by Renta
“Lucifer—me and the devil have the same name—nice to meet you, Tiff.”
***
~Detective Hunter~
“So, tell me again, why we’ve bugged this funky little art gallery?” I questioned the man whose name I won’t mention, just yet. He along with my partner Winslet, a few D.E.A boys, and I sat in the back of a utility van watching history be made. The respectable establishment had become a den of snakes. Not only did we have international drug smuggler, Obolensky a.k.a Russia but also the Bureau's favorite girl, Snow all in the same room.
The icing on the cake was not the simple fact that they were being introduced, but more of how and why they’d come to be in acquaintance. The street punk Nutz was as smart as he was stupid. He’d literally talked his way into a federal indictment. The man that set this investigation in motion sat beside me.
“We’ve bugged this place because this is where it begins. As we speak there are two other team of agents in other locations monitoring the other piece of this enigma. This is bigger than you think detective. We’ve chased Bobby Ray a.k.a Brains and his exploits all over the world. Only to find him in his last phase of work. If it wasn’t for the superior work of my informant, that I will not mention Mr. Brains would be thought to be retired, but not only have we caught back up to his trail. We can be certain he’s elevated his status as an international con man. To a conspirator to commit murder, as well as linking us to one of the most prolific drug operations the U.S. has seen since Big Meech and his B.M.F stories. We’re in alliance with the A.T.F and your division. This time David Swanson, is going down and he’s bringing company.” he declared.
I smiled and patted him on the back.
“Says the man that’s made a mockery of the Federal Government for your sake let’s hope you’re right.”
Chapter Ten
Blood—Camera—Action
~Snow~
Four weeks had passed since my introduction to the king-pin, Russia. He’d done almost everything in his power to spoil me, outside of buying me the drop head Rolls Royce, I hinted at wanting for my birthday. It still amazed me how powerful a man could be, until his dick was wet, and his nuts were empty. I’d only known the man for a short while, and in his attempt to try to impress me he’d revealed so much. I knew that he kept a portion of his shipments at a warehouse in a small town outside of Dallas called Desoto.
He sends a quarter of that to a two-story house on the outskirts of here and allows his youngest brother to lead the street operations. As well as have whatever he needed in terms of weight on standby when needed. I tell you being a white girl with ass had its perks. He spent more time with me than he did with his own wife. She must be one of those out of shape boring women because her man’s craving for this pussy was primal.
I’ve yet to give in, but I’ve sucked his cock until he was at the brink of eruption. However, I always stop before he nuts. Being a seductress takes more than having a pretty face and nice body. It’s levels to this shit and I’m on the top floor. At the moment, I was surrounded by two beautiful women. We were inside this plush stretch limousine Jazzy, me, and a long-legged Mexican chick Brains implemented into our mission. We were sitting and enjoying shots of Pure Hennessy White.
The drive to our destination had been filled with laughter. Even though, it was just us women. I could see that Jazzy was a really cool chick. Yes, I’m still gonna fuck her dude, but she is a real bitch, and I’d never been the type to speak against another woman. My attraction to Assata wouldn’t allow me to consider her a friend, but if only for tonight we were cool as a breeze. As I gazed out of the tinted windows, I noticed the landscape had changed. We pulled up to the two-story house and this mofo was beautiful.
A medicated lawn equipped with a snaking driveway complimented the red brick structure. We’d met here a few times before because he said it was convenient. I figured it was the last place his wife would suspect him to be with another bitch. Risky, but crafty. I watched as the driver stepped out and searched for weapons. I assumed the two guards were satisfied because they allowed him to step away over to our door.
I smiled and stepped out with grace. Jazzy and the Mexican chick I’d come to know as Mya followed my lead. If I must say so myself the three of us together created a picture of perfection. The red Christian Dior cocktail dress, I wore set off the four-inch heels that laced up my calves and stopped with an exotic bow behind my knees. My hair flowed down my back.
Jazzy and Mya were no less beautiful in similar dresses by Oscar De la Renta. Even the guards seem awestruck. They were so lost in their lust for beauty, they led us to their boss without searching us. Mya openly admired the cottage style structure.
“Now, this shit is sexy, mamis. Wait that’s not the word I’m looking for,” she frowned slightly before looking to Jazzy. They burst out laughing the cognac was working its magic. Before pulling off our driver honked his goodbyes. We all waved.
***
~Assata~
I pulled the limo over a few blocks from the house. Screwing the suppressor onto the semi-automatic, I summoned the beast within me. I didn’t know how this shit was gonna spin, but it was either go hard or go home. The ‘G’ in me wasn’t hearing none of that go home shit. Stepping outta the car I glanced around to make sure no eyes were on me. The earpiece in my ear crackled to life.
“Nephew, it’s all on you now. The ladies are in but two guards are outside the door. Remember what I told you,” Brains said.
I frowned, I musta missed whatever part of the conversation he was referring to.
“Unk, fuck you talm-bout, what you told me?” I questioned.
The silly ass old man burst out laughing. “Nigga, I know, I ain’t no pimp but pimp remember what I told you,” he laughed.
I joined in on the laughter as I foot back to where I’d just dropped my bitch off. I hoped she was tougher than Six when it came down to it ‘cause I was about to put my gangsta shit down.
***
~The Squad~
Brains, Nutz, Berg, Strange, and Gusto awaited the signal, that would let them know it was show time. The black Envoy they were in was so cloudy with smoke. It was hard to see one’s hand if he put it in someone’s face. What was distinctive, was the sound of clips being checked, and slugs being jacked into place. Every weapon involved had clips that held thirty or more bullets. Every nigga there had put their murder game down at one point or another.
Nutz was the first to break the silence. “Say, Berg, you know I love you, right?”
Not sure if he was showing a sign of weakness all eyes turn to him. “Nigga fuck you on—you catching pussy or something?” Gusto spat.
Nutz ignored him. “Do you, nigga?” He repeated to his brother.
“Nutz, you, my mu’fuckin’, brother. You know, I love you, nigga. If you spooked though you can switch places with me and be the driver. I’ll go in and put my murder one down. You know I’m—"
“Man shut the fuck up, cuz. You as well as these monkey ass niggas right here know I’m ‘bout this life. You also know you can’t go in there just in case shit don’t turn out right.”
“I asked you what I asked cause you trust these niggas with our lives. If they get the double cross in the mix for us. When we get to hell I’ma make sure I hit you dead in yo’ mu’fuckin mouth.” The whole truck exploded in laughter, well, everyone except Nutz and Gusto.
Even through the fog of smoke, the twinkle of Gusto’s gold teeth could be seen being an evil sneer.
***
~ Assata~
As I made my way up the driveway, I saw the two guards that searched me when I dropped the girls off. The one closest to me stiffened upon seeing me. I raised my hands in the air to show him, that I was unarmed. I hated the tight ass suit Brains forced me to wear. The Glock .40 in the small of my back was digging in my skin with each step. I stopped about eight feet away from them. Their hands tightened on the Mac 11’s they had on full display. The dark shades hid their eyes, I kne
w they were watching for the slightest reason to air my black ass out, but my posture was free of malice or drama.
The big mu’fucka said, “No te acerques mas.”
The look on my face must have told them, I didn’t comprehend whatever the fuck he’d just said. Cause the second nigga spoke in English.
“Don’t come any closer—” he paused “Where you car limo man?”
With my hands still in the air, I gave him my spiel. “Look, I’m not trying to disturb you boys. I just caught a flat ‘bout a block away, and I ain’t got no car jack to change the tire. I was just—”
The shorter dude said something in Spanish, that musta been funny and disarming because they laughed, and the tension in their bodies relaxed.
“We no care about you problem, senor. You need to leave this place until you are called. Tis ting you speak of is you own dilemma”
Heat began to surge through me. ‘Pussy ass ese tryin' to flex on me 'cause he knows I'm outgunned’. I turned my eyes to big boy. He showed his spite by spitting on the ground by my feet. I noticed his hand tap the butt of his heat. I looked from the glob of spit back to the muscle faced sucka. I smiled, nodded, and turned to walk away.
“One more thing before I go,” I said through clenched teeth.
I spun back in their direction yanking the tool from its resting spot. The temperature changed as I hit big boy first. I didn’t need too much aim the extend on my burner was my assurance. I just squeezed with thirty bullets in the extendo, I was assured to hit something. Big Boy’s face exploded as his glasses flew up in the air. Silent kisses of fire slipped from the bidness side of the .40.
I walked to the beef rather than tryin’ to duck and dodge. I saw the last nigga standing trying to shake his surprise. I whacked his stupid ass for nutting up when the beef was on. Two to the chest dropped homie before he could get a grip on the Mac. He wheezed and clutched his chest as if he could stop his life from slipping away from him. I stood over him and put the burna to his face. His breath was ragged, and his eyes pleaded with me.
“Maybe you will be more respectful in yo’ next life,” I growled giving him two to the face.
Tapping the earpiece I sent the signal to the wolves. Just for good measure, I picked up lil’ man’s Mac 11.
My earpiece crackled, “We’re bending the kona, fam.” Gusto’s voice came through.
I looked around at all the mess I’d caused with little sound. I gotta find out where Unk got these suppressors from.
***
~Jazzy~
All eyes were on me as I put on the show of my lifetime. I’d never been a stripper, but tonight I was all the way out of my body. Sensually, I rolled my belly to the melody of ‘Beyoncé’s ‘Strip for You’ playing from my iPhone. I watched Mya deep throat Solomon. Solomon is Russia’s brother. He had boyish features with his brother’s eyes. He seemed real mellow especially in comparison to his older brother. Who seemed to exude an air of danger and mischief.
Not long after we arrived him and Snow disappeared up the stairs leaving me and Mya, with Solomon and two other foreigners. I honestly couldn’t distinguish the ethnicity of. What I did know was after a few drinks. Which I assumed was spiked, because I’d only sipped a little. My senses were way too sharp not to mention, my hormones were on fire for no apparent reason shit had gotten a little wild.
Mya wasted no time with the two she’d all but manhandled. As she sucked one dry, the other was behind her sweating like a slave and knocking the lining out of her poor little coochie. The third man sat on the couch opposite of them stroking himself into a frenzy, watching me squeeze my nipples.
“Lord, please let Assata, hurry up,” I whispered to myself smiling for pretense.
As if God was laughing at my request mister small dick jumped up and headed my way with his little worm in his hands. I put my palm against my chest stopping him short.
“Hold up lover boy.” The look of confusion on his face was priceless. “Patience makes the pussy wetter.” I murmured and took his manhood into my hands, guiding him back to the couch. Pulling his face to my nipples I sighed as I stroked him. Baby needed to hurry the fuck up. I was nothing like Snow and Mya. I’d fuck around and get us all killed, because I ain’t fucking, sucking, or even taking off my panties. That’s on Shy’s grave.
***
~ Assata~
Soon as the squad walked up the driveway and saw my work. My nigga Gusto showed all thirty-two of the gold fronts in his mouth. Even from behind the ski-mask I could see thirst for blood surging through him.
“I woulda gave em’ the whole clip all face shots.” He whispered in my ear. “But, nice work champ.”
I smiled pulling the ski-mask out of my back pocket. I pull it over my face, then put my finger to my lips, and demanded silence. As I twisted the doorknob I could only pray that it wasn’t locked. The galaxies must have been on my side, because not only was it unlocked it opened without sound.
***
~Jazzy~
Shit done got real. I don’t rock like this at all, but with this nympho bitch Mya taking it in every orifice she had. The cat I was entertaining was animalistic with lust. So, I had to choose between the lesser of three evils. It was either give him head, let him fuck, or let him suck my pussy. The first two would be blaspheme, so I let the nigga pull my panties to the side and lick this pussy. He was doing his thing. Unconsciously, I gripped the back of his head. I decided I may as well get a nut before the fireworks begin.
Well, at least that was my plan until I looked up from this pussy eating ass foreigner, sucking my kitty, and set sights on eight pairs of evil eyes boring into the freak show on public display. Being as though his back was to the door, he didn’t see the nightmare behind him.
I cleared my throat. “Umm, I don’t think our company is satisfied with y’all’s performance.” I assumed that my lack of participation caused the look of confusion on his face, or maybe it was the statement I’d just made. Whichever it was he sat up on his knees and attempted to glance backward. What happened next transpired in slow motion.
A mixture of grayish matter and thick blood, sprayed stains on my pussy and stomach as his face exploded. As he fell face forward, I got a glimpse of the socket where his right eye used to be. Frantically, I shoved him off me and tried to wipe his brain matter and blood off my skin, but it only seemed to lather like I was putting on lotion.
Maybe I was in shock or on my way to it because a small shrill scream came from deep within me. I honestly didn’t know how, because my mouth seemed to be locked shut.
“Shut that hoe up, fam,” Assata growled.
Gusto moved in my direction with a monstrous gun in his hand. ‘It’s over with’, I thought. I threw my hands out in front of me as if I could block a bullet from piercing my flesh. To my surprise and horror, two gentle coughs from his pistol quieted the room and sent me to an early grave. Then everything went black.
***
~Nutz~
I smirked at these boy’s work. The Mexican bitch was slumped over the couch with two in her chest. Bitch was bad too. Silly hoe shouldn’t have been doing all that screaming! Just a waste of pussy. I saw Gusto’s aim was getting better, though.
“Oh shit, Jazz,” Me and Assata said in unison.
We rushed to her. I was thinking why the fuck did he involve her, anyway? That shit made me wanna whack his bitch ass. Jazzy, ain’t the typa bitch, that needs to be a part of this kinda shit. Now, look she done passed the fuck out from the slightest sight of blood. Movement out the corner of my eyes made me swing the tool in that direction.
Strange had the two eses or whatever the fuck they were on their knees. They looked pathetic with shriveled up dicks, and sweat pouring from their session with Mya. They must’ve been immune to death because they kept it ‘G’ under our get down. Well, one of them the other nigga looked like he was ‘bout to piss himself. I assumed he wasn’t tryna face the same fate as his boy because the pussy spoke up.
“I’m Russia’s cousin, me show you where the money and coca is if you let me live.” He said with a heavy accent.
I looked to Assata he looked at the man in his eyes and vowed to let him breathe if he made our jobs easier. The cat glanced over to his homie, but the slim baby face mu’fucka glared at him shaking his head. He said something in whatever language they speak. They had the nuts to glare back at us as if there was a reward for being brave. I respected the lion though. At least he would die with dignity.
“The coke is in the kitchen underneath the refrigerator. All you do is remove the vegetable tray at the bottom. You’ll see that it opens up to a hole in the floor. You’ll find what you are looking for.” The lamb of the two explained.
Assata looked to Brains and Strange without words they headed to see ‘bout homies claims.
“The money?” I questioned.
He looked from Assata to me before he replied. “It’s in the safe behind the portrait of the Chateau de Villandry. The code is—” The stubborn one hit him with a right cross before Assata shot him in his side.
He crumbled as he clutched his wound. The mu’fucka must’ve been crazy because a wicked smile touched his lips as he whispered. “Ye’ gonna visit de devils when Russia sees ye treachery.”
By now Jazzy had come around and Assata said to me.
“Say dawg get her out of here.”
Instinctively, I frowned at the nigga. He may run these other niggas but he had me fucked up. I was ‘bout to tell him just that until, Jazzy stepped to me taking my hand. Her eyes were lost. I knew this wasn’t the time to be on no freak shit. Her nipples stood at attention and the speckles of blood staining them made my dick hard, maybe I really am a nut case.
