ANYTHING 4 PROFIT (ANYTHING FOR PROFIT) (25 page)

                Before she could respond, Mike came through the door and flashed his $40,000 smile. He walked over to Meka and gave her a brief hug, and kissed her on the forehead. “What’s the verdict, baby girl, how you feelin’?”

             “Like shit. What about you? I heard they had yo’ ass locked up.”

             “A lil’ light somethin’. Wasn’t nothin’ too heavy. I’m good though. Just happy to see yo’ ass is still alive,” Mike said, and lit up the other half of the blunt he was smoking on the way over.

   He passed the el to Meka, and said, “You want some of this?”

             She shook her head and said, “Naw, I’m good.”

             After a couple of deep pulls, Mike passed the blunt to Ant D. “Meka, do you remember what happened to you?” he asked, with weed smoke coming out of his nostrils. “We put the word out on the street that we had a hundred stacks for any info on what went down, but we ain’t never hear shit. If you remember, you need to let us know what time it is, so we can handle that shit. ‘Cause whoever them niggas is, they livin’ on borrowed time, ya’ heard?”

              Meka had known Mike long enough to know that he didn’t make threats without being 100% willing to carry them out. So she knew that once she told him and her brother the events that had led up to her being laid up in that hospital bed, there was no turning back. And that was exactly what she wanted.

              Meka took a deep breath, and then proceeded to tell her story. “Y’all remember that nigga named Rico, right?”

   Mike and Ant both nodded their heads, so she continued. “Well I ain’t never told y’all, but the night that shit went down with Twan, him and that dusty ass bitch from Fieldcrest, Tasha, saw us eatin’ at the Red Dragon together. So in other words, I was the last person Twan was seen with.”

  “I never really thought about it again until Labor Day weekend. I had just finished getting my hair and nails done at Sylvia’s, and was walkin’ to my truck when outta nowhere, a nigga came up behind me and started chokin’ me out. I fought wit’ the nigga, and tried to get free ‘cause I remembered that .25 you had gave me was in my purse, Ant. I started to reach for it, but before I could get it out, another nigga who had been in the cut, came over and punched me in the stomach. I was like “oh shit!” That nigga knocked the wind outta me.”

   Meka paused, and shook her head. “I blacked out, and when I came back to, they had me in some house strapped to a bed, with nothin’ on but my panties and bra. All of them had masks on, but one of the voices sounded familiar. Anyway, when I told them pussy muh’fuckas I wasn’t finna answer no questions, one of the niggas got mad and punched me in the mouth. So I spit in his face.”

   Ant D and Mike exchanged little smiles, neither surprised by Meka’s last sentence. That was her all day.

  She kept on. “After that, the nigga went off and started beatin’ the shit outta me. I couldn’t do anything but lay there and take it. After he finished gettin’ off, the other two clowns that were there with him started gettin’ scared, talkin’ ‘bout how some nigga named Zulu ain’t want no bodies poppin’ up.”

“Zulu? I heard that nigga ‘posed to be supplyin’ half the fuckin’ south!” stated Ant D.  

“Yeah, well come to find out, the nigga Zulu was Twan’s uncle.”

“You bullshittin’,” said Mike in amazement. “How the fuck you was wit’ that nigga all that time, and ain’t know his uncle was the biggest supplier in the fuckin’ southeast? Shit, if we would’a known that, we could’a hit
his
ass instead of Twan.”

“Damn right,” Ant D chimed in.  He and Mike young and brave.

“Twan ain’t never told me shit about what he did, or who he did it wit’. He used to always say he wanted to keep that part of his life away from me. Shit, I never even met that nigga’s mama. Anyway, them niggas kept yappin’. They either thought I was unconscious, or figured that when they killed me I wouldn’t be able to talk anyway, because they started talkin’ real reckless.”

  “So this what it is. This nigga Zulu tryna find out who killed Twan ‘cause Twan was his sister’s youngest son, and he started him in the game. I guess Rico remembered seeing us at the Chinese place that night, and put two and two together. But he wasn’t really sure, that’s why he snatched me up. Them other two clowns was just going along wit’ it.”

             “You ain’t never hear them say they names,” asked Mike.

             “Yeah, one of ‘em is named Ty. The other one they called Black, or some shit. So anyway, like I said, after Rico finished beatin’ me up they got scared. Rico told them all they had to do was get rid of my body, and they’d be straight. He said that he already had it figured out, but before they got rid of me they might as well have a little fun. That’s when they took turns raping me.”

              Meka stated this as matter of factly as a person would say it’s hot outside on a summer day. It wasn’t that the rape didn’t affect her. It really did, but she refused to be a helpless victim. Those bastards weren’t going to ruin her life. She couldn’t be breaking down, crying and shit. She didn’t do that.
“Naw, that ain’t me,”
she thought.

   “After they raped me, they took turns pissin’ on my face, and all types of other crazy shit. I don’t really know what happened after that because I blacked out. The next thing I remember is wakin’ up and seeing mama over there in that chair.”

              The silence that followed was louder than thunder. Mike and Ant were both stunned and speechless. They had to let what Meka had just told them sink in. Damn, she had been through a lot. The weed they smoked had the description of her ordeal playing in their minds as vividly as a high definition movie. Images of her being raped and pissed on had their blood boiling.

              Ant D was the first to break the silence. “Meka, you ain’t even gotta say no mo’. Them niggas is dead!!”

             “I just want y’all to do one thing for me,” said Meka.

             “What’s that?”

             “Get Rico, but whatever you do, please don’t kill him. Save him for me. Rico’s mine.” She nodded her head slowly.

             “If that’s what you want, then that’s what it is,” stated Mike. He and Ant talked to Meka for a few more minutes, and then they left her room so she could get some rest.

              About five minutes after their departure, Detective Daniel Patterson walked through the door. The strong scent of marijuana smoke still lingered in the air. The detective noticed it, and wondered what nigger had the heart to do something as dumb as smoke reefer in a hospital room in I.C.U.  He decided against commenting, to avoid putting Meka on defense. He had come there for answers.

He gave Meka a fake smile, and said, “Tameka, my name is Detective Patterson. How are you feelin’?” His voice belied the fact that he could care less about her well being.

             “I’ve been better.”

             “Well I just need to ask you a few questions.” He wasn’t asking her permission, he was telling her. 

   Seeing that he wasn’t going to leave, Meka agreed. But she hoped he would be quick. She wanted that cracker to hurry up and ask his questions, and get the fuck on. She was ready to go back to sleep.

   He cleared his throat, and said, “Tameka I’m investigating what happened to you several weeks ago. I need to know if you remember anything that might help me bring these animals in.” 

              Meka just thought for a second. She also wanted the perpetrators brought to justice. The difference was that she had no belief or trust in the American criminal justice system. She’d seen rapists and child molesters go free, and drug dealers who’d been selling hand to hand get locked up for the rest of their lives. So the only justice that she had faith in was the court niggas held in the streets, with hot slugs and death as the sentences. Not in some racist cracker’s courtroom with a judge who didn’t really give a fuck one way or the other.

  Finally, she said, “Detective Patterson, to tell you the truth, I really don’t remember anything that happened to me. You know, the doctors say that amnesia is pretty common in cases like mine.”

              Twenty-plus years of experience on the force told Daniel Patterson that the little Black whore in front of him was lying through the few teeth she had left. For what reason, he didn’t know, but he definitely intended to find out. Hopefully he’d get things wrapped up soon, and get the publicity and promotion he’d been chasing all those years. After that, those fucking coons could kill themselves all they wanted.

Chapter 28

  It was Halloween, 2006. October 31
^st
. Some people called this nationally celebrated holiday the devil’s night…and for good reason. It was a well documented fact that throughout the United States, more crimes were committed on Halloween night than on any other night of the year. And that Halloween wasn’t going to be any different. In fact, in Greenville, SC the crime rate would get worse that year.

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  Sweaty, out of breath, and completely naked, Ty lay back on the bed and watched a young, brown skinned stallion mount his hard dick reverse cowgirl style. With her back to him, she began to slowly rock back and forth. The girl was only twelve years old, but had a body a full grown woman would envy. Her breasts were perky little C-cups with dime sized nipples that were rock hard. Her stomach was completely flat with a faint line of pubic hair on it, which ran from her belly button all the way down to the curly mass between her legs. She had no waist to speak of, which made her ass appear even larger than it was. Her thighs were thick, and her feet were small and sexy. The irony of it all was the fact that she had a face so young and innocent, a person who didn’t know her would’ve sworn she was still a virgin.

              Ty was twelve years older than the girl, and needless to say, a lot more experienced when it came to the streets. His swagger, and the fact that he was stacking a little paper had lots of the younger girls over in West G-Ville, where he was hustling, infatuated with him. So when he had asked Shay to come to his spot on Perry Ave. to chill, she had readily and eagerly agreed.

  Tired of fucking with immature, broke ass niggas her own age, she was more than willing to be with Ty. And do any and everything he asked. Young and naïve, and like so many other girls who grow up without a father figure around to guide them, Shay believed that her willingness to please a man sexually would make him fall in love with her. But in reality, she would just be another young freak that Ty would add to a long list of bitches he’d fucked.

              Shay started bouncing on Ty’s dick, going faster and faster, until beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She closed her eyes and rode him, while simultaneously using her thumb and index fingers to pinch her hard, sensitive nipples.

              While Shay rode his cock, Ty admired her firm, young, round ass as it went up and down. He loved the way her butt cheeks jiggled when she came back down on him. Ty rubbed two fingers on his right hand down Shay’s sweaty ass crack. He then brought those fingers up to his nose and inhaled her musty scent. After that, he licked both fingers clean.

  Ty was a straight freak, and he loved turning young girls out. He placed his hand on Shay’s back and pushed her slightly forward. Now her ass cheeks spread open while she rode him, exposing her tight little asshole. Ty got excited just at the thought.  He loved that “brown eye.”  He spit on his middle finger and slowly inserted it into Shay’s asshole. 

              Shay tensed up at first. She wasn’t a virgin, but she’d never had anyone stick their finger up her ass like that. But the more Ty plunged his finger in her ass, the more she liked it. The sensation it gave her body threw her into a frenzy. She began to go crazy on Ty’s dick, bouncing and rocking faster and faster, until her whole body was covered in sweat. Her tight pussy was sopping wet, and her juices drenched Ty’s balls, along with the sheets underneath them. Unable to hold back any longer, he closed his eyes and curled his toes. He groaned, and got ready to bust his nut up in Shay.

   Suddenly, there was a loud ass
BOOM
from the front of the house. It sounded like somebody had just blown the front door off its hinges with a bomb, or some shit. The noise pushed Ty over the edge, and he began to involuntarily skeet wildly inside of Shay’s hot, young, box. While he was releasing hot semen in her, two masked men entered the bedroom dressed in all black. One was wearing a Michael Myers, the killer from the movie “Halloween”, mask. The other one was wearing the infamous Jason Vorhees hockey mask from the movie “Friday the 13
^th
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