Deception's Playground (9 page)

We went to my truck
that was parked right next to the club. Once we got in, the Mexican goddess
stuck her tongue down my throat. She reached down, unzipped my pants and pulled
my dick out. Real aggressive.

“I miss you, papi.” She
started bobbing on my shaft like a true professional.

“Damn. Suck that
muhfucka, bitch,” I demanded.

“
Mmm
, papi.” She
came up for air, then went back to work. She yanked the top of her dress and
bra down while she sucked my dick, revealing her round breasts. Her knees were
in my passenger seat, ass facing my passenger window, her face in my lap.

I fingered her pussy
while she continued to knock me down. She was hot and wet.

“Damn that pussy wet,”
I said.

She got off my dick and
straddled me. I hit the button to slide my seat all the way back. People were
walking by and all that. But she didn’t care and neither did I. My dark tint
concealed us. Her tight, wet pussy gripped my dick as she went up and down my
manhood.

“Damn, papi,” she
moaned. “
Mmm
… yes, papi .. Oh God …”

I gripped her ass while
she rode me. Her plump breasts sat in my face so I played with them with my
tongue.

“I’m comin’, Spade!
Aaah
,
yes!”

I grabbed her hips and
slammed her down on my dick. I knew I was about to nut soon. This little
Mexican bitch was riding the shit out of a nigga!

“I’m comin’ again,
Spade!” she screamed. I exploded also, and she collapsed on top of me. She
started sucking my neck while she sat on me, her pussy juices running down my
thighs.

When she finally got
off my dick, she sat in my passenger seat and pulled the visor down. She
straightened herself up in the mirror. She glanced over at me, biting her
bottom lip. Still looking sexy as hell.

“Let me see your
phone,” she said.

I handed it to her. She
put her number in my phone and I gave her mine. She kissed me on the cheek and
reached for my door handle.

She said, “See you
soon, baby.”

I was stepping out the bathroom of
Casey’s house. I had to wash Selena’s juices off me. I sat down on the bed and Casey
started applying lotion to my back.

“So who keyed yo truck,
Spade?”

“This lil’ bitch named
Tamika,” I said.

“Wit’ the red Charger?”
She sounded disappointed.

“Yeah.”

“You sho’ know how to
pick ‘em.” She stood up. “That lil’ hoe just lookin’ for a nigga to save her.”

“I only hit her one
time, strapped up and all.” I looked at Casey seriously. “And she swore I got
her knocked up.”

“Huh, that lil’ bitch.”
She laughed.

“I’m hip,” I said.

Casey left the room. I
finished applying my hygiene. It was getting late so I laid back and relaxed.
The movie that was on the tube—some AMC drama starring Morgan Freeman—slightly
had my attention, but I was tired. Casey came back in the room and laid next to
me wearing a tank top and thong. I was watching the tube; she wanted to play,
started kissing on my torso. She came up to look me in my eyes.

“I love you, Spade,”
she said sincerely. “And I’m sorry.”

“It’s coo’. And I love
you too,” I said.

She grabbed a condom
from her dresser.

***

I was sleep on Sonya’s living room
couch. I woke up when I heard noises coming from the stairs. I sat up and
looked around, didn’t see anyone. As I walked up the stairs, the noises got
louder.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!”

The familiar moan got
even louder. I made it to the bedroom door; it was cracked open a little. Sonya
was riding some nigga, but I couldn’t see him.

“Ah, shit, Duece!” she
screamed.

What the fuck?!

“You like that, bitch?”
he asked.

I couldn’t move from
the door.

“Yes, baby …
Oooo!”
she cried.

I finally walked in.

“What the fuck yall doin’?”
I asked. They didn’t answer me. Sonya got off of Duece, then got on her knees
so Duece could fuck her from the back.

“Damn this pussy wet,”
he said. Nicole came in the room ass naked and joined them. The bitch didn’t
even acknowledge me. She got under Sonya, and Sonya started eating her pussy.

“Keep fuckin’ me
Duece,” Sonya demanded, lifting her ass so he could see her wet pussy from
behind. Duece looked at me with a devilish grin.

“I see why you been
keepin’ this bitch around, cuzz,” he said.

I looked at him like he
was crazy, then walked out of the room and went downstairs. Grabbing my Glock
23 from under the sofa cushion, I ran back upstairs and entered the room. Sonya
and Nicole were both sucking Duece’s dick.

In a rage, I aimed and
emptied my clip in all three of them, loving the fire that jumped out the
barrel.

They were all still
now. Dead and naked …

… then I woke up in the
middle of the night.

The next morning Casey was cooking
breakfast in the nude. Her body was still flawless. The scarf she had on her
head revealed the back of her neck; it was the first time I saw the tattoo—she
had my government name inked on her.
Samuel Wright.

“When did you get
that?” I asked.

“Get what?”

“That on yo neck.”

“Oh.” She rubbed it. “About
a year after you got locked up.”

“Is that right?” I was
surprised.

“That’s right. You’re
the only one for—”

My phone rang and she
stopped talking. It was Sonya.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“Spade, somebody broke
in my house!” she said angrily.

“What?!” I was pissed.
I stood up and paced the kitchen.

“They did it last
night. When me and Nicole came here this morning my shit was trashed!”

“What’s up wit’ the
shit?” I asked, referring to the cocaine. I didn’t give a fuck about her place
being trashed.

“Gone,” she said.

I hung up on her. I had
to get there.

“What’s wrong, baby?”
Casey had heard everything.

“This bitch just told
me somebody broke in her shit and took my stash that was over there.”

“Before you get too emotional
and react foolishly, evaluate the situation.”

She made perfect sense.
But I wasn’t trying to hear that shit. I looked at her like she was crazy.

“I’ll be back,” I said.

I went and got dressed,
then headed out the door.

“Be careful, Spade!”
Casey yelled behind me.

Before I headed to Sonya’s house, I
decided to stop at Duece’s. When I got to the front door, he was opening it.

“Sonya called me and
told me what happened,” he said.

“I knew I should of put
cameras on that muhfucka.” I walked in.

“We gon’ find the
niggas that did this shit, bro.”

We both sat on his
sofa. His house was a little filthier than usual. And he didn’t look too good.

“Man, they got four
bricks and forty thousand,” I said, looking at him upside his head.

“Damn,” he replied.

“We gotta get up wit’
Kutz later on. You in?”

“Not on this run, bro.”
He rubbed his face. “I’m kinda fucked up.”

I didn’t feel like
asking why he wasn’t ready. “A’ight, cuzz, I’ma shake. Call me if you hear
somethin’.”

I got up and left. In
my truck, on the way to Sonya’s, I called OG Casa. He told me the bitch was
behind it with no hesitation. He never really liked Sonya.

***

Sonya and Nicole were cleaning up when I
walked in. I walked straight to the room that my safe was in. The safe was ripped
out of the wall. Someone knew it was there. No doubt about that.

There was never heavy
traffic over Sonya’s. No flashy cars parked outside, nothing. Someone had to
put somebody on it. I walked back downstairs.

“What time you get
here?” I asked Sonya.

“Like a hour ago.” She
looked frustrated.

“Yo neighbors ain’t see
nothin’?”

“Nothin’, baby. I’m
scared, I have to move, Spade.” She hugged me tight. I felt sorry for her
because her house was ransacked. But I didn’t trust her. I noticed there was no
forced entry. No broken windows. Nicole was cleaning up, on hush-mouth. She
kept looking at me like she had something to tell me.

I told Sonya not to
call the police, then I walked out of the house. I had to get to the bottom of
this shit.

***

“I’m ready to rock, big
bro,” Ace said.

“We gon’ take care of
it, lil’ bro. Keep yo ears to the streets and eyes open. It’ll surface,” I
said. We were in my living room talking. My nerves had calmed down. “We gotta
get up wit’ Kutz and re-up. You in?”

“Yeah, I’ma get a few.”

“A’ight. I’ma get ten
of ‘em. Get yo change together. I’ma try to call Kutz.”

“Duece gon’ bring his
change through?” he asked.

“He said it’s all bad.”

Ace couldn’t believe
it. “That nigga on some funny shit, bro.”

“I’m hip.”

I walked upstairs to my
room to think. Maria called me as soon as I sat on my bed.

“How are you doin’?”

“I’m straight,” I said
curtly. I didn’t feel like informing her about the recent events.

“Somebody’s been
followin’ me, Spade.”

“Like who?” I really
didn’t give a fuck.

“I don’t know. I think
they work for my dad.”

“Yeah?”

“Spade, be careful,”
she said, and hung up.

That was the second or
third time that bitch told me to be careful. Her pops must have been a dangerous
man. Maria never acted that emotional. I shook those thoughts and called Kutz.

“Spade, my man,” he
answered.

“What’s good?”

“House shopping.”

“I need to holla at
you,” I said.

“No time soon, my man.
Have to take my lady to Denver tomorrow. I’ll let you know when I return, my
friend.”

He was letting me know
it was all bad. We hung up.
This some bullshit,
I thought.

Back downstairs, I told
Ace what was going on. I didn’t tell him about my suspicions. Kutz never ran
out of dope. Maybe I was just on edge.

Me and Ace popped a
bottle of XO to ease the tension. He put in a Kevin Hart DVD—that nigga Kevin
had us rolling; the laughter was much needed. Twenty minutes in Lisa hit me.

I was happy she called.

“How are you?” I asked.

“I’m fine, sweety. Are
you busy?”

“I’m just chillin’,
watchin’ this comedy shit.”

“I know this might
sound a little cheesy, but I miss you,” she said.

And I temporarily
forgot about the madness around me. “Well, I guess we gon’ have to do somethin’
about that.”

“I guess so,” she said
seductively.

“So what do you have
in—” My line clicked. It was Nicole. She never called, so it had to be
important. “Can I call you right back, Lisa?”

“Make sure you call
back, baby.”

“Will do.” I clicked
over. “What’s good, Nicole?”

She whispered, “It’s about
Sonya and Duece.”

“I’m listening.”

“Well, first of all,
they been fuckin’ wit’ each other since you was in prison. They—”

I cut her off. “Is that
right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.
That’s my homegirl and I love her, but you a solid nigga and I been diggin’ you
since I first saw you. I don’t know what it is about you, Spade. I—”

“Get to it, Nicole,” I
told her.

“I want to tell you
everything, but she’s right upstairs. Meet me tomorrow and I’ll tell you
everything.”

I called Lisa back and she
invited me to her home. She stayed in The Vineyards. I told Ace I was heading
out. A part of me wanted to tell him about the call I got from Nicole, but I
decided to wait until I got the whole scoop. I wondered about Nicole’s motives.
We already fucked so it had to be some truth behind her statements.

I gave Ace Lisa’s
address and left. I was at Lisa’s in no time.

***

Lisa had Gerald Levert’s
“Pop,
Goes My Mind”
playing at a low, soothing volume. We
sat at her kitchen table, eating an Italian meal she prepared before I arrived.
She had her lights low and she was looking stunning in her night attire—a
simple crème, backless cotton dress, and her hair was trimmed short with glints
of sheen to accentuate her high gloss shellac earrings. She didn’t know how
much I needed her company. I had to escape the madness around me.