Passion sat there sadly shaking her head. She knew most of the women that worked at the strip clubs were no good gold diggers; fucking one baller after another.
"Ain't you still driving around in Truck's car?"
"Yeah, and I'm still living inside his apartment, too. Hell, he can't use either of them for another twenty-five years," Foxy laughed, and again, she and White Chocolate burst out with laughter at Truck's loss.
"Girl, that shit is trifling and disrespectful."
"Stop tripping, Passion! Don't forget how you used to be before you got with Reese," Foxy said.
"But I changed!" Passion said standing up.
"Yeah, well, when I find me Mr. Right, I'll change too," Foxy replied.
White Chocolate stepped between the two women and said, "Ladies,we are all friends here, so let's not go there."
"All I'm saying is one day that shit might backfire," Passion said, walking over to her open locker. "And Foxy, you're my friend. I don't everwant to see you get hurt," she added.
"I'll be fine," Foxy replied, then sat down and began counting hermoney.
Passion looked over at her and could only shake her head. She knew that Foxy was young and immature; she also knew that her words of warning had gone in one ear and right out the other. "Just be safe out there," she said, before closing her locker and leaving the dressing room.
White Chocolate sat down in the seat beside Foxy and said, "You know she cares about you."
"Yeah, I know, but sometimes Passion be tripping. Reese got her ass turned out!" They both started laughing.
"So, who is your new guy?" White Chocolate asked, changing the subject.
"A friend," Foxy blushed.
"New or old"?
"I've known him for quite a while. But, don't ask me his name 'cause I'm not telling. It's a secret," Foxy said with a smile.
When Passion walked back into the club, Killa-D spotted her instantly. He walked away from his group of friends and approached her.
"What's up, Beautiful? You change your mind yet about my offer?" he asked with a smile, his lust filled eyes scanning her halfnaked body like a hawk choosing its prey.
"Not yet handsome. I told you, I have a boyfriend," she replied. Killa-D shook his head and thought to himself, 'damn, this bitch is fine. One day I'm gonna have her!'
"So, what's up with a few lap dances?" he asked, flashing a stack of large bills.
Passion put her hands on her hips and looked into Killa-D's eyes. "You sure you'll be able to handle it? You remember what happened the last time," she teased seductively.
"If you can make me cum again, I'll give you a G," he said seriously.
Passion grabbed his hand and led him through the lively crowd. She found an empty chair in the back of the club and sat him down, then climbed her body on top of his and went straight to work. With both eyes closed, she thought of two things only: her sweetheart Reese, and the thousand dollars in cash that Killa-D would be paying her in the next fifteen minutes.
The white Ford Expedition pulled up in front of a small row house on 63rdand Callowhill. Jay waited inside patiently. Moments later a tall, slim, brown-skinned man walked out of the house and ran over to the truck. Heopened the door and climbed inside.
"What's up, Jay?" the man asked. They gave each other a pound. "Same shit, different day," Jay replied, as he drove the truck off down the street.
The man went into his jacket pocket and came out with a stack of cash.
"It's on the back seat. Just put that in the glove compartment."
The man opened the glove compartment and placed the cash inside, then closed the door. He reached his arm around to the back seat and grabbed the brown paper bag.
"That's four pounds of the best weed in the city," Jay said, smiling.
After driving around the block a couple of times, Jay pulled back to the curb in front of the house and parked. The man got out of the truck and Jay watched him go back into the house with the bag under his arm.
When the man was safely inside, Jay pulled away from the curb andtook out his cell phone. Pamela answered on the second ring. "Hello?"
"It's me, Baby. I'm on my way over now. You need anything?" he asked, as he cruised down 63rdstreet.
"Just you Daddy. I'll be in my bed waiting," Pamela said seductively.
"I'll be there in twenty minutes," Jay promised before closing his cell phone.
Jay had no idea that a man had been sitting inside a Nissan Maxima watching him the entire time he was making his drug transaction. The manwas one of Killa-D's workers, and for weeks he had been keeping close tabs on Jay, watching as he came and went. He knew every time Jay would come by the weed house to pick up his money and drop off more drugs. He had Jay's schedule downpack and now it was just a matter of time until he would take action. He knew killing Jay would make Hood very happy; and besides that, the man wanted to avenge the murder of his olderbrother and cousin that Jay had robbed and killed inside one of Hood's crack houses, six years ago.
Inside an apartment in West Philly...
A-Rock walked over to the living room window and looked outside. The street was dark and empty. He nervously closed the curtain and walked back over to the couch, and then he sat back down. He still couldn't believe he was a free man and back on the streets again. But this time as an undercoverinformant for the FBI.
Two days earlier, A-Rock had been released from a secret location that the Feds had been holding him at. He knew that without his assistance, they would have never arrested his uncle. Now, A-Rock was placed back on the streets to work off the long sentence he was facing. For his assistance, they had promised to turn his thirty-year sentence into a fifteen-month vacation at a federal prison camp.
A big smile was plastered on his face as he sat enjoying being a freeman. Being free was all that mattered to him.
When his cell phone started ringing, he looked at the caller I.D. screen and quickly answered. "I'll be here waiting for you," he said.
"I'm almost done. I'll be there in about another hour," a voice said, before the line went dead.
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Early the next morning...
Reese pulled up and parked in front of the beautiful white house. "Veronica living large," he said to Face.
"She's a true hustler, what ‘chu think," Face said. "And on top of that, she's beautiful," he added, opening the passenger door.
"I'll see you later, Face. Just call me when you ready for me to come and get you," Reese said, as they gave each other a pound.
When Face stepped out of Reese's Lexus, he closed the door and watched as Reese pulled off down the street. After a long sigh, he walked up the small pathway and approached the door. He pressed the doorbell twice and waited.
When the front door swung open, Veronica was standing there dressed in a black silk robe that hugged her curvaceous body. "Come in, Handsome. Long time no see," she smiled.
After closing the door, they walked over to the leather peanut butter tan sectional and sat down. Veronica stared into his face and just shook her head. "Boy, you get more handsome every time I see you!" she saidhonestly.
Face blushed and said, "And you more beautiful."
"So tell me, Face, what's so important that you had to come by this morning and see me?" Veronica asked, crossing her legs at the knees. "Veronica, I need a big favor from you," Face replied.
Veronica saw his expression and asked, "What do you need from me? You know I wouldn't hesitate to do anything for you," she teased.
After a sigh, Face looked into her eyes and said, "Veronica, I need you to clean up some money for me."
"How much money is it?"
"A hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars," Face replied. Veronica crossed her arms and said, "For what?"
"I'm giving it to Tasha to start up a real estate company. All I have is cash. I need a bank issued cashier's check so the IRS can never come after us for a money laundering charge. Can you help me?"
Veron
ica smiled at Face and said, "I have a good friend that is a bank president Downtown. I'm sure it won't be much of a problem, he's done it for me before," she said with a smile and a wink.
Face's eyes widened with excitement. A bank check was all he needed for Tasha to start up their company, and now Veronica was going to make that happen for them.
"Where's the money at?"
Face zipped down his jacket and took out a black plastic bag.
"I was wondering what you had under there," Veronica said as he passed her the bag.
"It's all there. You can count it," he said.
"I trust you, Handsome." Veronica sat the bag down beside her, thenstood up from the sofa and walked right up to Face. She slowly untied the belt of the black silk robe and allowed it to slide from her shoulders down onto the floor. She stood before him totally nude and Face couldn't take his eyes from her stunning brown beauty. He smiled and said, "Veronica, what's this all about?"
"Come on, Handsome, one favor deserves another and it's been quite some time since you came by to see me," she said in a seductive voice, taking his hand and pulling him up from the sofa and into her arms. "Youalways were my favorite student, you know?" Veronica continued and Face followed her over to the stairs. "That's what you always tell me," he grinned.
"That's because it's true," she laughed.
"Just make sure you got those cameras turned off," he said.
Veronica stopped halfway up the grand staircase and looked Face directly in the eyes, "Whenever I'm with you Face, it’s not about money or blackmail; it's just about pleasure," she smiled, then continued up the staircase. Face followed eagerly.
When Reese walked into his apartment, Sandy was sitting on the couch, counting the pile of loose bills that she had made the night before. Reese walked over and sat down beside her. Sandy leaned over and softly kissed his lips.
"Hey Daddy, you home early," she said, while wrapping a stack of twenty-dollar bills with a rubber band and placing it in a large brown shoebox.
"Here," she said, passing him a thick stack of bills, "that's the $1,800 I made last night," she said proudly.
"Damn, what was it, another one of them NBA player's birthday parties?" Reese asked, as he folded the bills and placed them inside his sweat pants pocket.
"No, just a few drug dealers spending and showing off for all the girls," she replied.
"So, how did you make so much?" Reese curiously asked. "And youbetter not lie to me," he added.
Sandy stopped counting and wrapping her money and looked straightinto Reese's waiting eyes. "Baby, promise me you won't get mad at me," she said.
"It all depends," Reese answered, critically.
After a long pause, she said, "Baby, I got most of the money from just one guy. He gave me a thousand dollars for some lap dances."
"What? A nigga paid you a G for some lap dances?" Reese asked with a bemused look on his face. "And that's all?"
"Yeah, I swear that was all I did," she said honestly.
"Who the fuck got money to give away like that? Was it one of thoserich white tricks?"
"No, the guy's a drug dealer and his name is Killa-D," Sandy said.Reese laughed and said, "What kind of stupid-ass name is that? Killa-D?"
Sandy started laughing with Reese then she said, "He's always sweating me about having sex and telling me how much he'll pay. But, I keep telling him, I got a man."
"What about your girlfriends, Foxy and White Chocolate? I know them two gold-digging bitches ain't turning down no money," Reese said.
"Yeah, you right. Killa-D fucked them both a couple of times. Matter of fact, it’s only me and one other girl at the club that he ain't had sex with. Most of the girls be sweating Killa-D and his friends because they got all that drug money because they work for Hood."
"For who"? Reese asked, surprised.
"For Hood. Killa-D is one of Hood's top men. White Chocolate and Foxy both told me. Is something wrong?" Sandy asked, seeing the serious look on Reese's face.
"So, this nigga Killa-D been sweating you like that?"
"Yeah, and sometimes I feel like he's obsessed with me."
Reese reached out and grabbed Sandy's arm. "Why the fuck you ain'ttell me this?" he snapped.
Sandy saw the look in his eyes and nervously said, "Baby, I didn't want you to get mad at me," she said. Her eyes started to water. "And I don't want you to have to hurt nobody else like you hurt Knuckles."
"Fuck Knuckles! He's a bitch ass coward! He ain't deserve you anyway!" Reese said, releasing his grip on her arm.
"You sure this dude works for Hood?"
"Yeah, I’m positive. Why, what's going on?" Sandy said, as tears started falling down her face.
"Sandy, Hood killed Face's father and raped and beat his mother!" "What, Hood raped Miss Pam?" she asked, wiping her tears away. "Yeah, it happened a long time ago, just like when he shot and killed Face's father. We been trying to get that bitch ass nigga for years. We ain't
never been able to get close to him," Reese said.
"I'll help ya'll if ya'll want me to," Sandy said straightforwardly. "Just name it, Baby, and I'll do anything you want me to do," she added.
Reese sat back, contemplating. "So, this nigga, Killa-D, really likes you, huh?"
"A lot," she replied with a smile. "He offered me thirty-five hundreddollars just to have sex with me," she laughed.
"So, how often this nigga come to the club?"
"At least two or three times a week. He's always there."
"Sandy, I want you to show me what this guy looks like. And I also want you to start being extra nice to him; 'cause it's gonna pay off in the long run," Reese said with a devilish grin.
"Okay, anything else?"
"Yeah, start telling him that me and you are starting to have problems in our relationship. I want you to slowly bring him in. If he wants you as bad as you say he does, that won't be hard to do."
"It won't. I told you, he's obsessed with me. So, don't you worry, I'll get him for you. Then you can do whatever you want to him," she smiled.
Reese looked at Sandy with a big grin on his face. "Take your underwear off.”
Sandy slid her thong down her legs and stepped out of it then she unzipped her bra and tossed it behind the couch. "So, you're not mad at me?" she asked insecurely.
As Reese was undressing he said, "No, what you just told me was the news I been waiting to hear for a long, long time. Now, come here."
San Quentin...
"Hey, ya'll two men over there, I need ya'll to come help me move a few large boxes inside the storage room," C.O. Louis said.
Ty-Bud and Wizard both followed the C.O. down the lower tier thenthey all went down a long hallway that had a large supply and storage room at the end of it. A few inmates were walking in the opposite direction, not paying the three men any mind at all.
"Damn, C.O., you couldn't get nobody else? We was just about to go to the chow hall!" Wizard whined.
"This won't take long at all," C.O. Lewis answered.
C.O. Lewis had everything planned out perfectly. He knew there were no security cameras that monitored that particular hallway and storage room; and the inmates and staff were too busy rushing offto eat lunch to be down there. Since this was his shift, he knew everybody's schedule and the best times to get away with dirt.
Wizard and Ty-Bud followed him into the large storage room. The door closed behind them. "Over there," he said, pointing to a bunch of boxes that were stacked against the wall.
"Damn! All of them?" Ty-Bud asked with an angry look on his face. "C.O., you could have got the orderlies for this shit!"
"Ah, stop crying! I said it won't take long!" C.O. Lewis said. "Now, go grab them boxes and set them over by the back door. Keep crying and I’m ‘a send ya'll's black asses to the hole for refusing a direct order!"
Ty-Bud and Wizard walked over to the boxes, both mumbling under their breath. They both knew about C.O. Lewis's mean reputation and neither of them wanted to spe
nd a few weeks in the hole.
C.O. Lewis stood back and watched as the two men carried the boxes from one area to another. The whole time, he never lifted a finger.
Ty-Bud and Wizard were sweating profusely. Carrying the boxes filled with cleaning supplies had them both tired. Suddenly, Quincy andSniper walked into the storage room. Ty-Bud and Wizard were too busy carrying the boxes to notice that someone else had entered the room.
Quincy reached into a nearby trashcan, pulled out four sharp shanks and gave two of them to Sniper. Then they slowly crept toward their prey.
Both Ty-Bud and Wizard had boxes in their arms and their backs were turned.
C.O. Lewis stood back against the wall with a devilish grin on his face and his blue eyes narrowed with evil intent. He watched as Quincy and Sniper slowly crept behind them. Then, his blue eyes widened as he witnessed a live massacre.
In a burst of rage, Quincy and Sniper rushed toward their two tired victims, stabbing and clawing them with their two sharp metal pieces.
Both victims tried their best to defend themselves, but their exhausted arms and backs were too weak to put up a good fight or defense.
Quincy and Sniper continued their relentless attack, stabbing and slicing through the living flesh of their two dying victims.
A few moments later, Ty-Bud and Wizard's dead corpses lay right beside each other. With over a hundred stab wounds, and even more slashing cuts, each lay in their own blood that pooled together and formed into one.
"Hurry up and change them clothes!" C.O. Lewis told them. "And put them shanks inside that box right there," he added, pointing to a box inthe corner.
They both rushed and did what he said and quickly changed into the clean clothes he had for them. They put their bloody clothes and weapons in the box he had indicated, and closed it up tight.
C.O. Lewis grabbed the box of evidence and said, "Ya'll hurry up and go take a shower. Don't worry about this stuff. I'll get rid of it."
They followed C.O. Lewis over to the door and out of the storage room. Not a single soul was in the hallway.
"Remember, ya'll two owe me for this!" C.O. Lewis said seriously.
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