Born Sinners

by Marlon McCaulsky

“This is all a mistake, Bishop, I…”

  Bishop snapped and started beating Benny with the bat. He broke his arm, fractured his hand, and exposed bone on his shoulder. Benny was howling like a wounded beast. Bishop was savage and enjoying his work. Most men in the room had never witnessed firsthand Bishop’s fury. It was a message sent to all that this was the cost of disloyalty. By the time Bishop was done, Benny was barely alive. His body was broken. He sat in the chair like a broken doll. His breathing was short, and he was barely conscious. Blood and piss were both leaving his body. Most men in the room were sick to their stomachs as they looked at the twisted mess Benny was now. An example had been made. Damien stared at Benny unflinching, and he enjoyed the show.

  “Papa…” Benny said nearly inaudible.

  “What that nigga said?” Bishop asked.

  Damien leaned in closer and listened to Benny’s mumbling.

  “Papa,” Damien said to Bishop, confused. “This nigga is delirious.”

  “No, he means Papa Glock. That Haitian drug lord I’ve been telling you about, Bishop.” Dwayne said to him.

  “Hmm. Alright. It looks like you’re my new number two man Dwayne. Handle that shit, and see that Benny gets a nice place to sleep tonight.” Bishop said, and then put back on his coat and fedora. Bishop took a few steps toward Damien and paused as if he was debating to say something to him. “I’m sorry to hear about your mother.”

  Damien was taken aback by his words, and he wasn’t sure how to respond.

  “It’s a’ight. Thank you for sending the flowers.”

  Bishop nodded and walked out of the warehouse with Clifford behind him. Dwayne turned and looked at Benny as he was taking his finial breaths in the chair.

  “I told you, you weren’t smart enough for this game Benny. You should’ve listened.” Dwayne said, and then looked at Damien and nodded.

  Damien took his Glock, put it to Benny’s head and put his brains on the floor.

  14

  Homie Lover Friend

  April 1994

  Stacy had never thought too much about the games she played with men. Most men know a woman like her can only be kept with money, but most men are not like Damien. Stacy was now caught in a nightmare, and she had no idea how to wake up from it. He wanted to know her every move, and kept tabs on her on the regular. Since the night he hit her, Stacy had made sure not to set him off again.

  Damien still gave her money to go shopping, but Stacy began to realize that money couldn’t buy her happiness. Damien did keep his word and moved them into a two- bedroom, two-bathroom apartment on 96th street on the upper west side near Central Park. Damien was a hustler on the rise, but all Stacy could think of lately was Remo. Even when she and Damien had sex, she would close her eyes and imagine it was Remo that she making love to again.

  “Yo, me and Dwayne got to go out of town for a few days and take care of some business for Bishop.”

  “Oh, when are you leaving?”

  “This afternoon, but we’ll be back on Monday. Why don’t you and Larissa go shopping or something.” Damien said as he gave Stacy an envelope with $2,000 dollars in it.

  Something’s up, Damien hates it when I go shopping with Larissa, Stacy thought as she took the money.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I told you out of town. Don’t be asking so many questions.” Damien said in a raised tone. That confirmed Stacy’s suspicion.

  He’s got some hoe he’s gonna be spending the weekend with? Thank God, he’ll be away from me, Stacy thought. She was right. Damien had made plans to hook up with Karmen this weekend. He was going to take her up to Connecticut to a little bed and breakfast inn.

  “I’m sorry baby, I’m just gonna miss you.” Stacy purred in a sexy tone.

  “Yeah, you know I’m doing all this for us.”

  Whatever, nigga. Whoever she is, I hope she keeps you, Stacy thought as she gave him a hug. Even though Damien was still messing around on Stacy, he did love her in his own way. Stacy was still a sexy ass woman. Damien slipped his hands underneath her sweatpants and panties and felt her warm pussy. Stacy was sitting on the kitchen island.

  He wants some pussy before he goes. Fine, whatever, just hurry up and get outta here, Stacy thought. Stacy unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick as Damien pulled down her pants and let them drop to the floor. Damien pulled her thong to the side, and then pushed inside her. He began to thrust in and out of her as she sat on the edge of the island.

  “Yes, that’s it! You’re so big. Fuck!” Stacy rolled her eyes and yelled. Stacy had lost all pleasure having sex with Damien. She became real creative in faking orgasms instead. He soon got his and pulled out of her. He got his bag and left. Stacy went and took a shower, and then paged Remo because she wanted to see him. It had been too long since she had been with a real man.

  Damien did have some business to take care of with Dwayne before he saw Karmen. Since Bishop had merked Benny, Dwayne had been working to recoup the damage he did. Dwayne found another corner to sling dope out of in the Taft Projects. It was a difficult homecoming for Damien, but business must continue.

  “Now that the FBI has lost their informant, they be watching us even closer.” Dwayne mentioned to Irv, Nard, and Damien.

  “We don’t fuck with nobody brand new. You know all the young niggas we got out here slangin’ for us, so make sure they stay on point. Irv, you got the west side to manage. Damien, you got the east side. Nobody calls me directly. You send a page from a pay phone and I’ll hit you back.” Dwayne explained to them.

  Nard stared at his cousin. “What about me?”

  “Ah, just stay with Irv.” Dwayne said to him dryly. Nard still isn’t street smart enough to be left on his own, Dwayne thought.

  “So how are things going with Bishop, my nigga?” Damien asked Dwayne.

  “Fucked up. The FBI has him under surveillance now. There’s no telling how much knowledge Benny dropped on us, so now we’ve got to re-think how we do business.”

  “But I thought Bishop had a man on the inside.”

  “Yeah, he was keeping some attention away from Bishop, but now that Benny snitched, they’ve got him in the crosshairs.”

  Stacy was relived to be rid of Damien for the weekend. She went out and deposited the money he gave her into a secret account she had started a few months ago. She realized she needed money before she left Damien. She had nothing in her name and needed to stack her own paper on the side. This was the first time in her life she started to think about her life in long term. After she graduated high school, she never gave college a second thought. She was getting money from Damien, so she never gave her future as an adult much thought until now. Once she got home, she sent Remo a page, and within minutes her phone rang.

  “What’s up?”

  She smiled. “Hey baby, what ya doing?”

  “I’m at the Hit Factory laying down some tracks.” He told her.

  “The Hit Factory? The studio? You rap?” she asked surprised.

  “Naw, I do beats.” He clarified. “Are you at home?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Where’s your man at?”

  “He’s gone for the weekend and I wanna be with you.” She said to him happily.

  “Okay, where do you want me to pick you up at? I’ll come scoop you up.”

  Stacy told him to meet her at the McDonalds, and he said he’d be there in ten minutes. It gave Stacy enough time to put on something that would drive Remo crazy. She put on a black tennis skirt and a matching halter-top that showed off her flat belly. She threw on some black high heeled shoes and walked down the street to the McDonalds to wait for Remo.

  Three minutes later, Remo pulled up in his Suburban. Stacy was so excited to see him again that it made her thong wet. Stacy got inside his ride, and her sexy ass once again blew Remo away.

  “Hey baby,” Stacy leaned over and gave Remo a long slow French kiss.

  “Damn, I missed you.” Remo whispered to her.

>   “Not as much as I missed you,” she replied.

  Remo put the truck in drive and pulled off.

  She looked at him and asked, “So you do beats?”

  “Yeah, me and my nigga Nott started making beats in high school.”

  She shook her head, “I didn’t even know that! Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

  “It never came up.” Remo retorted with a chuckle.

  “Can I hear some?” Remo reached and turned on the CD player and went to track number four. A piano rift played, and then the thump of a baseline hit. Stacy started bobbing her head to the beat and smiled.

  “Damn this shit hits so hard! This is what you were doing at the studio?” “Yeah, a nigga can’t be hustling in these streets forever.”

  She was happy to hear him say that. “So are we gonna go to your place this time?”

  “My place?” Remo said, playing dumb. Stacy stared at him matter-of-factly. “Yeah baby, we’re going to my place.” Remo said as he smiled at her.

  Remo drove her to his place in Clinton Hill, Brooklyn. As they walked to his door, Remo held her hand. As soon as they walked through his door Stacy stopped him. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. She had been dying to be with him again.

  Remo felt up her skirt and slid his fingers underneath her thong and fingered. Her pussy was so wet that his fingers went in with ease. He pushed in and out and rubbed her clit with his thumb at the same time. Stacy was in bliss as she felt herself cum on his fingers. Pretty soon she was bucking up and down on his hand as his fingers found her G-spot and she came again.

  Remo pulled down her tennis skirt and laid her down on the couch. He undid his pants and pulled down his boxers. Stacy sprung up from the couch. She grabbed his large erect dick and put it in her mouth. First she sucked the head nice and slow. With her tongue she made wet circles as she played with his balls with her hand. Then she took in as much of him as she could. Normally Stacy would take her time and drive a man crazy, but she was on a different level this time. She sucked, slurped, and swallowed as much of Remo as she could. Remo began to thrust his hips forward as Stacy took him to the back of her throat. Remo closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip as Stacy had her way with him.

  Remo pulled out of her mouth before he came and laid her back down on the couch. He rubbed his penis up and down her pussy, and then slowly entered her inch by inch. Stacy’s body shivered like it did the first time she felt him inside of her. She opened her mouth but nothing came out except a silent scream of joy and ecstasy. Remo pulled his dick all the way out, leaving only the tip inside of her. Then he plummeted back into her tight wet vagina. Remo once again found the bottom of her love canal as each hard, deep stroke made her gasp for air.

  “Ah…Aahh…Ah…Aahh…Oh shit!” Stacy exclaimed.

  There was no need to fake an orgasm with Remo. Her legs were pulled straight up and her knees were by Remo’s head as he pounded deeper into her pussy. Her creamy fluid coated his dick as he pulled it in and out of her. Their tongues tasted each other as they feverishly kissed. Stacy bucked up and down as she wanted to feel Remo in her even deeper and harder.

  “Don’t stop!” Stacy yelled as she climaxed yet again.

  Remo picked her up off the couch as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulder. Remo carried her to his bedroom as she continued to buck up and down on his dick. He stopped and placed her back against the wall. He started to beat her pussy up. Remo’s mouth found Stacy’s left titty and he sucked it like a newborn. Then he continued to his bed. Remo laid her down on his Coogi bedspread and positioned her on her side with her legs together. Her ass was sticking out as he began to hit it from the side. With every new stroke, he found a spot she didn’t know she had. Stacy grabbed his sheets and pushed back to meet his forward thrusts into her.

  Doggy style was next on their list as Remo spread Stacy’s ass checks and pushed his dick back inside of her. He hit it nice and slow at first gradually building up speed and force. Her mouth was wide open and she let out a silent scream as Remo dug her back out. This was Stacy’s favorite position, especially with Remo. She grabbed the sheets and threw her ass at him. She turned her head and looked over her right shoulder at Remo bangin’ her back in.

  “Fuck me harder, Remo! Give it to me baby!” she screamed.

  Stacy constricted her pussy around his dick every time he pushed into her. Her creamy cum covered his balls and waist as the room was filled with a smacking clap of dick hitting pussy. Harder and faster he dug into her pussy until he felt a tingling sensation in his balls, and came like a fire hose into her.

  Remo fell over and leaned on Stacy’s round ass as his orgasm rushed over him. They both were breathing like they had just completed a marathon. Remo finally pulled his huge dick out of her warm vagina and it was covered with a creamy white mixture of both of their fluids. Then he lay next to Stacy in bed.

  “That was incredible baby.”

  Remo smiled at her still unable to talk. He put his arms around Stacy, held her and kissed her lips again.

  They spent the entire weekend making love to each other in every room in Remo’s house. It was the best sex either of them had ever had. More and more, Stacy knew that Remo was the man for her, but she wondered if he felt the same way. She wanted to ask him, but thought it was better not to spoil their time together by talking about a relationship. She still had Damien’s unstable ass to deal with. Stacy knew she had to get away from him, and started to form a plan to escape.

  1995

  ‘There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King’. – Nas

  15

  How Do You Want It

  February 1995

  After Benny snitched, the law had touched Da Untouchables on more than one occasion. The firm grip Bishop once held over Harlem had loosened, and the small-time Haitian drug dealers were now taking over the streets. Forget the East coast Vs. West coast beef, the real war was in the streets. Young niggas in Harlem were bodying niggas left and right. In six months, Damien and Irv were in five different shootouts for corners. Street Sweepers were trigger-happy, too. The heroin sales took a dip as a result of the street wars.

  Bishop decided to open a nightclub on 125th called, The Blue Angel. Bishop was using the name Bobby ‘Bishop’ Jones to do business. It was a common name he shared with over 400,000 New Yorkers to keep the FBI from knowing who he was. The Blue Angel was a restaurant and nightclub, and Dwayne would have artists like Mary J. Blige, The Notorious B.I.G., and Isaac Hayes perform at it. Dwayne was in charge of running the club on a day-to-day basis. Dwayne had become more business-savvy than ever before. This, combined with his street knowledge, made him even more ambitious. Bishop was creating his own rival in a way.

  The Blue Angel had two levels, and a basement where most of the illegal side of the business would be conducted. Dwayne was able to use the club scene to make contacts throughout New York and sell heroin and cocaine to patrons.

  The system was airtight. No hand-to-hand exchanges were done on the main club floor. Instead, there was a set price for every amount of product that patrons needed. In the V.I.P. room, they would simply request from the waitress a quantity of 1 through 10, and go pay the price. Then, on the way out, they would pick up their purchase. This was a lot less risky than selling on the streets. The mafia still supplied Bishop with the heroin and cocaine through the rental car system like they always did, but the FBI was starting to watch the rental car business too.

  “I can see why you keep your ass up in here all the time, my nigga. This shit is lovely.” Damien said to Dwayne as they sat at a table in The Blue Angel.

  “You can’t knock the hustle, nigga.” Dwayne said as he knocked back his glass of Alizé Golden Passion and coconut rum mixed with cranberry juice.

  It was a Friday night, and Jodeci was in the building. Damien had brought Stacy and Larissa along for the show.

  “So who’s the chick with the thick ass that’s with Stacy?
” Dwayne asked.

  “Oh, that’s her cousin Larissa. Yeah, that ass is fat. I wouldn’t mind hitting that myself.” Damien said as he watched Larissa standing at the bar with Stacy.

  “She a freak?” Dwayne asked.

  “Undercover freak, I bet. She got Stacy a job filing at this place she works uptown. You gonna push up on that ass?”

  “Let her get a couple of more drinks in her and I’ll see what’s up.”

  Just then, in comes Bishop with his lady Vanessa Wells on his arm. Bishop wore a cream suit, a black fedora, and some white, lizard-printed leather Stacy Adams. He was looking like the black Don he was, but all eyes were on Vanessa. She was wearing a red Dolce & Gabbana dress with a black lace trim and neckline. She wore her hair blonde, which matched her skin tone, in an updo with a piece that came down the left side of her face. Every man had to look at this 5’11” goddess with lust, while the women stared in envy. Vanessa was the perfect arm candy for Bishop.

  Bishop and Vanessa sat at their table in V.I.P. with Damien and Dwayne. Dwayne tried to avoid eye contact with Vanessa as much as possible, but he couldn’t resist the seductive glare of her emerald eyes.

  “So, how’s my business doing these days, Future King?” Bishop asked him.

  Dwayne refocused his attention to him. “Business couldn’t be better. We can’t keep the white girl in here.”

  “That’s always good to hear. I heard it’s live in these streets, young gun. How are you holding it down?” Bishop asked Damien.

  “Business as usual. Nothing I can’t handle.”

  Bishop grinned, “I knew you were special, young gun. That’s why I liked you.”

  Under normal circumstances, Dwayne would find Bishop’s unusual confidence in Damien suspicious, but he was too distracted by Vanessa’s sexual vibe to notice. Vanessa did find Dwayne attractive, and she enjoyed flirting with him even in Bishop’s presence. She sipped her Alizé and licked her lips, and Dwayne was caught in her web. Out of everything that Bishop possessed, Dwayne wanted Vanessa, and she was the most tempting and the most dangerous. It was the only time Dwayne didn’t feel in control of the situation.