PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans (95 page)

“Damn, you shot her right in the dome. I couldn’t even go that hard.”

“Well, at least she’s not getting back up like you did.”

“Oh, I put five rounds in her chest; she wasn’t getting back up.”

“So what are we going to do with her body?” she asks.

“I don’t know I didn’t think that far ahead yet, you fucked that part up when you scared me. Plus, my shoulder is killing me right now. Do you have any ideas?”

“We could always take her out to one of those jogging trails around here, strip her down, and leave her naked body lying in the bushes. Maybe the police will think one of her crazed fans stalked her, and killed her since she is sort of famous.”

“Damn, why didn’t I think of that? Good idea, but will need to come back and clean up this mess. I heard them say Breeze will be back in two days.”

*****

After dumping DeeDee’s body deep into the trail hoping some animals would come along and feast on her body, or at the very least buy us a few days before anyone found her we went back to Breeze’s house and cleaned up. I made Tanya do most of the work, because I couldn’t do much with one arm. I tried to clean up my wounds as best as possible since both bullets went straight through. Once Tanya was done cleaning up everything inside, and even cleaning up the pots she knocked over outside, we said our goodbyes.

“Thanks for helping me clean up. It doesn’t look like anything happened in here at all. You must’ve done some shit like this before,” I say and laugh, hoping she’ll think we’re cool.

“Well, being around the Cappello’s as much as I was, I witnessed a lot. They definitely are the kind of men you don’t want to fuck over, and I’ll just leave it at that.”

“Okay, well look it’s been real, but I think we need to go our separate ways. You got my cell phone number so if you find them before I do give me a call, and I’ll do the same. As far as being partners or going after them together, that is out of the question. I work better alone.”

“That’s fine with me. You let me live, so I owe you my life. Take care of them holes before they get infected.”

I watch her walk out, get in her car, and drive off. I wait a second, look around, and make sure I don’t make the mistake of leaving anything behind like those other dumb asses, and bounce.

*****

TWO WEEKS LATER

“I just finished unpacking all of my stuff. Are you sure Jamar isn’t coming back home? He left a lot of his stuff behind,” Ebony asks.

“Damn, I already told you to stop tripping. He’s not coming back. He sold me the house and told me I could have whatever he left behind.”

Damn, this bitch has only been here a week and she’s already getting on my nerves.

“That’s just stupid. I can’t believe he left that big ass TV, his furniture, and his paintings, he loved those. I mean I’m not complaining or anything, it just doesn’t seem like something he would do.”

“Well apparently he came into some money, and plans to start over and buy all new stuff.”

“Whatever, oh, well, enough about that loser. How are you feeling? Are your wounds healing okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Tyree, I’ve been meaning to ask you, how come when the police questioned you at the hospital, why did you tell them you didn’t know who shot you? I could tell you were lying, because you started talking all proper and shit. You know who shot you don’t you?”

“Of course I know who shot me. I didn’t tell the police because I’m going to handle it myself…as soon as I fully recover.”

“Will you tell me who did it?”

“Look, chill out with the questions. I don’t want you to get involved because who knows, they might try to kill you, too.”

I knew that would scare her and make her shut up about it. She walks over to me and wraps her arms around my neck.

“That’s so sad. I still can’t believe DeeDee is dead. Mr. Cappello said he’s not going to stop until he finds the sick fuck that killed her.”

I put the newspaper down on the table and turn around to face her. The more I lie, the easier it gets.

“I know I hope he finds whoever did that, too. She didn’t deserve to go out like that, especially after everything she did for my boo.”

I give her a quick kiss and start to get up.

“Hold up, since you’re so concerned with the news here lately, I have some news for you.”

June, why did you have to die? I didn’t want to settle for this bitch, but a man has needs and Ebony definitely has that area covered.

“Good news or bad news?” I ask with enthusiasm, as if I really care.

“Well, hopefully, you’ll find it to be good news.”

“Well, what is it? Spit it out already.”

She stands up straight, bashfully looks away, and then turns back to smile.

“I’m pregnant.”

Acknowledgements

Thank you from Matthew.

I want to thank my sister Rebecca, my cousins Sandy, Sherry, and Shelby, my good friends Faye, Crystal, Alexis, Lydia, Rachel, Chelsey, and Carnell, and everyone else who has ever read my poems, chapters, etc... and enjoyed them. Your kind words gave me the motivation to keep writing, and for that I'm forever grateful. Leon, thanks for giving me the inspiration I needed to finish this book. You have no idea how much that helped, well maybe you do (smile). Philip, for being a great friend, and letting me use your home when I needed a quiet place to get away and write, which was quite often. Mya Ayo for creating a hot cover, I still can't believe that's our book cover. I love it. Brandie Randolph, I hope your good deed comes back to you, you did an amazing job, and I hope I get to work with you again in the near future. I also have to thank my favorite authors Donald Goines, Stephen King, Omar Tyree, James Patterson, Zane, and Fabiola Joseph for entertaining me with your words, thoughts, imaginations, and for inspiring me to want to try my hands at this, THANK YOU! Last but not least, my mom, for basically helping me get over my fear of putting out this novel, and telling me, “Fuck what people think, and say about you. If this is your dream, and what you want to do... then do it.” I needed to hear that from YOU, and that meant A LOT to me. I feel so much better now. I love you. Oh, and don't be mad, because I quoted you. I mean, you did say it (smile). If I forgot anyone, please don't take it personally. It's probably because you didn't even know I enjoyed writing, or I simply just forgot. I still love you, though.

Thank you from Fabiola
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I would like to thank my family and friends for supporting me. I’m sure I thanked most of you in the first book, so no name dropping in this one. Well, only for my new friends and readers, you all keep me going every day.

Thank you to the ladies of Diamond Eyes Book Club, Micole… you already know! Erica… you really are the best! Papaya, I hope you really do like to travel! Tracie, couldn’t have done it without you! Jeanette, you rock! I love your taste in music! B. Weiner, thanks for always spelling words for me, lol. Readers R Us. Sandy Barrett Sims, you are on my list. Thanks again! Carla Towns. Black Faithful Sisters And Brothers Book Club. Norlita Brown, thanks for the honesty. LD Hardy, such a good FB buddy! Glenda Wallace, you are good at what you do! Thanks! Author SK, I love an author who supports others. Denise Collier, I dream of readers such as you. Author Elizabeth LaShaun, thanks so much! I know it’s hard to find the time, but YOU did. Brandie Davis, (hey) Thanks again! My Urban Book Club. Mack Mama, thanks for the love! You are one of a kind! Sharon LadyShay. Terry Benjamin. Michelle DCBR Rawls, thanks so much. Radiah Hubbert. Malika B McLaughlin, thanks you. Brandie Randolph, you already know that I think you ROCK! You came in and saved this book. For that, I am so thankful! Editing Couture & More. Urban Hip-Hop & Street Literature. Ollie Moss, Sherika Williams. Tiffany Williams. Adina Spriggs. Sally McCargo. Adrenna Shipman. Dawn Jaspers, smile! Natoya Taylor, thanks so much! Christopher Joseph. Mya Ayo, thanks for the cover, so sexy! AAMBC.  ARC Book Club Inc. All4One. We Read Urban Fiction. Black E-book Club. Urban Reviews. The Daring Show Reading Club. The Sexy Situations Literary Suite. Thank you all!

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About the Authors

Matthew Ramsey was born and raised in Prince George's County, Maryland. He currently lives in Bowie, Maryland, where he continues to write, and works full-time as a benefits specialist.

Fabiola Joseph was raised in Silver Spring, Maryland. While in middle school, she found her passion for reading and writing. In 2011, The Art of Deceit, a novel about the grime that dwells behind HipHops velvet ropes, was released. She continues to develop new stories and poems at her home in Florida.

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