The Perfect Plan: Retribution

By D Johnson

A plan is only as good as its execution... and Eddie Jackson is a master executioner.

After instituting a fierce set of phases to establish the foundation of his ultimate utopia, the death of his partner in crime threatens to plunge Eddie Jackson into a world of conflict and doubt. His resolve challenged, and loyalties strained, Eddie must reflect on the direction the current course of events has taken and adapt his moves to counter hidden agendas.

Will he press forward with his plan? Will he abandon his mission? Or will guilt cause him to be phased out?

• Language: English
• Publisher: D Johnson
• Release date: May 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476150543

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D. Johnson Presents:

The Perfect Plan

Retribution

The Perfect Plan Series

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The Perfect Plan – Retribution

By Johnson

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North Carolina…Six Months Later

Chapter Eighteen

Sixty thousand. Plus, you still get to manage the spot.

Listen my nigga, I don’t need no partner.

Are you sure?

Positive! Now how about you be on your way, ‘cause ain’t no business for you here.

Are you positively sure that’s your answer?

Motherfucker! Get the hell up out of my club before I put my foot in yo ass and kick you out! The club owner rose from the seat behind his desk. Does that sound positive enough for you?

TJ wasn’t the least bit fazed by the threat. He had been expecting it. In fact, it would be fair to say that he was guilty of provoking it. This was the second time that week he’d been refused. He would respond to this threat as he had with the previous one… Well, I guess I had better be leaving, he replied. He got up to leave, turned… But… you should have taken my offer, he added, then he spun back around - revealing a black, .380 automatic pistol.

Don’t!

What? TJ retorted. Shoot! He squeezed the trigger. The bullet plucked the owner in the mouth, a centimeter above his upper lip, just a touch under the nose. I thought sixty thousand was too much anyway, he hissed, then took a few steps closer, and let off four more shots.

Minutes later, TJ was dragging the owner’s body through the back door of the club and flipping it into an empty dumpster that sat adjacent to the building.

Did you have to kill him? Envey asked.

Outwardly startled by her unexpected appearance, TJ said, Girl, you scared the shit out of me! I thought I asked you to wait in the car?

I heard the shots, so I came to see if you were alright.

Yeah, I’m fine, but you have to start listening to me. You’re supposed to be watching for the cops, not sneaking up on me.

I wasn’t sneaking, I was checking, she corrected. Besides, we’re like ten minutes from civilization. Ain’t no cops coming out here, especially on a Sunday morning.

TJ sighed loudly. Envey was just impossible to deal with; she did what she wanted, when she wanted. When Crime had asked him to keep an eye on her, he had no idea she would be so uncontrollable. Okay, I give. Let’s just get out of here. We got one more spot to visit, then we can swing by and check Alaysha and Tyrod.

You didn’t answer my question. Why’d you have to kill him? she persisted.

I ain’t have no choice, he pulled a gun on me first… If I -

You always say that! she cut in, and I don’t believe you. You’re just mean.

Mean! TJ’s face stiffened. You got the wrong word, and definitely the wrong thought. Ain’t no meanness about it. I’m out here putting in work so we can eat. I gave Crime my word that I would hold you and Tyrod down and that’s what I’m doing, he replied, heading towards Envey’s new Ford Focus: which had been parked discretely on the side of the club.

TJ, please, I doubt very seriously that what Crime had in mind was for you to be taking me on these little assassination missions of yours, she said while opening the driver’s side door.

What Crime wanted was for us to build up the club and then expand. I’ve done that. The club is the hottest underground spot in Charlotte, and after this meeting today we’ll have two clubs. So, stop knocking the method and respect the results, Inside the Ford, after keying the engine, throwing the gear in drive, and pressing the gas pedal, Envey said, Results or not, I’m tired of living like this. Ever since I got down here it’s been nothing but drama.

I bet you ain’t tired of this new car of yours or that free money I’ve been lumping your pockets with, he stated, his voice filled with mockery. You done got spoiled, that’s –

I am not spoiled!

Hah! Spoken like a true spoiled brat.

Uggghhhh! Whatever, she mumbled as she waved him off with her hand.

Neither offered conversation during the ride to the next strip club. While TJ never gave a second thought to her accusation of him being mean, or any other part of their conversation - Envey did nothing but think about his remarks. She wasn’t spoiled. You have to be rich to be spoiled, she reasoned, and she was far from rich. Shit, she was struggling to maintain just like he was. The only reason she had a new car was because he’d bought it for her, which she didn’t ask for. Nor did she ask for he and Tyrod to give her a thousand a week when she had decided to go to school full-time and stop dancing at the club -

Hey! You listening to me or what? TJ yelled with annoyance in his voice.

I hear you! You ain’t got to yell! What, you trying to break my damn eardrum?

I said I was hungry.

And? she responded with natural attitude.

And if you were paying attention, you would have heard me tell you to stop by the Burger King over there and grab something to eat while I go handle this business.

What happened to being your getaway driver? she asked sarcastically as she brought the car to a stop in front of the club.

You know what your problem is? You need some dick in your life, you got way too much mouth and attitude.

Fuck you! Envey responded,throwing up her middle finger in the air between them.

You see? That’s what I mean. What you need to do is hook up with one of these big-ass country boys that grew up knocking out horses and wrestling bulls and let him loosen up all that tension you got in the back of some barn, he joked.

Envey couldn’t help letting out a curt laugh. If he’s knocking out horses and wrestling bulls, you can bet that he ain’t getting none of this city pussy. I ain’t into all that kinky shit, I like my men simple and civilized.

How about you just getting a man, period?

How about you just going to handle your business so we can get to Alaysha’s place. You know Tyrod is waiting for us to help him move his things over there, or did you forget?

Nah, I ain’t forget, he said unenthusiastically. Give me fifteen minutes. This nigga just wants me to meet his partner. It shouldn’t take long at all.

TJ got out of the car and walked toward the club’s front entrance.

** ** ** ** **

The ride to Burger King took Envey no more than five minutes. After spending another five minutes trying to decide if she wanted the fish sandwich or the Whopper, she was heading back to the club to pick up TJ. By the time she had double-parked across the street, opposite the club, TJ’s fifteen minutes had run out.

Envey wasn’t the impatient type, but TJ had a way of pushing her patience to the limit. To him, fifteen minutes was the equivalent of an hour and she had no intention of staying out there that long. You got ten minutes, and then I’m coming in to get you, she said out loud before reaching into the glove compartment for her Chanel sunglasses.

It was a few minutes past noon and the sun was already becoming irritating. Damn South, she thought as she recalled how hot it had been every day since she’d arrived in Charlotte. She was a winter baby and preferred cold air and snow to heat and rain. She didn’t mind a little sunshine in her life, but she did mind being cooked by it; as was the case in North Carolina. The sun didn’t just tan you, it baked you. It was relentless and, where it couldn’t send it’s aggressive yellow rays, it sent its oppressive waves of heat. There was no escaping it, unless of course, you owned a refreshing blue Ford Focus, equipped with an official A.C. system, as she did; and was now enjoying while periodically slipping her slim fingers into the Burger King bag and stealing a few of TJ’s french-fries.

Chewing on a fry, she glanced over at the club’s front entrance, and then at the street. There was nothing unusual going on, just a few passing vehicles and an uncrowded sidewalk.

It’s like a ghost town, she whispered, taking another fry from the bag. When she looked back at the club’s front door, it was opening. Yes! she said with excitement, and then sucked her teeth in disappointment when it wasn’t TJ who came out. She was about to get out and head across the street to the club when the door opened again and TJ emerged. It’s about – her words fell short when she spotted a gangling looking man walk out the door behind him - one arm around TJ’s shoulder, the other concealed under his shirt.

Envey watched in confusion as the scene unfolded, not exactly sure what to make of it. Out of instinct, she inched down in her seat and kept a level eye on TJ. The first man to exit the club was now getting into a dark green Four Runner that had been parked just outside. She watched intently as the second man led TJ to the jeep. It was at that moment, that she realized that TJ’s face was scuffed, especially around his left cheekbone. She also noticed that he never once looked her direction, but kept his head turned away from her.

A million questions ran through her mind all at once. What had gone wrong? Did he expect her to act, and if so, what action should she take? Should she ram the jeep? If she did ram it, then what? She didn’t have a gun and even if she did, it wouldn’t matter because she had never fired a pistol in her entire life. She would probably end up hitting TJ, or worse, herself.

Nigga, what have you gotten yourself into? she asked aloud as she watched the gangling looking man hop into the jeep and close the door behind TJ.

A few seconds later, as the jeep pulled out of the parking lot, Envey – instinctively - shifted the car into drive and followed.

Chapter Nineteen

She was facedown, both hands extended outward on the mattress before her – just under her collarbone. Her knees provided support, while the bottom of her back arched about four inches off of the bed. Her hair, which had been in a bun, was now loose, wet and stringy. Her toes were curled, her nipples erect, her breathing labored, and sweat glistened on her skin.

Ty, whatever you do, don’t stop, it was a demand, poorly disguised in a seductive tone.

Tyrod recognized the words for what they were and had no intention of stopping. If anything, he wanted to stay inside of her forever.

Is it good to you, baby? she whispered, almost inaudibly.

Hell yeah! You damn right! It’s the bomb! he wanted to say, but instead responded by tightening his grip around her waist and riding her with more determination than ever.

She understood the act, the sexual language he was speaking. It was what she needed to hear and