The Day the Streets Stood Still

by JaQuavis Coleman

  “Oh, God!” Sunny called out as Sean sucked lightly on her little man in the boat. She could feel herself creaming from the inside out.

  “I want to feel you,” she told him, trying to move his head. Sean jerked away from her grasp and continued to eat her cake. He took his long, strong tongue and darted in and out of her hole. Sunny couldn’t take that and her thighs started trembling. She began thrusting her hips toward Sean’s tongue.

  “Yeah, yeah,” he growled, loving that he had her so hot.

  “Please . . . give it to me,” Sunny whined. It had been so long since she’d been touched with such gentleness and caring. So long since she’d had sex because she wanted to and not because she was being forced to do it.

  “You ready?” Sean asked. Sunny had her eyes closed, but she moved her head up and down in the affirmative. Sean raised up and slowly parted her legs with his knees to make room. Kneeling in front of Sunny, Sean slowly entered her as he balanced his weight on one arm.

  “Ahhh,” Sunny sighed as she felt him fill her up.

  “You all right?” Sean asked her, taking his time.

  “Fuck me please,” Sunny whined as she wrapped her legs around his waist and used the strength in her thighs to pull him farther into her. Sean took her overt aggression as a sign. He started picking up the pace and the tighter her walls closed down around his throbbing pole, the harder he thrust.

  “Yes! Yes!” Sunny shouted, grabbing handfuls of the skin on Sean’s back.

  “Ah,” he panted, her nails digging into him hurt so good.

  “Let me ride it,” Sunny whispered. Sean quickly complied, but he never took himself out of her. Instead, he grabbed her tightly and flipped onto his back. Sunny giggled playfully as she looked down into the handsome face of the man she was always meant to be with. With love in their eyes, they stared at one another as Sunny moved up and down slowly on Sean’s rock-hard love stick. Sunny grinded her waist, then went up and down and grinded her waist again. Sean’s eyes rolled in ecstasy as he felt himself ready to bust. Before he could nut, Sunny began bucking wildly.

  “I’m coming!” she called out.

  “Yeah . . . give me that nut,” Sean growled. Within seconds he was shooting his load too. Sunny fell down on top of him, both of them breathing like they’d just run a race.

  Sean began stroking her hair as she played with the hairs on his chest.

  “I love you, Sean,” Sunny said softly.

  “And you already know what it is, Sun,” Sean replied. Ever since his mother died, Sean had been unable to say the words “I love you” to anyone, but he knew at that moment that he’d always loved Sunny.

  “Let’s go, sleepyhead,” Sean said, pushing Sunny’s shoulder playfully.

  “Mmmm,” she groaned, putting the pillow next to her over her head.

  “Nah . . . we got a lot to do, so c’mon. I took the whole day . . . told those niggas don’t call me or come by, all for you. We going shopping and spending the day out,” Sean announced, pulling the pillow off of Sunny’s face. She was smiling from ear to ear and when the sunlight streaming in from the big windows danced across her face and Sean immediately saw the first flashes of his old friend shining on her face.

  “You’re still a major pain in the ass. You know that?” Sunny grumbled jokingly as she stood up and stretched. Sean couldn’t resist her beautiful legs and round hips, so he rushed over, scooped her up off her feet and whirled her around.

  “Agh! Sean, put me down, silly!” Sunny laughed so hard her face went flush.

  “Yup, I’ma put you down . . . right on this dick,” Sean joked, putting his mouth over hers and kissing her deeply. He didn’t even care about her stale morning breath. Before either of them knew it, they were back on the bed in another heated lovemaking session.

  Sweaty and out of breath, Sunny looked over at Sean and out of nowhere she slapped him as hard as she could on the shoulder.

  “Tag, nigga, you’re it!” she yelled, then she jumped up and raced to the bathroom. “I get the shower first, slowpoke!”

  Sean wasn’t fast enough to beat her to the bathroom because he was laughing so hard. Sunny slammed the bathroom door and turned on the water. Sean flopped back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. His Sunny was finally back and he was loving every minute of it.

  Sean and Sunny laughed and talked about the past all the way to the high-end mall Sean finally pulled into. When Sunny saw the store names—Gucci, Cartier, Louis Vuitton and Saks Fifth Avenue—she looked over at Sean with an expression that read confusion and surprise.

  “What? You thought I was taking you shopping at that bird-ass Macy’s?” Sean said with one eyebrow raised. “Don’t insult me. I ain’t shop at Macy’s and them little stores in years.”

  “I hear that,” Sunny said, turning her head so she could continue scoping out the stores.

  Once they parked Sean grabbed Sunny’s hand and led her around to all of the stores. Their first stop was his favorite . . . Gucci. There was something about the Italian designer that Sean found timeless and classy.

  “Pick out shoes, sneakers, clothes, bags . . . whatever you want,” Sean instructed. At first, Sunny was apprehensive. She was still a little shell-shocked from an experience with Faheem when he’d tried to use a stolen credit card at a high-end store and he and Sunny had to run for their lives as the store clerk tried to secretly call the police.

  “What? You mean to tell me that nigga ain’t never buy you nothing nice?” Sean asked. Sunny rolled her eyes and let out a long sigh.

  “Can we not talk about him,” she snapped.

  “A’ight. My bad. But, go shopping and stop playing. This is every girl’s dream ’n’ shit,” Sean told her.

  It was a slow start, but when Sunny finally got her bearings in the store she damn near burned it down running around. The usually snobby personal shoppers in the store didn’t show one bit of cold shoulder; they all knew Sean very well. They also knew he bought thousands in merchandise every visit and paid in cash, which meant lovely commissions for them.

  “Your total is $11,210.90,” the smiling store clerk told Sean. Then she shot a quick glance over at Sunny.

  “She lucky right?” Sean said, winking at the girl behind the counter.

  “Very,” the girl answered quickly. Sunny raised her brow at the girl and looked at Sean.

  “No, she lucky I don’t poke her damn eyes out for looking at you,” Sunny whispered, but loud enough for the girl to hear. Sean laughed out loud.

  “Take your bags and let’s go to the next store,” he told Sunny. “I ain’t tryin’a bail you out of jail for no girl fight.”

  Sean and Sunny burned through every high-end store in the mall. They even went into La Perla and spent $4,000 on lingerie for her to model for him. They were both exhausted by the time they made it back to the car, but that didn’t stop Sunny from leaning over from the front passenger seat and reaching down freeing Sean’s jewel from his pants.

  “Whatchu doin’?” Sean asked her.

  “I’m thanking you,” Sunny said, getting ready to lower her head into his lap.

  Sean put his hand under her chin, halting her and pushing her head up. Sunny raised her head and looked at him strangely.

  “What?” she asked incredulously. “You don’t like head?”

  “You don’t have to thank me like that. Gimme head because you can’t resist my shit . . . not because I bought you some clothes. You don’t live like that no more,” Sean told her in the softest tone he could muster. The tears burst from Sunny’s eyes like a faucet that was just turned on.

  “Don’t cry,” Sean comforted. “This new life is going to take some getting used to, but it’s gonna be worth it.” Sunny just turned her head, too embarrassed to look at him. She wondered if she’d ever get used to this new life or if she was even worth living it.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Summer 2006

  Locked in the bathroom, Sunny sat on the toilet seat with her legs ner
vously shaking as she gnawed on her bottom lip. She looked over at the little white stick again, but the results still hadn’t showed up.

  “C’mon . . . mmm . . . c’mon,” Sunny groaned, lowering her head into her hands. She looked at her watch. It had been two minutes. Sunny held her breath and picked up the pregnancy test. She squinted down at it. Then she dug the box out of the garbage and held the test against the back of the box.

  “Two lines pregnant . . . one line not pregnant,” she whispered. Sunny jumped up from the toilet seat and covered her mouth with her hand.

  “Oh my God,” she gasped, her heart speeding up in her chest. Sunny started pacing around the bathroom, biting her bottom lip.

  “What if he gets mad? What if he’s not happy about this? What if he acts stupid? Where will I go?” Sunny asked herself a million questions.

  A loud knock on the door made her almost jump out of her shoes.

  “Sunny? You a’ight?” Sean called from the other side of the door. Sunny rushed over to the garbage can and stuffed a bunch of tissues on top of the pregnancy test box.

  “Um . . . yeah . . . um . . . I’m . . . I’m coming,” Sunny stuttered.

  “Yo, whatchu doin’ in there?” Sean asked. Sunny could hear the concern in his voice. He was always worried about her relapsing so if she was behind a closed door too long he immediately came knocking.

  “I’m using the bathroom, Sean. I’m coming,” she said a little annoyed that he was always jumping to conclusions. Sunny knew she had to tell him what was going on . . . but how?

  She slowly opened the door, a look of panic and worry creasing her face. Sean hadn’t moved either. “What’s up?” he asked her as she breezed passed him.

  Sunny flopped down on their brand new leather sectional and lowered her head. Sean’s heart immediately started thumping. He was hoping Sunny didn’t tell him she’d gotten high.

  “I might as well just come right out and tell you the truth,” Sunny said, avoiding eye contact with him.

  Sean swiped his hands over his face and started shaking his head. He was expecting the worst. He squared his jaw and lowered his eyes at her.

  “Matter of fact . . . you can just see for yourself,” Sunny said, standing up and walking over to him slowly. Sean was squinting at her evilly, waiting for her to show him her arms with the track marks.

  “Here,” Sunny said, extending her arm forward. Sean was scowling until he looked down and saw the little white stick in her hand. His eyebrows went into arches on his face and he tilted his head to the side.

  “What? What is . . . I mean . . . you?” Sean stumbled over his words.

  “I know you might not be ready. I know it’s fast and everything, but I swear to you that I didn’t mean for it to happen. I will do whatever you want me to do about it . . .” Sunny started rambling nervously, rubbing her hands over her arms.

  “What the fuck is you talkin’ about, Sunny? You having my seed? You carrying my baby!” Sean said excitedly, grabbing her into his arms. “Yo! You just made me the happiest m’fucker living! My seed?” Sean shouted like he’d just hit the lottery. Sunny was relieved and her heart rate finally started to slow down.

  “You . . . you a’ight? You feeling sick? I mean . . . you need something. We need to go shopping for all healthy foods. No more eating bullshit from this day forward. You got a doctor in mind? I mean you have to make sure you a’ight right?” Sean started rambling himself. Sunny laughed at him.

  “Um . . . it’s real early so just calm down,” Sunny told him.

  “Nah! I can’t calm down. I’ma be a father!” Sean said, grabbing Sunny’s face and kissing her deeply. “That’s the greatest fuckin’ gift I have ever received in my life, Sunny. Word up. I’ll do anything for you, ma. Anything.” Sean proclaimed. He didn’t know then how prophetic his words would turn out to be.

  “I heard BG is the one who convinced him to get a new connect out in Miami named Fat Reemo,” Ty said, sitting across from God. God nodded at Ty as he took in the information. Although it had been almost two years since Sean had betrayed him, God wasn’t over it. It had taken awhile, but God was finally able to send one of his beauties into Sean’s camp to infiltrate and turn one of Sean’s closest soldiers against him. Ty had fallen for the beautiful woman and God’s irresistible proposition hook, line and sinker.

  “I’m trying to make a way for myself . . . feel me? Even though niggas is saying Fat Reemo got that good shit, I heard you was the man to see up here in the mountains for better prices.” Ty got right to the point.

  “I want to speak more about Sean. Or excuse me . . . King Sean,” God interjected. Ty let out a long sigh. He wasn’t really comfortable being the snitch, but he was also tired of watching Sean rise higher and higher while the rest of the crew had to put in much more work to make money.

  “A’ight . . . we can speak about him real quick, but then we need to get back to the point of all this,” Ty said. “Me making my own come up out there.”

  “I want to know all about where Sean lives, where he distributes, where he parties . . . everything,” God demanded. “No detail is too small. If Sean takes a shit I want to know about it.”

  “And what’s in it for me?” Ty asked, growing annoyed with the old man sitting across from him.

  “I let you live another day,” God said calmly as he blew a ring of cigar smoke in the direction of Ty’s face. Just then one of God’s deadly beauties stepped closer to Ty and rested her gun on his shoulder.

  Sunny was four months pregnant and she was finally able to see a small pouch growing under her belly button. She loved the glow that had settled on her cheeks and couldn’t wait to get a little bigger so even strangers would notice that she was going to be a mother. Sunny had never been so excited about anything in her entire life and it showed. Sean had been waiting on her hand and foot and not letting her do anything for herself, sometimes to the point of annoyance. Sunny couldn’t cook, wash clothes, or even take a shower without Sean right there making sure she was all right. She could tell he was also over the moon excited about their expected bundle of joy. With all of the tragedy that they’d both suffered, the baby was going to be a welcome miracle and blessing for them both.

  “Let me help you.” Sean rushed over to help Sunny climb up into his brand new, gleaming silver Range Rover.

  “Would you stop. I’m barely showing.” Sunny waved him off with a fake attitude. “I am pregnant, not handicapped.” He laughed at her.

  “You don’t have to be showing for me to know my seed is growing in there. I’m going to bug the shit out of you until the end,” Sean said, bending his head down and kissing her belly through her flowing sundress.

  “I have to stop by the office and pick something up from BG and then I promise we will go get whatever you want to eat, plus I think it’s time for some hot new maternity clothes for my hot woman,” Sean told her. Sunny rolled her eyes. “Ugh, BG?” Sunny mumbled. She didn’t like BG and Sunny knew BG didn’t care for her either.

  “Can’t you stop later? You know my mood swings . . . I don’t know if I want to see that chick,” Sunny griped.

  “Just for a minute. A quick business decision and then I’m all yours. I swear . . . ten minutes flat,” he replied, leaning over and kissing her on the nose. Sunny smiled and then pouted like a baby. They both laughed.

  Sean pulled up to the boxing gym where his office was located and left the car running.

  “You wanna go inside with me or wait here real quick?” he asked Sunny. “It’s up to you.” Sunny thought about it for a few seconds. She really hated the way BG always glared at her like she knew something about Sunny that she was keeping a secret.

  “I can do without seeing your crispy face girlfriend, so I’ll wait here,” Sunny said, twisting her lips.

  “Yo, be nice, grumpy,” Sean joked. Sunny watched him go inside, but she had no desire to see BG. Sunny had tried several times to convince Sean to find a new business partner. There was just somethin
g about BG that didn’t rub Sunny the right way. Sunny wasn’t sure if it was the fact that BG was gorgeous and didn’t have a past drug problem, in which case, she had one up on Sunny, or if it was the fact that Sunny could sense that there was some sexual tension between BG and Sean. Whatever the reason, Sunny had already made up her mind that she was never going to like BG.

  After a few minutes of waiting, Sunny looked at her watch and sighed.

  “Mmmm, hmmm, I know his few minutes,” she mumbled, reaching down to turn up the music. Sunny turned the music up so loud, she didn’t hear the sound of the motorcycle approaching. Sunny had her eyes closed singing along with the music when suddenly . . . Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! The sound of rapid fire gunshots rang out and the Range Rover shook like a earthquake had hit.

  “Ahhh!” Sunny screamed, instinctively throwing herself down in the seat as bullets slammed into the metal doors of the car. Glass from the windshield rained down on Sunny’s head as she squeezed herself between the dashboard and the seat.

  More shots rang out as Sean and his crew raced outside and returned fire with the masked gunman on the motorcycle. It was too late; the motorcycle disappeared down the street.

  “Sunny!” Sean screamed, yanking the car door open. “Sunny!”

  Sunny was shaking fiercely and the tops of her hands were bleeding from the window glass that had shattered on her a few minutes earlier.

  “Sunny? Baby? You all right?” Sean huffed, helping her unfold her body up off the floor. Sunny was shaking her head no. She was sobbing uncontrollably because she had felt the blow she’d taken to the abdomen as she’d thrown herself down to prevent herself from getting shot.

  “No!” Sunny cried over and over again. Then she lowered her head and looked down because she had already felt the warm blood leaking down her legs.

  “C’mon! We have to get her to the hospital!” Sean barked at Beans. Beans rushed down the block and got his Benz. He reversed back to Sean’s Range Rover like a madman.