neat stacks of rubber band tied bills. Thick and wet.
Slick tosses the money to Benjamin as the wet stack of cash making a wet thud on the rickety table.
“He bought all tha’ shyt ya’ told him?”
“Kook-line and sink’a,” Benjamin grins, eyeing the stack of cash.
“Like tha’ greedy big mouth trout he is,” Slick laughs, feeling the buzz of the liquor in his head.
“Told him I don’ seen tha’ error of mi’ fuck’in ways as a white man.”
“Tha’ I want’d ta join tha’ Klux’s. They tuk’ me ta’ a few meet’ins.”
“Bor’in shit tho’. Pretty gals tho’. Fuck’d two. One let me fuck hur’ in tha’ ass,” Slick smiles.
Benjamin reaches for the wet money.
A plan has just been funded.
Retribution to be.
“Tha’ fat fuck just paid fo’ his whole family ta’ be put unda’,” the creole grins.
“No woman. I think somebody got plans fo’ em anyways,” Slick warns.
Benjamin laughs, trying to unravel wet bills from wet rubber bands. “Hell naw playa’.”
“We neva’ got down like tha’ .”
Looking up, the black man eyes his brother curiously.
“How’s tha’ sexy ass Kelly McDuff?”
Slick looks up from his shot glass, a glint of anger in his eyes.
“I don’ told’cha ta’ keep my son’s mama out’cha slick fuck’in mouth mane.”
“Say one mo’ thing and I’mma do wha’ I was hire'd ta’ fuck’in do -- naw.”
Benjamin laughs, grimacing at the wet linen paper mess in his hands, throwing it all back on the table.
“Aint wha’ she said when I last saw hur’,” he laughs.
“In fact she want’d my slick mouth all ova’ her.”
The creole laughs as his eyes dart over to Slick’s pistol.
It is at a safe distance.
Slick shakes his head, needing another drink. He loudly taps on the table for his brother to pour. “Damn nigga’.”
“Ya’ won’t leave well nuff’ fuck’in alone will ya,” he snickers, his clear blue eyes sparkling.
“So ya’ say yo’ white honk’y,” Benjamin smiles.
The creole pours another shot for his brother. “So how is she?”
“My dear sist’a-in-law ?”
Lounging back in the rickety chair, hearing it creak, the black man relaxes. Ready to hear of his half brother’s latest trials with the love of his life with the legendary “Cold-As-Ice-Kelly”.
One of the loveliest woman in McClellanville, south Carolina.
It is rumored that the cold hearted seductress has had several lovers killed. Men whom talked too much, spreading lies ad rumors. The beauty has also been rumored to have killed off her late husband.
Benjamin looks to his kin dressed in a different skin, not understanding how the short handsome man could land such a beauty. Let alone convince the “Ice Queen” to have his baby boy. The pride of Benjamin's life.
“What ya do ta’ hur’ ?,” Benjamin grins, feeling the effect of the alcohol.
“Wha’ ya’ say naw ...?,” Slick laughs.
“Ta’ land Kelly negro. What ya’ do ?”
“I aint’cha looks fo’sho’
Slick leans back as his wet suit dries slowly. Warming to his damp skin.
Smiling, the sexy scoundrel runs his fingers through his blonde shoulder length hair. “Shiiiiiii-t ......,” he playfully hisses.
“I jus’ let hu’r take control. Simple as that.”
Benjamin instantly laughs, pouring another shot. “So ya’ let ‘Ole Ice Queen make yo’ hur’ bitch?”
Slick laughs, buzzed, enjoying the conversation.
“Yep, and I’s enjoy every moment of it. Tha’ woman can ride a dick like a cok’d up jockey. And it aint nobody’s business. Ya’ hur me -- ya’?”
Benjamin nods, understanding the hint.
The woman that is the center of conversation, though cold to men whom seek her as a lover, has a heart just as warm and kind. A truly loving soul.
Last year, two young teenage black boys got themselves in a world of southern justice trouble. Both were in a corner grocers in Beaufort, doing what teenage boys do. One was said to have made a comment to a white girl of the same age.
Two days later, both teenagers were in jail, beaten to a pulp. Their necks about to be strung up the nearest tree.
It was Kelly whom convinced the sheriff to have second thoughts, finally letting the young men go.
Some say Kelly did sexual favors for two of the sheriffs. Others say that Slick is cuckolded and the law man is Kelly’s lover. All gossip created by envious women and men.
Both men at the table know exactly why the sheriff let the kids go so suddenly.
Money, and lots of it.
“I should’a shot tha’ fat racist fuck,” Slick sneers.
“Naw-tak’in him up to Vincent's was gu’d enough. Hog tied and shit,” Benjamin laughs, his snicker quickly dying down to a mumble.
Both men know what happen to the murderous sheriff.
“Is it true.....?” Slick grins.
“Wha’.....?,” Benjamin asks, relaxing more.
The creole tries his best to not even consider what happen to the ruddy ignorant officer, shifting in his seat.
“Ya’ might be a pretty boy Benjamin. But ya’ aint no damn dummy,” Slick laughs, pouring another shot.
Thinking through a grimace, Benjamin's light hazel eyes leave those of blue. Both men look off, considering all that may have happened. The cruelty of it all.
“Yeah .....four of em’... they all took turns,” he finally says, barely. As if the act itself offends even his retched soul.
“Bet he won’t be fuck’in with no mo’ color’ds any mo’ tho’,” Slick laughs.
“Naw.......cause they fuck’d him....,” Benjamin laughs, finally letting it out.
The punishment fit the crime.
“They said it was white men tho’,” Slick says as Benjamin shifts in his seat. Uncomfortable with the conversation.
“A mix ....po’ white trash and negros. Two of em’ tha’ sheriff sent to hard labor fo’ no reason,” Benjamin says.
“Good.” Is all that Slick says.
Looking away from his partner in crime, the thug wonders about something else.
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