by Erica Hilton
Nico had just ended his call with BJ, and I was still panicking on the inside from what Mia had texted me. I had to think quick on my feet. Nico was quiet, and he seemed like he also had some heavy shit on his mind.
I massaged Nico’s thigh and his knee, snuggling next to him and kissing him. “Can I tell you a secret?” I whispered into his ear.
Nico looked at me and nodded his head.
“I love your dick,” I whispered into his ear.
Nico smiled. “That’s the secret?”
“Yup. And I have another one too. Can I tell it to you?”
Nico nodded his head again.
“I want you to fuck me raw, with no condom,” I whispered into his ear. I was testing what his response would be, because if he knew I was out there selling my pussy on the Internet there was no way he would even think about fucking me raw.
Nico smiled, but he looked at me like he was trying to figure me out. “That’s what you like?”
“Mmm-hmmm. And you would love the way my pussy feels without a condom,” I whispered to him as we pulled up to the outlets.
Nico went into his pockets and paid the driver. “So we’ll make it happen,” he said to me just before we exited the car.
“You promise?”
Nico looked at me. “It’s on.”
I smiled, feeling a little bit of relief. But I still had to respond to Mia, so I sent her a text.
My name is Jasmine bitch! And for the record the war is already won because I captured your king! Now kiss my muthafuckin ass!
My heart pounded because I had no idea how Mia was going to respond. Nevertheless, she never did respond to my text, and in many ways she was torturing me by not responding because I had no idea what she was up to or what her next move was.
Needless to say, I couldn’t really enjoy the day shopping and gambling with Nico like I wanted to, simply because my mind was preoccupied with Mia knowing my secret.
I had no idea how she knew and who she planned on telling. Mia was quickly becoming a pain in my ass, so I knew I had to find a way to silence her ass quickly.
CHAPTER 17
Nico
I didn’t want too much time to pass where Jasmine would get cold feet and change her mind about going through with the hit on Shabazz. When we came back from Atlantic City, I made sure I stayed in contact with her as much as I could, reassuring her that everything was going to be all right. I also made sure I gave her pocket money to keep her stable for a moment. She’d stressed the grand that Shabazz had supposedly taken, so I gave her two stacks. She grinned like a Cheshire cat.
The plan I had come up with was for Jasmine to get in touch with Shabazz and make him think that she really wanted to see him because she was now in fear for her life. That I had been coming around the crib, almost stalking her, and that I had changed, drastically. And then when they were in each other’s presence, and the timing was right, she would lullaby his ass. Up close and personal.
***
Three days after we came back from Atlantic City, Jasmine called Shabazz from a prepaid cell phone I had purchased for her, and she was able to convince him to meet her at an IHOP restaurant on Rockaway Boulevard in Queens. I wasn’t too happy about her meeting with him in a public place, but Shabazz wouldn’t have it any other way. He was paranoid and rightfully so.
I told Jasmine to call me on my own prepaid cell phone and to put the phone on speaker mode and keep it in her Gucci bag, so I could hear everything that was being said while she was with him.
I was parked in the parking lot of a Burger King down the block from IHOP because I didn’t want to be too far away, just in case something went wrong. It wasn’t late, but it was dark outside. That ‘dark’ element had been my part of the plan. It would be best to meet when it was dark because I didn’t want to take the chance that any parking lot or store cameras would be able to capture Jasmine’s face on video if the cops were to ever try and review camera footage near the crime scene.
From the Burger King parking lot, I could see Jasmine’s father’s car. She had me on speaker phone, and even though her phone was in her bag, I could hear her clearly.
“You good?” I asked her.
“I’m high as a kite, and my heart is beating a mile a minute,” Jasmine responded.
“Just remember how we said it should go down. Ten minutes from the time he shows up, it’ll be done.”
“OK, OK. I see his truck pulling into the lot now,” Jasmine said to me. “I don’t want him to get out the truck. Stay quiet, all right?”
I made sure I was quiet. I heard Jasmine’s car door close, and I could hear and see her walking to Shabazz’s truck.
“Hey, stranger,” Jasmine said to Shabazz just as he stepped out of the truck.
It looked as if Shabazz gave Jasmine a kiss on the lips, and right after that she asked him if they could go back inside his truck for a minute.
“For what?” I heard Shabazz reply.
“Because I wanna talk to you about something, and I don’t want everybody in our business.”
“You did what I said and looked in your mirrors on your way over here, right?”
“Yeah, I wasn’t followed. I’m sure of that. I made a left hand turn, then another left, and then another left just as you said. No other cars did that too.”
I don’t know if Shabazz said anything in response, but the next thing I heard was the sound of car doors opening and closing. I could tell that they were back inside the truck.
“What’s up?” Shabazz asked Jasmine.
“What’s up is, that shit you did to me in New Jersey was fuckin’ foul!”
“Jasmine, it is what it is. Now, is this why you got me out here? Because, if it is, we can end this shit right now, and I can bounce. Fuck this IHOP shit, for real.”
“Why you gotta be so cold about shit? You don’t even care about the psychological scars I got because of you.”
“Jasmine, I didn’t come here to be put on no guilt trip. You said that the nigga Nico been harassing ya ass, now give me the 4-1-1 on that or I’ma bounce!”
Jasmine yelled, “You know what? Fuck it! Forget it then! You get on my fuckin’ nerves!”
“Now do you see why I stopped calling your crazy ass?”
“No, this picture is why you stopped calling my ass!”
I was sure she had showed Shabazz the picture of him fucking some other bitch.
“Where the fuck you get that shit from?” Shabazz yelled. “You still fuckin’ that nigga ain’t you?”
“Who the fuck is this bitch? And how the hell was you playing me like that?”
“Jasmine, get the fuck out my truck!”
“I ain’t going nowhere!” she yelled.
“Get the fuck out my shit, or I swear on everything, I will whip your ass!”
“You’ll never put your hands on me again, Shabazz!”
At that point I could hear what sounded like tussling, and I heard Jasmine scream. Then I heard three consecutive gunshots.
“Oh my God! Oh shit! I can’t believe this,” Jasmine said.
After that everything went quiet, and the call ended. I wanted to call Jasmine back, but I didn’t. I started up my car and pulled out of the Burger King parking lot, and as I drove past IHOP I could see her hurriedly getting into her car and quickly pulling off.
A few minutes later, my phone started to ring.
“Nico, what the hell did I just do?” Jasmine asked me.
“We good. Stop thinking. He was a dirty nigga. Don’t worry about nothing. Just drive to Baisley Park and meet me there.”
Baisley Park was only five minutes away. When I got there, Jasmine was already there and in tears.
“Give me the gun,” I said.
After Jasmine handed it to
me, I walked fifteen yards into the park and threw the gun into this large pond, and then I walked back over to her.
“We good! Stop crying,” I said to Jasmine, hugging her.
“Nico, I just killed somebody.”
“Don’t nobody know shit, and we gonna keep it that way, a’ight?”
Jasmine looked up at me and nodded her head as she continued to cry.
I wiped her tears away. “I told you I got you, right? And I meant that shit.”
“OK,” Jasmine said in a soft voice.
“Go home, get a bunch of paper towels and alcohol, and wipe down the steering wheel of your father’s car, and make sure you take a shower. You do that, and no gun residue can be traced back to you. The weapon is gone, so they don’t got shit. They’ll run Shabazz’s background, and they’ll know he was from the streets, and this whole shit will go away before it even starts.”
Jasmine kept quiet for a moment and so did I and then she gave me a strong hug.
“Do you love me, Nico?”
I looked at her and gave her a kiss on the lips. “You know I do.”
Jasmine then hugged me even tighter, and before long we both were going our separate ways. I had to give it up to Jasmine. She was definitely a rider!
CHAPTER 18
Mia
I didn’t even respond to Jasmine’s text message about the war already being won because she had captured the king. I knew exactly what she was trying to say, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel chumped, cheap, played, used, and disrespected.
I also knew that getting back at Jasmine was going to be easy. I was going to start by printing up flyers of her Craigslist ads and then pay some Mexicans to put the flyers on all the cars near her house and near her school. To expose her whorish snake ass, I was also going to purchase a billboard near the busy Jamaica Avenue shopping district in Jamaica, Queens, which wasn’t too far from where she lived.
I wanted Nico to find out about Jasmine’s secret life on his own. I didn’t want nothing coming directly from me because I felt that he would be more likely to kick her ass to the curb if he found out about her secrets from an outside party.
After Jasmine had sent that response text to me, I decided it was stupid for me to just lay in the bed sulking, crying, and depressed. I got out of the bed and called my home girl Sharmel and told her part of what had been going on, and that I just needed to get away for a few days. Sharmel knew that meant that I wanted her to get away with me. She readily accepted my offer of an all-expense-paid getaway to Miami for the both of us.
If it had been up to me, as soon as Sharmel said that she would go with me, I would have booked our tickets for us to leave right then and there that night, no matter how much the plane tickets cost. But Sharmel couldn’t leave until the next day, so I ended up going on to Expedia.com, where I booked our plane tickets, hotel stay, and car rental all for the next day.
Even after I booked the trip, as much as I tried to ignore and block out what Jasmine had said to me in her last text, I just couldn’t let it go. There was a part of me that felt like I just had to put something out there to let her know that her actions weren’t fazing me, even though they were. So instead of texting Jasmine directly, I decided to just go on Twitter and send out a tweet because I had a good strong feeling that if she wasn’t following me on Twitter, then she was checking my Twitter page on a regular basis. I knew I would be able to send her a subliminal message in a language and tone that she would easily understand and let her know that shit was all good in my life, regardless if she was fucking my man.
I went back on to my computer and logged on to Twitter.com and sent out a tweet that said:
Heading to the Shelborne Hotel in Miami, me and my girl about to do it up real big down there in South Beach! So don’t hate, stunt bitches!
I felt good after sending that text because it made me feel like I did actually have some sort of power and control over my life, and at the same time I knew it would sting Jasmine and her hating ass.
By the time Sunday evening came, Nico still wasn’t home, and to be honest, I was kind of glad. I was also hoping that by the time I was to leave in the morning that he wouldn’t be back. I wanted him to come home to an empty house and not find me there, making it seem like I had just totally vanished off the face of the earth for five days.
***
By five o’clock Monday morning Nico still wasn’t back home, and I was already up, showered, dressed, out the door and in the car service on my way to the airport to meet up with Sharmel.
Our flight wasn’t scheduled to take off until eight o’clock that Monday morning, but we wanted to arrive at the airport extra early just because we knew the airport would be packed with people, it being a Monday. It turned out that even though the airport was crowded, we were able to check in right away, and we made it quickly through the different screening checkpoints.
Sharmel and I ate breakfast at a small eatery located inside the airport terminal, and then it seemed like before we could blink it was time for us to start boarding the plane. And almost on cue as we were about to board our flight, Nico began blowing up my phone. I purposely kept sending him to voice mail just so he could see how it felt to be on the other end of the disrespect.
“Nicholas Carter doesn’t even exist to me for the next five days,” I laughed and said to Sharmel right before turning off my phone and boarding the plane.
“You ain’t say nothing but a word. You know how I do. I ain’t calling to check in with my man either, so it’s all good. I just hope you can keep up with me.” Sharmel gave me a pound, and we both laughed as we made it to our second-row seats on the plane.
Our first-class seats definitely helped to make for a smooth flight. When we landed I picked up the Chevy Tahoe I had rented, and seeing that I had told Sharmel not to bring any luggage, the first thing we did even before checking into our hotel was go shopping.
I bought Sharmel and myself two different outfits for every day we were going to be in Miami, and I also bought us nice two-piece suits, one for the beach and a separate one for the hotel pool.
We shopped for about five hours, and it was tiring, but at the same time, it was fun and stress relieving. After we tore up the malls, we made it over to the resort hotel and checked in to our room, which had a balcony and an amazing view of the ocean.
“You did the damn thing by picking this spot!” Sharmel said to me, looking around the room. “You been to this hotel before?”
“I been to Miami before, of course, but never to this hotel. But I had kept hearing about how nice it is, and I was saying to myself that the next time I came down here that this is where I was going to stay.”
As soon as I said that, my cell phone started to ring. It was Nico, and again I ignored him. “You see how guys are? The moment you start ignoring them, that’s when they want to get all lovey-dovey and start caring and chasing behind you.”
“Don’t pick up for him.”
“Pick up? I’m not even thinking about him. All I know is, we about to get dressed and go downstairs and have some drinks at the bar and then get nice and tanned.”
And that was exactly what we did. We both threw on the brand-new bikinis I had just purchased and we made our way down to the pool area, where we reserved two deck chairs. After we had picked the perfect spot, we went over to the bar and ordered ourselves some drinks.
I said to Sharmel, “Make sure you watch out for me because you know how I get when I drink. And tonight, I plan on getting so twisted that it’s not even funny.”
“I got your back. Don’t worry.”
Our drinks arrived, and we started to sip on them. Sharmel told me that we needed to take trips like this more often.
“So true,” I replied. “Especially in the winter time when it’s thirty degrees and snowing in New York we could
be somewhere nice and tropical like this instead of dealing with the drama.”
“I still can’t get over that chick selling her pussy on the internet,” Sharmel said to me, changing the subject.
“Oh my God! You know how you just can’t stand somebody? I can’t stand her. I knew she was the jealous, hating type from the first day she saw me in my Range Rover. She was just giving off this negative energy. I should have known from then.”
“Guys are gonna be guys. Everybody knows that. And there ain’t shit we can do about it, especially when you got lowlife, gutter-ass chicks like Jasmine just looking to make a come-up at any cost.” Sharmel said just before sipping on her margarita.
“Hello, ladies,” a tall, dark-skinned muscular dude said to me and Sharmel, interrupting our conversation but not in a rude way.
“Hello,” we both replied, I couldn’t help but smile as I looked in his direction with my designer shades on.
“I don’t know what the two of you are doing tonight, but I’m one of the owners at Mansion nightclub, and I would love for the both of you to come party with us. I’ll make sure that y’all don’t have to wait on the line or any of that. Drinks and everything is on me, since I assume that both of you are from New York.” He smiled.
I smiled back. “How do you know we’re from New York?”
“It’s the swagger and the sophistication. Y’all both got it. I seen y’all when you walked onto the deck and I was like, ‘They gotta be from New York.’”
“Actually, we are from New York. I’m Sharmel, and this is Mia.”
“I’m Kelvin.” Kelvin extended his hand to the both of us, his baby-oiled muscles glistening in the sunlight. He was wearing swimming trunks, flip-flops, and a pair of shades.
“I don’t have any cards on me, as you can see. I don’t even have my phone with me, but I can give you my number. And if y’all free, hit me up and come through, and I’ll make sure y’all both have a good time. DJ Stevie J will be doing the music. He always shuts it down up in there. And like I said, I’ll comp y’all on everything.”
