would be dependent on him for the new spots. It
would be leverage Duke could use in getting World to agree to the mob backing he finally had in his corner. From there, it
was just a matter of time before he would push Young World aside and take his spot.
Everybody wants to be boss.
Duke checked his watch then picked up his cell phone and dialed his shooters. The phone rang several times before he heard
the aggravated voice of an awakened killer.
“Who this?”
“Get yo’ ass up, nigga! We got work to do,” Duke barked into the phone, flipping his plasma to ESPN to check the scores. Ty
snapped up and rubbed his eyes, trying to revive himself.
“Oh, what up, Duke, my bad son? I ain’t—”
“Yo, is you ready?” asked Duke, cutting him off.
“No doubt.”
“How the fuck is you ready and you asleep?” Duke fired back, catching Ty’s dumb ass in a trick question.
“I meant I’m getting ready, yo. Gimme like thirty minutes, aiight?” Ty said, standing up with the phone cradled to his cheek
while he put his pants on.
Duke didn’t even bother to reply. He simply hung up the phone and grabbed his keys to meet Ty at the rendezvous spot.
CHAPTER FIVE
F ree at last!
Angel stepped onto the Boeing 747 bound for San Francisco, California. She had been out twenty-four hours, and anyone who’s
been locked up knows the first twenty-four hours are always the sweetest. The air smelled fresh, not stale like the recycled
air inside the prison. The sun shone brighter and seemed to embrace her with welcoming warmth. Even the mundane sounds of
car horns and the hustle and bustle of everyday life was music to the ears of a person who hadn’t heard anything but the slamming
of steel and the gravelly shuffle on concrete. All that was behind her, and her lover, Goldilocks, had made sure that Angel
stepped out in style.
Goldilocks had a stretch Benz limo waiting outside the federal women’s prison in Alderson, West Virginia. But she didn’t stop
there. She had an outfit, shoes, and everything Angel needed waiting for her. Goldilocks knew Angel’s taste for men’s clothing
and dressed her to look the part. When the female CO escorted Angel to the front door and took one look at Angel in the outfit,
her face turned green with hate.
Angel smirked.
“Take a picture for Trina and Lil’ Kim and let ’em know who the baddest bitch really is!” Angel remarked, rubbing her wealth
in the face of the heavyset low-wage earner.
“Hmph, you’ll be back,” said the CO.
But going back wasn’t the plan for Angel. It was time for the jump off. She wasn’t only going to take back what was hers.
She was about to elevate the game to the next level. All who couldn’t hang had best bow out.
“Welcome to Continental flight 1707 from Atlanta, Georgia, to San Francisco, California. Enjoy your flight and don’t hesitate
to let us know if you need anything,” the shapely stewardess announced with a friendly smile.
Angel eyed the woman, from her long sexy legs to her small, slim waist and perky breasts, and couldn’t help but smile. The
flight attendant couldn’t help but notice and returned Angel’s smile with a grin of her own.
“Believe me, sweetie, you’ll be the first to know if I need anything,” Angel said, stressing
anything
.
“You do that,” the flight attendant flirted back as she walked down the aisle. Angel watched her from behind.
Angel was exotically gorgeous. Her time in prison had only served to enhance her already voluptuous figure. She and Goldilocks
had worked out religiously and had succeeded in sculpting Angel’s five-seven frame into a Beyoncé-type figure. Her panther-slant,
light-brown eyes gave her the look of a dangerous beauty.
She relaxed as the plane taxied and took flight. The takeoff was always the worst. She had only been on a plane twice in her
life and both times had been with Dutch. Her heart ached for him as she imagined him sitting next to
would be leverage Duke could use in getting World to agree to the mob backing he finally had in his corner. From there, it
was just a matter of time before he would push Young World aside and take his spot.
Everybody wants to be boss.
Duke checked his watch then picked up his cell phone and dialed his shooters. The phone rang several times before he heard
the aggravated voice of an awakened killer.
“Who this?”
“Get yo’ ass up, nigga! We got work to do,” Duke barked into the phone, flipping his plasma to ESPN to check the scores. Ty
snapped up and rubbed his eyes, trying to revive himself.
“Oh, what up, Duke, my bad son? I ain’t—”
“Yo, is you ready?” asked Duke, cutting him off.
“No doubt.”
“How the fuck is you ready and you asleep?” Duke fired back, catching Ty’s dumb ass in a trick question.
“I meant I’m getting ready, yo. Gimme like thirty minutes, aiight?” Ty said, standing up with the phone cradled to his cheek
while he put his pants on.
Duke didn’t even bother to reply. He simply hung up the phone and grabbed his keys to meet Ty at the rendezvous spot.
CHAPTER FIVE
F ree at last!
Angel stepped onto the Boeing 747 bound for San Francisco, California. She had been out twenty-four hours, and anyone who’s
been locked up knows the first twenty-four hours are always the sweetest. The air smelled fresh, not stale like the recycled
air inside the prison. The sun shone brighter and seemed to embrace her with welcoming warmth. Even the mundane sounds of
car horns and the hustle and bustle of everyday life was music to the ears of a person who hadn’t heard anything but the slamming
of steel and the gravelly shuffle on concrete. All that was behind her, and her lover, Goldilocks, had made sure that Angel
stepped out in style.
Goldilocks had a stretch Benz limo waiting outside the federal women’s prison in Alderson, West Virginia. But she didn’t stop
there. She had an outfit, shoes, and everything Angel needed waiting for her. Goldilocks knew Angel’s taste for men’s clothing
and dressed her to look the part. When the female CO escorted Angel to the front door and took one look at Angel in the outfit,
her face turned green with hate.
Angel smirked.
“Take a picture for Trina and Lil’ Kim and let ’em know who the baddest bitch really is!” Angel remarked, rubbing her wealth
in the face of the heavyset low-wage earner.
“Hmph, you’ll be back,” said the CO.
But going back wasn’t the plan for Angel. It was time for the jump off. She wasn’t only going to take back what was hers.
She was about to elevate the game to the next level. All who couldn’t hang had best bow out.
“Welcome to Continental flight 1707 from Atlanta, Georgia, to San Francisco, California. Enjoy your flight and don’t hesitate
to let us know if you need anything,” the shapely stewardess announced with a friendly smile.
Angel eyed the woman, from her long sexy legs to her small, slim waist and perky breasts, and couldn’t help but smile. The
flight attendant couldn’t help but notice and returned Angel’s smile with a grin of her own.
“Believe me, sweetie, you’ll be the first to know if I need anything,” Angel said, stressing
anything
.
“You do that,” the flight attendant flirted back as she walked down the aisle. Angel watched her from behind.
Angel was exotically gorgeous. Her time in prison had only served to enhance her already voluptuous figure. She and Goldilocks
had worked out religiously and had succeeded in sculpting Angel’s five-seven frame into a Beyoncé-type figure. Her panther-slant,
light-brown eyes gave her the look of a dangerous beauty.
She relaxed as the plane taxied and took flight. The takeoff was always the worst. She had only been on a plane twice in her
life and both times had been with Dutch. Her heart ached for him as she imagined him sitting next to
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