Duke looked at the amount of sweat the large man had worked up with the little work he had just put in. He really wanted to see if Charrise’s pussy matched her mouth, but after seeing Tank fat ass nut all inside her, he figured he would wait until she got cleaned up.
“Shit the bitch isn’t going anywhere any time soon.” he muttered.
Meanwhile, Tank, had started placing, first one, then two, then four fingers inside Charrise’s still wet sex pot. While he was going in and out with reckless abandon, Charrise had placed her middle finger on her clit and was beginning to orgasm. Her body jerked with such motions, Tank sat there mesmerized by the effect he thought his fisting was doing to the young beautiful woman. Duke sat back in the chair and just observed the sick manner in which Tank continued to fondle Charrise.
Damn, getting some pussy was one thing, but Tank wasn’t giving her a break. However, with the serious look on his friend’s face, Duke was unwilling to step in and stop his madness. Charrise was clearly out of it and not even responding to Tank’s entry into her vagina, then placing the same fingers in her ass, and finally into his mouth. Unable to stand it any longer, Duke walked outside onto the porch of the aged yellow house.
Just as he lit up a blunt to remove the images of Tank and Charrise from his mind, a green Cadillac with gold rims pulled up. It was his counterpart who had left to take Cowboy home. Only he wasn’t by himself, Hakeem was sitting on the passenger side. He wasn’t quite sure how Hakeem would respond to the party that had just taken place and the one that Tank continued inside. He tried to let Tank know that Hakeem had pulled up, but he was too late. Hakeem and Rick were already exiting the car.
“What up my nigga?” Hakeem asked while reaching for the blunt.
“It ain’t shit bro,” Duke responded while passing it to Hakeem.
Hakeem could sense the nervousness in Duke’s demeanor, and quickly asked, “Where Tank?”
“He inside!”
“What about the girl?”
“She inside too!” Duke promptly responded.
Hakeem opened the door to see his partner lying on the couch with Charrise’s naked body on top of him. He was rubbing her hair like she was a small puppy. Once Tank recognized that it was Hakeem, he threw Charrise off him and onto the floor.
“Uhh…Uhhh… me and Duke was just having a little fun with shorty, that’s all, Havok.” Tank blurted out.
Hakeem turned and stared at Duke who had a guilty look on his face. Both men stood like two kids who had just broke their mother’s favorite dish. Hakeem finally broke the silence.
“Please tell me how you niggas got at that pussy before me?”
Tank and Duke smiled simultaneously as they realized that they were both off the hook.
“Tank, since your big ass over there with the bitch all laid up on you like a baby, how about you take her in the bathroom and clean her up and get her ready for a real nigga! And what you give the hoe? Cause I know the bitch got to be riding on something to let you two thirsty niggas hit without a fight!” Hakeem turned and hit Rick in the stomach with a light tap.
Almost on cue, Rick began to laugh along with Hakeem. Tank did as he was told, and with meticulous detail, he washed Charrise from head to toe. Hakeem and Rick got tired of waiting and came inside the small bathroom and both took turns having their way with Charrise. Duke even had a second round once Rick and Hakeem grew tired of the sex with the limp body. Once every man had fully relieved themselves, Hakeem instructed Tank to tie her back up, but leave her clothes off, just in case he got the feeling again.
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Selena and Kasy pulled the black SUV into the available parking space behind the 2012 silver 535 BMW. The Target parking lot was the fifth stop Tiffany had made on that rainy night. Selena and Kasy were growing tired of waiting for the opportunity to grab her, but they each knew that the situation required both patience and discipline. With this in mind, Target wasn’t the right place, with of all the security cameras lining the department store parking area.
After about an hour and half, Tiffany returned to her vehicle. She popped the trunk and placed four large bags inside. She looked around as if she knew someone was watching her, but for whatever reason, she never thought to look at the vehicle right behind her. Instead, she jumped into the driver’s seat of her car and headed back down highway 85 South in the direction of the Westside of Charlotte. Kasy was dipping in and out of the interstate traffic in an attempt to keep up with Tiffany who was driving like she was in a NASCAR race.
Finally, she exited off the expressway to West Blvd. Tiffany traveled about a mile down the road before she pulled into a small corner store. Kasy perked up as he instructed Selena to get ready.
“Look cuzzo, this is as good as it probably is going to get. You know this small ass store don’t have no outside security. So once she comes back out, go ahead and grab the bitch so we can get back to our side of town.”
Selena, as if she didn’t need the pep talk, was already half way out the car before Kasy finished. As Tiffany was about to re-enter her vehicle, she felt the pinch of the cold steel of the pistol at her lower back and mid-section.
“Bitch just give me a reason to finish that ass whopping I started on you at the club,” Selena whispered in her ear.
Tiffany just froze. The ice-cold Snapple bottle she was sipping on began to shake vigorously in her hand. While Selena walked her back to the 2012 Chevy Tahoe, She placed Tiffany into the front seat and entered the rear, taking the seat directly behind Tiffany.
Kasy shot Tiffany a smile and offered her some kind words. “Look ma, just do as you’re told and you can be home by tomorrow. But, if you or your man decides to act up, well let’s just say neither of you will see home again, you understand?”
Tiffany shook her head, letting Kasy know that she understood fully.
“See cuz, isn’t it beautiful when everyone can get along?” Kasy said in a joking manner, and looked back at Selena who still had the gun barrel fixed on Tiffany’s head.
Kasy pulled out his cell phone and scrolled down to Brianna’s name and pressed send.
She quickly answered “Yes! Tell me something good, please!”
“We got the package and headed back to the spot, so make the call and we can get this shit over with tonight.” Kasy spoke.
“No doubt, I’ll hit you back once I let this nigga know two can play this game.” Brianna responded with a smile on her face.
She hadn’t shown any signs of pleasure in the last week, but she was sure that would be over once she called Hakeem and let him know that she had his baby’s mother and would only be willing to allow her to see tomorrow if he was prepared to trade Charrise’s life for Tiffany’s.
Brianna quickly ended the call with Kasy and pressed Charrise’s number since it was the last number the kidnappers had called her from. She made sure to push FaceTime. Brianna wanted to see the expression on Hakeem’s face when she gave him the bad news. Just as she had expected, Hakeem answered the phone on the third ring. He was standing in the living room of the small house with Rick and Duke. He quickly pressed the speaker icon so his boys could hear Brianna beg him for her sister’s life.
“What it do bitch, you got my bread ready?” Hakeem asked in a smug tone. Rick and Duke smiled at the boss way Hakeem was handling Brianna.
“Bitch? Nigga, I know you ain’t talking with your snitch ass. I heard what happened to you up in county with your weak punk self. You telling that hoe of a baby momma of yours that I was just sucking your dick, but the word out here is my head ain’t shit compared to yours!” Brianna let out a small chuckle.
Hakeem sat on the phone in complete silence for a moment. Although he knew it wasn’t true, the fact that Brianna said some shit like that had him steaming. Then to add insult to injury, his partners were looking at him with a faces that asked, “Is this true?” Hakeem knew no matter what he said, it wouldn’t 100% clear his boys’ minds.
“Bitch you still there?” Brian
na asked. Feeling that her words had cut him deep, she continued. “And pussy boy, there won’t be no money exchange instead it will be a life for a life. Yea bitch ass nigga, I got your girl and if you want to see her again, how about you listen up and let me tell you how this shit is going to go down.” Brianna smiled inwardly feeling like she had the upper hand.
“You stupid yellow bitch! You think I give a fuck about that hoe? Shit, I got three more baby mommas. I will lose that one gladly. Now are you ready to lose your sister is the question. From what I remember, you don’t have too many people who love you in this world. So you tell me bitch, what life you exchanging me for her, because the only ones I’m interested in is the dead lives of presidents on that green paper. And since you want to be so cute and fly with the mouth and you think a nigga playing with you, how about I show you this shit is real!”
“Go get that bitch!” Hakeem shouted to Duke and Rick. “Bring her pretty ass in here so I can show her sister what we do to bitches with fly mouths!”
Brianna couldn’t make out what happened because the screen kept going in and out of focus from the constant movement. Once the movement stopped, the picture came back into focus and Brianna could see Hakeem’s face with two men holding Charrise behind him. Charrise had been stripped down to nothing but her panties and bra.
Brianna yelled into the phone. “Hakeem, I know you a dirty nigga, but please tell me you didn’t allow them bastards to violate my sister?” Brianna asked with a shiver in her voice and her eyes filling up with tears.
“Hell no, I didn’t just let them violate her, I got me some of that Campbell pussy too. I got to say, that shit was good, but she ain’t got you babe, so don’t worry. You still my GOAT.” Brianna began shaking her head vigorously from side to side.
Through clinched teeth, Brianna issued another threat. “Hakeem I’m going to give you this money and then I’m going to kill you, do you understand that?”
Hakeem laughed loudly, starting a ripple effect with the other two men around him. Almost on cue, they all stopped when Hakeem began to speak again. “Brianna babe, I’m not through with you or her yet. So if that got you ready to kill a nigga, I got something really good for you.” Hakeem turned around and spoke to his two goons. “Take that tape off that little bitch’s mouth.”
Duke did as he was instructed and Charrise screamed. “Bri help me please sis help me please!”
She was cut off by a vicious right hook from Hakeem to the jaw. Charrise felt the pain all through her skull, but before she could cry out, another blow caught the other side of her face. She wanted to cry, but the constant barrage of punches drove her small frame to the floor. Where she was met with kicks and stomps from all three men. Hakeem made sure he kept the phone’s camera directly on the damage him and his boys were to Charrise.
Finally, once Charrise’s body went limp, he yelled back into the phone. “Now Bitch do you still think I’m playing with your stanking ass?”
Brianna couldn’t even speak. She just nodded her head in agreement.
“Good, now to make sure you fully understand, and so that we don’t have any more mix ups. Plus that little comment earlier, this is for you.”
Hakeem walked over to Charrise. He grabbed her still motionless frame and placed it before the dirty toilet in the small bathroom. He opened her mouth and positioned it on the dirty rim of the porcelain area. Charrise’s head kept tilting to the side, so Hakeem had Rick come over and hold it upright, like I place kicker on the football field.
Brianna screamed with horror coating her every word. “Please Hakeem don’t do this!” she begged. “I understand, I didn’t mean to say that, I’m sorry. Please Hakeem, I will give you whatever you want please… please…”
Brianna’s cries went unanswered has Hakeem took his booted right foot and with all the force of his torso, he smashed the heel of his shoe into the back of Charrise’s head. The force of the impact made a loud thump, only to be followed by the cracking of Charrise’s teeth against the strong porcelain structure.
Duke turned his head. The Bojangles he had consumed earlier was about to come back up. Damn, he thought to himself. Hakeem is one sick motherfucker.
Rick let Charrise’s head fall to the floor. Blood gushed from her mouth and nose.
Hakeem looked back into the phone. “Now have my money here before midnight. You come alone, and if I even think you got someone with you, I will put your sister out her misery!” Hakeem lifted up Charrise’s head to get a good look at the damage he had inflicted, then continued. “You may want to make it before eleven. I don’t want the little bitch to bleed out,” he said with a laugh. The screen went blank.
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Brianna’s whole body began to tremble. She knew that all this was her fault. She started to think that maybe her stepfather had been right. It seemed like everything she touched ended up in a worse position because of her. But she knew she had no time to soak in her own misery, Charrise needed her now more than ever. Brianna took several deep breaths and on the last one, she held it as long as possible before blowing all the old wind out of her lungs.
She called Kasy’s phone and in a slow monotone voice, she spoke. “Kasy the plan is off. Hakeem don’t give a fuck about that chick or nobody else, I’m going to have to pay him the money to get my sister back, and that’s how it’s going to be.”
“But Bri…” Kasy tried to interject.
Brianna cut him off in her same tone. “No Kasy, there are no buts, I have to follow what he says. I don’t give fuck about this money or what happens to me anymore. I have lost the love of my life because of money, and I’m not about to lose the one other person who loves me in this world for the same reason.”
Kasy could hear the defeat in her voice so he didn’t try to convince her that going alone was a bad decision. Instead, he offered some common street reasoning. “Look Bri, you the boss and I really feel your pain. But if you not going to let us go with you, at least text me the address once you get there. That way if the nigga decide to try some funny shit, you can go knowing that me and Selena got your back, you feel me mama?”
“Yea, I feel you, so that’s a fo sure.” Brianna had to admit that would be a great last thought, knowing that Hakeem and his crew would never live to enjoy the money. “Kasy I love you, and tell Selena I love her too.”
“Nah ma, you going to have to tell her yourself, when we meet after this shit is over, and I love you too. Now what do you want us to do with this bitch Tiffany?” he asked.
“I don’t give a fuck at this point. He doesn’t care about that bitch and neither do I. My only concern is Charrise. As far as I’m concerned you can drop that bitch in the middle of nowhere and let her find her own way back home. She just needs to be happy she’s alive.”
“Aiight, consider it done!” Kasy responded quickly.
Brianna hung up the phone and went into her small office and removed the large Persian rug from the middle of the floor, revealing the in-floor safe. With shaking hands she punched in the code to the digital pad 12-20-75, Tre’s birthday. The green light and the clicking sound signaled that the safe was ready to be opened. Brianna counted out the half million dollars and placed it into the two large Louis Vuitton luggage carriers.
Her phone began to ring again and she looked down at the screen and saw Brandon’s name and picture smiling up at her. Seeing his expression put a large grin on her face, but she swiftly pressed ignore. He had been calling her for that last 3 days and she had been ignoring him every time, waiting for the drama in her life to be over so she could spend some quality time with him. But the way her life was going, the drama would never end, and in her mind, it would be better to let Brandon go on his way before he got wrapped up in her deadly world.
Brianna placed the suitcases in her Range Rover and prepared to leave. As she pulled out the driveway, she saw Brandon trying to flag her down out the corner of her eye. Knowing she was in no state of mind to talk with him, she pressed harder on the a
ccelerator and ignored his cries as the truck drove down the narrow dark street until Brandon could only see the brake lights as Brianna made a right onto the major street.
Chapter Fourteen
Cowboy and Tank pulled up a block away from the brick front home where they had begun their latest mission. Only this time, they were going to get Herman. Herman didn’t know that when he made his deal with Hakeem, he had made a pact with the devil.
It was Cowboy’s second visit to the house in less than a week. The feeling he had earlier was coming back to him. He knew the street and the home whose driveway they sat quietly in, he just couldn’t remember how. Tank broke Cowboy’s thoughts as his mind began to trace back through his memory, attempting to place this location.
“Yo Unk, remember, everyone inside must die. No one left breathing is how Keem wants it, you feel me?”
“Yeah, I got you young blood, but one question, why we got to bring the bodies back? That’s like throwing rocks at the penitentiary, riding around with dead bodies in the car. Does your man not trust that we handling our business?”
“Unk I don’t know, but for a hundred fifty stacks, I don’t give a fuck. If you want, you don’t have to ride back with me and the bodies and we can split the money 70/30.” Tank said with a sly smile on his face.
Cowboy looked back over at him with a ‘nigga please’ look before he responded. “Youngin’ just get out the car and let’s go take care of this shit, so I can get my money.”
“Yea that’s what I figured.” Tank responded while opening the door to the sedan and heading to the rear of the house.
The entire yard was still as dark as the night when they had come to kidnap Charrise. The only difference was a TV was loudly blasting some type of sports game. Tank opened the small fenced door that led to the rear patio of the home. When he stepped on the old wooded deck, he thought he had given himself and his partner away with the loud creeks resounding from the dying wood with every step he and Cowboy took.
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