A Trap Within A Trap

Chapter 22

AN: Welcome to my few readers. Tho you are few I find you often very close to my heart on some of my darkest nights alone. We are now at the median of this 1st half of this journey, and I hope your are by now intrigued in the least. 

I appreciate all the votes especially on the prologue. That unfortunately is about the only section of this book I can read again and again to find absolutely no flaws in story and flow. The poetic flow is how I envision my entire book to emulate, yet it takes so much of my time and very soul to reach that level of artistry.

I know exactly how much of myself I will have to give to the editing process of this book, and I just don't have enough of myself to give. For now I am still homeless and seldom get a chance to think of much else other than survival. 

Thank you for your readership, and thank you for your patience found within this often grammatic nightmare.

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PART 2

Perched upon a mountain side with the beach in the distance stands the three story 8,000 ft.² Art Deco ranch villa, overlooking the small mansion rich town of West Islip . The blue within green of the Atlantic fills the view of every window to it's east. Two pools; one Olympic sized in the backyard or as they call it now "the patio", the second installed after purchase on the second floor off from the master bedroom, a smaller infinity with drop off. Jaquez figured Omari had this two hundred thousand stack pool installed for the private adult company she'd want to entertain, in-time.

Standing within the circular driveway in front of the main double king-sized double doors made of cherry oak, the family stood in awe under Jaquez's arms, a perfect missed opportunity for a family portrait. They stood in silent awe of their new home. The double doors wedged wide open as droves of professional movers followed the orders Omari had given in detail to the company's manager. Nothing could take away Jaquez's feeling of accomplishment right at this moment.

Things had changed quickly once Mojo hit the streets. The novelty of a new drug on the market had the fiends in a frenzy, from the executive types to street zombies alike. The paper doubled the first month, then quadruple the second. 'Marisa said it was called exponential. That was a math she had tah teach me cuz I never saw a number move that fast besides just addition and subtraction.'

'So much money me and Fish were happy to pay Feed and "The family's" combined sixty percent cut just to get it off our hands. Finding stash houses for the fuckin cash was more of a problem then the fuckin candy.' Whole houses filled with fresh and recently un-crumpled bills, stacked floor to ceiling in every room.  Marissa had taught Jaquez some of the tricks of the trade in international syndicated Mafia business practices, but he could tell she held back. 'I'm sure she's doing what she can to help me out. She could be the brains of this love.'

'Almost two years and the money AIN'T, slow down yet.' he thought. The 72 foot fully staffed yacht about to be drop next week, his and her Land Rovers with the new Italian Forgiato 20 inch rims, the kids in the preppie private school. Omari stood on tiptoes to deliver an endearing kiss on Jaquez's cheek to then say what every man whose head is on straight dreams of his woman saying "You did it baby." His stomach lurched and warmed, and the biggest Kool-Aid smile lit up his face. "Okay y'all. Lets go settle in." She said and the kids took off giggling and laughing. "Y'all make sure you don't get in the movers way!" Omari yelled wondering if the kids even heard her through the excitement, the noise, or the distance they made by the time she finished her sentence.

"You know I'm going to be worried about them playing around in all this luxurious space. I won't be able to just listen for them anymore, or just call out and expect them to hear me." Omari said through a smile, knowing that was a complaint she never dreamed of having. She of course wouldn't of given the fact that it sounded ungrateful, a second thought. Jaquez in a way enjoyed how spoiled his wife was beginning to be lately. He felt that warmth of the stomach again, after all this fact was also another accomplishment. He had watched his father all his life work to spoil his mother with what little they had.

"White folk problems." he replied and they laughed together at the inside joke they had since they met. She turned from under his arm to give Jaquez a squeeze then began leading him by the hand toward the house "So, let's have a karaoke night, setup just the entertainment center ..." She was tugged back by Jaquez's lack of movement, without turning back to him her smile was instantly washed away. She stood froze just a moment too long. He felt the tension in her arm.

"Come on baby, you know if I gotta make moves it's for us to keep all that we got."

"No, Jah!" she yelled turning "I KNOW, you going to yo blue eyed bitch!"

"Here we go, look stop yelling and putting our business out ..."

"OH, so not only am I right, but NOW ...NOW!" she twirled herself around open mouthed, with extra neck twisting ending with her head perched back to then discharge a finger into the side of his head. "... she's "OUR" business!? What? HELL soon she'll be moving in with us, huh!?" she finished full of theater for her audience.

"Damn baby ...", he whispered and whimpered in response, caught off guard because the idea had crossed his mind, "I'm not seein nobody! I got business with the fuckin crew. You need to get your fuckin spies on point! Look ..." He took a deep breath. While putting his hands on her shoulders along with his smile "Look boo, don't fuck this day up, aight. I'll be back tonight."

"No you won't you'll be back tomorrow, tired and shit, and wanna sleep." Jaquez opened his mouth to speak and she cut him off "... and no I ain't catch yo ass fah sure yet, but I be smellin yo dick when you sleep! And when I give you them surprise blow jobs." '...but why yo shit come back smellin like nuthing is what I wanna know. Not soap, not funk, not nuthin?' She thought to herself.

The movers could be heard snickering, he didn't even want to look they're way. If he wasn't so bronze he could've been seen blushing. This was one of those times when he wanted to grab her by the throat both hands, and shake out all the pain of being locked those years, fighting to survive with no support. Knowing the woman he was supposed to rely on ... 'My wife betrayed me, for the golden dick. And was fuckin my pahtna for years. Just cuz you got all squared up with your lord, all born again and shit don't mean you squeaky clean you dirty bitch!' he thought so hard he could feel his face contorting and his sight was starting to black out. 'Maybe it's time? It's not when I planned, but when would be the right time!'

"Moooommmmmy!" Alyssia dragged out her call from her second floor bedroom window, "Greg won't stop touching my toys!" she wined. Jaquez turned from Omari so he could calm down, and allowing the sweet summer beach breeze in. He also opened his eyes wide so that the tears which were beginning would dry. He was sad, or even hurt he was angry and frustrated.

'Where this fuckin dude at?' he thought 'He need to save my life right now.' A Porche SUV came down his majestic drive way, right on cue. Jaquez's Land Rover was blocked in by the movers. If he wasn't he would've just scoot on out of the bullshit, and just meet Fish at the spot.

"Baby it's ok, just practice sharing boo bear." he yelled up to Allyssia, but realized his face was burning form the evil eye Omari was shooting at him. 'Fuck it, she already think I'm being slick so...' while looking at Omari but in the same daddy tone he yelled "... and I promise you'll get better at it."Omari's evil eye veered off to the drive way just as he heard the cobble stone grinding under the luxury SUV, that was traveling at a crawl. 'He enjoyin this I'll bet he'd been scopin this drama from jump.' To be extra funny Fish pulled up to Jaquez doing less than 1 mile per hour, making Jaquez have to stand there under Omari's mean mug minutes longer than necessary.