Greed (9 page)

Truth rolled over and grilled her.

“Happy now?”

Nooni shrugged. “I guess so. But you still didn’t answer my question. What’s gonna happen now?”

“Happen with what?”

“With us. With you and me. With the money we don’t have. With us staying here with Monique.”

He shook his head, then lay back and stared up at the ceiling.

“I don’t know, Noons,” he sighed and said truthfully. “Monique fucked our shit up. She tried to put it all on me, but it was her. That bitch is too greedy and she got too happy. She made moves like the money was already in our pockets. Man, she fucked around and let your sister peep her game at the airport. It was a wrap after that. Now everybody is ass out.”

“I know,” Nooni said quietly. “I heard.” Disappointment washed over her. And a little bit of fear, too. It had never been her intention to run off and get involved in no fake hostage situation, or to have her sister walking around worried sick about her forever. She had convinced herself that after Juicy gave Rita the money then everybody would get their little cut and she could quietly ease herself on back to her crib.

“So how y’all gonna get paid now? What about all your warrants? Are you gonna get locked up?”

She sounded scared and Truth shrugged. “Don’t worry,” he said, patting her firm, naked thigh. Her body was so stunning it had him ready to fuck again. “I already talked to Salida about all that and she’s on it. That old broad is smart, Noons,” Truth said as stuck his fingers between her legs and got ready to hit that wet pussy again. “Trust me, she’s gonna come up with something real good for all of us.”

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Monique came through her front door pissy drunk. She had just cursed all them niggahs out in the G-Spot, and Pluto had snatched up one of his dun duns and told him to drive her ass home.

She didn’t get it. Ace and Salida were tryna blame her for messing everything up when it wasn’t even her fault!  She staggered down the hall and stopped when she saw what was going on in her living room. Truth’s naked yellow ass was pumping like a jack-rabbit as he dug Nooni’s gushy out. Nooni was spread eagle on the pull-out sofa and moaning at the top of her lungs, and Monique could actually hear that wet pussy sloshing as Truth pounded up in them guts.

Monique stood in the shadows as the young couple fucked. Truth groaned real loud when he got his nut, and a few seconds later he climbed out the bed and walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.  

In a flash Monique stripped outta her club clothes. She crept over to the couch and slipped under the covers where Nooni lay breathing hard.

“Wha—” the young girl almost jumped outta her skin when she realized Monique was on her.

“Shhh!” Monique warned and pushed Nooni back down as she tried to sit up. “Just shut the fuck up and roll with this.”

Ignoring the girl’s protests, she thrust her hand between Nooni’s sweaty legs and rubbed her wet, swollen pussy. Truth’s cum spilled out of her tunnel making everything down there nice and slick.

“Monique, stop!” Nooni cried out, snapping her legs shut.

Monique finger-fucked her deeply, plunging in and out of her pussy as she sucked Nooni’s stiff nipple.

Heat pulsated through Nooni’s body and for a second she opened up. She was so damned confused and she needed to cum so bad. Fire was boiling between her legs and her pussy was now thumping. Monique was licking and sucking her titties exactly right, and on their own her hips started thrusting upward to meet Monique’s stroking fingers, which were now smearing hot juices all over her swollen clit.

Nooni let her legs fall open wider and Monique slid two fingers deeper into her softness. Her breath caught in her throat as Monique flicked the tip of her erect nipple back and forth with her tongue. Nooni’s clit blinked and throbbed as her pussy muscles clamped down on Monique’s probing fingers. She fucked upward in a furious motion as Monique’s hand moved up and down beneath the covers. Hot cum shot out of her and Nooni arched her back and squealed with pleasure. Monique was just about to climb on top of her when Nooni caught herself.

And Truth caught them too.

“Yo what the fuck is y’all doing?” he exploded as he flipped on the light. He stood over them with a towel wrapped around his waist and the anguished sound of betrayal in his voice was like ice water over Nooni’s soul.

“Nooni!” he yelled looking down at them in disbelief. “Monique!”

“I’m sorry…” Nooni rolled over and started crying. She was ashamed beyond words and she buried her face in her hands. “I’m so sorry!”

“Yo! What the fuck was y’all doing?”

Monique sat up with a smirk on her face.

“Don’t even try it, Truth,” she slurred. “You know I been wanting to fuck Nooni for a good minute now. You was down with all this shit from the gate so don’t act like you all innocent now.”

Truth exploded, and beads of water rolled down his muscular chest and shoulders. “Fuck what I used to be down with, you drunk bitch! Nooni don’t roll like that. She don’t wanna get fucked by no girl!”

Monique laughed, then stood up and stretched. Even with him pissed off and raging, the sight of her gorgeous brown body was enough to make Truth’s dick jump.

“Nooni might not wanna get fucked by no girl,” Monique said as she weaved across the room butt-naked. She bent over to pick up her clothes and her pussy blossomed open like a beautiful new flower. “But she damn sure liked it when this girl made her cum.”

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Salida had already laid out her plan and conducted all her research, and now she was ready to get things popping. She had hooked up with a motivated drug dealer who promised to sell her all the X, special k, roofies, xan, and other club drugs she could handle, but Salida knew the only way to generate some real money was by producing her own poison.

Since she was new to the game, she had decided to start out with methamphetamine. White people’s crack. The gentrification of Harlem had become so widespread that white folks were now walking around like they owned the place. And except for the housing projects and the slums that surrounded them, they did.

Salida didn’t have a problem with crackers coming in and buying up all the property that Blacks had dogged out, trashed the fuck up, and then abandoned. In fact, she respected the real-estate moguls for being all about business.

But, she was an ambitious businesswoman too, and if meth is what the white junkies liked then that’s exactly what she planned to give them. All she wanted them to do was keep coming back for more.

And it wasn’t just white people’s pockets that Salida wanted to tap either. Asian, Mexican, Puerto Rican, Arab…she didn’t give a damn where the money rolled in from as long as it rolled in heavy.

Unlike the two dumb-asses who had taken over for G, Salida had nothing but ambition and big dreams on the brain. She didn’t want just a lil bit, she wanted it all, and she wanted it fast too. She would never be satisfied with nickels and dimes if quarters and dollars were out there for the taking. Some might say Salida had caught herself a bad case of the greedies, but she preferred to think of herself as being eternally hungry. The thirst was just in her. It ran through her blood. No matter how much fortune she was holding in her right hand, she was always, always looking around to see if she could get more, more, more for her left hand too.

But she wasn’t about to go off half-cocked with her shit. She was too smart for that. She would be starting out very small. Baby-stepping her way through a process that had the potential to make millions of dollars in a very short period of time. Salida took pride in being thorough and in doing things in a strategic way, so she was gonna be moving very slowly.

She had discovered an interest in computers since leaving the nuthouse, and she’d quickly become an information junkie who loved the Internet too. So when it came to club drugs, Salida had already read about enough blown up home-cooked meth labs to know she was dealing with something lethal. Sure, she wanted to make a truckload of money, but she didn’t plan on killing herself in the process. Her goal was to cook for herself and keep all her profits, and eventually to become a major distributor and cook for other dealers too.   

She’d already purchased a small amount of ephedrine from some Mexicans on the black market, and gathered some red phosphorous, a solution of lye, and a bunch of other chemical ingredients. She had made Ace get at ten of G’s most trusted cut room workers and tell them to report for duty. Under her detailed guidance and instructions, they had opened all the windows in the cut room and plugged in three industrial fans, and then for the first time in a long time, the G-Spot crew got busy producing, cutting, and packaging drugs again.

“Yo, that crystal ain’t nothing to fuck with,” Pluto had bitched when he came upstairs to grumble about the foul smell that had customers complaining down at the bar. He had looked around at all the plastic jugs, glass jars, flasks, and various open containers of chemicals and shook his head. “See, this is why we need to stick to fish scale and powder, goddammit! All them fumes mixing together gone kill y’all stupid muh’fuckas up in here.”

“Shut the hell up,” Salida said calmly as she slammed the door in his fat, ugly face. “I know what the hell I’m doing.”

But as it turned out, as careful and as thorough as she had tried to be, Salida didn’t know exactly what she was doing and after everything had cooked down all she ended up with was a stank, oily mess on her hands.

Staring down at all her wasted time and money, Salida laughed out loud. She was far from mad, and she wasn’t discouraged neither. In fact she was energized and encouraged.

“No problem,” she muttered as she eyed the bad batch of meth and tried to figure out what the hell she had done wrong.

“I’ma get this shit down pat,” she reassured herself as she prepared to ride out to Three Brother’s Funeral Home for a late-night meeting with her connect. “All a bitch needs is a little bit more money and a little bit more practice.”

CHAPTER 12

It was still warm for fall in California, and the Sanveneros were having a pool party. Renata appeared crisp and cool on the outside, but inside she was beside herself with worry.

Three of Frank’s brothers and their wives were sitting in the shade drinking martinis, and their nephews Sallie, Mick, and Joey, along with about ten of their young friends, were jumping in and out of the large, circular swimming pool.

It was a relaxing day. The beer was flowing, the grill was hot, and everyone was laughing and splashing and having a good time.

Everybody except Renata. Excusing herself from the group, she called Frank into the kitchen to help her get more ice, and she blurted out exactly what was on her mind.

“I think something’s wrong, “she told her husband. “I haven’t been able to get in touch with Juicy for almost two days and I have a funny feeling in my stomach.” Renata sighed and ran her fingers through her lush, perfectly layered hair. “I mean, she’s not answering her home phone, and her cell phone must be turned off because my calls roll straight to voicemail. I just don’t understand, Frankie. Where in the world could she be?”

Frank shrugged as he held the ice bucket under the freezer’s high-tech dispenser. “She’s probably just relaxing. Maybe she took a little vacation. Things have been rough for her. You can’t blame a young girl for wanting to get away for a little while.”

Renata shook her head. She placed a fresh jar of olives on the tray, and reached into the pantry for a stack of bar napkins.