Harlem Girl Lost (33 page)

Suddenly, a thick-booty girl bum-rushed through the crowd of girls and whispered in his ear from behind, “I want you to put your big dick in my mouth, my pussy, and my ass! And when you're about to come, I want you to come all over my face!” Hollis’ eyes lit up as he turned around and saw the familiar face and an even more familiar ass. It was Slim Goody. Hollis said, “Oh, shit! If it ain't … ?” trying to remember her name.

“Let me help you,” she said. She took his hand and put it under her tight dress. She was wearing no panties, and pushed his hand deep inside her wet pussy. Staring him straight in the eyes, she pulled it out and licked his dripping fingers dry. Hollis knew that he'd found the right one tonight, and all he could think was how he was gonna put a black eye on the pussy. He took her by the hand and led her out the door.

Papone circled
the highway, praying that the truck had broken down or something. But his question was soon answered when his driver noticed a foot sticking out from under a cover at the side of the tunnel. Papone cursed vigorously in Spanish as they got out of the vehicle and lifted up the blanket to see his two men lying dead underneath. He tossed his cigar to the ground and yelled, “Hollis!”

Papone and his men
arrived in front of Hollis’ club, tires screeching. He jumped out of his car and headed straight for Butterfly, who was in the process of unlocking the front door of the club. Papone grabbed him, threw him up against the gate, and wrapped his fingers tightly around his throat. “Where is Hollis?” he demanded.

Eyes bulging, Butterfly gasped for breath.

“You the one dat introduced Hollis to dat girl, weren't you?”

Butterfly nodded.

“Do you know where she live?”

“Yeah … I mean yes, Mr. Papone!”

Papone stepped closer. “You go dere now and bring dat black bitch back to me, you understand?” Butterfly nodded again. “And
amigo
, if you don't find her, you don't be coming back.” Papone let him go then, and motioned to two of his men to go with him.

Missy watched Silver
put her bags into the trunk of a cab, then look around one last time, perhaps hoping Missy would suddenly appear. Silver shook her head, then hopped into the cab. Missy watched as the cab drove east on 110th Street and rounded the corner, then she hurried toward her building, praying that there was some cocaine left inside the apartment. Frantically, she put the key in the lock and rushed inside without closing the door. She quickly looked around for the furniture, but it was gone. She ran into the kitchen and opened up every cabinet and drawer in search of the opened kilo package she had left behind, and cursed when she didn't find any. She remembered she had left some coke on the mirror from Butterfly's visit, and ran to the closet. Bingo! It was still there. She brought the mirror to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, looking for the baking soda to cook it up with, but couldn't find it. She slammed the door shut and for the first time noticed the note attached to the refrigerator door. She snatched it off and read.
Missy, stay out of the apartment. I'm at LaGuardia Airport, leaving town, American Airlines Flight #426 to Miami at 11:45 p.m.
She put the paper inside her pocket and snorted the drugs, but still wasn't satisfied, so she lapped at the powder with her tongue, ingesting it orally. When she had licked the mirror clean, she sighed and looked up. Three guns were pointed at her face.

Inside the club
, Papone's cell phone rang. He quickly opened it. “Yeah? Good, go dere, pick her up, and bring her back here,
but don't kill her. But before you do, bring back de one you got now.” Papone closed the phone and stared up at the ceiling.

Directly upstairs, Hollis
was fucking the shit out of Slim Goody. She was yelling bloody murder, but told him not to stop. “Ahh …
oui … oui …
yeah, that's right, right there, you black motherfucka!” Hollis had no problem filling the order. “Oh, oh, now fuck me in my ass, baby, fuck me!”

Hollis said, “You freak fucking bitch!” and pulled his dick out of her pussy and quickly shoved it up her ass.

Slim Goody closed her eyes as he rammed her mercilessly.
“Oui … oww … oui …
that's riiiight, daddy, right fuckin’ there, right there … oh shit … fuck the shit out of me, daddy … fuck me!” Hollis was pounding her so feverishly that dribbles of spit fell on her backside. Moments later, he busted off a sixteen-ounce nut deep inside of her, and his sperm oozed out like a river. Hollis and Goodie sprawled totally exhausted across the bed.

After ten minutes or so, Hollis finally found the strength to get up. He looked over at Slim Goody, who was sleeping, and smiled wickedly, because it was said that if you make a girl fall asleep right after you had sex, it meant that you'd fucked her well. Then Hollis frowned as he smelled the pungent odor of shit in the air. He looked down and noticed that Slim's shit was on his dick and pubic hairs. He quickly got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

At LaGuardia Airport
, Silver breathed easier as she waited outside the terminal, desperately hoping Missy had found the
note and would arrive before her flight boarded in an hour. She searched every face in each passing cab, and only idly noticed a black Lincoln that slowed to let out a passenger. It was only when the Lincoln stopped in front her that she noticed a grim-faced man inside staring intently at her. She knew immediately that she had fucked up. Her mind told her to run, but it was too late. From behind, a man quickly shoved her inside the vehicle, which drove off without anyone even noticing that she had been kidnapped.

After Hollis
closed the door to the bathroom, Slim Goodie jumped up from her faked slumber and looked cautiously at the bathroom door. She grabbed her purse, pulled out a narrow folder and quickly stuffed it inside Hollis'jacket. As an afterthought, she reached inside his pants, pulled out a roll of money, and peeled off a few bills—all hundreds—and replaced the remaining money neatly. Then she lay back down and closed her eyes, smiling to herself as she whispered, “I told you I was gonna make you pay, you black bastard!”

The car pulled up
in front of the club, screeching to a halt. Silver was yanked out of the car and shoved through the front door.

Hollis had just gotten out of the shower. He heard the tires screeching and looked out the window. He saw Papone's car and others parked in front and knew something was terribly wrong. His mouth dropped when he saw them pull Silver out of the car. Hollis ran over to the bed and dressed quickly. Putting on all of his clothes, he grabbed his jacket off the chair
and walked toward the door. Slim yelled, “Hey you forgot to pay me!” Hollis didn't even hear her as he ran down the stairs.

Papone circled Silver
and said, “I don't know what is going on. But I know one thing. Either I'm gonna have my money, my drugs, or your life.”

Silver tried to bluff. “Mister, I don't know what you're talking.”

Papone struck her viciously across her mouth. “I know everything about your little scheme, so don't lie to me!” he shouted. He turned toward one of his men, who stepped into the back room and emerged moments later with Missy, who looked strung out. Silver's heart dropped, and Papone smiled.

The two men brought Missy toward Papone and Silver. Missy shook nervously, unable to look Silver in the eyes. Silver searched Missy's face, praying desperately that she hadn't done what she thought she did. “Missy,” she said. Missy slowly raised her head. “Missy,” Silver repeated. “Oh, God, tell me you didn't?”

Missy said nothing, but lowered her head.

Papone smirked. “Yes, she did. She told us about your little plan, about Chance, everything. She sold you out for a twenty-dollar bag of crack.”

Silver looked at Missy, unable to believe what she was hearing. Anger overcame her emotions. “You fucking bitch!” she cried. “Do you know what you've done?” Missy started to cry and looked up at Silver. Her mouth moved, but no words came out. “Oh, my God, Missy, you got us both killed!”

Missy quickly shook her head. “No, Silver. They said that all we have to do is give them back the drugs and they'll let us both go!”

Silver looked at Missy and shook her head. “And you believed them?”

Papone smiled. “She is telling you de truth. Give me my drugs and I'll give you your lives.”

Just then Hollis burst through the front door, took one frantic look around, and began yelling, “What the fuck is going on?” He walked toward Papone, eyeing Missy and Silver.

“Where you been?” Papone demanded.

Hollis gestured upstairs with his thumb. “Been partyin’ with—” Looking in Silver's eyes, he realized all at once that the girl in front of him was Chance's girl, and that he'd been played.

“Apparently,
amigo”
Papone said, “we both have been set up by your friend Chance.”

Hollis glared angrily at Silver and then pulled out his knife, ready to cut her throat. Papone stopped him. “No,
amigo
, we got to get from her de location of our product first.”

Hollis stared at Silver and spat in her face. “I knew I saw your funky ass from somewhere.” Then he turned to speak to Papone. “Let me take care of her. I'll make her tell me where the shit's at!”

Papone smiled again. “No,
amigo
, you sit down. I'll handle this.” Papone patted Hollis on the shoulder, then wrapped his huge hands around Silver's throat and choked her until lights burst in her eyes.

Papone said through gritted teeth, “If you don't tell me what I want to hear, I'm going to torture you so bad and for so long, you are going to beg me to kill you. You understand?”

Papone released his grip and Silver sagged to the ground, gasping for air. His men picked her up as she rubbed her neck,
coughing. “I'll tell you,” she spoke hoarsely, then coughed again. “I'll tell you everything you want to know, but you got to let my girl go first.”

Missy looked up at Silver, eyes wide with surprise, while Papone calculated.

“Okay, but if you don't tell me where my stuff at, I'm not going to give you no more chances.”

Rubbing her throat, Silver nodded.

Papone turned to Missy. “Get de fuck out of here!”

Missy's lips moved to say, “I'm sorry,” but she was unable to get the words out.

Silver scowled at her. “Get out of here, Missy.”

All attention turned toward Silver as she spoke to Papone. “I'll tell you, but I would like to know one thing before I die.” She turned to Hollis. “Why did you set my man up and try to kill him?”

Papone and Hollis looked at each other and chuckled.

“Because he was a bitch-ass nigger who didn't know how to get real money,” Hollis said.

Silver stared at him. “But he was like a brother to you. He saved your life when y'all was younger.”

“Bitch, please. You got that shit backwards. If it wasn't for me that stabbed that nigger in that alley years ago, Chance would have been dead a long time ago.”

Silver frowned in confusion.

Hollis laughed. “What, he ain't never tell you? That big nigger was about to cut Chance's ass to pieces, but he didn't see my ass sneak up behind him. And when I shanked his ass in the back, Chance took the knife from me and told me to break out. He took the fall.”

Suddenly, everything made sense to Silver. “And this is how you repay him? By planting drugs and guns in his house and almost killing him?”

Hollis smiled. “Shit, I would have set my momma up before I faced three counts of murder that was gonna put me away for triple life. But good old Chance is once again gonna take a murder rap for me.”

“Enough questions,” Papone interrupted. He turned to Silver. “Now tell me where my drugs are at.”

Silver defiantly lifted her chin. “Why don't you ask my boss where the drugs at?”

Papone frowned. “What?”

“You heard me,” Silver said. “I said why don't you ask my boss where the drugs at?”

“Who the hell is your boss?” he demanded.

Silver paused for a moment, looking from face to face. “Hollis!”