by Silk White
Chapter 12
BAD TO THE BONE
Y.G.‘s song “My Nigga” blasted loudly through the club’s speakers.
Bone stood on the couch in the VIP section with a bottle in one hand and a fist full dollars in the other hand acting a fool as usual. His right hand man Mike Murder stood close by. His eyes scanned back and forth looking for any signs of trouble. Several other young shooters stood around the VIP section trying to holla at all the chicks that flooded the section.
Bone jumped down off the couch and took a long swig from his bottle when he looked up and saw a dark skin woman with a body that looked like she paid good for it sitting down staring at him. Wasting no time, Bone walked right up to the woman and stood directly in front of her purposely positioning his crotch to be directly in the woman’s face and line of vision. “What’s shaking baby?” he said and then took another guzzle from his bottle.
“Shit definitely not you,” the chick said in an uninterested tone as she pulled out her iPhone and pretended like she was doing something important.
“So why every time I look up you looking in my mouth?” he asked in a slur.
“Nigga please,” the dark skin chick said looking up at Bone like he was insane. “Ain’t nobody looking in yo face. If anything, I was looking to see what ignorant fool would be standing up on a couch.”
“I see.” Bone took another swig from his bottle. Without warning he turned the bottle upside down emptying the entire bottle of champagne on top of the woman’s head. “How bout that?”
The woman quickly shot to her feet and lunged towards Bone, but before she could get to Bone a big bouncer roughly grabbed her in a choke hold and dragged her out of the club kicking and screaming.
On the way out of the club, Mike Murder cleared his throat and spit on the girl for good measures just to piss her off even further.
Bone took another swig from his bottle and shook his head. He had been in Miami for the past two weeks trying to gather as much info on Scarface as possible. He wanted to find out where his family lived and who his friends were so he could turn all of their lives upside down. The nerve of Scarface to send a woman to try and kill him. That alone pissed Bone off and what pissed him off even more was that Vicky had almost succeeded. Now it was his turn to cause havoc on Scarface’s loved ones. He had put the word out on the streets that he was willing to pay anyone with some useful information on Scarface or his crew.
“Yo!” Mike Murder called out. “Shorty right here said she wanna holla at you.”
Bone looked to see who Mike Murder was talking about. Standing next to Mike was a short dark skin chick who had on way too much make up. Her face wasn’t anything to write home about, but the K. Michelle ass she had definitely grabbed Bone’s attention. “Yeah send her over,” he said still checking out the woman’s assets. Her ass was so fat that he could see it from the front as she walked over towards him. “How can I do you? I mean what can I do for you?” Bone smiled and then turned his new bottle up to lips.
“Yeah I heard you had some bread for anyone who had any info on Scarface,” she looking to read his facial expression.
“You got some info?”
“You got some bread?” the chick countered.
“Listen bitch” Bone said trying to keep calm. “If you got some info spit it out. If not, step the fuck off before I get upset.”
“Dang,” the girl said sucking her teeth. “You ain’t gotta act like that I was just coming over here to tell you my homegirl got all the info you need. She was just afraid to come over here, so I just wanted to make sure you was the New York nigga that everyone was talking about.”
“My bad love.” Bone grabbed a hold of her hand and kissed it gently. “What’s your name?”
“Tiff,” she answered with a smile.
“And what’s ya home girl’s name?”
“Mya,” Tiff replied.
“A’ight, why don’t you go get Mya and tell her to come holla at me.” Bone took another swig as he watched Tiff’s ass switch and jiggle from side to side with each step she took. A minute later Tiff returned with a nice looking light skin woman with what looked like an expensive weave.
“This my friend Mya I was telling you about,” Tiff said introducing the two.
“So ya friend here was telling me that you had some info that I might be interested in,” Bone said taking a deep swig from his bottle.
“Yeah I know that bitch ass nigga Scarface,” Mya said with venom dripping from her voice. “What you wanna know; where he live, where his mama live, where his businesses are located? What?”
Bone’s lips spread into a smile. “I want to know everything, but can you give me a second. I would like to have a word with your friend for a second,” he said looking over at Tiff. “Let me holla at you real quick.”
Bone led Tiff out to the parking lot. His car was parked in the middle of the huge lot, but instead he took Tiff towards the back of the lot.
“Where we going?” Tiff asked with a goofy drunk look on her face.
“Right here,” Bone said positioning her back up against a truck. His lips quickly found a home on the side of Tiff’s neck.
“Mmmmm,” Tiff moaned as her hand found Bone’s belt and fumbled to unfasten it. Bone slipped one of Tiff big ass titties up out of her shirt and kissed and licked all over the perky brown nipple slowly. Her moans started off slow and then they became desperate.
Bone quickly spun Tiff around and made her place her hands flat on the hood of the truck. Then he hiked up her dress and slid her thong to the side. Bone took a second to put a condom on before slipping inside of Tiff’s wet slice. He started off with slow powerful deep strokes just enough to get Tiff used to his size. Then he gripped both of her ass cheeks and spread them wide apart as he began to pound away pulverizing her insides.
“Oh my God!!! Fuck!!!” Tiff moaned and cursed and held on to whatever she could hold on to. Her orgasm came hard and fast in a series of waves. Her legs wobbled and she made sounds like she was drowning. Bone moved deeper inside her, held her waist, made her sit, tried to fill her up. “Take this shit off!” he demanded as he slapped Tiff’s ass with force as he watched it jiggle. Bone slapped Tiff’s ass again while he watched her remove the one piece mini dress from over her head. Besides the heels on her feet, Tiff now stood completely naked in the parking lot.
“Throw that shit back!” Bone said slapping her ass again but this time the other cheek. Tiff stood wide legged and pounded her ass violently back into Bone. Her ass smacking up against his torso sounded off loudly. Bone grabbed a handful of Tiff’s hair and pulled her head back with a snap. He watched as her huge ass jiggled and bounced with each stroke he delivered.
“Ahhh, Yes! Yes!” Tiff moaned. Her eyes were closed tight and her mouth was wide open as she moved her head from side to side in pain and pleasure. She was sweating as if she’d just ran a marathon. Bone delivered five last strong strokes and then stiffened up and let out a loud groan. “Arghhhh!”
Bone removed the condom, picked Tiff’s dress up off the ground and cleaned his dick off with it, then tossed the dress back down to the ground like it was a piece of trash, and then spun off leaving Tiff standing there looking stupid.
“Ass hole!” Tiff yelled at Bone’s departed back as she picked her dress up off the ground and examined it.
Bone made his way back to the VIP section and popped open another bottle of champagne. He took a seat next to Mya. “Okay now where were we?”
“You wanted to know everything about Scarface. I hate his guts and want him dead so I’m pretty sure I can be of some help to you,” Mya said with a devious I’m up to no good smile on her face.
“I think I like you already,” Bone said returning Mya’s smile.
Chapter 13
BACK LIKE I NEVER LEFT
Six months later Capo was finally released from the box and allowed back into regular population. After unpacking all of his belongings inside of his new cell, Capo’s n
ext stop was the yard. It had been a while since he was allowed to walk around freely so this was something he would have to get used to again. Capo coolly bopped through the yard with his head held high. He knew that the entire jail had been talking about the action packed movie he had made in the gym six months ago. Capo enjoyed putting in work, but what he didn’t enjoy was the sad look on Kim’s face when she had visited him in the box.
Kim was a good woman and the last thing Capo wanted was to disappoint her or let her down. She had made him promise that once he was released from the box that he would stay out of trouble so that he wouldn’t lose his good time and he would still be able to make it home early on good behavior. Capo agreed to stay out of trouble, but what Kim didn’t understand was that in jail anything could happen and people fought and killed over the smallest things. He had made Kim a promise that he knew he couldn’t keep. Kim would be mad, but hopefully she would forgive him.
Capo moved through the yard until he spotted Stacks and a few other Homies standing around talking shit to one another.
“What’s good?” Capo asked giving everyone a pound.
“Looks like we got us a little problem on our hands,” Stacks said and then nodded towards a bunch of mean looking men that stood in a group all wearing Kufis.
“Seems like ya man Cash done turned Muslim to keep us off his ass.”
“Fuck him turning Muslim got to do with us?” Capo asked confused. He could care less what Cash had changed his religion to. When the two crossed each other paths again it was on and popping on site.
“Nah… You don’t understand. The Muslims are the biggest gang in the jail system. You fuck with one of them and a riot is sure to pop off,” Stacks explained. He knew the after math of fucking with the Muslims and he didn’t think it was worth taking it to a further extent with them, especially if it wasn’t over no money.
“Fuck that!” Capo spat. “And fuck them Muslim niggas… Shit done already went too far to stop now!” Capo could give two fucks about what organization Cash had joined. The fact still remained that lives had been lost and loved ones had been robbed and shot. It was already too turned up to turn down now. “What’s up with that clown Wayne?”
“He’s paying the Muslims for protection,” Stacks told him.
“You can’t be serious,” Capo said in disbelief. “Niggas is stone cold gangsta’s on the streets and then come to jail and turn Muslim. Un-fucking believable!” he raved. As Capo sat talking, he noticed Cash and Wayne both enter the yard at the same time. Just the sight of Cash made Capo’s blood boil. Yeah he had put hands and feet on him, but that wasn’t enough. He wanted Cash to bleed. He wanted him to see what real pain felt like and he definitely wanted him to know this shit wasn’t a game by no means what so ever.
Cash and Wayne were immediately flanked by Muslims when they entered the yard. They stood over in a huddle talking in a hushed tone and every few seconds one of them would look back over his shoulder as if the organization was up to no good.
Capo didn’t know what they were over there talking about, but if he had to guess more than likely it was about him.
“Here we go,” Stacks said out loud as he noticed the gang of Muslims heading in their direction. Each man’s face held a serious and dangerous no nonsense look on it. One of the Homies discreetly passed Capo a shank. When the two crews got within striking distance, the entire yard got quiet in anticipation of the violence that was sure to come next.
“Whats going on my brother?” a man wearing a colorful Kufis said. His voice was peaceful, but his eyes were the eyes of a killer. “I understand you have a problem with one of the brothers.”
“You fucking right I have a problem with one of your brothers,” Capo shot back. “And you or Allah won’t be able to save him.”
“Listen my brother,” the Muslim said in a calm tone. “My name is Big Ock, and Cash is now a Muslim, so whatever problems you have or had with him in the past, I ask that you let it go and forgive him,” he said. “And I can promise you that here on out you won’t hear a peep out of him and you got my word on that. We come in peace.”
Stacks quickly stepped in before Capo said something stupid and started an all-out war. “No problem, Big Ock. You keep him away from us and we’ll stay away from him.”
“I appreciate it my brother,” Big Ock said with a head nod as him and his team of Muslims left and headed back over to the area of the yard that they just came from.
“Fuck is you doing?” Capo snapped once the Muslims were out of ear shot.
“Calm down,” Stacks said. “I’m not starting an all-out war with the Muslims. If you want to make a move, then handle your business. Catch that clown Cash at another time. Just not right now. You just got out the box,” he reminding Capo.
Capo wasn’t trying to hear nothing that Stacks was talking about, but he had to admit that he was right. A war with the Muslim right now wouldn’t benefit anyone. Not to mention there was nowhere for Cash to run since the two men were in the same jail together.
“Catch him alone on some one on one shit and handle your business,” Stack said with a devilish smirk on his face.
Once the yard was shut down Capo headed back to his cell. He hadn’t spoken to Kim in a while so he figured he’d sit down and write her a letter. Kim had written Capo plenty of letter, but the officers who worked the box area didn’t like Capo so they held on to his mail. They even played games with his food some nights. Capo stepped in his cell and was pissed off immediately. All of his things had been removed from the bottom bunk and sloppily placed on the top bunk. His bunkie laid on the bottom bunk with his legs crossed at the ankles with a ButtMan magazine in one hand while his other hand was resting in his sweatpants.
“Yo fam what’s good?” Capo asked standing over the man in the sweatpants.
“What’s good my nigga,” he replied as if nothing was wrong.
“Yo why you moved all my shit from off my bunk and put it up on the top bunk?” Capo asked getting in a good position so he could steal on his cell mate.
“Nah I got a bad back. I can’t be climbing up on the top bunk every night. It’s quiet for all that,” he said as if that was the end of the discussion.
“Oh you got a bad back? Why didn’t you just say that from the beginning Homie,” Capo said. Without warning he grabbed the man by his ankle and violently yanked him off the bed. “Nigga you think I give a fuck about ya stupid ass back?” Capo growled as he stomped his cell mate’s head into the concrete floor until he stopped moving. “I’m trying to write my shorty a letter and you wanna be in here talking crazy,” Capo said out loud to no one in particular as he removed all the man’s things off the bottom bunk down onto the floor and neatly replaced all of his things back on the bottom bunk. Capo was already pissed off due to the fact that he couldn’t touch Cash and his bunkie’s ignorance pushed him over the top.
Capo laid on his bunk and began to come up with a strategy on how he could get close to Cash while he was alone and not surrounded by a gang of Muslims.
Chapter 14
WHAT’S WHAT?
Angela pulled the stolen vehicle into the garage of one of the several properties that she owned. The place was a one level house that sat on an unpopular street. Angela cut the car off and looked in the back seat at a sleeping Ashley. She was glad that she was able to sleep at a time like this, especially with so much going on. This was a lot for Angela so she knew this had to be a lot for a child. Ashley had no other choice but to trust Angela especially now that both of her parents were dead. Angela really wanted nothing to do with the situation, but she just couldn’t leave the helpless little girl out there for dead like that. She knew if she turned her back on the situation that Ashley wouldn’t be alive for no longer than twenty-four hours at the most. Angela figured her life was already jacked up so she might as well try to help better Ashley’s life.
“Time to wake up,” she said giving Ashley’s shoulder a light tap. Ashley sat up and looked around.
“Where are we?” she said while yawning and stretching.
“We’re safe,” was Angela’s only answer. They stepped foot inside the house through the garage and Ashley immediately noticed that an old looking sofa was the only piece of furniture that decorated the living room. The kitchen didn’t look any better. Immediately Ashley knew she wasn’t going to like the place. This wasn’t a place built or set up for a child.
“What’s wrong?” Angela asked sensing that something was wrong.
“This place looks creepy,” she confessed. “I want to go home.”
Angela squatted down in front of Ashley so the two could see eye to eye. “Listen Ashley you’re never going to go home and those men will never stop trying to kill you unless you start being honest with me and tell me why everyone wants an innocent child dead. Did your father give you anything, or tell you anything before he died?”
Ashley paused for a second and then shook her head no. She hated lying to Angela but she was only trying to do the right thing. In the back of her mind she wanted all this madness to finally be over and done with.
“You hesitated!” Angela said in a stern tone. “Stop fucking around and tell me why everyone wants you dead!” she yelled in Ashley’s face. She could tell that it was something that the little girl wasn’t telling her.
Ashley said nothing.
“I can no longer help you,” Angela said with a defeated look on her face. “If you’re going to keep secrets, there’s nothing else I can do for you. There’s the front door,” she bluffed.
Ashley’s head hung low to the floor as she dug down in her pocket and removed the thumb drive that her father had given her. She held it out towards Angela. “My father told me not to show or give this to anybody,” she said as pregnant tears dropped from her eyes. “I’m showing you this and giving it to you because I trust you.”
