Marcellos
Marcellos walked up to the door of the red brick townhouse and let himself in knowing that it would be unlocked already. He could smell the sweet and spicy odor of incense mixed with the strong musky scent of what he knew was expensive weed. The two contrast blend into a pleasant aroma, and Marcellos breathed it all in with deep slow draws of breath. He could hear Trey Songz singing from deeper inside the house and started to head towards it before changing his mind midstride and turning in the direction of the kitchen. Ecstasy pills had become one of his few new vices, a habit he knew he needed to get control of, and they always kept him feeling thirsty. He pulled opened the refrigerator door, looked around, and saw that he could have a canned Sprite, bottled water, or a half a fifth of Smirnoff. He took the Smirnoff and then grabbed the Sprite just in case. He pulled the top off the Smirnoff and drank from the bottle as he once again headed toward the music. The sound led him to a candle lit bedroom and even though it was early in the afternoon the candles were the only light other than that coming from the attached bathroom, the door to which was half-closed. He walked over to the queen sized bed, which was covered in satin sheets, and sat the soda can on a nightstand, then picked up the remote to the stereo system and changed it to a song that he and Trey Songz had done together. After a few moments he heard the toilet flush then the bathroom door opened partially with Jaylene sticking her head out then ducking back in with a wide smile.
Jaylene’s parents were from Barbados and had moved to Memphis when the company her father worked for had opened a new office. In the years since then they’d opened several businesses of their own, which were all successful, so their youngest child and only daughter had always lived a privileged life. She’d gone to school and earned two degrees that she’d never used and likely wouldn’t have to. And like many girls who grew up like her she was infatuated with thugs, but she only wanted a thug with money to blow. The fact that he was a rapper had her open, but he knew that if it wasn’t for that she probably wouldn’t have paid him a second thought.
“What a damn chain can do for a nigga,” he thought as his mind began to flash back to the way they’d met, but his thought was interrupted by Jaylene’s emergence from the bathroom.
The red camisole Jaylene wore hugged her large breasts and left exposed that he had no panties on. Somewhere along the line during his rise to stardom Marcellos had become critical of a woman’s figure numbers, and he knew Jaylene’s by heart. 36D-24-39, 5’ 8” and 143 lbs. Though in his heart he only held her as an executive class groupie, he couldn’t or wouldn’t try to deny the fact that she was bad and could put on like a motherfucker.
Though he’d been kicking it with her for the last nine months, they both knew what he was there for, and without any more hesitation she walked around to the side of the bed where he was and began to undress him. Once all of his clothes were off and piled in a chair, she opened a drawer on the nightstand next to the bed and pulled out a rolled blunt and a lighter. Jaylene lit the weed and took a deep pull then stepped in front of Marcellos, pulling his mouth to hers with her free hand and giving him a long, deep, passionate kiss, while his hands roamed from her ass to her breast then down between her legs. As the kiss began to become even more passionate, he suddenly pulled away and looked into Jaylene’s green eyes. She let out a slight sigh and hit the blunt again before handing it to Marcellos then placed an ashtray on the bed for him. He laid back on the soft sheets as she began to kiss and lick from his neck to his chest down to his semi-erect dick and took half of it in her moth and slowly slid back up to the head just how he liked it. Marcellos took a pull from the blunt and felt its effects begin to kick in just as Jaylene caught her rhythm, giving him the euphoric combination of high and sexual stimulation.
Marcellos slowly smoked the rest of the blunt while Jaylene deep throated him, and he knew by then she’d began to rub on her own pussy, getting more anxious with each passing minute, and her soft moans on his dick increased the sensation. Marcellos sat up and took the last pull from the blunt that he could and then put it out, then grabbed a handful of Jaylene’s microbraids to guide her tempo. A minute later he let her head go and she took it as the signal that it usually was that he was ready to fuck. He handed her the ashtray to put up, afterwards which she stood back in front of him still rubbing her pussy which turned him on so much he felt his dick throbbing. He unloosed the camisole and eased it open, taking one of her full breast into his mouth
“Oww-ooww,” she moaned and began to grind on her hand harder.
Marcellos had never had a woman who’s breast were as sensitive as Jaylene’s, and he loved the way she squirmed and moaned whenever he touched or sucked them. He lay back still holding the breast he was sucking and pulled her on top of him while he palmed one of her ass cheeks. Jaylene used the hand she’d pleasured herself with to guide him inside her and worked her pussy muscles as she eased up and down the head of his dick, taking the rest in every few strokes. Unable to take her teasing any more Marcellos grabbed her other ass cheek to force her down on every stroke. Knowing exactly what he wanted she dug her hands into his chest and began to ride him harder, working them both into a light sweat.
Marcellos sat up still guiding her up and down as he kissed her on the neck, tasting the honey dust she had on, and then stood up with her. She loved it when he picked her up, so she wrapped her legs tight around his waist and bounced up and down on him. In stride, Marcellos eased over to the nightstand where the canned Sprite was, picked it up, and ran it down the small of Jaylene’s back, causing her breath to catch from the cool sensation, and goosebumps to pop up on her caramel brown skin. He stepped over to a long dresser where he sat her while still holding the can to her back and grinding inside her. He sat the can down and grabbed Jaylene’s legs spreading them wide and with each long deliberate stroke he began with he ended by grinding inside her.
“Ohh yeah baby,” Jaylene moaned as he began to speed up still grinding at the end of each stroke.
Marcellos stepped back and pulled out of her in one motion, picked up the Sprite can, opened it and took a long gulp, then walked over to the bed and lay down across it. With a smirk he looked over at Jaylene, who was still sitting where he left her.
“J,” Marcellos said. “You want some mo’ dick?”
“Nope,” she teased and walked over to him and took the Sprite can from him and drank what was left. “Now all I need is something sweet to eat,” she said then climbed on the bed and began kissing Marcellos from the chest and down his waist before taking him in her mouth again.
He loved how she could read exactly what he wanted sexually without him having to say anything. She then climbed on top of him, easing down on all of him in one motion, then began licking his neck as he grabbed her ass and controlled the tempo, until they both climaxed in unison. They pulled a blanket over them, and listened to music until they both drifted off in to a light sleep.
Marcellos woke up an hour later and got dressed, leaving Jaylene asleep in bed. Just as he was about to walk out the front door his cell phone rang. He checked the caller i.d. and saw that it was his sister then answered the call.
“What’s up Ke-Ke?” he said.
“Los are you on your way?” his sister asked him.
“On my way where?” he asked, confused by the question.
“Boy you ain’t forgot yo’ nephew birthday party is today.”
“Aww that, naw I’m at the store right now,” he lied.
In the midst of everything he had going on the party had completely slipped his mind. He was his young nephew’s idol and he didn’t intend to let him down.
“Hurry up, these lil monster are ready to party and Rome ready to show off his favorite rapper.”
“Ai’ight, I’m just gone grab a few more gifts, and then I’ll be on my way over.”
“Okay then, hey pick up some mo’ ice cream from somewhere. We want to make some grown folks punch.”
“Ai’ight ol’ drunk ass girl, make sho’ yo’ fine ass friend Mykesha show up. I need to get to know her. Bye.”
Marcellos tried to remember what his nephew had wanted as he walked out to his car. Any Aston Martin drew stares, but with its customization, his burnt orange Vanquish was a true showpiece. A group of females had stopped in front of it and were taking pictures of themselves sitting on the luxury car. Marcellos had to admit to himself that his new lifestyle had made a little jaded, but he would still indulge in the women, who came from all walks of life.
“Ya’ll like this car?” he asked when he walked up to the group.
The women all looked over to him and one of them recognized him instantly.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed. “You C-Lo Chainz! Oh my god, I love yo’ music.”
The other two women’s’ eyes lit up once the realized who they were with.
“Ya’ll wanna take some pictures?” Marcellos offered always happy to make his fans day.
“That ain’t all I wanna take,” one of the bolder ones said.
After giving her the look over, he thought the thick dark skinned girl was good enough for what was being entertained.
“I’ll tell you what, we can take a few flicks and exchange info,” he said. “I got somewhere to be, but maybe later we can get together and hang out at my place or somethin’, if that’s cool wit’ ya’ll fine ‘selves.”
Marcellos drove to the nearest mall since he wanted to get his nephew some quality clothes and toys in one stop. He was just getting ready to leave out when a young boy ran across his path. He stepped in front of the toddler, who looked no more than two years old, stopping him.
“Oh my goodness, thank you,” a young woman said as she rushed out of one of the stores behind the boy. “Every time I put this little thing down he runs his butt around.” She scooped the boy up and extended her hand to Marcellos.
“Good manners,” he thought as he accepted her hand in his own. He then took the time to really look the woman over. Her hazel brown eyes and dimples, accentuated her round face and pretty brown skinned perfectly.
“I need to thank yo’ son for letting me see you,” he said flirting.
“Thank you, but this little rascal is not mine, thank god. I’m just watching him while his momma is in the restroom. As matter of fact, here comes her slow butt now.”
Marcellos turned around and saw the last person he expected to, his ex-girlfriend Katrina, and mixed emotions flooded his mind as she walked up. She was still an eye catcher, and some of their better times came to mind, but he quickly recalled how things had ended between them. After all the time that had passed, that day still came up here and there.
“What’s up Katrina,” Marcellos said coolly when she walked up.
Even though he had on an iced out Rolex and two large, flawless diamond earrings at the moment he wished he had on at least one of his large chains. He knew it was small minded, but he wanted it to send a subliminal message to his ex.
“Hey Marcellos,” she responded meekly not really wanting to look him in the face.
“Ya’ll know each other?” the other girl asked.
“Yeah, we were together before I moved to Atlanta,” Katrina said.
“Oh well,” the girl said to Marcellos. “I don’t do seconds, no matter how fine you are.”
“Baby girl, you should really rethink that policy,” Marcellos said refocusing on the cutie.
“Hell you probably right, but that’s my girl, so I’m straight. Ya’ll two can catch up or whatever,” the girl said, gave Katrina her son, and walked back into the store she had come out of.
“Congratulations,” Katrina said breaking the silence between them. “I didn’t even know you could rap, and now you’re everywhere.”
“Yeah, I should really thank you though,” Marcellos said. “That night in Atlanta is what pushed me into it and changed my life.
Katrina looked down at the ground at nothing in particular. “I made a mistake and I tried to talk to you and apologize, but you woundn’t answer the phone.”
“Answer for what? What could you have possibly told me after that shit you pulled?” Marcellos asked and became upset about the incident all over again.
“For one thing, I would have told you about him,” Katrina said motioning her head to the boy she held in her arms.
Marcellos now looked the boy in the face searching for a semblance of himself. The child looked so much like Katina though that no other facial features were clearly evident. Though not much, he did think their skin complexions were similar.
“Once I found out I was pregnant I didn’t just want to show up at yo’ doorstep, especially after what happened, so I stayed with my cousin,” Katrina said now looking him in the eyes.
“So I’m ‘sposed to believe this my son because you said it. That ain’t gon’ cut it, cause yo’ word don’t hold a lot of weight right here.”
“Marcellos, the reason I came back was to let our families meet him, and that’s real. I haven’t been asking you for anything and I won’t start. I can raise my son on my own.”
Part of Marcellos was unbelieving, but another part of him remembered growing up wondering about his own father. He was told that the man had moved down to Florida when he was young. Marcellos remembered seeing him once when he was about five years old, but never again, and he didn’t want to be that type of man.
“You know what Katrina,” Marcellos said evenly, “I’m not gon’ stand here and go back and forth with you ‘bout whether or not he’s mine 'cause I got somewhere to be. So what you can do is go head and give me yo’ number so we can get together and get this figured out as soon as possible.”
Marcellos took down Katrina’s number and left the mall preoccupied with thought of how the mere possibility of him having a child could change things. He hadn’t actually considered having one since he mandated that any woman he sustained a relationship with was on a contraceptive, and he used condoms on randoms and groupies. He wasn’t sure of exactly how he would feel when he found out whether or not the boy was actually his, but he definitely wanted to find out. Marcellos made the trip to his nephew’s party with his mind wrapped in his chance encounter.
Katrina walked around the mall with ambivalent feelings about her run in with Marcellos. Part of her felt guilty about what had happened that night in Atlanta as well as the fact that she had no idea whether or not Marcellos was her son, Kaylin’s, father. True enough that she had slept with him around the time she came up pregnant, but she had also had sex with Yayo. She had stayed around and continued to see him for a while and he accepted the child, but now the two were on bad terms. That was mostly because Yayo had stopped brining in money like he once had and therefore he had begun to treat her differently, especially money wise. At the same time though, she felt as though her son deserved the best upbringing she could manage, and she didn’t really care who provided it as long as it was there. If that meant playing on Marcellos or Yayo then so be it, she would take whatever she could.
Marcellos had seemed adamant about getting a blood test, which could go either way, but she was hoping that she could simply be around him enough to possibly rekindle some type of romantic relationship between them, which wouldn’t be an easy task. More so, she wanted to try and get Marcellos to bond with Kaylin, which would make it harder for him to pull away.
“We gon’ be good one way or another baby boy,” Katrina said to the boy and placed a kiss on his cheek. “We just gotta work together to corner daddy, whoever he is. But for now, it’s big time Mr. C-Lo Chains.”
Katrina and her friend walked through the mall to finish their shopping and her phone vibrated, showing a message from Yayo, who was still in Atlanta.
Unbeknownst to the members of M’Famous Entertainment, at various times they were being watched by both federal and local law enforcement agencies. There had been entirely too many incidents involving their artists, who were mostly former drug dealers or other types of criminals, and there was the prevailing thought that the cousins were probably using the business to launder illicitly gained funds. Though there had been a few incidents involving M’Famous members going to jail for drug charges, most of them had been for minor possessions. They had taken down associates of some of the label’s artists, but currently had no direct links to the cousins who were a major point of emphasis.
With C-Note’s rapid and random movements, he was also a suspect in trafficking drugs. His movements in the streets of Memphis, in various neighborhoods, and with the myriad associates or M’Famous Ent., provided him the opportunities to move drugs and collect money. The other cousin, Smoke’s, moves were more subtle, and he was seen as more likely being a coordinator or orchestrator. After the major incident with their deceased artist, Mecca, they had begun their scrutiny of the label’s dealings. And even though they had closed that particular investigation, with the rising amount of arrests with their artists and associates, there was a renew focus on them.
Things were going too slow though. The superiors wanted something solid to justify the continued use of resources and manpower for the extensive surveillance of a presumably legitimate business. They needed results and they needed them fast. There was one of the more useful police tactics at their disposal, though it would be just a little while longer before they were able to utilize it. It had proven an effective tool time and time again, and soon it would be used to expose the inner workings of M’Famous Ent. and it’s close knit members.
Several leading members of the task force targeting the label met to discuss any new developments, and it was decided to let the wild card C-Note’s most recent assault and robbery blow over. When they took him down he’d be gone for fifteen years or more. That was the task force’s aim for everyone at the menacing M’Famous Ent.