Chapter 2

DEA agent Mark Pratt had received a call from an anonymous caller. He and his partner, Ken Clarkson, drove to the airport and met with security.

When the plane arrived, it was easy to spot the women. They were the only two African-American women on the plane. Security approached them first.

“What the hell is going on?” one of the ladies asked. “I need you two to come with me.”
“Where are we going?” the same lady asked.
“I just need to ask you a few questions.” The man pointed to an

office behind him.
The ladies were hesitant.
Mark Pratt walked over and flashed his badge. “I’m Mark Pratt of

the DEA; and this is my partner Ken Clarkson.”

 

Tears rolled down Sandy’s face. She looked helplessly at Nicole.

 

*****

“I think the girls got busted,” Twin said as he paced in Fatboy’s den.
Fatboy picked up the remote control then muted the television.” Why do you say that?”
“Every time I call the phone, it goes straight to voice mail.”
“Really?” JoJo asked.
“Yeah, but we can’t let that worry us. Paige made it through safely, so we got plenty of dope.”
“We should be worried. Those girls know how all of us look. That’s the same way Jamal and Dawg went down—a couple of bitches brought everybody down.”
“Jamal went out in a blaze of Glory.” Fatboy smiled. “Yeah, that nigga was the realest nigga to ever come out of my hood.”
Jamal had been a couple of years older than him, but they were from the same neighborhood and used to get their haircut at the same barbershop. Fatboy remembered all the cars and the beautiful women Jamal had had.
“I ain’t trying to go out like that,” JoJo said. “I heard the same agent named Pratt stayed on their ass. I still remember the name.”
“Jamal and Dawg were stupid, man. They had too many people in their business, and Dawg had partnered up with the undercover and didn’t even know it,” Twin said.
“I guess we’re too smart and we can never go to jail. It can never happen to us, right?” Fatboy said.
“I know it can’t happen to me; because I ain’t selling shit to nobody I don’t know.”
Fatboy grimaced. “You know what, Twin? My dad told me that if I’m ever around a muthafucka who don’t think he can go to jail, get the hell away from him.”
Twin lit a cigarette. “Hey, I didn’t say we can’t go, but I know we are smarter than Jamal and Dawg.”
“Yeah, but we have to learn from their mistakes. We have get out when it gets hot or else,” Fatboy said.
“You know what? Dawg was stupid for selling to the feds; and I don’t feel sorry for Jamal—cause the nigga had HIV and was still running around here poisoning chicks with his dirty dick. He gave shorty that shit and ruined her for life.”
“Fuck all that history talk; we have eight kilos. Let’s get down to business,” Twin said, then he blew a ring of smoke around the room.
“How in the hell did Paige make it?” JoJo said.
“She wanted to go by herself,” Twin said. “Plus she’s white. This is her country, man. Ain’t nobody gonna fuck with a white girl.”
“Okay…where’s our shit?”
“I’ll go get it. It’s in the car.”

*****

JoJo slapped Nia’s ass hard as he entered her from the back. The tattoo of the Tiger on her back made his erection harder. He thrusted deeper before turning her over on her side.

“Yes. I love it!” she screamed.

 

K. ELLIOTT

 

He smiled and kept humping.

Five minutes later, she turned toward him. He examined her body. No stretch marks or cellulite or anything.
She kneeled and put her lips on his manhood. He grabbed her head. She stopped. “You know I don’t like it when you do that shit.”
He frowned. “Come on, baby, keep going.”
Nia wiped her mouth. “You know I can’t have you degrading me.”
“Is that what this is all about? Degrading? I thought we were just fucking and having fun.”
“Yeah, we are, but you know I got a man.”
“The one I’ve known all my life.”
“And I feel bad about doing this shit sometimes.”
“Hell, me too.”
“I can’t tell; you grabbing my head and shit, trying to make me feel like some slut toy.”
JoJo stood and picked his boxers up from the floor. “You’re the one that started this shit.”
Nia picked up a Timberland boot and threw it at JoJo. “Motherfucker, you gonna put this shit all on me? Remember, you’re the one that used to come around while Fatboy was gone and tell me how nice my ass was.”
“But you’re the one that used to wear all that revealing shit around the house. You wanted me to look at your ass.”
“Fuck you, JoJo.”
He walked over, grabbed Nia by the arm, and kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry. We like each other. That’s all that matters.”
She leaned forward and kissed him. “I love Fatboy, too.”
“I know you do.”
“I’m in a fucked up situation.”
“Think about me; I’m the nigga’s friend from day one.”
“What are we gonna do?”
“I don’t know.”
Nia’s eyes became moist. She stepped away from JoJo’s grip then turned to face him. “I keep telling myself that Fatboy’s impotence is the reason I’m cheating.”
“Well it is, isn’t it?”
“That and the fact that I like you ... I like the way you make me feel, and I like the way you make me laugh.”
“I like you, too, Nia.”
“Come and give me a kiss, nigga.”
JoJo walked over to Nia.
She pulled his penis out and continued her oral performance.