Breezy operated the page for Beeba all the while. A few likes of his pictures with a few kissy face emojis, and he fell for the bait. He dove into the inbox head first. He made several attempts for them to link up, but Breezy was careful to stall, so he would become eager. Last night he decided the time is now and he had Big Face where he wanted him; well, Beeba had him where he needed him. They set up the date and here they are.
Beeba steps out of the building looking way too elegant to be walking out of such a dump. Big Face believes this is where she lives, but this is really her first time ever seeing this place. Breezy chose this place for several reasons. The darkness of the area is perfect. Also, it’s convenient being that the highway is two hundred feet away.
Big Face watches in awe as she moves down the path toward him. In all of his life, he’s never seen a woman who looks so godly. She’s so much different from the rest of the girls he deals with. As he sits here, he doubts if he’s even on her level. Either way, it’s way too late for doubt because he’s here now.
He hits the power lock and Beeba stands there with a disturbed look on her face. He rolls the window down. “Get in.”
“I’m used to doors being opened for me,” she says with a hint of attitude. She gets in and slams the door. The smell of her perfume fills the truck immediately. Big Face just stares at her in awe of her beauty. Her skin glows like a chocolate angel.
“Damn! We finally face to face. I was starting to think you was catfishing me,” he says as a joke.
“Catfish?” she asks as if she has no clue of the term. “What is that?”
“Never mind,” he says, laughing it off.
“So do I look like my pictures?” she asks. “It’s hot in here,” she says as she cracks the window. “So do I?” She holds her arms open for him to view all of her.
“You look better. Your pictures don’t do you no justice. Damn,” he says.
“Why, thank you,” she replies.
Beeba’s heart speeds up as she thinks of all that is expected of her. Suddenly he makes the move that was predicted. “Can I get a hug? Damn! You had me waiting for you for weeks. It’s the least you could do.”
He hugs her tightly and goes on to rubbing all over her back, romantically. Beeba moans as if his petting is soothing. Just as he’s about to pull away, she tightens her grip on him. “Damn, you smell good,” she says. She takes a huge sniff of his neck.
Four car lengths behind is Storm’s Cherokee. In the driver’s seat is Mud, and in the passenger’s seat, there’s Breezy. Storm is seated in the back. Both Storm and Breezy have their guns gripped in their hands. They watch closely as Beeba’s hand hangs from the passenger’s window.
“Showtime,” Breezy shouts. “There go the sign.”
She throws two fingers up, and Mud pulls out of the parking space with the lights out. In three-seconds flat, the Cherokees are parked side by side. Breezy dashes out of the passenger’s seat gun in hand and Storm is at his heels.
Big Face, in the middle of the hug, peeks over his shoulder. His heart skips a beat as he attempts to get out of hug. Beeba grips him tightly. She lets go once the door is opened and the gun is aimed at Big Face’s head.
Storm snatches the door open for Beeba to exit. Before she’s out of the Jeep Breezy’s gun sounds off.
Boc!
Blood splashes everywhere including the back of Beeba’s white dress. Beeba stops at the curb, not able to look away from the sight.
Big Face’s body lays over the console, head on the passenger’s seat. It’s obvious that he’s already dead, but of course that’s not enough for Storm. She places the gun onto his temple and lets the shots rip.
Blocka! Blocka! Blocka!
“Let’s go!” Breezy shouts, snapping Storm out of her zone. Beeba, still in a trance, has to be dragged away from the Cherokee. Breezy hops back into the front seat while Storm forces Beeba into the backseat in front of her. Once they are in, Mud speeds off. At the top of the hill, he turns onto the parkway and heads onto the perfect getaway.
* * *
An hour later, the crew cruises through Branch Brook Park in Breezy’s car. With it being so late, there’s almost no traffic in the park. They ride in silence as they all entertain their own thoughts. Beeba, thinking the hardest, hasn’t said a word since the incident. It baffles her how she managed to get caught up in all of this. She prays that this doesn’t come back to haunt her. Her newfound life of adventure seems to be getting crazier by the day. It’s hard to believe that just a few months ago she lived an almost regular life with her husband.
While Storm drives, Breezy is busy on the phone, deleting Beeba’s Instagram account. Once he’s done, he speaks. “Pull over right here,” he commands.
Storm stops the car on the dime. Breezy hops out and runs over to the ledge of the lake. He draws back and throws the phone as high as he can. He watches as the phone makes a huge splash in the water a couple hundred feet away from him. He races back to the car, gets in and Storm cruises off moderately.
He looks to Storm as she’s driving. “Patience and strategy wins the war,” he says before looking away from her. “No war is ever won fighting with emotion.”
76
Las Vegas Nevada
December 8, 2012
Approximately four months have passed, and things have only gotten better for Storm. Business has picked up drastically. As far as the situation with Big Face, nothing has ever come back to them. The streets have charged his murder as a revenge for the dirt that he’s done in them. With all that he’s dished out, it’s impossible for anyone to track his death down to one culprit. Like many deaths in the hood, his will go unsolved and charged to the game.
The only thing that could make Storm’s life better is if those charges were not hanging over her head. No matter how much she’s enjoying her life, those charges always have a way of raining on her parade. Not a minute of the day goes by without her being reminded that one day all of her good times could possibly come to an end. Her trial starts in a couple of weeks and knowing that is quite stressful for her.
The biggest damper on her spirit comes from Mr. Antonelli. Things haven’t gotten any better between them. He’s even more distant with her these days. She’s sure that, if she wasn’t forcing him to see her, he wouldn’t. She stays at his house more than she ever did. Her reason for being there is to keep him close and keep watch on him. She continuously drops threats on him, so he doesn’t forget that she’s promised to end his life if he ever went to the authorities on her. He only deals with her out of fear.
As far as business goes, Toy has been doing a great job at getting her consistent work through the casinos. Storm has a total of twenty Mexican women on her team and that’s enough to rake in the dough. She has two houses to work from now and they both are doing well. Outside of having to switch apartments ever so often, she has no complaints. A few times local police have gotten onto them where they had to pick up and move.
Luckily, only three of her girls have been arrested. One morning the police kicked in one of her spots and caught the two girls dead in the act. The girls and the tricks were arrested and taken into custody. The girls held up well under pressure, never giving her up or the traffickers.
They knew what trouble they would get in if they opened their mouths, so they said not a word. After being released on petty charges, Storm sent them back to Esto just to keep them cool. He traded her three girls in their places. Storm believes they were sent back to Mexico, but they could have easily been just shipped over to New York to work. Once they get shipped her they get shuffled through the pipeline.
Storm and her Angels as she now calls them, just arrived here this morning. With this being the weekend of the Manny Pacquiao versus Juan Manuel Marquez fight, she’s sure the money will be flowing in abundance. All walks of life will be present, and she has something for everyone.
> She has Toy and Wendy, her faithful riders with her, and she has full confidence that they will get to the money as they always have. She also has Beeba with her. Beeba is now her top earner. Beeba has found a way to put that murder she was an accomplice to behind her. She has accepted her new life and can’t imagine going back home to her husband.
From day one, Storm knew Beeba had it in her to be great. Beeba has reached a level of productivity that Storm is even surprised by. Storm doesn’t even have to play the mind games with her to keep her onboard. Addicted to big money and a luxurious life that her husband once provided, she works her hardest to maintain her prestigious lifestyle.
It’s been six months and she hasn’t missed a beat. Through their network, she’s able to provide more for herself than her husband ever provided for her. He still calls and begs her to come home every now and again but never once does he step foot anywhere near them. Although she’s still married to him on paper, their marriage is over. She’s now married to the game.
Storm only brought half of her stable of Mexican women with her. The other half she left divided in her two whore houses. She has Mud and his boy in the houses to watch over them. She has faith that they can hold it down without her.
Just in case those women aren’t enough to fulfill every man’s sexual cravings and desires, she’s brought along five strippers. Normally she wouldn’t entertain such raunchy and ghetto talent, but she’s sure the young drug dealers will eat them up. She made sure to bring the biggest booties she could find in the city of Newark. All in all, with eighteen women on deck, she’s positive this will be the most profitable weekend of her career.
She is sure that anybody who is somebody will be here this weekend and she couldn’t come short handed. She packed her best attire, her finest jewelry, and even had her car shipped down here for the occasion. This weekend she plans to show her ass like she’s never done before. She tells herself this could easily be her last big event with her murder trial starting soon. If by chance it goes against her favor, at least she will have lifelong memories.
With Mr. Antonelli hating her guts now, she often thinks that he’s just waiting for her to go away to prison, so he can go on with his life without her. She believes she made the best decision by firing Tony and hiring the new attorney. She can’t help but wonder if Tony would have done a better job at her defense. She couldn’t take that chance though. That little voice in her head tells her that Tony was just waiting to throw her to the wolves, and would have lost her case intentionally. Whenever she thinks like that, she’s tempted to reach out and touch him. A few times she’s thought of seeking revenge for what she thinks he may have had planned for her and her future.
The bright lights on South Las Vegas Boulevard are hypnotizing. Storm walks from her hotel on her way to the MGM Grand. She’s draped in her thirty-thousand dollar, black sheared mink, swing jacket, which is accented by Chinchilla. The Vegas weather is way too hot for fur but she couldn’t resist. This coat is the most expensive coat that she’s brought for herself, and this is the perfect occasion for her to show it off. Just to not look way extra, she dressed the fur down with a basic black sleeveless jumpsuit and black Chanel sneakers.
At ten o’clock at night, the sidewalks are crowded with barely enough space for her to walk. The streets are still busy because the undercard fights are still going on. The traffic on the streets is bumper to bumper with exotic cars. She would love to be in that lineup of traffic, gracing the streets, but it’s senseless being that her hotel is a few doors down. Besides, she’s played the scene so hard earlier that she’s sure many will remember.
She noticed many Bentleys filled with women drivers and has charged most of the women as merely wives of celebrities. The others who were extra in their demeanor, she charged off as the wives of the drug dealers. As many of them as she’s seen, she doubts if any of them are bosses in their own right, who made their money off their own muscle. That makes her proud be one of the biggest boss bitches of them all.
A few steps away from the MGM Grand, she slides in between a group of people walking toward her. Unsuspectedly her hand is grabbed from behind. This is nothing new to her being that men having been tugging at her ever since she got here. She snatches away as she turns around, expecting it to be another man trying to push up on her, she’s wrong in her way of thinking.
The face she sees is one that she never expected to see again. “Small world,” the man says with a sarcastic smile. “Never thought we would run into each other again, huh?”
Never in a million years did she expect this. Her heart pounds as the man from Ohio, Money Sal stands face to face with her. She’s caught by total surprise. So much has happened in her life since then that she’s forgotten all about him and the thirty grand that she stole from his house. It’s obvious that he hasn’t forgotten.
He links his arms around hers and shoves her along. “Told your little funny looking ass I would eventually catch back up with you. Didn’t think you would ever see me again, did you? You said it though, ‘life is funny like that,’” he says with a grin. “Now walk, bitch. Make a false move, and I will blast your ass right here,” he threatens as he shoves a gun into her side. With their bodies being so close, the gun can’t be seen.
As she’s being shoved along, she peeps game. Two other men are behind them at their heels. She walks along with her heart racing. The further they get from the MGM Grand, the lighter the foot traffic becomes. She’s sure they are trying to get her away from the crowd to do whatever it is that they plan to do to her.
She looks around, hoping that someone sees what’s going on, but everyone seems to be moving along about their merry own business. She inhales deeply just to regulate her pounding heart. She looks into the distance and can only see less than a handful of people. That to her is a sign that she’s doomed.
She peeks behind her and the two men behind them are even closer. “Walk bitch. Don’t turn around. Keep your eyes in front of you,” Money Sal says while shoving his gun into her ribs. The handful of people pass them without looking their way. Seems like there’s not another soul in front of them.
With no other alternative for safety, she slides her hand into her left pocket. She realizes the chance that she’s about to take but feels hopeless to the matter. She can either submit and let them take her somewhere to finish her off, or she can take her chances and go for what she knows. She chooses the latter.
“Now,” she mumbles to herself. She peeks over to the man to the left of them who is stepping with his eyes ahead of him. She quickly peeks over her shoulder at the men behind them just to see how close they are. She realizes they are so close that she has no room for error.
Her reasoning for having her car shipped here wasn’t only to show the car off. She had the car shipped with two guns in her stash box. From the looks of it, that may be one of the smartest decisions she’s made in a long time. If she’s lucky that decision will save her life. If not…
She quickly plans her move and realizes it’s now or never. She squeezes the trigger of the gun while still inside her coat pocket.
Blocka! Blocka!
Money Sal lets her go and stumbles backwards. Caught by total surprise he doesn’t know where the gunfire has come from. She draws the gun from her pocket and fires again quickly.
Blocka!
The sight of the gun leads the man in the front to flee. Money Sal stumbles backwards clumsily as he grabs hold of his abdomen. From his hands falls a cellphone in which he was bluffing to be a gun.
She spins around to the men behind her, and to her surprise they flee away with fear. She fires at them as they are running away from her.
Blocka! Blocka! Blocka!
One man tumbles forward while the other continues running for his life. Storm is so caught up in her zone that she doesn’t hear the screams of the people who are scattering like roaches. She doesn’t hear or
see them. She takes a few steps toward the man who lays flat on his face. She dumps two shots into the back of his head.
Blocka! Blocka! Blocka!
She sees Money Sal attempting to crawl away and runs over to him. As he’s on all fours, she has a clear shot at the top of his head. She aims… she squeezes.
Blocka!
The impact of the bullet makes his neck swing forward like a sling shot. His head and body fold onto the concrete.
Just as she’s about to make her getaway she hears, “Freeze!”
That word snaps her out of her zone. She stops in her tracks, and all she can think of is going to jail for another double homicide. With lightning speed, she turns around into the direction the voice came from, with her finger already mashing the trigger. Before she can even see his face, she squeezes.
Blocka!
The young white cop falls to his knees before, crumbling over.
The sirens are coming from every direction, but she can’t hear them. The dead bodies lying at her feet has her adrenaline racing. She shakes her head to gather herself, and when she comes to, she finds herself surrounded by police in every direction. No way does she plan to be captured. She realizes she’s in too deep. She’s come too far for it to end like this.
She takes a few steps back to find a wall to place herself against. This is war, a wide open battlefield and she’s a warrior. She takes a few more steps backward, aiming her gun from side to side to keep the cops at bay. Totally and unsuspectedly, she’s blindsided by an impact that feels like a Mac truck. She’s tackled to the ground from behind by a hero cop that she never saw.
The cop wrestles her, overpowering her. He pries the gun from her hand, and that is when they all come in. All she can see from the ground is police shoes, which seem to be about a hundred of them. She puts up some resistance but that doesn’t stop her arms from being placed behind her back. Once she’s handcuffed, she receives the worse beating of her life.
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