Black Scarface

by Jimmy Dasaint

  Britney looked into his angry, hurt eyes and asked, "Did you ever love Lil' Robbie's mother?"

  "No, we had sex one time and that was the end of it."

  "Did you ever want more from her?"

  "No," Hood lied.

  After a disappointed sigh, Britney passed Lil' Robbie to Hood and stood up. She stared at Hood and said, "I don't care if you ever cared for Lil' Robbie's mother or not. All I know is you're my man now and I'll kill a bitch if she ever tries to take you away from me." She leaned down and kissed Hood on the lips, then Lil' Robbie. "I'll see you later tonight Baby. And Hood...?"

  "Yeah, Sweety?" he asked, looking up at her.

  "Tonight, please don't have my handcuffs so damn tight." She laughed and turned for the door.

  Hood and Lil' Robbie watched as she left. Lil' Robbie reached his hand out for her in a 'give me' gesture.

  Los Angeles, California...

  “You're a very bold woman," Mouse said, staring deep into Pamela's hazel eyes.

  "A woman has to be when there’s something she wants," she teasedmysteriously.

  "And what is it you want?" Mouse asked with a growing grin.

  "A real man that's all about making major moves, and major money. If I can find a man that does that, then I'll bring all the rest to the table," she said, looking him dead in the eyes.

  "Is that right," Mouse asked, admiring her confidence as he glanced over at a sulking Poo, who had moved into the driver's seat of his Caddy,"And what about Poo? Ain't he your friend?"

  "He's cool, but Poo is a boy that's still playing games. I don't want, or need a boy. I have a ten-year-old son; I need a man. A real man." she said bluntly.

  "Is this how all the women in Philly are?" he asked, grinning. "No, Sweety. I'm a totally different breed than any woman you have ever had before." she replied, staring straight and deep into Mouse's eyes. "I love your confidence," he stated.

  "Give me time and you'll love everything else too," she promised ina sexually provocative tone.

  "You know this ain't cool, right?" Mouse said. "Poo is one of my best workers. It’ll make him look bad."

  Pamela looked over at Poo, who still waited in his car for her, then turned back to Mouse.

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  "Do you know why he's still over there waiting on a woman who disrespected him right in his face?" she asked.

  "No, tell me why."

  "Because he's weak! And a weak man can't do a damn thing for me but, spend up all his money for my needs. He will spend, spend, spend, for some pussy that he‘ll never get. Once he realizes he's been played, he'll be broke; and there ain't nothin' in this world worse than a weak, broke nigga! Besides all that, Poo is still a boy. A real man would have checked me and put me in my place for disrespecting him, in front of other men."

  "I see you're a lot sharper than you look," Mouse smiled, impressed. "Is there anything else you got to say?" he added.

  "Yes," she replied. "Men pick, women choose," she said winking seductively.

  Mouse stood there nodding his head, smiling from ear to ear. Pamela was the type of woman he had always been looking for. She was a woman with strong, self confidence and she had the body of an exotic model. The combination was breathtaking for him. It got his juices pumping! He had never been more turned on in his life. He scanned her entire body from head to toe. In his eyes, she was flawless; the type of woman men dreamed and fantasized about. "Okay Pretty," he said, "Go get your bags."

  Without any hesitation whatsoever, Pamela turned on her heel and walked to Poo's car. She opened the door and began gathering her shopping bags.

  "So, you just gonna play me like that, huh?" he asked angrily, his face masking the intense anger he had learned how to hide.

  Pamela looked into his weak, heartbroken eyes and said, "Poo, can I ask you something real serious?"

  "Yeah, go ahead," his face a mask of deadly calm.

  "If you had a nice, pretty house servant, and she one day brought you around the Queen, and you got the chance to fuck the Queen, and maybe become a part of her kingdom; what would you do?" Poo couldn't answer. He sat there shaking his head in total disappointment. They both knew what he would do - fuck the Queen without any hesitation.

  "You don't have to answer. We both know what you would do," she stated, "so please don't be mad at me for going after my king."

  "But what about all my money I spent on you?" he asked, realizing he had been played.

  "Charge it to the game, Poo," she said, then closed the door and walked away.

  Poo watched her walk away in his rearview mirror. He saw her climbinto Mouse's Mercedes. He watched them drive out of the parking lot together. He started up his Cadillac and sped in the opposite direction. His outside appearance was calm and steady. Inside, his hate and anger for both Mouse and Pamela settled into his soul. He vowed to himself that one day the puppet would be pulling the strings.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  One week later...

  Inside his Brentwood condominium, Mouse was laid out across the bed,sexually exhausted from the intense workout he and Pamela had just finished. For the last two days, while Face had been spending the weekend over at his Uncle Allen's house, Pamela and Mouse had been involved in along red-hot sex bout.

  Pamela, like an energetic young cougar, pleased Mouse in every way he desired, and some he had yet to dream up. Her lovemaking was powerful and passionate and it took all he had to keep up with her. She was dominant, aggressive and controlling, but knew how to be submissivewhen the time called for it.

  He knew that no woman had ever pleased him the way Pamela had. Her oral performance had left him moaning, groaning, grunting and eventually pushing her bobbing head away.

  When she came back into the bedroom, she grinned at the exhaustedMouse, laid out across the huge king sized bed. She saw his thick muscular body as a work of art, sculpted by God Himself.

  He lay breathing heavily; beads of sweat running from his body. Shestood beside the bed admiring the view without speaking; thick powerfularms, muscular thighs and legs, broad muscular back and shoulders; a perfect body.

  Smiling as she slowly climbed back onto the bed, she thought, I could fuck this man six times a day! She turned him over onto his back and smiled down into his face, then kissed his lips.

  "You ready again?" he asked in disbelief. He was amazed at her appetite for sex. She was insatiable!

  She didn't answer, just leaned forward and gave him another long and intense kiss. While their mouths were locked together, her left hand glided down his body and grasped his long black dick. She began to massage it until it was hard and ready. Then, in one smooth effortless move, she swung her leg over him like a ballet dancer. Straddling him, she began to feed inch after inch of him into her body until she had it all insideher. With a sigh of satisfaction, she began to gently rock her hips like a professional belly dancer, back and forth like a woman possessed.

  Mouse could only lay back and enjoy the ride. His eyes rolled back into his head as the sounds of hardcore sex began filling the room.

  "Who's dick is this?" she shouted above her loud grunts and groans of effort, demanding an answer.

  When he didn't respond, she shouted again, louder, "I said, who's dick is this?!" She continued to slide up and down his dick without pause and her juices kept them both well lubricated as her aggression and passion increased.

  Mouse couldn't take it anymore. He could feel the oncoming orgasm like a runaway freight-train headed straight for him as Pamela's absoluteintention began to overwhelm them both. Sweat on his forehead, he gripped Pamela's grinding, pumping hips in an effort to slow her a little, but to no avail. It seemed as if she got faster.

  "I said," she screamed, "Who's dick is this?!"

  "Yours Baby!" he cried out, "that dick is yours!" He exploded inside her once again.

  Pamela grinned as his arms fell away from her hips. She felt his thick white fluid erupting inside her, then slowly draining out. She came fo
ur times but still hungered for more.

  She looked down at Mouse's exhausted body, then lay down beside him. She started kissing all over his face, then smiled, "Baby, rest up, 'cause this is just the beginning," she whispered in his ear.

  "So, why are you on punishment?" Face asked Reese on the phone. "'Cause Momma caught me and D.J. playing with Betsey," Reese confessed.

  "Her shotgun!" Face said surprised.

  "Yeah, but she ain't have no bullets in it" he said, trying to lessen the offense. "Anyway, when are ya'll coming back to Philly? We miss ya'll.""I don't know Reese, maybe one day soon," Face replied, unsure.

  "I saw Chubs again."

  "You did?" Face asked.

  "Yup, but he ain't do nothin’ cause me and D.J. was with Momma," he laughed, as if getting over. "He's like a giant!" he added.

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  "So what?" Face said. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall." They both laughed together over the phone.

  "Where's your friend, Quincy?" Reese asked.

  "He's outside with his gang friends," Face replied.

  "He's in a gang?" Reese asked in surprise.

  "Yeah, he's a Hoover Crip."

  "His momma let him be in a gang?"

  "She don't care. She's too busy running the streets herself. The onlyperson with any sense is my Uncle Allen. But, he's too in love with her to see the truth," Face explained.

  "Are you gonna get in a gang, too?" Reese asked.

  "Nope, but I got a few friends from my school that are in gangs. They're Crips and Bloods and I'm cool with all of them." "Did you see any movie stars yet?"

  "Nope. I gotta go to the rich side of town to see them," he answered. "Maybe someday we'll both have a house beside a movie star," Reese mused, smiling big.

  "Maybe, but first we gotta get rich. Where's Tasha?" Face asked, changing the subject.

  "She's right here," Reese said, his joy faltering a bit, realizing Facewanted to talk to Tasha.

  "Put her on," Face said.

  Reese passed Tasha the phone.

  "Hey Face," Tasha said enthusiastically.

  "Hey Tasha, you miss me?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "Yeah, boy. You know I miss you," she giggled.

  "So, you still my girl?"

  "Are you still my boyfriend?"

  “Answer my question first."

  "Yes, Face. I told you that I would be your girlfriend forever. Now, you answer me."

  "Yes, Tasha," he answered proudly, "I'm still your boyfriend.” "You better be, 'cause I'm waiting for you," she stated.

  After Face and Tasha finished talking on the phone she passed it back to Reese. Before their conversation ended, Face promised to call Reese back in a week.

  Later that night... After they had made love all day long, Pamela went into the kitchen and made Mouse a delicious fish and vegetable meal.

  Pamela knew that the key to a man's heart was to keep his dick empty and his stomach full. But, most importantly, she knew to let a man feel as if he were in complete control, even though he wasn't.

  Still, there was something special about Mouse that she was deeplyattracted to. She could feel his genuine true heart, and the positive aura that he emitted toward those he called “friend”.

  She found herself liking Mouse a lot more than she believed she would, or could. He was street smart, very handsome and possessed a flawless body that took their amazing sex to a whole other level.

  As Pamela lay in bed beside him, she told him everything about herself and her life: her first love, Norman; being a teenage runaway; being raped by Hood. She told him about Momma, Veronica, and everything else she could think of. Before she was finished she was in tears. Mouse had her wrapped tightly in his arms and allowed her to cry onhis chest, until she was cried out and ready

  for sleep.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  One month later, Pamela and Face packed up all their belongings and moved again. This time their new home would be Mouse's plush Brentwood condominium. Pamela had proven once again she was a woman who knew how to play her position to perfection.

  She cleaned the place daily, vacuumed the carpets, did the laundry and dishes, cleaned the bathroom; in general played her part as the happyhousewife. When she felt the place was clean enough for her man, she would go into the kitchen and prepare them a delicious meal.

  At night, while Face slept soundly in his room, Pamela and Mouse would compulsively make love, until he could stand no more and fell asleep. She would then lay beside him, smiling in satisfaction because she had done her part, and then she’d gently doze off.

  They were both falling deeply in love with each other; and neither one could, would, or wanted to stop it. Mouse was the only man since Norman she had developed any feelings for. He was proving to be the King she so desperately needed in her life.

  What made their relationship even stronger was how Mouse and Face got along. They had developed a strong bond, and seeing them so close made Pamela happy above all else. Mouse had taken Face under his wing and was helping to groom him into a strong black man. Now, Face was spending more time with Mouse than he was with Allen and Quincy.

  Sometimes Mouse would drive around L.A. picking up money from all his workers. Face would sit in the passenger seat, watching and learning every aspect of the business. Also viewing how Mouse treated and controlled his workers. He soaked it all in like a sponge in water.

  Pamela never said a word. She knew as long as he was with Mouse, he would be okay. Plus, she understood in order for Face to grow up and become a king, he would need a king to show him the do’s the don’ts; the wrongs and the rights in this life.

  Mouse had become Face's new mentor, and both Face and Pamela loved the ground he walked upon. He had become the father that Face needed in his life, and Face had become the son that Mouse had alwayswanted.

  Mouse showed Face everything he knew about money, saying, "Thebest thing you can do with your money, is to make your money work for you."

  Face would sit and listen to Mouse for hours on end as they drove around Los Angeles in his Mercedes, schooling him in the game. Face was an A+ student in his elementary school and comprehended the ins and outs easily.

  Sometimes in the evenings Mouse, Pamela, and Face would sit on the king-sized bed counting and wrapping large stacks of cash. Hundredsof thousands of dollars would flow through their hands, get wrapped in rubber bands and tossed into large green duffle bags.

  Mouse made sure Pamela and Face lived the good life.

  He bought them both new designer wardrobes and the latest fashion, and draped Pamela in expensive jewelry. He bought them designer shoes, kept her hair and nails done and even bought Pamela a brand new BMW convertible. He bought Face all the toys a tenyear-old could want. She and Face were living the life she had always envisioned. And it was all paid for with Mouse's drug money.

  A year later, Mouse got down on one knee and proposed marriage to Pamela. She accepted without hesitation, saying tearful, "Yes, Baby. I'll marryyou."

  Face was happy for his mother and his new father. It was the happiest he had ever seen her. They set the date for September 16, 1991; on Mouse's 30th birthday and just one month away.

  Mouse parked his car in front of the M&M Restaurant and left Facesitting in the passenger seat, listening to the radio. Moments later, Poo's blue Cadillac pulled up and parked beside him. Mouse watched as Poo got out and walked around to Mouse's window. When he lowered the window,Poo passed him a brown paper bag and said, "It's twenty Gs. I'll have the rest in a few days."

  "Just hit me on my pager when you're ready to see me, Poo."

  "For sure, Homey," he replied, as they shook hands, then walked back to his car and got inside. Without a glance at Mouse, he started his car, backed out, and drove away.

  He still felt the bitterness of betrayal toward Mouse for taking Pamela away from him. Many times he sat thinking about killing them both. He knew that should he attempt to kill Mouse, he could afford no mi
stakes. Failure would mean a death sentence for

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  him.

  On the streets of L.A., Mouse was considered a made man. Poo was considered a low-life nobody. But even as a nobody, he wouldn't be satisfied until both Mouse and Pamela were dead.

  He had heard about their engagement, and soon to be wedding. Andstill, even after a year, he fantasized about Pamela, wanting to fuck her so bad that just the thought gave him an erection. He was obsessed with her,but at the same time deeply hurt by the way she had played and embarrassed him in front of Mouse and his men.

  The few times Poo had seen her driving around L.A. in her new white BMW convertible, he thought about following her, then raping andkilling her to satisfy his hunger for revenge. And every time he would change his twisted mind and drive in the opposite direction. He had much biggerplans.

  Through greed and a sense of self-importance, Poo had become a sneaky, conniving rat that was on a serious mission. And the only thing inhis way to the top was a man named Mouse.

  After Poo had driven off, a tinted gray Acura Legend pulled up andparked beside Mouse's Mercedes. Mouse quickly got out of his car, carrying a black briefcase. He walked around to the passenger side of the Acura and got in.

  Sitting in the driver's seat was his connect, and good friend, Freeway Ricky Ross. Mouse passed him the briefcase full of cash. Freeway didn't bother to open it and check inside. He didn't trust many people, but Mousewas one of the ones he did. They had been doing business together for years and had formed a solid relationship of trust and mutual respect.

  "I see you brought your lil' soldier with you again," Freeway said,looking out the window at Face.

  "Yeah, I keep him riding shotgun," Mouse replied. They both laughed.

  "I like Lil' Man," Freeway said. There's just something about him," he added, turning back to Mouse. "That's cool. We need more leaders and less followers."

  After talking for a few more minutes, Freeway and Mouse shook hands, and Mouse returned to his car. Freeway watched as he drove away. He then turned up the volume on the car radio, backed out of the parkingspace, and drove away in the opposite direction. He smiled, knowing there was a half a million dollars in the black briefcase.