Riding Dirty on I-95 (28 page)

He smiled at Paulas letter, and for the first time the thought crossed his mind that he could possibly make Paula his wifey, his Bonnie, maybe even his Whitney.

T
he next day Cleezy went to court and Jus did not show up to take the stand.

Cleezy turned to look at Paula, who was sitting in the second row of the courtroom. As she gazed in his eyes, he knew that his heart was safe with her.

“Your Honor,” the prosecutor stood up and said, “I would like to request a continuance from the court.”

“Your Honor,” Cleezy's attorney jumped in, “it's clear that the prosecution does not have his witness, and he is not only trying to string my client along, but the whole judicial system as well.”

“Counsel, you need to proceed now with your case.”

The commonwealth attorney took a deep breath and sighed. “Your Honor, I'm asking for a continuance because our witness, Shawn Justice, seems to be no longer available.”

“What do you mean ‘no longer available’?” the irritated judge asked.

“Your Honor, may we have a sidebar?”

The judge nodded his head. The attorneys approached the bench and began to speak in hushed voices. Cleezy was able to hear a little. He heard the prosecutor say something about somebody being murdered in North Carolina and “genitals in his mouth.”

The judge nodded. As the prosecutor turned his back to the judge to walk back over to his table, Cleezy glanced behind him and saw Columbo sitting there looking smug. He obviously hadn't heard what Cleezy had heard. Columbo whispered to one of his fellow officers. They sat there and carried on a conversation, happy as a lark that they finally had Cleezy where they wanted him. “There is no talking in my courtroom, Officers. If you want to have a conversation, you take it outside my courtroom,” the judge said to Columbo and his companions.

“And, Counsel”—the judge redirected his attention to the prosecuting attorney—“this case should have been dismissed as soon as you found out your witness was dead.”

Cleezy saw Columbo's mouth drop open and his eyes harden. “You have people here sitting in this courtroom on this beautiful
afternoon as you pray for a genie to make your witness reappear. I don't beleive in genies, and this court has better things to do.”

The judge then turned to look at Cleezy “Mr. Fargo, I am dismissing all charges against you, and you are free to go.”

Of course Cleezy had to go back to jail and get processed out, but once he was finally released, Paula was waiting in her car for him just as soon as he walked out of the prison doors.

He smiled and got into the car. “Damn, baby, you love this nigga, don't you?” he said, leaning in and giving her a kiss.

“You know I do,” she said as she embraced him.

“You must do. How long you been waitin' on me?”

“Umm, since court.”

He looked at his watch. “It's six o'clock, and court was over at two.”

“I know. I just didn't want you to come out here and have to wait for me.”

“It didn't take but a few minutes for them to slap the cuffs on me and drag me in that mothafucka, but it took hours for them to let me go.”

“I know, baby, but at least you're out,” Paula said, looking into Cleezy's eyes as his eyes swept her body.

“So you gon' give me some of that?” he said as he began rubbing her thighs.

“You know it, but we need to get a room, because I am not going to feel right fucking in your momma's house.”

“Then drive to the Marriott,” Cleezy said with a wink as Paula smiled, pumped the gas pedal, and then sped off.

Cleezy could barely keep his composure until they got to the hotel. He rubbed and kissed on Paula the entire drive, telling her how he couldn't wait to be inside of her. Once they got to the hotel, the door to their room barely closed behind them before Cleezy
spun Paula around and began tonguing her as he lifted the little Ralph Lauren tennis dress she was wearing over her head.

“Baby, don't you want to slow down?” Paula asked him in a sensuous tone. “You might miss a spot.”

“Trust, I'm gon' hit every spot.”

Cleezy picked up Paula, and she wrapped her legs tight around his waist. He carried her over to the king-sized bed and laid her down. She watched as he took off his shirt and undid his pants. Once he was butt naked, he just stood there for a minute, allowing Paula to recollect what she had been forced to live without. Paula quivered at the sight of her well-hung buck. Cleezy removed her panties, then lay on top of her.

Paula lay there looking at the ceiling, feeling a little awkward. A minute ago her man was rushing her out of her clothes, and now he was just lying there on top of her.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

Cleezy shook his head. “Couldn't be more right. I just want to lay here and feel you for a minute. I mean really feel you.”

And that's what he did. His body was so warm on hers. He could keep her warm in an igloo. She put her arms around Cleezy and closed her eyes. It felt good just holding him, too.

Cleezy lifted his head and looked down at Paula. She opened her eyes and smiled. In sync they reached to kiss one another, not with their tongues either—just a soft kiss on the lips. Slowly Cleezy started to grind himself against Paula. Just his dick touching her gave her chills, creating a creamy wetness that was icing his dick with every stroke against her. Paula began grinding herself hard against Cleezy, and after only a few brushes of her throbbing clit against him, she came.

“Oh, Cleezy,” she said, almost embarrassed. But before the embarrassment set in, Cleezy was inside of her, stroking her vigorously and passionately like it was the last pussy he'd ever get.

It was evident to Paula that Cleezy must have been jackin' off while locked up, because he should have been the one to cum quickly. Instead she was the one who couldn't prevent the sudden climax. But it would only be a few deep strokes before Cleezy would release his juices into Paula.

“You feel so good,” Cleezy said, still up inside of Paula. Before he could even start to soften up, Cleezy quickly rolled over and pulled Paula on top of him, using his hand to keep himself inside of her. “Ride it,” he ordered her.

Paula began to move up and down on Cleezy, the sound of her wetness driving him crazy. “Faster.” She sped up. “Faster.” In no time at all Paula looked like she was riding a mechanical bull. Cleezy was in control, pumping faster and faster with each stroke, forcing Paula to keep up. Up and down she went, her titties flopping. Cleezy lifted his head and looked down to see the cream settling in Paula's jungle. He then grabbed hold of Paula and stood up. He leaned her against the wall and just started pumping as deep as he could.

He began to moan and groan as both he and Paula came at the same time. Cleezy was right when he'd told Paula that he was going to hit every spot. That is exactly what he did.

Just as the two were coming down off of their high, Paula's cell phone began ringing. Caught up in the moment, she didn't dare have Cleezy move so that she could answer her phone. It then began ringing again.

“Just answer it,” Cleezy demanded as he pulled himself out of her and unpinned her from the wall. Paula quickly got the phone.

“Hello,” she said. She paused and waited on a response, but there was none. She sucked her teeth and threw the phone down on the bed after she turned it off.

“Who was that?” Cleezy asked as he lay down on the bed, still trying to catch his breath.

“I don't know. They didn't say anything, and they blocked the number.” Paula picked up her panties and her dress. “I'm going to go take a shower real quick.”

As Paula got into the shower, Cleezy called Cook'em-up and told him to meet him in the lobby of the hotel in fifteen minutes. Cleezy wanted him to bring him up to speed on everything that was going on.

In fifteen minutes, Cook'em-up was there waiting in the lobby when Cleezy got off the elevator. “Good looking, man,” Cleezy said as he greeted Cook'em-up with a brotherly hug.

“Oh, anything for you, pad'na',” he replied.

“So what did that nigga have to say when you went to see him?”

“At first he kept denying it all, said he hadn't ratted on you. Then he finally broke down and told me that he couldn't do the time. He caught a case and was faced with thirty years. It was either you or him.”

“When did he catch a case?” Cleezy said curiously.

“He ain't tell nobody. He kept it hush.”

“But me and dat nigga go way back to fat shoelaces in sneakers.”

“Niggas don't give a fuck, and especially when it's some bitches involved.”

“Bitches?” Cleezy asked. “What you mean bitches?”

“I ain't want to say nothing to you, my nigga. When I went to see that nigga he was harpin on some shit about you stole Paula from him.”

“I stole Paula?” Cleezy had a baffled look on his face.

“Yup, that nigga said you knew Paula was always his ‘girl’ back in the day, some 'bout you always wanted to fuck her.”

“What dat got to do with anything? All dem years, why he ain't never get at her?”

“Let him tell it, he did,” Cook'em-up said, then switched the subject. “All I could think about is it was either going to be him or us, and it wasn't going to be us, so I rocked that nigga”— Cook'em-up smiled—“straight to sleep.”

When he extended his hand to give Cleezy a brotherly shake and hug, Cleezy said, “Well, my man, thanks for putting him to sleep for me. I couldn't have handled the shit any better.”

“So, what's up with your peoples? They gon' hit you up or what?”

“They gon' throw me something. I'm going to have to dump and reup again as quick as I can. They going away for two months to Colombia. I know the motherfucker they gon' put me wit' ain't goin' to look out for me as decent as my man do. So I'm just trying to stack as much work as I can. So in the next two days, when that shit arrives, I'm buying as much as I can and getting fronted as much as I can. Nigga, I'm using stash money and everything.”

“Once the shipment get here, your president of defense is here at your convenience,” Cook'em-up said as he flashed a big smile.

The rest of the night seemed to fly by for Cleezy as he enjoyed the pleasure that Paula poured onto him. Ms. Lolly had been blowing Paula's phone up with messages, but she never did turn her phone back on that night. The next morning Paula went to work late. Cleezy dropped her off and then went to his mom's.

His mom wasn't there when he got in. The first thing Cleezy did was go to the place in the closet where Paula told him his money was. He immediately put the money on the bed and started counting it. According to Paula's calculations, there should be around one hundred and seven thousand dollars. To his surprise, there was only forty thousand dollars. A wave of fire flushed through Cleezy's being. He took a couple of deep breaths and then recounted the money. Once again, he counted only forty thousand dollars.

“What the fuck!” he shouted as he threw the money. Bills fluttered down all over the room. “Ain't this a bitch,” he yelled as he punched his fist down on the bed. “That bitch!”

Cleezy couldn't even think straight. Never in a million years did he ever imagine that he would slip up bad enough to the point where a bitch would stick him for his paper. Just when he had serious thoughts about making Paula his wifey his paper comes up short. Not only had she taken his money but on top of that she didn't even bother to let him know that Jus had been trying to holler at her. After seeing over half of his money vanish into thin air, now he was wondering if indeed she had really fucked Jus and maybe they were just trying to get him out of the picture. Cleezy angrily paced the floor, contemplating his next move. How was he going to stay up on his feet with thousands missing? Now his plan had been completely messed up.

I knew this bitch was a fucking fraud
, he thought.
And to actually think that I loved this ho. Damn, I knew from day motherfucking one that you just can't under any circumstances turn no ho into no motherfucking housewife.

P
aula saw Cleezy pull up as she was finishing locking up the shop. A huge smile covered her face. She had been all day waiting to be with him, like they were new lovers. It was just something about Cleezy that made her feel brand-new, like she didn't have a past because he loved her for who she was now. Paula walked out of the shop and locked the door behind her. When she turned around, Cleezy was standing there leaning against the building.