“Best believe…” Candace answered.
“That wasn’t really smart,” Claire said. “He could have the entire police force from North Carolina looking for us.”
“That’s where we are? North Carolina…?”
“Yep, don’t let their smiles fool you. These country folks are just as grimy as New Yorkers.”
“You’re telling me, big sis? We’ll have to check it out,” Candace said.
“I don’t see any reasons why we shouldn’t,” Claire said, taking the soap to wash her sister’s back. “Let’s find out if they’re friends or foes. Either way we’ll get at these suckers.”
“What’re you gonna do with what’s-his-face?”
“Take him. He a grown ass, he can handle his,” Claire smiled.
“He sure can,” Candace said. “Enough with the bedroom talk. Do we even want to include him like that?”
The question soaked in Claire’s mind as the shower continued to run. Her sister applied more soap to her back and gave her a deep rub.
CHAPTER 10
The four emerged from the parking lot and got in the car. Sean posted up in the driver’s seat. Candace applied lipstick while Claire drove. Sean and Jacque rode in the next car.
“You never told me them two get freaky like that?” Sean said, lighting a cigarette.
“I told you they were different than other bitches you knew, right?” Jacque answered tersely.
“Yeah, you did,” Sean smiled, nodding and looking at Jacque. “But that didn’t give me any hint on what to expect.”
“Different for them means freaky, fucking different.”
“I see. Last night was crazy…”
“Say no more. I don’t want to hear about it. Just take it as me envying you.”
“You mean you still haven’t fucked any of them, Jacque?” Sean asked, laughing.
“I used to fuck with Candace but you remember when they set me up with Melanie. That was back in the days with she’s still a pretty ass Spanish chick, I still fucks with her. Bang that was it for me, and the sisters,” Jacque deadpanned.
The sound of his cellphone ringing immediately jarred him back to reality. It was Claire.
“Are you comfy back there?”
“Yeah…”
“Claire, tell me what you think of this shade?” Candace asked.
“That’s hot, sis.”
“Y’all two are looking really nice and comfy back there…” Claire said, getting back to Jacque.
“Why we switch up like this?” Jacque asked.
“Your pal, Contessa, told her cronies to call my phone. She’s been spreading it that we on the run and need cars and guns. She’s got every Tom, Dick, and Harry blowing up my cellphone, trying to sell me guns and cars. What’s up with that?”
“I don’t know… She did that?”
“She can’t be trusted…” Claire said.
“Do you have me on speakerphone?”
“Yes we do. So don’t say anything silly. It may cost you.”
Jacque could hear Claire and Candace loudly laughing.
“So what we’re gonna do?”
“We’re gonna pay Contessa a visit…”
“Be careful, I heard she hangs with some shady gringos.”
“That’s what you heard? Are you sure you haven’t been screwing her too?” Candace asked Jacque.
“No, my peeps told me niggas always getting jacked over there.”
“You don’t say? Only niggas, huh Jacque…?” Candace asked.
“You may not wanna call ahead and say nothing, Jacque,” Claire said before hanging up.
Moments later, Claire pulled off the road and drove into a lot. The garage was open but no one was around. Jacque and Sean walked ahead of the girls. They went up a spiral stairs leading them to the second floor landing. The sound of Bachata was loud in the background. Five Spanish men were drinking Tequila while playing cards with a heavy set woman, clad in only bra and panties.
“Contessa, your ta-tas are out…” one of the card-players laughed.
“It is strip poker. And I haven’t won a single game yet, Jose,” Contessa said, holding her stomach and cackling loudly. She slapped Jose on the head and laughed some more.
“I think you’re losing on purpose,” another player laughed, and Contessa slapped him also.
“Looks like we have customers,” one of the players said, looking up.
“I’m Jose,” one of the card players said, walking over to the group.
“We’re here to see Contessa,” Claire said firmly.
“I’m Contessa,” the busty, fake blonde said, glancing up and acknowledging the newcomers. “Mi casa su casa…”
“Our boy, Jacque’s a friend of Reggie. And Reggie sent us… We got the money…”
“That’s all you had to say,” Contessa smiled. “Reggie’s name’s still alright around here.”
The card players huddled together for a few minutes. Claire started pacing back and forth. She stopped, and peeked at the cards in one of the player’s hand.
“You’ve got a dead man’s hand,” she said interrupting. Suddenly, all the card players looked at her.
“Huh…?” Contessa wondered aloud.
“The pair of aces and the pair of eights you got means you’re holding a dead man’s hand,” Claire smiled.
“Who asked you?” Contessa asked with a cold stare. Silence spread throughout the air.
“Do we have to stand around while you figure what you want to do?” Candace asked.
“No, you could sit your asses down and stop interrupting,” one of the men said.
“Hombre, careful how you talk to my sister,” Claire warned.
Contessa turned slowly. She threw a shot of Tequila in the back of her throat, gargled and swallowed without wincing.
“You got some mouth on you for a fugitive…” she noted, wiping her mouth with her hand.
“And…?” Claire answered.
“We got your money. We’re here to do biz. Let’s see the merchandise, please,” Candace said.
“And you’re impatient, huh?” Contessa said, scoffing at Candace.
“Are we gonna see the merchandise?”
“Y’all some big mouth, boosting-ass-bitches,” Contessa retorted.
“What the fuck…?” Claire asked.
“Hey, hey watch your language fat lady. Let’s do business,” Candace said holding her sister back.
“Jose, agarre las pistolas…”
Claire and Contessa leered at each other when Jose walked away. The stare down continued until Jose returned with a small cache of weapons. Clearing the gambling table, the guns were placed in front of the sisters.
“Damn!” Sean muttered under his breath.
Candace watched Claire picked up a Glock 27, and her lips curled into a half smile. she could tell that her sister liked the sleek black weapon.
“This is my soul-mate…” Claire fawned, rubbing the short muzzle gun.
Candace toyed with the Smith and Wesson 45. Under the watchful gaze of Contessa and her hombres, she fidgeted with the trigger mechanism of the powerful handgun.
“You have some clean tools here,” Candace complimented.
“Where’re the bullets?” Claire asked, throwing a wad of bills on the table. Contessa quickly snatched it up, and started counting the money.
“You can have those cases, but it will cost you another few more hundreds,” Contessa said, pointing.
One of the men brought a package. Contessa was still busy with the money. She winked and smiled at Jose when she was finished. Claire threw a couple bills down. The busty blonde nodded.
“Sean, please take these tools out of here and you and Jacque wait in the car. We’ll be right out,” Claire said to Sean, keeping her eyes on Contessa the whole time.
“Okay…” Sean said packing up the weapons and leaving with a brown shopping bag. Candace opened her handbag and removed her lipstick holder.
“Is there a bathro
om here?” she asked.
“Si, over there, senora,” Jose said.
She walked away and Contessa sat down facing Claire. She removed three bullets from a pouch, and slowly dropped them one at a time. When the third bullet hit the floor, the men made a move. Candace walked out of the bathroom, sawed-off shotgun blazing as the third bullet hit. She blasted three of the card players and Claire hit the other two. Contessa was untouched and stunned, shaking. Jacque watched it going down from a corner.
When he heard the explosion, Sean ran back upstairs, his heartbeat increasing with every step. He busted through the door, fearing the worse. A sigh of relief escaped him when he saw the bodies.
“Let’s Go. Don’t kill her,” he said as Claire aimed the gun at Contessa.
“Please, please don’t kill me, don’t kill me. They’re the ones who were trying to rob you,” she pleaded, pointing at the wasted bodies, leaking blood all over the concrete.
“Shut your mouth, heffa!” Candace barked.
“Next time you try to rob anyone, you think twice,” Claire said.
“It wasn’t me. I swear…”
“Don’t try my patience,” Candace said, kicking the chair.
The fat blonde promptly fell on her ass. Candace shoved the pump in her face. “Remember this… You owe me,” Candace said and walked out.
“It must be your lucky day…” Claire smiled.
They turned and were walking away, when Contessa lifted up one of her tit and pulled out a snub nosed 45. She took aim and was about to pop off.
“Look out!” Sean yelled.
Candace swung the pump around and fired. The bullet scattered the plump, meaty blonde’s stomach all over the place. The four ran downstairs and peeled out, hitting the street with speed. At a highway rest area, Claire inspected the new guns while Candace changed positions with Sean.
“He deserved sump’n extra for saving our lives,” Claire said with a wink. Candace leaned into the window and let out a shrill laugh. She smirked when Sean got inside the car.
“Y’all are okay?” Sean said, sounding shaken. His voice was barely audible when he shut the door.
“Huh…? I didn’t hear ya?” Claire answered.
“Yeah, say it loud, like you did last night, baby boy. Don’t tell me you shook up over that little incident back there. It was just us girls against them bad hombres,” Claire said.
“I’ve seen bodies before. But that was…”
“Here now. Don’t start acting like you’re some type of boy-scout,” Candace chuckled, walking away.
CHAPTER 11
“You alright…?” Jacque asked.
Jacque and Sean were inside the hotel, enjoying porn on the television. They watched India and Extacy worked a double team on Mr. Steel. Both their lips were locked around his thick dick. A chorus of moans came from the actors and audience alike.
“Yeah, I’m better, Jacque. But you’re right, them chicks are bananas.”
“They’re like family. I can’t talk that way ‘bout them. So it’s all good.”
“What’re you talking ‘bout, man?” Sean asked.
“Same thing you talking ‘bout…”
“I’m just saying them sisters ain’t nobody to fuck with,” Sean said, gulping beer and going back to sucking Jacque dick.
“Ah, yeah… That’s known…” Jacque sipped.
“When they rolled on ah… That fat-ass Contessa and her goons... They bodied everyone up in there. They had that big, fake-ass, gangsta bitch was bawling like a little baby.”
“I ain’t never seen two bitches—” Sean started to say but Jacque interrupted.
“Whoa, no need for the disrespect,” Jacque said, shoving Sean’s head down.
“My bad, my bad, but they straight up killers,” Sean said, returning to sucking.
“Hmm… Ah yeah… Dumb-ass Contessa was up to her old tricks. When she saw all that cash, she thought she should take it.”
“C’mon, you know that foul-ass-Reggie set it up.”
“Damn!” Jacque shouted and after busting a nut, Jacque hurriedly detangled Sean’s lips from his dick. The knocking grew louder. Sean jumped up and raced to the bathroom.
“Yeah, and now he better be on the run,” Jacque smiled, sipping his beer.
The doorbell sounded twice, followed by loud knocking.
“Damn, damn, double damn! I know it couldn’t be Candace or Claire. When they go shopping, they shop for days. Who the fuck could be so damn impatient…?” Jacque wondered aloud, limping to the door. “Who is it?”
“It’s delivery…”
“Hold on, I’ll be right with you,” Jacque said with a smile before getting the door. “Don’t tell them about this, I’ve known them for a long time. And I know for sure that Claire would flip if she found out,” he said, reaching for a beer. “Want another one?” he asked, handing a can to Sean. They both sipped.
CHAPTER 12
It was warm, bright and sunny, the kind of day that brings shoppers out to the stores. Candace and Claire strolled through a mall on the outskirts of Miami. They removed their sunglasses and walked into the store. Both were dressed in Prada knock-offs. They sauntered through the store selecting Prada items. They carried the clothing to the dressing room. Claire checked for security cameras. She left an imprint of her lips on the glass of the mirror in the dressing room.
“Cool,” Claire announced.
Candace pulled out a sensor remover from her bag. They quickly removed the sensors and changed clothes. Candace carefully placed the sensors on the knock off items and exited the room with security personnel watching them closely. They paid for belts and hats to match before leaving.
“Store security was on to us,” Claire said.
“I know,” Candace said.
“I made a bee-line for the cash register,” Claire said.
“Fuck that. Let’s go get something for the guys,” Claire said.
“Oh yeah, there’s Fendi…”
The summer sale was on and the store was very crowded. Claire and Candace found the shirt department.
“I like this, Candy,” Claire said, searching for the right sizes.
“Yeah, Jacque is six two and Sean’s about six four or so…”
“Whatever the size, I’m getting ready to do this,” Claire said, quickly removing the shirt from the rack. “This is mine,” she said, attempting to remove the sensor. The security device burst opened spilling ink was all over the shirt.
“Store security is headed this way,” Candace informed her sister. Claire was in the midst of removing the sensor from another expensive shirt.
“Fuck that! I’m out of here with these shirts,” Claire said.
“Claire we gotta leave right now. The store security people are on their way…”
“Just a few more seconds and I’ll be…”
“Fuck that! We don’t have time,” Candace mused.
“C’mon Candy, I got it,” Claire said, ready to leave.
Candace was on her heels and so were the store security personnel.
“Oh shit! They’re on to us, big sis.”
Candace was hurrying out of the store. They saw the store’s security and picked up their paces, heading toward the main area of the mall. Other security personnel joined the store security and closely followed behind Claire and Candace. The sisters started zigzagging through stores, bumping into shoppers. The sisters quickened their pace. Candace spotted a stretch limo with the chauffer sitting idle outside the mall.
“Let’s jack that limo,” Candace suggested.
The security persons were now running with their communication devices operating at full blast. Claire could hear the squelch of their walkie-talkie as she raced to the parked limousine and hastily jumped in. The driver was in complete shock as two new passengers jumped into the empty backseat.
“We need your car for a few…”
“I’m sorry but I’m afraid that’s totally out of the question.”
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�We have to leave this place now…”
“What the hell?” he exclaimed when Candace pulled out a gun. “What do you think this is? Some kind of a…”
“Jack-move,” Candace said and put the gun to his head.
“Ah… I see your point…” the driver said in a trembling voice.
The security persons were very close. Two of them were standing next to the car while four others walked in pairs, searching behind the dumpsters and stairwells.
“Let’s go!” Claire ordered.
“If you shut up and drive, I’ll let you live,” Candace said.
“Is there anywhere in particular you’d like me to take you?”
“Just drive around for a few minutes. I’ll tell you when to stop,” Claire said.
The limousine rolled out and the security people jumped out of the way.
“Easy, does it,” Candace said as the moving car left the security personnel scrambling out of the way. “We don’t want to attract unwanted attention.”
The chauffer drove warily around for about fifteen minutes with a look of fright all over his face. When the sisters saw that the coast was clear. They instructed him to pull over and walked to the parked rental car. Claire hurriedly drove back to the hotel and both ran into the room with Jacque and Sean still sipping beer.
“What y’all doing up in here?”
“Sipping brew and watching porn of course…” Candace said, looking at the television.
“Just like damn men…” Claire said.
“Let’s pack up and get out of here.”
“I thought we were leaving when it gets dark?’ Jacque asked.
“Change of plans,” Claire said.
CHAPTER 13
It was a scorching hot day in Miami. The Osorio sisters had completed another boosting mission. They were in separate cars. Jacque rode with Sean and Candace and Claire were together. They slowed as they passed a mall with Harry Winston jewelers. Claire strained her neck to see the display window.
“Oh it would be heavenly to have items from there,” Candace said, peering intensely.
“Yeah, it would be like having multiple orgasms,” Claire smiled.
“I wonder if we shouldn’t park and…” Candace mused.
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