by Deja King
"Breaking out of Clinton Correctional Facility. That ain't no low-level prison. They pretty tight with security, so how in the fuck did you pull it off?"
Mike stopped in the middle of spreading Miracle Whip on a sandwich he was making and glanced up at me with a devilish smirk. "I don't know if I really need to be discussing that with you."
"Back to that again. Like I said before, who the fuck can I tell?" I said, discreetly scanning the room to see if I could spot a phone anyplace, but no luck. Besides the knife Mike was holding to spread his dressing, I didn't see any useable objects that could stand in as a weapon.
"True, but some things are best left not being discussed."
"Come on, Mike, stop being so secretive and share the inside scoop," I smiled, trying to soften him up.
"Real talk, it wasn't that complicated."
"Okay, so spill."
"When Maya was setting this shit in motion she brought Devon on board. She showed him a picture of me, and Devon said this dude he used to run with could damn near pass for my twin. Of course I didn't believe that shit and neither did Maya."
"I bet yah did when you got a look at that nigga. Because when I laid eyes on the dude, I was a believer."
"Fo real! Yo, when Maya showed me his pic all I could do was say `Damn!'. Luckily he was down for the switch too for the right price."
"He was willing to do the whole bid for you? I can't imagine no price being right for that."
"Nah, he wasn't supposed to be in there that long. Just enough time for me to get the fuck out the country, but of course you fucked that shit up when you came to the prison and busted him."
"Don't even go there. Let's get back to your story. You say dude wasn't supposed to be there that long. How was yah gonna get him out?"
"Now you know I had inside help. How else do you think I was able to pull the shit off in the first place? Big time dealer I used to do business with had a brother that was a security guard at the prison. When the imposter came to see me for a visit he was dressed incognito. The guard let him go to the bathroom first and I went in after. He tossed me his street clothes in exchange for my prison attire. After that, there was no looking back."
"That shit sound simple as hell."
"Shit is simple when you got money and know motherfuckers in the right places. It's too bad that you busted dude, because when the security guard got word, he was supposed to get homeboy the fuck outta there. Now that nigga stuck doing his own bid behind the shit."
"Why you looking at me like I'm the cause of that shit? Didn't nobody tell yah to orchestrate a prison break. I was tryna get my daughter back, that's all."
"I know, but still..."
"Still nothing. Shit, when you got the fuck out of that prison, I doubt you was bit more thinking about when and if that imposter was going to get caught or when he would be freed."
"You right. When I tasted freedom, I said they would have to kill me before I ever got caged up like an animal again."
"I bet you did." Right when I was about to throw some more questions Mike's way I heard the doorbell.
"He can't be here this early," Mike said, looking down at his watch.
"Who can't be here?"
"The money man I'm closing out my dealings with. Listen, I need you to go back to the bedroom. You can come back out when I'm done."
"I can stay in here. You don't have to worry about me blowing up your spot."
"I ain't worried about that. This is my man. We've made a lot of paper together. He wouldn't turn on me no matter what you said to him."
"So then why can't I stay right where I'm at?"
"Because I'm handling business and don't need no interruptions. So would you go back to your room, please?"
The doorbell started ringing again and Mike was rushing me off. I headed to the bedroom knowing damn well that I would be listening my ass off.
I closed the door shut extra loud so Mike would think I was safely stashed in the bedroom. I tried to peep around the hallway corner to get a look at the man as he walked towards the living room with Mike, but all I could see was his shoes-a slick pair of smoke gray Gucci loafers.
"Quentin, my man! I appreciate you coming all the way from New York to bring me this paper."
"Not a problem. I needed a change of scenery anyway. All work and no play is never any good, especially for a player."
"And no doubt you are definitely a player." The two men both gave a slight laugh. "Can I get you a drink or anything?" Mike offered.
"Just a glass of water for me. I have some more business to handle with a new connect named Genesis when I leave here, so I want to keep a clear mind."
"Always on your job, Quentin."
"Got to. How else do you think I continue to be the boss of these streets for over twenty years?"
"I feel you, man. When I grow up I want to be just like Quentin Jacobs."
"You on your way."
"Nah, this is it for me. I'm officially out the game. I got the cash I need, and now it's time for me to get the hell outta LA-shit, make that the US."
"I hate shit got to end like this for you. Not able to show your face, on the run, that ain't no kinda life."
"It's better than being locked up in a prison wit' some punk ass guards telling me what the fuck to do twentyfour-seven. It may not be the freedom I want, but it's damn sure the freedom I need to get by day after day. Now with all this loot, I'm good."
"What is Maya going to do now? Who is going to look after her?"
"Maya is a survivor, she'll be fine."
"She's a young girl. I know she needs help."
"You always concerned about Maya and you ain't neva met her but what, twice? Let me find out you gotta thing for my sister. You know I have much respect for you, Quentin, but you a little too old to be sniffing after Maya." Both men laughed in unison again.
"It's nothing like that. I remember you mentioning that she wasn't close to her mother and you were the only family she had. Now that you'll be gone, I know things might be somewhat difficult for her. I was offering my help if she needs it."
"That's good lookin' out, and it means a lot to me."
This Quentin character had me curious. I wanted to get a close-up on this man who seemed to be a crooked nigga with a heart of gold. I mean why else would he give a fuck about Maya's reckless ass. I knew Mike would be pissed the fuck off, but I had to match a face with the deep baritone smooth voice. I tip-toed closer to the male voices coming from the living room and not making my presence felt until I walked right up on them.
"Mike, sorry to bother you but I need to use the restroom." Mike and Quentin both stared in my direction.
"Then go. You know where the bathroom is," Mike said, with annoyance in his voice.
"I just wanted you to know that's where I would be in case you came looking for me."
"Thanks," Mike replied, turning his face back towards Quentin.
"Do I know you?" Quentin asked, brushing past Mike and coming towards me. He reached out his arm and we shook hands. He was ridiculously handsome, especially for a man with some age on him. He appeared to be a well preserved, in the upper 40ish age range. If you went by his wheat brown chiseled face and tall lean body, he could've easily passed for mid-thirties, but he maintained an old school aura with a sophisticated flare that only age and living could bring you.
"No, you don't."
"You look awfully familiar. What's your name?"
"Precious Mills."
"Mills ...I don't know any Mills."
"Like I said, you don't know me. Well, I need to go to the bathroom. Excuse me," I said, breaking free from the strong grasp he had on my hand.
"She reminds me of a woman I used to know a long time ago," I heard Quentin say as I walked down the hallway towards the bathroom.
When I got to the bathroom, I closed the door and turned on the sink faucet. I sat down on a chair pushed against the wall, getting my aggravation under control. I had so many emotions running ar
ound inside. I didn't know if it was Mike or Quentin that had me infuriated, or maybe both. But it had to be Quentin. I had already been through the I HateMike phase twenty million times. What about Quentin had gotten so under my skin? He hadn't been rude to me, in fact he was no doubt a charismatic cat. But when he shook my hand, the vibe was off. Maybe I was pissed that he was concerned about Maya, but then it wasn't like he knew that trifling heifer was doing her best to steal my life, the life I busted my ass to get. It was something else, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Precious, you can come out the bathroom now," Mike said through the door.
"I'll be out in a minute."
"No, come out now, and I hope you ain't up to nothing stupid."
"Oh please! Ain't nobody hatching shit up," I said, turning off the water. Shit, I learned my lesson from my first attempt at freedom. Unless I had a gun or a big fuckin' knife, my odds of overpowering Mike were nil. I opened the door and there was Mike standing in front with his own gun in hand.
"We back to that again?" I questioned, looking down at his weapon and then rolling my eyes.
"I couldn't take any chances."
"Mike, please. You can put the gun away. You promised that you would get my daughter for me, so I'm not gonna do nothing to fuck that up."
"Then why did you come out the room and interrupt my business meeting?"
"It didn't sound like no meeting to me. Ya sounded more like old friends."
"That's not the point. I told you to stay in the bedroom until I was done."
"I had to use the bathroom. What was I supposed to do, wet my pants?"
"Whatever! Your mother must've never taught you that a hard head make for a soft ass."
"Nah, I didn't have those types of conversations with my moms. But seriously, Mike, you can put that gun away. It ain't called for."
"Cool, but stop being difficult. You had been playing your position with ease, then the minute company show up you wanna show your ass."
"Speaking of company, how you know that Quentin dude? He seem a bit old to be a lil' nigga you was kicking it with on the playground."
"Funny, but he was the man that put me on."
"Put you on in the drug game?"
"Yeah."
"How did that happen?" I questioned, following Mike back into the kitchen.
"Damn, that was so many years ago, I couldn't have been no more than fourteen or fifteen years old. My moms had just had Maya and we were struggling. With no man around I had to step up to the plate and put some food on the table."
"What about Maya's father? Where was he ate"
"I told you, my moms never told me who Maya's father was. But I knew it wasn't my dad because he had been out the picture long before Maya was even conceived."
"True. So how did you meet Quentin?"
"Everybody on the streets of New York had heard of Quentin Jacobs. This was the first man we knew of that was not only moving major drugs, but pimping women too. We all worshipped that nigga. So one day when I was standing on the corner in front of the bodega with my dudes, Quentin pulled up in a spankin' new Benz. He rolled down his window and signaled for me to come over. For a minute I didn't move because I couldn't believe he was asking for me. Then he called out my name and I leaped to the car. You didn't keep a nigga like Quentin Jacobs waiting."
"How did he know your name?"
"I wanted to know the same shit but felt it best not to question him. Me and my nigga was always in some bullshit around the way and I figured he heard about us being on some menace to society type shit."
"I can see that."
"But, umm, like he had heard my prayers. When I got to his car, Quentin offered me a chance to work for him. He started me off on some low level gofer type shit, but I followed his directions meticulously without ever fucking up, and soon my pockets stayed thick. After that my mother and Maya never had to worry about food, clothes or shelter again. I became the man of the house and shit was straight all thanks to Quentin Jacobs."
"That's some story. Quentin was the family savior."
"No doubt, and he still the savior now. Even when I got locked up he was helping me make moves from behind bars. He made arrangements for me to be able to stay in this house. Now he came through with this money I need and I'm straight."
"Shit, everybody needs a friend like Quentin."
"We more than friends. Quentin said I was always like a son to him and he definitely became like the father that was never there for me."
"He don't have no kids of his own?"
"He is married and he does have kids with his wife, but he don't really talk about them. He keeps them shielded, out the life. As long as I've known Quentin, I've never been to his house or met his family."
"Wow, talk about keeping shit on the low."
"Yeah, that's probably why he's been able to stay on top of the game for all these years. Can't nobody fuck wit' you if they don't know how to get to you. But enough talk about Quentin. Let's eat."
I watched as Mike put some plates and silverware on the table, and although I was hungry my mind remained fixated on Quentin. Something about him was intriguing and it just wasn't because he was a boss man.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were on a plane to New York."
"I missed the flight," I lied as I stood in Supreme's bedroom doorway.
"What time is it?" Supreme eyed the clock and I noticed the half empty bottle of liquor on his nightstand.
"I hope you don't mind that I came back here, but I had nowhere else to go," I said, moving slowly towards his bed.
"Why are your clothes wet?"
"It's pouring down rain outside."
Supreme stared up at the skylights and saw the rain splashing against the glass. "You're right, I'ma little out of it."
"That's okay, you've had a rough day."
"You mean a few rough days."
"Yeah, but it'll get better," I said, stroking my fingers on the back of his head.
"You should go change and get out of those wet clothes before you get sick."
"Supreme, you're always so concerned about everybody else. I don't know how Precious could've ever left you. But you're right, I do need to get out of these clothes. I peeled out of my ultra teal, off-the-shoulder jersey dress, and let it drop to the floor. I stood in front of Supreme with only my cream lace thong and three-inch jeweled thong sandals.
"Maya, what are you doing?"
"I think it's pretty obvious," I said slipping, off my panties. "It's okay to want me because I want you too." I lifted the blanket from Supreme and his fine ass was already naked. That nigga had sculpted muscles from his shoulders down, but the most important muscle was sticking straight up hard as hell, ready to fill up my wet pussy.
"Maya, we can't do this! It ain't right!"
"You let me worry about what is right," I said, wrapping my other lips around his solid long, thick tool. I stroked my tongue up, down and around his dick before focusing my tongue action on the tip of the head.
"Damn, Maya!" Supreme moaned, leaning his head back.
"I know you want this pussy," I purred, knowing he hadn't fucked since Precious disappeared. I knew he was horny as hell and I was taking full advantage. Like a vampire needing a blood fix, Supreme reached for me and devoured my neck with passionate kisses until finding his way to my breasts. He was sucking on them so hard it almost felt like bites, but the roughness of the shit was turning me on. Supreme cupped my ass with his hands and jammed his humongous dick inside of me. I screamed so fucking loud I thought the glass would shatter.
"Maya, do you want me to stop?"
"No, please don't stop! This dick feels so good! I can take it!" And I could. Shit, if I had my way I would be taking this dick on a regular. Now all I had to do was get rid of Precious once and for all.
"I got your message. What's so urgent?" Devon asked as he sat across from me in our regular meeting spot.
"There's been
a change of plans and I need your help to execute it."
"Does that mean we're back to taking out the detective?"
"Not yet. That might not be necessary."
"You sure?"
"I ain't never sure about shit until after it happens, but we need to handle Precious first."
"Precious? Mike told me he had that situation under control."
"When did you talk to Mike?"
"The other day I went by to see him."
"And what did he tell you?"
"That Precious and the baby were leaving the country with him. They were waiting for Aaliyah to come back and they were out. He said he already discussed it with you."
"Yeah, he did but I never agreed to it, and I'm not agreeing to it now. Precious has to go."
"Hell, I don't give a fuck either way. I don't even like that chick, so I'm down for however you want to move forward."
"Good, that's what I wanted to hear. Let's head over to the stash house and we can discuss it further in the car."
After discussing the plan with Devon on our drive over to the house, I then thought about how relieved I would be to get rid of Precious and no longer feel I was living in her shadow. That wasn't possible as long as she was alive. Her death was my only solution. Even after Supreme and I had that incredible night of sex I knew Precious was heavy on his mind. Even though he believed his wife left him for the next nigga, he was still mourning her ass. The shit was about to drive me crazy. I was going to take great pleasure putting us both out of our misery.
"Maya," Devon huffed.
"What!" I said with an attitude because I didn't like how he called my name.
"I've been trying to get your attention for the last few minutes. We're here."
"Oh," I said, seeing the house out of the backseat window. "You remember the plan, right?"
"Of course. Shit, I'm ready."
"Well get what you need from the trunk."
"Already did that while you was spacing out."
"Funny! Let's go then."
When we walked in the house Mike and Precious were lounging in the living room watching television like they was a fucking married couple.
"Isn't this cute, love in the afternoon," I mocked at my simple ass brother.
