“I love it girl.” He hugged her wrapping his strong arms around her waist and squeezing her while they kissed. “Damn girl, it feels like your ass is getting bigger.”
Tess smiled at him. “Come on sexy, we got to get back to Brooklyn to find out what the fuck is going on with all this drama that keeps going down.”
“I’m driving,” Bless said as they jumped in the red Chrysler 300c with twenty inch rims.
“This car is nice, daddy.”
“Yeah, I got it yesterday when you were sleeping. It’s not better than the car you got me, but it will do. Plus, the windows are bulletproof.”
“Why only the windows and not the whole car?” Tess asked.
“Because I have to wait a month for an all bulletproof car, they had to order it and I’ll pick it up next month when the car is ready. So, I took this one for now,” he replied with a sexy smile on his face.
“What?” Tess said seeing him smile at her.
“It’s just that you look so fucking good,” he said while rubbing her thighs through her jeans.
“You crazy boy,” she said feeling her pussy get wet.
“Yeah for you!” Bless pulled off and Tess sat back in the passenger seat enjoying the ride listening to Mario “Let Me Love You” as Bless drove onto the FDR drive.
At 116th Street, Bless noticed two black H2 Hummers following them. “Yo baby, I need you to switch places with me and you drive,” Bless said.
“Nigga, are you crazy we haven’t done that shit in years and you wanting me to do it while the car is still moving.”
“We don’t have time to pull over, boo. So, when I slow the car down you climb over me really fast and take the steering wheel.” Tess looked Bless in the eyes and knew something was wrong.
“Baby what’s wrong?” Tess asked.
“I’ll tell you when we switch and please make it fast.” Bless slowed down the car without coming to a full stop. “Now!”
Tess quickly moved and got into the driver’s seat and started driving while Bless jumped in the passenger seat. Bless climbed into the backseat of the car and he pushed a button that opened up the floor behind the passenger seat. “Damn boy, you have stash boxes everywhere.”
He smiled his devilish smile making Tess’ pussy wet. He pulled out an Uzi machine gun with three clips. “Tess, you see these two hummers coming up on us fast. They have been following us. Don’t let them get side to side with us. I have a bad feeling.”
‘Shit,’ Tess said to herself; she was too busy feeling good and relaxed to really notice it until now. Bless and Tess watched as one of the Hummer’s got right behind them as if it was about to run them off the road and by the looks of its size it easily could.
“Boo, you got your gun on you?” Bless asked.
“Always,” Tess replied. Just then a Spanish man hung out the passenger window of the hummer with a M16 rifle and burst of automatic fire hit the Chrysler.
“Oh shit, drive, drive baby.” The bullets hit the car windows and the back of the car. Bless opened the sunroof. “Yo, yo Mami. It won’t take long for them to realize the whole car is not bulletproof.”
Once Bless was out of the sunroof he took his opportunity. He sprayed the black hummer with bullets left and right. The bullets went through the hummer’s front window hitting the passenger in the head, neck, and chest. The driver of the hummer tried to put his gun out of the window and aim at Bless, but was too late. Bless pulled the trigger sending rapid fire at the driver hitting him in the face. The driver slumped over dead on the steering wheel. The big truck began to swerve back and forth then crashed into oncoming cars.
The second hummer somehow was side by side with the Chrysler. The driver of the hummer rammed the side of the Chrysler making it jerk and swerve. Bless pulled the trigger of the Uzi and nothing happened. He could see the driver smiling at him as he raised his gun and fired. Bless ducked as fast as he could back into the car. The shot just missed his head by an inch. “Baby, you okay?” Tess asked while driving in and out of traffic.
“Yeah, that motherfucker tried to take off my head.”
“What happened up there?”
“The fucking gun jammed on me. It’ll take a minute, but I think I can fix it.”
“Nigga, we ain’t got a minute.” Tess said looking in the rearview mirror as she saw they got some distance away from the truck. To her surprise the big Hummer was moving over cars crashing right into them.
“Shit baby, I can’t fix it. Give me your gun.”
“Nigga, what the fuck my gun is going to do to that damn truck of those fools firing machine guns,” Tess yelled.
“I have a plan if it works we’ll be okay and if it don’t you know the answer to that.”
Tess handed Bless her 40 cal handgun. He went back in the stash box in the backseat and pulled something small out. Tess tried to see what it was, but she couldn’t because she was too busy moving in and out of traffic. “Listen baby, I need you to slow down and let them get on the side of us.”
“What are you crazy?” Tess yelled.
“Tess, we can’t out run them in this traffic and it won’t be long before the cops show up. Shit the only reason they didn’t show up now is because when the first fucking hummer crashed, it blocked the whole road.”
She knew he was right. “Baby, if they shoot at the doors we’re dead anyways. Tess, slow down the car.” Bless said.
The Hummer hit the back of the car with full speed. The Chrysler swerved, but Tess got the car back under control.
The driver of the hummer saw that the car was now moving slow. The car must be fucked up from him hitting it. He looked at his partner, “Yo, when we pull up next to them aim at the doors. That should do it.” The passenger of the Hummer started to climb through the sunroof thinking Bless would do the same. He would kill him there and then and shoot out the doors.
To his surprise he was wrong, Bless rolled down the back passenger window. The Chrysler and Hummer were side by side. Bless opened up fire flames flew from the 40 cal. A bullet hit the gunman hanging out the sunroof in the chest causing him to fall back down into the Hummer.
“Oh shit, I’m hit,” the man kept shouting to his partner. The driver of the Hummer just looked at his partner. He could care less for him. There was a million dollars a head to make on this. “Yo, we have to finish this job,” he said. “Fuck the job. I’m dying in two minutes!”
While the gunmen were arguing, they never noticed Bless taking the small object in his hand pulling the pin and throwing it in the sunroof of the hummer. “Tess, pull off!” Bless yelled.
The black object fell on the Hummer’s floor between the driver’s feet. “What the fuck was that? Oh shit!” He yelled while looking down and what he saw sent him in shock. “Oh shit, oh shit!” He tried to bend down to grab it and drive at the same time, but the truck kept swerving and he couldn’t grab it.
“Yo, what the fuck was that?” his partner asked.
“It’s a grena…” He never got to finish the sentence. The hummer blew up into pieces right there on the FDR drive. Both men were decapitated and incinerated.
“Bless, we have to dump this car.” Tess said.
“I know, but where,” Bless replied. “We can’t cross the Brooklyn Bridge in this with all the bullet holes. I know someone is going to say they saw this car in the shoot out back there.”
“Yo, we’re close to Chinatown,” Tess replied.
“And?” Bless looked at her crazy, “like what’s your plan?”
“Just watch,” Tess said as she jumped on the exit and headed to Chinatown as fast as she could.
Coming Clean
Chapter 26
Tess drove into Chinatown. She was now in lower Manhattan what they call lower eastside. She made a left then turned into an auto body shop and drove the car into the garage. A brown- skinned Guyanese man was working on a car when he looked up and saw Tess. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Tess yelled out, “Hi Uncle Thomas.”
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bsp; “Hey baby,” Uncle Thomas replied while coming over to give her a hug when Tess stopped him.
“Listen,” Tess said. “I don’t have time to talk. I need you to hide this car for me and fast.”
Bless got out of the passenger seat, “Hi Uncle Thomas.”
“What’s up, Bless?”
“Nothing Uncle, but we don’t have time for the small talk.” Thomas took one look at the Chrysler and knew what time it was by all the bullet holes in the car. Thomas was an older man at fifty years old. He was still young at heart. Tess and Bless gave him the start up money he needed for his car’s body shop. So, he would do anything for them and plus he loved his niece. She was the only family he had. He raised Tess because her mother and father got killed over a bad drug deal in Guyana. So, in return he took care of his sister’s child. The body chop was empty that day. It was just him and his business partner, Young.
“Young close the gates please,” Thomas yelled. Young pressed a button that lowered the gates. “Listen, I’m going to take the car apart. You two get out of here,” Thomas replied. Young threw a set of keys at Bless. Bless looked at the keys then the cars.
“Yo, what car do we go to?” There were five cars in the garage, a Lexus ES, Lincoln LS, Buick, Chevy Impala, and a Dodge Magnum besides the shot up Chrysler.
“It’s the Impala and all the papers are inside the car. The car is in my name.”
“Good looking,” Bless replied.
“Yo, I got something for you two,” Young said. “Follow me to the back.”
Tess looked up at her uncle. “Well don’t look at me, girl. I don’t know what he’s talking about.” All three of them followed Young to a room at the back of the shop. Once they were all inside, Young went to a box and pulled out two bulletproof vests, one big and one small.
“Shit Young, you were thinking of us,” Tess said.
“Always,” Young replied. “I was going to call you, but you just popped up.”
Young was Chinese in his thirties and had been friends with Thomas for a while. He talked Thomas into opening the body shop in the lower eastside right next to Chinatown where he could bring him a lot of business through of all his family and friends. So they became business partners, but young also was in the Chinese Mafia and so was all his family and they sold a lot of things on the Black Market. It allowed him to get his hands on things most people couldn’t like these new vests. “They are stronger than the old bulletproof vests and lighter.”
“Yo, good looking out Young,” Bless said.
“Wait I’m not done. I got something else for you.” Young dug into the box until he pulled out the most beautiful machine gun Bless and Tess had ever seen. “Yo, this here is an AR15 machine gun it holds two hundred rounds and its light as fuck and comes with the black infrared light. Motherfuckers won’t even see the dot on them. Only the person with the gun in his hand can see it,” Young stated.
“Shit,” Bless said. Young passed the gun to Bless and he liked the weight of it. ‘This shit is beautiful,’ he thought to himself.
“And I’m not done,” Young said. “I got four boxes of Black Talon’s bullets to go with that.”
“Damn,” Tess said knowing black Talon’s bullets went through any and everything. “Shit you get an FBI case if they even heard you had some of those bullets.”
Young saw Tess’ face. “Yo, don’t worry Tess. There’s no way they can be traced back to us.”
“Please, I know you on point,” Tess replied. “I was wondering where the fuck is mine.”
With a smile on his face young pulled out another machine gun and handed it to Tess.
“You kids and your toys,” Uncle Thomas said sarcastically.
“Yo Young, I need you to pick something up. I need 15 Mac 11 machine guns,” Bless stated.
“I can get you ten,” Young replied. “Is that cool?”
“Yeah, that would do for now.” Bless knew shit was about to hit the fan and wanted to be ready. Their lives were in danger, but by whom?
“Yo, there is a stash box in the Impala. You guys know where it’s at,” Young replied.
“Bye Young,” Bless said.
“Bye Uncle Thomas,” Tess said and kissed him on the cheek.
“Stay out of trouble please,” Thomas said with concern, but he knew she’d do what she wanted to do. She always had. “I’ll have the Chrysler broken down by tonight. Young and I will work on it. There’ll be no evidence of it,” he said seriously.
Tess and Bless got in the black Impala and headed for their house in Brooklyn. “Shit the FDR is blocked off with cops everywhere.” So, they drove to the 59th Street Bridge to go through Queens to get to Brooklyn.
“Yo Tess, I’m tired of playing games with you,” Bless yelled. “Tell me what the fuck is going on!”
“What you mean,” Tess said.
“Listen, ever since I came home people been trying to kill us and our team. You’re not telling me something. I’ve known this for a while now, but I told myself you’ll tell me when you were ready, but fuck that. You have to come clean with me.”
Tess closed her eyes and sat back in the passenger seat as they made their way to the bridge. She knew it was time to come clean. She really didn’t know how she kept it from him this long. They had always kept it real with each other in their relationship, but she knew it would make him angry and there was no telling what that nigga would do when he was mad, she thought. “Listen baby, I don’t know how to tell you this,” Tess said.
“Just spit it the fuck out already,” Bless replied.
Tess took a deep breath. “Just let me finish before you flip out on me. While you were locked up, I did some jobs for Ricardo.”
“What kind of jobs?” Bless asked.
“I did some contract killings for him.” Tess answered.
“You what? What the fuck you mean you did some contract killings for him? While I was in jail, you was out here wilding the fuck out. What if something would’ve happened to you? Then what would I do? Did you ever take the time to think about that?”
Tess knew he was right because she felt the same way about him. If anything was to happen to Bless, she’d lose her mind. “Baby, I did it for the money. So, we could get out the game sooner like we always talked about.”
“But Tess we were making more than enough money doing what we do,” Bless stated.
“But you knew it wasn’t enough to get out, boo.” Bless knew she was right about that one. They needed enough money to never look back.
“So, how much you made?”
“I have seven million in a Swiss Bank Account,” she replied.
“Damn girl, why you didn’t tell me sooner with the two million in drug money and three million in the real estate company, we could’ve been out.”
“I was scared to tell you.”
“So, how many contracts you did to get that money?”
“Eight and they were all drug lords or dealers and I have more money stashed from times me and the girls robbed some and killed some of them.”
“I should’ve known you didn’t do it alone. So, all of you were doing killings and no one was going to tell me shit.” Bless was getting mad at the fact that they all had hidden this from him.
“The girls didn’t know who we worked for, only Iris does. And Bless one of the contracts was on Ricardo’s brother, Hector.”
“Yo, you killed your connects brother. What the fuck? Does he know?”
“I told you we were working for him. He ordered the kill.”
“So, dude killed his own brother for what? That’s some grimy shit and does Jose know?” Bless asked.
“He did it to take over the family business and Jose doesn’t know. He was supposed to be next on my list, but I told Ricardo I was done with that shit. We have enough money put away and I don’t want to live that life anymore.”
“I understand Tess, but you done hurt so many people we have no way of finding out who our enemies are. But we have to break it down
and find out before they get to us!”
“So, you’re not mad at me,” Tess replied.
“Oh yeah, I’m mad at your ass, but we have bigger problems to worry about.” Bless looked at her and felt she was still keeping something from him, but it wasn’t as big as what she just told him. ‘I’ll get it out of her later,’ he told himself.
Traffic was backed up in Long Island City, Queens. Tess started to think about Ebony and who had her killed and she wondered how Vanessa was holding up. “Yo baby, when we get on the Van Wyck Highway can we stop by Vanessa’s house,” Tess asked.
“Yeah boo, but it’s going to take time with all this traffic.” Bless knew how much Tess loved her girlfriend and knew Ebony’s death was killing his woman. The fact that she didn’t find out who was behind killing her friend was breaking her heart and pulling Vanessa and Tess apart and when Tess hurt, he hurts.
Tracing the Loot
Chapter 27
Vanessa was in the kitchen of her Jamaica, Queen’s house with her brown red nose pit Chew Chew. She named him Chew Chew because he would always be chewing on something. Vanessa was crying while she was cooking pork chops for her and Chew Chew. “I guess it’s me and you now boy.” Chew Chew was sitting at her feet and could sense her pain. So, he licked her toes making her laugh. “Stop Chew Chew,” she said in between laughing then she bent down and hugged her dog. “I love you too, Chew Chew.”
Sitting across the street watching Vanessa with binoculars were Carlos and five of his henchmen in a black Chevy Avalanche. Carlos looked at the monitor of the tracing device once more making sure he had the address right and making sure the money was inside the house.
“Yo, we been watching the house all day when are we going to fucking move in on her,” one of the gunmen said from the back seat.
Carlos turned around and smacked him in the face in one quick move. “We move when I say we fucking move. Don’t you dare question me!”
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