Bankroll Squad (11 page)

“Cat, let’s go!”

Malcolm and Catfish ran towards the door when they heard Luther tell a guy named Mike to watch Tracy and keep the house intact. All three of them jumped in the Escalade and sped off.

“Fuuuuuuuuuccckk!” Catfish screamed as he bent around the corner speeding after the vehicle.
He slammed his clip in his .45 and screamed out again as the thought of his wife being kidnapped ran through his mind.
“I’ma’ kill that bastard! That’s my word Malcolm, I promise! Sweetback is as good as dead!” Catfish said, but seeing that he wasn’t going to catch up with the Monte Carlo, he decided to bust a left and drive to the heart of the ghetto.
He was headed to Sweetback’s soul food restaurant. Under normal circumstances, Malcolm would have objected to attacking a place that held so many innocent bystanders, but today was not a normal day. As soon as they got within eye sight of the eatery, Catfish rolled all the windows down, and Luther hung out the back window with a loaded AK and let loose. Malcolm stuck his machine gun out of his window and let loose, Luther and Malcolm shot up the restaurant, shattering all the glass and causing everyone to duck for cover. Malcolm aimed his .45 at the big, bright neon sign that said “SWEET’S” and put a hole in every letter, causing the sign to come crashing against the cement. As Catfish sped from the scene, Malcolm’s phone lit up again. It was Jennifer. He hit connect, but he couldn’t hear her over Catfish’s ranting.
“Cat ... Catfish! Hold the volume down for
one
second, let me take this call. Whassup Jennifer Powers!? What the
fuck
is wrong with you?” Malcolm screamed into the phone.
“Fuck is wrong with me? The fuck is wrong with you? Out all fucking evening yesterday with your little whore? Is that what happened? Is that why you had your phone turned off?” Jennifer shot back with an attitude.
“No Jen ... I was at the hospital with Kyla, she-”
“For what? Is that bitch pregnant? Fuck this, it’s over with me and you Malcolm!”
There was a silence on the phone as both of them registered the effects of that statement.
“Jen, you got the nerve to divorce me over some petty shit like that?”
“Malcolm, this is far from petty. Our relationship has been going downhill for the past three months,” Jennifer said while starting to cry,
“I know you dream about that Kyla chick, because I hear you calling her name in the middle of the night. I know it’s her you want. Your mind says Jennifer, but your heart and soul screams her name!”
Jennifer’s voice was trembling so bad that she could barely finish.
“I’ve already packed up and moved out Malcolm. Good luck.
Criminal.
”
They got back around to Trapquarters and dropped Luther off. They told him that they would take Tracy with them, Malcolm had a strategy that he was about to implement. Luther escorted her back to the Escalade and dapped up Catfish and Malcolm.
“Aye Luther,” Malcolm said, “Program my cell number into your phone, I’m proud of you young nigga’. I want you to call my phone direct if you have any problems. Also, in a few hours the coke will be here, so hold tight and tell everyone else to do the same.”
This meant a lot to the young guy, for the big man himself to reassure him that he was doing a good job. He took Malcolm’s number and went back into Trapquarters with his head held high. Before Catfish could pull off, Malcolm got into the backseat of the Escalade with Tracy. He took the duct tape from over her mouth and untied her wrists. Her eyes were bloodshot red and the rope was so tight that her wrists were bruised. Malcolm felt sorry that she had to be a prisoner of war, and felt even worse for Catfish. Catfish’s other half was in the same exact predicament. He simply hoped and prayed that she would remain okay until they got a chance to rescue her.
“Will you p-p-p ... please ... just kill me?” Tracy asked Malcolm in a hoarse voice.
Malcolm stared at the woman, who happened to be very attractive.
“No, I will not kill you Tracy. You’ve done nothing to harm me. I just wanted to know if you were hungry.”
When he showed concern and common courtesy, her eyes lit up like christmas lights.
“Yes! Please sir, I am both hungry and thirsty. Please sir!” She pleaded, almost on the verge of begging.
Malcolm placed his hand on the back of her hand gently, and looked into her eyes. Her window to the soul revealed both fear and surprise.
“Everything’s going to be fine Tracy. Just relax.. I know this is a very difficult situation for you. I apologize for the inconvenience. And ... From now on, don’t call me sir, call me Malcolm.”
Catfish shot a glance at Malcolm in the rear view mirror and shook his head. He knew that Malcolm could play mind games like no other.

twelve

F

ranco Roberto would not accept a substitute for Kyla. He had lived in the United States for five years before the FBI indicted him. The charges

were heavy and his penalty was more than likely going to be life in federal prison. His extremely high paid team of lawyers were able to get him a million dollar bond. Before trial, they tried to get him to settle for a 30 year plea deal. He told them to let him think about it and he would get back to them later. At midnight, right before the deadline for him to choose between the plea deal and the trial, he became a United States fugitive. He went back to Columbia and only trusted a select few people. Pam was certainly not one of them. As soon as he saw her and Brink on his security monitor, he immediately thought that she was a backboneless gold digger. He felt like if the FBI pressured her enough, she would definitely lead them directly to his whereabouts. He decided that the best thing for him to do was to never let her see him. He’d only do business with either Kyla or Malcolm, but he had long since stopped Malcolm from taking those trips. Franco figured that the feds would waste no time investigating a black man who took frequent flights to Columbia, but wouldn’t press so hard on a low-key Puerto Rican who could pass for Columbian. But this chick ... this woman ... she was absolutely too flashy.

She drew way too much attention to herself for this line of work. Pam stood at the gate, impatiently twirling her hair around her finger. She buzzed the intercom alert for the tenth time. Finally, a voice came through the speakerphone.

“May I help you?” The voice spoke, in broken English.
Pam then cleared her throat, and tried to sound as professional as possible. The whiteness in her genes was more than obvious in her vocal accent.
“Yes, Malcolm sent me to see Franco Roberto...”
Silence decorated the atmosphere. Pam hit the buzzer three more times before the broken English speared its way through the speakers again.
“Are you Kyla?” The voice said.
“No, I’m Pam. I’m a part of the Bankroll-”
The voice then cut her off.
“I’m sorry. I know nothing about a Bankroll, and furthermore, there is no Franco anybody residing at this residence.”
Brink then rolled his eyes because he’d been taking this same trip for years and hearing that same voice forever.
“Come on man, she’s good people,” Brink added in.
“Is this the fuckin’
pilot
speaking to me? Listen close knucklehead ... take your saddity looking broad and go back where you came from. I don’t even like
sugar
substitute, much less a Kyla substitute. Be gone!”
The intercom beeped off and Pam was about to buzz it again but Brink stopped her arm in mid-air. A look of frustration and defeat eclipsed her face and her skin was red. She scowled at Brink with eyes that could kill.
“Brink, you
know
I gotta’ make this work! Malcolm
told
me not to let him down!”
She started wrestling with Brink’s grip, trying her best to free her arms, but to no avail. Brink went ahead and put her in a bear hug so that she couldn’t move.
“Pam, listen! It’s not going to work, so we need to leave before we get ourselves killed out here. Look around, don’t you see what’s on the roof?”
When Pam looked at the roof, all of her determination leaked out of her and was replaced by a mixture of anger and terror. Anger because she felt like everyone favored Kyla over her. As if Kyla was a fuckin’ Queen or something. Terror because gunmen were aiming at them from all angles, just waiting on them to try something funny. Finally defeated, they returned to their friend’s house where they had landed the jet.
“Brink, why can’t Malcolm just give that loser a call and tell him that I’m substituting for Kyla?”
“Malcolm and Franco never talk on the phone, it’s way to risky for the both of them. I’m sure that Malcolm will understand the situation so try not to stress over it too much.”
“But I wanted to prove myself to him! I wanted him to know that I could be the Bonnie to his Clyde!”
Brink realized that he was no longer hearing determination in her voice. He was listening to emotions. Emotions left room for mistakes. He shook his head and went to go refuel the jet.

$ $ $ $ $

Sweetback was far from pleased when he found out that Malcolm and Catfish had shot up his restaurant. His eatery was not only his hangout spot; it was also his pride and joy. He had saved quite a bit of money up from his hit man work in order to build a legal establishment that his son could be proud of one day. His heart fell to the ground when he saw his soul food restaurant shot up and reduced damn near to debris. He was unable to secure any type of insurance on the place simply because it was located in a drug infested area. It was located in the heart of the ghetto, but the food was so good that it attracted business from all over the city. Now it was gone. The only good thing about it was that none of the customers got hurt. That, he was very thankful for. The police arrived at the scene while he was calculating the damages. Bone, Sweetback’s right hand man, peeped the cops and pulled off in the Ford 1500 while Sweetback handled his business. He wanted to stick around, but he couldn’t because he still had Tricia held hostage in the vehicle. Plus the truck was loaded with guns. He certainly wasn’t trying to go out like that. When the police finished up with their questioning of Sweetback, Sweetback called Bone and told him to come back around and pick him up.

“What they talkin’ bout’ Sweet?” Sweetback sighed and looked into the extended cab at his potential kidnapping charge.

“Man, them crackers talkin’ about they’re going to position two police officers outside of my house for the next ten days! I told them that it wasn’t needed but they insisted because they think that this shooting was an attempt on my life. Mann ... Bone, we’re going to have to end this bullshit with Malcolm and them. I can’t afford to have the police watching me while I’m keeping this bitch hostage. Besides ... when me you, and Waller rode by Trapquarters, Waller didn’t fire one single shot. You were driving so that’s explainable, but Waller ... it was his fuckin’ idea and he just sat in the back watching me shoot. Sometimes I don’t believe that he’s really my little brother when he does shit like that. The man had his mouth sewed shut because he couldn’t keep it closed, and here we are fighting a war and risking our lives and possessions for him. He’s a grown man now. It’s time for him to man-up. I’m going to have to let him fend for his self.”

Tricia was happy to hear that they were going to let her go, but she was haunted by the fact that these two heartless men killed her best friend in front of her. They literally blew her brains out of her skull and were acting like if they let her go, everything would be okay.
Fuck that,
she thought. She would avenge her friends death by any means. She sat in the extended cab, gagged and bound, thinking about how she was going to pull it off.

$ $ $ $ $

Malcolm took Tracy to his private quarters, and fed her a healthy sized T-Bone steak, eggs, toast, and orange juice. He apologized again for the situation, and she told him not to worry about it. She was amazed at the size of his house and shocked by his hospitality. She didn’t even get this type of treatment in a real relationship. When she finished eating, he asked her if she would like something additional to eat. After she declined, he went into his bathroom to fill up the Jacuzzi for her to have a nice relaxing time after all she’d been through. The Jacuzzi was purchased in China and had a state of the art, oscillating water distribution system. The water spins around and back around, giving whomever was in it a satisfying body massage without the need of a masseuse. Tracy got into the contraption and was on the brink of an orgasm within two minutes. It was feeling to good to her at first, so she climbed out and started drying the water off of her body. However, she didn’t want to leave out of the bathroom hot and horny and have no way of fixing her dilemma. She threw the towel onto the floor and climbed back into the tub. The water twisted and tickled against her nipples, vagina, and clitoris simultaneously, pushing her deeper and deeper into the valleys of ecstasy. Her pussy started contracting and convulsing involuntarily as an orgasm rippled through her body, causing her to moan and squirm in the exotic Jacuzzi. After the first orgasm, another one immediately proceeded to develop afterwards. She came again, afterwards she jumped out of the tub and grabbed the towel. Her knees were wobbling and her body was weak, but her pussy was soaking wet. Malcolm had given her a gray sports bra and some gray cotton boy shorts that fit her voluptuous body like biking shorts. The attire came out of Jennifer’s closet and had never been worn. Jen’s ass was 36 inches around, but Tracy’s was 38 inches. Tracy came out of the bathroom and sat on the waterbed. When Malcolm entered the room, she had her legs spread, rubbing lotion onto her skin. He saw that but he couldn’t avoid spotting the huge wet spot in her vagina area. Her pussy cream was leaking through her panties.

“I’m sorry,” Malcolm said, as he turned to exit the room.
“Wait,” Tracy’s voice called out, “it’s okay, I need your help anyway...”
A look of surprise framed Malcolm’s facial features as he stood still without moving. She held up the bottle of Lubriderm lotion.
“Can you rub this onto my back please?”
Malcolm hesitated for a minute, and just kept staring at her. Finally he broke out of the trance and made his way over to the bed. He grabbed the lotion bottle and she turned over and laid on her stomach. When Malcolm saw her beautiful body from the rear, his dick immediately got rock hard. He pulled up her sports bra and she grabbed it and pulled it all the way off. He kept staring at her wet pussy print as he massaged her lower back in a circular motion. When he heard her moan in ecstasy, he felt like he
had
to try her. He tugged at the band of the extra tight boy shorts and she lifted her waist up so that he could pull them all the way off. He unbuckled his belt and slid down his Donald Trump slacks. Malcolm was sporting a revolutionary erection and was positioning his manhood at a downward angle so that he could enter. He planned to take his time, but Tracy had other plans. She reached behind her and wrapped her petite hands around Malcolm’s thick manhood. She was amazed at how thick it was and nervous when she stroked her hand down it’s length. It was longer and thicker than any dick she’d ever taken, but as wet as her pussy was, she knew she would be able to take it. Malcolm moved her hand out of the way and placed his thick piece of meat at her wet, warm entrance. He parted her pussy lips with his left hand and slid half of his shaft inside of her with his right hand.
“Ooooohhh,” she moaned as she fell face forward to the pillow, running away from his dick.
As soon as she hit the bed, Malcolm straddled her by sitting on the back of her upper thighs. His dick was already dripping wet from her pussy cream, so he used it as an additional lubricant and slid his dick all the way inside of her. Her fingernails dug into the sheet and her teeth sank into the pillow. Her pussy was sloppy wet as Malcolm continued to slide in and out. Every time she tried to squirm away, he would go harder into her. His long, thick strokes were causing her to scream out into the pillow. Although the sounds were muffled, they were still audible throughout the room.
“Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-oooh-ah-ah-ah-shit-ahahdamnah-ah-ah- this dick is gooood-ah-ah-ah.”
The only other sound was her pussy farting as she came all over his thick dick. The farting noises were constantly happening every time he slid his dick all the way back into her sloppy wet pussy. Pussy cream had splattered out of her as he fucked her and had created a big, dark wet circle underneath her on the champagne colored sheets. After she came for the fourth time, Malcolm pulled out of her convulsing body and went to go wash off. As she lay there thinking, she
knew
that that dick was all she would want for a long time to come.