Maneater (20 page)

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ugar tore into the large white envelope and pulled out the paperwork inside.

“Gotcha motherfuckah!” she said under her breath as she read through the information contained in the commercial insurance policy. The signature at the bottom of the page looked damn good, and one of her best friends, who was a handwriting expert, had assured her it would hold up in court. If it ever came down to that. A wicked smirk passed over Sugar's pretty face as she checked the policy enforcement date and the coverage amount. The final play had been set in motion. She was about to kill the sweet act with Nap and hit that bastard right in his balls. No more free pussy for his stank ass, and no more showboating all around the city with her on his damn arm, neither. Nap was a grimy bastard and Sugar had hated him before she'd ever met him.

She slid the papers back into the envelope, then walked naked into the spare bedroom that Nap used as an office. The cheap bastard ran a multimillion-dollar company from a room no bigger than a closet simply because he was too tight with his money to pay rent on some real office space.

Well his tight ass was about to feel a squeeze, Sugar thought, with a laugh. He'd been complaining about production costs in the United States and bragging to every damn body who would listen about his little move to India. He'd already transferred all his inventory and high-value machinery to an international moving company, and now the asshole was the proud owner of three million dollars' worth of insurance on an empty fuckin' warehouse.

“Let's see.” Sugar giggled as she mentally ran down the checklist of charges that Nap was about to get slapped with: insurance fraud, tax evasion, falsified reports, money laundering, employee abuse, arson. Sugar had been real careful with the details of her little scheme. There were gas-soaked rags and a pair of his gym shoes waiting to be found in Nap's garage, and some plastic gloves and matches in the trunk of his car.

The best part of her plan had been the craziest part. Everybody knew how much Nap loved his whip. He drove around town in his lucky fuckin' football helmet looking retarded all the time. Well, Nap's luck had just run out. While Sugar had kept him occupied by sucking his dick and fucking his brains out, her boy from the projects had been driving around in Nap's car, wearing Nap's helmet. He'd driven past the empty warehouse three times, just to make sure he was seen, and not long after he drove away the last time, flames were seen shooting from the windows of the warehouse.

And right about now, Nap's dreams—no fuck that—his whole life was going up in smoke.

 

Tomere was in the shower washing his nuts, and for the eighth day in a row Honey was logged on to his laptop and hanging out in a chat room. Getting his password had been easy. Tomere kept careful records, and Honey had simply gone into his BlackBerry files and looked it up. She'd given him the screen name 2Mere100 and made sure he was a familiar presence in this particular chat room.

What are u wearing? Honey typed.

She'd been having an ongoing conversation with a girl named Ownlee13 for a week now. The girl supposedly lived outside of Montclair and they'd been laying out all the nasty shit they wanted to do to each other in bed.

Honey logged off the Internet just as Tomere walked into the bedroom.

“Let me do that,” she said, taking his towel and rubbing his back dry. “You feeling better now?”

Tomere reached around and patted her on the ass. It was rounder than most of the girls he was used to getting with, but that phat ass had grown on him and he was hopelessly stuck on that shit.

“Yeah. I'll be better when you let me get up in some of that.”

“Not yet,” Honey said, clutching her belly. There was no way in hell she was ever fuckin this niggah again! “My period is still too heavy. I'll be straight tomorrow, though.”

She draped her arms over his back and kissed his neck.

“I'll make it up to you, though. There are plenty of other things I can do to make you feel good, baby. You know that. But I need to ask you a favor first, okay?”

Tomere grunted. He wanted some pussy or some head or something. But he'd do anything for Honey, especially if it meant she'd use one of her unique tongue tricks on him later. “What kinda favor you need?”

“My aunt just called and my cousin Derrick is stranded in Montclair. He's only thirteen, but he snuck in the house with his little girlfriend after school, and her parents came home before he could sneak back out. He stayed in her bedroom closet for hours before he had enough sense to jump out her window. My aunt's car has a boot on the tire from getting too many parking tickets, and Derrick is too embarrassed to face her anyway. Could you go pick him up? He's hiding on the side of the girl's house.”

“Way in Montclair?”

“Yeah. I would go myself, but he's already ashamed and embarrassed. I think he'd be more comfortable dealing with a guy right now.”

Tomere stood up and pulled on a shirt. “Little nig just oughta be embarrassed. Sneaking up in some thirteen-year-old girl's house. What the fuck is this world coming to? I don't know what the hell that boy was thinking.”

Honey nodded and sighed. “Me neither. Feel free to knock him upside his head when you get there because I know my aunt won't mind.”

Tomere grabbed his keys. “These fuckin' kids these days,” he muttered. “They're even hornier than I was at that age.”

Honey grinned. “It's hard to believe that…judging by the way you put that thing down nowadays.” She thought about her friend Stacie, a police officer who worked in the child protection division of Internet safety and whose screen name was Ownlee13. Honey laughed like crazy inside.

“Here's the address,” she told Tomere with a smile. “It's sixteen eighty-nine Register. It's a big brown house down a private drive.”

 

Tomere sped toward Montclair with an old R. Kelly jam blasting from his whip. If he wasn't so fuckin' bent on Honey he would have put his foot in her cousin's young ass for having him out on the streets looking for him instead of being at home getting his brain delivered nice and juicy the way Honey always put it down.

Anticipation had his joint on rock, and he couldn't wait to get back home. Honey was on her period for the second time this month, but her top game was so perfect that whether he banged between her legs or pounded down her throat, it was all good either way.

Tomere was no stranger to Montclair. He'd gotten down with a young thang or two on this side of town on occasion, and he was familiar with the streets. He located Register Street with no problem and followed it straight across town until he found himself on a dark private drive. He flicked his high beams on and took the curved road slowly, wondering why the fuck a kid with no car would let himself get stranded so far away from any kind of transportation. The answer was pretty obvious: pussy. Tomere had made a few dumb decisions in the name of pussy himself, so he really couldn't fault the young buck too hard.

He was at the end of the drive when it opened up into a big clearing that contained a row of about five houses. The big brown house sat at the end, and Tomere hit his lights and pulled up beside it.

He figured the boy would see him and come running out to the car, but no dice. Tomere rolled down his window and scanned the bushes planted along the side of the house as he looked for the li'l asshole. Honey said the boy had jumped outta a bedroom window, and Tomere wondered if he was hurt or just hiding somewhere.

A second later a side door opened on the house and a kid stood silhouetted against the interior light.

“Tomere?” called the voice of a young girl, and he answered.

“Yeah,” Tomere said, wondering where in the fuck Sugar's cousin was and whether or not the girl's parents were still home.

“In here,” she said quickly, then disappeared leaving the door open.

“Shit!” Tomere cursed, getting out the whip. “Stupid mahfuckah supposed to be out here waiting for me!”

He stomped up the four stairs and into a brightly lit yellow and green kitchen, and to his surprise, instead of finding a teenage boy holding his dick in his hand, he was met by two grown men holding badges and handcuffs in theirs.

“You're under arrest,” the man with dark hair said grimly. “Turn around and put your hands in the air.”

Tomere laughed. Blow was a real dickhead. “What? My man set up this stupid stunt and my girl helped him?”

Out of nowhere three other men appeared. One snapped mad photos while the other two pointed their expensive video cameras at Tomere and let the tape roll.

Tomere shook his head. Blow had spent a gwap on this stunt. “I swear that niggah play too much. But he got me,” he said, turning to leave. “That niggah sick for real, though. He got me this time.”

A strong hand clamped down on Tomere's arm and he was jerked around. The man with dark hair slammed his elbow into Tomere's face then mushed a nine millimeter up his nose.

“You're under arrest!” he said again. “For sexual solicitation of a minor child. Now get your fuckin' hands in the air!”

“What?!?” Tomere's hands shot up and a hot bolt of piss soaked his drawers. The dudes with the camera clicked away. This wasn't one of Blow's stupid fuckin jokes! These cats was serious as shit!

“Cuff the sleazy motherfucker,” the older detective said to his dark-haired partner, and no matter how much Tomere cursed and protested, that's exactly what the fuck they did.

 

“You've got your passport, right?” Tee asked.

Blow nodded and touched his jacket pocket. “Right here.”

“Good,” she said as Blow loaded their two small suitcases into the car.

“This is the sweetest deal I've ever seen,” she exclaimed. “I just hope the guy holds it until we get there. You've gotta see it, baby!”

Her excitement was contagious and Blow was grinning from ear to ear. His girl was a genius. Fuck the fact that she had the hottest pussy in the world. Tee had a brain on her that worked like a computer. She was instinctive about making money and could sniff out a good deal thousands of miles away. Already she'd found him so many lucrative properties that his net income had soared. Blow saw the future in his baby's eyes, and it had dollar signs written all over it.

“I got a game tomorrow evening, baby. We'll be back on time, right?” he asked.

Tee nodded. “I booked the earliest flight I could find,” she said as he drove toward the airport. “Mexico is still pretty hot this time of year, so I rented a one-day villa on the ocean just in case we have time to catch a quick scuba-diving tour before our flight leaves, okay?”

Blow laughed to himself. Tee wouldn't admit it, but the girl was definitely mixed with something because sisters weren't into scuba diving and they damn sure didn't choose vacation excursions where they were liable to get their hair wet.

“You're sure we can bypass the Mexican taxes, right?” Blow asked. He could have kissed Tee when she nodded yes. He stood to make a gwap on this transaction and although the money was good in real estate investments, he'd always wanted to be a real estate developer.

“Absolutely,” she answered. “So many states have passed anti–illegal immigration laws, it's unreal. Illegal Mexicans are being deported like they're Haitians or something. Whole families are being forced to head south. They need housing when they cross the border, and that's where you come in.” Tee put her hand on top of his and smiled. “Good thing you're the kind of man who can get his hands on a lot of cash, Byron. That's gonna be a big plus in our favor because not a lot of investors know about this opportunity, and out of those who do, not many of them can come up with the cash at the drop of a hat.”

Blow felt a surge of energy run through him. Every last illegal thing he'd done over the past few years was about to bear fruit. Tee had gotten the phone call only hours earlier, and she'd been waiting at the door with their things packed and ready to go when he came home. He'd never seen her so hyped about a deal before, and he hoped like hell that he was the first investor on the ground.

Blow rubbed her fingers in excitement, then took her hand and placed it in his lap. His baby was good. He didn't have to say a word. He didn't have to worry about the size of his dick, either, because Tee always made him feel like nobody else had ever fucked her so good.

Her hand moved around in his lap, and then cool air hit his crotch.

“Lemme slide back,” Blow whispered, keeping his eyes on the road while adjusting his seat and anticipating the dick licking he was about to get.

He sucked his breath in sharply as Tee freed his dick and lowered her head to his lap. Her lips were wet and warm as she sucked his swollen dick into her mouth, and Blow couldn't help moaning out loud.

Tee's top game was fuckin' superb, and Blow fought to maintain control of the car as he humped into her mouth. He smiled as he busted a nice long nut and felt her jaws contracting as she swallowed every drop.

This girl was good, Blow thought. Too damned good. He was gonna have to put a ring on her finger soon or risk somebody else snatching her up. He grinned as she tucked his limp dick away, then sat up and kissed his lips. She opened the overhead mirror and hummed a song as she fixed her make-up and rearranged her hair. Blow adjusted the driver's seat again and concentrated on getting to the airport. He had mad appreciation for the woman who was sitting by his side, and as soon as they got back home he planned to shop for an engagement ring so he could tell her so.