Bankroll Squad (8 page)

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Pam’s mother was red-boned, her grandmother being a young black paralegal back in her days who was seduced by a young white attorney. As soon as the lawyer found out that he had impregnated his Negro paralegal, he paid her $200,000 to get as far out of town as possible, preferably to another country. She left the state and had Pam’s mother at a hospital in Dallas, Texas. Pam’s mother was the envy of all women dark and light in high school and college, and was the object of desire for all men, dark and light. She dated a caramel-complected guy whom everyone thought was definitely going to the NFL. He was the top college quarterback in the country as a sophomore, but fell victim to a career ending injury in his junior year. Her mom fell in love with the guy even more since they then had more time to spend together and more time to develop their relationship. After they graduated, they got married and Pamela Jones was born. A yellow girl with hazel eyes, the perfect body, and long shiny black hair; guys were after her since she was in the 6
^th
grade. She was raised in a good home, by great parents, and had a strong set of values instilled in her. As a high school freshman, just like her mother, she was envy of girls and the desire of boys. She was so beautiful that even her female teachers were jealous of her and they often gave her a hard time. Her first love was a player, a cheater, a complete liar. Her mom used to always warn her about dating seniors when she was only a freshman, but she was under the impression that she could have whomever she wanted. When the guy took her virginity and left her heart broken, she used all of her anger and fury as fuel. That harsh taste of the real life let her know that everything wasn’t peaches and pears. She learned how to be cold at times, calculating and manipulative, seductive, and aggressive. She would get what she wanted and keep it. She would let
no one
get in her way when she wanted something, and she definitely wanted something.

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“Good morning Malcolm! I made you some breakfast.... I’ll go get it. Don’t move.”
Before he could reply, Pam was gone to the kitchen to retrieve the breakfast that she had cooked. After arriving at Pam’s house the night before, they drank some champagne and fell asleep watching a movie. Malcolm was distraught over everything that had unfolded, so emotionally, he was extremely vulnerable. Although they flirted heavily, they never took it all the way to a complete sexual level. Although
Pam really wanted him, she knew that the best way to capture her man was psychologically, not sexually. She cuddled up next to him, constantly reassuring him that everything was going to be absolutely fine. After a while, she opened up to him about her relationship problems. She told him that it was very difficult to get a real man because every man that she encountered was always intimidated both by her beauty and possessions. She knew that the only way to get a man to open up, was to open up first. And it worked. After venting over some of her relationship woes, Malcolm felt compelled to make an attempt to relate to her. He told her about the argument that he and Jennifer had. He also told her about the text messages that she had sent him. He expressed how he felt about Kyla, and Pam said that her feelings for Kyla were mutual; that she also loves Kyla. Pam knew that Malcolm’s heart was fragile due to all it had just endured, so she had to handle it delicately. Malcolm looked around Pam’s plush bedroom, admiring the decor and the original interior design. The carpet was about 5 inches thick, and was the color of a chinchilla coat. Her carpet looked like it cost the same amount as a hard-top Bentley. The blanket was chinchilla, and the mattress on the bed actually contoured to every curve on his body and it did the same thing on her side without disturbing his. Malcolm was impressed with her place and was delighted when she told him that he could stay as long as he wanted to. It wasn’t really about the house, it was more about the home. Malcolm knew, as well as Pam, that he could go buy another house before lunch time and be in it before dinner, but Malcolm also knew that life was too short and too valuable to spend alone. Granted he still loved his wife but what good is that if love don’t love you back, he reasoned. Besides, the love that Kyla had just exhibited made him realize the difference between telling someone you love them and
showing
someone you love them. Kyla had shown her love by sacrificing the most important thing that she would ever own ... her life. Pam walked into the bedroom wearing a red and gold silk kimono carrying a plate of pancakes, bacon, sausage, and eggs. In her other hand was a bowl of Captain Crunch.
“That’s my favorite cereal, Pam ... how did you know I liked Captain Crunch?”
Pam smiled, as she sat his plate and bowl of cereal on the lamp stand.
“Because you told me years ago, and when you told me, I remember planning out this very exact breakfast for you if ever provided the opportunity. So ... lo and behold.”
She turned to go back into the kitchen to get her breakfast, the sunlight highlighting her golden skin tone; as if to underline her beauty in order for the world to see it. When they got through eating, she laid back cuddled up in Malcolm’s arms. He checked his Iphone and saw that he had missed 24 calls from Catfish throughout the night.
None from Jennifer,
he thought to himself. He thought of Kyla laying in the Emergency Room of the hospital in a coma and promptly broke away from Pam and got dressed.
“Pam, I’m on my way to the hospital. I’ll be there for a couple of hours. How about I call you around lunchtime, so maybe we can meet up?”
“That’ll be perfect for me because I still have a little work to do, and if I finish in time, I planned on going to the mall to pick up a few things. Take my Aston Martin, I’ll just drive my Benz today,” she said as she tossed him the keys.
Malcolm kissed her on the cheek and left her house, looking for the nearest Flower and Gift shop so that he could get Kyla something nice while she was in the hospital. He was going to nurture her spirit to good health, because he knew that the spirit would eventually ... nurture the body. And once her body was nurtured back to health, he was going to nurture their relationship until it was completely repaired.

nine

A

s soon as Coward 1 and Jennifer arrived at the hotel the previous night, Coward 1 realized that he had bit off more than he could possibly

chew. After two hours of sex, he was thoroughly exhausted, but Jennifer was still full of energy. When he realized that he wasn’t going to be able to keep up with her drug induced sexual marathon, he decided to snort some of the cocaine that she was sniffing. He had done coke before, but it wasn’t his drug of preference because it was so difficult for him to come down off of the high. He preferred the almighty X-pill over everything. Until he tried Jen’s coke. He snorted half of a line and immediately stopped because he thought that a drug this powerful must be either one of two things ... either mixed with something else or just completely
PURE.
It burned his nose as if he had just snorted rubbing alcohol, but that small side effect was nothing compared to the immense high that he was experiencing. He did the rest of the line, and after a few minutes they took more X-pills. They had marathon sex all night. They took a nap at 7 a.m., and at 9:30 a.m., they were both laying in the hotel bed staring at the ceiling wide-eyed. Reality had set in on both of them. Jennifer Powers’ reality was that she was now a slut ... a groupie ... something that she had never been because she had done something she’d never done. She’d cheated. She had officially violated the sacred sanctity of her marriage. Malcolm’s words ran through her body like a laxative.

“I loved you since day one, and I’ll continue to love you until the day that the love that I give you is not returned.”

She lay there knowing that yesterday was the day that she didn’t return her husband’s love. After sending him all those text messages, he tried to call her once, and she sent that call directly to voice mail. He sent her a text message that she didn’t even read. She looked at the sender and quickly replied: FUCK U. She got out of the bed and went to get her purse. She turned on her cell phone and viewed the text that she didn’t read. Her legs wobbled when she read the message. It said: DO U LUV UR HUSBAND? A deep sense of regret flushed her heart as she slowly walked into the bathroom to take a shower. She regretted going out, she regretted cheating, she regretted doing drugs. She had turned her life into a nightmare. She turned on the water and got into the shower. Coward 1’s reality was that he was a nothing. He was not a rich actor, hell, he was a robber. He shot people out of fear, and robbed people out of greed. He was worthless to society, but he felt good because he didn’t slave for anyone. He made his own way and he aspired to be rich like his Uncle Brandon. His Uncle had encountered a similar situation back in his day. He’d run upon a beautiful girl that the top drug dealer in the city trusted. The dealer paid her to rent upscale homes in the suburbs so that he could stash large amounts of cocaine in them. Uncle Brandon won the girl’s heart and the girl told him about everything. He convinced her to get him a key to the house and then they would be able to move to Paris in about a week and be filthy rich, never having to look back again or worry about a thing. This appealed to the woman greatly, who had two small kids, and didn’t want to continue having the stash house rented in her name once she saw the amount of drugs it held. She gave Uncle Brandon a key and his squad of goons retrieved 300 kilos.
100 feet long,
the Coward thought as he lay down plotting.
That’s a lot of cocaine. Now I gotta’ get her to take me to it.

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Although there is no concrete proof, there are variations of accounts of what a person goes through when they’re in a coma. Some of the people that have made it out of comas claim that they were unaware of their existence for that time period. Some people say that they were sleep; and when they came out of their comas, it seemed like only one night had passed. Kyla dreamed. The doctors didn’t expect her to make it through 24 hours, but she was still alive. It seemed as if her body was repairing itself without the need of a physician. Love was keeping her alive.

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Four and a half years ago, Kyla was working part-time at Pizza Hut as a delivery person. She was about to graduate college and the extra money helped out with various small expenses. She and Malcolm had been dating for two years already. She knew he hustled, but since he was never flashy, she thought nothing of it. Besides, he would have his diploma soon and then he would be able to start his career. One evening she had to deliver a large pepperoni pizza and 2 liter Sprite to a nearby Hampton Inn. When she arrived at the specified room with the delivery, the door was wide open with R&B songs playing from a small boom box. She knocked on the door as hard as she could, but soon realized that her knocking would not be heard over the sound of the music. She took it upon herself to walk into the room. After taking about four steps, she was able to see around the wall that separated the kitchen from the bedroom. The room was a double bed, and smelled of an exotic strawberry-themed fragrance. On one bed was what looked to be a million dollars inn cash, and on the other bed was her man, Malcolm. Malcolm had a huge grin on his face, and Kyla had her poker face on.

“Malcolm, what are you doing? Why is all of that money on that bed?”
Malcolm got off of his bed and went to embrace Kyla.
“Baby you don’t even have to work again. Money is no option. You can quit your Pizza Hut job now if you like.”
Kyla broke free from Malcolm’s warm embrace and stared at him.
“Malcolm, I don’t want money. I want a life ... I wanna’ be a doctor one day-”
“But Kyla, I’m telling you that you don’t have to do anything, just be my woman. You don’t have to worry-”
“Malcolm, you have a listening problem. I want to be a doctor. I want to be able to help people. I don’t want to get caught up in the illusion of a free ticket because nothing’s free. Everything has a price. Everything.”
“Including you?” Malcolm said, smirking.
“No! Because first of all, I’m not a thing, I’m a person! I can’t believe-”
Malcolm cut her off with a delicate kiss on the lip.
“Malcolm, we’re about to graduate college, we don’t need this dirty money. We-”
He kissed her again.
“Malcolm....”
He kissed her on her neck, then sucked on one spot which caused a passion mark to show up on her light skin.
“I love you Kyla.”
“Ooooh baby, I love you to. ... but that doesn’t change-”
“Ssshhh. Relax baby. I’m your man, your protector, and your lover. I promise you that nothing’s going to happen to you as long as we’re together.”
Malcolm took the pizza out of her hands and laid it on the dresser. He turned back towards her, and noticed that she was trembling. It had only been two weeks since Malcolm had taken her virginity, and they had not had sex again. Malcolm didn’t believe in making sex the focal point of a relationship. Besides, every time he got close to Kyla and kissed or touched her intimately, she always started shaking. She trembled out of a mixture of nervousness and eagerness. Malcolm fell in love with her easily. For a woman whom every man wanted to be with, she had every right to be arrogant, conceited, and self absorbed. Especially when that type of output was expected from her. People that thought she was arrogant couldn’t be more wrong if they said that two plus two equals seven. Kyla was the ultimate defiance of the stereotype.
“Baby, try not to be nervous ... relax Kyla ... I got you baby,” Malcolm whispered into her ear.
Then he softly exhaled a warm, moist stream of air into her ear. Kyla shivered, a soft feminine moan escaping her throat. Malcolm laid her down on the bed and pulled her shirt up so that he could kiss her navel. As soon as his warm , wet tongue made contact with her stomach, she gasped harshly. Her breathing pattern sped up twofold, and her petite hands grabbed the side of his head in a feeble attempt to stop him from torturing her.
“Mal ... ahhh ... ooohh ... you know I’m working right now...”
Malcolm’s tongue trailed from her navel to her hip bone.
“I’m working too, Kyla.”
He started sucking on her left hip bone, causing a shudder to run straight through her entire body. She could barely take all of his tongue massaging, which was evident in all of her shaking and fidgeting. He pulled her jogging pants and panties down at the same time, pulling them completely off of her body. Instantly he went from sucking her hip and waist area to twirling his tongue in circles on the inside of her right thigh. She had never had a man’s tongue nowhere close to the area that Malcolm was terrorizing. He slowly slid his tongue from the bottom of her right thigh, all the way up to her right pussy lip, then he licked it once like it was a ice cream cone. She squirmed, trying to get away from Malcolm’s grasp, but she couldn’t pry herself away as Malcolm licked her left pussy lip. She jerked and twisted while simultaneously moaning and screaming from the foreign pleasure of receiving oral sex. Malcolm gripped her ass to hold her in place, then his lips softly wrapped around her clit, causing her to sweat from the pleasure. Then he flicked his tongue gently across her clit over and over until she let go of an orgasm so big that estrogen combined with adrenaline; and gave her enough supernatural strength to throw Malcolm off of her. She didn’t even realize what she had done, nor did she realize what had just happened to her. When Malcolm looked at her again, she was laying sideways with her legs shut and her thumb in her mouth. She had her eyes closed and she seemed to be mumbling some incoherent dialect to herself. When he took her virginity; she did the same exact thing afterwards. He knew that she would be sleep soon so he went into the bathroom to wash the female juices off of his face while she fell asleep. He need her to be sleep in order for him to carry out the next part of his plan.