already have two of ‘em policemen on my salary son.”
“They aint gon’ do nuth'in to ya’ unless I pay’em to .”
Thinking of a million and one things that can go wrong, the creole scowls. “I’m tak’in a lot of fuck’in risk,” he sneers.
“And I gott’a damn judge and detectives. All und’a my damn belt,” Slick says. He does not tell his partner that Kelly’s money is paying for it all.
Hearing about judges in on the plan, Benjamin is slightly relieved.
Glancing upstairs as both men hear the woman giggle, like clockwork, the creole has one question.
“Who’s pay’in fo’ all of this?,” he asks, quick as a whip.
Slick smiles, hearing his wives signature chuckle.
“Who else, ‘Ms. Moneybag-Good Pussy’,” he winks.
Right as Kelly walks in.
Instantly, hearing her husbands response, the sassy blonde quickly slaps the thug in the back of his head.
“Say that again and it will be your face next,” she grins, Sally giggling behind
her.
His head smarting something awful, Slick rubs the back of his skull as Benjamin laughs. “Yep .... ah ..... honey. Benjamin and I was jus’ talk’in bout’ how we gon’ need ta’ take a few days away.”
“We gon’ to NOLA',” the blue eyed hustler grins.
Sally returns from the kitchen with some warm milk for her mistress, handing it to her Kelly.
“Sounds like trouble .....,” the assistant says, pecking Kelly on her forehead. .
“So. Why ya tell’in me. As you so eloquently put it, you have my money,” the blonde flapper quips.
Slicks grins meekly, still rubbing the back of his head. “Just thought ya’ should kno’. Thats all bebe.”
Sitting across, Benjamin laughs as Sally snickers.
“Ya’ pussy whipp’d lik’a school boy in a brothel nigga,” the creole laughs.
Glaring over at the creole as Sally snickers more, Kelly grins, sipping her warm milk. “You want some of what I just gave to his ass?,” the sassy blonde snides.
“Let me get up negro. I’m ‘bout ready for your black ass too.”
The night wears on as everybody talks pleasantries. As much as the men can say. Kelly hates talking about ‘blood business’ especially in front of Sally. Ironically enough.
Soon everyone retires to bed. Benjamin is sleeping his rooms, Slick and Kelly are in their own master bedroom, making love at least twice. A ritual Slick always performs before business. He might not get back alive.
Alone, downstairs in the dark, her tender face lit only by street lights, Sally sips warm milk herself. Thinking about all that has transpired, the young beauty looks off into space. Slowly, she turns to an open kitchen window, feeling the cool night air float in.
The moment is ironic.
Sally adores her new family, the boys and Kelly. But its silent moments like this that make their friendship precious. Like relaxing after a good meal. Closing her eyes as silence takes over her gentle soul like a serene peaceful blanket, a breeze floats by. Pleasant and reminiscent, the young woman feels instantly thankful.
Caught up in her thoughts, Sally does not see Benjamin as he watches her longingly, nor did she hear the scoundrel creep downstairs for her attention.
Gently in the dark house, the creole’s gaze falls to the young woman’s small perfect breast showing through her simple cotton night gown.
“Gu’d night angel,” Benjamin whispers, almost as a thought.
The lovable thug looks away lovingly as he carefully creeps back upstairs, getting the young woman out his mind.
Kelly secretly told him how upset Sally was earlier. His love needs her to be at peace tonight. Besides, he has done enough damage already.
The creole thinks about how he took advantage of the young nymph, shaking his head.
As his feet gently make their way to steps leading upstairs, Benjamin looks back to the woman he loves with all his heart.
The lights are out in the dinner room, all is dark except for outside street lamps illuminating Sally. As if an angel deciding on the creole’s redemption.
Benjamin smiles at the thought, finally looking away as he makes his way up the stairs. Not making a sound.
Sitting at the kitchen table, Sally looks around as she smells a familiar after shave. The lovely dame instantly smiles.
“Benjamin .... you can stop hid’in boy,” she grins, so very glad.
Nearly up the stairs, the handsome carmel skinned hunk grins.
“I’m still here baby-girl ......”
Looks like tonight is going to be better than he planned.
Chapter 4
Show Me
Morning finds the troupe, Dames and Gentlemen. Arguing as usual.
Its a beautiful Sunday morning and church service is about to start in two hours. Benjamin still does not understands why he has to put himself in certain danger. Even if his partner in crime says that he has everything under control. There are somethings that need not be tested and Slick knows this first hand.
“Look. I still don’t see why I have ta’ turn myself in fucka’”
“Why don’t ya’ turn ya’ self in asshole,” Benjamin sneers.
Hearing the creole’s colorful language early on a Sunday morning, Kelly glares over from pouring her first cup of coffee. “You do realize its Sunday Benjamin ?”
“Can we curtail that filthy mouth of yours for Monday?,” she says.
Sally simply snickers with her hand over her mouth as usual.
Benjamin
