by Jacob Spears
“Arrgghh, shit baby!” David released inside of Jane, who immediately pulled away from him.
“Boy, I don’t need no damn more kids!”
When David looked down at his dick and realized that he had on no condom, he cursed himself for slipping up. “Sorry, baby!”
“It’s okay. This pussy will always be the bomb. You don’t need to worry. Just next time wear a condom,” Jane told him with a smirk on her face. Got him! she thought.
8
MONEY HAD JUST pulled up to the red light when he looked over at the Hess gas station and saw the two M-13s walking inside. For a month, he had been getting the shit end of the stick, but he now had a chance to return the favor.
“Come on, light!” Money said impatiently as he grabbed his ski mask and Glock .22 from underneath the driver’s seat. On his lap set his twin fully loaded Glock with hollow points.
As the light turned green, Money smashed on the pedal and quickly turned off into the Hess station and circled one time before he parked out of the camera’s view. He slid the ski mask over his face and waited for the two Mexicans to come out of the store. His luck turned bad for him when a Miami-Dade Metro Police cruiser pulled up to purchase gas.
“Fuck!” Money exclaimed, hitting the steering wheel.
The police officer slowly walked into the station at the same time the two Mexicans stepped outside. Money decided to take his chances while the officer was inside. He opened the door, with Glocks in both hands, and stepped out. The Mexicans walking back to their lowrider Explorer never saw Money.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
When the police officer heard the shots erupt from outside, he instinctively grabbed his Glock .21 from his holster and ordered everyone in the gas station to get down for their safety.
“Get down everyone! Metro-Dade Police!” He then called for backup as he ran out the door to pursue the suspect running back to his car: “Shots fired at the 2100 East Hess gas station. All units respond.”
“Freeze! Drop your—”
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Before the officer could get the words out, he was shot repeatedly in the face.
Money hopped in his Mercury and burnt tires, leaving the scene before any other police pulled up. When backup did arrive, they found their fellow officer dead.
“Officer down and unresponsive,” an officer yelled into his radio.
* * *
When Smooth walked into the visitation room and saw Amanda at booth 30, he smiled and was delighted to see her. There was something about Amanda, though, that he couldn’t put his hands on at first sight. Something different! Smooth thought. “Hey, baby girl.”
“You make me feel like a little girl when you say that,” Amanda said. “How are you?”
“I’m doing good now that I’m seeing you,” Smooth answered. “How are you? Are you okay?”
“Boy, stop! You know I’m okay.”
She’s losing weight, Smooth thought, finally realizing what was different. “Baby, are you stressing?”
“Every day that goes by and you’re sitting in this hell hole, Smooth, I’m stressing,” Amanda explained.
“Baby, I’ma be alright. And I need you to be strong for me.”
“I try, Smooth. But it’s not easy not having yo’ ass around,” she admitted.
“It’s the same with me.”
“Shit! You’ve lost weight yourself. So don’t jump down my throat, mister!” Amanda said, acknowledging Smooth’s weight loss.
“I don’t understand. I eat goulash every night with Rosco.”
“Who’s Rosco?”
“My cellmate. He’s cool people. The Jamaican I wrote you about, remember?”
“Oh yeah, I remember. He’s the only person you associate with,” Amanda replied.
“Stand up and let me see that ass!” Smooth ordered Amanda.
She dropped the phone and stood up to model for Smooth. She put her hands on both hips and smiled seductively at him.
“Turn around!” Amanda read Smooth’s lips.
She turned around, and Smooth definitely saw that she was losing weight. Her lustrous ass was slimming down, when it was once phat like a round juicy peach. Despite what he discovered, he still liked what he saw. Amanda was a beautiful woman who no man could walk past without checking out, regardless of how much weight she lost.
“Satisfied?” she asked when she sat back down.
“Yes, I am. I gotta kick Rosco out of the cell when I go back.”
“For what? So you can jack that dick for me?” Amanda asked.
“Hell yeah!” Smooth replied, biting down on his bottom lip like Amanda loved to see him do.
“If it wasn’t for these cameras back here, I’d show you how hard you got this dick right now!” Smooth said, badly wanting to stand up and show Amanda his erect cock.
“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll be home to feel the walls of this tight pussy,” Amanda said to cheer him up. “I miss you,
Smooth.”
“I miss you too, baby,” Smooth replied.
Damn! I need to tell her! Smooth thought about informing Amanda that he and China were expecting a child.
Amanda knew that he and China were back on good terms. He had told her that if China ever caused him to leave her, there would be no reunion. He would go to Amanda and give her what she wanted—to be number one. Smooth tried his best to muster up the courage to inform Amanda, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know what reaction she’d have, and he was scared that he would lose her, which was something he didn’t want to do.
After visiting with Amanda, Smooth went back to the dorm and hopped right on the phone and called China, with whom he couldn’t get in contact.
Damn! Where the fuck is she? he thought as he tried her one more time, but again to no avail. He was expecting to see her with Spencer the upcoming weekend. She’s probably asleep catching up on rest, Smooth thought as he then walked to his cell.
The cell was empty when Smooth looked around for Rosco and Baby Dread. He found them in front of the TV attentively watching an NFL game between the Cowboys and Saints. His mind went back to Amanda. He pulled his sheet off his bed and set up some privacy. Smooth then sat on the toilet, closed his eyes in retrospection of Amanda, and masturbated.
* * *
China stepped out of the shower and sauntered into the bedroom. When she grabbed her phone and saw the missed call from Smooth, she cursed herself. “Damn it! I was waiting on my baby to call!” she exclaimed as she sat down on the bed and continued to dry herself off with her Polo towel.
Zorro lay on the end of the bed and stared at her. She giggled when she imagined what Zorro was probably thinking in his head while looking at her nudity. He probably lusting his ass off! China thought.
She walked to her dresser and dug into her panty drawer. She found a pair of silk panties and slid them on, and she then looked for a bra. When she looked at the clock on her nightstand, she saw that it was about 10:00 p.m. She was expecting Spencer to call her all day. It was Thursday, and tomorrow she would be driving down to Martin County to go visit Smooth. Afterward, she would part ways with Spencer and go see Jenny and then Jefe.
My entire weekend is booked and busy! China thought as she pulled back her coverlet and climbed into bed.
She was tempted to call Spencer just in case he had forgotten to reach her, but she thought it was his responsibility and not hers.
Shit! He knows what tomorrow is! Besides, he made the offer to call on Thursday, not me! she thought as she closed her eyes.
It seemed like she was only asleep for a minute when her iPhone chimed with Rihanna’s ringtone. She looked at the clock and saw that it was 11:58 p.m.
“Who the hell is this?” China wanted to know as she stared at an unlisted number, which she then answered out of curiosity. “Hello?”
“China, it’s Spencer. Umm, I’ll be ready tomorrow. What time?” Spencer’s voice spilled through her phone and into her ears.
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bsp; “Spencer, you find a good time to call me. I’ve been waiting on your call all day,” China said.
“Sorry! But some things came up, and I had to handle business. But I did stick to my word. It’s still Thursday!”
“Yeah, and its Friday in the next minute, Mr. Funny Guy!” China said, trying to sound serious. “But I do accept the apology.”
“Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow. What time?” he asked.
“At 6:00 a.m. Jump behind me when you see me,” she said.
“Okay, China. See you in six hours,” Spencer said before he hung up.
China almost didn’t want Spencer to go, but she couldn’t explain why. There was just something about him that she liked.
Maybe it’s because he’s a killer like me, China thought.
When she reached over and put her phone back on the nightstand, she felt moisture between her legs. She reached her hand inside her panties and felt wetness. She was horny, and it all stirred up from hearing Spencer’s elegant voice.
No! What the hell am I thinking? Smooth would fucking kill me if he knew his homeboy hit man just got my pussy wet! China thought, feeling like she was betraying Smooth.
“There is no way I would ever give Smooth’s pussy away!” China said to herself before she closed her eyes.
China awoke to her iPhone waking her out of a deep sleep. She immediately noticed dawn peeking through the drapes, and that told her that it was past 6:00 a.m. Dawn came at 7:45 a.m.
“Fuck!” China cursed out loud as she answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Someone’s late! I’ve been waiting over an hour!”
“Well, I told you 6:00 a.m., and I know it can’t be no later than 7:45 a.m. That’s not an hour of waiting on me,” China said as she looked at her clock on the nightstand. “Oh shit! Sorry, Spencer. I’m coming.”
“That sounds more like it!” Spencer said before hanging up.
It was 8:00 a.m. and China still had to drop off Zorro at Miranda’s. It was a good thing she had packed her things the day before and everything was in her Benz. China threw on some pajamas and then grabbed her keys and phone and Zorro’s leash.
“Come, Zorro!” China said to the dog, who came running up to her and allowed her to snap on his leash.
China flew downstairs, set the house alarm, and made a dash out to her Benz.
* * *
When Spencer saw China pull up next to him, he rolled down his window and then looked at his G-Shock watch.
“It’s 9:45. Almost another day. I was on time, and you are late!” Spencer said and then whistled loudly. “Gotta be more on time!”
“Shut up, Spencer! While we’re here, I’m going to grab us some breakfast. I’ll make it up to you, so wait for me just a little longer,” China said as she rolled her passenger window back up.
China grabbed her Prada purse and stepped out. She then walked up to Spencer’s driver-side window that was still down.
“Anything you don’t eat that I need to know about, white boy?” she asked.
“I’ll eat a human alive. What on earth wouldn’t I eat?” Spencer answered.
“Is that supposed to gross me out? The funny thing is that I believe you!” China said as she strutted off toward the restaurant.
Spencer looked at China’s ass jiggle at every step she took, and instantly became hard.
Damn, Smooth! You’re a lucky muthafucka! he thought while watching her ass bounce.
The smell of Roxy’s breakfast had China hungry, while the sight of China had Spencer hungry.
* * *
“Yo, esé! That’s the bitch China. She’s walking into the restaurant,” Jr. exclaimed, waking up Marco.
Jr. turned around in his seat to look at the cars parked behind him to see what car she had pulled up in. The Benz was the only car that had just pulled up to the restaurant, and it was parked next to the silver Camaro.
“Man! Let’s get this bitch!” Jr. said, double-checking his Glock 9 mm while Marco called Javier.
“Hola!” Javier answered.
“Man, guess who just pulled up for breakfast, homes?” Marco said to Javier, who had just stepped out of the house.
“Hillary Clinton, esé?” Javier replied, speaking of China.
“Yep, and she’s looking real good too.”
“Okay, snatch her. Don’t kill her. Mario wants to do it himself,” Javier said.
“Is that all? So, are we permitted to fuck her, boss?” Marco asked Javier.
Javier wouldn’t mind getting a chance to fuck China himself. He smiled when his dick got hard just thinking about
fucking her.
“Yeah, esé. Fuck her, and save room for me!” Javier answered.
* * *
“So you’re going to see Smooth like that? Did you look in a mirror before you left?”
“Shut up, Roxy! Smooth will not get to see me like this,” China told her sister.
“Hi, China!” Tabby spoke up as she and Jane came out from the back to give her a hug.
“Damn, girl! You sure know how to get ghost on a bitch and act brand new!” Tabby said, with a protruding belly from her pregnancy.
“Yeah, and don’t even know a bitch ’til it’s time to collect rent,” Jane added.
“Bitch! I have to get it just like y’all getting it. My man is the landlord, let’s not forget!” China said as she hugged Jane.
“And you’re getting thick too. You sure you’re not pregnant?” China asked.
“Bitch! Don’t wish that shit on me. I already have too many as it is!” Jane said. “That comes from eating this good-ass food here!”
“I’ll agree to that. Now, ladies, get back to work. China, your food is ready,” Roxy said. “Don’t even try it, China!” Roxy said, stopping China from trying to pay for the two separate meals she had ordered.
“Roxy!”
“No, China. I will not accept it. I already charged it to my bill,” Roxy told her.
“Thank you, Roxy. I love you,” China said as she grabbed the two separate bags of food.
“He gotta get his own drink. I’m not carrying all that shit!” China said.
“Who is he?” Roxy asked.
“Damn, bitch! Touch your nose!”
“Smooth’s going to kill you giving his pregnant pussy away!” Roxy said.
“For your information, I’m not giving no one any pussy. Dick is not on my mind, and the right bitch is not in sight,” China corrected Roxy. “Plus, he Smooth’s homeboy. How would that look?”
“Like something that happens every day in American,” Roxy answered. “Drive safe and tell Smooth I said hello.”
“I will!” China said as she waved goodbye to Tabby and Jane.
“See you girls later. Maybe we can go out when I come back in town,” China told them.
“Okay, drive safe!” Tabby and Jane said in unison.
“I will!” China said as she walked toward the exit of the restaurant.
China stepped outside with both hands occupied. She was holding the food in two separate bags stacked in one hand while she held her orange juice with the other and had her purse hanging from her arm. “I really have to get on the road. I’ll be able to catch the night visit after five o’clock.”
China stopped short when a black Suburban pulled in front of her with a Mexican aiming his Glock 9 mm at her, a blue bandana wrapped around his face.
“Bitch! Get in the car before I blow your damn brains—”
Before Jr. could get the words out, China dropped her food and ran as fast as she could while digging inside her purse for her Glock .45.
“Get her!” Marco shouted to Jr., who was already out of the Suburban and on China’s heels.
“Spencer!” China screamed as she ran toward his car. She was halfway when she felt a hand grab a handful of her locks and knock her to the ground. She lost control of her Glock when she hit the ground.
“Bitch! Where you going?” Jr. shouted as he punched her in the face with the butt o
f his gun, causing her nose to instantly start to bleed.
He then punched her in her stomach with all his might. He stood up and kicked her as hard as he could in her stomach. China was too hurt to holler in pain, and she had no wind left in her body. Marco pulled up and hopped out to help Jr. toss China into the backseat. When Marco bent down to pick her up, China heard shots fired and then felt the warm blood from Jr.’s head splatter onto her face. His body fell on top of her. She heard more shots exchanged and saw the second Mexican shooting himself out of an ambush. China was in serious pain, and all she could do was lie down and wish that she died faster. The second Mexican managed to escape.
When China opened her bloody eyes, she saw Spencer pulling the dead Mexican, who had beaten her and her baby, off of her.
“China, I’m here!”
Spencer’s voice was the last thing China heard before she immediately passed out and saw nothing but darkness.
9
MARCO WAS FURIOUS—as was Mario, who was throwing a fit. It was everywhere on the news: Attempted abduction gone bad. One suspect was dead while another was on the loose. It was on every radio station as well.
Police were everywhere looking for Marco, whose description was being accurately displayed everywhere.
“How the fuck did y’all miss her partner?” Mario asked Marco, who was sitting on his sofa drinking his fifth Budweiser.
Marco didn’t want to tell Mario that his eyes were closed when China pulled up, and Jr. was no longer alive to bring it up.
“I . . . we never seen him pull up, esé!” Marco stated.
“But y’all saw her pull up?” Mario asked as he came and stood in front of a very nervous Marco.
Mario smelled something, but he just couldn’t put his hands on it.
“Man, esé! We fucked up!”
“Of course you fucked up, esé! Now we have a delay in getting this bitch. I’m sure her security will be airtight now,” Mario said as he walked over to his bar and poured himself a shot of Mexican rum.
