Black Scarface

by Jimmy Dasaint

  those 'little-guys' will eat you," Jose said in a serious tone. "Jose, for six years we been doing business together. You and

  Rico supply me with drugs and I get my men to distribute them throughout Philly. Since then, we haven't had any major problems from no one. You know why?" Hood asked, looking the brothers in the eyes.

  "Why don't you tell us?" Rico said, puffing on his cigar and blowing a large cloud of grey smoke into the tropical breeze. "Because I rule with an iron fist! And the little guys that I let eat don't wanna die. They all know who to fear!" Hood smiled seriously, hisvoice cold and distant.

  "There's always someone new who's a little wiser and a little more determined. One who doesn't show fear or acknowledge respect for the bigguys, and who is ready to step into your shoes as soon as you're caught slipping. So, we believe it is better to control one hundred percent and eliminate all competition or even the slightest threat. That way we can live as we do," Rico replied, opening his arms to the yacht to indicate their high-class way of life. His smile was even colder than Hood's.

  "I don't slip! And it's not that easy for some new up-and-comer to get close to me. Even if they did, they wouldn't get away alive,"

  Hood smiledconfidently.

  Jose and Rico both shook their heads and smiled. Hood had made

  thebrothers hundreds of millions of dollars and they needed him as

  much as he needed them; even though they would have liked for

  Hood to control all of the Philadelphia drug game, not just the

  majority of it, which he was content with. They knew Philadelphia

  was a gold mine and a drug Kingpin's paradise. They also knew

  Hood was one of their major assets and acted content with his

  decisions, as long as he was content with the drugs he was getting

  and the money he was making.

  But, they weren't. For the Gomez brothers, there was

  never enough money in their loaded bank accounts. Money ruled

  the entire world and nothing elsemattered at all! NOTHING!

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Later that night...

  "I'm thinking of running for mayor in the next election," Charles said, as he stood undressing in front of Veronica's bed.

  "Yeah, I told Charles that would be a great idea," Jeffery added, while he also undressed.

  "I think that's wonderful, Charles. God knows you'll be a lot better than the one we got in office now," Veronica stated, watching the two menundress.

  Charles and Jeffery both watched with lustful eyes as Veronica's beautiful naked body lay exposed on the pink silk sheets.

  "What happened with Mike?" she asked, staring at their appearingnudeness and stiffening dicks.

  "He said he would be by later. I guess he's still working at his office," Charles answered, while rolling the condom on his stiff dick.

  "Don't worry, Baby. You got Mike hooked for the rest of his life, just like the rest of us," Jeffery laughed, and they joined in on the humor.

  After Jeffery put the condom on, he and Charles joined Veronica on the bed. Within moments, the three of them were lost in their own world of lust, desire, and sexual pleasure.

  After Face had enjoyed a delicious fish dinner with Tasha and Momma, he helped Tasha clean up the dishes and straighten up around the house. Momma had gone upstairs to her bedroom to watch her favoritenighttime TV shows. D.J. had not come home. He was too busy outside running the streets with his neighborhood friends.

  When everything was cleaned and straightened-up around the house, Face and Tasha left and got inside Tasha's new car, a red Toyota Camry. Tasha started the car and they drove off down the dark street. She was headed for Face's apartment at the Denrich.

  "Why don't you get yourself a car?" she asked Face, as she maneuvered the small car through the traffic.

  "I told you, I don't like to put nothing in my name. No cars, no houses, no credit cards, nothing!" Face replied in a serious voice. "All that stuff will eventually come back to haunt you," he added, looking across at her. "All I need is this," he went on, pulling the pager from his belt.

  "What about getting your self a cell phone?" she asked. "I told you I would get it for you and put it in my name; just like your momma did yourapartment."

  "I'll think about it," Face said, as he reached over and started runninghis hand through her hair.

  "Promise me?" she asked.

  "I promise I'll give it some thought," he said, smiling.

  Fifteen minutes later, Tasha pulled up and parked in front of Face's apartment building. For a few minutes, they sat inside the car kissing intensely.

  "I'll page you tomorrow as soon as I get off work," Tasha promised. "And I'll be waiting," Face said, opening the door and getting out of the car.

  He waved goodbye as Tasha pulled off and headed towards home. After a sigh, he turned around and walked into the building.

  From a fourth floor bedroom window, a young attractive woman had sat and watched his every move. She knew his schedule like clockwork. From the moment she had first laid eyes on him, she had been attracted toFace. He was just the way she liked her men; tall, attractive, with a 'bad boy' swagger that made her panties moist.

  Face was the type of man that her father had always warned her about, but it had only made her want him more. And one day soon, GloriaJones knew she would have him.

  Inside his house in West Philly...

  Truck angrily rolled over in bed and picked up the ringing telephone, "Who is it?" he barked.

  "Uncle Truck, it’s me, A-Rock," his nephew answered.

  "Nigga, why you always calling me late at night? And why ain't you been by the barber shop in the last few days?" Truck asked, his anger maintaining its previous level.

  "I been a little busy, Uncle Truck," A-Rock replied importantly. "Busy doin' what? Spending all your money on those bitches at the strip clubs?"

  "Naw, just a little busy, that's all," A-Rock replied in a serious voice.

  "I talked to your mother today. She said she ain't seen or heard from you in a few days either. Is you alright?" Truck asked, sitting up on the edge of the bed.

  "I'm cool, Uncle Truck. I'm just calling to make sure everything is still on for tomorrow. Bam-Bam is ready."

  "Nigga, what I tell you 'bout saying people's name on my goddamnphone?" Truck snapped.

  "My bad, Uncle Truck," A-Rock apologized.

  "I'll be ready. I have everything set. You just make sure your friend is cool."

  "He's cool, Uncle Truck. Look I'll try and come by the shop tomorrow. You get some rest," A-Rock said.

  "Alright, make sure you call your momma, she's been worried about

  you."

  "I will," he promised.

  Before Truck could hang up the phone, A-Rock added, "Uncle Truck?"

  "Yeah, what is it?"

  "I love you, Unc," A-Rock said, then hung up before Truck

  couldrespond.

  Truck hung up the phone and sat on the edge of the bed

  with a perplexed look on his face. It had been years since the last

  time A-Rock had told him that he loved him. Truck brushed it off and

  looked over to his left. An attractive, young, redbone female was

  patiently waiting beside him.Her name was Foxy and she was an 18

  year-old stripper. She was the type of woman that Truck had always

  kept in his bed: young, beautiful and full of sexual energy.

  Inside the F.B.I. building in downtown Philadelphia...

  A-Rock looked up at the two clean-cut men in their dark suits, and tearfully shook his head. He knew now what true hate was. These men hadconvinced him to sell his honor. Now that the deed was nearly done, he didn't know whom he hated more, them or himself.

  "You did the right thing, Aaron," Agent Powaski said.

  "Yeah, if you don't help yourself, no one else will," his black partner,Agent McDonald agreed.

  "If this goes well tomorrow nig
ht, we'll have you back on the streets in no time," Powaski said, taking out the small mini-cassette from the tape recorder.

  "Yeah, but then I'll be out on the streets working for ya'll," ARockreplied angrily.

  "It's either you work for us for a short while, or you work in a federal penitentiary for 30 years, for all that crack you sold to our informant. Your choice," Agent McDonald said in a serious voice.

  A-Rock sat there in total disbelief as the tears of hurt, pain and disloyalty fell down his face. Four days earlier, he had sold a kilo and a half of crack to an F.B.I. informant. After being interrogated and threatened with a 30-year sentence in a federal prison, he had finally broken down and agreed to work for the Feds. For his cooperation, the Feds had promised him that they would highly recommend no more than a 24-month sentence to the federal judgetrying his case. But it was no deal if he didn't bring in his uncle Truck.

  A-Rock had agreed, and for the past four days he had gotten numerous tape recordings on Truck. Now, all they needed was for Truck to show up tomorrow night at their secretly planned drug sting and pay forthe 20 kilos they had waiting for him. "I don't believe I just set up my uncle!" A -Rock cried out. Powaski looked over at his partner and they both smiled. Truck had been just one of the many names on their list of top drug dealers. And once he was off the streets for good, they could scratch his name off their list and move on to the next one.

  The Denrich Apartments...

  After Face had taken a hot shower, he went to the kitchen and prepared a bowl of cereal, then he went into the living room and turned on the TV. After the late night news had gone off, he turned the TV off and walked into thebathroom. He opened the cabinet and took out a small brown pill container and removed the top.

  "Damn!" he said, after turning the empty bottle up. He remembered he had taken his last sleeping pill the night before. He threw the empty bottle into the trashcan and walked out of the bathroom.

  When he entered his bedroom, he walked over to the bed and lay down. He placed his hands behind his head, and gazed up at the ceiling. The room was completely silent. And like he had done many times before, he lay there in deep thought. His young mind seemed to never take a break. Visions of loved ones, friends, and enemies, entered his head. Then he thought about the two things he wanted more than anything else in life; unlimited power and wealth. Withno more sleeping pills to take, Face knew it was going to be another long, sleepless night.

  Inside the small apartment right next door, Gloria Jones' naked brown body was stretched out on her bed. Two large scented candles werefilling up the room with 'fresh peach' scent.

  Law books, note pads, pencils and pens were all scattered on the floor. A computer sat on a small desk in the corner of the room with a screensaver that depicted a waterfall of binary code, much like the pattern in the Matrix.

  As Prince’s voice flowed out of the speakers, Gloria was lost in the euphoric world of self pleasure. Her hand gripped the small black vibrator and massaged it around and over her hard, erect clit, driving her ever higher and nearer to the edge until she finally plummeted back to earth as the mind shattering orgasm swept in throughout her body; wave after wave leaving her panting, breathless, and longing for the real thing of her vision - the handsome young stranger who lived next door.

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Downtown Philadelphia, Broad and Spring Garden St…

  The ‘Ultimate Fantasy’ Gentlemen's Social Club was a popular hangout forlocal drug dealers. Inside the club were private rooms, private two-girl shows, and topless beautiful women giving lap dances and swinging around poles.

  Once again, the club was filled to capacity. Men of all types, colors,and sizes watched as the beautiful Black, White, Spanish, and Asian women maneuvered around them.

  Reese stood all the way in the back of the club, his eyes focused on the beautiful black woman performing on one of the three small wooden stages. Her legs were wrapped around a thin pole as she held on. Up anddown, she glided her thick voluptuous body on the pole. A crowd of boisterous men stood around with lustful eyes. Each one of them was throwing stacks of small bills on the stage where the woman was performing.

  R. Kelly's ‘Bump and Grind’ was banging out of the large speakers that were situated all throughout the club. Blinking yellow, green, red, andblue lights hung from the high ceiling.

  After the woman had finished her intoxicating performance, she picked up all of her money from the stage and swished off toward the dressing rooms in the back.

  "Where's Foxy tonight?" an attractive white female asked her.

  "She's out with her new sugar daddy, Truck. I guess she needs somemore clothes to add to her already elaborate wardrobe," she answered, in an envious tone.

  "I got to admit, Foxy knows just how to get what she wants, whenever she needs it," she added, before the woman could answer or interrupt.

  "What about you, Passion, are you ready to get with that super-rich baller that's been hollering at you lately?" the woman asked, as she finished putting on her new silver-colored body suit.

  "I'm cool with the man I got. Plus, if he ever found out somebody was trying to get with me, all hell would break loose," Passion replied, in aserious tone. "White Chocolate, you know how crazy Reese can get!"

  "Yeah, how could I forget?" she said, remembering the time she stood

  and watched Reese pistol whip a man just for flirting with his girl. "Well, all money is green, and what Reese don't know won't hurt 'em. Just think about it Passion, ‘cause I heard the nigga is one of Hood's top men. You know what that means; he's got top dollars to waste on some top of the line pussy," White Chocolate said over her shoulder, as she walked out the door and toward the stage for her next dance.

  Sandy 'Passion' Carter stood and looked at her image in the tall wall-mirror. She smiled at herself, knowing what she possessed drove mencrazy. She was a 20-year-old dark-skinned woman who stood 5 feet, 8 inches tall, with a mind blowing 38DD-26-42 figure that stopped men dead in their tracks. She and her two girlfriends, Foxy and White Chocolate, were the three top strippers in the club and men always gave them attention.

  After Sandy had changed into her street clothes and said her goodbyes, she headed for the side exit. Tonight had been long and tiresome and now she was ready to go home with her boyfriend, Reese; who was waiting outside in the parking lot.

  Chestnut Hill, Philadelphia...

  After they had all taken a warm shower together, Veronica sat on her bed and watched Charles and Jeffery get dressed. The three of them had just enjoyed another night of lustful sex. And as always, she had her hidden cameras steadily rolling.

  Inside her private collection, Veronica had a plethora of videotapes and discs with footage of all her sexual episodes. But, her clients had taken care of her so well over the years that she never had reason to blackmail any of them. She granted them all their sexual fantasies and dreams and they compensated her for her pleasing erotic performances.

  At 27 years of age, Veronica was living a surreal life. She now owned three real estate properties and two European luxury cars. On top of that, she had over $250,000 in the bank. And she had earned it all by the world’s oldest profession - prostitution

  After Charles and Jeffery had gotten dressed, Veronica walked her two happily satisfied and loyal clients downstairs and to the door.

  "I'll see ya'll two stallions soon," she said, giving them each a soft kiss on the lips. She stood-in the doorway watching as they both got insideCharles' Jaguar sports car. When the car disappeared from sight down thestreet, Veronica closed the door and went back inside.

  She walked around her house lighting small scented candles anddimming all the lights. Veronica then walked to the buildin Sony entertainment system and slid a disc into the player. She pressed the 'play' button and seconds later the soft soulful voice of Luther Vandross flowedfrom the speakers.

  After pouring herself a glass of white Zinfandel, she sat down on the sofa and got comfortable. After her second gla
ss of wine and the fourth song by Luther, her doorbell rang.

  Veronica stood up from the sofa and went to the door. She felt a little tipsy, but sexually energized at the same time. The silk robe hugged her body as she walked over to the door. When she opened the door, an older white man with salt-and-pepper hair smiled and stepped inside.

  "What took you so long?" she said, smiling.

  "I was a little busy tonight," he replied, taking off his jacket.

  Veronica took his hands, after hanging his jacket in the closet, and looked him in the eyes. "Well, Mike, I hope you're all rested up, because I sure am!" she said, teasingly, as Luther's melodious voice continued to flow from the speakers. Veronica took Mike's hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom. When the door closed, all of Mike's sexual fantasiesinstantly began...and the cameras were rolling of course.

  Mike Levy was first introduced to Veronica four-months ago by his good friends Charles, Jonathan, and Jeffery. After the first time he had sex with Veronica, Mike was hooked. Just like all of Veronica's other clients, Mike was happily married with kids and a successful career.

  At 54 years of age, Mike Levy was a 30-year veteran of the Philadelphia Police Force. Far from the regular street cop that drove aroundprotecting and serving the dangerous streets of Philly; Mike was the 'top cop' on the force. He was the Police Commissioner and he despised crooked police officers the same as he did child molesters, rapists, murderers, and drug dealers. He did everything in his power to rid the streets of Philadelphia of them.

  Mike was a hard-nosed cop that was respected and feared by many. He wore his badge proudly on his chest. But even the most respected, hard-nosed cops had their addictions. Mike's addiction respected, hard-nosed cops had their addictions. Mike's addiction 24-36 female body; and her name was Veronica Taylor. A woman that made even the hardest men melt inside her soft perfectly manicured hands.

  When Sandy opened the car door and got inside, Reese's 15-year-old brother, D.J., was sitting on the back seat. Sandy leaned over and kissed Reese on the lips, then he started up the Lexus and drove off down the street."How was your day?" she asked him.