The Block (18 page)

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Authors: Treasure Hernandez

Gruff heard cop sirens getting louder and louder. He quickly emptied the rest of his clip in Maine's car as he backpedaled back to his car. Then he hopped in and burned rubber.
 
 
Tone walked out to the visiting room, and a big smile appeared across his face when he spotted his baby. “Hey, baby,” Tone said, giving Serena a big kiss. “How you feeling?”
“Not too good,” Serena said as she sat down.
“Talk to me. What's up?”
“Maine came to see me the other day and he was short with the money again.”
“How short?”
“About ten thousand,” Serena answered. “They only doing that because you in here.”
“A'ight, this how we going to do this. They come up short again, and they don't get no more product.”
Serena took a sip from her soda. “Then what are we going to do for money?”
“I'll think of something. I been trying to get in contact with my father, and he hasn't been taking my calls.”
“What's that all about?”
“I don't know, but trust me, I'm going to find out,” Tone said, holding on to Serena's hands. “Six more months and all this shit is over.”
“I know. I been counting down every day.”
“Don't you worry about nothing. I'ma take care of everything when I get home.”
“I know you are, baby,” Serena said, tears rolling down her face.
“Why you crying for, baby?”
“Because I miss you.” Serena sobbed. “I been so lonely without you, it feels like my life is over. When you come home my life can finally start again.”
“It's going to be okay. We done made it this far. This last six months ain't shit, but I need you to continue to stay strong for your king. Can you do that for me?”
Serena nodded her head yes. “I just want to jump across this table and fuck the shit out of you!” she said through clenched teeth.
“Don't talk to me like that.” Tone bit his bottom lip. “You know that shit turns me the fuck on.”
“It is so on when you get home.”
Just then the C.O. announced the end of visiting hours.
“Six more months, baby.” Tone hugged Serena tight, gripping both of her ass cheeks.
“I can't wait.” Serena gave Tone a big juicy kiss before exiting the visiting room.
 
 
“You wanted to see us,” Young Mike said, as him and Harlem stood side by side in front of Detective Abraham's desk.
“My boy Maine is laid up in the hospital right now, and I don't know how or why,” Detective Abraham said. “They found a gun in his car, so he's under investigation and handcuffed to his fuckin' hospital bed. What I need y'all to do is go and get me some answers.”
“I got you,” Young Mike said.
“I don't care what y'all have to do to find some answers. Just do it!”
“I'm on it,” Young Mike said, and him and Harlem hit the streets looking for answers.
Once the two left, Detective Abraham helped himself to a drink. As he sat he thought on ways he could have Ice-T murdered. His thoughts were quickly interrupted when he heard somebody knocking at his door. Detective Abraham looked through his peephole then opened the door.
“Hey, Detective,” Serena said, standing outside of Detective Abraham's door. “May I come in?”
“Sure.” Detective Abraham stepped to the side, so she could enter. “So what's on your mind?” He held out the Hennessy bottle toward her.
“No, thank you,” Serena said politely.
“So how can I help you?”
“It's the money. These last three times I haven't been getting what me and Tone was supposed to get.”
“We had to take a few losses,” Detective Abraham said quickly. “We been having a few problems with a few people, but now we back on the right track.”
“No disrespect, but that has nothing to do with me. Shit get messed up, you supposed to take the loss, never the connect.”
“Listen, sweetie, you ain't the one out there in them streets, sweetheart, so don't come up in here with all that attitude.”
“Ain't no attitude. I just want you to stick to the agreement and give me what you supposed to, or else I'm going to take my product and walk. Business is business.”
Detective Abraham looked Serena up and down like she was beneath him. He yelled, “Don't walk up in here threatening me. Bitch, I told you shit was just a little fucked up, but we got shit back on track now!”
“Don't talk to me like that,” Serena said, checking the detective. “Tone is your child, not me. All I want to know is, can I have the money you owe me?”
“I don't have it right now. I told you we had a little problem, but that's all taken care of now.”
Serena could tell he was lying. She looked around and immediately got angry. Detective Abraham had a house full of new shit, but was playing games with her money. “You got my money or not?”
“I just told you, I don't have it.”
“Fuck you then! You can kiss this good coke good-bye.”
“Fuck you, bitch! You wasn't shit but an experiment anyway. The only reason Tone even talked to you in the first place was because I told him we knew all about you and your family's drug history. We used you!”
“You're a fuckin' liar. Tone isn't like that.”
“You stupid bitch, we knew all about you and how your family don't deal with our kind. You were an experiment the whole time, so fuck you and your coke. You can shove it up your ass. I done already made enough money off you that I can retire.”
“You're a fuckin' liar!” Serena cried as she turned and headed for the door.
“Whatever, bitch!” Detective Abraham yelled out. “Thanks for the money.” He laughed as he watched Serena exit his home.
That can't be true
, Serena thought to herself over and over again as she drove off and headed straight up to the jail. She had questions, and Tone was about to give her some answers.
 
 
Styles was cooking some Oodles & Oodles with tuna fish inside. “So what's the first thing you going to do when you get out?”
“Nigga, I'm going straight to Popeyes.” Just thinking about their chicken brought a smile to Tone's face.
“I'm going straight to the soul food restaurant.” Styles started busting down his Oodles & Oodles.
A C.O. walked up to their cell. “You got a visit,” his voice boomed.
“Who?” Tone asked 'cause the C.O. didn't say a name.
“You!” the C.O. said, pointing at Tone.
“A'ight, give me a second.” Tone threw on his State-green button-up shirt and brushed his waves. Then he gave Styles a pound. “Holla at you when I get back,” he said, following the C.O. down to the visiting room.
Tone stepped foot in the visiting room and immediately spotted his baby. “Hey, baby,” he said, his arms open for a hug.
“Sit down!” Serena growled.
“What's wrong?” Tone asked, helping himself to his seat.
Serena cut straight to the point. “Why did you start dealing with me?”
“What you mean, baby?” Tone said, a confused look on his face.
“Don't play stupid with me!” Serena yelled, getting stares from the other visitors.
“Were you only dealing with me 'cause you knew I had access to that butter?”
Tone looked over both shoulders. “Lower your voice. Are you gonna act like you got some sense, if I tell you the truth?”
“Just spit it out!”
“Okay, at first my father put me on you, hoping I could get access to that butter. But as soon as I got a chance to spend time with you, I knew you was the one for me.”
Serena shook her head in disgust. “I look stupid to you?”
“Baby, I swear to you, I haven't touched another woman since I met you.”
“I thought what we had was real.” Serena looked at Tone like he had the mumps all over his face. “You just like the rest of these niggas out here!”
“That's bullshit, and you know it. I made a fuckin' mistake, and I really need you to forgive me.”
“I can't.” Serena stood to her feet. “You fucked everything up.”
“Don't do this, baby. All I got is thirty days left until I get out. I need you to stay strong for your man.”
”I can't do this anymore. Your father already told me everything, Tone, so you can save your lies.” Serena turned and headed for the door.
As Serena exited the visiting room, Tone yelled at her back, “Thirty more days, baby!”
Chapter 17
Gruff slid out of his car and slowly crept up on the house he'd been watching for a week straight. He kicked open the back door and bum-rushed the crib. Inside he saw a house full of people sitting in the living room watching the Floyd Mayweather fight.
Gruff yelled, “Everybody on the floor now!” He popped a shot into the ceiling.
POW!
He pulled out a roll of duct tape from his hoodie pocket and one by one taped the hands of every person in the crib.
He aimed his 9 mm at the head of the owner of the house. “Where the stash at?”
“Upstairs in the safe,” the owner huffed, mad that he had been caught slipping.
“Don't give me no fuckin' attitude!” Gruff kicked the owner in his face.
Gruff headed upstairs to check out the safe. After he cleaned it out, he headed back downstairs and was stopped in mid-stride when he reached the living room.
“Don't take another step, fam!” a man wearing a ski mask barked, holding Gruff at gunpoint. “Drop that gun!”
“Listen, you don't know what you doing—”
POW!
The gunman fired a round close to Gruff's head. “Nigga, I said drop the muthafuckin' gun!”
Gruff put the gun down, a smile on his face. “You making a mistake.”
“I know,” the gunman said in an uninterested tone. “Hand over that bag.”
After Gruff tossed the bag at the gunman's feet, the gunman then picked up the duct tape and walked toward Gruff.
“Nah, you not taping me up,” Gruff told him. “I got warrants. Take the money, but you not taping me up. You gon' have to shoot me before I go back to jail.”
“Either get taped up or clapped up.” The gunman looked at Gruff for an answer.
Gruff smirked. “Do what you gotta do.”
POW! POW!
The gunman dropped Gruff with two shots to his chest. He then snatched the moneybag from off the floor. “Y'all have a nice day,” he said, heading for the door.
“Don't move, muthafucka!” Gruff yelled from his knees as he aimed his other 9 at the gunman's back. “Drop the gun, and that money!” He winced in pain as he made his way over to the gunman.
The gunman quickly dropped both the gun and the moneybag.
Gruff picked up the moneybag then pressed his gun to the back of the gunman's head. “Let's go!” he ordered.
They hopped in the gunman's car.
“Drive!” Gruff said from the backseat, holding his chest.
“Where am I driving to?” the gunman asked.
“Your crib.”
 
 
The gunman pulled up in front of his crib and let the engine die. “Man, is you gon' kill me or what?”
“Shut the fuck up and get out the car!”
Gruff escorted the gunman to his front door. “Nice-looking house you got here,” Gruff said as they stepped inside.
He snatched off the gunman's ski mask and pushed him down on the couch. “You got two choices,” Gruff began. “One, you die, or two, you become my partner, and we can get this money.”
“Why would you want me to be partners with you after I just shot you?” the gunman asked.
“Because you got that fire inside of you, and I like how you just shoot instead of making empty threats.” Gruff smiled as he peeled off his Kevlar bulletproof vest. “Plus, I need a nigga to watch my back, so a nigga like you can't never creep up on me. A nigga that ain't scared to let them thangs fly. So what's it going to be?” Gruff aimed his 9 mm at the gunman's head.
“Let's get this money,” the gunman said with a smile.
“What's your name?” Gruff asked.
“Yayo.”
“You got what it takes, kid,” Gruff told him. “Stick with me and I'll take you straight to the top.”
“Sorry for shooting you,” Yayo said as he headed toward the kitchen to make himself a drink.
“You had to do what you had to do.”
After Gruff had counted out the money he had just stole, he said, “Here,” and tossed Yayo his half.
“Good looking,” Yayo said, accepting the money.
“How did you know about that lick?”
“I been watching that house for the last two weeks,” Yayo replied. “I saw you casing the joint for about a week. I would've been made my move, but I had to wait to see what you was going to do first.” He paused. “I ain't know if you was a cop or what, know what I mean?”
“I feel you.”
“So once I saw that you wasn't police, I made my move,” Yayo said simply.
Gruff helped himself to a shot of Hennessy. “So who's next on your list?”
“Some cat named Ice-T.”
“Ice-T?” Gruff repeated. “Never heard of him.”
“Word?” Yayo said in disbelief. “Him and crew getting big money and I need in.”
Gruff smiled. “If it makes dollars, then it always make sense.”
“Fuck! Let's go get that money!” Yayo threw his shot back.
 
 
“Muthafuckas!” Maine growled as one of his soldiers pushed him out of the courtroom in his wheelchair out into the parking lot.
Detective Abraham sat in an all-black truck with tinted windows. He cracked the window before he spoke. “What it's looking like?”
“Them fuckin' crackers talking about seven years.”
“Damn! Seven years for one gun?” Detective Abraham asked, making sure he heard right.
“Yeah, talking about, 'cause it had a silencer on it.” A tear escaped Maine's eye. “I ain't going to be able to make it in jail for seven years in a fuckin' wheelchair!”
“Don't worry about no money,” Detective Abraham said. “Whatever you need, I'll take care of it for you.”
“I ain't worried about no money. I got four hundred grand stashed away in my crib. I can't do shit with that money in a fuckin' wheelchair.”
“Everything going to be fine. Swing by my house later so we can talk,” Detective Abraham said as he pulled off.
Maine sat in his wheelchair in the parking lot and just cried his eyes out.
“Today is the big day,” Styles said with a smile as he watched Tone pack up his shit.
“I finally get my life back after three and a half years,” Tone said. He was getting released early for good behavior.
“You still haven't heard from Serena?”
“Nah, she don't want nothing to do with me no more, and it's all my fault.”
“You going to be all right,” Styles said, trying to cheer up his friend. “At least you can talk to her now if you want, 'cause you on the outside. You can't do shit from in here.”
“She probably done went back to Los Angeles. She ain't have no reason to stay up here, now that she ain't fuckin' with me.”
“Keep your head up,” Styles said, patting Tone on his back. “It ain't the end of the world.”
“When you get up outta here, you better holla at me.” Tone gave Styles a pound and a hug.
“Shit, I get out next month, so I'll be seeing you soon.” Styles watched his friend and cell mate make his exit.
An hour later Tone was able to sign his release papers and walk out the front door. Tone was released with about thirteen other inmates. He stepped outside and saw some inmates kissing and hugging their loved ones. A few of them didn't have nobody to pick them up, and Tone fell into that pile.
Tone headed toward the bus station, which was only about three miles away. As he walked, he heard a car pull up behind him and beep the horn. He didn't look back, thinking it was for another inmate, but when the horn beeped again, he turned around and saw Serena stepping out of the driver's seat of the Range Rover, looking as sexy as ever. She ran up to Tone and jumped up on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
“I missed you so much,” she cried, as she held on as tight as she could.
“I love you, baby, and I promise it's just us from now on.” Tone carried her back to the Range Rover and tongued her down.
“Promise you will never hurt me again.”
“I promise you, baby.”
Serena hopped back in the driver's seat. “Come on, let's get you as far away from this place as possible.”
Two hours later Serena pulled up in the driveway of their crib, and that's when Tone saw the brand-new all-black 2011 Infiniti G35 coupe.
“Damn! That's for me?”
“Yup.” Serena smiled. “My daddy's welcome-home gift.”
As soon as Tone stepped foot in the crib, he went straight to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of wine, popped the cork and guzzled straight from the bottle. “Damn! That shit good!” Tone yelled like an animal.
“That taste good?”
“Hell yeah.” Tone took another guzzle.
“I got something that taste better.” Serena walked off, motioning with her finger for Tone to follow her.
Tone took about three more long swigs from the bottle before he headed back to the bedroom. When he got there, all Serena had on was a red thong to match her red fingernails and toenails.
“Damn! You so fuckin' sexy,” Tone said through clenched teeth. He pulled Serena in close and tongued her down.
Serena moaned as she massaged Tone's dick through his jeans.
“Fuck this shit!” Tone quickly melted down to his knees and pushed Serena back on the bed. He quickly snatched her thong off. The first thing he did was gently kiss all over Serena's soaking-wet pussy. Tone then rubbed his face all in her juices before he went to work. He licked and sucked all over Serena's clitoris as he stuck two fingers inside of her walls.
“Ooooh shit!” Serena moaned as she squeezed on her titties, sucking on one of her nipples. “Damn, daddy! Eat your pussy!”
Tone moved his tongue like a rattlesnake, moving his head from side to side, as he sucked on Serena's pussy, forcing her to release in his mouth.
“You like how this pussy taste, daddy?”
Tone moaned, “Mmm-hmm.”
“I need to feel that dick!” Serena pushed Tone's face away from her pussy and crawled up on the bed on all fours.
Tone wiped his mouth as he climbed up on the bed and slowly eased his way inside Serena's sopping wet pussy. At first he started off with slow, long strokes, but once he got into his rhythm, he sped up his strokes, pumping in and out of Serena with force and slapping her ass.
“You missed your daddy?”
“Yeees!” Serena groaned, throwing the pussy right back at him.
Tone tore the pussy up for about three more minutes, until he exploded inside of Serena.
“Oh my God,” Serena said, catching her breath. “Damn! I forgot how good that dick was.”
“Nah, I forgot how good my pussy was.” Tone walked to the bathroom butt naked so he could take a shower.
After Tone got out the shower, he threw on one of his new outfits that Serena brought for him. As he heard her getting in the shower, he went back downstairs and grabbed his bottle of wine from off the counter and picked up where he left off.
Tone looked over at the door with his face crumpled up when he heard somebody knocking on it. He walked over to the door and snatched it open without looking through the peephole. On the other side of the door stood Young Mike and Harlem.
“I told you my man came home today,” Young Mike said as he hugged Tone.
“My niggas, what's good?” Tone said, hugging both men.

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