by Sa'id Salaam
Yolo 2
A Beautiful Death
By
Sa’id Salaam
© 2015 Sa’id Salaam
Black Ink Publications
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission of the author.
Chapter 1
The Head or Tail strip club in Baltimore, Maryland was the most ratchet spot in the city. You could actually order a blowjob to go along with your malt liquor. The low budget dudes who hung out there spent more money with the in-house weed man than on the so-called strippers. The raggedy rundown women were reduced to blowjobs in the booths or back shots bent over a chair.
Ironically, this same club was once the shit, until Yolo came along and murdered the manager. It was the former headquarters of the Menendez brothers, but the Lovely Little Lunatic killed them too. There were no blowjobs or back shots being peddled that night.
That night there was a meeting being held for the head nigga in charge of Black Mob operations in every city. They along with their second in command were summoned for the emergency meeting. Once they arrived, the lieutenants were shuttled off to a separate location. It was for bosses only.
“So…why you got us all here? Where’s The Baron? Where’s Casper?” Big Bang snarled at the host Big Rock.
Big Bang ran the Black Mob interest down in Atlanta, Georgia. They called him bang because that’s the sound his guns made. The big was because he was a big motherfucker. Big Bang, how ironic.
“Fo’ real though!” a dyke called Daddy Mack frowned.
She tried to look hard but was still a pretty woman despite the mean mug. She and her cousin and fellow carpet muncher Lil’ Man represented the Black Mob in New Orleans. That meant despite vaginas those two were very dangerous men/women. They climbed to the top of their city over the dead bodies of their competition. It’s hard to compete when you’re dead.
“Ain’t nobody seen or heard from Baron n’dem in some months,” Redd from Birmingham added.
“That’s why we’re all here,” Big Rock began, as he addressed the heads of state from Houston, LA, Miami, and everywhere else.
“Hole up…what’s that smell?” Mason wanted to know. The Detroit captain frowned as he sniffed the air. Mixed in with pussy, smoke, sweat, blood, and semen was another familiar fragrance that he couldn’t quite place. Too bad for him.
“This is a strip club!” Rock shot back. “You smell pussy. Ain’t that right Daddy Mack?”
“I smell pussy, dirty pussy, but pussy,” the pretty stud replied in a forced husky voice.
“So where the hoes at? Where the party?” T-Rock from Orlando asked.
In an odd twist of fate, he had become a pussy hound just like the man he replaced. Rock shook his head at the inane question and went on.
“The Baron and Casper are dead. Sun-Sun informed me and I personally went to see what was left,” he advised with the New York captain nodding in agreement.
“A-yo, that nigga Casper was hanging from a tree! Baron was missing his whole face son!” Sun-Sun said in typical animated New York fashion. It almost sounded like he was rapping.
“Yolo too?” the Newark boss asked fearfully. He remembered when she hit the Brick City like a ton of bricks.
“Please tell me that crazy bitch is dead too!” C-P pleaded.
Yolo had torn through Phoenix like a tsunami, knocking down buildings and grown men in her path.
“No, she’s still alive. The man named Killa killed The Baron. She had to be down with him for him to spare her,” Rock surmised.
“So shit, I can keep their cut I been holding then!” Daddy Mack announced.
She like everyone else held on to the share when no one came to collect. She like everyone else had brought it along to Baltimore. Over twenty million dollars waited across town with their second in commands.
“Each man for himself!” Redd cheered.
“No! Everything stays the same. Same structure, same strength. We separate and we lose our connect. The Chinese fuck with us because of our unity,” Rock reminded. “We just need a new leader.”
“Who, you?” Bang huffed indignantly.
“I nominate me,” Fresh from Houston suggested. “I got the ports where the work comes in. Got transportation, muscle…”
“Why not me? I got the biggest team! Manhattan, the Bronx, Staten Island,” Sun-Sun rambled, stating his case. Big Rock smiled seeing it going pretty much like he’d figured it go.
“You? Yeah right!” Daddy Mack laughed cutting Sun-Sun off. “Nigga, I got a pussy and still got bigger balls than you!”
“She…he do!” Hawk from Miami co-signed. “You’se a bitch.”
“Gentlemen, gentlemen,” Rock said raising his hands along with his voice to regain control. Once he had it, he continued. “The man for the job has to be extremely violent to keep order. Think Mr. Grimsly. Unfortunately, some of us will die in this process. It is what it is. I nominate myself, but we’ll take a vote. I’ll send in the girls while you guys mull it over.”
The moans and groans started before Big Rock was all the way out of the room. It came to a curious halt when the girls walked in from the dressing room. The beat up dancers limped, hobbled, and staggered into the club. Daddy Mack twisted her face up at the ugly bunch, but then again, she didn’t have a dick. The rest of the men selected one because a nut is a nut.
Rock held his breath as he walked briskly through the girls’ dressing room. Actually a fish would have held its breath if it walked through the funky room. It didn’t smell like fish. It smelled like a vagina that a fish swam up and died in. Once out in the alley, he hopped in his car and drove to the new strip club. That one was scheduled for demolition soon.
“Sup boss,” Bull asked as Rock walked into Club Platinum where the meeting for the second in command was being held. They were all about to be promoted.
“Everything is everything,” he replied and nodded at the lively festivities. The rules were relaxed for the evening, which meant sex in the champagne room.
Daddy Mack’s cousin, Danny Boy, didn’t make it that far. She was eating peaches out of Peaches’ pussy right at her table. Lil’ Redd giggled as he played in Chili’s box. It squished and squashed all over his fingers. Good stuff.
“Once y’all get your rocks off we can get started,” Rock announced.
Hands, hips, and lips all went into overdrive to speed things along. A few minutes later Rock stood center stage and addressed the meeting. “I’d like to start out with a gift.”
“A gift? You mean that wasn’t it?” Sosa from Detroit asked out of breath from busting a nut.
“Nah, ol’ Vanilla is just an appetizer. As you know, The Baron and Casper have been MIA. And I know y’all held on to their money. Wouldn’t want Yolo to come see about you,” he said and watched eyes open wide in fear. “Well, keep it! The Baron is dead, Casper is dead, and I’m the new boss of the Black Mob.”
“Is that right?” Saleem asked grabbing his phone. “Let me see what Sun-Sun got to say about this!”
“Congratulations on your promotions. You are all the new bosses of your respective cities,” Rock went on as if the New Yorker hadn’t even spoken.
“We can keep the money?” Danny Boy asked cocking her head dubiously. She knew that they brought over three million from the Big Easy. “What about Daddy Mack?” she asked proving that money was thicker than blood.
“They…”Rock said pulling his phone out, but was interrupted by Sun-Sun on Saleem’s speakerphone.
“A-yo! What the fuck you got going on?” Sun-Sun demanded.
“Have been fired,” Rock continued and pressed Send, sending a signal to detonat
e the hundred pounds of Sentex that Mason smelled. He should have trusted his judgment and run up out of there instead of sticking his cock in some cockeyed girl. She got blown up right along with him and everyone else.
“What about Yolo?” Pep wanted to know. He had once been at the bottom of the totem pole in Houston until Yolo started chopping off heads.
“We believe she is in cahoots with Killa. They are a threat to us all. If the Chinese find out we have these loose ends they will cut us off. That’s why I put a five million dollar bounty on them.”
“Five million! Each?” was asked.
“Each. Catch them together and that’s an easy ten mil,” Rock replied.
“It may be ten million,” Sosa said and added, “But ain’t nothing easy about that!”
Chapter 2
“Hey pretty girl,” Yolo greeted warmly to the pretty girl in the mirror. She was smiling brightly so she smiled back. Not many people dressed up to make a phone call, but she is a lunatic after all.
She went through the ritual almost daily, but always chickened out. Not that day though. This was the day she was going to call her boo. After one last check of her lip-gloss, she held her head up triumphantly and made the call.
“We got activity! On both lines!” a high-tech technician said when his high-tech equipment detected activity on the Black Mob phones used by Killa and Yolo. His elation was short lived when the signals started bouncing around the globe. He knew good and damn well she wasn’t in Afghanistan and Killa definitely wasn’t sitting next to him.
Killa stared at the phone for a minute to make sure it wasn’t his imagination. He put a tracer program on it as well so he could trace and kill Yolo if she ever called. Reluctantly, he took the call.
“Yeah?”
“Hey bae, it’s me,” Yolo barely managed to get by the broad smile stretching her pretty face. “Still mad at me?”
“Mad? Nah, why would I be mad?” he asked trying to trace the call.
Sincerity’s eyes popped open hearing his female friendly voice. It was a far cry from the gruff barks he used when speaking to men.
“Miss me?” Yolo asked and almost ducked. She crossed her fingers and held her breath hopefully.
“Of course I miss you,” Killa said causing his girl to pop up in bed like she was spring loaded.
“Who? Who you miss?” she barked. “Nuh uh, don’t try to cover the receiver! Who you talking to?”
“Chill, it’s her!” Killa growled through clenched teeth.
“Ugh, I see that bitch is with you. My fault, I should have killed her when I had the chance,” Yolo pouted. “I have to hurry and kill them before the baby comes. I don’t want anything to get in our way. Ok, bye!”
“Damn baby! How am I ‘posed to catch her and you playing jealous girlfriend!” he shot in frustration. “You act like I’m tryna fuck the broad. I’m tryna kill her!”
“Fuck her again you mean! Oh, and I am a jealous girlfriend. Whenever we catch up to the chick I’m gon’ be the one to pull the plug on her ass!”
“You?” Killa chuckled in amusement. “She’s a little tougher than Shane. Trust me; you are not ready for Yolo.”
“I’m Karate Joe’s only daughter, trust me, Yolo ain’t ready for me!”
****
“Mm hm, who got you all in your feelings?” Marquita asked as Yolo sulked into the room still holding the satellite phone.
The observant woman knew there was something special about the phone. Yolo kept it fully charged but never used it. No text, no calls, pokes, or likes. She now knew it was the link to her mysterious baby daddy. Curiosity was getting the best of her. The same curiosity that killed the cat and a whole bunch of other nosey people.
“Once I have this baby I’ll have him all to myself,” Yolo convinced herself.
It was the baby mama mantra recited all around the world by a million baby mamas before her. It proved true for 12, the rest are at the WIC office, alone.
****
“I don’t mind coming you know. You certainly don’t have to be shy around me. I brought you into this world, literally,” Nurse Marquita reminded as Yolo prepared for her prenatal visit.
“I’m a big girl,” she replied still in a funk.
The private girl hated being prodded and poked by doctors. The stirrups just added insult to injury. She did want a healthy child and put her reservations to the side and manned up.
“Well, ok…Guess I’ll go to the market. Need anything?” the sweet little lady offered.
Yolo smiled warmly and declined with a kiss on her cheek.
“See you later,” she said and turned to leave.
Marquita was right behind her and they left in separate directions. A half hour later Yolo arrived at the out of the way clinic.
“Yolo Jackson,” she huffed with her trepidation evident in her voice.
“What a pretty name,” the receptionist cooed attempting to soothe her nerves. She wasn’t the first young woman to visit the office all by her lonesome. “What does it mean?”
“It’s Swahili for none of your damn business,” she replied evenly, and then cracked a friendly half-smile.
“Well you’re a little early…but we had a cancelation so you can be seen now if you’d like,” the woman offered unfazed by the rude remark. She certainly wasn’t the first young woman to visit the office with a fly ass mouth either.
“I like,” Yolo quipped but took a little off this time. Yolo followed the directions down the hall to an examination room. She saw a clean gown on the exam table and slipped into it leaving her panties on. No sooner did she climb on the table did the door open and in walked a young black guy.
“I’m supposed to have a woman doctor!” she insisted.
“Doctor yes, nurse no. Just gotta prep you before she comes in. Feet up please,” he said pulling the stirrups into position.
“Man…” Yolo fussed as she complied. The gown stretched across her knees prevented her from seeing what was going on at the other end of the table. Good thing too.
“Should have removed these,” he said pulling her panties to the side. He whipped his phone out and began snapping pictures of the neatly shaved vagina. Using his fingers, he spread her labia to put a little pink in the pictures. He couldn’t help himself and pushed his luck by pushing a digit inside her.
“Man,” Yolo pouted at the intrusion.
“Damn, you tight!” he exclaimed feeling the hot box clamped around his finger.
“Excuse me?” she said trying to lift up and see what he was doing.
“Huh? Oh um…the doctor will be right in,” he said scurrying from the room.
Yolo was still staring after him when the lady doctor walked in.
“Oh?” she declared surprised to see the patient in the gown and even more so in stirrups. “We’re just doing an ultrasound today. You actually could have kept your clothes on.”
“But the nurse…”
“Nurse! I wish they would send me a nurse. All I have is the receptionist Jen. Oh and Jason, the janitor,” the doctor replied.
“Shole nuff! Is that right?” Yolo said realizing she had just been molested. Oddly enough, she wasn’t even mad. Quite giddy in fact. Murder always made her happy and he was definitely going to get murdered.
“Everything looks great. Would you like to know the sex of your baby?” the doctor asked once it was visible on the screen.
“Um…” she though with a thoughtful frown. “Nah, surprise.”
The doctor rambled on about sleep, rest, blah, blah, blah as Yolo rushed to put her clothes back on. Yolo missed most of it in her haste.
“Ok thanks, Doc,” she said appreciatively as she accepted the huge prenatal pills and pamphlets. She was eager to get to her play date for the evening.
“Do you have a hobby? Something you enjoy doing?” the woman asked.
“Yeah…why?” Yolo asked curiously, stopping short of telling her what it was. Probably wouldn’t have believed her anyway.
Yolo rushed out into the hallway and snapped her head left, right, and then left again like a child trying to cross the street. Except she wasn’t looking for cars, she was looking for Jason.
The janitor stepped out of the janitor’s closet on wobbly knees from just busting a nut. The pictures of the pretty pussy prompted him to pull on his penis. He couldn’t wait until he got home. Most of the patients were older with rundown vaginas. A few looked like they could just stand up and let the baby drop out.
He flinched when he saw Yolo like he wanted to run. He wouldn’t have gotten too far on his rubbery legs. Luckily, Yolo flashed a smile at him that froze him in place. He went for it and smiled back as she approached. Sorta like the cheese in a mousetrap. Looks tempting, and then breaks your neck.
“I think you tricked me! You’re not a real nurse, you just wanted to see my goodies,” Yolo giggled like it was no big deal. As if she wasn’t going to brutally murder the man.
“See I…um, no. But I’m going to back to school soon so I be tryna get some practice,” he lied.
He was going to upload the pictures to a freaky social media site. It was dedicated to perverts like himself who took up skirt and hidden camera pictures of unsuspecting victims. The only practice he got was jacking off. The nasty bastard.
“Oh ok, that makes sense,” she pretended. “Hey! Why don’t I come to your house so you can get more practice? Really spend some time with my vagina.”
“Really? Can I? Hell yeah!” Jason cheered just short of doing a back flip.
Instead, he whipped out a pen and paper and quickly scribbled down his address. He skipped happily down the hall after setting his date for the evening. The rest of his day dragged by dreadfully slow. Luckily, it was his last day on the job. Unluckily it was his last day on the planet.
