“Yup. And I have another one too. Can I tell it to you?”
Nico nodded his head again.
“I want you to fuck me raw, with no condom,” I whispered into his ear. I was testing what his response would be, because if he knew I was out there selling my pussy on the Internet there was no way he would even think about fucking me raw.
Nico smiled, but he looked at me like he was trying to figure me out. “That’s what you like?”
“Mmm-hmmm. And you would love the way my pussy feels without a condom,” I whispered to him as we pulled up to the outlets.
Nico went into his pockets and paid the driver. “So we’ll make it happen,” he said to me just before we exited the car.
“You promise?”
Nico looked at me. “It’s on.”
I smiled, feeling a little bit of relief. But I still had to respond to Mia, so I sent her a text.
My name is Jasmine bitch! And for the record the war is already won because I captured your king! Now kiss my muthafuckin ass!
My heart pounded because I had no idea how Mia was going to respond. Nevertheless, she never did respond to my text, and in many ways she was torturing me by not responding because I had no idea what she was up to or what her next move was.
Needless to say, I couldn’t really enjoy the day shopping and gambling with Nico like I wanted to, simply because my mind was preoccupied with Mia knowing my secret.
I had no idea how she knew and who she planned on telling. Mia was quickly becoming a pain in my ass, so I knew I had to find a way to silence her ass quickly.
CHAPTER 17
Nico
I didn’t want too much time to pass where Jasmine would get cold feet and change her mind about going through with the hit on Shabazz. When we came back from Atlantic City, I made sure I stayed in contact with her as much as I could, reassuring her that everything was going to be all right. I also made sure I gave her pocket money to keep her stable for a moment. She’d stressed the grand that Shabazz had supposedly taken, so I gave her two stacks. She grinned like a Cheshire cat.
The plan I had come up with was for Jasmine to get in touch with Shabazz and make him think that she really wanted to see him because she was now in fear for her life. That I had been coming around the crib, almost stalking her, and that I had changed, drastically. And then when they were in each other’s presence, and the timing was right, she would lullaby his ass. Up close and personal.
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Three days after we came back from Atlantic City, Jasmine called Shabazz from a prepaid cell phone I had purchased for her, and she was able to convince him to meet her at an IHOP restaurant on Rockaway Boulevard in Queens. I wasn’t too happy about her meeting with him in a public place, but Shabazz wouldn’t have it any other way. He was paranoid and rightfully so.
I told Jasmine to call me on my own prepaid cell phone and to put the phone on speaker mode and keep it in her Gucci bag, so I could hear everything that was being said while she was with him.
I was parked in the parking lot of a Burger King down the block from IHOP because I didn’t want to be too far away, just in case something went wrong. It wasn’t late, but it was dark outside. That ‘dark’ element had been my part of the plan. It would be best to meet when it was dark because I didn’t want to take the chance that any parking lot or store cameras would be able to capture Jasmine’s face on video if the cops were to ever try and review camera footage near the crime scene.
From the Burger King parking lot, I could see Jasmine’s father’s car. She had me on speaker phone, and even though her phone was in her bag, I could hear her clearly.
“You good?” I asked her.
“I’m high as a kite, and my heart is beating a mile a minute,” Jasmine responded.
“Just remember how we said it should go down. Ten minutes from the time he shows up, it’ll be done.”
“OK, OK. I see his truck pulling into the lot now,” Jasmine said to me. “I don’t want him to get out the truck. Stay quiet, all right?”
I made sure I was quiet. I heard Jasmine’s car door close, and I could hear and see her walking to Shabazz’s truck.
“Hey, stranger,” Jasmine said to Shabazz just as he stepped out of the truck.
It looked as if Shabazz gave Jasmine a kiss on the lips, and right after that she asked him if they could go back inside his truck for a minute.
“For what?” I heard Shabazz reply.