This way, he gets what he wants, goes home, and I get peace at night in my bed, alone.”
“You don’t ever want a family of your own?”
“I have a son Dr. Barnes. But you already know this.”
“A son that you can’t see who is currently being raised by his father.”
“I’m going to deal with that eventually.”
“You think that the mob is going to help you?”
“Tony told me he’d do something about it, when the time is right.”
“You’re 26. You gave birth at 19. Will the time be right in what? 11 more years when you can’t strip or escort anymore?”
“Speaking of time, is mine up yet? I have things to do and…”
“One last question. Are you religious? I mean, do you have a god belief?”
“I don’t believe in God Dr.Barnes because I know he’s real.”
“Is that a fact? Enlighten me Tiffany, what gives you so much confidence?”
“That’s easy. If there was no god, then how did we get here? I can’t believe that all this just happened without a creator.”
“Are you familiar with the argument from incredulity?”
“The what, from what?”
“Never mind Tiffany. Next week?”
“Hmmph. We’ll see.”
Chapter 1
“I feel like just by sitting here I’m going to need a tetanus shot. Is this dump really all that you could afford?” Former Sgt Dennis Porter asked Calvin Jefferson as they enjoyed a couple of beers on the latter’s front porch of his newly rented “shotgun house”.
“I see that getting out of the army didn’t make you any less of a ball busting prick.” Jefferson remarked to the fiery haired Irishman who was subsequently, the best friend he had in the world.
“Hey, if I can’t be honest with you, then who can I be straight with? We’ve been in foreign latrines better than this.”
“Money is a little tight right now. The army won’t let me reenlist. Not even as an instructor. Can you believe that shit?”
“Jesus Calvin, why the fuck didn’t you reach out to me when you first came home?”
“Embarrassed I guess.” Calvin said as he lit a cigarette. “Besides, how the hell are you rolling in it like you are? I mean, a late model Porsche, Armani Suits?”
“What can I say? I’m using what Uncle Sam taught us to benefit me out here. I’ve been doing a bit of “freelance” work.”
“Freelance, translates to mob hits. Am I correct?”
“You can do it as well. I can get you a few…”
“Forget it. I mean, what’s wrong with you Dennis? I thought we were the good guys?”
“The good guys? Come on Calvin. With some of the shit we’ve done for god and country? How could you ever think that?”
“Be that as it may, those guys are animals. They’ll whack you if they since even an ounce of betrayal.”
“You worry too much. A Phantom Team member is worth 50 la Cosa Nostra soldiers.”
“We’ve engaged poorly trained forces in the past that have given us a hard time. That’s how we lost Infante’.”
“Gabriel Infante’ was a fucking grand stander who had Rambo like delusions of grandeur and it got him killed, stop trying to make him out to be a saint.”
“Well”, Calvin said as he raised his beer. “In the immortal words of Clint Eastwood in the timeless tale called Heartbreak Ridge, Here’s to Gabe and all the parts of him that we couldn’t find.”
“Sigh, to Gabe; and here’s to the 75$ he died owing me.” Dennis said as he touched beers with Calvin.
“Yeah, I tried to tell him that is was stupid to go against Golden State that year.”
Dennis suddenly looks at his friend Calvin with brotherly concern. “Man, have you been able to find a job? I mean, how are you going to afford all of this?” He said as he cracked a joke at the end.
“I have an interview tomorrow at a convenience store as the all night clerk.”
“All night at a convenience store? And you call being a mob hit man dangerous?”
“The area has been gentrified. It’s safe enough.”
“Calvin this is beneath you. All of this. I mean, what are you trying to prove here? Do you feel the need to suffer as some form of penance? Look bro, we did what we did. We were just…”
“Following orders? Where have I heard that one before?”
Dennis ignores his last remark. “Look Cal, I have a huge four bedroom loft downtown and unless I have a honey in there, the place is normally pretty deserted. You can hang out there, rent free until things look a bit better.
Ok, you don’t want to do hits for the mafia? Fine, take the CDL test and get you your own big rig, I have a piece of a legitimate trucking company and…”
“Let me try this on my own first. If it doesn’t work out, then your plan b sounds like a great fall back.”
“Aw man.” Dennis said as he looked down at his phone. Duty calls it seems. Look, at least let me pay a months worth of rent for you. No strings attached. How much is your rent here?”
“$2000.”
“I said a month, not a year.”
“Very funny. If the whole contract killer thing goes south, you might can get a job opening for D.L Hugely.”
Dennis reaches into his pocket and hands Calvin twenty,
one hundred dollar bills.
“If the contract killer thing goes south, I’ll be opening up for George Carlin in the afterlife.”
Chapter two Tiffany’s townhome.
“That’s it babe! Ride this big white cock!” Tony Lino said as Tiffany Solomon bounced her fat ebony booty up and down on his lap while he explored her insides with his long thick member.
“Ooo! You are getting this pussy! You motherfucker you!” Tiffany screamed in pleasure as she lowered her torso in order to shove her tongue down his throat.
“God! You are so fucking handsome! She said as their lips broke contact. “I could ride you all day and just stare into your beautiful eyes.”
“Aw shit girl!” He said in sheer ecstasy. “I’m supposed to be the one doing the flattering around here.”
“You’re fine my dear.” She said as she bounced faster toward another orgasm. “You’re doing all the fucking while I handle the flatter part.”
“Do you give your clients this level of attention?”
“Not in the slightest. Those Tricks get a half measure. I save all of my black girl magic for you and you only.”
Without warning Tony Lino flips Tiffany onto her back which puts him in the dominant position. Tiffany knows immediately what’s coming and steadies herself for it. He loves to shoot his seed as deep into her ebony love tunnel as possible.
She spreads her legs as wide as they’ll go as he empties his ball sack while she claws at his back.
“Unnnngh! God damn it! There’s nothing like black pussy!” He declared as he gently pulled his cock free from her soaked box.
“And there’s nothing like your hard…long…fat…pulsating Italian white cock.”
“As if you’d know something else. You’ve never even been with a black man before.” He reminded her.
“Nor do I plan to.”
“That’s my girl. Now, go fix me something to eat.” He told her as she rubbed the muscular ripples in his stomach.
“Your beck is my call.” She said as she grabbed a robe.
“What are you doing?” He asked her as she slipped the robe on. “You know that I like my food prepared au natural.”
“How could I forget?” She said as she smiled, dropped her robe and slipped into a pair of six inch clear mules and then slowly and seductively twisted her naked ass out of the bedroom while a now sexually satiated Tony Lino looked upon her with renewed lust.
“God! What a piece of ass! Madone! If Rosa was even hall the woman Tiffany is…” Tony thought to himself. The former Rosa Dellasondro, whom Tony had married ten years ago was also mob royalty. The Dellasondro Family had supplanted the Lino faction as the most dominate in town about three years prior to the arranged marriage of Tony and Rosa.