THE FIRST 4 CHAPTERS OF "BETRAYED 2 THE FULLEST EXTENT"

Betrayed To The Fullest Extent
Book 1
Love, Life, & Loyalty

How it all started

Growing up in the mean streets of Youngstown, Ohio in a single parent home with his mother was an everyday struggle for Jacob. Taking to the streets at the early age of 15 he had one thing on his mind and that was to get paid by any means necessary. Be it robbing, stealing cars, snatching purses, and hustling drugs…
His main goal in life was to get paid, make it out of the hood, and live lavishly.

One day his best friend Skeezo was brutally assaulted by a major player in the dope game named Dallas.

As Jacob looked down on his childhood friend clinging to life with a bruised and swollen face, all type of things went through his mind – but the main one was, “Am I next?”
Somehow Dallas found out they had something to do with stealing his car and stripping it of all its valuables.
Jacob immediately set out a plan and swore revenge. Little did he know that the tragedy would later turn into triumph and he could live out all his wildest dreams and fantasies.

With money comes envy – with envy comes jealousy. Jacob knew he didn’t have to worry about any type of betrayal because the only people he surrounded himself with were loyal and respected him. Even his new girlfriend Amber.

But much to his surprise, a conspiracy by the people closest to him, greater than he could ever imagine was plotted against him…












Prologue

Walking out of the hospital together, Jacob and Skeeko were quiet and secretive as Skeezo’s mother walked a step in front of them.
Skeezo was just getting released from the hospital for getting assaulted three weeks earlier. After going through treatment for a cut on his jaw, a concussion, and a cracked rib he was looking fine as he walked along side his child hood friend.
“Man, just tell her we are going to ride the bus. Shit, tell her you just need some air,” Jacob whispered to him.
“Alright man. I got this,” Skeezo replied.
After walking her to the car just as she was opening her door he moaned in a whiny voice, “Mom, I’m going to catch the bus with Jacob. I’ll be home in,” before he could finish the sentence she looked at him lovingly like only a mother could.
“Baby, you know the doctor said that you need to rest for what happened to your head. At least two weeks is what he said. I don’t want,” he cut her off.
“Mom, I just want to ride the bus home that’s all. I promise I’ll be straight home.” He then placed a kiss on her cheek.
“Mrs. Martin, I’ll make sure he comes straight home,” Jacob said with a sincere look.
She looked at them both, shook her head and said, “Go on ahead and ride the bus. I’ll be at home waiting.”
“Thanks mom.”
“Thanks Mrs. Martin.”
They slowly walked away as she pulled off towards the street. As soon as she was out of sight, they both got excited.
“Where is it at,” Skeezo excitedly asked.
“Come on! "This way!” Jacob exclaimed as he led the way back towards the parking lot.
He led him to a 79 Pontiac Bonneville. Candy apple red, chrome rims, and a peanut butter colored ragtop.
“Get the fuck out of here nigga! This the ride?” Skeezo exclaimed.
“Yeah nigga this my shit. Paid for cash!” Jacob exclaimed. “Come on get in this bitch!”
They both got in and he put the key in the ignition and started it up. The sound system exploded as Spice 1 came through the speakers.
“From across the seas come cocaine, but you never seen a black man fly the plane”
“Man this shit is bangin!” Skeezo exclaimed. “What you got in here?”
“2 -15’s, 3 - 6 by 9’s, door speakers, amps, the whole nine.”
“Damn, it’s like that?”
“It’s bigger than this man. Wait until we get to my crib and I show you what’s really up. This shit is nothing.”
They pulled out the parking lot and headed into the city.
Parking down the street in his neighborhood was playing it kind of close but he did pay and threaten the crack heads house it sat in front of to look over his prized possession. He knew Freddy would look over it like a hawk. There was no way his mother would accept him having a car that flashy without thinking some crazy shit so he just kept it on the low. She also kept shit on the low when two 5 thousand-money orders got mailed to the house with her name as the receiver. She bought him some new clothes and shoes and herself a nice car.
They went straight to the garage once they got to his house. After lifting up the front door, they both walked inside and Jacob let it back down.
Jacob then walked over to the corner where a blanket was covering something and like he was about to do a magic trick grabbed a hand full of the material and asked, “Remember that we need to come up shit?” He then snatched the blanket off the floor.
What Skeezo seen made his heart stop for a second as he looked on with bulging eyes.
“Man…it’s…on!” was all he said.
($$$$$)

Book One
Love,
Life, &
Loyalty






CHAPTER 1 LUST AT FIRST SIGHT
One day coming fresh off the
highway Jacob was feeling no pain. At 26 years old he had everything a man could want. A condo, houses, flashy cars, his own business and more available women than one man could handle.
As he turned down the street in his new convertible Benz, something catches his eye.
Watching her from the back, she had a nice round shaped ass and all the other features that would make a brotha say, “Damn!” Dressed in red tight jeans and a white tank top, her movements were something of a model. Looks like she just came from the corner store by the look of the bag she was holding.
“Who in the fuck is that?” Jacob asked himself as he slowed the car down a little and pulled up beside her. She must have felt the cars presence because she quickly turned around. What he saw took his breath away for a few seconds. She noticed the look on his face and flashed a beautiful smile.
“Can I help you with something?” Light skinned, long brown hair, and the sexiest hazel eyes he ever seen. She had a glow about her.
Flashing a smile right back at the beautiful woman. “Hey, I just never saw anything like you around here before. You could help me with your name if it’s not too much to ask.”
Stopping in her tracks, she laughs, walks closer to the car and looked in. “What’s yours?”
Smiling still, “I’m Jacob baby.”
She flashed that beautiful smile again and replied back, “Hi Jacob, I’m Amber.”
“Amber. What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” Looking a little more serious he looks at her seductively before adding, “I’m go keep this straight and to the point Amber. I love what I see and I’m hoping you don’t have a man but if so, I just want to be your friend, associate, or something.”
Laughing at the remark, she studied his gaze before replying, “You silly. That’s nice of you though and no I don’t have a man. I’m all on my own and I hardly know anyone here in Youngstown.”
Getting more interested with that statement said, he shot back, “Is that so? Where you from?”
“I moved down here from Columbus a couple months ago.”
Shaking his head up and down. “OK then.”
“Can I give you a ride somewhere?”
“No thanks. I’ll be alright.” She laughed and pumped her arm to the front and back like a speed walker. “I was just walking to the store and I need the exercise anyway! I only stay around the corner on Boston”
Fumbling around in the glove compartment Jacob finally produced what he was looking for. Pen and small notepad in hand, he asked, “Hey, is there anyway I could get in touch with you? And address, phone number, Pager? I could show you some sights.”
Amber thought for a second before replying, “782-6665. That’s my phone number.”
Writing the number down Jacob replied, “If it’s cool I’ll give you a ring tonight.”
“It’s cool. I don’t have anything to do. I’ll be at home.”
“I’ll holla at you later then, Amber”, he replied.
Amber waved and Jacob waved back as he pulled off to continue his mission for the flow of cash.
($$$$$$$)
In the dope game since the age of 15 selling rocks on the corners of the South Side, Jacob is now one of the main suppliers of cocaine in Youngstown, Ohio. He then seen it all and done it all, from robberies, B and E, car jacking, and so forth. Even cold-blooded murder.
Coming off the freeway he’s already a few blocks away from Mozeek’s house. He rides down the street and takes in all the scenery. Once there, he pulls to the back of the driveway and parks the car. He then got out, walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. Immediately a woman opens the door wearing nothing but a red thong and high heels, holding a feather duster in her hand.
“Come on in Mr. Jacob. Mr. Mozeek has been expecting you.” He followed her in and couldn’t resist looking at her nice firm ass. She escorted him in the living room where he sat and waited for Mozeek.
Two minutes later Mozeek appeared. Dark skinned, medium built, big ass nose, and diamonds sparkling. Flashing a mouth full of gold, Mozeek exclaimed, “Yo Jay, What’s up?”In his hand he held a black leather suitcase.
“You know what it is family!”
Mozeek put the suitcase down and Jacob stood up and the two hugged.
“You want a drink or something?” Mozeek asked.
“Naw man. I’m cool right now. Good looking though.”
“Have a seat man. Have a seat. I got something for you.” They both sat down across from each other and Mozeek unzipped the suitcase. Inside was filled with bills stacked on top of each other. The whole suitcase was full.
“Oh yeah. That’s what I’m talking about,” Jacob replied.
“Oh yeah and it’s all there baby. Yo Donnie!” Mozeek exclaimed. A couple seconds later a short stocky dude, Mozeek’s right hand man appeared.
“What’s up?” Donnie asked. Jacob produced a set of keys. “Pop the trunk and grab that.”
Donnie took the keys and left out of the house. Minutes later he appeared with a briefcase and sat it on the table in front of the 2. Mozeek then popped it open and replied. “Well, look what we have here.” Inside the briefcase was 10 kilos of white Columbian. Mozeek sat back and smiled satisfied.
“You know it ain’t nothing but the best for my family,” Jacob replied as he stood up, closed the suitcase and picked it up. “I’m sideways bra!” The 2 shook hands and hugged.
As Jacob approached his car he unlocked the trunk and placed the suitcase inside. He was now on his way home.
After pushing the remote control for the gate to open, rolling up the long driveway to the house he couldn’t help but think of Amber. What was it with her? Parking between his Escalade and BMW he got out and retrieved the briefcase from the trunk.
Stepping inside he was greeted by the phone ringing. He placed the suitcase on the table and answered. “Hello?”
“Hey baby, what’s up?” A female voice.
“Not much baby. I just got in though, so I’m going to have to hit you back up.” Grabbing the suitcase he walked into the kitchen, placed it on the table and opened it. He then walked to the cupboard, opened it up and started taking cans of fruit, vegetables, and boxes out and placed them on the shelf. Reaching in back of the cupboard he slid something to the side revealing a safe. After opening it he neatly placed stack after stack of money in the safe. Afterwards he locked it and put everything back as it was and went into the living room where everything was still disarrayed since the incident. The house didn’t even feel like a home anymore. He then picked up the phone. The restaurants. Just last month a dope fiend named Dump robbed one and Jacob found out his whereabouts and had him took care of. Just to be on the safe side he hired some security. He called to check on them all and everything was running smooth.
Getting the small notepad out of his pocked he eyed the number suspiciously for a minute before dialing.
The phone rang 3 times and he was about to hang up until suddenly, “Hello?”
“Yeah, let me speak with Amber” Jacob stated like he knew her for years.
“This is Amber, and this must be Jacob, right?”
“Live and in the flesh.” “Hi Jacob. I was just thinking about you.”
“Is that right,” Jacob shot back laughing. “I hope it was some good thoughts.”
Amber laughed. “You are silly!”
“I’m also serious. What are you doing tonight Amber? If nothing let me take you to dinner.”
“Well, I really don’t have any plans.”
“It’s on then! Where can I pick you up?”
Amber gave him the address and he told her he would be by around 9 o’clock. It was only4: 30 so he had a couple hours to kill. He headed upstairs to his bedroom and went to the closet to get his clothes ready for the evening. Blue Armani suit, Black alligator shoes, Rolex watch, and black felt tip hat. He laid his clothes on the bed and took the others off. As he was headed for the shower a buzz suddenly sounded.
Looking on the surveillance monitor on the wall, he recognized it was his cousins Ducky, Antwan, Damion, and G-Bey rolling deep in the new Ford Explorer Ducky just bought. With a push of a button he watched as the gates opened and the car roll through. Putting on a robe and house shoes, he then went downstairs to answer the door.
Opening the door, he found them live as usual. Smiling faces everywhere. A bag full of drinks.
“What’s up, let’s kick it,” Ducky said.
Ever since the betrayal, this has been almost an everyday thing. They’ve been stopping through on the regular just to make sure everything was alright with him because at first he was going through it. The pain was written all over his face.
Now at ease with things and back on track, he smiles and asks,
“What y’all got in the bag nigga?”
“Lil’ Hennessey, Lil Hypnotic” G-Bey replied smiling.
Everybody walked in and Jacob led them to the entertainment room. They all took a seat while he went to the bar to get glasses. While the bottles cracked and the liquor was getting poured, he grabbed the remote off a stand and seconds later the sounds of Tupac filled the whole house.
Family. What the fuck could you do with them, what the fuck could you do without them? Jacob has much love for his cousins always remembering the struggles they went through together, the ass whoopings, and all the good times they had together coming up.
G-Bey, the oldest of the youngest holds his own and is constantly aware of rule number 1, silence and secrecy.
Ducky, also known as problem child use to do the worm under shit while getting his ass kicked is all right too. He just opened a new barbershop on Hillman Street called Growth and Development.
Antwan and Damion, the 2 youngest, just hanging with the fellas tonight. They eventually got on the PS2 and started playing on the big screen.
About 2 hours roll past and Jacob exclaims, “Man, let me tell y'all about this bitch I met today. Man I’m talking thick, light skin, sexy. Whoooo!” He balls his fist up and punches his other hand to show emphasis. “And we goin to dinner tonight.”
All talk for the next few minutes evolve around women until Jacob glances at the clock.
“Yo, I’m about to take a shower and get dressed.”
“It’s on, we just came to holla for a minute. Let me know what up wit dat.” Ducky said.
“Oh fa sho!” Jacob exclaimed.
Handshakes and hugs went around. Damion and Antwan cut the TV off and joined in while Jacob seen his cousins to the door.
Stepping out of the shower, he grabbed a towel, dried off and wrapped it around his waist. Walking through the entrance to the room he stepped in front of the mirror to look at his self. At 5’11”, he was nicely cut and built at 185 pounds. Chest, stomach, arms, and legs all toned. Long hair braided to the back in corn rows. He wasn’t conceited, but he knew he looked good.
“Oh yeah, I’m go get me some pussy tonight!”
9 o’clock showered and fresh dressed, he walked out the door and chose the Escalade to drive for the night. Arriving at the address with a little over 30 minutes to kill he parked in front of the small blue house. Just having his truck tricked out a couple days ago with a DVD player, flat screen TV’s, Playstation 2, 4 15 inch woofers, amplifiers, hi’s and mid’s, he turns the music up just to see how Amber would react. “Girl it’s easy to love me now, would you love me if I was down and out, would you still have love for me”, 50 Cent blasted from the truck.
A curtain opens, closes, and Amber walks out the door. She approaches the car wearing a blue flower skirt, white shirt, pumps to match, carrying a small white purse. The inside of the truck was glowing from the TV’s and as she got closer she seen the video of the song that was playing in her headrest.
Turning own the music as she got in, Jacob replied, “Damn baby, you look real nice tonight.”
“Thanks.” Amber smiled.
“Well, I guess we are on our way then. I got this real nice restaurant I’m going to take you to tonight. Kick it, eat good, and let you know a lil something about the YO.” She smiles again.
Her eyes glitter and he sees this. Being in the streets and struggling for years, Jacob knows eyes and could pretty much see the innocence or evil in one. When he looked into those hazel eyes he could have swore he saw both. Pulling away from the curb and turning the music back up he thought, “What the hell?”
Arriving 30 minutes later at the restaurant they were greeted by a parking attendant and 2 ushers in front of the big classy restaurant. “Good evening Mr. Jacob,” one usher respectfully said and the other tipped his hat to Amber.
Once inside, they were greeted by a young beautiful hostess named Pam. Pam was gorgeous. She was dressed in a white revealing dress that showed off her firm 38D breasts, firm ass, and silky legs.
“Good evening, Mr. Jacob,” she said with a sexy voice. “Where would you and the lady like to sit? We have some booths or your regular table on the floor is opened.”
“Thanks Pam, I think we’ll take a booth.” Chandeliers sparkling, gold ceiling fans, a band playing soft jazz on a small stage, thick red carped covering the whole floor.
Sitting down in the booth, Amber took in the scenery. Real roses on the table, and gold eating utensils. Just then a waiter approached the table with 2 menus in one hand.
“Good evening, Mr. Jacob.” He bowed his head.
“Ma’am.” Another bow. “I will be your waiter for the evening. If there is anything I can do for you, please feel free to call. “He then gave both a menu
“It would be real nice if we can have a bottle of your best white wine,” Jacob replied.
“Right away sir,” and the waiter was gone.
“So what would you like to eat?” Jacob asked. “The food here is the bomb,” he added. He then studied Amber as she scanned the menu. She was flawless. Any other girl he probably would have taken to the drive thru at Burger King, got a bottle of liquor, and took to a motel. It was something about Amber, “I don’t know. It’s so many things on here,” she said laughing.
“Well take your time; I already know what I’m having.”
As he said this the waiter appeared at the table with a bottle of wine in a bucket and 2 wine glasses. He then sat a glass in front of Amber and one in front of Jacob. He then opened the bottle, “Our best wine sir. Vintage 63.” He then poured wine into the glasses.
“Are you ready to order?” The waiter asked as he looked at them.
“I know what I want now. I love shrimps so I’ll take the shrimp platter,” Amber stated.
“OK,” Jacob eyed the waiter. “I’ll take a steak medium rare, baked potato with all the trimmings, and a chef salad.”
The waiter wrote all this down. “That will be all sir?” “Yes, for now,” Jacob answered.
Reaching for his glass and gazing across the table at Amber, Jacob took a sip from his glass. “I hope you like white wine.”
“Oh yes, that’s fine. I’ve never been in a place so fancy.” She then added, “All these people know you; I’m at a loss for words. I’m flattered.” She smiles.
“Well I’m glad you like it, but it’s hard to believe that a woman with your beauty has never been to a place like this before. Relax and enjoy yourself.”
Jacob took another sip of wine. “Oh yeah, this is good.”
Amber raises her glass to her lips. “Hold up,” Jacob suddenly says. “Let’s have a toast.”
She smiles. “OK, what’s the celebration?”
“Me and you,” Jacob laughs. “It’s not every day that a man like me gets to see a beautiful woman like you and gets the opportunity to take her to dinner the same day.”
She blushed. “Thank you Jacob.” The glasses clink.
Amber took a sip of the wine. “This stuff is good.”
“I told you.” He downs the whole glass and starts laughing. While refilling his glass, he asks, “So, what brings you to Youngstown? I know it can’t be work because ain’t no jobs hardly in this motha fucka.”
She stated casually, “Well, basically I came down here to go to college at Y.S.U. I’m studying law. I want to be a lawyer some day.”
“Damn, a lawyer!” he whistled. “So I’m sitting here talking to a future lawyer. Attorney…what’s your last name?”
“Collins,” Amber answers as she smiles before emptying her glass.
“Attorney Collins,” Jacob replies before laughing again and refilling both glasses. “I like the way that sounds,” he added.
The waiter appears at the table with large silver domed platter balanced on his arm and sets it on the table. He lifts the dome.
“One steak medium rare baked potato with all the trimmings, and a chef salad.” He places the dishes in front of Jacob.
“One shrimp platter for the lady,” he places the dishes in front of her.
“Thank you,” Amber replies politely.
“Will that be all?” the waiter asks.
“Everything’s fine for now,” Jacob replied.
“Enjoy.” The waiter leaves.
Chewing on one of the jumbo shrimps, she smiles and makes direct eye contact. “What’s your last name and what do you do for employment?
“My last name is Johnson and I’m the employer,” he replies. “You see I’m a business man. I own a couple restaurants here in Ohio, including this one here,” Jacob said as he sliced his thick steak.
“I’m …I’m Impressed,” she stuttered.
They both got down to the small talk while eating and about 30 minutes later ordered another bottle of wine. They were both feeling good. Everything on Jacob’s plate was gone and all but a few stray shrimp left on Amber’s.
“I’m stuffed,” she exclaimed. “I can’t eat another bite.”
“I don’t have any room for desert either,” Jacob stated.
“I’ll just call the waiter over here, get the check, and we can be on our way,” he added. “Waiter!”
The waiter came over and looked at them both respectfully. “How was your meal?”
“The best,” Jacob replied.
“The shrimp were great!” Amber added.
“No room for desert here. I think we’re ready to leave.”
“Very well, sir. I’m glad you liked your meals,” replied the waiter with a bow of his head.
They get up and Jacob reaches in his pocket and places a $100 dollar bill on the table. On the way out he is thinking, “This is just the beginning of a long night if everything goes to plan.” He smiles to himself as he led Amber outside.



















One night in paradise

Chapter Two

Standing in front they talked about what a nice time they had as his truck pulled up. Once inside the ride, Jacob noticed it was 11 o’clock. How time flies when you’re having fun. Before pulling off he switched to the CD player and the sounds of R. Kelly came pouring out of the speakers.
“How ya feel Amber?” he asked as he pulled off.
“I feel great!” she exclaims while smiling. “I mean everything was so nice and I want to thank you for a lovely night.”
“Well, unless you object Attorney Collins that was just the beginning. It’s not even 12 o’clock yet. I was planning on making this a night we both won’t forget.”
“What do you have in mind?” Amber asks.
“Do you like surprises?”
“I love surprises.”
“It’s on then. Lay back, chill, and enjoy the ride.”
With that said, he turned up the music and 12 Play came through the speakers. Minutes later he hits the freeway and puts the truck in cruise control. He’s headed our West where he has a plush condominium waiting for a time like this. He looks over at Amber and turns down the music a few notches.
“What are you thinking about?” he laughs. “I’ll answer that question for you. You’re thinking where is this nigga taking me, right?”
Amber laughed. “You know you read my mind, but I’m alright though. I’m feeling a little tipsy off that wine. We almost drank 2 bottles of that stuff,” she added.
“I feel alright myself. We’re almost to our destination and in a few minutes you can relax and feel a little more comfortable.” He winks his eye at her.
Exactly 10 minutes later they stop at the entrance to the condominiums. A guard comes out of a small shack next to the gate. He usually checks identification but when he looks in the driver’s window, the thought vanishes. “How many cars does this guy own.” he thinks to himself. He greets Jacob with a tip of his hat, and goes to open the gate.
Once inside one couldn’t help but notice the variety of cars. They were all there-Porsche, Benz, Lexus, Cadillac. All new and up to date as the rims, chrome, and gold sparkled off the headlights.
All the condos were 2 stories high with a balcony overlooking a large swimming pool and tennis court. Fresh cut grass and manicured flowerbeds only added to the scenery. He stopped in front of the condo he owned. He turned the ignition off and took the keys out and looked over at Amber.
“Surprise! Come on, let’s go inside.”
“This is nice!” she exclaims, taking in all the scenery.
They walk to the door holding hands and she inhales a deep breath of fresh air, and looks up into the full moon in the sky, which reflects off the water in the pool.
“This is so nice”
Once inside he closed the door and held Amber gently in his arms, looked into her eyes, and kissed her on the lips softly. She didn’t resist.
“You have the most beautiful eyes, Amber” he says kissing her again.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all night.” They both smile.
“I’ve been wanting you to, and yes my eyes are real,” she says laughing.
“I never thought they were fake for a second,” he replies back laughing along with her.
He then led her to the living room. It was done in mostly black and blue colors. Thick blue wall to wall carpet, black soft leather furniture, gold ornaments, a big screen TV with a large Sony Sound system, and the huge fireplace. He takes her hand again. “Remember when I said that you can relax and be a little more comfortable? Come here.” He led her to the other side of the condo to a door. He opened it and the room was pitch black, but once he hit the light switch, a red glow came from the lights overhead to reveal a large sunk in Jacuzzi.
Amber put her hand to her mouth. “Oh my God!”
“Yeah, this is what I’m talking about. This is my relaxation room.” He pushes a button on the wall and the water starts to bubble.” I want to show you something else.” He takes her by the hand and leads her back into the living room. “Have a seat, I’ll be with you in a minute.”
He grabs the remote and with a few touches the sweet sounds of Mary J. Blige pour out the speakers. Next, he walks over to the fireplace and takes down a box of long matches off the mantle overhead. After striking a few and setting them to the wood a nice fire is on its way to progress. Just to make sure, he takes 3 more logs out of the gold barrel next to the fireplace, and adds them to the fire.
“Beautiful,” he said. “Now let me show you what I was talking about.”
He grabs her hand again and leads her upstairs to a spacious bedroom where everything smells of maple wood. The floor, the bed, dressers, walls, all recently remodeled, shined, and gave off that natural look and smell. The only thing that stood out was the blue silk sheets and pillowcases and the blue silk curtains for the double doors leading to the balcony. He walks to the balcony and opens the doors, Amber follows.
He puts his arm around her waist and they both look down at the large swimming pool, glowing in the night breeze.
“This is really nice, Jacob,” she says. “Your place is so beautiful.”
“And you know what, you add more beauty to it,” he replies, looking into her eyes.
“Jacob, you are so sweet and charming. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had women swarming for you all over the place,” she replied.
“To be honest, they do swarm, but for all the wrong reasons. Plus, I don’t settle for anything. I know what I want in a woman and standing here, next to me is what I really want.”
Same line he’s used dozens of times, when he gets to see her reaction he goes in for the kill. He kisses her again, but this time is more passion. He slowly slides his tongue in her mouth while his hands caress the contours of her body. She reacts like she’s in heat by the moaning and groaning coming from her throat. She suddenly comes back to life.
“Baby, it’s kind of chilly out here. Can we go inside?” “Come on,” he replies, as he grabs hold of her waist and leads her back into the bedroom. He then closes the doors leading to the balcony and turns back to her. He holds her for a second looking into her eyes and this time she kisses him. The kiss this time is very passionate and his hands are all over her body. His one hand ends up under her skirt to reveal a hot, wet spot. A moan escapes her lips. “Ahhhh.”
He starts to slowly undress her, pulling her shirt over her head to reveal 2 firm breasts the size of grapefruits. He unclasps the bra and brought his lips to kiss first the left, then the right breast sliding his tongue around the perfect nipples.
“Oh baby, that feels so good.” Amber replies as she holds his head to her chest. She kicks her shoes off and he slowly slides her skirt down to the floor. Lace black panties. He kisses her on her stomach all the way back up her breast to her waiting lips.
He then leads her to the bed. She lies down, looking up at him while he undresses. After everything was off she couldn’t help but notice the large bulge in his boxers. He walks to the foot of the bed and pulls them down to reveal his semi-erect dick.
“Come here,” he says to her in almost a whisper.
She sways down the bed on all fours, looking like a panther. Once at the foot of the bed, he says, “Lay back baby.” He then pulls down her panties to reveal a luscious pink slit with swirls of hair the same color as on her head.
He then leans down and starts to kiss her again while he held his tool in one hand, rubbing it up and down her wet slit until he was hard. Every time his head came in contact with her clit, she let out a muffled groan from the teasing. Once hard, he looked as it glistened from her juices and slid it in inch by inch. Amber was really wet but her hole was tight. Once he was all the way inside, he slowly moved in and out of her with long strokes.
“Damn, this pussy is tight,” he thought to himself while being squeezed by her wet vice.
“Oh baby, that feels so good,” she said as she turned her head from side to side.
“Yeah baby, just like that. Nice and slow.”
He then moved his hips like she asked, going in and out slowly while looking at her beautiful face as he pleased her. After about 10 minutes, Amber reached for her breasts and started to play with her nipples.
“Oh yeah! Oh yeah baby! I’m about to come. Don’t stop! I’m about to cooommmeee…”
He instantly started to feel her insides contracting and gripping him while she cried out on the bed. He looked down and seen her come trickling down the sides of her legs to her ass.
“Oh baby, that felt so good,” Amber said, as she pushed her pelvis up and down on his tool. He then bent down to kiss her again as they moved up on the bed. He was still inside her.
At first, he started off slowly, and then he started pounding in and out of her like a madman.
“Oh baby, stop, you’re hurting me. Please slow down!” She exclaimed, while her nails were digging into his skin. He slowed down.
“Damn baby, I lost control for a minute.”
“Let me get on top,” she asked.
He kisses her once more and rolls off of her onto his back and grabs hold of his throbbing manhood with one hand. She then straddles him, grabs him with her own hand, and slowly sits on it until it’s all inside. She then slowly goes up and down while he grabs hold of her ass and meets every move. She then bends forward to rub her breast across his lips. He sticks out his tongue while she lends a hand by holding her them for him one after another.
“Oh baby, yeah! I’m about to come again!” She exclaims as she meets him thrust for thrust. She then puts both hands on his shoulders and leans up with an ecstatic look.
“Oh yeah baby! Fuck my pussy, Jacob!” Now slamming down on his tool while biting her bottom lip.
That right there was just enough to put him over the edge. Looking up at her they traded fuck faces as he announced, “I feel it coming!” and locked his arms around her back and started pounding faster and harder inside her wetness.
“Oh baby, shit!” she exclaimed. “Come, Jacob! Come with me! I want to feel your come in meee! Ooohhh Yeeesss!” Right then his body jerks and tightens up. “Oh shit!” he exclaims as the first shot of come ejaculates inside her. She felt his tool throb and the come shoot inside her like it would never stop as she slowly went up and down, draining every drop as her body started to shake. He could feel the familiar feeling of her muscles gripping him as she goes into convulsions, rolls off of him and balls herself up into a fetal position.
“Whew! What was all that?” he exclaims, then says to her, “Damn, that was good!” He was still throbbing and wet with her juices as he looked at his pole.
Amber still curled up on the side of the bed with spasms going through her body, slowly turns toward him.
“I haven’t had sex in a long time, but I’ll be damned if you’re not the best I ever had. It’s like it was made to be in me,” she said in a sexy voice. She then rubs his chest and kisses him on his stomach all the while eyeing the piece that brought her so much pleasure.
Laid back with his hands behind his head, he replies, “Yeah, we were a perfect fit. Damn, you felt good.” She smiles, and continues to rub on his chest, kissing him on the stomach. He guides her up to him and kisses her on the lips. He then puts a finger to her lips, “Hold that thought, I’ll be right back.”
He gets up and walks across the room to the closet and brings out 2 blue robes and throws one on the bed to her. He puts his robe on.
“I know it should be warming up downstairs, but put that on just in case,” he says while a smile forms in his face. While she’s slipping into the robe, he walks over to the dresser, opens a drawer and pulls out a cigar box. He puts the box under his arm just as she came up behind him and put her arms around his mid-section. He turns around to embrace her in another passionate kiss.
“Mmmm, that was good,” she said in her sexy voice.
“Yes it was.” He then caresses her whole body until his hands end up on her soft, firm ass.
“Come on, let’s go downstairs,” he says as he leads her out of the room.
Once downstairs, they make a stop in the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of champagne and 2 glasses. They then head to the Jacuzzi room, which now holds a mist from the steam. It did warm up a bit downstairs. He then sits the cigar box and the bottle down, and retrieves the 2 glasses from her.
With arms open, he says, “Come here.”
She walks slowly to his embrace, and he whispers in her ear, “You in the mood for a lil party?”
Without answering, she kissed him while her hands roamed the front of his robe, finding him to start to rise. Breaking the kiss, she replied, “Mmmm baby, you put me in the mood for anything.” Feeling his erecting get stronger on her palm, she then stated, “I can see that I put you in the mood too.” They both laugh. He then untied the belt on his robe and let it fall to the floor and stood naked in front of her. Her eyes got big as she seen him. She slowly let her robe fall to the floor also.
“Damn!” he exclaimed in almost a whisper.
Beauty is only skin deep, he thought, but as Amber stood before him naked as the day she was born-She was beautiful to the bone. Red bone, with flawless skin, and features like her heart shaped ass or her grapefruit titties would make any sane man lust, any trick spend money, and any player want to make her his main. “Come on, let’s get wet.”
Minutes later in the Jacuzzi, cuddled next to each other, their conversation continued. Jacob laughed, and put his head back and hollered, “I’m a fucking king! I’m go Ball til I Fall!” Amber laughed along with him.
“Hey, check this out!” he exclaims as he looks into her eyes. He reaches for the cigar box, opens it up and pulls out a blunt and a lighter.
“I know that’s not what I think it is,” she replies.
He then puts the blunt in his mouth, saying, “I don’t know, let’s find out and see,” he jokingly responds.
He lights the blunt and the aroma of Columbian sess clouds fill the air. He passes it to her.
“Go on and take a hit of that.” She reaches for the blunt, puts it to her lips, and inhales deeply. She immediately starts to cough.
Patting her softly on the back, he laughs.
“That’s some good shit, huh?” laughing again, he says, “Take your time and hit it slow, or you’ll be coughing all night.” She then takes a slow hit and blows the smoke out.
“Yeah, this is good. I feel high already,” she states dreamily as the smoke circles her face.
They pass the blunt back and forth between sips of champagne and laughter. The smell of the heated Jacuzzi and weed fills the room as clouds of smoke and steam linger.
About an hour goes by and they both step out of the Jacuzzi, and dry off with the soft linen towels off the rack on the wall. They then put their robes back on and he leads her to the living room. With the combination of the weed and alcohol, Amber feels like she’s being led into another world. Her eyes had that glossy look. Once in the living room, he tells her, “I’ll be right back.”
Returning seconds later with a comforter, he laid it down on the floor in front of the fireplace, motioning for her to come to him. She meets him and they start to kiss, letting their robes fall to the floor once again. They lay down on the comforter, holding each other, watching the fire dance before their eyes. Jacob then reached for his robe, and pulled something from out of the pocket.
“Lie down and relax,” he says to her while on his knees. She lays back slowly on command. No questions.
He then starts to rub something from a small bottle in his hands and start to massage her breasts.
“Mmmm, that smells good,” she said as his hands brought her pleasure.
“It’s some type of soothing oil. You have some soft, beautiful skin, he said as he went down a little further.
“That feels so good.”
He then applied more of the oil into his hands.
“Turn around and let me do your back.”
Amber quickly got on her stomach. Arms at her sides. He started from her back down to her pretty manicured feet. All while doing this his tool was now rock hard. Moving back up to her sexy ass, he then straddled her and massaged her shoulders while his throbbing tool lay between her butt cheeks.
She must have been feeling horny again herself because she got on all four and stated, “Baby, stick it in me.”
“You don’t have to ask me that twice,” he stated as he grabbed the sides of her ass and slowly entered her wet, hot hole.


Penitentiary dreams
Chapter Three

In the confines of her own limited world, Amber reflects back to the incident that took place 6 years ago. It was like it happened yesterday.
“Bitch, where the fuck you been!” Charles, her boyfriend exclaimed loudly as soon as she walked through the door.
“Baby, I…” she stammered, but before she could finish her sentence, he slapped her hard. The smack took Amber by surprise and she seen stars instantly.
“Bitch, don’t lie to me! Do you know what fucking time it is?” He pointed to the clock on the wall to show emphasis. “One fucking o’clock!” With that said, he slapped her again, bringing tears to her eyes.
“Charles, please don’t hit me again,” she begged with her hands covering her face.
“Hit you?” he exclaimed. “Come here!” Grabbing her by the front of her shirt, he led her to the couch and threw her down.
“I want some pussy.”
“Baby, not like this please,” she begged.
“What the fuck did I say, huh? Strip!” And with one swift motion, he grabbed her shirt and ripped it off. He then began to undress in front of Amber, while she slowly took her pants off, crying. Seconds later he stood in front of her naked with his dick in his hand. It was shriveled up.
“Suck it baby. Come on, get this dick hard.”
Amber started to refuse, but when she looked up into his eyes, she knew she had no choice. She leaned her head forward to his crotch and took him in her mouth.
“Oh yeah, that feels good,” he said in a trembling voice. His hips started to respond as his tool started to grow in her mouth. He then grabbed her head running his fingers through her hair as he became fully erect.
“Oh shit,” he moaned. “Hold on baby. Lay down.” She lay back on the couch as he came over her, holding his tool in his hand. “Come on, open your legs.” Charles hit the spot and plunged inside her with one swift motion. “UUMMPH!”
He didn’t take any time. He started to pump faster and harder with each stroke. The pain or pleasure he intended for Amber was blocked out by the anger boiling inside of her. He kept up the pace for about 5 minutes before collapsing on top of her. “AAAHHHGGG!” he loudly exclaimed. It wouldn’t be long before he fell asleep, she thought.
Amber slid from underneath him and stood up and looked down on the man who just abused her.
He just stretched out on the couch like nothing happened. She then got her clothes together and walked to the bathroom.
As Amber bathed in the hot water, she reflected on the past times of their relationship before Charles got hooked on crack. He treated her like a queen and worshipped the ground she walked on. He was a small time dealer at the time, but couldn’t anyone tell him he wasn’t the man. He had it all until he started getting high on his own supply. Amber saw the changes in his behavior and never even asked. She knew.
Now flat broke, his ego is crushed and the only way he feels he can hold on to Amber is to hit her and constantly threaten her. “If you ever try to leave me, I’ll kill you!”
Amber really believed the threats, because she saw him do some violent things to people, not including the things she heard in the streets. Now he’s always drunk or high on crack.
As she steps out of the tub to dry off, all the pain and misery he’s caused her in the past few months pass through her mind.
“I’m tired of this shit!” she exclaims as she grabs the towel. While drying off, she looks in the mirror only to notice that the right side of her face is swollen. She starts to cry. “I can’t live like this anymore!”
In the bedroom, she starts to dress with her mind made up. After putting on her tennis shoes, she goes to the closet and steps inside. Seconds later, she comes out holding the small 22 caliber gun that Charles gave her 2 years ago. She looks at the gun in her hand and starts crying harder.
Looking down at Charles, asleep on the couch, she hollers, “Wake up Motha Fucker!”
Both hands on the gun, arms stretched out and her finger on the trigger.
Coming out of a doze, Charles slowly rolls over. “Bitch, what the fuck…” He didn’t get to finish the sentence as the bullet caught him in the brain.
$$$$$
“Girl, you better snap out of that trance you’re in,” Kelly stated as she walked into the small cell. Kelly was a 26 year-old woman from Cleveland, Ohio doing a 5 to 15 year bit for stabbing her lesbian lover to death. She was tall, dark-skinned, with short hair and a body like a fitness trainer. Kelly and Amber have been sharing the same cell together for the past 3 years and have become very close friends and lovers on a couple occasions.
Amber had her first lesbian experience with Kelly and it will be something that she’ll never forget. After many attempts, she finally let herself be seduced by the beautiful woman standing before her. It never became anything serious between the two though. It just happened. On the second occasion, it was Amber who did the seducing.
Amber smiled at her girlfriend while sitting on the bottom rack. “Oh, I was just thinking about some things. I can’t believe I’m leaving this place in 2 more days.”
“You better believe it girl, you then did your time for the crime,” Kelly said as she took off her shirt. “If I was the judge, you wouldn’t have done a day for killing that sorry sucker,” she added while taking off her shoes and jogging pants. Standing in just her panties and bra, sweat glistened off her body as she put on a robe.
“Hey, cheer up! I’m about to go take a shower and when I come back, I want to see you smiling. Ya hear?” she winked her eye, grabbed her hygiene bag, and walked off.
In the 5 years at Marysville penitentiary, Amber decided that she wanted to be something once she was free again. She took advantage of the programs and studied all different subjects in college and decided she wanted to major in criminal just ice. She put her all into her work and it showed in her grades. After 4 long years, she finally received her bachelor’s degree. She made it a top goal to get her master’s once she was on the other side. Just a moth earlier, she received the good news that she will be released to a halfway house in Youngstown. Two more days left until the big day.
Amber gets up and walks toward the cabinet on the wall and turns on the small radio. The sounds of Anita Baker’s voice echoes off the walls as she sings, “Sweet Love.” Seconds later, Kelly prances in the room singing along. “Sweet Looove!” She then looks at Amber in the mirror fixing her hair and laughs. “Girl, that’s my song!”
The next day the two woke up promptly at 7 AM for breakfast. They walked together to the chow hall and once inside, all eyes were on them. A huge bulldyke named Brenda approached the two and stated, “Hey Kelly, and what’s up with you short time?” Brenda winked her eye at Amber. Amber opened up her arms and the two women hugged.
“I’m go miss you Amber. You better take care of yourself out there.” Brenda then walked off.
It was like that the rest of the day. Greetings and wishes from dozens of women. Finally, in their cell, that night both were sitting on the bottom rack in their underwear talking.
“You know, I’m going to really miss you, Amber,” Kelly stated. “It already looks different in here and you haven’t even left yet,” she said sadly.
“Come on girl, you’ll be out soon yourself, and it’s not like I’m going to leave you for dead. I told you I’ll write and stay in touch,” Amber replied.
“You promise?” Kelly asked.
“Yes, I promise.”
The two women hugged for what seemed like hours until Kelly broke the silence.
“Amber?”
“Yes?”
“Can we make love one last time?”
There was no need for words as Amber kissed her on her lips and their tongues met.



Chapter Four THE COME UP

Jacob awoke in bed at 8:15 AM to the smell of bacon cooking. He yawns and stretches his arms out before getting out of bed. He then slides on his house shoes and boxers and heads downstairs. He goes straight to the kitchen to find Amber in one of his T-shirts by the stove. He couldn’t help but notice the way her ass stuck out. Some straight J-Lo action.
He crept up behind Amber and embraces her body. A sexy moan came from her as he slowly ran his hands up and down her curves. She turns around and kisses him.
“A little bit more of that and I might be in the mood to cook anymore,” she says smiling.
“What are you going to be in the mood for, then?” he asks as he embraces her again, running his hands up and down her back.
“Come on baby, the food!” Amber exclaimed.
She then kisses him one more time, turns back around, and finishes where she left off.
“You just have a seat at the table, and I’ll be just a minute,” she said. “We have eggs, toast, and bacon with your choice of juice or milk,” she added.
Sitting down to the table, he replies, “I think I’ll have juice and milk. I feel like I got a sex over.” They both laugh.
The phone rings suddenly and he gets up to answer it.
“Who this be?”
“Family, what’s up?” A rough raspy voice asks.
“What’s up Skeezo?” Jacob smiles as he pictures his childhood friend over the phone.
“You know me, livin the life. Tracy is feeling better and my new baby girl is just crazy about her old boy.”
“I’m happy to hear that about Tracy. Tell my lil God daughter I love her,” Jacob says with a smile.
“Yeah, I’ll do that.”
“So what’s up bro, everything cool on my end but it’s not on my end I’m worried about right now. Did you see the news?” Skeezo asks.
“Naw man, what’s up?”
“We have to talk man. The sooner, the better,” Skeezo said seriously.
“Damn Skeezo, is it that important? I got this beautiful sexy black queen walking around in my shirt cooking me breakfast,” Jacob replies as he smiles at Amber and she smiles back.
“Man you love fucking with those bitches Jay. Look man, when can you meet me?”
“Man, you know business is always first. Look, it’s about 8:30 right now. Meet me at the same place at noon. That should give me enough time to take care of things.”
“Damn!” Jacob exclaims as he sets the phone back into the receiver.
“What’s up baby? I hope everything’s alright.” Amber says as she sets a plate of food on the table in front of him.
“Oh yeah, everything’s cool. I just forgot I had to do something,” he replies. “It’s all good though. Now what’s up with this food? I’m hungry!” He exclaims as he brings a forkful of eggs to his mouth.
$$$$
A little after 11 they pull up in front of Amber’s house. He turns down the music and lets the car idle in silence. Finally, she breaks the silence.
“Thank you for a lovely night Jacob. I really needed that,” Amber says.
He turns toward her and puts a hand on her face and lightly rubs the outline of her jaw.
“There will be many more if it’s like that. I enjoyed myself a whole lot.” He starts laughing.
“Call me.”
“Oh that’s fa sho.”
“I’ll be looking for your call then.” And with that, she kisses him, opens the door, and gets out, and walks toward the house. Mesmerized by her figure, he just stares. She turns around and they make eye contact and both smile. She sticks out her tongue, turns back around and struts to the door. Once she opens the door, she turns around to wave and he waves back, blows the horn and pulls off.
$$$$$
With less than 5 minutes to kill, he pulls up in the parking lot next to Skeezo’s car, gets out and walks toward the pavilion where he sees his friend sitting on a bench. At the first sound of footsteps, Skeezo turns around, gets up and waits for Jacob. Once in each other’s presence the two friends hug and shake hands.
“I see you are looking good man,” Jacob says as he takes a seat on the bench.
“Yeah, I guess that’s what family life is doing to me,” Skeezo replies as he takes a seat.
Standing at 6 feet tall and 250 pounds of solid muscle, Skeezo could be easily misled for a NFL linebacker, but one look into his eyes and the long scar on his cheek would make one think otherwise. Shaved head, sporting a goatee, and black and grey fatigues. He had a serious look about him now.
“Now what’s so important going on?” Jacob gets right down to business.
Skeezo replies, “Well first of all motha fuckas get wet up on the East Side yesterday. 3 brothas die in some gang affiliated shit and the law is all over that bitch.” he then added, “I been getting a few calls and folks like they have to lay low for a minute and all this other shit.”
Jacob stares in silence for a few seconds. He then slowly speaks, “Them motha fuckas is off the hook huh?” He stares in silence for a few more seconds while calculating the thoughts in his head. “Brothas is dying everyday in this bitch over bullshit! Fuck!” he exclaims loudly. “I’ll handle everything with the East Side. What else is up?” “Well, basically that’s it. The West side is cool, South Side and North Side is tight but things should be dry on the West end by Friday.”
“OK, look, its still 3 days until Friday, but I want you to take care of that today.” Jacob calmly replies. “Drop 15 off to C note and tell him I’ll be to see him Friday afternoon sometime.”
“Alright, I got that took care of.”
Trust. Loyalty. Dependability. 3 things that are extremely hard to find in the dope game, but Jacob knew he had all 3 in Skeezo. They stayed right across the street from each other as children and grew up together as best friends. At a ripe 15 years old he can still remember the day he went over his friend’s house that summer afternoon…
He knocked on the door and a minute later, Skeezo’s mother opened it with tears in her eyes.
“Hello, Mrs. Martin. What’s wrong? Where’s Skeezo?”
“He’s in the hos…” she stutters. “Hos…” And stopped to only cry harder breaking the embrace to cover her face.
“Mrs. Martin, what’s wrong? Is something wrong with Skeezo?” He asks impatiently.
She takes her hands away from her face and gains a little of her composure. “He’s in the hospital!” she then starts to cry again.
“What hospital! What’s wrong with him?” Jacob asks with all kinds of things going through his mind.
“He’s not doing too good. Got beat up pretty bad. He’s in South Side.”
An hour later they were standing by Skeezo’s bedside. This person didn’t look like Skeezo. Bandages on his face, tubes coming out his nose and arms, face swollen. Jacob just stared down at his friend for what seemed like eternity and finally touched him. Tears came running down his face as he leaned down and whispered in his friend’s ear, “Whoever did this to you is going to die.”
The next day they went to the hospital he found his friend conscious but barely able to talk. Mrs. Martin started to cry as she made her way to the bed and leaned over to kiss her son on the forehead. “I love you,” she cried.
Skeezo tried to force a smile, but his face was so swollen it looked painful trying. He then gestured for Jacob to come over. He walked to the side of the bed, put his hand on his arm, and leaned over Skeezo so his face was just inches away.
“Who did this?” Jacob asked in a whisper, trying to hide the anger boiling in his heart.
“He know…” Skeezo said slowly.
“Who is he?” “Dallas. He…Know…Car,” Skeezo managed to say.
So that’s what it was all about. About a week ago, they spotted the white Cadillac in the parking lot of the Break-Out. They knew whom the car belonged to. Dallas. A drug dealer who sold crack and was known for his, “I don’t give a fuck attitude.” They didn’t give a fuck either at the time as they calculated how much money they could make off the rims and stereo system.
While Skeezo watched out, Jacob pulled the screwdriver from his waist, cracked the driver’s window, and opened the door. Once inside, the car started up seconds later. “Get in!” Skeezo ran to the passenger side as Jacob unlocked it. They were off.
A couple blocks down the road they pulled up beside a 79 Camaro. Jacob got out the car and reached for the door and to his surprise it came right open. Seconds later, the car started up and he pulled off with Skeezo in the rear. They ended up in the back of an abandoned school with all the tools waiting for their return.
Every tweeter, speaker, amplifier, and tire was placed inside the Camaro as they left the Cadillac sitting on bricks. Afterwards they put the merchandise in storage in Jacob’s garage, and then went to ditch the Camaro. On the way, they talked excitedly about the merchandise.
“Man, we about to get paid, nigga!” Jacob exclaimed. “Do you know how much that shit is worth!"
“Hell yeah nigga! Did you see those fucking speakers n shit?” Skeezo exclaimed, then added, “And them Dayton’s ain’t nothing nice nigga!”
“Oh yeah! Man, we go sell this shit and come the fuck up! I’m tired of being broke!”
“That’s real shit!” Skeezo replied.
“Check this out though,” Jacob added seriously. “We go hook up early in the morning and get rid of that shit. Nine times out of ten, Stacy will get all that shit.” “It’s on then, I’ll just come over your crib about nine.” “Sounds like a plan.” They both bust out laughing.
Now looking down on his friend with all these tubes coming out of him, things weren’t so funny. All types of things went through his mind. How did Dallas find out? How did he catch Skeezo? Did he know where they stayed? Was he next?
Before leaving the hospital, he bade a promise to Skeezo and went straight home to execute his plan. Walking across the street he looked around as paranoia engulfed his mind. As soon as he walked through the front door, his mother sitting on the couch, scolded him, “Boy, what’s wrong with you? What you looking all crazy for?”
“Oh hi mom,” he replied with wide eyes and beads of perspiration on his face. “I just need to take a shower.”
“Well, go on ahead then boy. I made some chili and cornbread today for dinner. It’s on the stove.”
“OK Mom,” Jacob replied without any enthusiasm. Chili and spaghetti was his favorite meals. He then ran upstairs to his room and immediately got on the phone. He picked it up and paged Stacy. Minutes later the phone rang and he picked it up on the first ring. “Hello?” he nervously answered.
“Someone call the pager?” a deep voice asks.
“Mom, it’s for me!” Jacob yelled downstairs.
“Yeah, Stacy this Jacob,” he said into the phone.
“Oh what’s happening Youngblood? You got something else for me?”
“Naw, I was hoping to get something from you though.”
“I’m all ears,” Stacy replied.
“Man I need a piece…Bad.”
“You ain’t get in no bullshit did you youngsta because…
Jacob cut him off, “I need a strap now. If you can do it, cool. If you can’t, fuck it man. I don’t got time for no lectures.”
“Damn Youngblood, it’s like that?”
“It’s like that!”
“Alright…come on over. I just might have somethi
by eleven then, because I got some shit to take care of later?”
“That’s cool,” Jacob replied anxiously. “I’ll be there.”

He then put the phone back into the receiver. Looking at the clock on the nightstand ng for you,” Stacy replied seriously.
“I can’t make it over there til tonight though Stacy, if that’s cool.”
“Make sure you make it over here, the clock read five thirty-two. It was going to be a long day. First of all, he had to sneak out of the house. That should be easy though. He paced his room for what seemed like hours until his nerves calmed down then went to take a shower. As the water fell on his body, relieving some of the tension, his friends face was all he could think of.
After stepping out of the shower and drying off, he went into his room and casually slipped on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, then went downstairs. He went straight to the kitchen and fixed himself a small portion of the meal his mom cooked, and then went to the table to eat. While eating, his mother came in the dining room with eyes only a mother has, “Baby, what’s eating at you? And don’t say nothing because it’s written all over you.” He tried to force a smile, “Mom, I’m alright.” Changing the subject, he replied, “This chili is the bomb.”
“I know that’s your favorite,” she replied beaming proudly.
She then left the room. After eating he went into the living room to watch TV when suddenly the phone rings again. His mother answers it, then, “Jacob, it’s for you.”
“I’ll get it upstairs mom,” he replies as he hits the steps. Once in his room he picks up the receiver, “I got it mom.” He hears the phone click.
“Hello?” he asks.
“Hey baby, what’s up?” the sexy voice on the other end asks.
“Oh hey, what’s up Tanya?” he asked lying back on the bed. Tanya was Jacob’s girlfriend. Skeezo and her best friend Tracy were also going together. The four of them did all type of things together. Walks in the park, the movies, the mall. The four of them even had sex in the same room together a couple times with Tracy’s and Tanya’s virginity being taken the first time.
“Oh nothing baby. I just don’t know what to do with Tracy. She just keeps crying and crying.”
“Everything’s gonna be fine, baby. My man’s coming out that motha fucka strong. You hear me?” he stated. “I talked to him today,” he added.
“Oh fa real!” she exclaimed. “What did he say? Who did it?” she asked excitedly.
“Don’t worry about that right now. But trust and believe…he go pay for that shit. We just need y’all to stay strong. OK, baby?”
“Baby, I hope nothing happens to you,” she said.
“Tanya, didn’t I say I got everything took care of?”
“Yes.”
“That’s all you need to know. Just chill.”
They sat on the phone for over an hour. Tanya clicked over and called Tracy also to let Jacob console her. After he hung up the phone, he heard his mother walking up the stairs. She stopped by his room and looked in, “Good night baby,” she said as she walked off.
“Good night mom!” He then looked on the clock. Eight thirty. Good timing. He then went to his closet and pulled out a black jogging suit. Once he put it on, he then went back to the closet and reached on the top shelf for his black ski masks. When he pulled it down, something fell at his feet. He bent down to only realize it was the small starter pistol him and Skeezo robbed a couple people with coming out of bars. He smiled as he put it back. He then lifted his dresser up and reached underneath and pulled out a wad of cash. $5,200 to be exact. Him and Skeezo both got 2 grand a piece for the merchandise and immediately started to flip their money-selling crack.
He flipped off $500 and put the rest back. He then grabbed his screwdriver from under his bed and tiptoed down the steps. He sat and waited for any sounds for a couple minutes, then slipped out the back door like a thief in the night.
As soon as he got a couple blocks away from the house, he spotted a small blue mini-van parked on the street. He checked the door to find out it was open. He then got in and seconds later the van pulled off. He arrived at Stacy’s exactly 15 minutes later. He parked in the driveway and shortly after was knocking on the door.
“Youngblood, come on in,” the tall heavyset man sporting an afro said. Jacob walked into the house. Once the door was closed, it was all business. He led Jacob to the living room where 6 pistols were laying no the table. His eyes got wide with excitement.
“So how much are you trying to spend Youngblood?” It was a 38, two 9 millimeters, a 22, a 25, and a 45 on the table. Jacob pointed toward the 45 and asked, “How much you sell me that for?”
Stacy started to laugh and replied, “Damn! You ain’t bullshittin are you? You know, that’s a $500 gun there, but I’ll let it go to you for $350.”
Jacob walked toward the table and picked up the gun. He then put his finger on the trigger and pointed it towards the wall.
“Watch out, it’s loaded!” Stacy exclaimed nervously.
He then lowered the gun. “I want it!”
He sat the gun on the table and counted out $350 to Stacy. Minutes later he walked out the door, carrying a little black case, got in the minivan, and went to complete his mission.
The first stop he made was the parking lot of the Break-Out hoping to find one of Dallas’ cars in the parking lot. It was a good chance because this is where he usually hangs out at playing pool with other hustlers. No sign of any of his cars though. He then rides around and checks the parking log of Larry’s nightclub, but still no sign of him. Frans. Partners. Still no sign of Dallas. He then heads back uptown once again to the Breakout and a smile forms on his face as he sees the familiar white Cadillac on a fresh new set of Dayton’s.
He parks the van in the back of the parking lot and waits. 12:15 on the dash. He turns the music on and soon as he does, a police cruiser rolls by slowly. “Oh shit!” he exclaims, but they roll on by leaving the parking lot. A couple people walk out as he watches the activity in the parking lot, but no Dallas.
Just as it seemed like hours went past the familiar figure walked out sporting gold and diamonds with a big DOB hat on. Dallas! Some tall dark skinned woman following him. Adrenaline rushed through Jacob’s veins as he seen the Cadillac’s headlights come on, and the car pull off. He then started up the mini van and followed.
He stayed a couple cars back to keep a little distance. He followed the car all the way up the hiss as the Cadillac made a right turn on Midlothian. As he stayed back a farther distance because of the change in traffic, he still seen when the Cadillac turned into the driveway. He rode past the house without even a glance as Dallas opened his door.
Jacob rolled past the house 2 more times calculating his next move. He then decided to park the van on the next street and walk back over to the house. As soon as he approached the house he saw that the light downstairs was turned off now replaced with one upstairs. Good sign. He then casually walked to the backdoor carefully checking the windows on the side for any sign of an alarm. None.
Once at the backdoor he crouches down and looks around. He then opens the little black case and pulls out the 45, slides the screwdriver from his waist, and goes to work on the door. He sticks the screwdriver in the side of the door and carefully, like a professional, pries it open by the lock. 10 minutes later, the job was done. He puts the screwdriver back in his waist, pulls down his ski mask, and went inside.
Inside the house, Jacob had to adjust to the darkness. He tiptoed across the kitchen very cautious until he reached another room. He looked around very carefully and figured it probably was the dining room. A little illumination from the streetlights poured in. He made his way to the next room and there he seen the staircase. He slowly stepped on the first step. No sound. He couldn’t help but hear the noise upstairs though. It sounded like they were fucking. Jacob had to stop himself from laughing as he took another step and another.
At the top of the stairs the sounds coming from the female got louder. “Oh yeah, baby!” That feels so good! Oh yes!” the female cried.
45 in hand, he followed the sounds until he was in front of the doorway watching. Dallas was laid on his back and the woman was sitting on his face.
“Oh yes! Lick it! Suck it!” she exclaimed.
He just sat there and watched until he seen her body start to shake and roll off his face. That’s when he made his move. Gun pointed straight at the bed, he exclaimed, “Encore performance! Encore!” As he stepped closer to the bed, Dallas with come dripping down his face muttered, “What the fuck…?”
The woman tried to hide her nakedness with a little scream by throwing herself under the sheet.
“Both y'all shut the fuck up!” Jacob exclaimed.
“One more fucking sound from either one of y’all and it’s over! I’m the only one doing the talking in this bitch, understand?” He eyed them both as they shook their heads.
“Get yo ass up!” He pointed the gun at Dallas. “Move motha fucka!” Dallas hurriedly got up with his hands covering his shriveling penis.
“Find something and tie this bitch up!”
“But…” Dallas muttered. Jacob pointed the gun at his head.
“Motha fucka, did I say speak? I said do! I know you got something in here!” he then looked at the female now crying on the bed. “Bitch, didn’t I say shut up! Matter of fact, get yo ass up too!” She slowly pulled back the sheet shaking and stuttered, “PPPPLEEASE.” Tears running down her cheeks, lips trembling.
“Bitch! Get up!” She stood up slowly.
“Get over there!” he pointed where Dallas was standing.
“Now both of y'all get on your knees!” Their knees slowly touched the floor. He now stood over both of them, gun pointed angrily.
“Now Dallas, I’m going to give you a chance to speak. I’m going to ask you a question and I want an answer,” he commanded. “Where is the shit?”
“It’s downstairs in the basement. Please don’t kill me,” he cried.
“Ok, to the basement we go. Both y’all, on your knees. Let’s go.”
He followed them to the hallway gun pointed menacingly at them. He found a light switch on the wall and hit 2 switches and he could see light coming from up the stairs. Once they reach the steps, Jacob exclaims, “Now I want you both to stand up slowly.” They both stood up. He pointed the gun at Dallas.
“Now I want you to pick that bitch up like she’s your bride. Go ahead.” He watched as Dallas picked up the woman.
“Now we’re going to head down the steps. Turn facing towards me. You’re walking down backwards!” He stated. “Easy. Easy. Damn, you a strong motha fucka!” Jacob exclaimed as they took step by step down the stairs. Once downstairs, he forced them back to their knees until they reached the door to the basement. He hit the light switch and ordered, “Come on, y’all know the drill.”
Once again, he led them down steps with him holding the female until they reached the basement. He then ordered them back on their knees.
“OK, we’re in the basement. Now where’s the shit?” Dallas pointed towards a cabinet on the far wall.
“Let’s get it!” he followed as Dallas and the female scooted on their knees. Once in front of the cabinet, he looked at it and replied, “What the fuck is this? Are you trying to commit suicide or something?” Rage blazing in his eyes.
“MMMOVE the shelf to the side. The safe’s in the back.” Pointing the gun at him he ordered, “No you get up and move this motha fucka. Slowly.” He watched as Dallas slowly got up and moved the shelf to the side revealing the safe.
“Gone and open that bitch up,” he ordered.
Fumbling with the knob, the safe slowly opened a minute later and what Jacob seen inside made his heart stop for a second. He stood there wide-eyed until he came to his senses.
“Get back on your fuckin knees! NOW!” he ordered. There was a gym bag on the floor already right next to the safe. He then ordered the woman to get up and start filling it up with the contents from the safe. He sat and watched as she placed stacks of dollars and kilo after kilo into the bag. After the safe was empty, she relied, “That’s it.”
“OK now, zip it up and sit down.” She zipped it up and sat down slowly. He then walked towards her to retrieve the bag, held it in his left hand while his right hand still held the pistol. He then walked towards Dallas pointing the gun at his head.
“Hey Dallas! Good looking out on all this shit but that’s not the real reason I came here tonight.”
“Wwwha do ya mean! That’s everything! I swear,” he pleaded. “Please don’t kill me.”
“You should have thought about that before…You don’t fuck with my folks!” And with that he pulled the trigger point blank range. The bullet of the gun exploded through his skull. The sound of the 45 was ear splitting. The woman put her face in her lap with her hands over her ears, crying. “Oh please! Oh please don’t kill me! Pleeease!”
“Bitch, calm down!” he hollered. “I’m not going to kill you. I’m about to leave, but if you even think about coming out this basement, I hear screaming, or any other crazy shit for the next hour, some one else will kill yo ass. Do you hear me!” he exclaimed.
“Yes!” she said.
He slowly walked away with the bag and gun in hand. When he reached the steps he could hear the lady saying, “Thank you God! Thank you Jesus! Thank you!”
At the top of the steps, he unzipped the gym bag and put the gun inside, walked back out the back door taking off the ski mask, and picked up the small case and casually walked back to the minivan. Once inside, he started it up and pulled off.
The next day it was on the news and on the front page of the newspaper. Drug deal gone bad. James Wright a.k.a. Dallas gets killed execution style. Everything in the house was turned over. No witnesses to the crime except for one old
lady who lived a street over seeing a blue minivan pull off sometime in the middle of the night.