by Corey Bryant
Sitting in Janice’s office after hours running money through money machines and preparing bank statements, my phone kept vibing.
“Damn! Who is this?!” I said as I looked at my phone. I didn’t recognize the number, but I still went ahead and answered it. “Hello!”
“Hey Antonio, how are you doing?!”
“Umm… good! Who is this?!”
“I guess it have been a long time since we’ve talked and you wouldn’t know my voice.”
My mind was running like crazy for a few seconds and then her voice registered… It was my ex-girlfriend who went sour on me during my bid! I still was smiling because I used to love this lil red-bone high school sweetheart!
“Is this Step?!
“Yeees!” Said Stephanie as she giggled.
“Heeey! How you doing?!” I said with genuine excitement in my voice.
“Um doing good! I seen you in the galleria earlier today, so I called my cousin and she gave me your number.”
“Oh… ok.” I said slightly stunned.
“Is it cool to talk? I mean you’re not busy, are you?” Said Stephanie, sensing that I was in the middle of something.
“Step, actually I am, but I will get back at you later.”
“Okay, text me before you call back.”
“A’ight,” I said as I hung up. My mind was wandering like crazy! Thinking about what made her call me. She couldn’t stand the rain like she promised she would, but now that I’m free and rich as fuck I might give her the benefit of the doubt. Let me get back to the business at hand.
“Who was that?” Asked Janice as she walked up on me grabbing my dick and sucking on my neck.
“You goin to start something!” I said, As I reached around and grabbed her ass.
“That what I was hoping!” Whispered Janice as she pulled out my tool as it got bone hard. “You know you owe me.” Said Janice as she stroked my dick and squeezed my chest at the same time.
“I pay you good, don’t I?” I said as I ran my right hand through her curly hair guiding her to my throbbing dick. I took my shirt off and stepped out of my Armani pants and shoes in one swift motion and rammed my dick deep down Janice’s throat, testing her gag reflexes.
“Gagg! MMM, MMM Antonio!” Moaned Janice as she hugged, gagged, and hummed on my dick.
“That’s what I’m talking bout Jan!” I said as I slowly fucked her in her mouth while I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and ears.
As I was enjoying Janice’s mouth, I heard the door open and it was Jan’s thick young secretary, Amanda. A young 21-year-old white girl!
“Oh shit!” I said snatching my dick out of Jan’s mouth.
“What’s wrong?!” Said Jan.
“Amanda is in here!”
Jan looked up from her position looked at Amanda and smiled. “Close the door Amanda and come on in!”
“What the fuck!” I said as Jan grabbed my shiny dick and commenced sucking as Amanda slowly walked over to where we were at.
“Come on take your clothes off!” Said Jan to Amanda. Amanda smiled at me as she unbuttoned her shirt she threw her arms around my neck and tongue kissed me! I started caressing her young breasts and ass as I unzipped her pants and inserted my middle finger in her wet pussy. “Damn!” I’m thinking to myself because I been wanting to fuck Amanda and I’m thinking I was right about these two! I had been thinking that they had been talking about me, the way they looked at each other when I’m around. Especially, if I fall through there with an under armor shirt on flexing after a workout.
By now Amanda’s tight ass slacks were being stepped out of at the same time I was pulling my dick out of Jan’s mouth. Amanda bent over and placed her hands on Janice’s desk and without hesitation, I was ramming this rod up in her from the back. Janice came up and started tongue kissing Amanda and playing with her clit. About to take Amanda to another level of the game! She’s only 21 so it will be a great experience for her.
After handling my business with Janice, I went to my duck off crib out in Greystone and showered. While getting myself together I was checking messages and missed calls on five different phones. Stephanie hit my mind.
“Wonder what she wants?” I asked myself as I text her.
“Wusup, this Antonio.” She hit right back.
“Wusup Antonio!!”
“Koolin… what on yo mind?” I shot that text, with intentions of cuttin through the chase.
“Can we talk??” She hit back. I waited about a minute or so, then I called her.
“Hey, wusup!”
“Heey Antonio! How you been doin?!”
“I been koolin! How bout you?”
“I’ve been doing great! Just working and taking care of my 2 daughters! You’ve been out… bout 3 years now and haven’t even called me! Umm! I guess I would probably be the last one you would even want to talk to, but I understand. I do have an explanation if you want to hear it.”
Stephanie was getting right to it! She already knows that if I hadn’t contacted her after I was released I wasn’t fucking with her. Shit, she left me high and dry!
“Antonio, I know you’re still on the phone talk to me! We go back to the 5th grade!”
“That’s what I was saying during that long-ass bid Step!”
“I know, I know! Just give me a chance to explain, will you?!”
I breathed a breath of exasperation being sarcastic before answering… ”Okay… Explain.”
“Not on the phone, meet me at the Ole Charley’s restaurant downtown Sylacauga.
“Damn! Why so out of the way?”
“Because you know I’m married to Detective Garrison of the Birmingham Vice narcotics! Can you meet me or what?”
“Yea, I’ll be there… give me an hour.
“I see you doing very nice for yourself these days!” Said Stephanie as she took a sip from her Apple Martini.
“Well baby, you know me! Been bout it.”
“I know!! Right?! I like that car!” Said Stephanie, as she looked in the parking lot, referring to my all-Black Porsche Carrera.
“Its fly ain’t it?” I said.
“Uh-huh! But look… I didn’t get you down here to talk about your car.”
“Yea, you ready to explain why you left me?” I said interrupting Stephanie. I smiled to put her at ease. She smiled back as she ran her hands through her hair.
“If it’s difficult or something baby you don’t have to worry about it.”
“Nawl, nawl it’s kind of, but it’s not.” Said Stephanie.
“Okay… I’m waiting.”
“Okay… you remember when I used to ask you those questions like if I was pregnant would you want me to get an abortion or have it?”
“Yea… I remember. That was right during the time we broke up. I was telling you I wasn’t with the abortion thing, and... and you said."
“If it’s mine, I would want you to have it!” Said Stephanie interrupting me looking kind of agitated.
“On the strength of me saying that, did that hurt you?”
“You damn right it did!” Said Stephanie. “You don’t remember I cried and told you that you was the only one I had been fucking!”
“Yea… I do now. I thought you was bullshittin!” I said.
“Well… I wasn’t! I told you back then when I was asking you for the money for an abortion that you would remember this! Smiled Stephanie.
Now I’m getting spooked. “Wusup Step?”
“Well… when you got locked up, even though we had kind of got back together. I had in my mind what you had said to me about if it’s your baby and all that. So… I went sour on you, but I’m not going to let that bother me and continue to keep your son away from you!”
“Son?!!” I said sitting there with my mouth and eyes wide open.
“Yea… son! I went to Chicago, where my grandfather is, and had him.”
Stung by the news, I just sat there looking at Stephanie as she was gauging me to see my reactions.
“You playin,” I said, a little too nonchalant for Stephanie’s taste.
“Oh, you don’t believe me?” Said Stephanie as she went to the pictures in her iPhone. “Look.”
I grabbed the phone looking at a picture of a lil light-skinned, round-faced, semi-popeyed lil-boy. He had a flat nose, big lips, and a hairline like mine. I’m looking at features like my mama always said! He kind of looks like my nephew! Only one thing he had the slant and color of his mother’s eyes which were almost hazel.
“He was 2 then.” Said Stephanie as she grabbed the phone and slid it to some more pics. And handed me the phone. I was looking at pics ranging from ages 6 to 20. The older he got the more he was looking like me.
“Send these pics to my phone!”
“Why? You want to show them to your mama? To see what she think.”
“Step, why you never told me? I mean, you straight left a nigga in the dark!” She got me so heated now that I’m almost getting loud with her.
“Because! You was on some bullshit like he wasn’t yours! But I knew I couldn’t do it forever!”
“So, when he asks where and who his daddy is, what you tell him?”
“I told him the truth!... That you was in prison and probably would be there for life!”
“That’s fucked up Step!”
“I know, I know Antonio, but I was hurt! Especially, after I heard you had a baby by that skank hoe Sandra! Wasn’t she on dope or something?!”
“Hell, hath no fury like a woman scorned,” I said.
“Yea!! Whatever you want to call it!” Said Step, drawing the attention of other customers in the restaurant. “Sorry!” Said Stephanie, with an embarrassing smile on her face to me and the other customers.
“Well, I apologize for all that, but you still supposed to at least let me know about the baby even if you did leave me! Didn’t think I was goin to get out huh?!” I said with an “uh-huh bitch” smirk on my face.
Stephanie rolled her eyes and smiled at this. “Thank god you did!”
“Already! So, is he still in Chicago or what? I want to meet him.”
“No… he’s in Birmingham, doing the same stuff that led you to prison! That’s why I was glad we got this out the way, so you can talk to him!”
“Okay, so, where is he?” When I said that, like clockwork 3 young niggas, walked in the restaurant. The one in the front, was about 6 feet 2, about 250 lbs. with long dreads, mouth full of gold, and light-skinned. The one in the middle was short, about 5’7 or 5’8 light-skinned, kind of stocky athletic built like Dallas Cowboy running back Ezekiel Elliot, except with dreads and looked identical to me! My son! This nigga gangstafied, I said to myself. And the 3rd one, who was walking behind my son was a dark-skinned fellow, with a bald head, with diamonds in his ear, Rick Ross's beard, and Platinum teeth with crushed ice. The 2 fellows with him I gauged as his shooters.
“Wusup ma.” Said D-Ant, which is my son who was looking at me with a shit-eating grin on his face. His grill gleaming like his shooters. I stood up and held my hand out to shake his hand as Stephanie stood up to introduce us.
“D-Anthony… meet your father Antonio… Antonio meet your son, D-Anthony.
“Wusup D-Ant!” I said enthusiastically. He hesitated for a couple of seconds before shaking my hand and saying, “I wanted to ask you the same thang!”
Chapter 18
Carlos had been laying low in San Antonio since he’s escaped from witness protection. Well, not exactly escaped, but eluded his handlers. That’s what made them put an APB out on him on the low. They just wanted him safe and alive but at the same time, they couldn’t give a shit about him! It’s just the fact that the Feds knew that Garcia stood a good chance of getting his conviction overturned. So, that means a new trial and they would need Carlos to testify again because he was the star witness in the first trial.
Agent Vinnie Testado was Carlos’s shadow when he was in the witness protection. Agent Vinnie was adamant about locating Carlos, apprehending him, and have him placed in Federal Custody at a safehouse until this new trial is over. The Feds had been investigating the murder of Carlos’s son since it happened and immediately started watching Garcia’s immediate family. His wife, children, and all known associates past and present.
So far, they had nothing since they were flying under the radar. Their names had never been connected to any drug dealing so that was a plus, but something interesting happened one day. Some undercover agents had been dispatched to put Anita, Garcia’s wife under heavy surveillance. They spotted this African American male having lunch with Anita in a downtown grill. The building in which her office where she ran her business was located. They took pictures of this guy and ran them through their database and a match was found! His name was Antonio Deangelo, an ex-convict with state and federal convictions for murder and conspiracy to possess and distribute cocaine.
Now turned entrepreneur, investor-business owner, CEO/owner of a hot record label, and suspected Kingpin leader of a violent drug-dealing criminal network ran out of Atlanta, Georgia. With this information Agent Testado immediately contacted the Georgia branch of the F.B.I. and D.E.A then informed them of what was going on in Texas and Mexico. Advised them to put a watch on Deangelo and associates. Agent Testado remembered what Carlos had said about it being a Black man who called his phone from his now-deceased son's phone. They had listened to the call themselves, but it was hard to authenticate a voice they’ve never heard before.
So now, Testado felt as if they had enough evidence now to put in an affidavit and submit a federal judge to get a wiretap on somebody’s phone. Meanwhile, Testado has been hanging out in Dallas, Texas hoping that Carlos Desendez would surface there in revenge of his son’s murder.
Carlos knew that since the trial most of Garcia’s family and cartel had moved out of Houston. So now he was on a mission to find Anita and make her tell him who was the triggerman who took his son’s life just before he slit her throat! He knew that Garcia was responsible, so he was going at his wife first! He knew what she was capable of. Even though he was a rat, he still had a few associates who would join him. Especially, if he was paying! Carlos still had money, so buying a few hungry wolves wasn’t a problem.
Down in San Antonio, Carlos was getting a small crew of young wolves together that he met through his late son. With the help of one of his old acquaintances, he found out Garcia’s youngest sister stayed in Dallas.
“We’re headed to Dallas.” Said Carlos after getting off the phone. They loaded up 4 deep in a Black 2017 Cadillac Escalade and sped off to the highway.
After chopping it up with my son D-Ant, I was amazed! This young nigga had his shit together. After I sat there for 2 hours with him giving my brief life story and explaining why I wasn’t in his life all those years. He took me by surprise at how mature he was about the situation.
Of course, he had some anger, but he was really cool.
“Ain’t no love loss… Pops!!” Said D-Ant halfway sarcastically with that sneaky grin.
“Shiiit! I say we lock this bitch down! The whole Southeastern region! S.E.C. Southeastern Conference. Let me in… Pops!
“Damn! Here we go!” I thought to myself. “This nigga going to be a handful.” I gave him my number. “We’ll talk,” I said as I left the restaurant.
That night I caught a flight down to Baton-Rouge to watch a prospect for my agency. He was a Receiver who played with Grambling. After the Bayou Classic, I had dinner with him, his stepfather, and his fine ass mama. That I had been hooking up with on the low and fucking her brains out! That old nigga she had couldn’t handle her relationship was purely a beneficial thing for her. Retired from the military, he got a good supervisor position at some upscale firm. Well, I’m pouring it on hard violating all kinds of ethical rules. Sliding big money to my prospect, gave him a fly ass drop-top Camaro and fly all through his mama! She was doing most of the enticing for her son to sign a contract with me and my agency so I can be his agent and get him in the N.
F.L.! After kicking it and handling my business in Baton-Rouge I went on to Texas to kick it with my people… my plug Anita. I met her in a grill which is in a building in downtown Dallas where her office is located and had lunch. I hadn’t got with her sister-in-law Conswela, Garcia’s baby sister in a while. So, I called her up and it wasn’t long before me and her was hooking up at my hotel room.
When Carlos arrived in Dallas, he got a suite in a hotel in downtown Dallas. Him and his young band of up-and-coming Guatemalan shooters. He called a few people which he used to deal with that he didn’t squeal on. Trying to get information on Anita and her children.
“You fucking rat-snake. You’ve already taken down her husband and the whole empire! What more do you want?!” Said one of the old contacts. “Don’t ever call my place of business or me as long as you live!” And then he hung up.
Shortly after the call, the old contact called Anita and told her what took place. With that info. Anita called up a couple of their old guns for hire for security measures. Then she called Antonio.
“Antonio, Carlos is in Dallas!” Said Anita.
“Oh yeah?! How do you know Anita?” I asked.
“One of my business partners in the exotic car business called me and told me that Carlos called him asking about me. I had a feeling that he may pop up!”
“Okay Anita, do you have anybody around you?”
“Yes, and I have some more people on the way. I’m going to put a team together to find him!” Said Anita.
“Okay Anita, what do you want me to do? Me and Conswela are just about to leave my hotel room now.” I said, as I was grabbing my keys and motioning to Conswela, Garcia’s sister to move.
