Sway grinned, “I’ll be back in like 20 minutes.”
Three hours later, white words scrolled down a black screen as the movie came to an end. Ranae stared at the screen blankly like a woman day dreaming at her office desk. She called seven times, she texted five times. She called the police station and the hospital once. Her emotions varied between extreme worry and volatile anger. Was he alright? Was he laying in a ditch somewhere? Was he laying in a bitch somewhere?
“It don’t take no fuckin’ three hours to get no fuckin’ ice cream!” Ranae shouted at the 55 inch flat screen T.V.
Over time
Armando looked across the table at the man who called himself Silk. He wasn’t impressed by the expensive clothes or the small fortune that hung around his neck. Silk had the demeanor of a pimp not a drug dealer, but a drug dealer he was…and a good one at that. Silk had moved up in the dope game. He was now in a position to buy major weight directly from Diego and he had the clientele to move it too. Armando’s broad chest slowly rose as he breathed deep and cracked his knuckles.
“The call was supposed to come through ten minutes ago, what’s the holdup?”
“Come on man…it’s jus’ ten minutes, that’s jus’ six hundred tiny seconds.” Silk sucked his teeth.
Armando closed his brown eyes and rubbed the stubble on his chin.
“I’ll tell you what Silk. If my phone dosen’t ring in the next 30 seconds…the deals off.”
“Nigga have some patience, aint no need to get all fucked up behind…”
Armando waived him off, “23 seconds.”
Silk put both his elbows on the table and leaned forward, “Armando, how long I been in the game? You know the money will be there man…it aint no thang.”
Armando stared at him and then peeped at his watch.
“15 seconds.”
Silk stood up, “I can’t believe you gon do me like this, 30 seconds can fuck up three hundred thousand? Come on Armando!”
The cell phone was lifeless on the table as Armando rechecked the time on his watch.
“Times up Silk, the deals off.”
Armando snatched a gun from under the table and pointed it at Silk before he had a chance to react.
Silk raised his hands in protest, “Man what the fuck is wrong with you!?”
“Nothing is wrong with me…you should have been on time.”
The gun jerked back four times as bullets entered Silk’s chest and stomach. His eyes widened with surprise as he stumbled back clutching his ribcage. Blood spurted from his mouth staining his bone white suit.
“You f f fuckin faggot.” Silk gasped the words as he wheezed uncontrollably, before he collapsed on the floor.
Armando stood up and looked at Silk’s body. He shook his head in disgust…just then the phone rang.
“Armando smiled as he answered it, “Hello.”
“The money has been transferred to your account now where can we pick up the product?” The voice sounded breathless coming from the phone.
“What are you talking about?” Armando questioned. “What the fuck you mean what am I talkin’ ‘bout? Where is the fuckin’ dope nigga?”
“The person I was supposed to speak with should have called ten minutes and 30 seconds ago, so I don’t know who the fuck you are. You must have the wrong number.”
“What about the money nigga!”
“What money? Armando hung up the phone.
Cocaine, cash, and Armando were never in the same place at the same time. Everything filtered through third parties on their end. That’s the way to stay clean in this dirty game. When the money was late Armando took that as a sign that he was being set up or something was wrong. His motto was shoot first ask questions last.
Apparently, Silk was telling the truth but it didn’t matter now because the money was already in his account plus he had the drugs. It was a win win for him as far as he was concerned.
“You should have been on time for something besides a court date Silk.” He spoke aloud as he exited the small room.
Madre
Pamela spread cream cheese over the honey wheat bagel and took a small bite. She put it back on the saucer-sized plate and picked up her phone dialing her son’s number.
“Hey mom.” Tyce answered on the third ring.
“Hi son how are you?”
“I’m doin’ good, jus’ settling in.”
“Yeah I wanted to give you a chance to get adjusted before I called you…maybe we could ummm get some lunch one day this week?”
Tyce got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. His birthday suit was all he wore as he strolled to the restroom trying to shake the sleep from his brain.
“I got a better idea.” Tyce turned on the sink facet. “Why don’t you come over for dinner and meet Angelique and Dallas tomorrow night.”
“Ok that sounds good, what time should I be there?”
“Uhhh just come by about seven, I’ll text you the address after we hang up.”
Pamela pushed her bagel away from her and stood up from the table walking toward the window in her kitchen.
“Are you sure you’re ok?” She asked again seriously.
“Yeah mom, I’m fine, are you ok?” Tyce put the phone on speaker and placed it on the sink. He splashed water on his face to help wake him up.
“Tyce I saw the billboard.”
There was a long pause. Grabbing a towel off the rack he dried his face and sighed.
“It’s nothing mom, I can handle it.”
“I assume it’s Diego that’s behind it…am I right?” Pamela stared at her flowers just to the right of the porch.
“Yeah I’m pretty sure it’s him but I can handle Diego, he aint shit.”
“Never underestimate your enemy Tyce.” Pamela schooled.
“Don’t overestimate him either, I’ve come too far to let some green chili eatin’ bitch take me out.”
“Sometimes you have to know when to walk away son.” Pamela eyed a humming bird as it hovered near her yellow roses.
“Now aint that time, I’d be walkin’ for the rest of my life, and I don’t need that kinda exercise.” Pamela dropped the subject for now, “Ok Tyce…I’ll see you at dinner tomorrow night.”
The phone went silent on the sink as she ended the call. Women don’t understand the nature of men. Diego wouldn’t stop looking for me…ever. I had to deal with him in order to move on with my life. I wasn’t like the bitch ass niggas that saturated the cities of America. Those niggas was all gangsta when it came to doing the crime but were all pussy when the consequences showed up. He should have took the five million as a loss and let that shit go, instead he chose to fuck with me…bad idea.
Angelique walked into the bathroom as Tyce started the shower.
“Hey babe, Sway is outside, he jus’ pulled up.”
“Ok, tell him I’ll be down in like 20 minutes.”
Angelique focused her attention on the caramel colored ass on display right in front of her. She’d always had a thing for a man’s butt and Tyce’s rear end was smooth and muscular. It was the kinda ass a woman could hold onto while she was getting worked over in the missionary position!
“You got time for a quickie?” Angelique bit her bottom lip.
Tyce flashed a sexy grin, “I got ‘bout ten minutes…you think you can get off in ten minutes?” “I know I can get on in one minute, the other nine will take care of itself.”
Angelique undressed like her clothes were on fire and hopped in the shower. She assumed the position as her man came up from behind like her ass was stopped at a red light. Tyce gripped her waist firmly as his dick snuggled between her ample ass cheeks. Angelique stood on her tip toes to give Tyce easy access to her tingling pussy. The first minute was up and the couple took full advantage of the remaining nine… fucking at a fast and powerful pace. Angelique’s cheek pressed against the wet slate wall as Tyce pumped her pussy again and again.
“Fuck baby! Mmmmm, ssssssss, ahhhhh, fuck m
eeee!” She bit down hard on her bottom lip.
“Damn this shit is good!” Tyce huffed as his dick went in and out of her pussy like a jackhammer.
Tyce palmed her titty like a basketball as he controlled her hips. She opened her legs a little wider and bent over placing her palms on the wet floor…stripper style!
You couldn’t tell from the shower but they were both sweating like crazy as they committed assault on each other’s private parts.
“I wanna feel you explode in me!” Angelique bit her left shoulder.
Tyce gripped her ass with both hands and buried himself deep in her pussy. Angelique let out a long moan as she felt the full girth of the familiar friend she’d come to love and crave so much. Wet stomach muscles flexed and Tyce’s deep brown eyes clenched as he let his load go within the depths of Angelique’s firm wet pussy.
“That felt so good! Did you feel me squeeze when I came?” Angelique stood up and faced him.
“Yeah, that’s what made me cum.” Tyce grinned showing is pearly whites.
The mini sex session took all of five minutes but Angelique knew her man wasn’t a two minute brother…he was just in a hurry this morning. She was still satisfied however rapid fucks like that only made her long for more.
Angelique grabbed the shower gel and a soap sponge, “It’s been a while since I had you all to myself.”
“Yeah, it’s been a while…we need to do that more often.” Tyce suggested as he washed his balls.
Angelique turned on the overhead shower nozel and let it rain down on her head. She put her head back and let the water fall into her mouth spitting it back out playfully at Tyce. At that moment the shower door opened and Dallas poked her beautiful face in.
“You got room for one more?”
Tyce smiled at her, “There’s plenty of room for you, but I gotta go…I’m sorry.”
“You should have come a tad bit earlier and you coulda joined us.” Angelique took the sponge and washed Tyce’s chest.
“Maybe next time.” Dallas said in a disappointed tone.
“I got Sway waiting downstairs; I gotta hurry up and get dressed. I’ll see ya’ll later on today.” Tyce left the shower kissing Dallas on the cheek as he rushed by dripping wet.
Dallas stood there in the steamy room thinking as Angelique finished her shower, doing her best solo impression of Keisha Cole. She thought to herself…she gets a hot shower session and I get a peck on the cheek. Must be nice to get some dick so electric it has you singing at eight o’clock in the damn morning.
Mo Money Mo Problems
Me and Sway stood in front of the billboard and looked up at it. It was ten in the morning and L. A. traffic was busy as usual and there I was big as day for all to see.
“Sway removed his hat, “Man I aint never seen a nigga do some shit like this.”
“Yeah I gotta admit, I didn’t see this one comin’” I stared up at my handsome face.
“They were talkin’ ‘bout this shit on the radio yesterday mornin’” Sway informed Tyce. “People were wonderin’ what hell was goin’ on and who you were?”
“Yeah I expected that when I first seen it.” I looked around at all the cars and noticed people reading the gigantic wanted poster.
Sway turned to me, “You still want me to meet you here tonight at two o’clock?”
“Yeah.” I confirmed still staring at the billboard.
I finally turned my attention to Sway and noticed he looked a little worn out. He didn’t have that same energy he normally had and he seemed a little distracted.
“You alright? You seem a lil off.” I punched his chest lightly.
He cleared his throat, “Yeah, I’m coo, jus’ a lil tired; I didn’t get much sleep last night. Me and Ranae been arguing a lot lately that’s all.”
“I’m not about to see ya’ll on Divorce Court am I?” Sway laughed, “Naw man, we gon work it out, it’s no biggie. I gotta go meet somebody so I’ll see you later on tonight.”
“Alright, and don’t forget to bring everything we need.”
“You already know I’m on it.”
“Bet.” I shot back.
Moments later I was in my car heading to my next destination but before I made it there I needed to think. I had to stop to get my medicine so I could analyze this shit carefully.
The cool air-conditioned breeze hit me in the face as I walked into the corner store. A few people, mostly teenagers browsed the undersized isles snatching up honey buns and donuts. I however headed straight for the candy section. I returned to my Jeep with a whole box of Skittles under my arm…I bought all they had because I had a whole lot of thinking to do.
Put The Word Out
“I understand why yu killed Silk but now we haf tu find anuther dealer for the Compton area. We need sumbudy we can trus.” Diego calmly spoke.
Armando cleaned his gun at the patio table while his brother went over his appointment book.
“But that es an issue tu be dealt with later…fur now we need tu turn up the heat on our little pest Tyce. Tell all of our people I will gif one million dollars to whu ever brings hem tu me alive.
Armado looked up with a surprised expression on his face. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“What the fuck are you throwing away money for? I can kill this bastard for free!”
“Then why haven’t yu dun it yet?” Diego raised his voice slightly.
Armando sighed heavily, “He’ll be dead by the end of the week.”
“Yu better hope so.” Diego closed the black leather book and stared at his brother coldly.
Graveyard Shift
The night was moonless as me and Sway pulled up to the billboard and parked. Both of our cars sat in the next parking lot so we had to walk a little ways to get to it. It was a little chilly outside so I wore a light grey sweat suit to keep me warm, apparently, Sway had the same idea because he had on sweats as well.
“Wasup man, you ready to do this?” Sway asked me as he popped his trunk.
“Oh yeah, most definitely.” I replied assuredly.
We walked across the parking lot toward the billboard, Sway had on a backpack, he looked focused and ready to handle some business. That’s just the way I liked it…business first, and all other shit second.
Two skinny towers stood on either side of the billboard, they were there to give support and gain access to the platform above. I went up first, followed closely by Sway. Once we were safely on the platform we knelt down to avoid being seen. It was just as dark up here as it was on the ground but we didn’t take any unnecessary chances.
“I’ll put the explosives on this side, and you put the rest of em over there. Set the timer for ten minutes to give us time to get back down and drive away. Sway instructed as he unzipped the backpack. “You sure this is enough?” I asked as he handed me the petite black circular object.
Sway laughed, “Oh don’t let the size full you, these babies pack a mean punch. Just make sure you don’t push that red button after you set the timer or we’ll both be scattered all across the parking lot down there.”
“Don’t push the red button…got it.” I nodded quickly.
“Alright let’s do it.” Sway crawled to the other side of the platform.
I went in the opposite direction and set my two chargers in the corners just under the billboard. I looked up briefly and remembered the day I took that photo. I was not happy and my face said that loud and clear. I had a ‘fuck you’ expression on my face and a ‘you don’t know who you’re fuckin’ with’ look in my eyes. That’s the exact same look I had in my eyes now.
“You finished?” Sway whispered loudly across the way from me.
I gave him a thumbs up sign and proceeded to climb back down the tower to the ground below. When my shoes hit the pavement, I heard a man’s voice behind me.
“What the hell are you doin’ up there?”
I turned around and saw three men staring back at me. They looked like fake as rappers who wer
e about to put on a late night concert right there in the parking lot. They all had black beanies, baggy jeans and big ass white T-shirts on that looked like night gowns.
“Jus’ mind your business and keep it movin’ up the block, this doesn’t concern you.”
The tall stranger standing in the middle swatted his partner to the right in the chest, “He mus’ be talkin’ to you cuz.”
“Naw this pretty ass nigga aint talkin’ to me like he my daddy! This doesn’t concern me…move up the block! Nigga who the fuck you think you are? This my hood nigga, and I know you don’t be around this muthafucka everyday like me cuz if you was…I would know who the fuck you are!”
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