Crazy Summer (28 page)

“Is there any kind of way she could benefit us?” Summer asked softly as she thought of the saying,
Keep your enemies close.

Kiki didn’t respond; he just stared angrily at Red Bone. Then he shrugged his shoulders, removed a small caliber revolver from his waist, and looked at Summer.

“Is there anything you wanna say before she leaves?”

Summer walked over to Red Bone. Their eyes were fixed on one another; it seemed as if they were distance sisters or something. Summer touched her bloody face.

“I’m sorry, okay?” she told Red Bone as tears started to stream down her face.

“Summa’, please give me another chance. Please don’t let him kill me.”

Summer kissed her forehead and stood up. She reached her hand out for the .32 revolver. “I’ll do it,” she told him.

Kiki hesitated for a moment, but when he saw Summer wasn’t bullshitting, he handed her the gun. Summer took it and popped the cylinder out to make sure it was loaded. She then slammed it back inside and gripped the handle carefully as if she knew what she was doing. She aimed the gun perfectly between Red Bone’s breasts. Her finger rested on the trigger, but before she pulled it, she swung the gun around and aimed it directly at Kiki. His eyes widened, and his reaction made him reach for the gun. Summer pulled the trigger, and Kiki jerked his hand back, shaking it like he had stuck it in a fire.

“Bitch!” he growled.

She pulled the trigger two more times, hitting him once in the center of his chest and in his throat. He stumbled two steps backwards, clutching at his neck. He wanted to stop the bleeding, but he knew it was too much to control. He finally collapsed to the floor, staring directly into Summer’s eyes.

“I’m sorry, Kiki,” she whispered, then stepped forward and aimed between his eyes.

Boom!
After pulling the trigger, she quickly turned toward Red Bone, who was still staring in shock. Not because she was scared, but because she would’ve never thought Summer could kill someone. As Red Bone smiled halfheartedly, Summer quickly helped her to her feet.

“I’m sorry, Summa’,” she uttered softly.

The door opened, and Bookie walked in with a Glock 40 in his hand. Summer and Red Bone looked at him. His eyes were deadly, but he was down with the lick. The entire plot had been planned perfectly; everybody knew about it except Red Bone. When Summer told Mama Elizabeth that she wanted in, she told her the only way that would be possible is if she killed Kiki, because he was a major threat.

Red Bone stood, her face covered in blood. Tucking away his gun, Bookie pulled his knife and approached Red Bone to cut the tape from her ankles. After he cut the tape from her ankles and wrists, she quickly walked over to Kiki and spit a hunk of blood in his face.

“Bastard.” She turned toward Summer, and their eyes met. “Anything you need, jus’ let me know.”

Summer placed two of her fingers underneath Red Bone’s chin. “Listen to me.” She paused. “You hear me?”

Red Bone nodded like an obedient child. “I hear you.”

“As of today, you work for nobody except me. You don’t take orders from nobody except me. Not even the police, Red Bone. Is that understood?”

She nodded again. “Yes.”

Summer looked at Bookie. “Can you handle everything?”

“I’ll wrap him up and bury him good. Whazzup with her?” he asked, pointing at Red Bone.

“I’ma take her to the hospital. Make sho’ this place is clean because we don’t want any evidence, okay?”

He nodded.

After the two ladies left, Bookie stood over Kiki’s body. He leaned down to check the pulse in his neck, and to his surprise, Kiki was still alive. Bookie took his knife and plunged it hard in his chest. He removed it and repeated the action, driving it with brutal force.

*****

Later that night, Summer was at Mama Elizabeth’s house. She had changed her clothes and made sure Red Bone was taken care of when she dropped her off at MCG. She and Mama Elizabeth were sitting outside in patio chairs overlooking the lit swimming pool. They were in deep thought. Mama Elizabeth turned her head toward Summer, who was raking her hair with her fingernails.

“You know Kiki was buying fifteen keys a week. Now I know you’re not in that kind of position financially, but I can start you out with seven on consignment.”

“And at what price?” Summer asked.

“Nineteen thousand a piece.”

“And if I came up with the money upfront?”

“Listen, Summer, I got an old connect from damn near twenty years ago.” She paused. “And I’m not in a position to take any losses. Now, I told you that I would fuck with you on the work, and I’m a woman of my word. It’s a new drug game now. You got the x-men, you got your meth team, and then you got Cush, purple thrax and dro. The weed game is damn near dominating the cocaine. My advice to you is that you take a slow grind.”

Summer sat up and fixed her eyes on Mama Elizabeth. “I’m a quick thinker. I’m capable of handling any task that comes my way, and right now, I got the strip club and know at least three guys who were working for Kiki. I’ma collect the tabs from each of them, and with that money, I wanna cop some work. Twenty keys a month.”

“And who’s gonna help you?”

“I was banking on Bookie. I’m sure he’ll ride with me.”

“Okay, I tell you what,” Mama Elizabeth said. “You get your money up, then come back and see me in three days. Now, Summer, I don’t need no heat from the feds.”

“Just let me handle my end,” she said. Then she stood up, grabbed Mama Elizabeth’s hand, and kissed it.

A few days later, Summer met up with Susan, the real estate agent, at Apple Bee’s restaurant in Evans, Georgia. Summer parked next to her in the parking lot, got out, and hopped in the passenger seat of her car.

“Good afternoon,” Susan chirped happily. She removed a thin stack of photos from a manila envelope. The pictures were of a five-bedroom house, split level, and on seven acres of land. The two-car garage was separated from the house.

Summer flipped through the photos one by one. Some of them showed a huge spacious kitchen with an island stove and marble countertops. All of the bedrooms were huge with nearly twelve-foot ceilings and wall-to-wall carpet.

She looked at Susan and said, “I’ve seen everything except a price.”

“One point six million.”

“Too much at the moment.”

“What can you come up with?”

“Maybe a hundred and twenty, hundred and thirty.”

“How soon, Summer?”

“A week from today. So I’m assuming the house is in Columbia County?”

“Yes. I picked it out. The school location is excellent for the kids. I’ll handle the paperwork and try to set the mortgage at about twenty-five hundred a month. Will you be able to handle that?”

Summer gave a sly grin. “It wouldn’t be a problem, trust me. But, I wanna be moving in by next week.”

“That can be arranged. Let me ask you a question. What kind of business do you do?”

“Import/export, and I’m seeking investors,” Summer replied.

She reached over and slid her hand underneath Susan’s skirt. Susan’s eyes widened, and she quickly scanned the parking lot to make sure no one could see them.

“You make me so wet,” Susan whispered.

Summer inserted two fingers deep inside Susan.

“I may need you to take a trip. Is that okay?”

With her eyes closed and twirling her ass around in the seat while trying desperately to cum, she bit her bottom lip and said, “I’ll do anything for you.” 

Summer worked her fingers faster and deeper inside of Susan’s vagina until the juices covered them. “You promise.”

“Yes. Yes, baby, I promise.” And she meant it.

*****

A week later, Summer purchased brand-new furniture and had it delivered to her mother’s new house. She drove her mother and the kids there, and each of them was amazed at the beautifulness that surrounded the neighborhood. The closest house to theirs was nearly the length of two football fields away. As Summer drove the Lexus down the paved driveway, even she was amazed. She thought of it as their baby castle. The brick house sat on spacious land.

“Mama, how I’ma get to the boxing club from way out here?”  Lil’ Danté asked.

Summer looked at him through the rearview as she turned off the engine. Her face expression was the same, not an angry wrinkle. Lil’ Danté was looking more and more like his father, and the twins were covered in facial hairs.

“Let me handle that, okay?” She looked to her mother sitting next to her. “Mama, this your new house.”

After everybody got out the car, Summer handed her mother the set of keys. Mrs. Diane walked up toward the front porch; thick pine straw was scattered everywhere. Summer removed her cell phone and hit Bookie on speed dial. He answered after three rings.

“Whazzup, lady?” he asked, already knowing it was her calling.

As Summer watched everybody walk inside the house, she said into the phone, “How’s everything going?”

“Jus’ picked up some old tabs. You know, some money that was still in the streets.”

“Like how much?”

“Big number. Over half a ticket.”

Summer thought briefly. She knew a ticket in the streets was really a million dollars. Therefore, he’d collected over half a million from some of Kiki’s workers. Summer knew her position, and she also knew Bookie was down with her. She thought about seducing him or at least inviting him out for a nightcap, but it seemed as if he didn’t show much interest in her.

“Where you at now?” she asked.

“I’m comin’ down the twenty, heading that way from South Carolina.”

“Good. I’m at the new house with my mama and the kids. You can come straight here so we can talk.”

“I’ll see you in about forty-five minutes.”

“Okay.” 

She pressed the end button and entered the house. Inside the living room, she stopped and looked around. She was impressed at how the interior decorator had everything laid out. There was a huge expensive Oriental rug laid on a majority of the floor. African art covered the walls. She went upstairs and walked into the first bedroom on the right. The walls were painted a soft pink for her daughter, giving it a girlish look. The bedroom set would be delivered the next day. Summer went into the hallway, where the twins met her.

She looked at them and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“We wanna know how you got this house?” Jeremy said.

Her eyes went from one twin to the other. She had a feeling they knew what she was doing, but she damn sure wasn’t about to tell them. Summer took a deep breath; she hated lying to her boys.