The Teflon Queen

  The Teflon Queen

  A Novel By

  Silk White

  Good2Go Publishing

  Copyright © 2011 Silk White

  All rights reserved, therefore no part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission expert in case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For more information, contact publisher.

  This novel is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, establishments, and events portrayed in this novel are either product of the author’s imagination or are fiction.

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  Edited by: M.S.Hunter

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  ISBN: 978-0-615-54952-1

  Acknowledgement

  Thanks to all of my fans for riding with me… Enjoy!

  Prologue

  Jerry Bourne sat in the back of his limousine sipping on a glass of wine, enjoying the nice cool breeze from the air conditioner. In between his legs sat a metal briefcase. Jerry didn’t know what was inside the briefcase, all he knew was his boss was paying him a ton of money just for him to deliver it to a few Mexicans over at the Ramada hotel.

  On any other given day Jerry would have never been caught dead in a place like that, but today was different. Today Jerry was more then happy to step foot in the Ramada, especially since he was getting paid for the job.

  Once the limo pulled up in front of the hotel, Jerry quickly hopped out and power walked inside the building. He held on to the briefcase like it was a new born baby, as he walked past the middle class people towards the room he was told to meet the Mexicans. Jerry hated poor people, and hated being anywhere around them. He couldn’t wait to make the dropoff so he could hurry up and be back on his way out of slumville as he called it.

  When Jerry reached the room he was looking for, he took a deep breath, as he knocked lightly on the door. Seconds later a Mexican man with a thick mustache answered the door with a no nonsense look on his face.

  “Come in!” He ordered, moving to the side so Jerry could enter the room.

  Jerry stepped in the room, and immediately was scared to death when he saw four rough looking, bodies full of tattoos, Mexicans standing up all holding automatic weapons.

  “How you doing guys?” Jerry asked in a friendly tone.

  “What’s in the case?” One of the Mexican’s asked never taking his eyes off of Jerry. The Mexican’s could smell fear coming off of Jerry as he stood there with a stupid look on his face.

  “I don’t know” Jerry said nervously. “My orders were to just drop the case off to you guys, and then I’d be on my way.” He said handing the briefcase to one of the Mexican’s. Jerry turned, and got ready to leave until a strong hand grabbed his shoulder stopping him in mid-stride.

  “Leaving already?” One of the Mexican’s asked.

  “Yeah, I really need to get going...I have to go pick my wife up from work” Jerry lied.

  “I think you might want to hang around”, the leader of the group said. “At least until we make sure everything that’s supposed to be in the case is in here”.

  “Sure, no problem,” Jerry agreed. The longer he stood in the hotel room with the Mexican’s the more his body began to sweat.

  “Why you look so nervous?” The leader asked.

  “I’m fine” Jerry replied. “Just hurry up so I can be on my way.”

  The leader of the group smiled, as he popped up the locks on the briefcase. Just as he got ready to open the briefcase, a silenced 9mm bullet pierced through his skull dropping him right where he stood, spilling blood, and brain fragments on the rest of his crew.

  The other three Mexican’s looked around at each other wondering what had just happened. There was blood everywhere, and the three men didn’t even hear a gun shot. Immediately all three men turned their attention on Jerry.

  “You set us up!” One of the Mexican’s yelled as he raised his automatic weapon, and aimed it at Jerry’s head.

  Jerry shut his eyes, and braced himself for the bullet that would take his life silencing him forever. After fifteen seconds had pasted Jerry finally decided to open his eyes. When Jerry looked up, he saw blood everywhere, along with all four of the Mexican men laid out on the floor, each man had a bullet hole directly In the middle of their foreheads.

  “Shit!” Jerry cursed, wondering if he himself had been setup or used for bait. As Jerry stood there his mind began wondering...what was in the briefcase. He quickly locked the briefcase back up, snatched it off the bed, and quickly exited the murder scene. Jerry took hurried steps until he finally reached the front of the hotel. Jerry breathed a sign of relief when he saw his limousine waiting for him curb side.

  “Get me far away from here as possible!” Jerry huffed, happy to finally be out of harms way.

  As he got ready to open up the briefcase, he noticed that his driver hadn’t pulled off yet. “Hey, I said get me the fuck out of here!” He repeated. “Hey Ben, do you hear me talking to you!? I said get me out of here!”

  When the glass that separated Jerry and the driver rolled down, Jerry couldn’t believe his eyes. Instead of Ben, a beautiful woman with long beautiful silky hair sat behind the wheel. “Hey Jerry”, Angela said with a smile.

  Jerry had never seen her before, but when he looked her in her eyes he knew exactly who he was looking in the eyes......Angela, also known as The Teflon Queen.

  POW!! She put a bullet right between his eyes, snatched the briefcase from off of his lap, and pulled off like nothing ever happened.

  CHAPTER 1

  Capo pulled his Benz up to the curb, and placed the car in park. He was highly upset that he had to come out of his house to handle some business for his boss Wayne. In the passenger seat sat Capo’s main man Moose who had just came home from doing a long prison bid. “How much this nigga Max owe again?” Capo asked reading a text message from off of his iphone.

  “$15,000” Moose replied. “The nigga ain’t call or been answering his jack” he added.

  “Fuck it, let’s do it” Capo said, as he hopped out the Benz with a bottle of Rosay in his hand. As the two men made their way inside the building, the few men who stood out in front of the building greeted them like they were celebrities. Moose gave each man dap, while Capo just gave them a head nod and kept it moving. Capo was a straight up loose cannon. He loved to show off, and be the center of attention, but his main thing was the ladies. Capo was a ladies man and planned on sleeping with as many as he could before he died or either went to jail. People liked him, but they really feared him, and pretended to like him just so they could stay cool with him. Capo was light skin and stood about 6 feet tall and favored the rapper Cam’ron.

  “Yo come on” Capo huffed. “What you giving all them niggaz dap for?” He asked shaking his head as the two men hopped on the elevator.

  Inside the apartment Max sat on the couch with his girlfriend Shekia watching B.E.T, while her mother cooked dinner. Max knew he was in deep shit. He just prayed he had a few more days to come up with the money. He knew Wayne didn’t play when it came to his money. Max cursed himself over and over again for losing most of the $15,000 in a dice game. He didn’t mean any harm, just trying to flip his money. He’d been staying over at his girlfriend Shekia’s house, calling himself laying low. />
  “I’ll be right back” Shekia said, as she got up and headed to the bathroom.

  ”This the apartment right here?” Capo asked, as he pulled out his .45.

  “Yeah” Moose replied pulling out his twin 9’s. Capo aimed his gun at the lock and pulled the trigger. Once the shot was fired Moose quickly came forward and kicked open the door as the two rush in the apartment.

  “Yo, what the fuck is going on” Max yelled looking scared in the face.

  “Shut the fuck up!” Moose growled as he back slapped Max with one of his 9’s.

  “Get out of my house or I’m going to call the police!” Shekia’s mother yelled, as she entered the living room. Before she could say another word Capo busted her over the head with the Rosay bottle as he watched her crumble down to the floor. Capo placed his foot on the woman’s throat as he aimed the gun at her head. “Where’s the money?” He asked talking to Max but still looking at the helpless woman he stood over.

  “All I need is another week” Max said like he was good for it. Capo lifted his arm and sent a shot in Max’s direction. POW! The shot ripped through Max’s shoulder forcing him to flop down on the couch.

  “Wayne wants his money today! Do you have it or not?” Capo asked running out of patience.

  Shekia stood in the bathroom drying off her hands when she heard what sounded like a gunshot. “What the hell?” She thought out loud as she rushed out the bathroom into the living room. Immediately Moose trained his twin 9’s on the women. “Bitch get down on the floor now!” He barked. Not being a fool Shekia quickly did as she was told.

  “Last time” Capo said. “Do you have the money or not?” Before Max even got a chance to answer, Capo had already shot him twice. Once his body hit the floor Moose walked over and stood over Max’s body and sent six more bullets into his body. He then walked over to Shekia’s mother who was now begging for her life.

  “No please” Shekia begged. “My mother and I have nothing to do with this.”

  “Is this trash your boyfriend?” Capo asked sending one last shot into Max’s lifeless body. Shekia didn’t speak she just nodded her head yes.

  “Well he owes my boss money, so if you or your mother doesn’t have $15,000, there’s nothing I can do for ya’ll.”

  “Wait!” Shekia said. “How about if I work off the debt” she suggested, she knew it was a long shot, but there was no way she was just going to sit there, and watch her mother get killed.

  Capo looked over at Moose. “What you think?”

  “I say we kill both of these bitches and get up outta here.” Moose answered honestly. Capo looked over at the woman and felt sorry for her. “Tell you what” Capo said placing his gun back in his waistband. “Here’s my number, call me in 48 hours and you better be ready to work!” He told her as he scribbled his number down on a piece of paper and handed it to her. “And baby girl” he said looking in Shekia’s eyes, “please don’t try and contact the police. If you do, I promise you will regret it” Capo said with a smirk as he and Moose exited the apartment leaving Shekia with a decision to make. Capo just hoped she chose the right one.

  “I don’t know why you didn’t just kill that bitch” Moose said when the two made it downstairs. “What if she goes to the cops?”

  “Relax” Capo said nonchalantly. “Half the cops in New York city are under Wayne’s pay roll, you worry too much.” Capo shook his head as he hopped back in his Benz and left the scene.

  ***

  Wayne sat in his mansion talking to his lawyer Mr. Goldberg. From the look on Wayne’s face Mr. Goldberg knew that the man didn’t like what he was telling him.

  “Listen.” Wayne stated, plainly as he poured himself a glass of wine. “I don’t give a fuck about none of that shit you just told me. Bottom line is, I have lots of money that I need cleaned” he paused, “and it’s your job to clean it.”

  “I understand that Wayne, but the problem is you have too much money!” Mr. Goldberg told him. “Now if you want me to clean it I’m going to have to charge you more. This is not an easy job.”

  Wayne knew that Mr. Goldberg worked hard for him and his crew. He also knew the Jewish man wasn’t dumb enough to try and cross him. So he decided to pay the extra. “If I ever go broke, you’re the first person I’m coming to, to borrow some money.” Wayne laughed as he saw Capo and Moose walking down the long hallway heading towards him.

  “Lets wrap this up” Wayne said as he and Mr. Goldberg shook hands.

  “Call me tomorrow.”

  “Will do” Mr. Goldberg said as he stood up and made his exit.

  “Yo” Capo said stopping Mr. Goldberg in the hallway. “I appreciate how you got my girl off the hook when they kicked in her door last month.”

  “Don’t mention it” Mr. Goldberg said patting Capo on the back as he continued for the exit. He was one of the best lawyers in New York.

  Whatever it took to get the job done, Mr. Goldberg had no problem doing, even if it meant going under the table to get a job done.

  “I hope you got good news for me” Wayne said, as he watched Capo and Moose help themselves to a seat.

  “Yes and no” Capo answered. Immediately When Wayne heard Capo say yes and no he knew he had did some wild shit. “What you mean yes and no? It’s either yes or no” Wayne said.

  “Max didn’t have the money so I killed him” Capo said. “But his girl and her mother was there.”

  “And?” Wayne asked looking at Capo.

  “And I let them live” Capo said putting his hands up in the air. “Hold on let me explain” he said knowing he had fucked up. “The bitch said she was willing to work off Max’s debt, so I figured we could use her to make those out of town trips for us.”

  “And what happens if she goes the police?” Wayne asked.

  “Fuck the police!” Capo countered. “We got the NYPD in our pocket!”

  “We got em in our pocket but that shit cost money Capo” Wayne huffed. “Next time just kill everybody!” Wayne knew Capo was a loose cannon, but the young man was a beast when it came to laying somebody down, so he gave him chance after chance. Not to mention he knew Capo from when he was a little shorty. “You keep on acting up and Imma have to get somebody to replace you” Wayne told him.

  Capo laughed, as he waved him off. “Can’t nobody do my job, that’s why it’s my job!”

  “Well if you want to keep your job then you better act like you need it!”

  Wayne said seriously. He loved Capo like a son but he didn’t love him

  enough to risk his freedom.

  “I got everything under control” Capo said confidently.

  “We’ll see” Wayne said pouring himself another drink. He was going to give Capo one last job just to see if could handle it responsibly. If not he would have to find something else for the man to do. “Listen up” He said. “I need you to go down to Ms. Gina’s restaurant tomorrow and pick up what she got for me.”

  “I got you” Capo replied.

  “And do it quietly please” Wayne reminded him.

  “Stop worrying so much” Capo said as he and Moose got up and made

  their exit.

  CHAPTER 2

  Shekia relocated over to her aunt’s house in hopes that the men who had killed Max wouldn’t find her. She didn’t know the men who murdered Max, but had seen them around all the time. Shekia thought about just saying fuck it and going to the police, but being from the hood that no snitching mentality was in her veins. Shekia took the time to weigh her options. It was either do what she told them she was going to do or either go to the cops and pay the price if they ever caught her.

  “Fuck it” she said as he pulled out her cell phone and dialed the number that Capo had written down on the small piece of paper. On the fifth ring some one finally answered. “Who’s this?”

  “Hey this is Shekia” she said nervously. “I’m trying to reach Capo.”