The California Saga (30 page)

 

 

“Welcome to my home,” I said to Jewel as we pulled up to a little spot I'd gotten in Norfolk.

I'd been spending so much time on the East Coast, and in VA in particular, I figured I may as well get a little spot. Hell, with the money I was spending in hotel costs every month, I may as well pay rent instead.

“Oh, this is cute! Looks just like a bachelor's pad.” She giggled as we walked into the living room.

My living room was simple. I had a big-framed, black-and-white photo of Tony Montana from
Scarface
on the wall, a black leather sectional, and a fifty-two-inch plasma on the wall. That's all a nigga needed.

“Make yourself comfortable.” I handed Jewel the remote then headed to the kitchen to make her a drink. “What you want to drink?” I asked, trying to be a gentleman. If it was up to me alone, I would have given her a shot of Henny straight. That would have made my night go a lot easier.

“Uummm, what do you have?”

“Hennessy.”

“That's it?”

“Look, ma, like you said, this is a bachelor's pad. I don't have no little sweet shit or none of that girly shit you be drinking.”

“No Hpnotiq, Alizé, or Nuvo? Nothing?”

“Hpnotiq. But if you drink it, you have to drink an ‘Incredible Hulk.' “ I had to get the Henny in there some kind of way. You know that Henny make you sin, and that's exactly where I was trying to get to that night.

“Okay. Okay. Incredible Hulk it is.” Jewel laughed and sat down on the couch, finally submitting.

“Here you go.” I handed Jewel the drink then sat on the couch next to her.

“Thank you.”

“Like I was saying in the restaurant, shit is about to come up for the both of us.”

“Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?”

“Look, baby girl, I got my eyes on the prize, and by all means, I plan on getting it.”

“So let me hear a little bit of this plan,” Jewel said. “You got me real curious.”

“All you need to know is, soon Calico is going to be six feet deep.”

“Oh yeah? And what will happen after that?”

I knew exactly what Jewel wanted to hear, so I played along. “I'm going to take the lead and be in charge. I'm already on my way. Since Calico's been locked up, I've been stacking dough and building up my new team. Some of the old team members will have to go because their loyalty will lie with Calico, and I can't have that. My empire will stand strong and make twice as much as his did. All I need is a queen bee like you by my side,” I said, already beginning to feel on top of the world.

“Sounds like a good plan.” Jewel guzzled down the drink I'd given her.

My phone rang, interrupting our conversation. Normally I would have ignored it, but it was Murdock. That nigga owed me eighty-five hundred dollars, and I needed that shit, so I answered.

“Excuse me, ma. I need to answer this call,” I said to Jewel then walked away. I picked up the call. “Yo?”

“Ready for you,” Murdock said.

“I hope it's all there, Murdock. I ain't taking no cuts.”

“I got eighty-five hundred for you.”

“Cool. Meet me at KFC at Five Points,” I instructed Murdock to meet me at a place close to the crib.

“Sorry about that, ma,” I said to Jewel as I walked back into the living room. “Want to take a ride with me down the street real quick?” I asked her, knowing this would be the prefect opportunity to show her how I was getting money.

We hopped in the car, and I met up with Murdock at the KFC. He was already there when we pulled up. This time I got out of my car and hopped in with him.

Murdock handed me the money as soon as I got in. “Here you go.”

“Eight-five hundred, right?” I tried to confirm, like always.

“It's all there, man,” Murdock said. “And to show I'm a man about principle, I added a little interest.”

“Thanks, but I don't need interest, nigga. I need you to pay on time.” I then got out of his car and got back into mine.

“Count this for me.” I handed Jewel the stack of money then pulled off. I watched as her eyes lit up and a broad smile came across her face.

“I don't count money unless it's mine.” She smirked.

“Soon enough, baby girl, soon enough,” I said, confident that the time when I could throw her stacks was near.

Minutes later we were back at my crib and comfortable on the couch like before.

“Would you like another drink?” I inquired as soon as we got settled. I already had a mixture of the Hennessy and Hpnotiq in a pitcher cooling in the fridge and ready to pour.

“Maybe just one more,” Jewel said and turned on the television.

We were just in time to watch reruns of
The Game
on BET.

My cell phone rang as I was making Jewel's drink. Not recognizing the number, I answered the phone in a fake voice. “Hello?”

“You gon' die, bitch nigga!” a male voice said from the other end.

“Oh yeah? You know where to find me,” I said in a calm voice. “I ain't hiding.” I then hung up the phone. I didn't want to draw any attention to my phone call and take the risk of ruining the mood me and Jewel had set so perfectly.

I'd been receiving those calls off and on since Deebo's death, and ain't shit happen. I had been carrying on with life as usual, and ain't shit jump off. Hell, those niggas knew where to find me if they really wanted some. The way I saw it, niggas was just popping shit, hoping to scare a nigga away.

I returned to the living room and handed Jewel her drink. “Here you go, sweetheart.”

After Jewel finished that last drink, I didn't even bother to ask her if she wanted another one. I didn't want to make it seem like I was really trying to get her drunk. Maybe, she was done for the day and night.

I, on the other hand, knew how to hold my liquor and had about five Incredible Hulks with us just sitting on the couch. I was feeling nice and knew Jewel was feeling even better, so I didn't hesitate to make a move on her. I started by gently kissing her neck and feeling on her breasts. I wanted to put one in my mouth, but no sooner than I caressed her soft, supple breast, she shooed my hand away. Not wanting to ruin the mood and totally fuck things up, I eased off.

“How about a massage?” I whispered in her ear and started to rub her shoulders before she could even respond.

She didn't resist, so I took that as my queue to keep going. I took my time, paying special attention to each part of her body as I rubbed her from head to toe. Although I was disappointed and nearly had blue balls, I was glad to have gotten this far. I just hoped the next time things would be different and I would be inside her pussy. I knew it was wet and juicy, and I couldn't wait for a taste. Literally!

 

 

Weeks had passed, and still no one had heard from Poppo's little bitch-ass. I'd heard he'd gotten into a little beef on the streets and ended up killing the neighborhood bully, Deebo. That shit was a surprise to me. I guess he was really out there feeling himself, trying to act like he was the big man in town. The stories I was hearing about him really had me going. I couldn't believe this nigga really thought he was the boss. I was convinced he had bucked on me for my money and that was how he had his little come-up. I'd spent each day thinking about how the fuck I was gonna deal with him and was just hoping Deebo's boys didn't get to him first.

Bucking on my money was bucking on the Mexicans' money. And I didn't have the army to go to war with those niggas. Hell, I was already skating on thin ice, because Touch had fucked me up. I was just getting back in good with these niggas and wasn't trying to fuck it up all over again.

My first instinct was to just get out of jail, hunt his bitch-ass down, and straight kill him, but then I started to think on a whole different level. After pulling a few strings, I was able to get one of his bitches in VA to give him a call on three-way. I finally had the opportunity to holla at that nigga.

Of course, I had to ask him about that shit with my baby mother first. That was a true violation. There is no way a nigga could feel up one of my chicks and get away with it, especially my baby moms. Then I asked about my money, and about the shit niggas was saying on the streets. And, like the bitch I knew he was, Poppo denied it all. He gave me some lame excuse about getting robbed, when it came to the money. He had managed to collect on half before he got robbed though. I made that nigga think everything was all good and there was no beef. Plus, when that nigga found out I had another bond hearing coming up and I was definitely getting out on that one, he straightened his act up. At first he thought I would never see daylight, so he was trying to flex. But when the reality hit that I was coming home, that nigga switched his whole shit up.

Just like Natalia had promised, I went before the judge and got a bond. I gathered my shit up, preparing to be released. A nigga never felt so happy. Two months in jail was way too much time for a cat like me. It took three different bond hearings for me to get a bond.

The judge set it at one million dollars, with hopes that I would never get out, but it only took one phone call and one hundred grand, and a nigga was on the road the same fucking day.

Now that I was hitting the streets, it was straight to business. I knew Poppo had to be dealt with. Then I had to get to that bitch Sasha before she got to the witness stand. She was the only eyewitness that had stepped up so far, so without her the Commonwealth's Attorney had no case.

When they released me, I walked out the gate and saw my baby mother parked outside.

“Hey, baby!” she ran up to me and gave me a big hug and kiss.

“What's up? I see you really love daddy, huh? You came all the way across the country to get your man. That's why I fuck with you so hard, Corrin.” I gripped her ass and pulled her close to me, my dick swelling.

“Damn! Looks like you're not the only one that's happy to see me,” she said, feeling my dick stand up against her thigh.

“So what you gonna do about that?”

“You'll see real soon. Get in the car. Let's get to our hotel.”

I didn't hesitate to get in the car. Although I was horny as hell and wanted to fuck my baby mother more than anything, I can't lie, my mind was on other shit. Everything in me wanted to meet up with Poppo so I could give that nigga what he had coming to him.

Corrin drove us downtown Norfolk to the Waterside Marriot, where she'd gotten the room. We pulled up in front and let the valet park the car.

The door on the elevator hadn't even closed completely before she was all over me. She grabbed me by my hair, which was now loose because I had taken out my corn rolls while in jail. With a tight grip on my hair, she forced her tongue in my mouth, pushing me against the elevator wall.

I wrapped my arms around her and began to kiss her back just as passionately. My dick was so hard, it felt like it was going to explode. I turned around, pushing Corrin against the wall, then pushed my hands inside her panties. Her pussy was hairless, and I instantly felt her swollen clit between her fat pussy lips.

“Ahhhh, baby,” she moaned. “Not in here.” She pulled my hand from her pants.

Ding
!

The elevator sounded, letting us know we'd reached our floor. Not knowing if someone would be standing in front of us as the elevator door opened, we both gathered ourselves. When the door opened, I followed Corrin to the hotel room.

As soon as we got in, Corrin started to take her clothes off. I followed her into the bedroom. By the time we reached there, she was completely naked. I grabbed her naked body and tossed it on the bed.

“No, baby, it's not time yet. First, you've got to get a shower.”

Corrin was tripping.

“Hell nah. You 'bout to give me this pussy. I've been waiting months for some pussy, and you gon' tell me to go take a shower first?”

“Well, I'm getting in the shower. If you want me, you'll have to join me.” She hopped up and ran into the bathroom.

I followed her in there. When I walked in, she was already in the shower. I ripped the curtain back and looked at her soaking wet, perfect body. Although she'd had two kids for me, her body was still flawless, not a stretch mark in sight. I pulled off my clothes and got in with her.

As soon as I stepped in, she grabbed a washcloth and soaped it up. Then she began to wash my body. From head to toe, Corrin wiped me down, not missing one spot. Then I stepped under the flow of the water to rinse the soap off.

When I turned around and all the soap was gone, Corrin got on her knees and began to suck my dick. I knew I was backed up, so when I felt the need to cum, I let the first one go and busted all in her mouth. Now that I'd gotten the quick one out of the way, it was time to really give it to her. My dick was still hard after I came.

I turned Corrin around and bent her over under the flow of water beneath the showerhead. I grabbed her by the waist and pushed my dick deep inside her.

“Aaahhh, fuck!” she screamed out.

Her pussy was nice and tight like always. Water splashed off her ass as I banged it. The sound and sight of her ass bouncing up and down turned me on even more. Before I knew it, Corrin had reached her peak, and I followed shortly after. Although exhausted, we both washed off one more time before getting out of the shower.

When we stepped out of the shower, room service was waiting on us. Corrin had ordered steak and lobster tail.

“I knew you would want something nice after eating jail food for so long,” she said as she handed me my plate, “so I ordered the best.”

“Damn, boo! You almost make me want to wife you up,” I said, knowing that was what Corrin always wanted.

“That's what I'm waiting on. What is it gonna take, Mike?”

“Come on, Corrin, don't start. We're having a nice time, baby,” I said, not wanting to hear the bullshit.

“Baby, me and the kids need you. This is the second time you've gone to jail. What if you don't get out the next time? What are we supposed to do without you?”

“Man, I ain't going nowhere. I got shit under control. You worrying for nothing.” I didn't know why Corrin was so upset.

“See . . . that's what I mean. You think you're invincible. Mike, you're human. You bleed just like everyone else. It's time to leave the streets. You have money. I can work. I'm afraid, if you don't get out now, you're gonna end up dead or permanently in jail.”

“Corrin, chill out.” I kissed her on the cheek then picked up my phone to call Poppo.

“What up, nigga?” Poppo sounded excited to hear from me.

“I'm on the streets, nigga. Come get me from the Waterside Marriot. Call me when you're outside.” I hung up the phone.

“Who was that?” Corrin was in my face again.

“Poppo,” I said, my mouth full of food.

“Poppo? How the fuck could you even deal with that nigga, Mike? Especially after what he did to me?” She began to cry.

I hated to see her cry. “Baby, that nigga gonna pay for what he did, trust me. I would never let a nigga disrespect you and get away with it.” I hugged her tight.

“Baby, please just don't get into any trouble.”

“Don't worry, mama. I'll be back in Cali with you and the kids before you know it.”

“You promise?”

“Only death could stop me.” I then finished up my food.