Deception's Playground (13 page)

I headed back to Casey’s house. On the
way there OG Casa called and told me not to worry about Kutz. He had a plan for
him. As I turned on Casey’s block I saw a police car near her house. I wanted to
turn around, but it would look too obvious. So I proceeded down the block.

As I got closer to her
house, I noticed the police car was parked two houses down. I pulled in her
driveway and the officers were coming out of a home with an old white lady. I was
relieved. Stepping inside the house, I went straight to Casey’s landline and
called her.

“What’s up, baby?” she
answered.

“Chillin’, what’s
good?”

“Just left the beach.”

“Must be nice.” I was
dealing with chaos and she was fiddling her toes in the sand.

“It is. We should come
down here together.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I
replied.

“So what’s wrong? I can
tell something’s botherin’ you.” She knew me too well.

“Shit. Bitches tried to
set me up for the okey-doke.”

“Who? Sonya and her
sidekick?”

“Congratulations.”

“Hmm, well well.” She
changed the subject. “You know me and Sparkle are comin’ back early.”

I had remembered
Sparkle vaguely. We were kids then. I think her parents were killed and she had
to go into foster care. I wasn’t sure.

“That’s what’s up. When?”
I asked.

“Tomorrow night. Can
you pick us up from the airport?”

“Yeah. I can do that.
What time?”

“We should be landing
at about nine.”

“Okay, baby.”

I called Ace. He told
me he was with his girl Ashley. They were in Kansas at her mother’s house. I let
Ace know that OG Casa said he had the Kutz situation under control. Ace said
he’d be in Kansas for a while. He wanted to lay low. I told him to be safe.

I went for the freezer
to get my issue. Before I could sit down and get comfortable, Nicole was calling
my phone. I didn’t answer. And she called back. I still didn’t answer, but when
my phone rang again, I finally picked up. Had to play it cool.

“Yeah?”

***

“Damn, daddy!” Nicole
screamed.

I had been at the
Embassy Suites for about twenty minutes. When I got here, Nicole was naked on
the bed, playing with her pussy. She had a dildo in her hand, putting it in
every hole. I watched for a hot second and enjoyed the show. But I had
eventually joined.

“You like that, bitch?”
I was fucking her from behind.

“Yes, yes … daddy … I …
I’m cumin’ again.”

Nicole was on the edge
of the bed with her ass in the air, while I stood. She started pushing her ass
back toward me, fucking me back, moving her hips and ass while I stood still.
Every time she came back on my dick I smacked her ass.

My hand print had
branded her ass cheeks, and her pussy dripped all over the place. I let her
fuck me that way for a hot second, then I started beast-fucking her again. I
figured I might as well, since it would probably be the last time. I turned her
over on her back and pounded her.

“Grab those handcuffs …
out of my purse,” she moaned.

“What?” I asked, sweat
dripping down my face.

“Handcuff me to the
bed.”

I eased out, grabbed
the handcuffs and cuffed her to the bed. I had her right back on her knees, ass
up, arms spread, each wrist cuffed to the opposite end of the headboard. I went
into her hard—and she screamed, I mean really
screamed
. She looked like
she wanted to get free from the cuffs, but she couldn’t.

“I’m cumin again!” she
cried out.

I started playing with
her clit while I fucked her in her ass. She came again. We fucked like for a
minute, then I uncuffed her. She got on top and rode me like a thoroughbred.
Then she eased off of my dick and put her mouth on it. And swallowed my babies.

She thought shit was
sweet.

A while later, as we
laid in bed post-sex, Nicole said, “Spade …” She paused. “I think I love you.”

She was delusional,
straight up. If she only knew …

“Yeah?” I said.

“I’m serious, baby. If you
want me to …” She paused again. “I can take care of Sonya for you.”

“You’d do that for me?”
This shit was entertaining.

“Yes,” she said
adamantly.

“Nah. You ain’t gotta
do that lil’ mama. I don’t want nothin’ to happen to you
or
her. I care
about both of yall too much,” I lied.

“You do?” She smiled.

“Yes. I do.”

After I left the hotel, I went straight
to Casey’s and passed out. I woke up around 2:00 p.m. the next day. I had a
couple messages on my phone from Casey and my attorney. Casey was letting me
know her flight was still on schedule. My attorney wanted me to give him a
call. I did.

He sounded like he was
in a good mood when he answered. That put me at ease. He told me he had the
tape from Red Roof Inn. It showed I was there from 9:45 p.m. until 11:20 p.m.
Tamika’s car hit the light pole at 10:24 p.m. I was relieved. He also told me
Tamika was never pregnant.
Bitch!

Despite all that, my
attorney said Kremensky was still investigating me. He said they didn’t have
any evidence to charge me, and if Kremensky continued to harass me, he’d file a
lawsuit.

I thanked him and hung
up. I went and showered, got myself together and chilled after that. I stayed
at Casey’s until it was time to go her and Sparkle from the airport.

***

I’d been waiting for Casey and Sparkle
to exit the airport. They finally did. Casey was looking sexy as ever in a cowl
neck halter dress, but Sparkle looked even sexier in a metallic bustier and a
tight—
real tight
—miniskirt. I had forgotten Sparkle was mixed with
something. Her hair was long and her walk was strong. She had a compact body to
kill for. I hopped out to help them with their bags.

“Hey, baby,” Casey
said, giving me a hug.

“What’s good?” I said.

Sparkle stood to the
side, waiting to be introduced.

“You remember Sparkle,
don’t you?” Casey looked in Sparkle’s direction.

“How can I forget?” I
flirted, extending my hand, smiling.

Casey smacked my
shoulder. “Boy, quit playin’.”

“How are you doin’, Spade?”
Sparkle said, letting her hand slip away from mine.

“I’m good. So how was
it in the M.I.A.?” I asked them both, as I hoisted their bags up and into the
trunk.

“It was coo’,” Casey
said.

“Yeah. We had a ball,”
Sparkle added.

Soon we were on the
move, headed to Casey’s. We got there an hour later. They unloaded their bags
and I got comfortable in the living room and watched TV. Sparkle was the first
downstairs.

“So, Mr. Spade, how
have you been?” she asked, sitting on the couch.

“I’m maintaining,” I said.
“How ‘bout yourself?”

“I’m doin’ well for
myself. I’ve been living in Miami for about seven years. But I’m always in and
out of Kansas City.”

“When was the last time
you was in the town?” I was trying to avoid looking at her sexy frame.

“A few days ago. Before
me and Casey went back to Miami.”

Casey didn’t mention
that. I was lost.

“Straight up?” I
changed the subject. “If you don’t mind me asking, Where did you go when we
were kids?”

She didn’t mind telling
me. She went right in, told me her mother was Russian and her father was Black.
I remembered her mother was a different nationality, just didn’t know what. And
I used to see her pops in the ‘hood from time to time. Him and OG Casa were
real close. They damn near looked like brothers.

Sparkle said one day
she was at school some niggas from another ‘hood—niggas her father sold dope
to—broke in their house. They robbed her pops, then killed him. And her moms.
She said after that she moved to Russia with her mother’s side of the family.
She said her Russian uncles were who her father got his guns and drugs from.
They murdered everybody who was involved in her parent’s death.

She also said while she
stayed with them, they taught her how to kill in many ways. I didn’t believe
her, but the look on her face—and her body language—convinced me. Casey walked
downstairs.

“What yall talkin’
‘bout?” Casey sat next to me. I could smell her bodywash.

“I’m just catchin’ up
wit’ Spade,” said Sparkle.

I was intrigued by
Sparkle. She seemed strong and confident. Not affected by her parents death. A
kind of calmness only revenge would give someone.

“Is that a’ight wit’
you?” I joked with Casey.

“Sure. So, how’s
Tamika?” Casey asked out of left field.

“Damn. I forgot to tell
you. The lil’ bitch hit a light pole. Died behind the wheel. Brakes went out or
some shit.”

“Told you that would do
it,” Sparkle told Casey.

At first I was
confused. I looked at Casey, then at Sparkle. They smiled, and I put
two-and-two together. Casey must have called Sparkle and told her about Tamika.
Sparkle flew into town, cut the bitch’s brake line and they both went to Miami.

“Keep that under your
hat,” Sparkle said with a wicked grin on her face.

“That ain’t a thang,” I
said.

These hoes is something
else.

“I hope so,” Sparkle said.
“I did it for Casey. I mean, you coo’. But I don’t trust you. So I hope you
will keep this info to yourself. If not, it could get ugly.”

Is this bitch
threatening me?
I thought.

“You good, lil’ mama,”
I said. I figured she had to say that. Maybe she meant it, I wasn’t sure. But
Sparkle was on thin ice.

“So, baby …” Casey
eased the tension. “I told her about Sonya and Nicole.”

“And?” I looked Casey
upside her head.

“They need to be taken
care of,” Sparkle asserted.

They were ready to
kill. And I dug it. They were really willing to assist, and I was willing to
allow them. Sparkle went upstairs to get something, and when she came back down
she had a white substance—concealed in a glass jar—in her hand.

She held it up. “This
is what I’m gonna use.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“One of my favorite
tools. Put this on the rim of a glass they’re drinking out of. They’ll be dead
within minutes.” Sparkle grinned.

Then Casey joined in on
the plot. She knew Sonya and Nicole loved to go out so she insisted I find out when
and where. Whichever club they were going to, Sparkle would already be
there—ready, her favorite tool in hand.

“So it’s that simple,
cousin,” Sparkle said.

Now we’re cousins,
I thought.

I told Sonya I was going to stop by.
When I got there, she and Nicole were in the kitchen eating. I sat at the table
with them.

“What’s up, ladies?”

“Nothin’, baby,” Sonya
said.

Nicole smiled. “Yeah,
nothin’. Just chillin’.”

“Where’s my plate?” I
tried to be sarcastic.

“It’s in the
microwave,” Nicole said. “I’ll get it.” She got her thick ass up and got my
plate.

We had small talk over
dinner. The last meal I planned on having with these hoes. Sonya told me
Duece’s mother called and told her his funeral was the weekend coming up. She
said his moms also told her to tell me thanks for the flowers I sent. That had
to be Ace’s doing. I didn’t send flowers. Didn’t plan to either.

I told Sonya and Nicole
we should all go out tomorrow. I told them Duece wouldn’t want us to be down.
He’d want us to celebrate. Sonya agreed, no problem. Nicole looked a little
skeptical, but she eventually came around.

I popped a bottle of
Remy and encouraged them to have a drink with me. They grabbed their glasses and
we just chilled and got tipsy. I felt sort of bad for them. Really, I did.
Poor
bitches, they had their whole lives ahead of them.

We were
shooting-the-shit in the living room. Nicole had put on some music, and then
they were having a ball. My phone rang. It was Selena. I stepped outside for
some privacy, then I answered.

“Yeah?”

“Hello, Spade.” Her
voice was sweet as ever.

“How are you doin’,
baby?”

“I guess I’m fine.
Look, Spade, I know you don’t want this child but I’m going to have him, or
her,” she stumbled. “If you want to help me and be there, that’s fine. If not,
that’s too bad for you. I don’t want your money, and I don’t want to cause any
friction in your life. I—”