Tampa Black: Part ! (2 page)

Jumping into his donk, Trion pressed the push button start that awakened the pearl black 1974 Impala that he had just sat up on some 32’s. Turning up the beats in his trunk, he placed his 40 cal on his lap, and swerved off leaving smoke in the air. Trion had very few haters that disliked him in his city because he showed so much love to the streets, but the ones that did hate him wanted him dead with a passion. Jago always used to tell Trion,

“Youth wit wealth comes de tails of hatred and jealousy. It is ok to possess love in your heart for de streets, but never trust de evil dat lies witin dem.”

Pulling up in front of Keona’s apartment, Trion had a slightly un-nerving feeling in the pit of his stomach. Thinking that it was just paranoia, he tried to shake it off as he stepped out of the car placing his 40 cal in his waistband. Trion made his way to Keona’s front door, while paying attention to his surroundings.

After knocking on the door three times he decided to just turn the door knob and walk in. Stepping in front of the T.V walking through the bedroom hallway, Keona met him with a kiss. Grabbing his hand, she looked into his eyes before turning around leading him inside of her bedroom.

Walking behind Keona, the view was captivating. As her long curly hair dropped to her waist, it teased each of her plump ass cheeks as they jiggled with every step. Her tank top and boy shorts left nothing to the imagination as they clung to every crack, curve, and crevasse of her perfect body. Since Trion didn’t believe in love at first sight, he smiled as he thought to himself, lust was the next best thing.

As Maxwell poured through Keona’s speakers, Trion laid her down on her soft queen sized bed greedily kissing her lips as he eased her tank top off exposing her beautiful erect nipples. Now licking a seductive trail from her lips down to her breast, he teased the tips of her nipples with his tongue as he slid his fingers inside of her boy shorts, and began playing with her wet swollen clit. As he picked up the pace and slid his fingers into her throbbing treasure, Keona began to gasp as her pussy lips threatened to spasm.

Sensing her body about to convulse, Trion eased Keona out of her boy shorts, and allowed her to wrap her thick thighs around his head as he buried his face in her wet plate. Pulling his dreads as she rode his face, Keona came so hard that she screamed his name,

“Trion!”

Savoring her taste, Trion swallowed every drop of her sweetness…

Knowing that he had just done his thing, Trion got up and stood in front of Keona allowing her to seductively undress him. Taking his shirt off revealing his toned body, Keona kissed his chest and stomach, tracing every tattoo with the tip of her tongue. Sliding off his pants and boxers, Keona’s eyes widened with satisfaction. The length of his manhood made her pussy get wet all over again.

Taking him into her mouth, Keona almost gagged as Trion’s length reached the back of her throat. No longer able to take the pleasure, he removed himself from her mouth, before bending her over and penetrating her deep and long. As they both reached their climax, fireworks went off in more ways than one. Shots rang out through the projects so loud that you could feel the pulse of their echo…

As that familiar feeling of unease washed over Trion, he kissed Keona on her forehead, got dressed and was out the door.

Pulling up in front of his apartment building, his heart dropped into his socks as he observed the crowded scene in his front yard. He could already see an over turned shopping cart of cans with a body dressed in tattered dingy clothes lying about three feet from it. Immediately Trion knew that it was Porkchop. Walking closer, the body was visibly in bad shape; he was barely breathing as he fought for every heartbeat.

Kneeling down next to the body, Trion knew that Porkchop wasn’t going to make it, his body had been almost shredded to pieces by an A.R.15.

“Porkchop, what happened Dawg?”

Struggling to breathe, the old man replied.

             “I tried to save her hamburga. They k… killed that boy down yonder, now they… came back for your momma and old Porkchop… I’m sorry hamburga …”

As his body went limp, his voice was forever silenced. Porkchop had finally gone to be with his wife and daughter, somewhere beyond this world.

Alarmed by the mention of his mother, Trion immediately got up and sprinted to the front door of their apartment. Seeing that it had been kicked in, he pulled his 40 cal and carefully entered the apartment. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw, so his knees almost buckled on sight, as his eyes began to release droplets of his burdens.

Blood stains were everywhere as a testament to a physical struggle, and the end result was a half-naked badly beaten body lying in a puddle of blood. Trion had just found his mother with a bullet hole in the middle of her forehead, and her throat slit from ear to ear. The pain was paralyzing. Kneeling down next to his mother’s body, Trion bent down to close her eye lids and say goodbye, but the words wouldn’t come. He wanted to move, but his body wouldn’t cooperate, so he silently did what his mother had done for so many years of her life, he prayed. At the end of his prayer he made her one last promise,

“God may forgive, but I won’t…”

Trion was already a man in the streets, but now he was alone, and revenge was a must…  

CHAPTER 3

THE PLOT

As the pallbearers lowered Evon’s casket into the ground, Trion stood in silence immaculately dressed in black linin Armani, and a pair of black suede Ferragamos.  Evon was one of the few jewels of the projects, a hardworking, loving mother, and dear friend to many. Today the cemetery was packed by those who had come to pay their last respects to a wonderful woman.

After the casket had been lowered into its resting place, Trion sat in his black on black charger with the A.C. on, lost in thought. A knock on his passenger window broke his trance. Looking up, Trion saw his two closest soldiers and younger cousins, Carlos and Smoke. Carlos was the laid back pretty boy type, while on the other hand; Smoke was a shooter. Although they both had their own identity, they both loved and were only loyal to The Family, and were trained to go.

Carlos tapped on the window again irritated.

“Say dawg open this motherfucken door, it’s hot out here my nigga!”

Gaining access, Carlos and Smoke got in and closed the door. Smoke was the first to speak,

“what’s the business dawg? I know that you’re going through it and shit, but I’m ready to wet them pussy ass niggas for auntie.”

Hearing Smoke speak the same thing that was on his mind, Carlos agreed;

              “yeah dawg what’s the move?”

              At only nineteen and twenty, Smoke and Los were both respected and feared in the streets of Tampa for a reason, and now they were ready to turn the heat up another notch.

Slowly Trion lit a Black & Mild while deeply in thought remembering the words on this type of matter that his mentor had given him. Jago once told him,

              “Youth power is only an illusion; any mon can be overcome. Even a pawn can capture a king, all you need is patience and de right strategy …”

Slipping out of his trance, Trion responded to his cousins’ inquiry,

“emotions aint got no room in war dawg. When we push these pawns, every move has to count. Fuck just capturing the king, I want to crumble his whole court.”           

With that said, they were now on their way to the family house in Ponce de Leon to meet up with the rest of the family.

Pulling up to the house, it looked like everybody from the surrounding projects had shown up to pay their respects to the family. Exhausted and hungry from the pressure that the day had brought, Carlos and Smoke went inside to raid their grandma’s pots. Trion on the other hand, reclined his seat and closed his eyes to clear his mind; not at all anxious to meet ghetto paparazzi standing in the front yard.

Moments later, hearing a gentle knock on his driver’s side window, Trion opened his eyes to see a beautiful face that he hadn’t seen since he was a kid and his heart dropped. Casually checking himself so he wouldn’t seem thirsty, he opened his eyes lazily raising his eyebrows to show his surprise. Coolly stepping out of his car into the open arms and warm smile of his ride or die chick, Trion embraced Tasha.

Tasha was a sexy Trina looking chick with the attitude to match, except when it came to Trion. She was a thick chocolate specimen that stood at about five foot five, and every inch of her demanded attention. As she squeezed him hard enough to drain the life out of him, Trion couldn’t help but to think back to when they were kids…

Tasha and her junkie mother Cynthia lived next door to him when she was about eight. Trion was about two years older than her, but that didn’t stop her from having a crush on him. When her mother failed to come home and feed her, he made sure she ate, and made sure she didn’t want for anything. One day Defax came and took Tasha away. As it turned out, Cynthia had been trading Tasha’s young body for payments to get high, the thought alone still troubled Trion’s spirit.

`Stepping back, all he could do was smile and shake his head. Tasha had turned out to be every bit as sexy as he thought she would be. Unable to hide her smile, Tasha beamed as he spoke.

              “Damn Tata, I see time has been good to you huh lil momma?”

Appreciating the compliment, she gave him one of her own,

“Boy you’re crazy. I see you haven’t done too bad yourself ...”

After sharing a laugh, she noticed a cloud come over his eyes, and instantly she knew something was wrong.           

“What’s on your mind Trion? And don’t lie, because I see it all over your face.”

Trion thought about lying anyway, but he knew that she wouldn’t let it go so he told the truth.

“You know that Jamaican nigga Zion?”

Tasha nodded

“Yes.”

“Well I know that nigga is the one that put the hit on my mom. She saw the dreads that killed that boy in the projects the other night. Tasha when I find that nigga, he gone die, and I’m gone dismember his whole team.”

Understanding his pain, and the road that lies ahead, Tasha spoke slowly.

“If you want to do this I can help. Sometimes I highlight at a strip club in St. Petersburg. I’ve seen him a few times in the V.I.P, he always gives me personal invitations and tips big when I get there. From what I’ve heard, he has a big condo on the harbor. I can help you find it…”

Knowing the danger, Trion started to decline the offer, but he could see in her eyes that it was a done deal,

“okay here’s my number, call me tonight.”

Hugging her one last time, Trion turned and walked into the house to greet the rest of the family. Painstakingly, he forced a smile onto his face, but in his heart he knew the storm that was cooking would bring a lot of casualties before it was over. Bodies were going to drop, but when the smoke cleared he would have his revenge…

Meanwhile, standing in his plush half of a million-dollar condo, Zion gazed out of his picturesque living room window overlooking the harbor as he watched the sailboats go by. Snapping out of his trance, he turned just in time to see his six-year-old twin son and daughter Fya and Fahara running towards him.

“Poppa, poppa, momma just pulled up outside”

Fahara screamed in an excited tone. Opening the front door Tonya, Zion’s Cubin baby momma was attacked by the twins showering her with a million kisses.

As Zion observed the exchange, he and Tonya locked eyes. He couldn’t help loving the beautiful Cuban model that had given birth to his children. But deep inside he knew that she deserved a better life than he had to offer her. Life was great from the outside looking in, but after all, everything had its price.

After Tonya and the kids pulled off, Zion’s phone began to ring.

“… YOSH…”

As Tecko spoke into the phone, Zion listened.   

“Boss everyting has been taken care of in West Tampa. All de loose ends are tied up.  Tonight we celebrate. I’ll pick you up at eleven, we’re going to Club Ecstasy.”

After a short conversation, Zion hung up and laid back with a smile on his face. Over the last two years he had become the main distributer of cocaine for central Florida. At this point the money and the life was great, after all, who said crime don’t pay?

Tossing and turning as he slept in his new loft in North Tampa, Trion was abruptly awakened by the sound of someone repeatedly pressing his door bell. Feeling grouchy, he finally broke free from his slumber;         

“man who the fuck is this?”

Seeing that it was Tasha, Trion opened the front door, but all he could do was marvel at the sexy specimen that stood before him.…