Addicted to a Detroit Savage 3 Page 7

  “Nigga chill, these bitches know what to do. Isn’t that right, Ginny?” Eric asked one of the girls who looked sick in the face.

  “Fuck you!” Ginny said.

  “Now, now bitch, that’s no way to talk to daddy! I should make you suck my dick and beg for forgiveness.”

  “Come on, is that really necessary though?” Malachi asked.

  “Stay out of that nephew,” Johnny warned.

  “Fine, but you want me to transport 12 of these underage girls across a border. Where the fuck is my money?”

  “You will get paid once the product is delivered,” Eric said.

  “Nah, nah, that’s not what we discussed.” Johnny sounded irritated and withdrew his gun. “Now do you want to be dog bones, or live to see your wife and kids?”

  “Stop with th—”

  “Man, what the fuck is wrong with her?” Malachi said in a panicking voice as he watched the woman by the name Ginny shaking uncontrollably and foaming out the mouth.

  “Shit, her balloon busted,” Eric said walking over to her. Then the rest of the girls broke out into seizures too, falling and collapsing out on the floor. “Man, what the f—”

  POW! POW!

  Johnny wasted no time shooting Eric execution style. He couldn’t even figure out what was going on with the women before Johnny blew his brains to smithereens. Johnny knew shit was going to go sour because he was the one helping these girls out of their misery. He gained their trust and put them all in a nice crib on the city’s eastside. He gave them a pill and told them the pill would put them to sleep for a few hours. They took it, not knowing the pill was stuffed with bad heroine and they would be asleep permanently. There were rules to this street shit, and rule number one was never trust anyone.

  “Let’s go before his little cop buddies come looking for him,” Johnny said.

  “But what we gon’ do about them?”

  “FUCK THEM! Let’s go!” Johnny said.

  Malachi didn’t know what was going on. This was something he wouldn’t even understand. He just got inside the car and followed Johnny, going a couple blocks over to Chelsea St. He waited until Johnny gave him further instructions on what to do next. Johnny walked over to Malachi’s yellow Camaro with a black duffle bag and tapped on the window.

  “What’s up?”

  “Here is your cut of the money if this would have happened.” Johnny removed 31k from his bag.

  “Uncle, what the fuck just happened in there?”

  “Something I wasn’t with. I can’t have nobody threatening my freedom. Listen to me and listen carefully, take this money and buy you a less flashy car and dispose of this in the Detroit River. We just killed a police officer; we might be under the police radar already.”

  “I didn’t kill nobody, you did that!”

  “Nigga you were a witness, which makes you an accessory to the shit. You better not go snitching or you will meet your creator too.”

  “Really, you gone kill me like that? Damn, I thought we was better than that.”

  “Nephew, I will never be as cruel as your father, who killed your mother,” Johnny said. He was simply using this opportunity to dry snitch on Delano.

  “What the fuck you mean, he killed my mother?” Malachi asked, griming Johnny up and down like he knew Johnny was on some bullshit.

  “Oh, my bad, my bad, I didn’t know you ain’t know about that! I thought that was the reason why you ran away from home,” Johnny said, pretending like he didn’t just say what he said. It was time that he set his plan into motion, which was to wipe Delano out clean. It was sad he was going to manipulate Malachi, Delano’s own son, to do it.

  “What the fuck! Is this true or not Johnny?” The anger he had for his father returned. This time it was burning with fuel, because he didn’t get the chance to get to know his mother.

  “I will tell you more, but right now you need to lay low and go get you a new whip,” Johnny said, tossing the money into Malachi’s passenger seat before returning to his car. SCCCUURRTT! Malachi was so engulfed with anger, he pulled off real fast screeching his tires on the wet pavement. His mind was made up: he was going to kill his father.

  Johnny chuckled and coughed as he lit another cigar in his car. He knew he won again, surely; he was the king pin of Detroit. Nobody dared to fuck with him, because he was one evil ass, grimy ass nigga. But one day all this shit was going to catch up with him, he just didn’t know when.

  Nigga, I Made You!

  Wake yo' ass up, bitch, I'm up

  I'm up, the fuck?

  I'm up

  Wake yo' ass up, bitch, I'm up (Wake that ass up, wake that ass up)

  I'm up, the fuck? (Wake that ass up)

  I'm up (Wake that ass up, wake that ass up)

  Wake yo' ass up, bitch, I'm up (Wake that ass up)

  The song “Wake Up” by Kash Doll was blaring through the club’s speakers as Delano was counting the club’s cash behind the counter. He watched as his girls twerked their fat, juicy asses in the men’s faces, giving him a stiff wood. He hadn’t had sex since Kairo left five months ago. He, too, was trying to keep his vows, so in the meantime he was just straight grinding. He took another sip of his Remy Martin and put the money up before leaving to go to the boutique. He grabbed his keys and headed towards the door.

  Two of Delano’s dancers, Suga Baby and Della Rose, walked up and approached him dressed in glossy leather one pieces with their cleavage showing. Suga Baby came around and slipped her arm around Delano’s neck. He could smell her Curve perfume that bounced off her cleavage.

  “So, Boss, Della and I see how you been stressed out lately. How about we relieve some of that stress?”

  “How y’all plan on doing that?” Delano asked, curious as to what they meant.

  We have a surprise for you, in the back.” Suga nodded her head towards the VIP section and slipped the blind fold over his eyes.

  “Suga, what the hell is y’all doing?”

  “Shhhh, don’t ruin the fun,” Della said, grabbing Delano by the hand, taking him into one of the private rooms where they usually took their VIP clients. The room was dark with a blue hue of light and the light fog from the stage filled the air.

  Delano knew both women really well, so he didn’t have to worry about no funny shit. He trusted them and allowed them to do whatever they pleased. He stood there in the middle of the room, biting his pink, soft bottom lip as he waited patiently to see what the girls were up to. Which he already assumed it had to be some freaky shit, especially if he was in a secret room in his own club. The girls removed his button up and began to feel all over his chiseled chest.

  “Ladies, uh, I don’t think this is appropriate or work related,” Delano said. He was secretly enjoying where this was going.

  “Shhhh!! Trust me,” Della said, licking Delano’s neck and whispering in his ear. “I wonder how long it’s been since you had some good head?” She started to slowly unbuckle his pants. Both girls ran their soft fingers over his dick, massaging it and pulling his pants down to his ankles.

  “Wow, you are certainly blessed to have such a nice size,” Suga said, getting on her knees to assume position. His dick was now nice and hard, steady rising to the occasion just like he would do any other time he got aroused. Della moaned while leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down his chest to his dick. She’d been waiting to taste his cum since the day he hired her for the day shift. She just waited for the right time to approach him.

  His Gucci cologne filled her nostrils as she continued licking, using her tongue to make swirls around the head. This made him quiver because his tip was so sensitive that he could feel her tongue ring.

  “Shiiit!” Delano said as he felt a warm pair of lips lock around his nine inches of hard dick. Suga Baby licked his balls as she gently stroked him upwards while his dick was in Della’s warm, wet mouth. Delano had never had a threesome before; this was his first time, so it turned him on. Both women were now taking turns sucking it sloppy, making
gagging noises as they covered his dick completely in saliva. Delano was getting weak in his knees, as he was getting double sucked at once. “Oh my god, this feels so-so damn good, ahh.”

  “Sit the fuck down!” Della said, pushing Delano violently into the plastic coral chair.

  “Whoa, what the fuck!” he said as the women grew vicious with him all of a sudden. He was still blind folded and didn’t know what the women were going to do next. “Ccc-ccaa-aa.” Delano began choking and gasping for air, as he felt what appeared to be a belt buckle slip around his throat.

  “Shut up nigga.” Della tightened the belt around his throat, cutting off his windpipe. Delano began to panic and immediately reached up, trying to escape from the choke hold around his throat. “Oh no, ain’t no reaching,” Della said and popped his hands, then tied his arms behind the chair placing handcuffs around his wrists. “Suga, he’s being a naughty boy.”

  “Naughty boys deserve a spanking,” Suga spoke and spanked the tip of his dick with the sex paddle.

  “AHHH!” Delano yelped in pain. What the fuck is going on? he thought to himself as he sat helplessly in the chair. He was not enjoying this moment anymore. He thought maybe Kairo was behind all this, but he was wrong. What he didn’t know was that they were dominatrixes and they were into some femdom play.

  “Shut the fuck up!” Della said as she stuffed the pair of silk red thong she wore inside his mouth.

  “Mmmmm!” Delano mumbled while the thong was choking him. Della moved aside as Suga Baby came closer towards Delano. She snatched the red silk thong out his mouth.

  “Remove the blind fold!” Suga baby spoke sternly, and Della did as she was told.

  “Ok, what the fuck is going on?” Delano knew shit was about to get real. Della removed the blind fold and his eyes met with Suga’s. “Y’all working for this dic— whoa!!” Della pulled the strap to the belt once Suga locked her black, pointy Louboutin heels on his chest, knocking him down while he still sat in the chair. She stood over him and was inches away from stepping on his balls.

  “I know your mother taught you better than that!” Suga said as she kept her pointy heel near his balls.

  “Suga, what the fuck is you doing?”

  “What I always wanted to do,” she retorted, smacking him in the face with her hand. This was starting to get uncomfortable to him.

  “Lick this pussy!” Della said as she climbed on top of Delano, stuffing her hairy ass coochie in his face. This scared him as he began licking the pubic hairs to find her clit. “I said lick my pussy nigga!” She pulled the belt tighter around his neck.

  “I mm-mm,” he was saying but was muffled by her thick pubic hairs.

  “Oohhh, yea this feels good,” Della said as she rode his face and pissed. Warm fluid trickled down on his cheeks. This was it, he wanted to get the fuck out of there, but he felt Suga place a condom over his manhood. She straddled him and rode him while whipping him like he was a damn horse. This was something Delano never experienced, and he did not enjoy it one bit. He couldn’t wait to get away from Della’s hairy pussy. He didn’t see how some men were attracted to that, but he wasn’t. After 20 minutes passed, he could finally feel his dick about to cum.

  “AHHHHH SHIT, IM CUMMING!” Delano yelled, as Della and Suga watched his thick, creamy nut spill down his shaft onto his balls. They cleaned him up and untied him. He was so pissed, he wanted to fire their asses.

  “What the fuck was that? Whose idea was this?” he asked. Suga and Della looked at each other, afraid of what might come out of Delano’s mouth. “Well tell me so I can get the fuck out of here.”

  “It was mine,” Suga admitted.

  “You both fired,” he said.

  “But—”

  “But my ass! Get y’all nasty asses out of my club!” he said and left out the room in a rage. He went to his office to freshen up and didn’t notice Malachi walk into the club. He waited five minutes before trailing Delano down to his office.

  While Delano stood over the sink washing his face with his eyes closed, Malachi silently walked in. He put the white washcloth down on the sink, turning around to discover a gun being pointed in his face by his own son.

  “Why the fuck you didn’t tell me?!” Malachi said with tears streaming down his cheeks. He couldn’t believe he was about to kill his father right here, right now, but first he needed answers.

  “Slow the fuck down. Tell you what? Where the fuck you be—”

  “You fuck-ing killed my mother!” Malachi said between his teeth as he gripped the gun firmly, searching Delano’s eyes for the lies.

  “Whoa nigga, who you believing over me?”

  “The streets fucking talking man,” Malachi said, raising the gun to Delano’s forehead.

  “Oh god, don’t tell me the streets got ahold to you. That’s where the fuck you been? Don’t you know the streets will lie to turn you against your own family? It’s not safe out there.”

  “Did you or did you not fucking kill my mother?” Malachi asked again, dismissing the thought that his source could be lying. He wasn’t thinking about seeing proof, it was just a buzz in the ear.

  “No nigga, I loved your mother. I see the streets got you thinking you tough out here. You don’t know shit about these streets. Have you ever been shot at before? Because I have, right there on Mack and Bewick.” Delano walked towards him showing his son the scar to distract him. Soon as Malachi lost focus, Delano knocked the gun out his hand and pinned him up in a head lock.

  “Ahh, alright, chill! Chill!” Malachi yelped in pain.

  “Nigga, long as you fucking breathing don’t you ever point another gun in my face again unless you intend to shoot. Now I don’t know who the fuck is in your ear feeding you this bullshit, but I didn’t fucking kill your mother.”

  “Who the fuck killed her?” Malachi asked, out of breath from struggling to get out of Delano’s grip.

  “I can’t tell you who, because I don’t know!” Delano lied, finally letting Malachi out of the head lock. He knew who killed her, because he was there. Now he had to lie to his son about his involvement with Kairo in his mother’s death.

  “I’m gon’ fucking find out who killed her!”

  “Good, until then, you won’t be needing this!”

  “Nigga give me my fucking gun back!” Malachi tried reaching for his gun, but Delano held it high.

  “Not until you tell me who the fuck you working for?”

  “I would die before I tell you my source!” Malachi spit on the floor.

  “Well fuck it, you won’t see this again.”

  “I don’t even fucking care. It’s plenty more where that came from,” Malachi said and left out his father’s office.

  “Boy out his fucking pocket!” Delano mumbled as he tossed the Smith and Wesson gun onto the table. He noticed the gun had the familiar initials J.B. carved into the bottom, and Delano scoffed. “Ain’t this about a bitch? This motherfucker Johnny ain’t shit!” He couldn’t believe his thug of a son just tried to kill him with his uncle’s gun ten minutes ago. He reached for his phone and dialed Johnny but got no answer.

  A New Hitter

  9:02 am Next morning

  Buzz! Buzz!

  * * *

  Johnny looked at his phone to respond to a text and saw a missed call from Delano around 8 last night. “Fuck, Malachi could have said something!” he mumbled as he sat in the doctor’s office waiting on a new prescription for his medication. So, he decided to shoot Delano a text while he waited.

  Johnny: My bad, my phone was on silent. Wassup?

  Swoop!

  The sound indicated the text was delivered.

  Knock! Knock!

  “Come in!” Johnny said, putting his phone in his pocket, unaware he pushed the call button and called Delano by accident.

  “Hello Johnny! I’m grateful you finally came in today. I haven’t seen you or your sister since you guys were kids,” Dr. Smith said, extending his right hand out to shake. “How have you gu
ys been?”

  “Well it has been a long time Doc, but Cali was killed last year. I’ve been sick about it ever since because it was someone who she called a friend that killed her. Mhm, can’t trust nobody these damn days, Doc.” Johnny shook his head, looking down in his lap.

  “Wow Johnny, I’m sorry to hear that! I will be praying for your family.”

  “Thanks for asking, how have you been?”

  “I have been great, just got saved a couple of years ago. I’ve been married to my wife Amanda for a year now and we just bought a house up north in New Baltimore. Now the main question I wanted to ask you is, have you been taking your meds for your HIV regularly? This Covid-19 is serious and killing those with a weak immune system,” Dr. Smith asked, raising a concern about Johnny’s health.

  “Yea, Doc, I have, but the meds I’m taking aren’t working. I constantly feel sick, like the virus changed into full-blown AIDS. They are now taking this Coronavirus out here out of control in Detroit. I just want to make sure I get the best medication in town because my health is being compromised.”

  “Well you’re right, the test has confirmed you do have full-blown AIDS. This could explain the weight lost and the loss of appetite. Don’t worry, I am here to help you, but if you don’t mind, I would like to pray for you.”

  “Pray? Nigga God ain’t real! I’m my own god!” Johnny said, smacking his lips. He didn’t believe God existed because if he did, where was He all this time when he was molested as a child?

  “Johnny, if you get saved, you could get into heaven.”

  “Saved? Listen Doc, I just came to get my medication. Can you write the script? I’m ready to get the fuck up out of here. You talking about God and I don’t want to hear that shit right now. Is this God going to heal me from AIDS?”

  “Do you want him to?”

  “Man get the fuck out of here. He is not real,” Johnny said, snatching the script out the doctor’s hands.

  “Johnny, take this and get saved in Jesus’ name.”