The Teflon Queen PT 2

by Silk White

  James turned and spotted Angela standing leaning up against the wall with a 9mm in her gloved hand. He noticed Angela wore an all black leather getup that hugged her curves nicely. “Am I doing that bad that you wanna put a bullet in my head?” He joked nodding down towards the gun that rested in Angela’s hand. Angela stuck her 9mm down inside her holster, walked over, and kissed James on the lips. “I think you look so sexy when you sweat.”

  “Stay focused, please!” James gently pushed Angela back a few feet hitting her with a dose of her own medicine. “I’m not your man when I’m training, remember?” He teased.

  “Forgive me,” Angela purred while reaching down and grabbing James’ manhood through his sweatpants. “Be ready for the fucking of a lifetime when I get back. You hear me?” She growled in James ear applying a little more pressure to his manhood.

  “Is that a threat?” James countered smoothly looking down into Angela’s eyes.

  “That’s a promise,” Angela replied. She could feel James’ manhood responding to her touch. “Be all cleaned up by the time I get back.”

  “Where you going?”

  “To get us something to eat.”

  “Hurry up,” James said and then kissed Angela’s lips. “I miss you already.”

  “I shouldn’t be no longer than thirty minutes,” Angela said pulling away from James. She knew if she stayed any longer that the two would wind up fucking each other’s brains out and she would never make it to the store to get them some food. “Be ready when I get back.”

  “I love you!”

  “I love you too,” Angela said exiting through the garage door. She grabbed a shiny black helmet with a dark tinted visor and slid it over her head. She revved the engine on her Yamaha R-1 motorcycle and flew out the garage like a bat out of hell onto the streets.

  Angela watched as the speedometer reached 90 mph as she thought about how much she loved James. She could tell that James was finally letting his guards down and allowing her into his life. He was beginning to trust her more and more with each passing day.

  Angela knew that it would be damn near impossible for her and James to live a normal life once this was said and done, but she planned on making life as simple and comfortable as possible for the both of them. If money could change and turn a fucked up situation into a better one then things might not be that bad because money was something that Angela had plenty of. She didn’t know what the future had in store for her and James, but whatever it was she planned on embracing it.

  A shiny black B.M.W. zooming past heading in the opposite direction snapped Angela out of her thoughts. She was riding at such a high speed that she wasn’t able to get a look at the driver behind the wheel. Leaving James back at the house all alone had her a bit nervous. She knew James could protect himself if need be, but the fear of the unknown is what scared Angela the most.

  “Let me hurry up and get this food so I can get back home to my man,” Angela said to herself as she zoomed into the Wal-Mart parking lot.

  Chapter 21

  James stepped out the shower, dried himself off, and wrapped a towel around his waist as he looked at his reflection in the mirror and flexed his muscles for a few seconds. He was noticing that all the calisthenics were beginning to pay off handsomely. He knew that Angela was training him to become a killer, but deep down inside he knew that the only way the two of them would be able to work effectively together was if they both were on the same page. James knew there was no way that Angela would be able to cross over to his world, but he on the other hand was in the position to cross over into Angela’s world. He also knew what he was signing up to do was wrong, but Angela was living proof that no matter what a person’s occupation was, inside they still could be a beautiful person.

  James’ mind quickly went from stress to sex when he heard movement on the other side of the bathroom door. “Damn baby you got back quick.” He stepped out the bathroom with a smile on his face. “You must really want some of this dick,” James chuckled. Instantly his laugh got caught in his throat and his heart dropped down to the pit of his stomach when he looked up and saw The White Shadow standing before him with a serious murderous look on his face. The fire that danced in The White Shadow’s eyes told James exactly what he had planned for him.

  “Angela,” The White Shadow said in an angry tone. “Where is she?”

  “Up my ass and around the corner,” James replied. As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he had just fucked up big time. The White Shadow nodded his head and slowly began moving towards James. James took a fighting stance. The only thing that covered his nakedness was a towel. Now he understood why Angela carried a gun with her everywhere she went, even in the bathroom. It was situations like this where it was better to be over prepared rather than under prepared.

  Once in striking distance James fired a quick jab that The White Shadow easily slipped and landed a devastating punch to James’ ribs. The blow buckled James, but he managed to somehow keep his footing.

  James fired a sharp hook aimed for The White Shadow’s chin with the swiftness of a cat. The White Shadow ducked the punch by dropping down into a full split and countered with a quick uppercut that landed under James’ towel in between his legs.

  The blow forced James’ face to crumble up in pain as he dropped down to his knees with his hands clutching his manhood. The White Shadow slowly hopped back up to his feet and grabbed the back of James’ head and fired off two vicious knee strikes that rearranged James once handsome face. James rolled around on the floor in severe pain. Now the towel that was once wrapped around his waist had been removed exposing his nakedness.

  James made a weak attempt to crawl back up to his feet, but a boot to his face put him back on his backside.

  “Get up and fight me like a man,” The White Shadow taunted. “I know the so called “Teflon Queen” taught you more than this,” he said circling James like a shark that smelled blood. The White Shadow didn’t know why Mr. Biggz had put a contract on the Agent and honestly he didn’t care. In his eyes James was nothing more than an easy payday. “Are you going to tell me where Angela is or are you going to make me kill you?”

  James didn’t reply. He struggled back up to his feet, but before he could even make a move, a round house kick to his face put him right back on his backside again.

  “Since you don’t want to talk, how about you deliver a message for me?” The White Shadow removed an ink pen from his pocket along with a small piece of paper and scribbled down a message for The Teflon Queen. “You make sure you tell that bitch I’m tired of playing with her and that I’ll be expecting to hear from her real soon,” The White Shadow huffed as he removed a throwing knife from the small of his back. In a quick motion, he placed the note on James’ chest and then jammed the knife through the piece of paper. He watched as James’ eyes widened with shock and fear. James felt the sharp pain in his chest, but it still hadn’t registered in his brain yet. It took a second for his brain to finally process what was going on, but by the time it finally registered it was too late.

  The White Shadow threw a quick open palmed blow that broke James nose and sent the broken bone up into his brain killing him instantly. James lifeless naked body lay on the floor with blood running out of his chest and nose. Once the mission at hand was complete, The White Shadow turned and exited the house just as quiet as he had entered leaving a dead body with a note attached behind to be recovered.

  * * * *

  Angela pulled back up into the garage and killed the engine on her bike. She had only been away from James for a couple of minutes and she was already missing him like crazy. Every second away from James felt like an hour. On the ride back to the house, Angela was beginning to wonder how she had made it without James all those years before meeting him. How she did it was a mystery to her because now she couldn’t even see her life without James in it. Life without James wasn’t life at all to Angela. She didn’t do a lot of praying, but since getting James back in her
life Angela had began praying more often. She was praying more for James than herself, but at the end of the day she depended and relied on herself to look after James and keep him safe.

  “I got your favorite; a twenty piece nuggets and fries. They didn’t have no more sweet and sour sauce so I got you barbecue instead,” Angela sang happily as she turned the corner and saw James sprawled out across the floor butt naked with a knife sticking out of his chest.

  “Oh my God… No! No! No!” She ran over to James body and dropped down to her knees and checked to see if he had a pulse. Once Angela was sure that James was dead, she looked up to the ceiling and released a loud pain filled scream as big crocodile tears rolled down her cheeks. Immediately she regretted leaving James in the house all alone and getting him caught up in her bullshit. She blamed herself for his death. In between sobs Angela looked down and noticed that the knife inserted in James’ chest held a small note in place.

  Angela removed the knife from James’ chest and began reading it.

  “If you’re looking for me, I’ll be at the address below… Don’t disappoint… P.S. Your boyfriend cried and begged for his life like a little bitch before he died.”

  Angela’s eyes immediately started tearing up after reading the note. Sadness didn’t cause the tears, anger did. Murderous thoughts filled Angela’s mind. She was definitely going to make The White Shadow pay for what he had done to James. Angela looked down and noticed that James’ eyes were still open staring out into space. She bent over, kissed James on his forehead, and gently shut his eyes. “I love you James and I promise I won’t let The White Shadow get away with this,” she whispered.

  Angela stood up and headed straight for her gun closet. She held the small note as all the different makes and models of guns stared back at her. The White Shadow wanted The Teflon Queen and that’s just what he was about to get.

  Chapter 22

  Vicky stood in the bathroom giving herself a once over in the bathroom mirror. Tonight was the night when Bone would take his last breath. Vicky had called Bone and told him that she was hungry and wanted to go out to get something to eat and some drinks. Little did Bone know, Vicky had already made a call to the goons that Scarface assigned to take care of the situation as soon as their call ended.

  Two cars filled with shooters sat parked across the street waiting on Bone’s arrival. On the inside Vicky felt kind of bad for setting Bone up. Within the past week, the two had been hooking up rather frequently not to mention the sex was amazing and the best Vicky had ever had. Her feelings were beginning to grow for Bone more and more with each passing day, but this wasn’t about feelings. This was about business. Bone had violated Scarface and Shekia and for that, he had to be dealt with accordingly.

  Vicky had been paid in advance to do a job and it was too late to turn back now. No matter how much she was beginning to fall for Bone, she knew what she had to do. Vicky flinched and let out a low suppressed squeal when the sound of multiple gun shots could be heard ringing out. Her hotel room was located on the seventh floor and she could still hear the thunderous sound of the gunshots. The gunfire paused momentarily, and then picked back up a few seconds later.

  The gunshots notified Vicky of Bone’s arrival. She did her best to ignore the gunshots as she began packing away her belongings. Her purpose for being in New York had been served and now Vicky could get back to the nice sunny weather and palm trees in Miami.

  * * * *

  Bone sat behind the wheel of his black Benz with dark tinted windows with a frown on his face. In his hand sat several pictures of Vicky. These were not regular pictures, but pictures of her all hugged up on another man, pictures of her and this other man from past to present, and pictures that spoke a thousand words. Bone recognized the man in the pictures as the man Capo had introduced him to a while ago, the same man that the streets called Scarface.

  After taking the time to put two and two together, Bone discovered that Vicky wasn’t who she said she was.

  “I told you I didn’t trust that bitch,” Mike Murder said from the passenger seat. He never liked or trusted Vicky and to him she was the worst type of woman in the world. She was a lying ass bitch!

  “Where you said you found these pictures at again?” Bone handed the pictures back to Mike Murder. On the inside he felt like a fool. He slowly but surely was beginning to open up to Vicky and now she had fucked all that up by lying.

  “Them shits was on her Instagram page.” Mike Murder shook his head sadly. He could care less about Vicky. As far as he was concerned, she was a good as dead. “So what now?”

  “I got something for this sneaky ass bitch,” Bone said as two of his goons pulled up beside the Benz in an old school beat up Station Wagon. Immediately the four men swapped rides. Bone and Mike Murder hopped in the Station Wagon while the two goons hopped in the Benz.

  “Yo, I’m supposed to meet this chick at that fancy hotel a few blocks away. I need you two to ride over there and let me know if some fishy shit is going on or not,” Bone yelled across to the driver. “Y’all niggas strapped right?”

  The thugged out looking goon behind the wheel of the Benz nodded his head. “You already know!” With that being said, Bone watched as the Benz pulled out into traffic heading towards the hotel.

  Bone hadn’t even fully pulled all the way into his parking spot across the street from the hotel when two cars filled with shooters pulled up and opened fire on the Benz.

  Bone and Mike Murder watched as bullets rocked and rattled the Benz, turning the luxury car into Swiss cheese. Then suddenly the sound of tires squealing and burning robber filled the air and like that the two cars filled with shooters were gone.

  Bone looked over at Mike Murder. “I’m about to violate this bitch!”

  * * * *

  Vicky packed up her things as fast as she could. She had wanted to exit the hotel room before the police and ambulances arrived on the scene and especially before any of Bone’s flunkies caught wind of his assassination and began to put two and two together. She planned on leaving the hotel like a thief in the night and never stepping foot back in the state of New York ever again. That was until a sharp stern knock at the door caused her to look over at the door as if it was an U.F.O. The second knock was even louder and stronger than the first one.

  “Who…who is it?” Vicky called out in a timid voice. Seconds later the hotel room door came crashing open and in stepped Bone flanked by Mike Murder.

  “Bitch stop playing stupid! You know who the fuck it is!” Bone barked storming inside the room with his .40 cal in his hand. Caught off guard, Vicky knew she had to think fast and decided to put her acting skills to the test.

  “Oh my God,” she gasped grabbing her chest. “I heard the shots… I’m just so glad that you are alright,” she faked rushing into Bone’s arms. Vicky had her performance down packed and she even managed to shed a few tears in the process. If this was a casting call or an audition, she would have definitely gotten the part hands down. “I was so worried about you,” she cried.

  “Is that right?” Bone asked gently moving Vicky back to a comfortable distance. “So why you ain’t call me to make sure I was alright?”

  “I… I… I was just about to call, but the shots were so loud they kind of startled me,” Vicky said going off the top of her head and making it up as she went along.

  “What happened to us going to dinner?”

  “I was waiting on you. You see I was already dressed,” Vicky said. She tried her hardest not to stumble over her words. She knew with one slip of the tongue that her ass was grass.

  Bone looked over at Vicky’s luggage all neatly packed and sitting by the door. “I see you got your bags all packed.” He paused for extra emphasis. “Planned on going somewhere?”

  “Not without you I wasn’t.”

  “This bitch is full of shit!” Mike Murder butted in form the sideline. He was sick and tired of Vicky’s lies and he couldn’t stand the sound of her voice any longer.
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  Vicky spun around as if she was ready to fight. “Last time I checked, nobody was talking to you so do me a favor and mind your fucking business!”

  The next thing Vicky knew, she was being awaken by a warm liquid splashing on her face followed by laughter. She opened her eyes, looked up, and saw Bone standing over her wide legged holding his penis in his hand.

  “Why…why are you doing this?” Vicky mumbled raising her hand attempting to block the urine from splashing directly onto her face.

  Bone raised his foot and brought the heel of his boot down across Vicky’s nose breaking it. He did that to shut her up. “You must not of heard about me.” He chuckled as he watched Vicky squirm around on the floor in pure agony. “I’m the last person you want to fuck with in case you ain’t know so!”

  “Wait!” Vicky pleaded with her hand covering her broken nose with blood spilling down in between her fingers. “I got money… Whatever you want; it’s yours…”

  Bone and Mike Murder broke out into a strong laugh.

  “This bitch is bugged out!” Mike Murder called out.

  Bone reached out and roughly grabbed Vicky by her hair causing her head to jerk back in the process.

  “Please don’t do this to me,” Vicky pleaded. Her eyes begged Bone to leave her alone and allow her to keep her life.

  “I didn’t,” Bone smirked. “You did it to yourself!” He tightly held Vicky’s hair and grabbed the back of her jeans and spun her around tossing her into the floor to ceiling window. Vicky’s body hit the window with such force that the window cracked and her momentum sent her flying through the seventh floor window down on to the unforgiving concrete.