I knew that if Danny stole Sean, Robert would have him arrested. It was a Herculean task and it would take Hercules to clean up this mess.
Chapter 9
Anthony meets Page for the first time
Anthony began his career as a homeless urchin on the streets of New York. He is an affable young man who didn’t waste his time with high school. Nevertheless, he had a Ph. D. in dealing drugs, hustling, and women. He knew how to talk to anyone, highbrow, or low. He used the currency of drugs to get where he wanted to be in life. He wanted money, the envy of men, and any woman he desired.
A tough street mentality was all Anthony needed, and he was equipped for the cold world. His career began as a petty thief and he moved up to buying and distributing drugs. He knew everything about human nature; he knew that anyone could get addicted to anything, and drugs were at the top of the list.
“Give someone the right time, circumstances, and the right person to introduce them to the drugs,” he would brag. “And I’ll have them for life.” That’s where Page fit into his program.
Anthony, a small-time dealer, suddenly became a big time player in Hollywood and New York.
Page sauntered into Anthony’s club one night. It catered to anyone with shit loads of money.
Anthony a handsome man of 25, dark complexion, curly hair, deep black eyes, and a well-developed physique made girls and women give him their bodies.
He loved to dress in the latest fashions making him the envy of most men. He knew what to do to catch a woman’s eye and he had everything they wanted if it included sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
His only drawback was his height, he was average, he was only 5’6”, but that didn’t stop him from bleeding with charm and charisma. He exerted a great sense of confidence, plus a great body. His preference is tall women, which gave him a complex of superiority, to compensate for his somewhat short statue.
The night Page fell into his life, he had many young women. Page understood Anthony because she had spent time living her life in foster homes, where she escaped. She lived on the streets until a photographer, in Washington Square Park in New York City, discovered her one summer evening, after that, she was no longer homeless, she could buy anything she wanted. She became a super model and lived all over the world with her choice of men, but now she desired Anthony.
Anthony and Page understood each other; they came from the same background, down and out in New York City. A world that only the homeless, disenfranchise, lonely, unloved, would understand. Theirs was a life of all night partying and living off whom-ever would allow them to rest their heads before they headed for the streets.
Selling drugs came very early in Anthony’s career, and he became one of the best street criminals in New York. He was a child of a Hispanic mother, and an Italian father who died early. Anthony never remembered his father and his mother eventually died from cancer when he was a teenager. He was never around to be a part of her life, because he was on the streets early with his homeboys trying to make a living, and make it through the night.
With a lot of luck and lots of street smarts, he was able to buy a club and get off the streets, which he knew would shortened any career. Anthony bought a club and eventually made enough money to get a bigger place.
It was in club Red Carpet that he met Page. He remembered how innocent she appeared when first they met. He later found out she was also smart. It was love at first sight.
Page sashayed into The Red Carpet wearing the shortest mini, showing long legs, and advertising her tailored breast.
Anthony fell madly in love or as much in love as he could stand; he could not wait until he had her in his bed. Page wasn’t an easy conquest; she had been on the streets too long and had to deal with too many men to be a fool for Anthony.
She had money, so he could not offer that, she had fame as a top model, which she had gotten all on her own. He knew what the closer would be and that would be to introduce her to drugs.
He didn’t want to give her cocaine initially, just enough to loosen her up, because he had to have her. The night she bounced into the club, he figured he had better make his move before someone else did. Once the guys knew she was his, they would back away.
Page strutted to the bar to get a drink after leaving her girlfriends to fend off the locals.
“Excuse me but I’ve been waiting for a drink for hours. Could I get a grasshopper?” Anthony knew by the type of drink Page ordered that she was not use to drinking, and if she continued with that drink, she would be sick and of no use to him—so he offered her a brandy.
“Why don’t you try some Remy?”
“I’ve never had that type of drink before.”
“Trust me you’ll like it.”
She did trust him and tried it; her body got such a warm feeling from it that she asked for another.
“You’d better slow down with your drinking,” he said.
Page was surprised by his concern; she never had anyone in her life worry about her. She was susceptible to his advances and false feelings. She tried to pay for the drink and Anthony refused to accept the money. That had to be a first she thought.
All the men she knew would never give her a dime without something in return. She was a little incredulous and surprised that a bartender could afford to buy her an expensive drink.
“Thank you, but I’ll pay for my drinks, I’m sure you can’t afford them on your salary,” she said, putting the money down and looking back as she walked away.
He did not look as if he had a dime. She looked further, and saw a strong body, a pleasing smile, and a handsome face. Instantly she became attracted to him.
Anthony walked from behind the bar and walked up to the six foot gorgeous beauty and introduced himself. He could not let her get away and he would do whatever it took to get her.
“My name is Anthony Miro. It’s my mother’s maiden name. I just felt that I should tell you about myself if you have time.”
“Why would I want to know your life story?”
“Because this is love at first sight for me and I don’t intend to let you get away without getting your phone number and letting you know I own this place. I’ve seen you before and I never got a chance to tell you how much I like you.”
“Well, I like you too.”
“No, you don’t understand, I really like you. Give me a chance and let me show you.”
Page began smiling. He has balls, she thought.
He didn’t care if she liked him, he liked her and that is all that was necessary. What Anthony didn’t know was that she was attracted to him the moment she saw him, but she was not interested in a man who was just a bartender.
Page did not want to date ordinary men with 9-5 jobs and with little or no income. She was tired of the models life because she had been working since she was fifteen. She thought that if she could find a man with money, she could secure her future.
The only problem Page had was every time she dated a man with money, they were not exciting. She needed more than money, she craved excitement, she was a thrill seeker—no better way to get a thrill than to find a bad boy, and this was the type of man who could turn her on, and Anthony fit the bill.
Page achieved a quiet thrill from the way he walked (head upright and chest out showing no fear) and his guttural language. He was a man who could provide all the thrills she could desire in a lifetime. He lived a dangerous life, but she wasn’t aware of that at the time.
“I have an apartment above the club, come on up and have a drink with me,” Anthony stated convincingly.
“I’ll have only one drink.” Page walked alongside Anthony as he paraded her through the crowd to let anyone who eyed her as a conquest—keep hands off.
Anthony led Page to the elevators and up to the large loft. He held her hand then walked in front, and led her through the doors and into the loft where the bedroom was separated by a large bookcase. The entire floor was a large room, divided by expensive furnishings. Anth
ony didn’t waste time. He had business to complete and conquests to make.
“Have a seat on my bed.”
“I’ve never seen a bed that large before,” Page said passing her hands over it.
“Don’t you want to see more of it?” he said laughing as he began to pour her another drink.
“I’ll let you know tomorrow,” she said taking the glass out of his hand.
Anthony didn’t have until tomorrow, he had only today. He walked into the bathroom, pulled out a package, and then put it on a mirror.
“Do you want to try some?” Page was a person always looking for her next thrill so it came easy for her to say yes. It was not as if she had never tried coke, but she had never been around so much of it. Anthony had more coke than she could snort, and he kept bringing her more and more.
Page was on planet Mars at this point with the drinking and the drugs. Anthony then made his move.
“Page let me help you unbutton your blouse.” Page agreed with her head bobbing forward indicating yes. At this point, she’s shaken and stirred from the Remy Martin and coke. She was Alice in the looking glass falling into a big hole, going around and around until she couldn’t see or hear anything.
Anthony on seeing Page’s child like breast seized them and began sucking them hard. Oblivious to the pain, Page lay like a zombie and allowed Anthony’s ravenous, insatiable, sexual appetite to run unchecked. After intercourse, he put her on her back, and then proceeded to ravish her again. This time he marked his territory and she knew it but did not protest.
Page woke in Anthony’s bed the next morning, and all she could remember was that her body was hurting in every orifice except her ears and nose. She looked up and saw Anthony standing over her smiling.
“What’s so funny?”
“You, you came in here and you didn’t even want to talk to me early on and here you are the next day.”
“What did you give me?”
“Everything you wanted, you kept asking for more doggie style, so I gave it to you all night.”
“I feel terrible.”
“You should, you have a big appetite for drugs, liquor, and sex.”
“I have to leave. I have to be on Seventh Avenue in a few hours.” Page took a shower, then dressed and smiled at Anthony because she enjoyed herself. He had what she wanted and she had what he wanted. They appeared made for each other. Anthony walked her out of the club, and hailed a cab. He had business to transact. He let her go, only after he got her cell number and home phone.
Anthony’s business was too many women and too much money and drugs. He liked the women and they liked his drugs. He now added one more woman to his corral of hot young things.
Walking back into his club, he raised his hands and yelled, “Yes, I’ve never had a piece of ass like that.” He felt like a man on the top of the world. He had finally gotten a real thoroughbred or so he thought, but he had no illusions. He had seen it all and he was still impressed with the cool model that had struck a chord with him.
Anthony immediately called one of his friends to accompany him to his girl’s apartment. Her name is Kesha; she is an outstanding showstopper of a woman, with honey brown skin, and a great vocabulary.
He liked her conversations, but it didn’t hurt that she provided all the nasty raunchy sex he could take. And he could take plenty!
Chapter 10
Harlem Nights
Kesha thought she was Anthony’s only woman because he made all the women think that they were special. He had more energy than he had sense. Kesha lived in a Brownstone in Harlem, it had been a well-kept building, and pretty quiet until Anthony started stashing his drugs there.
Infatuated with Anthony, and believing he was the best thing that had come her way, she succumbed to his charms, but he probably was the best man she ever had in her life.
She had a job working in a topless bar and everyone in the neighborhood thought she bought the apartment and car with what she saved from a job as a secretary. That was the lie she told.
Kesha’s true desire was to be a Rap artist like Little Kim, so she hung out with a friend of Anthony, who was a rapper and sometime drug dealer.
B stupid was his street name and he was a hundred percent thug who was intent on using drugs to finance his way to becoming a Rap star. He hung out in bars with Kesha and at her pad on a regular basis. He was well aware that her man was Anthony, and that’s why he solicited her friendship, which turned into sexual encounters.
There were no illusions among that crowd, the world of drugs and money involved sleaze, deception, and loose bonds.
Anthony bought the home in Harlem, and Kesha was his tenant and woman. He needed a way to keep the drugs away from him. Kesha equated love and money as the same thing. She figured that if she had his money then she must have his love.
Anthony just let her look at the money and never spent much on her. He was a businessman, and he never let business and pleasure mix.
Putting his key into the lock of Kasha’s apartment, at any time of the day, gave him a high. She knew he could come home at any time and she was always waiting for him to transact business or satisfy his sexual needs.
Kesha greeted him wearing no bra and a G-string which looked more like a sling shot. With a hard kiss she said, “Hey lover man, what’s up?”
“I can’t stay long so get what I need so I can go,” Anthony said coldly.
“I thought you would spend time with me. You know I can’t go uptown to your club to see you,” she said annoyed.
“You know how that goes,” Anthony quipped.
“Yea, I know.”
Kesha never asked any questions, she was just happy to see him sometimes. Anthony had been spending less time with her than usual, which made her uneasy. Now he wasn’t even spending time to talk, or relieve her sexual desires.
Anthony couldn’t waste time on Kesha; he had to cement a relationship with Page, because he knew he finally found a winner.
She had what it took to get real money. He wouldn’t have to work his butt off selling drugs out of his club. Anthony thought if he could get with Page, he could sell to an elite clientele and lessen the chances of getting caught or killed by some of the lowlife hanging around trying to buy drugs they couldn’t afford.
Taking what he needed from Kesha, he hurried back to the club to call Page. As soon as he dialed her number, on one ring, she answered.
“Page?”
“Yes, this is she.”
“You act like you were waiting for a call.”
“Who is this?” Page pretended that she didn’t know it was Anthony.
“This is Anthony.”
“Anthony who?”
“Anthony Miro, the man you spent the night with.”
“Oh you!” she said trying to piss him off.
“What do you mean? I thought we had something going.”
“Well, we did last night, today is another day.”
“You sleep with men that casually?”
“Some I do if they’re interesting.”
“So you find me interesting?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Well what are you saying? You don’t want to see me again?” Anthony questioned angrily and disappointed.”
“I didn’t say that either.”
“Look, when you make up your mind then let me know.” Before he could hang up Page said, “Anthony, meet me tonight at Mama’s, it’s an Italian restaurant in the village. It has great food. Meet me about nine.”
“Sure, I’ll be there.” Anthony hung up the phone, and had no intentions on meeting her, because he was angry. She treated him like a bitch. He wouldn’t allow a woman to deal with him like that.
Page arrived at Mama’s on time and waited at the bar. She waited and waited for over four hours before she decided to go home. She didn’t eat; all she did was order the Remy Martin drinks just as Anthony had given her the night before. Page quickly hailed a cab, and then decided to go to An
thony’s club to give him a piece of her mind.
Page crawled out of the cab and slowly teetered through the doors because she was so drunk. She spied Anthony sitting and talking to some men and two women in a booth in the back of the club.
She didn’t care if she made an ass out of herself; she had done that before when she fell on stage at a modeling assignment in France. This was easy. Page got her legs and courage together, and tried to walk like a model, but her legs and feet would not cooperate. However, she managed to walk up to Anthony without him noticing her.
“I thought you were going to meet me tonight,” she said standing over Anthony.
“Have you been drinking? Page… yeah, that’s your name, right? I remember you.”
“Don’t act like you don’t know me. Remember I spent the night with you,” Page said so any woman who cared would know what he was doing.
Anthony began to laugh to see the beautiful girl make such a fool of herself over him. He liked her lack of self-pride when she wanted something. Instantly, he knew she was the woman for him, and he wanted her more at that moment than at any time.
“I know who you are. You don’t have to try to get me in trouble because we’re all just friends.” He stood up to take her hand because he didn’t know how long she could stand. He helped her once again into the elevator and into his loft.
He became excited just thinking that she had taken the time to call him on what he tried to do to her. “You know what you are, you are a son of a bitch,” Page said falling on the bed.
“I know what I am and I know who you are. You’re my bitch.”
“I want you now,” Anthony said looking at Page with a rapist leer.
“I don’t know if I’m going to let you make love to me.”
“Who’s going to stop me?” he said. “I’m going to make love to you and you are going to love every minute of it.”
Anthony then pulled out some blow and gave it to Page after snorting some himself. She fell into his arms. Anthony then straddled Page as she lay like a corpse. There wasn’t any movement in her body, but she laid on her back smiling; only grunting if Anthony was too rough.
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