by Jacob Spears
“Why didn’t they just burn the complex to the ground?” Rosco suggested.
“That does make sense. Any enemy would do that first if that was the case.”
“Exactly, son,” Rosco said as he made a move, putting Baby Dread in check. “Check!” Rosco shouted and signed to Baby Dread.
“Then, China’s not picking up the phone either.”
“She’ll come through, mon. You were honest, and that’s better than lying to her, mon, and having her find out on her own,” Rosco suggested. “She’ll realize that she can’t stay mad, especially when you kept it honest,” he added, speaking from experience.
Rosco had no knowledge of Smooth’s HIV status. Smooth
was afraid to tell him about what was going on. For if he did, a prudent man such as Rosco might have some different advice for him.
In fact, Smooth was still indecisive as to whether to he was going to reveal his status to China. Part of him wanted to be honest, but being honest about Amanda had gotten him in a bad situation with her. He could only imagine what her reaction would be when he told her that he had HIV.
“I’ma go try her again,” Smooth said to Rosco as he strutted from the cell to the phone area.
He tried her number again, but he got the same number of rings and then it went to voicemail.
Damn it, China! Please pick up the damn phone! Smooth thought as he tried her again.
* * *
Money walked out of Jackson Memorial Hospital trying his best to bridle his emotions. But it was hard for him after seeing the plug get pulled on Choppa. Choppa’s entire immediate family stood around his hospital bed and prayed before removing him from life support. His condition had worsened over the months. Money hopped in his Range Rover and checked the time. It was 8:30 p.m., and Tabby was attending her girl Jane’s vigil.
This entire day is a mess! Money thought as he navigated out of the hospital parking lot.
Money’s phone chimed, and he answered immediately. “Hello.”
“What’s up, Money? I need eight ounces,” his client requested.
“Where you at?”
“27th.”
“Give me thirty minutes,” Money told him.
Money accelerated to the trap house to pick up the eight ounces. He never rode with drugs on him if he wasn’t making a sell. Metro-Dade police stopped anyone and conducted illegal searches every day in Miami. When Money pulled up to the trap house, he quickly rushed inside, leaving his Range Rover running. He then grabbed eight ounces of crack cocaine and placed it inside a brown paper bag. When Money stepped outside and closed the door to lock it, he only heard the loud pop—and then he heard and saw nothing else. Money’s body hit the ground, where his remaining brains poured from his head. Miguel looked at the front door and was thrilled as he stared at the blood splatter. He ran from the scene and hopped into the SUV where Marco was waiting on him. Money became an easy target after they spotted him a couple blocks back.
“One shot. Perfect kill, esé!” Miguel informed Marco.
“Good job, esé!” Marco congratulated Miguel.
“He never saw it coming.”
“That’s how it’s supposed to be, homes,” Marco said as he accelerated far away from the scene.
23
CHINA WAS ENJOYING Spencer’s company on the road and was happy to get away from all the havoc in Miami. In the past two days after the death of Money, she had learned that Jane had AIDS, by watching the news and social media on Facebook. That news disturbed her and caused her to report to the first clinic to get tested. China’s results came back in less than twenty-four hours, and she was negative for any STDs.
As a celebration, she called Spencer over, made him dinner, and led him to the bedroom, where they fucked all night long. When morning came, the duo was on the road traveling north on their way to New York. It was Saturday, and China made it to Lowell Correctional Institution just before 3:00 p.m. She had an hour to see Jenny, someone she was eager to visit.
“I won’t be long. I’d rather stop now and drive all the way back with no stops,” she said to Spencer as she unfastened her seatbelt.
“Take your time. I’ll be here. I’m too far away to leave now,” Spencer joked.
“You make me want to bring the keys with me,” China said, looking at him.
“I’m only kidding. Go see ya girl!” he said as he leaned in and gave her a kiss. “That’ll hold me down until you get back,” Spencer said, tasting China’s strawberry lip gloss.
“You’re so crazy!”
“Yeah, about you!” Spencer joked.
After going through all the frisk procedures, China purchased an 18-wheeler and a cold Coke. Ten minutes later and Jenny showed up with a bright smile. She was so happy to see China. The first things she noticed were the scars on the bridge of her nose and upper lips.
“China, I’m so happy to see you,” Jenny expressed as she embraced China and gave her a kiss.
“And I’m happy to see you too, baby,” China replied. “Here, sit down and eat.”
“Why so late?”
“I’ma be too busy to come by and see you on Sunday, so I stopped by while I was on my way,” China explained.
“Let me guess. You’re going to New York for Smooth again.”
“Fuck Smooth! It’s not even about him no more!” China said.
“What happened?” Jenny asked while chewing on her 18-wheeler sandwich.
“Too much shit—” China choked on her tears “—to take him back.”
China then wiped away the stream of tears that fell from her eyes.
Jenny was hurt seeing China cry in front of her. Had she been able to imagine the pain that China was going through, Jenny wouldn’t have understood how to deal with the problem herself.
“Tell me everything!” Jenny said.
For fifteen minutes, China explained everything to Jenny, including discovering that Jane had AIDS. She could trust Jenny with her life, and she realized that coming to see her was what she needed. China was very surprised to see Jenny’s calm reaction when she informed her about Spencer.
“You have to leave Smooth, China. What if he has it too?”
“I won’t give him a chance to give it to me,” China replied.
“What are you going to do?”
“I’ma free him and then kill him.”
“He’s not worth it! Stick with Spencer,” Jenny suggested.
“Spencer’s—” China got stuck trying to describe her and his sudden relationship “—he’s just a play toy!”
“Our play toy?” Jenny inquired.
“Our play toy,” China assured her.
“Visitation is now over, everyone,” the CO announced over the PA system.
* * *
“Mmmm, yes, daddy!” a crackhead trick named Peaches moaned out as Ham fucked her hard from the back.
He pounded away at her stank pussy with no mercy in his strokes.
“Yes, Ham! Mmmm, shit! Beat this pussy up, daddy!”
“Arrgghh, shit!” Ham growled, pulling his dick out of Peaches and shooting his load onto her back and skinny ass cheeks.
Peaches turned around and placed Ham’s dick inside her mouth while she sucked him off until he was dry. When Ham heard someone knocking at the door, he quickly put on some pants, grabbed his Glock .40 from the nightstand, and looked at Peaches.
“I’ll be back. Get a hit ready for us,” he ordered her.
“Okay, daddy!”
Ham walked out of the room and to the front door. Without looking through the peephole, Ham opened the door and saw a man standing there who he had never seen before.
“Who are you? It looks like you’re lost,” Ham said.
“I’m your new neighbor,” the stranger said before he
caught Ham with a nimble two-piece to his jaw, knocking him out.
Ham stood for a second before he collapsed to the ground. Tic walked inside the apartment and closed the door. He knew where to find the tric
k who he had seen Ham bring back. Tic walked to the bedroom where he found her smoking from the crack pipe. When she looked up and saw Tic with a gun aimed at her, she tried to scream but was stopped by Tic’s slugs.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Tic shot the trick dead. He then walked back into the living room and handcuffed Ham and waited for his boss to show up.
* * *
China would never guess that she and Spencer were cuddling each other at the same hotel that Smooth had brought Amanda to when he had taken the same trip. China and Spencer had ordered some delicious Chinese food and watched a horror movie. The movie was coming to an end, and it was almost time for China to go meet with Jefe for the last time. Before she left Spencer at the hotel, she wanted to melt into his arms. China allowed him to hold her from behind while watching the movie. With one turn, China was face-to-face with him.
She placed her mouth to his and climbed on top of him, kissing him deeply and passionately. Spencer’s hands caressed her body and pulled down her satin thong. China slid down Spencer’s body, planting kisses along the way. When she got to his bulging cock, she pulled down his briefs and began to stroke his enormous cock. She had never seen herself being with a white man, but she was grateful that her first one proved to be a champion in the sack. China placed Spencer’s cock in her mouth and gave him some slow head while massaging his balls. The feeling was great to Spencer. He had experienced unique oral sex from call girls since he had been in Miami, but he never felt a connection and affection like China was causing him. His toes curled, and his ass cheeks tightened, causing him to moan out China’s name. “Damn, China. You’re the best!”
China didn’t want to bring Spencer to his peak too fast. She was on a timeframe and wanted to feel him deep in her world before she had to go. China stopped sucking his dick and climbed on top of him and straddled him. She reached behind her with one hand and grabbed Spencer’s wet cock. She slowly guided his dick into her wet pussy and rocked back and forth. Each time she came down, she filled her pussy with more of his cock.
“Spencer! This dick is so good!”
“Take your time, beautiful! You feel good to me, China!” Spencer complimented her as he began sucking on her nipples.
China began to increase her pace once she became accustomed to his cock, which is just what she wanted.
“Spencer! Fuck me, baby!” China demanded.
Spencer wasted no time flipping her onto her back while his cock stayed inside her.
He pulled back until just his head was in her pussy, and then he slammed his entire cock deep inside her.
“Mmmm, shit!” she purred loudly.
“This what you want?”
“Yes, Spencer! Fuck me baby!” China screamed loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
* * *
Smooth was stressing badly from not hearing anything from China. If he had hair, he would have been pulling it by now. Rosco tried all he could to help Smooth out with comforting advice, but it seemed like it went in one ear and out the other. Smooth was walking to the phones when two sergeants walked into the dorm looking directly at him.
“Mr. Johnson, could you please come with us? You have someone here to see you,” one of the sergeants stated.
It’s the health department, Smooth thought as he walked off with them.
When Smooth stepped into the main hallway of the jail, another one of the sergeants cuffed him in the front and then led the way. Smooth noticed that they were not heading to the medical unit when they passed by it, so he became curious. “Where am I going?”
“You’re going to see a pit bull in a skirt,” the sergeant informed Smooth, who had completely missed the dog reference.
He didn’t find it humorous and remained quiet. A minute later, Smooth was being led into a small interview room.
“Sit down at the table. Your guest will be here shortly,” the sergeant said.
Smooth sat down at the table and waited for thirty minutes before the door opened. When he looked back and saw the black detective, his heart dropped. He smelled trouble, but he didn’t know from which angle it was coming.
“Hello, Donavan Smooth Johnson. My name is Agent Debra Jones, and I’m the head of the DEA,” she introduced herself, standing on the opposite side of the table. She then slid over a copy of his indictment. “DEA of Miami, Smooth, and we’ve been looking for you day and night, sir,” she said to him as she sat down at the table.
Smooth looked at the highlighted charges and instantly became angry. He was staring at a long list of charges, from
first-degree murder of multiple Mexicans to drug affiliation. They were even charging him with Juan’s and Tracy’s murders, even though he knew China killed her. It gave him confidence because he knew that he was nowhere near the scene.
It takes evidence to convict someone, Smooth remembered Rosco’s advice.
Smooth smiled and caused Agent Jones to explode.
“So you find this shit funny, Donavan, huh? Well, we’ll see how funny it is when Miami hands you a life sentence, Smooth!”
“Woman, whoever the hell you are, I don’t see nothing in Miami. These bogus charges are a damn scam. I have my lawyer. Do y’all have a court date?” Smooth said.
“Yeah, we do. And we have our reliable CIs who will gladly take the stand against you,” Agent Jones said as she stood up and walked toward the door. “I’m going to give you time to think about cooperating. We want the man who put you on your high horse, Smooth,” Agent Jones said as she left the interrogation room.
Pit bull in a skirt. She sure does look like one! Smooth thought.
They wanted Jefe, someone who Smooth would never give them.
As he was being led back to his dorm, he thought about the mess he was in. He now had more than Ham to worry about.
Someone in Miami is talking, and they are close to my operation, Smooth thought. I can’t believe this shit. China, I need you, damn it! Stop being so adamant! Smooth thought as he walked back into the dorm.
* * *
It was 1:30 a.m. when China and Spencer arrived in Martin County. Spencer pulled into the apartment complex and killed the lights.
“Are you ready for this?” Spencer asked.
“Does it look like I’m not?” China replied.
“That’s what I’m talking about, you feisty chick!” Spencer said, causing China to chuckle.
“You’re crazy boy! Now let’s get this job done!” she said.
Spencer led the way while China followed him to the apartment with a duffel bag in her hand. They both wore gloves to carry out the task that they were there to handle.
When they stood in front of apartment 305, Spencer knocked twice. A moment went by before the door opened, and Spencer and China were staring at Tic.
“Welcome, boss!” Tic said as he stepped aside to let them inside.
Once they were all inside, they locked the door behind them. The reek of decomposition strongly lingered in the air.
“Damn! Did you do our job already?” China asked Tic.
“Nah! That’s the crackhead trick he had keeping him company,” Tic informed. “He’s in the kitchen,” he directed the duo while walking toward the kitchen.
When Spencer and China entered the small kitchen, they found Ham strapped to the kitchen table, handcuffed in the back. China walked up to him and looked him in his eyes.
“What did he do with her?” China asked while checking the ropes that held down Ham.
“He chopped her up and saved her in the deep freezer,” Tic informed China.
“Wow, that’s smart!” China said as she spun around and looked at Spencer.
“It’s your show, baby,” Spencer said as he leaned against the refrigerator.
“At least give me a hand with the water hose,” China requested.
“Sure,” Spencer agreed as he took the duffel bag from China.
Spencer removed a green hose from the bag and connected it to a faucet in the utility closet above t
he washing machine. China looked at Ham with a towel in her hand and spoke: “I’ma need you to be honest with me. Do you understand me?”
Ham was unable to speak from the duct tape on his mouth, so he nodded his head yes.
“Okay, why did you turn on Smooth? You do know who Smooth is, right?” China said.
Ham nodded his head yes.
“Ready?” Spencer shouted to China.
China cut off the circulation to the hose so that the water wouldn’t come pouring out.
“Yes, go ahead,” China said.
The water came on, and she laid the towel over Ham’s face. She then released the grip on the hose and let the water pour out onto Ham’s face.
“We call this waterboarding,” China said as she let the water run over Ham’s face, who began wiggling and trying to avoid the torture of the water that made him feel like he was drowning.
Spencer and Tic stood back and enjoyed a good laugh as they watched the show. Ten minutes had passed before China stopped the circulation of the hose. She pulled the wet towel from Ham’s face and then snatched the duct tape covering his mouth. Ham gasped for air, feeling like he was about to die.
“They made me tell on him! I swear I have no intentions of testifying against him!” Ham exclaimed.
“Did you act alone?”
“What?” Ham asked China.
“Do you have a snitch co-defendant, muthafucka?” China shouted before she slapped the shit out of Ham.
“No! No! I don’t have no codefendant. I’m not going to…”
Before Ham could complete his plea, China covered his face with the towel and released the pressure on the water hose again, letting the water run onto Ham’s face. The second wiggling round was worse for him, since he couldn’t keep his mouth closed to prevent water from seeping inside. He began choking and drowning on the water. The straps that bound him to the table prevented him from turning his head. Before Ham drowned, China removed the towel and cut off the circulation once again. As Ham gasped for air and choked on water, China shoved the water hose down Ham’s throat and released the pressure.
