Teflon Mafia (3 page)

Tiffany stood to her feet and sat on the big counter and without direction she dropped her ass until it damn near hung off. Her thick beautiful legs opened and displayed the pretty pussy for Messiah to devour. Messiah walked directly in between. Tiffany’s body felt so weak now to the point her moans turned into begging him to make her cum. Messiah knew once he got inside her pussy and hit every spot known only to her gynecologist, she would go ham for him. One behind the other, Messiah delivered a dose of ecstasy with a stronger effect than the last. Tiffany got to the point she pushed him out the pussy, backed into the wall,
 
got down on her knees, and started to serve him fellatio.
 

Tiffany used her hands to caress his nut sack; she used an abundance of passion to the edge of tears because she loved him so much. Times like this she felt too weak and she didn’t like to be weak, but with Messiah she didn’t mind, it was an untouchable love and life. Tiffany sucked and licked his dick like it was the best piece of candy.

“Agh...Agh…Agh!” Messiah grunted grabbing Tiffany’s head damn near choking her while spraying her mouth with some of his delicious and thick milkshake. In less than five minutes, Tiffany and Messiah were in between the sheets cuddling up. Messiah rubbed her ass. “You feel like twisting up for me?” He asked speaking of that service she promised him.

Tiffany rose from the bed and grabbed the herb he found soon as they landed. They had been to mostly all the states except two and knew where to find the best of everything in some of the grimiest neighborhoods. Tiffany smelled the dank and turned her nose up “That’s the gas right there!” Messiah stated.

“I can smell!” she joked and they burst out laughing. She rarely smoked, but the funk made her want to blow some while she broke it down and rolled it up in the paper. Messiah was about to get higher than a Giraffe’s ear. He sat up in the bed adjusting the pillows so he could put his back to the headboard. Tiffany passed him the first one and he lit it up.
Bleep Bleep
Tiffany’s phone sound. It was an email. She rolled the remaining joints then checked her phone while lying back in the bed. “It’s Tom!” she started, and Messiah tuned in. “He has a client.” Tiffany stated then sent a text to Tom. Tiffany knew she wanted to get Messiah something special for his birthday this year and she had so many big ideas. Hopefully this was that payday Messiah’s been dreaming about.

“Come on naaaahh,”Messiah stated looking at her blowing the smoke out his mouth and inhaling it back through his nose. “Text that muthafucka’ back and then get over here and tend to this dick!” he demanded. Tiffany sent her last words and turned the phone off completely.

“You think I’m shaking out on my promises to you?” Tiffany asked getting on her knees, then in between Messiah’s legs and began to kiss his neck .

“You haven’t so far,” Messiah said rising up and out the bed. “Matter fact, hit this.” He passed her the joint. She put it between her lips and Messiah pushed her back on the bed and pulled her body to him. Messiah was down on his knees sensually putting his all around tongue game and experience in one serving. Licking. Sucking. Sticking. Tiffany couldn’t resist putting the blunt out with her hand and moaning ever so loudly.
Round two!

****

Two days later

Tiffany and Messiah were back on the East Coast at a dry cleaning company they both managed and owned. They were in the city often and decided to own a small business, though it wasn’t where they neither met nor grew up. They were just glad it didn’t hold a lease. They weren’t big on monthly bills and if it couldn’t be paid out of the way neither wanted to deal with the hassle of it. Ms. Anna their store manager handled all the company’s paperwork and bill paying. Even their cell phone bills were in her name and by her having a big family, any listening fed or scanner would think they were on her plan as one of her children. Everything was stamped in Ms. Anna’s name with Teflon Mafia’s hard earned money.
 

 
 
Tiffany was in her office doing her daily exercise while Messiah sat behind the desk reading the day’s paper, he had already been to the gym this morning while she was asleep. The front door opened and the elderly lady Ms. Anna stood to greet Tom, he had a bag of clothes in his hands. “Good Evening Mr. Thomas!” He smiled his cheesy smile and held his fat hands out to grab hers.

“Same to you Ms. Anna, I was looking for the Lady,” Tom said handing her the bag.

“Excuse me one minute,” Ms. Anna replied and walked to Tiffany’s office.
Knock knock.

“Come in!” Tiffany said.

“Thomas is here,” she said. Tiffany got up from the mat and walked to the front nonchalantly to greet Tom. This would be Tiffany’s fourth time meeting face to face and she never went pass three meets, but from his text Tom was talking numbers.

“How are you Mr. Thomas?” she asked with a refreshed smile on her face. Even in sweats Tiffany had the glow and essence of a Queen. Tom had to hide his composure, once again he wanted to touch her so bad but Ms. Anna was right there sorting through and tagging his clothes.

“Great,” he said. “I wanted to invite you to an affair of one of my associates and get your company some superb business.”

Tiffany was tuned in to what Tom proposed and leaned on the counter. Tom pulled the envelope from his back pocket and handed it to her.
 
He then turned to leave after telling Ms. Anna he will see her the following day to pick up his shirts. Tiffany went back to her office where she knew Messiah watched their every move on camera. She sat on the edge of her desk and opened the envelope to read the beautiful invite. Messiah took the invitation from her so he could read it.

 
“Time for work, Daddy,” Tiffany said moving off the desk heading for the exit. Messiah smiled and grabbed their jackets on the way out. “See you later and be safe Ms. Anna!” Tiffany said.

Outside Messiah opened Tiffany’s door so she could get in being a total gentleman. Ms. Anna screamed on him for not doing it and when off work he brung out his gentleman skills. Messiah hopped in the ride and started on their journey to the projects, they wanted to see a few people before they shake the city.

Chapter Four

Tiffany whipped the beautiful ride in the wrap-around drive way of Teflon Mafia’s newest client and to say it was about to be a dirt cheap job would be a fat out lie. The crib displayed such a substantial amount of wealth that for Tiffany it brought back memories of her family’s home. She put the Cadillac CTS in park and grabbed her purse from the passenger seat, exiting the car confident in her appearance. The smell of fresh flowers laced her nose, a euphoric scent that sent her swag through the roof. Tiffany noticed the security guards that walked around the sides of the immaculate home, and the camera right above her head posing as a porch light. She didn’t miss any of the details in her surroundings. She knocked on the door and in less than two seconds a gorgeous woman answered. Tiffany smiled taken aback. She had been expecting a member of the staff to answer.

“Hey Tiffany!” Mallory greeted, she smiled and stepped inside of her home checking out as much as she could through her Dior shades.

“How you doing Ms. Jorge?” Tiffany asked while they hugged.

“I’m doing great. Do you drink?”

“Yes, I do,” Tiffany replied, removing her shades and followed Mallory to the living area. Mallory was a gorgeous woman, Tiffany had to give her that, she was just as fine as her and that’s one of the many things she appreciated. The world had beautiful and deceitful women. Tiffany had to give the yella’ bone her props, she was working the hell out of some sweat pants and tank top. “What do you have?” She asked.

“We got that work!” Mallory said looking back at her. “Hennessey, Covousier, Patron, and maybe some wine is left. We just had a party last night and we went through so much liquor for the first time.”

“Let me get that Patron,” Tiffany said. In the living area Mallory offered Tiffany a seat on the couch and turned the TV off, she was lounging around trying to shake back from the gathering. Mallory left to grab the unopened bottle of Patron, two glasses, and some ice. Tiffany watched Mallory closely.

Mallory handed her a glass, she waited for her to sit before she took a sip. She didn’t swallow it, trying to make sure Mallory didn’t put any surprises in her drink. “My father’s rival competitor Binx is a thorn in his side.”

“Binx? What’s the problem?” Tiffany asked.

“It’s a $200,000 job!” Mallory started. “Binx just came on the scene maybe last year, a peddler now. Dude think our family’s name is lightweight out there in the streets. In the last three months of his reign over his deceased boss’s operation, he’s burned down some of our very profitable businesses, killed over a dozen of our employees, kidnapped, raped, and murdered my eldest sister Myra and my niece Miracle.”

“I’m sorry to hear about your family,” Tiffany stated while looking in Mallory’s eyes and she could see the evident hurt she felt when she spoke of her sister and niece.

“We are dealing with it as best as we can. My daddy took my mom and younger sister out of the town they begged me to go, but I’m not running from this little foreign pussy motherfucker,” Mallory said raising the glass to her mouth and taking a nice gulp of the liquor.

“When I feel hurt by a situation, I go up on our contract price and two hundred g’s won’t even make you feel good when it’s done,” Tiffany stated. “You want to set an example to anybody else who come near your family’s organization with plans to destroy it.” Mallory put her glass on the table and opened the tablet that sat on it and then wrote something down and passed it to Tiffany.

“I would like for you to rid our garden of the snakes,” Mallory stated. Tiffany tore the paper out, crumbled it, and stuffed it between her breasts. Messiah’s birthday was coming up and she wanted to get him something nice and with the price tag given off Binx’s head, he would get a day he will remember.

“Reasonable!” Tiffany stated taking a sip from her glass. Mallory gave her some much needed details before handing her over a bag full of money as a deposit. Tiffany was feeling some kind of way about this deal and wondered how she would tell Messiah what she charged. The two million dollar deal is the biggest amount that Teflon Mafia ever charged for a hit and it was only because with time and money Messiah’s taste got better and so did their client list. Every year around Messiah’s birthday Tiffany hiked the price up, she loved to see him looking and feeling great about making it to another year.

“Before my father gets home with my mom and sister I would like Binx to be ancient history,” Mallory stated standing to her feet. “They should be touching down in three days,” she added. Tiffany followed suit and picked up the bag crossing it over her body.

“Good timing.” Tiffany said thinking she could scope out the locations later in the night then come up with a strategy of making a real hit quick. Men like Binx who slung their name around like salt were easy to follow and capture in a short three hours. Tiffany is experienced in being a hit woman to know he frequented many clubs keeping in too much contact with the community. She gave Mallory a hug and turned to go to her ride where she slipped her shades back over her eyes feeling great. The trunk popped open and Tiffany removed the bag slanging it in and closing it. She couldn’t wait to get to Messiah so she could run down the play script to him. Binx would be out of the picture sooner than Mallory’s father could smell that she’s the one who had gotten his rival mercilessly murked.

When Tiffany made it home that night Messiah was in the bed but not sleep, he couldn’t shut his eyes without her being right by his side. She stumbled into the room because she was a bit tipsy. Patron is not a drink to be fucked with. She had planned on telling Messiah what took place tonight she said, “Baabbby you not gone believe this shit.” She was drunk for real and Messiah knew it because she didn’t know how to handle her liquor.