by Roy Glenn
“Thank you.” She paused. “Did I mention that since I’ll have command responsibilities that it comes with a promotion to sergeant?”
“Congratulations,” he said, nodding his head. “You gonna do it?”
“I told him that I would take a couple of days to think about it and let him know.”
“That’s not what I asked you,” he said sternly.
Although he thought it was a great opportunity and one that she deserved, he enjoyed working with her and wasn’t interested in losing her as a partner.
“Are you gonna do it?”
Dawkins stood up. “Yes.”
Chapter Eleven
Hawkins looked out the window of his room at the Ramada on Baychester and wondered if he was doing the right thing. He had been holed up there for days and hadn’t left, not even to eat. If it wasn’t for Grubhub, he’d starve rather than hit the streets.
Hawkins found himself caught in the middle. Not only was The Family looking for him, but AD had been blowing up his phone as well. Despite calling numerous times, he left no message and only sent one text.
We need to talk.
And Hawkins reply was, I’m done.
Hawkins was beyond done fighting a war he wasn’t interested in fighting. “For what? Revenge for Sterling? ’Cause that nigga got pussy whipped? Nigga please.”
That was Barnes’ thing; he and Sterling had history, but not Hawkins. Truth was, he never really liked Sterling, it was always about the money to him. The day AD came to them with an offer for a purer product at a lower price, and he’d done the math and calculated how much more money they’d make, it didn’t matter what they had to do.
But now Barnes was dead, and he was on the run.
“So, you wanna try it again, big man?” Vangee asked from the bed.
“Not tonight. Money’s on the dresser, you can go,” Hawkins said without glancing in her direction, not until Vangee pulled back the covers. Once she got out of bed, Vangee had his undivided attention because before his eyes was a thick delicious goddess, and she was something to behold.
In her bare feet, and yes, she had pretty feet too, Vangee stood five feet, eight inches tall. Her powerful calves led up to her thick defined thighs that met at her swollen mound.
Hawkins exhaled at the sight of her.
Vangee stretched out her toned arms and her amazing sized thirty-eight K breasts and hard nipples, that swelled if you blew on them, stood up and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He never could, not since the first time he saw her all those years ago.
When she lowered her arms and began to move, her breasts settled comfortably on the round belly he loved resting his head on while he took his time giving each nipple the care it deserved. He loved the feel of her, the touch of her, the sensation of her skin against his.
Her skin was the color of nutmeg with a reddish undertone that made her skin seem to glow when she graced you with her smile, especially when she was in the sun. Her skin loved the sun. Her naturally curly hair framed her beautiful face. That adorably-round face, her full, voluptuous lips that made him want to kiss her.
But it was her eyes. Her sensually-seductive eyes.
Eyes that said, fuck me.
Vangee walked in the bathroom and closed the door.
“Damn, she’s fine,” he said as the door closed.
Hawkins reconsidered for a second or two, but he was too distracted for that anyway. That was the problem the first time, too many things on his mind. Vangee rocked the house a few times, he lost focus and lost it quick.
“Too much on my mind,” he said, shaking his head as he heard the shower come on.
First and foremost on his mind was why was he still there? It was a valid question and one that he had, what he thought, was a valid answer.
Money.
But he already had money, it just wasn’t enough for him. The night that The Family hit the building on Manida Street, and he left Barnes to die.
“Hey, nobody made his ass go back to get some damn molly and ecstasy.”
Hawkins took all the drugs and money they had, so he had money. So the real answer was more money.
That’s why he was still there, afraid to leave the room, but all the while knowing that sooner or later he would have to, if for no other reason but to get out of the city. But he was a greedy fuck, so if there was a chance that he could come out of this mess with more money, Hawkins had to risk it. He took the drugs and got them to the people that he knew could flip it the fastest. So now his plan was simple, keep a low profile, wait a few days, more than triple the money and go someplace where nobody speaks English.
When Vangee came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her, Hawkins was still standing naked looking out the window. She looked at the long, thick monster dick that he was carrying and thought that it didn’t matter to her that she had already been paid. It wasn’t about the money, she had plenty of money. Vangee liked to fuck, and she liked to fuck men with long, thick monster dicks.
And that one was too damn good to pass up.
Vangee dropped the towel and began walking slowly toward him. Hawkins was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice her until she was crouching down in front of him and his dick was in her hand.
“What are you doing?”
“Shhh?” she hushed him and spit in her hand.
Once she began to stroke him, working her soft hand up and down slowly from head to shaft, there was no more protest in him. He cupped her face, looked down at her beautiful face. He loved to watch her give him so much pleasure because it always seemed like she was getting more pleasure doing it. She teased his head with her tongue, and then slowly worked her way down his shaft. He began to respond to her.
“That’s it,” she said in a whisper and kissed the head.
She slid her tongue up and down his length and felt it getting harder.
“That’s it.”
She spit in her hand again and then stroked it with both hands.
“That’s it. There’s the big fat juicy dick I came here to get fucked by.”
She applied a little pressure on his shaft, and it made the head swell. While she continued to work him over with her hand, she took his balls in her mouth.
“Shit!”
With his eyes wide open, his back pressed against the wall and on his toes, he gripped her head hard and tight. When it got to be too much for him, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She looked up at him and slowly allowed his balls to drop from her mouth.
“You want me to stop, big man?”
“Hell fuckin’ no,” he huffed. “That shit is so fuckin’ good, Vangee.”
“I know,” she said and held her mouth open.
He eased his dick in her wet and wanting mouth. She loved sucking dick, loved savoring the taste of it. She lavished it with kisses from her soft lips before she took him deep in her throat. Sucking him slowly and taking him deeper and deeper until she choked on it.
He gripped her pretty face with both hands, and he guided her head back and forth on his length. She gagged again, but she kept stroking his wet dick while she caught herself.
“So, big man,” she said and quickly took him to the back of her throat again. “You wanna try and fuck me right this time?” she asked as she stood up.
Hawkins spun her around, grabbed her hips and entered her in one hard thrust. Vangee pulled back and took in every inch of that dick.
“Yes!”
She began winding her hips and pushing her ass against him. When he let go of her hips, she bucked harder and harder, and positioned herself so that he would hit her spot with every punishing thrust.
“Stop playing with me and fuck me.” she encouraged. “Right there. Get it, big man!”
He grabbed her shoulders and began hitting her spot as hard as he could. Vangee was talking shit and he loved it. Screaming like he was killing her. In that moment, there was no thought of AD, or Rain Robinson, or money, or getting out
of the city. The only thing on his mind was Vangee.
“Get on the bed and lay on your back,” he said and followed her to the bed. Vangee laid on the bed and spread her legs slowly and seductively as Hawkins crawled up on the bed.
“You gonna break my back, big man?”
He entered her so hard that it made her pussy clench around him. She could feel every inch of him as he moved in and out of her.
“Make me feel it, big man!”
He fucked her long and hard like she asked. Each long and hard stroke satisfied her desire. She worked her hips and inner muscles while licking his nipples making his body tremble.
“Make me cum, big man,” she said softly.
She rocked her hips furiously into him until he pulled out of her and jerked his load in his hand before collapsing on the bed next to her.
Now that she had gotten what she came there for, Vangee sat up in bed and looked at Hawkins.
“Now you can go back to staring out the window at nothing,” she said, and he watched her get out of bed and walk to the bathroom before his eyes drifted shut.
Chapter Twelve
When Vangee came out of the bathroom wearing a red Zuhair Murad lace and mesh illusion midi dress and red Stuart Weitzman strappy sandals, Hawkins was still in bed with his eyes closed.
“Wake up, I’m leaving.”
“I’m not asleep,” he said and opened his eyes to the sight of her standing in front of his bed.
Damn, she’s fine.
“Good. Then you can walk me to the door.”
When he got out of bed and Vangee started toward the door, but that was when his phone began to ring. He looked at Vangee and then at the phone.
Damn, she’s fine.
She folded her arms under her chest.
Damn, she so fuckin’ fine.
He quickly grabbed for the phone.
“Hello,” he said moving quickly toward her.
Vangee shook her head and started for the door.
“This Marcos.”
“What’s up?” he asked, walking alongside her and grabbing a handful of her ass. Vangee didn’t have a big ass, but it was big enough to look forward to seeing it bent over and her fat lips calling.
“You said to call you when I got some paper for you, so I’m calling.”
“All right.” He kissed Vangee and she opened the door. She put her body on him and kissed him again. “I’ll be over there in an hour and a half.” He pulled Vangee close to him and felt himself getting harder. “I got something I gotta handle first,” he said and closed the door.
Once he took his time and fucked Vangee the way she needed and wanted to be fucked again, two hours later, Hawkins arrived at the house that Marcos operated out of and he went inside.
“Where’s Marcos?” Hawkins asked the men in the living room.
“Upstairs,” one said.
“Where else that nigga be?” another said.
“Up there countin’ that money.”
Hawkins said nothing, he just turned and went upstairs because they were right. Marcos liked to count his money and since that’s why he was there, Hawkins had no problem with that. He walked in the room and Marcos quickly grabbed and pointed his gun.
Hawkins put up his hands. “You gonna shoot me?”
“You ever think about knocking?” Marcos asked and tossed Hawkins a knapsack.
“You start locking the door, I’ll start knocking on it,” Hawkins said and slung the knapsack over his shoulder.
“That’s half.”
“Cool.”
“Give me another couple of days and I’ll have the rest for you.”
“You call me as soon as you do. I need that money to put this thing together. Once I make this move, I’m counting on you to step up your game.”
“You know I’m ready.”
“I know you are,” he said. “I’m out.”
“What’s your rush?”
“I got some shit I need to do,” he said, knowing that he left Vangee asleep at the Ramada and he wanted to get back there before she woke up and left.
Damn, she’s fine and that pussy … he thought.
“Why, what’s up?”
“I got some things I need to talk to you about. Shit I wanna do now that we about to make a move.”
“Okay.” Hawkins took a deep breath and sat down. “Talk to me,” he said, even though he really didn’t give a shit. He was out. As far as he was concerned, this was Marcos’ show now and he could run it anyway he wanted. But he couldn’t let Marcos know that he was out until he got his money.
It was about that time that Rain got a call from Carla. She was in the streets with Carter, Jackie and Baby Chris. They had just come from burning Mobley’s last spot to the ground, so Rain was hyped.
“This Rain.”
“And this may turn out to be nothing.”
“We ain’t got shit going on right now,” Rain put the call on speaker. “What you got?”
“You know I’ve been running an algorithm to track their calls and movement,” Carla paused. “I’ve been monitoring Marcos Parker’s activity and he made a call to a burner a couple of hours ago and now that burner is at his location.”
“That might actually turn out to be something,” Jackie said. “We pretty much wiped out all of his big earning spots. Marcos might be the one place he’d go to move product.”
“Since we were gonna get around to killing Marcos anyway, whether Hawkins is there or not, now is as good a time as any to shut that nigga down,” Rain said, and Jackie drove in that direction. “And you keep monitoring that burner. Let me know if it moves.”
“Acknowledged,” Carla said.
When they arrived at the house, they were surprised that there were no men outside the house and that they were able to approach without being fired on. Once they reached the door, Rain, Jackie and Baby Chris took out their guns.
Carter kicked in the door and Jackie quickly tossed in a flash-bang grenade. The unexpectedly loud noise caught the men off guard. Carter opened fire, hitting one in the chest, Baby Chris followed him in and hit another.
“What was that?” Marcos asked.
When Hawkins heard the noise and the shooting start, he didn’t bother to answer Marcos’ question. He already knew what it was and wasted no time making it down the stairs and out the back door wondering, how the fuck did they find me? Maybe they got a tracking device on me or some shit, he thought as he made it to his car. He tossed the burner in the street and stepped on it before he got in the car.
As Hawkins got out of there, one of Marcos’ men fired as he ran toward the back door. Rain returned fire and hit him in the chest when he turned to fire at her. Jackie went after the other man as he ran toward the back door. The man fired a few shots at her before he ran out. Jackie kept firing until he was out of sight before she went back inside.
As another of Marcos’ men fired shots wildly at them, Baby Chris fired back and ducked behind the wall while he fired away. When he stopped shooting, Baby Chris came out from behind the wall and hit him with three shots to the chest.
Carter started up the stairs slowly with his gun raised to get Marcos. As soon as Carter reached the second floor, Marcos opened up on him right away. Then he ducked in a room and closed the door behind him. Marcos quickly reloaded his weapon and pointed it at the door and fired blindly. When his clip was empty, Marcos jumped out a window, just as Carter came in the room. He went to the window and saw Marcos get up and start to run. Carter raised his weapon and fired two shots, but Marcos was much too far away.
Absolutely overjoyed to have survived another encounter with The Family, Hawkins drove straight back to his hotel as fast as he could. He looked over in the seat next to him at the knapsack that he’d gotten from Marcos and was glad that he got it before the shooting started. But it did bring another important point into focus for him. That was only half the money that he needed to get from Marcos. And now the rest of it is gone.
Wh
en he got back to the hotel, Hawkins put the car in park knowing that taking that loss meant that he couldn’t leave.
“Not yet.”
No matter how crazy that sounded based on what he had just barely escaped, but he knew how much money he was going to need to do what he needed to do. He grabbed the knapsack and went to his room. He was a little disappointed when he got to the room and found that Vangee was gone, but that was probably safer for her anyway.
But damn.
He tossed the knapsack on the bed and stretched out next to it. He kicked off his shoes, picked up the remote and turned on the television. His next thought was that instead of getting comfortable, he needed to pack up and move to another hotel.
Now.
He was about to get up when the phone rang and since Vangee was the only one who knew where he was, he answered on the second ring.
“Hey,” he said excitedly.
“Hello, Hawkins,” AD said. “We need to talk.”
“I already told you—”
“Not over the phone,” AD interrupted. “I know that you’re having some problems that you’re trying to get away from,” he paused. “As a show of my appreciation for all you’ve done, I’m in a position to offer to be of some assistance with that. I’m gonna send a car for you in the morning.”
Hawkins didn’t say anything, but he was thinking, what do I have to lose. “What time you sending the car?”
Chapter Thirteen
Hawkins sat there with the phone in his hand for a while before he put it down. He took a second to consider his options and weighed them against his reality. Knowing that he had few options available to him, he had no other choice but to seriously think through AD’s offer.
At this point, AD had to know what was going on with him, so he had to know that there was nothing that he could contribute to Rona’s proxy war with The Family. And if that were the case, what was there to lose in meeting with him?
Right?
“He could be tying up loose ends,” he said aloud.
So, what he had to lose was his life. But could he take the chance that AD’s offer wasn’t genuine? The answer was no, he couldn’t. So, meeting him was really the only option and if that were the case, Hawkins knew that he had to protect himself.