Carl Weber Presents Ride or Die Chick 4 (10 page)

Baby thought there was no way Tammy was going to be able to take all of his dick, but Baby loved that she was trying. Baby stood there leaning against the dresser sipping on the remaining beverage in her glass as Treacherous's horse dick worked its way deeper inside of Tammy.

“Oh fuck!” Tammy cried out. “Oh, oh, oh, my God!”

Treacherous was Tammy's personal surf board. She began to grind on his wood. It eventually turned into a slow bounce. Baby watched with mixed feelings as she watched Tammy bounce up and down on Treacherous's dick. She didn't know if she wanted to continue to watch, yank Tammy up off of her man and kick her ass out, or join them. She sided with watching as Tammy's perfect breasts jiggled with each bounce she made on Treacherous's hardness.

Treacherous's full length was now engulfed in Tammy's pussy. She tried to conceal her screams of passion but she found herself actually panting. Treacherous didn't make love nor take his time with her. He straight-up fucked her. He wanted her to know that this was just meaningless sex. Tammy had never had that much dick inside of her in her life. Out of nowhere, Treacherous's strokes got faster.

“Aaaawww shit!” Treacherous bellowed. He grabbed Tammy by the waist and tossed her off of him. He then stood up and began jerking his shaft. Baby watched from the bed in awe as Tammy dropped to her knees and positioned herself in front of Treacherous's dick.

“Fuck!” Treacherous cursed as his juices shot out and exploded all over Tammy's face.

“Umm, yeah,” Tammy moaned. She licked her lips to clear them of Treacherous's sexual residue.

Treacherous sidestepped her and made his way over toward the bed. Baby lay there playing with herself and began to get lost in the rhythm of her own fingers. She was so consumed with pleasuring herself that she didn't even notice Treacherous's sudden presence on the bed. When Baby opened her eyes, Treacherous was between her legs. He wasted no time diving in head first and exploring Baby's love cave. Baby tossed her head back and closed her eyes. Neither of them ever noticed Tammy gathering up her clothes and making her way to the bathroom. It wasn't until Treacherous had heard the room door open that he looked back to see the remainder of Tammy's backside disappearing out of the room as the door shut behind her.

“What's wrong?” Baby asked in a whimpering manner. The tongue lashing Treacherous was delivering had her gasping for air.

“Nothing,” Treacherous replied with a sinister look in his eyes. Baby inhaled as his lips wrapped around her clit.

For another thirty minutes, Treacherous and Baby kissed, sucked, explored, and pleasured each other until they were both exhausted. Baby peered up at Treacherous.

“I don't ever want to fuck another woman again,” she stated with conviction.

Treacherous looked down at her and smiled. “Okay.”

“And, I don't ever want you fucking another one either!” she added.

He kissed her on top of the forehead. “Okay.”

Sammy Black Jr. sat back and watched as a cloud of dust trailed behind the approaching vehicle. The unmarked car pulled alongside the black SUV with tinted windows in the open dirt field, facing the opposite direction. Neiko rolled down his window but kept the air conditioner blowing.

The back window of the SUV slid down. “Nice weather we're having.” Sammy Black Jr. nodded.

“Too fucking hot, ya ask me,” Neiko replied.

Sammy chuckled. “Yeah, it is,” Sammy agreed. “So, what was it you couldn't tell me over the phone?” Sammy Black's tone came across as anxious. “What you got for me?”

Neiko answered his question by extending a piece of paper out of the driver's window. Sammy Black reached out and grabbed hold of the piece of paper. He unfolded the white sheet and peered at the writing on it. He stared at the numbers and words for a few more seconds then directed his attention to Neiko Bellini. “Is this what I think it is?” Sammy Black asked.

“I aim to please.” Neiko Bellini beamed.

“This will never be forgotten.” Sammy Black waved the white piece of paper in the air.

It had been over a week since he had heard from Neiko Bellini and was starting to get worried. The trail had seemed to become cold but Neiko Bellini had just turned the heat back on. Sammy Black Jr. flashed Neiko Bellini the Cheshire cat smile to show just how much the information he had handed him meant.

Neiko Bellini nodded and winked. He then made a saluting gesture at Sammy Black Jr. before peeling off in his unmarked car. Sammy Black Jr. rolled up his window to avoid the dirt residue from Neiko Bellini's unmarked car invading the back seat of the SUV.

“Drive!” he instructed. The driver did as he was told.

Sammy Black Jr. pulled out his cell phone. The call was answered on the first ring. “I got something for you. Take this address down.” Sammy recited the address on the piece of paper then abruptly hung up. He ripped the white piece of paper up into as many little pieces as he could and cracked the SUV's window. He let the small pieces of paper blow out of his hand and fly into the wind.
Time is running out for you two.
He leaned back, propped his elbow up on the armrest, and peered out the SUV's window.
Yeah, time is running out.
He repeated his thought as the SUV floated through the open dirt field.

What would be considered the best time of Treacherous's and Baby's lives was sadly coming to an end. Today was their last day in Miami and Baby had plans for the two of them. She had told Treacherous the previous night that she wanted to know what it felt like to just shop and have fun without caring about the cost. She knew it was just a matter of time before everything came to a screeching halt, and she knew they couldn't take it with them. Baby slipped on her new Chanel sunglasses she had just purchased as she trailed behind Treacherous. She nearly ran into the back of him when they exited the designer store.

“Bae, what's wrong?” a concerned Baby asked. She had noticed that Treacherous had cautiously looked in both directions each time they had exited a store, for the third time today.

Treacherous leaned toward Baby. “I think we're being followed. I been having this feeling all day. I feel like we're being watched.”

“Are you serious?” His words caught Baby by surprise.

“Yeah, I'm serious,” he confirmed. “Maybe we should get the fuck out of here tonight. I got a sixth sense for trouble.”

Baby grabbed hold of his hand. “Bae, everything is fine. No one is following us. We're all the way in motherfuckin' Miami. Neither one of us knows anyone here. I thought we were going to leave all of our problems back in Virginia. It's just paranoia.” Baby sighed.

Treacherous grimaced. “Everything just seems too perfect, you know?”

“That's because right now it is!” Baby exclaimed. This was their last night in Miami and she wanted to savor the moment. She was not ready to return to reality. She had been floating on cloud nine all weekend and didn't want it to end. “I feel it too, babe.” She smiled. “For the first time in a long-ass time, shit feels right! We good,” she bellowed. “We got money and we got each other and that's all that matters.”

Treacherous listened with no interruption. Baby smiled again. “Listen, bae, I know that good things in your life always come to a quick and abrupt end and you had a fucked-up life, but I'm here, baby. I'm not going anywhere. Never. That feeling that you're feeling is a feeling of peace and contentment. Just embrace it, baby. Relax,” Baby assured him.

Treacherous inhaled then exhaled.
Maybe she's right.
Things did seem too good to be true. The feeling was foreign to Treacherous. The more Baby talked the more he warmed up to just focusing on the moment, but he just couldn't shake the eerie feeling he had been having all day, since they had left the hotel. Something just didn't sit right with him. He knew they were far away from home, but it still didn't convince him that they weren't being watched. The entire time they shopped and enjoyed the day, Treacherous constantly was looking over his shoulder. He promised Baby that he would leave all of their problems in Virginia and enjoy the end of what was a weekend. Treacherous threw his arm around Baby's neck.

“You're right, bae.” He smiled.

For the rest of the day they shopped, ate, went to the water park, rode rides, and played games all day. They were having so much fun that Treacherous erased the notion that someone was following them earlier. By the time they returned to their hotel room, they were both worn out. They dreaded the fact that they had to pack.

The fairytale life they had been living all weekend came to an abrupt halt. Treacherous shifted the bags he was carrying in his left hand over to his right and inserted the room key in the electronic lockbox. He held the door for Baby, who entered the room. What happened next happened so fast, neither Treacherous nor Baby had time to react.

 

 

Treacherous was the first one to regain consciousness. His vision was blurry and he had a headache that had Excedrin written all over it. He grimaced and grabbed hold of the area where he had been hit in the head with the metal barrel part of his assailant's gun. Had it not been for the shot that was fired as he was struck, he would have thought he had been hit with a pipe of some sort. The explosion next to his ear still had it ringing. He flinched as his hand made contact with the open wound in the back of his head. He could feel the dried-up blood and puss that oozed out of the gash and onto the back of his head.

He was still trying to decipher what had actually happened. He remembered holding the door open for Baby before he saw her go crashing to the floor. The next thing he remembered was the blow that sent him plunging on top of her. Treacherous tried to focus. His vision began to return. The first thing that came to mind was Baby. He did a quick scan of the room. He noticed that it had been ransacked, but she was nowhere to be found. His heart rate began to increase. He tried to stand but his legs failed him on the first attempt. Once he regained control of his balance and was able to stand, he rushed to the room door and snatched it open. Both the car and their bikes were gone.

“Fuck!” Treacherous cried out. He couldn't believe this was happening. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he chanted. When he turned back around, he noticed the bathroom door was closed. For the first time in a long time, he was nervous and afraid. He cautiously tiptoed over toward the bathroom door. He didn't know what to expect.

Please don't let her be dead in there,
was all he could think about. Just the thought triggered something inside of him. Tears began to form and spill out of his eyes at the possibility. Treacherous wiped his face and grabbed hold of the bathroom door handle. He turned the knob but the door was locked.

“Baby?” he called out as he jiggled the door handle. There was no response.

Treacherous became engulfed with anger. All in one motion, he threw his weight into the door. When it flew open, Treacherous's eyes grew cold. A gagged and bound Baby was unconscious and bleeding from the forehead and mouth. Someone had tied her hands to the shower rod. Treacherous grabbed the shower rod with one hand and held Baby with the other. In one yank, he tore the shower rod from the wall. He scooped Baby up in his arms and carried her out of the bathroom.

“Baby?” he called out her name for a second time. “Wake up, babe,” he added in a loving tone. Still, there was no response. Treacherous laid Baby on the bed then went back into the bathroom area. He returned with warm and cold cloths. He wiped the blood from her head and mouth then placed the cold one onto Baby's forehead. Just then, reality set in.

Treacherous hopped up and ran over to the room's closet. “Shit!” he cursed. His eyes zeroed in on the closet's floor where the duffle bag should've been. His heart dropped into his stomach. Aside from the few hundred dollars he had in his pocket, that was all of the money he and Baby had left. His eyes shifted from the floor to the top shelf of the closet. Miraculously, the duffle containing the casino chips was still on the top shelf.

How the fuck could this happen?
he wondered. He knew it couldn't have been the police, because they'd be in handcuffs, and he knew it couldn't have been anybody in connection to the heist they had pulled back in Richmond because the casino chips would be gone and they would be dead. Treacherous realized he was not paranoid or bugging out earlier. He was now convinced that someone was in fact following them.

Treacherous pulled the duffle bag full of casino chips down. When he turned around, he saw Baby staring at him. He dropped the duffle and made his way back over to her.

“You okay?” Treacherous asked with concern in his tone.

“Yeah, I'll be fine.” Baby's voice was a little horse.

“What the fuck happened?” Treacherous asked hoping Baby could shed some light on the situation. Baby's facial expression to his question told him she knew something.

“That bitch! That's what happened!” Baby blurted out.

“Who?” a puzzled Treacherous asked. He had no idea what Baby was talking about.

“Tammy!” If looks could kill, when Baby spit her name, whoever the intended victim would have been would be six feet deep from her facial expression.

The mention of her name caused the hairs on the back of Treacherous's neck to rise. He couldn't believe his ears. She was the furthest thing from his mind, despite the fact that they had indulged in a threesome yesterday.
There's no way she could've done this by herself,
thought Treacherous. He also couldn't believe that one white girl had caught them slipping the way she had. He couldn't picture her delivering the blow that had knocked him temporarily unconscious.

“Are you serious?” It was more of a statement than a question. “How the fuck did she—”

“No!” Baby corrected him. “She wasn't alone. She had two big niggas with her,” she added.

“That explains it.” Treacherous gritted his teeth.

“Explains what?” Baby asked.

“They took everything. All of our clothes, the car, and the bikes.”

“That bitch!” Baby cursed.

Treacherous shook his head. “It's my fault. It's my fuckin' fault,” he repeated.

“What?” Baby shot him a crazy look. “What are you talking about?”

Treacherous continued to shake his head in disbelief. “I brought her here.” All he could think about was how Tammy had gotten to their room.

“Aww, bae, if anything, it's my fault.” Baby threw her arms around Treacherous's shoulders. “You brought her here.” Baby's words lingered. “Out of love for me,” she reminded him.

She now felt bad. She became stricken with shame. She placed her head on Treacherous's broad shoulder and closed her eyes. It had never dawned on her who the blame belonged to. But the reality was that had she not been having the feelings she had been and expressed them to Treacherous, there would have never been a Tammy. At that moment, Baby's resentment and hatred toward her mother resurfaced. Baby released her arms from around Treacherous and threw herself back onto the bed.

“You did this,” Baby cried. “You did this to me, you sick bitch!” she cursed her mother. She was in a blind rage. “I hate you! I hate you! I fuckin' hate you!” she ranted.

She banged her fists on the bed and began kicking and screaming hysterically. “I fuckin'—” She was zoned out so much that she didn't hear Treacherous or realize he was trying to calm her.

“I said chill!” Treacherous repeated for the umpteenth time. He hadn't seen Baby so spaced out since they had escaped from the mental institution.

The strong grip wrapped around her arms and the sound of Treacherous's voice brought her back to the present. Her once out-of-control breathing began to return to normal. Treacherous reached out for her. She welcomed his massive arms. Treacherous could feel her body jerking as Baby's tears soiled his shirt and dampened his chest. “Don't worry,” he said in a reassuring tone. “We're going to be okay.” He kissed her on the top of her head. “The last thing I need is you falling apart on me.” Treacherous squeezed her tightly. “Don't worry,” he repeated.

Baby broke free of him. She wiped her tears. “I'm good. I just had a moment.”

“Okay. That's my rider.” That was music to Treacherous's ears.

Baby forced a smile. She had fully calmed from the tantrum she had moments ago thrown. “So, what are we gonna do?” Baby wanted to know.

“Right now our options are limited.” Treacherous told her. He had already starting thinking of a plan B once reality had set in. Treacherous stood up and pulled out his wallet. “But I'm hoping our first option will be the only one,” he added as he retrieved what he believed to be their best option. Treacherous pulled out the white business card. He dialed the number and waited. After a few rings, Treacherous recognized the voice immediately.

“It's me, Treach,” Treacherous answered Ghetto Governor's question. He hadn't planned on using the information, let alone so soon, so he was a little uncomfortable about calling someone he barely knew, not knowing what to expect. The reaction to his name set Treacherous at ease. Treacherous got straight to the point. “I need your help,” Treacherous boomed into the speaker of his cell phone abruptly. There was dead silence for a second. The next words spoken meant everything to Treacherous. Ghetto Governor's response to his request was the one Treacherous was hoping for.