by Jahquel J
“Like Reshawn left you? He’s engaged to this slut with a new baby and you walking around playing fucking stupid. I don’t need advice from you, Tiff, I’m all good. What you need to be worrying about is the little faggot you got back home and Quinton who abandoned you during your time in need. You can barely keep a man. See, your life is one big mess and you’re trying to school me on mine. Get your shit together and worry about that. Okay, sis?” Tyrisha stumbled up the stairs. Tiffany wiped a lone tear that trickled down her cheek. Tiffany knew Tyrisha was drunk, however she knew a drunk mouth told sober thoughts.
Chapter Eight
Reshawn pulled into the driveway of the trap house he had in Brownsville. He killed the engine and hopped out with a duffle bag. Moses stood watching his brother from the doorway. Reshawn reached Moses and gave him a pound. They both stood on the porch watching a bunch of teenage boys unpacked the car.
“Damn. You move fast, don’t you?” Reshawn laughed. He recognized one of the boys from around the way.
“Close mouths don’t get fed. How was the ride on the way up?” Moses questioned. He knew it was risky having him drive up with all that work. He was glad it paid off and now he had the product ready move.
“I feel you, when is Victor flying in?” Reshawn bypassed Moses and went into the house. The chilly weather made his bones cold. Moses followed behind him into the house.
“Victor is here, you know he doesn’t like to be around unless there is work that needs to be handled.”
“My question is why do we need Pretty boy Floyd? What can he do that we can’t?” Reshawn needed to know. He personally didn’t know why he had everyone come to New York, but knowing Moses, he needed everyone he loved close.
“Victor knows people and places. Remember I haven’t been back to New York since I left and you might know a few but on a smaller scale. Now Victor doesn’t even live in this country and he knows people. Relax, Rah, I know what I’m doing,” Moses patted Reshawn on the back.
Both men sat at the table breaking all the drugs down for distribution. Moses hadn’t done this part of the game in years but he didn’t want to bring anybody into the loop. He didn’t trust people in New York. Moses could have easily had Victor Have his people distribute the work, but he’d rather put the work in. Reshawn got up and washed his hands, he grabbed his coat and said bye to his brother. He needed to check in on Mezzie and his kids.
*
Reshawn walked into the house and could cut the tension with a knife; Tiffany had a ‘screw face’ on, washing the baby bottles while Mezzie sat at the counter on the laptop browsing wedding gowns. Reshawn peeked around for Tyrisha but she was nowhere in sight. Reshawn kissed Mezzie’s soft lips and kissed Tiffany on the cheek.
“What’s going on, ladies?” Reshawn asked sarcastically.
“Nothing,” Both women responded not bothering to look up.
“I need your credit card.” Mezzie broke her glance at the laptop screen briefly to look Reshawn’s dark brown eyes. Reshawn went into his wallet and handed Mezzie the credit card. Tiffany had finished washing the bottles and stood facing the two. Both Mezzie and Reshawn made her want to be in Marquise’s arms. She made a mental note to call him.
“Is anybody going to tell me what’s going on? Where my kids at?” Reshawn tired again.
“Madison and AJ are in the room watching Yo Gabba Gabba and Ray is upstairs sleeping. He had me and Tiff up all night. I think he has colic,” Mezzie sighed. Just as Reshawn was about to respond, Tyrisha came into the kitchen fully dressed. She grabbed a granola bar, orange and left out the front door without saying anything to anyone.
“I know Tyrisha can’t stand me or Mezzie but she wouldn’t leave without speaking to you, Tiff.”
“She had some choice words for me last night about y’all two’s relationship. I don’t even know who she is anymore. She leaves her son and doesn’t even ask if someone can watch him,” Tiffany huffed taking a bottle from the drying rack. She knew Tyrisha’s son would be up soon.
“You know she barely have that lil nigga. Moses pay that nanny better than himself. Every time I go to their crib she’s on her way out and the baby on the nanny’s hip,” Reshawn said.
“The bitch had the nerve to come in last night drunk and call her self telling me off. I don’t like the situation I am in as much as she doesn’t but I’m not going to walk around mad about it. Do I wish we could have made it work as a family? Yes. Do I wish I didn’t fly down to Miami to be in all this drama? Hell yea. What I will not do is put this woman down every chance I get,” Tiffany pointed at Mezzie. “Mez you could have gotten another man but you didn’t. What’s done is done and I can’t change it. The sooner Tyrisha realizes that, the much better she will be,” Tiffany expressed and took the bottle she prepared upstairs for Tyrisha’s son. Reshawn and Mezzie sat looking at each other for a few minutes before Mezzie spoke.
“I feel bad, Reshawn,” Mezzie lightly spoke.
“Why, babe? Tyrisha got us in this bull shit, you shouldn’t feel nothing.”
“Fuck that bitch, I’m talking about Tiffany. She does a lot for me and you. Not to mention she is your baby mother. When I was having trouble settling into being a mother to AJ again, she helped me out. I wish I could take this all away from her,” Mezzie got up from her seat and closed the laptop.
“Why don’t you both have a girl night? I’ll watch the kids and you two go out and enjoy yourself,” Reshawn pulled Mezzie in his lap and kissed her neck.
Meanwhile …..
Kim rustled with the front door before she got the door opened. She dropped her bags in the foyer and went into the kitchen. Kim grabbed a grape from the fruit bowl and continued upstairs to find the maid. She needed her to carry everything into her closet. She looked in and out of each room calling Rosario’s name. Kim heard music and smelled incense coming from the master bedroom. Fuming, she hurried and open the bedroom door. She found Rosario bent over her chaise lounge getting fucked by Tone.
“Tone!” Kim yelled over the music. Tone was so deep into his strokes he didn’t hear Kim yelling his name. Kim walked over to the stereo and turned it off. Tone stopped fucking Rosario and turned toward Kim.
“I thought I told you not to fuck the help while she is working?” Kim questioned. Tone pulled his dick out of Rosario’s pussy and pulled his silk boxers up. Rosario hurried into the master bathroom making sure not to look at Kim.
“Yeah, but when she walk around switching like that it don’t help,” Tone confessed. He walked over to Kim and kissed her on the lips with the same mouth he used to eat Rosario’s pussy moments before. Kim tasted the familiar taste and slapped him in the face.
“Don’t be kissing me with pussy on your breath. Get dressed. We got that meeting in an hour. You know how traffic is on the Verrazano around this time.” Kim wiped her lips and went into the bathroom Rosario was getting dressed in. Kim snatched the door open not bothering to knock. Why should she? The bitch was in her house fucking her husband. They shared the same dick, privacy was out. Rosario sat on the counter giving herself a quick bird bath. Kim turned her face up and continued into her closet that was in the bathroom.
“You could have at least showered, bitch,” Kim snarled before closing the door. Rosario rolled her eyes. She just wanted to do her job. Fucking Tone was a mistake.
*
The sun started to set and the winter air was brisk, the wind violently shook the shutters on the old abandoned tavern “Jonesies” the meeting was taking place in. Kim and Tone were in the Arlington, a part of Staten Island. Kim stepped out the car and adjusted her black mink shawl around her shoulders. Tone stood on the curb looking at his sexy wife; although he treated her like shit, he loved his wife.
“Why are you so dressed up? We not going to a show,” Tone cracked a joke.
“I like to look good at all times.” Kim smirked and walked up the three wooden steps that lead inside the Tavern. Tone and Kim was greeted by Tone’s cousin, Tone nodded at his c
ousin who showed him where to go. Tone went to the back behind the bar with Kim on his heels. Tone walked into the room to find Lace sitting behind the desk with his body guard and brief case.
“Long time don’t see Lace. How’s life been treating you?” Tone shook his hand and sat down. Tone patted his lap for Kim to take a seat. Lace stared at the beauty Tone had on his lap. She was stunning.
“I'm good. Are you back in the city for good?” Lace had to know.
“I’m back for good, I know you hear my name flooding the streets with that good white,” Tone just had to brag.
“I’ve been hearing a little something nothing too big. What do I owe this meeting?” Lace questioned. Tone had been putting out there he wanted to meet with him. Lace was low key whereas Tone liked to be big man on top. Lace was the opposite. Half his team didn’t know he was the main nigga in charge. Lace put in work just like the rest of his team, if not more.
“I heard you going down another road and I want to know if you got room in the passenger seat.”
“You heard right.”
“You gonna put me on?”
“Do you even know what I am doing?” Lace asked annoyed. How was this nigga asking about being put on and not even have knowledge about the operation? Typical greedy nigga. On any other circumstance he would never have consider putting Tone on but he had something he needed to make his business bullet proof.
“How did you even find out?”
“Niggas talk and I listen. Now can you enlighten me?” Tone accepted the drink Kim was offering him.
“Well, about two years ago I came across situation that would make me millions, which it has. As you know, I was a knuckle head corner boy with barely a roof over my head. All I had to do was kidnap some strippers in Harlem and I was paid lovely. I don’t like to share unless it’s needed. I started kidnapping strippers, prostitutes and crack heads. I bring them to an undisclosed location and I get them pregnant and I sell their babies. I can get up to a hundred thousand dollars for a baby with no papers and twice that for babies with forged papers.”
“You fucking these bitches?” Tone asked disgusted.
“Hell no, the family usually provide me with the sperm so the baby can have some kind of kinship to them. Up until now I have been turkey basting those bitches and bringing them to the hospital once they’re in labor. That is costing me more money than I’m making. So I decided to try and deliver a couple babies and they died. What I need is a doctor and I know your wife is a doctor. I have a whole wing that can be transformed into an medical wing if she accepts.” Lace smoked his cigarette. Tone sat in deep thought. He had something Lace needed: Kim.
“Before you go thinking I need you. I don’t. I have an OB/GYN set to fly in next month from Jamaica. The reason I’m giving you the chance is because she requires a lot of money and she’s coming under false pretenses. Your wife knows the world you’re in so I figured I’d offer it since you were looking for me,” Lace put out there before Tone got big-headed.
“Aight, let me know when we are making this happen?” Tone grabbed the briefcase. Lace grabbed his hand before he could lift the brief case up.
“Tomorrow night. I’m about my business and I would like to see her on time. Plus, I have a girl pregnant with triplets.”
“Uh, that’s a high risk pregnancy. They might need to be in ICU,” Kim interjected.
“I have all that shit set up. Incubators, whatever you need. If you need something else we can get it ASAP.” Lace sat back down. Tone looked at Lace and Kim. He just wanted his money. Kim was a lot of things but she wasn’t cold-hearted. She didn’t know if she could watch them rip babies away from their mothers. She wanted to punch Tone for volunteering her without her consideration. She quickly weighed her options. If she did it she would be as sick as they were, and if she didn’t, the poor babies would die.
“Text the address and I’ll be there.” Kim walked out, bothered with the task she was about to undergo. Tone followed behind her with a briefcase full of money on cloud nine, not knowing he had just signed a check that his ass wouldn’t be able to cash.
Chapter Nine
Moses and Reshawn walked into the mansion they had just picked the lock to, while Tiffany and Mezzie walked around the back. Reshawn let Tiffany and Mezzie in like they were visiting him. Rosario ran and gave Reshawn a kiss on the cheek and greeted everyone else. Mezzie stood looking with her face screwed up,
“This is Rosario, everyone.” Reshawn pulled her into his arms.
“What the fuck is this? Your new bitch?” Mezzie was the first to speak,
“Relax, baby. This is an old friend.” Reshawn pulled Mezzie into his arms. Mezzie calmed down but she kept her eye on Ms. Rosario.
“She is the reason we are in Tone’s house right now.”
“So why the fuck did we just break in? By the way his security system is weak as hell,” Mezzie added.
“So it look like we broke in. Shut the hell up and spread out,” Moses roared, he was pissed for two reasons: Tyrisha wasn’t here putting in work and she wasn’t at home at least watching the children.
Moses and Mezzie ended up being upstairs in the master bedroom. Moses was trying his best to think how a slime ball like Tone would stash his money. Mezzie already knew where. She walked out the master bedroom and into the bathroom. She knew Tone loved bathroom closets. She walked into the first door to woman clothes. She sat there confused to as why Tone would have a whole closet filled with woman clothing. It wasn’t cheap items of clothing; there were a pair of shoes Mezzie spotted that cost twenty grand.
Mezzie saw a lab coat hanging near a nice Dior wedding gown. She looked at the name tag and it said Kim. Mezzie went to the center island and looked at the bedazzled picture frame that housed a picture of the woman she saw at Tone’s house who also was the doctor on call that night at the hospital.
“Reshawn!” Mezzie yelled. Reshawn and Moses came running into the bathroom. Mezzie had closed the door behind her so she opened it and welcomed them into the closet.
“What happened, Mez?” Moses asked.
“Reshawn, remember the doctor who came out to talk to you about Tiffany and Moses? I never told you but the day before everything went down I saw her leaving Tone’s house .I didn’t think nothing of it until she came out and introduced herself as the doctor. I told myself I would get down to the bottom of it but life got in the way and I forgot,” Mezzie sighed disappointed.
“It’s alright, Mez. Why were you in here anyway?” Moses asked skeptical.
“I was looking for Tone’s closet.” Mezzie left the closet abruptly. Reshawn thought she caught feelings.
“Damn, Moses. You don’t have to come at her like that. I know that’s her baby father and all but she been riding with us for a minute.”
“You right, Rah, I’ll go apologize.” Before Moses could leave the room Mezzie came back with a brick of gold in one hand and a stack on hundreds.
“Damn, baby, you did the fucking thing,” Reshawn got horny seeing his lady holding all that money.
“It’s about twenty more of these gold bricks and a lot of money. Where is Tiffany? We gotta move this quick,” Moses directed.
*
The long dick invaded the back of Tyrisha’s mouth like a ground hog to its cave. Tyrisha didn’t gag one bit while Lace held her 22 inch Malaysian weave in the grips of his hands. Lace looked Tyrisha in the eye every time he pounded her face with his dick. Tyrisha removed his grip from her hair and took hold of Lace’s dick. She took the 12 inch member out her mouth and licked up and down like the black, shiny lollipop it was. She took Lace’s whole dick back into her mouth while caressing his balls. She did a suctioning noise with her mouth making the grip her mouth had on his dick tighter…if possible. Lace couldn’t take it any longer he pulled Tyrisha away and came all over her bare breast.
“Yo, they should call you ‘Super head’,” Lace confessed pulling Tyrisha up to her feet. Tyrisha smiled with a devilish smile and licked
her lips.
“That was something light.” She downplayed the situation.
Tyrisha and Lace had been hanging out a lot more. Tyrisha loved the attention Lace showed her. She knew he was into shady shit but that had nothing to do with her. As long as he continued to break her off with money and clothes, she was okay. Even though she could afford all the stuff Lace bought her it also felt good to be paid attention to.
Moses had been ignoring her more and more. The only time he wanted to pay her mind was when it had something to do with the baby. Tyrisha loved her son but she was young and wanted to live; not be tied down like Tiffany and Mezzie. She wanted to go back to that girl who didn’t have any responsibilities and shopped all day without a care in the world. That was back when Moses treated her like his princess. That was what Lace provided. Unbeknownst to Tyrisha, that was about to come to a stop.
“What you doing tonight, boo?” Tyrisha asked, sashaying across the room naked. The baby weight was gone and she had not one stretch mark in sight.
“I have some business to attend to. You can go home and I’ll hit you up tomorrow.” Lace kissed her lips. Tyrisha was cool to fuck and hang with, but that was about it. Somehow he felt she wasn’t being completely honest with herself. Lace didn’t get where he was by never checking shit out thoroughly.
*
Tyrisha walked into the brownstone, annoyed she had to come home. She and Moses didn’t get along and she and Tiffany didn’t even speak to each other unless it was needed. Nobody was home but the nanny Moses was forced to hire since Tyrisha refused to watch the children.
Tyrisha grabbed a bottle of Ciroc and escaped upstairs without saying a word. She grabbed her expensive bath scrub and continued to the bathroom. Tyrisha undressed and got into the shower, the waterfall shower head engulfed her body in water. Tyrisha brushed her hair out her face and let the water bring her into deep thought.
She knew what she was doing was wrong. The reason everyone was involved in this mess was because she couldn’t keep her legs closed to one man. Now she was involved with Lace, even though they just met and were getting to know one another. Tyrisha knew he was someone she wanted to be with. Moses was a good man but he still held her responsible for what she said when she came out of being unconscious.
