Elle just laid there shocked for a second. She honestly had no idea. She was just an honest person when it came to stuff like that. She never had a reason to steal from anyone. She had boosted a few clothes from department stores like Lord & Taylor and Bloomingdale’s but she never stole from anybody she knew. Let alone someone she cared about.
Knight told her that was the second test she had passed. Elle was a little puzzled by that comment. He laughed and told her he knew she was one of the little girls outside that day who had witnessed him and his man stickup Puerto Rican Tito with the black and gold Mercedes. He said he knew the police came to her house a few times but she didn’t rat them out.
Elle couldn’t believe he brought that up. The notion that they shared such a deep dark secret was almost overwhelming. She knew he was wrong for the things he did but it felt so right. She turned around and faced him, drawn by the mystery and danger he eluded. She had never felt closer to Knight than at that moment.
He kissed her on the forehead and made a strange request. He asked her to sing to him. Thinking he was kidding, Elle just laughed.
“Elle, I’m serious. I love to hear you sing.”
She smiled in the dark and cleared her throat, and then she commenced to sing him a lullaby she used to sing to her little brother and nieces when they were babies.
“Hush little baby, don’t say a word. Elle’s gonna buy you a mocking bird. If that mocking bird don’t sing, Elle’s gonna buy you a diamond ring. If that diamond ring turn brass, Elle’s gonna buy you a looking glass…”
It must’ve sounded pretty soothing because he fell asleep holding her within minutes. Elle was elated.
She spent the next two days playing wife. During the day when Knight went out to handle business, she cooked and cleaned the apartment. When he came home in the evenings she fed him well and then sexed him all night.
She learned a lot from him that weekend too. Besides his weak spots and preferred sexual pleasures, he taught her how to bag up. She stayed up with him until the wee hours of the morning getting the product she brought down from New York ready for the workers.
Elle got to see heroin in its purest form. Knight told her it was China White – the best. He took small amounts at a time and diluted it with a cutting agent called quinine. The purpose of that was to stretch it and bring back more money. He said the concoction was so powerful that a person could overdose off the quinine alone. He warned her to never mess with that shit. Elle assured him that he didn’t have to worry about her using nothing like that.
After he cut the dope, they spooned it into little wax bags for distribution. The goal was to place the same amount into each bag. To be concise, they used these little coffee stirrers with a tiny spoon-like end. One level scoop went in each bag. The bags then had to be folded and taped shut. Each would sell on the street for twenty bucks. Sitting there they bagged up over $20,000 worth of product.
Elle left Baltimore fifteen hundred bucks richer, and armed with the sexual prowess to make a married man leave home. She also knew how to cut and bag up heroin. She didn’t know it at the time, but in the years to come both of her new skills would prove to be financially beneficial.
E-BOOK COMING 5-25-2012
HBIC:
Head Bitch In Charge
A NEW SERIES
Book I
By Caroline McGill
Anything for Profit 2: Nothing to Lose Page 25
