Criminal Minded (11 page)
Authors: Tracy Brown
I was feelin’ so much shit all at once. It was crazy, ’cause I couldn’t help but care about Olivia. Until Lamin and I got close, I had never been familiar with belonging. I never belonged anywhere. I never knew what friendship was because it had never been mine. In all the group homes, foster homes, juvenile detention centers, and jails I had been in, there had never been
anyone
worthy of my trust. Then I met Lamin and for the first time in my life I knew what it felt like to be comfortable enough with another human being that you could let
down your guard and begin to trust. Olivia was his sister, and from day one he had told me she was off-limits. I had already played myself by violating that boundary of his. Now I was hooked. Olivia had the best pussy on the planet. Plus a bangin’ body and a sexy walk, lips that tasted like honey, and I couldn’t make her mine because of who her brother was. That shit was frustratin’ like a muthafucka. But I respected Lamin, and I knew that if he found out I was fuckin’ his sister he would lose trust and respect for me. I didn’t want that to happen.
anyone
worthy of my trust. Then I met Lamin and for the first time in my life I knew what it felt like to be comfortable enough with another human being that you could let
down your guard and begin to trust. Olivia was his sister, and from day one he had told me she was off-limits. I had already played myself by violating that boundary of his. Now I was hooked. Olivia had the best pussy on the planet. Plus a bangin’ body and a sexy walk, lips that tasted like honey, and I couldn’t make her mine because of who her brother was. That shit was frustratin’ like a muthafucka. But I respected Lamin, and I knew that if he found out I was fuckin’ his sister he would lose trust and respect for me. I didn’t want that to happen.
But now, I was put in a position where I was forced to interact with Olivia on a regular basis. I had to hustle with her, travel out of state with her, count money with her, drive with her, and how could I do all of that without fuckin’ her, too?
Olivia and I got a routine going. She became my partner and my lover on the down low. She soaked up all the things I told her like a sponge. I no longer had to coach her to drive like she knew what the fuck she was doing. She really had that shit down pat in no time. The same girl who I had to beg to drive eighty miles per hour, was now a lead-footed speed demon breezing down the Interstate at a hundred miles per hour. We stopped riding in the same car—just in case one of us got bagged, the other would get away We came close to having learned that lesson the hard way.
We were driving back home to New York from Virginia. There was enough cocaine in the glove compartment and under the passenger seat to put both of us away for life. I was driving with Olivia riding shotgun. Suddenly, the police cruiser that was trailing three cars behind me sped up and rode alongside me. Their siren sounded, and they ordered me to pull over. Neither me or Olivia spoke as I pulled over to the shoulder of the highway and watched the policeman approach through my rearview mirror. Olivia looked calm, but I could hear her breathing. She was nervous.
I noticed that the cop was riding alone. No way was I going to jail with the cop outnumbered two to one. I guess Olivia had the same thought, since I saw her look back at the police car. The officer asked for my license and registration, and I handed it to him. I knew that I
couldn’t reach for the gun on my ankle without arousing suspicion, so I glanced at Olivia. I knew that she always carried her gun in her bra, and I saw her reaching ever so slyly toward her chest.
couldn’t reach for the gun on my ankle without arousing suspicion, so I glanced at Olivia. I knew that she always carried her gun in her bra, and I saw her reaching ever so slyly toward her chest.
The cop saw it, too. He pulled his gun. “Please keep your hands at your sides, ma’am!” he barked. “Step out of the car!”
Olivia slid a tube of lipstick out of her bra and frowned. “What?” she yelled. “I was reaching for this! What, you gonna shoot me for putting on lipstick?”
The cop seemed embarrassed and he returned his gun to his holster. Olivia continued ranting.
“What the hell did we get pulled over for in the first place? DWB? Driving while black? This ain’t right!”
“No, ma’am. We got a report of suspicious persons in this area—”
“So ‘suspicious’ means black? What did we do to get pulled over? We have a license. The car ain’t stolen. So what now?” She kept her tirade going until the cop stood red faced and let us go.
As we pulled away, she let out a sigh of relief, and I smiled. This girl was no joke. I was impressed, and I knew that she was a ride-or-die chick for real. From that day on, she was always two cars behind me, zippin’ down the freeway with some Gucci shades on. Olivia was that bitch. The only drawback to the shit was that she cockblocked like crazy!
Both me and Lamin had bitches state to state. Lucky was always his number-one wifey, but Lamin had a shorty he checked for whenever we traveled to Baltimore, Virginia, and Philly. Bad bitches. So did I Except I also had one in Atlanta and one in Patterson, New Jersey. And they all loved me. Whenever I was in town I would call up my shorty in that city and we would get it poppin’. Me and Lamin had the tightest game. But with Olivia traveling with me, there was no way I was gonna get any pussy but hers. That was cool with me to an extent because her shit was the bomb—like Sunshine in that movie
Harlem Nights
. But, I wasn’t sprung. Or if I was, I would never let her see it. Sexin’ Olivia was like a natural high. But me being the man that I am, I had to try to have my cake and eat it, too. That’s where I fucked up.
Harlem Nights
. But, I wasn’t sprung. Or if I was, I would never let her see it. Sexin’ Olivia was like a natural high. But me being the man that I am, I had to try to have my cake and eat it, too. That’s where I fucked up.
One night, while we were in Baltimore, I told Olivia that instead of staying for the night as we planned, I was driving back to New York. She was free to stay if she wanted, but I had to go home. She was suspicious at first, but I calmed her down with a quickie. I told her that I had to get home real quick to go check my homie. I didn’t tell her that my “homie” was this bad Puerto Rican mami from Canarsie named Pilar. Pilar was my ultimate fantasy. She was a pretty Spanish girl with a small waist, small titties, and a big ass. I wanted to get with her for the longest, but she never gave me the time of day until she found out who I was. I remember meeting her after one of my workers introduced us, and she said,
“You’re
Zion? I’ve heard a
lot
about you.” I could see dollar signs in her eyes, but I was determined to hit it anyway. I spent the night diggin’ Pilar’s back out and then fell asleep, drained. She lived up to all my expectations. I woke up early and left a couple hundred-dollar bills on her dresser before I broke out. I knew that the money was what she really wanted. I never called her after that. But when she called me and invited me over for some head, I was on the highway faster than a speeding bullet. I drove back to New York with Olivia driving behind me as usual. When we got to Staten Island, I followed Olivia to her exit on the expressway and then I honked my horn as I continued past her toward the Verrazano Bridge. I knew Olivia was pissed that I cut our trip short, but I didn’t care. Her sex was the bomb, but to a man, variety is the spice of life. I wanted to spice my sex life up with Pilar that night.
“You’re
Zion? I’ve heard a
lot
about you.” I could see dollar signs in her eyes, but I was determined to hit it anyway. I spent the night diggin’ Pilar’s back out and then fell asleep, drained. She lived up to all my expectations. I woke up early and left a couple hundred-dollar bills on her dresser before I broke out. I knew that the money was what she really wanted. I never called her after that. But when she called me and invited me over for some head, I was on the highway faster than a speeding bullet. I drove back to New York with Olivia driving behind me as usual. When we got to Staten Island, I followed Olivia to her exit on the expressway and then I honked my horn as I continued past her toward the Verrazano Bridge. I knew Olivia was pissed that I cut our trip short, but I didn’t care. Her sex was the bomb, but to a man, variety is the spice of life. I wanted to spice my sex life up with Pilar that night.
When I got there, she greeted me at the door with nothin’ on but a thong and some stilettos. Damn! I sat on the couch and Pilar tongued me down for a while. Then she went to work suckin’ me off like a true professional. I was in ecstasy. Then loud as hell I heard somebody bangin’ on the door like 5/0. It sounded like they were hittin’ the door with one of them batons and I panicked. How the fuck was I gonna get out of there with my car parked right outside her house? She got up off her knees and grabbed a short silk bathrobe off the arm of the couch. I pulled out my .45 and stood behind the door while she prepared to open it. If I was going down I was takin’ at least one
of them pigs with me. I stood there with my gun drawn and my adrenaline rushin’ and I nodded, signaling that she could open the door. I was ready.
of them pigs with me. I stood there with my gun drawn and my adrenaline rushin’ and I nodded, signaling that she could open the door. I was ready.
She cracked the door and peeked out and the next thing I knew someone had pushed their way inside and was fuckin’ Pilar up! It took me a moment to realize that it was Olivia! Olivia was kicking Pilar’s ass! She pistol-whipped her and I realized that it was not a police baton that was poundin’ on the door, interrupting the bomb head I was gettin’. It was Olivia bangin’ on the door with her heat drawn. This was not what I had in mind when I gave her the nickel-plated nine-millimeter for protection. She ripped the poor girl’s bathrobe to shreds, punching her in the face and pulling her long hair out in patches. I got over my shock and pulled Olivia off the girl. Olivia kicked and struggled to get free. She was no joke!
“You fuckin’ bitch! You wanna fuck him now? You wanna fuck with mines, you gonna
get
fucked up instead!” Olivia was wildin’.
get
fucked up instead!” Olivia was wildin’.
“Calm down!” I barked to Olivia, and she continued to try and get free. I knew that Pilar’s life was in jeopardy if I let Olivia go, so I held her around her waist and bear-hugged her to me. “Come on, girl. Why you buggin’? You ain’t have to do this shit, Olivia.”
Pilar got up off the floor, naked from the waist up. She still had her thong on, but the heel on one of her shoes was broke off, and Olivia had shattered her glass coffee table. I felt bad, as she limped around trying to find something to cover herself up. Olivia cocked her gun and I grabbed her hands.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I couldn’t believe baby girl was wildin’ like that! “You can’t come up in here shootin’ bitches, Olivia. You’re out of fuckin’ control right now!”
By then, Pilar had sense enough to run into her room and lock the door. She could tell that Olivia was not playin’ games and would not hesitate to shoot the bitch in her own house! Now Olivia was cryin’.
“Why you playin’ me, Zion?”
I shook my head. “Ain’t nobody playin’ you, Olivia. I’m just hittin’ that. It ain’t nothin’. You actin’ like I got love for this bitch. You ain’t
got no reason to come over here poundin’ on her door, beatin’ her ass, breakin’ up shit, pullin’ guns. That shit is just sex. It ain’t no more than that. Now let’s get the fuck up out of here before she call the fuckin’ cops.”
got no reason to come over here poundin’ on her door, beatin’ her ass, breakin’ up shit, pullin’ guns. That shit is just sex. It ain’t no more than that. Now let’s get the fuck up out of here before she call the fuckin’ cops.”
Olivia stormed out ahead of me and got into her rental. I got in my car and shook my head in disbelief as she peeled off. I could not believe Olivia had done that shit! She drove to my house, and I followed her. As soon as we parked, I got a chance to confront her ass.
“Yo, what the fuck is wrong witchu?”
Silence.
“Why you do that, Olivia? And how the fuck did you find out where I was anyway?”
She looked so hurt. “I followed your muthafuckin’ car, that’s how I found out where you were!” Olivia had no shame in her game. “Was it worth it, Zion? Why you gotta fuck other bitches, like my pussy ain’t good enough for you?”
I shook my head. Damn! I had slipped. How the fuck did I not notice Olivia following me? Maybe I taught her too well. “It ain’t about all that. You know you got the bomb shit, girl. But damn! You come bangin’ on a bitch’s door with your heat drawn ready for war like I’m your man …”
“Zion, I ain’t tryin’ to hear you right now. I’m sure you got some ass and got your dick sucked, so fuck you! You don’t have to draw me pictures or spell it out for me. Just leave me alone. Let me get the shit I left at your house and I’m gone.”
Olivia stormed off. I went after her and blocked her path. “You’re so pretty when you’re mad.” I smiled at her and she rolled her eyes at me. I knew she couldn’t resist me for long. “Stop actin’ like that. I can’t have you now?”
Olivia shook her head. “Hell no.”
I grinned. “She don’t put it on me like you do.”
“Zion, I ain’t playin’ witchu! Why you messin’ with my mind like this?” Her eyes were all watery and I felt bad. I sure wasn’t lettin’ her go running to her brother all depressed and shit. Olivia was not good
at hiding her emotions from Lamin, and he would want to know what was wrong.
at hiding her emotions from Lamin, and he would want to know what was wrong.
“Come on, beautiful,” I said, my tone all sugary and sweet. “I ain’t mean to fuck your head up like that. I told you it was only physical. It ain’t got nothin’ to do with you. Just ’cause I’m a little greedy sometimes don’t mean that you ain’t special. Stop actin’ like that.” Olivia wouldn’t let a tear fall. She was the toughest chick I’d ever seen and the sexiest as well. “Come spend the night with me at my apartment in Philly and we’ll come back to New York in the morning.” I was pulling out the big guns. Olivia loved Philadelphia. Every time we passed through the state, she wanted to stay longer than necessary. She loved to shop at the malls, or sit and eat some cheese steaks. I was hoping that mentioning her favorite city would melt her cold demeanor. I also wanted to get her out of town and away from Lamin until she felt better.
She seemed to consider it and she looked in my eyes as if wondering whether or not I was sincere. The truth was that I liked Olivia and loved her sex. But she was still forbidden fruit, and for that reason I wouldn’t let myself love her. But when it came to touching her, kissing her … I couldn’t help myself. I had to have her. But it was important to me that our thing be kept under wraps. As long as we were the only ones who knew, it would be all good. But now Olivia was catchin’ feelings and that was gettin’ in the way.
“Let’s do it, baby girl,” I persuaded her. “We’ll go get some cheese steaks, catch a movie, and lay up all night. We been on the grind so much that I ain’t had a chance to show you off yet. I’ll take you shoppin’ and everything.” I was pullin’ out all the stops, tryin’ to get back on her good side.
Her eyes twinkled when I mentioned a shopping spree, and I knew it would be alright. She strutted her sexy ass toward my house and yelled over her shoulder. “Bring a lot of money. I ain’t a tacky bitch like your Spanish ho.”
I smiled to myself at the gutsy broad who was slowly winning my heart.
I took her shoppin’ and spent a fortune on about five pairs of shoes with matching outfits. Olivia had not exaggerated. She was costly. But it was worth it to see her smile again and to see the familiar sparkle in her eye. I was beginning to realize that I had to get the situation with Olivia under control or shit could go very wrong. As much as I liked her—maybe even had the potential to love her—we could never go beyond the physical. At that point in my life, all I wanted was money. All I dreamed about was money. All I was chasin’ was money. Love and emotions would have to wait. I had no time for that. Lamin and I were on the same page when it came to gettin’ paper. Olivia, whether she was gettin’ under my skin or not, could not get in the way of that—no matter what. It was time to put the brakes on for real.
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