Addicted to a Detroit Savage 3 Read online

  “Aight, where you want to meet?”

  “You east or west?”

  “I’m west right now, near 75.”

  “You can meet me on Seven Mile and Woodward where the old McDonald’s used to be,” he said before he disconnected the call.

  Johnny pulled up within 15 minutes of ending the call. Eric was already there in an all-black unmarked Detroit Police squad car. He rolled his window down to stare in the familiar face he saw.

  “So, you ain’t trying set me up, are you?” Johnny asked as he contemplated on doing work with a cop. He wasn’t into working with them pigs.

  “Set you up? Pfft,” he flapped his lips. “I’m one of the dirtiest motherfuckas on the force. If you go down, I go down with you,” Eric said, touching his chin.

  “I really don’t let new motherfuckas in the circle, especially if you a cop. Don’t take it personal, that’s just how I’m cut,” Johnny said.

  “Understandable, well we had your name under radar to bust your operation and take you upstate just like we did your father in 03. I—”

  “Say I won’t kill your ass right here in front of all these people driving in this area!” Johnny held his Desert Eagle in Eric’s face.

  “Wait, I said I wanted to work for you, not be killed!” Eric said.

  “Then what the fuck was your purpose of threatening me? If my reputation proceeds me in the streets like you said, then motherfucka you know not to threaten me!”

  “Alright, enough of the hard shit. Meet me at this location at 6 pm sharp!” Eric scribbled an address on a piece of paper before handing it to him. He then continued to pull off into traffic before his squad detected he was on some foul shit.

  Johnny scoffed and pulled off behind him. He went straight to his warehouse on Vandyke and Lynch to check on his female workers, not that he gave a damn about them. He still had to conduct business since he was back to running things. When he pulled up, he walked into the cold warehouse. The naked women were talking amongst themselves while packaging the product. When they saw Johnny enter the room, they immediately got quiet. Fear automatically covered their minds, because they never knew what type of bullshit he was on.

  “Y’all don’t have to stop talking because I walked into the room. I didn’t say y’all couldn’t talk,” he said. The women still didn’t say a word. You could hear a pin drop, that’s how silent they were. “Return back to work!” he scolded, and they all returned to packaging the dope. One woman named Loretta decided to stop weighing and approach Johnny.

  “Sir, c—”

  “What the fuck you doing bitch! Get back over there!” yelled one of the guards whose identity was concealed behind a pair of dark shades and a skull muzzle over his mouth. He pointed the long-range rifle at her, so she could get back to work. Scared he was going to shoot her on site, she pissed herself. Warm yellow urine tickled down Loretta’s legs, leaving her standing in a puddle of her own bodily fluids.

  “Aw shit, why you had to do that?” Johnny asked. He stood there disgusted as he witnessed the whole thing.

  “GET BACK BITCH!” the man shouted, now aiming the gun directly at her head.

  “Wait, hold on na, don’t shoot her, it’s alright!” Johnny said, feeling sorry for the woman. “You want to get cleaned up first then come talk to me?” Loretta nodded yes and went to wipe herself clean. Once she was clear from her sticky piss, she stood at the door of Johnny’s office. She was nervous and scared, so she began to shiver. “Say your name and position,” Johnny said.

  “Lor-Lor-Loretta Devine, station number 09635Q, cocaine weigher.” She stuttered because she was even more nervous. Especially now that he spoke directly to her. Johnny never spoke directly to the women unless they stole something or fucked up his shipment.

  “Ok, Loretta what can I do for you?”

  “I missed Christmas with my family when I did a shift swap with one of the women here. I was wondering if I could go home for the New Year?” she asked. He scoffed, he really didn’t allow the women to leave and be with their family. Simply because they might not return or snitch on him causing his business to crash.

  “Sure, I don’t mind. Would you like to get dressed and go early?” Johnny asked.

  “Yes!” She smiled ear to ear, for her plan of escape basically worked. Loretta was too geeked. She had plans on never returning to this god-awful place.

  “Let me order your ride,” Johnny said, placing a call to one of the chauffeurs. The women weren’t allowed to drive anywhere, especially if they worked in the warehouse. He couldn’t trust them; they had to work naked and barefoot in that cold ass warehouse. They would get sick, but he didn’t give a damn. Nobody was gon’ have the opportunity to steal from him again.

  Once Johnny ended the call, she left his presence to get dressed. The chauffer pulled around, ready to take Loretta to her destination. “Make sure she makes it safely to her home,” Johnny said, giving the signal.

  “Oh, thank you!” Loretta said, hugging Johnny tightly. Had she known what he had planned for her, she would have never asked to go home to see her family. She got inside the car and the chauffer pulled off. Within ten minutes of driving, Loretta noticed the driver was going in the opposite direction of her home. “Excuse me, I live the other way on Vandyke!” she whined. She had no clue she wasn’t going to make it home to see her family ever again. The same thing happened to the woman that swapped shifts with her.

  “I know, happy holidays!” the chauffer said before muffling her screams out with one single bullet, blasting her brains in the back seat of the 05 Mercury Grand Marquis. He placed a call to Johnny soon as it was done. “It’s complete,” he said then ended the call. Johnny gave the order, “Make sure she makes it safely to her home,” meaning send her home to hell or heaven.

  Johnny returned inside the warehouse, warning the women that the next one who asked to go home early rather than working for him would also meet their creator soon. He headed back in his office and took a nap until 6 pm came.

  Three hours passed and 6 pm was slowly approaching. Johnny pulled up to an abandoned house on Appoline Street, near Schoolcraft. What the fuck? Johnny thought as he looked down at the address again to make sure he was at the right place. “Why the f—”

  Tap! Tap!

  Johnny was startled by Eric tapping on the window. He grabbed his Desert Eagle, looking up at Eric who was flashing his all-white teeth. “Nigga, don’t walk up on me like that!” Johnny said as he was getting out the car. He closed the door that was wet from the rain that left the air and the ground moist.

  “You one funny ass cat!” Eric said, teasing Johnny. He showed him no fear. He was low-key attracted to Johnny’s demeanor as a street king. “Shall we proceed?” he asked, pointing towards the white and grey abandoned house in front of them. The house windows were boarded up with wood. The front porch was caved in with blue and red graffiti written all over it.

  “You want to go inside that fucked up ass place?” Johnny asked, and Eric nodded yes. After being set up so many times, Johnny wasn’t for any bullshit. “Give me your fucking gun!” Eric removed his gun off his hip.

  “This really isn’t necessary,” he said, handing over his gun.

  “By any means necessary I will always protect myself,” Johnny said as they both walked towards the back of the house. He cocked the gun and aimed it at Eric’s head before coming to a brown wooden door that was scratched up and wet from the rain. “After you,” Johnny said as Eric turned the doorknob. Soon as they entered the house, Johnny turned his nose up at the foul smell of shit and piss. “Man, where the fuck you take me?”

  “I brought you here for this!” Eric said, taking him in the basement where girls from the ages of 14 and up were huddled together to keep each other warm. There was no electricity, no running water, and no heat, just poor living conditions these girls lived in.

  “Why you got these girls in this messy ass house cooped up like this?” Johnny asked.

  “Ah, don’t
tell me you give a rat’s ass about how they are living. They my drug mules,” Eric said. The girls were from outside of the country. The women were different races, from African, Asian, Hispanic, Caucasian, and Australian.

  “You let them live like this?” Johnny was not happy seeing a room full of dirty girls, living in a fucked up abandoned house. Although he was ruthless with his own women, at least they all were grown.

  “Yea, you mentally break they ass first and then you hold all the power,” Eric said.

  “So, why you bring me here to see them? These girls look underage,” Johnny said.

  “They are!” Eric said, grinning ear to ear. “I wanted to use them to smuggle your product into Canada.”

  “Man, fuck that! I ain’t touching nobody that’s not 18 and up. If I wanted drug mules, I could have them! Sorry you wasted your time on this one,” Johnny said, turning to leave after seeing a rat run across the room.

  “I can have you arrested on all charges and nobody will ever know where you at!” Eric threatened with a straight face.

  “Nigga you trying to blackmail me. I said no I ain’t motherfucking doing it! I’m out of here,” Johnny said, and he turned to leave.

  A Bloody Mess

  5 days later

  “Mmmm,” Kairo moaned, while biting the bottom of her lip. Delano gently licked and slurped on her soaking wet pussy like it was a water faucet. Her pink clit was throbbing in his mouth, aching with anticipation with every lick. She grinded her hips in a circular motion, just the way he liked it. Fucking his face dirty and nasty like a porn star. “Fuck daddy! Eat this pussy baby, you gone make me cum all over your tongue.” She moaned as tears rolled down the side of her face. She was reaching a powerful climax. This by far was the best head she’d received in a long time.

  “You like that?” Delano said, flashing his tongue faster across Kairo’s pink pearl. She was about to squirt all over him and she knew it.

  “Baby, I’m about to squirt!” Kairo squealed, before being interrupted by this devilish laugh she heard coming from Delano while he feasted on her cha-cha. What the fuck! she thought to herself as she lifted the covers, to discover it was Michael down there instead. His eyes glowed red just as the Voodoo queen’s did. Kairo couldn’t scream, for it was Delano choking her again like he did on Christmas. She clawed and clawed, but he wouldn’t loosen his grip.

  “Bitch, you gon’ get pregnant by another man and try to have me raise it, fuck you!” Delano said, not loosening up his grip.

  “What, but you sent—me—to get the—abortion,” Kairo said. This wasn’t making any sense to her.

  “You lied to me, so now you got to die!” Delano said, pointing the gun at Kairo’s head. Michael’s devilish laugh got louder and louder.

  Pow!

  “Ahhhhhhh!” Kairo screamed, grabbing her chest as she awoke out her sleep. This was the second nightmare she’d had with Delano killing her. Could it be a sign warning me that he will be the one that kills me? Kairo thought to herself. She immediately cast down the thought, wiping the sweat that was dripping from her forehead down to her breasts. Delano was now awake, rubbing his eyes to adjust them in the dark.

  “What is it? Baby, you alright?” he asked, leaning up to check on her.

  “But—how—did I get here?” Kairo stammered on the words, trying to figure out how the hell she got there in bed, when she was just in New Orleans. She checked under the sheets to make sure no one was down there munching on her cha-cha, only to discover blood was trickling down her legs. “Whoa, I’m bleeding down there.”

  “It’s alright, you had that abortion,” Delano said, turning back around to go to sleep. He didn’t understand to change Kairo’s pad every four hours. So, she laid there for six hours bloody, like a damn animal being eaten alive.

  “Ok, get up, I got to change the fucking sheets. It’s blood everywhere.” She panicked, still not sure how the hell she got home. A light bulb finally went off in Delano’s head.

  “Oh, shit! I forgot I was supposed to change you every four hours!”

  “Delano, how long have I been out?” Kairo asked, squinting her eyes at him. She just knew he was going to say something stupid.

  “You been out for five days—”

  “Delano, you let me sit up in my own damn blood for five fucking days. Five fucking days? That’s a whole ass week, really?”

  “Man, chill the fuck out, don’t play me like that. I probably went six hours without changing your bloody mess,” Delano admitted. Kairo rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth. She might have just got married to the wrong motherfucka. Delano was a street nigga, not a damn CNA.

  “You are a fucking dummy! So, I might just be on the verge of having a yeast infection!” Kairo grabbed her towel and dashed straight to the shower. Delano changed the sheets and discarded the old ones in the trash. They would have been sleeping on bloody sheets if Kairo never had that nightmare.

  “Baby, we really need to be going back to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow,” Delano said.

  “What? I just woke up from a five-day coma. You think I want to go back to sleep?”

  “Fine, suit yourself,” Delano said, going back to sleep.

  Kairo dried off, put some clothes on, and headed downstairs to fix her something to eat. She could feel her stomach growling intensely because she hadn’t eaten anything in five days. As she was walking down the stairs, she heard moans coming from the living room. It was only 3 am and she know she didn’t hear what the fuck she thought she heard. She quickened her steps and came to a halt when she saw a big booty female’s pussy being pounded on the TV. Olivia was sucking the soul out of Malachi’s dick. She was just bobbing for his apples. His head was tilted back on the couch with his eyes closed shut, mouth wide open, and one hand on Liv’s head to guide her pace. He got some motherfucking nerve! she thought to herself as she shielded her eyes from staring at this boy’s dick. This was Kairo’s first time seeing Malachi’s; yea, he resembled his father alright.

  “What the hell!” Kairo said loudly, finally having enough of the disrespect. She had both of her hands on her hips.

  “Oh, shit!” Malachi said, jumping up trying to hurry and hide the fact he was getting his dick sucked on their $10,000 couch. Olivia wiped the corners of her mouth. She knew Kairo was just going to rip her damn head off.

  “I’m not having this shit. Get your monkey asses up off my damn couch before I rip $5,000 outta both of y’all black asses.” She was not playing, but Malachi and Liv thought shit was funny. They were snickering like Kairo had on a clown suit. “Oh, y’all find shit funny?”

  Malachi smacked his lips. He just had to be the cool kid. He was now trying to impress Liv. “Hell yea.”

  “What?” Kairo was quick to pick up something and launch it across the room. Malachi ducked just in time before the flower vase of soil cracked on his head.

  “What the fuck Kai—” Malachi stopped midsentence when he saw his father enter the room. He knew he fucked up then but wouldn’t let his pride down.

  “Gon’ ahead, I want you to finish so I can come bop you right in the fucking chest!” Kairo threatened. She didn’t know Delano came down the stairs and stepped into the room. He stood right behind her with his arms folded. He was waiting on his son to continue to disrespect his wife so he could fuck him up for the first and hopefully last time.

  “Man, fuck y’all, I’m out!” Malachi said walking towards the hall, but Delano stood in the way. “Move the fuck out my way!”

  “Liv, you might want to—” Kairo was trying to warn her but it was too late. Delano took a powerful upper cut across Malachi’s face. Liv screamed and let his hand go as they began fighting. Delano was giving Malachi the ass whooping of his life.

  “Nigga, don’t be disrespecting my house, or my wife!” Delano said, punching Malachi in his lips. He was punching him so hard you could hear the bones in Malachi’s body crack, and his eye was now black and blue. Kairo was now feeling sorry for him because he was ge
tting a ridiculous ass whooping.

  “Ok! That’s enough!” Kairo pleaded.

  “Kairo, move the fuck out of the way. He not gon’ keep disrespecting this house!” Delano said, putting Malachi in a firm choke hold.

  “Sto—” Kairo found herself winded. She could feel her right cheek stinging like a damn thousand bees decided to sting at once. Delano slapped the fuck out of her and blood began to leak slowly from her nose.

  “Didn’t I tell your ass about not listening? Stay the fuck out of this, this is between my son and me!” he yelled, steadily beating Malachi’s ass. Kairo didn’t know what the fuck got into Delano, but she was not about to let this nigga keep putting his hands on her.

  “Enough is enough, God dam it!” she mumbled under her breath, walking to the kitchen grabbing a skillet from on top of the stove. She slowly walked back into the living room and Thwack!! She hit Delano in the back of the head so fucking hard it knocked him the fuck out. “You gon’ stop hitting me motherfucka!” Kairo said, wiping the blood that was trickling down her nose. “Get your shit Olivia. I’m taking you home to your parents!”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Olivia said, holding her head down, ashamed they were caught. She did exactly as she was told, and they made that trip to her parents’ house on East Warren and Holcomb.

  Knock! Knock!

  Kairo knocked at the Brown’s residence at 4 am like the police were doing a search for a wanted person. It took them a while to answer because they probably were sleep.

  “I don’t understand how you sleep at night knowing your child is not home,” Kairo mumbled and rolled her eyes. She didn’t have children of her own, but she knew how to care for them as if they were her own. If Olivia was her daughter, she would have beat the brakes off her fast ass. Sucking dick at 14, chile didn’t even know what she was doing for real. Kairo wasn’t even sucking dick until she was 18. “Girl, call your parents!”

  “I did, they not answering. They don’t give a damn about me. All they do is collect the checks,” Liv admitted. Kairo just realized what she said. No wonder Liv had been with them for a whole week.