The Sex Opera ...Season 2

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Chapter 7, part 3

The cold waiting area of the emergency room did nothing for Parker’s nerves. He paced the floors until he wore a groove in the waxed tile. He chewed off his thumbnails damn near down the cuticles before he decided to relax and watch CNN highlights on the wall-mounted television set. The cold plastic chair offered no comfort he waited for word on Brie’s status.

Across the room sat a set of twins and their mother. The slightly overweight, dirty blonde busied herself with a pair of knitting needles and a ball of yawn as the pigtail-wearing twins coughed and wiped their noses on their shirtsleeves. Parker cringed at the germs they were breeding in their clothes. He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander to the woman’s feet where he noticed her worn tennis shoes were stained green. The girls sneezed and Parker thanked God that they were across the room because the last thing he needed was to bring home germs to his son. The girls played patty cakes and their mom seemed uninterested.

The sliding doors open and in waltzed Frank with a worried expression. His eyes scanned the room until he met Parker’s. “Where is she?” was the first thing out of his mouth as he approached.

Parker rose from his seat and slipped his hands in his pant pockets. “She’s in with the doctors now. We can’t do anything but wait right now.”

“Has there been any updates?” Frank asked as he stroked the back of his neck.

“None. A nurse came out and said she was awake and alert but that was about it.”

Frank continued rubbing his neck with more tension along his head and near his earlobe. “Dammit! I should’ve stayed with her. I knew something was going to happen when I left her.”

Parker shook my head. “Don’t go beating yourself up. You didn’t know this was going to happen.”

Frank began to pace but abruptly stopped. “The baby! Did they say anything about the baby?”

“No. Nothing,” Parker offered.

Frank went back to pacing and speaking to himself in another language. Parker didn’t know what to say to this man. He had never been in this kind of situation before so he had no words of encouragement other than a pat to his shoulder to let Frank know her was there for him.

Finally, the nurse came out to greet the men with a look of hope. Parker tapped Frank on the shoulder. “This is the nurse who came out and talked to me before.” Both Frank and Parker raced across the room eager to hear the news about Brie.

She clasped her hands together and smiled. “Good news. She’s out of the woods. She’s resting comfortable right now. We managed to stop the bleeding and bandaged her up pretty well. She had a pretty nasty cut to her right thigh.”

Parker raised my hand to pause her words. “I’m sorry, this is her fiancée Frank. I think maybe you should direct this information to him. I’m just the neighbor.”

“Oh I’m sorry.”

Frank stepped aside the nurse.

“Well, your fiancée is doing just fine.”

“How’s the baby?”

“The baby’s fine, just a bit stressed.”

Frank released a deep sigh and turned to Parker with a short smile. “When will I be able to see Brie?”

“Well, again, the doctor will come out and give you a full run down on your bride to be. He’s basically going to answer all your questions you may have as well as let you know what she needs to do to avoid this from happening again. Just be patient for a little while longer. He shouldn’t be much longer.”

“Thank you,” the men said in unison as the nurse turned to leave.

Parker plopped back down on his seat and stared up at the speckled ceiling and said a silent thank you to the Man up above, as he was sure Frank was doing the same.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Chapter 7, part 2

After series of questions from the Oakland County police, Jaleesa returned home still on edge. She raced to her kitchen and snatched open the cabinet that housed her vodka and wine. With shaking hands, she grabbed the bottle of Grey Goose and a shot glass. She tucked the bottle under her arm and made her way to the sofa. She sat the glass on the coffee table and uncorked the bottle. Without removing her purse from her shoulder, she threw back one quick shot. As the alcohol simmered in her stomach, she poured another shot. She leaned across the sofa and pressed the message button on the answering machine on the end table.

“Hey Jaleesa. Just wondering if you were up for some dinner. I tried calling your cell phone today but it went straight to voicemail.” Brad went on to state the restaurant he wanted to try and for her to call him as soon as she got the message.

“I’ll call you as soon as I knock back a couple more of these shots Brad. I promise,” she said as she raised the glass to her lips.

After her disoriented state kicked in, Jaleesa called Brad and asked for him to pick her up because she wasn’t capable of backing her car out the driveway let alone down a busy street. She glanced at the clock to see it read 10:26 p.m. She closed her eyes as her body collapsed in between the sofa pillows. She smiled as she laced her fingers behind her head and enjoyed the blissful feeling of inebriation.

A gentle knock at the door awakened Jaleesa from her brief slumber. She glanced at glowing clock that read 11:32 p.m. and staggered to the front door. She checked the peephole and saw Brad checking his watch. Jaleesa opened the door. As Brad stepped inside, she threw her arms around his neck in a clumsy manner and gave his a sloppy kiss.

“Whoa! Are you all right?” he asked as he held her snuggly.

“Oh I’m fine. I’m feeling fine as good wine.” A quick hiccup escaped her. She covered her mouth with one hand. “Oops, excuse me. That was nasty.”

Brad pulled back and stared at Jaleesa with questioning eyes. “Have you been drinking?”

“Hell yes. I had a rough day.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No I don’t wanna fuck about it. Let’s go eat.”

Brad chuckled under his breath. “No I said talk about it.”

“Oh.” Jaleesa giggled. “My bad. I guess my drinks are affecting my hearing.

Brad guided her to the sofa where he saw the half drank bottle of vodka and an empty shot glass on the coffee table. Her heels were tucked under the table as was her purse and its contents were scattered on floor and table. He helped her onto the sofa where she plopped down and kicked one foot on top the table.

“Jaleesa what happened?”

“Oh nuttin’ much. Only I stopped at the jewelry store today and had a gun pointed in my face.”


“Yeah, darnedest thing. The damn jeweler was held up, they robbed the place in under five minutes, and I was laying on the floor concentrating on how not to piss the damn floor.”

Brad grabbed the bottle of liquor. “Well, drinking yourself into a coma isn’t going to help matters. Are you still up to eating?”

“Nope. I’m fine just the way I am.”

Well, I’m going to put on a pot of coffee.”

“I don’t want coffee Brad. I want this alcohol to stay in my system until it wears off. I don’t want to think about today anymore. Just let me have this peace, okay!”

Brad bowed his head. “Okay.” He went into the kitchen and put the tall bottle on the counter top and loosened his tie. As he stepped back into the living room, he slid out of his blazer. Jaleesa could see his nipples pressed against his shirt, which led her eyes to hands that pulled his necktie from his collar.

She stood from the sofa and walked in his approaching path. Without warning, she put her hand against his chest to pause his pace. Jaleesa removed his hand from the tie and finished where he left off. She tugged the colored cloth from his neck and gazed into his eyes as she unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and worked her way downward. Pushing the garment from his shoulders, the beige shirt fell to the floor while Jaleesa smoothed her hands around his waist, and pulled his undershirt from waistband of his pants. She glided her hands along his back, enjoying the silkiness of his skin. She returned to the wrinkled edges of his shirt and pulled them upward until she tossed the white tee across the room.

Jaleesa leaned in and pressed her lips against his pink, erect nipple. Circling the tip of her tongue along his areola until it tightened and crinkled at her touch. Brad’s head fell backward as her lips coiled around his taut flesh.

“Oooh, shit,” he whispered as Jaleesa slithered her hand inside the front of his pants.

As she continued to kiss his chest, she used both hands to undo the buckle of his pants and unfasten the pant clasp. Pulling on the zipper hand, Jaleesa kissed her way to his other nipple and massaged his hardening cock simultaneously. Brad moaned at her sensual touch.

Jaleesa pushed his pants to his ankle and before long she knelt before him and grabbed his shaft with both hands and fed her hungry mouth. She slid her tongue down his thick skin and circled around his meat. Enjoying the feel of him, she slurped at the crown with puckered lips followed by poking inside his slit as she fondled his hairy balls between her fingers. Her pussy was on fire as she enjoyed the taste of his dick.

Brad placed his hand on the back of her head as she guided her mouth up and down his pipe. She inhaled him deep, relaxed her throats and accepted his massive dick deep within. As if she was starving for his flesh, she sucked him hard and rapid. Wishing she could detach his dick from his body she glided her mouth up and down his wand with rushed pacing. Jaleesa gargled on his crown as it throbbed between her relaxed tonsils all while holding his balls tightly.

She pulled back and felt the main blood vessel throbbed at the roof of her mouth as she sucked hard from his human straw.

“Oh shit, Jaleesa, what are you doing to me?”

Jaleesa picked up the pace with her oral delight. Her jaws locked, as her mouth grew tired of being stretched to accommodate him. She reached between her legs and tore her panties at the crotch. She grabbed Brad’s hand.

“Sit on the arm of the sofa,” she instructed.

Not hesitating, Brad sat down and before he had a moment to object, Jaleesa mounted him and glided her hot pussy onto his soaked dick. With precise movement, she pushed own on him until he filled her to the hilt.

“Oooh shit, that’s it right there,” Jaleesa hissed as her head fell back. She rounded her back, grabbed onto his tight ass and started her motion. Slow in the beginning to ensure his fit, Jaleesa squeezed her inner muscles—locking his dick in space—and picked up her pace. Brad held onto her with all his might as she took him deep inside. Her movements were fast and controlled. The erotic bliss of their wet bodies became evident as the sloshing of sex juices mixed creating a smacking noise each time she thrust against him.

It wasn’t long before Brad cried out in ecstasy as did Jaleesa in the heat of his sexual explosion.

“Brad, you make my body feel so good. I gotta keep you around for a while.”

“I’ll be here as long as you need me,” he responded while wiping the sweat from her brow.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Chapter 7, part 1

The spitting flames drew the college kids closer in proximity. The crackling of wood splitting was overshadowed by the sounds of rap music and men chanting the sexually suggestive lyrics of 50 Cent’s Candy Shop.

“Athena, can you excuse me a second? I’m going to run and holla at my boy real fast.”

“Okay by me.”

“Me too Hasaan!” Chris yelled before she grabbed Athena by the hand and walked toward the towering flames and mingling drunken student body. Athena was overwhelmed with the number of people who drank without regards to what they were in taking. Chris didn’t seem affected by the loud and lewd behavior as she introduced Athena to her friends and former classmates. Athena tried to guess whom she was involved with intimately; by the way she said their names and her obvious body language.

Chris grabbed Athena’s hand and led her down a grassy area where another large group of students laid on blankets while watching the flames topple into the atmosphere. The overpowering smell of marijuana grabbed her immediate attention.

“Hey pass it down, man. Why you always hoggin’ the blunt?” she heard someone say as she watched one guy passing a brown cigar over to another.

Athena glanced around in search of the voice but there were too many faces to place it. Chris continued holding Athena’s hand until she found an empty spot to lie out her blanket.

“This cool with you, Athena?”

She shrugged. “I guess.”

Chris unfolded her blanket and draped it out next to the guys who were sharing their illegal substance. “Hey, I know you guys are going to let me hit that.”

Athena’s eyebrows rose. “Damn, do you even know them?”

Chris turned to Athena. “This is Joseph Dixon and that’s his partner Samuel. We go, how shall I say it, way back? Joseph and I used to fuck around during my first semester. We kept in touch and his boy Samuel is real cool peeps. He used to tutor me in Biology last year.”

“That’s it?”

“Of course not. Samuel is a big nerd but can give some mean head.”

Athena shook her head in disbelief. “TMI.”

“What? I thought you should know, just in case you’re in need of a little…” she nudged Athena’s arm, “special attention.”

Athena laughed. “Sorry but anybody you’ve already, I don’t think I need to sample. I’m kinda picky with who I’m with.”

“Gurl, this is college. You can have as much fun as you want and don’t have to worry about your parents in your grill about it.”

Athena laughed at her reasoning before her giggles were silenced by the sight of the Adonis approaching. His sculpted figure appeared to come through the fire like a reigning king. Chris’ voice because muffled words of nothingness as Hasaan approached. He smiled at her before standing by her side.

“Can I join you guys?” he asked.

“Free country,” Athena answered before sliding closer to Chris as she took a pull from the shared blunt.

“So how’s it going? Athena, right?”

“Shuddup! Don’t even try and play me like that.”

Hasaan chuckled. “Okay, my bad. But feel how you doing? You diggin’ the college life so far?”

“I haven’t really seen anything. Other than the ongoing partying, it feels like Belle Isle back at home.”

“What’s Belle Isle?” Hasaan questioned as he made himself comfortable on the uncovered blanket of grass.

“Belle Isle is a remote island in downtown Detroit that the local partiers go and hang out. There’s typically family reunions during the summer days, but for the most part, it’s known for cruising, partying, and hidden sex.”

“Kinda like a strip for people to show off their rides and pick up girls, huh?”

“Exactly. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Cool. Maybe one day when I come to Detroit you can show me around this Belle Isle.”

Athena swallowed before she spoke. Her words were a bit caught in her throat as she though of being this man’s personal guide through the city. “I can do that.”

“So what’s your major?”

She sighed. “I’m not quite sure yet. I’m going to take some basic courses for this year and then hopefully I’ll have a general idea of what I want to do.”

Hasaan leaned back onto his elbow and turned his attention to fire. “Smart thinking.”

“How ‘bout you?”

“Architecture. My dad owns a landscaping company back home and my mother is a caterer. I’ve watched them work themselves crazy with the hustle and bustle of demanding customers and I decided that once I was done with football I was going to have a career that I enjoyed and didn’t feel like it was a job.”

“What made you pick architecture?”

“Pretty much the flexibility. I love to draw and design things. I used to want to be an artist but I don’t like the idea of being a starving artists. Architects make hella money, especially once I own my own firm.”

“Well, good luck with that. That sounds like a nice career move once your football career is done.”

“Yeah, I think so too. Besides, we got enough brothers designing shoes, clothes or working for the NFL front offices.”

“You’re right about that. Well, at least you have plan. Many players retire and don’t know what else to do with their lives.”

“Yeah, or worse, leave school, get injured and then don’t know what they want o do with their lives.”

Hasaan turned back to Athena and she watched his eyes gaze over her body. The sight of him checking her out made her hot within. She imagined him touching her in an inappropriate manner. No man had penetrated her heart other than Mister Parker. The more she thought about being with Hasaan the warmer she became. Trying not to appear obvious, Hasaan turned onto his hip while still resting on his elbow and brushed Athena hair from her shoulder.

His fingertip touched her cheek and earlobe, which sent hot chills throughout her body. She pulled away slightly but not on purpose. The feeling she was experiencing was too much for her to handle at that moment.

“You have nice hair,” he said.

Probably the dumbest thing she ever heard, but at that moment, it sounded heavenly. “Thanks,” she responded.

Hasaan rested his hand near her arm and continued staring at her. “Where you get those big ass hoop earrings?”

Athena broke into laughter, which caught the attention of Chris. Chris leaned forward and saw Hasaan laughing also. “Hey, what’s going with you two?”

“Hasaan is stupid,” Athena stated before pulling her hair back.

“Wha’sup, Chris,” Hasaan asked as he tickled Athena’s ribcage.

“Uh-huh. Don’t do that.” Athena said as she swatted his hand away.

“What? You ticklish?”

“Very much so and unless you want to be sporting a black eye tomorrow I suggest you cut that out.”

“Oh shit! You violent and feisty, that’s my kinda woman,” Hasaan gloated.

Chris stood from the blanket and passed the blunt to Athena. Athena politely waved it away. Chris walked behind her and then handed it to Hasaan.

“You know damn well I can’t be fucking with that shit.”

“Oh my bad. Scholarship boy. You gotta keep the piss clean, right?”

Hasaan eyebrows flinched as he rolled off his hip. Athena caught the pissed off look on his face before he blew a short sigh.

“Chris, why don’t you leave the man alone? You know he can’t get caught with that stuff while he’s playing football.”

Hasaan glanced at Athena and smiled. Athena returned the gesture and licked her tongue out.

“So what y’all two bosom buddies and shit now? Forget both of y’all. I’m getting high. I don’t have class tomorrow so I’m about to party.”

Chris walked back toward Joseph and handed him the blunt. Suddenly voices and laughter grew louder from the hilltop. A group of bodies walked around the flames and Athena couldn’t help but notice that all the girls were topless and wearing thongs. Her jaw dropped in disbelief.

“Oh hell naw! What is this Girls Gone Wild?” she asked.

“Sortaspeak. These bomb fires can get kinda wild.”

“Well, it’s making me uncomfortable. I don’t need to be around this.” Athena rose and dusted her backside. “I’m going back to my apartment.”

“Wait hold up, I’ll walk you. You don’t need to be walking by yourself this late,” Hasaan volunteered.

“Oh y’all not about to leave me out here by my damn self. I’m coming too,” Chris stated as she stumbled backward. “Whoa! That’s some good fuckin’ weed right there!”

Athena’s happy go lucky expression diminished into one of disappointment.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Chapter 6, part 3

“I have her. She just passed out,” Parker said into the phone. Frank’s voice was filled with fear and desperation. Parker could hear him breathing heavily in distress. He knew Frank was upset that he couldn’t be with Brie, but parker assured him that he had everything under control.

Parker carried Brie to the sofa and propped a pillow under her head as he waited for the ambulance to arrive. Brie had yet to regain consciousness as Parker waited impatiently with Frank screaming words of pray in her ear. Luckily, Miss Ruggs had answered the phone when she did because with the shower water going, Parker didn’t even hear the phone ringing as Brie called.

When Parker found Brie she had blood on her fingers and her palm. He thought she cut herself from the glass that was scattered by the door but when we noticed the spotting on her dress he didn’t want to take any chances.

“We’re answering a distress call,” the emergency tech said as he carried in a medical case inside the house.

Parker stood from the sofa and move out of the path of the technician as the woman took a seat next to Brie on the sofa.

“Yes, I found her passed out,” Parker volunteered.

“Do you know how far long she is?” she asked as she grabbed Brie’s wrist and took her vitals.

“A few months. Maybe six I’m not exactly sure.”

The technician slipped a stethoscope around her neck, plugged her ears and held onto Brie’s wrist. Seconds later another tech raced in the house with a gurney and together they carefully lifted Brie onto the rolling bed and whisked her out of the house.

Parker never seen Brie so pale. It scared him a bit when he found her on the floor. His heart pumped a million gallons of blood because he didn’t know if he was too late. All he knew was that he didn’t want anything to happen to Athena’s mother. That poor girl has been through enough. With her father deserting her at a young age, she didn’t deserve her mother dying during her first semester away from home.

After watching the ambulance pull away from the driveway and pacing the floor for three minutes, Parker called Frank and he answered on the first ring. The urgency in his voice left Parker at a loss for words. How was he supposed to comfort this man when he had no clue what was wrong with his woman? The only thing Parker could tell him was that she was alive and breathing.

“Frank, she’s on her way to the hospital right now.”

“Did she regain consciousness?” Frank asked in a rushed toned. Parker could hear papers shuffling in the background.

“No, she didn’t but I’m going to ride to the hospital right now to get an update on her status and I’ll give you a call back.”

“No need. I’ll be there within an hour. I’m on the first thing out moving. Just stay with her until I get there.”

“I will and try not to worry.”

“It’s too late for that,” Frank said in return before hanging up the phone.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Chapter 6, part 2

Brie stepped into the living room and immediately the telephone rang. She tried to walk faster but it wasn’t happening. As she approached the cordless phone, she checked the caller ID and a smile stretched across her face.

She grabbed the phone and leaned against the arm of the sofa. “Hello, Frankie Poo.”

“Hey, sexy woman. How are you feeling this morning?”

“I’m fabo. How’s your trip going so far?”

“Business as usual. I’m just closing up a few ends and going through a few invoices from vendors. But with all this work on my desk, I had to stop and take a moment and talk to my baby whose carrying my baby.”

This was the first time Frank had acknowledged her unborn child as his own. Even though he had no part of its DNA, she never felt that he would grow attached to her unborn fetus. Brie smiled and rubbed her midsection.

“That’s so sweet of you.”

A knock at her door snatched her away from her happy moment. “Oh shoot! Someone’s at the door.” She stood from the sofa arm and started toward the door.

“Whose could be at the door this early?”

“Oh it’s probably Parker. I just came from his house a few minutes ago.”


“I just needed somebody to hear me bitch and moan about missing you, that’s all.”

Frank laughed. “I’ll be home before you know it. I just have to tie up a few loose ends here.”

“I know. I just hate I couldn’t fly with you. I would’ve loved to be in Arizona right now.”

“Believe me you wouldn’t. It’s entirely too hot for someone in your state.”

Brie finally made it to the door. She swung open the door. Her mouth dropped as the phone fell to her feet. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I see someone out of their right mind got you knocked up again.”

“Answer my damn question, Gertrude.”

Gertrude pushed her way pass Brie and stood in the foyer checking out the décor. “Just wanted to stop by and see how my sister-in-law was doing. Humph, looks like you’re doing pretty well for yourself after all these years.”

“Yeah, with no thanks to your no good brother.”

Gertrude snapped her neck and pushed Brie in the shoulder. “Watch your fuckin’ tongue about my brother. I don’t have a problem beating a pregnant bitch down to the ground.”

Brie stepped backward still holding onto the door handle. “What do you want, Gertrude?”

“I came to see if you’d fess up to killing my brother.”

Brie heard her name being called. She leaned over and struggled to reach for the phone at her missing feet.

Gertrude dashed across the room and grabbed the phone and placed it against her ear. “Brie’s got company right now. She’ll have to call you back.” Then she rudely disconnected the call.

“Bitch, how you gon’ come in my house tryin’ to regulate shit?”

Gertrude tossed the phone into the living. “Listen, I didn’t come here to argue with your ass. We can do this the easy way and you can just tell me what you did to my brother. Or we can do the shit the hard way.”

Brie smacked her lips and started into the living. Gertrude grabbed a fistful of hair and slung her against the vestibule table causing the glass vase to crash to the floor. Brie swatted at her hand and fought to free her hair.

“I know you had something to do with his disappearance and it’s only a matter of time before I figure the shit out.”

“Let go of my fuckin’ hair or I’ll-”

“Or you’ll what bitch? Call you’re little boyfriend and have me killed too?” Brie’s eyes went cold before Gertrude tightened her grip on her locks. “You hear me and you hear me good. I’m going to find out what you did to my brother and you better pray nothing has happened to him or your days are numbered.”

Gertrude shoved Brie into the door, causing her stumble into the entry door and bumping her spine against the brass door handle. Brie winced in pain and grabbed her stomach.

Gertrude stepped back and smiled at her agonizing moment. “I’ll be back and you better have some answers to my questions.”

Pain shot through Brie’s limbs causing her to cower over in pain. Gertrude pushed her to the side and stepped out the door and slammed it behind her. Brie slid down the wall until she sat uncomfortably on the cool floor. Tears burned the back of her eyes as prickling pain stabbed at her belly and lower back.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Chapter 6, part 1

Parker was awakened by light taps at his front door. After a good, healthy stretch and belly rub, he gathered himself and crawled out of bed. He ducked his head in Tyler’s room and noticed he was sound asleep with his Tickle Me Elmo tucked safely under his armpit and thumb in his mouth. He pulled the door closed so that he wouldn’t disturb the toddler’s quiet time.

Parker trotted down the stairs but not before the taps wrapped against the door pane once again. “Be right there. Hold on a second.” He peeked through the viewing window and saw Brie standing there putting out a cigarette.

He pulled the door open where Brie blew out the remaining smoke through her nostrils. “Did anyone ever tell you that smoking isn’t good for the baby?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. But I needed that one,” Brie said as she pushed her way inside.

“Brie, I’m quite sure Frank wouldn’t like you smoking in the state that you’re in.”

“Save me the lecture, Parker, I’m not smoking on a constant basis. That was the only one I’ve had in months. I just needed that one to calm my nerves.”

Parker closed the door behind her and wiped my eyes. “What’s bothering you?”

“The damn police.”

He swallowed hard as if a bird had flown in his mouth and perched a nest on his Adam’s apple. “Why are the police bothering you?”

“Well, they haven’t contacted me as of lately, but I know it’s only a matter of time before they’re back with their questions.” Brie waddled into the living and slowly lowered herself onto the sofa.

Parker didn’t want to say anything but Brie was quite appealing with her rounded tummy and full face. Her ankles were a bit swollen as were her hands. She looked radiant pregnant and she actually had a great looking set of tits now that she was with child.

“My no-good ex husband sister called and threatened that she believes that I did something to her sorry as brother.”

Parker didn’t know what to say with the exception of, “Did you?”

Brie snatched her head around. “Hell no! That fool left me! But for some reason, his sister seems to believe that I put rat poison in his ravioli and put his sorry ass out of my misery.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have anything to worry about, Brie. You know what happen. If she wants to fish around for something that isn’t there then let her.”

“Yeah, I know all this but I don’t like the fact that she sicked the cops on me and I didn’t do anything wrong. It’s like she wants to believe that I had something to do with his disappearance but I’m in the same boat she’s in. I don’t know where that fool is, only I don’t care to know where his sorry ass is. It’ll do me good to know he’s floating in the Detroit River somewhere.”

Parker chuckled under his breathe before yawning. “I understand your anger but don’t let it get to you. It’ll pass over. The police will know that you’re telling the truth and the case will go unsolved.”

“I hope so. I want Gertrude to leave me the hell alone.”

“Just let it go.” He patted her shoulder before turning to the kitchen. “You want a cup of orange juice?”

“Sure. Where’s Tyler?”

“He’s still sleeping. He had a rough night last. Kept me up for most of the night.”


“Yeah. I don’t know what it is but he was really fussy.”

Parker stepped in the kitchen, swung open the refrigerator and grabbed a carton of Florida’s Best. He opened the cupboard and grabbed a large plastic cup and poured his neighbor a healthy glass of Vitamin C. Parker walked back into the living and handed Brie her drink.

“How often has Gertrude called?”

“I just hung up the phone with her. She keeps asking me when’s the last time I saw Bruce but I keep trying to tell her I don’t remember nor do I care to remember.”

“She’s just looking for her brother Brie. You gotta understand where she’s coming from.”

“Fuck her and him. She didn’t give a damn about me when I told her raggedy ass that he was slapping me around so why should I give a fuck about how she feels now?”

“Wow such language for a mom-to-be again.”

“Oh shut up Parker.” She took a sip of her orange juice. “I mean who does she think I am? His keeper or something?”

Parker shook his head and folded his arms across his chest. “Brie, did you need anything?”

“Nah, I just wanted someone to hear my frustration. Frank had to fly out last night so I couldn’t talk to him. Athena isn’t answering her phone so you were the next best thing.”

“Well, thanks I think.”

“No problem.” She finished the last of her orange juice and handed him the empty cup. “I may need a little help here.”

Parker raced around to the front of the sofa and grabbed her hands. With his feet planted firmly on the floor, he pulled her body forward as she struggled to peel herself from the sofa.

“Shit! I feel like a damn whale fresh out the Atlantic.”

“I remember when Jaleesa was pregnant with Tyler. I thought she was the sexiest thing walking this earth.”

“I definitely don’t feel sexy. I can’t see my feet or my waistline. By the way, how are they doing down there?”

Parker looked down. “You’re wearing two mix matched house slippers.”

“Shit! I thought one felt different.”

They both laughed. “Well, thanks for lending me your ear and the glass of O.J. I’ll get out your hair.”

“Anytime, Brie. And tell Frank to stop by sometime. We can watch the Pistons whoop up on some of opponents.”

Playfully, she slapped his face and smiled. “I’ll be sure to do that.”

Parker escorted Brie out the living room and held the door open for her wide frame. He couldn’t get over her even skin tone and plumb bosom. Thinking back to Jaleesa when she was pregnant Parker couldn’t help but think about how warm and wet her womanhood was throughout her pregnancy. She stayed horny and he was more than happy to feed her what she wanted. It wasn’t until after Tyler was born that her mood for sex had dropped as did her baby fat. The postpartum depression kicked in immediately after Tyler turned a month old and that’s when their marriage started to deteriorate.

As Brie made her way across the lawn, light sounds came from Tyler’s room. “I’m coming, Ty,” Parker shouted from the foot of the staircase.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Chapter 5, part 6

“Shit, I know so.”

“How would you know?”

“Man, I was running his fuckin’ business why he was sitting up under them bitches. I was clockin’ his ends while he was puttin’ hoes on corners and stringin’ them bitches out on coke. I wasn’t tryin’ to be up under that nigga for much longer anyway. I was just tryin’ to get mine while I had the chance.”

“So what you doin’ now? I mean you got anybody frontin’ you?” Rico asked, swiping the condensation away from his glass with his index finger.

“I had a li’l bit of Gan leftover from Mark’s inventory but other than that I’m bold. I gotta find me somebody else to cop from until I get my money right.”

Jamal smiled and turned to Rico. Rico nodded and took a sip from his glass.

“I’m glad you said that. I have a proposition for you if you’re interested. I’ll front you a half pound of Gan and a half block of ‘caine to get you on your feet.”

“Front?” Evan questioned with raised eyebrows. “What’s the catch?”

“You bring me back thirty percent of your earning and then you can buy the rest of your stash from me at wholesale price. That way you can be well stocked and not owe me a thing. You’ll basically come to me when you need to cope and get a better rate than what’s on the streets now.”

“How you know what the rate is on the eastside? What if I get a better deal?”

“I can almost guarantee the quality isn’t going to be as good as my shit is. Young nigga I’ve been in the game since I was eleven years old. The dope game runs deep in my family. So I know I got all the good shit on lock. Even that little bullshit your boy was selling wasn’t worth selling.”

Jamal chuckled before giving Rico a pound on agreement. Evan shrugged and then sat erect when the waitress returned with his drink. She walked away and his eyes glued to her backside.

Evan licked his lips and turned back to Rico. “Nigga what makes you think I want to cope from you? I got niggas in the street I get my stash from.”

“If that’s the case, why were you workin’ for Mark? You could have easily broken away from him and did your own thang?”

Evan stared at Rico with cold eyes and took a sip from the rock glass. As the dark liquor burned the back of his throat, Rico kept calm and waited patiently for his response. He read his eyes and knew that Evan didn’t have an answer to his question but the diversion of the alcohol was his way of buying time to come up with a dumb answer.

“Because I was stealing Mark’s client from under him. While Mark was thinking I was selling his product at his rate, I was marking the product up a few dollars and pocketing the ends.”

“Were you making the weight any lighter?”

“No” Evan responded.

“Then you weren’t making any money nigga. All you was doing was getting some change. If you had any sense, you wouldn’t shorten the weight you were selling so create extra bags and sold them later for a profit. So you weren’t doing shit. But dig this here, what I’m about to give you should put you over the top. I’ll give you just enough so that you can make your bags bigger and sell them for less. That way, everybody will want to buy from you because they think their getting a discount and you don’t know how to weigh your shit. And then once you got your hooks in them, you can start cutting back on the weight of your bags or shift them over to the ‘caine for a different high. You under dig?”

Evan smiled but soon let it diminish. “I feel what you saying but why should I buy from you? I don’t even know you. You could be runnin’ game on me.”

“Cuz you know I’m spittin’ the truth.” Rico reached in his jacket pocket and sat three rolls of tightly rolled money on the table. “That’s six thousand. Six thousand I got to piss off and I’m willing to share some of it with you if you come and get down with me.”

Evan licked his lips and took another sip from his glass.

“Come get this money with me, Evan. With me, you ain’t gotta worry about all the bullshit you had to go through with your boy. Your dead boy at that. You already said you was runnin’ his shit, now come make some real money. With me you just buy and sell, that’s it. No strings attached. Start your own fuckin’ empire without having somebody to report to. Put your own money in your pocket without having somebody taking a cut of your shit.”

Evan finished the last of his drink and slammed the glass down on the table. “Fuck it. I’ll do it.”

Jamal and Rico smiled before they took a sip from their glasses. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about. It’s enough out here for everybody.” Rico took the rubber band off one roll of money, snatched off three hundred dollar bills and threw it to the stage. He uncoiled another hundred and threw it at Evan. “That’s just because I like you lil’ nigga. You got heart and I wanna see you grow. I can see you a hustla, now let’s see how good of a hustla you are.”

Rico downed the remainder of his drink and signaled for the waitress once again. After the guys knocked back two more rounds of drinks, Rico and Evan agreed to meet two days later to start their business relationship. Afterwards Evan left the bar leaving Rico and Jamal time to confer with one another about the decision on bringing Evan onboard their enterprise.

“So what you think about him?” Rico asked Jamal.

“He’s straight up with his dirt but it’s something about him that makes me uneasy. I can’t put my thumb on it but I bet if one of our backs were turned he wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet in it.”

“Yeah, I got the feeling too. But you know what if he selling my product we really don’t have to worry about him coming back trying to run any bullshit on us. After I finish selling him all of Mark’s left over products, I’ll hike up the price on his ass and skim a bit off his weight. That lil’ nigga don’t know how to count as is it but he’ll learn soon enough. For now, we’ll just ride him out until I’m ready to cut his ass lose.”

“Or he cuts himself loose,” Jamal finished.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Chapter 5, Part 5

Athena’s eyebrows rose. “Damn, that’s out cold.”

“Aye, I’m just keeping it real. He knew I was shallow from jump.”
The girls found themselves a spot on the grass near a tree. A group of guys ran pass with letters written across their chest that spelled out ‘Howard University is on fire!” which made the girls laugh in hysterics.

“How you ladies doing?”

Athena looked up and quickly waved. Hasaan took a seat next to her and smiled. “You all right Athena?”

“I’m good.”

All the girls turned to one another smiling and giggling.

“Damn, Hasaan, you don’t see nobody else?” Chris said after she slapped him on the back of his head.

“Ow! Girl, quit playing. You gon’ fuck up the wave pattern.” Without turning back and looking at Chris he kept his attention on Athena.

Athena’s face grew warm as she stomach danced a tango with excitement. She crossed her legs at the ankles in order to kept the moisture locked in because she knew if he thought about him and that dream she would give off her woman’s scent of passion which she knew he could probably easily detect being that he sat so close to her.


Three girls danced with one another on the narrow catwalk. They did everything in their power to get Rico’s and Jamal’s attention as they sat talking with the waitress who just delivered a round of drinks. Jamal stared at the woman like a piece of well-cooked meat while Rico remained posed and debonair as always. The thick air in the club caused Rico to choke a couple of times and force him to step to the restroom for a refreshing escape into the urine-scented room. He checked his watch and noted they had been in the club of only ten minutes and already he had grown tired of the atmosphere.

He walked back to the booth where he left his friend and reclaimed his seat next to his partner in crime. Jamal was busy caressing the waitress’ arm and putting on his pimp game which wasn’t working in his favor.

“I’m sayin’ Ma, when you get off work so I can take you someplace nice and feed you,” Jamal asked with a short smile. His toothpick never slipped from the corner of his mouth.

“Like I said before, I have a man. I don’t date the customers and I’m not for sale.”

“Aw, that’s bullshit if I ever heard it, but I’ll respect that. You don’t know money when it’s staring you in the face.”

“Oh I know money when I see it and I also know a legit Negro when I see one too.”

With that said she switched away from the table and cleared the adjoining table of the empty beer bottles.

Rico leaned over and coughed. “Guess she told you.”

“Naw, it ain’t over son. I love a fuckin’ challenge. She’s gonna be mine. All that body needs to be with a brother like me.”

Rico gave his boy a pound before noticing the front entrance door swing open. In walked a lanky young guy who looked like he had an attitude about being born. He guessed it was Evan but didn’t make motion until he was sure.

Jamal tapped Rico on the knuckle. “That’s the lil’ nigga right there trying to act hard.”

Rico glanced over his shoulder. “I kinda figured as much. Call ‘im over.”

Jamal raised his arm and waved Evan over to the table. Evan speed didn’t increase nor did his mean facial expression change as he stepped forward. Evan took a seat after Jamal slid closer to Rico.

“Wha’cha drinkin’?” Rico asked before raising his drink to his mouth.

“Let me get a Hen on the rocks,” Evan said as he slouched down on the seat, cocking his legs open to get comfortable.

Rico signaled for the waitress and placed his order. Before she walked ten feet away from the table Evan started right in. “So what’s this all about? Why y’all wanna holla at me?”

Rico sat erect and placed his drink back on the moist beverage napkin. “Well, I wanted to talk business with you. I know you heard about your boy Mark by now.”

“Yeah, I found out about it earlier. The shit is fucked up. He was man in all but uh…” He pinched his nose and stopped his train of thought.

“But uh what?” Jamal asked.

“He was a fuckin’ dummy. He was too busy fuckin’ with hoes instead of tending to his money in the streets. That’s probably what got his ass kilt.”

“You think so?” Rico asked with a straight face.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Chapter 5, part 4

“Yeah, some nigga gave me yo’ number, so whassup?” Evan said into his mobile phone.

“Who am I speaking with first of all?” Rico asked.

“Dis Evan.”

Rico shifted in his seat as he listened to the background noise through his Blue Tooth earpiece. “You one of Mark’s boys, right?”

“You can say that.”

“I was wondering if you I can sit down and kick around shit for a minute.”

“What kinda shit you talkin’?”

Rico smiled. “Not over the phone, bro. How ‘bout we meet up at Pretty Woman? I buy you a couple of beers.”

“What time you talkin’?”

“Let’s say ‘bout an hour?”

“Aw’ight. I’ll be at the bar.”

Rico ended the call and laughed with Jamal. “All right it’s on. You rollin’ out wit’ me?”

Jamal nodded once. “Fa sho.”


”Athena, where you at? I thought you were coming to the bomb fire?”

“I’m on my way down right now. Hold on a sec. I have to pull my hair up.”

“Okay, hurry up I got people waiting on us.”

“All right.” Athena slipped a couple of Asian hairpins near her ear and adjusted her blouse. She then grabbed her purse, keys, and sweater from the counter and raced out the apartment. Before she dashed to the staircase, she stopped in her tracks.

“Shit! I forgot to set the alarm.” She waved down the thought. “Oh neva mind, I don’t have anything for anyone to steal yet.”

She trotted down the staircase and raced down the approach where she saw Chris waiting in a Honda Civic with two other girls in the backseat. Athena ran to the car and climbed into the passenger seat.

“Jasmine and Jody, this is Athena. Athena vice versa,” Chris introduced as she steered the car away from the curbside. “I see you’re one of those last minute sistahs,” Chris assessed as she turned the car to the left.

“Not really, I took a nap and woke up later than I wanted.”

“Well, I hope you’re wide awake now because this bomb fire is gonna be off the chain! We always have a good time. The niggas be hyped and the ladies are crazy. It’s funny, when I first came to this campus I thought everybody was going to be stuck up out here but they’re not. Everybody is so down to earth and approachable.”

“That’s a good thing,” Athena said as she slipped into her sweater.

Jody leaned over the passenger seat. “Where you from Athena?”

“Detroit, Michigan.”

“Oh snaps you from the D? Damn, is it as bad as the media depicts it?”


“So the Mayor is rocking Navigators and big diamond earrings?”

Athena smiled as she fastened the first button on her sweater. “He gave the Navigator back and took the earring out.”

Jasmine leaned forward. “Did he have that dancer killed?”

“I seriously doubt that. Contrary to what everyone believes, Mayor Kwame is probably the best thing that’s happened to Detroit in along time. I voted for him because he wants to see his city grow and get back to the good ol’ days where everybody made money.”

“That’s cool. The good thing is that he’s young. He can bring some fresh things to you guys city,” Jasmine stated.

“Yeah, you guys had the Super Bowl. I know that was off the hook.”

“Gurl, it was parties everywhere. Celebrities were tripping over one another to have the biggest super bowl parties. They were crazy mad too. Diddy was charging something like five hundred a head to get into his joint.”

“Get out! He’s crazy!” Jody said with excitement.

“No joke. He wasn’t the only one though. Hugh Heifner, Jenna Jameson, Jerome Bettis, Kenye West, some of everybody was in the D.”

“That’s that jump off right there,” Chris inputted as she veered the car in direction of another short street.

The girls chatted freely until they drove up along a long lane filled with cars. The girls climbed out the vehicle once Chris parked near a fire hydrant and walked as a group up a hill until they saw the high flames crackling.

Jody screamed, making her presence known. “Damn, look at all these fools. Half of ‘em already looked drunk out they mind.”

“They probably are,” Chris added.

“Are you guys sure about this? I mean ain’t nobody gonna get in trouble for this?” Athena asked as she followed behind the girls.

“Nah. The most trouble we get into is too much loud music, but that’s about it.”

“Chris! Aye, Chris!” a male voice yelled.

“Ark! Who goes there?” she asked with her hand cupped around her ear. Athena searched the crowd and tried to find the voice who called out to her.

“Girl, there he is,” Jody volunteered. “Right there next to Cassie. Red shirt and no pants on.”

The girls laughed.

Athena covered her mouth. “Who is that?”

Jasmine stepped in. “That’s Chris’ old boyfriend. Used to be the star basketball player last year but he got kicked off the team during the last semester and put on academic probation.”

“Yeah, the big dummy was caught smoking Gan in the bathroom. Needless to say, he still has the hots for me after I fucked him over. The nigga didn’t have no bread and I’m a high maintenance chick. I didn’t really care for his sorry ass. He was just a trophy piece.”

Friday, November 03, 2006

Chapter 5, parts 1, 2, 3

After the detectives left Parker’s house, they pulled out the driveway and drove directly across the way and parked in front of Brie’s crib. Parker watched them from Tyler’s window as they approached her and Frank. Brie sat in a resin chair as Frank extracted a few weeds from the landscaping. By the expression on Brie’s face and wild hand gestures, it was obvious that she was collaborating with Parker’s side of the story. The detectives stood on the lawn for no more than ten minutes and soon smiled and headed back to their car. Not much later, Brie waddled across Parker’s lawn and he trotted down the stairs before she had a chance to ring the bell.

Parker snatched open the door and startled her. She jumped slightly and grabbed her chest before speaking.

“Did you know I was coming over?” She asked, patting her chest.

“No I was just about to go to my car. What do you need Brie?”

“I don’t need anything. I just wanted to let you know the police were just at my house questioning me about you and Mark?”

“Really?” Pretending to be surprised, Parker asked, “What did you say?”

“I told them there wasn’t anything to say. I told them that we witnessed Mark breaking in your house and then he came back over here drunk and you guys fought. When I told them that Mark pulled a gun on you they were taken back by that.”

“Mmmph. Funny, they doubted me when I said the same thing.”

“Well, that’s what cops do. They make you think they don’t believe you until they hear it from other people how it went down and then they move onto the next person they want to label as a suspect.”


“Yeah, why else do you think they question you?”

“Brie, I don’t know. I heard about the man’s death but I never would’ve thought they would’ve questioned me about it.”

“Did they ask you if you owned a gun?”

“Nope. Why?”

“Because whoever off that Mark put several bullets in his ass to make sure he wasn’t breathing.”

Parker shook his head in disgust as he stepped out onto the porch. “Such a bold way to die, but hey, you live by the sword then you die by one.”

“I wish he did live by the sword, it would’ve served him right if someone cut his dick off.”

Parker chuckled at her anger. He knew Brie didn’t care for Mark after he raped her and left her carrying a baby she wasn’t prepared to care for. It was a good thing that Frank entered her life. Not only did she stop pursuing Parker, she seemed to be a peace with her happiness.

He looked Brie in the eyes and asked, “How are you handling his demise?”

“Who me? Shit I can’t wait until they throw the last bit of dirt on his ass so I can dance on his fucking grave.”

Pakrer smiled at her conviction. “Brie, you gotta let it go. You’re happy with Frank now. Try not to think about Mark anymore.” he rubbed her shoulder and could sense her tension soothing over.

“You’re right. Look I just wanted to stop by and tell you that the cops probably won’t be coming back over so you can breathe easy.”

“Thanks, Brie.”

“Nothing to thank me about. I just told the truth.” She turned and walked back across the lawn and took her seat back on the lawn chair.


Jamal stood outside the Three Star Market on Schoenherr and waited. The likes of Evan stepped out the glass swinging door lighting a short cigar between his lips.

“Yo’! You Evan?” Jamal said after he powered down his tinted window.

Even removed his cigar, squinted, and hutched over to see inside the car. “Who wants to know?”

“An interested party.”

Evan stood erect, tossed the clear wrapper to the ground and shoved his lighter in his pocket. “Nigga, wha’chou lookin’ for a dime or a quarter?”

“Neither. My partner wants to set up a meeting with you,” Jamal answered with index finger curled slightly around the trigger of his hidden nine-millimeter glock.

“Who the fuck is yo’ partner and what does he want to meet with me for?”

“His name is Rico and he has a proposition for you.” Jamal handed Evan a business card with green writing. “Give him a call at your earliest convenience. It would be in your best interest to hear him out.”

Evan accepted the card and read over the number. When he looked up from the card, Jamal was backing out of the party store’s parking lot in his dark-colored sedan. “Dayum,” Evan mumbled as he read the name and number again before slipping it in his back pocket.


Athena tossed and turned for a while until her body relaxed and allowed her to drift into a nice slumber. She saw the double hung doors of her first hour class and peeked inside the small, rectangular pane. The instructor’s area was vacant and there were approximately ten students in the room drinking beer from the keg and screaming like wild animals. Athena couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Is this what college life is all about?” she asked herself while trying to focus on the faces amongst the small party pool.

Immediately she spotted Hasaan and Chris dancing together in a dirty fashion. He lifted her top over her head and cupping her breasts. She swatted his hands away and fed them to his open mouth. Hasaan leaned down and engulfed her small tits into his mouth and grabbed her by the ass and carried her to the instructor’s desk where he stripped her out of her tight jeans. Chris turned her head to the doors and smiled at Athena.

Athena watched in astonishment. How could she be so bold as to let him take on the desk in front of everyone in the class? She blinked a couple of time and watched Hasaan extract his huge black cock and then he too turned to Athena and smiled. He gripped his shaft with one hand. Athena licked her lips at the sight of his huge member. Just the appearance of it made her salivate and guess the approximate length and width of his dick. He slapped his mushroom head on Chris’ thigh before he plunged inside her. Chris screamed in ecstasy as he pushed deep. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and pulled out so that Athena could see his wet member going inside her friend. He continued to extract himself for what seemed like miles before he pushed his way back inside her.

“What’s he got a damn python for a dick?” Athena thought as she watched him work his hips.

Athena opened her eyes and noticed her legs were wet and coated with her womanly fluid.

See you guys Monday? Oh I changed the comment box so that you guys can leave comments. I forgot to activate it! Teehee...have a great weekend!

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Chapter 4, part 6

“So you’re thinking about the bomb fire tonight?” Chris asked.

Athena turned her with a look of surprise. “How’d you know?”

Chris shrugged and answered, “Just a hunch. Look, I gotta get outta here. I have to be at Tubby’s in about an hour and I need to go change into my uniform. Well, it was really nice meeting you. I hope to see you later on?”

“We’ll see,” Athena retorted.

“Okay,” Chris said as she placed her hand on the doorknob. “Well?”

“Well, what?”

“You so damn rude. Can you walk me out?”

Athena laughed. “You know the way. But I’ll be cordial this time, next time, remember how you got here.”

“See you ain’t got no manners. Wha’chou Mama teach you?”

“Leave my Mama out of this,” Athena snapped in a joking manner.

Athena caught Chris’ eyes glancing at her cleavage. Nothing she hadn’t experienced before however there was something behind Chris’ glance that made her uneasy. She pulled her sweater across her chest and showed newly acquired friend to the door.

“Okay, don’t forget to call me if you’re going. We can walk over there together,” Chris volunteered.

“Aw’ight. What time do you get off work?”

“Eight. So that leaves me just enough time to come home to shit, shower, and change.”

“Okay, I’ll give you a holla,” Athena said before she closed her apartment door.


The day wasn’t going as smoothly as Rico had wanted but it did move quickly as he anticipated. By nine thirty, the cashier had finished balancing her drawer, the sales floor was in tiptop shape, inventory sales had been tabulated, and the only thing left to do was to make sure the last employee punched out for the night.

After he set the store alarm, Rico reached for his Nextel on his hip to two-page his friend.

The phone chirped, letting him to announce, “Aye, where you at?”

“Over Marcy’s office. Where you wanna meet at?”

“Be up at Hoop City Grill in about a half,” Rico instructed.


Rico slid the phone back into the holster and locked the gated security wall and started toward the mall employee exit. His phone chirped once again.


“Let’s make that forty-five. I’m a little tied up.”

“Man, get yo’ nut and be there in a half. You can fuck your woman anytime,” Rico barked into the phone as he searched for his car keys in his pocket among his change.

Within twenty-five minutes, Rico and Jamal sat across from one another as if they were holding their own gangster meeting of the minds. Jamal being Rico’s friend since junior high school was busy checking out the females that circled the bar and pool tables.

“Damn! It’s some hoes in here tonight! Wonder whassup?”

“It must be some of poetry slam or something going on later on. I won’t be here that long,” Rico answered as he glanced around, unimpressed by what he saw.

“Shit, you won’t but I might have to stick around for the festivities,” Jamal bragged as his face contorted as he watched a young woman walk by.

“Whatever, nigga. Look, we need to strategize how we gon’ take over the eastside. It’s bangin’ over there and with Mark dumb ass out the way we shouldn’t have any trouble penetrating his domain. Do you know if he had any boys or a crew?”

“I’m not sure. He did have this one cat that did his dirt when he needed, some little punk named Evan.”

“Find out who is so we can have a sit down with him.”

“Aw’ight,” Jamal nodded.

“Also put your ear to ground and see if you can find out if there are any other spots in the area where we can set up shop without the neighbors calling the cops on our ass.”

“No doubt.”

“But for the most part, I need to know who his top guy was so we can bring him in our camp, if he’s worth it. Hopefully, he ain’t no wanna be balla who thinks that he can run the show now that his boss is out the pictures. That’s something I definitely don’t want to be bothered with. If that’s the case, then he’s going to give me some static.”

“Don’t worry about. I’m up on it,” Jamal answered as she watched a girl walked along side their table giving him the eye.

Rico shook his head and laughted. “Dawg, can you please take your mind off these bitches for two seconds?”

“Sorry, man, Temptation Island is a muthafucka.”

“Listen, I need you on this shit like yesterday. I mean don’t sleep on it. The more we don’t act, the harder isn’t going to be to get in where we fit in.”

“No doubt.” Jamal said still keeping his eyes affixed on the voluptuous cutie that took a seat at the table next to theirs.

“Aw’ight. I’m outta here,” Rico said before standing from his seat. “Go ‘head and put your mack down. Get at me tomorrow.”

“No doubt,” Jamal said as they both knocked fists together to symbolize their trust.


Brie sat on the sofa, holding the cordless phone, staring at the television but not really watching what was on. She glanced over at the coffee table and pondered what she was going to say when the lines were connected. Nonetheless, she couldn’t take the suspense. Brie dialed the number and waited for someone to answer.

“This is Brie. How are you doing?”

“I’d be much better if you told me where my brother is,” the voice replied in a snotty tone.

“Geez, a hello would have been nice Gertie. And why don’t you tell me why your good for nothing brother is hiding? He left me for someone else, I’m quite certain you were on cloud nine when you heard about it.”

“Funny, he never called me and told me that. You see my brother and I were tight and for him not to contact me in all this time I find it rather strange.”

“Ohhh, so that’s why the cops are all over my ass like bees to honey because you think I have something to do with him not calling your hateful ass.”

“No I think you have something to do with his disappearance.”

Brie bowed her head and snapped, “Gertrude, your brother left me penniless and with a daughter, what makes you think I wanted that?”

“I don’t what you did or how you did it, but I’m going to find out.” Gertrude hung up the phone leaving Brie listening to the dial tone.

Brie swallowed her salvia and slammed the phone down on the sofa. “That bitch is gonna fuck around and be eight feet under with her triflin’ ass brother if she keeps fuckin’ with me.”