Adrenaline Freak


Oh God, Oh God, Oh God….” Angelo moaned a loud as he felt Diablesa's warm, tight snatch grip his pole and release it, it was obvious she had him under her control as he closed his eyes he felt her thighs shutter as the nectar from her passion fruit rained down on top of him.

“You trying to fucking kill us? Open your eyes nigga!” Diablesa screamed out as she wrapped her arms around his neck, moved to the side and continued riding him more fiercely as she felt his erection get harder.

Holding on to Diablesa with one arm, and gripping the steering wheel of the half a million dollar car with the other he smashed the gas sending the XKR-S Jaguar Convertible to a 150 mph. Zigzagging in between cars on the I-5 it was as if they were the only two in the world that existed. Him, Diablesa, and Jaguar the other patrons trying to get home from work alive and safe didn't exist, his troubles of the world, or the two dozen Los Angeles police cars behind them with their sirens blaring didn't matter.

He loved her and he would do whatever it took to make sure she was happy and safe. Diablesa looked down into his face and licked her lips she brushed the long flowing hair from her face as she pressed her lips against his, pushing her tongue into his mouth. She sucked his tongue as if it held the ingredients to the key of life and she would die at any moment if she didn't suck as much of it as she could.

Police cars behind them, police cars ahead with a barricade blocking the high way, police and news reporters in helicopters overhead Angelo came to a screeching halt in the center of the freeway as Diablesa bounced viciously up and down on his dick letting go of the steering wheel he grabbed her by the hips and began jerking her back and forwards as she bounced up and down panting and sweating both lost in their own worlds ignoring the police warnings over the bullhorn.

Climaxing at the same time they let out vicious howls like wild hyenas mating. Diablesa dug her nails into his neck blood ran down his back as he pulled her hair yanking her head back. The police opened fire riddling the car with bullets both their bodies shook and twitched as if they were having a seizure.

……….then everything went black!

***

In the beginning there was…..

Jasmine rose from bed at 12 p.m. sluggish. Wiping the cold from her eyes she made her way to the bath room stepping over her little cousins and aunties who were still asleep on the floor. Walking down the hall of the small two bedroom house she lived in with her parents and eight other people she popped her head into the living room to see who was awake. She was the first one up. She wasn't surprised they had a party last night it was for her birthday she turned 18 today they had an early celebration, didn't end until 6 a.m. going into the bathroom she looked at herself in the mirror. She frowned, she felt like shit. Not from all of the drinking she had done last night but on the inside, she was in a slump no matter what she did depression was becoming a part of her normal routine.

Staring into the mirror she saw what other people saw, a young, beautiful, mixed, 18 yr. Old girl as she stared deeper into her own eyes in the reflection from the mirror. She began to cry she saw something else, something that scared her. Something she knew she couldn’t run from.

Jasmine was the third oldest child born from a Mexican mother immigrated from Chiapas, Mexico and a hard working Black man from Youngstown, Ohio. She had all the right curves in all the right places she got that from her mama along with her sassy attitude. But her beautiful bronze complexion was all her daddy's doing. Jasmine had a way with men that she picked up on at a young age. One look at her smile, and those mesmerizing eyes and men would melt like butter. Being that they lived in East L.A. amongst the majority of hard working Spanish speaking people they nick named her Diablesa, Spanish for She-Devil. They say she could breathe, and any man would be under her spell it had to be beautifully evil. Diablesa cracked a smile as she thought about it. Wiping the tears from her face she turned on the shower water, stripped, and climbed in before the water had a chance to get hot. Ten minutes later she was out and in her bed room getting dressed.

She slid on a pair of silk lace boy shorts, and over those a pair of Dereon dazzy dukes that fit her ass snuggly her cheeks hung out and she couldn't button them in the front. Next she put on a pair of hot pink converse sneakers, a matching Deron belly shirt showing off her young perky 38C cups, and flat stomach with the 3K VVS Diamond stud belly ring. Her father had given it to her as a birthday gift. Next she brushed her long black hair and sprayed on some Heat her favorite fragrances and out the door she went. Where she had no idea, her parents told her she needed to find a job if she wasn't going to go to college.

She told them she would be job hunting but the day was as free as the wind and something told her that it would be an interesting day. She hopped into her Maroon 88 Cutlass Oldsmobile and pulled from the block. Her stomach turned as she looked at the same thing she had looked at all of her life. The young Valto's standing on the corners right next to the OG's of the set pedaling poison to the neighborhood. She pulled to the corner in her Boyle Heights neighborhood in East L.A. and rolled down her window “No debe estar en la escuela?” (Shouldn't you be in school?)

He grabbed his crotch and walked up to the window. “No debe estar en la escuela. » (School? That's kid stuff, somebody got to pay the bills Senora.)

“Ser-cuidado papi.” (Be careful papi) She honked the horn and pulled off. 12 yrs old she thought, he'll be locked up later this year if he's lucky if not he'll be dead or strung out before he's fifteen. She wanted to erase the depressing thought she turned on the radio and tuned it to Power 106 Fm. She started grooving when she heard Tyga’s Rack City.

“Man Big Boy is jamming today.”

She rode, highway 101 from L.A. to Compton. Before she knew it she was riding down 2100 N. Long Beach BLVD. The streets were busy as usual; she didn't get to this side of town often.

“Damn it's some fine niggas out here.” She said to herself as she pulled up to a red light and stopped. They were ranting on about the execution of Troy Davis and trying to have it stopped. She shook her head in disgust.

“That poor man.” She made a cross in front of her face and chest and said a quick prayer. Looking into the rear view mirror she felt her heart thump in her chest as the finest specimen of male testosterone her young eyes had ever seen came strutting towards her as if he didn't have a care in the world.

He was 6'0, 275lbs, skin tone the color of cocoa, with neatly braided corn rolls. He wore all black crispy Carhartt shirt and khaki pants, with the all black Chuck Taylors. The light turned green as Diablesa sat stunned.

“Move Bitch!” The angry driver yelled out as he pulled around her sticking up his middle finger. She ignored him and the other drivers as she turned around and smiled at the stranger quickly approaching her. Straight faced he nodded as he reached her car door, snatched it open and shoved her over to the passenger side. The car jerked as her foot was removed from the brake. She jolted to the floor hitting her head on the dashboard. Before she got a word out or realized what was happening he was in the driver’s seat pulling off with one hand on the wheel and one hand pointing a snub nose .38.

Diablesa's eyes grew when she saw the gun. He smirked at her still not saying a word. She remained silent.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” She thought, as she felt her panties get moist.

“And niggas thought it would get better with Obama in office, damn it's fucked up out here niggas jacking bitches for fucked up 88 Oldsmobile’s.”

He remained silent still driving at a moderate speed, constantly checking his rearview.

“Man what the fuck let me out at the next corner and keep this piece of shit.”

He turned the radio off, still never uttering a word as he turned on Florence and Grahm.

“Is you a mute nigga?”

“Look chica, I don't want this piece of shit, be cool, shut the fuck up and I'm out soon as I get back to the hood you can be bout yo way.”

His calm cool demeanor turned her on, how he took charge and was immune to her beautiful evil spell. She brushed the hair from her face, leaned back and placed her feet on the dashboard. “Well at least get that toy out my face.”

He didn't respond. She shot him a look of annoyance. He shot her the same look back as he placed the gun on his lap.

“You a gangster huh? What set you from?” He asked trying to lighten the mood.

“I ain't no banger, you freaking culo, what set you claim?”

“Bitch I don't bang, that shit lame I hustle hoe.”

“My name is Diablesa, it ain't bitch or hoe.” She said rolling her eyes.

“Diablesa?”

“Yeah, Diablesa thank you very much…”

“Yeah, whatever hoe, I ain't trying to be ya friend bitch sit back, be quiet, and put on your seat belt.”

With the gun still on his lap, he clicked on his seat belt, still looking in his rear view mirror. Diablesa was on a verbal tirade. Cursing him in English and Spanish he cut her off, speaking in his calm cool voice that sounded good to her even when he was insulting her that she was making herself be angry with him.

“Get down Diablesa.”

“What did you say to me?” She said folding her arms across her chest.

Gunshots rang out, six shots repeatedly smashing into the rear window shattering the window, glass smacking both of them in the back of the neck and head. She ducked as he began whipping in between cars on the busy street trying to get away.

“I said put ya seat belt on.” He answered laughing.

“This some bullshit, what the fuck you do?”

He kept quiet as the two cars continued following him shooting. He gunned it as he pulled onto a side street.

“You speak that Spanish shit good don’t you?”

“All now you want to be sociable and shit?” She said crouched down on the floor. She peaked up from the floor and glanced out the back window. “They stopped shooting.”

“Yeah, for now any way. Them niggas some hoes they ain't going come up in here.”

“Come up in where?” She asked lifting her head up and looking around the unfamiliar area.

“This a valto hood, just Spanish niggas and police come through here.”

“And you ain't scared?”

“Nall, um cool. I go anywhere in California I want.”

She smiled a flirting smile. “You is a gangster.”

“Nall, um a man and ain't no real man scared to go nowhere on this green Earth, I don't give a fuck Black niggas, White niggas, Spanish niggas, police niggas, bitch niggas, anybody can get it they all bleed like me. Look, I need a new set of wheels soon as I catch one of the Valtos slipping you can have ya car back and I'll be about my way.”

“Have my car back? What about my fucking window?”

“Don't trip lil mama I'll get that shit fixed.”

She sat back fuming. “Why were those guys after you anyway, what you do to them?”

He remained silent as he pulled to a corner and was attempting to turn when he was cut off from the front and the back sandwiched in by two cars. He clutched the .38 still cool. Diablesa pulled her hair back into a ponytail, cracking a slight smile she winked at the stranger holding her captive.

“The fuck you smiling at?” He asked still never moving. Two men from both cars jumped out with guns pointing them in the car.

“Geet de fuck out!”

Diablesa began speaking in Spanish as she climbed out of the car and strutted towards one of the gunmen. The men began to calm down as she flirtingly placed her hand on his chest. She rushed to the car pulled her cell phone from the sun visor and made her way back to the guy she was talking to. Laughing she keyed in his phone number and climbed back into the passenger seat.

“Get us the fuck out of here!” She said through gritted teeth as she continued smiling.

He didn't hesitate, or ask any questions as the car in front of them pulled off he threw the car in drive and jerked from the corner, speeding until he was out of the neighborhood and back on the main boulevard.

“What you say to them niggas man?”

“I told em you was my cousin and we got lost my ex-boyfriend and his friends were popping at us that's why our window was shattered. They ain't believe me at first, thought you were my boyfriend. But they looked closer at my face, they knew I wasn't full Mexican, they gave us a pass. To make shit sweet I took his number and shit.”

He remained silent.

“What?”

“I ain't say shit.”

“You jealous?”

He shot her a nasty look. She laughed. “You are jealous, Mr. Bad Ass gangster man jealous!”

“Yo um out right here.” He said as he pulled to a bus stop parked and hopped out.

She jumped out and ran around to him cutting him off she pushed him back. “You said you were getting my window fixed, you said you were a man and men keep they word.”

Looking down on her sexy 5'0 frame he cracked a smile. She felt her knees get weak as her nipples hardened.

“I am a man Diablesa.” He reached into his draws and pulled out a small black bag. Opening the bag he grabbed her hand and poured three small diamonds in her hand.

“Can you get those off? That should be more than enough to pay for your window.”

Her eyes widened, she frowned. “What game are you running? How I know these the real deal?”

He tried to snatch the diamonds back from her, but she closed her hand.

“We cool?” He asked looking over his shoulder as he stuffed the bag back in his drawers.

This time she didn't respond as she walked back to her car and climbed in. She pulled off as he began walking. Stepping in a neighborhood corner store he bought a Black N Mild, a bag of Flaming Hot Cheetos, and a grape soda. Stepping back outside he ripped the cellophane wrap from the cigar placed it between his lips, lit it and puffed. Walking down the block he paused to crack open his can of soda as he felt the cold steel press against the back of his neck.

“Where my fucking stones at nigga?” The gunman asked calmly and coolly. He was a short pudgy man covered in sweat, sporting a designer suit and black Dobbs hat.

“I ain't got em.” He said as his mind raced trying to figure a way out alive, with the diamonds.

The man pulled the gun from his neck, cocked it back and aimed at his knee. “You want me to cripple you mother fucker?”

The screeching of wheels, mixed with an ear shattering yell, and a single gunshot it all happened so quickly the diamond thief barely had time to react, but he did he immediately hopped in the car with Diablesa as she backed up removing the wheels from the man screaming in agony crushed legs.

The diamond thief smirked. “You is a gangster?”

She remained silent as she peeled from the block running red lights. They both rode in silence as she hopped on the freeway headed back to her neighborhood.

“Where are you going?” He asked as he reclined in his seat and closed his eyes.

“I'm taking you to my barrio.”

“Yeah, why? Why you come back?”

She didn't want to tell him cause she knew that would be the last time she ever saw him. Or because the time that they spent together her being his prisoner was the one time in her short life she ever felt alive. She didn't want to tell him she wanted to pull over on the side of the highway, unzip his pants and suck the life out his dick! She said nothing. She reached over and turned on the radio. Ten minutes later they pulled up to her block. The little BG was still out front hustling. She yelled out the window.

“Hey go tell your uncle I need to talk to him about business and I have a friend with me.”

Mean mugging into the car, with his pubescent face he attempted to stare the diamond thief down. Realizing he wasn't prepared to take it to the next stage, boxing or the guns he dropped his eyes in fear, turned and ran in the house. A few seconds later a short, dark brown guy wearing a black Fedora, a white wife beater that his stomach poked out of, and a pair of beige khaki shorts, white socks and house shoes appeared. The lil valto feeling more courageous now stepped out and continued his stare down. The man nodded, turned, and went back in the house.

“When we get in here let me do all the talking.” She said as she checked her face in the visor mirror.

“Fuck that, who is this nigga?”

“That's Ramone, he can get rid of the diamonds for us.”

“Us? Fuck you mean we ain't partners.”

“You wasn't talking that shit when that nigga was bout to send yo ass to killer King full of holes!” Killer King that's what they called the county hospital “Martin Luther King County Hospital”, Killer King because the service was shitty if you ain't die on the way there you was bound to die in that ma fucka waiting for help.

“You know anything about Diamonds?”

“No but I've known Ramone all my life and I trust him.”

“I ain't known Ramone fuck Ramone I don't trust a mother fucker. When we get in here you introduce us, tell him what we there for and shut the fuck up let me handle the rest. I'll give you a middle man cut.”

Before she responded he hopped out the car and headed up the stairs to the house.

“Asshole!” She said as she rushed behind him, he stood to the side as she snatched open the iron screen door and walked in.”

“Hey Ramone, she said as she walked across the room and gave him a hug.”

“Jasmine.”

The Diamond thief remained silent as he scoped out his surroundings. The house was laid out, with the state of the art surveillance cameras throughout, it scoped out the block going in four directions. Suede furniture, a marble dining room table with an AK-47 sitting in plain view 2 well trained Rottweiler’s walked around off the leash. Never barking but never taking their eyes off of the stranger either.

Diablesa made the introductions. Both men stuck their hands out and shook.

“Well Angelo, nice to meet choo.” The older looking guy said as he stood back sizing the younger man up.

At first he didn't respond he shot Diablesa a puzzled look, he flashed a quick smile.

“Same here Ramone.”

“Jasmine here tells me that you are looking to get rid of some stones.”

“Umm, hmm…”

“Let me see them.”

The diamond thief reached into his pants and removed the bag placing them in Ramone's hand. Ramone walked over to the table with the AK-47 and placed them out on the table. He nodded at the lil valto. He ran to the table grabbed the gun and ran to the back to put it away. Picking up the stones one by one Ramone examined them. He didn't have a Lupe to look at them through to gauge the clarity but it wasn't his first time handling this kind of merchandise.

The diamond thief remained silent until Ramone had examined each and every diamond.

“You have fifty stones I give you twenty-five hundred a stone.” Ramone spat out as if he were offering a once in a life time deal.

The diamond thief picked up the bag from the table and began scooping the diamonds back into the bag. Ramone grabbed his wrist. The Rottweiler’s growled. Ramone cut his eyes at the two killer dogs as they became silent and returned to their seats.

“What iz de problim me friend? You no like?”

“Those stones is worth at least ten a piece.”

Ramone lets go of his wrist sat back on the couch and put his feet on the table. He called out to the young boy who never returned from the back. Speaking in Spanish the diamond thief touched his waist feeling for the .38. He knew it was no match for the chopper the lil valto would be wielding but if he got off two shots before he was killed he would put one in Ramone's head and the other in Diablesa's.

The diamond thief never turned around as he heard the little boy approaching from behind he held two manila envelopes. He stopped in front of the diamond thief and handed them to him. The diamond thief took the envelopes and thumbed through them. It was filled with crispy hundred dollar bills.

“That's two-hundreed fidy dow-zand dollar.” Ramone paused waiting for a response from the diamond thief. “That's all I pay, choo still no like choo leave no diamond, no money or choo leave dead!”

Before the diamond thief uttered a word two men stepped from the back both holding identical A-K's. The diamond thief dropped the bag in the little boys hand and flashed his trademark smile. “A pleasure doing business with you Ramone.” He looked back at Diablesa as she stood silent, face covered in a nervous fear. He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her out of the house passed the dogs as they jumped to their feet barking. He ignored them and hurried to the car hopping in the driver’s seat.

Diablesa didn't say a word as she hopped in and reclined in the passenger seat.

“Angelo?” He said as he pulled out with the envelopes on his lap.

“What was I supposed to say? You never told me your name, I made one up.”

He pulled into a gas station and parked. Opening up one of the envelopes he counted out twenty-five thousand dollars. He dropped the crisp hundred dollar bills into her tiny hands as he looked into her eyes. Her face twitched as she tried to fight back the smile that wanted to blanket her face.

He climbed from the car, closed the door and leaned his head through the window. “Thanks for everything Diablesa.”

She smiled as she scooted over to the driver’s side leaned her head out the window and tried to kiss him. He pulled back. The look on her face was a hurtful one. She had never been rejected before. Maybe he's gay she thought. Her hurtful look turned to a look of anger and confusion. She opened the car door and stepped out.

“What's the matter Angelo, you scared of girls?” She said as she made her way to the gas station store. He kept quiet leaning on the hood of the car.

“Bring me a Black N Mild out.” He shouted as she shook her head and kept walking. He couldn't help stare at her supple young ass cheeks as they swayed from side to side going into the store.

“Damn that bitch look good.” He said to himself as he lifted his shirt and tucked the envelopes into his waist band. He thought about where he would go. He knew he wasn't going back to Compton for a while, not until the heat died down from them cats he jacked for them diamonds. He looked at his watch, then looked at Diablesa through the glass door as she paid for the items at the counter. He smiled, Shorty, sexy as hell, and she got heart. He thought as a police squad car pulled up and an officer got out and walked into the store.

Something ain't right. He thought to himself as he got off of the car and looked into the window.

“Good she left the keys in there.” He said to himself as he climbed in and started the car. He pulled the envelopes out and tucked them underneath the driver’s seat. Next he pulled the .38 and pulled the car in front of the door. He climbed out with the motor running and walked into the store with the gun off to his side. When he walked in Diablesa was being put into handcuffs. Before he said anything the officer noticed the gun and drew his weapon.

“Don't fucking move nigger drop the weapon!” He yelled out as he aimed at the diamond thief. Diablesa dropped down trying to take cover from possible gun fire. Before she was completely out of harm’s way the officer grabbed her and held her with one hand and the other still trained on the diamond thief.

The diamond thief raised his fire arm aimed at the officer.

“Let her go!”

The sound of a slide pump shotgun being cocked back echoed through the store as the officer took his eyes off of the diamond thief to find the Arabian store clerk holding the shotgun. He was trying to help all he did was hurt the situation. Diablesa yanked away from the officer as he lost his footing he pulled the trigger hitting the store clerk in the neck. Blood squirted from his neck as the shot gun went off, Diablesa screamed as she scrambled towards the door. The officer opened fire missing Diablesa by inches. The diamond thief backed up out of the store behind Diablesa firing hitting the officer twice in his legs and once in his face.

When the diamond thief made it outside and jumped in the driver’s seat Diablesa had a look on her face that said she wanted him now. It freaked him out with all the shit that was going down she had dick on the brain.

“What the fuck happened? He asked as he opened the .38 and checked it for rounds. “Fuck I got two bullets left.”

“The clerk hit the silent alarm I didn't even know the police was coming.”

“Hit the alarm for what?”

“Shit I don't know said something bout counterfeit bills.”

The diamond thief reached underneath the seat and pulled the envelopes out, thumbing through the bills he through them on the floor of the car. He dropped his head on the steering wheel.

“You is a bad luck bitch, damn man.”

“What are you talking about?”

“That slick ass bean eating mother fucker Ramone took my diamonds and gave us some fake ass money mother fucker!”

“No it must be some mistake Ramone is like an uncle to me.”

“Fuck Ramone, he going be a dead uncle.”

He opened the car door got out walked back into the store took the keys to the handcuffs, his glock, and his extra clips off of the slain police officer. Before running back outside he grabbed two sodas, a Black N Mild, and as many bags of chips and deli sandwiches he was able to fit in a bag. Back out in the car he threw the items on the back seat and un-cuffed Diablesa.

“This the deal chica, I owed you one that's why I came in there to see what the deal was with Johnny Law but shit bout to get real hectic. You can roll with me or take your chances on your own but I need this bucket.”

Diablesa didn't want to argue, she didn't want to appear desperate or afraid either. Through it all she couldn’t shake that feeling of enjoyment that was pulsating through her veins. She didn't respond she pulled her seat up and put on her seat belt dropping the handcuffs out the car window. He smirked and pulled off.

Diablesa stared over at the diamond thief with the look a woman would have who was proud of her man. He didn’t acknowledge her staring he continued driving in silence.

“What's the plan Angelo?”

“You can cut that Angelo shit out.”

“You never told me your name.”

He ground his teeth together. “Angelo is fine.”

She shook her head smiling. “Where are we going?”

“Tijuana.”

“For how long? I have to get back to my parents their going to be worried.”

“Nah erase that shit, we wanted for a double 1-87 and one of the bodies dropped was one of L.A.'s finest….fucking pigs. No going home we got targets on our heads they coming for blood.”

“Happy birthday to me right?”

Angelo didn't respond.

“What are we going to do about money?”

“Well we going have to use what we got, Mexicans are not going trip long as that shit green.”

“You think we going have issues with getting across the border?

“Nall same shit, when we get close to the border you going drive flash ya titties and flirt and if the nigga at the border gay flash some of that funny money we going be straight.”

One hour later they were checking into a low budget Mexican hotel. Everything had gone as he had planned. It was still early about 4p.m. Angelo tried to relax he just couldn’t do it. He even thought about fucking Diablesa maybe a nut could help him relax but he changed his mind on that one he didn't need pussy clouding his actions.

All that was on his mind was getting Ramone, before he knew it after stopping in a restaurant to eat and a few shops for new gear they had showered and changed right back on the high way headed back to Diablesa's neighborhood. He knew it was dumb on his part even Diablesa knew it was dumb but at this point she felt more like his unofficial ride or die bitch she was down for whatever. The sun had gone down as they pulled into a car lot that sold luxury sports cars. Hopping out and sashaying across the lot Diablesa picked out the car she liked and had it opened and started in sixty seconds. Leaving the old car behind, continued to Ramone. Driving down the block nearing the block where they lived Diablesa was behind the wheel she rolled down the window to the Aqua blue Jaguar the dark limo tint made it impossible to see inside. She flashed a thousand dollars of the counterfeit bills to a group of teenage boys she knew standing on the corner. She told them her directions, gave them the money, rolled the window back up and proceeded on.

She pulled up to her block and parked in front of Ramone's stepping out of the car all eyes were on her as she made her way up the stairs wearing an aqua colored leather mini skirt and matching leather halter top, with the thigh high leather boots. Before she knocked on the door it swung open as Ramone stood in the door way in nothing but his boxer shorts holding both the Rottweiler’s on leashes.

“What are choo doing here Jasmine? Your makin sheet hot, de policia were all over a few hours ago looking for choo and Angelo say choo two keel a puto store clerk and cop, I no need that kind of heat here I runnin a bizness.”

“Damn Ramone the last thing I wanted to do was bring any trouble your way, you've always been like an uncle to me.”

She placed her hand on his chest as he stepped back into his house followed by Diablesa, she closed the door. He whispered a command to his two faithful dogs and they took off running into another room.

She giggled. “It looks as if we woke someone uuup!” She said motioning towards his prick poking through his boxer shorts.

He looked down, looked back up at her avoiding eye contact he felt embarrassed. Deep down he always had wanted to fuck her but now being presented with the opportunity he felt ashamed he had known her all her life, he watched her grow up.

“Can I sit down Ramone? I need your advice about what I should do with the police and all, you know?”

Ramone became tongue tied; he didn't know what he should do. Sure his man hood was standing at attention but he felt conflicted. He sat on the couch and closed his eyes rubbing his temples. She began to walk towards the couch he was sitting when he opened his eyes and looked at the monitors. They were black. He jumped to his feet.

“What de fuck happeen to me surveillance moneeturs?”

Diablesa wore a confused look on her face, but she knew what happened. She paid the neighborhood kids to pull down the cameras. He rushed over and began banging on the monitors to get them to come back on.

“Ramone I don't…”

“Ssshh… silencio, choo hear dat Jasmine?”

Diablesa stood silent. “I don't hear anything.”

“Exactamente it’s too quiet Senora.” He whistled for his dogs. His eyes scanning the room and listening for the scamper of his dog’s feet he remained silent. He whistled again, still nothing.

He walked towards the direction of where the dogs had run off to and stopped in his tracks. Angelo stepped from the kitchen gripping an orange box cutter with blood dripping from it.

“You can stop whistling nigga, where they gone off to the dog whisperer couldn't get them bitches to come attack.”

Ramone stood with his face twisted as he fought back the tears he wanted to shed for the loss of his two attack dogs.

“Fuck all them crocodile tears nigga, where my diamonds at?”

“Perra you set me up? I like a uncle to you? Fucking puta!”

Angelo stepped towards Ramone gripping the box cutter.

“Fuck you, I pay fair price.”

“Deal is void; you’re not a loyal man Ramone you paid me with funny money.”

“A deal is a deal, plus the diamonds dey no hear, I sell.”

“You sell? Where the fuck is my money?”

“It no here, I deposit.”

Angelo laughed. “You deposit? Your ghetto ass ain't got no fucking bank out. Man run that paper I ain't…”

Before he finished his sentence two shots rang out the bullets zipped past him as he and Ramone both hit the floor for cover. He looked up and saw Diablesa standing with the cop's glock in her hand smoke coming from the barrel. He rose to his feet and looked behind him, the little valto lay on the floor twitching, bleeding from the chest clutching an AK-47.

“Damn!” Diablesa said as she waved the gun at Ramone and he rose to his feet.

“Choo, kilt de lil homie!”

She walked up to him and shoved the barrel of the hot glock in his mouth. “I need the money on three. One, two, three…”

Diablesa pulled the trigger, the back of Ramone's head blew off, his brains and skull hit Angelo in the face and neck.

“Fuck is wrong with you girl? How the fuck is we supposed to find the money now?”

Diablesa's heart was pounding, again she felt her panties get moist this time she wasn't taking no for an answer. The sensation she felt when the bullets flew out the barrel sent a rush through her so intense she was hardly able to with stand it. Grabbing Angelo by the back of his neck she pulled him to her and kissed him hard and passionately. It was so electrifying he couldn't fight it he took her into his arms and held her tight kissing her he stopped, looked down into her eyes. He scooped her tiny frame up and carried her out to the car.

Outside he placed her on her feet opened the passenger's door for her after she was in he closed the door and walked around to the driver’s seat. The neighborhood was flooded with the residents watching in silence as they drove off. Diablesa saw her parents pull up on the block watching as she pulled off, she could see them but due to the dark tint they had no idea she was in the expensive sports car.

Driving at a moderate pace they made their way to the freeway and was about to merge on to the freeway when police cars came from out of nowhere with their sirens blaring. Angelo hit the gas as Diablesa hiked her skirt up and climbed on top of Angelo she eased onto his rock hard python as she felt the warm sensation of blood running from her body. It was her first time being with a man.

“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God….” Angelo moaned a loud as he felt Diablesa's warm, tight snatch grip his pole and release it, it was obvious she had him under her control as he closed his eyes he felt her thighs shutter as the nectar from her passion fruit rained down on top of him.

“You trying to fucking kill us? Open your eyes nigga!” Diablesa screamed out as she wrapped her arms around his neck, moved to the side and continued riding him more fiercely as she felt his erection get harder.

Holding on to Diablesa with one arm, and gripping the steering wheel of the half a million dollar car with the other he smashed the gas sending the XKR-S Jaguar Convertible to a 150 mph. Zigzagging in between cars on the I-5 it was as if they were the only two in the world that existed. Him, Diablesa, and Jaguar the other patrons trying to get home from work alive and safe didn't exist, his troubles of the world, or the two dozen Los Angeles police cars behind them with their sirens blaring didn't matter.

He loved her and he would do whatever it took to make sure she was happy and safe. Diablesa looked down into his face and licked her lips she brushed the long flowing hair from her face as she pressed her lips against his, pushing her tongue into his mouth. She sucked his tongue as if it held the ingredients to the key of life and she would die at any moment if she didn't suck as much of it as she could.

Police cars behind them, police cars ahead with a barricade blocking the high way, police and news reporters in helicopters overhead Angelo came to a screeching halt in the center of the freeway as Diablesa bounced viciously up and down on his dick letting go of the steering wheel he grabbed her by the hips and began jerking her back and forwards as she bounced up and down panting and sweating both lost in their own worlds ignoring the police warnings over the bullhorn.

Climaxing at the same time they let out vicious howls like wild hyenas mating. Diablesa dug her nails into his neck blood ran down his back as he pulled her hair yanking her head back. The police opened fire riddling the car with bullets both their bodies shook and twitched as if they were having a seizure.

……….then there was light!

***

“You can make it!” A voice said softly, somewhat off in the distance.

“Breathe damn it!” Another voice whispered.

“Angelo, I love you Angelo.” Diablesa's eyes fluttered open. She began to panic, trying to get away as she looked at her wrists she was hand cuffed to a bed in the back of an ambulance. Two paramedics were operating on her while a police officer sat grimacing at her with his fire arm aimed at in her direction.

“Ma'am you’re going to be okay, you've been shot.” The paramedic said as he continued to try to stop the blood flow from the numerous gunshot wounds.

Looking down at all the holes in her body and the pistol pointed in her face she grabbed at the oxygen mask on her face.

“Ma'am you have to relax everything is going to be okay.” The paramedic said as he grabbed her hand and sat it back to her side.

“He had a family you Black whore!” The officer said as he inched closer to Diablesa, venom in his eyes.

“Officer please you aren't helping the situation.”

“Damn the situation that Black bitch is a cop killer, she killed a good friend of mine and if it was up to me I would….” The officer shoved the barrel of his glock into the bullet wound in her stomach. She screamed out as the tears flowed from her eyes.

The paramedic pushed the officer back. “Cut that shit out, she's our responsibility while she's in here!”

“Fuck you and that cunt!” The officer spat out as he shoved the paramedic back pointing his gun at the other paramedic who looked as if he was ready to join the brawl.

Unfazed by the gun the paramedic launched at the officer attempting to take the gun the ambulance shook and rocked. As the driver turned the corner the ambulance turned over and slid. Diablesa, the paramedics, and the officers all were tossed all over the ambulance. The officer lay bleeding from his side. Diablesa was on top of him still cuffed to the bed. She managed to get the keys to the handcuffs. Un-cuffed herself and crawled from the vehicle.

…………then there was no turning back


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