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  "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.

  "Nice choice." He said noticing the underwear.

  "Do you think he'll like it?" She asked.

  He answered, "What man wouldn't?" He walked over to her and kissed her forehead, "Thank you for helping me seal this deal."

  "It's in the bag baby...you know I got you." She said kissing his smooth cheek.

  Biz was sure that once Marcus got his kilos and fucked Angelique, it was a done deal. Not many men could fight off the urge to fuck her and not get sprung. Angelique started toward the door when Biz grabbed her arm. He spun her around gently and put his face in front of hers. She could smell the cognac on his breath as he exhaled slowly.

  "You ever disrespect me like that again...I'll bury you in the back woods bitch." He threatened. "Now go, he's waiting in the

  guest house."

  Downstairs Angelique snatched her keys slipped on her shoes and stepped into the huge backyard. She looked toward the guesthouse and saw Marcus standing naked in the window. Angelique trotted over to the bushes and retrieved her money. She slid the steak knife she grabbed from the kitchen inside and tossed the bag over her shoulder walking casually toward the guesthouse. She gave Marcus a devilish grin and stepped inside the room.

  “Sorry to keep you waiting so long baby. I wanted to freshen up for you. I’m sorry I was a bad girl earlier and now I wanna make it up to you. Now get on the bed and put ya dick in the air…..’ cuz you ‘bout to get the best ride of yo life baby!!”

  Marcus smiled like a schoolboy and obeyed his new mistress. He laid on his back crossing his arms behind his head. His stiff dick bobbed slightly up and down to the rhythm of his heartbeat. His fantasy walked over to the stereo

  and pressed play. “Toni Braxton’s” sultry voice filled the room, Angelique walked slowly around the bed undressing teasingly to the slow seductive beat. Marcus watched her every move as he licked his ashy lips. She grabbed four silk scarves from the nightstand drawer next to the bed. She expertly tied each one of his limbs to the bedpost. She made knots that the boy scouts would be proud of. Once she made sure, he was secure and not going anywhere, she dimmed the lights. From the nightstand on the left side of the bed, she grabbed a rubber ball gag and gently slipped it over Marcus’s head. Biz would never admit it but it had been in his mouth more times than she could remember. As her sex slave opened his mouth to try to protest, she hushed him with one finger on his lips.

  “Sshhhh baby, I jus’ don’t want everyone out there to here you moanin'. There will be no interruptions tonight. You have to trust me….remember you chose me.”

  “You a freaky ass bitch but that’s cool with me. I could tell you was a handful when I first saw you, shit do what you want…jus’ don’t tell anybody.” He instructed staring at her wildly.

  After she placed the gag in his mouth so nobody could hear him scream like the bitch he was, she

  sat on top of his hairy stomach and asked,

  “How bad you wanna throw that dick inside this pussy? Yeah, I saw you staring at me…you wanted to fuck me an hour before you even met me! You sure you can handle a bitch like me?”

  Marcus shook his head up and down rapidly! Angelique leaned over the side of the bed while still on top of him, her hand found the leather bag and inside she retrieved what she was looking for. As he squirmed showing his excitement she let him see the knife as she waved it menacingly in the air. Marcus’s eyes bulged and he muffed and growled in anger, spit leaking from the corners of his mouth. Marcus raised his hips in the air and tried to buck her off but Angelique tightened her thighs and rode him like a professional bull rider. The tip of the blade dug into his skin as he forced out muffled screams. Angelique continued to straddle him, locking his waist in her powerful thighs and performed her surgery despite the turbulent ride. When she was finished, Marcus lay on the bed exhausted with crimson puddles on the sides of his body. Sweat flowed into the river of blood oozing down his rib cage. Angelique stood up and admired her surgical skills. The words FUK U were jaggedly carved into his chest.

  “See you one
of those muthafuckas that think he can have what you want when you want it! Well sorry, pussy ass nigga…I aint for sale! Now you have somethin’ to remind you of that shit everyday!”

  As Marcus laid there bleeding and panting in pain, Angelique put on her clothes and grabbed the bag that held her punitive damages. She walked back to the side of the bed looked Marcus in the eyes and spit in his sweaty black face. Wasting no time, she ran to her Jag, jumped in and quietly rolled away. Once she was safely on the freeway, she inspected her face in the rear view mirror. She had a gash on her cheek and her lip was cut in the corner.

  "Fuckin’ bastard!" she spat. "Who tha fuck Biz think he is slapping me, I’m not that run to the shelter, file a restraining order type bitch! I'm the kinda bitch that will hit you where it counts, in the pockets! That was a two hundred thousand dollar smack...I hope he enjoyed it!"

  Then her eyes shifted over to the bag that held her parting gifts and she felt a little better.

  The Hit

  Hidden under the porch me and Omar waited patiently. We were dressed in all black and blended in with the shadows perfectly. I pulled the ski mask over my face and released the safety on all three of my guns. Omar did the same and handed me the silencers. He tossed me a pair of gloves and put his mask on.

  “You want some skittles?” I offered pulling out a pack.

  “Yeah.”

  We ate and crouched in silence, I turned my phone off after Biz called to check in on us, I didn’t want Samsung giving away our position.

  A white minivan pulled up in front of the house and a short Mexican got out. He walked briskly across the grass and approached the steps. I turned and nodded at Omar. We rolled out from under the porch, sprung to our feet, and aimed the guns at the drop man.

  "Don't fuckin’ move holmes!" I commanded.

  Omar rushed behind the dude and quickly searched him. He was shook; we had caught him off guard.

  "Move!" Omar said pushing the man to the

  side of the house. "Get on ya knees!" He ordered.

  I shoved my gun in his right eye and Omar jammed one in his crotch.

  "You droppin' tonight!" I questioned.

  "Nnn no no, pickeen nup!" He stammered.

  "Pickin up what vato?" I asked.

  His left eye moved around rapidly as he talked.

  "I'm pppickeen nup tha dinero, tha dinero!" He said in an accent.

  "How much?" Omar asked jamming his gun in deeper.

  "Two hunerd an fifteee!"

  I snatched the man to his feet and put the barrel in his right eye again. His left eye was tearing up and bouncing around like a pinball.

  "Look at me! You knock on that door and don't say a muthafuckin’ word comprende!"

  "Si yes yes yes!"

  I took the gun barrel off his pupil, "Relax." I told him patting him on his back. I reached in his back pocket and grabbed his wallet. Shoving my hammer in the small of his back, I pushed him toward the porch. I stood on the side of the door and Omar crouched down. He still had the gun aimed at the dude’s dick.

  "Get cute and I'ma shoot ya balls off!"

  Omar whispered.

  The drop man took a deep shaky breath and knocked on the door.

  "Who izzit?" A loud voice boomed.

  I looked down at the drop man's driver’s license to make sure he wasn’t trying anything funny.

  "It's Luis!"

  "You late nigga!" The voice on the other side of the door said.

  The clicking and pinging of several locks were heard before the door opened up. I didn’t waste any time, I spun around and shot Ash in the thigh causing him to hobble backwards. Omar pushed Luis in first, using him as a human shield. He saw Chico on the couch; threw Luis on the ground and aimed his hammer at Chico's head. Ash fell to the floor screaming and clutching his leg. Omar kicked the front door closed and stayed on his man. Chico was high and didn't have the reflexes to get to his gun sitting on the make shift coffee table. Omar grabbed the piece and stuck it in his waist.

  "What tha fuck Muthafucka!!!" Ash shouted in pain.

  "Who tha FUCK is ya'll niggas?!!” Chico yelled now completely sober.

  "Shut tha fuck up!" I ordered. "We tha bag men

  bitch!"

  I walked over to Ash and put my foot over the bloody hole in his jeans. I leaned all my weight on his leg. "You aint gotta die tonight, that's why ya leg is fucked up. I informed him. "Biz wanted me to ask if you changed your mind."

  He screamed from the pressure and grabbed at my boot.

  "Keep ya hands to ya self, I don't want you fuckin’ up my shoes!"

  "Fuck Biz...and fuck you niggas! Tell Biz he can suck my dick!” Ash shouted.

  He was much to pretty to be talking like that; he looked like an R&B singer instead of a drug slanging gangsta.

  "He speak for you nigga?" Omar asked

  Chico blankly.

  Chico spit at Omar and said, "FUCK YOU 'BIZ ASS NIGGAS!”

  Omar stiffened his wrist and shot Chico twice in the chest! His body lurched against the cushions and he slumped over on the arm of the couch.

  Omar looked down at Luis."Stay." He ordered. I put my gun inside Ash's pretty mouth and rested the barrel on his back molars. Omar knelt down and put the hot barrel in the middle of his forehead.

  "My friend Luis came to get some

  money-where is it?" I questioned.

  I pulled the gun out his mouth to hear the answer.

  "I aint givin’ ya'll muthafuckas SHIT!”

  I wiped the spit off my gun on his shirt. I grinned at him through the hole in the ski mask and shot him in his foot. The bullet put a perfect circle in his “Air Max's.” He rolled around in agony, screaming and banging his fist on the floor.

  "Mutha Fuck, Shiiittt, shit shit aight aight...It's in tha closet in tha dryer!” He gasped.

  “Now how hard was that?” I asked standing up.

  I walked down the hall to the laundry closet an opened the door. My eye caught the shimmer of a thin silky string as I heard the click.

  "BLAMMM!!!"

  Omar's head jerked up!

  "T!!" He shouted! "T!!"

  Ash was laughing on the floor, "Yeahhh, he don't hear you, that nigga dead!” He chuckled

  sadistically.

  Omar ran down the hallway stopping when he got to me. The shotgun blast hit me in the chest and slammed me against the wall. I was struggling to breath and my head was spinning. Omar grabbed

  me under my shoulders and sat me up.

  "That sneaky muthafucka." I said faintly. That nigga shot me.” I said gasping for air.

  Omar ripped my shirt open. "Damn nigga that shit fucked yo vest up!" He said unstrapping it.

  I felt my bare chest, searching for any wounds.

  I looked at my dry hands and grinned. I thought back to when Angelique gave the vests to us outside of the gun range; her gift was right on time. I intended to thank her personally for this one.

  "Help me up man."

  I was still laboring to breathe as I stood up slowly shaking my head to clear the cobwebs. I cautiously approached the closet and inspected the inside. A short barrel shot gun was mounted to the sidewall. A string was tied around the trigger which attached to the inside doorknob. It wasn’t a sophisticated boobie trap but it was effective. I opened the door to the dryer and pulled out a blue duffle bag. I handed the bag to Omar; he looked inside and smiled. We walked back into the front

  room. Ash's big ass smile froze on his face when he saw me alive and well. Omar aimed his hammer at Ash and I instantly grabbed his arm.

  "Naw man...let him live." I said.

  Ash's body relaxed with relief. He rested his head on the wood floor and sighed.

  "A few more seconds!" I added shooting him

  twice in the head.

  The bullets shattered his skull, leaving his blood

  spattered eyes staring at the ceiling. We quickly headed for the front door. I snatched a stack of bills out the bag and tossed it at Luis.
It landed in the middle of his back, ‘cuz he was still laying face down.

  "Gracias amigo!" I said.

  "Denada." he said into the wooden floorboards.

  I felt the night air brush across my chest as I ran the two blocks to the car. We hopped in and hit the free way…I was thinking the whole ride back.

  New Moves

  We rode back to the city in silence. The guns and shit we used was at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. The two dead examples we left in the house, would make niggas think twice before fuckin’ with Biz. Our job was done as far as I was concerned; Omar however was dissatisfied.

  "We should of went and hit that apartment Tyce, it wasn't nothin' but three niggas and some naked bitches in there baggin' up product!" He reasoned.

  "You don't know that O." I stated. "I aint takin' unnecessary risks for no dope." I said looking out the window.

  I grabbed my cell phone and dialed Biz's private number; he picked up on the first ring.

  "HELLO!” He shouted.