Deception's Playground (15 page)

“You talkin’ ‘bout
fine-ass Lisa? Nice body, short hair cut?”

Ain’t that a bitch, OG
done hit her?
I wondered.

“You know her?” I
asked.

“I been trying to get
to know her.” He paused. “You hittin’ that?”

I smiled. “Somethin’
like that.”

“Hmm. I been tryna sink
my teeth in her forever. As long as you got her, I’m good”

“We just coo’,” I told
him. I took a swig of my Remy that was sitting on my living room table.

“So when’s the last
time you spoke to Casey?” he asked.

“Earlier today. She
wanna go to Miami.”

“You might as well. Go
on down there and enjoy yo’self. And you know Casey’s got yo back.”

“You think so?”

“I know so,” he stated.

“And how you know, OG?”
I wanted to know.

He smiled. “I know
everything.”

He left shortly after
that. I called Lisa and asked her when she needed the money. She said her
attorney was drawing up the contract. My criminal attorney, Antonio Puzzo,
recommended a business attorney for me. So I was good.

I told Lisa to have her
attorney e-mail a copy of the paperwork to my attorney. And we would go from
there. She invited me over for dinner. I was reluctant to go, but she kept
insisting so I finally got my ass off my couch.

***

I had been at Lisa’s
for about forty minutes or so. We laid in her bed talking.

“So when can I come to
your place?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Soon, I
guess.”

“You guess?”

“I got trust issues,” I
said, smiling.

“Whatever, Sam.”

I looked her upside her
head. “Sam?”

“Told you I’d find
out.” Her tone was seductive. She rubbed my dick.

“Since we’re goin’ to
be business partners, we shouldn’t be doin’ this. Could be bad for business,” I
said, but didn’t mean it.

She unbuckled my belt
and unzipped my pants. Had my dick in her hand, and it was standing at
attention.

“Really?” she said. And
slowly she started sucking me. She did this until I came. I didn’t have the
energy to fuck her tonight.

Plus, my mind was on my
next move. Would I go out of town for a hot second? Would I stay in the town? I
really didn’t want to go to another state. It made me feel like I was running
from something.

About a week had passed and I was still in
the town. OG Casa plugged me with a new connect. I decided to let Ace handle
that. I told Ace he could keep the four bricks he got back from Duece also. I
had my mind on things that were more legitimate. But I still planned on keeping
an eye on Ace. I called him.

“I’m leavin’ Kansas,
bro,” he said. “I been thinking about shootin’ to Columbia for a second.”

“You and yo lil’
female?” I asked.

“She’s a stomp-down
bitch, bro. You know I gotta take bonnie.” He was charismatic as always.

“You holla at OG Casa?”

“I did, bro. I’ll be
ready right after I get this lil’ spot out the way.”

My line clicked. It was
Casey.

“A’ight, cuzz. C-safe,”
I told him. “I gotta take this call.”

“Yep.”

I clicked over and
greeted Casey. She went into that Miami shit again. I told her I had a few more
things to handle. But I really was stalling. I felt like I would be leaving my
life.

“You really don’t wanna
go, do you?” She sounded bothered.

“Did I say that?”

“Okay, look. I see you
have an attitude so just call me later.” She hung up.

I thought about calling
her right back, but I didn’t. I called OG Casa and told him to let me in on his
real estate moves. He insisted that I take some real estate classes first. He said
one should never just jump into an investment without doing the proper
research. I agreed.

I continued to chill at
my house, brainstorming. I had already made the beauty salon investment. After
our attorneys made sure both of our interests were protected, we had signed the
agreement. The salon would be up and running in two months.

I was going to let Ace
get my brick serves. But in return he would have to give me two thousand
dollars of each brick he sold to them. They were good for at least seven bricks
a month. So that would be fourteen thousand a month in dirty money.

I did my research on
properly setting up my entertainment company. I just had to get up with an
entertainment attorney, which I planned on doing next week. My thoughts were
then interrupted by a loud knock at my door.

When I went to the
door, no one was there. I stepped out to see if anyone was around. No one was.
I saw a detective car bending the corner at the end of my block.
What the
fuck,
I thought.

I started to head back
inside when I noticed an envelope on my front steps. I picked it up and went in
my house, sat down and opened it. Inside were pictures of Tamika, Duece, Sonya
and Nicole. None of Jamie. The pictures weren’t happy pictures. They were
images after their little accidents. There was also a letter inside. It read:

Mr.
Spade,

I
know these people were close to you. Your best friend, your woman and her
friend, and your sex toy. I know you had something to do with these murders. I
won’t rest until you’re in prison doing life. I’ll get you, you black son of a
bitch.

K,

It was Detective Kremensky.
Fuckin’
pig.
I thought about Miami. Maybe it was a good idea. I called my attorney
to inform him about this shit. The secretary put me straight through.

“Sam,” he answered.

“This muthafucka just
dropped an envelope off at my fuckin’ door step. Threatening a nigga,” I said
hotly.

“Kremensky?”

“Yeah.”

“Bring it by the office
in the morning,” he said.

There was a hard knock
at my door.

“What time?” I asked,
walking toward the door.

“About nine.”

“That’s coo’.”

“Okay, Sam,” he said,
and we ended the call.

There was another hard
knock before I made it to my entrance hall. I opened the door and Casey stormed
inside. After I shut my door, I turned to her. She looked like she had
something on her mind. She sat on one of my couches.

“What’s up?” I asked,
sitting on a different couch.

“You tell me.” She
moved to the couch I was on. She was upset, clearly. She wore a strapless sundress
that stopped above the knees. Sexy, as always, and even more so because she was
mad.

“I’m chillin’, man.
What’s the deal?” I smiled.

“Man?” She turned her
face up.

I laughed at her
frustration. “Man, what’s up?”

“I don’t see nothin’
funny, Spade.”

Then she suppressed her
anger. She told me our plane tickets were already purchased. I wondered why she
insisted we go to Miami. Like she knew something I didn’t. She told me our
flight was in a couple of days.

“Let’s just get away
for minute,” she said.

Maybe that’s what I
needed. To get away for a hot second.

I finally agreed.
“A’ight, man,” I said.

She smiled, not
tripping on me calling her a man. Then she straddled me. “Our flight leaves at ten
in the mornin’, Wednesday.” She gave me a peck on the lips. “So be ready.”
Another peck. I grabbed her soft ass.

She put her tongue in
my mouth and I lifted her sundress up, exposing her ass. She didn’t have any
panties on. I lifted my waist and pulled my sweatpants down, then eased her
down on my shaft.

“Mmmm,”
she
moaned. She started riding me slow at first. I smacked her ass. “Ah shit,” she
hissed. Her pussy started gushing, and she sped up. I grabbed her hips,
navigating the rollercoaster.
“Shiiiit,
Spade … I … love you.”

Then there was another
knock at my door. Casey hurried and jumped up off me. She started straightening
her dress and her hair. I pulled my sweatpants up, pissed, dick hard. After
Casey got herself together I checked my peephole. It was OG Casa.

I opened the door and
he came in.

“Am I interrupting
somethin’?” He looked at me, then at Casey.

“Nah, you good.”

He went over and gave
Casey a hug. “Hey, baby girl,” he said.

“Hey,” she replied with
a nervousness that probably stemmed from my dick just being inside her.

After they embraced,
Casey excused herself and went upstairs. To the bathroom, I thought.

OG Casa took a seat. I
lit an incent before I joined him.

“I just thought I’d
stop by,” he said.

“I’m straight. I’ma go
ahead and shoot to Miami for a couple weeks.”

Casey came back
downstairs and sat next to me.

“That’s what’s up,” he
replied.

“I really don’t want to
go,” I said.

Casey rolled her eyes.
“Tell him it’s coo’ down there, daddy,” she said to OG Casa.

Daddy,
I thought. I gave them both a confused look. Casey looked at me like I was
crazy. OG Casa did too.

“Daddy?” I questioned
aloud.

“Make sure my daughter
is safe down there, Spade.” He smiled.

I was even more confused.
Casey seen it in my face so she decided to help me understand. She told me OG
Casa had too many women back in the day. So him and her mother split up. She
stayed with her mother, but she saw OG Casa in the ‘hood every day, so it was
cool.

Then OG Casa said he
didn’t want to tell me because he didn’t want to come in between me and Casey.
Or me and him. He’d rather Casey fuck with me instead of some street punk he
didn’t know or respect. I was still tripping, though, wondering why I didn’t
know OG Casa was Casey’s father. OG Casa was cool with the kids in the ‘hood.
When I thought about it, he did give special attention to Casey. I never
thought anything of it.

“So you wasn’t ever
gon’ tell me, OG?” I asked.

“I thought you would’ve
knew by now,” he countered.

“What about you?” I
said to Casey.

She smiled. “Daddy
didn’t want me to tell you.”

This shit was crazy. OG
Casa knew about the bitches I fucked and all that. I guess he knew that came
with the game. He even laced me when it came to women. Casanova, OG Casa for
short.

“Is that right?” I said
to both of them. We sat silent for a second. Then we all had a good laugh. “So,
OG, let me guess … You and Sparkles’ Pops …?”

“Brothers,” he said.

“The Russians?” I
wanted to know.

“In-laws.” He smiled.

Slick-ass OG Casa. My
nigga, my mentor. He always had looked out for me. We talked for a little
longer, and then he gave me a firm hug and left. Casey ended up spending the
night.

I was leaving my attorney’s office, had
to drop off that precious cargo Kremensky left me. It was going on ten in the
morning. I told Ace to meet me at my spot. When I got there, I saw Ace’s car. I
walked in my house and him and Casey were in the living room talking.

“So you shootin’ to
Miami, big bro?” Ace asked.

“Yeah, in the morning.
Casey, let me holla at Ace.”

She rolled her eyes and
went upstairs.

I took a seat next to
Ace. “I’ma be gone for about two weeks.”

“Must be nice.” He
grinned.

“I’ma go clear my head.
Me and Casey big-head ass.”

She came stomping down the
stairs, purse over her shoulder. “I’m ‘bout to go to the house real quick and
pack,” she said.

“A’ight,” I replied.
And she walked out the door.

I told Ace that OG Casa
was ready when he was ready. I also told him to stop by and check on my house. After
that—and a few other instructions I had for him—we embraced and Ace left.

***

I had just left Lisa’s house. It was
going on about six in the evening. I thought I saw Selena parked a few houses
down from Lisa’s. I probably was tripping.

My stomach started
fucking with me. I had to put some food on it. I decided to go to the Peachtree
Buffet off Eastwood Trafficway. I got there about twenty minutes later. I
hopped out my car and went in.

Once I got a table, I
ordered my food. Then I looked up and Maria walked in. She looked good as fuck
too, wearing a sorrel one-shoulder mini dress and a pair of round-toe pumps. I
assumed she would go to another table since her father didn’t want her around
me. To my surprise, she came to my table and had a seat.