Gutta Mamis (13 page)

Ignoring his empty threats, Roni held the torch in one spot and watched Dennis' flesh burn. Dennis yanked and pulled with all his might, but Roni had the rope so tight that it was close to cutting his skin.

“Where the dough at, muthafucka?”

“Fuck you, bitch!”

“Oh, I see you wanna be one of dem tough muthafuckas, huh?”

Roni pushed the flame up between Dennis' legs and let the flame rest on his nuts. It took less than five seconds for him to submit. “Ah shit! OKAY! OKAY! The safe is in the closet! It's in the closet!”

Roni pulled the handheld torch from beneath Dennis' legs and set it down. Then she walked over to the closet, opened the door,
and spotted the safe off to the right. “What's the fuckin' numbers, nigga?”

When Dennis took a little too long to answer, Roni calmly walked back over to the torch, picked it up, and pushed it toward his testicles again. The hot flame had barely touched his skin when he started yelling out the combination.

Roni opened up the safe and smiled when she saw the stacks and stacks of bills laid neatly in the safe. She strongly suspected that he had more money than that in the house, but this would do…for now. After loading the blue duffle bag with the cash, Roni grabbed a pillow off of Dennis' bed.

“I got some good news for you, D! I'ma let yo' ass go!”

Dennis breathed a sigh of relief, believing that he would make it out of this nightmare alive. His moment was short-lived as Roni finished her statement by saying, “To hell!”

She laughed as she put the pillow to the back of his head and pulled the trigger.

Roni zipped down Buckeye Avenue on her way to Jasmine's house. She couldn't wait to show her the dough from the lick she'd pulled. If this didn't show Jasmine that she was still a down-ass Get Money Bitch, nothing would. The last thing she wanted was to get kicked out of the crew. She had no doubt that she could make it on her own, but she looked up to Jasmine and didn't want to disappoint her. With a fifth of Absolut Vodka in her right hand and the bag of money sitting on the passenger seat beside her, Roni made a right onto Jasmine's street and almost made roadkill out of a pregnant woman crossing the street.

“Bitch, get yo' knocked-up ass outta the way!” Roni yelled at the woman.

The woman stuck her middle finger up at Roni and kept it moving. Normally, when a bitch disrespected Roni like that, she would stomp a mudhole in her ass, but she was in such a good mood from her heist that she let it slide. She took another swig of vodka and pulled into Jasmine's driveway. She grabbed the bag of cash and hopped out of the car.

When Jasmine peered out of the window and saw that it was Roni, she frowned. She was still salty at Roni for almost fucking up the job the day before. Nevertheless, she opened the door and allowed her friend to come in. Roni walked through the door with a big smile on her face.

“The fuck yo' ass want?” Jasmine asked as she sat back down on the couch.

Roni followed her and sat on the couch beside her. “J, I know I been fuckin' up lately, but—”

“Yeah, ever since yo' ass been sniffin' Randi's pussy, yo' fuckin' head's been in the clouds.”

Just the mention of Randi's name got Roni's pussy jumping, but she couldn't show that in front of Jasmine. “Well,” she said, ignoring the comment, “I did somethin' today to show you that I'm still a down-ass Get Money Bitch.”

Roni opened the bag and revealed the bundles of cash that were strewn throughout the bag.

“Got damn, Roni; there's gotta be over a hundred thousand dollars there! Where the fuck did you get this shit from?”

“Let's just say a bitch hit the number today,” Roni said with a smirk on her face.

A smile slowly crept across Jasmine's face. Rubbing her hands together greedily, she looked at Roni. “Now this is what the fuck I'm talking about. Start counting this shit up while I go make a phone call right quick.”

Roni thought it was odd that she wanted to leave the room to make a phone call, but she shrugged her shoulders and started counting.

“Don't answer that fuckin' phone!” Kita's lover yelled.

“But it could be important,” Kita purred, the sensation of a wet tongue tickling her clit.

“Fuck that shit, bitch! I'm what's muthafuckin' important!”

Kita arched her back and moaned softly as Melissa's husband's tongue penetrated her cum box. Unbeknownst to both Kita and
Jasmine, Tony was screwing both of them. He told Kita that his name was Patrick in case Jasmine and Kita ever discussed their sex lives with each other.

“You ready, baby? You ready for this dick?”

“Hell yeah, baby! Gimme every inch of that chocolate thunder!”

He politely obliged as he drove his nut ejector deep inside the walls of her pussy. Their rhythm increased as Kita wrapped her legs around his back and crossed her ankles. Kita managed to cum twice before he pulled out and squirted on her stomach.

“Oh shit, baby; that shit felt good as fuck,” he said in between breaths. Completely spent, he tried to fall back onto the pillow and fall asleep.

“Oh hell naw, nigga, you better get yo' ass up and go in there and wash yo' ass.”

Reluctantly, he slow-walked into the bathroom and hopped in the shower.

While he was getting himself cleaned up, his cell phone rang. Kita couldn't help herself as she picked up the phone and glanced at the screen. Her jaw dropped and her eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw Jasmine's name appear.

“Oh no, the fuck this muthafucka ain't,” she said quietly, but with much attitude. She snatched the phone off the nightstand and promptly pressed
talk
.

“Hello,” she cautiously said, praying that it was another Jasmine and not her friend. Her hopes were dashed when Jasmine recognized her voice and called her name.

“Kita? What the fuck you doing answering Tony's phone?”

“Tony?” Kita replied. “That muthafucka told me that his name was Patrick.”

“Oh hell naw!” Jasmine screamed. “This punk-ass nigga tryin' ta play us!”

An awkward silence fell over the conversation for a few seconds before Jasmine said, “How you feel about this muthafucka? You ain't in love or no bullshit like that, is you?”

“Fuck naw. This muthafucka just a piece of dick to me.” Kita attempted to talk low so that Tony couldn't hear her.

“Good, 'cause I want you to blow his fuckin' brains out for even trying to disrespect the GMBs.”

Kita hung up, grabbed her .25 out of her nightstand drawer and headed for the bathroom.

Roni drove home on Cloud Nine. Not only did her jack move net the GBMs a cool hundred fifteen thousand dollars, it had put her back in favor with Jasmine. Although she was less than thrilled when Jasmine reminded her of the rule that any heist pulled by a single member of the crew still had to be split with the rest of the crew, she quickly brushed it off. She couldn't help but notice that Jasmine's mood had changed when she returned from making her phone call. Making a mental note to ask her about it later, Roni took another long swig from her bottle of vodka. The liquor had her extremely horny and visions of licking Randi's ass popped into her head. Right on cue, her cell phone rang.

“Hello.”

“Hey, baby,” Randi said in a sultry voice.

“Don't ‘hey, baby' me! I been trying to call yo' ass for the past twenty-four hours! And you know you got my ass in trouble with my girls!” Roni yelled, trying to sound tough.

“Well, excuse the fuck outta me,” Randi said, playing along. She knew right off the bat that Roni was trying to act hard. She decided
to put her in her place. “I thought that you was yo' own woman, but I see that you ain't. Maybe I should find me a real fuckin' woman then! Peace, bitch!”

Just as Randi knew she would, Roni stopped her. “Wait, baby,” Roni said apologetically. “You ain't gotta take the shit to dat extreme.”

“You sure? 'Cause I can keep my black ass movin',” she said sassily.

“Come on, baby; you know a bitch didn't mean it that way,” Roni said with a twinge of panic in her voice. The vodka she was drinking had her so horny, she was practically foaming at the pussy lips. “Tell you what, baby,” she said, starting to slur her words. “Meet me at my place in about thirty minutes and let me make it up to you.”

“Damn right you will,” Randi sexily said before hanging up in Roni's face.

Pumped with excitement, Roni sped home quickly. She hopped out of her whip, ran into the house, up the stairs, and into the shower. While cleansing her body, Roni couldn't help but smile thinking about Randi. The way Randi made her body feel had her in the sexual twilight zone. No sooner than she had exited the shower and slapped some lotion on her frame, Randi was knocking at the door. Roni walked downstairs, dressed in red stilettos and a matching red thong. When she opened the door, Randi stood there wearing a black trench coat, large sunglasses, and a red wig.

“I heard someone at this address wants to get their pussy eaten,” Randi said. Her nasty words caused Roni's pussy to drip.

“You heard right, baby. Bring yo' sexy ass on here, bitch.”

Randi smiled wickedly as she walked past Roni, slinging her juicy ass from side to side. Roni, now starting to feel the full effects of the vodka, quickly strolled up behind Randi and wrapped her arms around her, gently squeezing her tits.

“Damn! I can't wait to get these in my mouth,” she said greedily.

“Let's have a drink first, baby,” Randi said. “I'm thirsty as hell.”

Roni didn't know if Randi would be willing to drink the vodka straight like she had been doing, so she went off to the kitchen to get a couple of ice-filled glasses half-filled with cranberry juice. When she came back, Randi asked her if she had any blunts.

“Yeah, I got a couple in the bedroom. Be right back, baby.”

As soon as Roni left, Randi slipped a crushed up e-pill into her glass. Then she poured both of them drinks, making sure that Roni got the tainted one. She took out the mini-recorder that she had brought with her and pressed
record
. Looking at her watch, Randi saw that she had three hours to execute her plan. When Roni came back in the room, the two women drank and smoked weed for the next thirty minutes. With Roni half-drunk and high as a kite, Randi started asking her questions about her crew. In true drunk fashion, Roni started telling Randi any and everything she wanted to know about their operation. If she couldn't take the GMBs out, she would take them down, but either way they were gonna pay dearly for the pain they'd caused her.

After once again blowing Roni's mind with spine-tingling sex, Randi sat in her whip down the street from Roni's house waiting for her to come out. She knew from Roni running her drunken mouth earlier that she had to be at Jasmine's by seven, which is why she made it a point to set Roni's alarm clock for her. This was going to be it. Her best chance to take down the GMBs. She dialed her accomplice's cell number and told her that the plan was almost ready to be completed. “She's comin' out of the house now. I'm gonna follow her and call you when I get there,” she told the person on the other end.

Randi pulled out into the flow of traffic and stayed two car-lengths behind Roni. In her alcohol-impaired state, Roni's senses weren't as sharp as they usually were. As she weaved her way through the muddled Cleveland traffic, Randi prayed that Roni didn't get stopped because of her erratic driving.

When Roni got to Jasmine's place and pulled in the driveway, Randi continued driving past the house. When she got to the corner, she made a U-turn and parked. Jasmine's house was about seven houses from the corner.

With an evil grin on her face, Randi called her house and waited for her voicemail to come on. When it did, she pressed
play
on her recorder and put her cell phone on speaker so that her voicemail
would have Roni admitting to the crimes that the GMBs were committing. After that she called her accomplice and gave her Jasmine's address. “Oh and just in case something happens to me, there's a recording on my voicemail that incriminates all three of them hoes. The code is nine-six-nine-three.”