A Hood Legend

by Victor L. Martin

  Felix brushed ashes from his silk shirt. “I talked to DJ and he said it was an easy take, so he took it. But I advised him of the rules that Menage set and I asked him to follow them. For now it’s best you let it sit. It’s your call, Dwight . . . when will you be heading back to Miami? The helicopter will leave soon and I know how you get airsick,” Felix said with a grin.

  “Well, if it’s not too much of a problem I’d like to stay here tonight—just to unwind. But I’ll need to call Tina. I’m having a problem with my cell and two-way.”

  Felix smiled. “Not a problem.” He was about to tell Dwight about how he had a system that could block out all outgoing and incoming calls, but he figured he’d keep it to himself. Recording devices also monitored his phones twenty four/seven. “Dwight, I have rooms I haven’t even seen myself,” Felix chuckled. They both stood.

  “I wonder how he’s doing,” Dwight said finishing his fourth glass of wine. He felt warm.

  “No need to worry. I have a direct line with Dr. Wilson and his staff, so I’ll be the first to know of any change in his condition,” Felix said.

  “I wonder ... I mean, I can’t believe that Chandra is having his child and he doesn’t even know it,” Dwight said softly. Felix told him not to worry again as he picked up the phone.

  “Ah, señorita ... yes ... I’m fine. We’ll be having a guest for dinner tonight, and fix up a room also. Yes, thank you ... that will do.” He hung up the phone and drew hard on his cigar. His eyes met Dwight’s. “Dwight, we’ll find out who did this and they will pay—that I can promise you. But for now, we wait. Time will tell and the streets will talk, so just go along as usual and let me handle things, okay?”

  “Mr. Marchetti, do you think that if... I mean when he comes back, he’ll stay in the game? I was just thinking ...”

  Felix put out his cigar and spoke slowly. “Truth be told, Dwight, at times I try hard to put myself in the next man’s shoes to stay ahead in this game. But with ... it’s so different ... he’s in his own world ... and he’s playing the field.”

  Dwight recalled the last night they had gone out and how Menage acted in the parking lot, as if he was on a stage. Menage thrived on attention.

  “Well, I’m sorry, I have some business to take care of. But I’ll be seeing you at dinner tonight.”

  “Yes, Mr. Marchetti.”

  “Good. Miss Welton will tend to your needs . . . and Dwight, the last thing you need to do is feel guilty. I know how close the two of you are and I’m so sorry,” he said taking Dwight’s hand.

  “Thank you.”

  Felix walked out of the room, followed by an Afghan hound that had been curled up by the door. Convinced that all he could do was wait, Dwight poured his fifth glass of wine. Standing in front of the huge, floor-to-ceiling window, he looked out at the Miami skyline. He then watched Felix’s helicopter take off just a few yards from his luxurious yacht. He began to loosen his silk tie just as Miss Welton silently walked up behind him and tapped him on his shoulder. He was startled.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Macmillan. I didn’t mean to startle you,” she said. Dwight looked down at the small woman. She was old enough to be his grandmother.

  He smiled. “It’s okay. I’m fine. I’m just stressed, that’s all. And you can call me Dwight.”

  “Oh . . . well, Mr. Dwight, if you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to your room,” she said.

  “Uh . . . Miss Welton . . . are you French? Your accent is strong.”

  “Yes, I am, Mr. Dwight,” she said leading him upstairs.

  “Did Mr. Marchetti mention to you that I need to use the phone?” Dwight spoke in flawless French, surprising her. She stopped and slowly turned back to look at him with a smile on her face. She spoke back to him in French.

  “Your French is excellent, Mr. Dwight, and yes, there is a phone in your room and a change of clothes to suit your taste is laid out for you.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You are welcome, Mr. Dwight, who speaks good French.” They both laughed as she showed him to his room.

  * * *

  “Where can we meet?” Tina said standing in her bathroom taking off her make up.

  “Come to my place ’bout nine thirty. Are you sure Dwight’ll be staying at the island with Mr. Felix?” DJ asked.

  “Yes, I’m sure. And where are you anyway?” she asked, not really caring where he was.

  “Getting the system fixed in my truck,” he lied.

  “Oh . . . well, I’ll be there.”

  “Hey, you gonna wear that see-through bra and thong set?”

  “That’s just a waste, DJ,” Tina said laughing.

  “So what are you doin’ right this second?”

  “Mmm . . . rubbing some scented cream on my thighs. I just stepped out of the shower, so I’m naked.”

  “You need to drop Dwight, girl,” DJ said glancing at the new Jacob on his wrist.

  “Oh, really! I don’t think so, DJ. Your money ain’t long enough, so don’t go catchin’ feelings for me!”

  “So my money ain’t long, huh? But how about my dick?”

  “DJ, don’t start. I told you day one how it would be, so do you want to see me or not?” DJ said that he did and hung up his phone.

  “Stupid bitch!” Erasing her from his mind, he went back to counting the money stacked up on his kitchen table. He stopped at seventy-two thousand and he still had a few stacks left. He lit a blunt and headed back out to distribute his coke and make a few sales. DJ now had a good deal of control at the chop shop and did his best to fill Menage’s shoes. He couldn’t believe how Tina had dissed him, but still she would be over his crib later on. As he pulled up to Lou’s mansion, he smiled to himself, thinking about his new rank. He now had money and power. The money was good and the power, a glock .40 was sitting on his lap. As far as respect was concerned, he’d make sure he got it if he had to. He now hung out with rappers, fucked model chicks and lived the life he’d always wanted—in the limelight.

  * * *

  Dwight looked at his watch. It was now almost half past seven. He sat at Felix’s large wet bar with its marble top and gold edges. He told the bartender he would pour his own drinks. He filled up his glass with Bacardi Limon. Resting his elbows on the bar, he let his mind wander. Tina . . . what would I do without her . . . my man is laid up in a coma . . . he thought to himself. He knew Felix was right; things had to move forward, but he knew it would be different without Menage around. He finished his drink in one swallow and refilled it. He lifted the glass to his lips and noticed that his hand was trembling. He closed his eyes and slowly placed the drink down. Slow down, man, don’t fucking over-do it. His mind was racing. Things would have to change. He now had the last word on how things would be run at the chop shop, but for now he would let DJ hold it down until he got everything in order. He sat alone in the dark. He desperately needed to hold Tina in his arms. Earlier on the phone she had told him to stay on the island to relax. He slowly stood, walked up the long staircase and made his way to bed. At first he thought sleep wouldn’t come, but as soon as he fell onto the king-sized bed his exhaustion overcame him.

  * * *

  Tina stood in front of the mirror naked. She cupped her breasts and thought of what DJ was going to do to her. She quickly got dressed and jumped into her two-door, deep shadow blue, pearl PT cruiser convertible. She didn’t see anything wrong with sexing—no—fucking DJ, because it was only to help out Dwight. DJ was fine and loved to please her, and he had no limitations on doing as she asked. She just hoped he wouldn’t fall in love with her . . . maybe this would be his last night inside of her . . . well, maybe. Tina knew things would be different now that Menage was out of the picture. And to think that he turned her down one night . . . must be a fag!

  * * *

  Detective Covington took another picture of the flashy truck parked in front of DJ’s apartment. He had taken several pictures of DJ going into hotels with two girls and then of him returning home. This
was getting him nowhere. It was after ten now and he was about to call it a night when a PT cruiser with its top down appeared. It was too dark to make a correct call on the color. He quickly picked his camera back up again. “Nice . . . nice,” he said getting some good shots of a woman getting out of the vehicle. He also got a close-up of DJ holding the woman in his arms in the doorway, kissing her with his hand on her nicely shaped ass. “Lucky man,” he said as the door closed. All this action had him tired and horny . . . time to go home.

  * * *

  “You’re late,” DJ said locking the door.

  “And!” Tina said as she led him to his bedroom. He couldn’t take his eyes off the tightfitting, Frankie B. jeans.

  “Damn, you look good, Tina,” he said as she stood by his bed. “Come here.” She slowly walked toward him and into his arms, her breasts and nipples pressed tightly against the shirt she wore. Their lips met and their tongues danced back and forth. He brought her closer to his body, knowing she could feel his erection.

  “Mmm . . . do me first, DJ,” Tina purred as he licked her neck. He pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor. He playfully squeezed her left breast.

  “No lingerie tonight?” DJ said as he undid her pants, rubbing her luscious set of hips.

  “No, boy, just my birthday suit,” she replied, breathing heavily as he slid her pants down to her ankles.

  “You are so fucking sexy, Tina,” DJ said running his fingers through her thick pubic hairs and finding his way easily inside of her.

  “Wait!” she said pushing him away.

  “What . . . what is it?” DJ said, hoping she wouldn’t change her mind. He looked at her firm tits and eraser-sized brown nipples.

  “Let’s make it last tonight, DJ,” she said smiling. “And leave the lights on!”

  “Don’t I always?” he said slipping out of his pants. At six foot three, he stood in front of her in a pair of silk boxers. She chuckled as they rolled on his bed play fighting. “Lay on your back, boy—now, DJ.” He did as he was told. Tina sat down next to him and smiled when she pulled his boxers down; his penis went past his navel. DJ moaned as she gripped it and slowly started to pump him with her hand.

  “Oh, DJ, don’t it feel good, baby?” she purred picking up the pace. DJ looked at her hanging breasts, the thickness of her hips and the hairy bush between her legs. “I’m talking to you,” she said still pumping.

  “Y-yeah . . . it feels so g-good,” he said, his chest rising and falling with his quick breathing. Her hand was now a blur as DJ lost control and called out her name. He thought it couldn’t get any better, but when she slowed down and started flicking her tongue back and forth across the tip of his head, he arched his back. Suddenly she stopped and DJ watched her roll onto her stomach. She looked back at him and wiggled her ass. DJ moaned with lust at the sight. His head was spinning as he started to rub her ass. Squeezing and softly smacking her cheeks, he glanced down at himself and saw that he was dripping pre-cum on the bed. She’s something else, he thought. She closed her eyes and bit her lip when she felt DJ pry her cheeks apart.

  “Lick it, DJ . . . lick it, baby . . . then fuck me!” That’s just what he did after he ate her ass and sex for close to twenty minutes. Putting on a condom, he got on top of her and deeply entered her wet opening. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck as he drilled her just the way she wanted him to. They definitely weren’t making love; they were fucking. Later that night, Tina brought DJ to the Promised Land. He didn’t get the pleasure of cumming in her mouth, but he coated her breasts and chin and he was satisfied. She lay next to him as he rubbed the back of her neck.

  “Do you think Menage will make it?” she asked.

  “Hope not . . . but if he do, he won’t be himself—a retard or something. Hell, God can’t even help that nigga!” They both laughed.

  “So how are things at the shop?” she said pinching his left nipple.

  “Well, a few cats got mad ’cause of the changes, but they’ll be okay. Money talks. I can pay them more by doing more cars. You gotta take chances in this game, you feel me?”

  “I’ve been feeling you all night,” she said moving her hand toward his crotch to fondle his now-flaccid penis. She worked him with her hands, bringing him back to life and he started to suck on her breast. “Do me, boy! Do me some more, DJ, please.” He got on his back and had her squat down on top of his face. “Mmmm, boy, that’s nice,” she said running her fingers through his soft curly hair.

  Maybe Tina really did love Dwight, but yet she lay naked with another man. She knew she would just about kill Dwight if he cheated on her. She knew this was her last night with DJ, but she didn’t tell him yet. Why spoil the fun? She got a kick out of doing it behind Dwight’s back. She felt in control, plus DJ would do anything for her when it came to getting between her legs. Tina understood the power of the pussy all too well.

  After playing with DJ, she would focus on Dwight and marriage. Dwight was such a faithful, loving man and she would be his faithful, loving wife ... Well ... what he don’t know won’t hurt him, she thought as DJ made her cum with his talented tongue. He had turned her onto her back and she put her legs up on his shoulders. He pumped her with fast and powerful strokes. She knew it would be hard to stop seeing him and he made it difficult for her to even think about it when he hit her G-spot. The rhythmic sound of their bodies slapping up against each other filled the room. DJ gritted his teeth and added more power to his thrust. This shocked Tina; she never experienced him in this way before. It was pure bliss. Her mouth dropped open, but no sound came forth. She felt as if she couldn’t breathe and it was getting darker.

  “DJ!” she cried. Ignoring her, he pinned her legs behind her head, knowing she was double-jointed. Faster, harder, deeper, he drove himself inside of her. Tina’s breasts bounced wildly about from all the pounding. “Mmmm ... I’m ... I’m ... gonna cum ... D ... DJ, don’t stop,” she moaned rolling her hips as he continued to pound her. His face was drenched with sweat as he fucked her like he never had before. It was feeling so damn good ... too damn good. Her sex gripped him like a suction cup and he began to stroke her deep and fast.

  “Tina . . . Tina . . . Tina . . . Tina!”

  “Yes, DJ, yes!”

  Their cries were simultaneous. DJ grunted when he felt Tina’s wetness and heat all over his penis, still thrusting between her legs. Caught up in lust and pleasure, he buried his head in her neck. Tina reached down and stroked DJ’s balls and he lost all control. He screamed out her name as his body rocked involuntarily and he came inside of her. Tina felt the hot juice running down her inner thigh as he jerked back and forth. Her mind went blank. Breathing hard, he rolled off of her. Tina slowly moved her hand down between her legs and felt what DJ had put inside of her, along with a piece of the torn rubber.

  “N-o-o-o-o ... please, God, n-o-o-o-o!” she wailed. DJ tried to comfort her, but she freaked out, yelling and crying at the same time, asking him to explain.

  “Stupid bitch, it felt too damn good to stop!” he wanted to tell her, but he just sat on the edge of the bed with his head down.

  She could only hope that he didn’t have any STDs, but more than that, she didn’t want to get pregnant. She quickly got dressed, muttering something that DJ couldn’t understand. She left without saying a word.

  DJ went into the kitchen and tried to calm himself. He didn’t know what the fuck Tina was going to do. Maybe she’ll tell Dwight I raped her . . . nah . . . but that’s one silly bitch, he thought. He could only wait now. He picked up a bottle of Martell and threw it against the wall. “This is bullshit!” he yelled. Looking at his clock he saw that it was almost four in the morning. He had to get himself together and he knew just how. He snuck across the street and tapped on the front door of a large, brick house. “C’mon, girl, get up,” he mumbled.

  The door opened a few seconds later. Standing in front of DJ was a short, white girl, a little on the chubby side with rollers in
her hair. She wasn’t something to walk in the park with, but she had what he needed—a nice hot mouth and a body that was always down for sex. And DJ had what she needed as well—a big penis to make her happy while her husband was at work. Quickly letting him in, she stepped out of her nightgown and dropped to her knees to unfasten his pants. He knew she could taste and smell the scent of Tina on his penis, but she paid it no mind and didn’t spill a single drop when he blasted in her mouth.

  “Swallow it, bitch,” he muttered through clenched teeth, gripping her head in the dark living room.

  * * *

  That night, Benita and Lisa returned from North Carolina after visiting family for a few days. Benita didn’t want to go, but Lisa insisted that she come along to get things off her mind. Lisa unpacked her bags as Benita checked the answering machine. The two calls from DJ surprised Lisa. Dwight also called Benita, telling her to call him as soon as possible but the call was now two days old. She thought it was odd for him to be calling and thought that maybe he was calling about Menage. She was unable to stop thinking of him since their date. On her way to bed, she checked the DVR to make sure it had recorded her favorite program that aired every Sunday. Then she called it a night. She planned to ask Dwight what was going on with Menage and why he hadn’t phoned when she returned his call. Lisa went right to bed; she had to work the next day and she wanted to make DJ sweat a little bit.

  * * *

  Friday Morning

  “Tina, I’m home,” Dwight yelled as he closed the door of their condo. He dropped his jacket onto the couch and walked to the bedroom to find Tina asleep wearing a purple Victoria’s Secret teddy. He stood at the edge of the bed, gazing at the woman he loved. He gently moved the hair from her face. He didn’t know what he would do without her. Just as he sat on the edge of the bed, she slowly opened her eyes.

  “Hey, Boo,” she said in a tired voice. She sat up and placed her head on his shoulder. “I missed you last night and I hope you don’t plan on staying with Felix overnight anymore. I was so alone without you,” she added sweetly.