TYCE (5 page)

"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.