La Familia 2 (20 page)

Tango stood over the body of Topple, a topnotch YGC member in the parking lot of his Bronx home. It was his third hit in one month. Topple was supposed to be a bad ass and untouchable muthafucka in the streets who everyone was afraid of. At first, there was a tussle, but quickly Tango got the better of Topple and he easily took him out like he was a bug underneath his shoe. The body was contorted in a vicious death, with multiple stab wounds to his neck and face, over sixty. The stainless steel combat knife thrust into Topple's neck like it was paper thin caused blood to gush out and left Topple fighting to breathe and survive. Tango kept attacking; he kept on stabbing. Once again, it was overkill. It was a sadistic message that had the heads of YGC taking notice and ready to take action.

YGC wasn't going to take the murders of their men lying down. They struck back with vengeance. Heavy BMB hitters like Young DJ and Puppet were gunned down in their green Durango, the shooters unknown. Another player named Jaguar was killed in front of his kids while playing in the park. And then another BMB gang member named Benny Hammonds was decapitated in his own home. Police were disturbed at what they saw, the man's head lying next to his own body and blood was everywhere.

Power had his peoples everywhere, to search and destroy, and to find out the man responsible for killing his cousin and a few of his soldiers. He promised anyone bold enough to find and kill the nigga fifty large, cash money in their hand. It was war. It was greed and every YGC member and those affiliated with the gang were on the hunt.

Tango stood over the body with his bloody latex gloves and the murder weapon still in his hand. He was more exposed with this kill. He was out in the open, standing in the dimly lit parking lot. He had put himself at risk of capture or being seen. Topple's body lay between two cars with his blood pooling on the ground. There could be a nosey neighbor watching from a window, or unseen eyes becoming a witness to the homicide he just committed. There were too many chances and he needed to depart quietly.

Tango secretly made his exit, removing the bloody gloves and planning to dispose of them in a distant trashcan. He didn't need any wise and skilled detective checking the local trashcans in the surrounding area for any incriminating evidence. He was smarter than that. The farther he was away from the body, the better his chances of not getting caught and getting rid of the knife and latex gloves. He tossed all evidence into a small plastic bag and carried it causally.

He walked a mile away from the body and finally tossed the bag into a trashcan on the corner. It was late and a chilly night. He finally made his way into Harlem via cab. He walked into his new apartment where Mouse was sleeping on an air mattress with her daughter. It was after midnight and he had a very long night. Before he decided to get into bed with his girl, he removed a wad of cash from his pocket and stashed it somewhere where he figured it would be safe. There was a loose floorboard in the closet of the second bedroom. It was deep enough to conceal anything. Tango had $10,000 bundled together with numerous rubber bands. It was his private stash. It was money he kept hidden from Mouse because he knew if she ever came across it he would have to explain it and he couldn't explain ten stacks in one month from working a normal construction job.

Tango showered briefly and joined Mouse in the bedroom. He felt refreshed and was ready for some sexual activity. But Mouse was sleeping with Eliza cuddled in her arms. So he did the next best thing: smoked a cigarette and jerked off in the bathroom. Tomorrow was going to be another long day for him; he had to go and see his parole officer. He already informed her of his new place in Harlem. She didn't have a problem with his relocation, it was within the guidelines of his parole, but she wanted to see proof of his employment. And thanks to a friend, he had some phony paystubs made up of the construction job he was allegedly working at. Not only was he trying to pull the blinds over Mouse's eyes, he had to outsmart his parole officer, too.

The last thing Tango wanted to do was lose his woman and go back to jail at the same time.

Eliza was at the babysitter, giving Tango and me some quality time. And we definitely had some quality time together in our new apartment, fucking our brains out on the air mattress. He was banging my pussy out from the back, thrusting his hard dick into me roughly and smoothly like he was trying to put a baby inside of me. I moaned and cooed feeling his big dick work my center, with him grabbing my hips and the back of my neck throwing my petite, curvy frame into some sexual convulsion.

I loved him.

We sweated and grunted. I buried my head into the pillows and muffled my cries of ecstasy. The way his dick slid in and out of me it felt like the most purest sensation in my life. He pushed against me with a surge of pleasure rising inside of me like a tidal wave, touching every nerve.

“Fuck me, baby,” I cried out.

He was a machine inside of me. Tango was in such a sexual trance, loving this good pussy that I didn't care how he fucked me or where he put his semen at, I just wanted to wrap myself in all of him and didn't think about getting pregnant even though I didn't want any more kids right away. Tango had me in bliss.

He pulled out of me and situated himself on his back, glistening in unadulterated sex. He wanted me to ride that big, delicious, dark dick. I popped up upright and moved my throbbing pussy over his dick. I took hold of his penis and straddled him, guiding him into me. He pushed against me; I slowly inserted himself into me. He started making gentle cooing noises in my ear.

“I know baby, this pussy is too good. You can't wait to get all the way up in it.”

He groaned. “Um huh, ugh, ugh . . .”

I could feel his blood rushing and his nerves singing.

I started to milk that dick with my walls, pulling and tugging on him. He grabbed my waist and made the craziest sexual faces feeling my glorious insides work that large muscle. He was deeply enveloped, buried in my natural body heat and juices leaking, searing hot against him. He grunted and groaned, also squirming underneath me. He ran his hands over my chest and down my sides. He reached back to squeeze my ass, then down my thighs and all the way back up again. I enjoyed grinding on him. But I really loved when he held my hips and thrust up into me, hard and fast.

He was firmly thrusting up into me, not with speed so much, but with strength. It felt good. He felt too good. He ran his hands down my sides again, over my ass cheeks and reached farther around me to get his index finger wet. He then slipped the tip of his finger just inside my ass while continuing to thrust. In that instant, I doubled over, falling forward on top of Tango, moaning like crazy with my whole body gyrating. My legs clamped around him. I whispered in his ear, “I'm gonna cum if you keep doin' that.”

He kept doing it.

I held his wrists and arched my back as we fucked. My mouth was open and my eyes half closed in bliss and lust. He watched me as I impaled myself on him. He was deep inside of me.

“Fuck me, don't stop,” I cried out.

I moved quickly on top of him with my fingers gripping his wrists to the point where it was beginning to hurt. I began moaning more loudly with an animal noise echoing in the room. I trashed on top of him, my breathing rasping with him leaned back as waves of shockingly bright pleasure rocked his body with my every moment on top of him.

“You gonna make me cum!” I screamed out.

My nails dug into his skin and my movements increased even more. The air mattress began to rock and seemed to almost deflate. “Don't stop. Shit, don't stop!” I felt the pleasure coming. I threw my head back, yelping from the back of my throat and buried my face under his jaw. It was coming, for the both of us. I screamed against his neck as I felt my release pouring out of me. I clamped down on him and came like thunder. I bent back, away from him with my legs shuddering as I came again. I screamed again and threw myself forward onto Tango, baring my teeth.

He pounded me rough and with a final hard thrust he shot his load inside of me. I could feel it, every ounce of his semen swimming around inside of me. Oh my God, I couldn't move. I rested on top of him for a moment and felt his cum running out of me and on top of the bed.

We both were spent. I wasn't ready for another baby, but the way Tango shot his load inside of me, I was scared that at that moment, we conceived a baby in my tummy. I kept quiet though, relishing such good dick.

He got dressed and we talked for a while before he had to head to work. My pussy was still throbbing and sore the next day. But I loved it!

It was my love poem to him, the man I loved. The man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I was so in love with him that I wrote in two different languages. I sat in my new apartment thinking about how far I came. It wasn't much now, but I knew that in a year or two, we were going to be doing well. I planned on getting a job, part time, full time, it didn't matter and I wanted to go back to school. I needed to earn my degree and make something out of my life.

It was critical now I moved forward and not backward. It was time to chase that dream and knock down walls. While Eliza was sleeping, I was in the bathroom taking a home pregnancy test. My monthly was late by three weeks and I knew I was pregnant. The way Tango and I was fucking, and he never pulled out, it was inevitable. I had some morning sickness earlier and my chest felt sore.

I peed on the little stick and waited a few minutes for the results. I didn't want to be pregnant because now wasn't the time. We couldn't afford another baby and it was so dire that I was scared and thought about an abortion. But I knew if so, Tango would want this baby so bad. He talked about having kids. I listened. I wasn't sure. Eliza was only one. I was trying to get back on my feet.

The door was ajar and the apartment was still. I sat on the toilet waiting for the results to come through. I took a deep breath and picked up the stick. I was afraid to open my eyes and see the results. One line meant not pregnant, two lines meant oh fuck, my life was about to change again.

I took a deep breath and looked at the results, and there it was, what I already knew: I was fuckin' pregnant with Tango's baby. I felt ambivalent about the whole thing. Here I was about to go through the whole ordeal again: swollen belly, morning sickness, gaining weight, the emotions, and the uncertainty. I could only close my eyes and wondered if this one was going to be a boy this time. And how was I going to tell Tango, and Sammy?

I got up off the toilet and hid the pregnancy test. I had so many things going through my mind that for an hour I sat on the couch and didn't move. Eliza was sleeping like an angel and the apartment was still empty and unfurnished. I couldn't wait to get this place looking like a real home. It was the least I could do. I was about to become a mother again. Hooray, right.

Fuck me.

I was glad Power finally had some time to spend with me, especially enough time to eat my pussy the way he did. I missed the way he went down on me. The streets was occupying too much of his time and I barely got to see my man. Shit, I felt that I had to be a rival with a gun in my hand for him to pay me any attention. A bitch was starting to get frustrated, sexually frustrated and not being paid any attention to. I didn't want to start having any doubts about this relationship. But tonight, he came to me, dick hard and his tongue ready to taste me. I didn't want him to talk about the streets or the bloodshed. I wanted to fill only good vibes from him tonight.

I was buck-naked with my legs spread, my pussy quivering; my clit was hard and I could feel it twitch and throb against his tongue. My juices were flowing to the point where Power could swallow them. He sucked and twirled on my pussy, licking my pussy from the bottom, to the slit, to the top. He opened my lips then he placed his mouth on my clit and started to apply suction to it. And it was followed by sticking his index finger into my ass and moving it around. I moaned and howled. I squirmed. I closed my eyes and went berserk.

“Power, I fuckin' missed you. Ooooh, don't stop, you gonna make me fuckin' cum!” I spilled out.

As I got closer to coming, I unconsciously rocked my hips, grinding into his face with my pussy squeezing and grasping at his tongue. My thighs shook and I felt it coming. I became really sensitive. He started swirling his tongue faster and I was about to come even faster. He used everything to please me: his lips, his tongue, his teeth, shit, even his gums. My thighs trembled, my clit tightened and then I flooded his mouth with my wetness, my moans filling his ears. I came pretty fast and hard. It was all over him. He didn't mind, the freak that Power was; he licked me clean and I loved it.

He made me cum several times like that before we fucked.

An hour into fucking and Power's cell phone rang. He was hitting this pussy from the back, damn near about to put my head through the headboard with his mighty thrusts inside of me. I cooed and I wiggled, backing my ass into him, but during mid-thrust, the fuckin' phone chimed. I begged for him not to answer it, this was our time and I wanted both of us to finish, but the muthafucka didn't listen to me. He pulled out, his big dick glistening with all my come and juices and he picked up the phone and answered like he wasn't busy with me.

“Yo, what up?” he said into the phone.

I rolled over and looked at him,
like seriously, you gonna do this now?
He ignored my disapproving stare and rejected the nasty attitude I threw at him.

“Where at?” I heard him ask. “A'ight. I'll be there in a minute.”

Once again, he put the streets before me. And once again, I was feeling some kind of way. How he gonna leave this good pussy so easily, especially the way I sucked his dick and fucked him until we both released multiple orgasms, to be with his niggas and give them his time? I heaved a sigh of irritation. Power looked my way as he was getting dressed.

“Why the fuckin' attitude?”

“Because, we ain't fuckin' done yet,” I exclaimed.

“You know I got shit out there to handle, Sammy, so stop actin' like that,” he countered.

“You give everyone else ya fuckin' time, but your own damn woman. I'm gettin' sick and tired of this shit, Power,” I barked.

“What the fuck you gonna do, leave?” he boldly shouted.

“Leave?” I was shocked he came out his mouth like that.

I thought about it. I wanted to, but where would I go now with no job and no real education to fall back on? Yes, I was a natural-born hustler, but when you have a son to take care of, you weigh your options. And besides, I was in love with him. I wasn't planning on going anywhere.

“No, but I might just fuck someone else,” I boldly retorted.

He suddenly stopped dressing and glared at me. I didn't know why I came out my mouth and said what I said. It just slipped out. I was angry and I wanted to hurt him the way he was hurting me.

The way he looked at me, it felt like he was a bull seeing red. I became tense. I just stood there, naked and all, not knowing what he was about to do. He rapidly charged at me and wrapped his hand around my neck. I could feel his strength, his grip almost crushing my windpipe. Power lifted me into the air and slammed me against the bed. He shouted, “Don't you ever give away my good pussy, you fuckin' hear me? I fuckin' love you!”

I couldn't breathe at first. I couldn't answer him. The look in his eyes was almost satanic. The way he breathed down, it felt like a dragon breathing fire against me. He softened his grip around my neck and then exclaimed, “You want my fuckin' time, huh? That's what you want? You want me to finish fuckin' you.”

I didn't answer. He roughly positioned me on my stomach, spreading my legs and succulent ass cheeks and I could feel him quickly fidgeting with the zipper to his pants. He held me against the bed forcefully with my face pushed into the mattress and his body weight pinning me to the bed and himself. Unexpectedly, I felt him slammed his dick into me. It was the other hole he penetrated: my ass. He was rough. I wrenched from the raw entry inside of me and he didn't care about my reaction. His dick was big, and without any proper lubrication, it felt like sandpaper down there. Power was Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde: he quickly became this fuckin' lunatic, raping me anally, shoving my face into the mattress damn near suffocating me as he fucked me. I fought him, but he was too strong.

I could feel his dick rooted so far into my ass, I was scared he was going to tear something and fuck me up for life. He kept pounding and pounding into me. I wasn't a stranger to anal sex, but it had to be done properly, with finesse and time. Power didn't care at all.

“This is what you fuckin' want, this dick. Here, bitch, take this dick. Take this fuckin' dick and enjoy it,” he shouted, mocking me.

I cried out. It was hurting. I felt his hand around the back of my neck; it cemented me into this position with my ass arched and his other hand pushed my back downward into the bed. He was in and out, stretching my anal and I was in tears. He was a huge man and there was no way I could fight him off of me. What had I gotten myself into? He was breathing heavily, enjoying me and I could feel him about to come again.

The minute he came, it seemed like he snapped out of some demonic trance. He quickly pulled his dick out of me and I felt weak and violated. Power pulled up his pants and instantly the look on his face was apologetic.

“Baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't know what came over me,” he ruefully uttered my way.

I couldn't even speak. I had no words to say to him. I was utterly shocked at what he did to me. I was hurt. I loved this man, was in love with him, so why and how could he do me like this?

“Sammy, I'm so sorry,” he repeated. He reached for me, but I recoiled from his touch. “Baby, I didn't mean to hurt you. I just got a lot on my mind right now and I snapped on you. I love you, baby. I love you.”

It was hard to hear him say that he loved me when he physically raped me like I was some whore on the streets. I cried; he wanted to console me. Now, he wasn't in any rush to run out on me and see his crew. I had his undivided attention, but not the way I wanted it.

“Let me make this up to you,” he told me in his most sincere tone. Power reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of hundred dollar bills. I watched him peel away a few hundreds from his fat bulge and he placed the cash beside me.

“That's three grand right there, baby. Go out and buy whatever you want. I don't care. You deserve it,” he said.

I looked down at the money. I didn't know what to think. Did he think he could pay me off after what he did to me? He continued to say, “I didn't mean to do this to you, Sammy. I just got a lot on my fuckin' mind. I just wanna find this muthafucka who's been killing my niggas and tear his fuckin' head off and piss down his gotdamn neck. I've been stressed, baby, really stressed. And if it weren't for you, I don't know where I would be.”

I continued to be silent toward him. I dried my tears and felt some kind of way. A part of me wanted to just get up and go, leave Power behind. He was going through too much, putting me through too much, but there was a stronger part of me that forced me to stay and be with him. I needed him. He loved me and I loved him. And besides, I needed the cash. I needed his help. I felt to walk away from Power would have been suicidal. I started to collect myself. I started to ignore what he just did to me and write it off as if it was only rough sex. I would survive.

I picked up the money. Power smiled at me. “That's my girl.”

I locked eyes with him and warned, “Don't you ever do that to me again.”

He came near me and sat beside me. “Baby, best believe I never will. I'm sorry what I did to you and it won't happen again. I promise. You are my queen. And I promise you, once we find this muthafucka, whoever this OG is who's fuckin' wit' us and digging his own grave, everything's gonna be back to normal between you and me. We gonna take a trip somewhere. Vegas, Miami, how about the Caribbean? Yeah, the Caribbean sounds really nice, baby. We goin' there after we end this beef wit' these BMB muthafuckas.”

I huffed.

Power looked at me momentarily, patted me on my knee, and then stood up. He continued getting dressed. I watched him get dressed and then observed him remove two pistols from the top drawer and conceal them on his person. He was a gangster of a certain magnitude, a hardcore killer. I could see it in his eyes that he loved the streets and he loved that lifestyle. I wanted to get away from it all, but how? How could I get away from it when I was in love with a man who idolized it?

Power kissed me on the lips good-bye. I savored the taste of him and felt brainwashed by him. He threw on his leather jacket, winked good-bye to me, and left his apartment. When the door shut, I got up myself, placed the money in my pants pocket, and got dressed. What could mend today's wrong was going out tonight and enjoying myself with friends at the club, and then, tomorrow, go shopping and buy whatever I desired. Fuck it, I deserved it. I lived poor for too long now and now it was my time to shine.

 

As long as Ms. Wilson got paid her money, she didn't mind watching Danny all night. And I was paying her handsomely, one hundred dollars a night to babysit for me; the bitch didn't complain not once. Fuck it, I could afford it now. I was dating and fucking one of the biggest hustlers in New York City. Power's reputation preceded him. Nobody fucked with him, and through stories I'd heard, those who did would later regret it with their life or their families' lives. And when it was soon known throughout the tri-state area that I was his girl, I was getting so much respect from everyone that it felt like I was the first lady of the United States.

My reputation was growing, but as it did, Rico was becoming more threatening. When I stopped answering his collect calls, the letters came in the mail. He was fucking with me, taunting me with this black cloud of guilt and extortion over my head and mentioning Macky in his letters, bringing up the past, making noise when I wanted silence and trying to rock the boat. In one of his letters, he even stupidly wrote:

I quickly got rid of the letter and was so upset, I wanted to scream. Rico obviously wasn't going to go away. I needed to get my mind off things, so I decided to hit the club scene. I didn't want to party alone, so I invited Kawanda, a girl named Lisa, and Mouse. I told them that drinks tonight were on me.

Kawanda and Lisa were willing, but Mouse was still unsure. She told me that she needed to find a babysitter. I urged her to come out, maybe have Tango watch Eliza, because it'd been too long since we went and hung out, and actually had a good time. I needed to unwind. I needed my best friend with me.

Club Eight Ball in the South Bronx was always a lively and entertaining place to be on a Thursday night. It was where all the hustlers, shot callers, and players went to have a good time, via flaunting, flirting with the ladies, popping bottles, and doing business. It was a huge club with several VIP rooms and a long wraparound bar that carried every drink available to man.

There were always plenty of bitches in the place for the men to flock to. The men came with their A game and the ladies came dressed like they were about to walk down Hollywood Boulevard, showing off what their mamas gave them.

I was no different. I walked into the place clad in a very low-cut, red minidress with clinched ties on the sides and my six-inch stilettos that stretched my defined legs to the heavens. I felt like I could touch the ceiling in my shoes. I was with Kawanda and Lisa, and the minute I stepped into the club all eyes were on me, gawking and hypnotized by my beauty and outfit.

Of course we got our own VIP and ordered Moët and Cristal, all on Power's dime. We danced with each other and got our drink on. The DJ was blending some of the sweetest mixes and we all got hyped. The Moët had me feeling so right. And the atmosphere was what a bitch needed. But every so often I would look around to see if Mouse had shown up.