Teflon Mafia (5 page)

Mallory’s family is veterans in the game so she didn’t mind Messiah having his share of the cake because she just seen so much more in him. They spent so much time together within a year they labeled themselves lovers, she had even introduced him to her parents. Mallory started to have thoughts about moving into Messiah’s apartment with him because she spent most of her time there anyway. Messiah was only living life and taking it as it was given to him, he didn’t have a care in the world besides being caught up in the streets. Of course he had his little playthings away from home because with the dope came hoes by the dozen. Messiah couldn’t complain about his life and how far he’d come, this was his prime years. He was just getting in the groove of things; the fast money, a bad bitch, and an apartment drove him wild.

One night Messiah came home from a long day of hustling on the block to find Mallory sitting on the new sofa set he purchased. The look on her face let him know she was mad about something and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know. Mallory would get in her rich girl moods when things didn’t go her way and Messiah wasn’t feeling that vibe. “How long you been fucking with the bitch that wears this shit?” Mallory said holding up a silk red thong. Messiah was taken aback by her question and did a double take, he remembered just who those pretty motherfuckers belonged to.

“They don’t belong to you?” Messiah asked. Mallory looked at him with eyes that would kill if they could.

“Are you serious? No, they are not mine!” She shouted and stood up. “When I heard you was fucking around on me I should have left your ass, but noooo I wanted to stick around and I’m glad I did though. Maybe I wouldn’t have found out for myself.” Mallory spat.

Messiah waited for her rant to be over because he didn’t want to expand the argument. Mallory seen she wasn’t getting a response from him so she stomped to his bedroom and grabbed her purse. “I hope you like how I designed your clothes.” She said heading for the door.

Messiah’s attention was now on her when she said clothes he went into his room and checked his closet…empty. He immediately grew furious with the way this situation was turning out and went outside to find Mallory, but her car was gone. Messiah went back inside and took notice of the funny smell and on instinct he went in the bathroom to find his clothes cut up and in a tub full of bleach.

“BITCH!” He screamed, and then let the water out of the tub. Messiah checked his drawers and discovered she destroyed all of his clothes. Furious, Messiah grabbed the gun he kept under the mattress and stormed out the door. He was heading for Mallory’s dorm not giving a fuck that it was afterhours., He didn’t give a fuck about Mallory nor did he give a lovely fuck about their relationship. She went too far! She could have left him alone for good than fuck with his clothes being it was all he had and he’d hustled hard to get every piece. It would have been even better if she fucked over the shit she bought him, but she chose the evil route. When Messiah reached her apartment he was hell bent on getting to her and like a dummy she opened.

Mallory expected to be greeted with puppy dog eyes and apologies, but got a smack down instead. Shocked was an understatement at this point, Messiah closed the door and dragged Mallory by her hair and then threw her on the couch. “Bitch, I’m gon’ say this shit one time and one time only!” he said. “Don’t ever put your fucking hands on nothing that belong to me ever again!” Mallory shook her head up and down scared of what he would do next. Messiah smacked her upside her head, not hard, but enough to make her listen. “Stay out my fucking way, don’t call me for shit else!” He said looking her directly in her eyes. Messiah knew his grandmother would stomp a Mississippi mud hole in him if she knew he hit a woman. This was the first time he had to result to using his hands with a woman and if a woman made him this angry, he didn’t need her. Messiah kept that in mind as he left
 
her apartment. He didn’t care that she had a father who would kill him, but he knew Mallory would think next time. A month straight Mallory blew Messiah’s phone up for a second chance and just like that the tables were turned, but Messiah was too wired up off the bitch in the red thong to give Mallory a thought.

Messiah remembered the end of Mallory just like yesterday because it was a brand new beginning for his down bitch Tiffany. He knew right off bat the amount Teflon Mafia was being paid for this job there definitely had to be a flaw. “How you been doing?” she asked.

“I’ve been great!” he replied. “So what’s the deal with you needing to meet again?” he asked. If he was about to make some of this money he needed things to go professional. Whatever slick shit Mallory had planned would be out the window.

“Oh… there is a slight change of plans with Binx. He’s gotten a tip about the tag on his head sooooooo he’s pretty guarded,” Mallory stated. “I told Tiffany that I wanted this done in three days before my father get home, BUT…” She stopped. “It won’t happen like that because Binx knows we coming for him. So I upped the price on this contract from one million adding two hundred thousand to that.” Messiah was all ears and Mallory seen the hunger in his eyes for the meal ticket.

“What needs to be changed to get it done?” Messiah asked.

“I can get Tiffany into his house and you two can work out a plan from there.”

“How can you do that?” Messiah asked.

“Binx slipped up inquiring a cleaning service to clean his house and I managed to get Tiffany the job. Her name on the application is Sonya Williams. The lady said Sonya can start tomorrow morning at nine for training,” Mallory explained. Messiah took everything in while she rambled on, but the main thing he wasn’t feeling was Tiffany going into the man’s home.

“Cool, I’ll let her know that and we’ll be in touch.” Messiah said and then stood to his feet.

“Wait before you go, I just want to apologize for what happened between us,” she said.

“I apologize for even going wild on you like I did.” Messiah said. He knew he had to apologize for what he did because it was his fault. Most importantly he didn’t need Mallory doing any snake shit behind his back and after this job was done, it would be over.

“We good Babe I’m just happy I got to see you and tell you.” Mallory said walking Messiah to the door. “I guess I’ll hear from Tiffany next go round right?” she asked.

“Right!” He replied.

“Alright and make sure you guys be great.”

“We untouchable when it comes to laying shit to rest,” Messiah stated, proud of his imprint. Mallory smiled hard. She was feeling his persona, he was looking good and smelling good and that always did turn her on with him. She felt herself getting moist thinking about how he would make her tap out every time they use to have sex.

“I definitely feel that.” Mallory said licking her lips. Messiah waved her off and got into his car, he couldn’t front any longer Mallory had grown into her figure damn well. Looking at her brought back memories of how they use to be together up until the red thong appeared. Messiah cranked the ride up and then pulled off from in front of the house knowing better than to tell Tiffany his and Mallory’s history. Messiah drove home not allowing his thoughts to be spoiled with negativity of Mallory.
 
He hoped this job would go as smooth as the others.

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Tiffany finally got out the bed not feeling too bad but at the same time she still wasn’t feeling too good. Last night she slipped up and had a drink with a client and that’s a number one no-no in the Teflon Mafia handbook. She went in the kitchen to fix a helping of chicken noodle soup to put something on her stomach. Tiffany stirred the soup around in the pot and added some cayenne pepper to it and then poured it in a bowl. She let the bowl cool off on the counter. Tiffany didn’t want to admit that she was off her game and if she didn’t like anything, it was being off. She sat down on the couch, she was semi ready to hit the streets and check out this Binx dude.

The front door opened and Messiah walked in, Tiffany was speechless watching her man come and sit next to her. He placed a kiss on her cheek and rubbed her exposed thighs. “What did she want?” Tiffany asked. Messiah explained to Tiffany what Mallory concocted up for them and Tiffany liked the sound of it. It was different, and she loved different when it came to working.

“When you go in there you check for everything. I’m trying to get this shit over with as quickly as possible,” Messiah said. Tiffany shook her head Messiah hated for her to be in the presence of the men they were subject to murk.

“Well we have prepping to do then.” Tiffany said putting the bowl on the coffee table. Messiah caressed Tiffany’s beautiful thighs and again she giggled like a schoolgirl. Every time he touched her like that he wanted some sex and Tiffany knew she should have been resisting, but with Messiah looking and smelling good enough to eat, it was on. Tiffany spread her legs wider, she was still horny and her juice box was ready.

“Let me see that pretty pussy.” Messiah ordered, and
 
then got down on his knees. “You ready to cum for daddy?” he asked. Tiffany shook her head and spread her legs further apart. Messiah opened her pussy lips and with his mouth hanging open he went in on a mission to hear her ooh and aah. Tiffany couldn’t resist the urge to grab his dreads while he feasted out on her pussy like the savage he was. The feel of Messiah’s tongue over her clit drove her to heights she was scared to climb, but she held on awaiting the climax. Messiah’s head moved like a slow love song while pleasuring her, it was like he knew she was about to cum because he would stop and start a different routine. Tiffany was aroused something serious. She grinded her hip, meeting the rhythm of his tongue while it made love to her vagina like it was going out of style. Messiah was taking her body to a whole different level and she intently watched him as he drove her over the edge when he looked up at her with his bedroom eyes. Tiffany’s eyes fluttered like butterfly wings.

“Siah…aah.” She let out through dry lips. Messiah sucked hard on her clit then used his tongue to go inside of her several times until his mouth was filled with her sweet juices. Tiffany grinded and bucked until she had nothing else to give. Messiah cleaned up his mess and came up with a smile. Tiffany licked her lips and swallowed spit trying to shake back.

Messiah went to the bedroom to make sure their duffle bag was stocked with everything they would need. When it was time to hit he wanted to be prepared for it and finesse it like only Teflon Mafia could.

Tiffany finally stumbled in the room and saw he was getting shit straight. She reached under the bed, pulled the two briefcases out, and popped them open. She checked her beautiful Desert Eagle and made sure that every clip was full. She pulled her customized knife set out and began sharpening each one. She caught a glimpse of Messiah rinsing out a brand new spray bottle to put bleach in, she shook her head at him and smiled. “Why you shaking your damn head?” Messiah asked.

“You and that damn bleach!” She said.

“No evidence, no case,” Messiah stated.

“That why Teflon Mafia is untouchable babe.” Tiffany loved that her man was smart as well as fine.

“As long as you with me, you will never be caught dirty I got you,” Messiah promised.

“I know you do and nothing but death will tear us apart,” Tiffany assured him.

Chapter Five

The money that Mallory gave Messiah was bugged, it couldn’t pick up their location for some reason but it allowed her to hear everything they said or did. As long as they never spent the bill that was a hearing device. She listened to them and had become weak when she heard Messiah pleasing Tiffany so well. He used to please her, but it was something different about the way Tiffany moaned that let Mallory know that she didn’t get the best that he had to offer.