Crave All Lose All (25 page)

I heard dial tone. She hung up. I got nervous. Melissa going to the police would open up a can of worms.

I kept her threats to myself for a few days. She was wilding out. I had to understand her pain. I was going through it also.

I stood by the bar nursing a shot of Hennessy in my hand. The party was jumping all around me. I couldn’t be a part of it. I was in a different zone. Shae was dancing with a few of the girls she knew. She looked magnificent in the red Ruched dress that I got for her with the chain back detail, complemented by red pumps.

For a short moment, I admired her from the bar loving the way she moved and looked. She wasn’t Chandra but she was a beautiful, arm-candy and wifey.

Tyriq was drinking a bottle of Moet, his arm around Iris. She stood tall and lovely in a metallic cowl neck dress. Her long graceful hair flowing down to her shoulders—her big tits and slim figure made that dress fit her perfectly. She sought my eye and threw me a smile.

I nodded, turning my attention away from them, finally tossing back the Hennessy. The deejay was playing old school, Big Daddy Kane’s,
Ain’t
No Half-Stepping
. It was forty minutes from the New Year’s countdown and the crowd was definitely ready for ‘03 to come.

“I see you’re having a good time,” Iris said.

She stood next to me and ordered an Absolut Peach.

“I’m having a ball,” I replied sarcasm dripping.

I glanced around for wifey and heard Iris say, “She’s still on the dance floor having a good time. Tyriq went to talk to some friends outside. Are you nervous?”

A chuckle escaped my quivering lips.

“Have a drink with me,” she said grabbing her drink.

“What’s good?” I asked.

“You tell me,” she replied.

“Look, I got a lot of shit on my mind right now, and being seen alone wit’ you, is only goin’ to make my situation worse,” I admitted.

“Talk to me, maybe we can help each other out.”

I chuckled again. “How can you help me?”

“You’ll be surprised about the things I can do.” She flashed me a flirtatious smile and took a sip.

“You’re just Tyriq’s bitch…nothing personal”

“Boo, don’t get it twisted, I’ve been on these streets for a long time and I know who to fuck to get what I want,” she said.

Iris was a bad bitch but I knew she was trouble. There was a mystique about her that had me a curious. I knew she was from the streets, looking at her and talking to her, I knew she wasn’t as naive as I thought. She was young but had that same bad-ass bitch attitude as Cashmere.

“I like your swagger, Vince. To be honest, I had my eyes on you the first time we met,” she admitted.

“And…?”

“We need to talk. I know about the drought Tyriq got y’all niggas on. I know about your Philly connections. You tired of being on that nigga’s leash?”

“I ain’t on no one’s fucking leash,” I spat.

“We’ll see,” she smiled staring at me with unbelieving eyes. “I watched you step up within months. You getting it and I know you got what it takes to run an organization.”

“And…?”

“Listen, we can talk later but if you want meet me downstairs in five minutes. You know where…we can finish this talk in private,” she said then sashaying away.

My eyes followed her backside and her strut through the crowd. I loved her sex appeal and realized it came with smarts. My dick got hard just looking at her. Knowing and loving that it was new pussy. And New pussy could be trouble, especially when it belongs to Tyriq. Temptation stirred my heart. It was risky. Sometimes it felt like I love risks.

I glanced around, searching for Shae or Tyriq. Shae was getting her groove on, dancing with her home girls and I thought, damn, she can dance. I didn’t see Tyriq.

The thought of fucking this bitch replaced Spoon on my mind. I downed another shot of Hennessy and skated away from the bar, disappearing into the crowd and making my way downstairs. It was easy access. The bouncers knew me and they didn’t say anything as I moved passed them. I walked down the stairs to my own private party.

Downstairs was a smaller club, unused for the night. The lights were dimmed. My heart rate increased as I moved toward the back office. The lights were on and the door ajar. I made my way into the office and saw Iris seated on top of the desk with her dress pulled up slightly. Her legs were partly opened.

“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint,” she smiled.

“We gotta make this quick,” I said. It was twenty minutes to midnight and I needed to be with wifey.

“Don’t worry…It’ll be pleasure before business,” she said approaching me.

I threw my arms around her and shoved my tongue down her throat. I reached down and squeezed her phat round ass like a piece of juicy fruit in my hands. I then slid my hands under her dress only to discover, she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Iris began sucking and biting on my neck like she was a fucking vampire. I had to pull her off of me, not wanting any marks for wifey to see and said, “Chill, I don’t want no fuck marks on me.”

She flashed a devilish smile and started undoing my pants. I didn’t
resist. I felt her hand digging into my jeans and allowed her soft manicured hand to grip around my growing erection.

“Umm…you’re big,” she whispered.

I moaned, loving the way she was handling my member. She slowly jerked me off and then when I was hard like stone, she pulled down my pants and with my dick fully out and ready for action. She walked away from me.

My eyes followed her every move and she went over to the desk, pulled up her metallic dress to her hips, giving me a full view of that ass. Then she slowly curved her back over, gripped the desk and said, “Now fuck me!”

Her pussy was phat and nice like a Biggie rhyme. I stepped out my jeans and boxers and walked to her. I gripped her hip, with my fist around my dick and slowly slid into her pussy raw like meat. I was wilding, but the only thing I cared about was fucking new pussy.

“Oooh,” she cried throwing pussy back at me.

Her shit was wet and tight and we went at it—fucking our brains out with the New Year only eighteen minutes away. I needed to hurry so I moved like a jack hammer. I had that bitch hollering and screaming so loud, you thought that she was getting murdered. The loud, thunderous and deafening music coming from upstairs drowned our actions.

I continued to thrust into her, and was constantly keeping check of the time.

“Fuck me!” Iris screamed.

I did, gripping her hips cupping her huge tits and throwing everything I had in her. I was smacking her ass and pounding out the pussy. I needed to hurry it up. I pushed my dick deep into her and Iris jumped, loving how long my dick stretched her.

“I’m cumming!” I exclaimed, glancing at the time. I had ten minutes.

“Do that shit….Oooh, do that shit,” she shrieked, with her head against the desk and her ass in the air.

I felt that pussy getting wetter and tightening up. She had an orgasm and after a few more thrusts, I exploded into her without pulling out. Her pussy was so good, I felt my knees buckling. Now was not the time to be vulnerable.

I pulled out and got dressed as fast as I could. I then dashed into the bathroom to wash my face and wash the scent of new pussy from my dick.

It was five minute to midnight. I checked myself in the mirror. I was satisfied and darted back upstairs to look for Shae. The crowd was crazy but I navigated my way keeping an eye out for wifey. I spotted her by the bar, holding two glasses filled with champagne.

“Hey boo,” I greeted, rushing up to her.

“Vincent, where were you? I was looking all over for you,” she said.

“Outside getting some air,” I lied.

“Here…” She passed me a glass of champagne.

I held her close in my arms and was getting ready for the countdown. I saw Tyriq up on the stage gripping another bottle of Moet and standing with his peoples and bitches. I looked over and saw Iris making her way toward the crowded stage. She was trying not to appear like she had just been fucked crazy. She moved up on stage and nestled against Tyriq. They looked like the perfect thug couple.

“Ayyite …y’all ready for 2003?” Tyriq shouted over the mic.

The crowd got loud and shouted, “Hells Yeah.”

The deejay was playing Biggie and P. Diddy,
All about the Benjamin’s
, the crowd was hyped, everyone dancing and waiting for the New Year.

“We gettin’ money … Ayyite we get that money…we gettin’ that money,” Tyriq sang out.

I looked up at him and smirked, knowing I fucked his woman, and it felt good doing it.

“Here we go…everybody make sure them glasses are filled. We about to go hard for 03, y’all ready?” the deejay shouted.

The music was blaring and the crowd was going berserk. Soon the countdown to 2003 began. I held Shae in my arms. Our drinks clutched in our hands and prepared myself for the blowout.

“…7-6-5-4-3-2-1—HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

The crowd shouted. Bottles popped and everyone started downing champagne and the revelry was on in the club.

The music got louder and the deejay played hot mixes. I downed my champagne and hugged Shae close to me and said to her, “Happy New Year, baby.”

“Happy New Year,” she returned. We kissed and I hugged her.

I looked over at the stage and saw Iris looking at me with a smirk on her face. Tyriq then turned and looked at me and then he raised his bottle in my direction and shouted out, “Happy New Year, my nigga.”

I gave a head nod acting like it was all good, “Happy New Year,” I shouted.

The New Year wouldn’t be the same without Spoon around. Here I was in a crowded club with friends and my girl but without my homey it didn’t feel right.

I remember last year I spent the New Year with Chandra, my son, my moms, and Aunt Linda at the crib. We drank wine, watched movies, talked and laughed. I had a good time without going to the club and getting drunk. Spoon came by to see the family New Years day, and it was great having him around. My family loved him.

Now, there would be no more of those happy times with family and friends. Everything had changed dramatically. I’ve changed considerably. I probably have committed every sin known to man.

Last year’s drama was carried forward to the New Year. Two days after the New Year ‘03. Melissa was running her mouth about Spoon being murdered and was positive that Tyriq had something to do with it. I was his lackey to help cover it up. She even put up a fifty-thousand dollar reward on the streets for information about Spoon’s sudden disappearance.

The murder of the daughter of the DEA agent wasn’t going away. The feds and cops were still on niggas asses trying to find the culprits. They raided drug spots pressuring informants to give them something. I had my speculations about Tip’s involvement in the murder.

Inf was becoming a pain in my ass. Philly was a hot market and he couldn’t afford to let his product run dry. He was getting desperate—shit, I was desperate. Since finding out that Spoon was snitching to the feds, Tyriq had become paranoid. The nigga was acting like everybody was turning against him. I was starting to think that he was getting crazy. He wanted to kill a few more people just to make sure niggas weren’t setting him up.

I got an unexpected visit from two federal agents. Pena and Smith wanted to ask me questions about Spoon’s whereabouts. I knew nothing. They tried to pressure me into giving them something. I wasn’t in the game long enough for them to suspect anything. Spoon’s disappearance had the streets talking. Foul play was suspected by our hands or rivals.

Tyriq blamed Law for Spoon’s death, possibly as payback for PR’s murder. I murdered PR and that was kept on hush. Tyriq needed a scapegoat and pointed fingers at Law, a rival dealer from Hollis who had a grudge against us since forever.