Street Chic

by Anthony Whyte

  “What’s good…?”

  “Why didn’t you lemme know that Claire and Candace was in so much damn trouble,” Street almost shouted. She quickly resumed her official capacity and continued with less emotion. “I found out all about it from my captain just a few minutes ago. Jacque tell me what you know and help me to help them before any further harm is done.”

  At first Jacque was unsure, but eventually complied after several minutes of Sheryl explaining to him that she wouldn’t tell anyone and would keep everything he told her confidential. He revealed the location in Florida where Melanie had the girls living but didn’t give the exact address. He did give her Candace’s telephone number. Sheryl immediately made the call from her personal cellphone. The outgoing message came through loud and clear. Sheryl left a message for her stepsisters and hung up. She continued the conversation with Jacque.

  Later that day, Mimmy called and after pleasantries were exchanged, Sheryl told her that her daughters were in a heap of trouble. Mimmy wanted details but Sheryl promised to call back. She didn’t want to be the one that gave Mimmy all the bad news about her daughters. Jacque was right. Mimmy had no idea about what was going down.

  It was late in the evening when Claire called. At first she didn’t know who it was, but a few words later and she knew it was Sheryl.

  “Please, you and Candace have to meet with me as soon as soon as possible,” Sheryl suggested.

  Claire agreed and set the meeting later in a restaurant in a busy part of the city.

  At ten in the evening, they met at the Capital Grille restaurant. Street was nervous and she opted to wear civilian clothes, a skirt and blouse with heels. Both girls walked into the busy restaurant and all eyes were on them. Claire and Candace looked really relaxed like they were on vacation, but Sheryl knew they were on the run. The sisters were up to no good.

  “How did you get my number, Orphan Annie?” Claire teased.

  “Well first of all, I’m no longer an orphan or whatever you might think.”

  “Testy, testy now…?”

  “I found my mother. That was the reason I joined up with the police here. It was to find my mother.”

  “Well good for you,” Claire said.

  “That’s great, but you still didn’t say who gave you big sis’ digits,” Candace said.

  The trio was completely unaware that they were being watched by another diner who was secretly taking snapshots of them and straining to eavesdrop on their conversation. She applied lipstick and listened while examining the photos of Candace and Claire. The undercover detective covered the photo with a newspaper and looked at the file when the waiter took her order. She called in for backup when Candace whisked by on her way to the bathroom.

  Armed and extremely dangerous, do not approach without backup.

  The results were text back in a jiffy with precaution. Candace sashayed by and joined the others sitting at their table, about two feet away from the detective. Her palms were getting sweaty and her fingers itched. She wanted to arrest the sisters, but knew that Sheryl Street was an officer. The undercover detective got the update from the central command. The detective received the news via cellphone. It was confirmed that Street and the sisters had lived under the same roof.

  Street was unaware of this silent observer. Out of some unexplained loyalty, she felt compelled to do everything she could to help Claire and Candace Osorio. Yet she chided herself for thinking this way. They were on different sides. The sisters were known fugitives, and she was an officer of the law. There was a dire need motivating her to help them. The sisters however, were protective of each other and refused her help.

  Several ideas flooded her mind as she watched the girls sipping wine. All the time Street was trying not to be obvious with her concerns. She was so focused on the sisters that she didn’t see the patron sitting behind them, tilting the mirror at an angle to get a better view of the trio. The undercover officer made her move toward their table.

  “Did Orphan Annie…? I’m sorry… Did Sheryl say how she got your number, big sis?”

  “Yeah Candy, she said that our boy, Jacque, gave her the number,” Claire deadpanned.

  “I can smell a cop…” Candace said and arched her eyebrow, signaling to Claire.

  “If that’s the case then you know what time it is…”

  Claire and Candace inconspicuously reached for their guns. Giggling and clowning, they seemed to relish the heightened tension of the moment. For Street, time froze as the eatery transformed into a potential shooting gallery. Guns were drawn and other patrons became nervous. But for the Osorios, it was as if nothing was wrong.

  “Hmm, hmm…”

  “Oh yeah,” Candace nodded.

  The sisters turned, displaying their artillery. The move caught Street clutching her service piece too late inside her handbag. Candace turned and Street caught her by the arm and sent her flying with a kick to her midsection. Candace landed like a rag doll on the floor. She bounced up with blood in her eyes. The other diners and staff ducked as the fracas erupted. Claire held her gun on the undercover detective.

  “I’ll blow you away, cop,” she hissed.

  During the scuffle with Candace, Street’s pocketbook fell and her gun was still inside. She tried going for it, but it was too late. Candace had recovered and was on her.

  “Bitch, don’t you know you can get smoked…” Candace said, rushing forward gun in hand.

  Claire grabbed Candace by the arm. The restaurant’s staff and patrons began racing to the exit. The sisters stood back to back with guns trained on the undercover detective and Street. She had no gun.

  “Claire and Candace Osorio you’re under arrest for… Murder…” the undercover detective yelled.

  “You will die cop bitch before I go anywhere!” Claire shouted at the undercover detective.

  Neither was backing down, but when Street pulled out her badge out, and marched into the scene. She stood between the undercover detective and the sisters. Both Claire and Candace’s guns were now pointing at the undercover detective. The detective finally lowered her weapon when she realized that she was outgunned.

  “Stay out of it! Or else you will eat lead too, cop!” Claire shouted at Street.

  “Give it up. Please don’t do this Claire…”

  “Shuddafuckup Orphan Annie…!” Candace yelled, lunging forward with her gun. Claire held her sister off.

  “Turn yourselves in. This may be the last chance for the both of you. They know all about, the murders you’re tied to… I can make it simple for you two, even make a deal. Don’t throw away your lives, for what? You’re still who you are in the end.”

  “Well, if ain’t Orphan Annie, always trying to help us. You brought the law here?” Claire asked.

  “I told you, big sis, not to meet with her ’cause she would set us up.”

  Street came too close and Claire let her have it. A right fist smashed her grill. Street collapsed like she had been hit by a Mack truck. Candace hit the undercover with the butt of her weapon. The sisters quickly picked up their handbags and walked calmly to their motorcycles. Street recovered quickly and picked up her pocketbook. She ran outside with her gun drawn, but put it away as the girls rode by. The meeting had gone awry.

  “I told you I smelled a cop,” Candace said when they were stopped by a red light.

  “Forget her. Let’s go make some money with a mob stoolie, then we ‘re leaving this country…”

  When the light changed, they revved the motorcycles’ engines and zipped away. Dipping with the sun drenched streets of Miami. The girls rode with the wind in their hair. Like predatory animals, Claire and Candace smelled blood. The sun had completely set and they were intent on making a killing before leaving.

  The detective, whose cover was now blown, radioed in for backup to hurry. She reported what mode of transportation the sisters had, then she raced off.

  CHAPTER 25

  It was a quiet Miami neighborhood. Affluence lurked at ev
ery turn. Orange color streetlights lit the way as the two motorcyclist pulled over by the pristine Tudor styled palatial confines. A black Concierge and a F1 McClaren blocked the driveway.

  “Is this the end of the road for us?” Candace asked as she removed her helmet.

  “This gonna be the last job for a minute,” Claire said, removing hers.

  “Yeah, I heard what she was saying. We’re really notorious like Melanie has been saying, huh?”

  “Speaking of Melanie, we’re gonna have to mail her cut to her.”

  “That bitch is one crazy-ass…”

  “Yeah, but I think we’re crazier, sis,” Candace said.

  Unseen by the sisters, a parked car was off on the other side. The passengers were in the cut, keeping an eye on the sisters. Claire and Candace walked to the front door and checked their guns before ringing the doorbell. A henchman raced over, listened and knocked on the bedroom door.

  “Can’t you tell that I’m busy?” Maurice Tines screamed. He was engaged in a screaming match with his girlfriend. The man waited as the argument raged on.

  “Ya say ya from the old country, but ya only know modern ways. Ya always running around with these dumb ass whores. I don’t want no parts of ya. When is ya divorce gonna be final?”

  “Melanie, no matter what, it’s you I love, my sweetheart. I only beg you forgive me… I’ll never ever do that again.” He was contrite but it could’ve been the liquor.

  “Ya swear?” Melanie asked.

  “I put this on my mother’s head. God rest her soul.” He made the sign of the cross and kissed his hand.

  “And please put away those blue diamonds,” Melanie said.

  Maurice Tines pulled out the suede bag containing the huge diamonds.

  “You mean these?” he laughed. His henchman returned.

  “Boss, some broads outside insist on seeing you,” he said.

  “Get rid of them, get rid of them now.”

  “But boss…”

  “What’s the matter?” Melanie asked. “Your girls come to my home to see you? You dare to bring women to my home?”

  “I’m telling you it must be business that couldn’t wait…”

  “What’re you waiting for? Let the women in.”

  The henchmen ushered the sisters into the home. Melanie stood holding Maurice Tines by his arm. Her negligee was silky, revealing her voluptuous tits and round ass. The henchmen lead the sisters to the bedroom door.

  “Stay there. Don’t you dare come into my bedroom… This is what you’ve resorted to Mo, fucking the moolies?”

  “It’s not like that. Why are you here?” Maurice Tines asked the sisters.

  “We’re here for the diamonds,” Candace said.

  “My security here will put your dead bodies out…”

  Melanie jumped, scared out of her wits, and her negligee fell to floor. She stood naked next to Maurice Tines. The henchmen were distracted by her nudity. Maurice Tines turned to cover Melanie and Candace blasted both henchmen. Too preoccupied, they dropped, spitting up lead.

  “Like I was saying, the diamonds…”

  “Don’t kill me,” Maurice Tines begged. “I’ll give you the diamonds.” He pulled the suede bag and threw it at Claire. “Take it and leave me alone. But remember. You just signed your own death warrant. My people will hunt you down forever… I… Oh… Ah…”

  “Oh did we?” Claire asked and blasted.

  Maurice Tines’ body was left twitching on the plush carpet. She bent down and removed his expensive watch and bracelets.

  “Ah-he-e-eh…!” Melanie shrieked. “Let’s get out of here,” she said.

  “We rode the motorcycles.”

  “You rode motorcycles? I don’t believe this, the two richest bitches in south Florida and they riding motorcycles. Listen up, why don’t you come by the club later and…”

  “Too much heat in Miami,” Claire said, raising her hand.

  “We have some business to settle with a fucking rat right here in Miami.”

  “Ya don’t fucking say…?” Melanie asked. “Alright, then do what ya gonna do. Tie me up and take advantage of me. Here take the keys to my BM. The police are sure to be looking for y’all on motorcycles…”

  Melanie was hardly finished speaking when Claire clocked her. She fell out, writhing in pain. Then she slumped as if asleep.

  “I hope you didn’t kill her,” Candace said.

  “I don’t think so. Melanie is tough.”

  The sisters ran outside and saw the silver BMW. They raced toward it and hit the remote. Not far away, there were men sitting in the car and watching the sisters jumped in the car.

  “Goldie, I think them girls saved us the embarrassment of killing that dick face.”

  “It certainly looks that way. You may just be right.”

  “What’re we gonna do now?”

  “Why don’t you call him and see what happens. Ha, ha, ha…”

  The mob crony dialed his cell phone as the sisters peeled out.

  “Goldie, those moolies are getting away. What about the plan?”

  “Fuhgeddaboutit! That two-timing bitch hasn’t answered the phone?”

  “No boss. Maybe them bitches had balls and killed her.”

  “I don’t think so. She said she was running this. She told them what to do…”

  “Hey boss, here comes the cops.”

  “What’s the matter with them? They went straight to the motorcycles.”

  “Hey Goldie, you think we should help the police out and tell them the girls aren’t in the house.”

  “No, fuhgeddaboutit. Let the police do have fun doing their job. That’s what they’re paid to do. Then we’ll have a meeting and take over dick-face’s turf. Fucking faggot deserved to die anyway. We’ll settle up with Melanie, later.”

  The silver BMW shot along the street as the mobsters watched the activities, laughing in jest. Candace was guiding the whip. Claire looked up from checking the bags of money and jewels.

  “Let’s head to the warehouse and get some stuff packed,” Claire said.

  They raced along the highway back to the warehouse and began loading weapon into the car. They packed an arsenal.

  “Be careful. That C4 is right next to the cash and jewelry. Take all that we can carry. We might not be able to come back here for awhile,” Claire shouted.

  Both girls hurriedly packed Gucci duffels with cash and jewelry.

  “No matter how this turns out, we need a vacation,” Claire said. A half smile clung to her lips.

  They loaded the 740IL and Candace jumped into the driver’s seat.

  “That bitch Melanie didn’t put enough gas in the ride.”

  “Are we gonna need some?” Claire asked.

  “Yes, we’re gonna have to stop…”

  They were heading to the highway when they spotted a man selling fruits at a stand.

  “Hey mister fruit-man, can you tell me where I can get some petrol?” Candace asked, coming to a stop next to the stand by the roadside.

  “I’ve got oranges, mangoes, sugar-cane…”

  “Gas, do know where we can get some?” Candace asked.

  “Let’s get a piece of fruit,” Claire suggested. Obligingly, the fruit-man approached the car window.

  “Oh, gas is straight ahead next to the stoplight on your right as you go downtown…”

  “Thanks,” Candace said.

  “Do you have papayas?” Claire asked.

  “You want papaya?” Candace asked, looking at her watch.

  “Hell yeah, he’s cute…”

  “I said papaya, not papa,” Candace said, shaking her head. The sisters laughed. “Get me one.”

  “Two pappies,” Claire said, laughing.

  The fruit-man gave the girls the fruit. As soon as they paid him, the police cruiser swung around. Candace gunned the engine of the BMW and the car took off with such great force, the fruit man had to hold on to his stand.

  “Don’t forget your change…!” he
yelled just as the car whizzed by him.

  CHAPTER 26

  In New York, it was after three in the afternoon when Sean received the phone call he had been waiting for.

  “Bitch,” he uttered when he hung up.

  She wanted him back. He smiled at the thought. She wanted to kiss and make up. Claire was begging for him to come back and fucked her. This was the moment he wanted to have the upper hand for once on the sisters. Sean immediately dialed his PO, who sounded really happy. He encouraged him to make the trip. Hours later Sean waited outside an airport in Miami.

  “There he is signed, sealed and delivered.”

  Candace pointed when she spotted Sean with his bag slung over his shoulder. He was pacing back and forth.

  Claire quickly guzzled liquor from a bottle. She poured the rest of the bottle out and smashed it on the street.

  “Oh shit! What the fuck is up?” Sean shouted, jumping back out of the way of the flying glass.

  “I was drinking, honey. I didn’t understand until too late what was happening. Please get inside the car. Oh don’t worry, Candace and I are gonna make it up to you. You can tell your man that you had both the Osorio sisters,” Claire smiled.

  He was about to answer but words failed him. Sean’s brow furrowed as he stared in disbelief at Claire’s flirtatious expression.

  “And at the same time.” She winked.

  “That’s a lie. He ain’t getting none of me,” Candace started.

  “C’mon, play along, Candace,” Claire whispered.

  She turned to Sean and shimmied out of her dress. When Candace did the same, Sean raced inside the limo. In no time flat he was feeling on both sisters’ breasts. He was beside himself. Candace did everything to keep herself from killing him right then and there. That was all Claire’s plan. The chauffer glanced back at the girls in amazement but said nothing. He drove through the airport and headed back to the hotel.

  “I expected you to rescue me from all those bad men, Sean,” Claire said.

  His ego was inflated as he relaxed between the two topless and gorgeous women. They passed a series of sports field.