Chapter 3: Mary Ann

I had used the couch in my office to close a few deals when I had to, but it had been some time ago. None had made me feel the way Poppy did. Maybe it was because he was rich? Who am I kidding? It was because he was black and had a big cock! It did not matter to me where the money was coming from, I wanted to be part of his life. I started meeting him two or three times a week. Sometimes going to his condo during the day! When he suggested I go to New Orleans with him I made an excuse with my husband to be gone for a week. It was a wonderful, amazing week! He introduced me to his ‘friend’, Ramon. I had my first threesome with Poppy and Ramon. I felt like such a slut! Taking on two handsome men at once is something every woman should experience!

After we finished, I lay in bed and listened to their plans to take over the drug business from Ramon’s Uncle Julio. The man was getting old and would not change his way of doing business. They talked about ‘retiring’ the old man. I lay there listening but dreaming at the same time. I was going to be part of this new business. Poppy explained how I would invest their money in properties all over the country. I would be rich!

There was only one problem. I needed to divorce my husband. That would not be a big problem. Things had not been going well between us lately. Especially since he refused to help my daughter with her tuition at Ole Miss. If her sorority had not given her a scholarship, she would have had to quit school and find a job. That was what my husband had suggested. With her sorority paying for everything now, that was not a problem anymore. The problem was I am not in love with him any longer. I am in love with Poppy!

Andrew Coleman---I am getting use to my new name.

When I told Mary Ann that I was going to have to leave Sunday night for an early Monday morning meeting in Jackson, Mississippi, she smiled. As I went out the door I got a kiss on the cheek and a “Have a good trip.” That would be the last time I ever saw her.

I stopped by her office and retrieved my cameras and almost $7,000,000 in the safe. Before I crossed the bridge over the Mississippi river, I stopped along Riverside Drive and threw my cell phone and laptop into the river. I had gone to an ATM earlier and only taken out what I would normally use on a business trip. I abandoned my car in a bad neighborhood in West Memphis and my friend Troy picked me up. I gave him money for the car he bought for me and vanished into the night. I neither knew nor cared about what would happen to Mary Ann or Poppy.

Marcus--- My meeting with Mr. Nuñez in New Orleans had taken a different turn than either I or Poppy expected. There had been an attempted coup of sorts in the cartel. Ramon had taken a shot at the king and missed! It seems the assassin he hired to do the job was loyal to the old man, not Ramon. Mr. Nuñez was now second in command to the old man, Ramon’s old job. He explained that Ramon had admitted how he and Poppy, along with some whore named Mary Ann, had planned this take over a week ago in a hotel in New Orleans. I did wonder how they ‘persuaded’ Ramon to tell them everything before burying him in the desert in northern Mexico. But I did not ask.

Mr. Nuñez offered me a deal! I could take Poppy’s place as their distributor in Memphis.

All I had to do was kill Poppy and his whore!

I told him I would do it.

I was pissed when I saw what Poppy and TaShona had done to Cindy when I met her at a motel in Oxford that next Wednesday. I told her not to go to Memphis that week. I did not want her anywhere near Poppy ever again. She was worried about what Poppy would do to her if he caught us together. I told her that the cartel was going to take care of Poppy and that next week I would be running the operation. That seemed to settle her down.

She was also worried about those tats. I told her not to worry about them. We would take care of them later.

We both like the piercings!

I told her to make up some excuse for not going to Memphis next Sunday. Then we spent the night fucking and not worrying about Poppy. The next morning after breakfast she left for class, and I drove back to Memphis.

Sunday morning she called Poppy and told him that she could not come due to a big sorority meeting that afternoon. She told me later he seemed disappointed.

Monday around noon I showed up at Poppy’s condo carrying a bucket of chicken from his favorite restaurant. The guard at the front door was surprised to see me. He started to stand when my silenced pistol put a 9mm bullet thru the empty bucket and into his forehead. I sat him back in his chair with his head bent forward. It looked like he was asleep. I stepped inside the door. There was another guard watching television with the volume turned up loud. He looked around at me as I shot him in the head.

I listened for a minute without touching the volume on the television. Poppy was fucking someone in his bedroom!

I walked to the bedroom door and looked in. There on the bed with Poppy was Mary Ann! That saves me a trip!

Mary Ann was screaming for him to fuck her harder. Her voice trailed off as she saw me in the doorway. I shot her in her left eye as she looked at me and tried to warn Poppy. He scrambled to get up as I shot him twice. He fell over, laying on his back, looking up at me.

“This one is for Cindy!” I shot him in his balls! He was moaning and trying to clutch his nuts when the final round went through his brain.

I took out my cell phone and dialed a number Mr. Nuñez had given me. I told whoever answered that it was done. I was instructed to wait.

I waited.

In about 15 minutes a car pulled up in front of the condo. Three Hispanic men walked up to the door and entered. He took a picture of both Poppy and the dead woman while his men ransacked the apartment. In a box in Poppy’s closet they found almost $2,000,000.