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  12 DAYS IN DECEMBER

  ROY GLENN

  12 Days in December

  Roy Glenn

  Escapism Entertainment

  © Copyright 2018 Roy Glenn

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  This is a work of fiction. Any references or similarities to actual events, real people, living or dead or to real locals are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, places, and incidents is entirely coincidental.

  Chapter One

  December 13

  “I'm fucked up.”

  That was the last thing I remember saying before I passed out. But at least this morning I knew where I was and more importantly, who these two women are, and trust me, that hasn’t always been the case this month. It was December, me and Bobby's birthday month, and we’ve been celebrating since Thanksgiving and the celebration won’t end until after New Year’s.

  Now, some of you may have noticed that I didn’t mention us celebrating Christmas. That’s because we don’t. I mean Bobby is better about it than I am, but even though it was twelve days away, I barely acknowledge that my birthday and Christmas exist in the same month. Like everything, it stems from childhood. It comes from year after year of that birthday Christmas present shit. There, I fuckin’ said it and now I’ll leave it alone, but people that were born in December, you know what I’m talking about.

  Anyway, the day began with somebody banging on my front door and Lo-Lo elbowing me.

  “It’s Bobby at the door. You don’t hear him banging?” a groggy sounding Lo-Lo asked and elbowed me again.

  “I do now.”

  “I do, too,” Anya said, pulling the pillow over her head and moving closer to Lo-Lo.

  I got outta bed wondering why he doesn’t just use his key. I grabbed my pants from the floor, put them on and went to let Bobby in.

  “Happy birthday,” he said when I walked out of the bedroom. I guess he decided to use his key after all that banging.

  “Thanks.”

  “Get dressed, we got shit to do,” he said as I plopped down in a chair. “Fuck you sitting down for? We got shit to do,” Bobby said standing over me.

  “I’m tired, Bob.”

  It was after eleven in the morning, so it wasn’t like it was that early. Bobby had dropped me off at Cynt’s after four, but Lo-Lo had a customer that was dropping big cash on her, so me and Anya waited for her. Thinking that there was a light at the end of the tunnel, he kept feeding her cash until it was after six and he was just about broke.

  Now, Lo-Lo is one bad sexy chocolate mutha fucka, so watching her dance had me and Anya feeling her, but instead of going into our private room and releasing some of that pressure while we waited, we decided to wait, and watch, “and we be absolutely insane for her sexy fuckin’ ass when we get to her,” Anya suggested and that is exactly what happened during the cab ride home and we exploded when we came through the door. So, yeah, I was tired and shit, it was my fuckin’ birthday.

  “Fuck that. You can sleep in January.” Bobby laughed. “Ain’t that what you told me?”

  “It was funny when I said it to you. Now…not so much.”

  But I knew he was right, birthday or not, we did have shit to do, so I got up.

  “Who you got back there?” Bobby asked.

  “Lo-Lo and Anya.”

  “Oh,” he said looking disappointed as I went in the room. The reason for that was that Lo-Lo made it clear to him that neither one of them would give him any pussy under any circumstance.

  “We are yours, Black,” Lo-Lo explained to me. “We know that you fuck with other women.”

  “Like Michaela,” Anya spit out, rolled her eyes and looked away. More about Michaela in a second.

  “But unlike them two scandalous skanks he be fuckin’ with.” Lo-Lo shook her head like they disgusted her. “We don’t fuck with no other mutha fuckas. Pink Diamond and Jenae will jump on any dick that wave money in their face.”

  “That is not how we doin’ this,” Anya told me.

  “You are our man. We belong to you and you alone,” Lo-Lo said.

  “Shit,” Anya said. “Don’t need no one else.”

  And I was pretty much theirs, I mean I really wasn’t fuckin’ anybody else but them. Not really anyway, because I really didn’t need to. Trust me, Anya and Lo-Lo were enough to handle, but that does bring me back to Michaela.

  After getting snatched up and held at gunpoint, she, quite intelligently, decided that having me in her life was exciting, and definitely satisfying, but was too dangerous for her. So, like I said, at this point, it was pretty much me, Anya and Lo-Lo. And shit, I’m good with that.

  After I got dressed and said goodbye to my girls, we headed out to Kennedy Airport to try and catch up with Jay Solomon. We were looking for him hoping that he would lead us to Simon Parrish, who called himself a venture capitalist. He lost a hundred thousand dollars gambling at one of my tables and didn’t have the money to cover.

  Me and Bobby were about to show him the error of his ways, when Solomon stepped in and vouched for him. Since we had history with Solomon, and he was a regular player, we backed off, but it’s been two weeks and we haven’t heard from this fuck.

  Me and Bobby went to see Solomon’s wife and once Bobby took the gun out of her mouth she told us that he was returning to New York on American Airlines flight 292 arriving from Los Angeles, at two thirty-four and we planned to be there to meet him. The reason that we had to leave so early was because Bobby knew a woman that worked security at Kennedy and she was going to get us into the gate area during her lunch break, so we had to get out there on time.

  When we got there, she got us in the terminal and to our gate with no problem. Then she and Bobby disappeared so he could compensate her for services rendered. After that we waited. We ate and drank in one of the bars and I even got in a little nod before Bobby woke me up.

  “He’s here,” Bobby said as passengers began exiting the plane and coming in to the terminal. We stood up and moved to a spot where Solomon wouldn’t see us until it was too late. I had no interest nor desire to have to chase him down.

  When he got off the plane and headed toward baggage claim, me and Bobby were right behind him. As soon as he got there, we took him.

  “Hello, Solomon,” Bobby said and grabbed his arm.

  “Bobby?” he asked looking shocked to see him.

  “How was your flight?” I asked, grabbing his other arm and I put my gun in his back.

  “What’s going on?” Solomon asked, now he was looking scared.

  “We need to talk,” I said.

  “What about my luggage?” Solomon asked as we forcibly escorted him out of the terminal.

  “You can come back for it,” I said.

  “If you’re still alive,” Bobby said, and we took a cab back to where we left Bobby’s car. We gagged him and tossed his ass in the trunk and drove him back uptown. After what I am sure was a rough ride, we took Solomon in The Late Night to the storage room. Once we tied him to a chair, he sat there looking terrified while we took our time putting on our gloves. Then Bobby punched him in the chest before we took the gag out of his mouth.

  “What’s up with this, Black?” Solomon asked, and Bobby punched him in the chest.

  “Simon Parrish,” I said, and Bobby punched him in the chest again.

  “Simon? What about him?” he asked, and Bobby punched him in the chest again.

  “Where is he?”

  “I don’t know where he is,” he said, and shook his head before I punched him in the chest.

  “That is n
ot what I wanna hear,” I said, and I punched him in the chest and then Bobby punched him in the chest too. “Try again.”

  “Ouch! Shit!” Solomon spit out. “I’m serious, Black, I don’t know where he is.”

  Bobby punched him in the chest. “You need to do better than that, mutha fucka.”

  “We need our money, Solomon,” I said, and I punched him in the chest and then Bobby punched him. “And if I can’t get my money from him—”

  “We gonna get that money from you,” Bobby said and punched him.

  “Off your dead body if that’s what it takes,” I said and punched him.

  I gotta say, the look on Solomon’s face was priceless. I think that he was expecting us to slap him around, ask him where to find Simon Parrish and he would say I don’t know where he is, and we say, okay you can go. Wasn’t happening. He needed to give us something, something we could use.

  Bobby took out his gun and put it in Solomon’s eye.

  “Come on now, Bobby, you ain’t gotta be like this,” Solomon pleaded.

  “Yes, he does,” I said, and got in his face. “Tell me what I wanna know or Bobby will end this discussion, and you.”

  “I’m serious, Black, I don’t know where he is.”

  “Bobby.”

  “Wait!” Solomon shouted. “I know that he is out of the country and I really don’t know where, Black. I swear fo’ god that I don’t. I can’t even say when he’ll be back.”

  “Bad for you,” I said. “But not to worry, we’re not gonna kill you,”

  “If we kill you, we’ll never get our money,” Bobby said, and it seemed like Solomon relaxed. “You’ll just be a badly deformed cripple that gotta be fed through a straw, but you’ll be able to get us our money.”

  “This is about to get painful,” I said and reached back to punch him.

  “Wait!” Solomon shouted and then he took a deep breath. “I can tell you that when he is in the country, he works with a security company called Secure Solutions.”

  “That’s who that big Arnold Schwarzenegger looking mutha fucka works for?” Bobby asked.

  “Yes — yes. They work out of an office on the lower east side.”

  “Not good enough!” I shouted and reached back again to hit him.

  “Wait!” he shouted, but it was too late. By the time I got finished swinging, his face was a bloody mess, as were my gloves, and I think his nose was broken.

  Bobby leaned forward and got in his face. “You know you could have saved yourself a lot of pain if you had just told the nigga where on the lower east side we can find this office. You know that, right?”

  Solomon spit out blood. “Delancey street.”

  Now that we had something useful, we untied Solomon, let him get cleaned up, before we let him leave and we headed downtown. Oh, and in case you were wondering, his nose wasn’t broken. Once we looked over the way they were set up, I decided that it required a softer touch to get the information we were looking for and that meant we needed Wanda.

  But it was late afternoon, the Secure Solutions office would be closing soon, and shit, it was my birthday and that was when Bobby started talking up going to Sparks. We were told that it was the hot new club on the lower east side. That shit was weak.

  Me and Bobby were just about to leave when Toya and Stephanie walked in. Bobby lost his fucking mind when he saw Stephanie. I mean she had come fuck me, Bobby written all over her. Stephanie was a tall beautiful flat chested slimmy with an ass that could stop traffic, so now, we can’t leave.

  It didn’t take long before Bobby was on her. They’re talking and laughing and he’s buying her drinks; he even got up a couple of times and did that two-step he calls dancing. Now, let me share something with you: Bobby Ray can pull a woman. Hear him tell it, he can pull any woman, anytime, anywhere.

  “I don’t give a fuck if her man is standing right next to her. If I want her, she is mine,” I’ve heard him say hundreds of times. And I’ve seen him do it. I stood next to him and heard him tell a woman, “This thing between you and your man—” He’d shake his head. “It ain’t gonna last.” And before the night was over he’d have her. I’ve also seen that ability backfire when her man objected to Bobby taking his woman.

  So, anyway, Bobby is on her, which left me with Toya. She was cute, had the type of playground that I liked playing on, but it was obvious that she really wasn’t feeling me, and I wasn’t feeling her. But it was a party; a birthday party, mine, Bobby’s was in two days. Needless to say, we were fucked up when we got there and like I said, Bobby was buying drinks like it was water, so we were all talking and having a good time.

  But all the while, I got my eyes on a little thick cutie with a nice ass and titties that needed to be exposed before those rock-hard nipples cut through her blouse. We made eye contact, exchanged smiles and each of us had made it clear to the other that we weren’t with the person we were sitting next to. I was about to try to get her to get up from the table and meet me at the bar, when I noticed that Stephanie was whispering something to Bobby.

  Whatever she said made his facial expression change to confusion. “Really,” she said and pointed at Toya.

  “You’re kidding?” Bobby asked. She shook her head that she was not.

  Toya leaned close to me. “She just told him that she doesn’t do men and she’s with me.”

  “Really,” I said. It was definitely a statement and not a question because now, I was intrigued.

  Bobby got up from the table. “I’ll be back, Mike,” he said and walked away.

  Stephanie looked at Toya. “I’m gonna run to the ladies’ room.”

  “I’m good,” Toya said.

  As soon as Stephanie walked away from the table, our waitress came. “Y’all want another round?”

  I drained my glass. “Sure, bring us another.” I dug in my pocket and dropped some money on her tray.

  “You ain’t out too?”

  I looked around for thick cutie; she was ghost. I looked at Toya.

  “I’m good where I am.” For the time being, I thought but didn’t say.

  It wasn’t like I hadn’t met lesbians before, but like I said, for some reason I was intrigued. Needless to say, Bobby never came back to the table, he found another woman to talk to. Stephanie didn’t either, she made her way to the bar and she found another woman to talk to. After a while, Bobby was telling me that he would get with me in the morning. So, it was just me and Toya.

  Maybe it was because little thick cutie was gone or maybe it was because I was suddenly and unexplainedly intrigued, or maybe we were both drunk, but me and Toya were having a good time.

  “You’re all right, Mike,” Toya said and then she drained her glass.

  “What?” I laughed. “I’m all right because I didn’t run away from you because you don’t like men?”

  “I never said I didn’t like men. Stephanie doesn’t like men. I like men, I just like women too,” Toya said, which explained why I was suddenly and mysteriously intrigued with her. “I like you, Mike.”

  Well, I guess since I’m in bed with both of them in the lower east side apartment they shared, you can tell what happened when Stephanie came back to the table. The three of us left together and caught a cab to their apartment which wasn’t far away. When we got there, I took off my coat and sat down on the couch while Toya and Stephanie whispered to each other and then Stephanie went into what I assumed was their bedroom.

  “Would you excuse us for a few minutes?” Toya asked.

  “Sure.”

  “It may be more than a few, but don’t leave, okay?”

  “I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

  Shit, I was fucked up. Fuck was I gonna do if they didn’t come back? I’d be cool crashing right here on this couch.

  “Take your time.”

  “Okay.” Toya took a few steps toward the room before turning and saying, “Don’t leave, Mike.”

  “I told you, I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

  “Yo
u promise?” The smile on her face said she knew I wasn’t going anywhere because she had me right where she wanted me.

  “Go.” I pointed. “I’ll be right here when you get back,” I said and patted the couch. Toya went in the bedroom and I heard her close the door, and I made myself comfortable. I don’t know how long I had been sitting there on that couch, but like I said, I was fucked up, so I must have passed out. The next thing that I heard was Stephanie yelling my name.

  “Mike! … Mike!”

  “Huh?”

  I opened my eyes to the sight of Stephanie standing naked in front of me and she was dripping wet; pearls of water were running down off her hair and sexy brown skin. And suddenly I was wide awake and looking forward to fuckin’ her.

  “If you’re going to get in bed with Toya, I need to bathe you. So come on,” she said and waited there until I got up and came toward her before she turned and led me to the bathroom.

  When I followed her in, Toya was already in the shower. She waved at me with a big bright smile. “Was he asleep?” she asked.

  “Out cold,” Stephanie replied.

  “Come on and get in here with me, the water will do you good,” Toya said as I stepped out of my shoes and started to get undressed and Stephanie was about to get back in the shower.

  “No!” Toya said abruptly and opened the shower door. “I wanna watch you undress him. Slowly.”

  Stephanie looked at Toya and then to me. Just a hint of a smile hit the corners of her lips as she walked over to me and began unbuttoning my shirt. By now it was obvious that Toya was running this thing and Stephanie was gonna do whatever she was told.

  If you’re going to get in bed with Toya, I need to bathe you.

  And if I wasn’t convinced by that, Stephanie began dancing around, undressing me slowly for Toya’s entertainment.

  “Go behind him and pull the shirt off his shoulders,” Toya instructed, leaned against the wall and slapped one of her juicy titties.

  “Yes, Toya.”