Life After Death by Cliff White III Read Free Book Online Page A

and although all of the muscles in my hands and arms were on fire, the satisfaction of a fresh murder had me feeling euphoric! Even when her bowels let loose a couple of seconds before she took her last breath, the foul odor magnified the satisfaction I felt. I looked down at her wide-open, lifeless eyes, and smiled as I leaned forward and pushed her stank ass out of the car before any other cars showed up. I looked at Redman and smiled.
         “Let’s hit up Players Club at Wagons Wheel off of North Point Road. There’s some women in there that will make you forget anything that you were thinking about for the time you are in there. I promise you that.
         “That’s the plan, then after we burn this stank ass car.”

     
     
    Chapter 14
     
         It was seven o’clock in the morning, and I had just gotten in from Players Club. We had had a ball, especially Redman. It cost me five hundred to have this white girl, who looked just like Jennifer Anniston with a banging body, take him into the VIP room, and she screwed his brains out! Meanwhile, I just got my drink on. The feeling of complete gratification for getting revenge had me in a good mood, so I got hundred dollar lap dances from all of the dancers.
          I was on our porch smoking this chocolate Dutch, excited and  ready to go in there and wake Samantha up the way she always loves me to. And yeah, I said “our” porch, as in Samantha and me. After the robbery, we had moved into an apartment two floors up from Redman, who had recently moved Fatima in with him. Sajuan’s stash definitely had the twelve kilos of raw coke and the ten pounds of purple that Samantha had said he had in there. Add that to two hundred and ninety four thousand, and you had to know that this meant that we were all the way on our feet!
         Since the allure of the drug game was getting to me, I satisfied the itch by selling four kilo’s of coke after giving Redman eight of them. Six were on consignment and two were out of love. I sold each one for fifteen thou, and was able to get rid of them in one day with Redman’s clientele. My itch was satisfied because the four guys I sold the kilo’s to were young black men and though they were shining right now, I knew that in a year they would either be dead or in prison or getting high off their own supply.
    And Sajuan wasn’t done with his giving ways. According to his lawyer, he had had an extremely strong affinity for younger women, and, whenever he fell in love with one, he tended to go all the way in with her. His lawyer was used to altering his will each time he fell in love with a younger woman, so he didn’t contest the fact that everything was left to Samantha, which made her an instant millionaire. I couldn’t imagine how many times that cat rolled over in his grave every day!
           Fatima kept the club running the same except creating “Sexy Nights,” which was a prostitution ring under the guise of an escort service. The most desired strippers from different strip clubs throughout the city had been quick to collect their five thousand dollar bonus for joining the team.
         Meanwhile, we had opened up a raw coke and dope shop on Winchester, which was in the West side of the city. Our Aunt Terry had been in this neighborhood for over thirty years. So, she and her eight sons and four daughters reigned supreme there. We paid them a lot of money to run our drug strip.
         My female cousins were the lookouts on the block.  Aunt Terry separated all of the bills,  counted all of the money and kept all of the dollar bills. Our faces had never been seen, and we had done our best to make sure that our names didn’t start ringing in the streets. Even though we really didn’t need to be getting money in these streets, our mentality was a common one:  “once you in love with the streets, it’s almost impossible to break up with her!”
         My thoughts were disturbed by the sound of