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JACKBOYZ
AN URBAN NOVEL
WRITTEN BY;STEVEN W.CARR
PROLGUE
BLAW,BLAW !"YALL NIGGAS KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS,EAT THAT CONCRETE,D0
IT NOW!"WHEN THE 12 GAUGE MOSSEBURG WITH THE PISTOL GRIPS SOUNDED
OFF IN THE TIGHT CONFINES BEHIND THE DUMPSTER,THE SOUND WAS BOTH
DEAFENING AND SCARY.IT ACHIEVED MY GOAL THOUGH,WHEN THE BUCKSHOT
TORE UP THE CONCRETE IT MADE ALL THE THUGS THAT WERE ON THE GROU,ND SHOOTING DICE LAY IT DOWN WITH ARMS SPREAD WIDEL-TIOST ALL OF
THEM LIVED AND HUSTLED RIGHT HERE IN THE HOOD ON,IMPERIAL VALLEY
ROAD IN,NORTH HOUSTON.I FOUND OUT ABOUT THIS DICE GAME BY SITTING
IN THE CORNER STORE PLAYING THE VIDEO POKER MACHINE AND LISTENING
AS THEY CAME IN AND OUT OF THE STORE RUNNIN THEY MOUTHS ABOUT IT.
I AM FRESH OFF A SHORT PRISON BID,BROKE AND LOOKIN FOR A COME UP.
WHEN I SAW HOW THEY HUSTLE BY CHASTE CARS UP AND DOWN THE ROAD TO
MAKE THEIR CASH THEN TRYIN TO WIN IT FROM EACH OTHER IN THE DICE
GAME I STARTED PLOTTIN ON THEM,BUT KNEW I HAD TO CATCH THEM AT
a.T
THE RIGHT TIME IN ORDER TO GET A NICE PAYDAY.I WAITED UNTIL THE
FIRST OF THE MONTH FELL ON A FRIDAY.BY BEING PATIENT AND DOING IT
LIKE THIS NOT ONLY DID I CATCH THEM ON GOVERNMENT CHECK DAY,I
SO GOT THEM ON PAYDAY.WHEN I LET THE MOSSEBURG LOOSE THERE WAS
MONEY SPREAD OUT ON THE GROUND,CUFFED IN THEIR HANDS AND IN THEIR
POCKETS.IT WAS SUMMERTIME IN THE CITY AND A PERFECT DAY TO GET
PAID.I GATHERED UP THE MONEY OFF THE GROUND,THEN ORDERED THEM ALL
TO STRIP DOWN TO THEY BOXERS. .1 GATHERED AND RIFLED THE POCKETS C
OF ALL THE JEANS AND SHORTS.FOR MY EFFORT I WAS FINDING HUGE KNOt
TS OF CASH,AS WELL AS PILL BOTTLES FULL OF ROCKS,PILLS J AND DIME
SACKS OF WEED.I WAS TAKIN IT ALL AND HAD PLANS TO RIDE UP OUTTA C
HERE IN THE MONEY GREEN BUICK ROADMASTER THAT I WATCHED THE THUG
PARK OUT IN FRONT OF THE APARTMENTS EARLIER TODAY.THE NIGGA LIVES
IN GREENSPOINT AND COMES OVER HERE TO GRIND ON THA BLOCK EVERYDAY,
HE'S MADE ENOUGH TO PUT THE CAR IN THE GAME,ANJ THE 84 SPOKE SWA4
NGA RIMS,THE STEREO SYSTEM,AND ALL THE FLAT SCREEN T.V.SCREENS HE
HAS SPENT MONEY ON TO INSTALL IN THE RIDE WILL BRING ME A NICE
PAYDAY WHEN MY ESSAY PARTNERS OVER IN OLD TOWN SPRING PULL IT IN
THEIR SHOP AND STRIP IT TO THE FRAME,THEN CUT THE CAR UP!I MADE
SURE I GOT ALL THE CAR KEYS SO THAT NONE OF THEM WOULD HAVE A WAY
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PROLOGUE
TO FOLLOW ME WHEN I LEAVE.THINGS WERE GOIN WELL AND I HAD ACCOUNED FOR EVERYTHING EXCEPT THE OBVIOUS.AS I FINISHED PUTTING THE
LAST OF THE LOOT IN THE BACKPACK AND WAS STANDING UP TO MOVE AROUND HE SLIPPED UP ON ME-HE PUT THE GUN TO THE BACK OF MY HEAD AND
SAID,"NIGGA,I'M TALKIN TO A DEAD MAN!"I WAS JUST ABOUT READY TO
DO SOME LAYIN DOWN MYSELF WHEN THE 2x4 SMACKED HIM UPSIDE THE HEAD AND THE NAILS THAT WERE IN IT BURIED THEMSELVES IN THE SOFT
FLESH RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS EAR.WHEN HE DROPPED TO ONE KNEE,'
DID'NT HESITATE. I AIMED THE SHOTGUN AT HIM AND PULLED THE TRIGG1;
ER! THE IMPACT OF THE.00 BUCKSHOT HIT HIM IN THE CHEST AT POINT
BLANK RANGE AND KNOCKED HIM BACKWARDS,HE WAS DEAD BEFORE HE HIT .
THE GROUND.I GRABBED THE BAG AND TOOK OFF RUNNING TOWARDS THE
PARKING LOT,THE ADRENALINE PUMPING THRU MY BODY!IT WAS THE FIRST
TIME THAT I HAD EVER SHOT A NIGGA AND KNEW THAT HE WAS DEAD,AND
I WAS KINDA SCARED.AS I RAN I TRIED TO SHAKE HER BUT LI14-cMOMMA
WAS LOCKED IN ON MY TAIL AND WAS DETERMINED THAT I WAS'NT GONNA (
LEAVE HER BEHIND.SHE WAS THE ONE THAT HIT THE BIG NIGGA WITH THE
BOARD AND MADE WAY FOR MY ESCAPE,S0 I GUESS I DID OWE HER SOMETHING,BUT I HAD NO INTENTION ON TAKING HER WITH ME.AS IT TURNS OUT,
ALL EITHER OF US WANTED TO DO WAS GET AWAY FROM THERE.WE DID GET
AWAY THAT DAY.LITTLE DID I KNOW IT THEN BUT TOSHA AND I WERE ABOUT TO BECOME A MODERN DAY,BLACK BONNIE ,& CLYDE-WE WENT ON A CRIME
SPREE THAN TOOK US ACROSSED THE SOUTHEASTERN UNITED STATES,GETTIN
PAID AT EACH STOP.WE MADE A GAME PLAN TO MAKE IT BACK TO,H—TOWN
WELL PAID,THEN GET OUT OF THE GAME AND INVEST IN A LEGIT BUSINESS.
MY NAME IS,JAIME,AND MY RIDE OR DIE CHICKS NAME IS,TOSHA.SHE'S
100 PERCENT HOOD CERTIFIED AND KNOWS HOW TO PLAY ANY ROLE TO PER FECTION.WE HAVE A SOLID PLAN THAT WILL WORK IF WE CAN DODGE THE
HATERS AND KEEP GRIMY ASSED NIGGAS OUT OF OUR PLAY BOOK.JACKBOYZ
IS OUR ACTION PACKED STORY.S0 RELAX AND ENJOY IT BUT BE WARNED
THAT SOME OF THE SCENARIOS ARE TRUE AND ACTUAL EVENTS.THE NAMES
HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE INNOCENT,AND TO KEEP FROM FURTHr
ER INCRIMINATING THE GUILTY.
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Part I: The Gentleman's Club
Chapter I
Jaime — I've been sittin' in this strip center and scopin' this busy — ass
urban clothing store for almost two weeks. Me and Tosha left H-town on 1-45
North the next night after I robbed the dice game. The Camry is all legal, in her
name, and we have liability insurance on it. I was making stops all the way up here
to Dallas, stealing license plates off of cars. The car has a set of those plates on it
right now, if for some odd reason I am spotted getting back into it. I just don't see
where this will be a problem though. Fm ridin' solo; Tosha is at the tiny, onebedroom we rented right next to the 'hood in south Dallas.
The Pakistani's who own the busy store are creatures of habit. They
stay open late on Thursdays and Fridays because those are busy club nights around
the city. The store closes at 9:30. By 9:45 the Pakistani's son or daughter always
pulls up to pick him up at the front of the store, as he rolls down the steel window
protectors. Once he's in the family SUV, they pull out of the lot and take the same
four — block route to drop their money in the Regions Bank night drop.
Tonight! got a surprise for that ass! I know they are commn' to where
I'm goin,' I've already scoped out the bank, and Fm gonna hide behind the hedges
next to the front of it. I got there maybe five minutes before they did. I parked my
car in the What-A-Burger lot next door, pulled on my dreadlocks wig, gloves and
dark glasses, then laid in wait behind the shrubs, .38 at the ready.
This particular method of robbing is what's known around H-town
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as "juggin." I'm dressed in all black, layin' in the bushes — literally! The big Lexus
SUV pulls up and Pop jumps out, walking quickly to the deposit box at the front
door. I spring up on him when he's about 3 feet from me. "Bomba clod, Pop
gimme de money bags right now before me splacka you brains all along de
sidewalk!"
He didn't waste no time. He hands over the fat bag and I tell him,
"De wallet too!" He hands over the wallet that is thick with cash. "Now git in your
fancy truck and move around before I take dat too!"
He backpedaled to his truck and got in. His daughter throws it in
reverse. The whole thing took maybe 30 seconds. She sits there looking at me and
talking on the phone. I pointed the .38 snub at the truck and took a couple of quick
steps, and she patched out as she mashed the gas. Once they drove out of the lot,
headed east, I jogged west to the rear of the restaurant and got into the Camry. I
pulled off the wig and the black b-ball sweats then drove out of the almost deserted
parking lot and jumped on the feeder road. I had a three-mile ride south on the
Interstate to make it back to the apartment. I called Tosha on my cell and told her
like the old-school gangster used to say. "Baby, get naked, I'll be there in 10
minutes!" This did two things. It let her know that I made it safe and sound. Also,
she knows how much a quick, successful lick turns me on, because it does the same
for her. Although she had to be at work by midnight, I knew she would be ready to
give me a good shot of that prime-time real estate!
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Chapter 2
Tosha — Smack! That was the sound this nigga's hand made as he
slapped me for what I decided was the last time. Yeah, I'm 17, and I been a bad ass
since I was 14. That's when I started learning what kind of influence a cute girl
with a fat, juicy ass like mine had over a man. I lost my virginity back then to a 19
year-old thug. It's also the same time that step daddy number 2 caught us together
and made me start sucking his dick so he wouldn't tell my mama. Needless to say,
I'm a fool on a dick with my mouth. I learned young! When I couldn't take the
incest and abuse no more, at 16 I moved out and my T-lady was glad to see me go.
I had met the fat nigga Bug at a spot called Barney's. He is older,
and at first he treated me right. He got me off the streets and got me to put the
rundown one-bedroom in my name so he could trap out of there. Nigga tried to
force me into sellin' my pussy cause I had served him. When I said, "Hell, no!" I
went and got me a full-time job and I finished up my course study for my GED.
He still trapped out of the apartment because he paid the rent and bills. But I made
it clear I was off limits unless I chose to.
All that went well until that fat nigga came through high on that wet.
He tried to force his fat ass on me, and I fought him. He beat my ass, then took off
towards where niggas was shootin' dice at. Well, I had enough. I went after his ass
with a 5-foot-long 2-by-4 that had five or six rusty nails drove through it. We both
heard the loud boom of the shotgun, but I told y'all I'm hardheaded. Instead of
doing like any normal person and running away from the shots, I ran my silly ass
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right behind bug, who now had out his little .38 pistol as he headed toward the dice
game. He bent the corner, and the slender jackboy had the whole dice game sewed
up.
He had robbed them all, and had them naked and stretched out on
the ground. ThinIcin' back on it all now, the decision to help him was a no-brainer I
mean, he was out here after his paper, tryin' to get it in. so when fat-ass Bug
managed to slide up behind him and brace him with the pistol, I tried to Barry
Bonds his ass ... I swung that board so hard! The 18 penny nails buried themselves
as deep as they could go in the soft flesh in front of the fat-ass nigga's ear. He
staggered suddenly and dropped down to one knee, his head leaking blood. The
thug didn't hesitate. He pumped.00 buckshot into that fat-ass nigga. Bet he won't
hit no other bitch now.
The thug grabbed the backpack and took off through the cut. He
wasn't wastin' no time, and neither was I. Ain't no way I can live here no more, so I
was goin' wherever he was goin'! We made it to the money-green Road master, and
he hit the viper keypad and the big V-8 fired up while he unlocked the door. I ran
track in junior high, and I was right on his ass! He waited while I jumped in the
driver's door and slid over, then he got in and put the big Buick in gear as we
patched out leavin' outta there. He didn't pull off the mask until we hit the service
road, heading north, in fact, the first five minutes we were together, we didn't talk.
His first words were, "Ain't chu from 'round there ? I could swear I saw you at that
corner store.
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I answered, "Yeah, I used to live over there but I can't go back now,
so I'm goin' wherever you going."
Who me?," he said "Nigga don't know me. I wasn't plannin' to go
anywhere"
"Oh, well," I told him. "I guess Fm on my own again. But I'm,
good with it. I been that way for a while now. Could you at least put me on a bus
up outta here, since I did save you.
He got quiet, so I did the same. He called on his phone to the body
shop and talked to hector. The thug was fine and good-lookin with his low-cut
fade. He had brushed his hair until it was wavy, and his cocoa-colored skin was
smooth. He impressed me when he flipped his conversation to Spanish. "Au
vengo entrado con un Road master caliente. Hi estare en cinco minutos." He hung
up and made another call
"Ronnie, wat up ? Yeah, I'm good. Listen, you still got that little
bucket? Yeah, I got some ounces of good work and an ass load of pills I'll give you
for it. Tell ya what, if you can get the registration and insurance transferred and put
some music in it, I'll give you $500. Alright, yeah, I'll pop the music by in about an
hour. Peace out!"
About that time, we were pulling up to the Mexicans' shop. They
opened the gate that lead to the rear of the shop, and we drove through to the back
then up inside a big bay door and up onto a hydraulic lift. The door was closed
behind us, and a team of three worked outside while one got inside. The thug told
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them he wanted the stereo, two 6x9s and one of the speaker boxes that held two
Competition Kicker 10-inch woofers and one amp.
We went in the office and the dude Hector spoke to him in Spanish,
then they laughed and switched to English. "Hector, let me use your truck to take
this music to the hood?"
We went together to meet old school, and all I had to do was sign
the transfer application and just like that the nigga had put a car in my name. Old
school put the music in it, and we were riding in a 2002 Canny that was in real
good shape and ready for the highway. I still didn't even know the thug's name.
Once we went to take the truck back, he went inside and I waited in the car. He
came out countin' money and gave me $500 and said, "Here, put that up" I stuck it
in my 34C cup as we rode out. We took a short ride to his motel, right up the
interstate. As I drove, he counted and organized the money inside of the bag. He
said, "Well, I'm, tired of livin' here, we hittin' the road in the morning! You ready to
ride?"
That was almost a month and a half ago. We rode straight up 1-45 to
Dallas. I found out a lot about "J" on that trip. He is 20 years old, and he's a jugger.
This form of robbing was the latest thing. He did it for the adrenaline rush, and to
eat. Fresh out of Prison, with no job, and no family willing to help. He was a lot
like me, a "go-getter!" Right now, I'm, dancin' at a topless club cause I'm bad like
that. Just don't get it twisted. I ain't tryin' to make no living shaking my ass for tips.
Although I do pretty good, that's not our goal. From now on, any job I
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take is for one purpose - to get enough info about the day-to-day operations to rob
them for all their money.
Right now, our target date to hit it is week one NFL Sunday when,
after the Cowboys play, DeMarcus Ware is planning to hold a birthday bash at
which Nicici Minaj will perform. The tickets to get in the door are $500. Capacity
crowd in this upscale adult club is 500 people. The coffers will be full, and "J" has
been comin' in to scope the club on its busiest nights, to make a plan. In between
time though, he does what he's good at — catchin' suckas slippin' and takin' their
chips. I know it's all good when he calls and tells me to "have his pussy naked,
shaved and ready!" No problem, Daddy, no problem.
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Chapter 3
Jaime - "Oh, yes, Daddy, yes, beat da pussy!" Tosha is in full freak
mode. She is 5-feet-5-inches tall and weighs 135 pounds. Most all of it is hips and
ass. Speakin' of which, that's how it's goin' down right now on the Rent-A-Center
queen-sized bed. The $7,350 bag I just hit the Pakistanis for is spread out on the
comforter and I'm bustin' her ass up on top of it. I am gripping her hips, pumpin'
and stoking her hard and deep as I slap her on her ass cheeks. She's giving as good
as she gets when she grips the bed and not only throws that ass back at me but
winds and rotates her hips urging me to, "fuck her harder!!!" Now I am close to
exploding in her, so I slow down trying to hold onto my cum. But she ain't havin' it
cause she's fixing to bust her own orgasm, and the more my hard thick cock hits
her spot, the more intense her climax will be.
"Hell nah, nigga, don't you dare stop feedin' me that good dick you
got," she says as she looks back at me and pops that fight pussy on and off my dick,
literally takin' it from me. The low growl that escapes my clenched teeth lets her
know that I'm getting ready to bust. She rides back and forth on my dick and I grip
her firm, young breasts, one in each hand, and ride her to my own climax.
"Awwwwww fuck, fuck, fuck!" is all I can say as her pussy grips me and pulls the
hot cum out of me, transferring it deep inside her love canal. Her own orgasm goes
high gear as she screams my name (or her nickname for me), "Daddy Jr The
intensity dies down and we both collapse on the bed, panting heavy. As always,
she gets up and goes in the bathroom and returns with two wet, warm washcloths
The soapy one she uses to bathe my dick, nuts and crack with. The other one
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follows behind it to clean up the body with soap. Then she takes me into her mouth,
and just when I thought my shit was spent, in less than two minutes her magic head
game has me rock hard and ready to go again.
When I reached for her, she wiggles away and says, "Hell naw,
Daddy. I gotta go to work!" the upscale club Fantasia is a topless spot that she so
far has made good money at. She wants to buy rims for her car and has saved the
money to do so. We live and eat off her tip money and we decided to stack all of
the money off our licks. I still have $5,400 of the $6,500 we rode into town with,
and her tip money has added $500 to that plus paid our rent, bought this used
furniture, a bed, couch and 30-inch flat screen. We have a 90-day lease that's been
paid in cash for all three months. We don't want any more furniture. I have about
six different changes of clothes. We crept back to her apartment at 3 in the
morning so she could get her birth certificate, ID, and a small suitcase of her best
clothes. She grabbed her X-Box 360, but it's still in the trunk. The season opener
and private party is two weeks away. Once I do my thing, we won't have time or
space to pack anything, so we're keepin' it light.
I hear her jump in the shower as I gather up the $7,000 we just got
done havin' sex on. I put the thick rubber bands around it and put it back in two 16
ounce Bud Light beer cans that sits with the rest of a six-pack of Bud Light tall
boys in the fridge. The more I am with Tosha, the more I trust her. She is A-1 as
far as being down with what I ask her to do, and I know already that I can count on
her to ride or die!
PartI:TheGentleman'sClub
Chapter4
Tosha — It's just another night at work. We still have a couple of
days until the party. The girls are required to act as cocktails waitresses when we
are out rotation on the stage. The owner guarantees us at least $60 per night by
paying us $10 a song for a three-song set, of which we are scheduled two per night
on any one of five different stages. He has given each girl a ticket to the party to
sell of give to a guest. I guess you know Jaime is going to get mine. And when we
leave we'll be strapped. Since there's no way to get every dime, we have decided to
wait until all the tickets are sold and Nicld takes the stage to perform. The five
senior girls here will get all the stage and pole lime while she performs When all
of most of the tickets are sold, I will wait for the assistant manager to come get the
money and head to the office to count it. Our bags hardly ever get searched and as
busy as we are gonna be that night, I don't anticipate it happening then either. I'll
pack the .38, an extra clip and the large gym bag for the money, along with gloves,
glasses and a wig. I was hired here with a birth certificate that belonged to my
dead cousin named Samantha. I've been wearing a blonde wig and light contacts,
so my natural bob cut hair and brown eyes will make it damned hard to identify a
17-year-old named Tosha.
As I walk around the club helping clean up, decorate and get things
set up for the night, I wonder where we will end up next, and how much money
we'll make on this lick. I am starting to really fall hard for Jaime. The nigga is
smooth as they come. He never seems to panic and although he gives me
instruction, direction and sometimes orders, I listen to him and respect him because
he doesn't hit of beat on me. For my part, I try not to give him a reason. I know I
got a slick mouth at times, but no woman should catch a beat down from a man for
just talkin. But I got it good and I know it so I play my position and I am his lady.
I cook and clean for him, I wash his clothes and sex him crazy. I can't lie though,
the nigga got a pimp stick between his legs. When he beats me with it, it's as
though the earth is quaking! I thought my head game — in, fact, fuck that shit — I
know my shit is top notch, but I swear the other night that nigga ate my pussy for
the first, I thought I was gonna go cross-eyed I came so hard. I asked him, "Jaime,
why you ain't been doin' that to me?" He said, "because I'm workin' with a monsta.
I don't give head until I've been with a girl and I know I can trust her." "Oh, what
now that you know you can trust me, I can get more of this 9" "Tosha, "which is his
nickname for me, "if you continue to play your position, baby, you can get it
whenever you want it!"
I smiled at all this now and thought about how truly blessed I am to
have a man who loves and cares about me like Jaime. So why is it I still haven't
told him that I grabbed fat ass bugs little .38 semi-automatic and I keep it on me at
all times? I don't know if it's because I don't trust him. Or the situation we are
fixing to be in. I do know that I won't ever cross him! But I'll be damn if I will
allow him or anybody to cross me or beat me ever again!
PART I: The Gentleman's Club
Chapter 5
Jaime — Only a couple of days to go and I am still plotting and planning all of my
moves out. I've been real one — dimensional up to now, only going inside and
moving around the busy gentleman's club. Always in a different disguise, a non —
descriptive generic look. I've got a skin — toned rubber bald piece that I use a light
glue stick to my head. I have a long, curly Afro that's a '70s throwback. The Dallas
police are still lookin' for the Bumba-clad Rasta that robbed the Pakistanis a few
weeks back and is still at large.
Right now though, after having dropped of Tosha I rode along the
front of the small plaza that also has a dance studio, pawn shop and sports bar all
connected together on the long storefront. Just out of curiosity, I drive the car
down the long alley that separates this plaza from the Cineplex next door. This
leads me to where the Dumpsters line all the businesses in the rear. Once I make it
back here and start driving slowly down the long, wide thoroughfare passing the
rear door services entrances, I stop behind Fantasia and just sit and look around.
This is where the owner would bring out the thick bank bags, he drives the Lincoln
Navigator. I can't jugg him though. He always has two trail cars, one in front, one
behind, while he goes to the bank. Without any other options or ideas, I get out of
the car and walk for a short ways along the alley. Just as I turn around to walk back
to the car and walk for a short ways along the alley. Just as I turn around to walk
back to the car still thinking about how I can get outta here with this money
without having to shoot anybody, I see it. It is a service ladder mounted on the
exterior wall. The last rung is about 8 feet off the ground and it's got this hatch
with a padlock attached to prevent anyone pulling it down. Now I want to get on
the roof. I can't do it on the ladder so I push one of the lightweight Dumpsters to
the corner of the plaza, stand on it and, at 6-feet-2inches, my lanky frame has
always been blessed with hops. Standing atop the trash Dumpster, it's a short leap
to the roof. I grabbed it and used my upper body strength to pull myself up. The
pull-ups, dips and push-ups I've been doing since my nine-months stay in state
prison came into play now and help me navigate this path.
Now that I'm on the roof, this view up here is much different.
I walk along slowly now on the of all the businesses 12 feet off the ground. Now
as I approach the roof that houses Fantasia, I see it for the first time. It's a twopaned
skylight with an electric motor attached. The buildings are all new construction, so
I have to assume that the motor works and this thing opens up. As I stand there
looking down into the darkened office, the door opens, the lights come on and then
the owner and one of the girls come in, and he shuts and locks the door behind
them. Now I watch in fascination as they sit behind the desk, her on his lap, and he
pulls from the bottom drawer a whole plastic-wrapped brick of cocaine, a triplebeam scale, and a bunch of small baggies. He breaks off two large lumps with a
Bowie knife and she chops them up into powder and starts loading the small bags
up. After working for 10 minutes or so, they have a nice pile of $20 bags ready for
distribution.
They chop the remainder of the coke and he snorts a big line,
then sits her on his now rock-hard piece. As she sits down on him, she rocks back
and forth on his dick, then bends forward to snort the rest of the coke. I watch as
the white girl freaks his ass real good, pumpin' and humpin' him until he blasts off
in her while he's gripping them silicone tithes. She gathers the bags and leaves
while he cleans up the desk, puts the coke back and unloads money out his pockets
to a plastic bag in the freezer.
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Chapter 6
Tosha- 'I'm goin' In. I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in! A Tina go hard, I'ma go hard, I'ma
go hard!" sand Jeezy and my favorite rapper, Lil Wayne, as I shook my ass and
worked that pole. It was the final song of my set and I was tryin to get it in, The
rehearsal I did before we opened pays off and now as these niggas sitting in front of
me are throwin' 10 and 20 dollars bills on stage. And for the first time for me, one
of the Dallas Mavericks sittin' up top in VIP made it rain on me as $500 worth of
$1 bills cascaded down from above towards the end of the song.
After I gathered the money, took off the glass-bottom heels and put
on a tank tip to cover my high and firm 34 C Cup breasts, the manager and owner,
a half — black, half Columbian named Horatio, motions me to his guarded corner
table that he and a couple of big-money high-rollers are sitting at. He is a
respectful dude as far as I can tell. He ain't tried to handle their business. I just
ain't with it. Right now he talks in my war as I bend over next to him in waitress
mode again. "Samantha, these two guys are personal friends of mine. They both
love how you dance and they want to pay you $100 a piece for a private lap dance
in my office. They are also willing to pay you $500 a piece for your personal time
if you want to be with them. It's totally up to you. Why don't you get three fresh
rum and Cokes while you think about it".
Damn, these folks was willing to pay me $1000 for pussy! I was
gonna have a hard enough time explainin' the $850 I got a receipt for right now to
Jaime. $250 to $450 is a typical night for me. Since I been here a old white man
who's a CEO for an oil company gave me $700 for two lap dances while I wore his
cowboy hat, and Jaime swore I fucked him. That was the night of our first
argument, and the two whole days we didn't talk before we made up killed me.
When he's in here he doesn't come near me, nor do I him. We've got a plan, and I
intend to stick to it. He's just now startin' to trust me and I ain't gon fuck it up by
layin' on my back and fucicin' them dudes for money cause I know he didn't want
me to.
I made up my mind that, no, my time ain't for sale. But I can give a
hell of a two-song lap dance for $100 apiece. This also will serve another purpose
for me. I get to have a good look at the inside of that office. I've never in almost
two months working here actually been inside of it, so this was my chance to give
Jaime some valuable information. After I got their drinks and delivered them, I
bent over with my ass jutting seductively out from under the oversized tank top and
told Horatio that I would dance for them and all club rules apply. They aren't
allowed to touch me. Hell no, I wasn't gonna sell my body. He told me, "that's fine,
meet them in my office in 5." I hurried to the dressing room and got into the only
fresh costume I had left, the plaid school girl shirt, white button-up oxford, bobby
socks, and black clog heels. I put the blonde wig in pigtails and to complete the
effect I had bought a whole bag of Tootsie Roll lollipops that I use to suck on, lick
on and tilt my head back while I push sticks in my mouth like I'm deep-throating a
dick. I used my burned CD of Ester and Chris Brown's "Drop It Low for Me" for
the booty shaker. Then I played Juvenile's "Slow Motion" as I stripped down and
danced in their laps, sticking my tits in their faces, even caressing the bulges in
their pants. They were gentlemen and played by the rules and didn't try to pressure
me into sex.
The whole time I was there, I got a good look around. Horatio was
really who helped me out when he came back in complaining about the cigar
smoke. He hit a light switch and I heard a motorized humming sound as the
windows over his desk opened up and the stale smoke exited into the warm Texas
night. This whole time I thought that was just a window. I noted that it was the
third switch by the door of the office. Horatio appealed to me once again, saying,
"Samantha, are you sure you won't reconsider this offer ? These men say, 'You
have the body of a black goddess. It is ripe and tight. We suspect that all your
body parts are just as fight.' I will up the ante to $700 a piece." by now. I had put
my clothes back on and said, "Horatio, thanks for the compliments but I can't do
that. "I'm so glad I held out because he got cocky, snatched open the freezer door
and there in a clear plastic bag was stack after stack of $100, $50 and $20 bills
just name your price then, and let's have us a private party."
I tried to keep my eyes from betraying the total excitement I felt.
Right now. There wasn't but one dick I wanted inside of me. It belonged to Jaime
Marseilles Ford. I politely declined once again, took my $200 and left the office to
go back to work. I couldn't wait until 4 o'clock, which was when we were done
with our shift. Officially we stop serving alcohol at 1:00, close at 2:00, but the
girls have to stay to entertain the high rollers who still want to party until 4 a.m. I
thought to myself, let that freezer full of money be there in three days and me and
my man would be havin' us one hell of a private party. Damn, I couldn't help it. I
went inside the stall in the bathroom and felt inside myself. My pussy was slick
with foreplay juice and my clit was throbbing. Two hours to go until Jaime would
have to fuck me silly to get me to go to sleep. The $1,050 cash and the story I had
to tell would make sure of that!
Chapter 7
Jaime — The Camry was over 10 years old, so the 5 percent tint on the windows
doesn't draw any unwanted attention from the cops if I leave both windows cracked
so they can see inside. However, right now as Tosha approaches the car she's being
watched by the big doorman until she's safely inside. He can't see inside the car.
They know she's got a man but they've never saw us together. They don't have a
clue that I've been inside, drank and had a lap dance by the thick Spanish bitch,
which ran Tosha's ass hot. But I told her, "I have to look like any other customer!"
She said, "Next time you get a lap dance, it better be from me or it's gon be some
drama!" I respect her, so I ain't had no more. I can't wait to tell her I found a way
in. when she gets in the car, she's excited and smiling. She gives me $500 in crisp
$100 bills, tells me, "Come on, Daddy, take me to breakfast." On the way to
Denny's — she's got the number on speed dial — she calls ahead and orders our
Grand Slams to go. She's extremely horny and in a hurry to get home. I'm feeling
the same way and she accommodates me by pulling my piece and giving head as
we ride. She bets me $100 she'll be gulping down my load before we make it to
Denny's, which is a couple blocks from our house. I'm on the highway, riding the
four exits south to get home and she ain't playin. She's hummin and gulpin' my
long, thick rod down her throat, sucking my balls as she jacks me off. By the next
time she puts me in her mouth and goes down on me, we are pulling in Denny's
and my dick is throbbing as I explode in her mouth. She gulps it down and doesn't
lose a drop. She takes out a $500 knot from her bra and says, "Pay me, nigga"
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smiling seductively. I give her a $100 bill. She keeps it and gives me the other
$500. "Damn, girl, what the hell?" "Pll tell ya on the way home," she says,
hopping out to go pay for our food. The chick at the counter is happy to see her,
and for good reason. Tosha loves her service industry propel and lips generously.
Our food cost $12. She pays for it then busts a $20 bill and comes through like
Christmas time. She gives our normal waitress $10, the cook $10 and the busboy
and dishwasher $8. she comes back with our food and says, "home, James,"
laughing and joking.
At home in bed with our food on breakfast trays, we tell each other about our
nights and what we found out. Turns out, our information is identical and on point.
From there, a plan is formulated and put together. Then with the trays moved over,
I roll over on top of her and I start by kissing her and sucking on her nipples. I
made my way south and spread her lips as I tongue her swollen clit, then suck on it
gently while I finger her tight pussy. She moans out my name, gripping my head
and humping my mouth at the same time. Her orgasm washes through her and her
body is shaking like jello. She pulling me inside of her and urging me to go deeper.
She likes for it to be bear up but sometimes she wants me to go slow and deep
inside of her as I'm doing now. She humps back and her juicy ass cradles my balls
with her legs in the air like this. Her body moves like a snake charmer under me as
we both explode on each other, our love nectar mingles together within the
confines of her tight vagina as she serves me the pussy like a champ. We went to
sleep with vision of dollar signs dancing in our heads.
Much later in the morning as I lay there with ESPN on mute, it is opening week for
the NFL and we plan to blow up the after-party of the Cowboys game with Nicki
Minaj performing. One thing I can say, there's never a dull moment with Tosha
Campbell around. I watched her snore lightly, cuddled in the crook of my arm. At
20 and 17 years old, we are getting ready to be paid.
Chapter 8
Tosha — I ain't no pill head, but the half of handlebar both calms and relaxes me.
All the dancers have on tight, blue Cowboys half-shirt, white booty shorts and
boots. The game is over, the crowd outside is getting thick, and limos with both
celebrities and Dallas Cowboys, as well as some of the Mavericks, are arriving
back to back.. $500 gets you in, you had stamped, and a bottle of Moet to toast the
guest of honor along with all the mixed drinks your body will hold. Most will just
chill and have fun, some will try their damndest to drink $500 worth of liquor.
After turning down Horatio and his friends two days ago, he can't seem to be
around me enough. This works to my advantage now. Since he believes that I am
trustworthy, I now have the four-digit code to the electronic keypad that opens the
office door. My job is to pass out the bottles of cheap champagne to the guests and
greet them at the door. I have already made it to the dressing room and got the
pistol stun gun and gym bag out of my lockers and smuggled them into the office,
they are stuck down between the couch and the wall. The big bouncer guarding the
door will chase away anyone but me and Horatio. Our plan is to wait until the door
money is in the office, while Nicki has everyone's attention I will open the skylight
in the office, go to the dressing room and text Jaime that it's all good. Then I'll stay
out of his way and cover his exit.
I know he's somewhere in the crowd. I gave him a bottle already when he used his
ticket. His ass is probably somewhere watchin' that Hispanic hoochie shake her fat
ass. I barley recognized him in the bald head rubber piece, and the suit from Men's
Warehouse fits him good. When the concert starts, he'll get in the place on that
roof and wait for my text. As I walk back and forth through the crowd, my ass is
being rubbed and fondled more than I'm happy with, but I don't want the attention
so I just take it. Horatio is mingling and he hugs me close to him as he introduces
me to Demarcus Ware, Dez Bryant and Feliz Jones. When he hugs me, I feel the
bulge of the Glock .40 that is in the shoulder holster under his left ann. He say's
"This my little chocolate blonde bombshell, Samantha. She's got morals is
probably gon be my next assistant manager. Sam, will you please take these three
to table two in front of the main stage ? All right, guys, I'm gon put up this door
money, get your goodies, then I'll come toast your birthday and introduce Nicki,
who by the way, is lookin' damn good.
They all gave dap laughing and joking, then Demarcus took my arm and said,
"Come on, Sam, take Daddy to his seat." I smiled but barely listened to them. I
needed to get to the dressing room to my phone and text my baby this shit is about
to go down. I also thought a lot about the big semi-automatic I felt under Horatio's
ann. I wondered how many of his boys were strapped and if we would have to
shoot our way up outta here. I say" we" because tucked away in the side
compartment of my small travel bag in my locker is the little .38 caliber James
Bond gun that I took off of Bug the day Jaime shot him with the Mosseburg. I
have never actually shot anyone, but hey, if it's a choice between them or me and
Jaime commn outta here, then it is what it is. After seating the players, I excused
myself and made a beeline to the dressing room. I texted Jaime three simple words:
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It's going down? The question mark was to get him in place on the roof as I pulled
off the wig, put on the black Dickie sweats, both top and bottom, dark glasses and
hoodie. I pulled up and tie a black 'do rag across my face. My phone rang in the
return text: It's going down!
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Chapter 9
Jaime — I dropped her off, went home and took all our toiletries, unplugged the 30inch flat screen and packed them in the car. Then I sanitized that place. Cleaning,
wiping and scrubbing every surface for prints and hairs. I vacuumed the queensized mattress and cleaned it as best I could. My study of DNA analysis let me
know all the ways we could be caught. Hopefully, it will never come to the cops
coming here looking for evidence. After all, she went by Samantha Jenkins, as 23
year old dead girl, and they never saw us together. Any way. Fuck it! I changed
into my dark suit. Once my bald rubber scalp was in place, I got in the car and
headed for the last time to Club Fantasia. I parked the car backed in and as close to
the exit as I could get it. I took my ticket and stood in line. I watched as all the
dudes and girls alike handed thick wads of cash to the cashier, as the big doorman
stood next to her. They all wanted to get inside, rub elbows and party with the stars
and celebrities. A rotating spotlight danced in the night sky overhead and the celeb
news shows Inside Edition and Access Hollywood covered the event, as well as all
the major newspapers, along with magazines XXL and Hip Hop Weekly.
Inside the rapidly populating nightclub, the girls were dancing, the music was loud,
and a replay of Cowboys game played on the video. I put my bag on the roof when
I dropped Tosha here three hours ago. Nothing to do but wait on her text message.
I haven't drank anything but two beers as I watched her moving back and forth.
Damn, she looks good in the Cowboy cheerleader shit. I hope she keeps it when
she packs her stuff. She thinks I'm partying, but I'm watching for that owner to get
that money. He picked it up in three fat back bags right before he hugged Tosha
and had her take them dudes to a special table up front. I figure that it's getting
close to game time so I make my way outside. I walk slowly away from the party
and sown the alley to the rear of the plaza. I used the Dumpster to get on the roof
and there lay my bag. I put the black Dickie sweats on, tied the thick rope around
and air conditioner and sat by the skylight to wait on her text.
I got it no sooner than I sat down, and I sent her one right back. I watched in the
skylight as the owner came in and put the bags in the freezer, went to the bottom
drawer and took out the coke. He did a line, weighed a big rock of it, and put it in
a plastic sandwich bag, after stashing the bag, he did a shot of tequila, then left the
office. Tosha came in a few minutes later, hit the switch that opened the skylight,
and I talked to her through the opening. She said, "There is one down right outside
the door. I stun-gunned his ass".
"Alright, get out of there and start walking to the exit as soon as Nicld starts
performing," I told her. "Keep your eyes open!"
"Alright, baby, be careful. Horatio's got a gun on him," she said, and then she left
through the office door. I dropped the rope down and the grabbed it and rappelled
into the office. I retrieved the bag with my 380 and extra clip. I took the safety off
and stuck it in my pocket while I unloaded the freezer. There must have been close
to $65,000 in those bags and stacked in the freezer bag. Last but not least, I got the
brick and a half of premium-grade Columbian cocaine and zipped the bag closed.
Then, all hell broke loose when I heard a shot ring out over Nicld's track as she
sang onstage.
Chapter 10
Tosha — I thought the five-second burst of 50,000 watts I hit the big bouncer with
would disable him long enough to get away. Damn, was I wrong, I came out of
the office, stepped over him and went to the hallway entrance to wait on Jaime. As
Horatio toasted the Cowboys and the birthday boy, the crowd cheered and drank
with him. Then he introduced Nicici Minaj and they went crazy as she sang "Your
Love" to Demarcus and his table. I heard him right before I felt him tackle me.
The big bouncer had came to and, although he was still weak, he was handling my
petite ass right there in the hallway. He had me in a bear hug, my arms pent next to
me, and was walking me, feet off the ground, into the club towards Horatio.
The .38 walther was in my pocket, then I felt the weight of it in my hand. I aimed
it at his chest through the pocket of the hoodie and pulled the trigger. He turned
loose of me as the lead opened his chest center mast and he began to leak blood. I
hit the ground, and two bitches started screaming when the saw him fall down.
I pulled the .38 out and started heading for the exit. Now the club is in chaos as
people are fucking under tables, running for the exits, and screaming. I look up as I
head for the exit just in time to see Horatio, .40 in hand, aiming at me. He doesn't
have a clean shot, so he hold his fire. I aim at him, not caring if the shot is clean. I
have to cover for Jaime. I'm up the 10 steps and in the large foyer by the exit,
waiting. I bust two shots at Horatio as Jaime comes runnin' out of the office, .380 in
hand, bag slung on his shoulder. He's running towards me now as the bartender
aims and fires the shotgun. The .00 buckshot tears a hole in the wall next to Jaime,
shattering one of many mirrors that dawn the club Jaime turns and hits him with a
double tap before he can rack another shell. He falls face first over the bar, dead.
Jaime keeps running with the crowd up the stairs and now side-by-side we run out
of the club and towards the car. I follow behind, watching our back as SUV's.
Limos and luxury cars everywhere are cranking up, everybody trying to move
around.
Horatio comes running out the door of the club just as we get into the Canuy, the
crowd points in our direction. He takes off running towards us, mad he got jacked,
pumping lead as he goes, Jaime told me to get in. he laid over the top of the car,
took aim and doubled tapped Horatio. One shot hit him in the chest, one in the arm
as he pitched forward on the pavement and died in the parking lot. Jaime and I
became two of Texas' most wanted that night Thing is, the only description they
had was two people dressed in all black waring hoodies, considered for all practical
purposes, to be armed and dangerous.
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Part II: The Armored Car
Chapter 11
Ike - "Alright bitch, you know what time it is. Let's get that money in this•
backpack right now!" The big .45 in my hand lets them know I ain't bullshittin'. I
don't warm slump nobody in this bitch but I will if! have to. It's Saturday
morning and all the shipyard checks are drawn on this bank. The armored car that
came and dropped here about one hour ago, just before the grocery store opened,
let me know the small bank is strapped. "Hurry up, little mama, don't make me
blast this mufuca off in hell!" She is crying now and very scared. She says, "I am,
sir, please, you're making me nervous."
I have saw them load the big stainless steel box and I know it's the jackpot. She
finally gets it open. By now the cops have figured out that the armed kidnapping
call that I made to 911 is a hoax, and they are coming here. After all, we are inside
a grocery store. It's 7 a.m. Saturday morning and I'm in here on a mission. "Now
we're talkin," I tell her as she loads the bag with stacks of $20 bills. "That's it, baby,
keep goin. No die packs, jus money. "My watch tells me I been in her 50 seconds.
It's time to go. "Alright now, give it to me" I say through the Obama Halloween
mask. She hands me the backpack, I zip it and jog to the exit and out of the store.
Everyone gives me a wide berth. I jog out into the warm Shreveport morning and
two events change my life forever. The first is this scary ass nigga that just drove
off and left me in the car that I stole to do this job. My own shit is parked at a
motel four miles from here. I sprint after that nigga but what the hell..., he's in a
gas-powered V-8. I'm on foot. All I know is I'm a two-time loser and I ain't goin'.
Fm a good ways down the sidewalk and they will no doubt swarm me in just a
minute, since Fm on foot with a backpack full of money. The second thing that
happened was this nigga and his girl came racin' up in a black Toyota Camry and
tell me to, "Get in!"
Yeap, my name is Ike Deveraux. I am a Louisiana coon as born and bred. I am a
mixed-breed born from a daddy black as coal and a mulatto, blue-eyed woman.
I've always been a ladies man. I'm 22 and I first found out I could hustle women
with my charm and looks when I was an eighth-grader and got my virginity took by
my seventh-period science teacher. Once she taught me how to fuck and really
please a woman, it was over. Needless to say, this has been my occupation since I
dropped out at 16, charming and living off of women. That is, until one of 'em
introduced me to the new habit that's got me out here on this mission See, don't
nobody know it, but I shoot cocaine. And it turns me into a madman. To get away
from this law with this nigga was a no-brainer, but tell me why he ridin' around
with all this cocaine? I smelled as soon as I sat down in the car.
Chapter 12
Jaime- I guess the bone-headed stunt I pulled could be blamed on stress, combat
fatigue, PTSD. What the fuck ever. All I know is, I hit 1-20 east leaving Dallas in
a hurry and didn't stop the car until I hit Shreveport. Baby was worn smooth out.
Damn, I'm proud to call her my girl — although at first I was mad that she even got
involved. I thought she was just gon have on some jeans and a tank top. Without
the wig and contacts, her appearance would have been altered. But here this bitch
looked up at me through the open skylight dressed out in black jus like I was. To
top all that off, she was strapped with that little Walther, James Bond gun, and
made that big nigga lean back. We rode in silence for about 10 minutes before I
asked, "Where the fuck you get that gun and why didn't I know about it?" She
didn't look at me at first, just stared out the window and gathered her thoughts, the
said, "You want the truth?"
"Yeah, that would be nice for a change."
"Don't you dare even go there with me, Jaime. I've kept it 1000 with you and you
know it."
"Right now, let's call it 985 because if it was 1000, I would know you been runnin'
around strapped on some El Kim shit!"
The sirens and lights of highway patrol car caused us both to be quiet and become
tense. We had taken off the sweats and threw them out the window along the
highway, but we both still had guns on us and the .38 in the trunk, oh yeah, and a
bag full of money, along with a brick and a half of cocaine, which I had no idea
stank like that. The patrol car raced by us and kept going up the highway. Again it
was quiet in the car. Like an expectant parent, I said, "well?"
"Well what, nigga? Well what? What you wanna hear, J? I picked up the gun off the
ground when you downed Bug. I had it to protect myself."
"Protect yo self from who, Tosh? From me? You was gon shoot me with that shit,
you waitin' until the money is right so you can plot on me? Is that it?"
"J, it ain't like that and you know it. You also know how I been beat the fuck up
and forced to do shit I didn't wanna! Yeah, I wanted protection from you and any
other nigga who comes at me sideways. You ain't ever don't that, you've always
treated me with respect. Even when we do argue, you ain't never even called me a
bitch, a ho or none of that disrespectful shit. That's why I've had you back on any
move you made. Nigga, if money was on my mind and I was trif like that, I coulda
downed you in the parking lot, or in ya sleep, or with a meal that I cook for ya. So
don't make it seem as though I ain't earned my striped in this camp "cause I have."
She was crying now. The woman who helped me shoot it out with some real
gangstas, and even bodied one herself, turned away from me, rolled herself in the
fetal position and cried into the seat cushion. I guess the tension of the situation,
Icahn' people and plottin' jack moves, finally caught up to both of us. I figured a
peaceful remainder to the three-hour drive is what we needed. We also needed
food and a shower, a good night's sleep couldn't hurt wither. My plan was to roll
into Shreveport, go get a few things to eat and cigarettes at Kroger's and then
checked into a hotel to rest, then head on into New Orleans the following day. The
whole plan got thrown sideways when I pulled off the highway an shook her awake
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as I stopped. "Tosh, baby, wake up. Go in the store and get some Lucky Charms,
mile and cigarettes, then we're gon check in and rest and relax. I'm gon do my best
to make up for actin' like a asshole to ya earlier.
"Humph, good luck with that one nigga," she said, smiling the whole time.
"I don't need no luck. All I need is you and that Cowboys cheerleader shit you had
on. Please tell me you got that?"
She was laughing that cure laugh of hers and said, "I got it, Boo-Boo. I got it." She
buttoned her Apple Bottom jeans, pulled on my fitted cap and took a fifty out of the
bag of money behind my seat and got out.
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Chapter 13
Tosha- Damn, I am crazy about that nigga, I thought to myself as I got out of the
car. I know the size 6 stretch-material Apple Bottom jeans on my size 8 ass got
that nigga whistling and cat-callin', playin' with me. He ran me hot in the car and
I'm sure he gon tell me again later on about keepin' shit from him But for right
now, we're good. I hate it when he's mad with me, cause he tunes me out and won't
talk to me. That to me is worse that beatin' my ass. I crave his attention and
affection and I feel lost and lonely without it. So when he told me to go buy him
some Lucky Charms, is both our favorite cereal, I know we a'ight. We've ate a
whole box in one morning several times. I was gon get some other shit I needed to.
I went to grab a hand basket just as this tall latte-colored brotha shot by me, head
down, seemingly in a hurry. I only caught a glimpse of him, but I've always been
attracted to tall men so his height caught my attention, I went on in the grocery
store and handled my business though. I got his cereal, some snacks we both love
— Pop Tarts, Chex Mix, chips — and I got some Jacks Links beef jerky, and a soda. I
had no idea that all hell was bustin' loose in the front of the store.
I took my purchases to the service desk so I could buy his Newport shorts in a box.
The lady rang up my purchase but wanted to see a ID for the cigarettes. "Damn," I
cursed myself for not getting' it out of my purse. I left everything there and ran out
to the car. I still didn't look up at the other end of the store and see the small bank
getting robbed. I ran back to the car tight past a big Lincoln Town Car sittin' right
in the fire lane at the front door. When I got back to the car, I was sayin, "Baby, I
forgot my ID car." He told me, "Don't worry bout it. Get in." I took one look at
the intense look on his face and didn't question him, His body language told me he
was on high alert. I sat down and said, "What is it?"
"That nigga that walked past you is robbin' that bank inside the store. I recognize
the setup. The nigga in that Town Car is his driver, but he's lookin' scary."
Now I see that nigga behind the wheel, and he's lookin' like he's ready to shit in his
clothes. Me and Jaime watched it play out. He sat there for another 45 seconds,
then put the car in gear and was driving off when the tall nigga came out of the
store running. The scary ass drier stomped the gas and drove outta the lot. Jaime
said, "Baby, hop in back." I did as he told me and crawled between the seats to the
back of the car as he put the car in gear and rolled slowly out of the parking space
towards the direction the &boy was joggin in. Three police cruisers shot into the
lot and five cops jumped out, guns drawn, and ran into the store. As soon as they
were inside, J hit the gas, drove up on him and said, "Jump in." He didn't hesitate.
He got in and we sped out of the lot, now accessories to armed robbery. "Aw, hell!
This trip jus gets more and more interesting, don't it?" I wasn't really mad at Jaime
because he did for this fool the same thing I did for him, made a way when he
thought all hope was lost. It only reassures how I've felt all along. We are so much
alike that it's scary, and yes, I do believe we were drawn together by fate.
As soon as dude sits down, he starts thanking us and asking what does he owe us?
"Bro, you don't owe me shit. Jus tell me where you wanna be dropped off at." He
gave us directions to the Motel 6 where his car was at. We took him there, and
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when he got out he unzipped the bag he had. I tensed when I saw the big .45. The
Walther was in the seat pouch and I grabbed it. But he took out a fresh stack of $20
bills, dropped them on the seat, then left in his car.
Part H: The Armored Car
Chapter 14
Ike — I was madder than a mutha fucka. I went ridin' through the hood two or three
times, looldn' for that scary ass nigga. I was gonna give his punk ass something to
be scared about. I had changed my clothes and threw out the mask and backpack.
I sat in my old bedroom at Granny's house and counted 22 $1,000 stacks of $20
bills. I left the bands on them. I've heard about the GPS tracking devices these
bands have in them that activate when you break them. I guess that was part of my
reasoning for droppin' that stack on orboy. If he broke that band, his ass sittin' in
the parish jail right now, charged with my robbery. Ain't never met a nigga who did
shit just because. So, I figure this nigga gotta have a angle. I already bought an 8ball of some boo-boo powder that melts down to nothing and don't have no kick to
it. Shit makes me mad and puts me on my plottin' shit. Now I'm thinkin' bout the
smell of that A-1 that nigga and fine lil ho had in that car. Had the whole little
bucket suntan' like mildewed clothes I think
n take a ride and see if I can find
his ass. Fm willin' to bet he got a room right at Motel 6. what's up with that lil fine
ho he's with anyway? Damn, that ass was sittin; high in the jeans. Oh shit, why
that bitch got my shit rock hard like that? Bitch must got me on her mind. My
latte-colored skin, curly black hair and wiry, muscular build has been trappin'
bitches for years. I don't see no slow down no time soon either. I really want some
of that coke he's got. I'm gonna ask him bout it one time. He show me any sign
that he's green, I'ma take that stash and ride off with his ho. I'll leave that nigga
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tied up in that room and bust four or five of these money bands and let the laws
track his ass. Let me ride and see if I can find this fool. I left Granny $500 cash
and I guess, you know, she ain't seen me. I got in my old-school Delta '88 and rode
up outta there.
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Part II: the Armored Car
Chapter 15
Jaime — Make up sex is always the best, and we just finished round 3. Damn, this
girl makes me bring it every time. Ain't no half steppin' with Tosh. A nigga gotta
set her ass straight. Our only habit is weed but it's gotta be popcorn. She's got a
little Crown Royal bag she keeps our stash in. She was buying it 1/2 ounce at a time
for $200 from a white girl at Fantasia. Lucky for us, she bought some a night
before this shit went down. After we packed the bowl of her pipe four times and
got good and high, we are eatin' the Lucky Charms and all the other munchies I
paid way too much for at a convenience store close to the hotel. Finally, I break
out the big duffle bag and dump out its contents. There was just shy of 400 people
who paid $500 for the chance to party with Demarcus Ware and Nicki Minaj on his
birthday. $18,750 came out of the three bags. Another $30,000 was stacked in
that freezer. This coupled with $14,000 from the Bud Light cans and the stack ol'
boy dropped on the seat
(I
got on the highway, pulled the band off it and dropped it
out the window), we now had $64,850 including the almost $1,100 we had in our
pockets. I took $850
,
divided it with Tosha and put the rest back. I took
everything out of her makeup travel bag, slit the lining and slid four $16,000 stacks
in between the lining and the lightweight aluminum the case was made out of. I
then took the high dollar ass needle and thread and sewed the lining back. How I
positioned the stacks of money in the case was damned good. Unless you knew it
was there, your chances of finding it were slim.
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Now we only had the funky ass packages of cocaine to deal with. One was still
intact, shrink-wrapped in a heavy plastic and taped up with green packing tape.
The open one that was wrapped loosely was where the smell came from the strong
mildewed smell dominated the room. Tosh said, "O000hh, baby, close that shit up.
There must be at least half a brick left there".
"I know, Tosh, but I don't want to travel with this shit open and smelling like this.
I'm thinlcin' about just flushin' it down the toilet."
"Well, Boo, you know I'ma ride with whatever you wanna do, but I been around
this shit for a minute and I know that Bug and them was putting $4,000 a piece
amongst seven of them to buy a brick, and I think it stinks because it's high quality.
After all, it's got that red stamp there on both packages. Its 'La Lagosta Familia.'
Baby, what's that mean? "It means The Lobster Family."
"Baby, I think that's a Columbian crime family's dope. Well, I don't know about
throwin' it out after all, that's at least $14,000, maybe more. I do know I'm high
and ready to fuck again. I think I'll take a bath, then try on my Cowboys
cheerleader outfit again and see if you can get up on this." She smacked her naked
ass cheek on the way to the bathroom.
"Oh, mama, I don't believe it will be a problem." Out of habit, I always lock a
hotel room door, then barricade the door with a high-backed chair, and this time is
no exceptions. As I wrap the cocaine up and stuff it back in the bag, a fool tried to
turn the door handle. Tosh was already in the bathroom and I grabbed the loaded
.380 and looked out the peephole. I saw the fool I gave ride to earlier, and the
bulge of the big .45 under his shirt was obvious. I crept back and told Tosha to put
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her pants on but leave the shower running. I don't know what he wanted or how he
even got our room number. We were on the opposite side and on the second floor.
Oh well, he found us, then so be it.
Tosha was out of the bathroom now. The light of the TV was all there was after I
killed the lamp. She positioned herself in the corner, loaded .38 gripped in both
hands. I moved the chair, raised the .380 and snatched open the door, gun in his
face. "Come on in, nigga, the water's fine."
Chapter 16
Tosh - "Whoa,whoa,whoa!" the nigga cried as he stepped into the semi- dark room, hands held
high.
"Now, nigga, you out here creepin' round a nigga's room door, you tryin' to get yo issue."
"It ain't nothin' like that at all, my nigga."
Jaime told me, "Baby, turn that light on." I turned the lamp on over the bed, the big bore .38
loolcin' that nigga in his eyes. Jamie said, "Nigga, don't move a muscle. T, if he does, put somethin' hot in that ass." He reached in and retrieved the big .45 semi from the nigga's waist. "Sit
down, Cajun," ordered Jaime. He sat down in the chair. "Now that's better. Suppose you tell me
what tha fuck you want creepin' round here? If you jackin' sumthin, you got it fucked up! See
nigga, you got that pussy! Know how I know ? You came out that store while a nigga, your nigga, was ridin' off leavin' yo ass and you didn't dump at him. Is this shit even loaded ?"
Jaime hit the release lever for the clip and it fell to the floor. He slid back the slide and ejected
the chambered round. ".45 Smith, military issue, and it's loaded to the teeth yet you didn't bust it
one time at him. T, what would you have done)," Jaime asked me.
"I woulda lit his ass up."
"Damn straight you woulda." Jaime agreed. "So, go ahead, young nigga. Tell me what you want,
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and pray I like your answer."
"Listen, black, I been in the game a minute. When I got in y'alls car, I knew y'all either got a
basket full of mildewed laundry or y'all got some A-1 coke up in here' cause I still smell it. Y'all
know I got bread, I wanna buy some weight."
Jaime looked at me for a long minute while he contemplated his next move, then he said, "Nigga,
you got $12,000 cash?"
"Yeah, it's in my trunk. I'll go...."
"Aaahhh, don't move, nigga!" we both said at the same time.
"Tosh, unplug that phone and give me the cord." I did what he told me and Jaime fled that nigga
to the chair with the long cord, then said, "Nigga, you got one shot to get this shit right. If you
do, we both get what we want and go our separate ways. If you don't, I'm getting ready to slump
yo ass right here! You believe that?"
"Yeah black, I believe ya," he said in his Cajun accent. Jaime asked. "Where's yo money at?"
"It's in the trunk of my car, left wheel well next to the spare."
"Tosh," Jaime nodded his head. I took the keys he had laid on the table and ran downstairs, the
.38 in my waist, Jaime watching me from the cracked doorway. I opened the trunk and got the
shopping bag out of the wheel well and ran back upstairs with it. Jaime took the bag and counted
12 $1,000 stacks and gave them to me. "Baby, gather our shit and let's make it." We only had
toothbrushes, body wash, the makeup case and the clothes we wore in. I had everything packed
in two minutes while Jaime watched that fool. Then he took out the half brick, put it in the bag
with the remaining money and sat it all on the table. "Alright, Cajun, you got it. Half a brick of
A-1 snowflake and you didn't get jacked for yo chips. See I respect the G code. We livin' the
same lifestyle, you and me, but we ain't cut from the same cloth. Even though I saved you ass
today, ain't nothing you can tell me that won't make me believe you came here to rob a green
nigga, and ran into a thoroughbred! Here's what I'm gon do — leave your coke on the table, leave
you tied up, and leave yo keys inside yo trunk. Don't know how long you got to get down there
and get away before GPS tracks these money bands scattered on yo front seat but it's more that
the chance you was gon give me, now ain't it?" With that, Jaime said, "Let's go, T!"
We went downstairs, Jaime threw the keys in the trunk, broke all 12 money bands at once and
threw them on his seat. In no time we were on the 1-20 riding again. I got fucked good, ate
Lucky Charms, and still no sleep.
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Chapter 17
Ike - "Yeah, bitch, that's it. You eatin' that dick good than a mutha fucka!" I wasn't lyin' to neither. I pulled this fine ass white girl with these big ass fake tithes outta tha bar. A couple of thick
lines of this premium snowflake I got an she doin' her best imitation of a Hoover vacuum on my
shit. She a beast wit it too. I like her to eat my shit up after
I hit myself with a good shot like I
just did. She goin' hard on me, hununin' on my dick, suckin' my balls, then deep throating me
and comin' up off a him real slow while she loolcin' up at me. "Damn, Baby, you gonna make me
blow, you keep that shit up!
Mtnnunnumiumn" is her only response when she takes all 9 thick inches of my rigid tool in her
mouth down to my nutsack then sticks out her tongue and works my nut sack over. Then she
grabs my hands, tangles them in platinum blond hair and starts bobbing her head up and down,
tellin' me to fuck her mouth and cum. I start pumpin' her mouth hard now. As my nuts draw
tight and I start spittin', she backs up off me and puts my sword between them titties and I spray
my load all over her tits, chin and mouth.
Oh yeah, did I mention I'm in D-town now? Turns out black and lil Halle Berry lookin' bitch was
stiff. They sure left my ass boxed in with that phone cord tied on me. After they left me exactly
like I had planned to leave him — except I woulda 222 tips his ass — I stood up in that chair and
slammed that bitch against the wall until I broke free. I grabbed the $8,500 and half a brick of
cocaine and jumped in my Oldsmobile.
I gathered up all 12 of them broke money bands and
threw them shits in the parking lot. I made it outta there just ahead of the law. In fact, they came
to Granny's house right after I left. She told me when I called her back she had been blowin' up
my phone. Turns out, that sorry ass nigga got pulled over in the hot ass Lincoln and he had a sto-
ry to tell. He 222 tips my ass. So I'm guessing that a trip west ain't no bad idea at all. I jumped
straight on 1-20 and got the hell outta Shreveport. I stopped at the rest area long enough to snort
a couple of lines to keep me goin'. But it ain't nothin' like the train whistles that blow when I hit
myself with that needle. Got that old Lynard Skynard song in my head about "the needle and the
spoon, then a trip to the moon!" Anyway, I pulled into D-town and I don't know how I chose the
exit or even wound up in a topless club balled Fantasia. After payin $800 cash for a 30-day stay
in a seedy motel right down the street the club, here I am. Then I met the chick named Wendy
and she game a lap dance in the almost-empty club. Turns out there was a bunch of shootin' in
here a couple of nights ago when they got robbed. I asked if she was up to a private party, Yeah,
I was payin'
"Yeah, I could use a party and the money," she said. "My boss and close friend got killed, and
Fm depressed. Since the robbery and the murder, the tips have been shiny. I'm almost broke." I
wanted to front like I was getting' it in, so I pulled out a $1,000 stack of $20 bills to pay her. I
asked her if she was done or if she wanted to stay the night.
Her reply, "Baby, you got the three things I'm craving most right now. A handful of cash, some
kick-ass coke and a long, stiff cock. I'm locked in!" We laughed together and I thought that once
I put my dick on this bitch I can hook her good, get her to sell that pussy. The shit went sideways (thought I didn't know it then) when she ask, "Can I please get good and blasted again except this time get flicked by that long Cajun cock!" I think we can handle that! I broke out the
whole half a brick, which was the same half a brick she helped the dead Colombian bag up and
sell some of two nights ago. She never told me there was a huge cartel reward out for the sumbitch that robbed and killed a capo in La Langosta Familia. She made $200 that night and a call.
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Chapter 18
Jaime —A real down ass chick has 1,001 hustles, 999 of them are all good. Tosh is a down ass
chick, and every day Fm with her I learn more and more about her. On the almost four-hour ride
to New Orleans, even though we were both exhausted and going three days with very little rest,
we were excited and kept each other awake along the way in various ways. Turns out we both
like crossword puzzles and Scrabble. (We plan to buy a deluxe set once we got down here.)
Right now though, she's reading the clues to the crossword puzzle and with the help of the thesaurus we are knocking out a whole book of them. When that bored me and my eyelids started
getting heavy, she starts flashing me tittie shots, then she entertains both of us and all the 18
wheel trucks by opening the sunroof of the Toyota and giving me head as we ride by them and
they look down in the car. It's all in good fun and we are doin' the speed limit, laughing the
whole way.
Fm playin' it safe, no weed smoking on the highway. That's automatic P.C. We're riding with
four pistols now, since there was no way I was leavin' it or the clip behind with the nigga and my
prints all over it. I planned to sell both the Walther and the .380 in the city, then either trade the
.45 or sell it and buy a Glock .40. Tosha is now a big fan of the .38 and says she's keepin'
$76,000 cash and a while brick of uncut Colombian fish scale cocaine. So I'm gon ride easy into
the Big Easy.
Tosh had laid the seat back to relax about an hour outside of N.O. Then she sat up in a hurry,
turned down the music and said, "J, I got it. I got our next lick all planned out." I said, "Uh-oh,
whatcha gon do, rob Bourbon Street branch of Regions and blast your way out with the loot?"
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"Nigga, I ain't playin' and you said you respect my mind, so stop patronizing me, and here me
out!"
"Alright, Tosh. Although I ain't used to following nobody's game plan but mine, you have earned
the right to be heard. Fm listening."
"See, Jaime, that's your problem, daddy. I ain't tryin' lead or be in charge. Nigga, you the man,
you got the balls. That's your job! I just came up with a couple of ideas to get us closer to our
$250,000 goal and back to H-town."
"Tosh, I said I'm listenin, didn't I?"
"alright, my 18th birthday is three weeks away. In Louisiana! can get a D-license from security
guard then get a job at a armored car place and have the whole inside scoop on when it's loaded
heavy, what the route is, and the best spot to knock it down. In the meantime while I'm in
school, you can run across one these niggas down here, cook that brick up and have him sell it.
If that coke is as good as I think it is, cooked into rock and solid in the street that's at least
$40,000. If you pay a nigga $10,000, he will jump it off for you."
I rode on down the highway in silence, just thinking. After about two miles, she couldn't take it
and said. "Well?"
"Your plan is sound, only a couple of things to change. The first is, I don't want you using your
real name, you've still got Samantha's birth certificate, so well find a good fake ID man and pay
the money to get you a good-lookin' fake. Selling the coke ain't no bad lick neither, but I ain't
gon rush into it. Anyway, I'ma need you to help me find the right nigga for the job."
"Oh yeah? How am! gon do that?"
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"How else? By shaking that money maka." We both got a laugh out of that. "So I guess we need
to get a hotel room for a week, find a cheap one-bedroom and get you in a security guard license
course, huh?"
She said, "Daddy, I got a real good feeling about this city. You know, it's the city of easy money,
that's why it's called the Big Easy." "Baby, ain't a doubt in my mind that it's gon' down!"
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Chapter 19
Tosha - "This how we do it where I'm from, thuggin' in club 'fill see sun shine on my face, got
that thang on my waist." The whole crowd sang along with Mannie Fresh and Baby, it's one of
my 18th birthday presents from Jaime. It's the cash money reunion benefit concert in the New
Orleans Arena. It's a four-hour super show, and the proceeds will go to the Hurricane Katrina
victim's fund. Then I say super show, that's what it's been so far since B.G. And Juvenile already
did their set. Mannie Fresh and Baby are up now, and last but not least, Lil Wayne will headline
the show. The $75 a piece we paid for floor seats 10 rows back from the stage have been well
worth it. The arena is packed, and Jaime and I both in our act. I'm screamin' and hollerin'! He's
rappin' all the lyrics word for word. We are both high on one of the five popcorn cigarillos I
rolled for this concert.
This will be my last night smoking I will finish the eight-week, 200 hour course in six weeks.
Upon completion and without a felony conviction, I will get a gun license and be certified to
work security in everything from a hospital to a jail. But like almost everything I do these days,
it's a calculated move with an ulterior motive in mind. We manage to one-stop-shop for the ID
and the weed at a popular head shop all the way on the north end of Canal Street where it meets
the cemeteries. The weed can be bought on the back patio for $125 a 7-gram bag. The ID and
Social Security card cost $500 but it's money that's well spent as an investment. Our first week
here we did all the tourist shit. Partied on Bourbon, rode in the horse drawn
coinage. Visited and toured the cemeteries. We found a small one bedroom uptown on Third
Street real close to the hood.
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When Jaime got ready to get online we bought a digital triple beam in the head shop and some 3gram baggies. When he said he was gon use me to find the nigga he wanted to roll with to move
the brick of coke, he wasn't lying. He bought me some 4TaeStyle size 6 designer jeans that exposed my legs from ankle to waistline by holes cut on the outside part of both legs. The threeinch, open-toe heels with ankle straps went with the jeans perfectly. The white, low-cut silk
blouse showed plenty of my 34 C cup cleavage. The matching Victoria's Secret lacy half-bra and
French-cut T backs were the only part of the whole outfit he really wanted me in. he basically
turned me into eye candy when he spent another $500 on my nails and to have tracks professionally sewn into my hair. He spent so much on me I was bitchin' about the money. That was the
first time I heard those words "the greater good" from him.
It was a Friday night and we were balla huntin' and
I
was the bait. In the House of Blues, Liquid
Blue and Club Vinyl I danced my ass off. He weighed and packed 10 3-gram baggies of the uncut powder. When a nigga tried to holla, I would ask him, "You a D boy?" If he had swag and
answered "Yeah" or flashed a knot of cash or was iced out, I would pass him a bag get his cell
phone number and tell him, "I'ma call you tomorrow, tell me what that is" I got 10 numbers that
night. The next day, on a burner phone, we called them back. We hit pay dirt on the sixth call
when the hustla told us, "I cold cooked the 3 gram with baking soda and ether. I made $220 off
the 3 grams. I was hoping you called and had some more of that to sell." Turns out he lives uptown to, on Mann L. King Street. He agreed to meet me at the McDonald's on Claiborne, and
when he did I introduced him to Jaime and went to order some food. Turns out the dude is solid
and respected out play. He thought I was a cute but was tryin' to see dollar signs right now.
Jaime gave him the ounce and told him, "Pay $100 on it every time he re-upped " Jaime charges
$1,000 an ounce. He said that was a little high but he didn't mind 'cause he was gon make
$2,500 a ounce selling singles.
Just that fast, Jaime became his connect and nobody but this dude, Dontae, would ever see him.
He calls the burner phone every other day to re-up and that brick is gon make us $27,000 dollars.
So yeah, me as eye candy, bet that up!
Chapter 20
Ike — When something sounds too good to be true, it normally is. I had been with the white
chick Wendy a little over two weeks. Finally, after fuckin' her silly two nights ago, I broke it
down to her. She fell for it hook, line and sinker. Last night she brought me $200 and told me,
"Baby, give me a $20 bag for my girl, please?" I broke out the stash and gave her a nice gram
rock of the fish scale. She ran it outside to a car, came back and stayed the night again. Tonight
when she came, she said, "Daddy, I got money for ya, but I'm hungry. Take me to Waffle House,
please?" Who am Ito deny my moneymaker ? We took a ride to the restaurant and got some
food. We must have been gone an hour or so. When we got back and pulled up to my room, I
never paid attention to the fact that it was dark inside. I unlocked the door and stepped inside.
The stun gun sent 50,000 raw volts of electricity through my body and I rode the lightning to the
floor. The pain was damn near unbearable. I passed out. When I woke up, to make tryin' a nigga up a habit. A very large hand belonging to a big Columbian slapped the shit outta me to wake
me up.
"You got a lot of nerve robbin' our spot then showin' your face in our club right after you murdered my brother."
"Listen, amigo, I think..." Smack! I never got the words out of my mouth.
"I ain't no amigo, you piece a shit!" roared the big dude.
"I'll call you anything you wanna be called, jus please don't hit me like that no morel"
"Quiet I'll kill you!" he screamed at me.. "You have the nerve to shoot up my coke with one of
my beeches. Wha, you think' cause you're a pretty boy high-yella mutha fucka she fall for you?
Beech was jus using up the cocaine and takin' your money! You're to stupid to notice that the
money she give you was what she steal from your high ass Then you leave my cocaine in the
same package. Go head, jus give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you slow for disrespecting La Langost Familia!"
"No, because I ain't the one who robbed you, and I can prove it. I mean, come on, ami...
"Smack! The ham-sized hand toppled me and the chair over to the floor. The signet ring cut my
cheek and the blood leaked out of the cut onto my shirt. Then they sat me back up in the chair, a
dazed look on my face.
"Now, you were saying?"
"Why would I rob your spot then come back like it's all good, especially if I killed somebody?"
"Because that's what high-yella mulatto fuckers do. You all think you're so smart."
"Man, I came here from Shreveport. The money I got left in the trunk of my car came from a
bank robbery. My ride pulled off and left me When I came runnin' out of the bank, this dude
and his chick came outta nowhere and gave me a ride to my car. They sold me that coke for
$12,000."
"That's your Cajun bullshit! I'm sick of hearing it. Time to put out your lights," he said, pulling
out the silenced .22 pistol and putting its barrel behind my ear. I said, "No, wait, please. I swear
it's true. They gave me a ride and I smelled that good coke in their car. He sold me a half a brick
when he dropped me off." (I was real careful not to mention I tried to creep them.)
"Ok, Einstein, eff he dropped you off like you say, what kinda car did you ride in?" Without hesitation I almost screamed, "A Toyota! A black Toyota Camry. A few years old but in good shape.
"I send my boys to get the money from your truck. If it came from a bank, it will be new."
"It is it is, It's so new that it's still got the bands around it. Tell them don't snatch the bands off
and break them."
"I know all about your American UPS system on de bands!"
When they came back with the now six $1,000 stacks of money, he finally believed me. "Ok
then, mister Cajun robber, please accept my apology. If you do and you choose to make some
more money, I've got a good lick for you." "Untie me, let's talk."
Chapter 21
Jaime — when the old school G nigga who taught me about juggin', he instilled in me two things:
"Be invisible when you're watchin' and plottin', and always watch that ain't nobody plottin' on
you. "It was the latter that saves my ass today when I go to drop off 2 zips, which is street slang
for 2 ounces. I only have 10 more or much closer to 10 and a half left. Tae don't know it yet, but
the nigga been so A-1 that I plan to give him the half ounce as a farewell gift when I deliver the
last of it. The $16,000 I've made off him in just over two weeks is my reason for spreading the
love. I have learned to cloak and dagger him. I never meet him anywhere uptown, always
downtown. Normally inside a restaurant in the French quarter or at Harrah's Casino. We have
actually done the exchange at the urinals in the bathroom. He always has $1,000 rolled up in a
rubber band. Always makes sure the zips are 28 on the nose. We do good business. I don't believe he would derail his own gravy train with a jack or set-up move. (he's seen my heat and
knows I keep it strapped on me. I in turn, have seen the .40 he carries) after all, he has two traps,
both of them booming. By his own admission, the coke is so good and pure, by cold cooking it
with the ether, he is able to add enough baking soda to make $2,500 per ounce. He's killin' the
game! Why have two niggas follow me and try to throw down on me for $2,000? If he sent them,
I believe he would have them follow me home, but he still don't know what ldnda car I drive. So
when we meet at the La Bayou restaurant on Bourbon, I have already ordered the seafood sampler for two and I'm nursing a pitcher of Bud Light. About two minutes after he walks in, two
hood niggas follow him inside. I know by how they are dressed, they are Tennis shoe hustlers.
The seafood sampler for two and Bud light is gon cost $33. I always cover it and the tip with
$40. a burger and fries in this spot is $13 Tenths shoe hustlers don't wanna spend their hard-
earned chips. That's why they stay in the hood and eat $5 to-go chicken plate's outta the corner
store. Right now they are uncomfortable and easy to identify. This works to my advantage as
they keep glancing at our table and trying to hide from Dontae., The exchange done a long while
ago, Were enjoying our dinner, which is the cost of doing business, I ask him, "You think your
two shadows are really stupid enough to try me?"
"J, you lcnow me well enough by now to know Fm about my paper. I been saw them two loser
ass niggas. I parked on the street up on Canal and walked here. They followed me from the
hood. I guess they on some stilt but trust and believe I ain't got nothin' to do with it. In fact, if
you wanna handle them niggas, you know I'm strapped. I know you are too"
"Naw, Tae, I don't like the idea of handling them young niggas down here in the party district.
Yeah, I'm from Texas, but I ain't no cowboy. Sometimes, to remedy a situation a nigga gotta
have sense with it, finesse his way through it. I got two stacks on me, you got two zips on you.
We both about our paper so instead of blastin' they fool or even flashin' any iron, we gon warn
them niggas about being hardheaded. C'mon, let's go."
we stood up to leave, and when we got close to their table, they both started to flinch. I couldn't
help it. I pulled my oversized Big Horse polo up and let them see the butt end of the .380 in the
belt clip holster, It was clipped to my polo, big-leg, loose-fit jeans. As I closed in on their table,
I picked up the check, looked at it then laid it on the table. I said, "I ain't no old school but I got
some old-school ways. I consider a good dinner the cost of doing good business and I will go
ahead and spring for y'alls dinner because it is for the greater good right now. Please be warned
though, the stunt y'all was gon try ain't healthy." I dropped a fifty on their table and left.
Tosha — The graduation from the school was kind of a big deal for me. Once again, Jaime surprised the shit out of me. Damn, I love this nigga more than life itself. We are both very guard-
ed and private, just like in Dallas. The shift we gon do may very well end up spillin' blood on
the streets but we have decided that we can live with that risk. We have to if we plan to reap the
benefits of our labor. The 200 — hour class has put me on the inside of how security and law enforcement people think, but please don't get it twisted. Just like I told y'all I wasn't gon shake my
ass to make a living, I ain't gon be no badge-totin' security bitch on some real top-flight security
shit either. Like my homeboys' slim thug and Zero, "I'm a gansta!" I'm a gansta bitch on some
Bonnie and Clyde type shit with Jaime. We tryin' to stick and move, but this nigga on some romantic thug type shit. He knew I was graduating but never said a word about goin' all out. He
says this is a special day and he's proud of me. I put on the new 4TaeStyle designer dress he
bought me that fits my ass, and hips like a second skin. The shots, belt and handbag are a perfect
match. The teardrop diamond necklace set in white gold and matching earrings are my graduation present. When he shows up with a bouquet of two dozen red, white and yellow roses, he
makes me smile even more. I have already interviewed and been hired by Jannis Armed Carriers. I'll be working from 6am to 230pm Monday through Friday. The director and founder of the
school, a retired detective with N.O.P.D and Louisiana State Police with announce this when he
calls my name for my diploma. I handle weapon better than most and I'm a damn good shot, but
I had to tone it down and in fact, act kinda goofy during the firearms training and qualifying.
Jamie being the on-point type nigga he is has been on his grind. Since all he does is wait on his
phone to ring, he's been followin one of Jannis' armour trucks from the warehouse through its
early morning route, just to get a feel for what we will have to do in order to accomplish our
goal. When I tell y'all this nigga is all about his B.I in the streets and the sheets, you better listen! Now that the ceremony is over, we have reservations for a elegant, romantic celebration
dinner at a old Victorian style house in the French Quarter that's been converted into a five- star
restaurant. He tells me on the way there that, "the night is young and full of surprises. "And I
believe him. As we much on our Appetizers and wait on dinner, the waiter brings us a bottle of
the house' fmest champagne to celebrate what I thought was my graduation until he pours us
both some and serves it in long stemmed crystal flute. When I take my glass off the tray, Fm not
really lookin' at it. I'm looking' at Jaime's smile. It's got the whole room lit up. There in my
glass is the reason why. After he says "To you, T" and we raised our glasses, the soft light hits
the three-karat flawless diamond engagement ring that is the matching, and up to now missing,
piece to the necklace and earrings set. It's sitting in the bottom of the full champagne glass.
When I drink it down and get the ring out, he takes it and dries it odd. Then he makes me scream
loud enough to scare the other diners when he gets out of his chair, kneels in front of me and
says,
"Tosh, it seems that every day I wake up with you, I'm happier than the day before, you bring me
joy and happiness, and I want that forever. Will you please marry me?" By now, I am in tears
and shock as I sit there just lookin' at him and now most of the dining area is waiting on an answer. An older white lady sitting next to us with her husband says, "Honey, I think the word
you're tryin to say is yes." We all laugh, and I say "Yes, baby!"
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Chapter 23
Ike — The plan was simple enough but just like most all things in my life, ain't nothing simple.
The ami... excuse me ... the Columbian, Salvatore Fiore, was the half — brother of the mixedbreed Horatio. Same daddy, different mams. Both you Colombians are American citizen with
elaborate schemes and methods to import their cash crop, the same beige fish scale that I suddenly seem to have a endless supply of. One of the dancers, who is a dime piece brought over from
Columbia to work the stage, has a sugar daddy who owns a Dallas jewelry store. He's not doing
the high volume of business he once was due to the recession. The money he does make can
barely support the gated community, country club lifestyle he leads, and the kept woman who
just happens to be the beautiful Arabella from Columbia. He has three stores, and the one closest
to the hood that sells high — end gaudy chains, watches to mostly D-boys who are getting it in
and pro athletes is not making any money and is overstocked. He has all the diamonds and jewelry insured to the max and wants the store robbed. He'll win all the way around when I give the
jewelry to the Columbian Salvatore and he gets it out of the country. The jewelry store owner
will buy back that stock at a fraction of the cost and open another store in Columbia. I suspect
the real reason a crime family would get involved with this shady ass plot is to use this fool and
his stores to clean up their dirty money and move their product. Whatever the reasoning, they
ain't doing it just because they are nice guys who want to help. The plan is both simple and
beautiful. The owner has been reporting problems with his surveillance and security system to
both the people who service the system and the insurance company. In exactly 15 minutes from
now at 1030am, the camera and alarm, with the aid of the breaker switch that fucks the system
up, will go off. I will run in with this nice new glock .40 Salvatore gave me and demand that all
the jewelry in the cases on the right and straight ahead be put in the backpack. I will also hit the
cash register for four stacks they start their day with that, along with a half kilo of the fish scale
belong to me, and all the jewelry and diamonds belong to them.
According to the owner, the trip switch that he has installed in the breaker box will disarm and disable the system for a minute and 30 seconds, plenty of time to load the merchandise
and get clear of the place before the system trips itself back online and activates the alarm, 211
progress I'm told not to worry about the two or three customers that will be there. Their story
will only add to the authenticity and lend credibility to the whole. Scenario. The bald rubber
piece, gard glasses, black sweats and black Toyota Calmy will have the Dallas police looking
for the same tall black man that robbed Fantasia and shot and killed the owner. All this sounds
simple enough, right?
It's 10:25. I'm wearing a $3,000 Movado watch that we have synchronized at 10 o'clock
via a phone call. I just got done hittin' myself with a nice shot and I'm zoomin' right now. I'm
fixin' to run up in this bitch and shut it down, Oh shit! I'm high! I gotta come down a little.
"Breath deep, Ike, breathe!" Fm out of the car with 30 seconds 'til I go. Fm walkin' to the door
quickly. I'm, gon time it with the beep of the watch I'm wearing. Beep beep beep, my feet wet
as I snatch open the door. I got the gun pointed at the owner and I say, "You know what time it
is, getcha hands up!" He says, "Take what you want jus don't hurt no one." I say, "Fill this
backpack with this case. Hurry up!" He takes the backpack and I smash the case. He starts to
quickly fill the pack with chains, bracelets and watches. The two customers are standing stick
still, scared to death. I'm still zoomin' and I get hypnotized by the bling of the pieces as he finishes with one case. Forty — five seconds, one case and register to go. "Move it, old man. Give
me the shit in this case. "I draw back to break it. He shakes his head no, open it and starts loading the backpack with diamond earrings, necklaces, pendants and broaches, he has the case totally cleaned out when I tell him. "The register, hurry up!" As he tenders the drawer open. I'm
totally fixated on the money, still zootnin' and ready to go. I have completely lost sight of the
older black lady who just happens to be an off-duty detective for the Dallas Police Department.
She's a 28 year veteran working in the financial crime unit and seldom uses her gun or even
wears a vest. This is the case today. As I hold the .40 in my hand, the store owner hands me the
loaded backpack. I spin to run out the door, and the lady detective is late on the draw in getting
the gun out of her purse. She still tried to sell it. "Freeze! Dallas Police!" as her weapon comes
out. I have no choice now, and Fm in me or her mode. I aim the .40 at her and pull the trigger.
The blast scares me as the smell of cordite fills the small store. The other girl who apparently is
her 15-year-old daughter is now screaming I stand there frozen as I look at her on the floor, the
hole in her chest spurting blood everywhere. The owner brings me back to earth when he
screams, "Run!" I make it to the door just as the cameras come back online. The security camera
over the door captures my face and shoulders as I run out, head down. The lot's camera tracks
me to the Camry and driving off. I am still wired on coke, nervous about being caught. As I
drive away, I see the first of several D.P.D cars race into the parking lot as I sit at the red light
looking in my rear view, a cop killer at large.
Chapter 24
Jaime — The shit is all over the regional news: "Man in black Strikes Again!" the story is
picked up but the local news was reported on out of Dallas, on news at noon. It showed a clip of
the press conference. The chief of police talkin' bout how he "will not rest until the perpetrators
of these crimes are brought to justice." The lady was shipping for a nice necklace for her son's
high-school graduation. She had her 15-year-old daughter with her. She was a 28-year veteran
detective in the white-collar crime unit who was looking forward to her retirement and planned
to buy a two-bedroom R.V and tour the country. The reporter went on to say that, "The police
now believe the unknown perpetrator dressed in black, bald headed, and driving a black Toyota
sedan to be the same man who robbed the Fantasia gentleman's club and murdered an employee
and the owner. "What the fuck? Aw, hell, a nigga out on a crime spree using my shit as a copycat M.0 as I sat there and watched, my iPhone started ringing. When I looked at the caller id, I
saw it was Tosha calling. I hit ignore and the call disconnected. Since I always answer her calls,
she knows that I know what she's calling about. She's on her break and had saw the same broadcast. I don't hesitate. I call up Dontae. I just made a drop to him last night and I've never called
him without him having called me. He answers on the second ring.
"Tae, what's up?"
"Hey, J-Bird( which is the nickname I go by in the streets). What's good, son?"
"You, if you can tell me you're connected to anybody with a car lot or a body shop."
"Yeah, sure, I know people. How much you trying to spend and what you looking, "I don't wanna spend cash. I would rather spend some zips on it."
"I tell ya what, let me get on top of this right now. Call me back in say 30 minutes."
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"Alright, but Tae, this is some shit I'm gon be riding in. nothin' flashy, and no junk!"
"Boss man, I got ya. Let me work my jelly."
"Alright, I'll holla in a hour, give you enough time to get everything 100."
"Solid."
We disconnected and I went to our stash spot, for the .380, the Walther and the .45 you been putting it off but I gotta get rid of this iron and get some more. Tosha has been on her new job since
last Monday. Right now they are moving her from truck to truck, and she's getting a taste of all
the routes. They are training her, and the $10.50 an hour they're paying her is decent, I guess, if
you have to work for it. Turns out none of the trucks carry over $75,000 at a time except the one
that drops at Harrah's Casino. This is the one I hung out behind, and it's not doable with one
man because of the route they take. Since we don't know where she will be assigned permanently, we ain't even talkin' about the score right now. She is so happy about our engagement
that she ain't talkin' about nothing else.
Yeah, I been spending the money we made off the coke on her. That matching set is all real and
cost 12 stacks in the jewelry store on Canal Street. The crooked ass Jewish owner gave the set to
me for 10 stacks since I was paying in cash. He wrote down in his sales receipt book that he sold
it for 9 stacks to keep the IRS outta our business. Everything bought with $10,000 cash or over
must be reported. Anyway, I've got $81,000 even put up in the small backyard of the apartment. I've bought us a brindle puppy named, Tango. I spend a lot of time getting' him high (on
shot-gunned smoke) from the popcorn weed, playing with and training him I've got the apartment looldn' good, and we actually have a living room set and a queen-sized bed, matching
dresser and vanity table. I've got her X-Box 360 hooked up to the 30-inch flat screen in the living room and a 18-inch flat screen I bought out of the pawn shop for our bedroom. I stay home a
lot because both the 8 and a half ounces of coke that's left and all our money are here. Tango,
at 9 months old, eating Pedigree and pulling three concrete blocks across the yard by a chain attached to his body harness, is a beast. He will get a nigga but he's mostly still a puppy.
Right now though, I gotta take this car outta here and get something else to ride in. Tosha's car is
now a liability. The guns I'll sell or trade, but this business is Dallas has me concerned and, like
it or not, five hours separated N.0 and Dallas, and we have come too far to take any chances
with loose ends. True to his word. When I call Dontae on the burner phone, he is 100 and ask
me, "Whatcha say bout a '04 Yukon Denali that's been wrecked is now fixed and is in damn
good shape? It's dark blue and has factory 20-inch rims. I can get it for you for three zips, registration and tag legit. You'll just have to get it insured."
"I wanna see it. If I like it, we can do some business."
"Oh, I know you gon like it, son. This bitch will move somethin."
"Alright, I gotta pick up my girl at 2:30. Can you drive it and meet me somewhere?"
"Just name the place and I'm there!"
"Alright, Tae, you doin' me a solid with this. I won't forget it."
"Hey, it's all for the greater good, and it's the cost of doin' business.."
I waited until 2:15 and headed out to the warehouse district to pick up Tosha.
When I got there, she got in the car and said, "Baby, we gotta dump this bitch!" With the
guns in the backseat, I just smiled at her and said, "Tosh, baby, whatever you do, don't panic!"
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Tosha - "Oh, damn, Jaime, that shit feels so good!" This freak nigga on some other shit. Got me
wearing my Jannis shirt, gun belt with my cuffs, pepper spray, bang stick, and radio holder on it.
I got on high heels and I'm bent over the dresser in front of the big mirror watching this nigga
tear my ass up doggy-style. This fool is getting it in, literally! Pulling out of me until the head of
his cock is lodged in me then blasting that long. Thick mutha fucka home. He's pumping me
fast and hard. The brown uniform shirt open. I got my back arched so he can see my firm C cup
titties jiggle while he's workin' that ass from the back. He grasps my hips and plunges deep into
me, grinding his dick head on my g-spot then he slows down and keeps his thick tool buried in
my hot, tight love box. He uses the KY Sensitive and squirts it on my ass, between my cheeks
and makes my tight, virgin asshole hot and slick. He continues to hump me as he massages his
thumb around my tight hole. I can't help it, I moan in ecstasy as my orgasm build up slowly. He
pumps me a little harder now as the slick thumb just barely penetrates my hole. The sensation of
him inside my pussy poppin' it with his dick combines with the thumb that is inside to its first
knuckle moving back and forth in coordination with his dick as the cum builds in his heavy balls.
I can feel them slappin' against my swollen pink clit, and his rhythm increases more. I can tell
he's fixin' to blast off inside of me by the intense fuck face he makes while he watches me bang
my round fat ass cheeks back into his cock. My pussy and ass are swallowing his cock and his
thumb. "Oh fuck, Tosh, baby, you ready?"
"I am, baby! You get that pussy like you wanna get it! Its yours, daddy, all yours!" When he
grabs my hair and starts his mutt strokes, I know he's shootin' his seed in me. It's all good cause
my pussy is cununing really hard right now. We're locked on to each other, doing it like dogs,
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and shit ain't never felt this good. We finally calm down and Tango's little horny ass is at the
door yappin' at us because he can smell the sex in the air, and the keening noise I make when my
pussy is throbbing. Jaime is a beast! He cooked for us, and after we clean ourselves up I went to
the kitchen and made us both plates of his oven-roasted sweet-and-sour spare ribs, yellow rice,
broccoli with cheese sauce, along with pralines and cream ice cream for dessert. If there's something not to love about this man, I'll be damned if I've found it. He was watching the news today
and saw what I saw in the break room. When he picked me up, we rode down into the 9 th ward
and met Dontae. He drove the Yukon and liked it as much as I did, both of us knowing the
Camry had to go. Tae got his hustle on too. His boy wanted $3,500 for the SUV. Tae gave it to
him and got the three zips for himself. Youngster is getting' it in. his boy also helped with the
car, guying it got $1,000 and we traded the three guns for two brand-new Glock .40s and four
clips along with 200 reloaded rounds. We never said why we switched cars or traded guns, and
they never asked. We are all street goons and crime is a way of life. There are times, like this
though, sittin' here eatin' a home-cooked meal after havin' my pussy beat down. Later we will
walk Tango, play with him in the yard while we smoke a blunt. These are both limes and memories I want every day.
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Chapter 26
Ike - "Girl, ya look good, wontcha back dat ass up, you a fine mutha fucka, back dat ass up!" the
old-school Juvenile I request for her to give me a lap dance to has me hard as steel. I'm high as
cloud nine right now. I stay that way to keep from seeing the police bitch bleedin' to death in the
recurring dream I have about the robbery. I left Dallas that afternoon and rode down I 45, here I
am on Houston's north side in a small all-nude club called Entyce. It's not as elaborate as Club
Fantasia nor are the bitches as pretty. But I'll tell ya, the Hispanic chick baldn' that ass up on me
right now has helped me get my shit rollin, Fm a balla now. The cocaine is so good that I'm
cutting a ounce with a little over a half ounce of mannitol, bagging it in $20 bangs and
she sells it to the girls and customers in this piece. I will make anywhere from $800 to $1,200 a
night just sittin' here watchin' asses shake and getting' love from the bitches. I melt down and fix
three or four syringes at a time, so all I have to do is tie off and hit a vein, although they are getting' harder to hit. They seem to run from the needle sometimes. I use the uncut coke, so
it has a hell of kick to it. Most times it goes straight to my dick, has me like I am now, hard as a
ball bat. Later on, this bitch Tatyanna gon straighten me out. Getting' head and pussy ain't never
been hard for me, but it's so much easier to jus bust out four pencil-sized lines of this shit and
watch panties and knees start droppin' to the ground to please the man! Even feedin' my own
habit, with the help of these bitches I'm well on my way to buying another half a brick from Salvatore. I can get it for $11,000 so I'll keep battling the demons that haunt my sleep with this
high-octane coke and these all-too-willing tricks. Might pull two of 'em up outta here an have
me a ménage a toils. Sounds good to me!
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Chapter 27
Jaime — If you think I ain't prepping myself to get out of the game, you better think again. I
bought a laptop computer am I am akin' the online real estate license course. I am committed to
it too. Every morning after I drop Tosha at work, I get online. I study and work on my lessons
until 10am or so. I figure the 3 and a half to 4 hours committed to studying and reading over the
material, as well as doing the work they give me to do, will prep me good enough to take the exam. If I get licensed to buy and sell residential property, I can make a damned good living buying foreclosed on property, renovating it, the leasing it out to HUD and Section 8 housing. I will
also flip houses, if Jean buy it for $30,000, invest $10,000 to repairs and upgrades, then sell if
for $60,000 or $70,000. I can create a good life for me and Tosha. Damn, I love her so much I
can't imagine being without her. I know I long for the day when I can leave this shit alone, marry her and try to do the happily ever after deal. She is getting ready to be assigned to a normal
crew, and I thought real hard about just calling it quits right here, right now and settling in to live
here. When I asked her what she thought about that, her answer left me no doubt that she's both
ambitious and she is 100 percent gangsta. She said, "Baby, I didn't start this shit with you to be a
security guard, and as much as I like N.0, I am a H-Town bitch! Any money we invest trying to
money should be done in H-Town. Yeah, I wanna quit but not til we got our American dream. A
house, two cars, two point five kids and a decent bank account. In another three weeks or so we
gon get that money the get on the road and finish our journey, alright?"
"Alright, Tosh, let's do it."
That being said, I knew that we were gon be just like 50 cent. Get rich or die tryin, and
I
am
good with it. So now here I am with my studies done. Young and the Restless if my new vice. I
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watch it and tape it for Tosha. Now that it's gone off. I decided to ride up to the corner store and
grab me some lunch. I've become a big fan of shrimp po'boy sub sandwiches and onion rings.
The corner store makes them just the way I like them. It's a well-spent $6.50 The plate has a 10inch sandwich, onion rings and a Chek generic soda. I have called in my order. I plan to grab
my lunch, take Tango down by the sidewalk that runs along the Mississippi River and let him
walk. I've got the tennis ball that I throw to him and he catches it in his mouth. After I pay for
my food, I walk out to the Yukon. Tango is waiting on me. Head hangin' out the window that is
halfway down. The burst of gunfire four blocks over makes me look that way but it doesn't register until my burner phone rings and Tae is on the other end. The shots are coming from the area of his trap. He is on the phone asking me for help. He's wounded, and the fools we walked
up on in La Bayou a couple of weeks ago are trying to rob and kill him. When I answer, I can
hear the shots through the phone and out loud. He tells me, "J-Bird, I could sure use yo help,
niggas tryin' to kill me."
I tell him, "Go out the back door, run to the block behind your trap.
n be there in less than two
minute." I jump in the truck and throw it in drive. I patch out leaving a long black mark behind
when I speed off to try to help a nigga that's been 100 with me. I get to the street that runs behind his trap and he comes out from between two Katrina-destroyed houses and jumps in the
truck. His leg is leakin' blood bad. I pull the cheap dollar-store sheet that Tosha has wrapped the
bacicseat with to keep Tango from makin' a mess. He smells the blood and he's growling and
barking. I have to hold his harness and put Tae in the backseat. "Which way they went?"
"They was layin' in me when I got outta my whip. They tried to rob me but I saw the move and
started running towards the house. I got hit in the leg before I could get inside. Ain't nothing' in
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the house but about $500. My girl picked up the money late last night. That's my uncle's house.
He's a smoker so I don't leave a lot of cash in there."
"Well, go ahead and wrap your leg with a piece of that sheet," I said handing him a Barlow
pocket knife. "How you wanna handle this shit?"
"I wanna make the block and get at them niggas. I hit one, the driver. He got back in his car and
left the other two. I gave my uncle my .40 when I ran out the back to meet you."
As he's telling me this, Fm driving around the block. I pull the brand-new .40 from outta the
console and give it to him. We hear another three gunshots comin' from the porch. Tae's uncle
hit one of them in his arm. They are both out of bullets and in retreat mode now. They can hear
me flush the big V-8 out in the Yukon. The one who's not wounded missed his calling, He
shoulda been a track star. I slow down next to the wounded one, and Dontae jumps out to down
him. Tango gets his first taste of combat today. The way he's growling and barking lets me
know he's ready. I turn him out, point at the nigga who is still wide open, sprinting, trying to get
away. I tell him "get em, boy!" he takes off like he's been launched from a cannon. The ifigga
don't stand a chance, Tango has closed the distance in about 15 seconds. He launches his 85pound body through the air and takes a bite out of crime. He's locked on that nigga's arm and the
dude is screamin' like a bitch. Tae pops the one we stopped for. We race up the block, jump out
and grab Tango. Tae shoots the nigga in the leg, throws down my .40 next to him and we leave
him there.
Chapter 28
Tosha — I wasn't crazy about it but I didn't say nothin. I am really old school in the aspect of
knowing how to keep some shit to myself and listen to what my man needs me to do. I am finding out that you can keep a man like that. Jaime picks me up at 2:30. he does as usual, waits a
whole block away at the bus stop. He doesn't want anyone to know that we are together. We
have rode along my route and we talked about we want to hit this lick. Thing is, we are gon have
to have a driver. It won't work any other way. Anyway, today as I got to the truck, I see the
bacicseat is a mess and Tae is laying there with a leg wound and a piece of sheet is wrapped
around it. When I get in, my puppy is now a man. Gone is his sweetness and innocence, it's replaced by the smell and taste of blood. He looks up at me it's smeared all over his cheeks, and
bits of muscle and flesh are caked in the fur around his neck. I didn't say shit, I just got in the
front and we rode off. We stop at a CVS and Tae hands J a hundred dollars. He in turn gives it
to me along with a list of antibiotics, bottles of sterile water, packing gauze, tape and bandages,
they plan to doctor his wound themselves. Tae has called his partner in the 9 th ward who owns
the shop where we bought the truck. We drove up inside the overhead door, he closed it behind
us. We help Tae, who by now is weak and can't walk on his own, to a single bed behind the office of the shop. There an older lady waits on him with surgical tools already laid out on a table,
sterilized and covered with a cloth towel. After we lay him down Jaime runs back for the bag
of supplies. Tango won't let anyone but me or Jaime in that truck. I get him out, put the leash on
his harness and walk him out back to a hose. I clean all the blood and human tissue of his face
and neck. I can look at his face and tell though that the taste of blood has changed him I'm kind
of sad and upset about it, but I keep to myself. I don't know how involved Jaime is in whatever
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happened. Now is not the time to question him, now is the time to support and assist him. I love
this man more than anything, and when you sign on as a ride or die, this is part of it. I walked
Tango back inside and tied him to the bumper. The owner of the shop has sat out cleaning stuff
and clean rags to clean up the backseat. Although it ain't my blood or my mess, like the dutiful,
good housewife I am, I put on the rubber gloves and got to work cleaning the leather seat. Luckily the blood is fresh, and I cleaned most of it out of the seat and off the floor. After that is done,
I go back to the hood operating room where I suspect this ain't the first time this older black lady,
a nurse practitioner who works at a health clinic in the 9 th ward, has removed the bullet. The
9mm lead only caused a flesh wound and didn't hit any bones, she has already removed the lead,
stitched the artery up and staunched the bleeding then closed the wound. For this bootleg surgery, the fee is $1,200 cash. Dontae gives her $900, all he has on him, but the old bitch ain't tryin' to hear it. She wants her whole issue, with good reason.
"Who else y'all niggas gon get to come up in a car shop to do what I do? I want my damn money
or next time, and there will be a next time, take em to the hospital and deal with the N.O.P.D."
Jaime got sick of hearing her bitching and pulled out his roll and gave her 300 more dollars. Just
that quick, smile is back on her old prune face, cordiality returns.
"Why thank you, you're such a nice young man." She cleans her tools and packs her bag. Her
hood name, Black Bag Mama. She makes probably $5,000 cash a month from street niggas who
been wounded, stabbed, cut or overdosed. When you call, she'll come. She says her price up
front and does a good job. Even gives you a 30-day supply of loracets but "bitch betta have her
money" or it's gonna be some drama.
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Ike - "Federals wanna see dead, niggas put prices on my head. I got two Rottweilers by my bed,
I feed em lead. "Fm feelin' that Tupac as it blast on the new competition kicked 15-inch woofers
in my truck. I got four 6x9s in the door panels and a touch-screen Bose CD/DVD player in the
dash They were gray paint, black leather and carpet had my shit lookin' good. The 84-spoke
Swanga rims I bought out the back of a pickup truck at the gas station about a week ago makes it
official: I'm in the game. The 1985 Brougham Delta 88's engine has always been fight, so to
maximize my horsepower, I've paid a essay that manages a Meineke shop a half ounce to install
Flow master mufflers and dual exhaust. Yeah, I'm a country nigga from Shreveport, so what I'm
mullatto. I'm down her in H-Town getting it in. I already re-upped with Salvatore. He had two
of his girls drive down the interstate and meet me in Huntsville. He don't want me in Dallas at
all. So far, the owner has stuck to his story. The jewelry is in Bogota, and Lloyd's of London is
about to pay. He sent me the half a brick for $11,000. He also sent a message: For $19,500 he
will send me a whole brick. "No more halves." He sent a extra 2 ounces by way of making up to
me for tying me up and beatin' my ass I had Tatyanna get a $99 move in-special, two-bedroom
apartment on Cypress Station and Hollow Tree Drive. This area of North Houston is where a
nigga can get it in if he's got some good work. I've got the best coke in all of North Houston. I
had no idea that Tatyanna knew how to cook it into work. This is the reason for a whole lot of
prosperity. Tonight, this and my whip, which I park right by the front door of Club Entyce, are
the reasons for a lot of animosity.
The clique on the east side of 1-45 that call themselves I.V.P or Imperial Valley Posse, are in the
bar three deep. Jam young at 22. These niggas are 18 and 19 years old at the most. Tatyanna is
more like my girl now than ever before. We share a apartment, I bring her to work, her and her
two girls sell more coke that I do. Tin turn keep them straight. The problem came when
Tatyanna cooked up that half ounce with baking soda. She wholesaled it to her little cousin, a
half-breed with a Mexican momma and a black daddy. This I.V.P goes about 10 or 12 deep. He
didn't know that he was jumpin' there licks with work way better than they have. They caught
him coming out of the corner store and cliqued on him They wanted to know who his contac
was and "hell no, he better not sell shit else on their turf." They beat his ass and pistol-whipped
him. He gave them Tatyanna's name.
When Fm in here, I stay out of the way of club security, but when one of the I.V.P slapped her
trying to draw me out of the woodwork, security rushed them. I slipped quietly out the door, got
in my car and pulled it over to the corner of the shopping plaza the club sits in. When the two
big bouncers threw them out, they got in their car, and beat-up Chevy Impala. I let them ride out
of the lot and I followed them into traffic. I want to dump at their car but I've got to catch them
in the right spot. I have no idea that I'm about to cross paths with the nigga that helped me in
Shreveport. These are the same young niggas he robbed when he left H-Town. Now I was gon
have to deal with these niggas. My luck is good when they pull into Denny's. The place is
packed so they have to park and walk. I get out my Taurus and settle in to wait. When they
come out, I'm gone have somethin' hot for that ass!
Part 11: The Armored Car
Chapter 30
Jaime — One sure way to know when most any woman is mad at you is they don't say much of
anything. They go all around the house cleaning and moving shit around, slamin' doors and
talking to themselves. I had all I could stand when she slammed that bathroom door for the third
time. I got up and went in there with her. She looked up at me in the mirror when I walked in.
"Alright, Tosh, it's been on you mind. You been hot with me since I picked you up from work."
"No, I haven't."
"Tosh, I been around you enough to know when you're upset. Thank you for not saying anything
in front of anybody, but I'm glad we are the only people in this duplex — that door slammin'
woulda woke up the neighbors. So tell me what's up and stop with the tantrums already."
"Ok, daddy, you wanna know? First thing is this," she said, stomping past me to the living room
where Tango was laying on the entrance rug and although he looked up at us, he turned back
towards the door and sat there like he was just waiting. "You know what he's doin', J? He's not a
puppy anymore. He wants to kill. He tasted blood, human blood, Jaime. That dog ain't got
nothing on his mind now but killing. Just how deep are you mixed up in that nigga's shit
anyway? You know I am so much in love with you that the thought that you're getting' involved
in fuckin' shoot — outs with a nigga you don't really know scares the shit outta me. It makes me
sick to my stomach. What the fuck I'm gon do without you, huh?"
Now she's broke down and crying. She sits on the couch sick with worry about me. This
touches my heart because she cares so much. Tango beats me to the punch. He sees her crying
and gets up, goes over to her and pouches his head up into her lap and makes a whining sound. I
sit there quietly and gather my thoughts before I speak. I have done my research on the terrier
bulldog breed commonly known as the pit bull. I have a listing of the different breeds: brindle,
red nose, and blue nose pit bulls. These breeds have been crossbred over the centuries to create
fierce hunter, fighters and protectors. Sooner or later, to be a good protector he was gon have to
get at somebody. So I let him do what he was bed for — protect me. Now he's looking forward to
the next time he's allowed to do his job. I explain to her his job ain't just to be on her lap getting'
petted and spoiled all the time. Then I take off on her, "Neither is yours.
You told me what you wanted, how you was living until you got it, and what was on your mind
You should know by now that I ain't gon just involve myself in somebody's shit. The nigga been
solid with me. When he called, them niggas was shootin' at him. I was up at the store. He
needed me and I helped him. You know my philosophy, though. Some things are done for the
greater good, no sum is bigger that its parts."
"Baby, what are you takin"bout?"
"Didn't we decide that we was gon need another man we can trust? Baby, that nigga ain't scared
to bust a mutha fucka if he's got to. Not only that, the nigga is bout his money. He got me
another .40 for the one he lost, and he'll have my $300 first thing in the morning. Now I ain't
used to having to explain or defend what I do. Either we are or we ain't, but if we are. I'm callin'
the shots. If you can't deal with that, then I guess we got more unresolved shit we need to get a
clear understanding on than I thought."
With that, I got up, slipped on my Nike slides, grabbed the keys, my wallet and put on a hat.
"Jaime, where you goin'?"
"I'm goin to get some air, I'll be back." I left her sittin' there with Tangos head in her lap.
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Tosha — I don't know what I thought. I really thought about the $85,000 cash that is stashed out
back. And that the nigga don't really trust me like I do him This is the first time I've been in this
house by myself for more than 30 minutes. I thought this time ain't no different, he's only gone
to the store. A house stretch in to two, I just sat there with Tango on the couch, rubbing his head,
talking to him like I was gone crazy. But he seemed to sense my heartache and stayed right there
with me. Finally, after two and a half hours, I got my phone off the counter and called his I
Phone. I heard it ring on the vanity table. "That bastard," he never leaves that phone. There
sitting next to it was the Wal-Mart burned phone. "Oh, tha's jus great, Jaime, you leave me
without any way to contact you." Boy, if this nigga don't beat all I've seen. He jus don't realize
how much I do love him I didn't mean to be upset like that, but I said all that 'cause I don't
waima be without him. I've become so dependent on him. No, not financially. My checks from
my job are enough to look after me. The dependence I'm tallcin' bout his dick. Yeah, he's a fool
with that thang. Leaves me breathless and wanting more every time. But that ain't it either.
Jaime shows me respect. He's loving, attentive, and considerate of my feelings. More than
anything, he's never raised his hands to hit, slap or punch me. I guess after the shit I've been
through, that holds a lot of value to me.
With four and a half hours gone, I went from throwin' a fit to calming down, and finally laying
down in the bed with only light from the cracked bathroom door on in the house. Tango, who
will normally bark his fool head off when he hears the least little noise, now slides silently from
the bed and stalks to the door. I got the .40 out of the nightstand and followed along being him.
The noise came from the porch of the empty until next door. I pushed the blinds to see the
Yukon still wasn't back. Now I sat there on the couch. The girl side of me is scared. I'm in New
Orleans, where violet crime since the devastating hurricane has run rampant. I am in an
apartment by myself, but! ain't by myself at all. I got the 40-caliber Glock that will deliver 17
messages to that ass, each one hurting worse that the last one. I also have this dog, who has yet
to bark and announce his presence Sitting on the couch and watch him move silently from the
living room front door to the sliding glass door in the back each time he hears a noise, which by
now I ain't scared of no one. Ten minutes after the noises stop, Jaime drives up. Tango goes and
sits silently by the door and waits for it to open. When it does, he greets Jaime jumping up with
his front paws. He asks me, "How did he do?"
"How you think he done? Same as me, ready to put somethin' on that ass," I said as I laid the
loaded Glock down and hugged him. He held me tight and delivered just the right words.
"Tosha, I know you dig my swag," he whispers, "but you had it way before you met me. Why
do you think Fm so in love with you? This was the only way for you to get it back and to really
know that Tango ain't no lap dog. But he ain't no mad dog either. Now that he got that taste in
his mouth, he's just and adult dog doing his job — protecting us."
I hugged him tight and said, "Jaime, I love you so much. Thanks. At first when I heard the
noises, it scared me. But watching that fool as dog stalking back and forth like he was wishin' a
nigga would, had me feelin' some type
a way. Where you been anyway?"
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"I been on your route and I figured out how we gon hit this lick, but I'm sorry, Samantha Jenkins,
you gotta die!"
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Ike — I silently debated with myself how I planned to handle this situation. From everything I
can understand about I.V.P., the apartments they control the drug sales in are a virtual gold mine.
I don't have or feel any loyalty to her cousin, nigga should have made sure he wasn't cock
blocicin' somebody else's money. As for Tatyanna, that's my bitch. The nigga who slapped her is
getting' ready to get it. I want to be their new connect. I am gonna sell them uncut coke straight
off the brick for $1,000 an ounce. They will scream it's to high but they can double their money
easy on an ounce of this shit. They can also move the 9 uncut ounces I have left. I already got
$11,000 from all the shit the girls have cut and sold to their customers. So if I can get the I.V.P.
To move the rest of it quickly, I can re-up with Salvatore and make a few grand on this half.
When I get tha brick in my hand, I will shut the Northside down. Right now though, they're gon
have to accept that one of their brothers got outta line and needs to be dealt with. Here they
come now, laughing and joking as one of them fires up a cigarillo he had rolled already. The
adjacent parking lot they parked in still has plenty of cars in it. This works to my advantage as I
wait for them between their car and the one parked next to them. I've got the 41-caliber Taurus
revolver that I keep in a holster on my ankle I jump up with it extended as soon as they get to
the back of their car. The one that hit Tatyanria gets set to run, I tell him, "Nigga, if you can
outrun this lead, you need to be a Olympic sprinter." he froze when the cock of the hammer
sounded like a bass drum in the early fall morning. "You the pussy nigga I come to see anyway.
Now bring your punk ass here. Long as you niggas don't get cute, you blood is safe. This nigga
fixin' to lose some of his for puttin' his dick beaters on my bitch!
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"Y'all get over there and lean on the hood, "I instructed his two homeboys. "Leave your hands
where I can see them. I promise ya, all bets are off if this bitch goes off."
"It's cool, yo. We don't want no problems," stated one of the two as they put their hands on the
hood of the car and didn't move.
"Alright, pussy, strip!" He has one a long white T-shirt and when he got it over his head, I
clocked him in the face with the short barrel of the big revolver. He stumbled backwards,
landing on the ground, leaking blood out his nose, shirt still over his head. I drew back and
smacked him over his eye with the cylinder of the big gun, the heavy bullets adding to the
density of it. Then I cocked back and put my size 12 Polo boot to his rib cage two times, never
taking my eyes off his homeboys leaning on the car. I then made my speech while he was laying
on the ground moaning in pain.
"Nigga, that Spanish bitch you put yo hands on is my moneymaker. You was lookin' for her
connect, now you got me in a major way, nigga. Don't know what y'alls clique is all about, but
I'm all about my dough. I wanna work with your crew. My shit is A-1 and you know it is by
how her half breed cousin took your clientele. Here's what I'm gon do," I said as I went in the
pocket of my Polo denim jacket. "Here is a 23-gram ounce. If you don't make $2,500 off it,
keep it and I'll keep lettin' them booty-shalcin' hoes make all the money sellin' powder outta that
bar. You won't come there anymore on the bullshit neither."
The youngster I handed it to said, "This that shit right here and I know how to cook it. How we
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"Just come to Entyce and ask for Cajun."
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Jaime - "I like my beat down low and my top let back, can you see me ridin' 24s with a chopper
in the back." Dontae and I were on the back porch of his uncle's house. We had T.I blasting,
sharing a blunt, and we are bench-pressing 205 on the weight bar for eight sets. Then we're
gonna do dumbbell flies with the 60 pound dumbbells, eight sets of squats with the dumbbells in
hand, then we'll go run a mile down Claiborne and walk a mile back to his trap. It's been about
three weeks since the shooting. He kept the trap closed for four days after wards, and it slowed
down the movement of the remaining ounces of coke. Long last, there's none left; he cooked the
last of it this morning. Although I haven't told him this, I have told him that, "I'm planning a
move and it's worth $5,000 to you if you help me." He wants details. I don't give him anything.
Secretly I have talked to the car shop owner who has an old ambulance he bought from a auction.
He plans to convert it into a work truck. I tell him, "I'll pay $1,000 for the use of it, as long as
the siren and lights work." He wants to know what's going on but! don't say shit. I just give
him the stack in crisp $20 bills. He says, "It will be ready whenever you need it." I tell him it'll
be a week from Friday. He says, "Alright, cook." Last but not least, I talk to Black Bag Mama.
I tell her I'll give her $5,000 to help me run an insurance scam and play the part of a paramedic.
She asks only two questions:
"Will the cops come?"
"No, you'll be long gone before then."
"You paying in cash?"
I give her $2,500 then and tell her all the stuff I will need. I tell her to go ahead and buy it, tell
me the cost and I'll reimburse her when I pay her off. She likes the upfront way I do business. I
tell her to take off work on a week from Friday. I pay $500 cash for a 'Si Cadillac Sedan Deville
from the car shop owner. It's not in good shape but for what I need it for it doesn't have to be.
Now with all the players on board, I am helping Tae rehab his body and leg. He lost 10 pounds
but now, after three hard weeks of working out, running, walking and eating a lot of fish and
chicken, he's looking good, and his leg is almost healed.
When I first told Tosha what I had planned, she said, "No way in hell that's gon work." I tell her
to shoot hole in it. Every different problem she raises, I have a answer for. She went to work the
next day and looked at the whole layout like I had the night before, we started practicing dry runs
that evening, and now the whole thing is coming together beautifully. I have slowly started
sanitizing the apartment. All bills, mail and correspondence with names on it has been trashed.
The Samantha Jenkins alias is gon be burned after this.
They will eventually put it together, but it's not gon be easy. We took mail at a P.O. Box. The
place is in her name, but employment listed as disabled. The duplex owner doesn't seem the
type eager to help the law anyway. By the time they figure out what's happened, we'll be on I-10
in our truck on the way to our final city and stang, Tampa, Florida
Tango is running with us as we finish out workout and he is happy and hyper. Tae has a female
red nose named Cocoa and she's come into her second heat. She's a virgin and hot to be
deflowered. We've kept them apart the last couple of days but today when we get done running,
we gon let him get on her. At 1 year old and almost 95 pounds of solid brindle pit, he will sire a
champion litter. Tae thinks I'll be here to pick out a puppy, but I'm gon be long gone by then.
Chapter 34
Tosha — I didn't sleep well last night at all. I always catch fits of anxiety when I'm not certain of
the outcome of a situation. I laid there watching Jaime sleep like a baby once we satisfied out
healthy, sometimes insatiable, sexual appetites. His favorite sleeping position, on his back. One
hand full of my ass cheek, one hand crammed in his boxers full of, as he calls it, his anaconda.
Why do niggas hold they dick when they sleep anyway? Tango has a wicker sleeping basket that
he's outgrown but folds into anyway by the door of the bedroom. He's not allowed on the bed
and knows it. He lays there and watches us for a while, then gets up, stalks silently through the
apartment, the comes back and lays back in his basket. He finally got himself a shot of tail, so
now he doesn't hump my leg or go crazy when he watches me and Jaime. These are the only two
male species I love, and I'm good with it. I know that either one of them will kill a nigga to
protect me, and that's a pretty good feeling.
I did finally drop off to sleep around 2:45 am. My alarm went off at 5 am. By the time I'm out
of the shower, the coffee maker has made us coffee Jaime has brought mine to the bedroom. I
can hear him in the kitchen. He's making us both a bowl of— what else? - Lucky Charms. By
choice, we don't talk about what's goin' down. We talk about anything but that. He lets Tango
out to do his business and rolls a cigarillo that we share. The hits I take off the popcorn both
calm and relax me. We are out of the house at 5:40 am and by 5:50 I am kissing him goodbye
and walking from the bus stop to Jannis office building in the heart of the New Orleans
warehouse district. When I clock into work, my partner, and old white man named Seth, is
already sorting and loading all our Friday drops on the truck. Always in the same order, always
in the same spot. On Fridays we carry a extra $15,000, bringing our total to $90,000. I got my
four hours overtime yesterday on count duty. The overtime is divided up so that we each get four
hours a week. Mine comes on Thursday evening when the owner, office manager and two
guards have to count and load the bags. The two biggest bags going on our truck today are the
one for $50,000 that we will drop at the Bank of America down in the busy Port Authority
district, and the $15,000 that we will drop at First Union in the French Quarters.
Bags loaded, I check out my 9min semi-automatic, two clips and bulletproof vest from the small
armory. Everyone is in a jovial mood, laughing and joking as we load up to pull out and all the
vans and trucks head off in different directions. Seth drives while I ride in the back cargo hold
with the money bags. We are headed to the port right now, then to the French Quarter to unload
the biggest drops first. At the second light we come to, the early morning traffic is light. As we
pass through the intersection, out of nowhere we get blindsided by a big, heavy car. It hurts us
on the passenger door and the impact throws me to the floor. Seth's head hits the driver's door
window and we come to a stop. I don't waste time. I ask, "Seth, are you Ok?" I don't wait for an
answer. I open the door all mad and excited and say, "I'ma tell this mutha fucka somethin' right
now!" I jump out as Seth says, "Samantha, no!"
"Stupid mutha fucka! Who the hell taught your ass to drive any fuckin' way? What the hell's
wrong with you?"
The man who sported an afro, bell bottoms and turtleneck sweater was out of the old-school car
walkin' towards me and the open door, and said, "Bitch, who you talkin' to like that? I'm a
pimp!" Then he pulled the big revolver and shot me two times in the chest.
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Ike - "I wake up to a sunrise pullin' out my supplies, got hustle in my eye, can't let the cash die!"
sang H-Town's own Slim Thug. I feel like Fm Boss Hoggin now. Them fool as I.V.P niggas
made short work of that coke. My total profit after paying for the brick was $1,950. I wasn't
sweatin' it though. The 10 niggas are split in groups of five. They put $200 a piece, buy the 28
gram ounce of the Colombian fish scale looking coke. They put 16 grams of baking soda on it,
the compete with the 8-gram split they got for their money. They are trap stars and tennis show
hustlers who work off their cell phones. Each one of them pockets between $300 and $340 every
time they flip it over. The money to re-up has to be equal, so if one sells out, he helps his I.V.P
brother get off his bomb. On the flip side of this, Tatyanna and her girls put up $350 a piece for a
ounce, Step on it with mannitol and bag it in $20 bags to sell in the club.
We are riding together now to make a drop to one of the two crew captains I drop to. Actually,
we are going to the Waffle House on FM 1960 and Imperial Valley. He and I will never speak.
When we go inside to eat, Tatyanna will take the ounce to the ladies rest room, his girl will
follow. Money and product will trade hands. Don't know what they gon do, but Tatyanna and
me gon eat. She pays for our meal, give me $900 and the rest is hers for doing her job. Shee-it,
the ragin' Cajun lovin' the H-Town vibe right now. My system is nice I got street money and
club money runnin' through my hands like water. Never accounted for one the girls customers
getting' busted and givin' her up. She in turn sparked a task force investigation. Same shit
happened when the simple ass I.V.P nigga I beat up got busted speeding down the interstate with
work on him, smoking a wet-laced Newport. He was high as a pine tree when H.P.D busted him.
He didn't hesitate, soon as he sobered up in the sub-station on Cypress wood, he asked to speak
to the detectives. Now the task force go me under surveillance and waiting to make they move.
For now though, I'm getting' it in.
Now we are back at the house, bellies full. I break out 3 grams for us to chill with. We split it
down the middle, I melt mine down and she puts hers in six neat lines. She snorts, I shoot, we
both get good and high. I reach for her and pull the cups of lacy black 4taestyle lingerie bra
down. The dark aureola that encircles her erect nipple comes into view. She lays back on the
bed and I suck on it while I hold her 36 C cup tittles in both hands. She moans out in pleasure as
the euphoria of the coke cycles its way through our bodies. She reaches for and frees my stiff
prick through the hole in my boxers. She continues to fondle me while I take one hand and place
it on the fight, wet V between her legs. Her shaved twat is juicy and fat, her swollen clit is
sensitive to my touch and she moans and pushes her pelvis upward to feel my fingers. I enter her
with first one finger and then two as she humps my hands and ask me to "please fuck me hard." I
roll on top of her and enter her aggressively. I put my rigid cock deep inside while her legs are
wrapped around my ass. Can stroke her but not like I want to. I ride with her until she shivers
and her climax washes through her. Now it's time for me to gets mine. I push her legs back to
either side of her head and slide a pillow under her ass. Fm standing up in it now as I draw my
cock out until only the head is in her, and slam it home as our pelvises crash together, my nuts
slapping her ass. I cum inside her in long, hot spurts. Yeah, now I know I am Boss Hoggin' it.
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Jaime — I dropped Tosha at work then went back home and once again packed the
remainder of the belongings we planned to take. I loaded down the cargo area and back
floorboard of the Yukon and left Tango the backseat. With that done, I got to the 9 th Ward car
shop before either Tae of Black Bag Mama. They showed at 6:30. I walked them in place before
then. Black Bag Mama bought enough shit to have the ambulance looking legit. With both of
them in EMS scrubs and Tango tied up with both food and water behind the shop, I got in
costume — a 10-inch long '70s Afro wig, some maroon bell bottom polyester pants and long
sleeved turtleneck sweater. I had on a pair of Jordans and my grey Jordan sweatsuit under the
outrageous outfit. We got on station at 6:35 and I checked communication on the Radio Shack
hand held walkie-tallcies. They were parked at a convenience store the next block over. They
could hear me loud and clear, and would come in, sirens and lights ablaze, ridin' code blue upon
my command. I waited on the corner two blocks from where the armored truck was gon pass by
at 6:44, I got her texts. "It's all good?" The question mark was asking was I ready. They were
loading up, she was in the bathroom texting to give the other trucks room to clear out. I text her
back, "It's all good!" Then I saw three vans and one other heavy carrier go in various directions
out of their parking lot. Then 45 seconds after getting my text, two blocks north of there I was
sitting, here came her truck. I had two guns, the .40 loaded with 17 rounds in case I get any
action, and the .38 that I had to shop online to buy plastic slugs for. The slugs sounded off like
the real thing but the hard plastic even at point-blank range will not penetrate the skin It will
only leave a nasty welt.
Then gun is between my legs, ready to go. The truck makes the light and is headed in my
direction. The old big body Caddy is gon create quite the disturbance early this morning. It's a
shame because I love old Broughams, and this one with a little attention could be a nice car. I
rev the engine, and the Detroit-built V-8 responds in kind. As the truck clears the intersection, I
held the gas down and moved the selector from neutral to drive. The tires patch out as they grab
traction and the Caddy rockets out into the intersection. The collision with the bigger Ford
shakes me up. I was doing about 35 when I impacted with it. The truck rolls a few feet and the
two separate. I shake my heat to clear it, and get out, and the side door to the armored truck
opens. There she is, coming towards me, cussin' and raising hell. I don't want her to come far. I
have to be able to get the two cloth bags sitting to the left and right of the door. As she's cussin'
me out, I walk right up on her and point the .38 and pull the trigger twice. The impact knocks
her backwards. On her way to the ground, she smashes the plastic, chicken blood-filled capsule
she had in her shirt pocket and it creates a huge, nasty red splotch on her brown shirt. I reach
inside the truck and grab both bags, then tell the old man, "Pop, you better move yo old ass
around or get what that bitch jus got!" he puts the truck in gear and hauls hi ashes!
Now I've got the bags and I'm back in the car. I call and tell Tae, "Now, come Now!" I hear the
sirens crank up as I crank up the caddy, put it in drive and pull off. I flicked up though. I hit the
truck too hard. The fender is rubbing the tire and the radiator is leaking out water. The car ain't
going far. I mash the gas and leave just as I see Tae and Black Bag pull up. They pull out the
gurney and I can see them put in a harmless I.V drip and using a resuscitation breathing device
on Tosha. The truck sped off as they are trained to do. They load Tosha in the ambulance as I
bend the corner. She's gon be alright. Me, I ain't so sure about. Sitting directly opposite of the
beat up as caddy is a N.O.P.D car. He's on the radio. He flips on his lights and races thought the
intersection. As the light turns and traffic starts to move, I look in the rear view. One of them
good private citizens has jumped out of her car and is pointing towards the Caddy as she flags
the cop who was speeding towards the scene. I mash the gas down and start weaving through the
early-morning traffic. I can't outrun the cops in this busted-up ass car. I've got to ditch it. The
radio car has U-turned. He is four blocks back and closing fast. I turn right and ride past traffic
that is sitting still until I get to the next block and turn left driving out of traffic onto a side street.
It's not as busy here and I pull up into one of the parking lots that you pay to park in. I give the
young black attendant two $100 bills, drive in and park. I cut the bags open with Barlowe and
empty their contents into a backpack. Now I strip my clothes and get out of the car with my
backpack. I put both pistols and my phone inside with the money. After wiping down the old
car's steering wheel and door, I use the key and unlock the lightweight Peugeot mountain bike
and peddle out of the lot in my Jordan warm-up suit and head out down the sidewalk as the
N.O.P.D car passes by me looking for a Cadillac with a 1970s pimp driving it. Good luck, fool!
It's always good to have a fall-back plan. Several days ago when I was driving up and down all
these side streets looking for a duck-off in case shit got hot, I paid the youngster $100 and told
him, "Always look out for a white Caddy!" he did just that early this morning, and now I'm
pedaling the big bicycle, hell-bent for leather towards Canal, where I will catch a bus to the 9th
Ward.
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Tosha — Damn, my chest hurts. Tae and Black Bag Mama put me in the back of the ambulance
and I was gone from the scene quicker than Jaime. They got over by the hospital, killed the
lights and kept on going to the 9th Ward area. We pulled into the back of the car shop just as
Jaime had instructed Tae to do. By the time we got to the shop and got out of the ambulance, the
shit was on the news when we walked inside. The reporter was saying that, "The wrecked car
with stolen tags, no registration or proof of ownership was found in a downtown parking lot.
The police have no leads and are still looking for the victim, who has a apparent gunshot wound
to her upper chest but has not turned up at any hospitals. The robber got away with an unknown
amount of money and is still at large." Everybody in the shop's little office cheered except for
Black Bag Mama. Now, both the owner and Tae have about a thousand questions. I didn't
answer much of anything and I wished Jaime would come on. I am worried for him. The owner
said, "You know, I knew that boy was sharp ever since I met him. Damn! Y'all did that!"
I went and got out of the work clothes, put on my jeans and t-shirt and was getting' ready for
when Jaime got here so we could go. The owner had the ambulance inside and was using a torch
on the back of it. He planned to make a tow truck out of it and was gon call himself the Road
Repair Doctor. He will make house calls to your car and tow it for free if it's to his shop.
Everyone was happy and waiting on Jaime. Black Mama hadn't said a word until now. "Well, I
don't 'preciate no nigga mixing me up in some robbery for a measly $5,000. Hell, I spent a
thousand of that on all that bullshit I bought."
I had never been so glad to hear his voice when out of the back doorway Jaime spoke up and
said, "Damn, Mama, if I didn't know better I would say you're sounding like a greedy ol' bitch
right now, it was a job well done, and I got some love to pass around. You ain't gon blow yours
by bitchin', are ya?"
I rushed to him and hugged him He said, "Baby, you alright?"
"Of course I am. I was worried bout you!"
"Well, Fm good. The bus is jus slow, that's all."
We hugged again and he whispered, "Go get Tango in the truck and grab that .40. When I make
my play, cover me!"
"Alright," was all I said. I didn't know exactly what Jaime had in mind, but whatever it was I'm
his chick and I got his back. We now had a Kevlar vest and a .9min semi-automatic to go with
the two .40s and the .38. When I walked out back to the Yukon, I saw a nice bicycle laying on
the drivers side. The backpack was in between the seats, and the keys were in the ignition. I
unzipped the backpack and inside amongst the crispy bills was the .40 I got it out, checked the
magazine and the chamber. Both loaded. I safed the weapon, pushed it into my jeans then
covered it up. I untied Tango and he jumped inside when I patted the seat as we have trained him
to. When I got back in the shop, Jaime had sat them all down and had their attention and was
saying, "I do appreciate everybody's contribution, so the best way to show you is to give you
this" He pulled out the stack of $50 bills and gave Tae $7,000, the shop owner another $1,000,
and the old lady $5,000. "That should buy y'alls loyalty and silence since all y'all was involved.
But since I know there's no such thing as a sure thing, ain't but one way to make damn sure I get
to Cali." He nodded, I upped on them with big .40 he said, "Cover them."
He went in the office, grabbed a roll of duct tape and after lettin' them put up their money, taped
their wrist and ankles together on the couch where they sat. he took out his pocket knife and
shoved it in the tape next to Tae's wrist. "We out."
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Chapter 38
Ike - "I'm gansta, gangsta G-A-N-G-S-T-A," sang Slim Thug and Zero through the big, 15-inch
woofers. Tatyanna and I were ridin' back to the North side. I have made a habit of posting up in
the club every Friday. I have also made a habit of taking a trip to Houston's 5 th Ward and buying
a new outfit to wear in the club. I'm stacking my paper, and with two good days from both the
I.V.P and the girls, I will be ready to call Salvatore by Monday. By then, I'll have 4 to 6 ounces
left and at the rate they are going, I don't want to run out, so I'll call and set it up for Tuesday or
Wednesday. It's snowin' on H-Town's north side, and Cajun is the snowman, not Jeezy!
Turns out I may not have to wait until Monday. Tatyanna's phone rang and she turned down the
music to talk. It's one of her girls that work another club called, Houston Dolls. She is holed up
in a little town called Hearne, Texas. This is a small town that, like so many small Texas towns,
is built around cattle, farming, and natural gas wells. One supersedes the other, as most of the
gas well strikes are discovered in the middle of some cattle rancher's pasture of one of the
farmer's soybean or peanut fields. Turns out that her girl has a rick trick out there who runs a
land-management company. He negotiated leasing and drilling contracts between the natural gas
company and the landowners. He receives a percentage of both his contract and the drilling
rights. He is executor for all landowners. Every quarter when the company cuts the profit check,
they put it in his name. He in turn cashes it takes his cut then distributes the cash amongst the
landowners per their agreement. It's a large amount of cash - $40,000 (well, $38,000 now). She
bought 2 ounces from Tatyanna two days ago and has been out at his house ever since. It's a 15acre spread. He owns the four-bedroom house and stays there by himself. He got so high early
this morning on the good coke that he has to stand under cold shower for 15 minutes. I've been
there! Anyway, while he was in the water, she found the cash in the desk drawer of his office.
For 1 ounce and $1,000 of the money, she is gon leave the side door unlocked and engage him in
some good hot sex while we come and get the money.
Tatyanna gives me the phone. I have now pulled over and I'm listening to her. She says, "The
driveway up to the house is about a quarter mile long. He has one big black-and-tan German
shepherd that runs loose. You should watch him, he kills all the coyotes and foxes around the
property. He's even had a match with a good-size mountain lion, so he ain't nothin' to play with.
Other than that, no problems."
I'm from the country. Been dealin' with heathen dogs since I was 5. for this money, I'll kill that
dog. Hell, for $38,000 I'll kill up a mess of dogs. I told her I was commn' and asked her for
directions. She told me the easiest way to Highway 6 was out in Tomball, Texas. I went back to
the apartment and started making preparations to hit me a lick. First I needed me a silent killer
for that I went to Academy Sporting Goods and spent almost $1,100 on a Browning crossbow
and a night-vision scope. The bow itself has a rifle stock but it don't shoot bullets. This mutha
shoots 18-inch-long, razor-tipped arrows that will reach out and touch that ass accurately up to
250 yards away when the whole 120 pounds of stress is put on the bow cable. I bought a dozen
arrow, but with that a scope and my skills, I wouldn't need more than one. I been huntin' hogs
and deer in the bayous my whole life. One dog wouldn't be a problem. Then I called one of the
I.V.P generals named Gip. I asked him if he wanted to make $5,000 tonight. I gave Tatyanna the
car, took her truck and after dressing out in all black and picking up Gip, I used some fresh
catfish to lure a stray cat into a animal cage. I loaded it into the back or Taty's GMC Envoy. We
used the G.P.S and progranuned the address into the device and we rolled out. Gip is one of the
two I.V.P I deliver to. At 20, he's the most mature of all of them. And he is about his money. He
ask me what his function was. My plan was to kill the dog from the road and walk up the
driveway. Since I didn't want him to know how much money I was after, I figured it best to go
inside by myself. I would have him drive slowly up and down theisolated two-lane road and
wait for me to call him on his cellphone.
Gip said, "Well about this $5,000 I'm suppose to get. I want mine half and half, if you want to
pay it off like that." Since I'm in the business of moving coke, not sittin' in it, I said, "Hell, yeah,
that's a bet." I followed the GPS heading east on Highway 6 until we reached Hearne. I drive
through the little Dairy Queen town and to the outskirts between Hearne and another small town
named Franklin, Texas. I turned on the two-lane country road that led to pay dirt. She told me I
would know which house it was by the big Texas A&M logo that was a handcrafted mailbox.
When we passed by it, I texted her, "Start fuckin', Fm here!" We pulled the GMC over on the
shoulder and killed the lights. The night was overcast and pitch-black, only a silver of the halfmoon shined in the sky. The cat, who was happy and full on catfish filets, sat in the tiny animal
pen. I had Gip put on gloves, reach in and pick up that cat. I got the bow and scope loaded and
ready. I told him on three to heave the cat into the fenced-off pasture. The yelp that cat mad as
he flew through the air made the watchdog sit up.
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Jaime — unfuckingbelievable! $52,000 from the simple ass armored car. After overpaying
everybody and being so good-hearted, we are still strapped. It was easy to count as Tosha took
off the bands and threw them out the window on the 17-mile bridge that separates Louisiana and
Mississippi. The new money was $100, $50 and $20 bills. We put $1,000 cash apiece in our
pockets. All told, we now had $135,000. Tosha wanted to go gambling in Biloxi. I had to
remind her that it was only two hours from N.0 I just did a aggravated robbery, to which she
would probably be charged as an accessory after the fact if we were to be apprehended. A casino
which has thousands of cameras to capture pictures of us is not the place I want to chill at. She
insists that she is due some R&R and I better come up with somethin' that has absolutely nothing
to do with scammin, hustling, robbing or shooting, for us both to enjoy, and I need to do so
quickly. To remind her that's the way she met me would only cause more drama.
I do have an idea in mind that just might take her mind off all this bullshit. We pulled into
Mobile, Alabama, and ate some barbecue ribs at a restaurant downtown, then got back on I-10.
Tango had a whole box of rib bones to gnaw at. I let Tosha drive, and I kicked back in the
passenger seat. I got on the Internet and checked the news reports first. It was a little after lpm
and the news was still the same. The police were dumbfounded by the armored truck robbery.
Where was Samantha Jenkins? What happened to the ambulance and the personnel who were
operating it? Now I pulled up the cruise line for Jacksonville, Florida. Turns out there's a
weekend cruise that pulls out at 6pm today, cruises the coast to fort Lauder dale and back to the
Jacksonville port by 8pm Sunday night. A suite for the two-night, two day cruise is priced at
$350 a night. A suite with a balcony and a Jacuzzi was available, so I booked it online using the
keyboard on my smart phone. I have a $5,000 secure Visa card that I put the money on when we
first got to N.0 I gave them that card number, and just like that we were headed to the Port of
Jacksonville for some much-needed R&R. When she asked me why I was so quiet, I said I was
working on my real estate courses.
We passed Tallahassee and got to Lake City, where I-10 and 1-75 merge. I told her to stay on I10, which goes to Jacksonville. We stopped at the rest area and rolled us a cigarillo. We smoked
it and held hands while Tango did his business in the grass. He went chasing after a squirrel and
almost pulled Tosha down when he got to the end of the 20-foot-long leash reel. The animal
outran him up the tree. Tango was getting his momentum, running and leaping off the truck and
into the air. After about the third leap, the dumb ass squirrel, who no doubt thought he was safe
10 feet up in a tree, knew better when Tango grabbed him in his powerful jaws and landed back
on the ground, shaking the shit outta him. He died instantly. This entertained us until some
PETA bitch walked up with her poodle in her arms and said, "I've never seen such violence in an
animal! "I said, "Lady, welcome to our world." We finished our blunt, Tango chewed up the
squirrel. We rinsed his snout off with the hose and got back on the road.
We pulled into the port, gathered our stuff and got on the boat a little after 5pm I had to put down
a $500 pet deposit and sign a waiver releasing them of responsibility if Tango gets on
somebody's ass. Tango was chillin though. We all planned to enjoy the weekend.
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Tosha — Unfuckingbelievable! "A cruise? Are you serious?" That was my response when we
drove up to the baggage transfer area, after Tango tried to tear my shoulder out of the socket. We
enjoyed our blunt, laughed hard at the snooty old bitch and her ugly ass poodle. Jaime got
behind the wheel and had the Port of Jacksonville, Americruise Cruise Lines office programmed
into the GPS on his phone. I got the muzzle for Tango and put it on him. I know how bad he
hates it but I can't have him inside with this many people and take a chance that he will freak out
and bite someone. I took my big bag with my graduation dress and the eye candy blue jeans I
wore when we first got to New Orleans. We cleared the X-ray machines and homeland security,
our guns and the money we left in the truck inside the Port Authority fenced in parking lot.
Right now our money is under 24-hour armed surveillance. No one will go into that lot until the
boat ties up on Sunday night. When we stepped aboard, a porter took our luggage, looked at our
tickets and took off towards the elevator to the honeymoon deck. The cruise ship was luxurious
with elegant paintings, wood paneling and state-of-the-art decor. It looked more like a five-star
hotel that a cruise ship. When we hit the level out suite was on, the hostess showed us a spa,
gym, swimming pool and private dining room. I was in awe of it all. In the cruise package, we
got a two-hour spa session that involved a facial, full body massage, manicure, pedicure and
body waxing. A beautician was on hand to wash and cut my hair. She was a Ethiopian lady, so I
know she knew how to deal with my expensive tracks. I made a hair appointment for 7:30 that
evening.
I already knew Jaime, he would want three things as soon as the room door closed — a blunt,
some pussy and some rest. I would serve him, then come back here to pamper myself for a few
hours. The hostess showed us to the suite and tried to come in and show us around. Jaime tipper
her a $20 and told her, "Thank you." He literally pushed the door closed on her. He had two
hands full of my ass as soon as he turned around to me. He was walking me backwards toward
the couch in the spacious living room. I was lettin' him No sooner had he laid on top of me, the
porter who brought our bags cleared his throat. He was still in our suite. Jaime turned his head,
looked up at him and said, "Bout 45 more seconds you coulda saw a live show that would top
any x-video." The porter only smiled and said, "I'm not a voyeur, sir. Do you have any clothes
for the dry cleaners or laundry?" I said, "Get off me, boy, so I can give this man my stuff," as I
pushed him off me. I sent out my graduation dress and Jaime's dark-grey Kevin Willis suit to get
dry-cleaned. I sent out my Apple Bottoms and his Polo Jeans to be washed and pressed. I gave
the porter $20. He said his name was Raymon and, "Anytime you call ships services, make a
request for me."
Alone at last, we walked around the suite. In the bedroom, the whole back wall behind the bed
was covered with a mirror. It reflected the private balcony where a small Jacuzzi sat in the
corner. This room was a fucken palace, with its king-sized bed, gas fireplace, and scented
candles sitting everywhere.
"Well, baby girl, ain't but one question left to be answered."
"What's that, baby?"
"You gotta get it everywhere in this suite. Where you want it first?"
"Anywhere you want it, Daddy. Any damn place you want it!"
Chapter 41
Ike — For the first 13 years of my life, most of my spare time was spent in the woods and swamps
that populate rural Louisiana with my Grandpa. He was a veteran of the Vietnam War, and in a
lot of ways he was still tryin' to "kill Charlie" out there in those woods. I have watched him stalk
and come within arm's reach of gators, hogs and deer. He used to brag that Smith, Colt or
Browning haven't made a weapon he couldn't master. He was an expert shot with everything
from a pistol, rifle, shotgun, knife, ax and the silent killer I'm tracking the dog with right now. this deadly crossbow. The Indian and French blood in me make a bow and arrow a natural fit for
my hands. Granddaddy taught me how to shoot at both a moving or stationary target. The big
dog, a black-and-tan German shepherd is locked in on his prey as he runs fast and silent across
the small home pasture that separates the big house from the highway. The cat hit the ground,
saw the dog and got in flight mode. I've got the four-pronged, razor-tipped arrow loaded in the
crossbow. The bow cable is set with 75 pounds of torque. More than enough to drop him at his
range of less than 50 yards. I zero in and track the heat signature with the night-vision scope.
He appears as a green image. He's running and trying to angle on that cat and cut him off. As
soon as he turns his body broadside, running across the pasture, I lead him by 6 inches and pull
the trigger. The arrow hits his torso with such force and velocity that it drops him without so
much as a bark or howl. I quickly put the bow in the back of the GMC don my gloves and
backpack, and put my Taurus on in a belt holster I'm carrying the big knife in the backpack on
my shoulders. I jump the fence into the pasture with the dog and jog to where he's laying. I hear
him whimper as he bleeds out. I don't want him suffering, so I pull the big Bowie knife and slit
his throat. He was a good dog, but he's now collateral damage, an obstacle in the way of my
goal. I pull out the bloody arrow, wipe it clean on the ground and put it in the backpack. The
Fiberglass shaft has a serial number that leads the manufacturer, the distributor and, ultimately
the perpetrator, me! I ain't havin' it.
I jog silently across the pasture, jump the fence and Fm in the driveway where his Ford King
Ranch and her Chevy Malibu is parked. I slip up to the side door and try the knob, just as she
said it would be, the door is unlocked. Its open into a kitchen on one side and dining room on
the other. The house itself is nice and is well-kept on the inside. A small light over the oven
lights the hallway on the other side of the kitchen, which is on my left, and the living room and
dining room on my right. I walk down the long hallway. I can hear them behind the closed door
at the end and to the right. I pass by the guest bathroom on the right, and two doors on the left.
One is a spare bedroom. The other is, at long last, his home office. I slip inside and walk
quickly to the big, oak desk that sits facing the door, in front of a big window which faces the
pasture. I get around behind it and pull on the bottom drawer. Damn, it's locked. I try opening
the middle drawer, then try them again. Still locked. I pull out the big knife and pry at the lock
once, twice, and on the third try it breaks and makes a little noise. I still hear the low moans, the
oohs and aahs that are coming from across the hallway. I take off the backpack, unzip it, put the
knife back, then start loading the $1,000 stacks of $20 bills Just as I get them loaded, pack
zipped up and get ready to stand up, I hear the unmistakable cock of the Browning 12 gauge and
a voice say "Reach for the sky or die, you thievin', home invadin' sumbitch!"
Chapter 42
Jaime — I saw the little F.Y.I information sheet. It was on a laminated piece of the ship's
stationary with all the do's and don'ts. It gave directions to flotation vest, our lifeboat, phone
numbers to dial for emergencies, room service, guide, escorts or deliveries. At the bottom it said,
"Do not smoke in the suite." The smoking area was inside the big bathroom, where there was a
vanity mirror, two chairs and a switch that turned on a big fan to suck out the smoke. This was
Where we sat and enjoyed our cigarillo after the ship's animal technician brought Tango to our
room after his rabies shot. He had one as a puppy, but I didn't have his shot records. Now he
was in the suite laying down and gnawing one of his rib bones Tosha had brought with us. We
smoked and talked about what we wanted to do. Eat, the hit the clubs tonight and get our party
on. Tomorrow, relax, swim, take pictures and the casino. There was like 450 guest on the boat
that holds 700, so it wasn't crowded and we looked forward to having fun.
First thing first, though, after smoking our blunt, Tosha got up and started looking around the hug
bathroom. I heard the water in the shower start then not long after that her jeans, shirt, bra and
panties came flying out and hit the floor. That was all the invitation I needed. The walk-in stall
was huge and it was built to freak in, with a floor-to-ceiling mirror inside the stall. It was the
honeymoon deck.. .so go figure. Anyway, I slid in behind her, my shaft already rock hard at the
sight of her soaping her body. I got the washrag and soaped her back as I caressed her thigh,
firm breast. I watched her in the mirror as her head rolled to the side and she manipulated her
clit with her hand, she was masturbating as she watched me in the mirror, and I think I caught
the most intense erection I ever felt as I watched her. She turned around and pushed me back to
the seat where warm water shot up out of jets in the wall. She backed up and said, "Touch
yourself, Daddy." I said, "Say what?"
"I said touch yourself. I want to watch you jack that long, stiff cock off. You watch me diddle
my clit. You can't tell me it ain't tumin' you on. Look how stiff you are. Now, lay back, take
your hand and stroke, Daddy, stroke for me."
She squeezed a handful of shower gel into my hand and pushed it down to my super-rigid cock,
the filled her hand with gel, turned her back to me but positioned where I could see her diddle
her cit. The soapy fingers going inside her pussy, one hand massaging her soapy, brown tittles.
As I watch her, I start stroking my dick. Slowly at first. I'm locked in on her hand inside her
pussy, and I'm going at the same speed. The water hitting me on both sides has washed away the
soap, and my jet-black tool is pointed towards the ceiling as I pump the shit out of him, literally.
She starts to moan as her orgasm explodes. She's cumming. I can tell by the keening sound that
always make Tango bark. If he could hear her now, he would be barking. I can hear her and see
her, and she watched my legs go stiff and knows I'm getting ready to cum. She kneels between
my legs, pushes her tithes together and sticks out her tongue. "Right here, Daddy, put it here,"
as I blast hot spurts of milky-white cum all over her titties and chin, and the feeling is totally
erotic. She puts her mouth on him and deep throats me as she caresses my balls, moving her
mouth up and down and stroking me back to life after just a few minutes. Then she turns around,
sits down on my tool and starts poppin' that pussy and throwin' her ass back on me. She's feelin'
herself now as the arm water hits us everywhere. She rides me like a cowgirl on a horse and we
both cum hard again. I go to sleep, she takes Tango to the spa — all of us both happy and content.
Chapter 43
Tosha — Now I know how Kellis felt when she sang about her milkshake. Had Nas nose wide
open, exact same way Jaime feelin' right now. Left his ass rolled up in the fetal position. He just
don't know it, but that nigga got me "coclunatized" like a mugg. I went to the spa after I took
Tango to the doggie walk. They actually have a 25 x 20 patch of grass with a small elm tree and
a fire hydrant on it. He did his business, now here we are. I still put his muzzle on but he's used
to it and he knows every time I put it on him, it means he's getting' ready to go somewhere. I'm
sitting in the waiting area with a mud pack all over my face, wrapped in a towel, eyes closed,
head back and waiting for my turn on the massage table. In walks a leggy, older white lady, her
female Yorlcie in her arms. She sees Tango and starts her little high-pitched bark. He lets out a
low growl. I call his name, and he settles down. The tall lady says, "Oh, Betty Boop, will you
be quiet and be thankful he's got a muzzle on." The dog keeps on yapping though. The lady, who
has a Scandinavian accent, says, "Don't mind her, she's just horny. She's in heat and desperately
wants to be flicked." I only laugh the close my eyes and sat there with a smile locked on my face
as I pet Tango's spoiled ass. He's got his head in my lap and sniffs at me each time the smell of
sex catches his nose. I rub his head and push his nose out of my crotch at the same time.
The atmosphere and Indo-music are conducive to relaxing, and it's working. The woman speaks
up again when she observes the smile on my face. "Speaking of just got fucked really good, if
you don't mind me saying, it shows on your face even with the mud mask on." I looked at her
and said, "Is it that obvious?"
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Yeah, but your dog helped me by sniffing on you. They can smell sex, you know?"
"Oh, don't I know it. He goes crazy when he hears us together too."
"Damn, I wish I could hear Betty Boop go crazy like that." She moved next to me and said,
"What's your name?" Out of pure instinct, I said, "Sam and yours?" She said, "Ingrid." We shook
hands. Her Yorlde had new jumped down and was sniffing on tango. She had her ass in his face,
and I knew he was ready to pop a woody out of his skin. "Oh, look at her slutty ass ready to
bend over for the first dick she sees." We laughed hard at that. We went through the spa, from
mudpack to massage, manicure and pedicure, hair and facial. She is from Norway and was
crowned queen in this Miss Sweden beauty pageant 18 years ago. She's 36 and still beautiful. I
am strictly dickly, but I have to admit when we both came out of the shower after our massage,
she was looking at my naked body and said, "You have really, beautiful, smooth skin." She
touched my naked shoulder with the back of her hand and it was like electricity shot through me.
I stood there for a moment, not able to speak, eyes closed. "Sam, I love to surround myself with
beautiful people. I would be honored if you and you finance," she said, taking my ring hand as
she slid in close, her 34 B cup breast brushing my shoulder — the erect nipple was hot as fire on
my skin - "would join me for dinner in my suite." Now her little naked body slid in behind me
and her hand left my shoulder. Her touch, light as a feather, moved down and cupped my breast
and her finger played over the nipple. It was like I was in a trance and powerless to stop her.
The spell was broken, thank God, by the knock on the door. The beautician said, "There's a chair
available to whoever's next." I almost screamed, "I'll be right there!" and hurried to my locker to
dress. When I looked up, she was gone.
Chapter 44
Ike — What a dilemma this was. Here I was once again in a me-or-him mode. He had the drop
on me and wouldn't miss at this range. He said, "I outta kill you where you sit, slippin' into my
house in the middle of the night. How in the hell you get past Roscoe anyway?" He was high,
his pupils huge dots in his eye sockets. I had a advantage in that I was hid behind the big, oak
desk, only me head sticking out. I had zipped up the bag already. I slid the big Taurus from its
leather and had it in my hand. I took the safety off and held it inside where the chair was pushed
in under the desk. He said, "Go 'head, boy, try some slick shit. Give me a reason." I could hear
the white chick screamin', "Harlan! Harlan! Take these fuckin' cuffs off me right fuckin' now!"
"Shut you little saddle tramp ass up! I'ma deal with this high-yella house nigga, then I'll deal
with you nigger-dick lovin' ass."
He gave me both opportunity and motivation. I fired the heavy, high-caliber Taurus! The big
pistol spat flame and the sound under the desk was deafening. The slug tore a hole in the oak
panel on the front of the desk the size of a fist, then it hit him in the leg. He fired the Browning
as he fell backwards, the shot shattering the double-pane glass in the window. Works for me.
Hopefully I won't get cut up as bad now, I thought to myself as I ran and jumped through the
glass, backpack in one hand, Taurus in the other. I covered my face as I made impact and hoped
for the best. I hit the ground on the other side and moved out of the line of fire. I couldn't leave
the white chick behind. I couldn't leave him alive. I also didn't want to go back in that house. I
could hear him now, cussin' at me as he clutched his wounded leg. He fired two more times at
the window, tearing big chunks of drywall loose as he lay there in the doorway, his leg bleeding.
To the best of my knowledge, a Browning pump held eight shells. He had fired three times
already.
I made up my mind as I crept back to the side door and eased it open. He was on the phone with
the sheriff's office. I slid in along the counter in the kitchen and crept silently down the hallway.
He was sitting just inside the office, telling the 911 operator he thought I was still outside, but he
was wounded. The shotgun lay on his lap, the girl was naked and cuffed to the bed. I drew back
the butt of the pistol and caught him flush on the jaw. He dropped the phone and fell over
sideways, knocked out. I did him the same as the dog, pulled his hair back and slit his throat.
Now it's a homicide. She's left her DNA all over his house, just a matter of time until they find
her. With my mind made up, I stepped into the bedroom, raised the Taurus and shot her two
times, point-blank range with the high-caliber pistol.
I speed-dialed Gip, who was just passing the driveway and told him, "Code red! Code red!" He
burned rubber stomping the brake. I was out the door running down the driveway wide open.
He skidded to a stop and I move him over, the only nigga I trusted behind this wheel was me. I
got in, turned the Envoy around in the narrow driveway and pulled on to the highway. I had rode
down the narrow two-lane about 150 yards when two sheriffs cars and a constable Tahoe shot by
me with lights on and no sirens. I rode the speed limit until they bent the curve out of sight.
Then I floored the small SUV and put some distance between me and them.
Chapter 45
Jaime - "Watch out for outfits ridiculous, in tha club looldn' so conspicuous and waah these
women all on tha prowl, if they hold the head steady I'ma mild tha cow." My baby was actin' a
fool in the dance floor. The Usher, Lil John and Ludacris can still pack a dance floor. Hell, I
don't even dance and that shit will make me move. Her and Tango came in around lOpm she had
picked up our laundry and dry cleaning. She put on them jeans with the holes goin' up both legs,
them stripper heels and that low cut ass blouse. The skimpy half bra was fightin' a hell of a
battle to hold her business in. fresh from the spa, haircut and styled, jewelry blinging. I ain't just
blowin' her horn. Tosha is a dime piece. She's already got that high, round ass, but them heels
got her shit sittin' up like dirty laundry. I got dressed in my Polo jeans, Big horse shirt and black
Polo boots. We ate at the buffet right before we came here. Now after an hour, three shots of
tequila, and the two pitchers of frozen margaritas, she is well on her way to being lit. I'm sittin'
back in the booth watchin' her just dance and get loose. She danced with a couple of guys and
that doesn't bother me as long as they show respect.
What I'm puzzled about is the tall white chick with the platinum-blond hair and long ass legs.
The D.J keeps them on the floor with David Banner, Twista and Busta Rhymes rent of "Real
Girlz." The white chick is wearing a black cocktail dress that is so sheer it's like pantyhose. As
she dirty dances with Tosha, I see flashed of her lacy panties there is no bra, and her nipples are
hard and look like small grapes mounted on her chest. They are freakin' out so hard and going at
it so strong that the D.J has put his spotlight on them and said, "Hot chick alert, claim one glass
of whatever y'all are drinkin' at the bar. Tell em D.J Dave sent ya. Anymore hot chicks in the
house?" They got the party rockin' as all the women danced trying to get spotlighted. The song
ended and they hugged each other. It didn't last long, only a few seconds. Then they kissed each
other. Damn, Tosh, what the helP
The woman took Tosha's hand and led her off the floor. They went to the bar and got their
drinks. Tosha bought another pitcher of frozen margaritas, Long Legs trailing her, and they carne
to the booth. Tosha introduced us. I shook her hand, and about that time a waiter appeared with
three shots of tequila. So we did another shot, and both of them were real close to drunk. I
didn't think now was the time to ask Tosha anything. Ingrid was an older white chick on a cruise
by herself. What's really catching my eye is all the black onyx jewelry she's got on. The rinds,
bracelet, earrings and necklace are real and all expensive. The Red Bottom heels are $1,800
shoes, the dress is Prada. Bitch is strapped, and right now her and Tosha are BIT status. I think
I'll see how all this is gon play out. They talked, held hands, laughed and danced the night away.
They tried to pull me into their conversation, but I was in observation mode. Up to now, if you
woulda told me Tosha had a lesbian or at least a bi side to her, no way would I have believed it. I
ain't mad about it. In fact, I'm hard as steel at the thought of them together. Also, the hustler side
of me is trying to figure out how to stick her ass up. As it turns out, I didn't need to study on it
that hard. It's going on 3:30 am and they came back from yet another dirty dancing expedition.
The damnedest thing I've heard yet was Tosha askin' me, Baby, can we take Ingrid back to the
suite with us?" Game on!
Chapter 46
Tosha — Oh man, my head. Damn, my shit feels heavy as a watermelon. I guess all those shots
an margaritas will do it to you, but that ain't it. I ate good at the buffet line, nothing healthy. I ate
a burger, then fried and then onion rings. Greasy ass fried food. I knew I was gon drink heavy.
It was that damn X-pill I took from Ingrid in the bathroom. She actually knelt down and tasted
my pussy in the stall. We kissed and fondled each other too. She talked me into asking Jaime
could she come into our bedroom and watch us fuck. He actually said yes. I thought he would
be pissed at the way I carried on with her. I was on her like a cheap dress. She's got that whole
Sharon Stone "Basic Instinct" thing going on and, I can't lie, her sex appeal is high octane.
Damn, it's all coming back to me now.
I've got X-pill hangover, but I definitely remember her pulling up a chair and watching Jaime put
it on me. I remember him having me a doggie style. I looked over at her and she had on leg
propped on the chair, touching her clit, she never got naked, but with that sheer black number on
she didn't have to. Jaime and her never touched, but I could tell how turned on he was watching
her masturbate, her watching his thick cock bang my pussy up. She got in and slid in under me
on the bed. She was kissing me and sucking on my nipples. When she pushed my fifties
together and sucked on both my nipples at once, I came so hard and loud. The pill made the
whole experience seem like a dream. After Jaime got his in, he did as always, went to sleep as
we talked quietly in the bedroom. I was still blowing up and horny. When I walked her to the
door, she pushed me onto the couch as we kissed good night, and she ate my pussy until I came
again. Then she left. What time is it?
Anyway, it's 12:30pm Damn, Fm sleeping the cruise away. I rolled over and felt for Jaime. He
wasn't in bed. I looked up and he was sitting on the balcony, leftover breakfast dishes pushed to
the side, laptop on the table, and he was reading intently. Tango was sitting at the clear,
Fiberglass balcony, just watching the ocean pass by. My breakfast was sitting on the small table
in the suite. My baby knows me well — a western-style omelet, toast, hash browns and coffee are
just what I needed to start feeling normal again. Damn, he's so good to me. I feel so guilty about
acting like a ho, especially after we have worked so hard to gain each others trust. I hope it don't
cause problems. I tried to eat as I watched him. He was really locked in and concentrating on
what he was doing, as he wrote in a notepad. After eating half my food, brushing my teeth and
taking a quick shower, I walked out on the patio and sat down. Tango came to me and laid his
head on my knee. I said, "Good morning, Boo." He was quiet as he finished writing, then looked
up and said, "Good morning, freak-a-leak" with a big smile on his face. I covered my face with
both my hands and said, "I am so embarrassed." He said, "Don't be. I got the 411 on the whole
deal, and I got me a game plan."
Once again I am totally in the dark about what he's talking about and I ask him, "Jaime, what you
got goin' on?"
"You want to know, I'll tell you. Your Norwegian sex kitten is loaded and I plan to ease her
burdensome and carry it off with us. If you're apprehensive or havin' second thoughts, you
should probably know what she's equipped with game and you were drugged almost the instant
you met her." He ran it down to me after I told him the whole story of out meeting. He had
Googled her and really had the 411. I was pissed at first but, as always, he's my man. He talked
me down, got me on track, and now it's time to lick this bitch!
Chapter 47
Ike - "They talk a lot of shit about after Fm gone 'cause they fear me I the physical form, let be
known I'm troublesome." I listen more and more to the Tupac these days. Yes, I believe he was
somewhat prophetic in his music, when he sang of street life and thug living. Gip is my man, we
rode in silence in the GMC. He showed me a lot by not being all excited, asking a bunch of
questions. He played his position and waited until I spoke up and asked him, "How much y'all
got saved up if you pool your money?" I had thought about it. The only logical move to make at
this point is sell them some weight and break off of the two and three times a day contact I been
having with him and the other captain. "I'll sell you a whole brick for $24,500. That will cut into
my profit, but you helped me eat so I'ma do the same."
"Will it be the same uncut product we been getting?"
"Of course it will. My shit don't change. It comes from the same source every time."
"I'll tell you what. You settle up with me and give me til Friday to do my thang and I will buy it
by myself."
"Aw, hell, Gip you getting' it like that?"
I been stacldn' my chips waiting to make a major move. I'm hoping that this is it."
As we made it back to H-Town early in the morning, I dropped him off and told him, "I'll call
you in a bit with your issue." Thirty-eight racks on one lick. I had to pay him $2,500 and 2 and
a half ounces. I was gon give him three as a show of good faith. I also wasn't playin' no games.
I called Salvatore on my home and told him, "I need two of them tweety birds."
"How soon?"
"Yesterday."
"They will be in the same location, but not the same spot. Call me when you're on station."
"Solid." We disconnected. Jus that quick I was getting ready to become a major player. The
morning news came on at 5 o'clock and Tatyanna watched it on the small fiat-screen in our
bedroom. She didn't say anything as the reported told of the two bodies discovered in an
apparent home invasion, robbery that went bed. The police have no suspects. I told her, "Find
us a house to rent and figure out what you plan to say to the cops about her phone call to you.
"she nodded her head as a tear escaped her eyelid.
"You know if it could have been done different, it would have." She said, "I know." I told her,
"We're on our shit. I need you to make a run with me." Tatyanna's a soldier. All she said was,
"When?" "Bout an hour from now." She had been dancing all night and hadn't been to sleep.
She only said, "I'm gon need some gas."
"You got that. Get your shower and get ready to ride. I have to make a quick drop. I'll be back
in 10 minute." I called Gip and said, "Denny's parking lot, back side, in 5." I met him, gave him
the money and coke, and he said, "Got a surprise for ya."
"Gip, I don't like surprises." He left the money on the console of Taty's truck and pulled $22,000
in drug money, $50 and $20 bills, out of his jacket pockets and laid it on top of the $2,500. He
said, "I saw the news, and I know you ain't nothin' to play with. I need you to know I'm serious
about mine and won't stand for anybody getting' in the way, friend or foe." I gave him dap and
said, "rn get up with ya." I didn't want him knowing my moves. Fm paranoid by nature. I
parked the Envoy behind Hertz, rented a car, called Taty and told her, "Call a cab and go to WalMart in Spring, Texas. There's 2 grams in the nightstand in the "Friday" movie DVD holder." I
drove out of Hertz, parked across the street from my apartment and let the cab with her in it
leave. I waited a beat, the followed that cab, I couldn't see a tail, but too much money was on the
line to be careless.
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Part III: The Mansion Heist
Chapter 48
Jaime — The best way to get solid information on a woman is to check her purse. When her and
Tosh got up to dance, I went to get a link pen at the bar. The bartender the comment, "Damn,
you're lucky dude."
"How so?"
Your girl is hot, and she's got the very rich, always homy Ingrid on her tail!" I said, "You know
her?" He said, "Bro, look around. Everybody knows her. Her late husband owned this boat and
three more just like it. He left her everything. She's loaded, and she's a party animal. She sold
the boats but keeps a presidential suite on each one and rides first class ticket package whenever
she wants to ride. Hey, you didn't hear that from me, but enjoy ourselves."
He went back to work, I got the pen and a hot coffee. Time to sober up and get on my grind. I
got back to the table, opened her purse, read her Florida driver's license. It listed a Fernandina
Beach address. I wrote it down. I continued to look in her stuff and found a bottle full of X-pills
and another bottle that had writing in Scandinavian letters. It was a 5-ounce bottle. I opened it
and sniffed it. The little bit that got on my finger gave my had a tingling sensation that soon
passed through my body and had me feeling high but euphoric and erotic, I was hard as steel! I
wrote down the lettering and the manufacturer. I was sure that the constant had holding and
contact she was doing with Tosha is what had her acting like she was. Now I have translated the
label. It says "Fuck-U" Motion lotion. According to the label, it is a form of bottled-up Ecstasy
that causes a euphoric affect when applied to the skin. I also found out the chemicals used to
make it are extremely dangerous and although it's a big seller in European and Asian markets, it
will never get FDA approval for the U.S.A. So she was a 36-year-old freak with too much
money and time on her hands. I saw how she was watching my tool last night and even tried to
reach for it when Tosha and I switched positions. She just sat there in the chair close to the bed
and finger-fucked herself to a orgasm. I got done and fell back on the bed like I was asleep. I
watched them through the crack in the door, and Ingrid can eat up some pussy. I bet she's a fool
on a dick head too. I know
ru never find out, Tosha is a jealous girl, and I hate it for that bitch
if she tries to put her hands on me. Although Tosha got head from her, why can't I?I know why I
can't. Too much drama. I have already explained to her that in order for this to work, she is
gonna have to pretend that she's alright with it. She might have to play up to the bitch again and
absorb some more of that shit.
Our plan is to go home with this bitch. Fernandina Beach is the home of the Saw grass Resort
and Country Club. The country club itself hosts two major P.G.A events every year. There's a
24-month waiting list for membership, and how much does it cost to be a member ? You can pay
$125,000 a year or write a check for a cool million for a lifetime membership. Ingrid Swenston,
according to her Google page, is a lifetime member. In fact, she resides in a six-bedroom
mansion whose backyard faces the 18th fairway. The bitch is strapped like the feds. Since she is
so starved for affection that she feels the need to use a dangerous chemical concoction to get it,
then ain't notin' at all unfair 'bout how Tosh and I fixin' to play her ass.
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Chapter 49
Tosha — I sat there and read the laptop and read all about that Fuck-U bullshit. I can't lie, though,
that shit is a fool. Had me open and feelin' so damned good. I hate it that she gave it to me
without my knowledge or permission. That's what's got me pissed, and that's what's gon get her
ass hit. She don't know it, but she just fucked with the wrong youngsters. When Jaime told me
his plan and the best way to i work it, I was skeptical at first and didn't want to do it. He said,
"Fuck it, then. Shit ain't gon work no other way." so here I am in my two-piece bikini swimsuit
going up to the presidential suite. I don't call because I want the element of surprise on my side.
The presidential suite is on the level right below the pilot house and next to the ship's captain's
stateroom. I knock and I can hear her dog come to the door barking. It takes her a minute, but
she opens that door and she is wrapped in a silk robe that's tied loosely at the waist. I don't say
anything I step into her suite and start kissing her. I let my hand slip inside her robe and fill it
with her titty. The nipple stiffens between my fingers. My other hand is groping her ass I rim
my middle finger down between her cheeks. Now I'm in my act. She makes it easy because she
really is gorgeous. She's taller than me by 4 inches, and she moans out loud when I touch her
swollen clit with the same hand I had on her ass. I break the kiss, walk past her and tell her, "I've
got some news you ain't gonna believe." She follows me inside. "I thought the honeymoon suite
was plush. It doesn't compare to these digs."
"Yes, baby, I've got three more on all my late husband's boats. It's part of the stipulation when I
sold them."
"You never told me about that."
"Oh my dear Sam, there is much about me you don't know. You, by the way look totally
smashing in that swimsuit. The sarong complements it. Those heels your wearing will have
tongues hangin' out. Shall we go to brunch and then down to the common poolside and grace the
eyes of the peasants with true African and Norwegian beauty?" We laughed together, and it was
all part of the act "Yes, my dear," I said with mock snootiness. "But first, I must tell you that
James (which is hot I introduced her to Jaime) had the most amazing time. We discussed it this
morning as I ate his dick for breakfast. He wants a threesome with us and, I have to admit, the
idea of him fucking you with that delicious dick he's got while you and I find a way to occupy
our lime turns me on like you wouldn't believe Thing is, he doesn't want to do it here on the
boat. He wants to be totally uninhibited. He's got this thing about rough sex. Nothing painful or
dangerous, just aggressive and exciting!"
"Eeeewwww I love the sound of that, and I have the perfect place — my house. Baby I've got a
$6 million home on Saw grass Resort, 35 miles south of Jacksonville."
"Well, baby," I said, playing my position, "if you can hold out until we get off this boat, you are
in for a time that you won't soon forget."
"Damn, I can hardly wait. Come on, all this has me terribly wet. Can I treat you to some head
before lunch and a swim?"
"Lead the way, babe. Lead the way."
Chapter 50
Ike — When I first got the call, I couldn't believe it. But as it turns out, it's a true story. I want
y'all to know that if I wasn't already convinced that Gip was and is a stand-up nigga, I believe it
now. It's been a couple of days since I dropped the brick on him How he's moving it or to
whom he sells it, I couldn't care less. After paying the $37,400 for two of them, I got the
$24,500 from him up front, so that along with the $11,000 I have saved, plus a brick for the girls
to move have me on my grind and lookin' good. That is, until Gip called and told me to meet
him for a late-night burger and fries, we needed to talk. We met at Whatabuger and ordered our
food. After getting situated to eat, he says, "I got a sister-in-law who works as a jail deputy at the
sub-station on Cypress wood. I was at my brother's crib the night before last. She saw my I.P.V
tattoo, of which all the brothers have one. She noticed it when I was playin' with my nephew and
said, 'You know one of your boys is workin' with the task force detectives?' Turns out she was
processing the nigga in after he got caught with 6 and a half grams of work and a strike of wet.
He was his as a kit while she was processing him but when he sobered up he asked to speak with
detectives from the narcotics task force. She said she heard them tallcin' about sevin' a warrant
on a dude nicknamed 'Cajun."
I sat there quietly just eating and listening. He said, "We've been A-1 with each other. Not only
are you my connect to what's good, you a legit street nigga and these streets need more like us in
them."
"So, does this Judas nigga in your camp have a name?"
"Yeah, Dwayne Cantrell. It's D.C. The bitch nigga you got at for disrespectin' your peeps in
Entyce "
"Are you fuckin' Kidding me?"
"fraid not, my nigga. She called a while ago and said they was getting' ready to run up in your
shit and search it. I don't know how long they've had you under surveillance, but he got knocked
and released about two and a half weeks age."
Now with all my sense on high alert, I ask him, "So why you meetin' me here tellin' me all this
shit, Gip? Why not call me to the hood or come to my house?"
"Because this shit is very public, open enough that we can see what's cotnin' or where they are at.
Also, I know if you're feelin' like I was feelin' when I heard this bullshit and you were anywhere
close to that nigga, you would of took off lookin' for him right then, found and blasted his ass."
"You damn sure got that right."
"Well, you already know the nigga is on the block, my block. There woulda been a nasty
shootout ' cause his I.V.P brothers wasn't gon let you come on out block, in our hood, blastin'.
But I'm getting' ready to call all of them and give them the rundown about the nigga snitchin' and
tryin to fuck off our connect. Don't non of them nigga know that I got a brick from you. I been
getting' money from both crews, the same stack for a zip. I keep five or six cooked up. I am
pocketing $800, and the other $200 is goin' in a fund for any brothers who get popped. It goes
straight to a lawyer who we all gon use if we need him. He keeps half as his retainer and the
other hundred is kept for a bondsman he uses. Ain't no I.V.P gon ever have to sit in that funky
ass jail for long."
"So what's up with this snake ass nigga D.C?"
"I plan to drop his ass from our roster. He's no longer under our colors as soon as I leave here
and contact everybody, Fm gon to tell them to not say anything to him, let him believe it's all
good. You want us to handle him?"
"Now, Gip, I betta check this nigga out the game myself."
"Yeap, I figured you was gonna say that." He slid me a piece of paper as he stood to leave. It
had the nigga's address on it.
Chapter 51
Jaime — It worked just like I said it would. In order to catch any wild animal, all you need is the
right bait. Tosha was the lure. I stayed away from them and spied on them from a distance the
whole afternoon. She has Ingrid talking and shopping at the same time. I watched as Tosha
shopped and bought both her and I three new outfits apiece. All top designer label originals, all
very expensive, all charged to one of Ingrid's credit cards. The crazy bitch even bought a $400
custom-made leather jacket for Tango. They had him measured and the animal tailor was
working on it. After they spent the afternoon together, both Tosha and I dressed in our formal
clothes. The dark-blue Kevin Willis double-breasted suit fits me very well, and I look like a
male model in it. That $1,200 dress I bought Tosha for her graduation is looking damn good on
her as we prepare to have dinner at the captain's table. This is tradition and part of the package I
paid for. Dinner the last night of the cruise is a big deal, even though it's only two nights out.
We tie up in Jacksonville tomorrow evening.
As we approached the table, it was all done up with fine china and sparkling silverware. We all
had place setting cards on the table, which was made up for 16 people. My card was between
Tosha and — who else?- the blonde Norwegian cougar, Ingrid. One thing I will say, if Tosha is
not curvaceous — (as we walked in and greeted everyone, all the men's eyes jumping out of their
heads)- then Ingrid is definitely the most glamorous. All the years spent walking runways and
working stages in beauty pageants serve her well now. She seemingly glides into the room,
greeting everyone with air kisses, in a shimmering dinner dress, low cut and sheer in front, and
backless. Her walk and look say it all: "You will see me, you will acknowledge me and, yea Fm
the shit." Champagne flutes are being passes about in the private dining room and the old, white
captain, complete in a dress uniform dinner tux, brings everyone to attention with a small,
sterling silver dinner bell. He offers a "welcome," then give a toast to all the special guests. He
impresses everyone with his memory as his eyes travel from guest to guest, saying all of our first
names. I watch for Ingrid's reaction to our real names, but she is in the ear of some older white
man that is seated on her other side. As we all start to sit down after the toast, I am not without
etiquette and hold Tosha's chair for her. I'm 6'3" so as I slide myself into my chair, my crotch is
even with the armrest of her chair. The bitch, Ingrid, runs the back of her hand over my dick as I
sit down. We dine on our preordered meals. I ordered a Texas-sized rib eye, dinner fries and
green bean casserole. Tosha had blackened grilled trout. We ate, and drank cognac after dinner.
I puffed on one cigar and took the other to roll me and Tosha a blunt up later on. Dinner broke
and per our plan, Tosha went back up to the room and made it known I was going to the casino.
I took $1,000 cash to play on the $20 blackjack table. I have rules and perimeters on this
gangling shit. I hate giving these fools my money. So I lose the stack, I'm done. If I get up to
five stacks, Fm done. Along the way I may quit is Fm winning and start losing.
I'm sitting at the table, playing the game, and Ingrid slides up next to me and says, "Is it true that
you like to spank bad girls?"
"Yes, it is. If they have been real bad, I'll pull their hair or choke them. If they are really, really
bad, I handcuff and then force feed them somethin' long, hard and black. And they better
swallow it, I get mad if they try to spit."
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"Oh my God, you evil thing. I just came in my panties."
Chapter 52
Tosha — So far, so good. I knew when I told Jaime I was tired and wanted to rest for a while that
this super head bitch would go to the casino where he was at. He has his IPhone on speaker so I
can hear everything that's being said. Jaime is on his grind and ready to hit a lick on this bitch.
So why am I sittin' here jealous and madder that a mutha fucka? He's playing his position. After
all, this horny bitch ate my pussy so fuckin' good while she fingered herself. Truth is, I would
have done her too. When I asked her about it, she said, "I'm good. Fm saving it for all 10 inches
of that beautiful Mandingo you're so used to getting." I wanted to hit that ho right then. That
was right before we went to the mall level to shop. She said, "when you see what you like, grab
it, I got you. I see two beautiful things I like! You taste divine, and I can't wait to taste him, so
by all means, dress him too!" I don't know, I guess this butch thought since she was spending her
cash she had an all-access pass to me and my man. Of course, that's what she thought. That's
what we want her to think. So! stopped trippin' and spent up a quick $11,500 on her credit
cards. I got me three outfits, a pair of shoes, and we bought matching lingerie sets that we
planned to show off together at our ménage a trios. I bought Jaime two pairs of Polo jeans, Tony
Llama ostrich-skin boots, and since we were both big NBA fans, I bought him a jersey and
matching hat to all 32 teams.
Right now I'm listening to him talk freaky to this bitch, and it's all I can do to sit here and take it.
I also know that I can't do anything to blow this for sure lick. That would piss Jaime off real bad.
I listen to him tell her he's gon force feed her his dick and she better not spit. "Eeewwww, nigga,
over my dead body will that bitch ever have any of the." She thinks she is though. Hold up let
me listen to this shit.
"James, I would like a small preview or at least a viewing session of what I am more than willing
to pay for."
"Well, I only have two problems with that. The first being Sam. I thought y'all agreed that our
night would be spent together, at your house?"
"We did and we will. But do you know how much I am willing to spend to see this fantasy come
true, or how much I've already spent? All I want is a little look-see. What's wrong with that?"
"Well, my second problem is I'm gambling, trying to win me some money."
There was silence, and the she said. "How much are you trying to win, James?"
"Fm trying to turn this $1,200 into $5,000, then
ni be done."
"What if I turned it into $5,000 cash right now? Could I get a preview of the goodies?"
"How you plan to do that?"
She didn't hesitate. She said, "Frank, oh, Frank," calling the pit boss over.
"Yes. Mrs. Swenston, may I help you?"
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"Frank, I would like a $5,000 line of credit brought to this man in cash light now. Take it from
my company account, please?"
"Yes, m'am, right away. Sir, how would you like the money?"
"You can bring it in $100 bills, please, Frank. Just so we are clear, let me understand this. For
this money you want to go to your suite and do what?"
"I want to see you strip naked out of that suit. I really am bad and I want it in my throat. I
promise not to spit! After all, it looks delicious."
Frank came back and said, "Here you go, sir, $5,000 cash. Mrs. Swenston, could you sign
authorization, please?"
"Well, how bout it, James? Is there going to be a viewing session?"
"Oh no the hell we ain't" I said as I disconnected the call and started puttin on my jeans and Tshirt. I grabbed Tango, put the leash on his harness but didn't put his muzzle on. "Come on,
Tango, you might get to take a big bite of some pretty, Norwegian ass. We goin' to the
presidential suite."
Part III . The Mansion Heist
Chapter 53
Ike — First off, I only trust any bitch so far. When I got the news that they planned to raid the
apartment, I didn't really sweat it much. Ain't nothin' in my name, and ain't nothin' but six
months state jail time in there. We had a half a ounce we were freakin' out with earlier and about
$400 cash in the bedroom drawer. The pistols, kilo and $30,000 cash was riding in the trunk of
my car. Actually, the money was in a metal, magnetic case and stuck to the top of the gas tank in
a specially build mount to hold it along with both the .41 Taurus and a Glock .40 semi. I decided
long ago that Tatyanna had a habit and although she might intent to keep it 100, that habit and
the life she leads make her grimy. After all, she shed a tear for the white girl, but she is still
selling and using the coke she knows came from that robbery. All this after she sat 10 deep with
her stripper friends at the memorial service, all of them high on some coke, most trying to find a
lick in the form of one of the dead girl's many johns.
Anyway, whatever. The only way I could ever put total trust in any bitch around this much coke
is if she absolutely hated the sight of it. So I mostly ride with it and I'm always gon ride with my
cash. My pistol is like American Express, "never leave home without it." How's the old saying
go about being caught with 6 or buried by 12? I did call and tell her to, "Grab that coke, money
and pack a bag with a few days worth of clothes and get out of the house." She didn't make it. I
parked two blocks away at the corner store when I saw all the red and blue lights. I walked to
the Cypress Station Apartments. They were all over the damn place. Task force cops had her
SUV pulled over just outside the gate to the complex. I could see them with the dogs going
through her truck. I walked to the back fence where I could see the apartments from the street.
Boy, were them assholes gon be pissed off when they don't get shit outta there. I am always
cleaning and wiping that place with a bleach/Lysol concoction that I have in a spray bottle,
especially after I get high. I called Gip and told him In fact, if he hadn't called me and made me
go meet him, I would have been inside that place, probably high, paranoid and definitely with a
pistol. ni go into "me or them" mode so quick that there probably would have been a shootout.
When he answered, I asked him the name of the bondsman. I also told him the Delta '88 was for
sale and to move it for me. I'll take $7,500 just like it is, with music, rims and screens in it. He
knew it was a steal and said he would put the word out. Damn it, right now I wanted a stiff shot
of coke, but it would have to wait. I ride to Hertz once again and rented a Ford Escape. I took
my duffel bag with both the coke and money with me. I put my .41 in a waist holster. I got on
the phone and gave the bonding company her name, told them to watch for it to hit the system
then start the paperwork and call me. I gave her a credit card number for a $2,000 bullshit ass
rush card that I carry for shit like renting a car, and getting people to start working as long as
their payment was guaranteed. It works to my advantage when she runs the card number and
starts saying, "Yes, sir, Mr. Deveraux. Right away, sir" I found out that money makes the
monkey dance. It also keeps mouths closed. I didn't know how Tatyanna would react to the
bust. I looked up her hail record, Ninety days county time, twice — once for possession and
distribution and once for credit card fraud. Nobody there to make bond for her either time. Well,
I was gonna get her outta there, and I hope she didn't talk. If she does, she will probably end up
like her girl and this nigga D.0 is gon be. Collateral damage.
Chapter 54
Jaime — Finally, time to get this show on the road. Would have been fun if we hadn't run across
this crazy bitch. I got to give it to Tosha, she timed her shit perfect. After I pocketed the five
stacks, me and Ingrid were walking arm and arm to the elevator. I walked slowly on purpose as
she leaned on me. The doors came open to the elevator, there was Tosha with Tango on his
leash. I acted all nervous, like we were totally busted. "Sam. Sam, wha wha what are you doin'
here ?"
"I was on my way to take Tango for a walk and I was stopping to check on you. What's goin' on?
You two goin' someplace?"
"Oh, Sam, the shrimp scampi has really made me dreadfully ill. I asked James to walk me to my
suite. I feel really weak."
"James, I'll tell you what. Tango is being a brute. Why don't you go walk him and I'm gon take
Ingrid to her suite, okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine with me."
Now Fm waiting for them to bring Ingrid's car around. I've already changed the front plates, and
I'll let them get ahead of me on purpose. I've got a game plan, but it's gonna take a few to put it
together. After I change the plates, I found a black sky cap and ask him, "If I'm going over to
Fernandina Beach, where's the closest hood from there?"
"If you're going to the beach, you're gonna ride all the way to the south side out to the coast, then
down Ala. If you want to get to a hood, get on Mayport Road. You're gonna be riding crosstown
on Atlantic Boulevard. You will see the Mayport Road exit. Take it then turn left. It will go
towards the big Navy base but you're gonna see the hood over behind a line of fast food joints on
your right."
I tip him $20 and thank him just as Tosha and Ingrid ride up in a white-on-white Mercedes Benz
coupe. Tosha is driving. Ingrid has her dog on her lap. She says, "Okay, we've got to ride
across town before we get to Jax Beach and follow a coastal road south to my house. Try to keep
up, will ya?" They laugh as Tosha revs the engine, hits drive and shoots off. It's all going
according to plan. I want Tosha to drive fast and lose me. I have a stop to make before I go to
Ingrid's house. After all, she is gon pay a lot of money for this fantasy, so I want to make damn
sure she gets her money's worth. It's a long crosstown ride. I hang in about halfway, then I fall
back. When we get to Mayport Toad, I exit. I call Tosha and tell her I had a urgent bathroom
break but to keep going. Ingrid gives her instruction to go south on Beachfront Road. It turns in
to Ala and rides south along the coast to Fernandina Beach, Florida. We disconnect just as I pull
onto a block that a McDonald's and a Scoots fast food restaurant sits on. I park the Yukon in the
parking lot in front of the windows of the store where everybody can see it. I have $134,000 in
this truck, but I also have Tango guarding it. I give him some water, let him walk, then crack all
the windows four inches. If they can get past him, somebody will get rich. I take out the .40
Glock and put it on my hip in a belt clip holster. I pull my T-shirt over it and take off walking. I
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have $1,000 in my pockets I divide it and put $500 in each pocket. I'm on my way into a strange
hood to find me a couple of partners, but you know how it is with hoods. Who knows what I'll
find?
Everyone looks at me strange. Probably because Fm a stranger. With my Polo gear and fresh
face, they know I ain't a friend. I might be the law. No one takes a chance until I walk inside the
corner store four blocks from where I left my truck. I buy a cigarillo and a peach Ne-Hi. When I
come out, a brotha on the corner says, "I got some good fillin' for that if you spendin' money. If
you ain't, you should get the hell on or shit might get heavy for you on my block."
"Actually, Fm lookin' to spend a little more than $10, homie, but I gotta tell ya, all that talk bout
shit getting' heavy. I'm a H-Town nigga, in case you didn't know. I was raised where shit stays
poppin' off. So, let's hold them threats, huh? I might take shit wrong, then it'll be some drama," I
said as I lifted my shirt and showed him my Glock and the pocket for the extra clip. He put his
hands in the air and backpedaled slowly and said, "Take it easy. You ain't no po-po?"
"Now, nigga, I ain't no law."
"Alright, then just so you know, sometimes we live for drama, kinda put excitement in shit
'round here." As he said it, he used his foot to use the old denim jacket. Underneath it on the
ground was a Mac-10 Uzi with a hundred-round extended clip.
"Alright, now we got it understood that ain't neither one of us 'bout the bullshit. Let me get to
what's real. I got an old rich broad that wants a couple to freak with. She got a whole bottle of
X-pills and a house in Fernandina Beach. She payin' $700 but I'm keepin' $200 for drivin' up
here to hook it up. She's a good friend of mine so I don't want you to hurt her. Both you and a
chick got to fuck with her though."
"If she's such a good friend, why you ain't fuck her?" Damn good question he shot at me, and
stuck for a better answer I say, "Cause I like transgender, nigga. I got five racks right now. I'm
tryin' to find a couple and get them back to her, then me an my peeps gon bounce. What's up?
You warm get paid of not?"
About that time, a older broad, 'bout 30, got dropped off in front of the store. The nigga was
slick, he said, "Hey, Melissa, warm ride to Fernandina with me to freak with a rich broad? I'll
give ya $100.
"Hell, yeah," was the black prostitute's answer. He ran and got his car, put his burner up behind
the store and drove me back to my truck. We got on the road and headed to my lick's house.
Chapter 55
Tosha - "O000hhhh we're halfway there, aaawwww livin' on a prayer. Take my hand, we'll make
it I swear." The satellite radio played her '80s rock tunes as we rode, top down, on the coastal
road to Fernandina Beach, Florida. It is about 18 miles and a cool little drive, especially in the
AMG Mercedes Benz. The two-door convertible handled like a dream and was faster than a
mugg. I got it up to 100 one time and she said to, "slow down!" It was time for us to bond but I
was gonna play the jealousy thing. I turned down the system on the touch screen volume control
and said, "Ingrid, we been havin' fun and that's cool, but you ain't trying to steal my man, are
you? He told me bout the $5,000 and how you wanted him to get down last night."
"Oh, Sam, don't you dare turn green jealous on me now. I am a party girl, I love to be around
beautiful people. If they attract me like you two do, I will try and lure them into my playroom
and have some hot, fun passionate sex. I am a billionaire widow. I can pay for the pleasure of it.
As Larry Flynt said, "It's just sex."
"Well, why won't you just get you a man, you know, a sex toy?"
"Because, my dear, I'm a Sagittarius, a natural hunter. A boy toy wouldn't allow me the thrill of
the hunt, Sam."
We rode into the small town proper with its small municipal building courthouse, offices and
churches as we approached Sawgrass Resort, a gated community. The private country club was
another half mile down the exclusive road. The houses on this mad were nice. Once we drove
into the gate, she stopped and the security guard, a old white man, said, "Evening', Ms.
Swenston," as he tipped his hat. She passed him a big face $100 bill and said, I'm having friends
over for a get-together. Be a dear and give him directions, okay?"
"No problem, Ms. Swenston. Have a good evening, and good luck, Ms. Swenston."
"Oh, dear. I don't need luck. I am the hunter." We both laughed as we drove in. the houses were
set back from the wide, beautiful streets. All the lawns were very well kept and manicured. The
tall magnolia and live oak trees provided shade as we drove in the setting fall sun. We turned
right and drove down a street with three houses on each side and a big, Georgian-style, brick,
split-level at the end. "Straight ahead and park in the circle drive."
I can't lie. I was impressed. Her house was big and beautiful. Betty Boop jumped out of her
arms and ran across the front lawn to her favorite squat spot and did her business. Ingrid said,
"Welcome to my home, dear. I am so looking forward to our time together." "So am I, Ingrid," I
said, and meant it. Once inside, she said, "You relax, I'll make us a drink. I do hope James
arrives soon. How about a shower, then we'll surprise him with our matching lingerie?" "Sounds
good to me," I said as I pretended to sip the drink. I got up and said, "Come on, let's get in the
water. Maybe it will calm my nerves.
"Well, how about a bowl of some Hawaiian purple Cush?"
"I buy it by the pound and have it shipped UPS. I buy it online, $1,500 a pound. I just got a box
in. I only smoke in the bathroom or on the back patio. I don't want it smelling like a Amsterdam
brothel in here."
We got in the big Jacuzzi bathtub after she ran the water and turned on the jets. I packed her
water bong with the purple bud and fired it up. It tasted like grape juice and it took two hits to
get high. I had to keep my wits about me though. I had shit to do. I had to make sure the cuffs
were out and ready. I planned to give her a massage with the Fuc-U potion and have her good
and homy by the time Jaime got here to close the deal. You beast believe that I wouldn't forget
that 1-pound vacuum-packed box under the bathroom sink. We had foreplay in the tub. I can't
believe that I was actually getting used to being with her. Have I always been so attractive to
women? Have I always been attracted to them? Anyway, Jaime called. He's got what he went to
get and is on his way into the small town right now. I let a very excited Ingrid talk him in while
she was on the massage table in her big bedroom. I put on the latex gloves, got the Fuc-U potion
out of her purse and squirted the whole bottle on her back, along with a warm, scented oil and I
begin to rub it into her back, neck, butt, legs, and getting close to but never touching her pussy.
"Minmnun," she moaned, lifting her ass up, trying to get me to touch her. "James tells me that
for $30,000 cash, you both will stay here a week and play. I agreed to it. He says to get out the
cash and have it ready. He's gonna fuck me as soon as he gets here. Oh, Sam, please tell me it's
okay and that you want to stay."
The fact that I was massaging her with gloves on was lost on her. She was getting extremely
excited as I kept my slow and seductive moves up with my hands and talked to her at the same
time. I said, "Ingrid, if he says it's all good, baby, we'll stay. And yes, you can fuck his brains
out when he gets here. But I don't want to be left out. I want my part of this fantasy also." I was
now running my fingers lightly over clit, through her pussy lips and pausing at the ring of her
asshole. She was so turned on by the touch, she said, "My God, Sam, you've got it. Whatever
you want, baby, you got it. Just please stick your finger in me somewhere?" she begged. "Damn,
what's got me like this'? I've never ... my God, Sam, please ... the dildo my dresser drawer."
"No, not until I get you cuffed to the bed."
"What? That's all you want to do ... cuff me?"
"Yes, but get the money for us first."
"Oh yes, baby, anything." She grabbed a robe off the big bed and damn near ran out of the room.
I can hear her in the den of the house. She comes back with 30 stacks of $100 bills, gives them
to me. I stand up and kiss her. As we rub the nipples of out breasts together, I tell her, "Get the
cuffs and your toy." I get her hands cuffed through the headboard and get the night blinders on
her. She can't see shit. I work the medium-sized penis-shaped dildo between her ass cheeks,
while she's cuffed doggy style on the big bed. She is trying to force the dildo deep into her as I
hear the knock on the front door. I put on my jeans and T-shirt, grab my bag with the $30,000 in
it. Then I tip-toed silently into the bathroom and got the 16-ounce box of top-shelf marijuana.
Yeap, $35,000 cash, another $11,000 worth of clothes and shoes .... I would say we rode the
wagon until the wheels came off. I answered the door, let Jaime know she was ready by simply
walking by him towards the truck and patting my big shoulder bag on the way. He took them
inside and was back out to the truck a few minutes later. "I left the excited nigga fuckin' her, and
the chick was getting' undressed. I told them she would probably give them more to stay longer,
'just fuck her and don't talk to her until you're done. Rough her up, pull her hair and spank her
ass. She likes it."
We laughed our asses off at the sight of the old hoop tie Cutlass parked next to a brand-new
AMU Mercedes. We made it back to Interstate 95, headed south. With stops in Daytona and
Orlando, final destination Tampa, Florida.
Chapter 56
Ike — They kept her for eight hours at the sub-station over on Cypresswood before transporting
her downtown for processing and video court. Although she had to ride the concrete benches for
another 10 hours until video court, she was released immediately. When she walked out she
called me on the phone. "Catch a cab to 1-45 and North Rankin Road to A-Fast Towing
Company," and I would meet her there to get her truck. I already know, and for all y'all who
don't, tow truck drivers are as crooked as they come. They go through your vehicle and steal
whatever ain't bolted to your car and some shit that is bolted to it. My compound bow, arrows
and night scope cost me almost $1,100. I refuse to allow a shystey-ass driver to steal it. When
she got here, I paid the taxi, gave her a big hug. We sat in the Ford and talked. She told me all
about the detectives trying to run game on her, trying to get her to talk about me but she swears
she held out and didn't say shit. I want to believe her but won't know for sure until I talk to Gip
later on tonight. I tell her, "I don't intend to play no games with these tow truck people. I know
my shit was in the cargo hold of your truck."
She agrees. "I tried to get them to park my truck at the apartment but they wouldn't do it."
"It's all good. Here." I give her the $200 to get it out and I wait as she goes inside. When she
comes back to sit down and wait, she says, "Cajun, what's going on? I only sell to the same
people and I know they are all solid. How the fuck they get our address? I ain't going back
there."
"I know. Well stay in the extended stay for a week and find us another spot."
They pulled up with her truck. I said, "Let's see if I'm gon have to pay another hundred bucks to
get my bow back. Other than that, I'll burn this bitch down!" She got out and checked. Thank
God it was still there. That saves me from havin' to deal with more bullshit. I ask her, "How are
you for cash?" She says, They took the $400 that was in the nightstand because they ran a
chemical test on the bills and they tested positive for coke. I have $150 I made at work, so Fm
alright. You know what I need, Cajun."
"Yeah, mama, let's get off this lot. Come and follow me up the interstate. I'ma hit that HEB
grocery off West Road. I'll give you some money to get some groceries and a stash for yourself."
We got going, and I was thinking to myself that she is solid and she didn't care and talk to the
cops. Good for her. As we rode up the interstate, I called Gip. He answered and said, "No
phone talk. I'll be at Waffle House in 10 minutes."
"I'll be there 15." I disconnected the call and kept riding. I pulled into the grocery store lot,
unzipped the backpack and broke about a 4 gram rock off the brick of fish scale. I put it down in
the plastic sandwich bag and peeled her off $100. I got out and out it in her lap as I kissed her. I
also gave her the room key for the extended stay and told her, "Go get us some food to eat, go to
the room and chill. If you feel like it, cook dinner for us. If not, we'll go grab a bite later. Right
now though, I have a rat killin' to go do" I reached in, popped the rear — window hatch and took
the blanket off the compound bow and the 12 razor — tipped arrows. I got the pouch with the
night — vision scope and put it all on the backseat of the Ford. I got back on 45 North and set
course to F.M 1960 and Imperial Valley Road. Destination, the Waffle House Purpose, to get a
tracking point the locate a snake ass nigga named, D.C.
Part HI: The Mansion Heist
Chapter 57
Jaime - "Wanna be balla shot calla, 20 inch blades on the Impala." The old-school Little Troy
mix tape CD rocked the speakers as we rode down the interstate, a real-life modern-day Bonnie
& Clyde. Only thing is some situations calls for acting skills and finesse, not muscle game and
violence. Without bankroll growing, I was gonna get even more serious about getting my
Realtors license and also finding legit investments in which to put the money. We just had a
roadside rest area picnic with a eight-piece KFC and all the side dishes. We stopped at
PetSmart and bought Tango a beef chew bone. I only feed him Pedigree dog food, no human
food. So as bad as he wanted the chicken, I know it's the cause of heart worm so I don't give it to
him. We ate, then Tosh surprised the shit out of me with cigarillo and a box of some high-dollar,
high-quality purple Cush, all pop corned nuggets, no seeds or stems. I broke up and rolled about
a 3-gram blunt that we had trouble finishing because we were so high. I blew Tango two big
shotguns. Now he's in the backseat and I could swear I saw his head bobbing up and down to the
Pastor Troy as we rode down the highway. Tosh, who has a thing about franchises, is on the
laptop reading about ICFC investment opportunities. She turns the music down and starts reading
about all the criteria to invest in yum, Food franchises, which is like TUC and Pizza Hut. I don't
think she realizes that to make a business like a restaurant a real success requires 70 to 80 hours a
week spent there. I tell her this once again. "I am willing to work hard at being a entrepreneur,
but not that hard."
Fm still sold on the rental property idea and will continue to speak on it until she buys it. All I'm
really interest in right now is some rest and relaxation on the beautiful Daytona beach in Florida.
Chapter 58
Tosha — A bitch can talk her ass off about girl-on-girl sex, eating pussy and all that freak shit, still
ain't nothing like getting' a good beat down from a nice-sized, stiff cock from a nigga who knows
how to work it like Jaime. We checked into the Holiday Inn Beachfront in Daytona Beach. We
got a room with a balcony on the 10th floor. He just got done puttin' it on my ass while I was
bent over the railing. Jaime is a exhibitionist. When he saw people on the boardwalk down
below us looking up because I couldn't be quiet, it made him go harder. This ,was also the first
time in a couple of days that we weren't scarninin t, actin' or tryin' to jack a bitch for they chips.
The shit is crazy. We have hit for a little over $87,000 in a week time, not including the clothes
and shoes. It's fun and exciting, but right now I just want to chill with my man and enjoy our
time. We've got this room for two nights, then we'll drive to Orlando, stay the weekend and go to
the amusement park. I plan to ride every roller coaster in that bitch. Then we'll go over to
Tampa, where he actually has a uncle who is in the game and has rental properties. He's gonna
spend time exposing Jaime to the blue-collar side of being a property owner. I'm gon learn the
contact, lease and rental agreement, or the clerical side of it. Even though I kinda want a
franchise, I know there's more money to be made dealing with property. I look forward to a
bright future with this man as I sit out here on the balcony, finishing up a cigarillo, Tango's head
resting in my lap. I know we got one more scam to run. His uncle goes to the dog track and has
the inside scoop. I've already done a job application. I just need to get there and get some ID
and try to get interviewed next week. He don't know it yet, but my period is two weeks late ad I
think I'm pregnant with this nigga's baby. I think he'll be happy bout it though. We been tallcin'
bout setting a wedding date, and he's been bustin' in me from day one. I had been on birth
control yo to until a month ago in New Orleans. I ran out and didn't re-up on the prescription.
So he better enjoy all the light ass and flat stomach he can. My shit thin' to swell up.
Tango is trained to get his leash when he's ready to use the bathroom. That's what he does now.
I put it on him and we leave Jaime in his post-sex position, laying on his back, one hand down
his boxers holding his piece, the other laid on the bed where my ass cheek is when I sleep on my
stomach next to him Tango and I leave him sleeping like a baby as we go for our walk. There is
a floor tilers convention in town and I pass by the rowdy hotel bar on don't have any of them and
he sandy beach so Tango can do his thing. It's late-night and Jaime's got a gun upstairs. There's
both a Glock .40 and the 9inm along with the Kevlar vest from work in our truck. But I don't
have any of them with me tonight. I got my boy Tango though, and he will kill as quick as a gun
will. As I hit the boardwalk, he's tugging so I unleash him to run into the high sawgrass and sand
dunes that separate the boardwalk from the beach. As I stand there leaning on the wall of the
boardwalk in a pink baby doll T-shirt, booties shorts and tennis shoes waiting on him, up walks a
obviously drunk floor tile man. I basically ignore him when he talks about his three stores and
how he could set me up in a apartment and I could be his weekend guilty pleasure. He says,
"Hey, bitch, I'm talking to you," as he grabs my arm. I snatch away from him and say, "Leave
me alone." The tone of my voice had brought Tango's head up and his ears are pinned back. I
know what's coming when he says, "You fuckin' cock teasin' cunts are all alike," He grabs me
again. Tango has silently closed in on him and the hand he's reaching for me with. His drunken
scream wakes up the hotel as Tango gets at that ass.
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Part DI: The Mansion Heist
Chapter 59
Ike - "Tell the brat to keep her mouth closed. Fuck around and get tossed up by the fuckin'
outlawz. 'Fore I leave make sure everybody heard and know I meant every mutha fuckin' word
when we ride on our enemies." These lyrics and a coke-laced blunt have me dressed in all black
and ready to ride on this snitchin' bitch ass nigga D.0 I went and met Gip at the Waffle House
and askes,"What's his status?"
"We got together, and I explained the bullshit he did. It's a unanimous vote to drop him. The
brothers really wanted to do his ass themselves. They were really hurt by the fact that this nigga
that we grew up around put the whole crew's money in jeopardy and made us all look like a
bunch of bitches. So if you don't plan to roll on him soon, you probably won't get the chance.
Lil Moe already upped on the nigga yesterday at the dice game, but we stopped them from
beefin', so he ain't got no idea of what's conain' his way."
I was already out of my seat and asked, "Where the last place you saw him?"
"On the block about an hour ago. He was on his way to his house at the address I gave you."
"I know the place," I said as I gave him DAP and left. I did know it too. I been doin' recon on
the house they rent that is off of F.M 1960 and Hafter Drive. The house he shares with his girl
and her mom has a 4-foot-high chain link cyclone fence that surrounds the yard in the back. I
parked in the back of some apartments almost a half mile past here on the same street. I walk 75
yards into the woods then turn right and walk a parallel course on a path that the young deer have
worn down when they roam back here. In the all-black fatigues is everything I will need. The
arrows ride in a Velcro quill on my back, I have my .40 strapped in a waist holster and the big
Bowie knife in a sheath on my leg. My face is blacked out, and in the pocket of the paramilitary
pants is what's gonna lure D.0 to the back yard. It's a dog whistle that I've already blown from
150 yards away and drove the dog into a mouth-frothing frenzy. The 75 yards I'm at tonight will
have the 75-pound Rottweiler hopping mad. I get into position behind the house after a 10minute hike through the dense woods. I have scraped the serial numbers off all my arrows but
still don't want to leave them behind. After all, the police stopped Tatyanna, searched the truck
and saw the bow and arrows.
Now I am sitting up against the truck of a tall, live oak tree. I've got the bow cable set at 80
pounds of pull. It is cocked and ready, layin across my lap. It's dark at the back part of the house
and seems to be both calm and peaceful. Fm about to change their perception on that topic. I
pull the dog whistle out of my pocket and blow it hard in 4- to 6-second bursts. The big
Rottweiler immediately starts barking a loud, angry bark. He's tugging at the big logging chain
that keeps him tethered to a tree but allows him plenty of room to move. A couple of different
things happen within a few seconds of each other that lets me know this ain't gonna be as easy as
I thought. I put the dog whistle in my packet ad bring the Browning cross bow up to my
shoulder as I site in through the night-vision scope. He slides the glass door open, pistol in hand,
high as a kite. I draw a bead on his chest as the dog continues to tug at the heavy chain around
his neck, looking in my direction. Just as I'm about to pull the trigger and send the four-point,
razored messenger of death knocking on D.C's door, he cuts the porch light on and blinds the shit
outta me through the scope. I move my eyes away to blink my vision back only to hear him say,
"Get 'em, boy," as he takes the leather collar off the dog and turns him out into the woods. He's
running hell bent in my direction, crashing through the leaves and underbrush. I am now the
hunted.
Part ill: The Mansion Heist
Chapter 60
Jaime — Damn, what's a nigga gotta do to get a decent night's sleep 'round here? I can hear that
fool over the surf of the Atlantic Ocean. I woke up and the balcony door was half open. The
night-time ocean breeze and the shot of A-1 I got from Tosha, the scamminc driving, blunt
smoking all combined to send me into a near comatose state. Then I heard the scream of the man
on is walk to stories down. I thought somebody jumped off a balcony. I ran to the door to look
down, and see the gold and brown stripes of Tango's back, his teeth sank into some fool's wrist.
Tosha standing there on her pajamas screaming, "Who's actin' like a cunt now, beeoach?" Tango
shaking his head and fuckin' this dude up. He had to have said or done something to Tosha. I
can barely hear her say, "Tango, release," as he turns loose the man's arm and now a crowd has
gathered. I can see the blue lights of Daytona's finest coming down the boardwalk on a big
Honda four-wheeler. I grab my jeans, throw on my Jordans and run to the elevator. By the time
I get to the ground floor, sprint through the lobby and out the back, Tosha has done a classic and
masterful job. Tango is back on his leash, and even with the excitement, crowd and lights
flashing, is sitting calmly at her feet, head against her leg, comforting his mama as she cries her
head off, telling the cops tout how "me and my boyfriend had a few words and I left to walk the
dog and give each of us some space. I was'. doing jus fine, standing here waiting on my dog, until
this obviously drunk man attacked me because I was ignoring him. It's a good thing my dog was
with me or no telling what the jackal would have done to me." The pink muscle shirt torn at the
collar, her disheveled look, and her rears made this fool guilty. No, she didn't want to press
charges, only wanted her and her dog left alone. He is her protector, after all, and wouldn't attack
anyone without provocation. When he saw the brute pulling at her shirt, he took action. Tango
is a hero.
Sometimes it's best to just to lay back and let a situation play itself out. The pink baby doll,
booty shorts, ass jumpin' everywhere and crocodile tears had the laws eating out of her hand.
Their response, "Of course, you can keep your dog." Even though she chose not to press charges,
the torn shirt, scratches and bruising of her arm was evidence enough. They took pictures of
them, and put cuffs on his ass I didn't go to her. I went back to the room and she came walking
in with Tango about five minutes later. Gone were the tears and sadness, replaced by laughter
and jokes about playing those law so she could keep Tango. Normally when a dog, especially a
pit, bites someone, he is seized and put to sleep. I thought about this, all that weed in the room,
money, pistols and bulletproof vest in the truck, then I snapped, "Why the hell can't you just go
someplace, kick back and chill? I swear you was on some drama shit the first thy I met you, ain't
shit changed since. Damn it, Tosha, baby, sometime you gotta chill the fuck out. You think you
handled those laws, and for now, you did. But I can almost guarantee you that some fucicin'
detective will be 'round here trying to interview you bout that dude they arrested. Now we just
lost $250 and two nights on his room because we're leaving. Pack your shit, let's go on to
Orlando and find some more shit to get into." The look on her face was of both surprise and
hurt. She didn't try to argue, just quietly gathered her things up and put them in her bag. So after
a few hours sleep here, we were on the road again, ducicin the law, turn the page!
Chapter 61
Tosha - "I guess that's why they call it the blues, time on my hands could be time spent with
you." I had my MP3 player wide open. I have a selection of songs that I like to hear when I'm
sad or upset. They are a lot of soft rock songs like the Elton John I'm listening to right now. I've
got the Dr. Dre earphones on, so even with the rap music he's got blasting out of the two 10-inch
Competition kickers being pushed by the 5,000-watt amp. I can still hear my music. We rode
the two hours to Orlando without a word to each other. At first, I was hurt that he came at me
like that, but knowing how neither of us wants to say much when we are pissed, I just rode with
the music on and he drove down here quietly. We checked into the Best Western. He got a room
with double beds. I didn't think much about it and we still weren't talking. We normally shower
together and foreplay our asses off in there. By the time we hit the bed, he's ready to put it on me
and I'm ready to take it. It's different now as he waits for me to shower and get out. He does the
same. Normally, in a double room we will sleep in the bed furthest from the door and use the
other bed for our open bags. When this nigga comes outta the bathroom, he moves all the bags
to the dresser, then rolls back the cover to get into the bed. At this point, I lose it.
"Jaime, what the hell you got goin' on? Are you serious? Are you fuckin' serious?" I'm
practically screaming now.
"Damn right, I'm serious, Tosh. I thought about it a little on the way here I see a pattern
developing with you, and I don't like it. It seems every time we land somewhere, have mind-
blowing sex — I do what the shit was designed to make you do — lay my ass down and relax.
You're just the opposite. You leave me sleeping, run outta here and get in some bullshit. And I'm
tired right now, Tosh.
"What, Jaime, you think I asked that mother fucker to put his fucicin' hands on me? You think I
sicced Tango on him?"
"I never said you did any of that. But I sure know this — if you're not down there that late at
night in your pajama top and bottom, he sure ain't tempted. And what about Tango, huh? How
many times I told ya that you've got to keep him on the leash when you walk him ? I guess the
whole point is I'm used to being in control of what's goin' on around me. It's always been my
way or the highway."
"Well, I haven't tried to run your shit, Jaime. I've just tried to be your partner, and let's not forget
that. Yeah, I did run into some bullshit with Ingrid, but I was also responsible for almost $46,000
in cash and clothes."
"Yeah, I hear ya, lil miss 'oh baby, I'll never fuck around on ya, you can trust me.' Well, I guess
better it was with a ho than another nigga, huh?'
I started crying and said, "That shit ain't fair, and you fuckin' know it. The bitch drugged me and
If
"Yeah, go ahead, Tosha, tell me you weren't attracted to her at all. Tell me you didn't enjoy being
with her. But God help any bitch that shows any interest in me."
"Oh, so that's it. You wamia go fuck around on me even though yo ass out me up to carrying on
with that bitch so we could lick her. Well, go ahead if it'll make you feel better. I don't give a
fuck," He sat there as always, calm as can be. The silence gets to me, and I scream, "Well, is it?
Is that what you want? To fuck another bitch so well be even?"
"No, Tosh, what I think I want to get that money out of the truck, split it 50/50 and call it a day.
You go your way, I go mine."
He was sitting up in bed, putting on his slides to go when I said, "Oh yeah, well whatcha gon do
with the baby ya got me pregnant with, nigga? How we gonna split that 50/50" I folded up on the
bed and cried just like a baby.
Part HI: The Mansion Heist
Chapter 62
Ike — The element of surprise will always be essential in any successful attack. With that gone, it
becomes a battle of both wit and cunning. Right now, with that big dog closing in on me, I was
gonna need all of both to survive. I elect not to pull the .40 and blow him to hell, he's not my
target. He's collateral damage. I pulled the 18-inch Bowie knife from its sheath and watched as
he tracked through the darkness, bearing down on my position with murder on his mind. He and
I thought a lot alike, he closed the distance in less than 45 seconds, dodging and waving through
the fallen trees and underbrush of the dense woods. I had the knife out, holding it in my hand
with a combat grip. He closed the distance to about 6 feet, then became airborne and tried to
pounce on me with his head back, teeth bared, mouth open. He flew through the air and ended
up pouncing on the razor-sharp Bowie knife. It entered between his front paws, and I buried it to
the hilt in his chest. I didn't pull it out. I was up and moving to my right, the compound bow in
my hands when the whining bark escaped the dog's mouth. The high nigga D.0 cut out the porch
light and started shooting into the woods, hoping to hit something. If I had stayed in that spot, he
might have got me with a lucky shot. Now I am 25 yards to the right, on the path headed back
towards my car. I've got a clear view to shoot, and the night-vision scope has him illuminated
once again. The 9mm he's got spits flame as he continues to fire in three-round bursts until all 17
shots are spent. I watch from the scope, and when he turns from the back fence to walk back to
the sliding doors of the porch, saying, "That's right, run, mutha fuckas," his girl shows her face
and starts to ask him, "What's going on?" She doesn't get to finish the question. I pulled the
trigger, and at 75 yards with 80 pounds of torque on the bow cable, the arrow hits him and passes
all the way through his back, out of his chest, severing the aorta valve of his heart and lodging in
the side of the house as it comes to a stop. The blood pumping out of the silver dollar sized hole
in his chest spurts so hard it hits her in the face and he takes three more steps towards her before
falling to the ground dead. She starts screaming and runs into her house, shutting the door
behind her.
I am now up and running to retrieve my arrow. I only take about 10 steps before I hear the sound
of the sirens. Precinct 4, Harris County sheriffs responding to a 187 that's already done deal. I
changed directions, ran to the dog and got my knife, wiped it clean and put it in its sheath. I
made it back to the rear of the complex, wiped myself down and pulled off the hoodie. I drove
slowly out of the complex as all the people gathered outside to see why all the gunshots have
brought six sheriffs cruisers to the house next door. I don't feel any remorse, nor am I sorry I did
it. It's all a part of life in the hood. When a nigga says he's a thug and a street nigga, he better be
ready to fade that weight when the po-po run down on his ass, betta not catch that pussy and start
running his mouth. As I pulled off, I restarted both my blunt and my track on the CD. "I ain't
prejudiced, I don't give a fuck! This is what it sounds like when we ride on our enemies,
beeoch!" I turned it up loud as I passed by the crying, bloody-faced girl, and the sheriff's
deputies stringing the yellow crime scene tape up. Gon be lots sad singin and flower bringin' in a
day or two 'round here.
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Chapter 63
Jaime — Do you know how it feels to be the world's biggest asshole? Right now, I believe that I
do. I just sat there on the bed quietly for a long beat before I said anything. This is how I zone
out, receive and process information in my brain. Often times it drives her crazy. Tosha hates
silence. This time is no exception.
"Come on, Jaime, please don't do this to me now. Scream, holler, thro shit, whatever. Just don't
tune me out, and baby don't leave me, please?" She asked me with a lot of emotion as tears
flowed freely down her face. Although my silence has always been about me twirling things
around in my brain and putting it together, now is not the time to mention it.
"Tosh, baby, are you sure about this? Why haven't you said anything until now?
"Fm about as sure as I can be without taking a test. Baby, I've been having my period the same
week of the month since! was 12 years old, haven't you noticed that?"
"I never paid attention to the dates of it, no," I admit to her now with a smile on my face.
"I haven't said anything because I haven't done an actual test but, Boo, I am almost three weeks
late with it. Even at a high stress level I should have had it. It's never been more than five days
late."
"Eeewww, nigga, I can't stand yo black ass, stop playin' with me," she says jumping across onto
my bed, grabbing me in a headlock as we roll around on the bed play wrestling. Tango, who has
felt and witnessed the tension between us is now up and barking his loud, happy bark, and we
grab and wrestle with him too. Funny how just five minutes ago I was both worn out and
exhausted. Now I feel an unexpected surge of pure energy. Then it dawns on me, it's the same
energy she's feeling from being pregnant. I get up and grab my keys and slide my shorts and
Jordans on.
"Baby, where you going?" she ask me as she lays there on the bed, after we have concluded our
match.
"Fm going to the store. This is a lucky Charms moment. Besides, we need to know for certain,
so Fm getting a pregnancy test. If it's true, I want you to make an appointment with an OB/GYN
and get a full examination. Damn, baby, I'm juiced. When I get back, we smoke your last blunt
before you take the test. You do know if it's positive that you can't smoke, right?"
"Yeah, I know, and please don't remind me anymore I'm gon roll a big blunt of that purple while
you're gone." then she really surprised me when she said, "Baby, you've never lied to me, now
promise me you're gonna come back, please?"
I looked at her, first thinking she was joking. My little tirade earlier has left her feeling both
fragile and insecure. I pulled her up to her knees atop the bed and hugged her tightly. I said,
"Tosh, I'm sorry 'bout what I said, or at least part of what I said. True enough, I did encourage
you to play that bitch so we could lick her. But baby, you're my girl, I don't want to share you
with anybody just like you don't wan share me. You have to know and respect that way of
thinking if we are gonna make this work."
"Not if, Jaime, when we make it work, baby. And you're right. I damn sure don't want to share
you with anybody."
"Alright, mama. Let me go and come back. By the way, can you break me off a little sumthin
sumthin for puffin' me through the bullshit?"
"Yeah, Daddy, I think I can handle that." The smile plastered on both our faces was both funny
and encouraging. After all, I really do love this girl, and all I want to do is get out of the game
and be with my family.
Part 111: The Mansion Heist
Chapter 64
Tosha — I screamed my fool head off as the big roller coaster took us some five stories in the air
and left us hanging over the long, steep drop. The operator had us all laughing and screaming as
he or she fake started the set of cars two times before finally releasing us into a plunge that was
both terrifying and thrilling at the same time. We have been in Orlando for a week and have ran
through the knots of cash we both had in our pockets. I had $1,000, he had almost $1,400. we
have paid for the room in this tourist trap as city, $159 a night. Hit every theme park,
Disneyland, Oceans of Fun and Worlds of Fun. Been to the huge, 3-D movie screen and watched
"Spider man." We have rode every roller coast in both parks, took pictures with Mickey, Minnie,
Goofy and Peter Pan. I'm having the time of my life. I have always wanted to and dreamed of
coming to a amusement park. Here I am at 18, living out the last of my childhood, on my way to
adulthood ready to be Jaime's wife and raise his kids. Yeah, I said it right...kids. I went to the
gynecologist after the test came back positive. I got a full exam and blood work. I am having
twins. I'm five weeks pregnant and we are using this whole week to celebrate life. I have a
prescription for iron pills and after a full pelvic exam, the doctor says I should have no problem
if I get plenty of rest and eat properly. No problem there. The iron pills got me just smashing all
my food. She told me that at this stage of pregnancy I can go and enjoy all the roller coaster and
junk food I want. Both my men have been 100. Jaime is already trying to do everything for me
and tellin' me to stay off my feet. Tango seems to know something is up. He is constantly there
by my side and seems to have become even more protective of me. I also asked the doctor about
smoking weed. She said though she certainly can't condone it, for the rest of our vacation (which
is set to some to a screeching halt in the morning) if it relaxes me, the go ahead and indulge
myself.
So Jaime and I have made the agreement that upon checking out and heading to Tampa, I will
leave it along. I have still limited myself. The purple is so high in T.H.0 that two or three puffs
lights me up Jaime has been in touch with his Uncle Paul, and older nigga who calls himself PNice. He and Jaime's mom are brother and sister. How he's one it I don't know but his fool has a
H-Town connect and rides down there once a month, buys two birds, comes back here and sells
them. He's been really good with his money and has bought five duplexes in the Sulphur Spring
area of north Tampa. He rents out the two-bedroom duplexes at 600 a month. Now he's getting
ready to close on a 20-unit hotel that was auctioned off by the bank. He plans to turn them into
one -bedroom studio apartments and rent them out for $200 a week. Jaime is going to help him
do all the punch-out repairs, paint and restore these units, and we will live in one of his duplex
apartments that he's been getting cleaned up and ready for us to move into. I can't wait. He
plans to show me how to word and draw up rental agreements. Jaime has just taken his final
exam for his real estate license and is already looking for investment opportunities for $170,000
cash we have tucked away. Although by the time we leave here, we hope to see a significant
increase.
Jaime's uncle goes to a dog track in the area most every night. He knows how Jaime gets down,
and we are planning to stang their asses! He's got someone to fix me a whole legit identification
so I can get a job there. Now that we've gonna have twins, we need to expedite this lick and get
out of Florida before I get to big.
Chapter 65
Ike — I couldn't have set this shit up any better if I tried. My shit is blowin' up the northside right
now, and the trick part of it is I barely touch anything. I've got my personal stash and I'll still get
high, but truth be known, the novelty has worn off. I am around it so much and I am stacking so
much money off it that making it has quickly replaced the euphoric and high feeling I'm used to.
It's been over a week now since I hit up the snitch nigga D.C., and all his I.V.P homeboys seem
to have doubled up on their efforts to get paid. Gip called me, and the nigga is born don, meant
to lead the soldiers. He says, "I need a face to face. Car was in 10." I say, "Solid." I only have
about a quarter brick left. Somethin' tells me he wants it, so I leave Tatyanna cutting and making
up the last ounce for her and her girls. It's a Thursday night, and payday is tomorrow. I've got
Salvatore on speed dial and with the $3,000 Taty gave me this morning when she came from the
club, I have $37,000 even, all counted, rubber-banned and ready to travel. We are now in a
rental house in the old town Spring neighborhood off of Spring Steubner Road and 1-45 North.
I've seen about eight or ten young dudes hangin' at the corner house that everyone passes to come
into the mostly black residential community. They are trying to get it in, I ain't tryin' to know
them. I switched up my car. I parked it and covered it in our backyard, then spent $4,500 for a
10-year-old Z-71 Chevy extend cab that has been rolled over so the cab and the body are two
different colors. But the truck itself runs damn good and, most of all, it ain't flashy or blingy. A
nigga can't make moves if all eyes are on his slab and candy paint every time he rolls out. Yo ass
attractin' the po-po's eyes too.
Anyway, I took off in my truck and made it to the car wash off F.M 1960 and Cypress station.
Gip was pulled into a vacuum station, and I parked next to him. It was the first time we had saw
each other since our Waffle House meeting. He gave me dap and said, "Damn, son, I need a bird
so bad right now." He took a paper bag that was sitting by the trash can and threw it in my
floorboards on the passenger side. "That's 32 stacks right there. Fm givin you eight for the Delta
'88 instead of the seven you asked for."
I tell him, "Cook, I will bring it to you tomorrow. I don't know what you got goin' on that you
need a bomb so quick, but I've got a quarter brick, a litter over 5 ounces ni give you right now.
You owe me three stacks for it. That leaves you a lot of play, shows some love, does good
business."
"Yeah, boy, you doin' your thing right now! How long 'til you got me? Oh, never mind, my bad
for aslcin' that shit. Just know that I got you on the three racks as soon as you call with my
package." He dipped into his whip and said, "I gotta go. Got major shit poppin' right now. This
five puts my chips in my hand as soon as I cook it. I'll holla."
With that, he pulled off. I sat there and called Salvatore. He answered on the second ring. "I'm
all good for two as quickly as I can get them."
"Damn, boy, you ain't playin' no games, huh?"
"Yeah, I've had worse luck. So, what's up? Am I good?"
"Oh, yeah, you're good. She will be on the mad in 30 minutes, Call the number when you get
there. She will meet you."
"Alright, Sal, thanks, bro." Here I go again up the highway to Huntsville to meet his mule with
the money. My bankroll is building quickly. I just put up $12,000 in cash after countin out the
re-up money. I'll ass this $32,000 with it, and I still got a bird to work with and the three stacks
Gip owes me. Just when I thought shit couldn't be better, it got worse.
Part IV: The Dog Track Stang
Chapter 66
Paul — Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top, I'm gon shine until my heart stops. Go ahead
envy me, I'm rap MVP, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get to know me." The Game and 50 made a hit
right then. Never understood their beef though. I mean, if I invite a nigga to my table to eat, it
don't mean he's allowed to sit at the head of it 'cause he brought a loaf of bread and some fancy
wine. Anyway, what the fuck ever. I have trafficked, trapped and worked my ass off to do the
shit I'm doing. I'm sittin' up in the upstairs office of my hood game room. I've got a little onebedroom duck off up here. I'll spend the night on the first of the month when them checks hot.
The game room, P-Nice Playhouse, has about five video machines, two video poker games,
couple of pool tables, and a big juke box. I got the hood 'round 29 th street and lake avenue on
locks. The game room is a big front. On Friday nights, I run domino tournaments. I charge $20
to get in, double elimination, best of three games. I pay out $400 to the winner. I'm a hustler by
nature, so naturally I got the grill smokin' and I sell sausage links and chicken wings. I have a
big, 50-inch flat screen TV, and we run number boards on the prime-time Saturday night game
and the Sunday night game. $10 a square pays off $200 a quarter. I buy beer from the
distributor and sell it $1 a can. I've got the game room with a lot of activity and foot traffic for
two reasons. It's easier to clean up my money, and the legit traffic covers for the $900 ounces I
sell to all the tennis shoe hustlers that run after cars with a pill bottle full of rocks to make a sale.
Yeah, I'm a H-Town nigga. I rolled into Tampa about 15 years ago after robbing and killing a
Haitian nigga for two birds and $15,000. He stayed in the Acres Homes area and he was buying
bricks from the same Mexicans I was buying ounces from. They put me on the lick. They said
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he didn't know how to show them respect and was constantly starting shit with them. I was a
youngster back then, trying to get down and come up. I trailed him in one of the many stolen
cars I got from them. I was dressed like a nerd. I got to the clock where I had my car parked and
waiting. I let him stop at a red light, then I rammed him from the back. I was scared as a mugg,
and shit wouldn't have worked if he don't get his arrogant ass out of the car talkin' that
zoomumbafu bullshit to me. When the idiot with two bricks on the seat and 15 stacks in a duffel
bag got out running his mouth, I upped on him right there at the red light. He caught two slugs
and I jumped in his Benz and drove it the three blocks to a back street, got in my car and went
home. I did the shit without a mask, and before I could get my shit packed and hit the road, my
mama was upstairs takin' 'bout, "Boy, what the hell you done now?" I gave her $5,000 kissed
her cheek and said " Manta, I came up. Now I gotta go get it."
I rode al day, most of the night and part of the next day. Eighteen hours it took me the very first
time I drove it. I set up shop with a chick that had a two-bedroom apartment in the College Hills
projects. They are tore down now, but back when I rolled up in here they were booming. I got
down with her cousin and another nigga, and the rest as they say, is hood history. Fm known
'round here as P-Nice. I am not a black-hearted mutha fucka either. I throw food drives at
Thanksgiving and Christmas. I cook meals and buy up some Styrofoam plates and feed those
who can't feed themselves. During the hot Florida summers, I have fan drives and go 'round the
hood giving out small window A.0 units and fans to elderly people. I had one old lady named
Ms. Kathy. She's dead now. She got me my nickname on the local news. I never do shit to be
recognized. I do it because I know that karma is a bitch. Shit we do it gonna come back and bite
us in the ass sooner or later. She kept calling the local 3 News unit they came to her cramped,
little house. She said she "wants people to know there's still good people in the world," as she
showed off her window unit air-conditioner. She said, "I just wanna thank that nice young man
what goes by 'P.' Thank you, Mr. P, you so nice." And it stuck to me, P-Nice.
I make the trip to H-Town once a month. I buy four birds at $22,000 per and bring them back
down here. I don't trust anybody to make this run. I do it myself, most times in a rental car,
driving the speed limit and not being flashy. I still score from the same cartel Mexican that put
me on the lick. I don't hang in H-Town, all my chips are in Florida now. I'm getting' it in, but I
do have my own problems. I love to gamble. The five duplex apartment I own in north Tampa
are a gamble. Now the small 20-unit motel I'm converting into furnished studio apartment is a
gamble. I've got a nephew and his girl comin' here to help me get them up and running. He
wants to learn the property business 'cause he's a jackboy trying to get out the game. In fact, they
just called. They exited 1-4 and are coming down M.L King Boulevard to the game room. I got
him down here for another reason too. Every Friday, the armored car drops $150,000 cash at the
dog track where I go to bet on dogs, and football, basketball or any other damn thing I can get
odds on. At times I lose big and I don't mind it. I lost the $5,000 receipt at 5-to-1 odds. He
won't pay me, and legally he's not obligated to 'cause I don't have a receipt. So me, nephew and
this fine mutha fucka that came with him gon take the H-Town streets to his Cuban ass.
Chapter 67
Jaime — Damn, I'm glad to be tha fuck up outta that money pit. That Orlando shit is a big tourist
trap. We spent way too much over there. Our pockets were so low I had to dip into our stash.
So now we've got $170,000 put away. That's called hustlin' backwards, so yes, it's time to go. I
know it's all good now that we are here. My Uncle Paul is a nigga I always did look up to. I
remember when he took off and left H-Town. For the longest time, nobody knew where he went.
There was a rumor that he had robbed and killed a Haitian dope dealer, but nothing was ever
proved. The po-po didn't have enough evidence to pursue him as a suspect. It was murder where
everyone believed the world was a better place without that nigga in it, so the police never
worked real hard at it. Then outta nowhere, my grandma (his mama) started getting cash in the
mail, $500 a week. The money was supposed to be divided between Grandma and my mama,
but my mama seldom saw much of it. Anyway, it wasn't 'til I got older that I finally got to talk
with him and found out he was in Florida doin' his thang, getting' money and investing it into
legit shit.
When we turned off MLK Street onto 29 th., the first thing we saw was very promising. It was a
huge, elaborate, urban Baptist church. Turns out the pastor is a lifetime resident in the area and
is also a motivational speaker, and has a prison ministry. Hardly a block past this beautiful
church, it's goin' down! I see a group of young thugs all dressed dope boy fresh, every one of
them wearing tennis shoes. I know they are car chasers by how they eye the truck, waiting on
any little hand signal that we are shopping for dope, mostly crack sales. On the cool, I would
imagine that whatever your pharmaceutical pleasure is, it can be found either on or somewhere
close to 29th and Lake.
Uncle Paul's game room is pumpin', his big fully dressed Harley trike is parked in the front, a
fiend is polishing the chrome — no doubt for a plate of delicious-smelling chicken and sausage
cooking on the grill and a few rocks to get high on. He greets us as we get out of the Yukon. I
can tell he's a hood hero by how everybody is trying to cater to him. "My nephew!" he screams
as I get out the driver's side. Tosha gets out and comes to join us. She's loolcin' good, as always.
The Tommy Girl jeans that fit that ass like a second skin, the light-blue top with "Tommy Girl"
wrote on it, the matching Air Force Ones, along with the diamonds on her neck, ears and finger
have Tosha lookin' every bit the dime that she is. Niggas have all paused to check her out. The
young hustlers standing in front of his shop are borderline disrespectful with their oohs and
aaaahs as we hug him He runs around and tells them, "Y'all lil nigga move y'all asses around
and show some respect for my nephew and his wife."
"Don't mind them broke ass nigga none, baby girl. They used to these bony ass Florida girls.
Been a while since a nigga seen some prime Texas beef down through here Damn if we don't
know how to grow 'em, too." Then he hugged her a little tighter and longer that I'm comfortable
with but I let it go. No sense in makin' something out of what could be nothin'. After all, I do
have to work for this nigga. We already talked about it, and we don't want him to know we been
hittin' licks or about the money we have stashed. Al he knows is I'm gon use the skills I leaned
for my incarceration and help him with the repairs and getting his building running and filled up.
We are also gonna start scoping that dog track, but we have a lot of shit to get done before then.
For right now, he says, "Y'all come on and fix yourselves a plate and drink a beer." I put the
leash on Tango and he jumps down. He looks at my uncle, and a low grown came from his
chest. Babies and dogs know if they are it the presence of shyster. Babies cry, dogs growl.
Chapter 68
Ike - "Yeah, Daddy, oh fuck yeah, beat my back out with the dick." I'm trying to do just what she
asks me to. This thick-ass, dark-skinned stripper has the skin tone of Naomi Campbell and when
she's high on a shot of this good fish scale she got a toot of, the dialogue of that black porn star,
Genie Pepper. I've got her in a motel room on 1-45 and moves of that Louetta Road, the place is
actually a G-spot where people come to and rent a $50 room with a king sized bed and three
porno channels. They can get high and freaky with themselves or a partner. Most times, if you
sell work, pills, coke or meth and ain't scared of the po-po, there are some nice licks to be made
in this 80-room hotel — especially if it's like it is now. When I drove in the meet her here, the
parking lot was damn near full. She is a stripper bitch that works at another club called Houston
Dolls, which is down the interstate four or five exits from here. I met her through Tatyanna, and
they are supposed to be friends. The way she's cuttin' the fool on ol' Cajun's piece right now,
with friends like this she don't need no enemies. I am pumpin' her hard and deep, and she's got
her legs in the bucked up position, holding them behind the knees herself. Each times I down
stroke into her pussy, she's workin' her hips and movin' her ass like she's dancin' on the pole on
stage. Her moves and the warmth of her pussy is different from Tatyanna's and the bitch got me
ready to bust my nut the way she is rockin' her ass under me. In two or three more piston-like
stokes with my heavy balls slappin' against her ass, I empty my cum in her in hot spurts while I
grip her ample hips and ride the tidal wave like orgasm being provided by her hot, tight pussy.
After we lay there being cooled by the cold A.0 air that keeps the stale smell of the couples,
many other nights out of the room, she asks me, "Cajun, why you ain't been gave me some of
this dick? Why you with Tatyanna anyway? You just like all these other northside nigga. Y'all
think 'cause them hoes speak that Guala Guala Spanish shit they exotic of some shit."
"Aw, hell, there it is," I say as I get up and get a wet washcloth and soap on the sink. While I
clean myself, I watch her in the mirror. My backpack with three-quarters of yet another brick I
just got from Salvatore two days ago and the Glock .40 I wore on a belt holster under my long Tshirt into the room is sitting on the dresser. I was my dick quickly and put my boxers on. When
I came back to the end of the bed and grab my jeans, I say, "I don't give a fuck 'bout what you
think or that shit you takin'. I'm with Tatyatma 'cause she moves 6 or 7 ounces of my shit every
week, makes damn sure my money, meals and house is straight. She does all this, and even
though she don't have to do it anymore, she still dances at that club Tuesday to Saturday and
always has a pocketful of cash for herself."
"I could do the same thang if a nigga gave me a chance to come up like that." As I finished tying
my Polo boots, I said, "Well, good luck with that, but I'm gon ride with the same bitch I been
ridin' with." Even though she didn't ask and I certainly didn't owe her — hell, I left 3 grams on the
microwave plate I had put it on — I still went in my pocket, pulled my roll and peeled off $100 in
$20 bills and was about to give it to her. The bitch set me off with the threat, "Yeah, well I
wonder how long the bitch would ride with ya if she found out you was up in a room fuckin' her
friend." I don't know if it was my bad temper or the good cocaine, but before I knew it the pistol
was in my hand and I backhanded her on the jaw so hard with it that she slew asshole over tea
kettle off the bed. I took the plate with the coke and needles on it and walked around to where
she lay on the floor in a heap and said, "Bitch, you ever in your life decide to open your fat ass
mouth and threaten me, it'll be the last time you open it. Do you fucldn' hear me?" She was
scared now, scared is good. I threw the plate and hit her in the ribs and she cried out. "I said
answer me, you pussy ass ho."
"Yes, Daddy, I hear you. I ain't gon say nothint."
"Good. Now since you're such an expert at running yo mouth, let's see how good that mutha
fucka works with somethin' fine it. Get up!" She was getting up but moving to slow. I
snatched her by her nappy ass weave up into a sitting position on the floor. All of a sudden, for a
reason I can't explain, I'm hard as a baseball bat. I unzipped my pants, freed my piece and
shoved it into her mouth. She was hesitant at first until I grasped a handful of her hair and forced
my rigid dick to the back of her throat. Now I pumped her mouth hard and deep, thrustin into
her throat until I started to cum. She tried to push me out of her mouth. I said, "Take that cum,
bitch, and swallow it, every fuckin' drop." When I finished the violent assault, I took the five
$20 bills, tore them in half and mashed them into her face. "Go ahead and try me, bitch. I'll
show you what's good," I said as I gathered my backpack and opened the door.
It was past 2 a.m., the bars had closed and I was on my way to the house. I wanted to get there
before Tatyanna. I had no idea that one of her customers had called her, or that she was pulling
in as I was leaving. She knows I don't sell nothing to anyone but her or Gip. Her suspicions
aren't without merit as she sees her ghetto girlfriend get in her car and leave the motel a few
minutes after me, her cheek and eye swollen. You heard the saying 'bout a woman scorned ? I
was about to find out how true that is. Tonight's the beginning of the end.
Chapter 69
Paul — Now this is the shit I'm talkin' 'bout. My nephew is the business. That little stretch he did
in the pen did him good. I got the nigga runnin' a four man crew, and they getting' shit done.
When he hit town a couple weeks back, I put him and his peeps (damn, that girl thick, fine and
pretty that a mutha fucka) in the duplexes over on Bouganvilla Street 'bout seven or eight miles
north of the hood where my game room is. The spot they in is a hood in remission. It was
overrun with crack heads and drug dealers a few years back. Hell, I used to post up out there and
get it on. It was all good until a joint task force of Tampa Police, Hillsborough County Sheriffs
and Florida Department of Law Enforcement started operation "Silent Night." This was the
beginning of zero tolerance. For the first two month, them fools was runnin' up in yards, kickin'
in doors, pulling over cars. They were doing Gestapo-type shit. In 12 weeks' time, the dealers
was all either in jail or moved out, which left a bunch of apartments and duplexes vacant and
foreclosed on. I already was lookin' to put my money into somethin' legit, so neighborhood
damn near abandoned, the mayor and city of Tampa offered tax breaks and incentives to those
who either bought property of lived in the area. They called it the Community Revitalization
Program, and old P-Nice got in on the ground floor. Now my units stay leased out through
Section 8, and I do my thang in another part of town. The old hotel I bought will also be a
moneymaker for me. In fact, if it goes like I plan for it to go, I'm getting' all the way out of the
game — especially if I can get down on this dog track lick.
Nephew don't know it yet, but he got two things I'ma want One is that fine mutha fucka he
stayin' with, the other is them $150,000 he's gon hit that track for. Baby girl she already got a
brand-new ID and Social Security card, and she's worldn' all up in the cage and office where they
take the bets, write receipts and pay off winners. Yeah, I know the shit is shystey than a mother
fucker, but he ain't but 20. he can stand the little 15- or 20- year bid for robbery. I'm 37. I can't.
So we been just talkin' 'bout exactly how we're gon do it. He's even been in there a couple of
times already to scope the shit out. Whatever plan is made will have a different ending then he
thinks it's gon be. I am paying him damn good money to run that crew and oversee all the
repairs and renovations in the hotel. Before we rob anything, I wanna make damn sure that place
is finished and ready to go. This gal of his, she so young and fine but kinda dinghy. She gon go
where the money at. I've seen her kind a thousand times. I'll bet she a fool in the bed, an animal
on a nigga's dicichead, and will sell it to the highest bidder. Once that place is done, the track is
robbed and Jaime's in jail for it, the highest bidder gon be me. After all, ain't no fun if ol' unc
can't have none. In fact, she don't go to work until 4 o'clock. I think I'll slide by the crib and
check for her. Start plantin' my seeds now, let 'ern grow slow. Jaime won't be there, his work
hours is 7 — 4:30. At least I'll get some type of return on all that money I sent to Houston when
he was growing up. Y'all probably think I'm the dirtiest mutha fucka ever. I'ma tell you like a G
told me, "Cash rules everything 'round me!" That's some shit I learned a long time ago, and the
shit is the truth. I'm down for mine, and I'll stay down for mine — right now, by any means that
are necessary. Let me lock the door, jump on the hawg and go holla at baby girl Tosha. I'm
thinkin' like R. Kelly. She'll come 'round and see things my way! Eventually.
Chapter 70
Tosha — I didn't have to tell Jaime, he told me. I wasn't or haven't been comfortable around Paul
since we met him over in the hood the first day we got here. I especially didn't like how the
nigga hugged me. It was like he was feeling me up and dry humping me at the same time. When
I knew he wasn't no good was when Tango started his growling and became irritable around him.
Let me explain to y'all about Tango. He is a 115— pound baby. My love for him is like his for
both Jaime and I, dedicated and unconditional. There is no better judge of people than a loyal
dog who will give his life for yours. So naturally, anybody Tango don't like doesn't get a big
vote of confidence from me or Jaime either. In fact, as soon as we got back into the Yukon and
were following him to this apartment, Jaime said, "Baby, that ain't the Uncle Paul I knew when I
was growin' up. This nigga is a street-hardened, grimy ass nigga. I can feel it my gut and see it
in his face. Like we say in H-Town, "Watch that nigga mane."
I can't lie though, he had this apartment all cleaned up, and had a houseful of furniture waiting on
us. He was a fool with getting' my identification and Social Security card too. I now work at the
Tampa Bay Dog Track and Jai Alai as Tamara Evans. I work in the cage where we take the bets
and issue receipts for the money we take in. the cashiers only take money for the dog races and
the nightly jai alai match. The Florida-born Cuban owner is a heavyset, mean-spirited type who
is either in the cage or at the track most of the time. if he has some high-rollers who like to bet
big, he will go and sit in the box seats with them or will treat them to a buffet in one of the four
suites that overlook the track. His name is Sergio, and in the three weeks rve been working here
I have seen him lose his temper, scream and throw things when shit ain't done like he wants it.
He takes all the bets on sports and writes the receipts himself. Truth be known, he's making way
more money backing bets on sports than he make on the dog track. He has a professional odds
maker that gets a percentage of the house winnings by making odds on the ball games, both
football and basketball. I really kind of like the job, there's camera everywhere and it is
impossible to steal, but I ain't tryin' to pocket no $50 or $100 bill. The truck comes every Friday
afternoon. I have helped count the $150,000 drop they make. This is my only reason for having
this job, to pass on information to Jaime. He's been here a couple of times, and I have been
observing how they break down the money and distribute it. Only $30,000 goes in the cash
drawers. Sergio puts $120,000 in his office in a big, oak credenza. He and his brother both wear
45 semi-automatic pistols in shoulder rigs, always covered with a jacket. With the help and input
of Uncle Paul, we think we have figured out how to get the $150,000 and slide outta there
undetected.
Right now, as I get myself ready to go to my shift, 4 to 12 o'clock, I am putting my makeup on.
Tango, as usual, lays in the hallway watching me, head on his front paws. They say this
neighborhood was wild at one time but has since settled down a lot. So why me and Tango hear
some fool try to doorknob at the same lime? I knew what Tango was gonna do. He crept quietly
to the door, jumped up on the couch with his ears pinned back. I got the 9nun I got from Jannis
out of the drawer in the kitchen. After seeing the door was locked, a knock came as I got to the
door. I snatched it open, pistol in hand, Tango now standing up growling at Uncle Paul standing
in the doorway. He had his hands up and smug smile on his face.
Part DI: The Dog Track Stang
Chapter 71
Ike - "We never steal cars but we deal hard, whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard." The song
is like a national anthem to those of us who are getting' it in. Rich Ross' "Hustlin" is bangin'
from Competition kicker 10-inch woofers that are being pushed by two 5,000-watt amps and
surrounded by four 6x9', one in each door, and two in the interior walls inside the extended cab.
I rode this truck as it is for a month, swore I wasn't gon put it in the game. I started innocent
enough. I had the Mexicans at the Exquisite Rims car shop spray it a wet black. I wen country
on everybody and had some Mickey Thompson mudding tires put on the 24-inch, black
Giovanni truck rims. I had a 3-inch hydraulic lift installed, along with a big chrome crash bar
attached to the bumper. The Flow master mufflers mounted to the straight pipes on the dual
exhaust got that V-8 Vortec growlin' like a bear. The money is coming so fast now that it's kind
of scary. At this point, I still don't know that Tatyanna knows I'm fucicin' her girlfriend named
Vanessa. In fact, she's doing her best to put herself in Tatyarma's seat. She called me about four
days later after the shit went down in the motel room and asked me to "come to Houston Dolls
please." She needed to see me. When I got there and went inside, she said, "Daddy, I told ya I'm
a front line bitch. Here's $3,500. I want 3 ounces. The $500 is for your pockets, but only if you
gon come to the motel and flick me good as you did the other night. Go ahead and tell me that it
wasn't A-1. She said, smiling, "Know what I dug the most? That thug shit when you slapped the
shit outta me and made me eat you up. I needed to be flicked again after that. I've been goin'
hard on the stage for three nights straight, saving all my bread. Half of it is mine, half of it
belongs to my lick. Daddy, I'm tryin' to show you that I'm all that, so what's up?"
I sat there quietly for a minute, then said, "Yeah, you good rma fuck with ya. Just remember that
you got a place and you gotta stay in your lane, mama. Don't be runnin' off at the mouth and we
good. Fm gon get your issue for you right now." I did too, gave her the 3 ounces plus 3 grams
for her head. Picked her up at 2 a.m., took her to a room. The bitch is full-ledged freak, she gets
off on rough shit. I was just play cholcin' her while I was fuckin' her. The crazy mutha fucka
mushed my face and said, "Pussy ass nigga, I said choke me!" I must be the same sort of freak
'cause I started chokin' the shit out of her until her eyes bugged out and she was almost
unconscious. The shit turned me out, had my dick hard and I came super hard inside her.
Now here she is calling again. She told me, "I got $2,000 for you, and I need some product" I
already know that since it's so close to closing time she's probably going to want to be fucked
down. Tatyanna's been claiming her periods on, easy money turns me on, so why not? After all,
Vanessa does got that good, and her head game, impossible! How you gonna suck a cock with
no hands and let me fuck your mouth? The bitch is a beast! I pulled up with the 2 ounces. I had
6 grams and a fresh pack of syringes ready for our private party. I ran the 2 into the bar, got the
money and she told me to, "Go rent a room and come back." It's a damn good thing I hid the rest
of that brick in the utility room at the house. As soon as I put the truck into drive and pulled out
of the driveway, four Houston police cars swooped in on me from every direction, guns and
lights in my face.
"Freeze , Get out of the truck now!" With the .41 Taurus, coke and syringes in the truck? I don't
think so! I floored it. The raised bumper pushed the car aside and I took off. High-speed chase
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Chapter 72
Paul — I was using my key to slide in on her. After all, I do own the place. I know my nephew
takes that ill-tempered ass dog with him to work and ties him to the bumper of the truck. If I can
slip in there on this bitch, I can give her three big face hundred-dollar bills for a shot of that
pussy. After I get her ass once, it's a wrap. I will show her the advantages of being with a older
nigga. Hell, Jaime broke ass works for me. I need to make her see that here with me she can
live like a queen. Shit, she gon have to do somethin'. His ass is goin' in! Now why is I can't
open this damn deadbolt? I know this is the key for it. As I took the key our and knocked, it flew
open and how 'bout this bitch got a gun in here? Not only that, this mutha fucicin' dog ready to
tear my ass off the bone! Damn, why this fool didn't even bark? She said, "Paul! Whatch doin'
creepin' round here like that? I coulda shot you."
"I ain't creepin' nowhere. I own these mutha fuckas, in case you didn't know. Whatcha doin' up
here with that heater anyway? I know it ain't registered. Who changed this damn deadbolt? And
why that damned dog don't make no noise? I didn't even know that bad attitude havin' sumbitch
was in this house."
"First off, Paul, yeah, you the owner, but that don't mean you can just use a key and come in.
Yes, the gun is mine and it's registered in my name," I lied, "Jaime changed the deadbolt 'cause
he didn't want someone that maybe used to live here being able to just use a key and come in
here if weren't here. Tango don't make no noise 'cause he's a watchdog. He ain't gon make no
noise 'til he can get at a nigga's ass. So don't be mad at him," she said with the prettiest, fakest
smile a bitch ever put on her face. "Now how you doin? You know I'm trying to get ready for
work. What you doin', baby, checkin' up on me?"
Now check this little freak out. She was just now ready to shoot me, now she skinnin' and
grinnin' in a Niggas face. Damn, this bitch look like she get finer every time I see her. I give her
my smile and shoot my shot. "Tosha, I ain't checkin' for ya! I'm diggin' you, Tosha, and you need
to know it. I know you and my nephew been playin' house, but baby, Jaime can't offer you the
security and lifestyle I can." As I said this, I pulled the three big face bills out of my shirt pocket
and presented them to her. She stood there and looked at me, blushing, with that pretty smile on
her face. Then she said, "Paul, are you givin' me this money or you got somethin' on your mind?
Is that all you think my goodies are worth? If it is then I'm sorry that I misjudged you. I thought
you were a bigger bailer than that. And I certainly know my cookies are worth more."
"I said, "Well, lil mama, how much you think it's worth?"
"I'll think rma let you be the judge of all that. Now is this my pocket change or you tryin' to buy
me with it?" she said as she turned to go bark into the bathroom to finish getting ready for work.
I took a step to follow her and that big ass pit bull let loose a low growl. I won't lie to ya, that
dog scares the shot outta me. So I stood there by the front door. Damn, the bitch got my money
and got me on the spot like a mugg. If I take it back or ask her for some pussy, she gon think Fm
cheap. So I said, "Now, baby girl, that's for your pocket. I'll get back with you later on." And I
backed out the door, never takin' my eyes off that dog.
Chapter 73
Jaime — I never thought I would actually enjoy working with my hands so much. All of the 20
units were totally gutted. We filled most of two roll off Dumpsters with all the old sinks,
bathtubs and carpeting. The walls were concrete blocks so we used the big pressure washer to
clean and prep them, and the old ceiling was town out and replaced with sheet rock. The
electricity and plumbing, as well as the roof, were all sound and not in need of repairs. Once all
new sheet rock was hung, the walls and sheet rock got a coat of primer, then got sprayed with
texture.
We used laminate wood flooring that was bought in build at wholesale prices. The most difficult
part was going to be installing the shower stalls and installing the bathroom file. Overall though,
the job moved along steady. It is both enjoyable and rewarding. I have a good crew. Two white
guys and Puerto Rican. We pass our workday cracking jokes and keeping the mood light. They
both respect and liked me. Each of them had knowledge and experience in punch out work, so I
was more of a budget overseer than anything. Even as I worked along during the day, I thought
and plotted on both the dog track and my uncle. He thinks I ain't up on his shystey ass ways, so I
go ahead and allow him to believe that I'm both green and naive. He thinks that he's slicker than
a oil can. Oh boy, he just don't know. Tosha and I been putting together a decent little plan to
take down this dog track and get on the road back to Houston. Timing is gonna be the most
important, and that's what we talk more about that than anything.
I have agreed to finish this project for Paul. It's giving me valuable experience, and I'm living
rent-free and getting $550 a week salary. I will play straight with him as long as he does with
me, but best you know that nothing beats being crossed out but double crossing the mutha fucka
who's trying to do it.
When we finish our workday, I always spring for a 12 pack of Bud Light that sits in a cooler full
of ice waiting until 410 I roll a cigarillo of the last of the popcorn that I've had since leaving
Dallas. I try not to smoke around Tosha 'cause I don't want her to smoke. I don't like to get high
by myself, so on occasion I will blow one with the crew. I've still got a little over half a pound of
the purple Cush left that me and Tango smoke in the back yard. Tango, that's my boy right there.
I let Tosha spoil him, and I discipline and train him He is 115-pound soldier. His vertical leap is
well over 6 feet, and I get big cow femur bones from the butcher shop that he frequently bites
and crushes to bits with his powerful jaw. I bought a mountain bike, and I make him pull my
195-pound frame up and down the block to keep him lean and powerful. I do this because I
believe that before this shit is over with Tango is gonna be a big help. I didn't bring him with me
today because I plan to catch the third race at 6 pm and place a $20 bet. I have no idea how to
bet on dogs, nor do I care about winning. My sole purpose for going to the track is to scope out
what's going on and to make a solid game plan. Tosha will be there and working in the cashier's
cage, but I don't go to her window, I don't want to interact with her on any level while she's at the
track working. Tonight I plan to map me a way and route out of there, and I don't need any
distractions. Yeah, I plan to do them in very soon. If Uncle Paul plays it straight with me he will
get his payday and I'll leave town. If I don't he will get his issue and I'll leave town. I prefer the
former, but I don't mind the latter.
Chapter 74
Tosha — Uh-huh, ol' sense havin ass nigga. I got his ass then. The nigga had the nerve to try and
creep his ass into our apartment and was gon give me $300 for some pussy. I put his ass on the
spot. He didn't want me to think he's a cheap mutha fucka, that's why he let me keep that money.
Damn what a slimy ass nigga to go behind his own nephews' back and try to holla at his chick.
He don't know it now, but he will soon enough. I love Jaime, and even though Fm young I been
through enough bullshit with enough bullshit ass niggas to know when I got me a real one. I'm
pregnant with his twins and we plan to go back to H-Town and raise our kids together. I pity any
fool who's stupid enough to get in the way of our goal because that fool will get dealt with. No, I
ain't gon tell Jaime that he came over to the apartment. I ain't gon tell him I beat him outta $300
and I definitely ain't gon tell him he was trying to use his key to get in our place. I found out that
with Jaime sometimes it's best not to tell him certain shit, especially concerning me now since
Fm almost three month pregnant with the twins. I've managed to hold my weight down and I've
only put on about ten pounds, but in about another two weeks I will have an official baby bump
and from there I'll get huge. I've been taking those iron pills and they have increased my
appetite. I've already been shopping for maternity stuff to wear, and I go to the neo-natal care
unit every week for a appointment. I love being pregnant with Jaime's kids and how he fusses
over me for it.
He has about two more weeks until the apartments he's working on are done. We plan to hit this
place on that Friday and get up outta here Jaime says as long as Paul don't try to get slick he's
gon split the money with him before we leave. I got new for him though. Paul has already tried
to get slick and I don't plan to give him shit. In fact, if I got anything to say 'bout it, he gon take
the fall for this shit. He's trying to cross my baby out and thinlcin' Fm all for that shit. Well
surprise, surprise, mutha fucka ... Jaime's and I ain't gonna let nothin' get in the way of that.
The track has been kinda busy. I've already typed about $3,000 worth of receipts for the first two
races of the evening. This place makes money though, 'cause I've only paid out $250 in
winnings. Most people turn right around and bet all of it again. Here comes Jaime. Nigga walks
right past my window, don't even look at me in my tight ass size 8 stretch-denim jeans, and goes
straight to the white girl Ma.chelle's window. He places a $20 bet on a trifecta and gets his
receipt as he holds a friendly conversation with her, then goes on to the concession stand for a
beer. The bitch turns to me and says, "Damn, Tamara, you see the tall, good-lookin' piece right
there? I could put it on him so good his damn toes would curl, have him fiendin' like Jodeci. She
laughed and slapped her round ass. She was one of them white girls that was raised in the hood
around blacks and has had two mixed babies. She tried to be down, and for the most part, she's
good. She don't just let the N-word roll outta her mouth 'cause she feels like she's entitled. I
have to fake like I'm single so I talk nasty with her about the good-lookin' dudes who come and
bet. Right now I'm smiling, but inside I'm a little heated. She says, "Ewwwww, girl, look how
tall he is, as he walks away, "I bet he's got a least ..."
"Damn, Machelle, be careful. A man that fine probably got a crazy ass jealous bitch who would
kill a muth fucka 'bout him"
"Yeah, girl, you probably right, but a bitch can dream, can't she?"
Chapter 75
Ike - "Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang right up under my shirt. Better tell him I
ain't playin', because it's all fun and games til somebody get hurt. You finna get hurt murked hurt
put em in the dirt, boy. You betta catch me first." It's a CD I keep in rotation on the six-disc
changer. The impact the stainless steel chrome bumper made with the front fender of the cop car
must have caused the skip to this CF, this track. Fuck it, roll with it, Cajun! The big Mickey
Thompson patched out when I stomped the gas and literally pushed the task force Crown
Victoria unmarked car out of the way. I surprised the shit out of them and got a good two blocks
head start before my horn and drove up on the sidewalk around three cars. I crossed over the
intersection and turned on to the on-ramp of
1-45
North. As soon as I turned and was out of their
sight, I could see two homeless dudes who beg change at the busy intersection and spend it $10
at a time on work. Tonight they hit the jackpot. I blew my horn at the lighter flaming up the
hooter next to the bridge and threw the
rubber band around it and landed about
$2,000
15
knot of $20 bills at them. Thank God it had a
feet from their cardboard box smokin' shelter. Next I
grabbed the fanny pack that held the Taurus revolver, coke and syringes. It landed
20
feet from
the knot of money. I floored it as the first of three cruisers, lights and sirens ablaze, high-speed
chased me onto the interstate. My speed was up to 110 as I had long ago had GM's shut-down
governor removed from the Vortec engine. I have drove it up to
125
but that was before the 24-
inch rims and tires. All I know now was that I'm clean, and by the time they doubled back
searching for what was probably marked money, it, the coke and pistol would be long gone.
I raced up the on-ramp onto the interstate, the po-po hot on my tail. The T.I and Busta Rhymes
had me ridin' fast, weaving in and out of lanes, not giving a mother fuck. I rode past two exits
and quickly picked up three more cop cars. The big spot light and whinning of the motors let me
know that a helicopter was now in pursuit. I've got the Chevy pegged at 135 mile per hour riding
in the fast lane, with the exit to Old Town Spring, the hood where my house is located, coming
up quickly. I can also see lights up ahead where D.P.S more likely than not have stop strips
across the highway. I elect to take the exit and try to make it to my house. I yoke the wheel at
the last minute and jump off the interstate. The eight patrol cars and unmarked cars get off
behind me. I merged into the busy shopping center traffic without hitting my brakes. A old lady
chose that exact moment to swerve into the lane behind me and took out the first two cruisers,
and slowed the others down considerably. I punched the pedal to the floor of Chevy and shoot
off down the feeder and, damn, if I can just make it to the hood I've got an old abandoned barn I
can pull up inside of and get home on foot through a horse pasture and woods.
As I was thinking I had outrun and outsmarted them, I came up into the right turnabout doing
about 80 mph, I misplayed the turn, and the right wheel hit the curb. When it did, the truck
flipped and my head hit the ceiling so hard it knocked me unconscious, everything went black. I
woke up cuffed to a hospital bed, head full of stitches, eyes swollen shut, and two cops, one
make and one female. She said, "Welcome back, scumbag. My partner's in a coma because of
your ass. You're goin' in, and you're goin' hard."
Chapter 76
Paul — When I first arrived in Tampa Bay, Florida, some 16 years ago, I worked on a couple a
different full-time jobs to cover for my drug dealing ways. This all worked out just fine until I
caught a simple possession charge. I sold a $100 pack to a C.I was arrested immediately and
after doing a year in the county jail, I had lost my job with the Parks & Recreation Department,
working for the city of Tampa. Although it's been years since I worked for them, the money I am
willing to pay and the menial salary a city worker makes, it's a no-brainer for my boy in the
public works department to get me the schematics for which ground transformer sends both
power and lights into not only the dog track but all the houses and businesses in a three-block
radius of the big electrical box. The big, 2-ton Ford dump truck was rented in a suburb of Tampa
called Brandon. It was rented on a credit card belonging to one of my clientele. She's a Puerto
Rican chick with a good job, a bad habit and not enough cash to support it. For a 1-ounce
cookie, she rented the heavy dump truck, reported it stolen the next day, and I've had it sitting in
a big garage out in the country, in another small town called Plant City, Florida. Today is Friday,
and it's time to lick this race track and rob Sergio's punk ass.
The big, 2-ton truck is what will get the party started. According to the schematic printout, the
4x6 transformer box that sits on the ground at the corner of Nebraska Avenue, which runs north
and south, and Byrd Street, which runs east and west, is the box that will turn off the lights. I am
waiting at a 7-11 store two blocks from the track, waiting for the order to take out the big
transformer. As soon as the lights go out, shit's gonna pop off 'round this piece. What do I care?
I got my apartments done, and the first 10 have passed a big Section 8 housing inspection. The
one-year lease on the 10 units that are rented for $650 a piece each month is going to put $6,500
cash guaranteed every month in my bank. Damn sho sounds good to me. Jaime did a hell of a
job. The hardwood floors, new showers, mini refrigerators and ovens made them easy to sell
Now he's got this robbery all planned out, and the plan is good. Only thing he don't know if Ill
be outside with Tosha, well be waiting on him to come out. Tosha and I been plottin'. She's
down with my plan but tells me I have to help her look after her babies. She says I'm right. I
am, or will be, in much better shape to provide for her. They ain't really getting' along anyway,
according to her, and she's really ready for a change. Bitch says she ain't no ho and won't give
me any pussy until after we have eliminated Jaime. So I plan to get that good pregnant pussy
tonight on a bed in the Hyatt Downtown covered with a lot of money and celebrate our future
together. Damn, I can hardly wait. That's one fine piece of Texas right there.
Uh-oh, there goes my phone ringing in the simple text message, "Get money?" The question
mark signifies he sees the truck with the money in it headed off the interstate and turning onto
Bird Street, then two blocks and one red light to the parking lot. I text back, "Get money!" The
exclamation point signifies I'm en route to the box. It's only two blocks, so I take my time. We
are gonna wait until I see the truck pull out before I hit the transformer box with the bumper of
the dump truck. I wind up the speed and shift the gears in the big truck and arrive at the corner
where the transformer sits. I can see the side door of the dog track as the armed guard comes
out. As soon as their truck moved, I let out on the clutch and wind the truck up to 25 mph. The
30 yards of parking lot is ate up in a four-block radius go out, everything fades to black. Let the
games begin.
Chapter 77
Jaime — The essential part of any plan to jack, heist, lick rob, take money or any other metaphor
is timing. Right now, after two days of dry runs and practice, it couldn't be better. I finished up
the apartments on Monday, they were inspected and accepted Tuesday afternoon. The other 10
units only need the laminate flooring to be complete, so we have decided that it's time to get it
while the gettin's good. As I see the armored truck run its same route and pull up to the very
same door to make its drop, it's 8:50 pm and dark outside. The parking lot, building and property
that surrounds the outside is all lit up with orange halogen lights that will all go off when that
armored truck pulls out In 5... 4... 3... 2... 1 bam! I hear the noise and see sparks fly
from the ground under the truck. The lights over the track's parking lot and inside the structure
flicker once, twice, then it all does black dark. I am up out of the stolen car, mask pulled down,
dressed in black and armed to the teeth. I have a loaded .40 in my hand, another in a holster
clipped on my belt, and the nine rides in a shoulder rig under my arm. The bulletproof vest
covers my clothing. The gloved hand grabs the entrance door's handle, and I am inside. The
battery-powered backup lighting lights the hallway, and the cashier's cage is 20 feet ahead on my
right. The door is open and I have the element of surprise as I run to the door, pistol in hand, and
step inside. "Don't nobody move a fucicin' muscle! Y'all know what the fuck time it is, lay the
fuck down, now! First bitch flinch gonna get it!"
The Cuban is madder than a mother fucker. He wants to go for the big .45 on his hip. He's
holding one of the four bags, each one with $34,500 in it for a total of $150,000. I don't hesitate.
I step up to him and crack him between the eyes with the handle of the .40. He stumbles
backward and falls, his head split and bleeding like a mutha fucka. "You lookin' like you wanna
try me, Rico Suave. Maybe that will help ya get your mind right." At the sight of the blood,
both the white girl and Tosha start screamin'. "Shut the fuck up, both of ya. Tha fuck y'all
screamin' for?" I opened the backpack, took the money out of the Cuban's hand and put it inside.
The other three were on the counter behind the girls. I pointed the .40 at them. "Get y'all fat
asses out my way."
"Please, mister, I'm pregnant and you got me nauseous I think I'm gonna puke."
The Cuban spoke up. "Yeah, that's my fiancé. Please don't hurt her."
"Oh, for real? Y'all mufuckas got jungle fever up in here, huh? I don't give a fuck who she is.
Matter a fact, get yo pregnant, pukin' ass outta here Puke on me, I'ma kill you and that Cuban
bastard. You, fat ass white girl, put the rest of them bags in this backpack and be quick about it."
By now, Tosha has grabbed her purse and is out the door. People were now wandering the wide
concourse outside the office. The white girl loaded and zipped the backpack. She held it out to
me and the freak bitch had a smile on her face, lookin' at me all sexy and shit. "Lenune guess,
thugs make yo cut jump, don't they?" I grabbed the pack, put it on my shoulder and said, "OK,
Rico, I'm done. I ain't gon let you shoot me in my back though. Come up off that piece. If you
do anything but lay that mutha fucka on the ground, I'ma smoke that ass." He took it out and set
it gingerly on the ground. "Slide it over here." He complied. I picked it up, took the safety off
and stepped into the wide concourse that led outside after peeping 'round the corner to see it all
clear. I set one foot in the hallway, and the large-caliber handgun gave a lout report, the
bulletproof glass in the case shattered, and all hell broke loose. When I looked down the
hallway, the Cuban's brother had came up from the track downstairs. He had two armed security
guards with him, both with long-barreled .38 revolvers out and aimed at me. I did the only thing
I could do when they hollered, "Freeze!" I raised both the .40 and the .45 and started pulling the
trigger.
The loud reports of both guns in the closed-in hallway were both frightening and deafening.
Now people are screamin' and duckin' for cover. Fm bustin' at them as I backpedal along the
concrete wall, trying to make myself as small a target as possible. I am 4 feet from the door and
bullets are hitting and ricocheting off the concrete all around me, the glass in the door shatters.
This Cuban got murder on his mind. I fire back with both guns and keep them pinned down. I
make it to the door and lead hits me twice, once in the vest and once in my leg. As I fire more
shots into the hallway, I'm running with a limp, my chest feels like a nigga hit me with a
sledgehammer. My leg's bleeding bad, but it's a flesh wound. I'll live. My top priority now is
to get the fuck outta here. I can see the blue lights of the police cars across the big parking lot.
They have the dump truck surrounded but I'm sure that by now they have heard the shots. As I
make it to the stolen Chevy Impala and open the back door to lay in the seat, Tosha's behind the
wheel. Uncle Paul — who is suppose to be at or close to the truck in another vehicle to wreck it,
create a diversion and mask me escape — stands up from behind the front of the car. He aims at
me with the .380, then says, "Alright Jesse James as nigga, give me that backpack." The next 10
seconds went in slow motion as shots flew from the place I least suspected.
Chapter 78
Tosha — A bitch can scream thug life, throw up her set, get her and her nigga's clique tattooed on
her. She can go visit a nigga up in a unit and bring him weed, tobacco or pills in a balloon
stuffed up in her pussy. She can use her camera phone and take some ass shots in a thong for her
nigga to pull on his shit to until he gets back to her. A bitch ain't no true ride or die until all the
chips are on the line and not only can she come through bustin' her tool, she's ice water in the
heat! Real bitches and niggas, I give you, Ms. Tosha. I had the window down on my side. The
engine was runnin' and ready to go. I could hear the firefight inside but Jaime made me swear on
everything that I would not come back inside. It was the longest 60 seconds of my life, but I
prayed and endured. At long last, here he came and was bleeding, but on his way to the car. His
bullshit ass uncle had came and was standing next to the driver's side, talkin' bout us goin'
downtown to celebrate as soon as Jaime came out and he got the money for us. I knew right then
how it was going down. I had gave Machelle that $300 two weeks ago, told her, "I feel naked
without no protection. Find me somethin' that'll pop a nigga's ass off." She came back three
days later with the .38 five-shot Smith & Wesson Bulldog. I bought a box of hollow points and
loaded it up. I took it under the old bridge and fired it at cans. Nigga, I can shoot. Now Paul
knows it too. As he stood up and threw down on Jaime, I reach my arm out the window and bust
his ass twice, once in the shoulder, once in the leg. I didn't panic at all. I had planned my shit to
pop his ass off. I jumped over the seat, pulled Jaime into the car, got his mask, gloves and .45
that belonged to the Cuban. I took out a bank bag with $4,500 loose cash I snagged when
everything went dark. I got out of the car, slid to the front where the nigga lay, wounded and
bleeding. I grabbed the .380, threw down the empty .45 I held with the glove. I threw the mask
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down by him and last but not least, I opened the money bag and dumped it all around his body,
the said, "Square ass nigga, next time betta be playa enough to catch your own ride or die and
leave the next niggas alone. I'll holla at you 'bout 25 or 35 years!"
The nigga said, "You a real bitch!"
"And don't you dare forget it, nigga! I'm the Boss In Total Control, Here!"
I slid behind the wheel and pulled off as the chaos was all around us. A cop stopped me and
asked, "Miss, are you okay?" The hysterical tears and hand gestures came quickly as I explained
how it was just terrible how my boyfriend was wounded by that evil, evil man that was laying in
the parking lot with a bag full of money." As I said it, $20 and $50 bills floated by his
headlights. He shined his spotlight on Paul and said, "M'am, I will come to the hospital and take
your statement, let me deal with him fast."
"Oh, sure, officer, I'll be here waiting for you."
I hit drive and pulled off. Jaime was laying down, backpack on the floorboard. I couldn't see it,
but I knew the nigga had the biggest smile on his handsome ass face. I said, "How ya doin' back
there, Daddy?"
"Aw, baby, I feel good like James Brown."
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"I know it, baby. If! was a nigga and had a bitch like me, I would feel good too!"
We made it to the apartment where, once again, our shit was packed and ready to go. All I had to
do was load up Tango. I followed Jaime in the stolen car to the dead end of some railroad tracks
in north Tampa. He soaked the seats down with a gas can then set it on fire. I drove us onto 75
North while he cut a sheet and packed his wound. We'll have to stop through New Orleans in the
lower 9th Ward where Black Bag Mama would be paid well for her services.
Part IV: The Dog Track Sting
Chapter 79
Ike — They started out trying to get me to confess to bein' in possession and distributing over 5
ounces of cocaine on two different occasions. Said they had evidence and could prove it. I said,
"Your prover must be broken, I ain't saw no evidence yet." No way was I suppose to sit in here
this long. Tatyanna took my calls until I didn't have a choice and had to tell her where I hid
$67,800 and, minus the 2 ounces and 6 grams I took with me, a whole brick of cocaine. Then
she shut the phone off. When I wrote her the threatening fuck-you letter, she responded by
sending me pictures of me and Vanessa going into the motel the second time we were together,
and the creme de la creme, two newspaper articles — one from a College Station paper about the
two murders of the land management rancher and the stripper, and the other was from the
Houston Cronicle when it reported on the mysterious death of D.0 The police had little evidence
and no suspects in either case. Her message was clear, "Don't call, don't threaten, and charge the
money and product to the game." Word had it that her and Gip now lived together and were
buying a house. She had apparently exchanged info with the stripper bitch who was muling for
Salvatore. She called the bitch, and now Tatyanna and Gip were connected to my connect, and
they were blowing up on the northside. What could I do? If I fuck with her, she gon' start talkin
to the po-po about them three bodies. Then there's the shit with the cop in Dallas, the bullshit in
Shreveport. I got a lot of skeletons that I want to keep in the closet, so I tore up her number. I
had lost everything by thinking with my dick.
I been in county jail on a high ass $120,000 bond that the judge refused to lower because the cop
who hit the old lady is all flicked up. Their last offer for all the charges was 20 years. They can
kiss my ass with 20 years. The three months I've been gone, I've thought a lot about what I'm
gonna do now and to be truthful, I ain't got a clue. I did have $3,500 on the secure credit card
that I would add $200 or $300 to every week. So I wrote to the bank manager who I used to go
see. She's got me set up to get $100 each month put on my books. I had $750 in my wallet, so
I'm alright as far as being able to order a little commissary. But other than that, I am all alone
and facing big time in prison. Then I think back to my grandma. I sent her $200 cash every
week but can't call her for fear of the monitored calls linking me to the robbery in Shreveport.
They have me up on the sixth floor at 701 San Jacinto in downtown Houston. I've seen two
I.V.P boys from the northside. Both made bond in three to four days, Gip is doing his thang.
Still don't keep me from wanting to kill him and that bitch for crossing me, but they did what
hustlers do, kept on hustlin'. I can't be mad at him. I want to hurt that bitch Tatyanna, but her
deal is she's so loyal to a nigga and if he ain't the same with her, there will be drama, and she will
get her revenge is $62,000 cash and a brick of cocaine, so fuck it!
Right now I need for that cop to wake up and live. If I get the felony fleeing to elude capture
dropped, I can live with a drug conviction, although the evidence is sketchy. After all, where's
the money? There's no witnesses to the transaction but a stripper who was made 'cause she got
her ass whooped. Nothing to do now but watch, wait and pray.
Part V: Grace Sets the Soul Free
Chapter 80
Jaime — Never believed all the hype and rumors about pregnant pussy until I got some. Tosha's
belly is huge at six and a half months, and right now it's goin' down. No, I can't get up in her and
act a fool, but laying behind her as she lays on her side and slow stroking her while I grip them
titties that are growing with milk every day has got me ready to cum so fast, her shit is on fire
inside. The grip and feel of it is, in a word, intoxicating!
I've been working my ass off every day, and it looks as though the hard work and money
invested will finally start showing a profit. It will be a year before J&T Propertied LLC will
actually show a profit on our ledgers and in our bank statement, but what the hell, we're playing
with house money.
We rode all night on 75, then hit 10 West almost three months ago. My leg was leaking blood
and I lay in the backseat, weak from blood loss, on rib fractured from the .45 slug the Cuban hit
me in the torso with. I still believe Tango saved my life by doctoring the wound with his tongue.
I allowed him to lick it and, thankfully, it never got infected. We went straight to the car shop in
New Orleans. We just left there in a hurry three months prior to that stop, but the old-school
shop owner was happy to see us. We got Black Bag Mama to do the surgery, but he put a mask
on me and told her I didn't want my identity known and her fee was paid in cash, up front. At
that point she didn't give a damn 'bout who I was, she was makin' her money. Tosha also stayed
out of sight with Tango and waited until she was done. This wasn't no reunion, and we got the
hell outta New Orleans. We rode into Houston after a nearly nine-month tour with $318,000
cash stacked neatly in a small briefcase. We had about $4,000 pocket money, and with my fresh
real estate license were looking to be players in the game. After paying $35 for a business
license and registering with the state of Texas Realtors Association, we were in there.
I got their website and started communicating with a old-school black-owned real estate bank.
When I told him I was looking for property in which to invest my money - $250,000 — he took
me to a 50-unit apartment complex that had been foreclosed on. He wants to sell them for
$750,000, and I had more than enough money as a down payment. I walked in and out of every
unit, inspecting the foundation, integrity, and the roofing, all of which were in good shape.
Before I signed on, though, I contacted both the HUD Section 8, and housing authority for the
district. The apartments are located on Red Oak Drive, four blocks off FM 1960. Anyway, the
HUD and Section 8 waiting list for available living quarter was 400 to 500 families long. The
housing authority's list was almost as long. The bank would make me a loan equal to my down
payment at 3 percent interest and monthly payment of $2,500 a month over 10 year. The
mortgage payment would be the same for 30 years. I could use property value equity loans every
five years if I chose to. Bottom line is, if! signed this lease, I owed the bank $5,000 a month.
But if I lived there and we converted two two-bedroom units into a split-level house for
ourselves, we still had 48 rentable units at $500 a month for a one-bedroom and $650 a month
for two bedrooms. We want it full, and we will have to get them to pass the housing inspection.
We'll remodel, renovate and landscape the property, but with the right crew in place and hard
work, the first units could be ready for inspection in 75 to 90 days.
Tosha and I decide we would go for it. We still have close to $40,000 put up in two different
bank accounts, and we signed on for the property. I went to the Workforce Solutions with my
laptop, business cards and urine sample cup. I didn't have time to waste. I needed a crew and
hired four guys and two girls, all of whom could pass a drug screen. I don't mind what happens
in their off time — hell, I just burned a cigarillo after dinner — but anyone who wasn't dedicated
enough to clean up for a job, I didn't want. The crew shows up every day and works hard. Tosha
has been setting up and organizing the small lease office, and our house, which sits to the left of
the entrance gate. It was the first one done, and we live here by ourselves inside the big, fencedin complex. Tango now has girlfriend named Beyonce. She's also a brindle who will come into
her first heat in the springtime. I have fenced in the area behind our house to keep them during
the day while the crew is here. I don't want them friendly with anybody but Tosha and me. At
night, I turn them out to patrol the grounds, and Tango is training that bitch to stop barking and
patrol in silence. All of our supplies, materials, tools and equipment are locked inside the block
of units we are working on, and I don't trust nobody. If one of the crew tried to creep back to
help himself to our shit, he's got to deal with Tango and Beyonce. We are happy family, and their
function is both loyalty and security.
It's getting good to her now, and Tosha is backing that ass up on me as she moans out how good
it is to her. Our lovemaking is both methodical and filled with passion. I let her work me and
rake on the dick the way she wants to. God knows, as hot as it is, I can't hold out long. "Ohhhh,
shit," I cried as my balls released their juice inside of her warm, waiting port. We lay still,
panting heavily in the big queen-sized bed. She rolled over to face me, kissed me and smiled.
"Daddy, I love you so much. Thanks for making me so happy. I feel like the luckiest woman in
the world." I sighed and said, "Tosha, I would say we are both pretty lucky. We have each other,
two babies on the way, and now a house. And don't forget the $5,000-a-month mortgage." We
laughed together and went to sleep.
Chapter 81
Tosha - "Well, MS Campbell, everything appears to be just fine. Both babies' heartbeats are
steady and strong." By now, I'm as big as a house. I'm only 5'5" with two 7-and-half-month-old
babies growing inside me. My normal weight is 135. I tipped the scales today at 177 pounds. I
haven't been just laying around being lazy. I've been getting up every morning to cook Jaime a
good breakfast, and most morning I will stay up and go to the rental office and try to keep things
running and in order there. We have hired another chick who has leasing agent experience., and
she's been a gift from above as far as helping me keep the stuff ordered that Jaime and the
worker need, checking off the apartments that are online and ready for inspection, as well as
getting everything set up for our opening in 25 more days. To date, we have 15 units that are
completely ready for inspection. The right palms have been greased over dinner at Texas
Roadhouse Grill, the $5,000 cash has all but assured us that we are not only gonna pass
inspection but that 25 one-year leases have already been rubber-stamped with our apartments
corporate name, The Isles Apartments.
But with so much riding on getting this place open for business, and both of our lack of trust in
the hired help, Jaime has been staying behind to make sure shit is being done and done right. We
are using hardwood laminate flooring in every unit, and it is a huge selling point to get leases
signed. He learned a lot in Florida and right now, Jaime is on top of his game with this property.
After we got here and started shopping around, I still kept up online with the Tampa Tribune.
The story was hot for two weeks. Paul was in jail with no bond. The detectives knew he had a
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accomplice, but with him in possession of the .45, the gloves and mask, Paul is goin' in. He is
taking it like a man, though. So far he ain't said who was helping him. The armed robbery is bad
enough, but the 19 counts of aggravated assault with a weapon is gonna hang him. A search of
his game room has got him charged with possession of narcotics, 110 grams of cocaine. Bottom
line, Uncle Paul is history. Now we're focused on getting our business off the ground. We
already have all the family either of us wants around. My mother, his mother or grandmother
don't even know that we own our own apartments, have two kids on the way or $40,000 left in
the bank. We have the $250,000 renovation loan that we have spent well over half of, but as far
as I know, we have all the materials to fix the remaining units.
Right now, our house is finished but it's very basic and plain. Jaime says I can use some of the
leftover money to decorate it. We have three bedrooms upstairs, one of which is a beautiful
nursery we built together. Downstairs is a guest bedroom, a playroom, changing station for the
kids and a office space where we have a home computer set up. Yes, I'm big as a house, but
Jaime and me walk around the apartment's huge roadway most every night right before he turns
loose the rest of our family, Tango and Beyond. We try to keep them separate, but I think he
already got her. She won't get pregnant until she goes into heat. We plan to sell off all the
puppies except for one boy. We plan to have the only dogs on the premises, and we'll enforce a
strict no-pets policy.
The doctor who will deliver the twins is talking his fool head off as he hooks up the sonogram
machine. This is my favorite part of this appointment, when I get to see live pictures of my
children moving inside me. The pregnancy make me both hungry and homey. Jaime loves it
when I am damn near beggin' him to put his dick in me. I don't know why, but sometimes my
cut just starts pulsing and refuses to stop until I cum. We have to take it slow, but it only adds to
the intimacy that we share. It seems that every day we grow closer as a couple. He spoils me
rotten with his constant attention. I, on the other hand, make damn sure that no matter how I feel
that I have us a good home-cooked dinner.
"There he is," says the doctor as I took at the image on the screen. We are having both a boy and
a girl. He seems to always be at the top of my stomach, while she stays at the bottom. They
both move and kick like crazy, and as the doctor moves the camera down my stomach, she
responds with a nice stiff kick that makes both me and the doctor laugh after I cry out in pain that
she has kicked at my belly button. After he takes about six pictures that I will get to keep, he
concludes the appointment with his same old lecture, get my rest and make sure I eat. I plan to
breastfeed them so my breast won't get all flabby and saggy. With the visit over and me heading
out the door, I ran head on into a chick who is one of the I.V.P clique's girlfriend. She didn't
waste no time talcin' off on me. "Oh hell to the naw, I know you ain't got the nerve to show yo
fuckin' face 'round here after you helped a nigga rob my man and killed Bug." She's loud as fuck.
I'm getting' upset. I tell her, "Girl, how ya doin' come on, holla at me out here."
"Sho fucicin' will, bitch."
I did all I knew to do. She's pregnant like me. Fightin' would be dumb. She followed me down
the gall out the door and to the parking lot. When I got here between two SUV's, my hand came
out of my purse, the Bulldog 38 was in her face. "Bitch, let me see if I can adjust that mouth you
got."
Chapter 82
Ike - "Well, Mr. Deveraux, I believe 10 years is very good offer and with all the overwhelming
evi..."
"If you think it's such a good offer, you sign it and do it. Other than that, get me a reset paper so
I can move around." I am up on the 17th floor of the courthouse. I'm in courtroom 288 this
court is known for having tough prosecutors. I've been in jail now for most of seven months.
What started out as 20 years has now been cut in half down to 10 years. I've gotten tight with a
dude in my tank. He's got a girl that does whatever he asks her. I had him get her to check on
the cop's status. He went back to work two months ago and suffers no long-term effects from his
injuries. That's why they are starting to slide backwards now. At first they thought he would die
or at least be a vegetable. His attorney looked into the details of my case and even though I can't
afford to hire him, he says they can't convict me on that charge and will be forced to reduce it,
and I should hold out for a year in county jail. I am following his advice and won't sign for any
time. This doesn't bother my court-appointed lawyer. He gets $750 every time he resets my
case. I come to court every month, so you do the math. Harris County and the state of Texas is
after a conviction. I'll give them one, but only on a reduced charge, and no way am I gonna do
prison time. It's all a waiting game now. I've gotten the streets outta my system, my patience is
growing. I am willing to wait on them as long as it takes for them to get it right. I haven't told
the court-appointed that I know this fool is back on the job. Let him go on and keep playin' me
for dumb. I'm cool with it. He's trying to make his money. Lawyers and tow truck driver are a
lot alike. Neither one of 'em is worth at shit to me. 01' Cajun is gonna wait on the wheels of
justice, no matter how slow they turn.
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Chapter 83
Jaime — What could I do? I was madder than a mother fucker. I rode the gold cart up to the
house and got off it just about the time Tosha pulled up. She was upset and crying. At first I
thought she had received bad news about the twins. It hurts me so bad to see her like that. By
now the front of the complex is buzzing with activity. Slowly but surely the units are going
online and are ready to go. This morning there's a licensed electrician going over all the wiring
and electric outlets, as well as a septic tank truck that is pumping and cleaning the four big tanks
that service the whole complex. The pool behind the leasing office has been drained and
repainted. Now it's refilled. The pool man cleans and treats it with chemicals. Hell, me and the
crew been having a swim without beer after the long days we put in.
I don't want or need Tosha to create a scene, so I walk her inside. She pulls the gun outta her
purse. It's bloody. She's got blood splattered on her blouse and jeans. The fingers on her hand
are swollen.
"Tosha, what the hell?"
She breaks down in my arms. She's hysterical and telling me how, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to
go that far."
I ask her, "What the hell happened?" It's another few minutes of sobbing and carrying on before
she finally regains her composure. "If that bitch would just shut her damn mouth."
"Tosha, who are you talkin' bout, baby?"
"That bitch Sierra. She got a boyfriend named D C him and Bug was like third cousins or some
shit. Anyway, the bitch got fly with me at the doctor's office. She's pregnant too and I didn't
wanna fight her, so I pistol-whipped her fat ass down to the ground. Jaime, I felt threatened and
just snapped. Baby, I beat her down and left her laying between two cars, but I only hit her in the
face and never hurt her baby. Jaime, I'm scared for my babies. She was talkin' shit 'bout me
helpin' you rob them and lcillin' Bug. Baby, what am I gonna do? Jaime, I'm scared!"
When she started hyperventilating, she scared me. I thought I was done with the violence and all
the bullshit. Made a promise to both God and myself that if he would let me prosper and give
me a healthy family I would make some changes in my life, try to do what's right. At this
moment, with Tosha scared like this an acting like she is, I only want to protect my family. I
called the rental office and told Liz to come over to the house and stay with Tosha. I went
upstairs to the spare bedroom. In the closet was a gym bag. Inside it is the heavy Kevlar vest,
two loaded Glock .40 handguns, and $10,000 cash that! always keep for emergencies. When I
came down with the gym bag, Liz, who is a little older and doesn't know or fully understand all
the drama, is sitting with Tosha on the couch. I tell her to, "Keep her calm. If she seems like
something is wrong, call 911.
"Alright, Mr. Ford, I'll look after her as best I can."
"Tosha looked up at me. "Jaime, where are you going? Baby, please don't go do no crazy shit."
"Tosh, I got this Just lay down and chill."
I went to the sliding glass door that went to the backyard. Tango and Beyonce have a 8x12 pen I
keep them in. Right now, I needed a real nigga to ride with me. My first choice was laid up on
the couch, pregnant with my kids and choked up with emotion from her earlier actions with this
pregnant girl. So I go with my second choice. I called him, "Tango, come on, boy." I opened the
pen and put him on his leash. I squatted down and hugged him to me. As I rubbed his strong
chest, I talked to him and I know that fool understands me. I tell him, "Whatcha say, boy, you
gon' help me handle these niggas, huh?" Yeah, I know, you always ready for some drama. Come
on, lets go!" He has reached his peak in both size and maturity at 115 pounds and 3 feet high
with his head held straight while he stands up. I have trained and drilled him to a point that we
interact with each other so well we are more like brothers. He's been with me since he was 7
weeks old, and I wouldn't go to war with nobody but Tosha, him and now Beyonca. She is just
now coming into her own as a watchdog and not ready for the bullshit that may come our way
today. So I leave her behind. When we walk through the house, both Liz and Tosha are sitting
on the couch. I go and kiss Tosha, and when I stand up, Tango lays his head on her leg. She rubs
his head and kisses it.
We loaded up in the Yukon and I drove straight to Imperial Valley Road via FM 1960. When I
drove onto the block, the early afternoon foot traffic was slow. They are creatures of habit and
once again they were in the exact same spot. When I asked a fiend, "Who's holdin'?" he said,
"They all 'round there shootin' dice. Wand me to take ya?"
"Naw, pop, I think I know where they at." I pulled up in the parking lot, got out, and put the
leash on Tango. We walked quietly through the lot. I was dressed out in my vest, one .40 in my
hand, the other in a holster on my hip. When I got close to the Dumpster's front edge, I leaned
down and got in Tango's ear as I pointed and said, "Watch 'em, boy." He slipped silently to the
corner. I split off from him to the other side. When I eased up on the six I.V.P boys shootin'
dice, I said, "MI y'all niggas get ya hands where I can see 'em or it's gon be a problem!" They all
looked up at the same time, hands held high. "I wanna know who the speaker is for y'all, and I
wanna know now." He came walkin' up from the other side, but he doesn't see Tango, who is
poised and waiting on my order. He says, "My name's Gip. You jackin' us, nigga?"
"Now, I come to make peace. If not, then war ain't bad either."
He said, "You say that you come to our block in peace, but you dressed out for war. How we
gon talk like that?"
I considered what he said, hit the eject lever and let the 16-round clip fall into my hand. I racked
the slide and spit the one out of the chamber, then threw him the piece.
"Well, don't mean much since you got another on your hip that the clip can slide into, but I
appreciate the gesture. What's on your mind?"
"Almost 10 months ago, I came through here and touched this game. I was masked up, and y'all
would never have known it if I didn't tell ya. Thing is, the girl that left with me, remember her?"
"Yeah, that's Tosha, we all know her."
"Well, the nigga I shot was beatin' her ass, that's why she hit him with that board, so who is D.C?
Gip said, "That snitchin' bitch nigga is dead. A nigga got at his ass behind his junkie ass ways."
"My girl Tosha is seven months pregnant with my twins and don't need no bullshit outta his old
lady like she got today, feel me? I came here to be a man and square y'all just to make peace.
Another young member spoke as he stood up, "Man fuck that shit. This nigga got me for $1,800
and a ounce that day. Let's 187 his ass!" The other five looked on in uncertainty. I said, "Tango,
watch," as I pointed to a spot 10 feet to my left. He came out of the shadows of the weeds and
vacant lot behind the apartments and sat down, ears pinned back, hair bristled, a low growl in his
throat. Gip said, "Day-Day, sit yo ass down 'fore that pit bull eats you up." He squatted down
quietly. "Listen my nigga, we got this spot on lock, and our paper is more important that beefin'.
We been charged that shit to the game. D.0 or Bug, neither one of them niggas is a part of us.
You don't owe us shit. If you come 'round on another jack move, I promise it'll be your last." He
pitched my .40 back to me and said, "You and your soldier go like you said you came, in peace."
Part V:Grace Sets the Soul Free
Chapter 84
Tosha — I will tell all of you young, ambitious ass girls that a man, I mean a damn good man, is
something a bitch better cherish and do whatever she needs to do to keep him, even if it's some
skit she didn't want to do. I'm so glad the shit with the Imperial Valley niggas is over with that I
don't know what to do. I ain't gon lie though, I, almost allowed my stupid ass pride and
stubbornness to cause the shit to escalate into some bullshit. It's a funny thing about pride. They
say it always comes before the fall. Since I ain't trying to do no falling, I had to swallow that shit
and listen to my man Jaime's came back from their hood, both him and Tango in one piece,
thank God. With the bun of activity going on around the complex, I couldn't afford to have Ms.
Liz sittin' in the house with me, so I stopped stressin' and acting like a baby. I put my big-girl
panties on and got up to do what I could do. I have found an inner peace and solace in cooking
good and healthy meals for us. So I laid out the chicken breast that I would season with Shake n
Bake and put it in the oven. I put a can of corn and a can of peas together for mixed veggies,
along with steamed broccoli and melted pepper jack cheese on top of it. The chefs salad, I can't
lie, I buy it already cut up and ready to go. All I do is add chopped up crabmeat and buy our
favorite ranch dressing. With only the salad left to do and five more minutes on the chicken
breast, Jaime came in and said, "Shut everything down, we've got business to take care of." I
didn't question him. I put on some clothes while he put Tango up then we got in the Yukon and
took off.
"Tosha, I know I don't have to say how important it is to get this shit behind us and move on with
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our lives, right?"
"Yes, baby, I know and I'll do anything I can to help fa it."
"Good, it's gonna start with a simple apology."
"Anything but that. I ain't gon apologize to that bitch 'cause I wasn't wrong. She knew that no
good ass nigga use to beat my ass! She also knows Fm a bitch who ain't gon stand by and allow
a mutha fucka to front me off in public like that. I never have
"Tosha, enough with that tough thug ass shit. It's time you put that shit to rest and start thinlcin'
bout the kids you gotta bring into the world and set a good example for."
"Oh no, you didn't jus go there with me, nigga. You just left me at the house and rode into a war
zone, guns loaded for bear and Tango ready to kill"
"Yeah, and the shit I did, I did it to protect my family, and if or when someone becomes a threat
to your family, then your actions would be totally understandable and justified. Tosha, that girl
ain't no threat to us. You pistol-whipped her. In a parking lot, no less. There you go again,
running around like Annie fuckin' Oakley with a loaded .38 in your purse. You don't even know
if the gun has any bodies on it or not. Tosha, it's time to stop living reckless and start living our
lives like two adults with a family to raise. We have a business to turn into a success if we want
all the stuff we been talkin"bout in our bed at nighttime. Or is all of that just a dream, Tosh?
I stopped huffin' and puffin' and finally started to listen. Jaime was through thuggin',robbin'and
taking shit. He was still scheming, only he was doin' it legit. Our new hustle was the 48
apartments we signed up to own and I needed to be on the same page with him.
"Alright, alright, what you want me to do, Jaime?" He says, "That's my girl." He put the Yukon
into gear and backed out of our parking space. "I talked to a nigga named Gip. He says the girl
ain't even a part of them. Her nigga D.0 got downed for snitchin' on the connect they used to get
their work from."
"Damn, I didn't know that. And she's pregnant with that fool's baby."
"Tosha, we stepped on a lot of niggas' heads trying to come up. We're real close to getting' on
the path and headed it the right direction," he said as we drove. "This girl is young, alone and
pregnant. She probably feels pretty overwhelmed by now. Crime stoppers probably got a
reward out there for somebody to help solve that nigga's murder. I don't know if she's like her
baby daddy and will dime on you, but we can't take that chance. A apology and then 10 racks
gon be what persuades her to forget she ever saw you!" he said as we pulled into the driveway of
a older house on Hafer Drive.
"Alright, Jaime, I feel that, what if she's already told somethin' or worse, spends our money then
decides she's got a story to tell?"
"If tha bitch do that, then she'll have to be dealt with, but as of a hour ago when Gip called D.C's
old phone and told her that he may have a few chips commn' her way, she was laid up in bed, her
face swollen up, two teeth cracked, and a gash on her cheek. I don't think she wants anything
else to do with you. We gonna go in here, play nice and drop this cash on her. Then we are
gonna go eat our dinner, ride to the Sonic for a ice cream dessert and then go to USA Baby and
shop off you frustrations!"
We followed the game plan he laid out. At first her mama was mad, but like most hood moms,
she ain't touched that much cash in a minute. "The nigga never put them kinda chips in the
lcittie, spent his money on clothes and wet. No, her or her daughter wasn't no snitch and she
knew well what happens to 'em They just buried one. We got home, ate, then spent our evening
shopping. Damn, I do love this man!
Chapter 85
Ike - "I'm locked up, they won't let me out, locked up, won't let me out ohhh," The popular Alton
tune plays on the hip hop station. The sound comes out of the little, 3-inch wall-mounted
speaker in my cell. I'm on the sixth floor and in a single-man cell along with 25 other inmates.
The doors go on lockdown from 1010 until 7 am. Then we are allowed out of our cells to watch
TV and play games, mostly chess and dominoes. Or you can do like I do- stay in the cell and
come up with creative ways to work out and strengthen my body. I went to court again early this
morning. I been here nine months, and the 20 years they started with for aggravated assault on a
peace officer has now been reduced to fleeing to elude custody and distribution of cocaine.
Today's offer, three year TDCJ. I don't intend to go to prison, so once again I waved off my
attorney, told him what I'll sign for, I also told him I know the cop was back on the job and that
the state's case was built around him being fucked up. He started stuttering and stammering.
"Why, I ... I ... I nev ... never hi ... knew he was awake. How did you find that out?"
"Don't worry 'bout it. Just know that I got the goods and I ain't signing for anything more than a
year." He said to give him time and just let him try to work it out. In six weeks, if all goes well,
I will sign for time I already done and walk my ass up outta here. I will be damn close to dead
broke. I'll have less than $2,000 on my ATM card, no vehicle, no clothes, no place to go. I guess
that my hustlin' skills are really getting ready to be put to the test. I don't mind though. In case
y'all ain't figured it out yet, ol' Cajun is jus like cream on some cow's milk. He always rises to
the top!
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Chapter 86
Jaime — We had a shut-the-clock-down grand opening. Finally, I watched as our hard work paid
off. With 40 units, both one and two-bedroom floor plans online, and 25 section 8 contracts
already filling up those units, the moving trucks, vans and cars going in and out of the gate since
6 am this morning makes the scene one of both excitement and chaos. Tosha hired two clowns.
She stood one out on FM 1960 and 1-45 with a big Isle Apartments Grand Opening sign and with
a arrow pointing them east toward Red Oak Drive. The other clown stood in the median of Red
Oak and 1960 handing out balloons and candy when the light was red. She hung streamer,
balloons and signs all alone Red Oak Drive advertising the block party with free food, music,
prize giveaways and $99 move-in specials. She has created a carnival-like atmosphere, and the
beef and turkey sausage links, potato salad and baked beans that are cooking on the grill by the
poolside will always draw a crowd to any location, especially when it's free. It's the fifth day of
the month. We received the 25 checks totaling almost $13,000 two days ago. Ms. Liz is dressed
in her hostess clothes and looking good. She is taking both men and women on tours of our floor
plans, passing out applications and collecting $35 nonrefundable processing fees. After all, that's
the only way to get your name in the raffles of the brand-new 30-inch flat screen, microwave,
toaster and 20-piece pot-and-pan set. By the close of business, we hope to have 500 applications
to sort through and finish filling the place up. With 10 units left to finish and a full crew of both
men and women, every unit will be online by the first of next month. Since I can no longer let
Tango and Beyonce out at night, the two maintenance and two repair guys double as the 24-hour
security patrol. It's no their job to police the grounds, just watch out for anyone jumping over the
fence or any break-ins. We received a favorable review in the Houston Chronicle Friday Extra
section, which also advertised our grand opening. In a word, our shit is hot!
Tosha and I didn't really want the people to know we owned the property, so we played the
backseat and allowed Ms. Liz and the leasing agents she interviewed and hired to do their thing.
Damn, it feels so good to be getting' it in, making money, no more robbin', juggin' or scamming.
Our first $4,950 mortgage payment is due on the 9th of next month, so the Section 8 HUD checks
alone will do more than cover the mortgage. We used some of the improvement loan to pay
property insurance. We won't have a problem paying the payroll for the crew. Tosha and I have
placed ourselves on a modest salary of $600 per week a piece. By paying ourselves a check, we
can stay within a nice operating budget and not overspend on ourselves. Tosha's belly is as big
as a beach ball. Gone is that ass slangin' swag she used to walk with it's replace by a duckwalking waddle. She's over eight months right now, so we can expect the birth at any time. I
guess I'm as ready to be a father as I'll ever be. I know I love her with all my heart and I am so
excited about having two newborns to raise. The nursery has been put together very well. We
have a six-month supply of diapers and formula. Why, if she plans to breastfeed we have to have
all that formula, is anybody's guess. One thing I know, you better let her have her way at this
stage in the game. Sex has been non-existent for two weeks now, but up until that point, she did
her thang, so I ain't mad at her. Still, I can't wait for them twins to drop and for that thang to
snap back into place Jaime gotta have his A-1 on the regular, feel me?
Chapter 87
Tosha - "I never know what they want from me. It's like, the more money we come across, the
more problems we see." Now I know what Puffy, Mase and Biggie were rappin' about as I sing
along with Faith Evens while the old-school hip-hop plays on the home system. I am working
from the office in the house. MS Liz and the two girls she hired out of the temp service are
across the street in the rental office. We took in a total of 325 applications over the weekend,
each one with $35 money order attached to it. We know that a good majority of these aren't any
good and these people only paid the $35 fee to take a chance at one of the four prizes. None of
them were cheap giveaways. The toaster was the cheapest at $76. Hell, I wouldn't have minded
keeping the pot-and-pan set. All of them were Teflon, non-stick coated, and that 20 piece set was
$129.99 anyway, everybody liked all the prizes. I left all the price tags attached on purpose. It
worked like a charm. We made $11,375 off a party that, after the bills for the food, DJ and
prized cost $2,800 to put together. Jaime and I already talked about it, and we plan to hand out
$100 cash bonuses to the seven-person crew we got here working full time. They are all doing a
excellent job and working hard. They deserve it.
Today, Liz and the girls, along with myself, are all on a laptop or office computer. We are
checking the Social Security numbers given with the applications online with
freecreditreport.com. Every application the SS number doesn't match the name is immediately
thrown in the trash. This is how we are finding out that most people came to listen to the DJ and
eat the food, as well as take a chance to win the prizes. We still have almost 150 applications
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between us to call and verify employment on. We anticipate that by the first of the month the
remaining 12 units will be filled. We elected to keep and furnish one two-bedroom. Three out of
the four guys that work here have split up the reduced $400 rental fee. But along with their shift
as overnight security, one of them is on call with the radio and phone attached to him. But doing
this, we can catch any major problem and get it fixed as soon as possible. I believe that overall,
for a brand-new operation, our business plan and management skills are damn good!
Damn, I been just talkin' my fool head off and one of these kids is kicking me in the walls of my
kidneys, so let me waddle my big ass to the bathroom! When I stood up, it hit me. A pain so
hard and violent that it made one a Bug's ass whoopin' seems like a walk in the park. I barely
made it to the bathroom and got my sweatpants down when it happened. The slimy brown liquid
seemingly exploded out of me and it was mixed with blood. The pain that hit me was so violent
and hard that I screamed and then hit the bathroom floor unconscious from both the pain and the
shot my head took when it hit the sink. The last thing I remember it Tango growling and barking
at the top of his lungs because he heard me scream. Damn, now I'm in labor and stuck in the
downstairs bathroom all alone. Now I know why the doctor tells you to always have someone
around at this stage of pregnancy. They were all 15 feet away from my front door in the rental
office and had no idea I was trapped in my own bathroom. By now, Tango and Beyonce were
both in a rage in the backyard, barking their heads off. Maybe someone will hear them, but ain't
nobody comin' inside the house for fear of being eaten alive by two pit bulls. In Jaimes' famous
words, "What the hell?" I'm in trouble. More money, more problems!
Chapter 88
Jaime — I know for a fact now that a man could never replace a well-trained dog. Here I am
sitting in the critical-care unit of Northwest Regional Medical Center. The week has been
bittersweet for me. My twins, Andre and Andrea Ford, were both brought into the world happy,
healthy and screamin their heads off via Cesarean section, or C-section, taken from an
unconscious mother who is still in a coma from both a blunt head trauma and the internal
bleeding she has when she went into labor. I was working in one of the units with our crew, and
it took me a minute to figure out that something was bad wrong at my house. Tango, the bigger
and more dominant of the dogs, is also the most disciplined. He seldom ever barks at all because
of how I trained him Now I can hear that fool from way back here in the back of the small
complex. He's going crazy. I called Tosha's phone. When she didn't answer, I jumped on a golf
cart and took off to our house. I got there and found her in the bathroom with blood all over the
floor from her head wound. I called the ambulance, and thank God they got there quickly. We
only live about a mile or so from the northside hospital, and in no time they had us here. She
was dilating and going into labor but totally non-responsive. Andrea had breached and was
going into the birth canal feet first. I had to sign a consent form in order for the doctor to do the
surgery. I was in the delivery room when they were brought into the world, and the joy and
happiness I felt was heavenly overshadowed by the grief of Tosha no being conscious when our
kids were born. They have both our features, and I can tell already that Andrea is gonna be cool
under pressure. She's not a crier at all. Her eyes are open now and focused, and she is looking
around for her mother while Andre screams his head off. I been laying them one at a time in her
arms when I sit her up in bed. Andre is a typical boy, already trying to get to her breast and the
nipples that holds the milk he's craving. The nurse have showed me how to feed them, and I give
them both a bottle four times a day. They pee, poop, eat and sleep. Their first three days were
spent in ICU, but now they are both healthy and strong. Andrea was 5 pounds 8 ounces at birth,
and Andre was 6 pounds and 2 ounces. In their first four and a half days, they have gained about
a pound a piece.
I am sitting in Tosha's room with both of them right now and have been here since she was
brought in. I have insisted that the nurses don't hold or handle them. I want Tosha's hug to be
their first female hug. Therefore, they've run my ass ragged with feeding and diaper changes.
The nurses are loving every minute of it too.
"Come on, Tosha, baby, you have to wake up. These kids are barely five days old and they are
taxing my ass already. Wait 'til you see them Boo. They aren't identical but they both favor us. I
can already see that Andre is going to be a little playa. You should see how the nurses are
already fussing and fawning over him. Andrea is gon be just like her mama, a diamond princess
and prone to drama. She hardly ever cries unless she's hungry or has messed her diaper. MS Liz
has already filmed me on her camera phone changing them. Don't you know this little nigga shot
pee all over me when I had him on the changing table. MS Liz says it was meant to be and
hopes that you want it sent into "America's Funnies Home Videos." Come on, Tosha, baby, you
gotta wake up. Your kids need you, mama. I need you. So anytime you decide to stop bein' lazy
and join us, we welcome you."
The breathing machine and heart monitor continued to bleep and was the only thing breaking the
silence in the room. Condition critical.
Chapter 89
Ike - "Oh, yeah, bitch, you suckin that dick like ya really mean it!" Mama was on top of her head
game too. Damn, she kept goin' down on me until the head of my piece was on her tonsils. This
old girl is a pro. Yeah, I just might lay up in this room for a couple days, get my party on, empty
out my nutsack, then get on my hustle. After 10 and half months being locked up, I signed for a
year county jail time today. I have earned two days for every day in the Harris County system.
So at 7:30 in evening last night, they called my name to process out, or A.T.W as it's known
inside the jail. I grew tired of soups and honeybuns months ago and just kept my money. At
processing, I had two checks waiting on me. One for $100 that they cashed, and one for the
remaining $675 in my account. I caught a cab and went straight up 1-45 and exited onto 1960,
back to the northside with nothing on my mind but getting' high and getting' laid, not necessarily
in that order either,
I had the cab stop at the Kroger grocery store and cashed the check, then paid him after he
dropped right on the stroll on FM 1960 and Ella Drive. I got out walking at about 11:30 at night.
I walked about a block and this red-headed bitch whose name is Savannah asked the magic
question when she said, "Baby, you loolcin'?"
"Damn, right I am, but I need to cop some, get right, to make you act right."
"Honey, you don't know it but you just hit the jackpot. Come on, I got a room and my get-right
man stays four doors down from me."
I was hooked once I got inside and the porno channel was playing on the TV. I gave her a $100
bill and poured myself a shot of her Jack Daniels and a splash of Coke on ice. She called the
nigga and told him she needed change for a yard, then left me in the room, eyes glued to the Tv.
The bitch came bark and she had seven rocks, about 3 grams worth. She dropped it on the
nightstand and said, "This is I.V.P dope, the best out there. "She got her hooter, broke a rock and
burned it in the Pyrex while she inhaled. Then the bitch pulled the tight, white tank top off,
pushed me back on the bed unzipped my jeans and now she's puffin' in work on my unit. I had
never smoked any rocks in my life but, damn, if it made her go to work like that — not to mention
the fact that I know where the I.V.P dope came from, so I know it's A-1 — I put a small piece in
her pipe and hit it like I seen her do it. I got high as a kite, the sensation shot straight to my
dickhead and she's puffin' her bid in to be my first shot of pussy in almost a year. She's a little
older, but the silky, red, curly hair and 34 C cup implants have me in a zone. Damn, this bitch is
goin' crazy on my dick, bobbin her head up and down fast then slow, sucking on my balls,
licking at my crack. The bitch is a fool! Now I'm ready to fuck. I ask her, "You got rubber?"
She gets up but stays turned with her back to me, walks to the nightstand and hands me a Trojan.
I slipped it on, then the mutha fucka starts to suck on my dick again.
I tell her, "I know you a fool with yo head game, I want that pussy."
"Oh, you got it, Boo."
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The bitch clicks off the TV, which was the only light in the room, now it's dark in here. "Hit it
from the back for me, Daddy."
I said, "I don't know how you knew." Now I'm excited. White bitch got a nice, round little ass in
them tight ass white jeans shorts She pulled them off and got on the edge of the bed. I shoulda
knew somethin' wasn't right when the bitch kept trying to put my dick inside of her.
"Hold on, baby. I been locked up a minute, but I can handle this part of it."
"You sure you can handle it?"
"Oh yeah," I said, as I moved in close behind her, caressing her soft round ass and hips. I went
to touch the clit and, "What the fuck," I screamed. Mutha fuckas piece is a hard as mine. It's got
curve in it. I flew into a rage. Then left I hit the bitch boy on his jaw with dazed him as he
begged me to stop. I clocked him again with a two-piece, grabbed my jeans and pulled them up.
I pulled the wide, leather belt out of them and threw it around the punk's neck and started
strangling him until he became weak, stopped fighting me. Then I beat him with my fist
unmercifully. His blood from cuts on his face, his busted nose and mouth decorated the
comforter and bed sheets. I could have left him beat up, but now I'm in my "me or him" mode. I
know he will call the cops and they will be lookin' for the tall, high yella nigga with the
Louisiana accent. Ain't but one way I intent to leave this room — when he's dead.
Now I've gotten dressed and turned on the bathroom light. He's beat badly on the bed. I get a
pitcher of water and open his bloody mouth, then pour the water in to rinse away any DNA. He
moans out loud again. A straight left to the bridge of his already disfigured nose knocks him out
again. I get a serrated steak knife out of the small kitchenette, pull his red hair back and slit his
throat like a fresh-killed hog. The crimson blood pumps out all over the bed. I take my time
now and make damn sure my prints ain't left behind. I rob his nightstand for $750. I take the car
keys to his Honda Accord, the rocks and hooter. I pulled the comforter up over the he-she's body
and turned the air on cold. The receipt that was with the money tells me the room is paid until
next Friday. Well, now, so is his debt for fucicin' with a real Cajun nigga. I left the parking lot in
the 4-year-old Accord to get high and get laid, not necessarily in the order
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Chapter 90
Tosha — I'm taking a trip outside of my body and I believe the end is very near. The angel is my
fifth-grade homeroom teacher. She is the one who first caught me and a boy named Tyrone
Jackson in the janitor's closet of the elementary school. She warned me then, "Tosha, livin' that
life in the fast land and trying to please or impress people by being a naughty girl is gonna cost
you a lot one of these days." Well, it looks as though that day has arrived. She's wearing a long,
white robe and hovering above everybody. We walk on air about 15 feet off the ground. She's
walking me through my whole life. She's showing me both the good and the bad that I've played
a part in during my life. When! was 11,1 climbed a tree to get a cat down. Even though he was
scared a scratched the hell out of me, I still got him down. She said, "See, Tosha, I know you
had a good heart, just sometimes you misplaced your values." We passed over the top of the
busy Wal-Mart store where I did my first successful heist with a bad-ass girl named Aniece. We
both stole Barbie dolls and candy out of the store. Her mother was a booster and showed us how
to get a blind or dead spot in the store where no cameras could see us.
We walked on through, or over the top of, my life to the very first time I had sex at age 14 at
Aniece's house when her mom was out "on her grind," as she called it. Aniece and I didn't have
no business walking with the older boys who sold ricks and had pockets full of cash. For the
price of a bag of McDonald's food, a pack of Newports and a dime bag of weed, I basically gave
up the most precious gift God gave to a woman — her virtue. I cried as I watched the boy, who
was 19 and had got me high on weed and gave me a handlebar or Xanax pill, take my virginity in
her mama's bed. This was my passage into womanhood. The boy became my boyfriend. The
sex we were having made my young body mature into that of a women seemingly overnight.
Every time before we had sex, I was taking trips to the mall getting fresh gear, all the latest styles
and shoes to match each pair of jeans, shorts or miniskirts I had. Each time he left me, I always
had $20 or $30 to go in my pocket. I fell into the trappings of material things early on. My
teacher showed me when I took $50 of that money and gave it to a homeless woman and her two
small kids at Christmas time. We walked into my freshman year in school when my mama's
boyfriend caught me giving head to the young thug and just a few days after that, he made me do
the same to him or he was gonna tell my mama everything. She showed me when I finally grew
tired of him molesting my young body, packed my bag and moved out. I had my own place at 16
years old. By then I was looking for D-boys. They had what I wanted — a lot of cash and the
means to take care of me. Along came Bug, with his fat, sweaty ass and little sausage-looking
ding-a-ling, high on PCP, thinking he was a pimp. I watched as we fought each other. My
teacher said, "I'm proud of you for standing up to fat boy. Where'd ya learn to squabble like
that?"
We walked over where, to me, my life really began. I sank them rusty 18 penny nails into the
nigga's skull, and met the love of my life in the same instant. We passed over Jaime and I'm
walking, holding hands in the park enjoying candlelight dinners, and making love to each other.
She embarrassed me when she said, "No wonder you're in love with him, youngster is strapped
and know how to put it down." Then we passed over the robberies, the gunshots, the dead bodies
and the mayhem we left in our wake on our quest to make our money. We passed over us on the
cruise boat, and me dancing with the blonde seductress, Ingrid. My teacher said "This one
thought she was slick. I don't believe this will be held against you," as we walked over her
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bedroom, me leaving her blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed and taking that whole pound of
kick-ass weed and the $30,000 cash. The trip through my life showed us in Daytona for one
night, then on to Orlando in the amusement parks, riding the roller coasters, taking pictures,
basically having the time of our lives.
My teacher said, "Tosha, you look as though you really love this man. Am I right?"
"Yes, m'am, I love Jaime more than anything."
"Well, why when he said "let's quit rippin' people off" didn't you agree to do it?"
"Because that ain't who we were. We set a goal and I was determined to reach it. We're thugs.
We live rough, rugged and raw"
"Yeah, you didn't care how many people got hurt or killed. No regard for the blood on your
hands. This won't set well when we get to the end of this journey."
"I know we hurt a lot of people, but I thought that God forgives us our sins. Is all that stuff a
lie?"
"No, no, it's all true. He forgives and casts your sins into the sea of his forgetfulness, never to be
brought up again. But tell me, Tosha, when did you ask his forgiveness? When did you make a
real commitment to change your life?"
"I haven't yet. I'm only 18. I thought I had time to do all that. Please, my life this can't be
the end. I've got a beautiful family, a successful business, and a bright future. Just please give
me a chance ?" I said as we walked over in the hospital bed. She stood there in quiet
contemplation as though she were praying. I was crying my eyes out waiting on her answer. She
opened her eyes, made the sign of the cross and said, "Tosha Campbell, God bless your soul" and
pushed me out of the air. I kicked and screamed as I fell. I woke up in my hospital bed in a cold
sweat. Jaime, a pastor and about five black ladies started praising God!
Chapter 91
Jaime - "Jesus is the answer for the world today. Above him there's no other. Jesus is the way."
The choir sang and swayed slowly back forth. It's Sunday morning, and the church, New Life
Trinity Baptist Church, is packed. The service in the brand-new, state-of-the-art building is, as
always, inspiring. You can talk all you want against the power of faith and prayer, as for me and
my house, we believe' The church seats 2,500 and is packed as the REV I.B Goode does the
invocation into the praise and worship service. Tosha and I are in our Sunday best, and the twins
both suck comfortably on their baby binlcies. Yes, I believe in miracles, and I also believe the
God has chosen and blessed this man, Rev. Goode. I have good reason for saying so
Tosha was in a comatose stage with very little change in her condition for nine days. The doctors
had no idea when or if she would wake up. I literally lived at the hospital, sleeping off and on
aboard the tiny loveseat couch in her room. I am so thankful for Ms Liz and the crew that
looked after my investment and didn't miss a beat in my absence. People continue to move into
the remaining units daily, and we will be completely full by the first of the month. I was camped
out at the hospital, and the twins and I have gotten to know one another quite well. They had
been ready for discharge, both healthy and strong for three days now. We were hold out hope that
after nine days gone, their mother would finally wake up A older hospital volunteer that used to
be a teacher came in the room and said, "Mr. Jaime, I want you to do me a favor. Stop sitting up
in here feelin' sorry for yourself, and go down to the chapel, get on yo knees and pray."
"Yes, m'am, I would if I could, but I don't know how to pray."
"Son, you know how to. Jus go and get sown on your knees, talk to God jus like you're talkin' to
me. I want you to go now and do that. The babies will be jus fine."
Off I went to the chapel. It was a small alcove of a room, discreetly located on the critical-care
unit floor. Once there, I sat quietly in the back of the room and waited on a lady who prayed for
her husband's safe return from his surgery. When she got up and left, I drew in a deep breath, got
up and walked to the small altar, knelt down and began my first prayer. "God above, by now you
know who I am and the dirt I've done. But please, for the moment, can you look past all that and
pay some attention to my fiancé, Tosha? She's the mother of our beautiful twins, Lord, and they
have been on this earth for 10 days without their mother. Lord, God, please, I pray to you that
whatever is wrong with her brain that you reach down your hand right now and touch her. She's
got a family here who loves and needs her. God, are you there? Can you hear me?" I asked
loudly. "If you can hear me, then wake up my girl, heal her body! You want loyalty, you got it.
You want me to have faith, you got it. Give me a reason to have faith in you. Please, God, I am
begging you." I said, "Can you hear me?"
The deep, rich baritone voice came from behind me. He said, "Son, did you mean what you say
when you said you said you'll make a commitment to God when he answers your prayer?" When
I looked up and turned around, there stood a thick-built man about 35 to 40 years old. He stood
almost as tall as I was. He was dressed casually in nice slacks, loafers and a button-down shirt
rolled up at the sleeves. With him were four ladies, all older, all waring dresses and carrying
Bibles along with their purses. I stood up and said, "Yes, I mean it." The tears flowed freely
down my face. I wanted my girl back and told him so
"Well, son, if you said it from your heart and you really and truly meant it, I've got faith that God
gon perform us a miracle today." "Amen, yes lawd," went the sisters in with the sisters in
agreement. He stuck out his hand to shake mine as I stood up. He said, "My name is Rev. I.B.
Goode. I am the senior pastor at New Life Trinity Baptist Church. These ladies with me, I call
my prayer posse. It seems like every time we ride on somebody in the name of Jesus, miracles
seem to happen!" Again, a chorus of "that's right" and "amen" from his posse. "If you don't
mind, son, we want to go with you to Tosha's room and send up the power of prayer and watch as
God's blessings rain down a miracle, amen!"
How could I say no to an invitation like that? I said, "Rev. Goode, if you really believe that
something good is gonna happen, come on. You and your posse can pray over my fiancé. "He
said, "I will only if you agree to keep your promise and make a commitment to God. I can sure
use a good-loolcin', young black man to testify in our church, let the world know that god made a
way in the darkest hour when all hope seemed lost. Will you do that for me, son?" By now, he
had me wired up. I said, "Rev, if y'all can wake Tosha up, you'll have a whole family joining
your congregation and testifying."
"Lead the way, brother Jaime. Me and my posse gon show you how the power of the Holy
Ghost can rock a party!"
I walked them to my room. They trailed behind him, one after the other, in a single-line
formation. The nurses and staff seemed to move and make way for me and the Rev. I.B. Goode.
We stepped into my room. The twins slept quietly and by themselves. Where was that
volunteer? They fanned out, held hands, and prayed. After what was about 8 straight minutes of
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prayers and utterings, Tosha moved her legs, then her arms and came kicking back to life, eyes
wide open. Rev. I.B Goode and his prayer posse all praised the lord. The twins screamed, I held
my Tosha with tears of joy.
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Chapter 92
Ike — They say that a perpetrator returns to the scene of his crime 85 percent of the lime. The
state of mind I'm in right now lets me know there's some truth to that statement. I parked the
punk's Honda in the same spot I parked in months ago when I downed D.0 I hiked through the
woods and now here I am again out in the back of the girl's house. No one knew or cared about
the he-she faggot. I left him in that motel room over a week ago with the "Do Not Disturb" sign
on the door and the A.0 blasting out 65-degree air to keep the smell down. The rock and the
glass dick have me hooked up. I been ridin' and smokin' out. Fm down to about $40 after a
week of motels and crack whores, and Fm in the dead punk's car looking to make a lick. I have
tried to buy a gun on the streets, but not knowing anyone and being from Louisiana, I've struck
out every time. Then I thought about it, and I believe that this bitch ass nigga probably had a
couple of guns up in the crib he shared with this girl and her mama. As I sit in the woods behind
the house with the serrated blade steak knife in my pocket, I have smoked half of my last rock,
I'm almost broke and I'm ready to bust up in here and take somethin'.
Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you Fm a serial rapist now. The rock sends me into a sexual rage. It
turns me on to pick up a trick, let her smoke with me, then choke her ass out while I fuck her.
All of this after I have put a beat down on her. I've got me three of them so far. I really can't tell
you why I do it. I know when I hear them whimpering, begging me to stop, it turns me on so
damn much. I guess it's the feeling of the power I have over them and the fact that I am in
control that really does it for me. As I sit here now plotting on this nigga's house with my gloves
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and mask on, I am hard as a marble. Fuck it, here goes nothin' I got up and crept through the
woods up to the fence. Ain't ho more big, bad Rottweiler out here barking and carryin' on. I
eased over the top of the privacy fence into the back yard. I'm glad the house is isolated and the
back faces these woods. There is a big barbecue grill and a couple of chairs, but other than that
my path is clear. Although it's nighttime, the light of the half moon is bright enough for me to
see. I crept up to the big sliding-glass door, then squatted next to the wall. I can see through the
long, white mini-blinds, through the kitchen into the living room. I don't see the young chick
anywhere, but I see her mama. She's in her 30s, and that long T-shirt she's got on hugs her ass
and titties like a second skin. She is fussing over a baby as she changes his diaper and picks him
up. I see her bend over. Damn, she got a fat, juicy ass. That's how I'm gonna fuck her too. I
watch as she picks up the boy and carries him out of the living room and down the hallway.
Then I see the light come on in the window next to where I am sitting. When I slide over for a
look inside, I can see it's got a baby crib and a full-sized bed with a rocking chair in the corner.
This is where she's sitting now. This must be the daughter's room.
I look on in anticipation but I got to leave her and get to her bedroom. I got a surprise for that
ass. I walk to the end of the house and turn the corner, there's another window. I look inside
and the hallway light back lights the bedroom. I slide the slim jim in between the windows and
easily flip the lock to the unlocked position. I eased the window up and slid my long, slim frame
through the window. I walked to the door and eased it closed. I can hear her singing softly to
the baby as I turn on my flashlight and start my search I look through her purse first, and I'm
surprised as shit to find a fat knot of cash, probably $800 to $1,000 in $20 bills. I also find a
bottle of Lortabs and a bottle of handlebars. So grandma is a hustler, huh. I put the pills and ash
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in my pockets. She really makes it easy when I slide open the drawer in the night table. There
I
find the 9mm semi-auto that is loaded and probably the same one D.0 was trying to fire my ass
up with almost a year ago. Along with the gun is yet another wad of cash, probably $2,000 or so,
all in $20 bills. I put both the gun and cash in my pockets, and I got what I came for, almost. I
go through her dresser and I find a set of nylons, then
I go to the closet and take out my Pyrex
and last hit.
I used the penlight to see what I'm doing. I take the hit off the glass, and I'm beamin' like a
mutha fucka when out of the crack in the closet door, I see her walk into the bedroom. One look
around at her purse, the dresser and the smell of burnt cocaine lets her know shit ain't right. She
takes off for the nightstand. Obviously she's going for her gun. The attack is blitz style when I
come out of the closet and throw the nylons around her neck for the back. She starts to scream.
I tell her, "Go ahead, fight me. That's what turns me on. But when you start fightin' to hard, I'll
cut your throat and still fuck your dead pussy." As
I held the nylons in one hand, steak knife in
the other, she felt the blade against her skin and said, "Please, my grandson is in there, don't do
this to me?" Her ass cheeks caressed my raging hard on. I rubbed it against her and said, "It's
goin' down baby. It's just up to you how you wanna handle it. You wanna fight it or take it?"
She whimpered quietly, "I'll take it" then lets do this!
Chapter 93
Tosha - "In my church, in my hood, lovin' Jesus is fly, lovin' Jesus is good. Test yo faith, I wish
you would. Lovin' Jesus is fly, praisin' God is good." Trinity Baptist is all that. Fm trying to
clean up my vocabulary. This is my favorite part of the Sunday service, the praise and worship
time. The choir will first sing a slower, traditional song that hardly ever fails to touch me and
move me to tears, makes me raise my hands and just praise God. Then the music minister, Rev.
Goode and the choir will switch it up after he says. "Hold up, hold up, music minister, jack that
beat!" The dancers, both boys and girls will run onto the huge stage. Then the lights go down
and Rev. Goode along with the music minister will rap to a hip-hop beat using their own lyrics
that offer praise and glory to God. For 15 to 20 minutes, it's like a real concert up in here with
pyrotechnics, lights, music and smoke coming out of the stage. They have taken the church to a
whole other level. This type of service is what's known as a secular service Some of the
traditionalist frown on this method of worship, but who can argue with the results? The church is
packed out every Sunday, the mid-week service pulls in between 800 and 1,000 people and it
seems that every Sunday, someone is going to the altar call and their soul is being saved.
I know that after that wild ass dream I had, I woke up with Rev. Goode and those ladies around
me thanking and praising God. When Jaime hugged me, he was crying. He said I had been out
for nine days. I really didn't remember anything but hitting my head, Tango barking and that
damn dream. I woke up to one of the most precious and beautiful kids I could ever hope for. I
was mad at first, then I had a round of crying. I was upset that I had missed the first nine days of
their lives. In a family counseling session with Rev. Goode he pointed out to me and Jaime that
"better to have missed nine days that their whole life." He said I shouldn't allow the devil to rob
me of my joy and take away from the miracle God performed in my life. He was right, of
course, and ever since that day, I haven't given it a second thought.
After finishing the Charlie Boy song, they did one more, an old Tupac song, "I Ain't Mad at Ya."
The Rev I.B Goode is a natural lyricist and can freestyle to any beat. He can also bring the house
down when he preaches God's word. After the song is over, its time to collect the offering, and
several large, wicker baskets are passed up and down the aisles. Rev. Goode encourages
everyone to give. "God gives you his best through this band, choir and me every Sunday. He
wants you to give to the best of your ability in return." As the offering plate comes past, Jaime
drops in a $20 bill and I match it, dropping in the same thing. We have been so blessed in the
month and a half since the twins were born. Our apartments are at capacity and we've had very
few problems. The twins are both happy and healthy. Both Tango and Beyonce love them to
death and are so protective of them. The music plays softly as the overflowing baskets finally
reach the front of the auditorium, where many thanks will be given for the money everyone gave
to the best of their ability.
"Alright, church, we all know that God blesses us all in abundance every day, amen." The large
congregation all agreed with a loud chorus of "amens." Rev, Goode continued to speak.
"Church, I was out rollin' with my prayer posse, oh, what was it? Five or seven weeks ago? For a
reason none of us could explain, we ended up on the fifth floor of the hospital, amen." Again,
everyone agrees with him. "Y'all have already met this beautiful, young family that we prayed
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with that day — brother Jaime and sister Tosha, along with their twins Andre and Andrea. What
y'all don't know is how god touched their lives and the miracle her performed. Well, today
brother Jaime is gon come up here and give yall his testimony. He's gon tell y'all how god
continues to work in his life, amen"
I am as surprised as anyone to hear this Jaime looked over at me, smiled and stood up to button
his suit coat. He apparently knew he was going to be called on. We are about 15 rows from the
front, and one of the many cameras that record the service for the TV broadcast puts us all on the
huge jumbo screen behind the stage and follows Jaime down the aisle then up the 10 steps to the
huge stage and follows Jaime down the aisle then up the 10 steps to the huge stage. The
audience claps its encouragement as Jaime is handed a microphone by a stage assistant. He's
nervous at first as he say, "Good morning." Ten he says, "I have never spoke in front of this
many people, but I made a vow to God and a promise to Rev. Goode to tell my blessing, so here I
am." I have never been as proud of the man I love as I am right now. He tells everyone about out
dog alerting him, all the way through to holding a daily vigil, waiting on me so we could leave
the hospital as a family. He tells everyone how he prayed in the chapel, only to be met by Rev.
Goode and his prayer posse. He brings tears to my eyes when he tells about the powerful prayers
sent up that literally shook me awake. After he gets done, the large crowd claps for him. Rev.
Goode gets up next to him, and Jaime whispers in his ear, Pastor Goode smiles and then backs
up. When the applause dies down, Jaime Ford makes me cry like a baby when he says, "Tosha,
I want to profess my love and dedication to you. Will you please marry me and make our lives
complete? I want us to be married by Rev. Goode, as member of this church."
Chapter 94
Ike - "Breaking News" read the TV screen in the hotel room. I alternated back and forth from
large hits of the premium crack I just bought and 3 ounce and two shots of tequila to keep me
from trippin' out with paranoia. I've been holed up in this room smoking for three days straight.
I finally ditched the dead punk's car and paid $2,800 cash for a late '90s model GMC Sierra
extended cab truck. I got real damn lucky at the nigga D,C's crib. Not only did the old-school
bitch cut the fool on my dick while I was fuckin' her, she had a total of $4,500 cash in her purse
and the nightstand, plus what I got for the pills. I kept the pistol, so now I'm riding strapped and
God knows, "I wish a nigga would." It seems as my appetite for the drug increases, so does my
appetite for violence. Speakin' of which, I'm becoming a celebrity. Now l ima turn up the
volume on the TV. Y'all check this shit out! "This is your roving reporter Steven Carr, New
Channel 16, reporting from Houston's north side, where a wave of terror and violence is
sweeping through the north side Spring area communities. Up until now. The serial rapist, or
the "Take it" attacker as he's been dubbed by the police, has changed up his M.0 from picking up
prostitutes to home invasion robberies. Our latest victim, whose face we won't show to protect
her identity, has agreed to be interviewed. We will have that exclusive interview coming up on
New at 6, then again at 10 o'clock tonight. We will also speak with the investigators from both
the Houston Police Department and Harris County Sheriffs who have now created a joint task
force to try and catch the rapist. The "Take It" attacker is now responsible for at least four sexual
assaults, and is also a person of interest in the violent death of a transvestite prostitute who was
found dead in his north side hotel room over a month ago. All of the women who were attacked
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said that this man, "said the reporter, pointing to the composite sketch that the camera moved to,
"is to be considered armed and extremely dangerous. If you see him, do not — I repeat, do not —
attempt to approach him. Just dial 911 or 222-TIPS, where a $15,000 reward is being offered for
his arrest and conviction. The police declined to be interviewed for this story by stating, "We
cannot comment on an ongoing investigation" However, they do assure us that everything
possible is being done to bring the perpetrators of these heinous crimes to justice. I will continue
to cover the story and give you the details as I get them. Reporting live from north side, this is
Steve Can, K-Hood news."
The cute little black girl that helped me smoke up the better part of this ounce of rock is now
standing in the big vanity mirror, eyes wide and full of fear as they dart from the image of me on
the flat-screen TV to me sitting on the bed with my piece in my hand. It's slowly starting to rise
as she stands there naked, fresh from the shower, and scared to death. By now I have bought me
a real Bowie knife with a 10-inch long blade. I keep it because it strikes fear and tenor in
woman much quicker than a gun. I now raise this to my lips and quietly say, "Shhhhhh," as tears
start to creep down her cheeks by now, Fm hard as a rock. I motion for her to come over to the
edge of the bed. When she does, I yank her to her knees and thrust my piece in her face.
"Whatchu gonna do, lil mama? Fight it or take it "knowing already that she will submit. In the
face of death, that's what they all do, submit. She doesn't say a word, just opens her mouth to
receive me. The fact that she's this submissive is actually a turn off. I always like for them to
put up a fight or beg a little bit. I slapped her hard on the face, "Bitch, you fucicin' answer me.
You gon fight it or take it?"
"I'm gonna take it, Daddy. Just please don't hurt me? Let me please you." She takes me into her
mouth and starts working my joint back and forth, in and out of her lips. She's bobbin' her head
up and down on me, got my shit feelin' damned good. I hump her mouth as I stand over her and
relax my grip on the knife. I watch as she works my dick over like it's the last one on earth. She
give me a Academy Award-winning performance as she caresses the underside of my balls in one
hand and jacks me off across her tongue and lips with the other. "Oh yeah, that's it, bitch, make
that mutha fucka throw up for me." She can feel my balls drawing up tight as the heat of my
cum splashes across her tongue. "Aaahhhh, fuck yeah."
"Naw, baby, fuck you," she says as she delivers a hard uppercut straight into both my nuts as I'm
coming like a damn racehorse. The punch doubles me all the way over as she grabs the razorsharp knife and slashes at my dick. I dodge out of the way, but it still slices my leg like a piece
of steak. She's already up and running for the door. By the time I make it outside, she's got her
car started and it's backing out of the space. As she hits drive to haul ass, she turns wide and tries
to clip me with the fender. I jump out of the way, but I can read the parking permit sticker on her
window as she passes me. It says she has a apartment at the Isles Apartment and Condominiums.
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Part V: Grace Sets the Soul free
Chapter 95
Jaime — If anyone had ever tried to sell me on my life being this good, it would have been a very
tough sell. Fatherhood and owning these apartments are such a very significant part of my life
now that without any of them to look after, I would be lost. Also, let's not forget the one — no,
make that the two — that look after me. Tosha Campbell is not only the mother of my kids, she's
my soul mate. We are the best of friends in every sense of the word. With most all of the details
worked out, we plan to be married a week from Saturday in Trinity First Baptist. Although we
don't have time for a real getaway-type honeymoon, right now we are planning a three-day trip to
South Padre Island to chill out on the beach. Since the twins are only 5 months old, we still don't
trust anyone to keep them so they'll go with us. It's not really a burden having them along. Tosh
and I both still smoke our weed, which is our only connection to our former life. I have talked
with Rev. Goode about it, and he's of the opinion that, just like everything else in our lives, when
God wants us to change it, the conviction and guilt will hit us so hard that we won't have a
choice but to leave it alone.
As of right now, all I feel as I walk Tango through the quiet complex is a sense of relaxation
after the day I've put in. just so you know, if I don't stay on top of the Section 8 tenants and do
my property inspections like I'm suppose to, I'll end up with some wrecked ass apartments. This
lady in 22-F is a trip. She's in a two-bedroom and she got two bad-ass bay-bay kids. She tried to
tell me that the holes that they kicked in the sheet rock was there when she moved in. The soda,
Kool-Aid and other sticky shit that has stained up the brand-new wood floors ran me hot. I had
to call her Section 8 leasing counselor to come out to the apartment. I informed her that, "If my
place looks like this again after my crew repairs and paints the walls, as well as cleans up the
laminate flooring, I'm canceling her lease agreement." The counselor agreed and informed her
about this.
Tango, who is good and high and walks along with me, is going to be a proud papa soon. He's
been tearing Beyonce's ass up, and we noticed her teats starting to expand about a month ago. I
still have a "no pets" clause, so they are the only dogs in the whole complex. I normally wait
until late night to walk either one or both of them around the complex just to keep their patrolling
skills sharp. He and Beyonce are the only other ones besides Tosha that I trust to look after me.
This complex is kind of small, and it's not without some drama. Here comes one source of it
right now, riding through the complex in her hooptie Geo Metro. Her name is Jackie. It's no
secret she's on crack real bad. She leaves her kids in the apartment sometimes overnight while
she goes out and gets high or does whatever she does to make money for drugs. She came at me
two or three months back. I was sitting at a red light on FM 1960 at Cypress Station. She saw
me and thought I was check her out in her booty shorts and tank top. She asked me, "Hey baby,
you loolcin' for some company?" I only shook my head and drove off. It wasn't until later on
when she saw me at the rental office with Tosha and Ms. Liz that it dawned on her who I am
Now as she pulls in and jumps out of her car, she seems in a hurry to get to her door and get
inside. I continued to walk Tango on towards the house when what I believe is her reason for
being in a hurry comes racing through the gate in a older model GMC Sierra. He jumps out of
his truck, but he's limping and his leg is leaking blood like a busted water pipe. This is probably
a domestic situation that I want no part of the main reason being that if I took up for her, she
would more likely than not turn on me and I would be fighting both of them. She makes it very
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clear that she don't want any part of him when she gets inside her door and slams it shut before
he gets clear of his truck. He is limping to her door now, where he pounds on it with his fist.
I am about 60 yards down the sidewalk watching him, and I holler, "Hey, leave that girl's door
alone and get up outta here."
"Nigga! Fuck you! Ya better mind ya business before there's some drams out here."
"Oh, yeah, well we good then. I got me a nigga over here jus lookin' for drama all the time." I
bent down and unleashed Tango. "Watch 'em, boy." He stood there with his back straight, his
ears pinned back, and low growl in his chest. I said, "I'ma tell ya one mo time, mount up and
ride outta here. You're on private property. If you don't live here or wasn't invited here, you're
trespassing."
"Oh yeah, nigga? Well, I ain't goin' nowhere, so what ya got on ya mind?"
My reply, "Get 'im, boy, get 'im." Tango took off like a rocket. He ain't seen no action in next to
forever and can't wait to get at this dude. He races towards him, closing the distance in no time.
This fool did something that would change my attitude towards people from now on. He tried to
limp back to his truck. When he saw he wasn't gonna make it before Tango got there, he pulled a
gun out of the small of his back and shot my dog two times in the chest. "There, drama that,
nigga!" was all he said before he got in the truck started it and peeled out, leaving the complex. I
ran to Tango, who was laying dead on the sidewalk. I knelt down next to him and cried like a
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Chapter 96
Tosha — It's finally here and I am a complete and utter nervous wreck. I guess we could have
been done this, but I wanted to be back to my normal size 8. So I started the day of his testimony
and proposal. I weighed 167 pounds after I had Andre and Andrea, but now I'm about to walk
down the aisle at my normal 135. My boobs through breastfeeding the twins, wearing a bra
constantly and doing dumbbell flies with 20-pound weights, snapped back into place with no sag.
I have made damn good use of the small gym we put inside the clubhouse, as well as the pool,
swimming 50 laps at the end of the every workout. Now here I am standing at the back of the
huge auditorium of Trinity Baptist. Heavy curtain partitions have been hung and drawn across
the back and down the sides, leaving only the large floor section in front of the stage exposed.
This section holds about 250 people and its mostly filled up with members of the church, out
work crew from the Isles and business associates we have done some form of business with in
the last eight or nine months since opening the apartments.
Jaime and I know how blessed we have been since we started making the effort to turn our lives
around. Today we will profess our love in front of everyone as we exchange our vows. In fact,
the only part of this past week that hasn't been a total joy to live was when some damn fool shot
and killed Tango in the apartment complex parking lot. I thought Jaime was gonna lose it. He
came running back to the house that night, he scared me because I thought he got shot. He came
in and was covered in Tango's blood. I couldn't stop him from grabbing that duffle bag and
riding all night, and most of the next two days and nights he spent riding all over the north side
looking for that truck. I prayed that he wouldn't find it and thank God one of the senior
employees, a maintenance guy named Mike, was able to talk Jaime down to earth. In fact, Mike,
who is a older white man, is the one who I asked to walk me down the aisle and give me away.
The predominantly black church only has about 35 to 40 white members, only a few of which are
in attendance today. Mike is the type who never meets a stranger, and he's also a very reliable
number two guy that Jaime can depend on when we leave him in charge. We plan to get a little
celebratory at reception after this is over. Mike has cleaned out the clubhouse, and we hired a
R&B/hip hop DJ, bought a couple of kegs of beer about four cases of champagne for our
reception. The caterers are doing the menu with beef brisket and barbecue chicken buffet style
that will be served out by the swimming pool. Yeah, we spent some money on all of this, but
neither one of us plans to do this again for at least 25 years, our silver anniversary. I have to tell
you, I'm standing up here looking so good in my silk 4ta.estyle wedding gown that's been customtailored for me by a lady I met in Tampa named Ivette D'ifiece.
Uh oh, there's the organ playing. Mike steps in next to me and asks, "Alright, MS Tosha, you
ready to do this 9" He looks very handsome in his tux and matching cowboy hat that because of
his receding hairline, he won't take off. I look up at him, straighten his bow tie and intertwine
my arm in his. "Yeah, Mike, let's do it." I make my way down the long aisle to a standing
ovation, cameras flash and camera phones click and pop everywhere. The video grapher has my
face on the big screen on the stage. The cameras follow my movements down the aisle. Finally,
after what seems an eternity, I am standing next to Jaime Marseilles Ford, the man I plan to
marry. Rev I.B Goode will be performing the ceremony. Everyone takes their seats as I settle in
next to Jaime. Rev. Goode opens the ceremony with, "Ain't this a fine looking couple joining
their lives together in God's house?" Once again, everyone claps. We want the ceremony done
the traditional way and are both hoping Rev. Goode doesn't get preachy up here, just get it done
so we can go. MS Liz is my bridesmaid, and Mike has slid over to be Jaime's best man. Please,
Lord, just let this day go without any drama or surprises, I thought to myself
Except for Andrea wetting her diaper and screaming her lungs out right before we said "I do,"
everything went just fine. After Rev Goode pronounced us husband and wife, he said, "Ladies
and gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs Jaime Ford's union will now be celebrated with a special guest
appearance by my good friend, Mr. Keith Sweat." Are you frealcin' kidding me? Keith Sweat
walks onto the stage. They bring out chairs for us to sit down. Then, one of R&B legends
performs three songs, along with the Trinity Baptist Band of four members of the choir backing
him up. He sang "Twisted," "Right and Wrong Way to Love Somebody" and "Make it Last
Forever" as Jaime and I sat there and held hands. I cried and laughed all at the same time. I
leaned over and whispered to Jaime, "You knew about this?" He said, "I had no idea, but if it
helps make this day the most special of your life, I am all for it. I love you, Mrs. Tosha ford." As
if that wasn't enough, when we walked outside, a big red ribbon was tied to a brand-new,
midnight blue, loaded Chrysler Caravan. Jaime handed me the keys and said "This I knew
about." The twins were already strapped into their car seats. Both doors were open, and "Just
Married" was written on the rear window. Again, I cried as we pulled away from the church to
go home and get our party on.
Chapter 97
Ike — I found out a long time ago that if you're trying to set a nigga up, you gotta find someone
close to him with hate on their mind or animosity in their heart. I been watchin' the bitch come
and go at nighttime and early morning for over a week and a half. What? Y'all musta thought I
was gonna let her get away with jackin' me for my money, coke and connect. After gunnin'
down that nigga's dog a couple of weeks ago, I laid low for three or four days. My face and
truck was so hot on the north side, I just decided to chill out for a minute and come up with
somethin' to get me paid for real and put me back in the game. As for that nigga and his dog,
fuck that big, shit-eatin' mutha fucka. He was tryin' to fuck me off, right? Anyway, I been tryin'
to recall where or when I heard that dude's voice. He was too far away for me to see his face, but
I swear I've heard his voice before. Oh well, next time he'll keep that mutha fucka on his chain.
Hell, I been kiln' up dogs my whole life. This morning, I've got a couple of the two-legged
variety on my mind — one named Tatyatma, the other her big-balm' boyfriend Gip. I found out
from one of the chicks that works with her, a new bitch that didn't know me, that Tatyanna is like
the queen bee in that Club Entyce. She's movin' a lot of weight outta there and, yes, Gip is there
most every night to back her play. They live in a gated community of upscale townhouses and
condominiums off of FM 1960 and 249. After tracking their movements this week while the bigass gash in my leg healed up some, I know that Gip still runs the I.V.P boys and they will leave
two or three deep and go to one of their many traps on Imperial Valley while Tatyanna goes
home to sleep. I have also followed her to one of them traps and watched her drop off weight
and pick up money, then go back home. Damn, the total pleasure it's gonna give me to punish
this bitch for her sin of betrayal has my dick, who's also been getting' some much needed R&R,
hard as a rock. I've got on the dark-blue Dickies jumpsuit hat pulled low, looking every bit the
electrician Fm claimin' to be once I cut her power at her meter, knock on her door and tell her I'm
here to fix it. When she fucks around and opens that door, that's her mutha fuckin' ass.
My luck holds good when they leave Entyce and go to Denny's three cars deep. She pulls up and
waits while he runs in and grabs her Grand Slam to go and brings it out to her. She grabs her
food, kisses him bye and takes off to get home. He must have got her off the coke, 'cause all she
used to want after her shift when we were together was two fat lines, a shower and a stiff cock to
play with. This morning she's gon get her whole issue. Boy, do I got plans for this Judas bitch
and her big-ballin' ass boyfriend. First thing first though. I trail this simple bitch all the way
down FM 1960 to 249, where she pulls up and swipes a card for the gate to open. The pre-dawn
traffic is light, and I drive in behind her and beat the gate closing. I don't want to arouse her
suspicions, so I turn off the first chance I get and let her keep going. She drives on to her
building as I make the block and continue my pursuit. I pull in next to her mid-sized SUV and
park in Gip's spot not two minutes after she gets inside their second-story spot, apartment 212,
where the playas dwell. We gonna put that theory to the test today.
I sat there in the empty parking lot and broke off a piece of about eight rocks I have with me. I
enjoyed a nice, bit hit on my pipe. In the last couple of weeks, I've managed to slow down a lot
with this habit. It will keep ya ass broke and on a mission from hell if ya don't. This morning, as
the cocaine, baking soda and ether run their course through my body and into my brains, I am
dialed into exactly what I need to do. With revenge on my mind, I get out of the old GMC, walk
straight to the power meters and use the star-shaped alien wrench to take the lock ring off the
meter. Once it's off, I give her about 10 minutes to eat (she always ate fast) and get in the
shower. The back balcony to her spot is over my head bout five spots over from where I'm at
now. The bedroom lights are one for about three or four minutes, then barn! Everything up there
fades to black. I throw the glass meter into the shallow, manmade pond, where it hits with a
splash. Then, backpack in hand, I jog quickly back to the front of the row of townhouses. The
sun is just starting to rise in the east to another day that promised to be a scorcher in more ways
than one. The early-morning working commuters make their way to their cars and trucks, one
older lady walks her dog, while yet another jogs by quietly — all totally oblivious to the mayhem
that's about to go down in apartment 212.
I walked up the steps to the door and pulled my hat down low over my face and eyes. When I
knock on the door, it's quiet at first, then in about 20 seconds the response comes, "Who is it?"
"Uh, yes, m'am, it's Gulf Coast Power and Light." I know it's goin down when I hear the dead
bolt snap open and the knob turns. She looks up and says, "Damn that was fast. I just call
Recognition registers on her face, but the scream never makes it out of her mouth as the tazer
touches her neck and I pull the trigger.
Chapter 98
Jaime - "Mnunnun, damn, baby, that feels s00000 good." She was trying to keep it quiet, but
with the way my tongue is actin a fool on her pussy, the shit ain't gon work. We have a onebedroom suite with a connecting living room area in the Hilton Resort on the beach in South
Padre Island. We drove down here in her new minivan. She loves it. The two 7-inch TV screens
that are set in the overhead above the second seat showed the twins "Aladdin" in stereo. The
singing and bright colors flashing across the screen works like a charm to put them to sleep.
Since it's her van, I let her drive while I kicked back in the passenger seat and worked on some
stuff on my laptop. I'm glad she's got this now. I'ma finally get the chance to put the Yukin in
tha game [ma have it repainted, get a dual exhaust system with Flow master mufflers, and
another 10-inch speaker box and have four 10-inch woofers along with four 6x9s, and can't
forget the 26-inch Giovanni rims and the Pirelli rubber that will ride on them. The apartments
are a success and there's no reason we shouldn't enjoy the fruit of our labor. After an, she made
me happiest man in the world when she married me. Our family is the most important thing to
me, and God help anyone who tries to get in that mix. I'm still stiff as hell 'bout Tango getting'
shot, but death gave way to life. We returned from the wedding and Beyona had seven beautiful
brindle pups, all of them healthy and happy. Mike is my man. He's got keys to our place and
goes to feed and water her each day. I plan to keep two males, but the rest gotta go. I did the
AKC registration forms on all of them, and I'll get them to the vet for shots and a check-up when
we get back. I'm kinda glad I didn't find that nigga who shot my dog. I would killed him, no
doubt about that. Then, where would my family be?
Right now, I plan to forget about everything and focus all my energy on this the thighs I'm laid
up between. With the twins asleep in the living room, I'm giving her the business in the
bedroom. My tongue cuts figure 8s on her hard, juicy clit as I hold her lips apart. My finger is
buried inside her pussy and the sensation of me sucking and licking on her swollen button while
I finger fuck her has her to the boiling point. She's sitting up with her back on the headboard,
and she's humping her hips forward, meeting my tongue with the soft wetness of her pussy lips.
The smell and taste of her is, as always, simply intoxicating. The insistence in the movement of
her hips, as well as the grip she has on the back of my head lets me know that her climax is
imminent. "Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah! Yes, baabbyy, yes," she moans out loud as I feel her clit
throb between my lips while I suck on it, with my finger buried deep inside her. I crawl up atop
of her, and in no time she has taken my tool and after rubbing it through the stickiness of her
orgasm, she places the head at the entrance to her waiting love canal and pulls on my narrow hips
for me to enter her. With her legs trapped by my arms, I am up on my knees goin' hard and deep
into her, puttin' a beat down on her pussy. Tosha's a fool wit it though, and is givin' it right back
to me, poppin' her hot, tight spot on and off my dick and matching my intensity. "Do it, Daddy,
do it. Get that pussy, it's all yours!" She and I know it by the way her head is going all lopsided
on me as I look down into her face. We lock eyes on each other, and now it's become like a little
contest of will to see who will break first. I am trying to hold out and wait on her, she's holdin'
back, waiting on me. Our eyes hold each other's attention. Then I say, "Tosha, cum for me, Boo,
please? I wanna feel you grippin' my dick with that pussy. This will take her over the top. Her
body locks up and the high-pitched keening noise that used to drive Tango crazy still has that
affect on me as I pump my seed deep inside her. It feels as though someone is pulling yarn
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through my dick head.
Finally, with both of us now spent, we hear the baby monitor. One of the twins is crying, and
this is the fun part of raising them. We have
a standing $20 bet on which one it is. As we lay
there naked, it's my turn to call. "That's Dre," I say, with all the confidence in my ability to
distinguish their sound. I pull on my boxers, get up out of bed, and she puts on her rove to come
with me because she caught me cheating the other week. I said Andrea, and when I got to the
nursery, it was Dre. She said, "Did I win or lose?" from the bedroom. When I say, "You lost,"
she comes runnin' down the hallway and catches me with Dre on the changing table as Andrea
rested quietly in her crib. "Eeeewwww, nigga, you lied. That's double my money." So I had to
give her $40 instead of $20. Now as we get to their porta-pen that we have set up in the living
room, I'm wrong again. Andrea is crying as she looks up at us. Tosha said, "You can keep ya
cash if you give me some more of that good head you got."
"Damn, that's all my head is worth $20?" I ask as I pick up our daughter. "Sometimes I love a
cheap trick," she teases, grabbing a handful of my ass and grinding up against my leg with her
pelvis. Damn, how I love this woman.
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Tosha - "Mrs. Jaime Ford. Mrs. Tosha ford. Oh, Mrs. Ford, you'll be next." I'm sitting here,
still in my marital bliss, saying my name all the different ways I can say it. It's my new name.
Damn, this is crazy. A new name and a brand-new van all in the same day. We have been in
South Padre Island for a couple of days of our unofficial honeymoon. We are still trying to stay
on top of our business, and right now being away from it for these three days, we both miss it
and really are kind of excited about getting back to work. I guess, or I wonder, if all property
owners are like that, Least ways, let me tell y'all even though we are going to church and I'm
trying to live my life right, I still got a catty, hood bitch side to me that once in a while comes out
. When it does, I am liable to say or do some crazy shit. Y'all already know how good Jaime
puts it down on me, and you also know I ain't changed. A good shot from that nigga is like a
espresso or a shot of that speedy shit them white boys be messin' with, that meth. We got done
doin the thang for the third time this morning and decided to go down to the pool for some
relaxation, and maybe some lunch. I told him to take the kids and go on down. I showered and
put on the same white two-piece I wore during our cruise. I wrapped myself in a sarong and put
my heels on to complete the look. I really do it more to wind Jaime's ass up again than to
actually swim. So tell me why when I walked my ass through the lobby and out to the pool, this
skank-ass ho is booted all over with 20 pounds of ass in Jaime's face, playin' with my kids in
their stroller? I walked smooth up to the ho, snatched her by her glued-in ass weave and said,
"Bitch, you can either mover around on your own or I can move you skank ass. Either way, the
shit is goin' down in about 5,4,3 ... no, I don't get to 1. I hit her.
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Part V: Graces Sets the Soul Free
Chapter 100
Ike — The bitch came awake on the same queen-sized bed that I bought for the house that we
rented out in Old Town Spring months ago. The head and footboard is made of a heavy oak
wood. Right now, it serves its purpose. I used the duct tape to bind her hands. I have them tied
to the headboard with her pantyhose. I used two more sets to tie her ankles to either side of the
footboard. When the bitch is bound and secured, I wet my hand with the ice water sitting on the
night table and slapped the shit out of her with my wet hand. "My God, Ike, please "I slapped
her again and quietly said, "Shut your fuckin' mouth. Tha fuck you thought I was gonna let it
slide that you hit me for 60 racks and a brick, not to mention my self-respect and my swag?
Bitch, I let a trick like you turn me out on this fuckin' pipe," I said as I sat down next to her and
took a hit. The snow-white smoke of the cocaine rushed my brain, and looking at her naked on
that bed with no way out made my dick throb with anticipation. I touched her shaved pussy. She
tried to cringe and found she couldn't move either leg a quarter of a inch. I pulled the big knife
from the backpack and said, "Bitch, you got options. You can do everything I say, answer all my
questions and maybe you'll live. Or you can die a slow and miserable death. I will warn you the
very first time you scream, all bets are off. Do you fuckin' understand me?" I asked as I pulled
her long, curly, black hair. She said. "I understand."
"Good. Let's start with a nice, big hit of this poison you and ya boy is killing everybody with." I
put a dime piece in the Pyrex, held it to her lips and said, "Open."
"Ike, please?"
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"Alright, fuck it!" I picked up the knife and put the razor-sharp blade to her nipple.
"Oh, God, no. Please don't!"
"Last chance
open." She opened her mouth and I put the pipe in it, lit it then said, "Pull on it
like it's a dick, bitch." She did it, and the white smoke hit her lungs hard. I said, "Damn, ain't
that some good shit?" She was high as a kite and couldn't even talk. I let her be high while I
sucked her hard nipples and put my hand on her mound. I rubbed my finger on her clit. Despite
her fear, she was both wet and horny. She was trying to move her hips into my fingers. "See,
not so bad, huh? Now I'm gon ask you this one time, Tatyanna. You already know I can play it
gentle or rough. God knows, I want to give you your issue from crossin' me. But if you answer
my questions, you may survive. Where's that nigga's money at? I'll go where you tell me. If I
come back and you lied, you lose a body part. Now where is it?"
"There is $40,000 emergency cash taped to the back of the dresser mirror." "Good girl," I
encourage her. I go to the dresser, pull it out and, sure enough, there's four stack of cash, each
one with $10,000 in it. I cut it lose and put it in my bag, and low and behold, the bitch says,
"Ike, can I have another hit, please?"
"Sure you can, girl, but you gotta work for it." I sat up on the bed and turned her head towards
my piece I had pulled through the jumpsuit pee hole. I rubbed it on her lips. "Remember how
good this pipe was ?" I started fucking her mouth with violent, deep strokes, but she never ever
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gagged on it when I came in her mouth. I sat down next to her. "Damn, girl, you ain't lost ya
touch, I see."
"Please, Ike, baby, please give me another hit," she begged. I hooked her up again and let her hit
it. This time, I said, "Taty, I know this nigga got a stash in here. Where is it?"
"All I know about is in the freezer. There's 1-ounce cookies in there. Bring us one and let's have
a party like we used to."
I went to the kitchen and opened the freezer. Inside it there was a huge Ziploc freezer bag with
12 1-ounce cookies of dark-beige crack cocaine. I took the whole bag and put it in my backpack
along with the $40,000. If I cut her ass up, I could probably get to the jewelry and some more
money, but I ain't don do it. Not yet, anyway. I knew this bitch wasn't no good, and I had no
intention of leaving her alive. Him either. I got a heavy wooden speen out of the kitchen drawer
and broke the handle in two. I went back to the bedroom and loaded her yet another hit, let her
smoke it, and then I went and got her guitar. I took the bottom string loose and used the thing
string and the handle to make me a silent killer. I went back to the bedroom, where Tatyanna
said, "Come on, Ike, and party with me."
"I got ya, baby, I got ya." I loaded up again and put the pipe to her mouth. She inhaled greedily,
trying hard to get higher than the last time. I know for a fact that shit don't work. I put the pipe
down and picked up her Whone, the phone I gave her. I flipped through it 'till saw "Babies
Phone." I hit send and the nigga's picture came up as the phone said, "connecting Gip." I laid the
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phone on the nightstand, got on top of her and entered her pussy. I was fucking her hard and she
was moaning, "Do it harder!" When the nigga said, "Hello," she started to say something but the
blade at her throat is what kept her quiet as I kept on humpin' her.
"Tatyanna, what that fuck? I'm comin' home. l ima kill you and that nigga!" I just sat there fulcin'
her good and smilin' at her. I reach over, disconnected the call, loaded her another hit on the
pipe. She got high for the last time. I knelt beside her like I was gon get some head and in one
swift move, dropped the garrote around her neck and pulled the wooden handles so hard that it
severed her windpipe. The blood ran down her chest, and once again I was stiff as a board. I
jacked off and came on her chest.
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Chapter 101
Jaime — Unfrealdnbelievable. The mother of my kids, my brand-new wife. To say she has anger
issues would be understating it. I couldn't believe it, and I am still trying to wrap my mind
around some of the stuff that sets her off. The chick (although I won't lie, Shawty was phat as a
Montana mule in the ass), other than compliment me on how cute the twins were, didn't do a
damn thing. Tosha, seemingly out of nowhere like a lioness protecting her pride, got dead on her
ass. Afterwards, she tried to make it seem as though it was about her trying to touch or handle
Andre and Andrea, but it wasn't bout that and we both know it. Since the day I met Tosha or at
least since we slept together for the first time, she's had a real bad jealous streak in her. It had
gotten so bad when we first opened the apartments that I almost lost some Section 8 contracts.
One of the counselors that actually signs off on the approval of the dwellings her clients live in
wanted a tour of the place. With Tosha at a doctors' appointment and Ms. Liz off handing other
stuff, I put her aboard the gold cart and gave her a brief tour. It was all professional and
business-like and went very well until we arrived back at the office, joking and laughing. A very
pregnant and very furious Tosha was standing there, waiting on me. On the ground next to her
sat Tango, who only knew to do what he was told. When Tosha said, "Tango, watch," this foolass dog scared the shit outta this lady when he stood up, ears pinned back, intimidating growl in
his chest. Tosha said, "Baby, don't know who you are or what in the world could be funny
enough to be kki-ki-ki in my fiancé face, but god knows, I hope you give me a good answer. I
would hate to think I let Tango eat your ass up for nothin t." I tried to speak, but she cut me
smooth off by saying, "Fm tryin' to hear what Ms. Thang got to say." The counselor, now close to
tears and afraid for her life, explained in a fear-filled voice who she was, what she wanted and
asked "please call off your dog." Tosha flipped right back to office manager, businesswoman.
"Tango, down." My boy sat down. I grabbed his leash and took him across the street to the
house. Tosha played it off in her act, talkin' bout how her hormones were raging and caused her
to do some totally outrageous stuff sometimes.
Well, yesterday wasn't no hormones or none of that other stuff involved. Tosha, for whatever
reason, don't want me around no females. After that, the security guard and the girl's cousin
broke them up, we spent a quiet and uneventful last night in the room, and now we are on the
way home. When I asked her, "Tosh, do you think you would benefit from anger-management
classes," her reply was, "I guess I might, but I would definitely benefit more if these shank-ass
bitches would stay the hell away from my family. I probably wouldn't need the class then.
Whatchu think?" I got quiet and let her drive. I was playing on my laptop and pulled up the
news headline from Houston. The "Take it Rapist" was now being sought for the murder and
robbery of a known drug distributor, Gibson "Gip" Wallace, and his girlfriend another suspected
drug dealer, a Spanish woman named Tatyanna Gonzalez. I have followed his story, and I now
believe that's who shot Tango. What really shocked me was the photo of the truck at the gate of
the upscale condominiums. I couldn't see inside the truck, plus I was upset the night he shot
Tango. Now through, the image on my laptop was quite clear. Sitting in the truck was the Cajun
dude I left tied to a chair in Shreveport, Louisiana year ago.
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Ike — I wanted my trap to work to perfection, so my first move was to go to the parking lot and
move that truck. I had no intention of taking it outta here anyways. I intended to take the midsized GMC Envoy I practically paid for. I had heard about it in the movies and didn't know how
well it would work, but right now I needed a noise suppressor to stop the loud report of the 91mn
pistol. I used my knife to cut the bottom off of and trim the top of a 20-ounce Pepsi bottle. I
fitted and taped it on the barrel of the gun and hoped that it would work well enough to
accomplish my goal. Ya see, a nigga ain't like a ho. Only thing that I know of that will really
make a nigga pay attention is when hot lead burns holes in his flesh as it enters his body, feel
me? I am the one who put this nigga on so he could get his bead right. How does a grimy nigga
repay a good deed? He crossed me out for my chips and my bitch as soon as I go to jail. Oh
nigga, I got somethin' for that ass!
I had put the finishing touches on my trap and sat in the hallway waitin' on the nigga when he
opened the front door quietly, pistol in hand. The spacious living room has a couch and two
chairs. I have moved Tatyanna from the bed to one of the chairs. Her back is to him, and grabs a
handful of her hair with such force he almost pulls the partially severed head off her dead body.
He's speaking loudly to her until he realizes she's been had, and now so has he.
"There you are, you skank tramp bitch. I oughta ...." Her whole body falls to the floor out of the
chair right before I fire the homemade silenced 9nun to the back of his leg and he drops to the
carpet next to her. "Aaahhh, mother flickers!" he screams when the hot lead enters his life. "My
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main nigga Gip is that anyway to treat a perfectly good bitch?" I ask as I walk up on him from
the hallway and kick the big .45 Smith & Wesson he was carrying out of his reach. "After all,
she wasn't all them bitches when she gave you my work and my connect, huh ? On ya feet,
nigga. Time's come to settle ya debt.
He doesn't even pretend to try to plea bargain with me. "Nigga, fuck...." Whommp, the 9mm
coughs again. This time it hits him in the hand and passes through, leaving a ragged hole that's
leaking blood on his living mom floor, "Ya know, Fm kinda havin' a real Al Pacino type of
moment here. Ya wanna play rough? Well, say hello to my little friend," I laugh as I pick up the
glass hooter and a large piece of the potent rock he's been cooking up. "Nigga, I ain't gon ask
you to get ya ass up. No, mo, I'll just keep on flesh woundin' ya. Ya wanna be a balla ass t Thing
is, you saw me in action and ya know I ain't nothin' to be fucked with, and you still crossed me
for a $2 ass stripper. Now get up!" He got up on the couch. I gave him the glass hooter packed
with crack and said, "Nigga, smoke this dick or get smoked with this lead," as I struck the lighter
with one hand while the other half the .9mm to his head. It killed all that nigga's street pride to
hit that rock, but smoke it he did. The shit got him so high he was lookin' at his fucked-up hand,
just laughing at the wound. "Wow, damn, my nigga, that's some kick-ass shit! Ginune some
more, Cajun? I know you gon kill me. Just let me die high than a mutha fucka." I packed the
glass once more and lit it. He inhaled until he couldn't hold no more in his lungs, then let his
head fall back on the cushion. I stood up, aimed the .9 between his eyes and said, "See ya in
hell, nigga." Then I doubled tapped him with the 9, gathered my shit, her keys and left in the
Envoy Blazer.
Chapter 103
Tosha - "Please be patient with me. God isn't through with me yet," sang
the choir. They are swaying back and forth. The silk, maroon-and-silver robes are trimmed out
in gold, and they swoosh back and forth quietly. The house is packed, and once again, song
selection fits our situation perfectly. We have been back from out min-honeymoon for a week
now. We are speaking, but barely. He thinks I am way too jealous hearted, and that my totally
irrational behavior hurts our relationship. I think he's to friendly and way too quick to smile in
other woman's faces. After all, the world I come from, he has absolutely no idea how many
women would literally kill to have a man of his caliber. I mean, he is the total package. A 21year-old father of two, successful business owner, with a swag that's off the charts. He's never
been one to sag his clothes and show his ass, or constantly grip his package. Now, when the
nigga walks in a room, he steps just like Obama. His rugged good looks and the body that he
works out at least four times a week make him a good catch. My good catch Damn it, just get
ya own man and leave mine alone. Even right now here in church, you think I don't know how a
chick looks at a guy when she's feelin' him9 There are three straight-up young hoes who always —
and I mean always — come runnin' up to shake our hands and talk after service has concluded. I
used to go talk and socialize with sis Goode and some of the church mother when we first came
here. Then I started noticing the buzzards circling around my man. Now I stay glued right to his
side, thank you very much.
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stand and clap to the music. Then right on time, Rev Goode jacked Di Khalid's "We Talcin'
Over Beat," and flipped to "God's takin' over, one soul at a time. God's takin' over if we just give
it time." As the choir sings the hook, Rev Goode puts it down with two good verses. Then the
music minister shuts it down on his verses. The Birdman and Lil Wayne part. Oh man, they
rocked the house. The dancers had a sick routine as the spot lights shined on them. Finally, Rev.
Goode brought a beautiful sermon and spoke of God's tolerance, love and forgiveness. It seems
as though he was talkin' right to me, and as soon as the service was over, I hugged Jaime, asked
his forgiveness and swore to try harder and be more understanding, because I can't lie, I really
wouldn't like it if he walked around and treated everyone hateful all the time. His smile is part of
why I fell in love with him so I don't want him to stop smiling — just do it a little less.
Now we both have stuff to do. He's got some stuff to pick up at Home Depot, so he's pulling the
small utility trailer on his Yukon. We are out of food, and so are the dogs. The two puppies and
Beyonce only eat Pedigree, and Jaime is already trying to train them. I always shot at Wal-Mart
Super Center for our food. The prices are better, as is the variety. Besides, I can get Jaime's
work Dickie jeans, my slacks and blouses to wear in the office and most anything the twins need.
Today when I pull into the huge, busy parking lot, I am forces to park quite a ways from the door
because it's crowded. I pulled in next to a little maroon-colored Envoy. Someone's inside, but
I'm not really paying attention. I got the twins in their stroller that has a shopping cart mount and
prepared to go and brave the masses for our nutritional bounty. As I pass by the Envoy and walk
towards the store, I get the strange feeling I'm being watched. I spun quickly to look behind me,
and a tall, thin dude dips off between two cars to the next parking section over. Ya see this right
here, I don't like. The short hair on my neck is prickly, somethin' ain't right. And worse than
that, after that little spat about my temper, I have promised not to carry a pistol in my purse
anymore.
Chapter 104
Ike - "Cut my life to pieces, this is my last resort. Suffocation, no breathing, don't give a fuck if!
cut my arm bleeding." This crazy-ass rock song is the last song Tatyanna was listening to and
since I don't have any CDs of my own, I let it blast on her system as I ride and get high. In fact,
that's what I'm doing in the busy parking lot of Wal-Mart's Super Center this Sunday afternoon.
I heard the shit on the news all over the local stations. Damn, I had no idea that the gate she
lived in was under video surveillance. Now here I am, a wanted man, riding in her shit. They
are calling me a person of interest in these murders. I should have searched the house better. In
the bottom back half of the closet, the dog alerted on a whole 'nother three-quarter of brick of the
potent cocaine, along with another $18,500 in cash is re-up money. Oh well, I'm still good to go,
but I can't try to hit no highway like this. I been up too long without sleep, so Fm paranoid. The
police will run down on me if I sleep, so I blast off and get high with huge hits of premium-grade
coke. Damn, if I could just sit here and calm down a minute, I can go in this store and get some
shit. I need to clean myself up change my whole appearance, put some food on my stomach (I
don't remember the last time I had a decent meal). Then I'll find some place to sleep for a day or
two. After that, kiss H-Town goodbye, I have apparently wore out my welcome. They have a
task force lookin' for me, the "Take It Attacker." As I put up the hooter with the money and
coke, I raised the seat up to get out of the SUV and I'll be damn, "Look at the tail on that whale."
Sister girl was busy unloading her twins, getting' them ready to go shopping. It's when she
straightened up and pulled the Halle Berry-looking weave back behind her ear that it hit me. I
knew this chick, but where and how? Baby girl was riding in a brand-new minivan, dressed nice
and had the phat ass jumpin' and bouncin"round in that light-blue church dress. Look like she
got two midgets fightin' for room back there. When she takes off pushing the stroller toward the
store, it's like a flash back into time. That's the very same ass and walk that I followed into
ICroger's in Shreveport, right before I robbed the bank. What the hell?
I jumped out of the Envoy, grabbed a handful of cash out of my backpack. With my hat and
glasses on, I followed at a distance as she walked toward the busy store. She must have sensed I
was following her. The turn to look back at me wasn't subtle enough. I sensed it and shot off
between the cars over to the next row in the parking lot. I continued to track her through the
store and, yes, it was definitely the fine little bitch from Shreveport. She looked as though she
had matured and blossomed into a fine-ass woman, motherhood agreed with her. I stayed away
from her and followed at a distance while I shopped for razors, hair clipper, shaving cream and
some Dickies shirts and jeans. The whole time though, I kept her in sight. Around all these
people she got comfortable and stopped looking for me. I wonder if she still with that nigga that
robbed Salvatore's brother. I haven't chopped it up with the Colombian since I got out of jail.
Hell, I been on a mission! I do think it's bout time I gave him a call. I wonder how much he
would be willing to pay me to find out the whereabouts of this bitch and her nigga. I believe I'll
slide up outta here, move the SUV and wait on her to come out. I'm real interested to see if she
will go home to the daddy of them twins and if so, is that nigga tall and thin like me. If he is,
boy, does the cartel have a surprise for that ass. Cut my life to pieces. This is a last resort
Chapter 105
Jaime - "Driftin' on a memory, ain't no place I'd rather be than with you, my love is true." I let
the Isley Brothers blast in the Yukon. It's now sittin on 26-inch rims, and the Flow master
exhaust system makes the big V-8 growl at the world when I mash the gas. I've got it done now,
and I enjoy driving it. It's still a work vehicle though. That's apparent by the small utility trailer
full of Home Depot supplies I just picked up. Tomorrow is Monday, repair day. It won't be too
bad, a couple of pieces of sheet rock for holes in the walls One unit needs some bathroom work
done. I am always upgrading and trying to beautify the grounds, so the mulch, topsoil and
flowers will be put to use Although I love Tosha and our family and would never do anything to
put our relationship in jeopardy, I still prefer to make these Home Depot trips solo. The
flirtatious attention I receive from the cute, little Hispanic chick strokes my ego, let's me know
that even though I'm married, I still got it. I don't know, I guess it's the whole forbidden fruit
thing that the harmless flirting does for me that turns me on so much. Tosha doesn't like or
understand it. She has apologized for acting so immature at South Padre, and after church we
made up, so we're all good. That still don't mean she wouldn't act a damn fool if she saw how
this chick was just all up in my face, smiling and talking to me.
Now, as I cruise home and look at my city's north side, thoughts of life together, where we
started from, and now the direction we are headed in has me feeling like I'm in a zone. We are
already talking about moving to a house, but each time I pull into the driveway and see all the
pretty landscaping that surrounds the big, handcrafted "The Isles" sign, I say, "No, this is home."
I backed the utility trailer into the maintence shop driveway next to the office and unhook it from
my Yukon. I plan to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon with my dogs and family. When Tosh get
here, I will put some burgers on the grill while she makes everything else. Then we go over to
the pool, which is closed to the public on Sundays. First though, let me introduce y'all to the
newest members of my family. Their names, Rocky and Apollo. They are both beautiful, smart
brindle puppies, and they are growing and accepting training from me, and instruction from
Beyonce. They are still in that playful, innocent stage of their young lives, and right now I have
them jumping a tree trunk, and I'm hooking them both to a single concrete block to pull across
the back yard by their harness. Beyonce has done all of these things, and at 70 pounds she's a
full-grown female and proud mother. She's high from the shotguns I blow in her nostrils and
she's with me on the patio barking her encouragement for her babies to pull the concrete block to
up where an all-beef chew treat awaits both of them when they finish. Apollo finishes first but
Rocky, not to be outdone by his brother, isn't far behind.
I sit in the backyard and finish my cigarillo, then with the grill ready to go, there's nothing to do
but put the dogs on their leashes and let them walk in the parking lot. Damn, tosh will bitch
about me leaving my church clothes strolled everywhere, but that's part of our makeup, That's
what we do. As I walk the dogs through the side gate out into the front, Tosha comes whippin'
her van into the entrance way too fast — with my kids on board, no less. What the hell? She
stomps the gas after navigating the turn and straightening out the wheel, and patches out black
rubber on the concrete straight towards us. She skids to a stop right next to the Yukon. She has
fear in her eyes. I looked up in time to see a maroon Envoy sitting in the gate's entrance. Then
the nigga waved, spun his tires out and left. Tosha said, "Since you don't think
do something about him."
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Tosha — Damn, I am so glad to get back to the normal chaos of the office. I am in the back. Ms.
Liz and the temp girl are in the leasing office. Yesterday was crazy, and my nerves are still a
wreck. I kept seeing that tall, creepy-ass nigga all over the store. Normally, a tall man attracts
me. But him, in the soiled, slept-in clothes, the shaggy, unkempt hair, and scraggly beard not
only turned me off, he scared the hell outta me. With all the talk of this serial rapist and
everything, and me with my kids, I just naturally started to panic. I thought I was being a drama
queen, and so did the cart boy and assistant manager after they walked me to my van and the
SUV was gone. I felt so silly and embarrassed that I tipped the $10 apiece after they loaded my
bags into the van. I pulled out of the busy lot to come home, senses still on alert, but I was a
little more relaxed. That is until I went to get on the highway from the feeder road, looked in my
rear view mirror and there, four or five cars back, was the maroon Envoy. I did an evasion trick
that Jaime taught me long lime ago. I rode towards the entrance to 1-45 until the last possible
second, checked my mirrors then darted back to the feeder road. When I looked in the mirror, I
saw that he almost caused a wreck doing the same thing. Now I know for sure that it's him and
he's definitely stalking me. Right then I was mad at Jaime because if he hadn't made such as
issue out of me carrying a pistol in my purse, if I had had it, I woulda hit a side street where
traffic is light and made his stallcin' ass move around. Since I didn't have it, I dialed Jaime's
phone, it rang three times then went to freakin' voice mail. It was probably layin' on the dining
room table and not on him. He always answers my calls. So I had nothing left to do but get
home as quickly as I could.
Although I'm a good driver. I had no business driving as fast as I did with my 9-month-old twins
in the car. I didn't know what else to do, so I drove hell bent for leather to my home, the Isles
Apartments. When I turned on the Red Oak Drive, he slowed down. I didn't, when I drove into
the driveway and saw Jaime, I felt so relieved. I drove straight for him I threw the van into park
and got out just as that fool was turning in. he sat in the entrance and looked at us for about 20
seconds, then hit reverse and patched out rubber hauling ass up outta there. Jaime was hot as
fire, but what could he do? By the time I explained to him what was going on, the SUV was long
gone. Thank God the twins weren't hurt and slept through it all. I asked Jaime what was going
on and why that thugged-out lookin' ass nigga was following me. It was then that he showed me
the website from the newspaper with the surveillance picture on it. He asked me, "Look
familiar?"
"Hell no, that nigga don't look like anybody I bow!"
Then he refreshed my memory bout the dope-friend ass nigga we sold the coke to then left him
tied to the chair in a room in Shreveport. He also told me he couldn't sear to it, but he thought it
was the same nigga who had already been here and shot my dog. Now I was super hot that I
didn't have my pistol with me, and I went into a cussin' rage. Jaime, bless his heart allowed me
to rant until it was out of my system. I didn't sleep very well and probably won't until this fool is
either caught or in the ground. If he ever crosses my path again, I know what it is. So does the
little .38 snub that I will damn sure have with me until whatever happens is over.
Chapter 107
Ike — All the warning signs and bells were sounding off in my head to leave H-Town north side
and go on bout my business. So why was I, one of Houston's most wanted fugitives, still tooling
around in the same area that I have either sexually assaulted or killed nine different people?
There a couple of different answers I could give y'all. Both of them are crazy. The first is, the
longer I ride tight by the law and look them in the face without being caught, the smarter and
slicker I believe I am. The second answer, I'm stuck in a donut pattern with a Pyrex hooter that
never runs out of the potent rock cocaine. I still have 9 and a half ounces of what I took from
Grip and Tatyanna, and $40,000 cash money I don't feel the need or urgency to do nothing but
what Pm doin', and smokinl The little interaction and car race I had five days ago is getting'
ready to make me a very wealthy man. After I collect this bounty, then I can go away from here.
After all, this nigga and his ol' lady owe me big. She led me right to the same apartments I shot
that bad-ass pit bull in a month or so ago. Now I remember very clear whose voice I heard that
night. She drove right up to that nigga and jumped out pointing at me at the same time I was
pointing my camera phone at them. I got two damn good pictures, and I have already talked to
Salvatore early this morning. He wondered where I've been, what was I up to, and where am I at
now. When I sent the photo to his phone, he was happy and told me, "Stay as close as you can,
and try not to lose them." He was going to come personally to deal with the two putas that killed
his brother and disrespected La Langosta Nostra Familia." He said he had big plans for me
handling this for him, then he kind of threw me when he asked about my beautiful girlfriend. I
played it off by saying, "Which one?" We both had a good laugh then disconnected the call.
So now here I am, posted up (actually Pm sitting) down the street from the apartment building
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where they stay at. I check in with Salvatore every five or six hours, but ain't really no need to
watch`them anymore. I watched a older lady pull outta those apartments and followed her today.
She ended up at the Subway restaurant to buy some lunch, and I struck a conversation with her
about apartments to move into. She is so very proud of her Section 8 place that she wouldn't
shut up about the Isles — how pretty it's landscaped, the pool and small fitness room, the laundry
room. She bragged about how well the place is kept up and the handsome young couple that
owns the place, Jaime and Tosha. To seal the deal, I said, "I filled out and application over there.
She had her kids with her. How are they?" "Oh, then beautiful twins babies are just the most
precious sight," the lady gushed like she was a grandparent or something.
So they robbed, stole and hustled their way into a legit lifestyle, good for them. Too bad they
gon have to pay for their transgressions from they're former life. I took me a nice hit and set out
to cruise down the road by their place one last lime before I find me duck-off spot for tonight. I
can't rent no room,! saw my sketch in one of the many motel office along FM 1960, West Road
and Cypress wood, where hotels are located. Al the hoes are scared to get in a car now, so the
stroll is literally vacant. As I drive slowly down Red Oak Drive toward the apartments, this
becomes the least of my worries. I am almost to the gate when a big Midnight-blue Yukon pulls
out into the street. He raises up and gives the mid-sized Envoy a hard look, then the nigga don't
hesitate. He raises a Glock .40 and double taps it right into my windshield spider webbing it.
Chapter 108
Jaime - "Dear Lord in Heaven, I know you hear my prayers. You are my Jehovah, my provider,
my Father and my protector. I ask your blessing and halo of protection around my family, Lord.
More than all else, I pray for wisdom, knowledge and, most of all, understanding. Lead and
guide me through whatever this threat and hindrance is to my family. In Jesus' name pray.
Amen."
That was the prayer I been praying for each morning since the incident with Tosha. Although I
pray and believe it, I'm strapping on the Glock .40 with the 17-shot clip. It rides my hip as I
work and move around my property. The guys on my crew know something is up and have
asked if there's anything they can do to help. I don't want to drag them into my and Tosha's
bullshit, so my answer is, "No, just continue to do your jobs and we'll be fine." In fact, this
whole four days have been stressful to Tosha and I, as well as them and the office ladies. I
caught me a idea, and with nothing real pressing on the schedule, I called Tosha and asked how
would it be to buy a couple of shrimp platters, some fried chicken, a small cake and some Bud
Light and throw a crew bash by the pool., maybe pass out $50 cash bonuses. She loved the idea
but had about an hour's worth of entrie and work to do on the computer. Plus the twins, both of
whom were screaming at her in the background, were acting bad. These are the times when she
says, "Your kids don't wanna act right." Why is it they are my kids when they're bad but her
angels when they are cooing and smiling for her camera phone? Anyway, I was gonna have to
make a trip to the HEB deli to get our party rolling. I called Mike outside and told him to come
with me on the golf cart to the front. While we were riding, I asked him, "You get anything in
your truck that will shoot?"
Yeah, got a .20 gauge I use to hunt birds and rabbits with. Why, boss, what's up?"
"Not much. There's this fool hangin"round that Tosh and I have had run-ins with, and he's got
her upset."
"Well, from the way you been 'round here with that big-ass .40 on your belt all week, looks like
she ain't the only one that's upset."
"Yeah, well, he's fuckin' with everything I love. If and I get the chance, I'ma deal with his ass
In the meantime, I want you to hang out up front. Go in the back, grab Beyonce, and put your
shotgun in the maintenance shed. Just stay up here 'fill get back, okay?"
"You got it, Jaime. You be careful, alright?"
"I'm good," I say as I go and kiss Tosha and the twins. She says, "This is a good idea. It will
help break up the tension. The ladies can feel that something ain't right as well."
"It's gon be all good. I'm going to get all the stuff, then to the bank for cash. I'll be back soon."
I went and got in the Yukon to take off. I pulled the Glock out and sat it on the console as I left.
I'll be damned if as soon as I pulled out into Red Oak, here came the GMC Envoy down the
street. My hand closed around the butt of the .40, I flicked the safety off and pulled out. When I
saw that it was him for sure, I aimed the .40 at his window and dumped at him two times. He
ducked down as the hot lead shattered the windshield. He ran partially into the ditch as he
floored the gas pedal. Then mid-sized SUV tore up the grass and dirt until the tires found
purchase on the asphalt and shot the small truck off down the block like a rocket. I spun the
Denali into a wide U-turn and took off after him. The big V-8 let out a low rumble as I mashed
the gas. I have always been good behind the wheel, and I was determined to catch this damn
fool who killed my dog. He won't ever mess with nobody again in this lifetime.
As I took off behind him, he raced north on Red Oak towards FM 1960. although the U-turn
slowed me down, I was closing the distance quickly. We raced at speed up to 85 mph towards
the busy roadway. I hung the .40 out the window and shot twice more. One missed, the other hit
the tailgate of the SUV. He was heaving and swerving back and forth, trying his best to shake
me. But I wasn't going away anytime soon. As we approached FM 1960, he didn't pull up to the
red light or, for that matter, stay on the road. He drove into a shopping plaza parking lot and bent
the corner, temporarily out of my sight. I drove around the backed-up afternoon traffic behind
him and when I bent the corner, he surprised me when he aimed at shot right into the grill of my
truck, then stepped on the gas and took off again. The rush-hour commuters looked on and
ducked down in shock. A lot of them knew like I knew that a stray bullet ain't got a name
attached. It can find anybody.
After being caught off guard, I took out behind him racing through the plaza and driving onto
1960 where he sideswiped a car and spun it sideways. I knew that too many witnesses and cell
phones, as well as video cameras, were involved now,. I wouldn't be able to down this nigga. I
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followed him weaving through traffic to the next red light, then I turned left and drove through a
residential section of the North Houston suburb and quietly made my way back to the apartments
with my Yukon running hot from the busted-up radiator that leaked water and antifreeze from the
bullet hole. I parked it out of sight in the maintenance shop. Everyone wanted to know what
was goin on, and Tosha was sick with worry. I was mad that, once again, the nigga got away. He
was like a cat with nine lives. I do know this, somebody luck was running out.
Chapter 109
Tosha - "If God's blessings is what you want, and you have faith in him to fix whatever the
problem, if you believe the God you serve is the Almighty, then lift your hands and give him
some praise!" I threw my hands up and yelled, "Amen!" as Rev. Goode put it down on the huge
stage. Thank goodness for this place and the services Jaime and I attend here. It's Sunday
morning and it's been two days since Jaime's shootout that made the news. Fortunately, no one
got his tag number, but they got the tag number off of the Envoy. It was registered to the stripper
they found dead along with her drug-selling boyfriend. Although we haven't been contacted by,
nor do we have any desire to talk to, the police, they have been literally swarming the area
looking for the nigga from Shreveport Jaime's Yukon is inside the maintenance shop, and the
new radiator will be put in this afternoon. It worried the hell outta me when, as soon as he pulled
out of the complex, the gunshots rang out. The noisy chase that followed and the shots we heard
during the chase didn't do anything to ease my worry. Then Jaime pulled into the complex with
his truck shot up. He took my van and got the food and drinks, as well as cash for the party. The
party went well, and we passed out the cash, but it did little to break the tension-filled afternoon.
Now it feels good to sit here in church and be comforted by Rev. Goode while he preaches to us.
I don't know how he heard of our situation, but this morning when we arrived with the twins, he
pulled Jaime into his office to talk with him and find out what was going on. Now as we sit and
listen to his words it seems as though every other phrase and word is being spoken directly to us.
"Brothers and sisters, we have to sell out to God and put all our worries, cares and problems
down on this altar right here. Then believe that God above sent his only son to pay the ultimate
price as a redemption of our sins so that you and I can have life and have it more abundantly,
amen!" The chorus of amens came from all over the church, as I sat there frozen with conviction.
The soft altar call music starts to play, and the choir sways back and forth, singing, "There's
room at the cross for you." Rev. Goode says, "It's somebody up in here that's got a burden on
their shoulders that they want God to remove. It's somebody here who is so stressed out and
upset with things from their past that they don't feel worthy of God's grace and mercy.
By now the tears are flowing freely down my cheeks, and Jaime is sitting there with his head
down. "Won't you come? God wants to take away whatever's troubling your hearts, he wants to
forgive your sins and transgressions. He wants to see you as new creatures, created in His
image." Jaime takes a hold of my hand and we stand up to go down to the altar for prayer. He
asked the elderly lady seated next to us to mind the sleeping twins, and we walk together on out
long journey down to the front of the big church. "Amen" respond people all around us, clapping
and encouraging us to let God work his miracle in our lives. Rev. Goode and a host of deacons
and the prayer posse sisters wait on us and others to assemble. Once there, we spoke briefly with
Rev. Goode, then we prayed with him and I poured my heart out to God. Jaime did the same.
Shortly after that, we all spoke aloud the sinner's prayer, then raised our hands and gave thanks
as the choir cut loose to "When I Laid Mu Burdens Down." We both sang and praised God. We
were down front for maybe 10 or 15 minutes and started making our way back to our seats.
Once there, we saw our seats and the twins' carry cribs in front of our seats. What we didn't see
were the twins and the elderly Hispanic-looking couple we asked to watch them. I didn't want to
panic or make a scene, but with all that had happened, I screamed out, "My babies! Where are
my babies?" By that time, Jaime had ran back to the front to tell Rev. Goode what was
happening. He quieted the choir and ordered the cameras off, then told the ushers at the rear of
the big auditorium to close off all the exits and have the security patrol and off-duty Houston
police who directed traffic check all the cars leaving the gigantic parking lot — although with a
10-minute head start, they were probably long gone by now.
Isn't it ironic that the day we ask God's forgiveness for taking so many lives, hopes and dreams,
we gained his forgiveness but lost all of ours. All I could do is sit there and sob long after the
service was over. The detectives, along with the local FBI and senior members of the church
staff reviewed all the security footage. We tracked Andre and Andrea as the old Hispaniclooking couple carried them, each one with a baby, out a side exit, and not the way we always
enter and leave. They left the property in an unknown direction, driving a Lincoln Town Car
while Jaime and I prayed asking for God's forgiveness. With the parking lot nearly empty, long
after the service has ended and we have talked to the FBI and HPD, Jaime and I walk out to the
van. I am numb, as I don't speak or even cry anymore. I allow Jaime to help me into the van.
He sits my purse on my lap and goes around to get in. he gets the van started just as his phone
rings When he looks at the caller display, it says "Tosha's phone." He showed it to me right
before he answered it. Through all the excitement, I never thought to look for my phone. It's
apparently missing from my purse. Jaime answers the phone and puts it on speaker. The caller
says, "Hello, Jaime and Tosha."
Jaime says, "Who the hell is this, and where are my kids?"
"Oh, come now, you didn't actually think or believe that you could actually get away with
disrespecting La Lacosta Nostra Familia, did you? The way you feel now is the same way I felt
when I arrived from Columbia to surprise my brother for his birthday, only to find that he had
been shot down like a dog by you and your greedy puta. This call is to find out how it feels to
lose your loved ones and then die!"
Jaime told me, "Get out! Get out now!" The van has a safety feature that locks the doors while
the engine is running. In the split second it took me to unlock it, I felt rather than saw the C-4
explosive that was attached to the under carriage of the van and rigged to a remote control
switch. The concussion of the explosion blew me through the front windshield. The explosion
tore the limbs off my body and spread body parts 40 feet away. Jaime had the door open but
stood no chance as the blast shot his body forward across the big lot, and he died instantly. Now
here I am, riding above the ground and Jaime follows close behind. We meet my fifth-grade
teacher in the sky, and the only words she speaks are, "Come on, y'all, let's go home," as she
takes our hands and we ascend into the clouds.
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Chapter 110
lice - "God damn, my monies sick, I need to see a doctor, black on black Bentley I call it
Phantom of the Opera." Young Jeezy came through the speakers of the Ford Escape I had rented
after the nigga tried to kill me. It's all good though, nigga got his issue 'bout a hour ago. Hell of
it is, I'm the one got to push the transmit button on the two pounds of C4 wired to his van. His
babies are on their way to Bogota with Salvatores grandparents. Their only job was to track the
family and let Salvatore know when they were leaving. It was a bonus when they saw and took
advantage of the chance to walk away with the beautiful twins. They get clear and will be picked
up at a abandoned airstrip in the next county over, then fly into Mexico where a private G-4 will
take them non-stop to Columbia
Now here I am following Salvatore and his bodyguards. I am 1 kilo and $25,000 richer for my
efforts, and I plan to hit the highway find me a spot to open up shop now that I'm back in stride
again like Frankie Beverly. As I sat at the red light on FM 1960 waiting on the green light so I
can get on the highway, my thoughts are mostly on the almost $62,000 and coke riding in the
backpack. Damn, a hit would be good now. As my mind wanders, I paid very little attention to
the fact that a white Ford can has pulled up on my left and yet another one on my right. The light
changes but the big limo doesn't move. The two niggas both in all black and ski masks, jump out
the side of the van. The driver of the blue van hangs a big chopper out the window "I V.P,
mutha fucka," was the last thing I heard as all three unloaded the banana-shaped clips of the AK47s into the Ford Escape. The lead filled my body and I went limp at the wheel. The last thing I
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saw was the driver's arm reach through and retrieve my backpack.
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EPILOGUE
THE E.M.T WAS LEANING ON THE REAR OF THE AMBULANCE HAVING A MUCH
NEEDED CIGGARRETTE BREAK AS THE CARNAGE AND BEDLAM OF THE DEVESTSTATING SCENE FINALLY BEGAN TO CALM A BIT.AS SHE INHALED DEEPLY
AND ALLOWED THE NICOTINE TO WORK ON HER NERVES,SHE LOOKED UP AT
BEAUTIFUL TEXAS SUNSET AND WONDERED HOW A ALL KNOWING,MIRACLE WORKING GOD COULD ALLOW SUCH TRAGEDY TO STRIKE A YOUNG,HARD WORKING
COUPLE LIKE JAMIE,AND TOSHA.SHE HAD BEEN A FIRST RESPONDER TO THE
911 CALL ABOUT THE EXPLOSION AT THE CHURCH THAT SHE ATTENDS ON A
REGULAR BASIS.SHE ACTUALLY HELPED COLLECT THE REMAINS OF THE GIRL
FROM THE PARKING LOT OF THE CHURCH,AND ALTHOUGH SHE KNEW BETTER
THAN TO TAKE THE JOB OR THE SCENES SHE ENCOUNTERED PERSONAL,SHE
COULD'NT HELP BUT TAKE THIS HARD,SHE KNEW THE COUPLE ON A FIRST
NAME BASIS.THEY SHARED A YOUNG ADULTS BIBLE STUDY CLASS TOGETHER.
SHE HAD HELPED PICK UP JAIME WHO WAS STILL HANGING OUT THE MINIVANS DOOR AND PUT HIM IN THE BODY BAG.TO ADD INSULT TO THE TRAGIC
EVENTS,THEIR PRECIOUS TWINS WERE KIDNAPPED BY SOME SICK MADMAN.NO
SHE DID'NT WANT TO QUESTION GODS AUTHORITY,SHE JUST WANTED TO
MAKE SENSE OF IT ALL.AS SHE STOOD THERE LOST IN HER THOUGHTS,THE
LOUD THUMP ON THE WINDOW OF THE AMBULANCES CARGO WINDOW STARTLED
HER AND CAUSED HER TO TURN AROUND!WHEN SHE TURNED AND LOOKED AT
WHERE THE BODY BAG LAY ON THE FLOOR OF THE VEHICLE SHE SAW THAT
IT WAS HALFWAY UNZIPPED AND A BLOODY HAND AND ARM WERE HANGING
OUT OF IT.THE BODY INSIDE WAS JAIME FORD,AND HE WAS ALIVE!
STAY TUNED.JACKBOYZ PART II (RUMBLE IN THA JUNGLE) COMING SOON.

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