Single Ladies (25 page)

“I got Brea,” Tammy said as all three women walked up the street.

The talking was over, and as all six women stood in the middle of the street, they clashed like two armies on foot. Kim took Aisha while Falisha punished Kisha. Kisha didn't even get a chance to throw a punch. Falisha was all over her, pulling Kisha's head down by her hair and kneeing her in the face multiple times.

Aisha grabbed Kim's hair, only to pull off the wig that Kim had purposely put on for that reason. Kim threw about ten right-hand punches at lightning speed, all of which landed on Aisha's face. Aisha swung back wildly, hitting Kim a couple of times, but not fazing her.

Brea and Tammy was the main event everybody wanted to see. It was like Mayweather and Pacquiao, with Tammy being Mayweather. They stood in the middle of the street and exchanged blow after blow. Tammy pushed Brea against a nearby parked car, using it like it was the ropes. They were fighting like cats and dogs.

Kim beat Aisha up so bad, the girl took off running down the street. Meanwhile, Falisha had Kisha pinned down on the steps, whaling at her face. The rings on her fingers were cutting Kisha's face so bad, one of the men who was out there watching the fight had to stop it. He walked over and hooked his arm around her stomach and pulled Falisha off the girl. Thinking about her baby, Falisha didn't put up any resistance as the man carried her across the street, away from Kisha. Her point had been made.

“Beat dat bitch's ass!” Kim yelled out, looking at Tammy and Brea, who were now rolling around on the ground. “You got her, Tammy!” she continued yelling.

“Fuck dat bitch up!” Falisha also yelled, coming over to the fight.

After several more punches were thrown by each of them, fatigue started to set in, and the fight became a holding match. The same guy who broke up Falisha's fight came over and pulled Tammy and Brea apart as well. Once Tammy stood there and got herself together, she, Kim, and Falisha headed back to the car, knowing that they had come, handled their business, and left with a victory.

Ralphy really couldn't sleep well with so much on his mind. He couldn't seem to figure how those guys with the guns knew he and Johanne lived at that house. Johanne swore that she didn't tell them, and there was no way they followed her home the day she was shot, because she went straight to the hospital. Nothing really made sense, and it was eating away at Ralphy like a disease.

Ralphy sat in a chair in the corner of his bedroom looking over at Lisa and Naomi, who were still asleep in the bed. They looked peaceful, to the point where it gave Ralphy a bit of tranquility. His thoughts were interrupted by a text that came through his phone, which he read promptly. It was from Scoop.

Heard about what happened. Are you good? the message read.

Ralphy started to hit him back, but paused for a moment. His brain went into overdrive and he couldn't help himself for making Scoop a suspect. First and foremost, ever since the day the gunmen ran down on him, Naomi, Johanne, and DeeDee, Ralphy had stayed at his house he shared with Lisa as a precautionary measure. Ralphy put off all his drug dealing in the hood until the situation with Dre's people was taken care of. He never called Scoop, or saw him to tell him about what happened. The only people who knew about it were the people who were there. There was no way Scoop should have known what happened.

“Not you, homie,” Ralphy mumbled to himself.

Then it hit Ralphy. Scoop was probably the only person who knew where he and Johanne stayed, plus he had been acting a little funny lately, making subliminal comments Ralphy didn't catch on to at the time. Now Ralphy was almost sure that Scoop had something to do with it; and, if that was true, it was possible Ralphy, Lisa, and Naomi were in danger at that very moment, because Scoop also knew the location of the house Ralphy was in right now. Ralphy started to regret not taking Lisa and Naomi to her folks', but now was just as good as ever; and getting his family out of the house was now the number one priority, and exactly what he planned to do.

* * *

Tammy was sore as hell when she finally woke up in her bed. Every part of her body was aching, and it was like a mission in itself getting out of the bed to go to the bathroom. When she walked past the mirror, she barely recognized herself, due to the many marks she had on her face, and the patches of weave missing from her head.

“Well, well, well. If it ain't Bernard Hopkins.” Darious smiled while standing at the bathroom sink brushing his teeth.

“Shut up and move,” Tammy replied, brushing by him and taking a seat on the toilet. Usually Tammy would be a little more private with her bathroom usage around Darious, but today wasn't one of those days. She pissed and farted like he wasn't even there. Darious couldn't do anything but chuckle.

“You should get back in bed,” Darious suggested.

“No, no. I gotta go pick up the kids. I told Ms. Elaine I'd be there to get them this morning.”

When Ms. Elaine finally did come home with the kids, Tammy was in her bed licking her wounds, and didn't feel like coming back outside. She also didn't feel like being chewed out about the fight, which was inevitable.

“You want me to take you?” Darious asked, not sure if it was safe for Tammy to go over there by herself.

“No, I'm good, babe. I think I got my point across yesterday,” Tammy answered, getting up from the toilet.

“Well, look, while you're out, I need you to drop off Ms. Pam's medication. I got a lot of running around to do today, and I really don't have the time,” Darious said, following Tammy out of the bathroom.

“Yeah, I got you, babe. Just make sure you call her and tell her to be downstairs waiting. God knows I can't walk up four flights of stairs today.”

Darious walked over and wrapped his arms around Tammy's waist as she stood in front of the dresser looking in the vanity mirror. She pulled out what weave she had left in her head and fought through the pain in her scalp while combing her real hair into a ponytail.

“You too pretty to be fighting,” Darious said, kissing Tammy softly on the neck. “You be careful going over there. If you have any problems, call me so I can come get you.”

Tammy nodded her head before going into her drawer to grab some jeans and a shirt to slip on. She had to move fast, because Ms. Elaine had called about three times already. She didn't know it yet, but this was going to be the last time Ms. Elaine saw the kids for a while. After yesterday, Tammy was pretty much fed up with the drama in that family.

* * *

Lamar woke up to the feeling of his dick being sucked on by Kim. When he cracked his eyes open, her head was bobbing up and down at a slow pace, and the sensation of her warm spit spilling onto his balls seemed to have made his dick even harder. She looked up and saw that he had awoken, and pulled him out of her mouth.

“Good morning,” she greeted him, kissing the head of his dick.

Lamar reached up, grabbed the back of her head, and pushed it back down on his dick. “You talkin' too much,” he said, pushing his dick deep into her soft, wet throat. Kim smacked the side of his leg playfully, but continued to go down on him. It made her horny to see the look of pleasure on his face. So, while she sucked, Kim reached under and began playing with her pussy. Her moaning at the same time she sucked turned Lamar on so much, he could feel himself about to cum.

“Come 'ere,” he demanded, pulling Kim by her hair up to him. “Sit down on dis dick,” he told her.

“Shhhh, you talkin' too much,” she shot back, climbing on top of him. Her pussy was super wet, and Kim damn near came when she sat all the way down on it. She bit down on her lower lip, swaying her hips back and forth while pinching her nipples, trying her best to fight a massive orgasm that was just about at its peak.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me,” Lamar said, knowing Kim was about to cum. “Dis ya dick, baby. Cum all over daddy's dick,” he encouraged her.

It was impossible for Kim to hold it back any longer. It felt too good to even try. “Mmmmmm, I'm cumming, daddy,” she moaned, looking down into his eyes.

Her pussy tightened around his dick, followed by a stream of her fluids gushing out of her. Lamar could feel it pouring down his shaft, causing him to want to explode inside of her. Kim could see it in his eyes as well, but she had another plan for where she wanted his nut to go.

With one hand on Lamar's stomach for leverage, Kim rose up from his soaking wet member, grabbed it with her free hand, and guided it into her ass. His large mushroom head penetrated her rectum for the first time. It was too big for her to just sit right on it, so she inched it in, little by little, until it was all the way inside. Lamar didn't last a minute inside her ass. It was tighter, and seemed just as wet as her pussy, thanks to her cum being used as a lube. He held her waist and pushed his dick in and out of her at a fast pace. It took every bit of ten pumps before he shot his load into her.

Kim almost fainted from the pain, and as soon as she saw that he had cum, she jumped off of it and exhaled loudly. The pain was almost unbearable, but it was the price she was willing to pay in order for Lamar not to cum inside her pussy, and possibly get her pregnant before she could get on birth control. She was done, and she made it known by curling up under the blankets at the other end of the bed. Lamar couldn't even touch her, and when he looked down at his dick, he didn't want to either, because his number one priority became him heading to the bathroom to wash the blood and shit off of his dick.

* * *

Tammy pulled up to the red light and looked around before grabbing her cell phone to call Ms. Pam to let her know that she was a few blocks away from her apartment complex. Ms. Pam told her that she was sitting out front as they spoke. As soon as Tammy hung up the phone, the light turned green, but out of nowhere a cop car pulled in front of her before she could cross the intersection. She had to slam on the brakes in order for her not to hit the car. “What da hell?” she mumbled to herself, putting the car in park.

She looked around, and from behind her, an unmarked car pulled up to her rear, pretty much boxing her in. The plainclothes officer in front of her got out of his car, only to direct the heavy traffic around her. Tammy was still confused, but then a white male dressed in a suit tapped on her window. The guy didn't look older than eighteen years old, and fresh out of high school, but as soon as Tammy rolled her window down, he showed her that he wasn't a boy at all.

“DEA!” the man said, flashing his badge at her. “I'm gonna need you to step out of the vehicle, Tammy,” he told her as he stepped back.

Tammy was blown back by the agent knowing her name before she told him. She was even more confused when she stepped out of the car and saw a K-9 unit coming down the street toward her. Another unmarked car joined in the stop, and two more white men got out of their cars and were staring at Tammy like she was a T-bone steak with A.1. Sauce on it.

“Can I ask you what's going on?” Tammy said, realizing that she was being detained.

“Where's the drugs?” the agent asked while waving for the K-9 unit. “If they're in there, then you need to give them to us. Otherwise, this dog is going to rip this car to shreds, and ten times out of ten, he's going to find it.”

“What drugs?” Tammy asked with a confused look on her face. “I don't know what you're talking . . .”

Tammy stopped in the middle of her sentence and remembered Ms. Pam's medication sitting in the center console. Thinking that what she had was not that serious, she tried to go into the car and grab it. The agent reacted by yelling at her not to. He wasn't sure if she was going to reach for a gun, and he definitely wasn't going to take the chance.

“Just tell me where it's at,” the agent said, pinning Tammy against the car with his hand.

“It's in the console,” she told him.

For safety purposes, he put Tammy in handcuffs, which she didn't like one bit; but she had no other choice but to comply. The agent then went into the car and retrieved the pharmacy bag full of pills. “Is that it?” the agent asked, holding the bag up in front of her face.

“Yes, that's all. Now can you please tell me what's going on? I have to pick up my kids,” Tammy complained, still not aware of the trouble she was in.

“Don't worry about ya kids right now. I'm gonna need you to come with me,” the agent said, taking her to the back of his car.

Once she had gotten into the back seat of the unmarked car, it hit her. All this had to be about something Darious was doing, and from the looks of it, Tammy knew that she was on her way to jail. It didn't matter any that she wasn't aware of anything illegal going on, and the agents surely didn't seem to care about her ignorance, as the three white men gathered around laughing and holding the bag of pills. Tammy couldn't help but to sit there and cry.

* * *

By the time Lisa and Naomi woke up, Ralphy was gone. The whole time she made breakfast for her and Naomi, she had a gut feeling that something was wrong. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew that it had something to do with Ralphy.

“Baby, sit here and eat your food. Mommy gotta make a quick phone call,” Lisa said, walking into the living room and grabbing her phone off the charger.

When she called Ralphy's phone, she could hear it ringing upstairs. She went upstairs and grabbed the phone, curious as to why he left it behind. Not only did he leave his phone behind, he also left the keys to the Range Rover; and, sure enough, when Lisa looked out the bedroom window, the car was parked a little bit down the street.

“What da hell are you up to, Ralphy?” Lisa mumbled, looking down at his cell phone.

* * *

Tammy sat in a room waiting for the federal agent to come in and tell her what was going on. He didn't say anything to her the whole ride downtown, despite Tammy asking several times where they were going. Sitting there was nerve-racking, and for some odd reason it was cold as the North Pole.

About thirty minutes went by before an agent entered the room. It wasn't the same one who arrested her, and that was due to the first one not being the lead agent on the case. The agent who was in front of Tammy now looked a lot older, and way more seasoned.

“My name is Special Agent Grant, and I work for the Drug Enforcement Agency,” he said, taking a seat in a chair on the other side of the desk.

“I don't understand what's going on,” Tammy said.

“Well, I don't believe that to be totally true. We've been watching ya boyfriend for quite some time now, and you alone have made over forty deliveries for him in the past couple of weeks, half of which went to one of my informants,” Grant said, pulling a couple of pharmacy medication bags out of his legal folder.

“He told me that the medication belonged to his patients, and that it was legal for him to—”

“Tammy, knock it off. You're not stupid, and given your history with Chris, you're not a stranger to the drug world.”

Tammy sat there quietly. It seemed as if Grant knew everything about her.

“Right now, you gotta make a choice, and that is whether you wanna walk out of here today, or go to jail, more than likely for a very long time.”

One of the best tactics the feds used in building their cases was going after the weakest links in the organizations and turning them. Not only were they good at it, they were great, and most of the time, women with something to lose were their main targets. Tammy was perfect. She had two kids whom she loved more than anything in the world, and Grant was well aware of it.

“What do you want from me?” Tammy asked, rubbing her arms together, trying to get warm.