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  “Ayo, watch them hands, you know a nigga don’t be letting people touch my ass. Keep sucking this dick. It’s yours,” he explained as he pumped himself tight into my mouth with me gagging at every stroke. I then pulled it out and licked it up and down slowly. I licked all around the head and sucked on his tip for about five minutes. That shit drove him crazy. He looked down at me and smiled as he kindly stuck his piece back into my mouth to continue sucking.

  “Yo, eat this dick up. You gon’ let me cum in ya mouth?” he asked, still long-stroking his muscle in and out my mouth. I looked up at him as I noticed him looking down at me, ready to go to work. I deep throated him quickly as I shook my head obligingly.

  “Yeah, that’s my boy. You like this dick, don’t you?” he asked. I loved it when he talked dirty to me while we were having sex. I stroked my dick the whole time I sucked his. I grabbed the shaft of his muscle and licked it up and down like a lollipop as I sucked some more while jerking him at the same time. I was already starting to feel the tingling sensation in my dick so I knew that I needed to make this nigga bust a nut soon.

  “C’mon, man, eat dat dick,” he yelled as he placed both of his hands on the walls of the shower to brace himself for this lovely nut. When he would get loud, I knew that that was my cue to suck on it a little harder. The water continued to pour from the sprout as I jerked myself off and sucked him at the same time.

  “Oh shit,” he yelled as I felt all his semen rush from the shaft to the tip of his dick and into my mouth and down my throat. I then shot my load into the water that rushed down the drain.

  “Damn, that shit felt good,” he said as I got up from my knees and kissed my thug right in the mouth.

  I wrapped both of my arms around him as the water drenched us both. He did the same as he kissed me on my neck.

  “I love you so much, Darnell, I don’t know what I would do without you,” I said as I laid my head on his chest. My heart skipped a beat every time I would get mushy with him. This was only once in a blue moon because Darnell never went for that mushy shit.

  My nigga was all about gettin’ dat paper, smoking dro, and fuckin’ the shit out of me. That’s all he lived for and no matter how feminine I was or how flamboyant I dressed, he would let no one fuck with me.

  “I love you too, boo. But, look, I need you to help me with a favor,” he said, taking my chin and raising my head so my eyes could directly meet his. Our lips touched yet once again while the shower was running. The look in his eyes seemed so sincere that I would do anything for this man, even if it meant dying for this man.

  “Wassup? What’s wrong?” I asked with a puzzled look upon my face. We released from each other’s arms as he grabbed the soap and the sponge from the dish and began washing my back and my arms.

  “Nothing’s really wrong. I need you to help me plan out a few things; that’s all,” he said, now taking the soapy sponge and wiping down the crack of my ass.

  After making sure that my ass was squeaky clean, he then bent me over, letting my hands rest on the hot and cold knobs. He began eating my ass like he’d never eaten an ass before. I closed my eyes as my dick started to get hard again. I’d forgotten that he wanted to talk to me. After about ten minutes of ass eating, he was ready to put the head in, as if my sucking him off wasn’t enough.

  “Oh, Baby, that hurts,” I said, trying to get my anus ready for the big size of his dick.

  “C’mon, Baby, let Daddy in,” he said as he squeezed his semi-hard penis into my anus. The water was running heavily down our two bodies as he started to bang me from one side of the bathtub to the other.

  After he came for a second time, we both washed each other’s bodies and wrapped ourselves in oversized towels. Before we walked out of the bathroom he grabbed me from behind, letting his softness rub up against my ass and making my dick hard for a third time.

  “Thanks for the wash, Baby,” he said, holding me tight from the back. His arms were so thick and I felt safe being wrapped inside them.

  “It was my pleasure. Thanks for the relaxation,” I rebutted. I smeared the steam from the mirror with my hand, exposing my caramel face with his dark-skinned one as he stood directly behind me.

  I opened the medicine cabinet to get my deep cream moisturizer for my face, then began applying it as he watched me. I stopped.

  “What? What are you looking at?” He stood about six feet one with his chocolate-covered biceps.

  “Nothing,” he said, talking with his hands. “I want to know why you’re putting all that stuff on your face. I mean, you look good the way you are.”

  I smiled from ear to ear. “Oh, Darnell, thank you. That was so nice of you to say,” I said, giving him a kiss on his lips, then hopping back in front of the mirror. He then went into the room as I stood in front of the mirror gazing at my reflection. I started thinking of my future and how I would like to own my own hair salon one day. But the way these bills are kicking my ass now, I know that that day will never happen.

  “Juan, why are you looking like that?” Darnell asked. He ran back in the bathroom in his wife beater and boxers. Still, I didn’t take my eyes off my reflection in the mirror. “What are you thinking about?”

  “Darnell, do you know what my dream is?” I asked him as he came behind me and started to rub my shoulders.

  “Yes, Juan, I do know what your dream is.”

  “Well, what is it then?” I teased.

  “I know that someday you want to have a shop of your own,” he said.

  I turned around and smiled giving him a great big hug.

  We walked into my bedroom where he grabbed the sheets from the bed and uncovered two nine-millimeter handguns lying side by side with a red rose in the middle. My heart dropped. I turned toward his direction.

  “Darnell, why are these guns on my bed and where did they come from?” I asked, totally confused.

  “Juan, this was the favor I needed your help with. Baby, I need your help to rob a bank.”

  My eyes lit up full of rage at the thought of helping him rob a bank. “Darnell, I don’t know shit about robbing no damn banks,” I yelled. “Who the fuck do you think I am?” I asked before his backhand threw me across the room.

  I landed on the other side of the bed and began holding my jaw. The sting from his slap took my mind off the thoughts of my future when he came rushing over to me.

  “Get up,” he said with red eyes. I got up to stare him straight in his face, still holding on to my jaw. He grabbed both of my shoulders and guided me toward the bed where we both sat down.

  “Now, first of all, you’re going to lower your voice. Second, you said that there was nothing that you wouldn’t do for me.” I began to get scared because I had known what Darnell was capable of. The last time he and I had gotten into a fight, he’d slapped me on the face with an unopened beer can. It was only because I had wanted to go out with my friends to a party. But, of course, he declined as always.

  “I do love you,” I said, massaging my jaw. He picked up the rose and placed it between my fingers.

  “Well, Baby, if you love me, you will do this for me. Listen, I’m tired of being broke and not being able to take you to the places that you want to go. I feel bad sometimes because I can’t afford to get you the finer things in life. Baby, you deserve that. You deserve to have a man that can take care of you. That’s why I need you to help me to do this.” I held the rose up to my nose and took a deep sniff as a tear fell down the left side of my cheek.

  “Darnell, I would do anything for you but I don’t think I can rob a bank. I’m a Christian and I have morals,” I explained.

  “Baby, that Christian mess went out the window with this gay shit.” He gritted. “If there was ever a time where I needed you, this is the time. Baby, please, I’m begging you. We need to do this for us.” I held the rose to my nose again but this time I closed my eyes and took a longer sniff. “Juan, you won’t have to do anything. I’ll plan everything and all you have to do is be by my side
and play the wifey role. I swear, Baby, I’ll take care of you,” he said, looking deep into my eyes.

  I stared into his eyes.

  “Baby, what do you need me to do?”

  II

  BLOODY MONEY

  Friday, January 14, 2005

  12:41 p.m.

  “Get the fuck down,” yelled Darnell as he stomped his Timberland boot in the back of the white lady’s neck and pointed the gun at her head. All I could hear were loud screams that clouded me from hearing anything that went on around me.

  “Bitch, you heard him, now move,” I yelled to another white woman when Darnell jumped behind the teller station and grabbed yet another woman who seemed to be expecting a child. As Darnell yanked her up by her hair she screamed with fear.

  “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” spat Darnell as he continued to struggle with the pregnant woman before he threw her to the floor.

  My heart began pounding a mile a minute because I had never done anything like this. I often heard the saying that you have to be down for your man but I never knew that it involved robbing a bank. My hand was shaking faster and faster as I held my nine-millimeter handgun to the customer’s head. I glanced up at the clock on the wall of the Commerce Bank on Eighteenth and Walnut streets that read 12:45. I knew that in minutes the po-po would be here.

  “Fuck that,” yelled Darnell from behind the teller station when I heard two shots ring out and another woman scream. I saw the branch manager’s body hit the floor. A fifty-six-year-old African-American female who probably had a husband and three kids with two in college and one in the Army; she never saw it coming.

  “Yo, Jay, grab the bag, nigga,” demanded Darnell as I continued to stand in the same spot terrorized. I could not believe what I was seeing. The love of my life had shot and possibly killed someone in front of me. I continued to shake as I ran over to grab the bag from him.

  “Here, take this. I’ma go in the back and see if I see some more shit. Shoot the muthafuckin’ cameras,” he said, tossing the bag into my arms. Out of instinct, I turned my aim toward the security cameras and shot each lens out, watching the shattered glass fall to the floor.

  “That’s my dawg,” said Darnell, grabbing his member with one hand and holding the gun in the other. I could tell he was smiling, even through his black ski mask. Looking at my man in that sense made me hot.

  In the bank, five people lay with their chests tightly to the floor, scared for their lives. My face started to dampen from the wool ski mask that covered my identity. I took a step back to take note of the place in split seconds to find people crying, desks overturned, papers everywhere, and the last thing Darnell and I needed to hear were police sirens.

  “Ayo, D,” I yelled out toward the back room as I continued to point my gun at a few heads that popped up to see what was going on. By any means necessary I was gonna help my nigga get this loot.

  “All right, everybody, I’m gonna leave this muthafucka in silence,” said Darnell, coming from the back room with another bag full of money. A tear began to roll down my face as I saw the dead body lying on the floor like something from a horror film. “I’ma need everybody to stay down on the floor and remain there until we leave this muthafucka.”

  As each minute counted down to each second the four walls of this financial center were closing in tighter and tighter on me. I wanted all of this to be over but I knew what I needed to do in order to be a ride-or-die for my nigga.

  “Aight, J, let’s go,” he demanded. For some strange reason I couldn’t move. My feet were stuck in one spot. “Are you deaf, nigga? I said, let’s go.” He grabbed the back of my coat and I yelled, which triggered more screams from the customers and the one pregnant bank teller. The police sirens got louder.

  “Nigga, if we get caught, that’s gonna be ya ass. Now let’s go.”

  I snapped out of my trance and began to run in the same direction as him. My body tensed up and my mind started going crazy. It seemed like I was running in one spot. Was this all a dream? I couldn’t move. All I heard were police sirens that drowned the sound of Darnell screaming my name. I stood motionless.

  “Fuck,” Darnell screamed as he glanced out of the front picture window and saw a cop car graze the sidewalk. He quickly turned around and began running toward me, charging for the back door, when I heard a loud pop sound. The sound echoed again and, this time, Darnell fell face forward onto the floor.

  Darnell’s grunts sounded severe as I dropped to my knees and grabbed his head. People were still lying on the floor, covering themselves with their hands over their heads. My heart melted almost immediately as I saw the love of my life cough up blood, trying to hold on to his life.

  “Darnell, can you hear me, Baby?” I asked as I removed his ski mask. “Please, Baby, don’t leave me. Get up. We have to go,” I cried out. A few steps away from us stood a black gray-haired security guard who tried to gain control of the situation by filling my man with two bullets. I could tell that he was working on releasing the third bullet but this time I was his target.

  I reached down beside Darnell’s body and grabbed his gun without hesitation and filled the guard’s body with three bullets. I watched his body jerk back and forth a couple times before it went totally limp. All I heard were women screaming and Darnell’s sense of holding on. I threw the gun back on the floor once I saw that the guard was no longer moving.

  “Oh, my God, what have you done?” I screamed as the other people in the bank watched me like a hawk to see is I was still indeed trigger-happy. My ski mask soaked all my tears as I bent over to give Darnell one last kiss on his bloody lips. My body shook with agony and fear of not knowing what was gonna happen next. I closed my eyes as tight as I could as nostalgia went through my mind.

  How could the person with whom I shared my dreams of life be slipping away from my arms? I rocked his body back and forth as I continued to hear the police sirens draw nearer. I got up and grabbed both of the black trash bags full of money.

  The sun that shone brightly through the windows of the bank when we first walked in didn’t seem so bright anymore. I looked around at everyone’s face one last time before I fled to the back area where the bank tellers were. I pushed the chairs out of the way and stepped over the bank manager’s body, which lay face forward on the floor. Her black hair with red streaks covered her face.

  “Do you have a back door?” I screamed to the pregnant teller who didn’t know whether to answer me. She stood there in total shock as I noticed her crooked nametag, which read “Michelle Smith.” “I said, do you have a back door?” I yelled again but this time retrieving my loaded nine-millimeter and pointing it directly at her head.

  “Yes, it’s right through there,” she said, motioning in the direction of the employee lounge. Without saying another word, I turned and ran toward the back area past a kitchen where a television and a microwave sat on the counter. Once I arrived at the door that read “Emergency Exit Only,” I forcefully kicked the entire door open as the alarms flooded my ears in all different directions. I held both bags tight toward my chest and ran as fast as I could through the alleyway and onto the busy street.

  As I made my way toward the intersection at Rittenhouse Square, I saw what seemed like the entire police force bombarding the financial center. My running then became a slow walk as I carried myself, the two bags of money, and my memories of Darnell into the sunlight.

  III

  BUT THE BIG STORY ON ACTION NEWS TONIGHT…

  Friday, January 14, 2005

  6:00 p.m.

  “The most watched news around the Delaware Valley with your hosts—Lisa Thomas Laury and Rick Williams—here’s Channel 6 Action news.”

  “A fire erupted in a North Philadelphia home tonight, Osama Bin Laden is still on the loose, and author Reginald L. Hall is still continuing to sell millions of books all across the country. But the big story on Action News tonight is what started as a routine bank robbery that ended with three homicides. Denise James is li
ve on the scene at the Commerce Bank at Eighteenth and Walnut with the full story. Denise.”

  “Good evening, Rick, that is correct. I am down here at the Commerce Back at Eighteenth and Walnut where this branch was robbed earlier today. Not only is this a crime scene for a robbery but this is a scene where not one but three people were murdered during the robbery. The victims include bank security guard John McCants, a fifty-five-year-old from Chester, Pennsylvania; Darnell Rhodes, twenty-five of West Philadelphia, one of the said gunmen in this treacherous shootout; and branch manager Beverly Vaughn, fifty-four of Southwest Philadelphia.

  “Some of the customers were taken to University Hospital for medical treatment. From my understanding there is still another gunman on the loose. Bank officials confirm that there is one suspect remaining at large—sources say that the gunman got away with about one hundred fifty-thousand dollars. Live from Commerce Bank at Eighteenth and Walnut streets, Denise James with Channel 6 Action News.”

  IV

  CHÉ MYSTIC

  Friday, May 27, 2005

  10:55 p.m.

  “I hope that these bitches don’t think they’ll be dressed better than me at my grand opening of my muthafuckin’ salon,” I said to Anthony on the phone as I laid my clothes on the bed that I’d bought earlier that day.

  “Well, what are you going to wear? I hope that it’s not gonna be nothing too feminine or flashy.”

  “Bitch, I know your ass ain’t talkin’ ’bout nuffin’ too feminine or flashy. Not as much as you be out there shaking your ass with those niggas from the Five Spot with those tight clothes on,” I spat as we both started to giggle.

  “Whatever, you’re jealous because I’m stunning and I’m gonna turn your own party out tonight when I come up in there with my Diesel jeans on and my Lucky fitted shirt only buttoned halfway. Muthafuckas is not even gonna know your name,” Anthony said, laughing.