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  Herby rose to his feet holstering his firearm and listening to Ta’shauna talk on his cellular.

  “Okay. I love you, too.” She pressed end and extended the cell for him to take it. He did.

  “Everything hunky-dory?”

  “Yeah, it’s all good.” She managed a smile.

  “I’ll tell ya, ya brotha must really love you, ‘cause I sure as hell don’t come cheap.”

  “Wow, you must be pretty good at what chu do.”

  “I’m the best at what I do, Toots.”

  “Can you help me back over to the couch, please? I’d like to sit down.” She extended her hand. He took it and led her to the couch where she sat down.

  “Can I bum a cancer stick off of you?”

  “Sure, Doll Face.”

  Herby placed a cigarette in her mouth and lit the end of it for her. She took puffs and exhausted smoke, fanning away the fog. She swept the loose strands of her hair out of her face and listened closely to what he had to say.

  “So, uh, I don’t know if you mind me asking or not, but I have to. I mean, to be frank, it’s friggin’ killing me.”

  She blew out a cloud of smoke and said, “Shoot.”

  “Why is this guy after you? I mean is he some crazed stalker, you fucked around on him, you owe him money or something?”

  “Uh uh.” She shook her head. “He wanted me to bid, but I couldn’t hack it. I’m not built to do time with nan nigga. I love dick, jewelry, clothes and the finer thangs too much.”

  “Is that right?” Herby cupped his hand around the cigarette and sparked it up.

  “You goddamn right.” She tapped her square above the ashtray, dumping ashes, after feeling around the table for it.

  “Wasn’t he out here holding you down?”

  “Yeah, but he knew he was going to have to take some penitentiary chances if he was going to keep me.” She frowned and turned her face in the direction of his voice, her expression was like ‘That nigga knew what was up.’ “I have expensive taste, sweetheart. Very expensive taste. I’m too pretty to be out here working. I use what I got to get what I want.” She quoted a line from The Player’s Club. “Sheeiiiiit, I wish a bitch would be somebody’s cleaning lady, down on my hands and knees scrubbing floors and shit. Nuh uh, that kind of shit there just ain’t for me. I’ma different type of female, boo. Niggaz gotta pay if they wanna jump up and down in this pussy...”

  She patted that fat coochie between her thighs. “Truth be told, I had love for Tiaz, but I didn’t love ‘em. Although, I did allow him to think otherwise.” He scrunched his face up at her. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel it. “Yeah, I know. It’s fucked up. It’s a dirty world, but it’s an even dirtier game. I knew he was gon’ get it by any means necessary, which is why I fucked with ‘em. Tiaz lives by a set of old school principals. You know that providing and protecting ya woman shit. So, he was perfect. I couldn’t fuck with no one ‘round my way, ‘cause I’d already been through them all, so they wasn’t tryna see me.”

  A cold world breeds an even colder bitch. Herby shook his head. He hadn’t been with Ta’shauna that long, but he already knew from that bit of time that he didn’t like her. He wasn’t going to allow his feelings to interfere with his job. Nah, he was going to remain professional and when the time came for them to part ways he was going to get as far away from her ass as possible.

  Chapter Four

  Chevy pulled up at a red light and a black van skidded to a halt before her. Her eyes nearly leaped out of her head and her mouth dropped open when the vehicle’s sliding door was flung open. Two masked up niggaz, holding choppas, approached her car, the business end of them thangs pointed right at her. Her heart was beating so fast that she thought that it was going to jump out of her chest. Chevy released the steering wheel and lifted her trembling hands, palms showing dampness. She closed her eyes and peeled them back open having swallowed the extra spit in her throat.

  Her head turned as the men rounded her vehicle counter clockwise, AK-47s poised to leave that ass as bloody as ground beef. She was visibly shaken and scared. This had never happened to her before and she didn’t know exactly what these fools wanted. At first, she thought that maybe they were there on Tiaz’ behalf, but that idea was dispelled. If it were him then he would have come alone. He wouldn’t have sent anyone. Not to mention the only nigga she knew that he fucked with like that would have been Threat. He didn’t move with a band of niggaz. Not to mention, Faison said that he was dead. At that moment, it dawned on her that these dudes had to be part of Majestic’s organization. That was it. It made perfectly good sense. Mothafuckaz hopping out of vans with assault rifles on some Mexican cartel shit.

  “Get out da car! Bitch, get out da car!” the tallest of them barked, startling her. “’Fore we blow yo’ fucking head off!”

  She went to open the door, but another bark scared the life out of her.

  “Hurry up!” the shorter one barked, cocking the hammer on his weapon.

  “Okay! Alright, I’m coming.” Chevy’s heart was beating so hard that she could feel it bumping up against her ribcage. Her legs felt like cooked noodles, but somehow she managed to use them to get out of the car. The tallest one looked up and down the block making sure no one was watching or coming. The coast was clear. It was late and the streets were naked of anyone or anything. He shoved Chevy up against her vehicle and pressed the choppa against her cheek, indenting her face, causing her to turn her head. She squeezed her eyes shut and mashed her lips together hard, waiting to hear the weapon fire and end her life.

  “We know you were da one dat killed Majestic and his people.” Her eyelids snapped open and her eyes darted to him. “Oh what, you think we didn’t know about that? We were staked out down the block, hoe!”

  “Fuck all dis talkin,’ leave dis high-yellow bitch where she standin.’”

  “Right.” He went to pull the trigger.

  “Wait!” The shorter one, was studying something in the backseat. He looked to Chevy. “What’s in that bag?”

  “Not. Nothing. It’s just a couple of bath towels.” She quivered with fear.

  He gave her the side eye and twisted his lips. “Fuck outta here! What I look like, Boo Boo the Fool?” He hit the locks and recovered a Gucci duffle bag. He lifted the towels that were inside and found racks on top of racks stored. A smile spread across his big ass lips.

  “What chu smilin’ for? What chu come up on?” The tallest looked from Chevy to his partner, still holding that Kay to the side of her face. His man opened the bag and held it out for him to see. When he peered inside, he smiled too. “Sweet.”

  “How much is dis?” The short one questioned her.

  “Three. Three. Three hundred grand.”

  They whistled, liking the sound of all of those dead white men.

  “That’s lovely right there.”

  “Sho’ ya right.” He closed the Gucci bag.

  “Good lookin’ out, lil’ momma, shame we gotta kill yo’ fine ass.” The tallest molested her with his eyes and licked his chops. “Mmmmmm.” He said like she was delicious. He went to pull the trigger, but the shorter one grabbed his wrist, snagging his attention. He frowned and looked at him like ‘What’s the big idea?’

  “Nah, let her slide,” he told him seriously.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, we done already robbed the bitch, now you wanna kill her?” He looked at him like Damn, nigga, have some mothafucking compassion. “One L’s enough for the night. Besides...” He held up the Gucci duffle bag. “...we got plenty of loot to count up.”

  “Right.”

  “Let’s go.” The shorter man nudged him and sprinted to the van, climbing inside. “Come on!” He waved him over, watching him slowly back away from Chevy with his AK-47 trained on her. Abruptly, he spun around and hauled ass toward the van, gripping his assault rifle with both hands. He leaped inside and slid the door closed, locking it in place. Chevy watched the back tail light drive away until the
y were two bright red orbs and had eventually disappeared into the night.

  With her head hung, she trekked back to her whip and climbed in, pulling the door shut. She looked at her hands and they were shaking badly. Her eyes misted and tears sprawled down her cheeks, rolling over his lips.

  “Oh my God,” she rasped. She was scared as hell. That was the second time Death had tackled her door, and that time he’d come close to getting inside. “Shit.” She curled her fingers into fists and closed her eyes, trying to get a grip on her emotions and rattled nerves. Suddenly, she felt the bile rise up her esophagus and she hurriedly unlocked the door, throwing it open.

  “Bwahhhh!” She hurled.

  That night’s dinner came splattering against the pavement in the form of a pinkish green goop. Just when she thought she was through, more came up. Bwahhh! Her head bobbed as she unleashed what was left inside of her stomach. More tears danced at the corners of her eyes and she wiped her mouth with the back of her fist. Afterwards, she retrieved a couple of napkins out of the glove-box to wipe off her tongue and chin. She balled up the napkins and threw it out of the window. Then she wiped her face with the inside of her shirt. Sniffing up the snot that threatened to drip, she licked her lips and dialed the number to her brother’s contraband cell phone. As the phone rang she was overwhelmed with sadness and depressed. She felt like a complete failure having gotten the money for Savon’s lawyer stolen. She didn’t know what she was going to do to get that money again, so she could only pray for a miracle.

  ***

  She bit down on her panties as he thrust in and out of her wet, creamy hole. She tried to climb the walls like she was half a spider, but he held her in place and roughly fucked her, just how she liked it. Each stroke of his love muscle caused sweat to dash on her big, luscious titties.

  “Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!” Her eyes were rolled to their whites and her arms were wrapped around his neck as he dug up in them guts. He clenched his jaws and stared into her face. It was twisted into a mask of pleasure. This let him know that he was handling his business, and damn well, that night. He pumped longer, faster, harder making her voice go up a few octaves before the sound left her.

  “Uh! Uh! Uh!” He grunted, face coated in perspiration, as well as the rest of his body. Feeling her legs shaking, he looked down just in time to see her juices spraying his beaded nest of pubic hair. “Sheeiiiiit!”

  “Shhhhh!” He stole a glance to see if someone was peeking in through the rectangle window, there wasn’t anyone there.

  “I can’t help it. Damn, you got some good dick, nigga, shit.” She licked her tongue at him like the freak she was, grinding up on his full potential, enticing him to keep fucking her. Old girl loved the way he felt inside of her opening and wanted to feel his one-eyed snake tickling her G-spot. She’d gotten hers off, so he went ahead and wrapped up his performance.

  He rose from off of the bed and stuffed his red bandana inside of her mouth. Right after, he was pressing her up against the wall. Eyelids tightened, arms wrapped tightly around her, he grunted and ravaged her middle. She looked like a demon was trying to possess her as he galloped at her center, her white cream sliding down his swollen member. She was so wet that his hardness sliding in and out of her sounded like a nigga greasing his hands with Vaseline. He looked up at her face and cracked a smile while he worked his hips in a circular motion. The bandana fell out of her mouth as he pumped her full of raw dick. A tingling sensation greeted the head of his steel. As soon as he met it, he snatched free of her and jerked his dick on her washboard stomach, plastering it with pearly white jizz.

  “Ughhhhhh!” Relief crossed his face and his tongue hung at the corner of his mouth. He went along jerking his meat until he was sure all of his children were freed from the juvenile hall that was his balls.

  “Good looking out.” Savon smacked the C.O. on her bare ass. He wiped off his dick and pulled up his pants. After that he kicked back on his bunk and lit up a cigarette, watching his fuck-buddy get dressed. He took casual pulls from the cancer stick as he studied her. Her face was kind of strong, but she had ass for days and titties for weeks. It helped her case tremendously that her V was some of the best he’d ever encountered. Other than her smuggling contraband into the prison for him, that was the reason he fucked with her. He hadn’t been down that long, but the homies from the hood came pouring in a couple days after he’d gotten there. There were a total of twelve of them, excluding himself. Given that the Outlaws weren’t the largest set there, they were one of the biggest. It was strength in numbers, so they were good on the muscle end of things.

  “Well, I better get back to work.” She leaned down and kissed him sensually. “See you later, handsome.”

  He blew out a cloud of smoke and said, “No doubt.”

  The correctional officer drew the sheet back on the string that stretched across the cell. As she was opening the door and leaving, Savon felt a vibration underneath his pillow. Switching hands with the cigarette, he reached under his pillow and recovered the cell phone. He smirked seeing that it was his sister. After pressing answer he brought the cellular to his head and his ear was assaulted with what had happened to her that night. The news prompted him to sit up on his bunk, concerned lines running across his forehead.

  “You all right, sis?” He went to stand in the corner where no one could see him through the window. “Good, good, good. You make it to Steinbeck’s yet? No!” A shocked expression emerged on his face. “Wait a minute, they took you for the whole shit? Oh no, oh no, this is bad, real bad.” He paced the floor, running his hand down his face while in motion.

  “Grrrrrr!” He growled like a lion, going berserk in his cell. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He kicked and stomped on the bunk in a rage, showing his natural black ass.

  “I’m sorry, Savon, I’m so soorryyy.” Her voice blared and she broke down sobbing, hearing her baby brother get crazy. “I’m so sorry.”

  Savon threw his cell phone against the wall, the screen cracked and it skidded across the floor. Breathing hard with teary eyes, he slid down the wall. His knees were up at his chest as he brought his hands to his face bawling. “Haa! Haa! Haa!” His head bobbed as he broke down crying, teardrops splashing when they hit the cool, filthy floor. “Ahh! Haa! Haa! Haa!” He cried long and hard, all the while hearing his sister on the opposite end of the cellular.

  “Savoooonn! Forgiiive me! I’m sorryyyy! Haa! Haa! Haa!” She wailed into the cell phone. “I’m sorrryyyy!”

  Savon was washed up, done for if he couldn’t get his hands on some money to pay his lawyer for a good defense.

  ***

  Chevy finally managed to pull herself together from what she thought was the final night of her life. She understood now that it was best to have her antennas up more now than ever. Them fools had caught her slipping and could have very well had her brains plastered on the inside of her Caprice. Thank God one of them felt for her. He convinced the other to let her keep her life, because had it not have been for that she’d be lying on a cold metal slab getting her body slit open during an autopsy.

  Chevy pushed the thoughts into the back of her mind. Right now she had to focus on the most serious one at hand and that was finding her baby boy. She was beginning to feel like a shitty parent, having lost her son not once but twice now. All she could do was scrape her knees up to the Lord and pray that he was safe and sound. Because one thing was for certain, she wouldn’t be able to live if harm came to a hair on his head. Te’Qui was her world. To her the sun rose and set on him. He was her little man.

  Chevy bent the corner with an Urrrrrrrk! Tilting the pretty black on black thang, chrome rims spinning like Wheel of Fortune contestants. As soon as the vehicle came back down on the pavement, she floored it and it accelerated. She was staring straight ahead. The window was down and the wind blew against her face, disturbing her dyed blonde hair, causing it to ruffle in the air. She blew the excess smoke from her nose and glanced down at the ashtray, mashing out what was left of
the cigarette. Seeing her driveway coming up, she made a sharp right and drove upon the lawn. She threw open the door and hopped out, leaving the driver side door open as she ran around the car. Coming upon the porch, she jogged up the steps in a hurry.

  “Te’Quiiiii! Te’Quiiiiii!” She called out her son’s name as she went through the keys until she found the key that she was looking for. As soon as she unlocked the door and stepped inside, she took a clean scan of the living room. Her eyes were wide and her mouth formed an O. Tucking her keys into her pocket, she moved throughout the house calling her son’s name and checking each and every room.

  She came back inside of the living room. Stopping at the center of the room, she placed her hands on her hips and her brows bunched together. “Hmmm.” She bit down on her bottom lip and that’s when the thought hit her, she was hurried out of the door. Crossing the threshold and leaving the front door wide open, she made her way over to Baby Wicked’s Aunt Helen’s house. She jogged up the steps and knocked on the front door, glancing over her shoulders in case she saw him wandering about. It was a long shot that her baby boy would be over his best friend’s aunt’s house, but it was worth checking out before she went any farther.

  It was taking a while for someone to answer so Chevy went to knock again. That’s when the porch light came on stinging her eyes like bumble bees and causing her to wince. She heard the door locks coming undone and the knob being turned. Next, the door was being pulled open and she found a wide silhouette standing before her. From the big curly hair and the roundabout shape of the face, she could tell that it was Helen.

  “Uh, hey, Ms. Helen,” she started off. “Te’Qui wouldn’t happen to be over here, would he?”

  “N...” Helen cleared her throat with a fist to her mouth, holding a hand at her back, clutching a gun. “Excuse me, no I haven’t seen him, Chevy.”

  Chevy dropped her head disappointedly, she hated to hear that. “Oh, uh, when was the last time you seen ‘em?”