Sex Money and Murder

By Xlibris US

This novel is based on the character named J.D or John Dough, who decides to come up with some cash by robbing a bank with his partner and lover Sunshine.

Well this decision puts in play a chain of events that began to engulf love ones and friends who hed had no intention of ever having be involved.

Murder and betrayal is the epoch of J.D life after that one bad decision. Hidden truths about people hed once trusted began to resurrect on his path of trying to get out of going to prison and taking his friends with him.

While attempting to keep a straight head to figure out his next chess move with out being checkmated. He began to realize the love hed suppressed for Dimmie Davis who was his fianc, which he abandoned but now needed to aid him in figuring out this complex paradox hes now stuck in.

His nemesis is Detective Gonzales and a slew of others he creates on his path to redemption. So I hope you enjoy this roller coaster ride of sex, money and murder with J.D and God, who is constantly revealing revelations with hindsight knowledge and prophetic wisdom on his race to survive!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499008739

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CHAPTER 1

(J.D.)

Early Friday morning I woke up with my mind set on a lick I planned for six months. Today was finally the day. I’m in bed with my partner Sunshine and her girlfriend Diablo, Ms. Diablo. Remember this bitch!

Anyway, she knew nothing of me and Sunshine game plan. First, I had to go to the supply store, get a couple of items. While I’m doing that Sunshine is dropping her bitch off and stopping by Tony Two Foot who carries every firearm made in the U.S and Germany. You know why she’s there! Without her saying it I knew she’s stopping by Dre Deathtrap Johnson who sold fire on the east side of Cleveland. I just prayed she did that first before going to Tony’s.

Now Dre was my nigga from when I was a kid although one time Sunshine had his nose so open he snoozed on twenty five hundred dollars and a whole pound of cush. That was my way of punishing him for crossing me for a bitch!

Leaving the supply store I had to pick up the clothes from the cleaners and meet Sunshine at the house before 1:30 pm. The lick is at 2:15 so its 11am and I’m making good time. I call Tony and make sure my order was filled completely, you got to do that. Nowadays, cat see you send a female to handle your business and take that as a sign of weakness, so basically I just call hoe checking.

While on the phone, I got buzzed and knew who it was, that bitch Diablo. I think I left this and that. She just trying to get conversation, see whenever she’s over I pay her no attention period. I just don’t trust this hoe, her name for one. Who calls their self ‘devil,’ and then she looks conniving. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a dime all day long.

She’s half black and Mexican from Portugal, pretty ass skin with a beautiful figure, but it’s something about her eyes. That shit irks me. I told Sunshine about the hoe but she thinks it’s kind of cute. Truthfully, I really think Sunshine only like her because I can’t stand her so she know she don’t have to worry about me ever cheating with her.

Now Sunshine is about 5 f.t 130 lbs. and has a figure that’s perfect for a thong and halter top, not to mention the tattoos and piercings. Oh yeah, and she’s of Caucasian descent.

It’s 12:30pm by now I’m headed back to the house but shit was going to good. Ring, Ring, just the way the phone rung I knew. Hello Whuz up, this Big show. Now this muthafucka I can’t stand, you ever meet a begging never satisfied as nigga? He crying, Man my last pack wasn’t like what you usually give me, come on JD swing by we need to talk. Rule one, never change your game plan, flat out. That’s one I know too well, sit tight I’ll be there. Yea right! This muthafucka cop two and a quarter and I’m supposed to leap every time he call, ain’t that some shit?

Anyway back to my mission, go home, go over everything one last time and roll with it. I usually don’t allow people I deal with to get high before a heist but I’ve worked with Sunshine before and realize she works better that way.

I pulled up to my incognito ranch style home, it’s brick trimmed in white, a deck that I had attached in the back, fenced in yard for my two pit bulls named Kilo and Cocaine. It’s cozy plus with what I do in Cleveland you can’t be on that flamboyant shit. These niggas will rat you out just because they broke.

I’m pissed because this bitch isn’t here and I knew she shot to the east side for that smoke, but what’s fucked up is she has all the guns on her she picked up from Tony. I just started to pray {Psalms 20}. I hear her truck pulling up now. Thanks Yah. It’s on and popping. I thought. The time is 1:15, good timing, if I do say so myself. Only thing now is the equipment check, two vest, four Ruger nines, eight clips, duct tape. Hey you never know. Finally a blonde and a dreadlock wig.

Now all we need is to call Jimmy Joe to make sure we got wheels, he supposed to have a Monte Carlo S.S, black with mind yo business tint. {Ring, Ring} Sorry but we’re not home, Fuck, answering machine, then pulling in the driveway with Young Jeezy, "Let’s Get It Playing. Man, turn that shit down fool. I yelled from the porch. Jimmy said You were just calling me, weren’t you? Tell the truth! I got this one from North Olmstead so it won’t be hot until tomorrow."

I’m thinking everything is fallin in place. Jimmy Joe doesn’t know shit either. The less who knows, the less I worry, the more I sleep at night. Now let Jimmy Joe take the truck. I drive the Monte and Sunshine takes the black STS.

All the equipment is with me, and Sunshine is trailing. We’re parking the Caddy two and a half blocks from Fifth Third Bank on East Sixth Street downtown in front of a parking garage, and it’s funny because the bank has valet parking in front, so around two to three o’clock the parking attendants are so busy they won’t notice us parked thirty feet from the oval driveway where the famous people of society pull in for lunch and leave regularly. I surveillance the bank to see how long I can park there before the traffic police call for a tow truck while writing a ticket and blow the whole lick.

My heart is beating faster than usual like right after busting a nut and you still have a couple pumps left in you, adrenaline, that’s the feeling. We parked the Lac and Sunshine hopped in with her blonde wig and business suit, black leather gloves reaching in the bag handing me two nines already locked and loaded. I felt like I was in a scene from Pulp Fiction, Set It Off and A Long Kiss Goodnight all at once.

Inside Sunshine pocket is a picture of this teller bitch daughter and husband playing in front of their suburban home, {I’ve been a bad boy, Lord forgive us} A typed note in the shape of a bank check.

Pulling to the spot, I give her last instructions, and the parking attendants busy as usual so it’s on. It should only take one minute once she reach the right teller, I’m there to cover security and fill space to make sure she reaches the right one by counting heads of customers in front of us. It should work.

She’s at the teller, so I act as if I forgot something. I move toward the counter where the withdrawal and deposit slips are. I love the look on people face when they’re forced to make a split life decision and the time is against them. Money is being exchanged and I move to the door to pull the car up as she walks out.

We pull off, she lights the blunt that was left in the ashtray a half mile and two left turns. I see the back of the lac I exhale, The bitch shitted on herself literally. Sunshine’s says while letting smoke out her mouth. Thank Yah. I pray while pulling in the parking garage. I leave Sunshine in the Lac while I park the Monte in the garage. But by the time I come down the stairs I see a police on the side of the Lac and Sunshine talking to them still with the money and bag of guns in the whip. MUTHAFUCKA!

I take out the two nines and put back on my dreadlock wig. I’m walking toward the police car from behind and Sunshine start busting. When I make it to the car the police is slumped on the dashboard and the horn is blazing I reach in the car and sit the cop straight up so the horn’ll stop. The only blessing was Sunshine convinced Tony to throw in two silencers and they’ll go on a date one day. That foxy bitch!

I pull off frantic. I’ve been in many money situations but damn, fuck the bank! Two dead cops but I don’t let Sunshine know I damn near shitted my pants. Even though I was going to do them myself I ask her, What made you start popping? Kind of stuttering in a squeaky voice.

I had to do It. she says nonchalantly. As the cop was shooting his best Romeo rendition my description and the whole bank incident came over the radio. Fuck it. I saw it in his eyes. They planned to get me in the car and probably gang bang me before taking the money and hauling my ass to jail.

I’m thinking 78 grand, two dead cops and some shitty silk drawers. What a fucking day! If shit couldn’t get worse, on all the stations a picture of Sunshine with the wig, a nice ass picture I might add, and a snitching parking attendant who was on break describing the Monte Carlo. Ain’t that a bitch!

The only thing that flashed in my mind was Ms. Diablo. Wig or no wig she knows Sunshine face. Then Jimmy Joe knows about the car and I’m not doing fed time for nobody, capish?

CHAPTER 2

(J.D.)

I traded in the Cadillac and purchased the new BMW, neon blue, yet it seems I can’t relax having nightmares of Jimmy Joe going to the cops. I thought about it deeply and decide to make a couple phone calls to some of my old niggas.

Lownuff is a personal friend of mine that went way back like flat tops and Adidas. I told’em I need a face to face, you know the place and time, our regular.

Whenever I say that we go to our childhood hangout Jack Rabbit Hill at 8:00 in the morning and he already know to call Deathtrap. We all got down and dirty in the past. We got secrets on each other like the president and Watergate or Monica Lewinski scandals, I mean shit that deep!

Me and Sunshine stash the loot and she take a couple stacks and go to Oberlin to see her folks, her and her son Jeremiah. I’m whipping her black Mitsubishi Eclipse. Driving the Beamer, I’m subject to get pulled over every block in the hood and my nerves too bad for that shit right now.

Next morning we meet. I’m always early with Deathtrap and Low is always late. Deathtrap laughing at me getting out this little ass sport car. Deathtrap has an Escalade and Low pull up in a Navigator always with music blasting when they arrive.

I’m drinking a cappuccino French vanilla talking with Deathtrap; He telling me how he seen my girl on the news a couple days ago, joking; but my heart dropped to my nuts. I tell him chill out. By this time Lownuff walked up giving us dap and hugs asking what’s up with the John Adams reunion?

I tell him my situation and we came up with a couple ways to get rid of Jimmy Joe and Tony Twofoot by sunrise tomorrow. Low says he’d get Jimmy Joe and me and Deathtrap handle Tony, Low smiled and said, J.D, don’t you owe me two pit-bull puppies? I shook my head and said, I got you.

Low says he had to go the last time we met like this wifey girlfriend knocked me taking this bitch to the abortion clinic so you already know. We laughed; he pulled off playing the old KRS One, "Love’s Gonna Get Cha. It was on the part that say, Got myself a Uzi and my brother a nine."

I already have a plan on how to get Tony. He’s greedy and money is the trap for most. No matter the risk, to make a dollar he’d risk a thousand for that one buck. His real weakness is the women, I mean sucka soft for a pretty girl and fat ass. I have the one for the job, a stripper named Dynamite, she was beautiful. Shit, my dick getting hard just thinking bout her.

She is a short sister who could put on a pair of stretch pants and a sports bra while jogging and literally have cars running off the road from watching that ass bounce, I swear to God.

Dre calls Tony. What’s up? he says. I need some fireworks for the Fourth of July celebration. Dre, my friend, I haven’t heard from you in a long time, my friend. What, you no like me anymore, we good friends no? Been busy real busy. Dre said. Have you heard from J.D.? Tony asked. Naw, why you asked? Dre said while tapping me on the arm. Just asked. Tony said. Anyway, how much and how soon, big boom or roman candles? What’s your pleasure?’Dre said, I’ll send a friend with a list and cash and, Tony, don’t get slick. Tony said, For you, Dre, I’m doin a back-in-business discount. That’s what I’m talking about." Dre said before hanging up.

I could hear my phone ringing outside of the car nonstop. It was Sunshine. She says, we need to talk. Boo is starting to put two and two together. Now Boo is Ms. Diablo, that bitch. I told Sunshine, Don’t worry. Tomorrow I’ll be up there, we’ll talk more then. Be careful. she said before we hung up.

While I was on the phone doing that, Dre was listening to Dynamite talk about how I wasn’t shit and how she’s not doing shit for me. Dre asked, What J.D. do to you baby? He put the phone to my ear and all I hear was her loud ass mouth. That motherfucka had me thinking he was going to marry me and buy me a strip club to run and the black bitch ain’t done shit yet. He probably right there. Put his ass on the phone, Dre. Put him on, I know he there.

Laughing Dre say, You know ya’ll too much alike. Hello. I say, as calm as ever, because I’ve dealt with her so much I know what’s wrong with her, attention that’s all. After ten minutes of being told off, I let her know I’ll be over in about an hour and to be dressed.

Really, things should be cool if Low gets to Jimmy Joe before the police do. I really hope Low gets to Jimmy Joe before the police do or I’m up shit creek. Dre say he’ll be at the hickory hideout, I told him "A que hora es?""Man, what the fuck that mean? he asked. I laughed because I knew what he was gone say next, Tu quiero Taco Bell to you, too. Eight o’clock and J.D. don’t get your throat cut fucking with Dynamite. I told him to pray for me, No doubt. he said, pulling off listening to Pac and Scarface song Smile."

I’m thinking I need to park this little ass car and go get my baby; I’m talking about the BMW, not Dynamite, I think. Pulling into her driveway listening to the old Temptations, "it was just my imagination running away with me." I honk the horn and she came out looking fine. I’m talking muy bonita. That’s ‘fucking beautiful’ in Spanish.

What’s up baby, how you been? Fuck that! I seen the club I want. She says while getting in, allowing the leather of the seat to engulf that fat ass. She wiggles a little until she’s comfortable and starts pointing me in a direction heading towards the other side of town. The club was called 101 Lounge.

It’s been closed for years since a couple people was killed there. She always been about her business she say, Its twenty thousand for the liquor license and forty three thousand for the business, back taxes included.

I can’t be mad since I taught her this shit. See, I use to sell real estate and she was my right hand woman. I tell her, I got you, boo. and she say, No bullshit. No bullshit. I say. So what you need from me? And why you have Dre call? What ya’ll up to? Damn, baby, slow down. I’m gone tell you everything. Oh, I know what it is, you just miss me, don’t you?

I tell her, I do miss you, but this is what I need. Go to Tony Twofoot, (Of course, she remembers him) That fat Italian dude with the guns? she ask, yeah. He thinks you coming for Dre. You going to pick a couple things up flirt a little, scope out how many people in there; and I’ll call. And, if it’s four or more, just say, I’ll call you tomorrow. That lets me know we need to wait. If it’s less than that, say, I’ll call you in thirty minutes, meaning it’s only three people. If it’s two people, you say, Twenty minutes," and so forth.

Try to get him to walk to the back yard where he has the gun range. That’s it? Hell, I thought I had to fuck the nigga or something. So after this we gone finish our life together? Baby, one step at a time, okay? I’ll pick you up after I get Dre. Is that cool? We need this done a.s.a.p. So I don’t get a hug or nothing? She asked. You know you gone make me love somebody else

I kept a stash of White Diamond perfume for situations where I fucked up and needed to make somebody feel special. She knows all that. That’s a trick I perfected during the course of our relationship. I hug her and she kiss me passionately in her driveway snatched my keys out the ignition and made me follow her in the house.

I was trying to fight the temptation but it was too hard to resist. As soon as I walked in she was standing there with nothing but a glass of champagne and Sade playing. She knows that’s my favorite and I’m thinking it’s been a long time for us. The CD changer switch and Freddy Jackson come on as she’s kissing me leading me to what use to be my bedroom, pants at my ankles and I’m walking like a penguin with my cane facing the opposite direction of the plush burgundy carpet.

By now Freddy is crooning the part where he say’s "I really miss the way you scream and moan and call out my name. She straddles my body like a jockey mounting a thoroughbred before a Thistle Down race. I admire every inch of her caramel complexion and nipples size of quarter dollars. Sucking on her neck and pulling her hips to make me thrust deeper in her, I flipped her over as the CD changed again to the Ojays, Brandy."

I can hear at a distance "sitting by the open fire place," I’m on top with sweat running down my back as I glimpse at the mirror and watch the rhythmic motions we make together. She nibbles on me like a chocolate Hershey Kiss, her legs spread eagle like a high school cheerleader and she’s trying out for the team, and I’m the star quarterback breaking in the freshman, you know the scenario

Faster. she moans telling me not yet, not yet, my heart racing and she takes the tip of my Johnson and puts it in her mouth and my pulse slow down and I get dizzy. I’m thinking, Damn, this how I got hooked four years ago. She grab the bottle of champagne and pour it down my chest then start licking me up and down like a chocolate éclair bar. Before I know it, we’re sixty nining, and I’m right back panting and breathing where I left off.

I start erupting like Mt. Helen. She was fighting to get every drop of my creamy white filling. I couldn’t talk with a mouth full of pussy, my legs shaking like I’m having a cardiac arrest. She stop abruptly rolls off me says your keys are on the stand you know where the bathroom is, she changed the CD to the Persuader’s "It’s a Thin Line Between Love And Hate" and disappeared in the back room.

For some reason I felt bad. I don’t know if it’s because I know she would do anything for me or at the time of passionate love making. I felt at one like a soul mate reunited and it felt so good. I hit the shower. When I was done, she had put out one of the outfits that I never took when I left. One of my favorite hooks, my cream five button suit with matching godfather hat with the blue band around the brim, blue tie and silk shirt and socks with cream Barbados gators.

God damn, I hate to kill a nigga in this although every time I wear it I knock hoes dead, Watch Out! She tell me as I was leaving; after she does this for me if I don’t come home she’s gone, leaving Cleveland. Then she walks away. Shit it’s always something. It would havebeen less painful is she would have cut my throat like Dre joked about.

In the car I was trying to catch Low. He finally picked up. Now Low is the comedian out of all of us. He answered the phone imitating Scarface, Hello, Low. Nah, man, this is Tony Montana and I no come off no banana boat. I can’t help but to laugh at this nut. He say, You know what a cosa is? That’s a pig that don’t fly straight. I cut him off and ask, Is everything on schedule? Instead of answering he replies with Her womb is so polluted I can’t even have a fucking little baby by her!

He laughs and says, My mission will be complete. Over and out, big buddy. Like The Dukes of Hazard and he’s chasing Bow and Luke in the general Lee. I feel a bit of comfort, but not until this is all over.

I had to swing by Big Show’s so he’ll stop calling and paging and paging and calling. No one really had seen my new toy so I pulled on his block up from where him and a couple other cats grind. I see him and another cat named Son Deala, a dude from Superior who baby mama is from our way so she’s the reason he got a pass to be here.

Son Deala is real laid back, but Big Show’s a crybaby. Shit, just thinking about dealing with him make me sick; but since Son Deala here I can get a laugh out of the whole deal.

Imagine a young cat that look like a broke ass Snoop Dog and another that look like Shaka Zulu, since he wear this beaded chain and in the summer never a shirt. Fucked up combo, right?

Son Deala gets money when he not high tripping about his girl. Since she from the hood, he swear she fucked every nigga that speaks to her, which she probably did; but as a kid that’s how shit was. But Big Show always got a story why he not coming up, I listen majority of the time since I been there, done that. I creep up and soon as I crack the window and they see me I let’em jump in. Instantly, Big Show starts crying because I let Son Deala get in.

Man I don’t want this nigga in my business. You could a made him wait till we was done. Whine, whine. Shit, nigga, see if my son pacifier in the back seat with you, Son Deala laughing "because he know this shit aint legal we doing. That’s why so many niggas in jail because they think they can hustle like the coroner is a Mickey D’s. Now, on the other hand, Son Deala keeps it real. It was rumored he killed two people in Dallas and fled this way to avoid the death penalty. I know he keep two pistols like Yosemite Sam and not scared to use them. And that’s no rumor.

Before we made it off the street, the police was trailing us like Jaws behind the fat lady that drifted to far from the crowd. That was us! I knew they were dirty but I was prepared for shit like this. I had my man from New York who always installs my sounds install stash spots behind the seats up under the TV monitors in the head rest.

Son Deala put his guns there and Big Show put the stones he had in his mouth which is his regular. I guess he get checked by the rollers so much it’s a habit, I was clean. I keep my gun and work in the panel that’s only activated when you hold the mirror button and hit the windshield wipers.

They hit the lights and I pulled over to the right and silently prayed they don’t have any warrants because that gives them the right to search the vehicle. I knew it was racial profiling, a couple niggas in the lower income areas in a car that’s in the same price range as the single family homes you already know. They figure you either sell dope or the car is stolen, one of the two.

See me. I grew up in the streets but elevated my game to another plateau. I’m considered the black white collar criminal, half realtor, stock broker, and drug dealer by night and the bitches. I love playing the bitches and I can add bank robbery to my resume, it’s all surviving, right?

After half an hour of being unjustly inconvenienced and my paper work was in order and everybody names was clean, they issued us seat belt tickets and four citations for the T.V. screens. Son Deala say, Man, one day it’s going to be a national pop a cop a day. while getting his pistols out of the stash.

My phone ring and its Dre, Whut’s up? he say. Easy, like a Sunday morning. I replied like my pops always says. He asked what’s your location? I told him 116th, and I was headed his way. He said he’ll be waiting. I dropped Big Show and Son Deala off a few blocks from where I’d picked them up, and it never fails. Big Show money was short but I didn’t say shit because his work was off a gram so I figure we was even.

I tried my best but I couldn’t help it slowly dialing Dynamite number, I knew once we separated she forever have a spell over my heart. Just the way she says hello turns me on. Her voice is so soft and seductive, and to be totally honest I don’t remember why we broke up in the first place.

Something came over me and I knew what I was about to say would put me in grave danger emotionally, but I had to say it, I love you. She didn’t pause or hesitate; she instantly shot back. Whatever. That’s only because you need me or you missed the way I suck your dick. Come tomorrow, you’ll be back on that fake wanna pimp shit, thinking you good game or something.

I really get caught in my words when it comes to her and she knows it. She told me to hold on and while I was waiting my pager goes off; and it’s her putting, I love you, boo. in my pager like we used to do when we were together. I was pulling up to Dre’s so before she could talk I told her I’ll call her right back and she started bitching. Everybody more important than me. On and on, she keeps going. Then I remember why we broke up. I couldn’t take her mouth the goddamn arguing.

I blew the horn for Dre and she hung up on me, Dre came down in an all-black Roca wear outfit with wheat Timberland boots on looking like he just left a dice game or the block from hustling Whut’s up, boy? I say as he got in the car, Copesthetic. he reply asking was everything in place. Yeah! Then before I could say another word, he looked at me and somehow he knew. You did it, didn’t you? What, but I couldn’t lie. She tricked me, man, I swear, she was naked, Sade, champagne, and you already know.

He shook his head and said I know one thing I’m not helping you move all that shit back into her place fuck that. Lighting up his cigarillo I told him "don’t drop that