Mouse's mother and two sisters didn't have anything personal againsther; in fact, they all liked her. But business was business. They were Mouse's beneficiaries and she wasn't.
"I'm sorry Miss Foster, but Mouse never got a chance to change his will," the lawyer said, as he closed his briefcase and stood up from thetable.
"So, how long do I have here?" Pamela asked.
"You have thirty days to vacate the property. Mouse's Mercedes Benz and the BMW you were driving will be confiscated today. The only things you are allowed to keep are the personal items that Mouse bought for you during your relationship. "The car was personal!" Pamela said.
"Perhaps, but it was still in his name at the time of his death. Therefore, it now belongs to the beneficiaries as part of his estate; just likethis condo and the bank accounts Mister Jones had. I'm sorry," he replied sternly. "Please, Miss Foster, don't make this matter any worse than it already is. The law is the law and there is no way you can get around it," he added confidently, then passed Pamela his business card. "If there is anything further you would like to discuss, please, don't hesitate to call on me. I'm at your service." Pamela and Face watched as the lawyer and the three women walked out the front door. They smiled in satisfaction as they left.
After they were gone, Face walked up to his mother, reached out and wiped her tears away with his hand. "Mom, do I have to give those peopleall the stuff Mouse bought me?" he asked curiously.
Pamela grinned and said, "No, Baby. You can keep all the stuff Mouse bought you."
Face smiled with relief. Mouse had bought him so much new clothes, video games and other toys - that half of the stuff had never beenopened.
"Baby, we have to be out of here in thirty days," Pamela said."I know," Face replied, sadly.
Pamela took off her three-carat diamond engagement ring, the platinum necklace and her diamond stud earrings. She laid everything on the table in front of them.
"Mom, what are you doing with your jewelry?" he asked curiously.
"Pawning it. We're gonna need some money to move our stuff out of this place and find someplace to live," she answered in a serious tone. "Mouse's family is taking everything. The house, the cars and all of his money," she added.
"Not all of it," Face said, smiling.
"What are you talking about, Face?" Pamela asked, confused.
Face reached out and grabbed his mother's hand. She had a perplexed look on her face. "Face, what's going on?" "Just follow me, Mom," he said, pulling on her.
She stood and followed him down the hallway and to his bedroom.
In the bedroom she stood back and watched as Face smiled at her, ran to his bed, and lifted the mattress. He smiled and reached under the mattress, pulling out a paper bag, then let the mattress back down and rushed back to his mother.
"Here, this is for you!" he said excitedly.
Pamela took the bag and nervously opened it. When she saw the stacks of money neatly packed inside, she started trembling.
"Baby, where ... where did you ... get this money from?" she asked.Tears began forming in her eyes once again.
"I got it from Mouse. The day he was killed I was watching it for him inside the car," Face answered.
"Why ... why didn't you tell me?" Pamela asked, as the tears began rolling down her cheeks.
"I was waiting. I knew you would need it sooner or later," Face told her, grinning. "It's seventy three thousand, four hundred and three dollars. I counted it twice," he added proudly.
Pamela reached out and gave Face a soft kiss and a long motherly
hug. "Baby, thank you so much," she cried. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, so, so much!"
"Will that help you, Mom?"
"Yes, Baby. It will help us both a whole lot," she answered, as she walked over and sat down on Face's bed.
"Where are we moving to now?" Face wanted to know. Pamela stared into his eyes and smilingly said, "We're moving back home to Philadelphia."
Face beamed with excitement. Those were the words he had been waiting to hear for over three years. He had missed all his loved ones in Philly so much.
"Thanks Mom!" he said, as he reached out and hugged Pamela's waist.
Pamela wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes. She too had missed Philly terribly. Now, it was time to leave L.A. behind and go back home. But not until she had taken care of one final matter... Poo - the man responsible for killing her fiancé.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
October 7th, One week later...
"So, what made you decide to call me back after all this time?" Poo said into the phone.
"Poo, I'm really sorry for what I did to you. Please accept my apology," Pamela said. "I've been very lonely and right now I need a friend," she added, sounding earnest.
"How do I know you won't pull that same type of shit that you did to me last time?" Poo said, seriously. "You made me look like a fool!"
Pamela replied, smiling, "I'm truly sorry, Poo, I can promise you it will never happen again."
"I hope not," Poo replied in a serious tone. "I'm sorry about what happened to Mouse. He was a good dude," Poo said, changing the subject.
Pamela felt the hatred she already had for Poo boiling inside her. She knew, without a doubt in the world, Poo was the person responsible for killing Mouse. Her King!
"Yeah, I'm sorry too. But let's not talk about Mouse. What's up with me and you?" she asked nonchalantly.
Damn, she's cold! Poo thought.
"I need to get out the house and go out and do something. I can't keep sitting around crying all day and all night long over something I don’t have no control over. Right now, I desperately need someone who can takemy mind off Mouse."
A big smile appeared across Poo's face. He realized he finally had Pamela exactly where he wanted her: lonely, horny and vulnerable. The lustful thoughts he had in his mind gave him an instant erection. He wanted Pamela like he wanted no other woman before. Even after she had played him, Poo was still obsessed with Pamela's flawless body and sassyattitude.
"So, what's up, then?" he asked.
"How about me and you go out to a movie tonight. One of the laterone's where we can find us a seat way in the back and have a little privacy," Pamela said in a sexual tone.
"Just tell me where to pick you up and I'll be there!" Poo said excitedly.
After Pamela gave Poo the address to where he could come and pick her up and told him what time to come, they both hung up.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, Pamela reached out and grabbed herblack leather Gucci handbag. She went inside and pulled out a loaded .9mm pistol with a silencer attached to it. The pistol had belonged to Mouse; it was one of many he had kept in his private gun collection.
Pamela sat there staring at the weapon. As she began thinking about Mouse, a single tear rolled down from the corner of her left eye. "Don't worry, Baby, that motherfucker won't get away with what he did to you," she said to herself.
After she had put the gun back inside her bag, Face knocked on the door and smilingly entered the room. He walked over and sat on the bedbeside her.
"Mom, I got everything packed like you told me to," he said excitedly.
"Good Baby, cause we outta here tomorrow," Pamela said with a smile, "but tonight I need for you to do me a big favor." "Yes, Mom. What is it?"
"I need for you to stay in the house while I make a short run somewhere. Can you do that for me?"
Face looked into Pamela's serious eyes and said, "Mom, I'm a big boy now. Go take care of your business. I'll be okay. I'll call Reese, D.J., and Tasha to keep me company."
Pamela reached out and gave Face a warm hug. "Thanks, Baby. I promise I won't be long."
Philadelphia, PA.
Inside a secret stash house...
Hood and Ron Perry both stood back watching as three of their men sat around a large brown table counting the large pile of cash. A small money-counting machine sat in front of each man to make sure the numbers wereaccurate.
Killa-D, Hood's top street lieutenant, walked in holding a cell phone."It's for you Hood," he said, passing the phone to Hood. "Hello?"
"What's up, my friend?" Jose said into the phone.
"Same ol', same ol'. I'll be in New York to meet you tomorrow," Hood said.
“That's why I'm calling you. I made a change of plans." Jose said.
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"And what's that?"
"My brother, Rico, is flying in from Nicaragua tonight. He
wants me to meet him in Miami. So instead of meeting me in New
York this time, I want you to meet me in Miami; then you can
finally meet my brotherRico."
"At the same place as before?" Hood asked.
"Yeah, my limo driver will be waiting for you in the morning."
"I'll be there," Hood said confidently.
After they hung up the phones, Hood looked over at Ron and
said, "Can you get off work tomorrow?"
"I don't see why not," Ron answered.
"Good, 'cause me, you, and Killa-D is going back to Miami
again. But this time, we gonna finally meet Rico Gomez, Jose's
older brother," Hood said, smiling.
Inside Veronica's West Philadelphia house, the sounds of lustful sex filled up the bedroom. Veronica had the attractive white woman bent over the bed. An eight-inch black dildo was strapped around Veronica's slim waist. Veronica was stroking the dildo as hard as she could. Their two bodies were drenched in sweat. The woman growled out in pleasure with every thrust that Veronica relentlessly delivered into her pussy.
"Oh, God! Yes! I'm coming again! Yes!" the white woman yelled out excitedly. The woman’s name was Jessica Klien, she was a real estate attorney at a downtown firm, and the wife of Charles Klien, Veronica's favorite City Councilman. Neither Jessica or her husband knew they were both creeping and sneaking around having wild, lustful sex with the samebeautiful black woman. And each time they did, they were being secretly videotaped, like so many others had before.
Veronica had a plethora of secretly-made video tapes of some of the most prominent people in Philadelphia. And her client list was steadilygrowing.
After Veronica had fucked Jessica to complete exhaustion, she stood back and smiled at Jessica's sweaty naked body slumped down on the bed.
While Jessica lay across the bed trembling from the powerful multiple orgasms Veronica had just given her, Veronica took off her strap on dildo and tossed it to the floor. Then she crawled onto the bed behind Jessica's body and spread her long legs wide apart.
Jessica was already on cloud-9, but Veronica wouldn't be completely satisfied until she had taken her to cloud-10. The same cloud that she hadtaken all her rich, successful sex clients to.
Without any hesitation, Veronica dove her tongue deep into Jessica'swetness. Jessica grabbed onto one of the thick, long silk pillows for support. Veronica's magical warm tongue was taking her to a place noman had ever taken her before.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Later that night...
Face watched as his mother slipped the stylish blond wig over her head. "How do I look?" she asked him, standing in front of the mirror admiring herself.
"You look a little different, Mom, but you're still pretty," he replied,smiling big.
"Thanks, Baby," she said, fixing her wig perfectly.
Pamela was dressed to impress in an all black one-piece dress that complimented her hourglass figure. Her black leather Gucci heels matchedher black leather Gucci handbag. Her make-up, nails, and toes were all done to perfection. The scent of her White Diamonds perfume floated around her as light as a spring flower.
Face followed his mother from the bedroom to the living room. She kissed him on the lips and said with a smile, "Baby, I'll be back before youknow it."
Face watched her grab her handbag and walk out the front door. As soon as Pamela left out the house, he ran over to the window and watched as she walked away from the house. When she had disappeared from his sight, he ran over to the sofa and grabbed the phone. With a smile on his face he called Momma's house in Philadelphia to talk to his bestfriends, Reese and D.J., and his girlfriend Tasha.
Pamela was standing out front of someone's home waiting on Poo toarrive. She didn't want Poo to know where she and Face lived. Better safethan sorry, she thought.
At the exact time they had agreed to meet, Poo's blue Cadillac pulledup in front of the house and Pamela quickly got inside. She leaned over and gave Poo a quick kiss on the lips. He smiled and slowly pulled away from the curb. On the drive to the movies, Poo watched her with lust-filled eyes. Just the thought of being deep inside her had his dick as hard as arock.
"Baby, I'm so sorry about what I did to you. I promise you that I’m ‘a make up for it," she cooed in a soft sensual tone, gently taking his handand planting it under her dress.
"No panties, huh?" he grinned, sliding his middle finger into her warm wetness.
"Not tonight. Tonight's special," she whispered into his ear teasingly.
Poo had to control himself. It was the furthest he had ever gotten with Pamela and it was driving him crazy. On the drive to the Universal City movie complex, Poo continued to play inside Pamela's pussy. She sat back moaning through the entire ride, giving Poo the performance of her life. When Poo finally pulled his fingers from her pussy, they were covered with her wetness. She pulled his hand to her mouth and licked away all of her juices from his fingers.
"Let's go to a hotel!" Poo said, excitedly.
Pamela looked into his lust filled eyes and said, "Maybe after the movies. I'll see how good you behave tonight."
A half an hour later, Poo drove his car into the movie theatre parking lot. Just a few cars were scattered around the lot. It was already late and most of the people had seen earlier movies and had dinner engagements, orhad gone home.
After Poo paid for both of their tickets, they walked into one of the smaller theatres. It was dark and mostly empty. A few people remained,scattered around the theatre.
"How about there?" Pamela asked, pointing to an empty row of seatsnear the back row and in near-pitch darkness. "We're gonna need our privacy," she added seductively.
"It's fine with me," Poo said. She knew he was smiling, she saw the light from the screen reflected in a flash of his golden teeth. They walked into the darkness and sat in their seats.
As soon as they were seated, Poo placed his arm around Pamela's shoulders. He felt like a King that had finally won the heart of his beautiful Queen. He was as near to heaven as he was ever going to get.
"I been meaning to tell you that your hair looks nice. I really like that color. It makes you look even more sexier," he whispered in her ear with asmile growing on his face.
"Thank you. I did it just for you. I wanted to celebrate our new relationship," she said, as she leaned over and gave him a light kiss on hislips.
Poo felt his dick growing inside his jeans. There was something about Pamela that kept him totally mesmerized. He knew if all went well, tonight he would finally get to fuck her. Something he had been wanting since the moment he had first laid eyes on her.
As the movie began, Poo slid his hand under her dress and
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his fingers back inside her wet pussy.
Pamela leaned over and put her lips to his ear. "Baby, we got all night for that. This juicy pussy ain't going nowhere. How ‘bout you go and get us a large box of popcorn to share?" she added.
Poo slid his fingers from inside her and stood up from his seat. Shesmiled as he showed off by pulling a large stack of bills from out hispocket.
"I'll be right back," he smiled, gold teeth flashing, then turned and walked down the dark aisle.
As soon as Poo disappeared, Pamela reached inside her handbag and pulled out the loaded .9mm pistol. She looked around nervously. The closest couple was seven rows in front of her. She straightene
d her dress and got comfortable in her seat. The silencer was clutched in her sweatypalm. A bit of nervousness entered her body. But, it wasn't enough to make her change her mind. She was determined to go through with it; to kill the man who was responsible for killing her fiancé, Mouse. Her King. She slowly screwed the silencer onto the end of the pistol’s barrel.
Moments later, Poo appeared holding a large box of popcorn and two large Cokes. Pamela watched as he walked down the aisle and sat down in his seat. She held the silenced pistol under the folds of her dress. Poo never noticed.
"Did I take too long?" he asked.
"No, you're just in time," she said, slowly raising her hand and aiming the pistol at Poo's chest. He never noticed the gun in her right hand. He was too busy placing the cokes in the armrest cup holders in thenear total darkness.
"Poo?" she said, her voice turning cold as ice.
"Yeah, Baby, what is it?" he asked, flashing his golden grin.
"Go to hell!" she said, viciously, before unloading six bullets into hisupper stomach and chest.
Poo's body slumped down in his seat, but he continued to move, trying in vain to fight off his quickly approaching death. Pamela aimed thepistol at his heart and pulled the trigger three more times.
SSSTH! SSSTH! SSSTH!
Three more .9mm slugs entered his chest, ripping his heart to shreds.The moving instantly ceased and he died with both eyes wide open and alarge box of popcorn spilled over him.
Pamela reached into his jeans and removed his large bankroll. She then took his cell phone so she could destroy any evidence that could lead back to her. She was glad she had wiped all the bullets off and loaded them while wearing the white cotton gloves she had planned to wear for her wedding. The casings would be impossible to find in this darkness.
She stood calmly, straightened her dress and walked away, leaving Poo's body behind with nine bullets pierced deep inside of his flesh. She walked calmly through the movie theatre lobby and went out a side exitdoor.
Outside, she quickly removed the blond wig and put it inside her handbag on top of the pistol, then waved down a Yellow taxi that was passing by. When the cab stopped, she calmly got inside and sat back.
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