by Jacob Spears
“Sorry, but I’m in a hurry, and I didn’t think you heard me.”
“Come in, Smooth. You and your friend,” Amanda said as she stepped out of the way.
“Amanda, meet my second-in-command, Sue Rabbit. This is Amanda, our cook,” Smooth introduced.
The look on Amanda’s face revealed perplexity.
“What’s this? Are you sending him instead of you now?” Amanda asked, with a hint of attitude.
Smooth smiled, knowing exactly what was going through her head. He walked up to her and grabbed her in an embrace and then kissed her on her lips.
“Nah, baby, when he comes, just handle what he need done, okay?”
Amanda looked at Smooth and then at Sue Rabbit, who had just sat down on her sofa.
“Okay, Smooth. So you’re not running away?”
“Never will I run away. Real friends don’t abandon their friends, right?” Smooth asked.
“Yeah,” Amanda said.
“Sue Rabbit’s gonna drop off the next drop we need cooked up. Only him, and no one else will be coming with him.”
“Just him?”
“Only him!” Smooth reiterated.
“Well, I’ma be looking for a new place to cook at. I just got some neighbors, and they look too damn nosy,” Amanda explained.
“I have two apartments that I can let you work out of on 133rd. Pick one, and it’s yours!” Smooth offered.
“Thanks, Smooth.”
“No. Thank you, baby!” Smooth said as he and Sue left her apartment. “See you in a couple of days,” Smooth said outside the door.
“Okay,” Amanda said as she shut the door.
“Damn, she’s like a fucking model, bro. China bad too. But her! Damn, bro! You be cuffing for real,” Sue Rabbit exclaimed.
“Something like that. We stopped all sexual ties when China came home. Yeah right!”
“I saw how you were holding her, nigga. Y’all was making my dick hard!” Sue Rabbit admitted.
“Nigga! Roxy was making yo’ dick hard!” Smooth replied. “By the way, what’s up with you and her?”
“I got her number. I know she was digging the boy.”
“Yo! Hold up,” Smooth said as he got to the truck and felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
“What’s up?”
“Yo, this Mac!”
“I know. So what’s good?”
“I’ma need ten of them tonight. Will that be okay, pal?”
“Of course, bro. If you got the money, I got the product,” Smooth answered.
“Ten-four!” Mac said as he hung up.
“Bro, ya birthday’s in three days. I know we gone do it big, my nigga!” Sue Rabbit said.
“Hell yeah. If China don’t have any other plans.”
“Boy, China got yo’ ass in check. Don’t think I don’t see that shit, bro.”
“Nigga, whatever!” Smooth exclaimed, laughing.
“Okay!” Sue Rabbit said.
In all truth, what Sue Rabbit was really seeing was a totally different person than the China who Smooth had known his entire childhood.
She was his baby, and he loved her to death. But since day one after waking up in the hospital, he found himself loving a completely different China. She was more of a grown woman, with more sense to stay risk-free from anything that would hinder her freedom again.
After earlier having a quickie in his truck while on her break, China again pleaded for Smooth to leave the game alone. True enough, he had been stacking his paper and had enough at just eighteen years old to retire, but he had his niggas to think about. Further, he wouldn’t sleep well until Juan José and Mario Lopez—his enemies—were six feet deep.
8
After dropping off Sue Rabbit back at the trap, Smooth had a meeting to attend, where he was the top man in charge. When he pulled up to Spencer’s beach house on South Beach, he espied the peaceful environment and thought about seeking a beach house for him and China.
“It’s nice as hell out here, Spencer,” Smooth complim-ented as he walked through the door.
“It’s nice, isn’t it? They have a couple for lease down the road,” Spencer said.
“I swear, you and me think just alike,” Smooth replied.
“What? You already considering?”
“Hell yeah! The moment I seen yo shit!” Smooth said as he walked into the living room with Spencer and saw his second attendant.
“Tic?” Smooth asked.
“Yeah, that’s me!” Tic said as he stood up and offered his hand.
Smooth shook it and sat down on the sofa.
“So, what’s good?” Smooth asked as Spencer brought him a glass of Hennessy.
“Well,” Spencer began as he lay back in his La-Z-Boy, “these Mexicans are too damn loyal. Every one of them died with the same words.”
“What are they saying?”
“No English. Please, no English!” Spencer emphasized.
“Basically, Mr. José has put the fear of God in these men; for even in death, they refuse to give up this man,” Tic added.
Smooth killed his drink, raised up from the plush sofa, and demanded, “Well, start snatching women along with the men!”
Spencer looked at Tic, who had an impish smirk on his face. He could tell that Tic was already loving Smooth. Since his sister Rebecca’s death, Spencer and Smooth had become very close. Spencer didn’t know Sue Rabbit, but his loyalty would soon lead him to meet the second man in charge of the streets.
Smooth had seen too much cutthroat in his life to put all his eggs in the same basket. He had killers who didn’t know about the other killers. After reading an urban book written by Trayvon D. Jackson entitled Kings of Pawn, Smooth was up on the game of how every smile wasn’t a smile and how every killer was a real nigga. A nigga would play up under you. Just like your money, every Benjamin wasn’t a Benjamin. Smooth had two separate armies shedding blood in his name.
After leaving Spencer’s place, Smooth went back to his apartment. China wasn’t home yet. He showered and then got dressed in all black. He quickly slapped himself together a sloppy sandwich and then walked over to Miranda’s. After knocking on the door twice, she answered wearing only a bra and boy shorts. Smooth had almost forgotten why he had stopped by as he stood mesmerized by her sexy body.
“Back to earth! It’s not polite to stare!” Miranda said as she walked away from the door.
Smooth’s dick became hard watching her ass jiggle.
“Come on in. I’ll put on some clothes.”
“You’re alright. Why you doing that?”
“Because you have a lady, Smooth, and this is not respectful,” she replied. “Plus, we are not on that level for you to enjoy the sight of what you’re seeing right now.”
Miranda then stormed off to change.
“I respect that,” Smooth said to himself as Miranda disappeared into the back room.
When she returned, Smooth was sitting on the sofa.
“So, what’s up?” she asked.
“Miranda, do you think you could help me find a nice home?”
“Have I ever let you down?”
“Nah, and I appreciate that. You’ve been a real friend and female mentor to me. I just don’t know how to repay you,” Smooth admitted.
“You’ve already repaid me, Smooth, with real friendship. I just want to tell you something. You have a good woman. She’s not the woman I seen leave here years ago.”
“You see it too, huh?”
“Of course I do. It’s called growing up, Smooth. Now you have to grow up with her before you lose her.”
“China will never leave me,” Smooth told her.
“Stop being naive, Smooth, and open your eyes!”
What the fuck does that mean! he wondered.
Miranda was aware of the suspicious girl coming around a lot, and even caught China and her kissing one night in the parking lot.
“Why do you say I need to open my eyes?” Smooth asked.
Miranda
stood up and walked to the bar. She fixed both of them a glass of Remy and Coke.
“Smooth, the other night as well as last night, China’s girlfriend . . . !”
“Girlfriend? Man, China don’t have no girlfriend!” Smooth cut in.
Miranda sucked her teeth, grabbed her iPhone, and pulled up pictures she had taken of China and Tracy making out in the parking lot. “Look for yourself!” she said as she tossed her phone over to him.
When Smooth looked at the pictures, his heart dropped when he saw China kissing another woman, who he didn’t know from Eve. “Who is she?”
“You’ll have to hire a private investigator for that. I do real estate, sir,” Miranda said sarcastically. “But like I said, you have to get a grip on yourself and not give her a reason to leave, Smooth.”
“That’s why I like you, Miranda. You keep it too real.”
“And I want you to keep it real too. Please don’t blow up and expose me, because I don’t want no trouble,” Miranda said.
“I got you,” Smooth replied as he stood up to leave.
“Just find me a nice home, and see if you can find me some more apartments,” Smooth requested as he walked toward the front door.
“I will get in touch with you tomorrow, Smooth.”
“Call me, Miranda. Oh, and one more thing before I go.”
“You want me to watch Zorro,” Miranda answered before he could ask the question.
“Yeah! I’m going out of town in the morning, and I’m taking China.”
“I will watch him, honey. Just knock on the door,” Miranda said.
“Okay,” Smooth replied as he walked back to his apartment.
I can’t believe China is hiding her lil boo thing from me. That’s crazy. I’ma see how long it takes her to inform me. Shit, she doing her! I ain’t a man if I don’t do my shit, Smooth thought as he looked at the time. It was 5:45 p.m.
China will get off work at 6:00 p.m., and I’ma be in some pussy, Smooth thought as he pulled out his phone and called a woman that he just couldn’t get enough of.
“Hello!”
“I’m on my way. When you open that door up, I don’t want to see no clothes on!”
“Boy, stop playing!” Amanda said.
“I’m dead serious,” Smooth responded before he hung up.
When Smooth got back home, Zorro began following him around and crying. Smooth then watched as his dog ate yet continued to cry. Smooth knew why. Zorro wanted to go out for a walk.
“I don’t have time right now. I gotta go handle something, buddy!” Smooth said to Zorro.
It wasn’t long before Smooth showed up at Amanda’s place. Just like he requested, she answered the door wearing nothing but a smile.
“Damn, baby! You just too beautiful,” he said as he walked inside, taking Amanda into his arms and kissing her.
He closed the door with his foot and pulled her to the plush carpet. He sucked on her tits and caressed them passionately.
“Uhhh, baby!” Amanda purred, pulling Smooth’s shirt and vest over his head, knocking off his hat.
For the first time, she felt part of his missing ear when she caressed his head, which made her shed a tear. She pulled him down and gently kissed him on the remainder of his ear.
“Baby, you are doing something to me. I could play number two real good. I don’t want to steal her spot if it’s not for me, but please let me be number two,” Amanda begged.
“I will, baby. Now give me this pussy!” Smooth said as he took off his pants.
Amanda then spread her legs and let Smooth enter her world deeply.
“Yes, daddy!” Amanda purred, arching her back. “Beat this pussy!” she demanded, which is exactly what Smooth did.
9
“Jenny Davis! You have a visit!” the female guard announced over the PA system.
Jenny couldn’t believe her ears, and neither could others in the day room.
“Girl, you done finally got you a visit!” Jenny’s homegirl Carlisha said.
Carlisha backed Jenny in every altercation. She was from Tallahassee and called herself “Savage.”
“Yeah, it’s surprising. Do you think it’s China?” Jenny asked as they walked to her cell.
“It could be. You won’t know until you get up there, girl. Make sure you take some pictures,” Carlisha suggested.
“I will.”
As Jenny pulled off her clothes in a hurry, Carlisha stood at the door and watched her, admiring Jenny’s sexy body. When Jenny turned around, she caught Carlisha gawking at her body.
“What?” Jenny said shyly and blushing.
“You’re fine as hell, woman!”
“You are too. The good thing is, you’re mine, right?” Jenny asked, putting on her visitation clothes.
“Of course.”
“Well, then be here when I get back tonight. I want that good-ass head you got,” Jenny said as she walked passed her.
Carlisha didn’t have to be asked to watch over Jenny’s cell.
Since China had been dropping her money every two months, Jenny could pay for anything she wanted. Her respect level increased dramatically. Anyone who got on her shit list was called out to the cell and beat down by her goon, Carlisha.
When Jenny stepped into the visitation room, she immediately saw China. China stood up, hugged her, and gave her a quick kiss.
“Girl, you’re getting thick as a snicker.”
“Shit! You’re the cause of it!”
“How much your ass weigh?” China asked, loving the new booty, hips, and thighs on Jenny.
China’s pussy was getting wet just imagining how Jenny would taste when she came home.
“I fucking miss you, girl,” Jenny said.
“And I miss you more.”
“Do you miss me or the taste of this phat pussy?” Jenny asked.
“Both!” China fired back.
China then slid Jenny a hot eighteen-wheeler, a cold Coke, and a bag of chips.
“I know you have a locker full of bullshit, but I still wanted to grab you something,” China said.
“Thank you, China.”
“Welcome, honey.”
“So, how are you and Smooth getting along?”
“I guess we’re okay.”
“What do you mean by that? I thought you were ready to see him?”
“It’s not the same, and I don’t know if it’s me or him. I mean—” China stopped, raising her arms in the air “—I love him, but I feel that his street life and love for his homeboys is too much, Jenny.” After a moment, she continued, “Then I met this girl at my job named Tracy!”
A surprised expression appeared on Jenny’s face.
“Don’t look like that. She’s gone when you come home,” China lied.
“She better be!” Jenny said, giving China a serious look.
“But like I was saying, Tracy and me have been kicking it. By the way, she’s the one taking the pictures. But, yeah, I feel that Smooth is also still seeing his bitches.”
“Really? That’s so fucked up! What makes you think that?” Jenny asked.
“The other night he was so damn drunk, and he called me another bitch’s name.”
“And you didn’t do shit?” Jenny inquired as she took a sip of her soda and bite of the sandwich.
“The bitch’s name he called out was his cook girl, so I didn’t blow up in speculation,” China explained.
“China, don’t set yourself up to get hurt. I know that Smooth is all you know. But there are some good men.”
“I don’t want another man, Jenny. If I do leave Smooth, it won’t be for a man!” China said with emotion cracking in her voice, which Jenny espied.
Jenny quickly dropped her sandwich and reached for China’s hand. “Baby, what are you saying?”
“I’m saying that my interest in men is not there at the moment,” China admitted as she turned her head away, right as a tear fell. “He’s all I know, Jenny. I just want him to get out of the game before
he gets himself killed,” she cried.
Hearing China’s confession of not having any interest in men wasn’t surprising. Jenny knew the percentage of women who got released from prison and lost interest in men.
She was a victim herself. Before she allowed China to turn her out, Jenny’s heart was on her childhood boyfriend. The more China sexed her, the more eradicated her love became for her boyfriend back home. Jenny bridled her excitement of hearing China’s confession. She had China, and she would prove to her that she was the only person she needed.
“Baby, just a couple more years. Just wait on me, and I promise we will get married and it will all be about us,” Jenny told China, who shook her head up and down.
“Okay,” China said softly. “Let’s take a picture. I have to run shortly. He’s in the car waiting on me,” China explained.
“So when will you tell him about Tracy?” Jenny inquired as they walked hand in hand toward the camera girl.
“Oh his birthday. We’re planning a threesome.”
“You and Tracy and Smooth?”
“Yeah!”
“Wow!” Jenny said, surprised.
* * *
“Yes! Ummm! Fuck me, papi!” Tracy screamed out in ecstasy as Juan fucked her hard in her asshole.
Tracy was on all fours, gripping the silk sheets on her bed, with her head buried partially in her pillow. They both were sweaty and inebriated from the Remy Martin and Coke.
“Good ass, mama!” Juan complimented her as he slowed his pace to hang in a while longer.
When Tracy called Juan’s phone, he was shocked to hear from her. After their decision to separate, Juan and she had said nothing to each other for almost a year.
“You like papi’s dick?” he asked as he sped up his penetration, trying to explode intensively.
“Yes! I like papi’s dick!”
Damn, Juan. Hurry the fuck up! This shit is hurting now! Tracy thought as the pleasure began to turn to pain.
“Arrghhh!” Juan exploded inside her ass.
“Thank you, Jesus!”
“What? Keep Jesus out of this, mama!” Juan stated as he watched her hop up from the bed and rush to the bathroom to get rid of his seed in her ass. “Mama’s ass still good,” he said as he collapsed on the bed.
