Bankroll Squad (12 page)

thirteen

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weetback and Bone dropped Tricia off at the car wash and gave her $150 for cab fare and something to eat. They called Malcolm and explained

their standpoint on the whole Waller situation and that they didn’t want to take it any further than it had already gotten. Catfish was anxious to go pick up his wife, but Malcolm was wary that it might be a setup and didn’t want to go for the “Okie dokie.” However, when Tricia called Catfish’s cell phone from the pay phone booth and all she could do is cry for the first few minutes, Catfish jumped to his feet and said that he would go get his wife with or without Malcolm. Malcolm felt his pain, and told him to give him a couple minutes to call for back up. He called Prince Tron, Luther, and Marco, and all three arrived within the span of twenty minutes. Malcolm’s plan was to drop Tracy off at the same location that they were picking up Tricia. They all hopped into the Escalade; and all five of them were carrying firearms with military strength scopes and ammo to go with each gun. When they approached the car wash, they saw that there were no vehicles there. They checked their surroundings, and when it looked like it was fine, they pulled the SUV into the car wash parking lot. Before they could even stop good, Tricia came running from the side of the building towards the SUV. At first it scared the men, who had pointed AK’s and M-16s at the female that seemingly came out of nowhere. Catfish hollered at everyone, “put the guns down!”

Malcolm dropped the AK when he saw the familiar face, and everyone else followed his lead. Catfish unlocked the door and Trica jumped into the truck, crying frantically.

“They ... they ... they ... killed her...! Catfish, they killed her! Malcolm, Catfish, they-!”
“Tricia, calm down a second. Tell us what happened. Who killed who? ”Malcolm inquired.
A look of horror was displayed on Tricia’s face as she stared straight ahead without responding.
“Tricia!” Catfish screamed.
Still no response. Tracy, recognizing the symptoms of traumatization, slapped her across the face, surprising everyone. Tricia instantly snapped out of her trance and slapped Tracy right back across her face. Everyone in the SUV started smirking despite the seriousness of the situation.
“The people who kidnapped me, killed my best friend, Bonnie!”
Catfish was beginning to get irritated.
“How the fuck did Bonnie get in this shit?”
Tricia dropped her head down because she knew that she had disobeyed her man.
“I ... was at her house and they-”
“What the fuck were you doing at Bonnie’s house when you were supposed to be in Boston?!” Catfish blared at his wife.
“I was sick of having to leave
my
home,
my
city just because of these
games
that ya’ll are playing in the street! I’m sick of this shit Catfish. I can’t keep living like this.”
The SUV got quiet as Tricia started back crying. Malcolm opened his door and got out with out saying a word. He shut the door and got on his cell phone. After about five minutes, he climbed back into the truck.
“Tracy, I told Sweetback that I was going to drop you off here so that he could pick you up and he said “fuck that broad.” And hung up on me. What’s the deal with you two?”
“Fuck that nigga! He care about his child, but he don’t give a damn if I die or live. He hates me!” Tracy said.
Malcolm checked his watch and saw that it was about time for Brink and Pam to check in.
“Well hey ... look ... I’ll personally take you to wherever it is that you’re trying to go in a couple of hours if you can wait, because right now I have something very, very, important that I need to tend to.”
Tracy was more than happy as she thought about the possibility that she would be able to spend more time with Malcolm.
“I can wait. I’m ready when you’re ready.”
Catfish started the vehicle and started to head back towards Malcolm’s estate when he remembered something.
“Say Tracy, didn’t you say you knew who The Wolf was?”
All eyes turned towards her.
“Ah ... yeah ... why?”
“Do you know where he stays?”
“Of course I do, it’s only about ten minutes from here.” Catfish glanced at Malcolm, and Malcolm nodded his head, letting Catfish know he was on the same accord.
“Okay ... show us where he stays at.”
After Tracy showed them where The Wolf stayed at, the Squad decided that they would handle him later and let Malcolm handle his business. Like Malcolm, everyone else was anticipating Pam’s return, and hoping that she would return with good news. They headed back to Malcolm’s estate and waited on them.

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Pam was a failure. When she told Malcolm the news, it hit him like an anvil and he felt sick to his stomach. His face displayed a look of disgust and his mind was gently approaching panic mode. Marco was raising hell, talking about how the Dynasty Cartel was going to lock the city down. Luther was speechless; he had never been in such a situation in his life. He was used to the Bankroll Squad’s coke coming like clockwork 24/7. Catfish just twiddled his thumbs because that wasn’t his line of work anyway. He was still pissed off about the Kyla situation, and even more so now that they knew where The Wolf stayed and he was still breathing. Prince Tron was also pissed, but what could he do but what his leader ordered him to. Brink tried to take up for Pam.

“Malcolm, this girl tried her hardest man.” “Fuck that Brink. Her hardest was definitely not hard enough,” Malcolm said while getting up off of the couch.
He walked over to Pam, who was standing up with her head down and her hands behind her back.
“I’m sorry Malcolm ... he just wouldn’t give me a chance,” Pam said somberly, as she raised her head up to his chest, still avoiding eye contact.
Her self esteem was shot. She really wanted to prove that she could do whatever Kyla could do but she had not been very successful.
“I wouldn’t give anybody a chance if they were dressed like you’re dressed. You don’t look like you went to conduct a drug deal, you look like you went to set a motherfucker up and have him killed.”
If those same words were spoken by anyone else, they would have had no effect on her, but when Malcolm spoke those words to her, she could feel the hurt and pain deep down in her soul. She was embarrassed and didn’t enjoy being made a fool of by the very man that she wanted.
“Malcolm, no one told me what the damn dress code was supposed to be!”
“Ohhh, so you figured that you would just dress like a slut and that would be fine?”
“I didn’t dress like a
slut
, Malcolm, I dressed with taste, something your honky wife doesn’t have and Kyla will
never
have!”
“What?! Get a taste of my front door, then get a taste of the highway before you get a taste of blood in your mouth!”
“Malcolm!” Brink and Catfish shouted at him in unison.
“Bro, you know it’s not Pam’s fault. I say we fix the root of the problem ... The Wolf,” Catfish blurted.
“Naw Cat,” Malcolm said.
“Actually this
is
Pam’s fault. It’s her fault because she’s a jealous and conniving bitch who always wants to try to outdo Kyla in some form or fashion.”
When Pam heard him say that, a single tear rolled down her face and she finally looked Malcolm in the eyes. She wanted to search his gaze to see if he actually meant the words that he was speaking to her, or if he was speaking out of frustration and anger. She stared into one of the coldest gazes that she had ever seen Malcolm form, and was immediately at a loss for words. To her it felt like her heart had short circuited and her life had vanished right before her very eyes.
“Malcolm ... I’ve never told you this ... but I have always loved you. That’s why I tried to outdo Kyla all the time. I wanted your attention. I wanted you to love me in return.”
Pam wiped her eyes and took a deep breath.
“Just telling you the truth about how I feel makes me feel a whole lot better. Now ... I just wanna ask you one thing Malcolm. Why wouldn’t you love
me
?”
Malcolm had a confused look on his face.
“Pamela, first of all, this is the first time that you’ve ever revealed your feelings to me. I couldn’t read your mind. Second, how could I love a woman who is scared to be herself. If a woman is scared to be herself, then I’m scared of who she really is.”
Pam stood there for a moment, letting the words sink in while finally coming to grips with reality. The reality was that Malcolm did not love her, nor would he love her anytime soon.
“You know what Malcolm? You’re absolutely correct about your assessment of me. I’m really not being myself. Here I am with a college degree and I’m still risking my life and my freedom by playing these silly games in the streets. I could have ended up like Kyla ... a beautiful woman with a college degree who may never make it out of the hospital. It was fun in the beginning, the lure and attractiveness of large sums of money coming at breakneck speeds, but now I walk ... I will no longer risk my life for the Bankroll Squad again. I’m rich; as we all are, so I don’t see the point in continuing this lifestyle.”
Pam kissed Malcolm on his cheek, turned and walked out of the mansion, leaving everyone’s jaws hanging on the floor. Everybody knew that Malcolm had over reacted; as he tended to do a lot of at times. Pam walked out of the organization. She was finished.

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Dexter had 590 kilos of coke left. He had been successful in putting The Dynasty Cartel in control of only one of the Bankroll Squad’s trap houses. The leaders of the other trap houses declined the offer, saying that they would just wait it out a while. The house that he put the Dynasty Cartel in control of wasn’t that difficult of a task since it was actually the same house that Marco had put him in control of for the Bankroll Squad. Rally gave Dexter a small crew and told him that he had thirty days to show him that he deserved to be a boss. Dexter accepted the stipulations, but he had butterflies in his stomach because he had never been in such a powerful position before in his life. He definitely didn’t wanna’ let Rally down, but he just wished that he could have as much faith in his own self as Rally had in him. Diaz and Rally were at the estate sitting back watching the two strippers that they had hired play in the pool. Diaz always went to the strip clubs and recruited the best of the best. He always paid them $2,000 a piece to spend the whole day with them, but Diaz, nor Rally ever paid them any attention unless they wanted to have sex.

“They look like dolphins,” Diaz said as he watched the naked girls swim from one end to another.
“Well shit ... you certainly treat them like damn dolphins,” Rally remarked.
“How so?”
“It ... certainly doesn’t take a genius to answer that question Diaz. All you do is feed them little pieces of fish and let them play in the water!”
Both men started laughing at the wisecrack. The men got silent as they watched the women climb out of the pool, water glistening off of their bronze and brownish skin tones. The short girl’s pussy was so fat that they could see it hanging almost 30 feet away. Diaz felt his self getting an erection and decided to quickly change the subject before he ended up locked in a bedroom for the rest of the evening when it was still business that needed to be handled.
“Rally. You think your little brother can get off of all of that coke? It’s damn near ... what ... a life or death responsibility, am I correct?”
Silence from Rally as he twisted the top off of his bottled water and downed two pills.
“Diaz, if a man can’t move 600 kilos in a drought, he don’t deserve to live. Kin or no kin. It’ll take about a week before people start realizing that Dynasty runs the city again, so until then, let the dealers stay in denial. Once they spend everything but their re-up money waiting on the Bankroll Squad to make it out of their drought, they’ll have no choice but to switch sides. This is not about loyalty, this is about business. If, in one week, we haven’t gained control of Trapquarters ... then we’ll buy the house across the street to trap out of and let the hustlers in Trapquarters know that we mean business.”
“That’s a helluva stunt boss. I like that shit.”
“Diaz, I don’t need a co-signer, my credit is A-1!”
Rally then stood up, tossed the empty bottle of Viagra onto his seat, and jumped into the pool to be with the girls. SPLASH! The girls started giggling and then jumped back into the pool after him. They were a part of the Bankroll Squad under Kyla’s prostitution ring. They hadn’t heard from Kyla in almost two days, and her cell phone was going straight to voice mail, so at first they decided that they would wait until she finally felt like calling. But this was urgent. They had heard way too much juicy information in the past seven hours to keep waiting on Kyla to call. The girls knew what they had to do now. They had to contact Malcolm.

fourteen

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yla was still in the hospital dreaming. Dreaming about that life altering day when Malcolm licked her to sleep. No one had ever satisfied

her, in any way, to the capacity that Malcolm had satisfied her. The doctors figured that she wouldn’t be in a coma that much longer the way her vital signs were improving. It was still not clear if she would be able to talk or walk or even if she would be able to speak coherent sentences when, and if, she regained consciousness.

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When she awoke in the Hampton Inn, the music had stopped playing and all the lights were off except for the glow from the television. She smiled when she realized that she had gone to sleep cuddled up next to Malcolm. Her mind wondered off as she started replaying the sexual torture that Malcolm had administered to her that evening. As she got up to go use the bathroom, she noticed two things ... two potential problems. One, was that she had not returned to work. The red Pizza Hut heating bag was just sitting on the table beside the keys to the store’s delivery vehicle. Her boss must be blazing hot by now. She was surprised that he hadn’t called the police yet. Two, was that she had a ten page project that was supposed to be due in two days. She had told Malcolm earlier that day that she had quite a bit of research that she needed to double check before she made her edits and drafted her final copy. She made it up in her mind that she would confront him about this after she came out of the bathroom. However, on her path to the bathroom was one of the most absurd things that she had ever encountered. It was a path of roses. Not even on TV had she ever seen a path of roses leading to the bathroom. It just didn’t seem as though it made good sense to form something so pretty and delicate to lead to the place where humans go to take a dump. She wanted to question Malcolm about the purpose of the flowers, but she figured that she would let him get a few more minutes of sleep since he was sleeping like a baby. She used the bathroom and stood at the sink rubbing soap on her hands before noticing the bright red tomato paste on the mirror. On second thought, maybe it was lipstick. After reading the words, she knew that it was time to wake him up.