What’s Done In The Dark: A Series

Part I

Candy

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as soon as I put his manhood in my mouth. I wasn’t worried about anybody busting in on us, they knew what was up when my yellow ribbon was tied around the doorknob of the celebration room. D didn’t hold back, he was so loud I heard him moaning over the music that blasted from the front of the club. He knew rap music got me in the grove, ‘Ion like niggas, ion like bitches, ion like nobody, We can get gangsta, we can keep it cordial, How you wanna go bout it’ he managed to mumble along with MoneyBagg Yo as he squirmed in his seat. “Spit on it,” he said while palming a hand full of my hair. He was in heaven, and me? I didn’t mind, I had something else on my mind, anyway.

I wasn’t one of the girly girls, I mean I kept myself up, but I didn’t really understand why females chose to spend two hours putting on an entirely new face, to take it right off. I wore a blunt cut bob, clear lipgloss and mascara. Contrary to popular belief, that simple shit drove men crazy, in a world full Barbie’s, they still preferred Candace, well it’s Candy tonight.

Though I’m no spring chicken, I could definitely have the father or the son, or the father and the son for that matter. I’m a woman on a mission. So, All Star weekend was definitely my time to do what I did best, get money.

Gunshots rang out about 2:45am, just before he was about to bust. Gunshots meant two things. One, 5–0 would be here soon all in our business and two, Tami was about to fire the entire security team for letting heat get past the door. D nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the shots, quickly reaching for his pants, I’m guessing to retrieve his own heat. “See this why we can never have nothing!” I said standing to my knees, adjusting my pencil skirt and retrieving my blouse from the back of the bar stool. We both were eager to get to the front of the club, to make sure everything was everything. As soon as we bent the corner, there she was.

Tamis body lay lifeless on the bottom step of the club, covered in blood. I ran and kneeled next to her lifeless body. I propped her head on my leg and held her. I didn’t hear a sound in the club. “Call an ambulance!” I yelled through tears and slobber. I cried and rocked her. Tami was one of the most influential women in my life. She basically raised me. My soul cried louder than my mouth and considering how loud that was, I didn’t think I would be able to shake this loss.

The ambulance and police arrived after what felt like an hour. They moved me to the side and tried to administer CPR. Damnit, why didn’t I think of that, I thought. When I saw her laying there, I lost all common sense. I don’t think it would have did any good, though. She was gone.

The police wouldn’t let any of us leave. They questioned each of us in their make-shift offices, aka corners of the club. One of the detectives motioned for me to come to him, “there go that nigga right there,” a man yelled from one of the corners. The man looked in the direction of D, snarling, he pushed his fist into the palm of his hand. Simultaneously I heard a woman screaming from within the crowd, “get him, get him.”

The detective shifted his attention from me to D, “sir we need you to come with us,” he said extending his hand in an attempt to escort D to the door. “Clear this shit up Candy,” D said without even raising his voice. “Ma’am, were you with this man at the time of the shots?” All eyes were on me. The man and woman glared at me, looking for me to confirm D was not with me at the time Tami was shot. “Ma’am?” The detective questioned. “I just got back, he wasn’t with me,” I said looking directly into the detectives eyes. “Take him!” the detective exclaimed.

Part II

Candy

Interstate 75, the sign read. That’s exactly what his ass is going to get, 75 years. D was arrested for Tami’s murder, but he’d go down for so much more. For the last nine years Damon Baker, or D as most knew him, recruited all the finest women to work for him. In a big city like this, he made over $5000 every night. It wasn’t just that D didn’t pay his girls, but he treated them like shit. The street code was clear, if a woman wanted to leave, she could, but forcing her to stay and work, now that’s trafficking. D broke all the codes, underaged girls, dipping in his own stash, and me. I was his biggest mistake. I had him right where I wanted him.

“Peanut, June it’s me, Candy, the girls ready? They knew the drill, we had been through it one million times. Everybody knew where the meeting locations were and what time to be there. Once word got out that D was locked up, a new boss would be looking to come up off the news, snatch up all his girls and put them right to work.

I’m sure D was in a cold cell thinking how did he let his dick get him in a situation like this. He had a managed to avoid incarceration for a very long time, though he deserved every minute he’d sit rotting in that hell hole.

I arrived at the spot to pick up the first of the girls, they hurried out as we had planned and headed to the next spot. As soon as I turned onto the highway, red and blue lights appeared behind me. “Of course, why not add 5–0 to the situation. Shit!” I exclaimed. I quickly scanned the vehicle to see exactly which girls were with me so I could judge what they possibly had on them. “Does anybody have anything on them?” I asked with a stern voice, demanding the truth the first time. Now that Tami was gone, I was next in charge, and of course D was no longer a factor.

None of the girls said a word. “So I guess that’s a no!” I screeched. Here goes nothing, I thought, pulling over once I reached a well lit area. “Driver, turn off the vehicle.” I did as instructed. I stepped out of the vehicle hands raised, walking to the police officers car. I nodded twice, they rushed the vehicle, apprehending all 5 girls.