C6 ~Almost gone~

~Almost gone~

The Mexican blonde lit up his cigar and started smoking effortlessly; stealing a glance at Tony each time the smoke that bellowed across his face disappeared.

“How much is my money?” he asked vividly.

Tony wanted to speak but felt an urge to hold back. He owed the Mexican for the drugs he sold fort nights ago. He knew the penalty for defaulting a drug deal was death and nothing short of that, and with a nagging Mexican as this he could be on his way to the grave if he failed to pay up this time.

Suddenly he started fidgeting - the Mexican had pulled a gun at him. “You don’t take what belongs to babes and give to bitches,’ he said in Mexican, walking closer and pointing the gun on Tony’s brow now. “I will kill you here and your family won’t smell your corpse anywhere around the world because your corpse will remain with me.

Tony tried to be firm as he found his hand into his bag.

“What are you doing, pussy? Do you want to pull a gun at your boss, eh?” he barked and corked his gun. At that moment Tony shut his eyes as the whole world and its vanity flashed in his eyes. It was end of road for him. He had been warned by his pals never to mess with Mexicans. It was his fate. It was late. He could feel the trigger pulling backward, and at a flash, there was a shot. He corked his gun again.

But he missed and shot at the floor. Brian was all red as he protested, “I got your money .I got it,” he was already sweating profusely on his brow, panting and looking at his oppressor with the corner of his eyes. He pulled out his hand from his bag. “Look this, your money,” he stuttered.

“The Mexican said, “look what we got here,” he beamed at the golden wrist watch and then the tape. “What trash is this uh? Fuck you for fetching me metal,” he quarreled yet further.

“No - no this ain’t metal,” cried Tony, “That’s thirty carat of gold you’re looking at, triple of your money,” his breath hastened as fighting dogs’

“And this tape?” asked the Mexican feeling the golden watch and tape.

“You have always traded on porn. Watch the footage and thank me later.

The Mexican brought the gold watch to his nostrils and shook his head. He turned to Tony “Listen up you must remain loyal. No backing out in this game. Meet me in two days for more drugs to trade,” he warned and concluded in Mexican, “You don’t pay me my money you’ll fetch me your father’s dick for a gold.” he went away, leaving his victim panting and lost in obscurity.

Tony was contentious with himself for losing a thirty carat gold watch he stole from Mr. Fanny. He had plans of selling that watch in future when the value might have doubled. And the sex tape? He sighed at the thought of its content. Tragedy loomed on.

It was late hour when he lurked around Kate's window, knocking slightly on it, and gazing around for onlookers. “Is that you T,” asked Kate from heavy sleepy eyes. She turned on her lantern and caught hold of his sweating drawn face and then she unlocked the window to let him in.

“Love you,” said Tony climbing onto the bed and stretching right beside her.

For one moment they kept quiet with only their whistling breath being heard. She laid her hands on his flower.

“Didn’t see you today?” she whispered.

He groaned in his throat before he whispered. “I got into trouble today. My drug boss came for his paper. I had to deliver in any way possible.” He coiled up around her and noticed she was naked. “How did your day run?”

“I accosted that bastard today and threatened to involve the cops.”

He sat up in shock, “Hell no. You have done enough just let it go. Getting the cops into it will get you out there on the lips of the public and you’re a woman remember? He is a guy like a dick he’s nothing to worry about. Leave Brian to me.” Their eyes locked before he said, “I will put him in the box he belongs.”

He stroked her breasts down to her belly button and she kissed him and rested her head on his shoulders. “My father’s gold wrist watch was stolen on the night of my party.”

“Who would do that trash on the night of a party?” asked Tony now face close with her.

She pushed back, “I feel really sad for him and it’s a great lose to us for being robbed of thirty carat gold, a lot of cash now.”

He held her face, “I am the street king. I will fish out the asshole that did that.”

She added “Also the tape whosoever that did that made away with the tape, leaving an empty camera, that’s why mum could only see the one Brain was bathing me. But the central camera in my room has no tape, so the thief made away with it.” She rested on his shoulder once again, “You know what if that tape gets leaked I’m in deep mess because I don’t know what that punk ass did to me in the room.”

Tony had disappeared from her side but she kept talking and nagging about being in public’s eyes over a released sex tape. In the middle of her speech she felt like crying over everything, also being too forward with her actions and judgment. She knew she was too quick to judge Brian but then he had never rebuked her all the times she accosted him. She had argued and could argue about Brian being as clean as whistle until this moment. Brian had been this other half of her- this better half which she would never be. Her bonding with Tony was for a reason that never held water but she endeared and enjoyed it anyways. Tony had been her street hustle- they had done plenty of shady deals that could land them in trouble in future if not now and she had up her sleeves this loyalty – this unavoidable loyalty for Tony she had always acceded to Tony – their ecstasy and love had been automatic loyalty and obedience.

Something distracted her between her legs. She wriggled around in bed, bit her lips and smacked them at once. Next she clenched on the bed spread and shut her eyes in one moment of a thoughtful long ride into the space. She wanted it to stop as she wanted it to continue. Her legs parted so well that she least expected them touching the edges of the bed. At this time she was humming a noise in her throat and the other time she was moaning a unique rhythm that sounded like the clapping sound between her legs. She wanted to let a sonorous, alarming moan that could wake her parents. And if they ever got to ask her what the problem was she would explain to them it was a dream. Yes, so had it been for her- a dream ever since Tony handled her in bed it had been like a dream. At once she felt her waist vibrating alongside her legs. Her mouth opened in o-shape as the moan was almost leaving her throat. Ever since Tony disappeared from her side and appeared at her vagina, he had been eating her out like a thirsty soldier after water.