TYCE 3 (25 page)

 
 
 
 
 
Simple bitches would argue that lying on Tyce to his woman would only hurt my campaign to get him back on my team. But simple bitches think simple thoughts. By implanting a lie that may or may not be factual-Angelique’s true colors would emerge. Tyce would finally see her for the conniving, insecure, controlling, ungrateful bitch that she was. And if she thought just cuz she has his baby that was going to keep him with her, she was sadly and horribly incorrect.

 
 
 
 
 
What she didn’t know was that I was well aware of the fact Tyce was
used
to being alone and took pride in being upfront with people. He may be a thug, or whatever but he had a big heart. I understood that his heart no matter how tough he appeared on the outside was very fragile. For someone to question his honesty and devotion was the fastest way to lose him and best believe I would be there to locate his ass and reclaim what’s mine!

Who’s Raine

 
 
 
 
 
The District Attorney sat on his couch soaking wet as his captures stood over him.

“Who the fuck is Raine?” Tyce sat down next to him.

Mr. Seals shivered from the chill of the cold shower.

“I don’t know who she is. She contacted me over the phone only. I’ve never actually met her.”

“Call her.” Tyce leaned back on the sofa.

“What?” The D.A looked confused.

Tyce shook his head and looked up at Sway, “You know what Jackson, I’m really gettin’ tired of hearing the word
what
. It’s like muthafuckas can’t hear me or somethin’.”

Tyce put his mouth to Mr. Seal’s ear. “I SAID CALL HER!!! Did you hear that?”

The sudden yelling in his ear made his head jerk to the side to get away from the verbal assault.

“What do you want me to say?”

“Tell her that Angelique escaped, but you can guarantee that she’s a memory and you would like to meet in person to discuss the details. Tell her that you don’t wanna talk over the phone this time. I also want you to drop all the fake ass charges against Angelique, or I’ll kill you. Is that simple enough for you?” Tyce put his arm around

Mr. Seal’s wet shoulders.

“Yes, yes I can do that, but you promise you won’t kill me if I do what you ask…right?”

Tyce gave him a hug. “I promise. Now make the fuckin’ call.”

 
 
 
 
 
The D.A. was a bitch. He folded up like an ironing board when his life was threatened. He made the call, set up the meeting with Raine and destroyed all the files on Angelique’s case. He also deleted all the files from his computer and gave me the hard drives. Tomorrow morning he would officially dismiss the case. That would raise some suspicion, but at the end of the day it was his call. It was ironic that he usually was the one making deals, but now it was his turn to cop a plea. He assured me that no one would come after Angelique and that the false case was dead. He then made me promise not to kill him again after he said how sorry he was about a dozen times.

 
 
 
 
 
Pamela made sure I had all the personal information on him and Daphne Reynolds. My mom was the best at her job hands down. Because of her expertise I knew every one of their immediate family member’s names and addresses.
 
I made sure to share that with Mr. Seals, so he would keep his ass in check.

Bitch ass nigga.

Maybe You

 
 
 
 
 
I decided to put the D.A. on ice for a few days. I was waiting to see if he would really drop the case or not. The meeting with Raine was scheduled for the day after tomorrow, so in the mean time I had some time to kill. After I went to Gloria’s to check on Khari I found myself dialing Dallas’s number unconsciously. I didn’t
 
know exactly why I was doing it. My mind was on auto pilot at the time. Maybe it was because Angelique and I were barely talking, or because I felt like she didn’t trust me. Then again it could have been that I just missed Dallas and wanted to see her. Either way I found myself telling her I was on my way to see her. I really began to wonder what the hell was going on when I made a pit stop at the liquor store to pick up some Patron before I headed to her house. A super sexy woman, a pussy deprived dick and a man that was beefing with his lady. Add that together with a full bottle of tequila and you have a dangerous arrangement.

 
 
 
 
 
Dallas’s directions led me straight to the front door of her new home. She instructed me to let myself in when I arrived cuz she may or may not be out of the shower in time to let me in. So as I opened the unlocked door and stepped inside I immediately took a long deep breath looking around the impressive interior. Stevie Wonder sang softly in the background inviting me in.

Dozens of well placed candles glowed dimly giving the room a fiery romantic ambiance.

 
 
 
 
 
I followed the sound of running water down the hallway and found myself standing outside of the open bathroom door as hot steam clouds lazily wafted past me and into the hallway.

“Knock knock.” I tapped on the white wood door.

“Hey you! Make yourself at home. I’ll be out in a sec okay?” Her light voice sang out.

“Take ya time! Don’t rush.”

 
 
 
 
 
I paused a second too long taking in her dripping wet soapy silhouette thru the foggy glass shower door. Although it looked like 50 Jamaicans spent the last hour smoking weed in her bathroom, I could still see how tight her body was through the thick mist.

 
 
 
 
 
Once I relocated to the living room I sat on the couch first and then seconds later I moved to a chair. I made the furniture swap so she couldn’t sit next to me. I already felt myself getting weak after the shower scene, so I didn’t want to give her any excuse to sit her sweet smelling body next to mine and tease my nostrils
and
my dick at the same time.

“Aint gon be no fuckin’ tonight!” I told myself that while I smoothed my hands over my jeans.

What the hell was wrong with me? I was acting like a lil nigga taking his first driving test. I was trying to be courteous and wait for Dallas to come out of the shower before I cracked open the bottle of Patron. Her ass better hurry up, cuz I needed a shot to calm my damn nerves. Shit, the old me would have spun out of my clothes like Clark Kent, hopped in the shower and put this dick in Dallas faster than a speeding bullet! But, I wasn’t the old Tyce, I was the new Tyce and this nigga was a stranger I had to get to know.

 
 
 
 
 
Dallas finally came out of the shower in true Dallas Mitchell form. She was naked walking around the house like it was her birthday. She knew what she was doing; knowing that I had a weakness for a woman who wore her own skin like an outfit. I tried not to look at her freshly oiled up ass, but my right eye kept being disobedient as it zoomed in on the cocoa bubble when she purposely walked right by the chair I was sitting in.

“I see you brought some drank. I’ll get some shot glasses and some limes.” She strutted into the kitchen.

“Yeah, after the past few days I had, I need a drank.” I chuckled.

“Me too.” Dallas consigned as she shut the cabinets.

She returned to the living room with two shot glasses, sliced limes, and a pack of Djarums. My nude waitress looked around the room briefly trying to decide where to sit. I grinned to myself as she took a seat across from me on the couch by herself.

“I like your place.” I opened the bottle.

“Oh, thank you. I’m still kinda piecing it together. I got a few rooms I’m not quite done with yet.”

I noticed a beautiful crystal vase sitting on the mantle over the gas fire place. It had smooth carvings of naked woman circling all around it. Each one was striking a different pose.

“Damn that’s a nice vase.”

I poured the alcohol in the shot glasses. I rose from my chair and handed her a shot and a lime wedge.

“What kind of vase is that?” I walked over to get a closer look.

Dallas smiled proudly, “I jus’ bought that last week! I searched for a year to find that exact one. It’s a Lalique Crystal Bacchantes vase. It was designed by Rene Lalique in 1927. That baby right there cost me 4,000 dollars and it’s worth every penny. I love that vase.”

“Damn 4,000 huh?” I looked back at her.

“Yep.” She stared at it lovingly.

I picked up the stunning work of art to admire it from all angles. I held it up high above my head and let it drop nine feet to the hardwood floor below. That punk ass vase shattered into a thousand pieces!

“OH MY GOD…YOU JUS’ BROKE MY FUCKIN’ LALIQUE!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! I JUS’ GOT FINISHED SAYIN’ HOW MUCH I LOVE THAT VASE AND YOU JUS’ UP AND DROPPED IT…WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” Dallas stood up spilling her shot all over her forearm.

There was no way I was going to waste my drink like she just did. So, I casually moved my black suede Jordan’s over the bits and pieces of glass and walked toward her. We stood a few feet apart. I was fully dressed and she was completely naked as I raised my glass.

“That’s what you get for lying on me. Now we’re even. Cheers.” I downed my shot and smiled.

Dallas was in complete shock. She couldn’t believe what just happened to her precious Lalique. But, then again she couldn’t be to mad about it, after all she did tell a bold faced lie.

“I guess I had that comin’.” She looked up at me.

“Yep, I know you didn’t think I forgot about that shit.”

“Well, I was kinda hopin’ you did. I thought everything was cool when you said you wanted to see me.”

“I said I wanted to see you, I never said everything was cool.” I corrected her.

Dallas looked at her glass covered floor. “So what do we do now?”

I grinned. “We drink and then I got a few things I wanna do to you.”

She folded her arms across her breasts. “Like what kinda things?”

“The kinda things you’ll like.” I lightly smacked her bare thigh.

“Awww, shit, let me pour me another drank then.” Dallas did a little happy dance.

The rest of the night I paid close attention to Dallas. I returned to my seat in the chair and motioned for her to sit between my open legs. Before she sat down I placed a pillow on the floor to cushion her ass. She happily obliged resting her head on my inner thigh as I gently scratched and massaged her scalp. After that I brushed her hair from front to back making sure not to miss a single strand. I could tell from her relaxed posture that she was in seventh heaven from my tender touches. Following the sexual salon experience I rubbed her feet with lotion and massaged her ankles, heels, and toes. Last but not least I gently kissed her in all the places that never got kissed.