by T J Edwards
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Later that night, after Tori was asleep, I wound up doing something that I thought I would never do. I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. I took off all of my clothes before sitting in a tub of hot bathwater. I exhaled loudly and laid my head back against the tiles of the wall. I stayed that way for ten minutes before getting out and drying myself off. Then I sat on the closed lid of the toilet.
I grabbed the tray of heroin and works from the sink, sitting it on my lap. I picked up the syringe that was already filled with the Vega’s heroin inside of it. Wrapped the rope around my left arm, and clenched my fist over and over again until my veins popped out of my skin.
Once they were good and ready, I targeted the thick one right inside of my inner forearm, sliding the needle into it. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Yo, I’m sorry, Eve.”
I pushed down on the feeder, feeling the poison shoot into me. As soon as it entered my bloodstream, I felt like I was having a thousand orgasms at one time. Instead of the sound of bells that I usually got from tooting, now I heard a nice, soft, and soothing Jazz music. I was unable to feel sadness or anger. The serotonin in my brain was intensified.
I felt good, but laid back like I didn’t have a care in the world. I closed my eyes, but at the same time, I was fully alert. All of my senses were heightened. I didn’t need for my eyes to be open to see how I felt. The music made me feel good. I could hear each chord like never before. I felt I like a snake being charmed out on a basket.
The music called to me and made me happier than I had ever been. My dick stuck straight up into the air. It throbbed and pulsated against my stomach. It appeared to be a full eleven inches now when I was used to it being just a little under ten.
I ran my hand over my face and licked my lips. It gave me tingles. I needed to fuck something and fast. I looked over and picked up the syringe, kissing it. “Damn, Eve. I wish I would have tried this shit with you way back then. I understand why you did it this way now. I swear I do,” I said out loud.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
I heard knocking at the door. “Baby, are you okay in there? Who are you talking to?” Tori asked through the door. I damn near jumped off the toilet, dropping the syringe to the floor.
“Aww, shit. Uh, nobody. I was praying,” I lied. “Gon’ back to bed. I’ll be in there in a minute.” I started to clean up all of the drug utensils I had spread all over the bathroom
“Baby, can you please hurry up? I need you out here with me,” she whined.
“A’ight, boo. I’ll be out in a minute. You got my word on that. Meet me in the bedroom. Here I come.”
“But I gotta pee.”
“Then use the other bathroom! Go! I’ll be out in a minute.!” I snapped, feeling my blood pressure rise. “I’m finna come wax that ass anyway, Make sure my pussy clean!”
“Okay, damn!”
I could hear her bare feet walking away from the door. I closed my eyes and nodded out for a few minutes before getting up and getting myself together. I was high as a muthafucka. I knew that this was goin’ to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship between me and Mrs. Heroin.
Chapter 6
I was broke. Down and out. Javier was hitting my phone like crazy asking me about his money. I didn’t have any real response to give him, so instead of picking up, I simply ignored the texts and calls.
I took a week off from life. I stayed in the crib, in the basement the entire time while Tori went off to work and tried to put a kilo of heroin into my system little by little. I stayed so high that I didn’t even recognize the days as they passed by. I didn’t come to my senses until the seventh day of my hiatus.
It was a Thursday night, around seven o’clock or so. Tori came running into the crib with tears in her eyes. “Showbiz! Showbiz, where are you?” she hollered.
Even though I was in the basement, I could hear her through the floor boards. I had been nodding in and out. I jerked up when I heard my name. I got myself together, went up the stairs two at a time until I was standing in front of her in the dining room. “Baby, what’s the matter?” I asked, holding her by her arms.
She was dressed in a pink and black Fendi skirt suit over black red bottoms. “That dude, Wetto, came into the shop today. Him and three of his boys. They were fucking with my workers. They went from station to station, knocking over their products and being real aggressive a handsy with them. Wetto himself pulled me into my office, picked me up and sat me on my desk, before placing his forehead against mine. He was saying that from there on out, whenever any of the Bloods’ women wanted their hair done, I was supposed to have my workers do their hair for free. That as long as I played ball, my shop wouldn’t have anything to worry about. Then he kissed me on my lips and gone say, “I belong to the Bloods now.” She lowered her head and covered her face with her hands. “All the ladies in the shop said that Wetto is crazy. I know don’t want no problems with him or the Bloods. So we’re just going to do their women’s hair whenever they show up so he won’t hurt anybody. I was terrified! I wish you were there to protect me. I know you would’ve never let him do me the way that he did.” She cried into my chest.
I was clenching my jaw so hard; I could taste this bitch ass nigga that was coming at my woman. He must have thought it was sweet or something. And why wouldn’t he? After he had come into my home, tied me up, and had taken more then ten million dollars in heroin, I must have seemed more than sweet to his bitch ass. Yo, I felt like a straight sucka.
The worst feeling in the world for a man is when his woman has to run to him in fear after another man has defiled or violated her in some way. I was so heated that I was seeing stars. The high that I once had began to fade away quickly. I could feel Tori trembling against me and that had me vexed.
“Yo, chill, ma. I’ma take care of this nigga. Just give me a lil’ time. For now, set up appointments with the Bloods women, and do their hair. We’ll compensate our workers for doing so, don’t worry about it. You hear me?
She nodded. “Yes. But I don’t want you to do anything stupid. I need you. I love you, Showbiz.”
I pulled her into a warm embrace and kissed her on the forehead. “Yeah, I know, Ma. I gotta figure this shit out. I hate that you’re in the middle, but you knew what it was when you started fucking wit’ a nigga.”
“Yeah, but its not just about us no more.” She took a step back and rubbed her belly that protruded from her blouse. “We’re pregnant, daddy. I hope you’re happy about it.” She looked up into my eyes in worry.
At that revelation, my high dissipated. I looked down at her stomach completely sober. I didn’t know how I felt about her being pregnant. I wasn’t happy. I wasn’t sad. I think I was sicker, but only because I was broke. I didn’t know what to say or do. So I just held my silence and hugged her. I had to get my hands on sore serious cash and fast.
I needed to get at least a few million so I could pay back Javier. Then I could hit the slums and start to come up on the bread that my father needed in order to hand me over his throne. I couldn’t think when I was sober. I needed a fix. After I got my fix, I knew where my first stop would be. A stop that would guarantee me a few million, at least I hoped.
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It was hot and humid on a sunny afternoon. I could feel a slight breeze of the wind as it coursed through the open driver’s side window in Tori’s Benz truck that I’d bought her when she’d first crossed over to be with me.
I felt like scum having to drive my woman’s whip because mine was out of commission for the moment. I had yet cop to something, but it was on my agenda before I had hit rock bottom. I stepped out of the truck on my way to Debra into the dry heat, which was my half brother, Tristian ‘s mother.
Debra was five feet five inches tall, caramel-skinned with brown eyes and shoulder length hair. She was a real estate mogul and one of the coldest business women I’d ever met in my entire life. She had her hand in nearly everything from restaurants to beauty
supply stores, salons to car washes and even the stock market. She was a beast and all about the come up. There was only one thing that I disliked about her.
Her and my mother hated each other even though Debra looked at me like I was her biological son. She did ever since I was young when she and my father came to be. I had a lot of respect for her. But not only respect, sexual attraction too. Debra was gorgeous.
She was one of those older women that kept herself up. She went to the gym three times a week. She ate right and made sure she got adequate amounts of sleep. Her ways to me were all sensual and alluring. I personally ain’t have no filter, so I was accustomed to letting her know what was on my mind. I also had a hard time keeping my hands to myself even though my dad had a habit of chastising me about it.
I didn’t give a fuck about that or the fact she was once my father’s wife and my brother’s mother. Just wasn’t important. I needed these funds and I knew she was the only one who could help.
I rang the doorbell a few times and waited for her to answer it. After what seemed like an eternity, her maid answered the door in her black and white uniform. She was an older Mexican lady I assumed or someone of Spanish descent like myself.
“I’m sorry. I was upstairs vacuuming. I didn’t hear the doorbell until just now,” she said in a cheerful voice. “Are you looking for Mrs. Vega?”
I nodded. Even though my father and Debra had been divorced, she’d held on to his last name for whatever reason. “Yeah, I’m saying, didn’t they call you from the gate house before they let me through?” I asked irritated.
She smiled. “I was trying to finish up this last bit of work. It completely slipped my mind. I’m sorry.”
I stepped inside into the big, marble looking living room. It was completely spotless. There was a fountain in the center, along with small statues. It was decked out with white leather couches, crystal chandeliers, thousand-dollar paintings, and gorgeous plants. Debra had impeccable taste.
“Where’s she at?” I asked, looking around extremely jealous and irritable.
She stepped past me. “Follow me. She’s right out here reading alongside the pool. She only got out a few minutes ago, so she shouldn’t be too far into the book she’s reading. She replied to me in Spanish. She seemed like she was in a great mood.
“Bitch! Shut the fuck up! I don’t care about none of that shit. Just lead me to her. No need to use up all your word count, shit.” I curled my lip and frowned my face.
I was in a horrible mood. The only thing that was on my mind was how Wetto had got down on Tori and her workers. Javier had been hitting my phone all night. I was low on product and on top of that, I felt like I was behind in the race for my father’s throne. My mind wasn’t right. The last thing I needed to hear was a bitch with a cheerful ass voice.
She sped up the pace, leading me to the backyard. “There she is, sir.” She called to her. “Senora, you have a guest. Your son is here.” She bowed her head and backed into the house.
I walked towards Debra, shielding my eyes from the sun. She was laid out in a lounge chair beside the pool with a sun hat on. The rays of the sun reflected off the clear blue waters of her long pool and her caramel skin. She was dressed in a two-piece bikini, the top barely covering her double D breasts. The bottom half of her bikini hugged her pussy. I could see that even from the distance I stood. I made my way over to her, feeling my penis swell in my pants.
“Mama, what it do? I see you out here enjoying this sun. Or should I say this sun is enjoying you?” I flirted.
She looked up from her book and lowered her blue Chanel sunglasses. She sat up on the chair before getting to her feet. “Hey there, baby. Long time no see. Come over here and give me my hug with yo’ handsome self.” She held out her arms for me.
I walked into them and held her close. Her perfume wafted up my nose, intoxicating me like crazy. I inhaled her and held her small frame in my arms. Everything about her was natural. No fake ass nor titties. All real. Nothing like the women in New York. Debra was from Chicago by way of Memphis. She was country fed and Chicago bred. She had the charm of a Southern Belle, and the jazziness of a sharp tongue from the land of the windy city.
I kissed her neck and ran my hands down her lower back, all the way down to her brown ass cheeks that were sliced down the middle by a baby blue thong. I cuffed her cheeks and sucked on her neck. She wiggled out of my grasp, pushing me away. “I told you about that. You’re like a son to me. Tsk, Juanito.” She wagged her finger at me.
I laughed, reaching down into my pants to readjust myself. Her beautiful nipples threatening to spill from her bikini top did little to help ease the pain of my throbbing dick.
She sat back in her lounge chair and crossed her thick thighs. “So, what brings you to my home unannounced? You must be in trouble.” She picked up the glass of pink lemonade from the Umbrella table that was right next to her and sipped from it.
I grab one of the available lounge chairs and positioned it directly in front of her. I wanted the perfect view of her fat pussy while we talked. She was so fuckin’ fine to me. I couldn’t help but to lust. I had a thing for older women. I just never took the time to pursue them because it seemed like too much work. I didn’t like broads who called themselves calling me out on my bullshit and older women had a way of doing that. My preference was submissive women. The ones who kept their mouths closed when told and allowed me to spoil them. I hated to be challenged.
“About a week ago, I got robbed, ma. Some nigga caught me slipping and hit me for ten million in heroin. I had all of my money tied up into that shipment. I’m fucked up right now. I need help and I’ll do whatever it takes to get it.”
She took another sip out of her pink lemonade and uncrossed her thighs, exposing exactly what was in my line of vision to see. “So, what do you want from me besides the obvious, of course?”
My dick was pulsating in my boxers. I wanted to pull it out and stroke it while I looked between her legs. I could cum just off the image of her. That’s how beautiful she looked and how crazy I was over her.
“I need about three million and I should be able to pay you back in no more than a month, if that. I got some shit lined up, and as long as everything goes as planned, I can’t lose.
She opened her legs wider and removed the glasses from her face, setting them on the table. She looked into my eyes. “How is your mother? I haven’t seen her in a while. How did she take the news about Maine? I’m sorry to hear about that by the way.” She pursed her lips and shook her head.
I shrugged. “She’s okay. She took the news hard but is recovering just fine. She’s a fighter, just like you. As hard as it may be to believe, y’all are alike in many ways.”
Her eyes got big before they turned into slits. “Never say that to me again. Yes, my love for you is unconditional, but me and Amelia have history that is not so good. She feels like I stole your father away from her. I feel like he played us both, but life goes on. In order to survive in this world, a woman has to outthink every man around her and capitalize off them in any way she can.
A man is driven by his penis. A woman is driven by her ambitions. The next time you see her, tell her I send my regards.” She smiled. “As far as you go, you’re my baby, Juanito. You know I can’t turn you down. The three million is yours. You’ll have a month to pay me back. I’ll wire it to you within the next hour or so. I’ll need your information.”
A fly landed on her right thigh. She swung her hand and tried to smack it but missed. This act caused her to open her thighs wider. Her pussy swallowed the crotch band of her thong. Both lips were fully exposed and freshly shaven I could tell.
Something in me snapped. Before I could stop myself, my head was between her thighs. I opened them wider, licking at her exposed lips.
She bucked against me, shaking. “Aww, stop, Juanito. This ain’t right.” She opened her legs even more, yet tried to push me away.
I gripped her thighs, pulling her close to my mouth
. I moved her panties to the side and slithered my tongue up and down her slit, tasting her.
“Un! Oooh, Juanito, stop. Stop. Please, shit!” she moaned as she closed her eyes.
I reached up and yanked her bra away. Her titties spilled out into the open with light stretch marks across them that made them look so real but sexy to me. Her dark brown areolas covered most of her breast.
I slid two fingers into her pussy, working them in and out. She wrapped her legs around my head and rode my face. “Aw! Aw! Ah! Fuck! Son! Ooh! Shit! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she moaned, biting into her bottom lip.
I waited until she rubbed her pussy all over my face, before I stood up and dropped my pants. My dick was killing me. “Debra, you gotta give me this shit. Please, I ain’t gone say shit to your son. That’s my word. I need this pussy. Come on.” I lowered myself between her legs.
She shook her head and beat my chest. “No! Don’t, Juanito! Your father gone kill us. I can’t do this!” she hollered and tried to fight me off.
I allowed her to punch me all in the back. I wiggled my hips from right to until I found her hole with my dick head. I slammed it home.
“Uh, fuck! Baby, why?” She closed her eyes tight as I began to long stroke her pussy like a monster. “Uh. Uh. No. No. Baby. Uh. Fuck. Stop, Juanito. Stop. Uh, yes!”
The chair broke and we fell to the pavement with my dick going in and out of her womb like a battering ram. My mouth was all over her gorgeous breasts, pulling the nipples with my teeth. For a woman in her forties, her pussy was nice and tight. Wet and sticky. Her walls sucked at me and tried to keep me inside every time I tried to pull back.
I started to imagine all the times I saw her walking around in just her little skippy gowns when her and my father was together when I was just a kid. All of the see-through nightgowns and short robes. All of the times I caught her lounging by the pool like she was today. All of the dreams I’d had of her. I pushed her knees to her breasts and got to killing that shit.
