ready to fully commit to him and get married. A part of her was afraid - afraid to give all of her heart and soul to another man, then lose him. Plus, she secretly yearned for the two men she still deeply loved; Norman and Mouse.

  Jay was now a marijuana dealer. He bought pounds of weed from hisJamaican connect at wholesale prices, and sold it out of his weed houses which were situated in West and Southwest Philly. He was no longer running the streets for his life, but he was always very cautious, knowing that one bad slip-up would leave him dead. He knew that Hood was still the man; much bigger today than he was six years ago. Luckily, Hood didn't have the time to waste on small timers like Jay and Truck; men that he considered low-life cowards.

  Hood was a major player in the Philadelphia drug game. Staying two steps in front of the snitches and the law was now his main focus. He had seen too many big time Kingpins end up serving life sentences in a federal penitentiary, or lying six feet below in a man-madegrave. He didn't want any part of either. That was why he kept his circle small, with only the few people he trusted.

  Tasha was standing on the front porch with a big smile when she saw Reese's black Lexus pull up and double-park in front of Momma's house. Face shook Reese's hand, then opened the door and got out. After Face shut the door and Reese beeped the horn and drove off down the street, Face walked up to Tasha and they hugged and kissed passionately. They were both still deeply in love with each other, and everyone knew it.

  "Ya'll need to take that mess upstairs!" Momma yelled through the screen door.

  Face and Tasha walked inside with Momma. Like always, Momma was sitting on the sofa enjoying her afternoon TV shows: The Young and The Restless, As The World Turns, General Hospital, Montell Williams, and her favorite, Oprah. Face gave Momma a kiss on the cheek, then followed Tasha upstairs to her bedroom.

  Tasha was now a beautiful 22-year-old successful young woman. After graduating from Temple University with a degree in real estate andbusiness management, she was now working at a major real estate investment firm in downtown Philly. Even though she had a good job that paid extremely well, she still lived with Momma and D.J.; not because shehad to, but because she wanted to. Momma was now in her mid -sixties and Tasha didn't like for her to be alone in the house. Since Reese had moved into an apartment with his girlfriend, Sandy, and D.J. went to school during the day and ran the streets until all hours of the night, she had decided to be the one that was there for Momma, just as Momma had beenthere for her. In addition to her job, Tasha did most of the cooking and housekeeping, so Momma could spend more time enjoying her TV programs. It was an arrangement that suited everyone, and especially Tasha, whose love for Momma knew no bounds.

  Face closed the door behind him, then went over and joined Tasha on the bed. Once again, the two young lovebirds started kissed keenly.

  "Miss me?" Face asked, his lips nibbling around her sensitive neck and throat.

  "Yes, Baby," she responded, breathlessly.

  "How much?" he teased.

  "Too much," she whispered, knowing their passions were getting outof hand.

  Face raised up on one elbow and stared deep into her eyes. "Baby, how long is we gonna keep this up? How long is you gonna make me wait?" he asked in a adoring, but deprived, tone of voice; his hardnessthrobbing inside his Guess jeans.

  "I told you, Baby, just be patient with me. It will happen. I promise," she said in a caring tone. "I just want it to be right, that's all."

  They had never shared sex before. Every time they came close, she would back off and come up with some excuse not to do it. And for the life of him, Face couldn't understand why, since their love for each other was so strong.

  However, Tasha knew exactly why she was avoiding sex with him. She knew that Face believed she was still a virgin and when he found out she wasn't, then learned she had been raped and her virginity forced from her, it would ruin everything between them. As bad as they both wanted to have sex, she was scared to expose her deepest, darkest secret to him. He was her one and only true love and she didn't want to take any chances on losing him.

  She began running her right hand through his curly black hair, knowing he liked that a lot, while her left hand unfastened his belt. She would do anything and everything for him, except the one thing she believed would drive him from her forever.

  Face watched as she slowly unzipped his pants, then got down between his legs and pulled his pants and boxers down. He saw her shiver,knowing the sight of his long, thick, hard dick sent chills throughout her body; it always did.

  When Face went to lay back on the bed, she stopped him. "Baby, I want you to watch me, like you did the last time," she said, knowing it really turned her on when he watched her take him into her mouth. She also knew that it turned him on as well.

  Face repositioned himself on the edge of the bed, so he could see everything she did. He loved watching her expressions change as she became lost in what she was doing; seeing his hardness disappearing, thenreappearing, in and out of her face.

  Though Tasha didn't see this erotic act as sex, nor did Face when he orally pleased her as he had done many times, they were both ready and willing to please each other any way they could to keep their relationshipalive.

  Tasha grabbed his mammoth dick and started kissing it all around the head while he watched with satisfied eyes. Then, in one smooth motion, she swallowed his dick into her mouth as far as
she was able to.

  In the privacy and tranquility of her bedroom, she pleased him until he finally came inside her warm mouth. Then as she swallowed him down her throat, she watched and smiled as the orgasm had its desired effect and he slumped back onto the bed, exhausted.

  Montego Bay, Jamaica...

  The clear blue water surrounded the all white, sixty-foot Sea Ray yacht that floated calmly along the coast. Jose and his older brother, Rico, stood on the large deck with Hood and Killa-D.

  For the past three days, the four men had been enjoying the exotic Island of Jamaica. The Gomez brothers owned a large beach-house mansion along the island coast, and Hood and KillaD had been enjoying the company of beautiful exotic women and the best food and drinks the island and the Gomez brothers had to offer. At the same time, they had been discussing the business of selling drugs and making lots of money.

  Jamaica was only one of the Gomez brothers’ private getaway vacation spots. They had others in the South of France, Brazil, Miami, New York, Beverly Hills, and Acapulco. They were billionaire drug dealers who supplied close to 15% of the cocaine that flooded the streets ofAmerica; and Hood had become a major player in the Gomez brothers lucrative drug organization. They supplied him with the cocaine that would cover the streets of Philadelphia, one of their top money making cities on the East Coast - and Hood had it locked-down!

  The four men stood on the open deck of the Sea Ray, dressed in their multi-colored tropical shirts and white shorts. Rico looked at Hood and said, "Why didn't you bring Ron with you this time?" then took a puff of his fine Cuban cigar.

  "Somebody has to stay in Philly and hold the shop down,"

  Hood answered, taking a sip of his iced rum and Coke.

  "Maybe next time?" he smiled. "So, my friend, are you ready to

  takePhilly to the next level?" Rico asked.

  "I think we should keep things just the way they are, Rico. I

  supply almost 75% of Philly with drugs. Why not let the little guys

  eat?" Hoodlaughed, puffing his cigar.

  "If they start eating too much, they will grow larger, then