Baltimore Chronicles (15 page)

“Fine. I will go with her for the weekend if you let me go to a party with Veronica and my friends first,” Danielle said, leveraging against her mother.

“She will be here on Saturday morning to get you so have your ass back up in here. You act like spending time with her is going to kill you. You should try to appease her as much as she does for us. When she cuts us off your lips gonna be poked out. If that happens your hot ass ain't gonna get those little stripper-ass outfits you like to wear,” Dana threatened, blowing a ring of smoke toward her daughter.

“Whatever. I'll be here. Yeah, sure,” Danielle said, grabbing her purse and heading out the door.

 

Danielle rushed up the street switching her hips as hard as she could. She smirked to herself at all of the cat calls she received from the little hood-rat dudes in her neighborhood. “Yo, Dani…I will fuck those pumpum shorts right off that fat ass,” a little corner boy called out. “Niggah pa-lease! I fucks with real hustlers. Hand to hand is played out!” Danielle screamed in response, craning her neck in true ghetto girl fashion. She finally made it to the end of the block and she spotted who she was expecting to meet. Danielle's heart jumped in her chest. He was so damn sexy. Danielle let a smile spread across her face at the sight of the gleaming silver Benz S550 he sat in. She rushed over to the passenger side and slid in.

“Damn, baby girl, you got my shit on wood with them li'l shorts,” Sticks said, licking his lips. He had something for this little hotty he thought to himself.

“Two weeks and you can't handle seeing me in shorts?” Danielle asked, leaning over to kiss her new man. She was so excited when Sticks had stopped her in a party. Everybody in Baltimore knew that Sticks was down with the Dirty Money Crew, including Danielle and her little friends. Danielle felt extra special that he had chosen her out of all the girls in the club that night. Sticks had told her she reminded him of Lauren London. Danielle got that same comment all the time, but coming from him it had made her blush. That night Danielle gave Sticks her number. Her best friend Veronica had stayed up with her all night waiting for him to call…he never did. Three days had passed and Danielle had gotten a little depressed. Then when she least expected it, Sticks showed up at her high school. It just so happened it was a day she had decided to attend her classes. She had rolled her eyes at him and told him off. Sticks had laughed at her and told her he liked the way she looked when she was mad. He grabbed her hand and led her to his car. He had called her every day since.

“Where you wanna go, mami? The world is yours,” Sticks said, tossing a money stack into her lap. Danielle's eyes lit up. She didn't want to seem too thirsty by picking up the stack and counting it, but she wanted to so badly.

“I wanna be wherever you are. We could sit in this car all night and I'd be happy,” she replied. That's exactly what Sticks wanted to hear. He liked the little pretty girl but he also had bigger plans for her. Before he put her to work he wanted to run up in that fat ass and that is exactly what he intended to do.

 

Sticks took Danielle to get something to eat at Ruth's Chris…one of his favorites. Danielle had never been to a real restaurant like that. The closest she had gotten was when her sister had taken them out to eat at the local Olive Garden.

“Thank you for dinner baby. I really appreciate everything you do for me,” Danielle said, smiling causing her deep dimples to show.

“Yo, ma, you know I keep it one hun'ed right?” Sticks asked in his serious tone.

“Yes. Why what's the matter?” Danielle asked.

“I want you ma. I know I said I wanted to wait until you was seventeen and shit. But I think a niggah fallin' for you,” Sticks said deceitfully.

“Ohhh, Sticks I already fell for you,” Danielle said, leaning over into the driver's seat so she could kiss him.

“Come home with me,” Sticks said.

“Okay, anything for you,” Danielle said. She had never felt the warm feeling she was feeling inside right now. It must be love she was thinking.

Those were the words Sticks wanted to hear. He knew as soon as he gave Danielle a taste of the dick, her young mind would be his to mold.

Sticks and Danielle entered the doors to Scar's luxury condo wrapped together. They were in a tangle of arms and legs, kissing and licking each other hot and heavy. Danielle straddled Sticks around the waist and he held onto her plump ass. They thrust their tongues down each other's throats as Sticks carried her up the stairs toward the bedroom in a rush. Danielle's breathing was labored as her heart hammered against her chest bone. Her ears were ringing, she was so excited. Danielle had only had sex with two other guys and they were young boys. She was scared to death.

Sticks lay her on the bed and started kissing her bare butter colored thighs. Her shorts were hitched up so far into her crotch she had a serious camel toe. The sight turned Sticks on immensely. Danielle's thighs trembled. No matter how hard she tried to control her nerves she couldn't. Sticks licked down her thighs to her calves. Then he lifted one of her legs and licked behind her knee. “Mmmm,” Danielle moaned. Sticks' actions were sending needle pricks all over her body. Like an expert, Sticks stealthily removed her shorts before she even knew what had happed.

He stared down at her young, fresh, pink, unblemished flesh. “That's a pretty pussy,” he grunted as he slid his hands up her shirt and pulled it over her head. He unsnapped her bra with one hand as he kissed her deep. Danielle felt so hot she thought she would explode. She didn't know what to expect, but she knew she wanted it badly. She just wanted Sticks to keep touching her and taking her. When Danielle was fully naked Sticks got off the bed and stood up to look at her. He stared at her like she was a fine meal that he was about to devour. Danielle had her eyes closed but when she didn't feel him anymore she opened them.

“What's the matter?” she asked, closing her legs.

“Nothing ma, I just wanted to admire your beauty. You are really gorgeous,” Sticks said.

He didn't tell many chicks they were gorgeous, but Danielle really was. Her skin was smooth and seemingly untouched. Sticks thought she looked so pure. Not like some of the scarred up, sagging tit, chicks he fucked with normally. Sticks removed his clothes and climbed back onto the bed. He placed his mouth over hers and they kissed again. This time it wasn't wild and lustful; instead it was slow and steady. It made Danielle feel loved. While he kissed her, Sticks used his knee to part her trembling legs. He grabbed his rock hard dick and guided it to her flesh. Danielle jumped.

“I'm not gonna hurt you,” he wolfed. Then he gently entered her.

“Aghhh,” she let out a gasp. A sharp pain shot through her pelvis. Sticks moved in and out of her slowly at first. His eyes popped open. He was shocked by the feeling he got from her body. Sticks didn't expect her pussy to be so tight. She really felt like a virgin. Sticks was even more enamored with her now.

“Aghhh, aghhh,” Danielle grunted, biting down into her lip. The sounds of her moans and the suction he felt from her tight walls made Sticks' head spin. He pulled out of her to keep himself from busting a nut.

“C'mere,” he whispered. Pulling Danielle up off the bed, he lay down and guided her on top of him. She straddled him and sat down on his dick. “Aghhh!” she screamed out from the pain. She wasn't ready to take all of his thick, long tool. She was paralyzed with pain. Sticks grabbed onto her hips and guided her up and down on him until she started feeling more pleasure than pain.

“That's it, ma. Slow and steady. You like this dick or you love it?” Sticks asked her.

“I love it!!” Danielle screamed. “I love you!” she continued. Sticks didn't return the four letter word, but he was damn sure glad she had said it. Sticks could feel the nut welling up inside of him. He began pumping his hips which caused Danielle to bounce up and down. Her titties bouncing in his face was turning him on even more. He lifted his head slightly and took a mouthful of one of her nipples. “Oh, yes!” she screamed. Sticks sucked hard and fucked her even harder. He felt it welling up. He moved faster, and faster.

“Aghhhh! I feel something!” Danielle hollered. She had never had an orgasm so the feeling that was busting through her loins made her pump on the dick even harder and faster. She didn't feel pain anymore just pure hot, wet pleasure.

“Uggghhh!” Sticks growled, his body stiffening and jerking as he released his hot load. Danielle felt his liquid dripping back out of her. She was too hot and too in love to think about any consequences.

“Oh my God,” Danielle cried and she lay on top of Sticks' perfect chest. He was silent. The way he usually was when he was thinking hard. Sticks couldn't believe this little inexperienced girl wound up being the best sex he'd ever had.

Derek felt like he had eaten a jar of paste. His mouth was dry and his throat ached. He swallowed hard trying to fight his nerves as the court officers led him into the courtroom. He had almost shit on himself when his lawyer came to his cell earlier that day to tell him that the jury had reached a verdict in his trial. Derek knew a fast verdict like that could go either way fifty-fifty for conviction or acquittal. Derek could only pray that the jury was made up of reasonable citizens who would take into account his service to the community and city of Baltimore.

As he was led in, Derek noticed Archie's wife, kids and parents seated in the courtroom. His heart jerked in his chest. He still couldn't believe that everyone would actually think he had something to do with Archie's murder. Derek had been an usher in Archie's wedding; he had been the one to bring the entire DES hand rolled cigars when Archie had his first baby; it was just crazy that none of those facts were allowed to be brought out during the trial. Instead, the prosecutor's office had made Derek out to be a demon who killed to cover up his misdeeds. They had painted him as a low life who worked for the very criminals he was putting away. Although Derek had got into shit, some dirty shit with Scar; no one knew it was because Scar was his baby brother. Derek normally hated drug dealers and what they stood for, but he had made a promise to his mother to always take care of Scar. Derek had taken that promise to heart and it had landed him in hell.

Derek averted eye contact with any of the other Maryland State Troopers in the courtroom—including Chief Hill and Rodriguez. Derek finally took his spot behind the defense table and sat down. To him it felt like the lights in the courtroom were super bright. He felt like a huge stage spotlight was shining right on him. He adjusted his tie to get some air. Derek felt like he'd suffocate, the air in the courtroom seemed so thick and stale. Different that he had ever remembered it feeling during the trial. Derek couldn't help but think the worse—he was going to jail for life. He said a silent prayer. He could feel sweat dampening the underarms of his shirt and sliding down his forehead. The news cameras were rolling and Derek could swear he could feel the heat of the entire world's eyes on him through the camera lenses.

“All rise. The honorable Judge Irvin Klein presiding,” the court officer called out. The sound of wood creaking and bodies shifting seemed unnervingly loud to Derek as everyone in the courtroom stood up. Once the judge was behind the bench everyone returned to their seats.

“Remain standing Mr. Fuller. We might as well get this over with as quickly as possible,” Judge Klein instructed. Derek felt his legs get weak and almost buckle. He took a deep breath.

“Jury have you reached a verdict in the matter of the State of Maryland against Mr. Derek Fuller?” the judge asked. A sickening hush fell over the room. Derek's stomach let out a loud growl. He had nervous bowel syndrome. He hunched over slightly, it was all he could do to keep himself from throwing up or shitting on himself.

“We have your honor,” the jury foreman said, standing up slowly. He was a rail thin white man who had been a military police officer. Derek's defense attorney had tried to dismiss the man during voir dire, arguing that he would be prejudiced and overly sensitive to a police murder, but the prosecutor had fought to keep him and won.

“Jury what say you?” Judge Klein asked, looking over the edge of his wire rimmed glasses at Derek.

“As to count one of the indictment of murder in the first degree we the jury find Mr. Derek Fuller guilty,” the foreman read. Derek's legs buckled and he fell back into the hard wood chair. The courtroom erupted into pandemonium. Cameras zoomed into Derek's face. Archie's wife cried out in part joy and part agony. Other officers in the room began cheering and jeering.

The court officers rushed over to Derek and grabbed him up out of the chair. Derek was in shock. Flashes of anger sparked through him.

“I gave my life for this fucking city! I am a cop and this is how you mu'fuckas repay me? I was the one who gave the D.A. details about Scar Johnson! I'm innocent! You bastards! Can't you see this is a set up! I didn't kill Archie! I didn't kill anyone!” Derek screamed as the court officer manhandled him. Derek thrashed against their grasp violently. He wasn't going down without a fight. Derek knew he didn't stand a chance at sentencing.

“You all will regret this shit! I'm fucking innocent!” Derek continued. The court officers finally got him into a tight arm bar and forcefully removed him from the courtroom. Derek continued his rant, but it just fell on deaf ears. The entire city of Baltimore had pegged him as a cop killer and a crooked cop.

 

Chief Hill smiled and gave Rodriguez a pat on her back. “I guess you did it,” the chief said, chuckling a little. A pang of guilt flitted through Rodriguez's stomach. She knew that without the evidence she had planted Derek's attorney would have been able to establish reasonable doubt in the case.

Rodriguez hung her head in shame. Here it was one of her fellow officers was just convicted of killing another one of his peers and their fucking chief was celebrating. It was a tragedy either way you put it. Rodriguez realized that the department was being racked with corruption and disloyalty. She didn't know who to trust anymore. She really believed some criminals were more loyal than some cops. When Chief Hill threatened to blackmail her, Rodriguez got a harsh reality check that every cop had a price and in Baltimore, dirty justice was up for sale to the highest bidder.

Rodriguez looked down at her Bulova watch. She had to meet up with one of Scar's workers for her final payment. Part of her agreement with Scar was that if Derek was convicted Rodriguez would get an extra fifty thousand dollars. Rodriguez told herself that after she collected the money she would not play on Scar's team anymore. She had other plans for her life; including trying to be a good daughter and big sister. She was the leader of her family.

Rodriguez rushed out of the courthouse. She wanted to pick up her loot and then go pick up Danielle.
Maybe I'll take her shopping to celebrate,
she thought. Rodriguez definitely knew a little something about the hard knock life. When their mother escaped their abusive father and ran to Maryland from New York, all she had was her children and the clothes on her back. Being Puerto Rican down in the south wasn't easy. Her mother did odd jobs like clean people's houses and wait tables part-time. She took care of them the best she could. The entire family was teased and ridiculed for being Hispanic, including Rodriguez. She worked little odd jobs as a kid and through high school to help her mother out. When she decided to join the police force it was as if she had struck gold. They were used to living piss poor and having a stable income, no matter how modest, was better than living paycheck to paycheck from dead end jobs.

Just thinking about the turn her life was taking made Rodriguez angry with herself. She swore that this was going to be the last crooked thing she did. With her mind heavy, Rodriguez drove up to the new warehouse where Scar's new crew of young gunners had set up shop. She felt more comfortable coming to the deserted warehouse because it was on the outskirts of the city and since it was a new spot for the crew none of the police knew about it yet so she didn't have to worry about anyone associating her with drug dealers. Rodriguez picked up her cell and sent a cryptic text to the phone number Sticks had provided her. It was a code to let Sticks know Rodriguez was outside to collect her money. Rodriguez waited.
Bang! Bang!

Rodriguez almost jumped out of his skin. Someone had banged on her car window. Inhaling deep and exhaling slow, Rodriguez tried to calm the thundering in her chest. She was finally able to control her trembling hand long enough to press the window button.

“Why the hell are you sneaking up on me like that?” Rodriguez asked, using her arm to touch her gun for assurance.

“I just like fucking with you that's why,” Sticks said, cracking up like he was watching the funniest comedy show. “Ay yo!” Sticks called out a little code he and the crew used. Suddenly, the iron gate to the warehouse slowly began rising. Rodriguez put her car in park and stepped out. She heard rap music blaring and could smell the weed smoke from outside. There had to be about twenty guys inside the warehouse. Some were at a table counting money. Some were bagging drugs. Some were in different stages of sexual acts with girls. But most of them were standing guard with huge assault weapons in hand. Rodriguez thought it was a shame how Scar was leading the youth of Baltimore astray. None of the Dirty Money Crew members were older than seventeen because Scar knew that meant that they would be charged as minors for most of the crimes they committed. Rodriguez felt like shit inside being a part of Scar's destruction.

“Yo, Trail get this bitch her pay,” Sticks ordered. Trail gritted his teeth. He fucking hated that Sticks tried so hard to act like Scar—ordering him around like they hadn't started out together on the same level. Sticks was taking this stand-in role as leader to the head and Trail was growing more and more fed up by the day. Trail walked slowly to retrieve the money. Rodriguez looked around. She remembered a time when she would be running up in a spot like this taking everybody to jail. She scanned the room in disbelief and then she spotted someone that almost made her faint. Rodriguez squinted and blinked her eyes thinking that they were deceiving her.
That can't be her,
she though. Just then she rose up from the chair and turned around. “Baby, I'm done with this stack,” Danielle yelled to Sticks. She locked eyes with Rodriguez and she stopped breathing for a minute. Danielle started coughing. Rodriguez let an evil look take over her face as she stared at her.

Danielle quickly turned around and walked in the opposite direction of where her sister stood. Danielle was shocked to see Rodriguez there. Rodriguez was equally as shocked but she knew she would risk putting Danielle in grave danger if she grabbed her up like she wanted to. It would reveal that Danielle was affiliated with law enforcement and put her in harm's way. Rodriguez was fuming inside and she couldn't stop staring at her little sister.

“See something you like over there? I didn't know you liked to lick pussy. Yeah you look like one of them dyke bitches,” Sticks said, snapping Rodriguez out of her trance.

“No, I'm just admiring how you are keeping stuff together while Scar is away,” Rodriguez fabricated on the spot. Just as she said that Trail returned with a small knapsack and threw it at her feet.

“Fifty. Like Scar told you,” Trail said dryly quickly turning his back and walking away. Danielle sat down on one of the couches and looked at her sister up and down. She put her head to the side and twisted her lips.
I can't believe her ass is a dirty cop. Oh, I'ma have a field day with her paper now
.
She gonna pay me. I betcha mama don't know about this,
She thought to herself. But she knew that she could never let Sticks find out that she was so closely related to Rodriguez. Being down with a cop was a sure way to get herself killed. Danielle would never reveal her secret to the crew. Especially not before the big day they all had been planning for. After their up and coming lick, Danielle figured she would get enough money that she wouldn't have to spend time with her lame ass sister. She would be able to support herself and buy herself all the fly shit she wanted. Danielle planned on putting in work and making her own loot.

Rodriguez took one last look at her before she turned to leave. Danielle saw her looking so she got up, walked over to Sticks and began tonguing him down. She wanted her sister to know that she was grown and she was establishing her own independence.

 

Back in her car, Rodriguez slammed her hands on the steering wheel. She was livid. How could Danielle be so stupid? Getting involved with a crew of criminals. She was even madder at herself that she had sold her soul to the devil and now the “good role model” she tried to portray to her impressionable sister was shattered. “She can't be involved with Scar's crew. I will put a stop to this shit,” Rodriguez mumbled to herself. It took her a while to pull out. She kept contemplating getting out of her car, storming back into the warehouse and snatching Danielle out of there by her hair. She could picture herself shaking her until her damn brain stem came loose. She was just that angry. Finally, Rodriguez let reality set in and rationalized that it would be way too dangerous for them both because the Dirty Money Crew weren't afraid to kill a cop. Feeling totally helpless, Rodriguez finally pulled out and drove off. Her new mission was to save her sister before it was too late.

 

Tiphani lowered her head as she finally heard the news reporter's words.

“Today, former Maryland State Trooper DES Detective Derek Fuller was found guilty of first degree murder for the death of DES officer Christian Archie. Fuller's sentencing will be held next month. The prosecutor's office is seeking the death penalty in the case.”

Tiphani had a frail smile on her face. She was torn between a whirlwind of emotions. She thought about her life with Derek and how he had tried so hard to please her. She felt slightly guilty and responsible for his entire downfall. Then she thought about her kids. How would she explain all of this to them? Tiphani felt horrible that they would grow up without Derek and the only memories they'd have is all of the news and media reports that their father was a crooked cop and a murderer. Tiphani closed her eyes and tried to make herself feel better. It was hard. She tried to think of negative things about Derek. Then she remembered that he'd tried to take her children from her—that was enough for the moment. She clung to that one thought because it helped ease her guilt. Then Tiphani thought about how she was going to look in her judge's robe when she returned to Baltimore. That alone made her feel much, much better. Tiphani was finally smiling. She let out a small laugh.