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  Sadeek looked at Scarie then whispered, “What’s up with that?”

  “Don’t worry, it’s all good. Did you bring the money?” Scarie tried to comfort him.

  “Yeah. It’s all here,” Sadeek said, still leery of the interaction he had just had with the top man.

  “Come on,” Scarie said, walking toward the steps. Sadeek reluctantly followed.

  They entered the house and the shiny floors and huge statues of half and fully naked women amazed Sadeek. Exotic plants and paintings adorned the wall. They walked down a long hallway and entered an office on the first floor. Dread was seated comfortably behind his huge mahogany desk. He reached inside a small wooden box, took a fat spliff, and lit it up. Then he inhaled and blew a big cloud of smoke toward Sadeek. Scarie whispered in Dread’s ear. Dread broke the silence with his thick Jamaican accent.

  “What the fuck you come by me, pussy boi. Me nah know you?” The statement threw Sadeek totally off.

  Sadeek squinted, and his eyebrows wrinkled. “I met you one time. I came to Detroit with Malik before,” Sadeek managed to get out in a low voice.

  “What’s dat you carry der, boi?”

  “It’s the money I am offering you to start our new business venture.” Small beads of sweat formed on Sadeek’s brow. Dread looked as if his next move was going to be giving the order to rob and kill this nigga. One eyebrow was raised and the other rested over a squinted eye.

  “You got balls bona coming wit’ dis amount of money. You trying to bring trouble ’pon me?”

  “Nah. I’m just ready to come up. I figure I can help you and you can help me,” Sadeek said, obviously getting upset at how the whole thing was going down. He bit his bottom lip and tapped the side of his leg.

  “You have no seniority to come here. Take this bumbaras from fronta me!” Dread slammed his hand on the desk, staring Sadeek dead in his eyes.

  “Look Dread, I’m hungry. I’m ready to take this shit to the next level!” Sadeek made one last plea.

  “How you gon’ come to me house speakin’ all freestyle? Me nah know you, pussy clot. Get the fuck outta here for me dead you!” With that statement, Dread’s bodyguards moved toward him.

  Sadeek backed up. Scarie quickly grabbed Sadeek by the arm. “I’ll see him out.”

  When they got to the car, he said to Sadeek, “Look, go to the hotel. I will be there in about an hour.”

  “What the fuck is going on? I thought you said he would be ready to do business?” Sadeek asked.

  “Look, go to the room. It’s a change of plans. I’ll talk to you when I get there,” Scarie reassured him.

  Sadeek turned his head, looking down and rubbing his hands together. He looked up at Scarie as his nostrils flared. No the fuck you didn’t get me all the way out here for this shit.

  Scarie picked right up on the thought and said, “Trust me. Let me defuse this shit and I’ll meet you in an hour.”

  Sadeek jumped in his ride and headed back to the hotel. Who the fuck do that Dread nigga think he fucking with? Yeah, I got his pussy clot all right.

  When Scarie returned to Dread’s office, all he got was dirty looks. “What the fuck, boi? You getting weak? Must be all that coke you put up your nose,” Dread growled.

  With hatred in his eyes, Scarie glared at him. “He is Malik’s boi. He is just trying to do a little something on the side so I thought . . .”

  Dread cut him off. “You thought. You thought what? That I would want a stranger standing in mi fuckin’ house. Oh, then you thought that I would do business with a nigga mi don’t know? The main ting I have always taught you, boi, is loyalty. Mi about loyalty. Mi a deal with Malik. Mi don’t know that other muthafucka. Don’t bring him near me again. Him have a look of a vampire, and him won’t quench his thirst here.”

  Dread sucked his teeth. “You’re dismissed.”

  Scarie left the office feeling like a five-year-old. But he would be feeling like a grown ass man by the end of the night.

  Back at the hotel…

  Sadeek pulled into the hotel parking lot still mad as hell. He had a taste for blood and didn’t give a fuck whose blood it was. When he got to the room, he was greeted by the lovely he had left there, butt-naked and horny. As soon as he closed the door, she went to her knees, pulled out his dick and looked at him with a sneaky grin.

  “I was waiting for him.” She said referring to his dick.

  “Damn shorty, you going to make me take you home with me,” he said, rubbing the top of her head. Stopping to get a handful of hair to hold his balance.

  “Don’t talk, just listen,” she said, taking him into her mouth. Kim began licking and sucking all over the head and then forced him to the back of her throat. Slurping and slobbing all over his dick. Sadeek’s knees buckled.

  “Oh shit . . . hold up, baby . . .”

  “Mmmmm . . .” She continued to bring on his intense orgasm.

  After ten more minutes, all she heard was “Aaaahhhh . . . Oh my god!” He pulled her hair tighter and released in her mouth. She sucked him until the last drop was gone. Easing him out her mouth, she ran her tongue down his shaft and sucked lightly on his balls. Electrical shocks shot up and down his spine.

  “Shit . . . you trying to fuck with a nigga’s emotions.”

  As she rose to her feet, she gave him a look that said it all. Walking over to the dresser, she took a shot of gin and lit a blunt. Sadeek fell back on the bed in an attempt to pull himself together, then took off his pants and boxers. Turning around to see he was still at attention excited her. She walked over to the bed while taking long drags on the blunt.

  “He needs you to—”

  “No problem.” She climbed on top of him and eased down slowly on his dick, giving him the ride of a lifetime. Forty-five minutes later, he was laid the fuck out.

  His cell rang and Sadeek answered, “Hello.”

  “I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes,” Scarie said, his strong accent came blaring through the phone.

  “A’ight,” he said then disconnected the call.

  Sadeek headed to the shower. “I got somebody coming by here in about fifteen minutes. Can you straighten up for me?” he asked.

  “I got you, baby,” Kim replied.

  When he came out, Kim had straightened up and dipped off so he called her phone. “What’s up? Why you dip?”

  “I’ll be back in an hour. I need to get some clothes.”

  “Okay, I’ll see you later.”

  Just then, he heard a knock at the door and went to open it. “What’s up, my dude?” Sadeek said, shaking Scarie’s hand. Scarie came in and sat at the table.

  “Can I light up one of these blunts?” Scarie needed to get his head tight for what he was getting ready to say. Once he lit up, he took a deep breath and began his proposition.

  “You kill my boss. I’ll kill yours.”

  Sadeek seized the blunt from Scarie, took a big hit, and immediately began to cough. Sixty seconds passed as he sat there staring at him processing the information. “Let’s do it,” Sadeek finally said.

  Scarie began rubbing his hands together. “Dread has one love—the strip club. He goes every Thursday night, which is a day away so we have to move on this shit.” Scarie was running the plan as if he had had it down for months. Sadeek just sat there taking it all in and nodding his head.

  “Dread always gets a private lap dance, some head, and maybe even some pussy depending on the mood. I’m planning to put him in the room with the hidden door, that way you can slip in and out undetected. The bodyguards will be posted outside the door unaware of the execution-taking place on the other side. Club 4 Play has some of the baddest bitches in attendance so a distraction is not impossible but, be quick and have as less a struggle as possible.” When Scarie finished laying the framework for his plan, he shook hands with Sadeek and headed to the door. He turned and said, “Meet me at the downtown spot at nine o’clock p.m. Don’t be late.” Then he was gone just as quick as he came.
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br />   After Scarie left, Sadeek drank half a bottle of gin trying to wrap his head around the fact that he had come out here to make a deal with the headman and ended up in cahoots with the man’s very partner. What the fuck had the universe just put in his lap? Just when he got ready to second-guess the situation, he heard a knock at the door. He checked the peephole before opening it. Kim stood there in a Versace black strapless body dress and a pair of stilettos.

  “Hey, Mr. Sexy. Did you miss me?” she asked once he let her inside.

  “Hell yeah, but I think he missed you more.” He grabbed his dick and began stroking it. She smiled, already well aware of what he was capable of doing with it. For the rest of the night, they sucked and fucked each other into a stupor. Sadeek forgot all about what lay ahead; he was in heaven and didn’t want to leave.

  ****

  Thursday night came and everything went just as planned. Scarie put a girl on Dread that he knew he could not resist, and as usual, he went in the room all alone. She danced sensually, grinding on him as Sadeek waited in the cut. As soon as the woman pulled Dread’s dick out and started to suck, he lay back on the large couch and closed his eyes. While Sadeek was squinting down waiting for his attack, sweat was running down his back and face as he tried to control his breathing. He began to slide along the wall getting closer to the trap door. He reached out, cracked it, and saw Dreads contorted face as the woman worked his steel. Sadeek took a deep breath, jumped out from the side of him, and cut Dread’s throat from ear to ear. The woman fell back with fear in her eyes as blood ran from Sadeek’s blade. Dread struggled for a few seconds then lumped over to the side. Sadeek grabbed the woman by the arm and forced her into the small opening, then he climbed in right behind her. Just like that, he and the woman smoothed out the secret door without a trace.

  When they got to the alley, Sadeek’s adrenalin was working over time. He ran one way and the girl ran the other. He looked back and saw her being snatched into a black van. Sadeek turned and kept running until he neared the block where he was to be picked up. The headlights of a vehicle flashed twice and he sprinted to the vehicle. The door popped open and he dove in. All he heard was the doors lock and tires screech. He lay on his back, head up against the door and breathing heavy. Once they arrived a few blocks from the motel, he jumped out, pulled his hat down, and then shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket. Looking in all directions, Sadeek began double-timing his pace.

  Back at the motel room, Sadeek was all charged up, looking at the blood staining his hands and shoes. He walked in the room.

  “What the fuck happened to you?” Kim ran over to him.

  “Nothing. Watch out.” He pushed past her and went to the bathroom. Clearly, she was not trying to hear that.

  “Are you okay? Let me help you.” She knocked on the bathroom door.

  The door flew open. Sadeek stormed out and pushed her back toward the wall.

  “Didn’t I fucking tell you to get the fuck back? Don’t make me slap the shit out of you.”

  She looked at him like an arm was growing out of his head. Her eyes narrowed and her breathing increased. She balled up her fist tight. As he turned to walk away, Kim tapped him on the shoulder. He turned and she punched him dead in the nose. He fell back on the bed as she followed up with three more blows, cursing and yelling in now what sounded like a Jamaican accent.

  “You don’t know who you mess wit’, boi.”

  Sadeek managed to get her off him and the tables had quickly turned; he was now choking the shit out of her. He blacked out for about forty seconds and when he came to he had choked the very life out of her.

  “Oh shit . . . what the fuck?” he said, jumping up and walking around the room holding his hands up to his head. “What the fuck did I just do? Shit! I got to get the fuck out of here.” Grabbing everything that could link him to the room, he wiped shit down as Kim's lifeless body lay on the edge of the bed. Picking her up, he placed her in the middle of the bed. Her body is still so warm, he thought as he looked her over. Her breasts sat up firm and perky. He slid his hand between her legs and felt her moistness. “Shit, I was planning on getting some more of this. Why didn’t you just shut the fuck up like I told you?” With that thought, he put on a condom, got on top of her, and pumped until he came. Snatching off the condom, he put it in a napkin on the edge of the nightstand and then pulled up his pants. Careful to leave no evidence behind, he put the napkin in his pocket, grabbed his stuff and rolled out.

  When he was good and on his way home, he called Scarie to let him know he was leaving town. He drove back to Jersey with haunting thoughts of killing Dread and the girl. Then came the demented thought of how good she felt even after she was dead.

  Sadeek arrived in Newark the next afternoon and checked into the Robert Treat Hotel downtown. Then he placed a call to Raheem and asked him to meet him there.

  When they met up, Sadeek revealed everything except that he’d killed a woman and then fucked her corpse. Sadeek then laid out the plan to kill Malik and informed him that it was already in progress.

  Raheem was starting to feel uneasy. He walked over to the window and stared at the New York skyline, tossing the information around in his head for a few minutes. Walking over to the table he sat in silence, and for the first time, he had absolutely nothing to say. Raheem watched Sadeek stare off into space with coldness to his eyes. He could see that Sadeek had gone to the extreme and there was no coming back. Raheem didn’t have a problem with a come up, but to the demise of Malik, was it worth it? Even though Malik was charging them a grip, they were making a grip and he had never disrespected them. In fact, it was the total opposite. That nigga would give you the shirt off his back then ask you if you needed his pants. Raheem looked at Sadeek with a blank expression. It was like he didn’t know him. The stench of greed and pride oozed from his pores; his very soul was on fire. And Raheem couldn’t just see it; it was more like he smelled it and he knew the scent of death would follow. He decided to just go along for now until he could figure out the next move.

  Chapter 3

  The Twins

  What’s up, my nigga?” Sadeek said to Tah'leek letting himself into his apartment.

  “Ain’t nothing, nigga,” Tah'leek said, leaning up from the couch to shake hands with his twin brother. Since birth the two were inseparable. Only a few could tell them apart only added to their closeness. However, lately Tah’leek was having a huge disconnect with his brother. Tah'leek was ready to leave the streets while his twin was diving head first into very deep and dangerous waters.

  Sadeek sat on the love seat across from his brother and wasted no time giving him the update on their next move. “So everything is in motion. I went to Detroit and met with the headman. He will be here in about a week to meet with all of us. I want you to be my right hand.”

  Tah'leek processed the information.

  “So what about Malik?”

  “He's a dead man and don’t even know it,” Sadeek answered real smooth like it was nothing. Tah'leek sat up, grabbed the bottle of Jack and took it to the head. Sadeek watched his brother kill the liquor and not respond as if he wasn’t down.

  “So what the fuck? You ain’t ready for this change of hands.” Sadeek looked disappointed.

  “This ain’t no change of hands. Your ass went out there and got in bed with some fucking strangers. How the fuck you know these muthafucka's are going to honor their word? You went out there, killed their boss, and then they gave you some see-thru ass promise. What guarantee do you have?”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” Sadeek rose from his seat “You act like you ain’t trying to have my back.”

  Tah'leek stood. “Muthafucka, I have had your back from day one. Your greed got you making dumb ass moves.”

  “Man, fuck this. I’m giving you, my blood, an opportunity to be at the head of the table with me and you acting like I done signed our souls over to the devil,” he yelled.

  “That’s what the fuck I’m ta
lking about. It’s all about you wanting something. Every time you want something my shit gets fucked up.”

  Sadeek stood eye to eye with his twin brother. It was like looking at his own face, but instead of seeing happiness, all he saw was disappointment. He stepped back nodding his head up and down.