Pride (7 page)

And not one area of the Spot had survived untouched either. The hoes suffered, the bar suffered, and the kitchen was ready to close completely down.

But what was worse, the cut room upstairs had damn near halted production too. What had once been a major drug cutting and distribution operation on the top floor of the G-Spot was now just a big old half-empty room filled with triple-beam scales and other drug-manufacturing paraphernalia. The fiends on the streets had to find alternate trap boys to cop their product from, because G’s old corner boys were almost always dry.

G had always played all his cards close to his chest and nobody, not even Ace or Pluto, knew how to make contact with his main supplier. Nobody that is, except his right-hand man Moonie. But Moonie, just like G’s mysterious connect, had gone deep underground, and not a soul knew how to find him.

And with the drug game up for grabs, every small-time hustler in Harlem had gone into desperation mode. Cooter had hooked up with that crazy come-up named Flex and tried to muscle in on G’s old drug turf in the projects, and both of them niggahs had gotten beat down and buck-shot full of holes. Flex’s shit was critical for a minute, but Cooter had taken a fatal ass-kicking and died laying in the street. Face down, brains bashed in, dead with his shoes on.

Monique took a long swig of brew and dug around in her shoe and retrieved the clipped roach she had stashed under the arch of her foot. Yeah, times were hard, and her blood went to boiling every time she thought about how laced her shit woulda been if it wasn’t for that bitch Juicy. She lit her joint and pulled on it so hard the tip steamed red and a stray seed popped out and landed on her thigh.

Shit! Monique cursed and quickly brushed the hot ember from her lap. These days she couldn’t even get her head right without getting burnt. She glanced around the club. There was no way in fuck she woulda been sitting up at the bar smoking no chronic if G was still alive. But he wasn’t alive.

That niggah was dead. Dead as shit.

CHAPTER 7

There was no disputing the fact that G was dead, but what Monique didn’t know was that someone real close to G was still alive.

One night a few weeks later, after the doors to the G-Spot had closed, the bar was counted down, and all the dried cum had been washed out of the sheets, Monique walked into G’s office. Her feet were throbbing and her coochie was scuffed as she plopped down into a soft leather chair and sparked up a Newport.

Pluto, the three hundred pound bitch-beater she called her man, was hunched over G’s desk going through the mail. Monique could feel the meanness radiating off him. He was like this every night after counting up the day’s take. Short on money and ready to fight.

She sat quietly while he shuffled through the stacks of bills that still came to G’s post office box. She was tired and ready to go home, but she knew better than to interrupt him. The last time she opened her mouth while he was trying to read something he had thrown a stapler at her and damn near knocked out her front tooth.

He tore open a letter and his lips started moving as he slowly read. Monique shook her head as she heard his dumb ass struggling to sound out some of the words. She eyed him on the sly. No matter which way she looked at him there was nothing cute about Pluto. They had been together for a good minute now, and even though Pluto was mean and violent, Monique stayed with him because he was also powerful and dangerous.

Pluto had been one of the strongest lieutenants in the G-Spot’s army. Next to Moonie he was the closest thing G had to a friend, and G had trusted him as far as he could trust anyone. Ace had been a big part of all that too. Both of them had taken oaths of complete loyalty to G, and each had lived up to that vow until the day G died.

Monique shifted in her chair as Ace entered the office. She could see why him and Pluto were so tight. They were an even match. One was just as ugly as the other one.

“Close ya fuckin’ legs,” Ace snapped at her. “Your damn pussy stanks.” He turned to his boy. “You ready to roll, man?”

“Yo, hold da fuck up,” Pluto said. His lips were still moving as he continued to read from the piece of stationary he held in his hand. “Check this shit out,” he said standing up from G’s chair. “Yo, man,” he tried to pass the piece of paper off to his partner. “You ain’t even gonna believe this shit...”

Ace waved him off. “Ga’head. I’m good, man. Just read it to me.”

Illiterate ass!
Monique smirked. With dumb and dumber running the Spot no wonder it had turned out worse than a girl’s home run by a crew of broke-dick pimps.

“Nah, slime. You gotta read it. You ain’t gonna believe this shit!” Pluto insisted.

“Niggah just read it! Who’s it from?”

“It’s from some place called Sunny Hills Sanatorium. It’s way up in Canada.”

Hearing this, Monique jumped up to take a peek as Pluto moved his finger under the sentences and began sounding his words out like a first grader:

“Dear Mr. McKay. Greetings from the Sunny Hills Sana-to-rium for Restor…a…restora...tive Care. We are hon-red that you have been a valued pa-tron of our services for more than ten years. Your on-going de…deci…de-ciseeon to settle your account’s…”

Monique couldn’t take it no more. She ignored Pluto and read on silently over his shoulder.

Your ongoing decision to settle your account’s annual balance in advance has made it possible for us to provide your wife with topnotch professional care. Unfortunately, it has come to our attention that your balance has been depleted and your account is now seriously past due.

Here at Sunny Hills Sanatorium we rely solely on the financial support of clients like you to ensure we can provide for the unique needs of your loved one. In order to continue offering our quality services to Mrs. Salida McKay, you will have ten days from the date of this letter to remit your past due balance in full. If you wish to maintain a suite at our facility you will be required to remit full payment for the next twelve months at this time as well.

If you are unable to do so, it will be with great sadness and profound regret that we will be forced to discharge Mrs. Salida McKay from our facility. We have truly enjoyed our long-term relationship with you. We hope to continue providing you with the security and peace of mind of knowing your loved one is receiving the absolute best mental and physical health care possible.

Sincerely,

Joseph Gordon

Director, Sunny Hills Sanatorium for Restorative Care

About a dozen of the words written on the paper flew off and embedded themselves in Monique’s brain. They were the twelve most important words she had heard in the last six months.

We will be forced to discharge Mrs. Salida McKay from our facility.

Monique just couldn’t believe it. A ghost straight outta G’s past was alive and kickin’.

And as she would soon find out, that ghost was alive, kickin’, slickin’, trickin’, and best of all, crazy as hell!

CHAPTER 8

Unlike his father, there was always something sexually freaky going on up in Gino’s head. After all those years I’d spent fantasizing about how wonderful dick could be and the hundreds of ways I’d dreamed of getting my stuff beat up, I felt lucky to fall in love with a dude who had just as much erotic creativity as I did.

“Ease down on it,” Gino whispered. His strong hands gripped my waist as he lowered me onto his thick, straining dick.

Our wedding was right around the corner and we were sitting in a bathtub full of warm, bubbly water. At least Gino was. I was crouched over him, backing my ass down on him so he could hit it from behind the way I liked it.

The hot soapy water added a whole different aspect to getting nasty in the tub. I peeked between my thighs and licked my lips as Gino’s dark manhood thrust up outta the big white bubbles and slid deeply inside me.

Sparks shot through my pussy like the water was electrified. Titties jiggling, I raised and lowered myself slowly, riding him like he was a giant black thoroughbred. Behind me, Gino moaned against my neck, then nibbled my ear. I gasped as he gently pinched my nipples with his wet fingertips, the soapy water making his slippery friction that much more exciting.

Suddenly, Gino lifted me completely off of him and pushed me forward. I pressed my palms to the bottom of the tub and balanced my weight until I was almost on my knees. Gino got up on his knees too, and he entered me again with one long, deep stroke. A stroke so hard and delicious that my pussy hiccupped twice and then I came just like that.

“Yeah, baby girl,” he moaned in my ear. “Get yours…” But that little nut hadn’t done a damn thing for me, and he knew it. I was ready for round two as Gino reached in front of me and cupped a handful of suds then massaged it all over my aching, swollen clit.

“That’s it,” he said as his lips trailed hot, wet kisses down my back. “Get some more, Juicy.” He sucked hickeys from my neck down to the crack of my ass while his dick worked like an underwater jack-pump, drilling a nice hot hole in my pussy.

I got me another small nut before Gino lifted me from the water and wrapped me in a thick beach towel. He carried me into our bedroom and lay me on the bed, then lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and gave my pussy two deep licks.

“Is this what you want?” he teased, parting my curly hairs with his tongue.

Hell yeah, I wanted that, but I wanted something else first.

“C’mere,” I told him, swinging my legs around and pushing him back on the bed until he was laying flat on his back. All that beautiful black dick coming off of him looked like a long marble mountain of perfection to me. It was thick and perfectly shaped, and the veins running along the side throbbed like his dick had a migraine headache.

I gobbled that shit up.

Gone were the days when I had to practice sucking dick on a cucumber. I had the real thing now, and Gino’s dick was the only one that I had ever willingly sucked.

My man really deserved this neck pussy, and I slurped that thang half to death. I planted hot kisses up and down his shaft, then covered the smooth, mushroom-shaped head with my lips and swirled my wet tongue around the rigid rim as I gripped the base in my hand and jacked him slow and tight.

 Gino sighed and cupped my cheeks. His fingers trailed down my neck. He pumped in and out slowly; making sure the tip of his dick deeply penetrated that trap door in my throat on each stroke. I hummed all over that baby, slurping and sucking it like there was gold in the center and I was desperate to strike it rich. I felt his nut rising, and Gino felt it too.

He tapped my chin and then extracted himself slowly from my mouth. He stood up, and I lay down on my stomach and brought my right knee up to my chest. I bit into the pillow as Gino inched into me just a little at a time. My pussy was thumping to a nasty beat, and Gino got down to my favorite song.

My juices sloshed each time he pushed his meat into me, and the wet, splashing sounds my coochie hole made when his nuts smacked against me drove both of us crazy.

“Ahhh…” I growled deep in my throat. Gino placed his hand on the flat of my back and pressed down gently as he worked his dick between my thick ass-cheeks. Trying his best not to come, he pulled out and smacked my ass.

I shivered as my flesh jiggled.

He smacked me again, this time on the other cheek. The sound of his hand slapping my booty combined with the heat flaring up on my sensitive skin was so erotic I started humping and rubbing my pussy on the sheets and I almost came again.