Trials and Tribulations
By R.E.D.
Copyright 2011 R.E.D.
Smashwords Edition
Young Prince Butler, grew up to be King, of a criminal organization worth millions. Business was running smoothly until a misunderstanding provoked the wrath of the Colombian Cartel. When pride is tested, people die. And when players in the game get greedy, more people die.
King’s physical warfare is paralleled by his spiritual conflict. Which path will he choose? Those closest to him want him dead, but help is never far away. The scenes are so salacious that the characters are guaranteed to enrapture.
Genesis
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I was told as a child, that even though my mama was a crack hoe who didn’t give a shit about me there is one person who truly love me. It was my slogan growing up in southeast San Diego.
Prince was my government name and it fit me to the T. The nurse that watched my mama die while giving birth to me named me Prince. That same nurse treated me like royalty, until my eighteenth birthday, the night she died tragically.
Sadie was a good lady. She made a kid in the worse situation feel like I was in the best situation. The amazing thing about that is the only tool she used was love. She loved me like I was spit from her very own womb. An effort that some moms didn’t afford their own seeds. Ain’t life a bitch.
Sadie taught me everything I know. She was more like a big sis’ to me than a mama, we bonded on a sublime level. The things she told me were real, and I knew it was game by the way my peers reacted to it. They ate it up. I did everything but take notes when she spoke.
I know she wanted more for me out of life than what I turned out to be, but I’m happy and Sadie wanted that for me most. On my rise to power hustlin’ crumbs for the dope man she often dropped little hints of what she thought about it.
“Live by the sword, die by the sword,” was something I heard a lot. “Easy come, easy go,” was another one of her favorites. She didn’t hesitate to tell me how she felt, but she was determined to let me make my own mistakes and learn from ’em. The proverbs stopped when she realized I was stackin’ my ’ends and being a responsible young man. She saw that she made a difference in my life and I saw that I made a difference in hers. When you stop and open your eyes you see all God’s blessings in their splendor.
If Sadie could see me now she’d trip. Look at me, living in a mansion on a hill, a long ways from where I came. Huge pillars and majestic double doors on the mansion made it look like one of those grand churches used by the world’s richest preacher. So many different vehicles surround my spot at any given time that it looks like a car show on a daily basis. The tall security fence was just a precaution, power is what keeps me and mine safe. Besides, I was raised in the streets so I know what street niggas want. They want to eat. So I keep their stomachs full. That’s not to say some don’t have ambitions beyond the essentials, but I have a loaded SK for those greedy sons of bitches.
The inside of my flamboyant estate is plushed, every hoodlum’s dream. The Italian leather sofas, immaculate. Lamps and beautiful chandeliers custom made to my unique taste. Artwork trim the lavish coop highlighting my cultural origins. Gifts sent from homies trapped behind prison walls. The perfect touch to the spot nicknamed Sodom and Gomorrah for the freaky partys that occur nightly. Let me just say my crib is all that. On many occasions I’d wake up thinking I died and went to heaven. Not the heaven Christians imagine, but the one 2Pac often mentioned. Just in case I don’t make it to that eternal destination I’m enjoying my afterlife now in my very own thug mansion.
Things around here run pretty smoothly, but there’s always a little ruckus from time to time, nothin’ so serious that it threatens my livelihood though. That was before this latest drama with a major supplier which has me a bit worried. I haven’t heard from Rob or Champ who was suppose to recoup the dope the Samoans are waiting to purchase. Part of the money from the deal goes to the Colombians who, I do business with on a regular basis. Shit is real fucked up right now, no one is happy and everybody is asking questions.
When Robert first approached me with a business proposition I listened because he’s been doing dirt with me for years and has always kept it real. I like his get down, and I trust him, that’s sayin’ a lot in this game we hustle in. But I felt uneasy about the project from the beginning. I broke the first rule of my g-code, not following my first mind. I gave Rob the product he needed for the deal so he could start making a name for himself. Now I have a rep from the Colombian Cartel flying out here to have a sit-down. In all my years slangin’ dope I’m never to have a sit down because of me fumbling. I don’t fumble because in this sport when you do, the game is over.
I don’t think Jose Henajosa want to funk over a couple million dollars of pocket change, especially when they gross hundreds of millions from my organization on a yearly basis alone. But just in case, I have a small army of cut throat niggas on stand-by.
I was notified the moment the plane’s wheels touched down. I sent Rico and Cuba to meet the Colombians, due to the communication factor. The two were also amongst the grimiest on my A team, assassins of a new breed so I was well represented. They were given strict instructions to bring the Colombians to the compound which was located on the opposite side of town from the mansion. As a strategist I knew that the two structures were located in a perfect position for war.
I didn’t know this at the time but Rico took a quick detour to his sister’s spot. She texted him that she needed money for pampers, an innocent mistake Tina had no idea would turn out to be the worse decision of her life.
“They’re here,” Psycho, a soldier on my B team relayed.
“Buzz ’em in,” I grabbed my .45 and stuffed it inside the back my pants then walked out my office to greet Jose Henajosa’s reps. I assumed there would be about two or three to make the trip, but I was caught off guard when eight of ’em filed out the van. They couldn’t possibly outnumber us on my turf, but Jose was making a statement with a subtle show of numbers. What that statement was I didn’t know, but was bound to find out.
“Compadres, bien venido a mi casa,” I opened my arms and gestured to the building behind me. I couldn’t be accused of bad hospitality, rude muthafuckas die quick where I’m from.
The Colombian in charge walked up and gave me a firm handshake, “no need my friend I talk English very well,” his accent was thick and his words garbled. I could tell he learned my language by watching rerun sitcoms or syndicated soap operas. He had on a nice black suit that fit him awkwardly. His boots looked like they had only been dead a week which matched his hat that’s obviously been passed down from generation to generation. Then I noticed the way his suit jacket protruded, the same as the rest of his hombres.
“Ya’ll didn’t get their straps?” That was another rule of the g-code. If they plan on murdering me it won’t be with those guns.
Cuba and Rico looked at each other, “I thought he did it.”
I focused my attention back on the funny looking Colombian, “I’m King.”
“Francisco,” he pointed at himself then motioned to his henchmen. “Nico, Mario, Beto, Rodrigo, Tiguas, Pablo, and Guero,” all killers like the men on my team no doubt.
“I’m sorry amigos but you have to give me your guns, pistola por favor,” I nodded to Rico and Cuba to grab their burners. Before my men took a step in the Columbians direction every last paisa pulled out their straps quickly and drew down on us. The calm expressions no longer visible as their grimaces conveyed what was going through their minds. Rico and Cuba took a step back.
“No no my friend, no problemo. If we’re gonna talk business I need ya’ll to give up your pistols. You can have ’em back when you leave.”
The sharply dressed Colombians were stuck on standstill, trying to comprehend what I meant and the possible consequences behind it. “We cannot. I am, how do you say, not in power to,” Francisco shrugged his shoulders.
“I’ll call Jose because I can’t let you and your men inside my compound with guns,” I reached inside my pocket slowly. “Telefono. Don’t worry I’m just grabbin’ my cell,” ten pair of eyes watched my movement carefully. I grabbed the phone and pulled it out my pocket like it was attached to explosives. I dialed the infamous drug lord and explained the dilemma. Jose asked to speak to Francisco so I handed him the horn.
“Si… si… tres,” he scanned the compounds perimeter. “No… seis,” he told on himself with his eyes and he knew it when he locked on to mine. That was the moment I knew it would soon be crackin’ with the Colombian cartel.
“You have our full cooperation,” he handed the phone back and ordered his men to give up their guns. With ease and quickness info about the layout was forwarded over my phone to their head honcho. I felt like a fucking fool, my blood bubbled like lava.
“Put those in my office,” I flashed a fake smile and pretended I didn’t know what just went down. The expendable pawns had just crossed the line into my territory, “Okay amigos, follow me.” I led them throughout the compound on a grand tour. I showed them my artillery room that was located inside a specially designed bunker. Their eyes gleamed with fascination. I kept more straps and ammo on deck than a small country’s military. I had shit in that bunker that could blow a whole state off the map. They commented with ooos and aahhs.
I also allowed them to see my game room which is identical to the one at home inside Sodom and Gomorrah. War strategies dominated my collection. I wanted my team military minded at all times. Some of the paisas were content to stay there in simulated battle for their entire visit, that is until I showed them my fuck room.
They walked inside, the den of sin, speechless, their words reduced to mere groans and hisses. The red dim light shined, Rhythm and blues played in the background. The odor of pussy stimulated their senses. They heard a few of my soldiers that were on their break fuckin’ the shit out of the ladies on my crush crew. The Colombians squeezed their hard-ons for relief.
“Sasha, Bernice, Klarissa, we have guests.” Three of my baddest broads hurried out the back room butt-ass naked. Sasha, a long legged Bulgarian led the crew. She was slender with a gap between her legs that would make an incarcerated brotha cry. Behind her was Bernice, a thick ass Latina with the kind of hips that hypnotize. Then there was Klarissa an older German cougar with the prettiest and softest titties youd ever lay yo dick between. Sometimes I’d be content to titty-fuck her till I came all over her sexy German lips.
The paisas started to scream in high pitch voices. They circled the three women and swarmed ’em like a pack of wild hyenas. The alpha male of their group Francisco took first dibs and claimed Sasha by planting his face deep between her succulent thighs. Sasha swatted his cowboy hat onto the floor and sank her fingers into his thick black hair. Guero leaned in and grabbed one of her B cup titties and pushed his tongue inside her lipstick covered mouth. Sasha reached inside Guero’s pants and took a hold of his hard dick and squeezed tightly.
Klarissa gently stooped, grabbing Nico and Mario’s belt unbuckling both clasps simultaneously. She had their pants down and their dicks out in a split second. They rushed their penis’ into her mouth, she sucked and licked all over them hungrily. Both Mario and Nico squeezed her titties as they took turns fucking her mouth.
Beto turned Bernice around and pushed his thick cock inside her fat pussy, she leaned forward and excepted all of him. He thrusted wildly as she reached out to Rodrigo with an open mouth. He slid inside her wet, pouty mouth with ease, his deep growl told everyone that he had found something good.
One of my wives snuck up behind me and put her hands inside the front of my pants. She had been in a dark corner of the room fuckin’ T-baby, another member of my crime family and one of my oldest friends.
“Maebell?” I swiveled my head around quickly.
“How’d you know it was me baby?” She continued to dance over my dick with her nimble fingers.
“I know those hands anywhere. They’re why I married you,” I joked.
“Shut up,” she squeezed my dick playfully.
“What are you doin’ in here?”
“I was just about to ask you the same thing. When you told me that you’re takin’ care of business today I decided to finish last nights party and have some fun with T.”
“Then what are you doin’ with me?”
“I sensed that your dick was in need and decided to come to the rescue,” on that note she expose my fat, black python and stuffed it inside her mouth. T-Baby gave me a look on his way out, I thought nothin’ of it at that time.
I couldn’t resist Maebell’s lips around my dick so I relaxed, but kept a watchful eye on my guests. Francisco had moved to his back as Sasha grinded her wet, hairy cunt all over his face. She still had her fingers locked in his hair, multiple orgasms seized her body like a poltergeist. Guero jacked his dick off over her pretty face as he watched everyone around him lost in sexual pleasure.
Klarissa bent over and slobbered on Mario’s and Nico’s dick as they reclined in the loveseat against the wall. Tiquas had made his way behind her and eased his dick deep inside her asshole. Before Nico bust his nut all over Klarissa’s face he wanted to sample her juicy coochie. He sat on the floor and wiggled his way up under her. She sank down on his dick as Tiquas continued thrusting in and out of her butt. The three loaded dicks penetrated her aggressively.
Beto and Rodrigo switched positions on Bernice enjoying the voluptuous body that I myself took pleasure in many, many times before.
I scanned the entire room to make sure everyone was having fun when I saw the one they call Pablo squatting in a corner by himself. He didn’t have his dick out, and he didn’t look interested in the swing party granted to him before his final stroll down death row. My guess was that he was either suffering from erectile dysfunction or he was sweeter than Valerie’s peach koolaide pruno batch. Either way it was all bad.
Loud screams came from Sasha who was finally getting cock rammed inside her sweet, juicy pussy. Francisco and Guero faced each other, passing my slutty Bulgarian back and forth from dick to dick whenever one came close to ejaculating. She looked like she was bouncing up and down on a pogo stick, her long, brown hair thrashed in the air.
The whole room was captivated by the unique fuck fest. Sasha’s pussy juice was swapped between the two sweaty men as she slammed down hard on their laps. Come shot from my dick and gushed inside Maebell’s mouth, she drank every drop and continued lickin’ my shaft and balls. It really wasn’t my main reason for marrying the cum-junkie although her mouth put a trance on me something vicious. As amazing as her head game has been it still wasn’t enough to make me love her more than Valerie.
Bernice and Sasha competed like gladiators amongst the women who kept my family happy. Whether it was who could get the man, or woman, who looked the best, who could fight the best or fuck the best they were constantly at it. This episode was no different. Bernice hated the attention Sasha was getting and felt it was her duty to blow her out the water with a trick of her own. Bernice had Beto and Rodrigo stand in front of each other as she flung herself upside down in the air. One delayed response from either man would’ve sent Bernice’s thick ass tumbling to the hard, carpeted floor which is exactly what happened about nine months ago. I asked her why she kept trying the trick, she replied, “because Sasha can’t fuck with it.”
Jerry Rice would’ve been proud when the two paisas caught Bernice cleanly, no bobble. I’m sure Bernice was proud too, because if she would’ve fell she wouldn’t have heard the last of it. Fortunately for her she did a handstand successfully, her hands were positioned on their legs as her face hovered over their crotch area. She took hold of their hard dicks and began sucking and slurping deeply. Rodrigo and Beto were too busy enjoying the upside down blowjob that they didn’t realize there was a finale to the maneuver.
Bernice briefly took the sausages out her mouth, “eat me.” Her lower body twisted slightly giving Beto access to her tight, wet pussy. He pushed his face in it and sucked on it loudly. Rodrigo parted her ass cheeks and put his tongue between the soft flesh. The crowd of muthafuckas damn near applauded. I loved when she did that shit, it was like watching some cirque de solé shit in the ghetto. She was a natural.
I saw Sasha glaring at Bernice when my cell phone went off. It was Spook calling me from downstairs. He said it was urgent so I pulled my pants up and rushed out the door. I was down the stairs in two giant leaps.
“This muthafucka was snoopin around,” Spook had his gloc 17 pressed hard against Pablo’s dome. How in the hell did he get out the fuck room without me seeing him, I thought.
“Good shit Spook, I was slippin’ dawg,” I turned to find six half naked Colombians behind me with stupid looks on their faces. Tiquas was still upstairs fuckin’ the dog shit out of Klarissa.
“Que onda?” Francisco yelled, not liking the sight of his friend in such a helpless position.
“Your man was caught sneaking around my compound.”
“He must’ve been…”
“Haven’t I been hospitable? And this is how you get at me,” I looked around the crowded room for Rico. “Get their shit and get them the fuck out of here before somebody gets shot.” Rico rushed to my office to retrieve their guns.
The Colombians dressed and argued with each other in their native tongue.
“I don’t want to hear that shit,” I escorted them out the front door, my gun held tight against my thigh. “I’ll call Jose and holla at him about his this.”
Rico jumped in the driver’s seat as Cuba packed the Colombians inside the van. I instructed Rico to give the empty guns back and let them out at the airport. Jose had a private plane waiting to take them home. That plane and the sensitive info they learned never made it to Colombia.
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The summer of ’91, I thought I was ballin’ out of control. I had a spot, a whip, and money in my pocket. Shit, for a seventeen year old I was ballin,’ and the way everything else fell into place it felt like my birthright. Sadie made that happen for me. I use to thank her for negotiating my deal with God. She’d smile every time I said the words. The memory warmed my belly like Sadie’s cream of wheat back in the days. That’s what she’d get up to make me after she worked a sixteen hour shift. I’m telling you the lady was an Angel. I didn’t feel like that at the time though, when she was making me go to school. But I’m thankful now that I know what an education is worth. A dumb muthafucka could never run an empire the way I have. I remember the inception of my reign. I had just woke up, Freaky Frank called me and asked if I wanted to accompany him to Brazil. He use to talk using strange words but Frank had so much money that he could talk any way he wanted. I jumped at the chance to prove myself yet again, little did I know this was not a test. Frank was dying of AIDS and was ready to appoint a new boss, a secret that everyone knew about. I knew I didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell to run the criminal operation because Big Sed and Momo was next in line. They had been with Frank before I was even in the picture. So when I went to Brazil to meet Jose the drug lord Henajosa I had no idea what I was walking into.
The country was beautiful, full of life, strength, and blood. We visited São Paulo where the women were as sexy as sin. I had a hard time focusing on business until I realized the seriousness of the situation.
“Where we goin’ Frank?” I observed how the crowded beach thinned out and became straight up desolate as we slushed through it.
“I told you, to meet a friend of mine,” Frank was unusually quiet. I could see he had a lot on his mind.
“Everything alright?”
“Peachy,” Frank was breathing hard. A distance down the beach I could see armed men in a semicircle around a large bungalow that rested on stilts about ten yards into the ocean.
“What’s those black things in the water?” The layout was sick.
“Mines,” his legs gave out and he stumbled in the sand. I picked him up and carried him the rest of the way.
Frank looked me in the eyes and said, “you see, this is exactly why you get my business. You never treated me different, even after the HIV,” Frank put his head on my shoulder and cried like a baby.
“What?” I was fucked up by what he said. “The business is mine? What about Big Sed and Momo?”
“They know already. I made sure they’re taking care of, but they ain’t right to take over. Muscle is good but you need more finesse than anything. You have that.”
“But I ain’t even…”
“You’ll be eighteen tomorrow, happy birthday, and thank you for loving me unconditionally.”
“No, thank you Frank for trusting me and giving me the opportunity,” I had to fight to hold my tears in.
“It was your loyalty. I had nothing to do with it. You are no longer Prince, but a king. Love your people the way you loved me and you can’t go wrong. But beware of those that don’t love you back,” Frank closed his eyes for the last thirty meters. I wiped the tears from his face as one of the guards walked out to meet us.
“Mr. Henajosa is expecting you,” the Colombian gunman pointed his assault rifle in the direction of the bungalow. I stepped lightly not wanting to wake Frank just yet.
One of the guards ushered us up the plank steps to the extravagant beach house in the cut. The door opened and I stepped inside, the drug lord was barely visible. I understood why.
“We’re here Frank wake up,” I whispered into his ear.
“Can’t you see, he has left us young friend. Now it’s you who must carry on the legacy,” Jose Henajosa snorted a line of powder into his nose. “Frank was a good man. I hope you’re half as good,” his accent added to the intensity of the situation.
I looked at Frank’s face and gently lied him down on the floor of the bungalow, my tears refused to be kept at bay. I surrendered, covered my face, and bawled like a baby.
“I doubt one of my men would cry when I’m gone,” he must’ve tried to imagine the scene because he paused. “Let me know how much coca you need and it will be there.”
I woke up the next day heavy-hearted, but also excited at what the game had in store for me. I couldn’t get Frank off my mind and the way he died in my arms. I didn’t feel right celebrating my birthday, I’d rather have prepared myself for the huge task at hand. I hadn’t even told Sadie yet. She was suppose to come through later to give me a birthday present. Momo and Big Sed was coming by before that, there was a lot to discuss. I wanted to feel them out and see if they were going to be a problem.
The two overweight gangsters walked into my apartment with a mouth full of teeth and kind words which was very unusual because these were two heartless muthafuckas who’d slap the shit out of their own mamas if she got out of line. I expected a hint of animosity since Frank had literally stepped on their backs to hand me the keys to the empire. The song Backstabbers popped into my mind when these two hood niggas flashed me a façade. My sense of fear has saved my life on a gang of occasions so when it surfaced I recognized it and embraced it. I kept my burner so close that the ridges on it were embossed onto my skin.
“We know it’s yo b-day my nig so we want to take you out tonight,” Big Sed pulled his strap out and placed it on the arm of the couch. I thought they were going to murder me right there in my very own living room.
“Plus we gon’ celebrate the promotion,” Momo paced nervously. I knew somethin’ was up, but I couldn’t show weakness by killin’ these two niggas over a hunch. All eyes were on me at this particular point in time and I had to play it cool. The whole hood, the police department, and the crime syndicates around the way were paying close attention to the young nigga with the golden ticket.
My threat level dropped a bit when we made it out the apartment.
“You gon move into Frank’s spot or what?” The way Momo asked told me he wanted it for himself.
“Naw, that’s all you dawg. I got T-baby designin’ a boss ass mansion,” my excitement evoked a mean-mug from the thugs. Frank would’ve checked they ass, but I remembered what he told me about tact. So I let it roll off my back and didn’t trip, but I realized that I had a lot more drama on my plate than I first anticipated. I know shit was gon get hectic, and I haven’t even had control a full day yet.
Sadie taught me to listen more and talk less. I put that into effect on the car ride to God knows where, as I dissected their words and expressions like the anatomy of a frog in biology class.
“Where we goin’?”
“To the tailor to hook you up somethin’ proper for tonight.”
“Some G shit nigga.”
I wondered why they didn’t say anything about Frank. It was probably a touchy subject, one that would expose their true feelings. Too soon for that conversation I bet.
We arrived at the tailor’s spot and got suited and booted. I was ready for whatever. The world was my bitch now and I was only eighteen. I bought a bottle of yak and took it to the neck, it was time to celebrate. We got back in the burgandy lowrider and bounced.
“I hope ya’ll got some pussy lined up,” I was feelin’ myself. I wasn’t too faded though to notice Big Sed and Momo’s reaction to my statement.
“We got you dawg, don’t worry ’bout a thang,” Big Sed pulled into his driveway. “Come on in while I roll up some weed. We don’t have to be at the restaurant till seven so we have an hour to kill.” He slid out the car and trotted to the front door, Momo followed.
“I’ll be right there,” I sobered up when Big Sed mentioned the word kill. I pulled the .45 out my pants and double checked it, stuffing it back inside the top of my slacks so that I could grab it quickly. I grazed the .22 inside my ankle holster to reassure myself that I was straight. I got out the car and ran my hands down my new fit. My heart beat fast as I got closer to the door. It was dead quiet inside like death waited to greet me before I could enjoy my life. The darkness inside toyed with my paranoia. I pulled my gun out and barged into the house.
“Surprise!” The lights clicked on, but before I recognized the house full of people I pulled the trigger.
A loud voice erupted in front of me. My little partner Champ was on the floor bleeding from his shoulder.
“Damn homie you shot me!” a chunk of his shoulder cap lied on the floor next to him.
“My bad dawg. I…”
“Muthafucka,” a pistol was shoved against my cheek. A few real homies from the team reacted and drew down on the sexy thug with the soft voice.
I peeked out the corner of my eye at the beautiful, thick broad with long hair looking like she was mixed with black and Indian.
“Who the fuck are you?” I was intrigued, but at the same time mad as hell.
“Who the fuck are you?” She pushed the gun harder against my face reminding me who had the power.
“Kick back Valerie,” Champ got up from the floor. “Prince, meet my big sister.” He grabbed the .380 from her hand.
I put on a charming smile and extended my hand, “I didn’t even know Champ had a sister. Nice to meet you gorgeous. Call me King.”
She ignored me and walked to the front door, “Champ come on and let me take you to the hospital.” The back of her was just as tantalizing as the front. “Let a nigga shoot you and don’t even do nothing’,” she mumbled.
“Where you been hidin’ her?”
“She live up north,” Champ followed her out the door. “I’ll be back after I get this shit stitched up.
“Bring yo sister with you. Oh yeah, sorry about that homie,” I watched Valerie to see if she was feelin’ me like I was feelin’ her. She didn’t look back.
“I understand my nig’. Happy birthday and congrats on the other thing. Sorry about Frank.”
Someone pushed the door close. The music popped on and the party was crackin’. My homies hugged and congratulated me as they passed around bottles of liquor.
Big Sed approached me through the crowd, “Momo organized the party. Here’s my gift.” A pretty ass Latina with a booty as big as a camel’s hump appeared from behind him. She winked and gave me a sexy smile.
I wanted to see Sadie before I disappeared into the room, but she was nowhere to be found. “Have you seen Sadie?”
“Naw I been with you all day, but I know for a fact that she was invited. I’ll give her a ring, you go enjoy my gift. She got some screamin’ pussy.”
“Let me be the judge of that. Hey, let me know when Sadie gets here. Good lookin’ out for the party and the gift,” I grabbed the female’s hand and pierced through the crowd towards the back room wishing it was Champ’s sister that I was about to fuck.
The Cognac made its way through my system like a virus as I watched the señorita undress. I took my clothes off quickly, placing my pistols on the dresser close by.
“Damn! You got body girl,” my dick stood up against my stomach.
“How you want it?” She turned around and poked her ass out slightly as she glanced at me over her shoulder.
“Right here,” I nudged her to the floor on her butt, her back rested against the side of the bed. I leaned over her and tilted her head back easing my swollen dick inside her open mouth.
“Ummm,” she caressed my nut sack as my dick slid in and out of her throat.
“Oh yeah suck this dick baby,” I watched her pretty lips slide all over my cock. I pulled it out and sat my huge balls inside her mouth, she slurped on them gently.
“Mmm, you taste so good.”
I raised my nuts from her jaws, “bend over the bed.” She got up and lied face down at the foot of the bed, her big, brown ass wiggled on the corner of the mattress. Her pussy lips parted as the moisture tempted me to taste her. I put my face between the crack of her ass and licked her juices into my mouth. She moaned and spread her legs wider. I darted my tongue deep inside her pussy. My dick throbbed in my hand. I stood up and squeezed on her pretty ass, the softness of it was irresistible so I eased my dick into her anus. Her sigh told me that she was pleased.
I pinched her ass cheeks apart as I rammed my dick deep inside her bowels. She reached under her legs and rubbed my balls.
“Hell yeah, fuck my ass hard,” She bit down on the pillow as I grabbed her hips and plunged balls deep into her brown-eye slowly. I banged her body into the mattress as it bounced back up to meet my punishing strokes. She just begged for more as her ass stretched open to accept me.
I couldn’t, and didn’t want to hold back any longer, “I’m coming in yo tight ass.” Her wrinkled hole milked my dick as I squirted a cup of hot semen down her small intestine.
She spinned around with the quickness and caught some of my come inside her mouth. She sucked and licked my dick completely not allowing the hardness to slip through her fingers. She cleaned it thoroughly with her tongue.
“Lay back,” I climbed on the bed between her thick juicy thighs and shoved my thick dick inside her hot cunt. Her wet, meaty folds squeezed my dick tightly, caressing it.
I leaned in pinning her legs back under my arms and lunged my hips forward as hard as I could. Her coochie smacked loudly as I fucked her fast with powerful bursts of strength. “You feel amazing… Damn. Turn over,” I kneeled behind her thrusting my penis deep in that pussy. I slammed inside her again and again watching while her booty jiggled inside my hands.
“You are so deep! If feels so good, oh papi yes,” She reached under her legs and fingered her clit quickly. “Oh shit, I’m comin’ yes papi this pussy is comin’ all over that big dick,” she collapsed on her stomach. I climbed back on that ass and stuck my dick back inside her silky pussy. Her juices made her slippery coochie even better. I dug my toes into the blanket and rammed deeper.
She screamed loudly and shook as another orgasm possessed her body. “Put it back in my ass, please papi now.”
I pulled my wet dick from her juicy pussy and crammed it inside her asshole. I fucked her hard and fast, my breathing became heavy as fatigue and desire battled. Deep grunts leapt from my throat as sweat poured off my body onto hers. Suddenly I snatched my big, dick from her butt hole as thick milky cream oozed between her ass crack. I lied on her back and smeared my come all over her big booty. Her ass felt so soft that I pushed my cock back inside it as we both lied there trying to catch our breath.
“You want a job?” I needed women with her skills on my team.
“Sure, that was amazing papi,” she panted as my dick slipped out her asshole.
“Stay here baby I want some more of that. I need to check on somethin’ real quick,” I got dressed and left the room.
I walked through the house looking for Sadie, but she was mysteriously absent. My heart skipped a beat. I got a frightening feeling that something was wrong. I looked into the backyard and saw Big Sed on the hammock getting his dick sucked by a ugly hoodrat.
I ran towards him in anger, “did you call her? What happened? Are you sure you told her about the party?”
“Hold up homie, you gettin’ at a nigga way foul. We told her about the party and I just called… no answer. I ain’t in the mood foe…”
I blocked out whatever the fuck he said after that and dialed her number.
“Hello,” when I heard his voice I dropped to my knees. The coroner proceeded to tell me that Sadie was hit by a drunk driver as she walked to her car in her driveway.
I rushed to the hospital, I had to see her. I never shed so many tears at one time in my life. I walked the hospital halls like a zombie. I was devastated, the woman who loved me unconditionally was gone. I collapsed into a chair next to a flower bed and cried some more, the palms of my hands were my only comfort.
“I thought you’d still be at the party with one of those bitches you selfish bastard,” her voice was music to my ears like Jill Scott’s vocal cords. But her words cut me deep. I was too sad to feel embarrassed, looking up with my face covered in tears. “The woman that’s been a mother to me for the last eighteen years was just killed.” For every tear I wiped away three more spilled out.
“Damn. Sorry,” Valerie sat next to me and put her arm over my shoulder. We stayed there in that position for hours as I shared with her what a remarkable woman Sadie was. That was the first time anyone has seen that side of me and it felt good to be embraced afterwards.
The days that followed Sadie’s death were really hard for the people around me because I acted like my heart was ripped from my chest. Valerie wasn’t fooled though, she saw what I looked like on the inside. And I knew what type of woman she was when she kept it a secret.
Out of the blue I got a call from officer Weatherly, “we found him. His name is Armondo Valenzuela, he’s the father of…”
“I don’t want to hear all that,” its’ not that it bothered me, but he was wasting time, and time is money.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Kill his ass!”
“It’s done.”
“Anything else?”
“Yeah, there is something I wanted to mention. I don’t know if it means anything but a snake was found crawling over Sadie’s dead body when the EMT’s got there.”
“Probably a garden snake,” those were common in that area. I use to play with ’em growing up.
“Actually it was some class of viper. If I understood him right that particular species is found exclusively in South America.”
“The second Armondo Valenzuela is dead find out about that snake for me. I need to know what the fuck is goin’ on.”
The ring of my cell phone tore me away from my flashback.
“Hello?” Sadie’s death was fresh on my mind.
“King, it’s me Robert. Everything got all fucked up.”
Conspiracy
_______________________
King was glad to hear his homie’s voice.
“Where you at? I thought you and Champ were a rap.”
“I ain’t, but Champ is. That shit was crazy, like we walked into a warzone,” Robert looked around the enclosure where he was being held captive. He thought about his wife, Paola, and wondered if he’d ever see her again.
“Damn, and I sent him out there, Val gon’ trip. What happened? Where you at?” King slid the holster over his shoulder and pulled on his shoes.
“I don’t know, some muthafuckas in masks kidnapped us and got us locked up in a cage somewhere. Looks like a private residence, the owner must’ve kept some kind of animals here.”
“What the fuck is goin’ on? A cage?”
“Like an enclosure. There’s three people here with me. Wrong place, wrong time I guess. Champ is probably in the morgue by now.”
“Who would do some stupid shit like that? And why?” As soon as the words took shape inside his mouth he knew the answer.
“Money. They got the dope. They let me use the phone, told me to call you if I want to get bailed out. I don’t know who these muthafuckas are.”
“They knew my name?”
“Yep. They also knew about the cocaine inside the sex toys.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah, I know, somebody you do business with.”
“So this is how they get at me …? They think a muthafucka soft? I’ll show ’em soft. How much money they want?”
“They didn’t say, just told me to call you,” Robert didn’t sound optimistic. “Can you send someone to check on Paola?”
“I got you. And I’ll find a way to get you out of there, but whoever it is that’s got you are already three moves ahead of me. Start off by tellin’ me everything you saw and heard. I’m gon make them bitches regret this shit.”
* * *
The Past
Las Vegas strip, perfect place to be. Lots of people and video cameras, and I get to spend all my money and have a fiesta. Armondo Valenzuela swirled the last corner of tequila on rocks inside the glass. He put another one hundred dollar bill on the blackjack table, the large amount of chips he had were dispersed around the casino at various table games he enjoyed playing. Bad luck pissed on his parade, but Armondo just threw away his money quicker.
“Muy bonita señorita, bring me another drink por favor. This is for you,” he stuffed a fifty dollar bill into the waitress’ cleavage. “And this is if you join me upstairs in my suite,” he flashed her a fat wad of dinero, her eyes bulged like a blowfish. She jitterbugged through the crowd towards the bar rushing his drink back before he lost anymore of the money she planned to play him out of.
“Don’t worry, you can win wit me baby,” She tried to hurry him to the elevator spilling his drink down his arm. He slurred a response that wasn’t understandable. His drunken speech was music to her ears.
After swiping half of the doors on the top floor of the hotel Armondo stumbled inside the presidential suite, slot machine sounds rang inside Mya’s mind.
“Let’s get those pants off,” she guided him to the bed and kneeled in front of him, her knees still tender from her last romp on a hotel room floor. The money stack inside his front pocket eased gently down his thigh to his ankle. She tried to snatch his trousers off quickly like the tablecloth trick using a handful of his cuffs, but just as he felt his cash leaving him he reached down and recovered it.
“No no no… Not today,” Armondo’s smile couldn’t be scraped off. He clutched the stack of bills firmly.
Mya knew this was going to be harder than she thought, she was going to have to get her hands dirty. She reached up inside his boxers sliding her fingers around his limp dick and started stroking it.
“Yes, yes muy bueno. Now suck it.”
Mya looked at the crooked cock awkwardly as she caressed it between her fingers. She always thought dicks were ugly, but she did love the way they felt inside her. She wasn’t crazy about putting them in her mouth though. Life dealt her a fucked up hand. A weak person would’ve blew their brains out a long time ago, but not Mya, she decided to make lemon margaritas with her fruit.
She eased between Armondo’s legs closer to the erect organ. The frown on her face said it all. She glanced at the bank roll inside his fist and took a deep breath. Her fingers continued to work their magic on his cock. She whispered the words she’s been repeating for years, “this is the last time.”
Mya pulled her pretty brown titties out and leaned in. She guided Armondo’s dick between her cleavage pressing her lovely tits tightly together.
“Chupala!” He yelled. “Suck it!”
Her prayers were answered, but not how she hoped. A bullet pierced the back of her brain like jello and entered the drunk’s stomach at the same velocity. Three more bullets splashed into his face before he had time to curse his fucked up luck.
The killer grabbed the money and walked out the hotel room and down the hall.
* * *
The Present
Bruiser scoped out his baby’s mama’s house from down the street. A normal routine now that they were fuckin’ again. He hoped Tina’s boyfriend had left for work at the mansion, he had watch duty tonight. Bruiser checked the schedule and saw Scrappy’s name. Scrappy was a B team soldier, secondary to Bruiser who’s been on King’s A team a little under five years now. Scrappy however was the man of Tina’s household which gave him virtual power over the short-tempered bodybuilder. That made Bruiser mad enough to creep down Santa Margarita street to seduce his baby’s mama one night. That one night turned into many.
Scrappy acted like he didn’t suspect anything, but Bruiser made it a point to insinuate something secretive was going on behind the scene. Bruiser had Scrappy fucked up if he thought he was going to fuck his woman and intimidate him.
He may have been on the B team, but he was as rowdy as anyone on the A team. King gave Scrappy his respect and the opportunity to make more money which also meant more time away from the house. Bruiser took full advantage of Scrappy’s absence, but got a little sloppy when he played the intellectual for a dummy.
The garage opened slowly, seconds later the chocolate candy painted Benz pulled out into the driveway and stopped. Bruiser leaned into the passenger seat as the garage leveled back down. Scrappy drove down the street as usual, out of Bruiser’s sight then parked and got out. He walked back down the street the way he came, his .44 tucked discreetly inside his pants.
He looked inside Bruiser’s creep mobile and saw a pair of num chucks on the passenger seat. A signature that gave Bruiser a reputation that made him feared. After watching a Kung Fu movie in his adolescence he began learning how to sling the two sticks held together by a piece of chain. It took years but he mastered the art and everyone knew not to fuck with Bruiser who was known to kill a muthafucka with those sticks.
Scrappy was conscious of Bruiser’s skills, but he didn’t give a fuck. There was no way in hell sticks could ever fade hot bullets out the chamber of his .44 caliber. He continued towards the house with scenarios of the confrontation playin’ inside his mind. He walked to the side of the house where his bedroom window was and looked inside. He left a small crease in the curtain so he could see what was going on when he came back.
It was no surprise when he saw Bruiser’s head between Tina’s legs sucking on her beautiful, Puerto Rican pussy. He could hear her uttering nasty words in her sexy ass accent. She grabbed Bruiser’s huge head and fucked his mouth slowly. Bruiser pushed her onto her side and licked her entire crack from front to back. She ended up on her stomach with her pretty ass in the air. Bruiser pushed his tongue inside her butt as she thrusted backwards uncontrollably. He slapped her cheeks the way she loved and stoked her clitoris with his two fingers, his thumb penetrated her tight pussy gently. Thick streams of juice oozed down his wrist as Tina begged for her baby’s daddy’s dick.
As much as the scene made Scrappy want to fuck he couldn’t take no more. He strolled around to the front door and walked inside. The two had just started fuckin’ when Scrappy kicked through the bedroom door. He pulled his gun out and aimed it at Tina and Bruiser’s naked bodies. Tina screamed.
“Put the gun down busta ass nigga, you ain’t gon shoot nobody,” Bruiser puffed up his chest and stared Scrappy in his eyes. His num chucks were inside the car, but he was still packing his .38 snub nose. The only problem was that the burner was inside his pants pocket and those pants were on the floor in front of Scrappy.
Scrappy wanted to squeeze the trigger and fill Tina and Bruiser’s bare body full of bullets, but he knew in essence he’d only be killing himself. He lowered the gun, “this is how you treat a nigga that’s good to you huh? He the same muthafucka you caught fuckin’ a bitch you knew.” He turned his back and stepped in front of the dresser and began removing his clothes from it. “I shoulda known. You bitches always talkin’ ’bout how you never meet good men…” He vented as he snatched clothes from the drawers.
Bruiser eased to the bottom of the bed and stretched his foot out towards his pants.
“… You don’t know how to treat a good man when one comes into your life. ’Ol chicken head deserve just what you get,” Scrappy saw Bruiser through the mirror sliding his pants closer. He continued his rant, “got me raisin’ another nigga’s child.”
The words lit Bruiser’s fuse, “nigga what?” He reached inside his pants pocket and grabbed the butt of the strap. As he turned his head in Scrappy’s direction he felt the young brawler’s knuckles slam into the side of the face. Bruiser’s huge frame crashed to the floor hard. He squeezed off two shots randomly, but before he could aim the weapon Scrappy was standing over him with the .44 pressed against his nose.
“I don’t want to but I’ll kill yo ass before I let you kill me.”
Tina was screaming over the phone to her brother as Bruiser and Scrappy’s deep breathing harmonized together. Bruiser’s arm twitched involuntarily.
“Move one mo’ time and I promise to blow a hole through this muthafucka so big that if you live you’ll have to eat through yo nose,” Scrappy’s hand trembled nervously. Bruiser held every nerve inside his body in check.
It took Rico all but seven minutes to get there. He ran inside the bedroom like a red eyed bull, “what the fuck ya’ll doin’ in my sister’s house with all his bullshit foe?” Rico was face to face with Scrappy.
“This fool been fuckin’ Tina behind my back,” Scrappy still had his pistol pressed against Bruiser’s nose.
“She’s his babymama! And Bruiser, how you gon bring all his drama to the place yo daughter lay her head? You in violation! You don’t come through to check on Tia. You ain’t supportin’ her, me and Scrappy do that.”
“That’s why I’m heated,” Scrappy yelled.
“And you, Lisa, causin’ all this bullshit around yo daughter. I’m takin’ Tia wit me,” Rico tried to walk out the bedroom, but Tina was pulling him back by his shirt.
“No Rico please, I’m sorry,” she fell to the floor when Rico snatched away from her. She jumped up and followed him into Tia’s bedroom, Scrappy and Bruiser trailed them.
Rico stared into an empty bed, “where’s Tia?”
“She must be in the bathroom. Tia baby? Mija?” The look on Tina’s face was blemished with panic as she ran through the house horrified. “No God please don’t! Where’s my baby? My baby lord.” Tina ran outside. “Tia! Tia you out here? Tia! Somebody find my baby.” She screamed at the top of her lungs waking the entire neighborhood. Within minutes there was a full blown search party for baby Tia.
King showed up and pulled Rico to the side, ”got some bad news dawg. A call came in about ten minutes ago, say they got Tia.”
“Who? What do they want?”
“I don’t know who it is and they didn’t say.”
“Think it’s real?”
“Yeah, it’s real. No one’s gon call my phone with some serious shit like this ’less it’s real,” King saw the devastation in Rico’s eyes. “We’ll find who did this and get Tia back, that’s my word.”
“Rico had no words on the subject, but the look in his eyes said it all. He gave his homeboy a hug and walked away to inform his sister the bad news.
Days passed by without any word about baby Tia, then officer Weatherly popped up outside the gate of the mansion dressed in uniform. This was his signal for official police business. Lee let him inside like he’s done many times before. Weatherly parked the squad car close to the walkway that led to the giant double doors. King waited on him inside the doorway anxious to know what his unexpected visit was about. They met regularly once a week on Monday mornings to discuss business, but today is Friday.
“What it do Weatherly? Lose your Blackberry or what?”
“I apologize for stopping by unannounced, but…
“But what?” King made sure to keep all pigs on his payroll on a constant backpedal. He knew that if he was just a regular ’ol street thug they’d do the same to him, and more.
“I knew you’d want to see these immediately,” he handed King the manila envelope he had tucked securely under his right bicep like a football. “My captain doesn’t want this to get out, the community already has enough to deal with.”
King’s heart shot out the starting gate like race horses. The community had enough to deal with, and so did he. He thought about hiring an assistant to deal with all the bullshit that made him want to retire from the game. He opened the envelope and pulled out the pictures. They were of baby Tia cut up in five big pieces. His fingers locked up and his heart sank as the photos fell to the floor.
“Damn, those muthafuckas. Who did this?” King turned his head, he didn’t want to look at the pictures. He had seen enough.
Weatherly bent down and picked up the photos from the floor. He pulled one from the back almost like he memorized the selection and handed it to the king. King grabbed it like a child forced to drink cough syrup. He finally looked at it and fell back in his chair. Memories of the past swooped down like a vulture and carried him to a land of bitter emotions, “Serpente.”
A photo of baby Tia’s gut sliced open with a pit viper slithering through her abdomen slipped out of King’s fingers and wafted gently to the floor.
* * *
The Past
I’ve attended many funerals in my life, but Sadie’s was the most difficult one of all. I remember looking down at her face with a remorseful reflection, the time I wasted could’ve been spent by her side. The tears that ran down my face was worn like a badge of honor. That night I dreamt of Sadie. She stood next to me at the pearly gates of heaven. She had a medium sized red box in her hand patiently waiting as I knocked at the large gate.
An angel flew out of heaven and hovered above us, “the great wizard isn’t allowing anyone else inside.” A large golden key dangled around her neck.
“What do you mean he’s not allowing anyone else inside? She has to get in,” I said.
“Why?” The angel asked emotionless.
“Because there’s nowhere else for her to go.”
“Yes there is,” the angel pointed behind us to an escalator that moved downward through the clouds. A long line of people holding black and brown boxes descended with pitiful expressions on their faces.
Sadie couldn’t speak, but her facial features told me not to let her go down that escalator.
“Please let me talk to the wizard. Sadie should be allowed in if anyone is, she was a really good person. Just let me explain,” I pleaded, feeling actual tears trickle down the side of my face.
“I said no, and no means…”
“I got money, lots of it. Please let me pay you, whatever you want, whatever it takes,” I was determined.
The clouds shook and the pearly gates rocked as a loud laugh burst out of nowhere, “I have no need for money, but there is something you can give me.”
“For Sadie I will… “
“Change your life and stop doing what you’re doing, it’s killing my children.”
I agreed hastily and the gates opened with a swish. Sadie hugged me and the angel swooped in and took her by the hand, “You won’t be needing that.” The red box fell on the cloud and slowly sank through it like quicksand. That’s about the time I noticed myself sinking too. I tried to grip the white, fluffy matter but it dissolved inside my hand. I tumbled through the sky out of control, the red box free fell along side of me. The wind pulled at the lid snatching it open and a beating heart jumped out. I woke up covered in sweat, Valerie rushed to the bathroom and turned the shower on.
“A nightmare?” She asked.
“God wouldn’t let Sadie in heaven.”
“Awww baby it was just a dream,” Val pulled me off the bed toward the bathroom.
“I had to promise. I’d get out the game,” I forced a laughed. The dream worried me for a little while, but like everything else it passed and I continued business as usual. I would occasionally remember my promise, telling myself that it was only a dream. The heart inside the red box would cross my mind also, but I couldn’t figure out the significance behind it.
One day while discussing the dream with Val she told me about a friend of hers that took a class on dream interpretation.