“Munch is bored, too,” Blake continued.
I should cuss Blake out. This nigga done rang my phone, interfering with my rampage, and he ain’t got nothing to talk about.
“So I called this broad named Tillie to see if she wants to get down with me and Munch. She’s all for it but she wants to bring along one of her girlfriends. Two chicks are too many for me.”
“Say what?” I’m surprised Blake would admit to something like that.
“Me and my girl was at it for hours last night,” he explains. “I can’t fuck two bitches after all the work I put in last night,” Blake says with a chuckle.
“Oh, aye.”
“You interested in taking up some of the slack? Wanna join the party?”
“Do I? You ain’t gotta ask me twice. Where’s the hookup spot? Your crib or Munch’s?”
“See, that’s the problem. Munch’s mom stayed home from work today, so we can’t go over there. And my sister got the exterminator over here, fumigating the place. That boarder of yours… the chick that stays with you, she won’t be home ’til after five, so I figured we could bring the party to your spot.”
I got Blake and Munch believing that Evette’s a chick renting a room from me. I don’t admit this is her crib or that we’re in a relationship.
“Y’all can party over here. It’s cool with me.” My bad mood is improving. “What time are y’all swinging by?” I ask because I need some time to straighten up the mess I made in the kitchen.
“Half-hour…maybe an hour.”
“Okay. See you when you get here.”
Suddenly, my world has brightened. I’m straightening up the kitchen, sweeping up glass, wiping down shit, and I got the nerve to be whistling as I work.
Forty-five minutes later, Blake and Munch are at the door, carrying two six-packs of beer. The two females they brought are as different as night and day. One girl is pretty enough to be on TV. Her light brown hair is styled in a wrap. Parted down the middle, showing dark roots. She has beautiful brown eyes, real wide and expressive. Her sparkly lip gloss is getting me in the mood for kissing. I could easily romance this chick before I start drilling.
The other one is so butt ugly she looks like a Halloween mask. Her nose is so flat, it’s a wonder she can even breathe. But I shrug it off. Pussy is pussy. I’m prepared to lay pipe in either one of these hoes. It don’t even matter which one. I’ll do both of them, if Blake can’t hold up his end.
“This is Kaymar,” Blake says, introducing me to the females. “Fawn and Tillie.” Both chicks are wearing short skirts, I notice.
“Mmm. Kaymar is hot. Built nice with those muscles. He can get it,” says the flat-nose chick named Tillie. Not only does her nose look like she’s gone a few rounds in the boxing ring with Floyd Mayweather, but she also has a severe case of acne.
She starts giggling. The ugly chick would be the one to put in first dibs, but what the fuck? Like I said, pussy is pussy.
“We gon’ find out if Kaymar is all talk or if he can really put in some work,” Blake says with a slight edge to his voice. “That nigga is always bragging about his fuck game…we gon’ finally find out.”
I look around a little uneasily. My fuck game has not been up to par lately, but I don’t think it’s my fault I can’t last long. I cum quick because Evette’s pussy is uninspiring.
I notice Munch is sitting on the couch, leaning forward like he’s ready to pounce. He’s not saying anything. He’s quietly sipping beer and licking his lips as he stares at the two girls. He doesn’t appear very happy about our little setup with these chicks. Munch looks hostile and on edge.
“What’s up with Munch?” I ask Blake in a whisper.
“That nigga’s hype. He’s been sniffing glue, getting himself prepared.”
I start to ask why he has to sniff glue, but fuck it. What the hell do I care? I absently rub my dick as I gaze at Fawn. She smiles at me and I no longer want to be a part of this freak scene. Fuck these niggas. I want Fawn all to myself.
My thoughts are distracted by a rustling sound. I jerk my head over to the couch and I’m shocked to see Munch’s face buried in a piece of cloth. When he lifts his head up, he has a fierce look in his eyes.
“What’s wrong with him?” Fawn draws close to Tillie.
“Girl, that’s how he gets. You gon’ love it. Munch has a serious tongue game.”
“I don’t wanna find out. He looks crazy; I changed my mind,” Fawn states with a frown. Munch has his crazy-eyed focus on her, and she’s trying to get behind her friend, Tillie.
There’s a loud explosion when Munch suddenly kicks the coffee table over and starts crawling around in a circle like a dog chasing his tail. Both Tillie and Fawn are screaming and freaking out. If I had a piece on me, Munch would be one dead mufucka.
I scowl at Blake. “Man, what’s up with your nigga?”
“Yo, Munch. Get a grip. You’re fucking up the party, man!” Blake yells. But Munch acts like he can’t hear him. He’s crawling all crazy, using one hand like it’s a paw or a hoof, scratching on the carpet…looking similar to a bull, preparing to charge.
“Blake, man! Get control of that glue-sniffing asshole.” I’ve had enough of this circus. I want everybody to get the fuck out. Munch is giving me plenty of reason to eighty-six him and all of these nut-asses.
Everyone except Fawn. She can stay; I have plans for us.
“Did you bring the shit?” Blake asks Tillie in a desperate voice.
“Yeah.” Tillie pulls open her big purse and starts digging.
My eyes nearly pop out my head when she pulls out a studded collar with a looped handle. She hands the collar to Blake. In a flash, Blake wrestles with Munch until he somehow gets the collar around Munch’s neck.
CHAPTER 23
Brick gave Anya the money to rent a motel room. Keeping a low profile, Brick stayed in the car while Anya checked them in, using her identification. Clean but small, the motel located in Lower Bucks County offered few amenities. With his cash on hand running perilously low, Brick could only afford cheap lodging.
It was in Brick’s nature to be a provider, to take care of the people that depended on him. Anya didn’t seem to mind the downgrade. Outside the bedroom, she was easygoing. A sweet girl. Easy to please and easy to get along with.
But she was a beast in bed. Anya’s sex game was off the chain. She was becoming a pleasurable distraction, and Brick couldn’t allow good pussy to take him off his square.
Touching Smash Hitz was going to take a little longer than he’d anticipated. At present, he had to worry about every day survival. If he didn’t earn some income soon, he and Anya would both be tossed out on the streets. And Brick couldn’t let that happen. She was depending on him, and he wouldn’t let her down.
It occurred to him to get a gun and stick up some drug boys, but he couldn’t do that. From his own drug-slinging days, he knew that there was a price to pay when a hustler came up short, and Brick didn’t want to jam up a young bull for a little bit of pocket change. Only ballers that were handling weight made long paper, and getting to the big boys would take a lot of effort and planning.
Brick didn’t have time for that. He needed a quick come-up, and he could think of only one way to accomplish that.
Anya used most of her time searching for her father, but being in Bucks County was a disadvantage. Right now, she was sitting in the Internet access station in a quick-copy shop near the motel.
While Brick was putting together a money scheme, Anya was pouring through a database of homeless people, hoping to locate her father. Brick couldn’t say that he wished her luck. At least, not at the moment. As skimpy as his pockets were, one more mouth to feed was pushing it.
To make sure he couldn’t be traced by his fingerprints, Brick pulled on a pair of latex gloves. Wearing a sleeveless, hooded sweatshirt, sunglasses, and a ball cap pulled down low, Brick pulled open the door to a small bank that was tucked away behind a strip mall. He’d been casing the
place since arriving in Bucks County, and he liked the fact there wasn’t a security guard on the premises.
Robbing mufuckas or hitting ATMs used to be a way of life back when Brick and Misty were in their teens. He believed he’d lost his heart for criminal activities, but in a bold and desperate move, Brick rushed inside the bank. Hand inside his pocket, he gripped his cell phone, giving the impression he was concealing a weapon.
As he rushed toward the teller, stunned customers scattered, creating a clear path for Brick.
Brick grabbed a male customer who was in the middle of a transaction by the back of his collar, and yanked him out of his way. Brick didn’t open his mouth. Silently he pushed a printed note toward the terrified teller. The note clearly stated that Brick had a gun, and he wanted all the cash in her drawer.
Hastily, the shaken teller gave him a bag of money.
Brick exited the bank and made a run for it. No good Samaritans chased him. No cops pursued him. He hopped a fence in the bank’s parking lot, pulled off the hoodie and ditched it, and then sprinted two blocks until he reached his car parked in a residential neighborhood.
Behind the wheel, his chest heaved and he gasped for breath. He’d run only a short distance, but his chest was on fire. With construction work and weightlifting, Brick’s body was ripped and cut, but he obviously needed to get in some cardio exercises if he planned to continue racing away from crime scenes on foot.
During the drive back to the motel, his eyes roved anxiously from the rearview mirror to the bag of money in the backseat. So far, so good. There were no squad cars tailing him and no exploding dye packs popping off inside the bag. But then again, maybe dye packs exploded silently. Hell if he knew how that shit worked.
Nobody could identify him…all they could say was that a big black man had robbed the bank and left on foot, but still, he needed to keep it moving, and get the hell out of Bucks County.
But he couldn’t leave town just yet. He had to go back to the motel and get his personal items. Nothing he possessed had any real value, but the photographs of his son were irreplaceable. Taking a huge risk, Brick went back to the motel. Once inside, he glanced out the window every few minutes, checking to see if the cops were lurking outside.
With nervous hands, he counted the money. Only twelve thousand. Damn! He’d expected a bank job to bring in a lot more than that. Still, he was relieved the money was not covered with red dye.
From his duffle bag, he pulled out a couple of items, and then changed from dark pants and boots to a pair of cargo shorts and sneakers.
Bucks County was a wrap. It was time to move on. Brick was ready for Miami, but he needed some more information from that lil’ punk, Cash Money.
One last glance around the room, and he noticed Anya’s red-print overnight bag. Brick’s heart dropped. He didn’t want to hurt Anya, but it was time to make a clean break from her. He’d leave her a stack and then move on to Miami with a clear conscience.
Anya could do much better than him—a troubled man on the run for attempted murder…and now a bank robbery. He couldn’t contribute anything positive to Anya’s life. Leaving her behind would be an act of kindness.
But Brick realized Anya wouldn’t take it that way. She’d feel rejected. Brick imagined her hurt and disappointment when she discovered he’d ducked out on her. She deserved an explanation. Instead of leaving her overnight bag behind, he tossed it in the trunk alongside his duffle bag.
While driving, one hand steered, the other roved over the screen of his cell phone, placing his call to Anya on speaker. It would be real dumb to get pulled over for driving around with a cell phone up to his ear.
“You still researching stuff on the computer?” he asked when Anya picked up.
“Yeah, I’m done. Was just getting ready to log off.”
“There’s a change in plans…” Brick hesitated briefly. “I’m…uh…on the move. Understand what I’m saying?”
“No. What do you mean, you’re on the move?”
“We have to get out of Bucks County…go our separate ways. It’s not safe for you to be with me.”
“Brick…” She spoke his name pleadingly.
“I’m on the run, Anya. And I don’t want to drag you any deeper into my situation.”
“This is so sudden. What happened?”
“Things changed; that’s all I can say. I’m not gon’ leave you hanging, though. I got something for you.”
“But—”
“Meet me outside the copy center in five minutes,” Brick said firmly.
“All right.” There was acceptance in Anya’s voice, and Brick was relieved.
As soon as Anya got in the car, Brick pulled off.
Offended, Anya tsked through her teeth. “Oh, my goodness. Are you in that big of a rush to get rid of me?”
“It’s not you. I got law enforcement on my ass. I got shit to take care of…for Misty. Until Smash Hitz and that tranny get bodied, I can’t be out here fucking around and getting caught.”
“Why are you ditching me? I told you that I’m willing to help you.”
“You don’t need to get involved in my problems. Stay focused on looking for your pop. And after you get that resolved, I want you to find yourself a good man.”
“I’m not looking for a man.”
“A pretty girl like you should be thinking about sharing a future with a nice dude. I’m bad news, baby—I’m all fucked up!”
“No, you’re not.”
“You’re better off without me. Real talk. I’ma give you enough bread to hold you until you get yourself together, aye? I want you to get yourself an apartment, and stop all this moving around. You deserve better.”
“If you say so.” Anya’s tone was snippy.
“I’m sorry, Anya. I really am. But I’m tryna look out for you. So where do you want me to drop you off? I can give you enough money to stay in a nice hotel until you find something permanent.”
“A nice hotel is the farthest thing from my mind. You’re not the only one that’s out for revenge. Wanna know what I discovered today?” Anya said angrily.
Brick cut an eye at her. “You found your pop?”
“No. I found out one of the men that brutally murdered my mother is out of jail. He’s free as a fucking bird…walking the streets right now.” She stopped talking and murmured something under her breath. She dropped her head and Brick realized that she was crying.
“It’s okay…” His voice trailed off. He nodded sympathetically, at a loss for words.
“It’s not okay. I’m consumed with hatred. Just like you.” She looked up at Brick with tears streaming. “Fuck getting me an apartment. If you really want to do something for me—something that’s meaningful—then get me a piece. I need a gun, Brick. I’m gonna personally put a bullet between that killer’s eyes.”
Anya’s mouth tightened. Her eyes, no longer filled with tears, were icy cold. Turning her head, she stared out of the window. Every few moments, a deep, shuddering breath expressed her quiet rage.
Brick kept driving. He had a much better understanding of why Anya became so violently passionate when they were in bed. It was the only way she could express her pent-up rage.
He rubbed Anya’s shoulder with one hand and steered with the other. His reassuring hand had no effect on Anya. She didn’t revert back to her usual sweet self. She sat motionless. Staring out the window, intent on committing murder.
Making a split-second decision, he proceeded to cross the Tacony Palmyra Bridge.
“We’re going to Jersey?” she asked without emotion.
“It’s close enough to Philly to handle business, but far enough away to be a good hideout spot.”
“What about the gun?”
“I’ll make some calls. I gotchu. I’ll take care of it.”
They had an understanding now. A nonverbal agreement. They were rolling together. Neither was concerned about the danger. They both possessed a thirst that could not be quenched until blood was s
pilled.
CHAPTER 24
On his hands and knees, Munch is growling and pulling, but Blake yanks him over to Tillie. At this point, Fawn is standing near the front door with her hands over her mouth. There’s a mixture of shock and excitement shining in her pretty brown eyes.
Munch rears up and knocks Tillie into a chair. Standing on his knees, he holds her down with his forearms. Tillie isn’t fighting back at all. Her short skirt is hitched up. She’s got her legs cocked open, and she ain’t wearing any panties. The bitch came prepared.
Munch is a big freak. The way he’s chowing down on that girl’s pussy is bananas! I have never seen any shit like this. He’s growling, sucking, and licking—slurping. The way this nigga is gobbling up pussy, I’d be surprised if that ho, Tillie, has any pussy left to share with Blake and me.
After about five minutes of watching Munch, I realize he has no intention of stopping. I turn to Blake. “I thought he was supposed to be getting her ready for you?”
“He is,” Blake says. Blake is looking real comfortable with the situation, and he’s not even holding the handle of the collar anymore. He’s letting Munch freestyle on that coochie.
“How long is he gon’ be at it?” I ask, disgruntled. Shit, I want my turn to smash.
Blake shrugs. “I think he sniffed too much glue. If I try to pull him off, he might bite her.”
“So! Let him bite her. He’s taking too long.” I cut an eye at Fawn and she seems mesmerized by what’s happening in the living room. Munch has turned into some kind of pussy-eating animal. Fawn is watching as her girlfriend, Tillie is lying back, busting one nutt after another.
Meanwhile, Blake and me huddle together, both silently coming to terms with the fact that Munch is not going to stop and we may possibly have to share Fawn.
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