by King Coopa J
Tech overheard them arguing to help. If Twenty were going to need someone’s help. It was him, he is the brain. His job would go a lot smoother and lower the chance of getting caught. “I’m helping too.” He informed him while driving. “You’ll need me.”
Twenty was getting hit from every angle. Jeff, Paula and Tech demanded their assistance. He felt something creep back up on him. Something he thought would never be again. His team was back, The Lifters. And they had a job to do. “OK,” he gave in. “You and Paula meet us at the garage so we can get started. I have the list.”
“We’re already on the way,” Jeff told him.
They hung up. Tech got them to the garage in ten minutes. Jeff and Paula arrived at the same time. They all entered the garage. They sat around the computer screen.
Twenty took the list from his pocket. He read the name of each vehicle. “A Ferrari 430 Scuderia, BMW 650i convertible, Mercedes S63 AMG, Mercedes AMG, Mercedes CLS 63 AMG, Nissan GT-R, Hennessey CTS V700, Bentley Mulsanne, McLaren MP4-12C, Chevrolet Corvette C7, Porsche 991, 2012 Dodge Viper, Aston Martin V-12 Vantage, Porsche 911 Turbo, Porsche 918, Lamborghini Aventador LP700-4, Lexus LFA, Mosler Photon, Maserati MC-12, Ferrari FF, Chevrolet Camaro HP ZL1, Mustang Shelby GT500, 2012 Mustang Boss 302, Lotus Esprit, Ferrari 458 Italia, Lamborghini Gallardo, Ferrari 599 Replacement, Jaguar C-x75, Nissan-Renault DeZir, Bugatti Veyron 16.4 super sport.” He was confused by the last vehicle on the list. “And the President of the United States Land Rover.” What the hell, he thought. The President’s Land Rover? He read the passage next to the vehicle. “The President will be arriving in Atlanta on Saturday. It is the only type of Land Rover available in the world. There is something special I need inside.”
“What!” Jeff jumped from the seat. “That’s insane, the President’s Land Rover?”
Tech was at the computer typing in every vehicle Twenty mentioned. He finished. “Twenty, I have the cars entered. There are close to ten cars on the list that are not available.”
Twenty examined the list. “I know, I have VIN numbers and locations right here. They’re concept vehicles.”
“What about the President’s Land Rover? How are we supposed to lift that?” Paula asked.
A knock at the door interrupted Twenty from answering. Who could be knocking at the door, he thought. Did El’ Nino have someone follow us? He tucked the list into his pocket. “Tech, kill the computer.” he didn’t want anybody to know what they were planning.
“Already on it chief.” Tech saved the list on a spreadsheet before shutting down the computer.
Jeff and Paula walked over to the bar and acted like they had been chatting the entire time.
Twenty turned the TV to the sports channel and sat down. “Tech, go ahead and get the door.”
Tech walked over to the door and looked through the peephole. “Shit,” he muttered to himself. He couldn’t believe who was standing on the other side.
Twenty noticed Tech reaction. “Tech,” he whispered and threw his hands up. “Who is it?”
Tech looked at Twenty nervously. “It’s detective Daverson.” He whispered and pointed to the door.
“Fuck,” Twenty muttered to himself. “What the hell is he doing here?” Daverson continued to knock on the garage door. He knows we’re in here. Tech and Jeff vehicles were parked outside. He hasn’t done anything wrong, at least not yet. “Let him in, he might get suspicious.”
Tech opened the door and tried to act surprised. “Oh, it’s detective Daverson everyone.”
Daverson pushed past him. He was being followed by his new partner, Matt Gains. Daverson was 55yrs. old now and is going to retire soon. Matt is going to be his replacement at the private investigator’s office. “Shut up you skinny punk. Where is Twenty? I can smell him a mile away. I know he’s here, son. Don’t lie to me.”
Twenty stood up. Not wanting to hide from the arrogant detective. “I’m right here old school.” He called to him. “What’s up, what are you here for? Don’t tell me you wanted to welcome me home? You’re getting soft on me gray hair?”
Daverson stormed over to him. “Look here son.” Daverson was nose to nose with Twenty. “I know you’re up to something. I know you can’t resist but to fuck up and when you do. I’m going to be there to bust your ass, son. Send you back to where you came from. In my opinion, they should’ve left you in prison. The city was better off without you. I see, you already got the team back together. Don’t tell me it’s a coincidence that you, Jeff, Paula and Tech are here together.”
Twenty backed away from Daverson. “It’s a coincidence, now get the fuck out.” Twenty was heated. It was hard for him to hold his temper. The old man was pushing the right buttons.
Daverson smiled. “Believe me son, this time around. You won’t be able to save them. All of you will have a nice bunk in prison for the rest of your lives. Let one car get stolen. I promise son. I’ll be all over your ass like flies on shit.”
Jeff walked over and stood next to Twenty. “If you’re not here to arrest anyone,” he spoke to Daverson. “I think it’s time for you to leave.”
“Jeff,” Daverson turned his attention to him. “The woman stealer.” Daverson knew that Twenty cared for Paula from the interview the reporter gave him ten years ago.
Jeff went at Daverson. “You sonofvabitch!”
Twenty caught Jeff by the arm. “That’s what he wants, Jeff.” He said restraining him. “Let it go, man.”
Daverson smiled in Jeff's face. “C’mon tough guy, hit me.” he taunted Jeff. “That’s what I thought. I’m going to keep my eyes on all of you. One of you even thinks about stealing a vehicle.” He warned them backing up. “I’ll be there. C’mon Matt, let’s leave these criminals alone to think about what I said.”
Twenty stepped in front of Jeff. “If I do steal a car, it’s going to be your mother’s. Believe that.”
Daverson smiled. He was backing out of the door and held his two fingers to his eyes before pointing at Twenty. He signaled to him that he was watching. Then he vanished.
Tech finally took a breath. “Fuck, I can’t stand that guy.” He muttered locking the door and looking through the peephole.
“Just what we need,” Twenty spoke sarcastically. “I need time to think things through before coming up with a plan. Lifting the President’s vehicle is going to be hell. Meet back here tomorrow morning and we’ll sort things out. I’m going to get some rest.”
Lifted
Mexican Property
Theysaid their goodbyes. Jeff and Paula went home. Tech decided to stay at the garage with Twenty. He wanted to get right to work on the list. Sorting out the vehicles and how tough they would be to lift.
Twenty exhaled and flopped down on the couch, watching the sports channel in front of him. He kicked his shoes off and relaxed. “What a fucking day.” He muttered to himself. “Tech, you got any more beer in the frig?”
“Yeah,” Tech called back. He went to the refrigerator and got two beers. “Twenty.”
Twenty looked over at him standing across the room. Tech tossed him a beer. “Thanks, you’re a good man in my book. I don’t care what they say about you.” He joked catching the beer.
“People say things about me?” Tech asked not getting the joke.
“It’s a joke,” Twenty said casually opening the beer and taking a gulp.
Tech laughed like he was the one joking. “Of course, I knew that.” There was another knock at the door. Tech walked over to answer it. Thinking Jeff or Paula must’ve forgotten something because they just left. He opened the door. He was so stunned by the woman’s beauty in front of him that he dropped his beer.
“Is Twenty here,” the woman had a seductive Spanish accent.
Twenty looked over to Tech. “Yo Tech, what’s going on over there?” he noticed Tech had dropped his beer. Tech looked frozen, he resembled a huge block of ice. “Tech, you hear me? And you know you dropped your beer, Dawg.”
Tech didn’t pay him any mind. He w
as captivated by the Spanish woman’s beauty. He finally pushed out some words. “It’s for you, man.” Tech dragged out.
“Tell them to get at me tomorrow.” Twenty turned his attention to the sports channel. “I’m tired.”
You won’t be tired after you see this woman, Tech thought. He sure as hell wouldn’t be. “Twenty, you want to come to the door. Trust me,” he spoke with seriousness.
“Damn Tech,” Twenty said frustrated. “Just tell them to come in then.”
Tech stepped out of the doorway to let the woman through. “Sorry about the beer,” he told her as she stepped over the wasted beer.
“It’s ok,” she walked into the garage.
Twenty heard a seductive woman’s voice and it made him turn around. He almost spilled his own damn beer on himself. His eyes grew wide immediately on sight. He was looking at the most exotic woman he has ever seen in his life. She had long jet black hair that fell to her waist, nice skin, cat eyes and the type of body magazine women would kill for. He didn’t know what to say. She could not have asked for him. Tech must have been trippin’.
“Twenty,” she said seductively walking over to him.
Twenty slowly stood up to greet the Spanish woman. Damn, Tech wasn’t trippin’. “That’s definitely me,” he muttered.
The woman dropped her bag on the floor and embraced him. She started kissing him on the lips and neck seductively while pulling at his pants and shirt desiring him.
Tech watched the scene play out from the door while he cleaned up the beer. “Dayum.”
Twenty couldn’t help it, he embraced the woman. They fell back on the couch. He began to think where he knew this woman from. She knew him by name and he couldn’t remember her from anywhere. He pushed her away reluctantly. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up a minute.” The woman was still trying to take him. “Where do we know each other from?”
She unbuckled his pants. “Does it matter?”
She tried to kiss him again. He held her back. “Yes, it does matter. All types of shit happened to me today. I need to know something.”
“Ok, ten years ago I saw you on TV. The police had you. That day I fell in love with you. I followed your case. You take what you want. You were an outlaw living free without caring about the law. I have wanted you ever since. I even showed up to your trail and your retrial. Take me Twenty.” She grabbed him by the head. “Say you want me too, Papi?”
Twenty stood from the couch. It’s been a long time since he had a woman. This woman was exotic and beautiful. She convinced him. She stood with a worried look. He grabbed her chin gently. “The bedroom is upstairs.”
***
Twenty and the Mexican woman kissed all the way up the stairs while she tore off his clothes. They got to the room door and he pushed it open with his foot. She entered the room backward and he followed. She took a couple steps back while he stood there watching her. She seductively lifted her skirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. He scanned her amazing physique as she stood there with his soldier standing at attention. She had on nothing but a thong. Her breasts were perfect and her hips were stunning. She slipped out of her thong and kicked them to the side. Her clitoris was nicely shaved and had a tattoo just above the entrance.
He read the tattoo. “Mexican Property.” He muttered grinning.
She signaled for him to come over with her finger. He walked over to her and they embraced. She pulled his wife beater over his head and tossed it to the floor. He dropped his pants. They kissed while backing up to the bed. She fell back onto the bed and backed up to the center.
Twenty stood next to the bed. How did I get so damn lucky? This beautiful woman said she is in love with me. She followed my criminal career. She showed up to my trails wanting me for ten years and never thinking of ever having the chance to have me. Did women actually want career criminals like me? Of course, they do. Look at Richard Ramirez. I told myself for ten years Paula was the one for me. I told myself I wasn’t a player anymore. I only need one woman. Paula has a family with Jeff now. Am I wrong for wanting this woman?
The Mexican woman had her legs bent up and she slowly and seductively spread them apart. Her clitoris poked right out in Twenty’s face.
“Hell nah, I’m not wrong.” He muttered. He got onto the bed.
The Mexican woman pulled him closer and grabbed his manhood. She entered him into her. Twenty never thought he would ever feel such a desirable feeling again as he penetrated her. She was super wet.
Her juices were flowing. Twenty turned into an animal inside of her. He worked her over fast then slow and fast again while she moaned for more. He lifted up one of her legs for better position. He brought the pain to her clitoris as he growled. Twenty loved hearing the sound of her voice. The Spanish accent turned him on and up. He flipped her over on her stomach and penetrated her from the back laying down on her. She moaned as he went deep down into her. Twenty is a monster and every woman he’s ever been with, he has got the best of because he is so large. Every time, they would become addicted to him. They would fiend for him. He knew how to handle a woman in bed the right way.
He lifted up and the Mexican woman and propped her up doggy style. She had a voluptuous ass. He grabbed on and pounded ten years strong into her. She moaned loud enough for the entire block to hear. For the next hour, he put her in every position he could think of. He was on his back when he felt that sensational feeling creeping up on him. She was riding him like a wild bull. He held her ass until the very end while she grinded.
“Oh Papi, I’m cumming again,” she moaned. This was indeed the best sex she has ever had in life. She knew for sure she would be back. She desired him for ten years. There was no way she wasn’t coming back. She loved this man and she knew it.
“Oh shit,” Twenty muttered. “I’m about to bust.” He felt his body tense up. His body was starting to get weak. He gripped her ass tighter and at the last second and lifted her up so he could cum. “Dayum,” he relaxed.
“Um,” she moaned relaxing on top of him. “That was the best I ever had.” She laid on his chest.
Twenty felt like ten years without sex could make a man go insane. What if he finished that life sentence? He thought about this exotic woman wanting him for ten years. “What’s your name, ma?” he whispered.
“Rosa.” She held on to him.
“Rosa,” he muttered. “Well Rosa believe it or not, you’re the best thing that has happened to me all day. Even better than getting released.” Rosa, he thought before he fell asleep.
Lifted
Monday
El’ Ninohad his plan in order. If Twenty finished the job. Then El’ Nino would make an easy five million dollars. He loved making easy money. El’ Nino was a billionaire. Five million dollars was chump change to him. His main goal was to bring more buyers to him through the underground car theft ring. There were million to be made. He wanted to build up to at least one billion dollars a year. Once he has success with this first job. The buyers would be satisfied and bring new buyers to him. He would have to search the world for the best car thieves. Twenty was going to be finished after this job and he knew that. He could force him into more jobs. He thought, why bother? Time is money and that Mexican they call El’ Nino patience is short.
El’ Nino puffed on his Cuban cigar looking out to the city. He had two of the most beautiful women money could buy. They were down on their knees pleasuring him at the same time. Sucking him up like a cold ice cream cone on a hot day. He reached over to his desk and grabbed a small platter of coke. He took a long bump and handed the plate to a redhead Spanish woman in front of him. She stopped pleasuring him and snorted the best cocaine she has ever had. She went back to pleasuring him after she passed the plate to the blond Spanish woman. She was sucking El’ Nino like it was her favorite thing in the world to do. She took a good bump of the coke. Both of the Spanish women were famous actresses and supermodels on the Spanish channel. The blonde even had a hit song on the radio. El’ Nino thre
w the biggest Spanish party once a year in Los Angeles. That’s how he met the women. Everyone in the Spanish world who is famous would come. El’ Nino is the man. He knew everybody and he could plug or unplug your career. These two women loved El’ Nino. They were simple women until he turned their lives around. He made money off of their success.
El’ Nino took another bump of the cocaine and placed the plate back on the desk. He grabbed his cigar from the ashtray and puffed out rings of smoke. He grabbed the back of the redhead and forced her to deep throat him. The sensation was great while the other licked on is balls. Then he forced the blonde to do the same performance while the redhead licked. He got up from his two thousand dollar office chair and made both of the women bend over on his desk. Two voluptuous asses propped up at him. He penetrated the redhead while he fingered the blonde. He pounded the redhead until she collapsed on the desk. Then he entered the blonde and pounded her until she collapsed.
The redhead turned over on the desk wanting more of that Mexican they call El’ Nino. She took another bump of the coke while he penetrated her deeply.
The blonde took a bump of the coke, playing with her clit while she waited.
The redhead moaned loud and came all over El’ Nino’s manhood.
He pounded the blonde violently. He was trying to make himself cum, but the cocaine had him wired.
Nacho entered the room. “Phone Boss, The Spokesman.”
El’ Nino finally felt himself cumming. He ordered both of the women down on their knees. He jacked in front of their faces. “Yes, yes... ” He exploded. El’ Nino walked over casually butt naked to Nacho.
Nacho’s used to seeing his boss naked in ogres. He was hired to protect so it was nothing to him. He handed El’ Nino the phone.
“My friend.” El’ Nino answered.
“Everything went smooth with Twenty, I see.” The Spokesman said. “I’m just calling to say good doing business with you.”
