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  My thoughts were interrupted by the feel of fatso’s .357 now smashed into the side of my forehead. I froze. Did him switching positions mean it was time to find a place for me? I thought about the Mafia terminology that I’d heard Tony use on countless occasions. It meant kill me. I damn near lost my sanity. I let my eyes roll to the top of my head neva even utterin’ a word.

  I thought I blacked out until I heard the voice say, “You like fuckin, huh?” he asked me.

  It was the first thing I’d heard him say. Hopefully the last. But still, I remained silent.

  “Answer me, Moulie!”

  “Yes,” I whispered. I knew if I would’ve said, “No”, there’d be a price to pay, so I gave him the answer he wanted.

  He pressed the gun deeper into my scalp with one hand, and pushed me down to my knees with the otha, the one that held the bulky class ring, fittin’ his huge hands snuggly. The hard floor pressed against my knees for just a few seconds until I was pushed again, but this time backwards, fallin’ onto my back. Everything moved so quickly. Before I could even struggle to get up, fatso had positioned himself on top of me, confinin’ me to the floor. He yanked at my hair ova and ova again, and even licked me a few times with his nasty, long tongue.

  Suddenly, he switched up his hostage game. He used one hand to hold the gun, while he unbuttoned his pants buckle with the otha. It would’ve been the perfect time to fight ’cause the gun was loosely held in his hand. My eyes darted around the room just seconds before I decided against a fight. Four against one was no match. I should’ve worn a more frightened expression, but my mind-set wouldn’t allow it. I wanted to cry but my glands refused. Maybe there was no water left. Maybe the ducts had dried up from cryin’ half of my life.

  Before I could resist again, my sloppy intruder had dropped the gun beside the top of my head and was using both hands to yank at my hair again. He slapped me around a few times, yankin’ my dress up toward my belly button. It was at that moment, I knew there was a strong chance I wouldn’t make it out alive. His funky frame reeked alcohol, the cheap kind, makin’ me wanna throw up… Johnny Walker Red to be exact.

  Next thing I knew, the fucker had ripped my dress at the sides all the way up to my torso. I screamed! “Ahhhhhhhhhhh,” but was hit in the jaw with a forceful blow.

  “Please don’t,” I whimpered in a lighter tone. A violated tone. “I’ll do anythin’.”

  “You sure will,” he roared back in his baritone voice.

  “No… really, I’m beggin’ you,” I pleaded again. “Don’t do this!”

  The feel of his dick near my openin’ made me sick to my stomach. Just as the nauseated feelin’ erupted, he pushed himself inside of me; hard and rough. Obviously, he didn’t care that he’d ripped a stitch down below. I screamed! “Ohhhhhh, nooooooooooo,” I cried out from the gruelin’ pain. My pussy was beyond dry.

  His dick….dry, hard, and brittle, felt like hot rocks scrapin’ the walls of my uterus. My eyes remained in a daze yet stuck on his pale white ass bouncin’ up and down on top of me, but my mind was obviously somewhere else. The room seemed to spin, and the faces could no longer be made out. As the tears welled up in my eyes, I fought hard to keep even one from fallin’. A soldier was what I was…and definitely one hell of a Madam.

  He had my feet high in the air, and had a tight grip on my calves as he made ugly, go to hell faces. I blocked it all out until I saw a figure above movin’ closer. My enemy kept pumpin’ until his boy decided he wanted in on the action.

  Paulie tapped his boy on the shoulder lettin’ him know it was time to switch. I saw him grinnin’, standin’ above us, playin’ with his zipper. Fat boy grunted and struggled to give two more pumps into my bruised treasure. Before long, he moaned a nasty moan and released his filthy sperm all inside of me.

  Just like that, he freed my calves and lazily removed his heavy frame from between my achin’ legs. He even had a nerve to shoot me a grin, a grin that made me despise him even more. Even if I had a chance to run, there wasn’t a need in considerin’ it. It was all what I deserved. I’d chosen money ova my son.

  Before long, I’d been fucked by three different men and saw the head guy, ready to take his turn. “I got next,” he whispered in a demented tone.

  I closed my eyes, ready to die. I held my frightenin’ pose on the floor, lookin’ like I’d been beat to a pulp. My hair was all ova my head, my clothes torn, and my spirit broken. I could no longer see, but did manage to hear the sound of the front door openin’. I trembled, afraid that more men had shown up to sample my goods. The voices in the room all of a sudden ceased. I opened my eyes abruptly knowin’ I needed to see why they were so silent.

  When my eyes zoomed in on Tony, I quickly closed them. Then re-opened just to be sure. The entire room froze while the expression on Tony’s face showed his disappointment. But it wasn’t the kick-ass look I expected after seein’ me on the floor with my legs wide open, and my pussy on the floor like it had been served up on a platter.

  “What the fuck is this?” Tony asked in a deeper Italian accent than usual.

  Even though he pointed in my direction with his palms upward, I couldn’t help but think, you know what the fuck it is!

  “Get the fuck outta here,” he told them, and rushed toward me.

  “Sure thing, Tone,” one of the guys uttered.

  “This girl needs some rest,” he said, gazin’ down on me.

  Rest. What the fuck would rest do for me? I needed some payback! Yes, Tony had stopped them, but hell that wasn’t enough for me. I expected him to go the fuck off, defend me, fight for me, and take revenge. Shoot somebody, damn it! Instead, he just stood surveyin’ the room, and causin’ all mouths to remain zipped.

  “Listen, we out Tony,” I heard Paulie say. “We got the money from the safe and from the girl.”

  Tony shook his head in disbelief, then threw his head into the palms of his hands. I watched Paulie raise the plastic bag in the air that Cinnamon had given him. Right then, it was clear…she’d given him my stash from the vase. I placed my hands ova my face and cried like a baby. Cinnamon had got me. Got me good. And Tony seemed to let it all go without a fight. It was crazy how I’d really fallen for him.

  Next thing I knew, each man had given Tony a secret handshake and had made their way to the front door. Suddenly, Paulie stopped at the front with the door wide open. “You know the money’s better than the dry pussy?” He laughed. “Raul counted it,” he continued, “said it totaled nineteen thousand.”

  My mind started calculatin’. Cinnamon had moved twelve thousand to the vase for me and at least twenty ’g’s had been bundled in the safe. I couldn’t prove it, but knew deep down inside she’d taken even more money for herself. I was sure of it.

  “Let me help you get up,” Tony said, extendin’ his hand toward me.

  The moment my hand jerked away, he gave me the look of death.

  “Seriously. Get up from there before the girls come down. They gotta start making money within the hour. I need you refreshed and completely dressed.”

  I looked at Tony like he’d been smokin’ crack. Did he really think business was gonna go on as usual? “I’m done Tony. Find yourself another Madam.”

  “Get the fuck outta here.” He grinned tryin’ to make light of what I’d just said.

  “I’m dead serious. I thought this was what I needed for the moment. I was wrong. I can’t do this anymore.”

  Tony’s tone changed abruptly. It was soft and more grim than I’d ever heard from him. “There is no getting out. Only I… tell you when it’s over.”

  He pointed at himself sharply. It was clear he meant business, but I didn’t care at all. I was done. My confidence had been smashed and there was no one left to live for. “Do what you gotta do Tony. Fuck me, shoot me. Hell, kill me. I’m leaving,” I told’em as I managed to raise myself up off the floor.

  “Trust me Co-Co, it’s not a good decision…could affect your health,” he advised me, as his brows
crinkled sharply.

  “Yeah, I know,” I shot back.

  I pulled what was left of my satin material up above my chest and walked as if I’d just had an operation to make me extra bo-legged. Oddly, I showed no fear. I turned my back to Tony and walked toward the bathroom to clean myself up. I moved along like I had some sort of handicapped issue between my legs. Truth was, I was sore, and my insides hurt like hell. I kept walkin’, refusin’ to drop a tear, and prayin’ that Tony would just shoot me in the back.

  Chapter 20

  By the next mornin’, I had reworked the plan for my future. Brooklyn was no longer my home. I stood leanin’, my knees against my bed, while throwin’ piece by piece into my borrowed suitcases. I had two big Samsonite luggage bags compliments of a girl I’d hired a week ago, thrown across the bed. When she got wind of what happened with the rape, she volunteered anythin’ I needed to get the hell outta dodge.

  My shoes, purses, make-up and anythin’ else I owned was splattered on top of my sheets. I moved swiftly keepin’ my eyes on the clock, and my mind off of what had happened. I tried to keep my emotions intact, of course droppin’ tears on top of my clothes as I folded, and thought about my life. I hadn’t slept a wink all night, and as soon as the sun peeked through my curtains, I hopped up and started gatherin’ my shit. I’d managed to slip outta the house and down to the corner store by seven a.m. to call Mike, fillin’ him in on what had gone down between me and Tony’s boys. I neva revealed that I’d been raped by three of them, ’cause I’d decided I wanted to be with him, and didn’t want it to taint our future relationship.

  Mike was pissed, and shouted like crazy into the phone. He told me he was partially to blame, because he’d had bad vibes about Tony all along, but knew he couldn’t go up against a man like that. When Mike told me he loved me, I felt all gooey inside, but couldn’t tell him the same. Luckily, he didn’t harp on the love shit and just kept promisin’ to take me away from any harm or danger. I told Mike not to worry about it…no ‘get back’ on my behalf was necessary. I just needed him to be at the house at eleven o’clock sharp to pick me up. I figured that would give me enough time to pack all my shit, and escape before Tony showed up.

  For the first time since I’d known Tony, he finally stayed with me until about two a.m. He tried his best to explain how the Mafia worked and attempted to make amends. He had a nerve to tell me not to worry ’bout the money that was taken. We could rebuild is what he shot me. I asked that fucker was he French.

  The thought of how he rubbed my back throughout the evenin’ and ordered me some Chinese food, now repulsed me. That’s what I wanted from him all along. When it was all said and done, he left sayin’ that we’d talk in the mornin’. He claimed his wife had some sorta emergency, othawise he woulda stayed. The craziest part of it all was when he said, “I won’t tell anyone that you had considered leaving the brothel. Just don’t mention me to the girls. It would ’cause everyone to get fucked up a little. Know what I mean,” I remember him sayin’. I thought it was funny, yet sad at the same time that he really thought I was gonna stay.

  Just before Tony left, he kissed me on the cheek softly and said that I would soon be his number one woman. He claimed he was divorcin’ the wifey. He also told me, I was emotionally fucked up and needed tender love and care, and most importantly some time to heal. Hell, the only time I needed was to pack my shit. But I smiled and played it off like I was fallin’ for it all. Little did he know that when he arrived today, Chantel would be gone.

  My thoughts were interrupted when Sasha walked into the room. “Chantel,” she called out as she entered, I guess still tryin’ to give me some privacy. I wasn’t even lockin’ my door anymore or expectin’ anyone to knock before comin’ in. I’d talked to the girls the night before about choices. I made it clear to them that the choices they make today will haunt them tomorrow. It was sorta cool bringin’ myself back down to their level. The craziest part of the night was when Kitty confessed that she knew about Cinnamon’s sneaky dealin’s. She said she tried to tell me on numerous occasions, but I neva gave her a chance to talk to me about it. I apologized for my rudeness, and for hostin’ them into a life of wrongdoin’. Sasha smiled, and thanked me for lettin’ her back in. We even hugged and kicked it a while after Tony left.

  “Need any help packing?” Sasha asked.

  With speed, my forefinger touched my lips softly. I mouthed to her in a whisper, “Don’t forget the house is bugged.”

  Sasha caught on quick. “You need some sleep, girl,” she said cheerfully. “Your eyes are puffy.” She grabbed a strapless shirt, folded it, and placed it in the suitcase. I guess she was gonna help whether I wanted her too or not.

  “I’m leaving today,” she blurted out. Then she winked. “Are we gonna keep in touch?”

  “Sure. Call me anytime.”

  “No, seriously,” she said in a heavier tone.

  She grabbed my right hand and wouldn’t let go. With a soft caress, her eyes revealed what she felt for me. Next thing I knew, Sasha touched my face gently. Then she turned me toward her without warnin’, and wrapped her arms quickly around my waist.

  “I’m not fuckin’ gay, Sasha!” I shouted out in frustration. I didn’t care who was listenin’ in.

  Her eyes widened. They emotionally asked the question, why are you speakin’ out knowin’ that the house is bugged. “I didn’t say you were,” she snapped. “I just want to be here for you,” she said boldly. “As a friend.”

  “I don’t want to have this conversation right now!”

  “We have to. I’m leaving, remember?” Her eyes widened again. Then she hit me with a wink.

  Sasha wanted my undivided attention, but now wasn’t the time or place. The risk seemed too high. I simply turned away, once again denyin’ her advances. Eventually, she let me go, and removed her phone number from her bra. Her hands were warm and seemed sincere. But nothin’ in me could allow myself to trust her. She’d turned on me once before and would surely do it again.

  “I wanted to give you these,” she said pullin’ a strand of pearls from her large pant pockets. “They’re not as pretty as your favorite set, but it’s the closest thing that I have to your other ones.”

  “Why are you doin’ this?”

  “Because I know you love jewelry. Don’t worry,” she added, “Cinnamon will get what’s coming to her. I know her pimp.” Sasha grinned.

  I grabbed the pearls from her hand and decided not to discuss the fact that Cinnamon had stolen mine any further. Durin’ my meetin’ with the girls, they’d told me everything. Each detail hurt deeply, but when they said she took my favorite pearls, I was outdone.

  I managed to muster up a fake smile. “Let’s switch,” I told Sasha. I handed her the phone receivers hidden underneath my pillow, and thanked her for the necklace.

  We both laughed at the fact that I’d taken all the phones in the house and the girl’s cell phones to make sure nobody had an opportunity to betray me. Betrayal seemed to be contagious in a brothel so nobody would be given the chance to call Tony, warnin’ him about my plans. I seemed to be gettin’ smarter, but I guess way too late.

  Sasha stepped away from me for a few seconds, then returned with the gun Tony had given me. She patted me on the shoulder and pointed to my purse. We did the hand gesture thing for a few moments before I stuck it into my bag. I really wanted no parts of guns anymore, but the 9mm did have my prints on it. So leavin’ it behind for one of the Italian boys to send somebody to their grave with that gun, meant a possible life sentence for me later.

  Sasha and me were both stopped in our tracks at the sound of a horn blowin’ outside. She looked at me. Then I looked back at her again. Our eyes were in competition to see whose got the largest. I rushed ova near my desk to check the clock. It was 10:45. I saw a black, towncar out front, that didn’t look like the one Mike normally drove.

  “I guess Mike is early,” I said to Sasha, and jetted back ova by the bed.

  I zippe
d the smaller suitcase and rushed to greet Mike at the door.

  “I’ll grab your other suitcase,” Sasha suggested.

  “No. Leave it. Mike will get it. Just sit any of the other small bags by the door. I’ll grab my purse.”

  I was still a lil’ uneasy about Sasha bein’ so helpful. She coulda had some bogus shit planned up her sleeve. I just didn’t trust the bitch. So even though I headed to open the front door, I kept my good eye on Sasha. When I made it to the door, my insides tingled a bit. I swallowed hard as I checked the outline of the body at the door which could be seen through the beveled glass. I couldn’t make out the face, only the shape of the figure. It wasn’t the outline of Mike’s body at all.

  My heart raced at the thought of more men comin’ back for more. Then the sound of the double knock at the door startled me.

  “Who is…”

  I stopped mid-sentence noticing that the figure on the otha side of the door resembled the silhouette of a woman. I wasn’t hirin’ nobody, and was ready to say it to the woman’s face. I swung open the door with an attitude, ready to tell the bitch to call Tony herself.

  The door was wide open as well as my mouth for several minutes. Neither of us said a thing. Betty stood up tall, makin’ sure her posture was perfect. I kept my hand on the door knob wonderin’ whether I shoulda slammed it in her face. Had she shown up to get revenge?