Chronicles of Crooklyn, page 10
“Yeah. But I want me a piece of your uncle’s ass too,” Jewelz said quietly as she thought about how that nigga’s hot piss had felt raining down in her face. “He hurt us too. I wanna kill Crazy Haz.”
“Too late.” Slick shook his head. “That nigga is done, baby,” he said as the sight of Haz’s stabbed-up, bullet-ridden body flashed in his mind. “I swear to God erasing his coward ass gave me the best fuckin rush I ever had in my whole life! As soon as that nigga took his last breath I got reborn and felt brand new. Like I said, I can lay Handgun Goody and his entire bloodline down by myself. But I know what Dirty Mike took away from you. I know how bad he hurt you. I just don’t wanna intrude on nothing you might need to do for you, you feel me?”
Jewelz just nodded, her breathing shallow, her whole body hyped. “I appreciate that respect, Slick. That nigga’s grimy face has been burning in my mind for a long, long time and I gotta be the one to smash him. Matter fact, there’s only two things I pray to God for every night, and getting revenge on Dirty Mike is one of them.”
Slick nodded. “Cool. You got the green light on this job but you need to know that nigga done changed up a lot. He ain’t no small-time dirty-ass dopehead no more. He’s Handgun Goody now and he stays tight. He’s damn near untouchable unless you on a suicide mission and you wanna die with him. He’s never unguarded ’cause he keeps a wall of niggas glocked and cocked and on the ready, 24/7. You’re gonna have to fake the funk while we take his family out. We’ll save his ass for last, but in order to ice him and get out alive you’ll have to get up on him close and personal. You’ll have to catch him from the inside, with his thumb in his mouth, sleeping like a baby.”
“I got this, Slick,” Jewelz insisted quietly. “I can do this shit.”
“A’ight, but you gonna have to look straight in that dirty bastard’s grill,” Slick warned her. “You’re gonna have to call him Handgun Goody and skin and grin in his face, be all up in his area and pretend like he didn’t—”
“I know what I gotta do!” Jewelz cut him off with a sharp glare. “I’m not a helpless little girl anymore! I can handle that muthafucka! You’re right. Haz was your kill, but that dirty nigga Mike took something from me that I can never get back. Something that was priceless! Hell yeah, that nigga’s ass is minez and I’ma make sure he pays up in full!”
CHAPTER 8
Black Girl Gone Cold
An hour later Jewelz was back in her plush Manhattan apartment with her mind racing a hundred miles a minute. She had been telling the truth when she told Slick that there were only two things she prayed for at night. Killing Dirty Mike was going to fulfill one of her desperate dreams, but was she ever gonna have the opportunity to see her most precious dream come true?
Jewelz stood in front of her mirror and stripped out of her clothes. At one time looking at herself naked had been almost impossible. The scars all over her belly had been too painful a reminder of the horrors that she had endured as a child.
Gazing into the mirror, Jewelz reached up and grasped her long ponytail. She removed the black rubber band and slowly unraveled her double-stranded twist.
She dragged her fingers through her hair from her scalp all the way to the ends, wincing as she felt some of her thick strands snapping free and breaking off at the root. She looked down at the long tendrils of loose hair she held in her hand and her heart quaked in pain. Pretty soon she was gonna have to start wearing a wig.
Tears formed in Jewelz’s eyes but she refused to let them fall. Losing her hair wasn’t the end of the damn world so she wasn’t about to start hosting no pity party. Plenty of people got cancer every day. Some lived and some died. She wasn’t the only one in the world who was going through some shit.
Yeah, said a small voice in the back of her mind as she placed the giant ball of hair in an ashtray and sparked it up with a cigarette lighter. But you got cancer twice! Besides, other sick people have families! They got mad people who love and care about them! You don’t have nobody Jewelz! Not even HIM!
Jewelz gazed into the flame as she watched her hair slowly burn. She reminded herself to keep her chin up. She urged herself to have courage and to stay gully. Didn’t nobody have to know she was sick unless she told them. She wasn’t scared of dying neither because she put her life on the line every day. Nah, what scared the hell outta Jewelz was dying alone.
Who’s gonna bury me? she often asked herself when she woke up shaking and sweating in the middle of the night. Who’s gonna pray over me?
Jewelz had been a lucky survivor of the bloody massacre in Slick’s project apartment that long ago day, but her life had spiraled even further downhill after that. Hell, to tell the truth she’d fallen damn near as low as a young girl could fall.
The damage to her womb was so severe that Jewelz had to have an emergency hysterectomy right after she was stabbed, and years later she suffered an even greater cruelty to her body at the hands of two more predatory niggas.
She was barely thirteen and sprouting mad titties and lush ass when she got snatched off the street by a pig-faced hustler named Fat Donnie Hassell, and that nigga had taught her the true meaning of pain.
Fat Donnie had him a money-making pimp-ring going where he lured runaways and troubled young girls into his sticky web of sexual sadism, just like a spider hooked a fly.
It was late at night and Jewelz had just slammed outta her apartment after fighting with her alcoholic uncle. His old ass was starting to get real nasty with her. He had taken to busting up in the bathroom while she was taking a shower like he didn’t know she was in there ass-naked. Jewelz had just cursed him out and was heading up to the corner to buy a Newport loosie from the all-night candy store when Fat Donnie rolled outta the shadows and snatched her up.
He had muscled her down and tossed her inside of a dark van with blacked-out windows while she kicked and screamed and bucked for her life. Jewelz had rode in darkness and terror as he took her to a cheap hotel room where five other young girls were chained up and being held captive by a crispy black dude they called Chimp Charlie.
Jewelz was stripped naked and chained up too, and all six of them were beaten from head to toe on a daily basis. 24/7 they were forced to lay on their backs and submit to “dates” with all kinds of sadistic old men who liked to fuck young teenagers.
Doing all that shit was bad enough, but Jewelz had more of a banging, mature body than the other young girls so she could pass for being much older than her real age. The fact that she never got her period was a plus for her captors too, because they could make her lay on her back and fuck like a dog every day of the month.
It wasn’t long before Chimp Charlie and Fat Donnie had her stripping in the back room of an underground titty joint. Jewelz was passed around like a prime piece of meat, and no matter how many horny, greasy-faced, stank-breath tricks squeezed her ass, pinched her nipples, or dug their fingers deep up inside her tight pussy and slobbered all down her neck, she never pocketed a dime.
But one night the titty joint got raided by the Feds, and in the chaos Jewelz and two other girls mixed in with the crowd and broke the fuck out. Jewelz was relieved to finally escape that hellish existence, and she had ran up outta that joint determined to do something better with her life.
But by then her uncle had drunk himself into a coma and there was no family left to take care of her. She had a choice to either turn tricks on the street or go into foster care, and after all the trauma she had been through out there in the world, Jewelz chose the state.
She stayed in a group home for a few years and as soon as she turned eighteen she broke outta the system’s clutches and struck out on her own. In spite of all the grief and hard times that she had endured, Jewelz was stronger, wiser, and ready for the world.
But unfortunately, nothing the world had in store was destined to come easy to her. Every road in her life had been paved with broken pieces of glass and metal spikes. Her path had been treacherous and bumpy as hell. Especially since she had been forced to walk her whole damn journey in her bare feet.
She had eventually gotten a little receptionist job from a temp agency and she worked real hard at it for a while. Jewelz was a damn good employee, making it her business to be the first one to clock in when they opened and the last one to leave at night.
But even still, when she started getting sick and missing work her stingy-ass bosses had refused to pay her for the missed time. They started cutting back on her hours more and more each week. They even brought in a new receptionist as her replacement and expected Jewelz to train the chick and teach her everything she knew!
Jewelz was down in the dumps and in her feelings, but bad luck wasn’t through fucking with her yet. She soon found out that she had a disease in her blood that ran in her family. By the time she got her first cancer diagnosis Jewelz had also lost her job. And with no money coming in and no health insurance either, she was ass-out on finding any decent medical care.
Bitter, scared, and mad at the whole damn world, Jewelz had taken a gig as an enforcer for a kingpin named Bajan Andy. In her warped state of mind she discovered that she enjoyed cracking heads and letting her strap ring off.
Andy paid her enough money to buy vitamins and fresh fruits and vegetables, and Jewelz was able to keep working and go through a complete round of chemotherapy without telling a soul. She fought through the sickness all by herself and depended only upon God to help her put one foot in front of the other each day. After it was all over and her doctors told her that the cancer had gone into remission, Jewelz had dropped down to her knees and finally cried.
Running into Slick that night at Andy’s joint had felt like a sign from above. It was like the man upstairs was finally wrapping his arms around her and saying, You are not alone. I am here with you.
Sick of being sick, Jewelz had started regaining her strength and her positive outlook on life too. When Slick offered her a spot on his team she had jumped right on it. She was happy as hell to be by the side of the only person in the world that she had ever truly loved.
But she had switched street teams, so crashing on Haitian Tisha’s sofa was outta the question. Slick had stepped up and offered to let her chill at his luxury crib until she found someplace to stay, and she had jumped right on that too.
Jewelz couldn’t front. She had entertained mad illusions of picking up with him right where they had left off twenty years earlier. In her head and heart she had always belonged to Slick and he had always belonged to her too. But unfortunately Slick didn’t see it that way and he wasn’t even thinking about the past.
She found that out when she called herself serving the pussy on him in the middle of the night. Jewelz had taken a long hot bath and trimmed her female garden up real nice. She had rubbed her whole body down with lavender scented oil, then slipped into Slick’s darkened room ass-naked and crawled up in his bed while he was sleeping.
She had trailed her lips down his rock-hard stomach and gripped his long, pretty dick in her hand. She squeezed and jacked that meat bone until he moaned real deep and started fucking up at her in his sleep. Jewelz had opened her mouth wide and slid his throbbing meat along the length of her steaming wet tongue…and Slick had opened his eyes and stiff-armed the shit outta her.
He caught her with the flat of his palm right in the eye, and Jewelz rolled off the bed screaming and then ran in the bathroom holding her eyeball and crying like a lil baby.
“Jewelz!” Slick had pounded on the locked door and hollered for her to come out. “Yo, I’m letting you chill here till you get a place, but you can’t be coming at me like that when I’m sleep, girl! I ain’t even tryna fuck with you like that!”
“Why not, Slick?” she had sobbed through the door, confused as fuck with her eyeball throbbing.
Like a love-sick fool she had told Slick all her secrets. He knew all about the low-down trench life she had lived after their violent tragedy. He knew she had been passed around from man to man and sold for top dollars like a piece of raw meat. He also knew that Dirty Mike’s blade had destroyed her womb and robbed her of the honor of ever carrying a child. Of ever carrying their child, like both of them had once dreamed she would do. And now that he knew she had rolled around in the gutter and he was up on all the nasty, no-mercy shit that life had thrown at her, he was saying he didn’t want her no more?
“Why not?” she had pleaded with him again. “We already been through the worst shit ever together, Lil Slick! Don’t nobody love you like I do, and can’t nobody love me like YOU!”
“All that shit was way back then!” Slick had barked on her. “This is now!”
“But we used to be so close! We dreamed together! We made promises to each other! We mighta been kids, but we made some serious plans for our life! What about Switzerland? We were gonna get married there! Don’t you remember that shit? We was supposed to raise all of our babies there! What we went through in your mother’s house was real bad, but me and you didn’t die that day Slick, and our dreams don’t have to die neither!
“All that dreaming shit is over!” he had barked again. “My grandmother taught me how to put that shit in the past and keep living for today, Jewelz! Like you said, me and you was the lucky ones! We made it out alive!”
“Well at least you had your grandmother to take care of you!” she shot back at him hard. “I didn’t have nobody to hold me in the middle of the night except the next perverted fuckin trick!”
“That life is over, Jewelz,” Slick repeated quietly. “Forget all that shit! All of it! It’s fuckin over!”
Yeah, he had crushed her lil heart real good for her that night, but when she looked back on it Slick had gotten one thing absolutely right. Her life was over. Jewelz’s blood cancer had recently come back. And even though the doctors thought she had a small chance at survival and they said she should fight it, Jewelz knew in her heart that she was fighting a losing battle this time.
She stared at herself in the mirror and sighed. She’d only been taking the chemo for a little while, and other than her hair loss she didn’t look all that sick on the outside. It was her insides that were on fire. And the part of her body that burned the worst was her heart. It burned for revenge.
Jewelz didn’t fear death because she knew everybody had to go. Her days in this world might be numbered and coming to an end, but before she left this earth she was gonna bloody-bath all the bastards who had ruined her life! Straight up massacre all of them!
She already had a plan lined up for Chimp Charlie and Fat Donnie. But Dirty Mike aka Handgun Goody? Jewelz grinned and shook her head. That nigga shoulda stabbed her in her heart instead of her uterus. Slick putting her on to him felt like a sweet treat directly from the man upstairs.
Jewelz was still smiling as she pulled a purple silk nightgown over her head and climbed her weary bones in bed. She fluffed her designer pillow and grinned her ass off ’cause she wasn’t a helpless little kid laying poked up on the floor no more. She was in her grown-woman pop-a-mothafucka assassin bag now, and she was planning on saving Handgun Goody, the slimiest and the grimiest savage of them all, for last.
CHAPTER 9
A Queen’s Wrath
Joel Samuelson, a senior executive at the New York Diamond and Jewelry Exchange, had a rock-hard little boner that just wouldn’t quit. He was ass-naked and sprawled on his back on the crisp white sheets of the downtown W. Hotel.
Wrapped in a velvet bag and secured inside of a blood-red briefcase on the floor was a five million-dollar diamond that he’d stolen from the most protected chamber of his company’s vault. Joel and his sexy pet monkey had been embezzling company diamonds for more than two years now, but this one was by far the most brilliant stone they’d ever dared to take.
It was a risky move that could have landed Joel in prison for the rest of his days, but the half-million dollar bonus called “sweet money” that he’d been fronted from his underground investors made the gamble well worth the risks.
Besides, him and his little monkey had no worries about their thievery being discovered. A fake, but identical, diamond would soon be hand-crafted to such a degree that not even a highly-trained eye could tell them apart.
The fabricated fake diamond would then be slipped into the vault in the original stone’s place. It would be months before the switch was detected and anyone realized the real thing was gone.
But by that time the original diamond would have already been smuggled out of the country and sold for a handsome sum on the international black market. Joel Samuelson would be sipping Chablis on a luxury yacht off the coast of a beautiful island in Thailand.
And his gorgeous pet monkey would be good and dead.
Joel gazed up at the naked monkey who was grunting and grinding as she hovered over his lap with her legs cocked open wide. They made one hell of a diamond-jacking team, and while for her it was strictly business, for him there was lots of freaky pleasure involved in it too.
He ran his fingers over her boldly curved hips and wrapped his hands around her tiny waist. She was honey-colored and gorgeous. Her beautiful hazel eyes and long curly hair were a bonus to the stunning curves on her perfectly proportioned stripper’s body. Joel grinned inside. Not only did she have the best piece of heart-shaped ass in the whole universe, she was the key to his financial success.
“Oh, yes! I love your beautiful cock! Fuck me deeper!” the monkey shrieked dramatically as she bucked her hips and rode him like a prime racehorse. “Deeper!” she demanded. “Give it to me deeper!”
Joel knew it was all an act and she was pretending to be a white chick in a porno video, but it was definitely doing the trick. He lifted her off of him and flipped her ass-down on the bed. Spreading her beautiful legs wide apart, Joel buried his face in her hot sticky pussy and licked and sucked her clit until her grunts and moans became real as hell.
