Crackhead II: A Novel (10 page)

“Is she here?” the officer asked again, in an attempt to look past Sonny.

“Look, officer, no disrespect,” Sonny said, “but I’m not going to let you see her or talk to her until you tell me what you want.” Sonny knew it was pointless to argue with the officer, so he tried his best to cooperate without coming across as defensive.

“I’ll come back later,” the rookie officer said, despondent. He knew something was up and hoped that getting answers wouldn’t be a problem. It was Friday evening, and he was afraid this would be the start of a long-ass night.

“Officer,” Sonny spoke before the officer got to the second step on the porch, “my niece has gone through a lot in the last few months. If something is wrong, I’d like to know.” He extended his hand in a formal introduction. “I’m Sonny Johnson and whatever’s happening, I’d want to be the one to tell her instead of you. She doesn’t need any stress added to her life.”

Officer Jones stopped and looked at Sonny. He handed him the envelope he was carrying. Sonny stepped outside on the porch and closed the door slightly in case Margaret came looking for him. He would rather he handle this than his sister-in-law. Sonny opened the envelope and looked inside. He saw pictures of five girls, one of whom was Laci.

“Do you know these girls?” the officer asked.

“Just my niece,” Sonny spoke after looking at the picture, “but
these have to be those little bitches who—” Sonny stopped talking, realizing his anger was getting the best of him.

“Who what?” the officer asked.

Sonny looked at the officer. “Nothing. What do you want to know about my niece?”

“I’m curious how she knew these girls and if she knew anything about who may have set up Crystal Moore. That’s the girl right here.” He pointed to Crystal’s picture.

“What happened to her?”

“I really can’t go into details because I’d like to question your niece, sir. But if you would,” he reached into the breast pocket of his uniform shirt and pulled out a business card, “could you have her call me? My number’s right there.”

Sonny took the card. “Is my niece in any type of trouble?” he asked.

“Honestly sir, it’s too soon to tell. Her name came up and we need to question her about her involvement with these girls and see if she can tell us anything about the incident involving Crystal Moore.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Sonny told the cop, “but I can’t promise you anything.”

“Well, as long as you try, that’s all I can ask; but if you can’t, then we’ll have to put a search warrant out on her.”

“A search warrant?”

“I’m sorry, but yes. It’d be so much easier if she came to us.” The officer was truthful but respectful. He didn’t want to cause any trouble. He had a feeling that the sex tape, Crystal’s death, and Laci’s connection with the South Bronx Bitches had to be related in some way. But how?

A
FTER THEIR TALK
, Drake and Smurf returned to the other guys, who now had the full attention of some skeezers. Drake and Smurf’s eyes widened in shock at the skanky girls. Obviously, Lil’ Rob and Chunky had awful taste in women.

“I thought that was you,” a girl whined to Drake. It was his first baby mama, Tanisha.

“Oh, hey . . . wassup, T.”

“Wassup?” she said in true ghetto-girl fashion. “That’s all you gotta say to me, ‘wassup’?” She stood in front of him, put her hands on her hips, and cocked her head to the side.

“It’s kinda late,” he told her. “Why ain’t you at home with my son?” Drake couldn’t stand Tanisha and didn’t have much to say to her. She was a neighborhood ho and the word on the street was she’d trapped him with a baby because she wanted one with good hair.

“Shit, nigga, why ain’t you home with me and yo’ son?” she shot back. “Knock a bitch up, then you move on to the next dumb bitch.” She rolled her eyes and looked at Drake as if to say
now what, nigga?

Smurf and Drake exchanged glances.

“I’ma let you handle yo’ family business.” Smurf patted him on the back, shook his head, smirked, and walked away.

Just as Smurf began to play a game of Donkey Kong, a sweet voice startled him.

“Hey, Smurf.”

The smell of PRIMO caught Smurf’s senses, and before he could turn around, he knew who it was. LaQuan. She stood about 5′5″, had dark, smooth skin, and wore a short, tapered haircut. She wore a pair of l.e.i. jeans with leather on the front, with black leather riding boots and a red silk blouse. She also wore multiple dolphin earrings that dangled from her ears. She shifted from foot to foot because this was her first time approaching Smurf and she was nervous, even though she’d heard he wanted to get up on her.

Smurf had wanted to get at her for a while, but business came first. “Hey Quannie, what you up to?”

She smiled at Smurf, glad to hear that he called her Quannie. She’d heard that he referred to her like that from around the way but wanted to hear it for herself.

“Just hangin’ out with my homegirls.” She looked around, spotted her clique, and pointed to them. “I was hopin’ to run into you.”

“Yeah, me too,” he told her, looking up and down at her body.

LaQuan looked at Smurf innocently and smiled. Along with Smurf’s reputation of being a ruthless killer, he was also known as someone who could lay some good pipe. Many chicks chased him and some got what they wanted. Even though young Smurf was only seventeen, he went from not being able to get pussy to having to choose carefully which ho to get it from. If a ho came
to him wanting to give him some, he figured something was up, and that could mean the beginning of the end for him, just like in Dame’s case.

Smurf pulled nothing but top-notch hoes. They looked good on his arm, but these were the same women who had their hands extended, and always wanted something.

Smurf didn’t mind doing shit for females he liked, but he started getting tired of them always saying “gimme” followed by an expectation. The only bitch he would trick for would be his momma and with the way she was rolling, those times were few and far between.

LaQuan stuck close by Smurf for the rest of the night, cheering him on and bumping into him at the most convenient times, brushing her small, firm breasts against him or pushing her pussy against his hip. LaQuan looked innocent, but Smurf knew many niggas who slid up in her. It was his turn now.

An announcement came over the loudspeakers that the arcade would close in five minutes. Smurf looked at his watch. It was one o’clock in the morning. He finished up his game and turned to LaQuan.

“Wassup for tonight? You burnin’ out with your girls?” Smurf asked.

“I’m try’na see what you ’bout to get into,” she told him. “I really liked how you handled that joystick,” she flirted.

It was late, and Smurf had something else on his mind. “You think you can handle my joystick?” he countered.

LaQuan smiled. “Take me home and you’ll see how I play the game.” She got closer to him and he placed his hands on her small waist. “Let’s see how well you take the curves.”

Smurf half grinned and pushed up against her so she could feel what he was working with.

LaQuan’s eyes sparked with delight when she felt his thick dick press against her thigh. “Let’s go.”

Smurf drove LaQuan back to her house. After they got out of the car, he walked directly behind her, not once taking his hands off her hips as they walked up onto her front porch. LaQuan paused before unlocking her door.

“Hey, go over there,” she whispered and pointed to the gangway. “My room is the last window. I’ll let you in.”

Smurf looked at her as if she were crazy, but then he remembered she was just fifteen and probably couldn’t have dudes walking through the house in the middle of the night. Only because he had to get his nut out, he agreed to do the Spiderman crawl.

Within a few minutes, LaQuan slowly and quietly raised her bedroom window and Smurf expertly climbed in. He looked around and saw posters of LL Cool J and UTFO.

“Instead of looking at those,” she pointed to her wall, “why don’t you look at these,” she teased, modeling her simple white cotton panties and bra. Smurf pulled LaQuan toward him and roughly kissed her on the lips. LaQuan let him kiss her like that for a minute, and then she backed away. She turned on a small strobe light on her dresser, then flicked off her bedroom light. The rapidly flashing colorful lights flickered while she lay on her bed and watched him.

Quickly, Smurf pulled his shirt over his head and retrieved his gun before he got out of his pants. LaQuan smiled when she saw the erection that filled his underwear.

“Shh . . .” she said when she heard his car keys jingle in his pocket. He quietly draped his pants over her chair.

Just as the rumor around town had it, Smurf didn’t lay his gun down when he fucked. Although that turned a lot of girls on,
it was a promise that he made to himself when he got his first piece—never get caught without it.

Grabbing his piece, Smurf got into LaQuan’s squeaky twin bed next to her.

“Don’t make too much noise,” she told him, “because my grandmama might wake up.”

This was the reason Smurf messed with older girls. Most of them had their own places, so their moms or grandmoms wouldn’t be home babysitting them.

LaQuan pulled off her bra and slipped out of her panties. “I wanna see your thang,” she told Smurf.

“That all you wanna do is see it?” he whispered in a teasing tone. “I want you to do more than that.”

He took his underwear off and held the length of his dick in his hand.

“You like what you see?”

“Oh yeah,” LaQuan told him, “that thang is thick. Let’s get this shit started.”

She lay back and Smurf rolled on top of her. He put his lips on hers, tasting her warm kisses, teasing her with his tongue. He tilted his head down to her neck. He gently traced an “O” and lightly sucked, exciting them both at the same time.

Smurf’s hands found LaQuan’s breasts and he began to softly squeeze. He then replaced his hands with his mouth, sucking on her firm nipples. LaQuan let out a suppressed grunt as she groped the back of Smurf’s head while he sucked on every inch of her breasts.

Smurf then slipped his hand down to LaQuan’s pussy, and caressed it.

“That feels so good,” she whispered in Smurf’s ear. His lips found his way to the side of her neck. LaQuan began grinding
her pussy against Smurf’s touch. “Put yo’ thang in,” she ordered.

Smurf took his hand away from her pussy and got on his knees in between her legs. In his left hand, he held his gun and placed it on her chest. With his right, he grabbed his rock-hard dick and began sliding it up and down LaQuan’s slippery slit. He found the small opening he had been waiting to get up in.

Slowly, Smurf attempted to ease his way inside LaQuan’s tight pussy. He removed his left hand from her chest and placed it, with the gun, to the side of her. He leaned forward. “Relax for me baby,” he whispered into her ear when he felt her tighten up. “Don’t fight it. Just let me put it in.”

LaQuan followed Smurf’s instruction, opening her legs a little wider and relaxing. Even though Quannie wasn’t a virgin, most of the guys who ran up in her were average at best, and Smurf’s dick was bigger than what she was used to.

He inched his way, bit by bit, into her tight pussy.

“Ooh shit girl . . . umpf . . .” Smurf grunted once he was all the way in. “Wrap your legs around my back,” he told her.

After LaQuan had Smurf locked in between her legs, he slowly began to stroke her insides.

In . . . out . . . in . . . out . . . in, deep stroke . . . around and around. He stirred her pussy like he was mixing sugar and cream in coffee. Careful not to make too much noise, Smurf reached under LaQuan’s ass to dig deeper in her pussy.

She sucked in a deep breath, more in ecstasy than in pain, when he hit bottom. “Oooh shit!” was all she managed to whisper between gritted teeth.

Smurf had her pussy full and at the angle he needed. Her teenage juices let him slide deeper, continuing to hit bottom with each stroke. Teasing her with the head of his dick at the
entrance of her pussy was out of the question. The noise the bed would make would certainly wake her grandmother. The groove they had going on was fine for young Smurf. Quannie’s pussy gripped him like a vacuum and he really didn’t want to get out of her.

Smurf began to pick up his pace as he was near a nut. To keep him from making too much noise, LaQuan grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper inside, and met Smurf’s thrusts with a grind of her own. Smurf absentmindedly sucked hard on her neck until he busted a nut.

Staying on the deep stroke until his orgasm subsided, Smurf eased up out of LaQuan’s vaginal grip and sat on the bed.

“Go get me something,” he told her.

LaQuan quietly opened her bedroom door and tiptoed to the bathroom. She returned with a warm, soapy washcloth.

After Smurf wiped his dick off, he quietly dressed.

Right before he left, he looked back at her and reached in his pocket and peeled off two bills.

“What’s this?” she asked, looking at the money.

“Here, take it.”

“I ain’t no ho, boy,” she whispered angrily, not knowing that Smurf knew of her reputation.

That took Smurf by surprise. “Never let no nigga dig up in shit that good without giving you something,” he told her. “Call me.”

He dropped the dough on the nightstand and scurried out the same way he came. Just another night in the hood.

W
HEN SMURF ARRIVED
back at his apartment, he found Dirty in the dark, drinking a glass of bourbon. Not saying a word, Smurf noticed that Dirty’s eyes followed him wherever he went.

“What the fuck you looking at me like that fo’?” Smurf asked. “I ain’t on that homo shit, man.”

“Man, why the fuck you think everything about you? Don’t nobody wanna fuck with yo’ lil’ bitty ass!” Dirty shouted.

Smurf sensed that something was wrong with Dirty. He went to the refrigerator, grabbed the pitcher of fruit punch Kool-Aid, walked back to the living room, and sat across from Dirty while drinking out of the pitcher.

After thinking about what to say, Smurf finally spoke.