Boogie Down Bronx, page 7
“You lying bitch!”
“Get the fuck off! How the hell did you find me?” she squeaked.
Wild Man shrugged. “I followed my nose and sniffed your stank ass out.”
“What do you want? Why you choking me?”
“You sent that weak nigga to my crib the other night to fade me, didn’t you!”
Honore squinched her face up. “What?” she whispered shaking her head wildly. “What the hell are you talking about? No I didn’t! I ain’t send nobody nowhere!”
“Bitch stop lying! Your shit is wide open! You sent that lil punk-ass nigga to my crib and I poked a bunch of holes in his ass!”
“Boy what the hell is you talking about! I swear to God I didn’t send nobody to your house!”
“So why you run off then, huh?”
“You ran off first, fuck you mean!” Honore hissed. “You snuck off to go bone some other bitch as soon as I started snoring! I woke up and your doggish ass was gone! You left me in there by myself!”
“That’s because a coward with a banga was coming in my window!”
“Yeah, right! Save that old bullshit for somebody else! You was out there swinging that dick! Get the fuck offa me!”
Wild Man’s eyes hardened and narrowed into little slits as he gripped her up and clenched her neck even harder. “Don’t fuck with me,” he warned. “I’ll push your shit back right up against this wall. Fuck around and find out.”
“W-why you gotta bring this shit to my damn job?” Tears came to her eyes as Honore realized he was up on her game. “What the hell do you want?”
Wild Man’s grin grew even wider.
“I want what was in that red briefcase, sexy mama. Matter fact, I want a piece of every muthafuckin criminal thing you got going on, pretty lady. I want in.”
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Cucci Momma was all eyeballs, corneas, irises, and pupils as the fine Asian guy in the business suit stood yoking Honore up against the wall in the midst of the busy showroom.
His left arm was wrapped completely around Honore’s shoulders and the huge bouquet of flowers he gripped hid the fact that his other hand was choking the shit outta her cousin’s neck.
The Asian was grinning his ass off. He had run up on Honore so smooth and breezy it looked like he was her loving bae and about to tongue her down.
“What the fugg is that nigga doing pawing Honore up like that?” Cucci muttered under her breath as she peered at the pair. Her family loyalty had her about to rush up on that bastard and dig the edge of a stapler into the back of his head. But her conniving instincts checked her and told her to chill right where she was so she could watch and learn.
The two of them exchanged a bunch of words and Honore looked real red in the face when ol’ boy finally let her loose and stepped away. Cucci knew something was up for real when he didn’t even give her the flowers he had brought with him. Instead, he waited until Honore nodded her head and took off walking real fast down the hall, then he headed toward the exit and dumped the flowers in the garbage can on his way out the door.
“Uh-uh,” Cucci shook her head. If she wasn’t by herself at the reception desk she woulda sprinted her nosey ass behind Honore like a track star. “I know I ain’t the only one who peeped that shit.”
But as she glanced around the busy showroom where every member of the staff was working with a customer and doing their own thing, she knew she was.
She smirked and drummed her long, gel-baked nails on the marble counter in mad irritation. You couldn’t trust no damn body these days. Not only was Honore still holding out on her, Cucci had called that FBI hotline again and screamed on them muthafuckas for shooting up the whole damn beauty parlor the night they came gunning for her cousin’s head.
“Y’all bitches is some slow-ass amateurs!” she had blasted hard on the bastard who answered the phone. Cucci wanted that moolah but she felt guilty as fuck behind getting her cousin shot. “All I wanted was the reward money, stupid! Y’all was supposed to lock her up, not shoot her in the ass!”
The agent on the line had the nerve to act bored and front her off like he didn’t know what she was talking about. He denied knowing anything about the tip she called in or the $100,000 reward money she was due, and he told her she could come into the office in person if she wanted to file a complaint.
Cucci wasn’t stupid enough to walk up in no government building telling no crazy stories. This was the Corrupted States of America and wasn’t no telling what them snakes woulda done to her if they got her behind closed doors. Prolly woulda made her disappear into the solitary guts of some secret underground torture chamber or some shit.
But not trusting the FBI was one thing, and not trusting her own cousin was something else. Yeah, something fishy was up with that Asian dude and Honore, and as soon as somebody came to take over at the reception desk Cucci Momma was gonna find out what it was!
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Jewelz couldn’t even front. It was the fourth time she’d been up in Handgun Goody’s crib and she was feeling comfortable as fuck. Her body was relaxed, and for once her mind was completely mellow. Laid out across Handgun Goody’s bed, she was listening to The Weekend’s new jam as she puffed on the best purp in New York City.
Jewelz toked and exhaled again. She enjoyed the way the stress left her body as the cloud of smoke drifted up to the ceiling. Since she wasn’t going to the hospital to undergo her chemo treatments, this was the best form of therapy for her weakened body. The combination of smooth music and good weed put her at ease, and she was totally relaxed and at peace as she lay in the center of Goody’s bed like prey in the middle of a spider’s web.
The sensation of her warm skin up against the cool designer sheets of the very nigga she planned on eradicating felt exhilarating to Jewelz. It gave her such a rush.
Some people used love to ignite their inner fire, some used hate and anger. But for Jewelz it was vengeance that got her going. It burned hot way down in the pit of her soul. It’s what compelled her to stick to the script instead of simply decapitating Goody’s fucking head right off his shoulders as he lay sleeping beside her at night.
But even though she kept it real with herself regarding her intentions, Jewelz just couldn’t deny the way Handgun Goody made her feel inside. There were parts of her heart that were conflicted as fuck as she fought to separate the sins of Dirty Mike from the virtues of Handgun Goody. Yeah, the charming drug kingpin mighta been a G’d up beast of a nigga in the streets, but here, behind closed doors, Goody was a loving bae and he treated her like nothing less than a queen.
They had spent a long night of hot sex together the night before, and Jewelz was so exhausted by the time the sun came up and Goody got ready to head out that he had told her to just stay in bed and hold his crib down until he came back later that night. He had some important bizz to handle with his brothers he said, and Jewelz instinctively knew that whatever his business was, it was related to his brother Chainsaw’s murder.
Jewelz had been standing right by Goody’s side when they buried Chainsaw, and the way that nigga had sniveled and carried on like a lil bitch was a sight to behold. Matter fact, the devastation that she’d seen on Goody’s face was exactly what her and Slick had been hoping for. It had been confirmation that they had hit that nigga dead in his heart, which made the job Jewelz was doing truly worthwhile.
Goody had cried all over her titties when they got home after the funeral as she held him in her arms and stroked his face with soothing words. And when he reached down and rubbed her ass, then closed his warm lips down on her nipple and started flicking it with his tongue, Jewelz had given up the ass and rode his dick like she was an innocent little angel.
Today she had spent the whole day sleeping and lounging around in Goody’s bedroom. A few of his dick boys were out there in the living room keeping lookout, so Jewelz couldn’t just roam around and search the joint like she wanted to.
By nightfall she had decided to get lifted again, and she was lost in the haze of her thoughts when the bedroom door swung open so fast she almost dropped her lit blunt down on the bed.
It was Handgun, dressed in all-black and bulked up with what Jewelz recognized as a bulletproof vest under his hoodie. He looked at her with a cold stare as he stood there with a strong grip on his .40 cal.
“Hey, what’s going on,” Jewelz asked as she sat up and set the blunt in an ashtray. Goody’s face looked like cold death and a rush of fear suddenly surged through her. Dressed in a wife-beater and a thong, she was strapless and she didn’t know what kinda insane shit was on this nigga’s brain. He looked like he was in a zone, the same way her Zip ’em up Crew members looked after they had just dropped a couple of bodies.
“What’s wrong,” Jewelz asked again, licking her lips nervously. “You ’bout to clap at me or something?”
Goody’s demeanor changed and his whole body relaxed as he strode over to the bed and sat down beside her.
“Nah, baby. Never. I could never do you no harm. I’m just feeling real good right now, that’s all,” Goody said. His eyes looked wild and his chest heaved up and down. He tossed his gun down on the bed next to Jewelz. Then he took off his gloves and his hoodie and said, “Shit got real out there tonight. I ain’t been on this kind of high in a long, long time.”
Jewelz knew that look in his eye and the feeling he was describing very well. Not only could she smell it on him, she could damn near taste it. She knew without a doubt what Goody had been doing out there in them streets. The only thing she didn’t know was exactly who he had smoked. A part of her didn’t even wanna know.
“I guess them niggas thought I had a pussy between my legs,” Handgun said as he turned to look at Jewelz.
She forced a puzzled look onto her face and he nodded like he understood her confusion.
“Don’t worry. It should be on the news in a minute and you’ll see what I’m talking about. We just put in work and made a movie outta every last one of them bitch-ass niggas. Grab that remote baby. I want you see how me and my hittas get down.”
Jewelz tossed him the remote and Goody clicked on the huge flat screen television. He turned to the local news where they were busy reporting on a recent carnage.
“…Ten people were murdered in a bloodbath tonight that spanned at least two boroughs. Six men and four women were found shot to death in what looks to be two closely-related gangland killings. The dead were all alleged members of a drug and prostitution ring led by Anderson Archer, better known in the underworld circles as Bajan Andy. Police are canvassing the area in an attempt to locate any witnesses who can provide information related to the crime. No arrests have been made yet in connection with the murders…”
“C’mere, girl,” Goody said as he leaned over and pushed Jewelz down on her back. He was so excited from his kill that his dick was hard as hell and his rough hands roamed all over her curves.
Goody got undressed and knelt on the bed with his dick pointing straight at her. He lifted the edge of her wife-beater and then pulled that shit completely over her head.
Jewelz’s bouncing brown beauties leaped free and jiggled up and down as the cool air hardened her nipples. Hooking his hands through the side of her thong, Goody ripped the fabric and tore that shit straight off.
Jewelz understood his frenzied desire. She had no choice but to play along with the program, and when he placed his strong thigh between her legs and spread them wide apart she didn’t resist.
Goody shoved his dick up in her guts dry.
Jewelz winced, and bit her lip to keep from hollering. Handgun plunged his joint in and out of her, stroking her down with a beastly fury. Jewelz was yelping and scooting up toward the headboard trying to get away from his violent thrusts, and when he realized that her cries were coming from pain, he immediately stopped and pulled out.
“Damn, I’m sorry, Jewelz. I ain’t mean to hurt you, baby. You know I would never do nothing to hurt you girl…”
Goody kissed her lips and trailed over to her neck. His fingers found her clit and he massaged it slowly as he licked her collarbone and tongued her earlobe.
Jewelz’s nipples were pointing straight at the ceiling and Goody lowered his head and pulled one between his lips and gently sucked it. That shit felt good and Jewelz moaned a little bit. Taking this as a positive sign, Goody’s hands got to roaming again. He slid down her brown body and kissed a trail down her stomach. He paused at all the old scars that she told him had come from female troubles, then he kissed them tenderly and lowered his head and licked out her pussy until she was nice and wet.
Licking her juice from his lips, he guided his hard dick to her wet slit and entered her properly this time. Slowly, he inched his hard dick forward until it was jammed up in her and packing her tunnel, and then he rotated his hips and got to fucking her again.
“Is that better, baby?” he whispered as he grinded up in her.
Jewelz nodded and wrapped her long legs tightly around his waist. “Yeah. Much better.”
“You know I luh you right?” Goody muttered as his swinging balls slapped her ass and he pounded his rock hard meat deep up inside her. “This some real good pussy, bae. You know I luh you girl…”
Jewelz had been dying to hear those words coming out of a man’s mouth for the longest time, and even though she knew it was just Goody’s balls talking, it still felt good to hear it. Warning herself to ignore his lil pillow talk, Jewelz arched her back and squeezed him between her thighs as she submitted to his frantic humps and thrusts.
Goody was consumed with the need to get him a nut, but staring over his shoulder at the television screen, Jewelz wasn’t really thinking about sex at all. She was replaying that news broadcast over and over in her mind, and it caused her to push back a big lump that had suddenly risen in her throat.
Andy wasn’t the best or the worst crook that Jewelz had ever known, but he had been real cool with her. Him and Haitian Tisha had treated her decently when she started working for them, and they made sure that she was straight at all times.
And now, because of her, Andy and his whole squad had been laid out over some shit they didn’t even do. It could all be charged to the cut-throat game they all played, but deep inside it still made Jewelz feel some kinda way.
CHAPTER 7
Never Trust A Grimy Ass New Yorker
It was early Saturday afternoon on Fordham Road, and Wild Man was parked on a busy street across from a popular dress shop. Young and old, male and female, people of all sorts walked up and down the streets in both directions.
Fordham Road was the Bronx’s version of Brooklyn’s Pitkin Avenue. There was an array of bustling stores that offered cheap items such as clothes, shoes, electronics, and of course lots of pizza parlors, hero shops, Chinese restaurants, and other random storefront places to eat.
Wild Man had been waiting on a special phone call ever since he had yoked Honore up at her job, and he was on a big one right now. That slick bitch had ducked out on him, and no matter how many times he hit her digits he came up dry.
So he had switched up his tactics. Instead of hunting for Honore, he had put a tracker on somebody that he was sure would lead him straight to her. And right now Wild Man had his eye trained on a sleek white Bentley that was being driven by a fat black man who looked like King Kong.
Wild Man cruised behind the stylish whip as it slid into a parking spot across from the Korean-owned dress shop. An older gentlemen with light skin and a long wavy ponytail sat on the passenger side of the front seat, and a beautiful woman rode in the back.
The chick was Honore, and Wild Man was itchin to snatch her up by her scheming neck again. He had finally managed to get with his tech-head cousin Phu who worked for Intel. His cuzzo had informed Wild Man that the device Noodles had been carrying was actually a high-tech video camera, and after downloading the film Wild Man saw some shit that took him completely by surprise.
As he watched the footage play out on his cousin’s monitor he saw a large group of people participating in some sort of celebration. As Wild Man checked out who was clicked up with who, it wasn’t long before the answers to all his questions fell right in place.
No wonder Noodles had gone up to Westchester on a find-and-destroy recon mission! No wonder his scoob had been so fuckin careful with his suspicions that he wanted to go in alone and get the evidence first, before telling anybody else about it.
Noodles had been so smart and so fuckin loyal that he had gotten enough proof on tape to send the Zip ’em up Crew’s whole house of cards tumbling down.
All Wild Man could do was shake his fuckin head as he watched what was going down on the screen. Because the video that Noodles had shot on the day he died was proof that Honore’s scandalous ass was into some shit that was even deeper than what he had suspected.
Noodles’s video had shed light on the fact that scandalous Honore and the vicious old head Sly McFly were clicked up tight together, but it also proved that their boy Whitey was dirty as fuck too. And somehow Honore was deep in the bed with him. Grinding her ass under the covers with that rat just like a bitch in heat.
Wild Man knew there would be plenty of time to chop off Whitey’s head, so right now he killed his engine and just sat and watched the car that was parked in front of him. Minutes later the older cat hopped outta the front passenger seat of the Bentley and pimp-walked around to the back passenger door.
He paused for a few, surveying the scene, and when he was satisfied that everything was legit he opened the door and Honore got outta the back seat looking immaculate as fuck.
Wild Man took a moment to admire her sexiness as she walked into the dress shop. She was a dime piece for real. The first thing that came to his mind was “project princess.” But Honore was business savvy too, and you could tell she was about her bread. He already knew she wasn’t just a pretty face who fucked niggas for an outfit and some sneaker money. And she wasn’t the type of chick to wait around for a nigga to make no moves for her neither. Honore was a get-money bitch who had a deadly game on her. She was street and sweet all in one grimy, dangerous package.
