Lost Boy, page 6
“Damn!” she screamed. “Now what?”
The floor wouldn’t support the weight if the huge refrigerator anymore. The support beams underneath the house were loosening and shifting. The fire was destroying the small home completely. It was ready to give up and collapse. The fire was just too much for it. She wrapped herself up into a ball and braced herself trying to prepare for the impending impact. It fell forward slowly at first then hard with a bone-crushing thud and the whole back side panel of the refrigerator fell on top of her.
She waited a second before she made any moves. It was dark but she could hear and feel things falling on her. It was plastic and papers of some sort. She wiggled around on her back and picked up the refrigerator slightly by using her legs and tried with all her might to turn it towards the door. Almost as if it sensed opportunity the flames jumped on top of it attacking the cool air that escaped from it. The bottom of her feet stung like hell from the heat. She figured if she could just ease it towards the door using it as a shield, she would be alright. She managed to move a couple of feet but got stuck on some trash that came down from the ceilings, probably burnt up insulation. If she could just muster enough strength to clear a hole to the back porch. Yeah, that was the plan she was going with, but the reality of it all was clear as she felt the crusted-up blood that had hardened on her inner thighs and her pussy was swollen and bruised.
It was going to be hard, Hulie’s brutal assault made her sick to her stomach. It also made just angry enough to push the metal tank-like object around and lift it ever so slightly and she could see an opening on the back porch. She knew it was going to be tough, but hopefully, she’d make a dash for the door to safety. Keeping that in mind with all the force and strength she could muster, she tried pushing the refrigerator up off of her. It was much heavier than she thought. She did manage to push it up and aside exposing her to the flames even more. She pushed the panel that fell on top of her and looked around at the trash that came out of it.
She did a second take, it wasn’t garbage, but bundles of money and plastic wrapped around white looking bricks. She knew immediately what it was kilos of cocaine or even heroin. She gasped almost losing her breath.
“What the hell?” she mumbled. “This is why Carl wanted that damn thing in here. He was stashing money!”
She grabbed at one of the bundles of money and looked at the wrapper, one thousand. She backed away slowly and glanced inside the refrigerator and money was still dropping from the hidden panels inside it. The next thing she knew she heard the sounds of the firetrucks even louder in the background. They were there and the house was on its last leg. She did a double take at the money than the dope.
“Damn, I can’t just leave it here to go up in smoke,” she said.
Her mind was made up, she looked over at the linen closet next to the pantry by the side of the door and spotted some laundry bags.
“That should do it!” she said.
She crawled over, grabbed one, came back and started stuffing all that she could grab inside of it.
“There’s too much money,” she kept telling herself. “What the hell did, Carl get himself into?”
She grabbed at the white plastic wrapped packages gingerly. They were singed from the heat, but they were sealed, and nothing leaked. She continued stuffing two-five-eight, then crawled back over to the refrigerator an grabbed the rest, eleven-twelve. She looked frantically and there was no other money or dope left that she could see. Her body was still sore, her eyes were puffy, and it felt like her pelvic bone was broken. Now she had a new life, new energy. She heard the banging on the door as the firemen tried busting their way in.
It was time to go, she crawled through the door dragging the weighted bag behind her trying to dodge the hot smoking kindles in her path and all the trash that dropped from the ceiling. Something jumped on her neck and it burned, but she had to grin and bear it long enough to get outside. Halfway through the doorway, she heard a faint hissing sound that came from underneath the oven. She crawled faster because she knew what it was, the gas line. She was too close now, she fought through the pain and almost black out as she dived for the back door of the porch and tumbled down the steps making her body hurt even more. She was out, she gulped down some cooling air into her lungs and started rolling around on the dirt and grass putting out the fire on her back. Then she remembered the gas line. She grabbed at the bag got up and ran as fast as she could towards the back part of the yard near the edge of the woods. She ducked down when she heard a voice yell out.
“Go around back!” the person said.
The firemen would be in the back yard momentarily and the would spot her easily. One naked ass, burnt, black woman dazed and standing in the mud, of course, they would rescue her. She’d have to explain the satchel of money she was dragging, the dope and the fire. That would make for a very long, difficult day and she’d probably get committed. Then just like that, suddenly, the house exploded sending a cloud of ash into the night sky. She shielded her eyes and peeped. It was a blessing in disguise as she looked at the collapsing house, but at the same time, a feeling of sadness for the memories lost that went with it.
She struggled to her feet with both hands now grabbed the bag, pulling it off into the dark escape of the woods. She hunched down behind a tree as the firemen ran towards the burning structure with hoses and axes in hand. She made it finally, they didn’t see her yet, but the cops wouldn’t be that far behind them, snooping. Her mind stayed fixed bitterly on Hulie’s face as the pain throbbed throughout her aching body. She remembered Jabari’s face if just faintly.
“Why didn’t he stop him?” she questioned. “Bastards they killed my son!”
She needed to find a place to lay low for a while and get her mind together. Get her body healed and get herself a plan, with the ninety-six grand and twelve keys she had in a satchel. She’d have her day and her revenge!
Chapter Four
The sun rose high over the Cooper River Bridge as light raced into the cracked windows of the two-story condo in the upper-class section of Mount Pleasant exposing the voluptuous, sexy, ass freckled face, red bone sitting on the side of her bed. She’d been wide awake now for a while watching the sun come up as she sat impatiently by the phone. She closed the blinds slightly as the bright morning sunlight flooded the room causing her to shield her eyes momentarily then grabbed for a pair of shades and tossed them on. Her long, thick eyelashes fluttered as they adjusted to the light.
She reached over to her bedside dresser searching for the pack of cigarettes she could have sworn she’d just bought before she came in last night. She got up and grabbed the cashmere sweater slung across the top of the closet door and dug through the pockets. She pulled out a half-broken cigarette then sucked her teeth and threw the garment across the room. She lifted her shades and adjusted them on her silk, flaming red hair, then crossed her legs trying to piece it together. To hell with the promise she’d made to stop smoking...fuck that shit. She wet her full, rose-colored lips and lit it, sucking all the smoke her lungs would inhale then fell back dizzy on the king size bed.
“When is this muthafucka gonna call?” She sighed staring over at her glossy, black Samsung scanning it for texts.
Not seeing anything new she looked around the room for an ashtray then it dawned on her that she threw them all away. She’d been since reneged a while ago on that crazy ass New Year’s shit she was on, drunk at the moment it was just one of a dozen promises she slurred on and on about. Glancing down to the floor, she spotted a brand-new pair of pink Jordan’s and picked one of them up then flicked the ashes from the cigarette inside.
“It’s just ashes it shouldn’t hurt anything,” she convinced herself.
She propped up some pillows and leaned back staring up at the ceiling fan spinning round and round and started thinking out loud. “Why do I fuck with this shit anyway?” As she took another long drag of the cigarette the answer shot back at her like a light. “It’s too easy bitch!” She continued talking to herself as she went over it again for the hundredth time. “Damn, girl, it was only a week or so ago and still I haven’t seen any of my money.”
A knucklehead ass balla got himself knocked off on some ole bullshit, tricking. According to her people, he spent crazy money on crack hoes and cheap hotels. Picture that, she giggled at the thought. As much loot as he had at his disposal at any given time. He’d rather spend it playing Russian Roulette with HIV and Hepatitis. He was a fuckin’ sucka who deserved this shit, she said then flicked some more ashes into the sneaker.
His ass was easy to find, hell, everyone knew his business. Really it was just a matter of time anyway before the streets woulda got him. Her snitch told her where he’d be and all it took was a couple of calls to some crooked ass cops, she’d grown up with and boom, his twisted, crazy looking ass was in the county jail. Immediately she had his ass processed, thrown into an interrogation room and hidden away. It would have to go down quickly, they worked him physically and mentally. They told his dumb ass he was going away for life. That this was a felony and a strike.
Fuck the Fed’s, he’d do State time first, and at eighty percent. It didn’t take long, he panicked and got scared. They’d picked the right muthafucka, she knew he’d wanted to become a snitch, but she had enough of them already. If she needed to, she’d play that card later after she was finished with him. After a couple of good cop, bad cop scenarios, slaps and brutal stomach punches were administered just like in the movies. It was suggested in no certain way that maybe he’d have to get himself a lawyer.
They convinced him that he’d have to pay a lot of money getting out of this shit. They were gonna put it down on him and set him up good. They were going to smack up a couple of his crack hoe girlfriends, blame it all on him and maybe throw in a little sexual assault, rape, or after a couple of black eyes, attempted murder.
“Why go through all that?” they asked.
Once again, they suggested that maybe he could get his own self out if things were right. Not even see jail time or court, but of course, they’d have to ask their people to make sure it was ‘quote...unquote’, legit. She liked this part of it, making it her business to go down to the count joint dressed in the tightest, tittie hugging, ass fitting mini skirt she could find. She glanced over at the walk-in closet and she had many outfits similar to it. Different ones for the many moods and roles she had to play.
“Whatever!” She giggled. “It worked.”
When she got there, she let him know that yes, if he had the right money, he could walk away from all of this. She’d make this a simple matter and of course, the cops agreed, after all, they were in on it. But then he started second-guessing himself and shit, trying to figure shit out.
She picked up on the vibe. “Damn, this cat is really stupid.”
She slightly pushed back the chair she was sitting in and opened her legs wide long enough to allow him to get a good glimpse and detail what was in between her panty-less thighs. Showing itself was reddish blonde pubic hairs, revealing a pink clit hiding behind it if you squinted just right. She closed her legs and really went to work on him. She pulled her chair up closer to him playing like she was opening a folder.
His eyes were ready, he had just dropped a pencil and caught one show. “God-damn, now what?”
She adjusted her cleavage and out popped a nipple, so-called accidentally, in front of him.
“Equipment malfunction.” She laughed.
It was on, it didn’t take two minutes. His dick was hard, and a god-damn deal was in the making.
It wasn’t over with yet though. The good cop dude would come rushing in soon after whispering something in her ear, another part of the plan. Something about a stash house. He made sure he was loud enough so that he could hear. She looked up at him and smiled, suggesting once again that maybe if he had one of them stash houses, he might be able to go free today. You could see it in his face. If he told them about that he’d definitely have to deal with his partners later and it wouldn’t be good. He didn’t want to go with it.
Then on cue, the bad cop dude came in wrapping the steel cuffs around his knuckles shouting. “Fuck this shit, let’s fuck his ass up. Then lock his ass down and throw away the fuckin’ key!” She rolled her eyes at him letting him know what was going down if he fucked up and made the wrong move.
She got up and shook her fat round booty all the way to the door, opening it, then looked over her shoulder telling him she tried working with him. He’d never see her...again, ever. It’s amazing what a hard dick and some common sense could accomplish.
He was completely punked and played.
“Okay, okay!” he yelled.
She nodded to the cop to get the address then winked at him. “I got you, baby, don’t worry.” Then she let him get a good eyeful. “See you around, huh?”
He damn near snatched his dick out through his drawers and started jacking right there, both the perp and the cop. This bitch dripped sex. She hurried back to her office calling her folks on the street about the address he’d given up. It was his partner’s stash spot. He was supposed to be in charge of it. That’s where he was skimming all the money to trick. She told them they had to get there before the cops did, she’d delay them a bit with warrants and paperwork.
“Just fuckin’ get the money!” she screamed.
She was that girl, yep, that double-crossing bitch type. Her plan was set in motion. Rob the stash spot and when the cops came, they’d find scraps, a few thousand at best. Petty, of course, they would be pissed thinking that he’d lied to them, bullshitted them and renege the deal. Now they’d really punish him. Make sure he’d see jail time with busted ribs and shit. Life was a bitch!
She was smooth, she played it all too well. Her sweet Emmy award-winning, ghetto ass.
“Fuck it!” she told them. “Just split the money.”
Of course, she’d give them the lion’s share. They’d be happy with that. Whatever dope they found, which was always a couple of grams, she’d tell them to record it as evidence. A small-time dope bust, he’d get simple possession or and enough jail time for her to launder the real money and still keep tabs on him.
“Hell, give his ass a strike that’ll work in my favor later,” she said.
He would think somebody on the streets robbed him. Probably thinking one of those hoes he fucked with set him up. He’d deal with it as soon as he hit the streets, but he needed to disappear for awhile anyway. He needed time to explain this shit to his people. They were already on his ass about the tricking anyway. So, he needed to be safe for a minute and it never actually dawned on him that the actual thief was the one sending him up the road. That’s how she did business, one muthafucka at a time. It was consistent.
Charleston, South Carolina the port city full of dope boys, dealers, ballas, hustlas, whatever, all she saw was dollars. With two Beamers in the driveway, fur coats in the closet, brand new outfits, and stilettos from New York to Italy, jewelry and of course anything she fuckin’ wanted.
“Ouch!” she yelled as the cigarette burned her nails and snapped her back into the present moment. “Damn...now I gotta make an appointment.”
She got up and walked to the bathroom then flushed the butt down the toilet and flopped back in bed. She pulled back the covers exposing the naked man who laid sleeping underneath and giggled as she started playing with his dick feeling its warmth and marveling as it stiffened between her fingers. She wrapped her hands tightly around it as it seemed to explode and swing uncontrollably. She stroked it and it calmed down. He wasn’t circumcised, and she was entranced as she watched the foreskin slide up and down over his now enlarged tip. It freaked her out.
Her pussy started tingling, she felt it and it was hot and wet. She hoisted herself on top of him quickly and slowly thrust his dick inside of her then slid up and down its shaft until it was swallowed whole. She leaned forward and kissed the side of his neck, then sucked his nipples making his dick even harder inside of her. She sat deep, it hit her G-spot and she heard him moan as she grinded down on him. She rested her large titties on top of his face and his tongue reached out eagerly searching for her thick stout nipples and sucked them. She closed her eyes and her pussy juices ran down her leg and tickled his nuts.
She stroked faster and faster until she worked up a lather and he couldn’t speak. When he did it made no sense, but she had the cure for that. She started working her strong hips on his pelvis and whispered gently in his ear.
“What’s my name, baby?” she asked.
“Uggghhhh...” he groaned.
She grabbed him by the throat. “What’s my name, muthafucka?”
“Sunshine...”
“Sunshine what?”
“Sunshine Brown!”
She squeezed her pussy with all her might feeling his dick get fatter as his blood vessels thickened pushing the cum up inside of his balls to the top. Then, without warning, she came to a dead stop and slowly raised up. The tip of his head was the only thing left in her wet tightened pussy.
That fucked him up and he yelled out like a bitch. “Oh my God...oh my God!”
“No...not, God!” she said giggling as she started backstroking making her ass clap as he dug deeper into her pussy. “Not God, but who...who muthafucka?”
He grabbed at her and tried pulling her closer to get intimate. She wasn’t going for it, she pushed him back down and he tried once more but slipped from the sweat that raced down her back. She could feel the precum build up and then grabbed him by the throat again and squeezed some more. He was defeated. She felt hot sperm shooting wildly inside of her like a hose.
She started draining the life out of him and yelled. “I said, what’s my fuckin’ name?”
“Sunshine Brown...Sunshine Brown!” he yelled out.
“Sssss...give me that dick! Sunshine Brown what?”
