Childhood Sweethearts PT 4

by Jacob Spears

  “How are you? Damn! It smells good in here!”

  “That’s China and GaGa,” Smooth informed her.

  “GaGa’s here?” Tracy said excitedly as she quickly walked into the kitchen and hugged the two women.

  Damn! One big happy family! Smooth thought.

  Together the threesome ate dinner and chatted over wine until GaGa left to go home.

  After they cleaned up, the trio moved to the bedroom.

  “That’s a good meal y’all put together,” Smooth said to China, who was in bed straddling him while Tracy lay next to them.

  “I’m full, but I still got it in me to make you happy, daddy. Ain’t that right, Tracy?”

  “Yes, baby. We could make daddy happy,” Tracy replied as she began planting soft kisses from Smooth’s chest to his cock, which was already bulging through his Polo briefs.

  Tracy pulled out his cock and stuck it in her mouth.

  “Mmmm!” she moaned as she slowly and deeply sucked his dick.

  China straddled Smooth and kissed him passionately. She then climbed off him and positioned herself behind Tracy, who put her ass up in the air while she continued to suck Smooth’s dick. China spread Tracy’s ass cheeks and stuck her tongue inside, causing Tracy to let out a soft moan.

  China badly wanted to put on a strap-on, but that was something that only she and Tracy did together. China ate Tracy’s pussy from the back until she came to an electrifying orgasm. China wanted to feel Smooth inside her, so she pushed Tracy up to Smooth’s face, which she straddled while he ate her pussy. China then got in a reverse cowgirl position and slid down onto Smooth’s hard cock.

  “Yes, daddy!” China purred as she began to ride him slowly.

  * * *

  Two of Smooth’s soldiers had pulled up to McDonald’s and seen the three M-13 Mexicans inside standing in line.

  “Bro! Fuck it! We ought to hit up their ass now. Shit! If

  it was us, they’d done squeezed, my nigga!” said Smoky, a sixteen-year-old straight hothead.

  His homeboy Killa was eighteen years old and was the smart one. However, most times, he was influenced easily by Smoky.

  “Well, we’ll wait until they come out, bro, and light up their asses!” Killa suggested.

  “Yeah!” Smoky said, racking his AK-47.

  It was five minutes later when the M-13s started to make their exit.

  “Let’s run this shit!”

  “Po-po!” Killa screamed, trying to stop Smoky, who had already hopped out of the Chevy that Killa was driving.

  Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!

  “Police!” Killa screamed, but he couldn’t get Smoky’s attention.

  Smoky hit all three of the Mexicans, but he never saw the unmarked Yukon SUV until the lights came on.

  “Freeze! Put down your weapon!”

  Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!

  Before the detective could fire, Killa backed himself and Smoky into cover. Smoky was then able to jump back inside the Chevy while the detectives fired at the car as Killa backed out.

  Boc! Boc! Boc! Boc!

  Killa was fortunate that he was in a good angle to avoid the bullets coming through the Chevy’s doors and window; however, Smoky was not. He was hit in his neck and chest, and trying to hold on to what was left of life.

  “Fuck, man! I told you police, my nigga!” Killa screamed as he gave chase.

  The detectives hopped behind him and had backup coming from all angles.

  “Damn it!” Killa exclaimed when he looked over at Smoky and saw the stagnant stare in his eyes.

  Smoky was dead, and now Killa was alone taking Metro-Dade on a wild chase.

  “I can’t go back to jail, my nigga! Why you got to be such a hothead, Smoky?”

  Smack!

  Killa slapped a dead Smoky as he artistically navigated the Chevy. But dozens of Metro-Dade police were chasing him at ninety miles per hour. He turned on 169th, making a sharp right, and fled through road spikes.

  “Damn!” Killa exclaimed as the tires went flat and sparks went wild.

  A helicopter came and flooded the darkness with its spotlight.

  “Fuck, Smoky. Why?” Killa asked a dead Smoky, who was laid out in the passenger seat. Killa turned right on 173rd and quickly hopped out on his feet and ran for it.

  Boc! Boc! Boc! Boc! Boc!

  Metro-Dade wasn’t taking any chances. They gunned down Killa, filling his body with a storm of bullets. He was dead before he hit the ground.

  13

  Miranda had called Smooth and informed him of the nice baby mansion she had in Miami Gardens. He and China wasted no time getting over to see the beautiful home.

  “This place is marvelous!” China exclaimed excitedly while adoring the master bedroom. “This place is beautiful, baby. It’s so big!” China gushed as she walked further into the room that had a view of the city.

  The mansion was a five-bedroom palace that sat on 7,390 square feet. It had its own wine room and a unique swimming pool. Miranda gave them a tour of the entire house, both upstairs and downstairs.

  She just knew that Smooth would buy the house and that he would love it. She was hoping to catch Smooth by himself, but he had brought China along. As Miranda watched China melt, she felt jealousy creeping into her mind. She once wanted Smooth for herself, but he had chosen to stay with China.

  “So, Miranda, how much is the owner wanting?” Smooth asked.

  “The owner is asking $2.3 million.”

  “What? $2.3 million? Smooth, no way will this be a straight target!” China said.

  “China, let me handle this, okay?”

  “Whatever!” China said, catching his attitude.

  His mind to buy the home was already made up the moment he had seen China’s acceptance when she walked through the door. Smooth ignored her attitude and then turned back to Miranda.

  “How much lower can you get it?”

  “Smooth, the original price was,” Miranda began as she opened the folder and flipped through a couple pages, “$3.8 million. Being that they want a fast sale of the house, the agency dropped it to 2.3,” Miranda explained.

  “Damn! So there’s no way around the 2.3, huh?”

  Yeah! Some dick! Miranda wanted to say. “If there is, I’ll have to check with my superiors,” she said instead.

  Smooth thought for a moment. He had $2.3 million put up, and he really wanted to get the house for him, China, and Tracy. China insisted that they would be targets, but Smooth didn’t give two shits about the police.

  “Give me two days, and I’ll have the $2.3 million for you, Miranda. Just don’t let no one buy the house before I get the money to you,” he told her.

  “Okay, the house is on hold,” Miranda replied and then wrote a side note in the folder.

  The ill look on China’s face revealed her disappoint-ment. As they were heading back to the car, Smooth’s iPhone chimed with Yo Gotti’s ring tone.

  “Hello?” he answered.

  “Hey, mon, me need to see you, mon!” Stone said.

  “What’s good?”

  “Me need twenty.”

  “I got you. I’ma stop by later tonight. Is that good?” Smooth asked.

  “Yeah, mon! See you tonight, mon,” Stone replied before hanging up.

  Damn! I need to hit Amanda up and get some shit cooked up, Smooth thought as he got inside his truck with an uptight China.

  “What the fuck is yo problem? You were just all gleeful, and all of a sudden, you acting like a damn sour ball?” Smooth asked China, who simply stared out the window.

  “You think you have everything figured out, Smooth!” China exploded.

  “And what do you mean by that?”

  “Why would you come out of your pockets with $2.3 million for a house? What job do you have to account for the money, huh? What career do you have, Smooth? Come on, man. Be smart!” China shouted angrily.

  What she was saying was some real shit, but Smooth wasn’t trying to hear that.

>   “China, listen. Do you think I give a fuck about the police, huh?” Smooth yelled.

  “Oh, so you don’t care about hurting the people you love?” she asked.

  “I didn’t say that. Don’t be putting words in my mouth.”

  “So what are you saying, Smooth?” China asked, staring daggers at him as he drove through traffic.

  “What I’m saying is I’m not worried.”

  “Fuck you, Smooth! Do what the fuck you want to do! If you want to be out here risking your fucking freedom when you have niggas to do it, then be a hard-ass who has everything figured out!” she told him before turning up the volume on the radio.

  Smooth let China have the battle he was having with her, but she would never understand the love and loyalty he had for the empire he had built. Sue Rabbit and Guru could handle things by themselves, but he wouldn’t leave them on the front line by themselves. Smooth loved China to death, and he understood her worry for him, but he was always watching out before he stepped outside. He also always checked his rear-view mirror for Juan José and Mario Lopez.

  I’ve come too far escaping death to let these Mexicans lay me down. I refuse to hide like a little bitch! Smooth thought.

  * * *

  Roxy took the day off from the restaurant and let her assistant manager, Nicole, keep things running. She was spending time with Sue Rabbit, who she had become close with, and she loved the affection with which he showered her. On the other hand, Sue had been turning down his sideline bitches and dedicating all his time to her.

  “Sitting on the beach having a picnic while bathing in the sun, Sue Rabbit caressed Roxy’s thighs as she straddled him. She wore a sun hat and sunglasses. Although she had shades covering her eyes, Sue Rabbit could still see the passion she had for him.

  “Trayvon?” Roxy called Sue Rabbit by his first name, a name she loved calling him more so than his street name.

  “What’s up, beautiful?” Sue Rabbit answered.

  “Where do you see this going with us?”

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  “Why?” Roxy replied.

  “Because, sometimes it’s good to let love be love.”

  “Is that what you call this?” Roxy asked.

  With his hands behind his head while Roxy caressed his eight-pack, Sue Rabbit propped up on his elbows, removed her shades, and looked deep into her eyes.

  “I call this two people who want the same thing and who have found a steady heartbeat. Roxy, I’ma be real with you. It’s no secret that I’m out here in these streets. It’s not forever. I have my limits. I used to associate with other women, but since being with you, it’s ceased. Baby, it’s only ceased because I have what I want in my life.”

  “And what is that, Trayvon?”

  “You are beautiful! All of you,” Sue said to Roxy, causing her smile with joy, fulfilled on the inside.

  She leaned over and kissed Sue passionately, not caring who was looking.

  “Just don’t hurt me, Trayvon. I’m a real woman who will be your backbone through whatever. But the moment you hurt me, you think China could be a bitch sometimes. I’m her big sister, so guess where she gets it from?” Roxy explained.

  “Let’s see if you can back up what you’re saying in the room,” he said.

  “Okay,” Roxy replied as she stood up and bent over to grab the picnic basket.

  Sue stared at her ass and pussy bulging through her bikini.

  “Damn!” Sue Rabbit exclaimed loud enough for Roxy to hear the lust in his voice.

  Roxy turned around and caught Sue Rabbit checking her out. She knew she had a nice body, and that she had Sue Rabbit’s head all fucked up.

  “Come on, Trayvon. Before I change my mind.”

  “I’ll still wait on you to change your mind again, baby,” Sue said as he stood up and grabbed a handful of Roxy’s ass.

  Back at the room, Sue Rabbit made love to Roxy like she was the last woman on the face of the earth. It had been a long time since Roxy had not been treated with the same affection that she got from Sue. She just knew that she had found the man of her dreams. He was different from every man she had been with, and especially different from the other men in Miami.

  * * *

  Mall had made his cousin Choppa his sergeant and right-hand man. They were holding down the block and being careful to avoid the feds, who were riding through the hoods boldly trying to find weak links. Mall and Choppa were tired of the feds snooping.

  “Man, that cracker just gonna sit there all day, bro? We ain’t gonna be able to make no money,” Choppa said to Mall.

  Every crackhead driving through 112th saw the feds and kept driving. They didn’t want to risk stopping and buying drugs. Mall was the lieutenant and knew that it would look bad if he didn’t put a handle on the situation. They were losing money by letting the feds stick around. Mall looked at his Rolex and saw that it was 5:45 p.m. In another fifteen minutes, the sun would be going down.

  “Let’s wait until the sun goes down,” Mall told Choppa.

  “You serious?”

  “Since when I ever tell you something that I don’t do?” Mall replied as he walked away toward the trap house.

  When Mall went inside the trap house, he called Sue Rabbit on his phone.

  “Hello.”

  “Yo, bro, this Mall.”

  “What’s good, Mall?” Sue Rabbit asked, still in bed with Roxy at their hotel.

  “We have problems on 112th, bro.”

  “Talk to me,” Sue prodded.

  “Feds been on the block all day, and money being passed up. Too many are scared to even stop and get served.”

  “What, they just sitting there plain as day?”

  “Exactly,” Mall replied.

  “Damn! How much money have you made today?”

  “None, other than the neighborhood,” Mall informed Sue Rabbit.

  “So what’s on your mind, Mall. Are you wanting to shut down shop?”

  “If we shut down shop, we’re only preparing ourselves to see it tomorrow. I want to handle this one, Sue Rabbit,” Mall expressed.

  Sue knew exactly what Mall meant by handling this one, and he thought about the potential heat that might follow.

  Fuck it! Shit! One fall and they’ll back out and not sit on a nigga’s block fucking up money. It’s a war on drugs, and they are the enemies too! Sue Rabbit thought.

  “Be careful, soldier. And make sure you get ’em!” Sue Rabbit gave Mall the green light.

  “I will, bro,” Mall said as he hung up.

  * * *

  After dropping off China, Smooth then picked up Amanda in his Range Rover to take her to the new trap where she’d cook up the product. Monica was playing on the radio, and Amanda could tell that something was bothering Smooth. She reached out and turned down the radio volume.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Smooth looked at Amanda and then back at the road.

  “Why do you feel like something is wrong?”

  “Because I know you more than you think I do.”

  Smooth sighed and then spoke.

  “The woman I try so hard to please is always trying to make me retire from the game. I got too much shit I’ve built to let go and leave my niggas alone,” Smooth explained.

  Amanda unfastened her seat belt and slid over near Smooth. She kissed him on his cheek and then whispered in his ear.

  “When number one fails, number two will carry you.”

  Smooth looked over at Amanda and then pecked her on her lips.

  “I hear you,” he said.

  As much as he didn’t want to fuck other women behind China’s back, the temptation was too great for Smooth.

  And Amanda is too damn beautiful, Smooth thought.

  “You miss me?” Smooth said to Amanda, who was massaging the back of his neck.

  “Yes, I miss you, Smooth,” she said as he was pulling inside the apartment complex.

  “Let’s get inside,” Smooth said as he ki
lled the engine.

  “Okay.”

  “I want to see how much you really miss me, baby,” Smooth said as he kissed Amanda on her sexy lips.

  Together they stepped out of the Range Rover and walked inside the apartment, both unaware of the eyes watching them from another apartment.

  * * *

  “Choppa, I want you and Money to take them from the left side. Just position yourself in Ms. Pearl’s yard and wait until you hear the first round, bro,” Mall told his sergeant.

  “I got you, bro!” Choppa replied.

  “Y’all niggas ready for this shit?”

  “Born ready,” Money said.

  “Well, let’s get this shit done, so we can get back to getting this money, my niggas!”

  Mall waited until Choppa and Money walked over to the next block and then came back to 112th through backyards, until they were in Ms. Pearl’s yard.

  Mall waited until the crackhead walked up to the feds’ unmarked car to do the task he was paid to do.

  “Hey, police, we need your help. There’s a kid dying on the sidewalk. He just got stabbed, man. Don’t let the kid die!” the crackhead told the two federal agents, who were hesitant to let down their window.

  The muscular FBI agent who was driving rolled down the window.

  “What’s the problem, old man? Are you high or drunk?”

  “Man, I’m telling you, a kid is dying behind that building over there,” the crackhead pointed. “Please help him. He’s my nephew.”

  “Let’s go check this out, Thomas,” the agent told his partner.

  “2052 respond to 112th,” the agent said into the radio.

  Just as the agent took two steps out of the sedan, a bullet exploded his head and dropped him to his death. His partner immediately hid for cover on the passenger side, looking for the shooter. Before he could radio that an officer was down, Choppa pulled the trigger to his AK-15 and took out Agent Thomas from behind in Ms. Pearl’s yard.

  “I bet that’ll keep y’all out of the hood,” Mall said as he ran back inside the trap house.

  Choppa ran up to the crackhead and shot him twice in the head.