Authors: K. Elliott
Street Fame (10 page)
Jennifer showed up at Mark’s office at 8:00 a.m. She looked very tired and exhausted. She had a black eye as if she’d been in a fight.
Mark smiled when he saw her.
She frowned and asked for some coffee.
“Decaff or caffeine, sweetie?”
“Give me the strong stuff … two sugars, no cream.”
He left the office, made it to the lounge area, and made two cups of coffee.
When he returned, Jennifer had her head between her legs, crying.
“What’s wrong?”
“Twin beat me last night.”
“I was going to ask about your eye, but I didn’t want to seem too nosey. So what did he hit your for?” He handed her the coffee.
“I don’t know. He told me he’d lost thirty thousand dollars in some drug deal in Miami, and he just was kind of acting funny for the rest of the evening.”
“And he hit you for that?”
Jennifer looked away. She stirred her coffee, only glancing at Mark every once in a while.
Mark walked over and put his hand on her face. She looked up at him. She looked like a little girl, helpless and innocent. He no longer saw that rough exterior that came from her street experience. “Jennifer, why didn’t you call the police?”
“I couldn’t call the cops on him. He would kick me out, and I wouldn’t have anywhere to go.”
“You make your own money; you can get your own place.”
She turned away. “You just don’t understand.”
“You love him, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
Mark walked to the other side of the office. He opened the blinds and looked outside, contemplating.
Jennifer stood and said, “I have to be going.” She headed toward the door.
“Wait,” Mark said.
She turned and faced him.
He looked at the bruises on her neck and face. He couldn’t believe what had happened to Jennifer.
“So what are you going to do when Twin goes to jail? You know he’s going. It’s just a matter of time before we build a case strong enough to indict him.”
Jennifer started crying. Her mascara ran, and she no longer looked like the glamorous beauty queen that kept all the men mesmerized.
Mark grabbed her face again. “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry. I hate to see you going through this.”
She pulled away from him then wiped her face with her shirt.
“Jennifer, look at me. You can’t go on like this. You have to get away from this guy.”
“Are you going to help me out, Agent Pratt?”
“Yes, if I have to.”
“Why do you want to help me?”
“I don’t know. Why did you come to see me in the first place?”
“I guess I have feelings for you.”
He leaned into her and kissed her briefly.
She put her hand around his waist and held him close.
The door opened and Ken Clarkson walked in.
*****
“Nia, I don’t want to see you again. This shit ain’t right,” JoJo said. “Since when did you start having a conscience, nigga?” Nia said. Then she walked into her bedroom with the cordless phone and lay across the bed wearing a T-shirt and a red thong.
“I just don’t want to be caught up in the bullshit. I mean, I’m starting to get attached to you, and I don’t want to betray my friend.”
Nia laughed. “
Betray your friend
? We’ve been fucking for damn near a year, and you sure ain’t had no problem before.”
“I just don’t feel like seeing you right now.”
Nia rolled over in the bed. Now she was on her back. She put her hands between her legs. “Big Puss wants you, baby.”
JoJo chuckled. “Girl, you’re a nympho.”
“Nigga, and you’re a nympho.”
“You’re right. What kind of underwear do you have on?”
“I ain’t got on no underwear. I’m naked, lying in my bed, stroking my pussy, and wanting you inside me.” Nia laughed to herself.
“No underwear, huh?”
She burst out with laughter. “You freak, you know I got on underwear. I got on those red thongs you like.”
“You got your heels on, too?”
“No, but I can put them on.”
“Naw. I can’t do it right now,” JoJo said.
Nia sighed heavily. “So you’re really going to cut me off, huh?”
“No. I’m not in the mood for it.”
“Does it have anything to do with the money you lost?”
“How’d you find out about that shit?”
“Tommy’s been moping around here crying and shit.”
“Yeah, he lost a lot of money, a lot more than I did,” JoJo said.
“Yeah he told me that you and him almost got into it.”
“What did he say?”
“He said he put a gun to your head because you thought he was the reason y’all had lost the money.”
“Oh, so he’s bragging, huh?”
“Naw, he wasn’t bragging. He was actually crying about it. He said that he’d never had an altercation with you. Said you was like his brother, and that he didn’t like what went down between you two.”
“See what I mean, Nia? Shit like that makes me not want to be screwing behind my friend’s back.”
“I know, but I got my needs, JoJo.”
“I got my needs, too.”
“Let’s meet at the
Holiday Inn
downtown,”Nia said.
“How fast can you get there?” JoJo said.
She laughed. “Now that’s what the fuck I’m talking about.”
Twin met with J-Black at
Burger King
. They sat in the back of the restaurant, in a booth. Nobody ordered food. J-Black had called and ordered Twin to either give him somebody to rob or become the next victim. J-Black had said he was desperate and needed money to pay probation fines.
“J, man, I don’t have anybody. If I knew of somebody I would definitely tell you.”
J-Black’s eyes tightened. “Listen, Twin, I don’t need to hear that bullshit, man. I need somebody to rob.”
“I don’t know of anybody. I’m telling you, man. If I knew of somebody I would tell you.”
“What about that fat-ass nigga that I robbed the last time? How is he doing?”
“He’s not doing too good, J. He lost a hundred grand.”
J-Black stood and raised his shirt, revealing a chrome 9mm handgun. “Hey, nigga, I need somebody to rob, so we’re going to your house so I can take all your shit.”
Twin saw the seriousness in J-Black’s eyes. The man had a reputation for being a killer in the street. He could think of only one other person worth robbing.
J-Black looked around. Nobody was looking. He pulled the gun from his waistband and aimed it at Twin. “Get the fuck up and let’s get the hell out of here.”
Twin stood and walked toward the door.
J-Black tucked the gun in his waistband and walked behind him.
Once they were in the parking lot, J-Black said, “You got somebody for me, or am I gonna have to take all your shit, nigga?”
“I got somebody for you, but I don’t want you to hurt her. You know what I mean?”
“If she gives up the product, it won’t be no problem.” “It ain’t product. It’s money.”
“How much money?”
“Now that I don’t know. But do me a favor … don’t take it all.” “Now, would I do a thing like that?” J-Black said mischievously. “Come on, J. Please don’t take all of the money.”
“Let’s get in your car and you show me where the honey lives.”
Twin drove J-Black to Melody’s house. She lived in a small subdivision in the eastern part of town. Brawley Farms was the name of the community. Melody lived in a big two-story corner house, the front most property in the community. Twin pointed at the house.
“She ain’t got no alarm, huh?” J-Black said.
“How do you know?” Twin asked.
“I don’t see a sticker. I’m assuming. If she had an alarm, I’d have to do a home invasion and tie her ass up.”
“That’s good. I don’t want you to hurt her.”
“Muthafucka I ain’t going in there while she’s there, nigga. Don’t worry about it.”
“Good,” Twin said. He hit the accelerator, quickly driving to the end of the street. They left the neighborhood.
“So where do you think the money is? Does the woman have a safe?”
“No. I never heard about a safe. I would bet the money is probably in one of the bedrooms.”
“Good. This is going to be a piece of cake.” J-Black smiled.
“Okay, I’m going to take you back to Burger King and you can handle your business from there, can’t you?”
“I need a car … a getaway car.”
Twin stared at J-Black. Twin definitely couldn’t let him use his car to rob Melody. That was too risky.
“So, nigga, you going to let me hold the car or what?”
“Can’t do that, J-Black.”
“Why?” J-Black asked angrily.
He had to think of an excuse, something that J-Black would understand.
“Why can’t you let me hold the car?”
“If my car is at the scene of the crime, somebody would suspect me.”
“So? They wouldn’t suspect
me
,” J-Black said.
“But it’s
okay
for them to suspect me?” Twin said.
“Come on, man. Let me hold the car. Nobody is going to see the car.”
“Listen, J. If somebody sees the car, and they suspect me, then I won’t be able to put you up on more robberies.”
J-Black was silent for a moment. Finally he said, “Good point.”
This is going to be easier than I thought.
He rushed to his car and returned with a Phat Farm jacket wrapped around his right fist. He smashed out all four panes then tossed the jacket aside.
He opened the door and began to ransack the place. He searched the kitchen, the trashcans, the bathrooms, the hall closets … but found no money.
Twin better not have lied to me
, he thought. Finally, in the bedroom, he looked in the dresser drawers. Nothing. No sign of money. But he did find her underwear drawer. Thongs, bikinis, and G-strings. One of the G-strings had beads on it.
Damn
.
This is some sexy shit
. J-Black found a picture of her on the dresser. She was tall and light complexioned with long, wavy hair.
Damn, this one sexyass bitch
. He lay on her bed for a minute and imagined her with the beaded G-string on, strutting topless. He pulled out his penis for a minute and stroked it, and then he sniffed her underwear. He was on the verge of having an orgasm when he remembered what he’d come for.
He got up and headed for the walk-in closet. Melody had about fifty pairs of shoes. He started tossing all the shoes and boxes out onto the closet floor. Money spilled from two Jimmy Choo shoeboxes. J-Black’s eyes lit up, thousands of dollars right there at his fingertip. He started to count the money but then decided that there was too much for him to count. He stuffed the bills back in the boxes, carried it all under one arm, and headed for the back door. He stopped and looked back at the G-string on the bed. He decided to get that, too.
Later that night, at his run-down apartment, J-Black counted the money. He’d come up with thirty-eight thousand dollars. He smiled to himself. It had been a very good day, but not good enough. While his adrenaline was still going, he decided that Fatboy would be the perfect target again. He locked the place up and headed out to Lake Norman.
He arrived at Fatboy’s house 45 minutes later and rang the bell. A beautiful young lady answered the door. “Yes, can I help you?” “Yeah, I was driving and I noticed that your car lights was on.” He
The woman looked puzzled. “My lights shouldn’t be on. They should go off automatically.”
“It’s your interior light, sweetie.” J-Black smiled. “I sometimes leave mine on unintentionally.”
She stepped outside and closed the door. “Thanks a lot, sir.” She walked toward the car before realizing the man must have made a mistake. “My lights aren’t on,” she told him.
He produced the 9mm. “No screaming. If you do, I promise I will shoot through your little sexy ass.” He walked toward her and grabbed her arm. “Now take me back in the house and show me where the stash is.”
She was too afraid to say a word. She led him back to the front door and opened it.
They were met by Tommy.
J-Black aimed his gun at Fatboy and smiled. “We meet again, muthafucka.”
Tommy held his hands up. “Hey, man, I ain’t got no fuckin dope.”
“Where the fuck is the money, nigga?”
“I ain’t got no money.”
J-Black cocked the hammer of the gun. “You get over there beside him,” he told Nia.
She quickly obliged.
“Where the fuck is the money?” J-Black asked again.
“I ain’t got no money.”
J-Black slapped Tommy with the butt of the gun and fired it at the same time.
Nia screamed.
Tommy fell to the floor and covered his face.
J-Black laughed. “Bitch-ass nigga. I didn’t even shoot you. Get up off the floor before I pop one in your ass.”
“Hey, listen. I think you should leave before the neighbors call the police.”
“I don’t give a fuck about the police.”
“Tommy, give him the money,” Nia said.
“I don’t have no money here,” Tommy said.
“Okay, muthafucka, this next shot will send you straight to heaven.”
“I got some money in the dresser drawer,” Nia said. “It’s only a couple thousand dollars, though.”
“I need that,” J-Black said. “Stand up, man. We’re going upstairs with your wife to get the money.”
Tommy stood.
“Both of you go ahead of me. If you try any funny shit, I’ll be the only one laughing when this gun goes off again.”
Once they were in the bedroom, Nia searched frantically through the dresser drawers.
J-Black undressed Nia with his eyes. “Hey, sweetie, what kind of underwear do you wear?”
“Why?”
“You ever thought about doing lingerie modeling? I mean, you have the body for it.”
“No, I never thought about it, but thanks.”
“I bet you got thongs and all kinds of shit in your underwear drawer, don’t you?”
Nia looked disgusted with his question.
“Let me see your underwear drawer.”
“Hell no, nigga. Are you some kind of pervert or something?” Tommy asked.
J-Black turned the gun on Tommy. “Shut the fuck up.”
Nia opened her underwear drawer and she held up a purple Gstring.
“You want to model it for me?”
“Hell no!” Nia and Tommy said in unison.
J-Black pulled out the duct tape from his gym bag and bound Tommy’s hands and feet. Then he taped his mouth. He turned to Nia and smiled, revealing his crooked teeth. “By the way, my name is Black. What is your name?”
“I’m Nia.”
“So, are you going to model for me?” He stepped toward her.
She started crying. “I don’t want to.”
He put his arms around her shoulders. “Don’t cry. I promise I ain’t going to hurt you. Just put your purple thong on and walk around the room.”
“Then will you leave us alone?”
Tommy lay still, batting his watery eyes. He looked as if he couldn’t breath.
“I promise.”
She pointed at Tommy. “He don’t look like he can breathe.”
J-Black went over to him and ripped a hole in the tape, allowing air to enter.
Nia took off her jeans and stood in white laced panties that gripped her ass perfectly.
J-Black took off his pants then sat on the bed, stroking himself.
“What are you doing?” Nia asked.
“Nothing. Don’t worry about me; just walk across the room for me.”
She walked across the room then turned around.
When he saw her ass jiggling, he said, “Goddayum.”
“You’re a sick man, Black.”
“Put on the purple G-string and take off your shirt.”
She obliged. Moments later, she was standing wearing nothing but the purple G-string.
“Put some heels on,” J-Black ordered.
She went to her closet and slipped on some three-inch heels.
J-Black smiled then said, “Walk across the room.”
She followed orders.
He began to stoke his erection again while grunting and making faces. He suddenly stopped for no apparent reason, then he walked over to the underwear drawer and picked out a little red teddy. “Put this on.”
She put it on and walked for him again.
He walked over to her, naked from the waist down, penis swinging stiffly, and touched her ass.
“No touching. You promised you wasn’t going to do anything to me.”
He laughed then said, “I’m sorry.” He walked back to the underwear drawer and rambled through it until he found a black leather Gstring. He was about to close the drawer when he noticed two light blue diamond-shaped pills. “What the hell are these?”
“Viagra.”
“Whose is it?”
“It’s nobody’s.”
“It’s gotta be somebody’s. It’s in your drawer.”
Nia took a deep breath then said, “I was going to give it to my boyfriend to try.”
J-Black glanced at Tommy. “Nigga, your dick won’t get hard for this fine-ass woman?”
“Come on, man, we don’t have all day. What do you want me to do?” Nia asked.
“Put the leather G-string on and take that teddy off.”
When Nia put the G-string on, J-Black returned to the bed and started stroking himself again. Then he suddenly got an idea. “Nia, why don’t you bend over?”
“What?”
He cocked the hammer of the gun. “Bend over, I said, or I’mma put another hole in your ass.”
She bent over. He began to stroke himself faster and faster until he was about to climax, but he stopped. “Do you have a condom?”
“No, I don’t have any. Why?”
J-Black got up and walked over to the drawers. He couldn’t find a condom. He pointed the gun at Nia and ordered her to get on the bed. When she got on the bed, he pointed the gun to her temple. “Now take the G-sting off.”
“Please don’t hurt me.”
“Nobody is going to get hurt if you do what I say. Understand?”
Tommy squirmed on the floor.
J-Black turned. “I will blast you in the face if you move one more centimeter.”
“Tommy, don’t move. It’s going to be okay.”
“Take off your G-string.”
Nia tossed the garment to the floor.
“I’m about to show you what to do with your woman’s pussy, nigga. Since you’re having a problem with your dick, I’mma fuck her real good.”
Then he turned Nia on her stomach and entered her.
She moaned.
Tommy closed his eyes.
“Yeah, this is what the fuck I’m talking about. This is what you been missing, huh? That thug loving. I’mma give you that thug loving.”
Nia began to cry. “Come on, hurry up.”
“I’ll finish when I finish; you know what I mean?” J-Black said. He looked back at Tommy, who still had his eyes closed. “No need to close your eyes now. It’s real. I’m fucking your girl.”
Tommy opened his eyes occasionally. Tears ran down the side of his face.
J-Black continued to hump long and hard. He couldn’t reach an orgasm. The red teddy that Nia had modeled in was on the bed. He picked it up and started sniffing the crotch as he humped.
Forty-five seconds later he came. He hopped out of bed then put his boxers and pants on. “Bitch, give me the two thousand dollars you had … and I’m gone.”
Nia covered her face and cried.
“Give me the fucking money, I said.”
She stood, went over to the dresser, dug in the bottom drawer, and gave him two thousand dollars.
After he’d ordered her to walk him to the front door, he left running.
There was no car in sight.