Chapter 25
Lisa walked down the hallway toward Naomi’s room. It was quiet, so Lisa knew that Naomi was either playing in Lisa’s makeup or she was asleep. She slowly opened the door to see Naomi fast asleep, dressed in one of her new outfits with her backpack on. Lisa laughed at how adorable she looked, and ran to her room, grabbed the phone, and snapped a couple of pictures.
“This will come in handy in a few years,” Lisa said to herself. She placed the phone in her pocket and began pulling off Naomi’s shoes and removing the backpack. As she placed it on the bed, she noticed a cell phone on the side of the backpack. She pulled it out, and swiped the screen. The wallpaper on the phone was a picture of Naomi and Ralphy. Lisa turned the phone over.
“Galaxy 4?” she whispered to herself. She looked at the photo again; it appeared that they were at an amusement park, but it wasn’t the local one. Ralphy was standing behind Naomi smiling and pointing to the camera. Seeing the two of them together brought up memories of the three of them. She sighed and undressed Naomi down to a T-shirt and panties. She pulled the covers up over her and kissed her cheek.
Before turning out the light, she noticed a laptop at the foot of Naomi’s bed. He had really taken Naomi on a shopping spree. “What did you do, Lisa?” she asked herself as she watched Naomi sleep.
Every day, Lisa kicked herself for tearing her family apart. She hated sleeping alone, her heart ached for her husband, and at times the pain was so intense she had actually thought about suicide. Naomi’s face would enter her mind, and save her from committing something so stupid.
She looked at Naomi’s phone. She wanted to put it down, but curiosity took over. She swiped through the pictures on the phone. Ralphy and Naomi smiled at her from each one. She went to contacts and saw Ralphy’s phone number under My Daddy in Naomi’s contact list. She stared at the number with her finger hovering over the call icon. She thought better of it. After all, what would she say to him? He would probably hang up as soon as he heard her voice anyway.
She lay back on the bed with Naomi and took a photo of the two of them. She attached it to a text message and typed, I miss my family. She hit send and then cuddled up with her daughter for the night.
* * *
Darious parked his Charger on the street, a few houses down from Tammy’s due to the orange cones and blue flags in front of her house. The city was working on the water line, and the asphalt had been torn up. He began walking toward her house, not paying much attention to the two hooded men standing at the stop sign smoking. He pulled his cell phone out and called Tammy to let her know he was outside. Tammy told him she would be heading downstairs to open the door for him. When he got to her building, he called again, to let her know that he was outside.
Darious was oblivious to the two hooded men. Outlaw and his boy, Ratchet, had been waiting all day to see if anybody showed up at Chris’s house. Outlaw recognized the white Charger from when Tammy had dropped the kids off at his mama’s house a few times.
“You ready, li’l nigga?” Outlaw asked, pulling out a black Glock 9 mm.
Ratchet reached in his waist and pulled out his back automatic .45 and cocked a bullet in the chamber. Neither one of the men said another word as they both proceeded to walk toward Tammy’s house with their guns out.
As Darious approached Tammy’s house, he noticed the men walking quickly toward him with guns drawn. His heart began to pound; he couldn’t see the men’s faces, but he could clearly see their guns. He froze at the front door, bracing himself for what was to come. He held his breath as they got closer. He felt the wind on his back as Tammy opened the door, but he didn’t look away from the approaching guns.
* * *
Lamar rolled the cock ring to the base of his dick, and then stuffed it in his G-string. He looked at himself from the side and was satisfied with his member’s appearance. The harder and bigger the bulge, the bigger the tips.
“Yo, you’re up,” Chip, the manager of the club, walked in and told Lamar.
Lamar put the rest of his outfit on and headed for the stage. It was ladies’ night, so he didn’t have to drink alcohol the way he had to in order to perform in front of the gay community. He was on a natural high and his game face was on.
Lamar stood behind the curtain, waiting for the MC to introduce him. He popped his neck and stretched. After a few moments, he realized that it was quiet on the other side of the curtain. He peeked out and noticed the silhouette of a woman sitting in the chair on the stage, but he couldn’t make out the face from where he was standing. He looked out in the club, and no one was there: no servers, security, or DJ. He walked closer to the woman in the chair, and realized it was Kim. Lamar laughed and exhaled.
Kim knew the owner of the club, and she had decided to call in a favor. Her law firm had represented the owner, Moose, in a tax evasion case. She had put together the motions needed to get his case dismissed. When she called him, he didn’t hesitate to oblige her request to give her the club for the first thirty minutes.
“What you doing, Kim?” Lamar asked, looking out into the empty club.
“I came to see you dance,” she said seductively, tossing twenty dollar bills at him.
“How am I going to dance without any music?”
Kim raised her hand, and Lil Wayne’s “Lollipop” song rushed through the speakers. Lamar looked at Kim as she uncrossed and crossed her legs.
“Dance; entertain me,” Kim said as she let the twenties flow from her hands. She had a few stacks, and showering Lamar with them was nothing. Lamar moved around her like a panther on a prowl. He had to admit dancing for her like this was making his dick even harder. He leaned down to kiss her, and Kim raised her hand. She moved away from his lips and stuffed a few more twenties in his G-string, then pushed him back. She stood up, pressed her breasts against his chest, and looked into his eyes.
“Eventually, Lamar, you will have to make a choice, and you will need to do it sooner rather than later,” Kim said, tracing his lips. “You see, I’m a woman who can do this,” Kim said, pointing to the empty club. “I’m about my business, but if you like fucking little girls in a hospital room bathroom, to each his own. Get your shit together and do it quickly. So by the time you get off tonight, you need to have made a decision, or I will make it for you.”
Kim walked off the stage, leaving a trail of twenties behind her.
Lamar watched her disappear into the darkness. The doors of the club opened, and women began to fill the club. Lamar stood center stage with a hard dick, and a lot to think about.