Black Scarface

by Jimmy Dasaint

  Tasha looked into Face's beaming brown eyes and said, "Yes Baby! Yes! I'll let my boss know about my resignation and I'll immediately get started on our company," she said, as they began locking lips.

  "How much money is this?" Tasha asked, looking at all the twenty, fifty, and hundred-dollar bills scattered over her bed. "It's a hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars," Face answered. "But I told you that a hundred thousand would be enough," she said.

  "Then the extra twenty-five grand will be more than enough," Face smilingly replied. "Don't worry about that, just do whatever you need to do to get our company up and running. And remember..."

  "I know, don't put your name on nothing," Tasha said, cutting him off.

  "That's right. Also, I want you to make my mother a paid consultant. Or give her a position in the company where she can receive checks," Facesaid.

  "Don't worry, Baby. I'll take care of everything," Tasha said with excitement in her voice. "There's just one more thing that needs to be done," she added.

  "What's that?" Face replied with a confused look on his face. "Baby, we need to exchange all this money for a cashier’s check. We don't need the I.R.S. snooping around and asking questions one day." "Damn! I never thought of that," Face said.

  After a moment of consideration Face looked at Tasha and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything. I know who will give us a check for the money."

  "Then everything will be okay. You get this money turned into a check and it will be hard for anyone to trace the money back to us. We justneed to show the I.R.S. that our company was started with legitimate funds," Tasha said in a serious voice.

  Face smiled as Tasha got down on her knees and started pulling down his pants. When she took out his hard dick, she looked up at him andsaid, "I promise you Baby, I’m ‘a make you one of the richest and happiest men in the whole world!" She then eased him into her warm wet mouth and took him to a place where only she could

  Chapter Fifty-Five

  Inside San Quentin

  When Quincy and Sniper had entered the gymnasium, Sniper spotted and pointed out the two men that he overheard talking. They were sitting on the back row of the bleachers, talking and laughing amongst themselves.

  Quincy watched the two men with burning eyes. He had seen both of them a few times at the weight pile, but they had never had any words.The two men were older and they were both Bloods, so there was no reason at all for Quincy to associate himself with them... until now.

  "Sniper, we gonna watch them two fools for a few days and see howthey move and who they know. I want to do this thing right, 'cause them two fools is gonna pay for what they did to my mother and stepfather," Quincy said, staring at the two men.

  "Why not get all the homies and take care of them niggaz now? We got plenty of shanks, and plus, you know C.O. Lewis will look out for me," Sniper said.

  "See Sniper, I need to do this right. I'm short now and I don't want tojack off no more of my time. That's why I gotta take care of those two fools the right way."

  "Cuz, I feel you," Sniper said. "That's why we need C.O.

  Lewis to help us," he added.

  "You talk to him when he comes on his shift in the morning. I'm

  sureyou can convince him to help us," Quincy said.

  "He did before," Sniper said with a devilish grin.

  After a few more minutes of watching the two men on the

  bleachers, Quincy and Sniper turned and walked away. They both

  knew that it was only a matter of time before the two foolish men

  were causalities of prisonlife.

  Southwest Philly...

  When Tasha pulled up in front of Pamela's house, Face kissed her on the lips and said, "I'll call you later." He was holding the new cell phone thatTasha had just got for him.

  "Alright, I'll be waiting. Tell Ms. Pam I said hi, and I'll call her tomorrow."

  "I will," Face said, as he leaned over and kissed Tasha once again.

  Tasha watched as Face got out the car and walked towards the house.After he waved goodbye, she blew him a kiss and drove off down the street.

  When face walked in the house, Pamela was sitting on the sofa andtalking on the phone.

  "Veronica, I'll call you back later. Face just walked in the house," she said into the phone.

  "Tell Handsome I said hi," Veronica said.

  "Face, Veronica said hi," Pamela told Face.

  "Tell her I said hi back," Face said, as he walked over and sat down beside his mother.

  After Pamela delivered the message, she hung-up the phone, then reached out and gave Face a warm motherly hug.

  "Boy, where you been at for the last week?" I thought you forgot about me," Pamela joked.

  "Never that, Mom. I just been a little busy handling my business andstaying a few steps ahead of the haters," Face said.

  "You better. You was taught by the best, so you ain't got no excuses," Pamela said.

  "So, you finally decided to get a cell phone, huh?" she said, seeing the cell phone in his hand.

  "Yeah, Tasha bought it for me today. She said she would call you tomorrow," Face said with a smile.

  Pamela saw the excitement in his eyes and said, "Boy, I hope ya'll ain't making me a grandmother yet, I'm still in my prime and way too young!"

  "No, Mom," Face laughed, "I'm excited about something else.” Pamela crossed her arms over her chest and said, "Okay Face, let me know what's going on."

  For the next hour, Face sat and told his mother about what had been going on in his life for the last two weeks. He told Pamela about Truck getting arrested and set up by his nephew, Vance getting shot and killed, and everything else that had happened. He also told Pamela about the money and the real estate company that Tasha was going to start up and run for them. "So, you want me to help Tasha out? What can I do? She's a professional," Pamela asked.

  "Don't worry, she'll find you a job and you'll be paid for it," Facesmiled.

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  "Okay, Baby. It sounds good to me," Pamela said. "I'm getting tired of being stuck inside this house anyway."

  Pamela watched as Face went into his jean pocket and pulled out a stack of hundred dollar bills. "Here Mom, this is for you. It's a small gift from me," he said.

  "Baby, what's this?" Pamela asked, taking the money from his hand. "Its ten-thousand dollars and it's all yours," Face replied. "For what?”

  "For being the best mom in the whole world and always having my back," Face said in a serious tone of voice. With tears building up inside her eyes, Pamela reached over and gave Face a soft kiss on the lips. As they embraced, the tears fell slowly down the sides of her face.

  Later that night...

  Face was lying across the sofa staring up at the ceiling. The TV and radio were both turned off. Inside a room of total silence Face was lost in deep thought. The soft knocks on the door startled him and woke him upfrom his thoughts. He stood up from the sofa and walked to the door. When he looked out the small peephole, he saw Gloria standing there waiting.

  Face opened the door and Gloria walked in. She was dressed in a long silk robe with nothing on underneath it. For the last week, they had been getting to know each other a whole lot better. Gloria even cooked Face a few hot meals and rented them a few movies from Blockbuster Video.

  But until tonight, eating and watching movies together was the mostintimacy they had ever shared. Face had also told Gloria about his relationship with Tasha, how she was the true love of his life.

  "We can only be friends," he told her one night, as they cuddled up on the sofa watching a movie.

  "I understand Face, and like I said, it's fine with me. I'd rather have asmall piece of you than nothing at all," she said honestly. Face locked the front door and walked over and grabbed Gloria's hand. He led her back to his cozy bedroom and closed the door. Within seconds their lips found each other and the heat was turning up. Face removed his boxers and Gloria's silk robe, then picked her up into his strong arms. H
e laid her naked brown body across the bed and eagerly joined her. Moments later, her loud moans were filling up the air as Gloria Jones was lost in a world of ecstasy, experiencing her first multiple orgasms.

  Chapter Fifty-Six

  Three days later...

  Hood stood in the doorway of Lil' Robbie's bedroom, watching as he slept. It had become a habit for Hood to check on both of his children before going to bed.

  Earlier in the day, he and Robbie had driven to The King of Prussia Shopping Mall, with one of Hood's large bodyguards accompanying them. They went around the large mall collecting everything that Lil' Robbie hadwanted.

  Hood bought Robbie new clothes, video games, and sneakers. Thenthey packed it all in the trunk of Hood's Mercedes Benz and drove to a nearby park where Hood's bodyguard stood by watching while the father and son played a few games of basketball. Afterwards, they stopped at a McDonald's restaurant and sat around eating burgers and fries while talking. The entire time at the restaurant, Hood's bodyguard was seated at a table by himself with his loaded .9mm under his shirt; watching, steely-eyed as people came and went.

  After Hood closed Lil’ Robbie’s door, he walked down the hallwayand entered his empty bedroom. Britney was at her job in Downtown Philly. After requesting, and getting a transfer to work at the Police Headquarters building at 8thand Race Street, Britney had now been working there for three months. The job move had turned out to be verybeneficial for her and Hood.

  Besides being able to spend the mornings with her family, her new job had put her in a much better position to supply Hood with confidentialinformation, which was beneficial for the success of his illegal drug organization. She kept Hood abreast of what was going on and being planned; it was everything he needed to stay two steps ahead of the authorities.

  Hood walked over and sat down on the bed. He picked up his cell phone from the bed and checked to see who had called him. When he saw Jose Gomez's private number, he quickly called him back.

  "Hello, my friend," Jose answered, seeing Hood's phone number on his I.D. screen.

  "What's up, Jose?" Hood asked.

  "That thing just came through. I'm ready to see you."

  "When? Where?" Hood asked.

  "Tomorrow morning, you can come see me at my house in

  New Jersey; me and my brother Rico will be there."

  "I'll be there with one of my men. Bye," Hood said abruptly,

  ending the call and quickly dialing Killa-D’s cell phone number. After four rings, Killa-D's voicemail came on and Hood left

  him a brief message. "Killa, be here around 6:30 in the morning. We

  have to go see the big boys again." Then he closed his cell phone

  and lay across thebed.

  Inside the FBI Office in Downtown Philly...

  Special Agents Powaski and McDonald were sitting inside their office talking, "So, how's our new informant doing?" Powaski smiled.

  "He's fine; and happy to be free. But he knows what he has to do for us to keep it that way," McDonald smiled at his partner and just shook his head. "You're not gonna believe this," he said with a laugh, then passed Powaski the sheet of paper in his hand and waited for his response.

  "I must say, the kid has a set of balls the size of cantaloupes," Powaski said, as they burst out with laughter. "Maybe more like watermelons," McDonald amended.

  "Yeah, A-Rock's gonna be just fine. So, anyway, who's next on our list?" Powaski asked in a serious voice, then ran down his mental list of drug dealers, "Duke, Black, Jimmy, Al-Money, Cheeze, Lil' Man, Giovanni, or the Curly-Top brothers?"

  "None of them right now. I think we should concentrate and go afterthe big fish," McDonald said.

  "We've already tried to; it was a waste of time and tax payer's money," Powaski said, frustrated. "Hood and his organization seemed to stay one step ahead of us," he added.

  "Well, it's been over four years since we abandoned our investigation into Hood's organization. I think it's about time we got back to it. He's a lot bigger than he was," McDonald said.

  "And more powerful. Last time it was too hard for us to crack into his circle and our undercover agents were both murdered before they could testify to the secret Grand Jury. Right now Hood is untouchable andthere ain't nothing we can do about it except wait for him or someone in his crew to slip," Powaski said. "Well, maybe he will. So, in the meantime we can start

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  keeping a close eye on Hood and his crew again, but first I'll ask the Boss for permission," McDonald said.

  "Well, good luck. Just remember, the Boss is the one who terminated the last investigation after two of our agents were gunned down inside their car."

  Agent McDonald looked over at his partner. The two FBI agents that were killed were both very good friends of his.

  "When the boss gets back from his vacation, I'm asking him for permission to reassign us back to Hood and his drug organization." Agent McDonald grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair and sadly walked out the office.

  California, San Quentin State Penitentiary...

  Sniper walked into Quincy's cell and sat down on the empty chair. Quincyclosed up his photo album and sat it down beside the bed. He had just finished looking at a few pictures of his mother, Peaches, and his stepfather, Allen. Sniper could plainly see the pain in his eyes.

  "Yo, Cuz, I had another talk with C.O. Lewis and everything is set for tomorrow," Sniper said.

  "Cool, cause I'm ready to get this shit over with," Quincy replied. "C.O. Lewis said I would have to pay him back 'big-time' for this one," Sniper said with a grin.

  "So you know what I’m ‘a need you to do for me, right?" he added.

  Quincy looked over at Sniper's smiling face and said, "I'll do it thisone time Sniper, but only because he's helping me to get the two mothafuckers who murdered my mother and stepfather. But, don't ask meto ever do it again," Quincy said in a serious voice. "Thanks, Cuz. Just one time will be cool," Sniper replied.

  "Ever since you told me that shit, Sniper, I..." Quincy got quiet when two inmates walked past his cell. As soon as they were gone he continued,"...I ain't been able to sleep right."

  "Don't worry, Cuz, them two fools ain't gonna be around much longer," Sniper said confidently. "Cuz, what's that?" he said pointing to a large white envelope that was lying on Quincy's desk.

  "A few magazines that my lil' bro from Philly sent to me," Quincy smiled.

  "Cuz be lookin' out, huh?"

  "Yeah, Face and his mom been holding me down ever since my mom and step-dad got murdered. Right now, they all the family I got," Quincy replied with a tone of sadness.

  Sniper stood up from the chair and said, "Everything will be alright,Cuz. Let's go outside and get some fresh air."

  Quincy stood up from his bed and stretched out his massive arms. After putting up his photo album and magazines, he followed Sniper outthe cell.

  At the same exact time, C.O. Lewis was walking down the tier. His sleeves were rolled up high, showing off the colorful tattoos that covered his arms.

  C.O. Lewis was a tall and medium built white man with light blue eyes and blond hair. He was one of the meanest correctional officers that worked at the prison, and most of the inmates hated him for that.

  When Quincy and Sniper walked by, he gave them a sly look and nodded his head. Quincy looked over at Sniper and saw the big smile on his face then he said to him, "Cuz, you one crazy ass nigga."

  Sniper didn't bother to respond, he just continued to smile until theywalked outside into the yard.

  Chapter Fifty-Seven

  Inside the Ultimate Fantasy Gentlemen's Club...

  Passion walked back inside the dressing room after performing a half-hour show on the pole. Wads of small bills were clutched inside her hands. She had already made over four hundred dollars, and for one night's work, that wasn't bad at all. She walked over and sat down in front of a large mirror. She stared at her reflection, shaking her head in disgust.

  For the past
few years she wanted to quit stripping. The only reason she hadn't quit was that it paid good money. Besides the money, there was nothing she enjoyed about the job. Most of the men who showed up to watch her perform were disrespectful and cheap, always wanting something for nothing.

  The only people who always paid well were the drug dealers and hustlers, but when they paid they expected the girl to have sex with them.Passion had refused to go that route.

  When Passion was with Knuckles she had secretly had sex with a few men for money. The times she had done it, she had felt bad afterwards, as if she had sold a piece of her soul. But with her new love, Reese, she was content and 100% loyal to him. There was nothing shewouldn't do to make him happy. Reese had her heart inside his hands, and at his whim it could be caressed or crushed.

  White Chocolate and Foxy walked inside the dressing room, their perfect slim bodies covered in sweat from their work. They both held wads of bills in their hands. It appeared tonight had been a good night for them all.

  A group of men who worked inside Hood's drug organization had shown up. They came through cocky and boisterous, buying a case of Crystal and showering the club with their drug money.

  "Passion, I got us a few big spenders. What's up?" White Chocolate asked, as she put her money inside a brown-leather carrying bag.

  "White Chocolate, how many times must I tell you that I don't care how much money a man is paying, he can't buy my pussy!" Passion snapped, angrily.

  "Who said anything about a man" White Chocolate smiled. "I got two attractive women waiting for me outside in the parking lot," she added.

  "Have fun," Passion said.

  "Foxy, what about you? You down?" White Chocolate asked.

  "Girl, I'm strictly dickly. Besides, I have somebody new that I'm seeing right now," she grinned.

  "Damn, what about Truck?" Passion asked. "I thought he was your Sugar-Daddy; the man of your dreams. That's what you told me."

  "He was before he got locked up! But after pleading out for twenty-five years, two days ago, I decided it was now time for me to move on. It was fun while it lasted, but my motto is; When the nigga gets erased, let another come and take his place!" Foxy said then she and White Chocolate laughed out loud and gave each other high fives.