TYCE (4 page)

"You could never do that." She replied making eye contact. "Maybe next time we'll work on the...or two." She said with a wink.

Angelique was off the pillow fine. She could easily have been a model but she was to gangsta. She had brains and beauty. She had a degree in communications from “
USC
” but her high street IQ is what got her paid. She had the kind of body that made niggas write...pay to the order of Angelique, on their paychecks.

"When you’re finished here, meet me outside ok?" She said leaving.

Omar didn't pay Angelique no mind. He wasn't trying to end up like Scoop. So when she left he put his brain on display.

"I keep tryna tell you, that bitch is trouble Tyce. You know what happened to Scoop and I don't know how many other niggas behind her ass!"

"Dog, I don't mix business with pleasure, you

know that shit." I reminded him.

As we walked out the building and into the bright sun, we saw her leaned up against her Jag. She was parked next to Omar's “
Escalade.”
I took a mental picture of her tight white leggings and gold fitted shirt that gripped her hips. My eyes followed every dip and curve of her body like a roller coaster.

I walked up on her and asked, "What did you want to see me about?"

"I got you two some gifts." She answered.

"What kind of gifts?" I asked curious.

"Nothin' much, jus’ a little somethin’ I thought you could use."

"Thanks. If you woulda told me I would have came by and picked em up.” I offered.

"No problem, gives me a chance to get a little me time." She said rolling her eyes in her head. "Plus I like to know you guys are safe."

I just laughed a little after she said that. She popped her trunk and pulled out a large box. I took the box from her and tossed it to Omar.

"Ay how you know where I was anyway?" I wondered aloud.

She grinned, "You always get a little practice in before a job."

And with that, she walked back to her car jumped in and sped off.

Jack Boys

      We'd been in Riverside for about two weeks checking up on this nigga Ash; we knew every move this fool made. He had a small but loyal crew. His main man was a hotheaded essay nigga named Chico. Ash had two main spots he hustled out of. He had an apartment where he cooked and bagged the product up and a little house on the east side of town that served as the drop. This niggas shit was sloppy though, he spent too much time chasing pussy and blowing money. It was easy to get up on him, whenever the drop was made only him and Chico were there to meet the bagman. We planned to hit the house fast and hard when the delivery was made.

We were sitting at a booth in the back of a spot Ash and his crew hung at. We stayed low key and just blended in with everybody else. Ash and his boys were acting a fool in the club as usual. They were at a round table throwing money at a female while she danced in the middle of their table. Ash opened a bottle of Champaign and sprayed the girl’s chest hoping to get a better view of her titties. The amateur stripper screamed with delight, putting her hands up to shield her eyes from the spray.

"What you drinkin' tonight fellas?" A cute

waitress asked me.

"Two double shots of “
Bacardi”
...light." I responded handing her a 50-dollar bill.

She weaved her way through the crowd and moments later returned with the drinks. She set the drinks down and started to hand me the change. I raised my hand in protest and told her to keep it. A huge smile spread across her face as she leaned closer to me. I felt a faint tap in my lap and looked down as she dropped a folded napkin on my crotch.

“That’s my number feel more than free to use it.” She whispered in my ear.

“Damn you aint shy at all huh?” I asked.

“Not really my style, I like what I like and I let you know.” She said smartly.

“Well Ms. Bold, I aint shy either.” I came back.

“Well call me and prove it, the names Angel.”

“Well, you are definitely blessed.” I complimented.

A sly smile spread across her dimpled cheeks as she turned around a let her ass wave goodbye.

“MAN… How coulda’ nigga be gay with

bitches like that around?” Omar asked

pounding the table with his fist.

“Shit I can’t call it my nigga….pussy feel too

good to throw it away.” I cosigned putting the napkin in my back pocket.

“Hell yeah!” He agreed.

“Shhiiitttt!” We said at the same time laughing at each other’s expressions.

It was 12 midnight. The bagman arrived at the house between two and three in the morning. We watched as two of the four niggas from the crew left with the wet dancer, leaving only him and Chico. As usual, on drop nights, Ash and Chico sent everybody else on their way. We downed the shots and left out the back exit. We hopped in the rental car and headed toward the house. Before we got there, we pulled over in a dark alley to grab a case we'd hidden earlier. Omar opened the case full of equipment and we both suited up. Exactly 15 minutes later, we were posted under the wooden porch of the drop house waiting on the bagman.

Devil nThe Flesh

    
Biz pulled his cell phone out and dialed slowly. He was sitting across the table from some bosses he'd flown in from D.C. He held his hand up to excuse himself before he spoke into the phone.

"Tyce; I was jus’ checkin’ to see if you gonna make it to that party tonight?" He paused while he listened, "Good, good, well I hope you two have a blast, hit me later, and let me know how it went. Give my regards to the host." He said coldly.

He returned his attention to the guest in his office. Orlando and Marcus were two major hustlers from the east coast. They were looking to expand to California and Biz was the nigga to see. In exchange for a piece of his pie, Biz wanted a slice of theirs. The deal was already set; all that was needed was a few details and handshakes. One  detail the D.C. niggas were concerned about was how Biz handled resistance in his organization.

"I'm lovin' what I see; you got shit tight out here." Marcus confessed. "But...how do you deal with hard head mafuckas? Too much blood is bad for business, but I'm sure you

know that."

Orlando cosigned, "Yeah nigga we rest in

Washington, we can't afford to be wrapped up in bullshit in California."

Biz stroked his salt and pepper goatee. He knew this was a concern for them. Shit, he asked them the very same question and was satisfied with their operation. So how could he blame them for wanting that same sense of security the phone call in front of the men was a deliberate move to answer that very question.

"The man on the other end of that phone call is my problem solver. He and his man keep unruly mafuckas in line. Between my rep and their perfect record, don't nobody fuck with me for too long" Biz assured;

He leaned back in his chair and sipped his drink. "Now, to show my appreciation...I arranged to have ten kilos dropped off tonight as a personal parting gift and a lil’ sumthin'... personal."

Biz pressed the intercom button and told Angelique to come in. She walked in with a train of beautiful girls trailing her. Angelique stood next to Biz's chair as the women made a circle around the desk and stood in a row beside the two men. It was a pussy parade and Orlando was in heaven. He hungrily eyed the young gorgeous women stopping his gaze on every curve. They may have looked like grown women, but these girls were no

older than 17. Angelique studied the scene and felt a wave of sadness come over her. She saw her reflection in those wide-eyed girls. She remembered when Biz first climbed on top of her and snatched her virginity. She had been the same age as they were; he was 44 at the time. Orlando chose three girls for himself and graciously allowed Marcus to make his selections. Marcus placed a hand on his stiff dick and licked his lips.

"I want her," he said pointing at Angelique.

Biz raised his eyes and looked up at Angelique. He motioned for her to go over to Marcus.

"I see you recognize good shit when you see it." Biz complimented.

Angelique's mouth opened in shock at what she was hearing.

"
Fuck
that
, and
fuck
you
muthafucka
!!!" She shouted at Marcus.

“I aint the bitc…..”

Biz sprang to his feet and backhanded her across her cheekbone, slamming the brakes on her words of protest. The unexpected blow made her take a bow in the opposite direction. He snaked his hand around her slender waist and helped her stand up straight.

"That was so disrespectful baby. You should be

honored the man chose you in a room full of beautiful younger ladies."

Marcus watched silently still holding his dick. He was getting more aroused by her feisty attitude. Biz pinched her side tightly twisting her flesh in his fingers.

"I think you owe Marcus an apology." He said staring intensely in her eyes.

Realizing the situation she was in, Angelique regained her composure. The juvenile girls silently cheered her bravery as they waited for her next move. Angelique stood to her full 5.7 frame arched her back and smiled.

"You're right babe, I'm sorry Marcus. If you still want me...meet me in the guest house in five minutes, I want to change and freshen up a bit." She said seductively.

Satisfied, Biz released his grip on her rib cage. Angelique switched out the office and down the

hallway. She slipped off her shoes and crept into Biz's master bedroom. Once inside she contemplated storming back in the office and letting her 9mm do the talkin’…thinkin’ of something much better she went into the back of

the walk in closet and eyed the safe. Her fingers obeyed her brain and moved quickly dialing in the combination. The safe door swung open and she filled a leather bag with stacks of money. Angelique shut the safe, hurried to the open window of the room, and tossed the bag out. She quickly returned to the closet and began to pick through her lingerie. She walked out the closet holding a two-piece thong set as Biz walked in.