A Woman cheats on her Mafia Boyfriend in New York City. She goes to Bedstuy Bklyn.and the night goes all wrong.
At 25 yrs. old My life was like shredded pieces of newspaper I didn't know how to how to glue back together to make a whole page.
I was living in Greenwich village in NYC. Fighting a crazy old landlady with 4 large Quaker oatmeal boxes with 4 different color wigs on each industrial size cylinder shaped box.I got so tired of seeing the 4 Quakers with their Rosy cheeks smiling in the hood with a woman's wig on their heads,
Everytime I had to pay my Rent to the Old landlady.
No thank you No receipt just a sneer.
My Mafia Boyfriend would always say..."SHE'S CRAZY BABY....SHES CRAZY."
So this particular night after work,at my boyfriends bar,I was going to break the trend of the saturday night show an tell.With Carmine at Motown's Ashford an Simpson's club.
With Carmine in his Mafia silk attire, Rolex watch our Gold Chains,him Showing off his pretty me yackin about some celebrity he thought I looked like.
I was gonna Sneak to bklyn.with Ace one of the black customers.
Half Carmines age,he was my age with the six pack the green eyes,an a smile to make a woman blush.
Carmine didn't like him as a customer because He would feel he was flirting with me.
So As it neared midnight Ace picked me up at my house.
We hop on the train the train chugging its way out past the Marcy Projects.
We were going to a Club where us Black folks could really party.Not like the punk clubs in the Village where Carmines bar was (on Skid Row).But in the Heart of the Hood "party"good food,good music,good drugs an a fly guy who knew his way around.
It was Saturday night so who wasn't stoned was lookin real hard at people on the low,checkin their inventory quicky for any type of threat.Nyc Subways are a Freak show 24/7.
If it's not Acrobats doing back flips on a moving train,someone fighting,Then it was some Drunk perv.exposing himself in the corner set.
Ace was speaking to me about the spot were going to,
I heard Carmine in my head say what he'd periodically say to me when he dropped me home after our weekly party nights at the Upscale clubs with the Half a Gangstas as he called them.
The "tough"guys from his old click the Joey Gallo Crew..
"TOUGH GUYS" he'd say then laugh.
So tough that when the shit hits the fan they all conveniently have to hit the head.They cant get into the bathroom to hide fast enough.I'd get a kick out him saying that.I think to myself at 6'5" and about 230 lbs.or so Carmine was one of the Body guards without that problem.Cause everytime I hugged and kissed him,I felt that 38.in his shoulder holder.He'd gotten shot once on St.Marks place.10 blocks from one of his bars.Hs never found out who did it.He carried (Bessie thas what i called his piece)from then on.
As Ace Droned on about what a cool spot we going too.
The" A" train broke out into the pitch black night,Flying over the"EL"toward Bed Stuy brooklyn.
The tired old projects slumped like old men on a soup line under the polluted sky.
I started to feel a little uneasy,seeing an angry Black sky going to the "Unknown". Bklyn.wasn't a place to fuck with.it was the wild west.
Hearing Carmine in my head saying his Famous phrase after a night of partying.
"NOW LOOK BABY,Im waitin here till you get upstairs an I see your lights go on.So I know your safe.
NOW if you change into your Jeans an come back out..your on your own.I love you Baby.See you in the morning at the Bar."
Sincere as he was or wasn't he always said "I LOVE YOU BABY" Like Sinatra closing his Vegas Lounge act like a catch phrase.
Ace snapped me out of my uneasiness.
"Come on Carolyn we gettin off" we walk into the pitch black Void of the hood.
few street lights,rundown brownstones,lots with old tires guys warming their hands around a flaming oil drum for heat.
Suddenly a Storefront popped up out of nowhere with the muffled sound of music.
It was a After Hour Joint even though it was just about 1:30 in the morning.
The people were dressed casual nice.The spot was jumpin.People laughing,dancin,feelin no pain.
Pimps playas,Dope dealers,a stick up kid or two.Very Private.Two huge Bodyguards that looked like they could survive a mike tyson bout.
The Iron Door was custom like a 1920s speakeasy with a peephole cut in.Ain't no cops getting in here my slight smirk told Ace when we held hands looking at each other walkin in.
Ace stepped away coming back with 2 Guinness stouts, 1. with a squeezed wedge of lime floating just how I like it.Let the fun Begin.
When you go with a Mob guy..NO DRUGS allowed.
You do it.its ALWAYS GONNA GET BACK TO HIM.I couldn't do a Damn thing in the East village, little Italy,or Soho,or any part of the lower east side,..without Someone runnin back to Carmine to snitch.Everyone kissed his Ass,hoping to be blessed with a favor.
So here I am in Bklyn.
Where the beer was cold the music smoking,the weed was pumpin an the top grade Cocaine keep finding its way to my Nose.I was havin a Ball.
I knew Ace had about 4-5 Hundred on him so no worries.
We were Toasted by 3am.lit to the max by Sunrise.Our que to leave as Daylight pried open our eyes. We fought it with a hard squint an a shielding salute over our eyes to a night of Fun.
"Lets get breakfast"
Ace said.I wasnt really Hungry but I said ok.
"Lemme get a cab" wiping his face from the Cocaine sweat grinding his teeth like Bobby Brown back in the Day.
A Gypsy cab pulls up,with a VERY pregnant woman in the front an Dude driving with a typical cab Drivers Applejack cap.
Ace an I chill in the backseat.
Cab will take us to the Lower East Side on our turf we'll have Breakfast at kiev.Be back around the bar By 8-9 O'clock an it's all good .
We got comfortable in eachothers arms
Eyes closed lost in our Dreams swimming in coke weed an Alcohol.
Slumped in the cab's back seat.
I wondered if he was thinking what I was thinking.?if their were more time we coulda got a Hotel Room.
Just as that thought was fading the cab stopped.Letting the Pregnant chick out.
They said nothing.
As she faded into the fog of the Morning.
We closed our half opened eyes, snuggling.
I was feeling Really good about Ace wondering how I could fit him in between Carmines 3yr.investment with me.
The cab stopped.
Then I heard HEY!
Louder an Rougher Than it should be at the am time
I lazily opened my eyes to a Chrome 25.cal.5 inches from my face aimed right between my eyes.From the cabbies outstretched arm.
And then I did something I couldn't control
I Smiled a Huge Grin...my face was stuck..stop smilin...stop smiling..you Idiot..was a constant sound loop in hyper speed in my Brain.Stop smiling stupid! stop..stop but nothing was happening I was so shocked.
My pulse and TIME STOPPED.
Completely sober now.
I finally stopped smilin.
Out my peripheral vision I could see shock,fear,panic stuck on Aces Face.
I was stuck in Time.
"Take the wheel"
.
WHAT? I said.
My shock still trying to communicate with my Frozen Brain..
Huh?
Brain was still stuck
"TAKE THE FUCKEN WHEEL" as he leaned into me.Now 2 inches from my face I can smell metal with a pinch of gunpowder from the close Barrel
Message received Loud an clear.
My pulse started up again pounding about 200 beats per min.
I got out the cab passing the Driver now in the back seat.
Taking the wheel fast as I could.
I can see Ace was Still frozen in the rear View.
I said
"WHERE YOU WANT ME TO GO BRAH".
JUS DRIVE!
I'LL TELL YOU WHERE.
"OK".
Im driving,
I can hear whimpering.
I can see Ace Crying
WHAT?
CRYING?
Really.
To think I was gonna give this nigga the keys to the panty draw.
Was gonna give him some Pussy.Musta been Crazy.
MUTHA FUCCA!
my 100% sober brain screamed.
"Turn in HERE."
HERE? this parking lot?
"Thas what I said Right!"
Ok..ok.
"Get out the car Both of you."
We get out,Gun on Ace in this full parking lot they walk about 40 feet away from me.
I could RUN...my impulse said
But my logic said,He's got 7 or 9 in the clip he can hit you from that distance even if he's a bad shot.
I can't run Faster than "SPEEDING BULLETS "
or by the time I hoped in the car.
I stayed.
Head spinning,eyes jutting around as though to look for a Door in thin air to escape through.
SHIT he got the Car keys FUCK!
POW,POW,POW.the sound faded quickly from the small caliber pistol.A typical sound in "Do or die Bed Stuy" anyway..So that means nothing no one heard it.or wanted to the wild west that much I already Knew.
I lean in the direction they walked to.I see him rolling a Limp Ace under a Car.
I was Scared,Terrified.
My mind a complete Blank slate.
"GET IN THE CAR" the cab driver instructed.
I get in the car.
No thoughts Just fear borderline PANIC.
as he drives.
I think could I jump out the Cab I. the middle of the flying NYC Traffic but that 25 auto. keep me from that idea coming to pass.
15 Mins.later we get out in a more rundown area.The Old Brownstone door unlocked It's Freezing inside.
Him nudging me with the Nickel plate in my back.
How the FUCK can I get outta this? This ain't his First Rodeo cause he took care Ace Quickly an got the fuck out.
We walk up the first flight 3-4 room doors all open all vacant all 3 flights the same picture.The hall closets half full with womens clothes thrown on the floor. shoes,coats,sweaters are these the clothes of the people he's killed? they're all Female.
He Killed
ACE!
What the Fuck!
My thoughts racing.
He takes me in one of the empty rooms with a made up bed.Take off your clothes.
No Questions asked.
I DO SO.
He Rapes me.
I saw a bathroom,I gently ask.Can I wash up.
"Yeah."
I go in the freezing Bathroom.I look in the mirror
I dont recognise myself.I just stand looking
Shivering Naked
It seemed Like Forever.
I wasn't me.
I was Different,tired
Older maybe..
I took a deep breath going back to the room with the bed,
feeling like a naked little bird with no feathers.
I didn't want to die naked in Some rundown brownstone in Bedstuy bklyn.But i had to face it.
I didn't want him coming up behind me surprising me shooting me in The back of the head I slowly walked out of the Bathroom.
I could see the bedroom door still open.quietly inching up to it savering my last few breaths.
I was alone.alive.
He was gone.
I stepped out the room still naked looking over the banister from the 3rd.fl.as the old brownstone floor creaked loudly under the filthy death gray Rug.
He made his way out silently after he kidnapped and Raped me at gunpoint.
Killing my friend as I washed.
My freezin hands barely managed to work getting a cold quarter outta my pocket to call the Bar, it's almost 8:30am. the clock said over top of a sexy latina Broad bikini clad on a sunny beach holding an ice cold beer.
"Cerveza Sabor Carona"it said..I think.
I dropped the coin in the Old Bodegas phone.The last Defiant Outpost in the Ghettos war zone.slumping bravely on the corner of Nostrand and Fulton st.
I hear Carmine pick up the bar phone.
"YEAH"
Carmine, you won't believe the shit I'm about to tell you.
ACE is Dead.He was shot..we went out to brooklyn.jus to hang out..an..an...
I started to hyperventilate getting a lil hysterical.
"HOLD..IT ...BABY...CALM DOWN....jus stop a min.
Ace is here at the Bar with me."
There was a long silence.
I said slowly with a questioning tone.
HES AT THE BAR WITH YOU?
How could he be at the bar Carmine
I saw him get shot!
Put em on the phone.
"Hello"
Ace?
"Yeah"
What the fuck are you doin there.
I saw you get shot I saw him roll your limp body under a car.
What the FUCK MAN!
"yeah he shot in the air sayin dont move."
an you did that?
"Yeah".
you Bitch made punk.while the nigga is KIDNAPPING ME.?
"He KIDNAPPED ME TO REMEMBER?"
Yeah but he DIDN'T FUCKIN RAPE YOUR Bitch ASS.
Did you have to play your part so Damn GOOD?you ASS-HOLE.
I hung up the phone leaving the Spanish Chica on the Beach holding her Ice cold Cerveza.While the old spanish guy who was part of the bodega for about 110 yrs.gently counted coins,dropping them in the Register.
He watched me leave but his dead eyes didn't see me as I stormed out back into Jack frost's Waiting arms again.
My Anger an I searched for a Subway the Bitter Icy morning keep Biting me all over.
My mind goin in Circles. What i woulda done,how i woulda done it,we cudda overpowered him.
How i wudda handled it all.
Differently.
Ready to kick Ace's ass.Suddenly it was ALL his Fault.
I spot the subway a sigh of relief came over me.
Then outta nowhere I saw the same cab drive up next to me...creeping with me while I walked.Steadily right with me slowly.
The same cab driver who kidnapped and rapped me. turning his head lookin dead at me putting his finger to his mouth signaling shhh.
5 mins.before I Jutted down the subway steps.
I would Kick his ass,I should bash his head in with a Garbage can lid right the Fuck Now!
if it happened again I d fuck him up on the spot.
But when I saw his face again.I knew I wasn't gonna do SHIT ever
with a pistol between my eyes.
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