TYCE II

by Jaudon, Shareef;Mayes, Sherdava;Anderson, Taigo

  She finally looked up at me, “What earrings?”

  I laughed a little, “We gon play this game?”

  “Stephanie, have you got anymore property for Tyce Adkins back there?”

  “Nope.” An unseen voice answered back.

  I knew this shit was gonna happen, these muthafuckas are trying to keep my E color, two carat, vvs round diamond stud earrings! I’d paid 20,000 dollars apiece for them, and I was not about to lose em, yeah I could afford to buy another pair but fuck that, why should I have to?

  “Listen, I wanna tell you about this dream I had last night.”

  She sighed irritatingly, rolling her blue eyes in her head. “Sir I really don’t have time for this, just sign the damn paper for your bracelet, we don’t have any earrings.”

  “It will only take a sec.” I put my elbows on the high counter, “I dreamt I was a woman, a white woman at that. And as you can clearly see…I’m a black man. Anyway, I was sitting in a chair. You know the kinda chair you sit in when you’re getting a pap smear at the doctor’s office? Well, I was in that chair strapped down when the doctor came in wearing one of those masks people wear when their sick you know? I was completely naked; I didn’t have on one of those gowns they give you to change into or anything, I was completely naked. Now this doctor didn’t say anything, he jus’ looked at me with cold brown eyes.

  I couldn’t see his face cuz’ he had a black Zorro mask on to go with the germ blocker mouth cover. He jus’ stared down at my white naked body and didn’t say a word. Next he plugged in a curling iron, you know the kind you do your hair with?” She just stared at me with intense eyes as I continued to tell her about my dream. “Next, he pulled up a chair and reached over and grabbed the sizzling hot curling iron off the counter. I heard him laugh and he asked me, are you ready for your pap smear? I started to panic, I strained against the straps that held me down but it was no use…I couldn’t move! He jus’ laughed as he slid the hot curling iron deep in my vagina like a dildo. I felt the unimaginable pain and burning sensation as he fucked me with that scolding hot cock. I know dreams aren’t real but I could smell my insides being cooked like a piece of bacon! I woke up screaming like a girl, shit, I’m sure all the inmates heard me, that shit was crazy huh?” I rose up off the counter and stepped back a little.

  She looked like she was about to be sick when I finished telling her about my dream. She turned her head to the side and yelled over her shoulder.

  “Stephanie, look in the file cabinet in my office, it should be marked unclaimed property.”

  “Ok, what am I looking for?”

  “It’s a pair of diamond earrings in a plastic zip lock bag, they must have got mixed up, you know how busy we get around here sometimes.”

  “Ok, I’ll check.”

  Moments later Stephanie showed herself and was carrying a baggie with my earrings inside, “Here they are.”

  “Thanks Stephanie.”

  “No problem.” She said enthusiastically.

  “Here you go Sir, sign here please.”

  “Thank you Darlene, I’m happy you found them, I love those earrings…I would jus’ die without em, you know how that is huh?”

  “Yes.” She said quietly.

  “Have a nice day Darlene.”

  I turned and walked away smiling, putting on my bracelet and my earrings.

  “Do you need to make a phone call to arrange a ride?” The deputy stood by a phone.

  “Naw.”

  “Ok, follow my directions and stay three feet in front of me until we reach the front door exit.

  I walked in front of him through white hallways, up four flights of stairs and into a small lobby. I squinted as the bright morning sun hurt my eyes a little bit when I looked outside. Once they adjusted, I seen two of the most gorgeous women I’d ever seen in my 26 years on this planet. A blue BMW was parked curbside with Angelique and Dallas leaning against the shiny doors.

  The guard and me stood there admiring their beauty, after all, we both were men and before us in the near distance stood two sexy ass women.

  “Do you know them?” He came up next to me.

  “They’re the reason you won’t be seeing me ever again…those are my girlfriends.”

  “Lucky bastard.”

  “Luck has nothing to do with it…take it easy officer.”

  I pushed the doors open with unnecessary force and strolled down the sidewalk not bothering to look back. I smelled the fresh polluted air of Los Angeles California and felt the warm sun on my face. I counted 60 steps before I finally reached my ladies. I was happy they didn’t run to me cuz’ I wanted to look at them for a while before I actually got to touch them.

  “Hey handsome!” Angelique pushed herself off the car and hugged me tight; she then reunited her lips with mine as she tongue kissed me real slow and real hard. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time now…I missed you.”

  “I missed you too babe.”

  I broke the embrace and Angelique shifted her body to allow me access to Dallas. She smiled as I walked up to her, then she jumped into me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

  “Hey baby! How you doin’? Ooooo I missed you sooo much!” She yelled.

  I squeezed her body tight to mine. Moments passed before I put a little space between our chests and tilted her chin up toward my face. We kissed passionately; our mouths were stuck together like we’d used super glue lip gloss.

  “I love you baby.” Dallas said as we separated our faces.

  “I love you too…let’s get outta here.” I looked at both of them now.

  “That sounds like a plan to me!” Angelique swung open the car door-waving goodbye to the guard who was still standing in the doorway looking out the glass.

  We all piled in the car, me in the driver’s seat, Dallas to my right, and Angelique behind her.

  “Where to ladies?” I put the car in gear.

  “First we gotta hit the mall and get you some new clothes, then we gon hit the barber shop and have Malik tighten you up, after that we have dinner reservations followed by the hottest, sweatiest, most passionate intercourse in the history of sex…is that ok with you?” Angelique leaned in from the back seat waiting for a response.

  I grinned, “Let’s do it.”

  Change

  I was as single as any man could be 30 days ago, now I had two girlfriends set to move into my house. Damn, it’s a trip how life can flip on you in an instant.

  Omar was dead, Biz was dead, Bruce was dead, Lincoln, TJ were both deceased and my lil’ brother Flash was resting in peace. Death was an unwelcomed guest that had resided with me recently and I had a feeling it wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

  I felt like a different man now, there was a new sense of responsibility riding with me these days. I wasn’t on my own anymore, I had Angelique, Dallas and my mother Pamela in my corner lookin’ out for me; add my partna Sway to the mix and I had one helluva team.

  The streets was buzzing about what happened to Biz. My name was in everybody’s mouth and I didn’t like that shit at all, I preferred to stay in the shadows.

  He’s Mine

  Diego stepped into his kitchen and sat at the stretched out table. His hands smoothed over his black hair and slid down moving over his lightly bearded jaws. He was like a machine; every morning he awoke at exactly five a.m., he took a shower precisely 45 minutes later and was dressed and waiting on his breakfast by seven. But this morning was unlike the rest, this morning Diego was on edge.

  Armando walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table to join Diego for breakfast.

  “He was released yesterday.” Armando said before Diego could ask.

  “An where es he now?”

  “I don’t know.” Armando grabbed a napkin and placed it in his lap.

  “I see.” Diego took a deep breath, “Yu are my bruther but I swear on our muther’s eyes ef yu do not find hem an bring hem tu me…I will be an only child.” Diego stared at his younger br
other intensely. “I will find him Diego, there’s no need to threaten me!”

  “It wusn’t a threat.”

  The cook busied herself with preparing breakfast for her boss and his brother. She’d worked for Diego for nearly eight years and had learned to keep her nose out of his business. Carmela made the plates and took them over to the table, making sure to serve Diego first.

  “Why are you so worried about him? He’s nobody, he’s jus’ another fuckin’ gang banger.”

  “Yu have much tu learn Armando…much tu learn. Jus’ remember whut I said…now eat yur food.”

  Armando wasn’t like his older brother but he was equally as dangerous. While Diego was born in Mexico, Armando was conceived in California. The two were separated for the first six years of Armando’s child hood. Their beloved mother left Diego behind with her sister in Mexico when she immigrated to the U.S. in search of a better life for him and her. That better life took on the form of Ernesto Jaramillo, who married the single mother and fathered her second son Armando. When Diego’s mother finally sent for him, Diego, now almost nine years old took the harsh and cold environment of the Mexican slums with him. His motherless impoverished child hood planted a seed deep within him that grew into a massive weed, choking out any flowers in his soul that dared try to sprout up.

  Armando couldn’t understand why his normally calm and collected older brother was so disturbed by a random hood nigger that got lucky and found a pot of gold. He was over reacting, he wanted to find this dude as bad as Diego did but he wasn’t about to get stressed out about it. This type of shit came with the territory in the drug world…Tyce was just a speed bump they had to slow down to deal with but would soon roll over.

  Nightmare On My Street

  Ranae woke up to an empty and cold triple king sized bed. This was beginning to be a familiar occurrence for her. She would start the night off with a good night kiss from Sway and awaken in the middle of the night to find him gone. If they were in their old bed she could feel every shift or movement he made, however in this brand new enormous bed, she couldn’t feel a thing.

  She cursed the memory foam mattress as she flung the covers off her body and scooted her bare ass across the bed. The damn thing was so high she had to literally hop off to get to the floor. Making her way toward the bedroom door, Ranae snatched a T-shirt hanging from the back of a chair. She kept moving out the door and down the hallway putting the shirt on her naked body as she walked in the darkness.

  Their new home was huge, a far cry from the cramped three bedroom single family home they used to live in. Ranae was happy with the change of scenery however there was emptiness in the house that furniture couldn’t fill. Her knight in shining armor was distant these days and she didn’t know why. As she descended the stairs she seen a light shine under the door that lead to the lower level. She listened carefully as she approached the door, pausing to press her ear against the richly stained wood. The sound of continuous thuds and the rattling of chains echoed up the staircase. Ranae opened the door and went down yet another set of stairs to have a late night visit with her husband.

  “Hey tiger.” Ranae stood on the bottom step leaning against the wall.

  Sway turned around when he heard the low voice of his wife. She’d caught him in the middle of an intense workout with the heavy bag. Sway insisted on building a mini boxing gym in the basement of the house. The room had everything a boxing gym should, except a ring. When Ranae suggested the room be used as his “man cave” Sway quickly dismissed the idea saying, “I’m not trying to get a gut watching T.V. and playing video games all night.”

  “Hey babe, what are you doin’ up? Did the noise wake you?” Sway said breathing heavy.

  “No, I jus’ noticed you were gone…again.”

  “I’m sorry, I jus’ couldn’t sleep. I had to burn off some energy.”

  Ranae walked seductively toward him, “Well; you could have woken me up and went a few rounds.” Sway chuckled, “You were snoring hard with your mouth open.”

  “So.” Ranae smiled from embarrassment.

  “So I didn’t wanna disturb you.”

  “All you had to do was put something in my mouth if you get my drift.” Her eyes traveled south gazing at the imprint of his dick in the baggy shorts he wore.

  “And risk you biting off my joint cuz you were dreaming about a hot dog…no thanks.” Sway teased. Ranae put her hands on her hips in protest, “I would never do that to something I love.”

  “Oh really…what about the time you dreamt my face was made of chocolate and you bit my nose?” Sway laughed as he removed his gloves.

  She held one finger up, “That was different, I was on my period, and you know I crave chocolate when I’m on my cycle.”

  “Yes I know that for a fact. I can’t count how many bags of Hershey’s Kisses I’ve bought since I met you.”

  “And don’t forget the Twix’s either.” Ranae smiled. “Are you done working out?”

  “Yeah I guess so.”

  “Good, then you can come back to bed and warm me up.”

  The couple headed up the stairs with Ranae leading the way. The steep incline of the steps made it possible for the bottom of her ample ass to peek out from under the T-shirt. She knew her man well, and she knew he was always horny after a workout. She purposely allowed her full hips to rock back and forth as she climbed the steps.

  “I hope you saved enough energy to spar with me.” There was a long pause as the two stepped onto the main floor. The dim glow of the living room night light competed with the darkness of the spacious room. Ranae looked up and smiled, waiting for her man to give her confirmation for the sexual request.

  Sway kissed her cheek, “I think I’m gonna grab a quick shower and call it a night. Can I get a rain check?”

  Ranae kept smiling, “Sure.”

  “Thanks babe.” Sway added a quick kiss on her lips. The bed was colder now as she returned to her side, she looked over to the right at a familiar scene…a huge bed and a missing husband.

  What good is a luxurious bed if you’re sleeping all alone

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  One, Two, Three

  “Jus’ put it over there on the kitchen counter.”

  Dallas instructed the muscular mover on where to place the heavy box. Four men went back and forth from the truck to the house, moving both Angelique and Dallas’s belongings into Tyce’s home. There was more than enough room in the six-bedroom dwelling, and just like any typical bachelor pad, there wasn’t an over flow of furniture crowding up the place.

  The women were eager to move in and start their new life. They had everything they ever wanted, a new crib, new money, and a new man. Tyce made them feel at home right away. He had two sets of silver keys tied to red ribbons and placed them over their heads like Olympic medals the morning of the move. This whole thing was new for him and he didn’t want to show favorites but at the same time he had to make each woman feel special. A task that was easier said than done.

  For Dallas’s welcome home gift he bought her a pink diamond tennis bracelet and purchased a year membership for her to a Beverly Hills spa. She was happily sporting that around her wrist as she pointed to the places she wanted the movers to put everything.

  For Angelique he purchased a teardrop three-carat vvs diamond necklace and to put the cherry on top he added a year’s worth of private self-defense lessons with a world-class kick boxer. Some might say that the self-defense classes are nothing compared to a day at the spa. However, on the contrary, each woman was different and had diverse ways of relaxing.

  Dallas preferred to be pampered while Angelique liked to work up a sweat to beat the stress. Plus after hearing about what happened in the parking lot at the jail, he wanted Angelique to be safe and able to kick a man’s ass if she needed to. That was only in case he wasn’t there; after all he couldn’t always be present to protect her 24 hours a day. Tyce hated that he wasn’t there to handle that punk ass nigga Marcus. He would have gladly murder
ed that sneaky ass nigga right there in the parking lot without hesitating one mili second. It gave him peace of mind to know that she was getting professional training and it gave her a chance to regain some lost confidence that an attack can bring and get some time to herself in the process. Angelique would die before she would admit it, but she was still a little shook over the incident. Tyce could see and sense that although she tried to conceal it from him. When he told her about the training classes, she just lowered her head and smiled. It took a moment for her to look up and meet his stare, but finally she did and with tears in her eyes, she thanked him,

  “I would have never asked for this but I needed it. You always know jus’ what I need baby, and that’s why I love you so very much.”

  Tyce engulfed her body into his and held her tight, “I’m jus’ glad you’re safe. You know that shit wouldn’t have went down like that if I was there.” “Shit you woulda’ stomped a mud hole in that fool.” “Damn right. But now you can do that yourself with these classes.