Tampa Black: Part ! (11 page)

“Damn wet back, you're rude as fuck dawg. Is that how you talk to everybody, or just me killa? ...”

Recognizing Trions younger cousins voice, Cuba lightened up a little bit. If Smoke was calling, it meant more guns, and more guns meant more money.”

“O… que Paso puto ... What do you have for me today?”

Ignoring Cuba’s little verbal jab, Smoke got straight to business.

“Listen dawg, we got three cases of M 1’s, four cases of AR’s, and two crates of hand grenades. Los said the ticket for you is fifteen grand, and we can drop them off tonight.”

“No... No... No... fuck that puto, I'll give you 12 grand and my people will meet you at the docks to pick them up. Homie you still owe me for shooting up my fucking restaurant last week. You know better than to bring violence to my place of business hombre. You can't just run around like a wild animal....”

Taking a second to allow the thought to set in, Smoke finally gave in.

“Okay dawg, you can get the tools for thirteen, but fuck that pussy ass nigga I wacked in your spot. That bitch owed the family money. Everybody pays their dues, either in cash or in blood; it don’t matter to me!”

Sitting in front of his projector screen, Carlos was relaxing in his recliner watching Shottas when Smoke called.

“What's up cuz?”

Skipping the small talk, Smoke got straight to the business.

“Listen cuz, I talked to Cuba. The business is official on that end, but I just got offline with our guy in uniform.  We've got a problem.”

Anxious to get to the details, Carlos almost lost his patience.

“Spit it out cuz, what's bothering you?”

Getting the green light, Smoke gave him the business play by play.

“The word is that the D.E.A and the Feds are looking into a couple of our spots. A detective named Lawson kicked in fat Freddy’s front door this morning asking about Trion and the family. Niggas say dawg kept his mouth closed when the cops hit, but our guy in uniform said that fat ass nigga just walked out of the precinct on an O.R bond... The thing is that, I know we just sent ten blocks to his spot yesterday...”

After hearing what Smoke had to say, Carlos knew two things for sure. One, detective Lawson was going to be a problem; and two, Fat Freddy was working... Although Freddy was a longtime associate of the family and made work disappear like a magician, Carlos knew that an executive decision had to be made. Speaking in code Carlos gave the instructions that his cousin was waiting for.

“Okay dawg, grab a few Brooms out of the closet for the maids, and tell them that I want the house spotless. ...”

Although Smoke had guys in position to clean up the mess, his loyalty to Trion and the family wouldn't let them. Pulling out a duffle bag loaded with a small arsenal, he opened it and pulled out two silencers to attach to his Desert Eagles. This message was more than just business, Smoke wanted to make a statement in the streets. The price of disloyalty was death period....

Pulling up into the projects in a primed down smoke grey box Chevy, Smoke sat behind the dark tinted windows watching the streets for any sign of Fat Freddy. Seeing a junkie staggering out of the alley dressed in tatters clothes, Smoke flashed his lights signaling her to come talk to him. Letting down his window, he took a closer look at her. After a second, he was able to place her face. The junkie’s name was Vanessa Grey. Vanessa was one of Smoke’s old high school flames. At one time she was a beautiful and ambitious girl, until one day her mother was brutally raped and murdered by another junky while nodding off from a hit at a dope house. Vanessa was now the same junkie her mother used to be, and she was headed down the same road.

Recognizing Smokes face, Vanessa instantly looked down at her worn and tattered clothes and shoes before looking back up and becoming extra animated in order to cover up her inadequacy.

“Smoke! Hey Baby, long time no see. What brings you over this way?”

Not wanting any extra eye witnesses to their exchange, Smoke unlocked his passenger door.

              “Get in, I need to talk to you really quick. ...”

Excited by the opportunity to try to dig into Smoke’s pockets, Vanessa jumped into the passenger seat.

Pulling off from the curb, Smoke rolled his window back up before turning into the alley that Vanessa had just walked out of moments ago. Thinking that pulling into the alley was a sign that he wanted to get his freak on for old times’ sake, Vanessa reached over into his lap and begin to massage his manhood through the fiber the black cargo pants. Grabbing her wrist, Smoke looked into her eyes with a twinge of regret as he noticed her battered broken down features.

“Look, I didn't come here for all that Vanessa, I just need some information. I heard that Fat Freddy is out here in these project somewhere. Have you seen him?”

Embarrassed by Smokes rejection, she caught an attitude. Smacking her lips, her words came out dripping venom.

“Fuck you dawg ass nigga! Your punk ass started getting a little money, now you're too good for a bitch huh?! fuck you Smoke, I aint telling you shit ...”

Before she could get another word out, Smoke grabbed her by her throat and viciously slapped her with his Desert Eagle before shoving the silenced barrel into her mouth. Speaking in a slow drawl, he struggled to compose himself.

“Listen bitch, I don't know who you think you're talking to, but you've got two seconds to tell me what I want to know before I blow your motherfucken brains out of your junkie ass head...”

Knowing that Smoke was a certified killer was more than enough to loosen her lips.

“Okay... Okay... Okay... Please don't kill me baby... Fat Freddy got a baby by my friend Asia. I just saw him a few minutes ago. He's over on Lumbar street right now.”

Seeing the fear in her eyes, Smoke knew that she was telling the truth. Pressing the button on the console, Smoke rolled the passenger side window down; Forcing Vanessa's headed to hang out of the threshold. As soon as Vanessa looked into his eyes, she knew her life was over. Before her thoughts could even fully developed, two silenced hollow tips ripped through her skull, blowing chunks of her brain out of the window into the alley. After dumping Vanessa's body, Smoke pulled off to go pay Fat Freddy a visit…

Coming up the block where Asia lived, Smoke notice a chubby figure bending over into the trunk of a Camaro. On site, his instinct told him that it was Fat Freddy. Parking his box Chevy behind of utility trucks a few cars away, he pulled his ski-mask over his face and eased out of the car. Fats was so caught up in situating the duffle bag in his trunk, he never saw what was coming...

Stepping up behind Fats, Smoke tapped him on his shoulder. Shocked, Fats jumped; Spinning around only to meet the barrels of Smokes twin Desert Eagles. As soon as Fats face was fully exposed, Smoke release multiple rounds into it; literally blowing it into pieces. The power of the bullets impact drove Fats upper body into his trunk, causing him to slump into a sitting position.

              Noticing the gas container sitting next to Fats inside of the trunk, Smoke pulled it out and begin to saturate him with its contents.  Lighting Fats pants on fire, Smoke walked back to his car and pulled off as the bystanders began to crowd their windows and the sidewalk. To Smoke the act was a necessary evil, just another day at the office. Family business was just that, business...

Meeting Felipe at the dock an hour later, Smoke made the transaction and pulled off unaware that he was under surveillance. As Detective Lawson took note of the exchange. He also made note that Smoke was in a box Chevy fitting the description of the one that was seen leaving the scene of a murder in the projects only an hour ago. The police officer inside of Mr. Lawson wanted to book this low life street punk now, but the detective inside of him knew that there was food higher on the chain to be caught, so he just took pictures and assigned a tail to the vehicle...

“In due time...”

CHAPTER 16

THE GOOD LIFE

Opening his eyes for the first time in the morning, Carlos felt an amazing tingling sensation in his manhood as the Cuban model that he had brought home the night before teased his shaft with her tongue.  As Meena deep throated Carlos’s dick, he felt himself about to come just as his phone began to ring...

“Damn man who the fuck is this? ...”

Pulling Meena’s head back so he could concentrate on the phone call, Carlos spoke into the receiver.

“Hello...”

Noticing the slight sound of irritation in his cousin’s voice, Trion decided to get to the business.

“Yo, what up dawg listen, I set up a meeting for you with one of our business associates in Key West.  He's kind of throwed off, but he's good people. I need you down there by noon tomorrow to lock things in. Hit me when you're back in the city ...”

Ending the call, Carlos allowed Meena to continue showing him the wonders of her tongue until he exploded in her mouth. Meena had wanted to get with Carlos for so long, that she didn't mind swallowing every drop as she climbed on top of him and straddled his manhood.

Sliding down his pool. Meena’s tight, moist walls effortlessly gripped Carlos’s manhood as she rode his dick like a pornstar. After multiple orgasms, they both fell asleep in a state of bliss. Even in his sleep he knew that he had found a jewel, so he held onto her as she snored slightly with her head on his chest.

Although love wasn't part of the life he lived, Carlos new that what he felt for Meena was a little more than lust; however, he decided that he would allow time to be the judge.

That night Los pulled out of Tampa at 11:30. He decided to arrive in Key West early the next morning, so that he could secure a hotel room just in case things took a little longer than expected. This was his first time meeting with Falco so he wanted to be on point. Trion had informed Carlos that Flaco was a little off the wall so he didn't know what to expect, but his intentions were to be ready for whatever.

Arriving at Flaco’s mansion later that afternoon, Carlos had to silently salute the kingpin’s taste for luxury. The long “U” shaped cobblestone drive-way of the mansion was sprinkled with a fleet of exotic cars. The manicured lawn was so plush and flawless that it was almost unreal. Although The Family was seeing money, this was a whole other tax bracket.

Ringing the doorbell, Carlos waited patiently for someone to answer. After a few moments, the door came open revealing a beautiful petite Panamanian goddess. Frozen by her beauty, Carlos couldn't help but to stand there and stare at her captivating features. Breaking the silence, she giggled before speaking.

“Come in Carlos, Flaco is waiting for you by the pool.”

The fact that the petite beauty had on next to nothing, and had the body of a stripper only amazed Los more. As he followed her to the pool, he couldn't help but to notice how her long silky black hair fell to her waist as her ass cheeks jumped and giggled with every step.

Stepping into the pool area, he was even more impressed by what he saw. Flaco was sitting beside an in-caved swimming pool with what seemed to be a small waterfall flowing into it. On the other side of the pool no more than twenty yards away from the mansion was a small Harbor with a sailboat attached to its dock.

Standings to greet his guest, Flaco looked into Carlos's eyes almost as if to assess him briefly while shaking his hand.

“Greetings hermano... It is a privilege to meet you. Your cousin Trion has spoken highly of you. Come... Let us sit and have a drink my friend”

Pressing the button on his mobile intercom, Flaco gave instructions for drinks to be brought to him and his guest.

While engaging in small talk, Carlos noticed two beautiful topless women coming out of the dining area of the mansion carrying a tray of drinks and fresh sliced fruit. Smiling to himself, Carlos thought,

“Now this is the good life ...”

As the ladies dropped off the refreshments, Flaco slapped one of them on the ass and told them to go cool off. Stepping out of their panties exposing their beautiful bodies, they slipped into the lavish pool and began to enjoy themselves. Noticing the look in Carlos’s eyes, Flaco handed him a cigar and lit it for him.

“Relax my friend. Women are one of life's most precious treasures, they are meant to be enjoyed... Where have you decided to stay during your visit to Key West?”

Slightly guarded, Carlos looked at Flaco for a moment before waiving off the paranoia.