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“Other Side of the Game”
I had just turned eighteen when my brother Jaylon got arrested for intent to sell drugs and attempted murder. He and I weren’t on the best of speaking terms but he made sure I always had money to pay for bills and food. We’d been on our own for as long as I could remember and I never starved or had to sleep out in the cold. However, when Jaylon got arrested, I found myself at the mercy of his former bosses Yani and Jean-Luc. They were arguably the most notorious Haitian drug dealers and gang members in Miami. Now that my brother wasn’t going to be around to make them money, I had to become one of their employees.
My brother had no idea that I sometimes had sex for money whenever money was low or whenever he wasn’t able to provide for me. Somehow, Yani and Jean-Luc found out and that’s exactly how they were going to make money off of me. For three years, I hooked up for money as well as danced at a gay strip club. I only got to keep a fraction of the money I made and I was told that if I tried to run away I’d be found and killed. I tested the waters once by trying to go to New York where some of my distant relatives were but Yani and Jean-Luc found out and beat me so bad I had to be hospitalized. I needed a way out of the game. Ironically, my escape would come at the hands of my oppressors.
“You want me to do what?” I asked while looking at Jean-Luc.
“I want you to kill that nigga,” he repeated. “You let him fuck you and then you kill him.”
“And after you kill him,” added Yani, “you text us so that we can sneak in and kill all his homies. All of those punk ass Dominican niggas are dead.”
“This is crazy. How am I gonna kill Morales? He’s like three times my size.”
Yani laughed and said, “Bitch please, we done both seen what yo lil’ ass can do with a knife. Sneak the knife in and kill that nigga after you let him fuck.”
“What if he kills me?”
“Jamari, he won’t,” Jean-Luc snapped at me. “Stop actin’ like a bitch and do what we tell you. Now, we already told you that undercover fag loves boy pussy. We heard it on the streets and you know the streets never lie.”
“Okay, so how do I get his attention? What if he wants to fuck me in his car or in a hotel room? You guys haven’t thought this through.”
“We got his side number,” Yani informed me. “You’re gonna text him and send him some pics. He’ll probably ask you to come to a spot where he’ll meet you. You get in the car with him and then you remember exactly where he goes. Text us the location afterwards. When we get close, we’ll text you back so you can get outta there. We’re gonna have some homies with us to take care of him and his crew. Now go clean up and get yourself ready. It’s already turnin’ night.”
Not wanting to anger them, I went into my bathroom and opened up a new bottle of Fleet. As I got ready for the hardest thing I’d ever have to do, I thought about how different my life would’ve been had I just gone into the foster care system instead of running away with my brother. The worst would’ve been having to live in different group homes, which probably would’ve been a million times better than what I was currently going through. I was currently in hell.
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Although I could be very seductive, I knew seducing someone like Antonio Morales would take all I had to offer. The average man could be turned on easily, especially if he’s into other men, but someone like Morales had to be extremely paranoid. The Haitians and Dominicans in my neighborhood had been at war for the longest, so I had to be sure not to let him know I was in tight with the Haitians by association. If I wasn’t careful, my own life could be in danger.
“Okay, he wants to meet,” I told them before picking up my bottle of cocoa butter to moisturize my body.
“Where?” asked Yani.
“The McDonald’s off of Northeast 2nd Avenue. He told me to stand out there and he’ll pick me up. Are you guys sure he’s DL?”
“He told you he’d fuck, right?” Jean-Luc asked me.
“Yeah.”
“Then yeah, he’s an undercover dick sucker. His boys probably know but they ain’t gonna do shit about it because he’s in charge. Well, we in charge of our boys now and we gonna be de mesye Ayisyen who put that Dominiken masisi in his grave.”
“So you guys hate gays and anyone who isn’t straight unless they have power over you or can be of monetary benefit to you? You’re homophobic just for the sake of being homophobic, you don’t actually believe being gay is bad?”
“Not bad,” Yani explained. “Just weak as fuck. You sissies aren’t good for shit except makin’ us money around here and maybe suckin’ some dick every now and then. And about that you’re gonna deep throat both of us after you kill that nigga for us.” They laughed and gave each other dap.
Yani (left) & Jean-Luc (right)
I definitely wasn’t looking forward to that because they were both uncut and didn’t clean their dicks properly all the time so their dicks always smelled like spoiled shrimp. Neither of them considered themselves gay but would always want me to suck their dicks early in the morning or after the club late at night. Jean-Luc seemed to like when I sucked him without Yani around. Unlike Yani’s mean ass, he’d kiss me and feel on my ass. I knew he wanted to fuck me but was afraid of Yani finding out and thinking different of him. They were both complicated men but I knew not to question them too much. They were very short-tempered.
“Pay attention to where he takes you,” Jean-Luc told me on the way to the McDonald’s. “We’re not gonna let anything happen to you but we gotta know where you’re at, Jamari.”
“Okay,” I replied. “I know the streets of Miami, guys. I’ll be able to tell you exactly where I’ll be.”
“How are you gonna cut him?” asked Yani.
“A stab to the back of his head will do. I really wanna slit his throat but that’ll get too much blood on me. Remember how much blood got on me when I killed that white dude who wouldn’t pay that time?”
“Yeah, you got covered,” laughed Yani. “You may be a lil’ fag but you know how to handle yourself. I admire that.” He looked at me through the rear-view mirror as he drove. “Just do like we said and you’ll be cool. You got this.”
Jean-Luc turned in his seat towards me and told me, “We already put some money in Jaylon’s prison account for commissary and the like.”
“Thank you. He’ll be happy next time I visit him then.”
We made it to the McDonald’s and I hopped out as quickly as I could and stood under the awning to avoid the heavy rain. They drove off and as I waited for Morales to get there, I thought about the three times I had to kill someone. The first time was at age eighteen when this crazy guy followed me home from the strip club and tried to rape me. I only stabbed him in the chest once but he bled out right by my front door. Yani helped me out by getting rid of the body but I was so shaken up that I couldn’t even sleep that night. The second time was when I had to slit some white guy’s throat because he wouldn’t pay me my money after I let him fuck me. I wasn’t gonna kill him but he punched me and I knew if I didn’t kill him then I’d get beaten more by Yani and Jean-Luc. And the third time was when Jean-Luc made me kill this girl that was harassing him about child support. I didn’t like killing people but it was kill or either be killed.
“Get in, baby,” Morales called out to me as he pulled up to the corner in a black Audi.
I quickly climbed in and closed the door before saying, “I was starting to think you’d stand me up.”
“Nah, never that. Damn, you are even sexier in person. Your eyes are beautiful.”
“Thank you, papi. You’re pretty hot yourself.” I felt on his muscular arm and he smiled.
“Let’s take this back to my crib uh…I don’t know your name.”
“Jamari.”
“Hmm, that fits you. Cute and sexy, Jamari.” He sped off down the street.
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I tried not to read too much into what was going on, but he really was a sexy man. Most of the guys I had to have sex with for money were the types who were deep in the closet or couldn’t get women. Some would make me put on makeup and wigs, shit I hated with a passion. However, Morales didn’t seem to be that type. He was a thug; there was no doubt about that, but there seemed to be another side to him. I noticed it the very moment I climbed into his car.
We passed a lot of familiar streets and I remembered each and every one of them. I had to be very accurate in order for Yani and Jean-Luc to find the house. When we drove out of the downtown area and towards the beach, I realized the reason why it was so hard for them to know where Morales and his crew laid low at. Yani and Jean-Luc hated the beach and never went near any of them in Miami. They were going to have to come near it that day, I thought. But then Morales pulled up to an apartment complex. Judging by how upscale the place was, I’d definitely say it wasn’t a trap house environment.
“I thought we were going to your spot?” I asked him.
“This is my spot,” he replied with a smile. “Come on, hermosa.”
I climbed out of the car with him and we walked up a set of steps and then to apartment 242. He unlocked the door and I followed him inside. This place was breathtaking. Everything was so new and clean. I just didn’t expect him to have such a place. It took me a few seconds to realize the plan was completely botched. I had no idea where his homeboys were and if I killed him, we’d never find out.
“Um, where’s your bathroom?” I asked.
“That way,” he said while pointing down one of two halls in the apartment. “Second door on the left.”
I hurried into the bathroom and texted Jean-Luc:
“You ready?” he asked me as I stepped back into the living room.
I unbuttoned my long raincoat and told him, “Readier than I’ll ever be, papi.”
“Damn!” He stepped up to me and admired my body. His dick grew hard in his sweatpants as he looked me up and down. “I was wondering what you had on under that big ass coat. Mmm, them silk panties look so good on you.”
“You like?”
“Papi likes.” He smiled and put his strong arms around me and squeezed on my ass. “Damn, I might have to make you wifey for real.”
“What does that mean?”
“Shit, what you think it means? Look around this place. I can move you up in here and show you a whole new world.”
“But you’re in the game, right?” I stood on the tips of my toes to kiss his lips.
He kissed me a few times and then replied, “I am but it ain’t all I do. I can settle down with the right one. I’ve done it before.”
“Morales…”
“No, sexy; call me Antonio.”
“Antonio, I usually charge for someone to get up in this ass but I think I can make an exception for you.”
“You’re in the game, too? You got a pimp?”
“Uh no…I’m by myself. I do some modeling every now and then.”
“I bet. You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” He smiled again and then grabbed my hand. “Come here.” He led me over to his sofa. He sat down and then pulled me down on top of him. “Yeah, I gotta make you wifey.”
He held me tight and kissed me with so much passion that I found myself having to remember I was supposed to kill him after the sex. Something kept telling me to do it then before the sex or wait until he unlocks his phone and then do it, but the way he kissed me had my mind blown. And his strong hands were touching my body so gently that I was getting way more turned on than I thought I would. I kissed him back and gyrated on his hard dick as if we were already fucking.
“I don’t ever do this,” he said to me in between kisses, “but let’s take this to my bed.”
As if I already wasn’t amazed by this man, he stood up with me still on top of him. I’d never been picked up before so my level of horny shot through the rough as he carried me from the living room to his bedroom. He kept me up on his strong body for a while as we kissed. Then he lied me down on his bed and removed my shoes. He massaged my feet before letting them rest on the massive dick print in his sweatpants. As I played with his big bulge with my feet, he removed his red cap and tank top.
“Your feet are so damn pretty,” he said with a laugh. “Damn, is anything about you not perfect?”
I giggled and answered, “Fuck with me and find out.”
He kissed and licked on my feet and sucked my toes, making my hormones go haywire. He had to have had a foot fetish with the way he was kissing and licking my soles and in between my toes. Luckily I’d gotten a pedicure the day before. He finally began kissing his way up my legs to my thighs. He did this thing where he gently bit down on my thighs that drove me crazy. All I could do was clench onto his pillows and watch him do whatever he wanted to my body.
“You taste so fuckin’ good,” he told me. “Mmm like chocolate.”
He grabbed my silk briefs and pulled them off before putting them up to his nose and sniffing them. He said some stuff in Spanish before getting in between my legs, spreading them and putting his mouth on my ass. It had been a while since I last had my ass eaten, so it was a little sensitive. I jumped a few times because of how aggressively he was licking and sucking on my asshole. And for the first time ever, my dick was rock hard while my ass was being eaten. I don’t know if it was the way he was licking me or if I truly was catching feelings for this man, but I couldn’t stop myself from doing what happened next.
“Stop,” I told him.
He stopped licking my ass and let my legs down before asking, “What is it? I got too rough?”
“No. I just…Antonio, this ain’t right. I’ll probably die for telling you this but this is a set up.”
“Huh?”
“I work for Yani Tibideaux and Jean-Luc Baptiste. They sent me here to kill you after you fuck me. But I can’t go through with it. For some reason…I just can’t.”
He was silent for a while and then he finally said, “They threaten you to do it?”
“Yeah. My brother used to work for them but he got locked up a few years back and I’ve been forced to work for them since I was eighteen. Now I’m twenty-one and I still have to deal with them. I hate it. I’m tired of it. They make me sell my body and drugs and dance at that fucking club. They’ve even made me kill before.”
“Damn. But you seem so innocent.”
“Don’t let my looks fool you. I’m anything but innocent. And now I’m gonna die for telling you all this.”
“So, what exactly was the plan? You kill me after getting some dick and that’s it?”
“No, I was supposed to kill you and then tell Yani and Jean-Luc how to get to you and your homeboys. And then they were supposed to kill your homeboys.”
“Those fuckin’ Haitian motherfuckers! I’ll kill their asses! They wanna fuck with me?”
“I guess I’m on your hitlist now, too, huh?”
He looked at me and assured me, “No. Nah, I’m not even gonna do you like that. I still wanna fuck though. My dick still hard so I’m gonna fuck you.” He grabbed his hard dick. “And then afterwards, I’m gonna take care of business. Those crazy Haitian wannabe thugs are dead.”
“Their boys will know I told you everything though. They’ll get me.”
“No they won’t. You have my word, baby.”
He kicked his shoes off, pulled his sweatpants off and climbed on top of me. I gotta admit, that man knew what he was doing. He had a thick ten-inch uncircumcised dick and he knew how to use it. It felt just as amazing as it tasted. And he did something no man had ever done to me: he made me cum without me touching my dick. My toes curled up and I lost control of everything in that moment. When we finished, I laid my head on his chest and he put one of his strong arms around me.
“I ain’t never caught feelings this quick before,” he told me. “You done caught me, Jamari.”
“Aw,” I said. “I think I’m catching feelings for you, too.”
“So, am I your man now? Because with me you won’t have to do all that shit you did with them two Haitian fools. I’ll take care of you, baby. I got money. I run the streets.”
“I don’t know. I’ve done so much and I really want out of the game.”
“You can be out, baby. I’ll handle business. I might need you to take care of some shit from time to time. I mean, you can handle yourself well from what you’ve told me. You know how to use a gun?”
“Yeah but I prefer a knife. I’m quick as fuck with a knife.”
He smiled and asked, “Is that right?”
“You truly won’t see it coming.”
“Damn, that’s sexy.” He pulled away from me and climbed out of bed. “Go ahead and text them motherfuckers and tell them my boys are at the old Smithfield factory out by the docks. When they get there, me and my boys are gonna kill all them Haitian fucks.”
“Okay. I’ll tell them.”
Morales left and I quickly hurried back into his living room and put my raincoat and shoes back on. I sat down on the sofa and tried not to think about what would happen if Yani and Jean-Luc survived the ambush. An hour went by and they didn’t text me so I knew they were most likely dead. Suddenly, Morales burst back in and closed and locked the door. He was wet from the rain and his right arm was bleeding.
“What happened?” I asked him.
“One of them fuckers shot me,” he replied. “It’s all good though. Once I get this bullet out, we can hit the road.”
“Hit the road?”
“Some of them little putas got away. My boys are gonna take care of them though. Me and you are goin’ to the Dominican Republic until this dies down. I got about twenty stacks in the closet in my room.”
“But…”
“I don’t have time to discuss this right now, Jamari. Now come with me, I need your help.” He hurried into his bathroom and I followed.
“I’ve never removed a bullet before.”
“I just need you to help keep my arm in place. I’ll remove the bullet.” He reached into the medicine cabinet and pulled out some rubbing alcohol, tweezers and some bandages.
“Did you kill Yani and Jean-Luc?”
“Yeah, them boys are dead.” He said something else in Spanish before telling me, “You’re gonna like the Dominican Republic, baby. I got connections there. I bet your sexy ass will look even sexier in all that sunlight.” He kissed me and then raised his arm.
“You know,” I said as I held his arm in place, “I’m not sure if that’s gonna work for me. I am so grateful that you were able to get Yani and Jean-Luc off my back because they were some ruthless ass niggas. But to be honest with you…” I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out the knife I’d stashed there. “…I need to go solo. I gotta get out of the game and unfortunately, you’re my way out.”
“Huh? What do you me…”
I quickly shoved the knife deep into the back of his head using enough force to penetrate his skull and hit his brainstem. He collapsed immediately to the floor as blood poured from his head. I honestly didn’t want to kill him but I was so done with drug dealers and thugs. He was a nice guy and had some bomb dick, but good dick wasn’t enough to change my situation. I needed money and opportunity, and I took them both. After cleaning everything I’d touched in the apartment and flushing the condom he’d used with me down the toilet, I grabbed the $20,000 he’d mentioned from his closet. I used my Uber app to get a ride to my place to pack up my things and put on some clothes, and then I had the driver take me to the nearest bus station. The quicker I could get out of Miami was the better.
It wasn’t until the bus was on the interstate heading out of Miami that I felt safe enough to finally let my guard down. The bus was going to take me to Virginia and then I’d take another bus from Virginia to Brooklyn, New York. Once I’d get there, I’d get a hotel suite and then get in touch with the family members I had living up there. All I could do was think about how I was going to play everything off with my brother. Word would get back to him that his boys were dead, but he wouldn’t know my role in it all. I was done with the game and there was no turning back. It was time for me to experience the other side.
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