Chapter 12

 

After a long drive, Smooth finally reached New York and went straight to Jefe’s house. Pulling up to the gate, a guard came out.

“Hey there. Smooth, right?” the guard asked.

“Yep, that’s me!” Smooth replied.

Smooth drove up the long driveway until he reached the house. It was so big. Smooth was amazed every time by its size.

Smooth got out of the car, walked to the back, popped the trunk, and got the moneybag out. He headed up the steps where he was met by two more guards.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” Smooth acknowledged.

“Yep,” one said.

“Good day to you,” the other said.

He was then escorted into the library as usual. Normally he waited until Jefe sent another guard to escort him, but this time he was amazed to see Jefe sitting there, reading a book.

“Hello, my friend,” Jefe said.

“Hey Jefe!” Smooth answered.

Smooth walked over to where Jefe was sitting.

“Have a seat, my friend.”

Smooth sat down.

“So, are you getting your usual 30?” Jefe asked.

“Yep.”

“Raul!” Jefe yelled.

A moment later, Raul popped up. Jefe said something in Spanish. Raul picked up the moneybag and disappeared.

“So, did you read the book I gave you?” Jefe inquired.

“Nah . . . haven’t had the time. But I promise I’ll read it before I come back to re-up.”

“I’ll hold you to that, my friend.”

“How is China?”

“Good for now.”

“Tell her I said hello.”

“I will.”

Raul returned and said something to Jefe.

“Well, everything’s good, Smooth. I will see you next time.”

“All right. Later,” Smooth replied. As he walked out the door, he was met by the two security guards and escorted to his car. As he left Jefe’s home, he headed for the closet hotel. He was too tired to drive and needed sleep. He stopped at the Holiday Inn, got a room, and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

* * *

Rebecca woke up the next day with a bit of a hangover. She got up and walked to the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet, and grabbed a bottle of Motrin. She opened it and took three of them, and then took a shower. After the shower, she dressed and headed to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.

“Hey there, buddy!” she said, as she petted Zorro. “Come on, let’s go outside,” she yelled, thinking the coffee would be done when they went back inside.

Once outside, Zorro led the way, smelling everything in sight and then pissing. After 10 minutes, Rebecca pulled the leash.

“Come on, boy. Time to go in and get coffee,” Rebecca said, leading Zorro.

Once inside the elevator, she pushed the button for her floor. When the door opened, she was pleasantly surprised to see her brother knocking on her door and holding a bag of Dunkin Donuts.

“Hey there, handsome. You looking for a good time?” she laughed.

“Well yeah, donuts and coffee!” he said.

“I already got the coffee going and you got the donuts. So we good to go!” Rebecca said, as she unlocked the door. Zorro bounced all over the place, trying to get Spencer’s attention. Finally, Spencer pet him, as his tail went wagging 100 miles an hour.

“So, how do feel this morning?” Spencer asked.

“I woke up with a splitting headache. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a hangover. I did five years with nothing to drink, and since I’ve been out, I’ve only had maybe two glasses at a time. I should have known better not to drink so much, especially since I’m pregnant now.”

“Glad I’m not pregnant, ‘cause I’d go crazy without my beer and whiskey,” he laughed.

“Yeah, well, I’m glad you’re not pregnant, too. I need to make an appointment with a doctor to get an ultrasound. And to make sure everything’s okay.”

“Still can’t believe I’m gonna be an uncle. You know I’m gonna spoil him rotten.”

“Hell, I’m gonna spoil him, too.”

“I can’t get over you being a 26-year-old woman and not the 16-year-old girl I remember.”

“Well, how do ya think I am? You’re so grown up!”

“Guess we’ll get used to it,” Spencer laughed, while eating a donut.

Rebecca nibbled on a donut while she sipped her coffee.

“Ya know, I feel happy knowing I’m gonna be a mother, but some part of me is nervous and scared. Am I ready to be a mother? Will I be a good mother? It’s got me going crazy.”

“Sis, just relax. You’re going to be a great mother,” he said.

* * *

Working the corner was a good idea, Ham thought. He felt like a boss with all the crackheads begging him for a blessing.

“Dawg! I got $18, let me get a 20 piece,” one of the crackheads asked him.

“Nah, bring me $20, and I’ll give you a 20, simple!”

“I’ll give you the rest when I get my check on the first.”

“Man, get to stepping. You’re holding up the line.”

As the guy walked away, a beautiful, young girl came up to him.

“What’s up, ma?” he asked.

“I need something. I only got $9 though.”

Damn, this woman is too beautiful to be a crackhead, he thought.

“I can give you head, if that’s what you want.”

“Nah, I don’t want head. I want that pussy!” Ham said.

“Okay, let’s go down in the stairway to get some privacy.”

“Lead the way!” Ham said, following her.

Damn, he couldn’t believe his luck. She was so beautiful.

“Alright, this should be good enough,” she said.

She got on her knees and started to undo his belt. He grabbed his gun so it didn’t fall to the ground. Once his pants were around his ankles, she started to stroke his already hard cock.

“Go ahead! Suck this dick!”

She put it in her mouth and started to suck it. With his eyes stuck on her, Ham didn’t see the guy walk up next to them until it was too late.

“You know what time it is, nigga? Empty your pockets,” the man said, and he walked up on them.

“Damn, what the hell took you so long? One more minute and I would have had to fuck him,” she said.

Realizing this was a setup, Ham grabbed the girl and put his gun to her head while they were talking.

“Yeah, drop the gun, nigga. Better yet . . . die!” Ham yelled, as he shot the guy twice in the chest.

“Now, get naked, bitch!” he told her. “Good, now bend over,” he continued, while stroking his cock and getting it hard again. “Bend over more!”

Ham got up behind her and slid his cock up inside her in one fast move, causing her to cry out.

“Aggghh . . . please don’t do this!” she begged.

“Shut up, bitch, and take this dick!” Ham demanded, as he slid in and out hard and fast. She cried out every time he slid in hard.

“You know you want this, bitch!” he said, as he slammed in again. Feeling himself about to cum, he sped up and slammed his cock into her hot tight pussy.

“Uggg. Here I cum bitch!” he said, as he came deep inside her.

After pulling out, he put his Glock to her head and blew it off. Heading back to the corner, he thought to himself that he was lucky he was at the corner where he was. Anywhere else, the neighbors would have called the police at the sound of a gunshot. But gunshots in that area sounded off every day

* * *

Ronny filled up empty chip bags with little zip-lock bags containing crack. After bagging it all up, he headed out to re-stock the runners. At the first stop, he pulled into a parking lot where he saw Prince Guru leaning up against his blacked-out Dodge Charge. He was talking to one of the runners. Ronny parked his Lexus and walked over to where they were standing. He gave both of them dap.

“What’s good?” he asked.

“Nothing much. Just another day,” Guru answered.

“I feel ya,” Ronny replied.

“Shit . . . !” the runner said.

They turned around at the runner’s reaction. A police car pulled up into the lot.

“Just chill. He just here to get his money,” Ronny said.

Without getting out the his car, the officer pulled right up next to them and rolled down his window. Guru walked over to the car and handed the sergeant an envelope. He then walked back, as the police car pulled off.

“Paying him was a very good idea. He’s been real helpful,” Guru said.

“Well, here is a refill,” Ronny said, giving Guru a chip bag.

“If you need more, just call. Well, It’s been fun, but I gotta go,” Ronny said, as he gave Guru dap and then headed back to his Lexus to go to the next spot.

But before he left, he decided to get something to eat. He saw a Wendy’s and went to the drive-through. He then parked to eat his meal. Halfway through eating, he heard loud music through his open window. He looked a second too late, as a Mexican aimed an AK47 at him. Before he could even duck, the guy opened up. Ronny felt six rounds hit his chest and side. The car then sped off, burning rubber. Ronny’s last thought was that he should have worn his Kevlar vest.

* * *

Smooth finally made it back to Florida and then headed for Banga, Meka, and Ham’s place. A few hours later, he finally arrived there. Getting out of this truck, he opened his back door, took our four kilos, and put them in another backpack. He then went up to the door and knocked three times. A moment later, Meka opened the door.

“Hey sexy!” Smooth said.

“Ummm . . . hey handsome! Come on in. Banga and Ham are both gone. Banga should be back soon, though. In the meantime, let’s go to my bedroom,” she offered, as she grabbed his arm and basically dragged him to her room. Once they arrived, Meka began to take off her clothes.

“Get undressed!” she said.

Laying down the backpack, Smooth took off his clothes. Once he was naked, she told him to lie on his belly. As he did that, he felt her straddle him. Then he felt something cold being poured onto his back.

“Relax, it’s only lotion,” she said, pouring a little more.

She started to spread it around, covering his whole back. She then began giving him a massage. He was getting hard just from the massage. After about 10 minutes, Meka told him to roll over. He did so, as his hard dick stood straight up. She straddled him again. This time she poured lotion on his chest and started to massage it.

Not being able to stand it, he told her, “Suck my dick!”

“Nope, just lay there and enjoy,” she said.

“Damn it, you’re gonna give me blue balls.”

“All right,” she said, as she lined up his dick and slid down on it. Her pussy wrapped around his cock and fit like a nice tight glove. She started sliding up and down slowly, making love this time instead of fucking.

“How’s that feel, baby?” she asked.

“Feels real good.”

Feeling herself about to cum, she moaned and picked up her speed a little. She bent down and started to kiss him as she came. She moaned into his mouth as she climaxed. Feeling her pussy spasm and her body tremble, he knew she just had a major orgasm. He rolled over and slowly slid his hard dick into her tight pussy. He pumped in and out nice and smooth until he reached the point of no return and shot his cum up in her. Now exhausted, he pulled out and laid down next to hear.

“Each time it gets better and better, she said.

Hearing the outside door open and close, Smooth grabbed his pistol while Meka peeked out.

“It’s just Banga,” she said, as she started to get dressed. Smooth got off the bed and started to get dressed as well. Then he grabbed the backpack and stepped into the kitchen where Banga was at the table counting money.

“Waz up, dawg?” Banga asked.

“Nothing much. Just stopped by to re-up you,” he said, putting the backpack on the table.

“There are four keys there. Is that enough?” Smooth asked.

“Yeah, that’s plenty. Just finished packaging up the last we had. Here, let me get your money,” he said, as he went into the back of the apartment and returned with another backpack.

“Well, guess I’ll get on my way,” Smooth said, as he walked to the door.

“Call me if ya need me,” he said.

“All right,” Banga replied.

Meka followed Smooth to his truck. Once they were there, he put the money in the backseat and turned toward Meka. He kissed her, got into his truck, and then headed back to Miami.