As I approached the vehicle I heard, “Honey.”
We both looked. Mercedes was steadily approaching.
I hopped in the passenger seat, but she was already at Brian’s window, tapping. He kept his face toward me while rolling down the window.
“Where are you off too so fast?” she asked, straining her neck to get a good look at Brian.
“I’m sorry, miss, but you must have me confused with someone else,” I said.
Mercedes looked perplexedly and then caught on. “Oh yeah, you’re right. I thought you were my friend. You looked so much like her from a distance.” She began to back away. “I’m sorry I bothered you.”
“No bother at all.”
Brian rolled up the window and then slowly peeled out. “Wow! That shit was close,” he said.
“You telling me? Do you think she got a good look at you?” I asked, worried.
“Nah, not at all.”
“You sure?”
“Look, stop worrying.”
I sat back. “OK, if you say so.”
Brian and I went to a Thai restaurant on the other side of town where no one knew us and we were free to be ourselves. We could kiss, snuggle, laugh, flirt and not worry about looking over our shoulders.
“I know cheap men across the world are so happy for Thai restaurants,” I said, teasing him. “You can get good, quality food for under ten bucks.”
“Come on, Honey. You know I ain’t hardly cheap.”
“That’s exactly what you are.”
“You know I’d be able to give you more but—”
“But you’re too busy tricking on your wife and four kids.”
“My soon-to-be ex-wife.”
“That still lives under your roof.”
“See, I told you that’s only temporary until she can find a place of her own that she can afford. Right now we’re only roommates dividing the expenses down the middle. She’s leaving, and I get to keep the kids with me.”
I looked at Brian. He had the most innocent eyes any woman could ever gaze upon.
“Why every time we’re alone, talk turns into your wife and kids?”
“You’re the one who keeps bringing them up. I’m happy just to be here with you eating my inexpensive Thai food, and hopefully you later.”
“Just make sure you leave room for the dessert. I don’t want you falling asleep in the pussy like you did last time.”
Brian shook his head emphatically.“Why do you speak like that? And don’t tell me it’s because you’re from the hood in New York, because so am I.”
Immediately, I got angry. “Look, take this how it is. I’m a full package. You can’t chip away at what you don’t like and think you’re going to remix my personality. At least I’m not sitting up here trying to be someone I’m not, like you are.”
“How am I trying to be someone I’m not?”
“Right now you’re trying to be not married.” I cocked my head to one side. “How ’bout that?”
Brian exhaled. He had such patience and knew how to un-press the buttons he’d just pushed. “Look, gorgeous, I don’t want to do this.” He clasped his massive hands together.
Brian was a fairly large man with a square jawbone, outlined by a goatee. His thick eyebrows were smooth and framed his expressive eyes. His soft hair was always cut low, and his dark-chocolate skin was newborn-baby soft.
I knew his wife wasn’t letting him go, and all that shit he was talking was just noise. “Can we just have a good night, just you and me, enjoying each other’s company?”
“What time do you gotta be home?”
He fidgeted. “At least by six.” He held up his hand. “Just in time to get the kids up and ready for school. That’s the only reason. Had this been a weekend, you would have had me for the whole night.”
“Good. So I’ll fuck your brains out until five fifty-nine.”
He kissed my lips.
“That works for me.”
Funny, my vulgar mouth was no longer an issue.
When we left the restaurant, Brian wanted us to go to a hotel in Old Las Vegas, where the off-strip low-end hotels and casinos are located. It’s basically where all of the lowlife vagrants and winos hangout.
“Brian, take my ass home please.”
“Babe, come on. I thought you was saying you’ll fuck my brains out until five fifty-nine.”
“Yes, and I will. But I’m not doing Old Las Vegas. I’m tired of that cheap shit. Now if you want to bring me to a high-end hotel on the strip, then by all means, this pussy is yours. But if not, then you know where I live.”
Brian shook his head as he turned the car around and headed in the direction toward my house. There was dead silence in the car, that tight-mouthed silence that men exhibit when they can’t get no pussy as promised. But I didn’t give a fuck. I mean, I liked Brian and all, but at the same time, I had to make sure that I was respecting myself. I wasn’t no cheap-trick whore from the strip that he could take to some seedy hotel whenever he wanted to fuck on moldy-ass, bedbug-infested mattresses. And there was definitely no way in hell I was going to fuck Brian in his car like some teenager on my high-school prom.
“Would you take your wife to Old Las Vegas?”
“In a heartbeat,” Brian shot back, trying to be all quick-witted.
“Well, I ain’t your wife! Tap her ass on the shoulder when you get in, and drive her back to Old Las Vegas and get your rocks off.”
“Honey, what the hell happened, and what did I miss?”
I didn’t answer him. While he drove, I decided to shoot a text to Stephon. Hey was all my text to him said.
What’s up babe? I was just thinking about you.
I smiled when I saw his text. I responded, Where are you?
Stephon responded that he was driving and on his way to Los Angeles, that he would be back in Vegas the next afternoon around five.
Oh OK. I was just saying what’s up. Drive safe. NO TEXTING AND DRIVING. Call me tomorrow. Love you.
“Who you texting this time of night?” Brian asked me.
I was no dummy. I needed Brian, and I knew exactly what I needed him for.
“I’m texting my brother, trying to see where he’s at. I did promise you some, so we can do it at my crib, but I don’t want us walking into no dysfunction,” I explained.
I could feel Brian’s entire mood shift. For the life of me I could never understand why men are so motivated by sticking their dick in some pussy. I’m sure the shit feels good to them, but it’s like they give women puppet master control over them just because of it.
When we made it to my house, Chief wasn’t home, and neither was Luther. I was so glad. I didn’t know where Chief was at, but I was sure that Luther was down at the bar chasing skirts. Regardless, I didn’t want them to meet or even see Brian because I was purposely not trying to mix business with pleasure and, in the process, jeopardize my ultimate goal.
“About that ‘fucking until five fifty-nine’ thing, yeah, I’m going to have to give you a rain check on that one because I don’t want my father and brother coming home and totally blowing up my spot.”
“It’s all good.” Brian immediately started kissing me as soon as we walked in the front door.
I could feel his dick poking through his pants.“I see somebody is super-excited,” I said to him and then I led him into my bedroom.
With Brian I made sure that we always used a condom. With Stephon, the dick was so much better that it got to the point where we were always fucking without condoms. And I truly cared for him. But with Brian, I wasn’t feeling him like that. He was my booty call with a purpose. I fucked him like it was part of my job description. I was never really all that into it, but I always faked it like he was slinging dick around like King K
ong.
“I know how you like it,” I said to him, smiling while undressing.
Brian took his pants off but left his shirt on. As he slipped a condom over his dick, I positioned myself on the bed with my face in the mattress and my ass up in the air.
“Face down, ass up. Right, baby?”
Before Brian could even answer me, he had slipped his dick into my pussy and was fucking me like an inexperienced sixteen-year-old. His rhythm and his strokes were all off, and he wasn’t fucking me deep enough. But there was no way I was going to coach him through anything. I just did my best to fantasize about another man, which helped my pussy to stay wet so I could make it through the session. Thankfully, Brian wasn’t a long-winded brother, and before too long, he was ready to cum and pulling his dick out and nutting all over my ass.
Every time Brian fucked me he would splash so much cum on me that I knew for sure he wasn’t fucking at home on a regular basis. It always seemed like I was draining at least a week’s worth of cum out of him.
“We really have to do the all-night thing,” I said to him, in an attempt to boost his ego.
“We will. I promise. Just give me some time to work on shit at home,” Brian explained as he put on his pants and prepared to leave.
I nodded my head and softly said, “OK.” Then I kissed him on his lips before he departed.
Chapter 6
OK, let’s go over the plan one more time,” I said to a hushed crowd of five. We were less than a week away from the heist, and these last days were important. “A heist consists of three parts—the plan, the execution, and the getaway. If for any reason one of these elements aren’t met, then we will be unsuccessful. It’s that simple.
“Cinnamon, at approximately 7:16 a.m., Garda armored truck will pull up to Harrah’s Casino and Hotel’s back entrance on the strip. Two armed armored-car security guards will unload seventeen million dollars worth of casino chips.”
“But, again, I know I keep asking this same question,” Delano said. “What a nigga gonna do with chips?”
I exhaled. Delano had such a thick skull. Going over the plan with all this testosterone was certainly more challenging than when dealing with the ladies. The women listened and took directions easily. With this crew, everything was a struggle.
“The chips are plastic currency, Delano. I keep telling you that. The best thing about a con is that the mark doesn’t know they are being conned. These chips are hiding in plain sight. Think about it,” I said, getting animated, using my hands to make my point. “How many millions of dollars are right in front of you as you play blackjack or roulette? And not one person ever thinks about snatching the pot. Do you know why? Because it’s disguised as something worthless. Put mud over a million-dollar diamond, and no one will see its worth. You feel me?”
“I feel you, Honey,” Big Meech stated. “We hit the tables, and they won’t know what’s coming. All the heat will be protecting the backrooms and the cashiers. Those punk-ass dealers ain’t gonna risk their lives over no chips. It’ll take a matter of seconds to load up and walk out that front door carrying millions.”
I smiled. At least one person was on the same page as I was.
“But that sound all good, Honey, when you say millions, but what if when Meech, Delano, and Chief go in and all they bring back are hundreds of dollar chips. Then what, huh?” Cinnamon liked her question. She’d thought long and hard before speaking, hoping to get everyone’s attention and finally be treated as an equal. She was tired of being overlooked because of her age. She had just turned eighteen, but everyone treated her like she was twelve.
“Why are we even letting this moron be down with our fuckin’ operation?” Big Meech barked.
Big Meech was a large, husky individual with massive biceps and triceps, a dead giveaway of the years he’d spent in Folsom State Prison bench-pressing heavy weights for recreation. At thirty-one, he’d already spent half his life in and out of correctional facilities on both the East Coast and the West. He’d settled down in New York eighteen months back when he followed his right-hand man Malik to do a home invasion. His man was killed on site, and he’d gotten away. He’d only planned to stay long enough to exact revenge for his slain homey, but the flashy city-never-sleeps lifestyle and sexy women kept his interest.
“I already told you why she’s needed, and it’s not for her brains. We need someone who can handle a car and also look inconspicuous sitting parked behind the stolen FedEx minivan.”
After Cinnamon had given birth to Big Meech’s daughter eight weeks earlier, things started going downhill from there between them. She was hoping that they’d actually pull off this heist because, with the money, she planned that her and Big Meech would get far away from Vegas and even farther away from Chief and Delano and their ghetto ways. Cinnamon felt that they were a bad influence on him and the separation would do their relationship some good. When she found out that Honey had sent money for them to come down to Vegas, she demanded she be allowed to come too. She’d even paid her way on the Greyhound bus and left their daughter with her mother.
“Honey, the chips are plastic currency, and they aren’t traceable, like you said. But the thing you have to remember is, each casino has its own chips,” Delano said.
“Don’t you think I know that?” I replied.
“Nah, what I’m getting at is, how the fuck will we cash these chips in? After we hit, Harrah’s Casino will be hot as hell. We’ll have to sit on them chips for a minute before we cash them in.”
Delano was making good points, but he was acting as if I hadn’t thought this shit through. His overthinking was interfering with my master plan. I didn’t bring him in to think. I brought him in to follow orders, which Chief told me his crew would do.
Delano continued, “Honey, all I’m saying is that, let’s say hundred-dollar chips are black and white. What’s to stop the casino from changing the color of hundred-dollar chips and then putting an expiration date on the black-and-white hundred-dollar chips just to flush out the person who’s sitting on the stolen chips?”
“Delano, listen, I got this, OK. It’s already taken care of, and that’s already been considered. We’re good,” I replied. “Trust me. They can’t and won’t put an expiration date on the chips. I’ve read the casino bylaws from the Gaming Commission thoroughly, and we’re good. Now can we get back to business?”
“I told y’all my sister was book-smart,” Chief bragged. “Now, if anyone of y’all muthafuckas read the casino bylaws, raise your hand. If not, shut the fuck up and let her finish.”
No one said a word, so I continued.
“Big Meech, you and Chief will already be in the cut inside the casino. Meech, you’ll be at the high rollers table playing baccarat. Chief, you’ll be at the roulette table. Those tables hold the most chips, at least a million dollars each. Delano will be the lookout for when the guards begin to change shifts. That’s at approximately 7:53a.m.
“When you see Javier, head of security, talk into his wrist, that means he’s just told all his underlings that the floor is secure and that they can make their way to the back. The moment he puts his arm to his waist, you put your Uzi in his spine and tell him not to make a muthafuckin’ move or he’s dead.”
“I can handle that,” Delano said reassuringly.
“I know you can,” I encouraged. “Next, you get on your walkie-talkie and say, ‘Set it off!’”
“And that’s when I can get busy.” Chief jumped up with two pistols, one in each hand. “I’ma say, ‘Nobody move! Nobody gets hurt!’”
Big Meech laughed. “That’s my nigga. While you and Delano are covering me and holding down the floor, I’m loading up our knapsacks with the chips.”
“I feel that we should have some type of explosive or some shit. To really set that muthafucka off.” Chief looked in full contemplation.
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bsp; “Explosives?”
“Yeah, something like a grenade to toss while we’re making our exit.”
“This ain’t the movies, Chief,” I told him. “You wanna blow all y’all asses up? You’ve never been trained on using explosives, have you?”
“Ain’t nobody train my ass to let my gat go, but a nigga do it, right? There you go thinking you a muthafuckin’ Einstein. I done told you about that shit, Honey.”
“OK, be easy now, Chief,” Luther replied. “Ain’t no need for you to keep taking shit so personally.”
“Luther, you not gonna keep going against me just ’cause she your blood.”
“Like hell, I will!” Luther stood up and towered over the five-foot-six Chief.
Chief would never admit it, but Luther intimated the hell out of him. He always did.“Honey don’t even like your drunk ass!”
“Enough! We’re here to get that money, and all this bickering shit isn’t necessary. You’re worse than a room full of bitches. We all need each other, or else this plan won’t work. Chief, negative on the explosives, OK.”
“I was just trying to enhance the plan, that’s all.”
“And it’s appreciated, but we got lots to get through today.” I refocused my attention on my father. “Luther, you’ll be on the outside listening to the police scanner to see how far five-O is. There’s a four-minute response time from when the call or alarm is initiated to point of arrival. You’ll be in charge of keeping the guys on schedule. They have exactly two minutes from when Delano gives them the signal and make it out the front door, where Cinnamon will be waiting. You’ll also tail behind them in a throwaway car, keeping your distance, just in case the heat gets on them. You’ll be a distraction to hinder and run interference. Any coppers get too close, throw on your emergency brake and spin out.”
“Now that might be a little too risky,” Luther objected.
“If the heat is on our asses, you better do something!” Chief yelled. “If everyone doesn’t do their part, when it comes time to break bread, muthafuckas ain’t getting paid. Family or not, I can promise you that.”
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