Chapter 14

The next morning, J-Black watched Melody from across the street. It was 7:00 a.m. when she put her five-year old son in the back seat of the back Honda station wagon and fastened his seatbelt. The car warmed up for about five minutes, and then she pulled off. When she was long gone, he went to the back door. It had four small glass panes. This is going to be easier than I thought. He rushed to his car and returned with a Phat Farm jacket wrapped around his right fist. He smashed out all four panes then tossed the jacket aside.

He opened the door and began to ransack the place. He searched the kitchen, the trashcans, the bathrooms, the hall closets … but found no money.

Twin better not have lied to me , he thought. Finally, in the bedroom, he looked in the dresser drawers. Nothing. No sign of money. But he did find her underwear drawer. Thongs, bikinis, and G-strings. One of the G-strings had beads on it. Damn. This is some sexy shit. J-Black found a picture of her on the dresser. She was tall and light complexioned with long, wavy hair. Damn, this one sexyass bitch. He lay on her bed for a minute and imagined her with the beaded G-string on, strutting topless. He pulled out his penis for a minute and stroked it, and then he sniffed her underwear. He was on the verge of having an orgasm when he remembered what he’d come for.

He got up and headed for the walk-in closet. Melody had about fifty pairs of shoes. He started tossing all the shoes and boxes out onto the closet floor. Money spilled from two Jimmy Choo shoeboxes. J-Black’s eyes lit up, thousands of dollars right there at his fingertip. He started to count the money but then decided that there was too much for him to count. He stuffed the bills back in the boxes, carried it all under one arm, and headed for the back door. He stopped and looked back at the G-string on the bed. He decided to get that, too.

*****

Later that night, at his run-down apartment, J-Black counted the money. He’d come up with thirty-eight thousand dollars. He smiled to himself. It had been a very good day, but not good enough. While his adrenaline was still going, he decided that Fatboy would be the perfect target again. He locked the place up and headed out to Lake Norman.

He arrived at Fatboy’s house 45 minutes later and rang the bell. A beautiful young lady answered the door. “Yes, can I help you?” “Yeah, I was driving and I noticed that your car lights was on.” He

held a gym bag in one hand. There was nothing inside it but duct tape.

The woman looked puzzled. “My lights shouldn’t be on. They should go off automatically.”
“It’s your interior light, sweetie.” J-Black smiled. “I sometimes leave mine on unintentionally.”
She stepped outside and closed the door. “Thanks a lot, sir.” She walked toward the car before realizing the man must have made a mistake. “My lights aren’t on,” she told him.
He produced the 9mm. “No screaming. If you do, I promise I will shoot through your little sexy ass.” He walked toward her and grabbed her arm. “Now take me back in the house and show me where the stash is.”
She was too afraid to say a word. She led him back to the front door and opened it.
They were met by Tommy.
J-Black aimed his gun at Fatboy and smiled. “We meet again, muthafucka.”
Tommy held his hands up. “Hey, man, I ain’t got no fuckin dope.”
“Where the fuck is the money, nigga?”
“I ain’t got no money.”
J-Black cocked the hammer of the gun. “You get over there beside him,” he told Nia.
She quickly obliged.
“Where the fuck is the money?” J-Black asked again.
“I ain’t got no money.”
J-Black slapped Tommy with the butt of the gun and fired it at the same time.
Nia screamed.
Tommy fell to the floor and covered his face.
J-Black laughed. “Bitch-ass nigga. I didn’t even shoot you. Get up off the floor before I pop one in your ass.”
“Hey, listen. I think you should leave before the neighbors call the police.”
“I don’t give a fuck about the police.”
“Tommy, give him the money,” Nia said.
“I don’t have no money here,” Tommy said.
“Okay, muthafucka, this next shot will send you straight to heaven.”
“I got some money in the dresser drawer,” Nia said. “It’s only a couple thousand dollars, though.”
“I need that,” J-Black said. “Stand up, man. We’re going upstairs with your wife to get the money.”
Tommy stood.
“Both of you go ahead of me. If you try any funny shit, I’ll be the only one laughing when this gun goes off again.”
Once they were in the bedroom, Nia searched frantically through the dresser drawers.
J-Black undressed Nia with his eyes. “Hey, sweetie, what kind of underwear do you wear?”
“Why?”
“You ever thought about doing lingerie modeling? I mean, you have the body for it.”
“No, I never thought about it, but thanks.”
“I bet you got thongs and all kinds of shit in your underwear drawer, don’t you?”
Nia looked disgusted with his question.
“Let me see your underwear drawer.”
“Hell no, nigga. Are you some kind of pervert or something?” Tommy asked.
J-Black turned the gun on Tommy. “Shut the fuck up.”
Nia opened her underwear drawer and she held up a purple Gstring.
“You want to model it for me?”
“Hell no!” Nia and Tommy said in unison.
J-Black pulled out the duct tape from his gym bag and bound Tommy’s hands and feet. Then he taped his mouth. He turned to Nia and smiled, revealing his crooked teeth. “By the way, my name is Black. What is your name?”
“I’m Nia.”
“So, are you going to model for me?” He stepped toward her.
She started crying. “I don’t want to.”
He put his arms around her shoulders. “Don’t cry. I promise I ain’t going to hurt you. Just put your purple thong on and walk around the room.”
“Then will you leave us alone?”
Tommy lay still, batting his watery eyes. He looked as if he couldn’t breath.
“I promise.”
She pointed at Tommy. “He don’t look like he can breathe.”
J-Black went over to him and ripped a hole in the tape, allowing air to enter.
Nia took off her jeans and stood in white laced panties that gripped her ass perfectly.
J-Black took off his pants then sat on the bed, stroking himself.
“What are you doing?” Nia asked.
“Nothing. Don’t worry about me; just walk across the room for me.”
She walked across the room then turned around.
When he saw her ass jiggling, he said, “Goddayum.”
“You’re a sick man, Black.”
“Put on the purple G-string and take off your shirt.”
She obliged. Moments later, she was standing wearing nothing but the purple G-string.
“Put some heels on,” J-Black ordered.
She went to her closet and slipped on some three-inch heels.
J-Black smiled then said, “Walk across the room.”
She followed orders.
He began to stoke his erection again while grunting and making faces. He suddenly stopped for no apparent reason, then he walked over to the underwear drawer and picked out a little red teddy. “Put this on.”
She put it on and walked for him again.
He walked over to her, naked from the waist down, penis swinging stiffly, and touched her ass.
“No touching. You promised you wasn’t going to do anything to me.”
He laughed then said, “I’m sorry.” He walked back to the underwear drawer and rambled through it until he found a black leather Gstring. He was about to close the drawer when he noticed two light blue diamond-shaped pills. “What the hell are these?”
“Viagra.”
“Whose is it?”
“It’s nobody’s.”
“It’s gotta be somebody’s. It’s in your drawer.”
Nia took a deep breath then said, “I was going to give it to my boyfriend to try.”
J-Black glanced at Tommy. “Nigga, your dick won’t get hard for this fine-ass woman?”
“Come on, man, we don’t have all day. What do you want me to do?” Nia asked.
“Put the leather G-string on and take that teddy off.”
When Nia put the G-string on, J-Black returned to the bed and started stroking himself again. Then he suddenly got an idea. “Nia, why don’t you bend over?”
“What?”
He cocked the hammer of the gun. “Bend over, I said, or I’mma put another hole in your ass.”
She bent over. He began to stroke himself faster and faster until he was about to climax, but he stopped. “Do you have a condom?”
“No, I don’t have any. Why?”
J-Black got up and walked over to the drawers. He couldn’t find a condom. He pointed the gun at Nia and ordered her to get on the bed. When she got on the bed, he pointed the gun to her temple. “Now take the G-sting off.”
“Please don’t hurt me.”
“Nobody is going to get hurt if you do what I say. Understand?”
Tommy squirmed on the floor.
J-Black turned. “I will blast you in the face if you move one more centimeter.”
“Tommy, don’t move. It’s going to be okay.”
“Take off your G-string.”
Nia tossed the garment to the floor.
“I’m about to show you what to do with your woman’s pussy, nigga. Since you’re having a problem with your dick, I’mma fuck her real good.”
Then he turned Nia on her stomach and entered her.
She moaned.
Tommy closed his eyes.
“Yeah, this is what the fuck I’m talking about. This is what you been missing, huh? That thug loving. I’mma give you that thug loving.”
Nia began to cry. “Come on, hurry up.”
“I’ll finish when I finish; you know what I mean?” J-Black said. He looked back at Tommy, who still had his eyes closed. “No need to close your eyes now. It’s real. I’m fucking your girl.”
Tommy opened his eyes occasionally. Tears ran down the side of his face.
J-Black continued to hump long and hard. He couldn’t reach an orgasm. The red teddy that Nia had modeled in was on the bed. He picked it up and started sniffing the crotch as he humped.
Forty-five seconds later he came. He hopped out of bed then put his boxers and pants on. “Bitch, give me the two thousand dollars you had … and I’m gone.”
Nia covered her face and cried.
“Give me the fucking money, I said.”
She stood, went over to the dresser, dug in the bottom drawer, and gave him two thousand dollars.
After he’d ordered her to walk him to the front door, he left running.
There was no car in sight.

*****

 

“What the fuck do you mean somebody broke in your house?”

JoJo asked his sister Melody.
“Somebody broke in my house; that’s what I’m saying.” “Did you call the police?”
“No, not yet. I just discovered it when I got home.”
“I’m coming over.” He terminated the call in her ear then called

Tommy.
“Hello.”
“Somebody broke in my sister’s house,” JoJo said.
“And … the same dude that robbed me the first time came back

and robbed us again; but this time he tied me up and sexed Nia. We’re on our way to the hospital so they can get his DNA sample.”

“Something is strange. This sounds like an inside job; you know what I mean?”
“I know what you mean, Jo. Have you called Twin to tell him what is going on?”
“No, not yet, but I’m going to call the nigga in a minute. Now I’m on my way to Melody’s house to see what’s going on.”
“Call me when you get there.”
“Okay,” JoJo said. Then he asked, “Is Nia okay?”
“She’s all right. Still kind of shook up from the whole incident.”
“I can imagine.”

*****

When JoJo got to Melody’s house, he ran and hugged his sister and her little son Tyree. “You okay, Sis?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. We weren’t here … thank God. I don’t know what I would have done if we were here.”
“I would have beat him up, Uncle JoJo.”
JoJo smiled at his nephew. Then he thought about what might have happened had his sister been home. He and his sister were very close. It was just the two of them; their mother was in a mental institution. He didn’t know if he would be able to handle it if something were to happen to her. “Did he take anything?”
Melody looked at her brother then turned her head briefly before resuming eye contact. “Yes. He took the money.”
“You’re kidding me, right?”
“No, JoJo. I had the money in a couple of Jimmy Choo shoeboxes. When I looked for it, it was gone.”
“That’s just fuckin great, Melody. That shit really makes my day.”
Melody covered Tyree’s ears then ordered him to go to his room. When the child was gone, she said, “So that’s all you care about is your damn money, JoJo?”
JoJo looked at his sister; tears had formed in her eyes. He stepped forward and hugged her. “You know that ain’t true. It’s just that I lost some money last week. All of this came at a bad time.”
“JoJo, I’m sorry.”
JoJo kissed his sister’s forehead. “Don’t worry, baby girl, it’s going to be okay.”
“Come here and let me show you the broken window.”
JoJo followed his sister to the back door. Glass was still on the floor. He walked outside and discovered a jacket on the back deck. “Look, Melody. Look what I found.”
“A jacket. The man must have left his jacket. Check inside the pocket and see if there’s anything else that we can use as clues.”
JoJo dug into the pockets and found four business cards and some keys.
Robert’s Used Appliances.
Robert A. Moray
Home # 704-555-2345
Cell # 704-555-8976
JoJo handed the cards to his sister. “Call the number on the card.”
Melody obliged. She called his home number first and got an answering machine. Then she dialed his cell phone number and nobody answered the phone.