Free Murder Mamas by Ashley Antoinette Page B

wine rack and disappeared into the room.
    Macy dropped his pants and quickly followed his wife into the back. As Macy headed to the master bedroom where Fatima was waiting, he saw the Martin Luther King painting on his wall. He noticed that it was slightly crooked, leaning to the left. He stopped in his tracks and frowned up, sensing that something was wrong. He quickly lifted the painting on the wall and looked at the secret safe that he had built into the wall. Macy’s heart dropped when he noticed that the safe was slightly cracked and not closed like he had left it.
    â€œFuck!” Macy yelled as he snatched open the safe and saw that it had been cleaned out. A small piece of paper sat in the safe, and Macy angrily snatched it out. It read: FUCK YOU . Macy clenched his jaw so tightly it seemed as if he would crack his teeth.
    Fatima came running into the hallway in concern. “Baby! Baby, what is it?” she asked as she looked on in confusion.
    Macy held up the note and shook his head from side to side. “Boomer. It was Boomer,” he said as rage built up in his heart. Macy, out of pure anger, punched a hole through the wall. It wasn’t the fact that he lost the money; it was the fact that it had been taken from him by his own son. Macy’s street instinct began to kick in, and all he saw was red. Disloyalty was unacceptable in Macy’s book, and Boomer had crossed the line.

Chapter Six
    Sweat dripped off of Boomer’s brow as he pumped feverishly, pounding the small white girl who bent over in front of him. He leaned over and sniffed the coke that was put on her back by Fruit. The small-framed blond hooker threw her ass back, smacking it against Boomer’s pelvis. Fruit sat at the table across the room watching as he periodically used a card to shove cocaine into his nostrils. He watched closely as his partner aggressively sexed the cheap whore.
    â€œYes! Yes!” she yelled as she bent over the bed while getting thrashed.
    Boomer had cocaine residue on the tip of his nostrils and the drug had him horny as ever. The smell of sex was in the air, and the lavish hotel room had coke everywhere. Boomer had purchased nine ounces of pure coke and a hooker, all at the expense of Macy’s drug money.
    Boomer let out a loud grunt and began to shake vigorously as he was experiencing his fifth orgasm in a matter of an hour. He was on a total rampage, and the more coke he did, the bigger rush he got. Never once did he think about the consequences of his actions. He robbed one of the most ruthless men the West Coast had ever seen. Although Macy had left the street life and gotten into politics, his gangster was still buried deep inside of him.
    Boomer pushed the girl out of the way and walked over to the table completely naked. He dipped his whole face into the coke pile and sniffed deeply. He quickly jerked his head up and held it back to prevent his nose from running.
    â€œYou need to ease up on that shit,” Fruit suggested, noticing that Boomer had sniffed three times more than him. They had been in the hotel room for three days straight getting high, and Fruit was beginning to come to his senses.
    â€œNigga, I got this! I am just getting started,” Boomer said as a crazed look formed in his eyes. “I wish I could see that nigga’s face when he went home to an empty safe,” Boomer said as he smiled from ear to ear.
    Fruit shook his head in resentment as he thought about what they had just done. “He’s not going to know we did it, is he?” Fruit asked, trying to make sure that he didn’t get any backlash from the caper.
    Boomer didn’t answer. He just focused his attention on the hooker, who was left lying on the bed, breathing heavily.
    â€œYou want some of that?” Boomer asked Fruit as he pointed at the stripper’s pink middle.
    â€œNah, go ’head,” Fruit said as he avoided looking in the direction of Boomer, who was