Love and a Gangsta (16 page)

The Amezcua Cartel had hubs set up all over the country—Atlanta, Dallas, Phoenix, Portland, Los Angles, San Diego, Guadalajara, Culiacan, Tijuana, and now they were moving into New York, with me as their backbone. Seventy-five percent of meth consumed in the country came from a Mexican Cartel. With this new drug on the block, it was looking like the crack epidemic all over again.

My crew was making money hands over fist. We had our share of enemies and rivals. One that was still a thorn in my side was Tiny. A week back, his peeps did a drive-by on one of my spots and killed a worker. Tiny needed to be dealt with.

I was in bed with the Mexicans now, and the prices they were hooking me up with were sweet. I cut my coke supply with Demetrius by a half and when I started buying less from him, threats soon followed. Demetrius was a very respected and powerful man in New York, and I knew I couldn’t make my move on him yet.

I needed the Mexicans for support and back up. If my crew went to war, I couldn’t go up against Tiny and Demetrius at the same time. I played it smart, becoming a loyal consumer for Rodriquez and the cartel. Soon I became an investment to them. I needed the Amezcua Cartel to see that I was a money tree for them, and New York was gonna make them richer than ever. Then they would see that my enemies were their enemies.

I had money to burn and I needed protection, not just from the streets, but the law also. My money was long, and I had to spread some. I retained the best defensive lawyers. I had a team of cops in my pocket, couple from the 113th precinct and the 103rd.

One of the cops, a woman, was on the force for three years. Judy
was from the 113th and we met a few days after I hooked up with Jazmin.

I met Judy at a mutual friend’s party. Judy was light skinned with frizzy reddish hair, an agreeably petite figure, and no tits. She was cute, sported wired framed glasses and had a small acne problem. But she was a benefit to my organization.

Judy was turned on by my continuous cash flow. I had no idea she was a cop. I paid for all her drinks and we hit it off lovely. Despite being a cop, Judy was into bad boys. I knew she had some idea of what I was about, but that didn’t stop her from getting to know me better. I took her number and linked up a week later for drinks, mingled at a lounge in downtown Brooklyn. Later that night, I got a suite at the Sheraton and fucked the shit out of her.

That night she admitted she was a police officer. I saw it as an opportunity. Then I find out that her pops was a Lieutenant in Brooklyn, and she was daddy’s little girl. I had to keep her around.

I was on my way to running the city. There were heads to exterminate in order for me to step up my game. I had to let other drug crews know, meth was my thing. If they tried pushing weight in my area without copping product from me, then there was a problem. My first problem was Tiny once again.

Late Saturday evening, Biscuit and myself spotted one of Tiny’s soldiers over on Supthin and Foch. He walked into a barbershop with a friend.

“Yo Mega, that’s the nigga that robbed your spot the other night,” Biscuit said.

I watched Biscuit pulled the .357 from under the driver’s seat and cocked it.

“Let me handle that nigga. Do him right there in the barbershop… Fuck him up bad,” he said fervently.

I looked at him and nodded. He smiled, stuffed the gat down his waistband, and jumped out the car. We were parked across the street from the barbershop. Word got out that Flop, Biscuit’s target, just got out a few months ago and had become one of Tiny’s hired gun. Tiny set him lose on me, but Biscuit was about to put lead in him.

I sat in the passenger’s seat, nonchalantly watching Biscuit crossing
the busy Blvd. The barbershop didn’t look crowded, only a few heads lingering around talking and bullshitting. The front of the place was strictly glass and transparent with a clear view from where I was parked.

Flop was sitting in the barber’s chair about to get a haircut. Biscuit stood off to the side smoking a cigarette, waiting for the right moment. My cell phone rang and I answered.

“What’s good?”

“Hey baby, are you seeing me tonight?” Judy asked.

“When you getting off?”

“In a few hours. It’s Saturday, and I miss you.”

“We can definitely work sump’n out.”

“Are you busy?” she asked all polite.

“Not really, just chillin’. Just call me when you get off work and we’ll link up.”

“Definitely, baby.”

I hung up as two men exited the barbershop. There were now two barbers inside with Flop. Biscuit took one more drag from his cancer stick, pulled out his gat, and casually walked into the shop. Flop was in the chair running his mouth.

Biscuit walked in and without hesitation shot Flop twice in the head. Flop tumbled to the floor. Biscuit quickly pointed his gun at the two men then began walking backwards to the door, his gun trained on the barbers. He stuffed the gun down his jeans and began walking back to the car. He jumped in the driver’s side, and drove off.

“You a lethal nigga,” I noted.

“I just do what I do… Execute niggas to prove a point,” he replied with a sadistic smirk.

“Yo, his barber cuts nice. I might have to check him some day for a shape up,” he joked.

“You a wild boy, nigga,” I laughed.

My phone went off again. It was Jazmin.

“What up, shorty?” I answered.

“Why you ain’t call me today, baby? I called you twice, and it went straight to voicemail both times,” she complained.

“Bitch, don’t call me wit’ that bullshit, I’ve been busy,” I chided.

“I’m sorry baby, but I miss you. I didn’t get to see you all last week, and you know how I get when I need some,” she whined.

“So you coming through later?” she asked, sounding a bit desperate.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Omega, why you playing me?” she barked.

“Bitch, don’t get fuckin’ loud over this phone. You fuckin’ hear me?” I snapped.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry.”

“I’ll check you tomorrow, but tonight, I’m busy,” I said and hung up.

“That was Jazmin whining ass?” Biscuit asked.

“Fuck that bitch!” I cursed.

Jazmin was hood, and down for whatever. She helped my crew stash drugs and guns, and was ready to kill for me. Her young naïve ass was willing to prove her undying love to me by any means necessary and stood tall with me through a few incidents during the short time we met. But she could be needy sometimes and had some issues that really pissed me off.

Jazmin and Judy didn’t know about each other. And I kept it like that. If they knew about each other, then jealousy would kick-in, and jealousy will make a bitch emotional. When a bitch becomes emotional, she’ll start doing stupid things, and that’s where troubles begin. I was no doubt using Judy, but when it came to sex, she was a wildcat, and there were no limits with her.

Biscuit dropped me at Judy’s crib after midnight. I reached her apartment and I was in the mood for some pussy. Her two-bedroom, well furnished, basement apartment in Freeport, Long Island became one of my chill spots outside Queens. I rang the doorbell, and she answered the door in panties and bra.

“It’s about time, baby,” she greeted me with a hug.

Gerald Levert was playing and incense was burning. She began tugging at my shirt, moving her hand across my chest and unbuckling my pants eagerly.

“You got that for me?” she asked.

A devilish grin escaped and I reached into my jacket pocket. I pulled out the meth for her to snort. Judy smiled.

“You’re the best, boo,” she said then pulled out my dick, stroking me gently.

I moaned, feeling my rock hard erection rise to her touch. Sprinkling some crushed meth on my dick.

“Suck my dick,” I ordered.

She did without hesitation, sucking my joint with the meth, and snorting the drug in one motion.

“You want more?”

I dangled the drug over her head and she looked possessed. The bitch was about to go into overdrive. She swallowed me whole, sucking and chewing on my genitals.

Her sex-drive became excessive because of the meth. It turned the bitch into a crazy ass nymph. I was staring down at NYPD at its best, kneeling, kissing and pleasing a king.

“Um uh… Um hmm.”

She slobbered me down, and deep throat every inch. I had my hand tangled in her frizzled reddish hair, forcing myself down her throat. The bitch coughed and gagged, but continued to suck me off.

I stared at her, loving it. Judy had a taste for bad boys and the drugs. That gave her extra boost. I definitely had my way with her, taking advantage of her high. I came out my pants and backpedaled toward the couch. I needed to sit down. Judy followed. She was now horny and really fuckin’ high off the meth.

I was slumped on the couch with Judy spreading my legs wider. She kissed between my thighs, and tickled my balls with her tongue, then shoved my dick down her throat for the thrill. Saliva ran from the corner of her mouth as she hummed against my nut-sack.

I told the bitch to stop and go get her gun. She didn’t ask questions. She came back a short moment later with a Glock17 in her hand and handed it over to me. I had to smile. I had Judy lie across the couch on her back and spread her legs. I then took her gun and gradually pushed it into her pussy,
mixing hard deadly steel with runny warm soft flesh. I pushed more of the barrel length into her and she cried out, clutching the couch. Her legs began to quiver. I thrust the gun in and out of her like a fast discharge having her juices spill out all over the gun.

I loved doing her with her own gun. It was the biggest turn on for me. I used mine once, but it wasn’t the same. And what was crazy, the shit was still loaded. Judy quickly came out her bra and removed her panties and was ready to lose herself in the nastiest way.

“Fuck me, Omega! Fuck me now,” she cried out in a heated pitch, showing me how strong her sexual craving was.

I tossed the bitch the rest of the crystal meth, and she snorted that shit within a minute leaving her nose red. I protected myself with a magnum and gripped that bitch by her slim waist, shoving my dick into her ass and made her teeth sink into the couch from the heavy pounding.

“You a dirty pig bitch, right?” I exclaimed.

“Hells yeah, baby.”

“Bitch, let me hear you scream like pig.”

“Oink… Oink… Oink…Oink… Ooh… Oh,” she chanted.

Judy was high on crank, and it made the sex much more exhilarating. She would have been able to go all night. But I wasn’t on drugs and had my limitations. When I had no more use for the bitch, I called up Biscuit and had him come pick me up around three in the morning and drive me to the crib.

They call me the devil’s pawn. Look at me and see hell is born. The new walking fury.

Immorality is in the air tonight
infecting the weak and sinful
soon before the day is light...

 

 

 

The following morning I was asleep. Jazmin was nestled butt-naked next to me. My cell phone rang. It was on the nightstand nearby. I glanced at the time. It was noon. After my episode with Judy, I came here. Despite our small beef, Jazmin was my ride or die chick.

“Yo, why da fuck you calling me so early?” I barked, without knowing who was calling.

“It’s Greasy, we need to talk?”

“’Bout what?” I asked.

“Demetrius came to me last night; he wants a meeting with you.”

I stood upright in the bed, with my back on the headboard and the phone still pressed against my ear. “What that Jamaican muthafucka saying?”

“He just wants to talk. What you wanna do?”

I had to think. I was still at war with his cousin Tiny, and I shitted on him by cutting my product from him in half. He had to know about my deal with the Mexicans. I never trusted Demetrius. It could be a set up. I had witnessed how he wiped out Tyriq’s whole crew overnight and used me to set it up. Spoon was dead and Vincent locked up. The Columbians were in the federal pen. Demetrius had full control over the city with the brutal Shower Posse at his beck and call.