Streets of New York. Mark Anthony

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      “Oh yeah, that’s what I’m saying. I’m ready for some of that,” he said as he approached loosening his belt.

      His jeans was around his ankles by the time he sat, he had dick in hand ready for service. Lindsay dealt with both. She let them paw all over her body. Lindsay felt nothing else but repulsion and anger. She kept that feeling as she jerked on one of them and sucked on the other.

      “Yeah papi you like it like that, huh?”

      “Ahh…” along with grunts of pleasure were all Lindsay heard.

      With their eyes closed, they entered into seventh heaven. Lindsay started to lick on the other man’s hard dick. Then she alternately sucked each hard much to their delight. After about ten minutes of constant lip and tongue action both men were lost in bliss. Their minds braced for the pending explosion.

      With eyes closed and torso exposed arched they seemed to enjoy being prime targets. They ignored Lindsay on her knees in front of them. Head bobbing from dick to dick, one arm jerking someone’s dick off, the other reaching for the gun. Still sucking, she managed to take off safe.

      “Ah yess mira, the bitch sucks dicks well. For this we should let her live.”

      “Now that is a great idea…ahh ooh ah…”

      “Oh yeah that is the reason homey keeps this bitch on da low.”

      “Ah…huh… hmm…Yes that’s it, mami!”

      “What da fuck!”

      Too late their eyes popped wide opened when the explosion erupted. Using her brains had paid dividend. It wasn’t what they were expecting. The bark of the gun frightened her and caused her to close her eyes. Her intended targets were at close range. Point blank she couldn’t miss. Lindsay made sure. She fired shot after shot after shot.

      She pumped both of them filled with so much lead that they were still shaking long after she was finished shooting. It happened just as she’d planned, Lindsay thought as blood splattered, she stared amazed at the destruction the gun had caused.

      They deserved it, Lindsay thought as she examined the smoking weapon heavy in her hand. There was temporary satisfaction until she remembered one little thing; there were two more men outside scheming to kill her lover. They would be very angry if they found their friends laid up in her sofa spitting up lead.

      Lindsay threw down the gun and hurriedly locked the door. Her speed dial worked quickly to contact Squeeze.

      “Squeeze,” her voice rushed into the message. “Squeeze honey, sweetheart please be careful when you come around. Be especially careful, Squeeze. There are two Spanish men in the garage or they might be in the lobby waiting to get you. They want to kill you. Be careful honey, they have guns.” Lindsay breathed into the phone then hung up and speed dialed her mother’s telephone number. She impatiently yelled into the phone. “Mommy, mommy there are two dead men in apartment right now and I…”

      “Slow your roll. What you mean there are two dead men in your apartment? You told me that you’re having the girls from school...”

      “I know, ma but it’s crazy. I got home and these men, they were in my apartment waiting when I got here.”

      “You’re still inside there. Get out! Get out now, run. Oh my God, child. Call the police. But leave Lindsay, leave immediately.”

      “Be easy, mommy. Squeeze is on his way here.”

      “What is Squeeze gonna do when he gets there? He ain’t no police.”

      “Mommy, when he gets here I’ll know what to do.”

      “Are you sure about what you’re sayin’? I mean do you hear what you’re sayin’?”

      “Mommy I think it’s because of …” Lindsay stopped short as her mind went into overdrive.

      “Lindsay is you there, girl? You there, honey?” Lindsay’s mother asked with great concern. There was along pause on the line as Lindsay thought about what to do. “Lindsay?”

      “Yes, mother. I’m here. I’ll call the police mommy,” she finally said. “I’ll call you back, okay.”

      “Don’t you have call-waiting? I want to be on the phone. I want to know you’re alright, girl. How did they get in?”

      “I really don’t know. Mommy, mommy, I promise. I’ll call you back.”

      Lindsay hung up the phone. She didn’t want to call the police, but she knew her mother was right. I should listen to mommy at least this one time. Lindsay wondered what she’d tell the police as she dialed. It slowly dawned on her that her story wasn’t tight enough. I shot two men, but they were trespassing and trying to rob me, who’s gonna know but us and two are dead. The phone rang.

      “Hello?” Lindsay quickly said.

      “Hello 911, what is…” A perplexed Lindsay stared at the phone when she heard the voice of the operator, then she answered.

      “I came home and found these two men and now they’re dead and I think there are more outside.”

      “What is your location? And you said there are two dead men in your apartment? How do you know that they’re dead?”

      “They got bullet holes in them and they bleeding all over my sofa. They look pretty dead to me.”

      “Why didn’t you say that? A patrol car is on its way.” The operator said.

      Lindsay sat the phone down and stared at the door. She knew the others would either be calling or coming back soon. She wondered if she should leave her finger prints on the bodies. For a minute she felt as if she would vomit but Lindsay sucked it up then searched their pockets and removed wallets, money and gun. She got busy cleaning her fingerprints off and attempting to wipe blood off herself.

      She continued cleaning, and Lindsay saw the picture of Pooh on the cover of the notebook. Blood dripped from the photo. It was like her brother was there bleeding for her. The notebook had blood splattered over it. She picked up the money along with the notebook and stared at the book like it possessed magic.

      “What would you do? What should I say to the police when they come?” Lindsay was staring at the photo as she asked. She walked to the kitchen sat down and read another page from her brother’s journal.

       I wake n cold sweat drips cuz I done snitched or sump’n. I wanted this thing to happen but my mother couldn’t understand she told me that there was only murder in the first degree anyway you ’re gonna cross it that was what she knew running in the streets would cost me. Fast money, fast girls, fast rides all going down in the streets. I was with it. Thats me sittin in that new expensive whip. True things can flip you become the victim. That would be slippin and a nigga got to be sleepin if that happen. I never want to find myself laid up in the pen all fucked up from this bullshit. Madukes and lil’ sis cryin, wishin I never chose this life. Or just live ballin until the day I die there’ll be a picture of me on the front page ‘He’s still Peeps’ buildin memorial for me candles and all. Everybody cryin pourin liquor out for the fallen. It’s not happenin. Not in this СКАЧАТЬ