Lost Boy, page 13
Cleo swung wildly at her and Sunshine reached into her pocket, pulled out her gun and walked with it out towards the door. “I think you’re a smart girl.” She turned to Hulie. “I’ll be in touch!”
Sunshine walked out to her car looking across the street at the small crowd of hustlas that had gathered. They recognized her, but it wasn’t a big deal. They had cases pending and needed deals, so they knew to keep their mouths shut. Sunshine smiled at them as she high-stepped into her car.
One of them mustered up enough nerve and stepped towards her. “Cuse me...miss uh, I need to talk to you ‘bout sumptin.”
Sunshine eyed him up and down, admiring his tenacity then reached into her glove compartment and pulled out a card. She rolled down the window and called him over. Feeling confident, his tall, muscular frame swaggered as he got closer. “What’s your name?” she asked.
“Q.”
“Well, uh, Q, what can I do for you?”
“I got this case...” Before he knew it, she had reached out and started fondling his crotch. He bent over and got closer to the car, speechless.
“Why don’t you get in and tell me all about it?” Sunshine suggested.
Q wanted to damn near fly across the roof of the car, but he kept his cool and she liked that. He glanced over at the porch at Hulie still trying to restrain Cleo and shook his head. Then Hulie put up hands like, what the fuck. Sunshine leaned over, stared up at Hulie and blew him a kiss.
Q got in, leaned over and said, “I need some work...” He stared at her legs. “...done!”
She giggled and gapped her legs opened wider letting him gawk at her lace panties. “Me too...Q!” Her mind saw red as she thought about the stunt Cleo had just pulled. But looking over at Q, she said fuck it as she pondered on different ways to take her ass out and make Hulie’s ass pay for it.
Chapter Eight
Diplite couldn’t believe the shit Dirty-Red had told him. Could it be true? He wondered as he walked over to the window and peeped out, still tripping at the fact that after all this time the money that he and Hulie flamed to get came dropping right in his fucking hands. Dirty-Red told him that Nikki had confided in him about what happened and that she needed help. He had no clue that he was involved and neither did she. He kept a low profile; the police had already questioned him several times and were watching him. He was a person of interest they said, so he didn’t want his face out there like that. She never questioned why her son was killed in front of his trap. At least from what Dirty-Red had told him. Hell, she’d just now buried him so that was probably the furthest thing from her mind right now.
He put his foot up on a chair and dusted off his Jordan’s, then froze.
‘What if she did find out? Would she still want him to wash the money? What exactly did Dirty-Red tell her anyway and what kinda deal did he make to put him in the car?’
Diplite had a thousand questions and no answers. He walked over to the closet and pulled out his favorite jacket, a black, leather bomber. Her put it on, then picked up his keys off the dresser and headed out the door. He was supposed to meet them both at Dirty-Red’s and go over the plan to flip the money, then find out what he knew about her son being killed. He had to come up with something to tell them to throw them off.
He thought about it over and over again. If he could just figure out a way to take out Hulie then he’d get it all and split the difference with Dirty-Red, but it had to be something smooth. Maybe, he’d blame the whole thing on him but if he did that and they confront Hulie he could just as well throw everything back on him and Nikki would back out for sure. It was just too much bullshit from her. Hell, she might even run to ball and then they’d both go away, for a very long time and that wasn’t what he wanted, at all.
As he walked to his car and opened the door, he peeped up the street at her house, leveled to the ground in a heap of ash, blanketed at the top.
“Damn, Hulie, didn’t have to do it like that,” Diplite said to himself.
He never did get the chance to holla at him that night, but according to the way Dirty-Red described Nikki looked, it was evident that Hulie had tried to off her.
“Why the fuck didn’t he get the money?” Diplite asked no one in particular.
He slid behind the wheel of his black Mustang, then backed out of the driveway and sped up the street, he was already running late. The only other person that could finger him that night as being involved was Jabari or Rip, and Rip was dead. He’d have to get at Jabari too, but no one knew where he’d disappeared to. The chick Rip and he stayed with had to know something, but he hadn’t seen her either. Somehow or another he had to get with Hulie on the low-low and not let him know about Nikki or the money. He had to keep them separated at all costs. He needed somewhere to stash her, to get her out of the hood. He knew Hulie would come looking once he got word that she wasn’t dead.
He made a left on the main street coming out of the hood off Montague Street. After driving by his trap house to making sure everything was good, it suddenly dawned on him...his sister. He could just stash Nikki with her somewhere and have his sister keep an eye on Nikki, the loot and Hulie all at the same time.
“Yeah, that sounds like a plan!”
Dirty-Red sat on his porch looking up the block as Diplite’s car turned the corner coming his way. He’d closed down shop for a couple of hours so that he could handle the business at hand and sent Wood to the liquor store. Nikki sat close by watching as well.
“Dat him?” she asked.
“Yeah!” Dirty-Red answered.
“Damn.” She leaned up and watched him as he pulled into the driveway. “I ‘member when hem ben just a lil’ ole ting.”
Dirty-Red smiled and said out o the corner of his mouth. “Still is.” Then he got up and dapped him. “Yo’...wassup?”
“Wassup?” Diplite glanced Nikki’s way. “Ms. Nikki!”
Nikki got up and walked towards him. Diplite could see a slight limp and some bruises around her face, but she was still fine as all hell. He hated to have to fuck her over, but it was necessary, and all apart of the game.
“You okay?” Diplite asked as he hugged her, tightened his hands around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
His head was damn near swallowed by her titties as she squeezed. He got a hard-on and was hoping she felt some sort of way.
Nikki pushed him away slightly and looked him up and down. “How’s Cleo?”
“A’ight.”
“Good.” She grabbed him by the hand, and they followed Dirty-Red into the living room.
On the table was a duffle bag and she walked towards it past Dirty-Red and emptied its contents onto the table. Diplite was so shocked he gasped.
Nikki smiled. “Dis it!”
****
Finally, Hulie was able to sit back in the tub, relax and wash his ass...well, Cleo washed his ass.
“Uh, yeah, girl...the back...ahh, right der...”
Like a baby in her hands, she gently scrubbed him as sweat dripped from her forehead from the steamy hot water making her skin moist to the touch. Hulie peeped up at her and caressed her face as she soaked the soothing soft sponge.
“Damn, girl...you really love me, huh?” She looked into his eyes and smiled, then continued. Hulie got up and lifted her in one swoop, then tenderly kissed her face. “Take dem clothes off and come in here wit’ me.”
After letting her down gently, Cleo reached around her back and unsnapped the button on her mini-skirt causing it to fall softly to the floor. Hulie started unbuttoning the blouse she had on and unhooked her bra-strap. He looked her up and down as she moved about, ever so gracefully as she stepped back out of her clothes in one motion. Standing in front of him with just a thong on made Hulie’s dick rise and poke stiffly to the left like a banana. She stepped forward and stroked it then, played with the tip with her thumb until he purred.
“Don’t tease me like this...” he said.
Cleo pulled her thong off, stepped closer to him and rubbed the head of his dick on her soft, trimmed pubic hairs and his knees buckled. His eyes fluttered as he stared into her kinky Chinese eyes that fucked him up every time. Her soft, cocoa-brown skin was nearly flawless as her long straight, jet black hair set off her look and made muthafuckas stop dead in their tracks. Her body was petite and slim, but yet full of perky titties that stood firm with thumb sized nipples and a dark-nickel sized ring around them both that almost made Hulie cum just staring at them.
Cleo knew all of this, she knew she was fine and that men would do anything for her, but somehow, Hulie was different, maybe he just wasn’t the average man. She never knew what angle he’d come at her with. He’d smack her up a couple of times, then make mad passionate love to her and afterward, cry like a little bitch. She shared that with her mother once and her mother told her point blank that he was sick, that he needed help and she’d better do something quick before he killed her. Cleo paid her mother’s words of advice no mind, it went in one ear and out the other. She had no doubts in her mind that Hulie loved her and it would only be a matter of time before her peeps came around to seeing that.
Hulie watched, trying to figure out what to do to satisfy her seductively, horny ass. She’d been so used to tricking and at a hundred dollars and a better nut, muthafuckas would come up with all types of shit to get their monies worth. If not, they knew just by looking at her long enough, they’d cum quick and lose, then be assed out.
‘Fuck ‘em,’ Hulie thought. ‘This bitch belongs to me, I own this pussy!’ “Come ‘er!” Hulie grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly towards him.
Submissively, she rubbed her hands across his broad hairy chest, tickling him and he responded by cupping her ass and pulling her closer, making his dick sit snuggly between the gap in her thighs, rubbing her clit.
“Oh, Hulie baby...” she moaned as he hoisted her up and angled his dick into her pussy, then bought her down on it.
Her head tilted back as he thrust the full length into her and pumped ravishly, like an animal, he lowered himself into the tub with her still on his dick and sat down. The soothing, heated water electrified them both as their senses exploded from the rush. Hulie leaned back and gripped the side of the tub.
Cleo lifted up her legs with both arms and spread them over his shoulders. Hulie looked at her like, what the fuck, his dick was fully in her and it felt good. she leaned back and balanced herself in his lap. Then with both hands, she grabbed the railing and started spinning herself in a 360-degree angle.
“Goddamn, girl!” Hulie yelled out. “Oohhh, muthafucka...oh, yeah!” She spun and stopped, then looked at him and he hollered. “Please...please...don’t stop!”
She moaned and continued to corkscrew her pussy around his dick until she felt him swelling up inside her. Then she turned facing him, let down her legs and eased up off him softly. He was sweating and breathing so hard he could barely speak as she started positioning herself in between his legs and lifted his waist out of the water enough so that his now huge dick flopped around like a small whale ready to blow. She opened her mouth and swallowed him whole down her throat and slowly sucked.
“Oh...God!” Hulie screamed out.
Cleo rubbed the head of his dick around her tongue and licked the tip of it like a lollipop and rubbed it around her face letting her wet hair tickle his groin. He couldn’t take no more, he grabbed the back of her head and eased it down until he felt himself all the way in the back of her throat and she stopped resisting. He let loose and pumped until he started cumming, she swallowed his cum in one shot. He went limp on her tongue and she washed his head with it. His body shuddered as she kissed it, then he fell backward and closed his eyes.
“Baby...you alright!” Cleo asked.
Hulie opened up his eyes ever so slightly and said, “Yeah...I’m...a’ight!”
Cleo curled up in his arms as they both let the water sooth their bodies and looked up at him, then of into the ceiling and said to him, “Hulie...I love you!”
He stroked her hair and answered, “Believe it or not...I love you, too, baby!”
Cleo didn’t even want to look up at him, she wanted the moment, for life. A grin appeared across her lips as she heard him snooze, then begin falling asleep.
“Finally, Mama, I told you he’d come around!” she said to herself.
Cleo laid snug in Hulie arms as he stared off into the abyss of the night. His mind wandered aimlessly. He stroked the back of her neck tenderly, occasionally looking down on her and smiling. They’d been fucking the better part of the evening. All in all, he really did like her, as much as his gruff persona would allow him to show. Hulie was smooth in some ways, but he was still a two-bit thug in every sense of the word, and he couldn’t change that.
He tried wrapping his mind around the idea of taking her off the streets. He didn’t need her money and so far, she’d proved to be a thoroughbred bitch. He just needed to get his money straight and his shit in order. He needed to find the money he was still looking for. A couple of hundred grand would easily award them the luxury of chilling somewhere South of the Bahamas.
“Maybe it might be good if she moved in, it’s a good time to ask,” Hulie said to himself. Then he turned toward her and shook her softly. “Hey, baby...wake up!”
Cleo opened her eyes as she yawned, then smiled rubbing cold out the corner of her eyes. “Yeah, babe...what’s up?”
“I was wondering, well, actually thinking about making a move.”
“What kinda move...you need some money?” She asked excitedly as she prodded herself up on her elbows. “I told you if you needed some money, I could...”
Hulie put his finger to her lips, shushing her. “Nah, it ain’t like that. I mean...” He pointed out the window. “I need a change of scenery. I’m tired of this shit. I can’t get no peace and hell, you see what the bitch did earlier.”
“That hoe!” Cleo reached over, pulled out her cigarettes and lit one up. She was clearly still frustrated over the dispute she’d had earlier with Sunshine. “That bitch needs her ass kicked!”
“Well, it’s comin’...one day.”
Cleo turned his way. “If you want...I can do her a little something...”
Hulie looked at her and shook his head. “You talkin’ ‘bout...offing her ass?”
“Hell yeah...I can do it, Hulie, if you want me too!”
Hulie opened his eyes wide. ‘Damn!’ he thought. This bitch would kill a muthafucka for me. “Damn, baby, suppose she was like a chick on the side or something?” He laughed waiting for her response.
She put the cigarette out in an ashtray and swung her legs off the side of the bed. “Well...I’d be real careful with that, ya know.” She got up sucking her teeth and walked into the bathroom, leaving Hulie in bed with the answer he was looking for.
She would kill him, too. “Now I don’t want this bitch to move in at all, matter of fact, she don’t need to know shit.” He said to himself.
“Hulie...what is it you wanted to know?” Cleo asked.
“Just thinking, uh, maybe we should start going to...uh better clubs instead of those holes in the wall spots.”
She peered her head out of the bathroom. “Okay, let’s go downtown then. Meeting Street...I can wash up and put on my make-up real quick.”
Hulie got up, walked over to the window and stared out of it. “Take your time, babe.”
He thought about the bullshit from earlier and he definitely needed to eventually find a way to take Sunshine’s ass out of the picture. She was becoming too much of a problem, but still, she was a DA and it wouldn’t be easy. Somehow, he needed to figure her in on some shit, a flam...something she couldn’t wriggle out of.
“Hey, Hulie!”
“Yuh?”
“Remember, I said I had something to tell you?”
Hulie sat on the edge of the bed, checking messages on his cell. “Wassup?”
“I heard on the block that Ms. Nikki is still alive.”
“Who?”
“Ms. Nikki, she was the one who everyone thought was killed in the fire up in Liberty Hill! Remember? Hulie turn off your phone. The chick that was caught in the fire...T-Black’s mother, remember he was found dead, too.”
“So, they found his mother, uh...Nikki?”
“Ain’t that some shit. Then on top of that, I heard she found some money or something too. Probably T-Black’s stash, they said it was a lot.”
Hulie was already at the bathroom door. “Found some money...”
Cleo looked up and tripped, he moved that quick. “Yeah, they said she had a lot of money or something, but so far it’s just a rumor.”
“You sure?”
“I guess, but you’d have to ask my brother. That’s his hangout spot. He’d know one way or another.”
Hulie scrolled through his voice messages and Diplite’s name came up a couple of times. He’d been trying to get in touch with him.
‘Yeah, that’s what’s up,’ he thought as he put it behind his back as she came out of the bathroom with a towel on. “I’ll find out something later. Come over here and hold me.” He hugged her, stroking her long, soft hair.
“Oh, baby...” she cooed in his arms.
‘She did good,’ Hulie thought.
He’d have to get up with Diplite and find out if this shit was true and if it was. He needed to get his goddamned money before someone else did.
****
“Seven...eight...nine...ninety-six. Damn, that’s a nice piece of change!”
“Damn, right.”
“So, Dirty-Red, you my witness, right?” Diplite turned towards Nikki. “Ninety-six gees on the head, those the numbers?”
“Uh...huh!”
He sat down in the chair in front of a small oakwood desk where the money laid, looking over the bundles and rubbing the brow of his forehead. He knew Hulie was more than likely looking for it, and he’d have to act fast. At the same time, he’d have to careful not to bring any suspicion to himself.
“Check it out, the only way to flip this kinda bread is in the country.” That was the same lie he’d told Hulie.
