by Jacob Spears
“It’s because of China, huh?” she asked.
“You already know, Amanda.”
“You could have at least given me a warning that we were done. I would have made the last time like never before. Come in, Smooth. Leave everything on the counter. I have to put on some clothes,” Amanda explained as she turned around.
Smooth followed her, stepped inside, and closed the door behind him.
“Come here, ’Manda,” Smooth called out.
Amanda stopped and turned around, with tears in her eyes.
“What, Smooth?” she said, wiping away the tears.
She didn’t want to tell him how much she had cried for him and had feelings for him, but there was no better time than now.
“Smooth, I thought you were dead. It was everywhere in the streets. I cried. Smooth, I’m not supposed to feel like this. But when you’re the only one fucking me, it’s inevitable, Smooth!” Amanda cried. “I can’t tell you that there are no feelings, but for you to just walk around like I’m just your cook girl. Well, how do you think that makes me feel? Don’t get me wrong! I’m not asking you to leave China or continue to fuck me. I can respect you being faithful, but damn, you could have fucked me good one last time.”
Before Amanda could get one more word out, Smooth grabbed her in his arms and kissed her deeply. He then backed her up to the kitchen table and let her robe fall to the floor so he could caress her body. Amanda unfastened his belt and then let his pants fall to the floor, after removing his two Glock .40s. She climbed on the table, turned on her back, and sucked his dick backward while playing with her clitoris. As Amanda sucked Smooth’s dick, she looked up at him as he stared into her eyes.
“Damn, ma!” he purred.
“Last time. We’re going out with a bang!” Amanda promised.
“Oh yeah?” Smooth said as he felt himself about to come to his climax.
“I feel you coming, baby, please,” Amanda purred as she stroked and sucked his dick until he exploded down her gullet.
“Damn!” Smooth shouted in ecstasy.
“This is only the beginning. Come to the room,” she said as she led Smooth to the bedroom where they had hardcore sex like never before.
* * *
Sue Rabbit and Guru pulled up to the gym on 112th to work out. They had been coming to the gym for two weeks, lifting weights and hitting the pull-up bar. When they walked in, all the regulars were there, like the previous Fridays.
“Welcome again, you two,” the manager, Mr. Body said.
Mr. Body was a muscle-bound black man in his late forties and in wonderful shape.
“We’re always on time, Mr. Body,” Sue Rabbit said as he and Guru handed him their membership cards to swipe.
When Sue looked at the workout pad, he caught the eye of a new member. She was busy doing squats and had a nice firm ass.
“Damn!” Sue Rabbit exclaimed, just as Guru looked over and became just as mesmerized.
“Who’s that, Mr. Body?” Sue Rabbit asked.
“Oh her?” Mr. Body said as he stepped around the counter. “She’s a season member.”
“So she’s been coming here?” Guru asked while making eye contact with the beautiful woman.
She stood five six and weighed 135 pounds, and she looked like she was an Italian or mixed chick.
“Looks like she needs a workout partner, Guru,” Sue Rabbit said.
“Yeah! I’ma go see if I can give her a hand,” Guru said as he strutted off toward the woman while Sue Rabbit went to push a couple reps on the bench press.
As Guru approached, the woman was doing a set of pull-ups. As she began to struggle, Guru grabbed her by her slim waist and helped her for another ten.
“Thanks!” she said breathlessly, after coming down from the bar.
“You’re welcome.”
“Landi!” She offered her hand and name to Guru, who took her delicate hand in his and shook it slowly while looking into her adorable brown eyes.
“Guru. Prince Guru, I mean.”
“Guru as in an expert and person of wisdom?” Landi asked, with her hands planted on her hips. The sweat trickling down her flawless tanned skin made her look even sexier.
“Yeah, you got it right,” Guru said proudly.
“So, I never seen you around here. Are you from Miami?” Landi asked, bending over to grab a pair of dumbbells and then beginning her reps.
“I’m from Martin County, but I’ve been down here for a few years now,” Guru said.
“Do you like Miami?”
“Do I? I’ve fallen in love with this place. I barely go visit home,” Guru explained.
“Who’s the guy you came with? Your brother?”
Damn, this bitch is asking too many questions! Guru thought.
“That’s my dawg Sue Rabbit.”
“Sue Rabbit? What kind of name is that?” Landi asked.
“A family name passed down to him from his father.”
“So tell me, Landi, what is your native that has me so confused?”
“If you had to guess, what would you say?” she questioned, dropping the dumbbells and then beginning to roll both arms forward.
“It’s hard to tell, so forgive me if I’m wrong, but I’d say you’re Italian.”
“What are you, a womanizer, Mr. Guru a.k.a. expert?” Landi said with a smile.
“Damn! I must have struck gold, huh?” Guru said, impressed with himself for hitting it on the head.
“Silver,” Landi said as she burst out laughing.
It was evident to them both that they were digging each other’s personality and that there was an attraction. Suddenly, Landi cupped her smile in her hands and began to blush.
“So, what do you do for a living?” Guru asked curiously.
Landi dropped her arms and planted them back on her hips.
“I’m a sniper for the Metro-Dade SWAT unit,” Landi replied.
Guru became speechless, not knowing if she was serious or not. So he asked Landi, who now had a smirk on her face, “You’re serious?”
“No, silly, I’m only a guard at the Metro-Dade jail,” Landi replied. “So, what is it that you do for a living?”
“I guess I’m the bad guy,” Guru said honestly.
“I love the bad guys.”
“Why?” Guru asked.
“Because they’re brave and overprotective,” she said, shooting Guru a curveball of her unfulfillment.
“In what aspect?”
“Relationships,” Landi answered.
“May I ask?”
“No!” Landi joked.
“Are you single?”
“No, I’m not single. I just told you that I work for Metro-Dade. Last I checked, we were a gang,” Landi said.
“Good one!”
“No, I’m not with anyone at the moment. Too much work and not enough time for relationships or friendships. At least that’s what my ex tells me,” Landi admitted as she grabbed her towel, wiped her face and arms, and then grabbed her water bottle. “What’s your status, handsome?” she asked as she took a sip of water.
“I’m a free agent as of now, I guess,” Guru replied.
“Do you like Italian food?”
“I’ll eat any type of food, and if it’s—” Guru paused “—never mind!”
“Maybe we could hook up some time and have dinner. I know this nice Italian restaurant on South Beach. I want to repay you for helping me out,” she said.
“All I did was spot you on a couple pull-ups.”
“That’s a lot,” Landi admitted.
“Fine,” Guru said.
For the next five minutes, Landi and Guru exchanged phone numbers and chatted about different types of workouts. Sue Rabbit was getting his swole on while Guru got his mack on with Landi.
“You got ya one there,” Sue Rabbit said to himself while watching Guru brighten up Landi’s day.
Sue Rabbit’s iPhone chimed, with Drake’s new hit “Free” as the ring tone. He saw that it w
as Cherry.
“Hello,” Sue Rabbit answered.
“Where are you?”
“I’m at the gym. What’s up?”
“I miss you. Come scoop me.”
“Give me an hour.”
“Okay, I’ll be waiting.”
* * *
Jenny walked out of her cell in a hurry when she heard her name for mail pickup being called. She and her new cellmate, Amber, were playing spades, and Jenny was winning most of the games.
“Jenny Davis! Jenny Davis! Jenny Davis!” the guard continued to call out, dropping letter after letter on the day room table.
“That gotta be China. That girl ain’t never get no mail,” an inmate said behind Jenny.
“Bitch! Whoever you are, I don’t need y’all in my business,” Jenny snapped.
“Young lady, watch your conduct!” the guard said to Jenny, who grabbed all her mail and walked away.
“Jenny Davis! More mail!” the guard called back out just as Jenny got to her cell.
She turned around and went back to receive her last piece of mail. It was a JPay receipt. When Jenny looked at the amount, her eyes began to water. China had sent $5,000 to her inmate account, along with cards, letters, and pictures.
Thank you so much! Jenny thought.
She read every letter and couldn’t stop looking at the pictures. She avoided resuming playing cards with her cellmate and started immediately responding back to China’s letters.
Dear China,
Girl—you are amazing. What would I do without you? Thank you for the pictures and letters, plus the money. Come see me like you promised. I want a kiss. Miss you!
Love always,
Jenny
6
Spencer was back at the slaughter pad with two of Juan’s pushers that he and Tic had snatched up from 34th Street. Both victims were naked and lying on a metal table, scared to death and unsure of what to expect from their abductors.
Spencer and Tic walked into the building, wearing protective bodysuits over their clothes. The two middle-aged men in their forties looked at Spencer and Tic, and shit their pants when they saw Spencer with a fillet knife in his hand. Neither of the Mexican men spoke English, and they were not only Juan’s pushers but also his M-13 gang brothers.
“My amigo!” Spencer shouted as he came closer to the first man, who was badly shaking.
Spencer laid the fillet knife down on the table and then inspected his first victim like a doctor would inspect a patient. He grabbed hold of the man’s hand and saw that he had all his fingernails cut down except his pinky finger.
“Coke, amigo?” Spencer asked while tapping the Mexican’s pinky finger. “We’ll take care of that real soon, amigo,” Spencer said as he walked down to the end of the table and inspected the Mexican’s feet.
“Bad feet, amigo!” Spencer said. “Right, Tic?”
“Them muthafuckas look like a cave man gone wild. I say we get rid of them!” Tic said, tossing Spencer a pair of needle-nose pliers.
“I think that’d be a great idea,” Spencer said as he placed the pliers near the man’s big toe, gripped the nail, and then yanked it entirely off.
“Mmmm!” the man cried out in devastating pain behind the duct tape.
“Ouch!” Tic exclaimed, before bursting out into laughter when he saw shit oozing from beneath the Mexican.
“Someone can’t hold their bowels, huh, Tic?” Spencer asked.
“He’s rotten!” Tic said, fanning the reek of pure shit.
When Spencer took a look at his second victim, he saw that he was badly sweating and trembling.
“Damn! We’re not even to you, esé, and you’re shaking like a damn fish. You’re ’bout to learn not to anticipate my plans, fucker!” Spencer screamed as he grabbed the fillet knife and walked over to the second man bound to the table.
Spencer looked the man up and down and stopped at his cock. A smirk swept across Spencer’s face. He grabbed the man’s cock, put the fillet knife to it, and stripped the skin off to the cock head.
“Mmmm!” the Mexican cried loudly behind the duct tape.
Spencer lowered his head to the Mexican’s ear and whispered, “Where do I find Juan and Mario?”
Spencer snatched the duct tape covering the man’s mouth.
“Nooo! Me no English! No English!”
“Oh, so we no English, huh? I hate when you fuckers do that!” Spencer said as he replaced the duct tape back over the man’s mouth.
“I feel bad for you, esé!” Tic said as he watched Spencer grab the pliers again.
“So you don’t know Juan, huh? No English!” Spencer said as he began yanking off the man’s toenails.
“Mmmmm!”
“I know, amigo. It hurts so badly!” Spencer mocked the man, who quickly passed out from the pain.
When Spencer saw that the man was out cold, he turned to the other captive behind him. He pulled the tape from over the man’s mouth.
“Please tell me that you know where to find Juan,” Spencer said to the man, who didn’t comprehend anything Spencer was saying.
“No English!” the man exclaimed. “Please! No English. No—”
Before he could finish begging for his life, Spencer slashed the man in the throat, instantly killing him by crushing his larynx. Spencer then reached beneath his protective suit and grabbed a buck knife from the waist of his jeans.
“One more time, amigo!” Spencer said to the now conscious Mexican behind him.
The look in the man’s eyes told Spencer that he too was ready to die for speaking no English. Spencer snatched the tape from his mouth.
“Tell me where the fuck is Juan! Your fucking boss!”
“Me no English. No compren—!”
The Mexican was dead before he could get another word out. Spencer had sliced his throat open from ear to ear.
“Tic!” Spencer called out. “Call Johnson and Miller, and have them get rid of them.”
“Yes sir, boss. Everything taken care of,” Tic replied.
* * *
“Yellow! Hey, man, we need some of that good shit!” Ham said to Banga.
“Where?”
“Over here on 5th Street in front of Jake’s store,” Ham gave his location and order in code.
“I’m on 8th Street. Give me a second. Sue’s on his way. He’s already down there. He’s busy with Stacy’s ass right now,” Banga said.
“He still fucking with Real, huh?” Ham asked, calling Stacy by her nickname.
“Yeah! Throwback pussy don’t never get old. Let me see if he’s done. I’ll get back at you cuzo,” Banga said.
“Okay, cuzo. Hit me back up,” Ham said as he disconnected the phone.
Bang was in the trap house on 8th Street getting his groove on with a beautiful Puerto Rican bitch named Quinny.
“That’s right, baby, eat that dick!” Banga said to her as she was sucking his dick while he lay back in bed and called Sue Rabbit.
Sue Rabbit’s phone rang twice before he picked it up. “What they do, Yellow?”
“I need them real soon,” Banga reminded Sue.
“I’m around the corner from you now.”
“Okay, give me a minute. When you pull up, there are two lil niggas out there named Jess and Adam. Tell them to hit up the trap on 2nd Street,” Banga instructed.
“Alright! I see them now,” Sue Rabbit said as he hung up the phone.
Banga grabbed Quinny by the back of her head and began fucking her mouth until he shot his load down her throat.
“I love you, papi!”
“You love my money, dick, and head, not me!”
“Whatever, dumbass nigga!” Quinny said, throwing a pillow in Banga’s face before she rushed to the bathroom to get ready for work.
Banga walked outside where he met up with Sue Rabbit stepping out of his Caprice Bubble with two duffel bags in his hands.
“Same as last night—twenty. Smooth said to bring the money if you come. If not, he’ll be making a
trip in two weeks to go re-up.”
“Yellow,” Banga said as he quickly took the bags inside.
He removed two kilos of cocaine after putting the rest of the kilos in a hidden safe under the kitchen sink.
Banga called Ham’s phone and got him after the first ring.
“Yo!”
“Yo my ass, nigga. Let’s get to work. Come get this shit!” Banga said as he hung up his phone.
* * *
After the close call on his life, Smooth was no longer fond of meeting and doing business with Stone out in the open. Stone and Smooth had developed a close relationship after Smooth learned how Stone had retaliated and cleaned out his truck when he got shot. Smooth could have been sitting in prison if Metro-Dade would have found the drugs and guns inside. When Stone tried to pay him the money he owed Smooth for the drugs, Smooth refused to accept it and told him that it was on the house.
“You looked out for me, man. I could be doing fed time right now,” Smooth said as he took a sip of Jamaican rum that Stone had convinced him to drink as a guest gift.
China sat intertwined with Smooth and let him drink as much as he wanted. She was doing the driving, and they were going straight home after Smooth wrapped up business with Stone.
“So, mon, tin tings on tin I need,” Stone said, informing Smooth of his much-needed supply and increased quantity.
“You want ten on top of ten?” Smooth asked Stone, who then stood up and walked to his bar to pour himself another drink.
“Exactly mon—twenty.”
“I got you, Stone. I’ll shoot you ten now and another ten in the morning. Is that okay?”
“It’s wonderful, mon!” Stone said as he briefly walked out of the room.
“Are you okay, baby?” China asked Smooth, who she knew was fucked up.
“Yeah!” Smooth replied sluggishly.
“Give me this!” she said as she reached under his T-shirt and down into his pants, removing his Glock .22 and placing it inside her Coach bag.
“We good, baby!” he said as he leaned in to kiss China.
It was a sloppy, drunk kiss, but China appreciated it.
Stone came back into the living room with two duffel bags full of money. Lately, the temptation of getting back into the game with Smooth was high for China. But she vowed never to go back to prison. Smooth was doing a great job; however, they rarely spent time together. He was either out at one of his trap houses all night until morning, or he’d be too exhausted when he got home to give China a good fuck. Or he was on the run just to be on the run.
