by Lucinda John
After three hours of studying and writing down important notes; the alarm chirped signaling that it was time to get out the house and head over to Jackson Memorial Hospital. I quickly threw my scrubs on my body, slid my feet into a pair of my pink and purple Air Max, pulled my hair in a high messy bun, applied a light coat of my Mac shimmer, grabbed my books and purse, and was out the door. I got into my apple red Lex, another guilt gift from James, started my ignition, and pulled out of the driveway. R Kelly’s voice boomed through my speakers; “Cuz when a woman’s fed up (no matter how you beg, no) it ain’t nothing you can do about it.” I listened to the words and wondered was I fed up.
Chapter 3
Stacks
I stepped off the airplane in the Miami International Airport. I was ready to start fresh and according to my pops this was where I had to be. Shit was getting real hot for me back home in Flint, so I had to fall back and start new. I had to come up and this was the place to be and a nigga name James was the one I had to see.
It wasn’t like a nigga was hurting; I had a connect, I had money, I just wanted to come in peace and start my operation up. I ain’t need no drama coming my way. Well, not yet at least. I had to start all over. Recruit new niggas to put on my team. But, first I had to holla at this nigga James.
He was either going to join my forces, or sink ship. I was a force to be reckoned with back home, so this pressure ain’t nothing nice. I only came here with two duffel bags. One with my money and in the other I carried pictures of my girl Donna and sonograms of my twins that I never got meet. Yeah, it was time I left Flint. There were too much bad memories, too many losses; so it was definitely time for a new start.
A honk of a cocaine white BMW X5 snapped me back to reality. Damn, that shit was clean as fuck! The truck came closer to me and pulled into a handicap parking spot that I was standing next to. The passenger rolled down the window and I could see it was my two half-brothers Paco and Pablo. Our father Diego was a big time drug lord in Colombia.
I didn’t know the nigga existed until my mother died of breast cancer eight years ago leaving me this letter of how she had an affair with a married man. Apparently, they met when my father made a trip to Atlanta on business and she was there attending Spelman.
They kicked it a few times and she ended up pregnant. When she told him, he finally decided to come clean and confess that he was married. Long story short, she ended up moving back home to Flint so that grandma and grandpa could help her out with me.
What fucked me up was I was this nigga first child. How do you go on in life not being in your first child’s life? Although he was never in my life, he made sure to send us money. My mom wrote that she thought it would be good if we got to know each other and we did. At first, I wanted to body that nigga for letting me grow up 17 years without a father, but when he schooled me in this drug game and became my connect, I decided to let him live.
I jumped in the truck and dapped my brothers up. “What’s good Paco, Pablo?” I greeted my brothers.
“Cual es hermano a lo grande? (What is up big brother?)” Paco replied handing me the blunt that was hanging from his lips.
“What’s good Stacks?” Pablo gave me a head nod.
“Nothing, just ready to make shit shake. A nigga ready to get back on his grind,” I answered passing the blunt back to Paco.
“I can dig it, but first let’s get you set up. I got you a suite at the Mondrian South Beach. I can give you papa’s Realtor and she can help you find a nice house.”
“Yeah ok,” I said looking out the window as we pulled off. A bittersweet feeling came over me. I was happy that I was going to be the KING; however, not having Donna and my twins to share the throne with cut me really deep. If I could trade all this shit in to have them back, I would do it in a heartbeat.
We pulled up to the hotel and it was fly as fuck. I was accustomed to this lavish lifestyle so it didn’t really phase me much. “Here you go bro, you’re in suite 802.Tthe car that you ordered is already here and is parked in a private garage, lot 13B. If you need anything just call,” Pablo said handing me a key card, car keys, and a big brown envelope that I was sure had money in it. I didn’t really need the money, but that was our way of telling each other ‘I love you’.
“Good looking out bro, link up with y’all later,” I said getting out of the car
“Be ready by 9pm, so we can go meet up with this cat James,” Pablo responded. I was new to this city and I needed to have some form of backup with me just in case this nigga wanted to be on some funny type shit. Nodding my head, I exited the car and made my way through the crystal glass double doors of the hotel.
“Welcome to Mondrian South Beach!” the sexy ass receptionist flirted, licking her full plump lips.
“Supp ma, I’m looking for the nearest mall, do you think you can help me out?” I smiled at her showing off all thirty-two of the pearliest whites I’d ever seen. She leaned over making sure her double d’s spilled out of her vest, giving me a peak-a-boo of the black satin bra that held her girls in place. She was making them sit up high and pretty.
“If you go straight down 32nd and make a right at the light, a quick left, and go straight down the strip you’ll fine variety of malls and stores.” She looked up at me with those pretty, greens eyes and flashed me a seductive smile. I leaned over the counter making sure my mouth was close to her ear; I blew softly. She gasped. I was sure I heard a thunderstorm; yup I bet I had her raining in her panties.
“Good looking out ma,” I whispered in her ear, before I turned around and walked out the crystal doors in search of the garage. Yeah, a nigga still had his shit on pack. Too bad my heart still belonged to a woman I would never get to see, well not in this lifetime at least.
After damn near forty-five minutes of driving around, I was able to locate the strip. I parked my custom made chocolate brown Bentley Continental GT, which I pre-ordered and made sure that it was delivered here before I came. My baby was clean with the cream and peanut butter interior. My ride was worth every penny I dropped on it.
I made my way to the Gucci, Prada, Versace, and Louis stores. Then I entered the mall to get a few tailored suits. I was on my boss man shit. I wasn’t like none of these little niggas out here sagging, wearing baggy clothes, and white Tee’s and shit. Nah. I was on a whole other level. I was a businessman, not a corner boy.
When I got back to the suit, it was 7:45pm, which meant I had to jump in the shower and get ready for my meeting. I was hoping that everything went well, and that he wanted to team up. I wasn’t planning on going at war with this cat, but if that’s what he wanted I was going to make sure that nigga felt me in the worst way.
I made my way into the bathroom and got into the shower. I adjusted the water so that it was steaming hot. As soon as the water touched my body, I felt relaxed. So much was going through my head and the feeling of the hot water was enough to relive some of the tension building up in my muscles. I let my mind drift back to the last time conversation Donna and I had…
“Anthony, I am sick and tired of your doggish ways. Here I am six months pregnant with your twins and you still with the bullshit!” Donna yelled, tears falling down here face. I was pissed that the bitch Tasha had a nerve to Instagram a picture of us in bed and tag my fucking girl in it.
My only thoughts at that moment was going to the bitch’s house and knocking her head off her fucking shoulders. It killed me when sidepieces forgot their fucking position.
“Baby that picture was old. I swear she’s just trying to find a way to fuck up what we got. You can’t let these hoes come in between what we have,” I reasoned, hoping like hell that she’d believe me. I ain’t want her stressing while she had my shorties growing in her womb. I placed my arms around her and brought her to my lap.
“Baby, I promise this will never happen again,” I promised, kissing the tears off her beautiful face. Donna was so beautiful. She was half black and half Chinese. She had an
erotic type of beauty that you only normally see in high fashion magazines. Every time my eyes fell on her, my heart skipped a beat. I knew from that moment on, she was made for me.
She was everything a man could dream of and more, but the man in me wouldn’t allow me to be completely faithful to her. Even though she held two of the most precious possessions a man could ever have inside her, I was still doing her wrong. I held Donna as she cried and promised that I was going to make her my wife. First thing in the morning, I was going to call my jeweler Henry and have him pull some of his best pieces for me.
“Promises are meant to be broken,” she quietly whispered. Her sweet angelic voice carried so much pain. My heart cringed at the thought of her leaving me and giving up on our love, I wasn’t going to let her go.
“My word is my bond ma.”
With that, I laid her down on the bed kissing her with so much passion that all she could do was moan. At that time I wanted to breathe all my love down her throat as our saliva swapped. I wanted her to feel how much I was deeply in love with her. I gently pulled her panties off and French kissed her second sets of lips.
“Mhmmmm baby,” she purred. I lunged my tongue deep in her girth using it as a miniature dick. I ate her out like I was on death row and she was my final meal. When I felt her muscle tighten around my tongue, I went to her clit and sucked on it long and hard, gently nibbling on it. I spelled my name over and over and over again in her pussy with nice long strokes until she blessed my mouth with the sweetest nectar ever.
“Turn over,” I instructed her. I was ready to get my dick wet and by the way her cum was dripping down her thighs I knew exactly how. I entered her with one, strong, deep thrust and held it there. The pussy was just so tantalizing that I was just moments away from ejaculation and I just got in it. Not wanting to be a minuteman, I quickly gained my composure and slow stroked her.
“Yessssssss daddy! My spot! Oh yessssssss!!!!” she panted in excitement as the curve in my dick hit her G spot.
“Right where?” I taunted her. Gently rubbing on her nipples.
“R-r-r-right uh mmhm yess oh, yes right there!” I pulled out and dove in deeper. Watching my dick slide in and out of the happiest place earth, I felt my dick swell. If this was heaven then I was done sinning. “Oh, shit daddy I’m about to cuuuuuuum!!” she moaned as her pussy sucked me in deeper causing my knees to get weak.
“Come for daddy,” I whispered, stroking her deeper. It was as if my words spoke to her pussy. She made the sexiest love faces and shortly afterwards I felt my dick drowning in her sea. “Oh fuck!” I groaned. Digging deeper and deeper, I was like a leprechaun in search of her pot of gold. My legs got weaker as I returned the favor by flooding her cervix with my nut. If she could get pregnant again, then I’m sure I had just put two more babies in her.
I laid in bed with her until she dosed off. I gently got out of bed to shower and handle business. First thing first I was off to that bitch’s house to put my foot up her ass for the stupid shit she pulled, but if I would have known that this would have been me and Donna’s last moment together, I would reconsidered and stayed home. Most importantly I would have told her I loved her.
Brrinng! Brrinng! The sound of the hotel’s phone brought me back to the hurtful reality. The water turned as cold as my heart did the day the love of my life and children was taken away from me. I got out the shower and answered the phone
“Speak,” I snapped a little irritated that my brief moment remembering Donna was interrupted.
“Bro cual tardas tanto yo!! (Bro, what is taking so long?)” Paco choked. I could tell he was burning. Looking at the time on the nightstand, I noticed it was 8:30. Damn, I didn’t plan on being in the shower so long. I just couldn’t help my mind from drifting to the past.
“Damn 15 minutes, voy a estar listo. (I’ll be ready,)” I replied hanging up the phone to get dress. Even though I didn’t grow up with my father, my mother made it her business that I learned her language as well as my father’s. I knew how to speak three languages; English, Spanish and Haitian-Creole.
I quickly got dressed; I was never one to arrive anywhere late. I was a firm believer of being there fifteen minutes early just so that I can scope out my surroundings. I checked myself out in the full-length mirror. I looked GQ in my cream Armani suit, and Prada loafers.
The two diamonds I wore in each ear shined brighter than the Miami’s sun itself. I put on my Hublot Classic Fusion Haute Joaillere watch, sprayed some Prada cologne on me, and I was good to go. A nigga walked out the room looking like a million dollars; well my watch alone was worth that much. So I wasn’t new to this shit. I said a quick prayer and got in the car with my brothers.
Chapter 4
James
I sat at The Morton’s Steakhouse waiting for this nigga Stacks who was looking to do business with me. I told this nigga 9:00pm and it was now 9 fucking 30! I was about to get up and grab Ashley and go, but then I spotted niggas in suits being escorted to our table by the host. Who the fuck they thought they were? Men in fucking Black or some shit. This shit was comical to me already.
“Sorry we’re late, I just flew in town,” the nigga who I was assuming to be Stacks spoke.
I reached over and gave him a pound and the ice he wore on his wrist blinded the fuck out of me. That nigga looked and smelled like money, so I decided to stay and chop it up to see what he was all about.
“Nah, it’s straight,” I replied sizing him up, trying to add up how much money his attire cost.
“Can I get you guys some drinks?” the white preppy waitress asked with a note pad in her hand, snapping me out my thoughts.
“Get us a few bottles of Patron,” I spoke, looking over at Ashley who was practically eye-fucking Stacks. I wanted to slap this hoe in the mouth for looking so fucking thirsty. The only reason I brought her ass because wifey ended up picking up an extra shift and I assumed Stacks was bringing his girl so I didn’t want to come alone looking like a fool. I instantly regretted my decision bringing this dehydrated looking bitch with me. Clearing my throat I spoke up. “So Stacks, what brings you to the MIA?” I asked wanting to know why the fuck this nigga decided to come in my town.
“Well, shit back in Flint was getting dry and I needed to relocate to make big moves,” he answered taking a sip of the water that the waiter placed on the table all the while looking me directly in the eyes.
“Ok, so what’s your proposition?” I said getting right to it. There was no need for beating around the bush.
“I want you to work for me,” he simply replied with a cocky ass demeanor as if it was that easy. Did he not know who the fuck he was talking to?
“Work for you?” I asked making sure I heard this fool correctly. I furrowed my eyebrows matching his intense gazed. This nigga was on some Ashton Kutcher punk shit. There was an awkward silence and I could tell somewhere in some hospital a gay baby was being born.
“I was looking to recruit niggas, set up shops, and supply. I want you on my team as one of my lieutenants. You’ll run your same areas with your same guys, but I’d be the one supplying you,” he answered, declining the cup of Patron the waitress offered him. I took a sip of my drink and allowed the strong liquor to run down my throat.
“What if I’m not trying to step down and work for you?” I said pouring another drink.
“Whether you’re on my team or not I’m still going to move my weight. I just thought I’d come to you with a proposition instead of coming in and taking over,” he smirked.
I downed the rest of my drink to calm the anger that I felt brewing in my system. The nerve of this nigga to come on my territory and offer me a job like I was some bum ass nigga. He should be the one asking me for a job. I took a look at the two Spanish cats that were sitting by his side and wondered who the fuck they were supposed to be. I tried to read their facial expression, but I got nothing.
“Well, I am not about to lay down and let nobody take what I w
orked so hard for!” I raised my voice a little because the thought of him trying to demote a nigga had me feeling some type of way. Miami was my city!
“Understandable, well I guess I will be running my operation without you then,” he had the nerve to say, glancing over at Ashley and throwing her ass one of those flirtatious winks.
“Over my dead body!” I spat, standing up ready to body this nigga right here, not giving the fuck that I was outnumbered.
“Eso se puede arreglar, (that can be arranged)” One of his Chiquita Taco Bell looking niggas spoke, mean mugging me.
“Speak English, motherfucker! In case yo’ ass ain’t get the memo, you’re in America!” I grilled his ass matching his mug.
“You sure you want to do this because once I walk out them doors the offer leaves with me?” Stacks spoke calmly, a little too calm for me.
“Nah, I’m good. I can run things in my city, MY city. So go on to the next nigga’s turf with all that.” I wasn’t giving up my throne for no fucking body; I was the king of Miami!
Stacks laughed as if I was Kevin Hart or some shit. I didn’t find shit funny. “Well, like I said with or without you, I will start my operation,” he said as he stood up and straightened his jacket “It was nice meeting you,” he said giving Ashley’s hand a kiss. The bitch actually had the nerve to be blushing. “See you around,” he spoke to me, walking out, and taking his two G-I Joe dolls with him. I threw three hundred dollar bills on the table and stood to leave.
“Wow that was like some shit straight out of one of those gangster’s movies,” Ashley rabbit ass spoke as the Valet brought the car around.
WHAM! I slapped the shit out of her ass the moment we got in the car. “How the fuck you gon’ embarrass me like that?” I yelled punching her ass in the nose. Blood shot out of her nose staining the interior in my car pissing me off even more. “Get the fuck out of my car hoe!” I was ready to drag her ass out.
