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Three
Days
Chapter
1 - Anthony
He put his hands in his pockets and turned.
“Bitch”, was the first word that came into
his mind. Walking towards his silver Mercedes
Benz he glanced back at the door. She wasn’t
even looking, the door had been shut. This
fueled his anger, he got into his car and
quickly drove off. The wheels screeching as he
went. Music blasting out he tried to focus on
the words. It was a hip hop tune, by an artist
called Tupac Shakur,
“How do you want it, how does it feel, growing
up as a nigga in the fast last, living in the
cash game, ahhh for real.”
He thought about how appropriate the words were.
Anthony was a black man who had grown up in the
Meadows area of Nottingham and he was certainly
in the cash game now. At his last count he had
accumulated £1 million pounds. He liked to
think of himself as something of an
entrepreneur, selling whatever came into his
path, which included drugs, guns and stolen
artefacts. He’d been doing this for the past
15 years and had escaped the arms of the law,
time and time again. He was now on top, he
controlled the drugs scene totally in
Nottingham, so he wondered to himself, why was
he letting a girl like Jane Gooden get to him.
Anthony thought about his next move, wasn’t
his style letting a woman get to him. He pulled
up to his drive, Rosemary’s convertible blue
golf was there. Rosemary was Anthony’s
long-term girlfriend. Music still pumping out he
sat there, the word “bitch, bitch, bitch”
was all that he could think of, Jane was on his
mind. He remembered when he’d first met her.
Long jet black hair, with caramel brown skin,
she was beautiful, naïve looking, appealing and
very sexy. He had enjoyed introducing her to the
world of drink, drugs and sex. But now, she
repaid him, the only woman, to ever reject
Anthony. She really had been the only woman he
had trully loved. His mobile phone interrupted
his thoughts. “Yeah”, he said.
“Hi, Anthony”, said a familiar female voice.
“Who’s this”
“It’s me Jenny”
“What’s up” he said automatically. He knew
she what she was after – it was him.
“Wondering, how you’re bringing in the new
year?”
“Well nothing planned as yet”, he was right.
“Well why don’t you come around, champagne
and Charlie, good music”
“I’ll think about it. I’m out”. He ended
the call, got out of the car and went into the
house. He could smell perfume. Rosemary was
sitting in the lounge with just a robe on.
“I’ve cooked you dinner Toni” she said in
a soft tone.
“Sorry, I’ve been busy, got caught up –
you know how it is” he replied
“I’m glad you’ve come home to bring the
new year in with me” she said happily.
“Well, erm … I haven’t exactly”. Anthony
couldn’t help but think about her a couple of
weeks ago. She’d had breast cancer. He’d
been with her day in and day out, he couldn’t
bear it if anything happened to her. Her loyalty
over the years had, really proved one thing that
there is nothing like the true love of a woman,
and boy had Rosemary been through it all with
Anthony. “I’m sorry babe… business…
I’ve got a consignment to pick up –
tonight’s ideal – no Police about, ‘cause
of the new year, they will be looking out for
drunken louts tonight, not innocent me, driving
on the motorway”. She looked up at her man.
She thought that he got more and more attractive
every day, he was about 6ft tall and was quite
stocky in build, not too stocky like those
weight lifter types, but just right. His skin
was coffee coloured and he had a shaved head, he
wore glasses, his eyesight had been poor for a
long time, they were designer of course, Armani,
his favourite designer. She loved him with all
her heart.
They’d been together for 15 years, she’d
proved already that she’d do anything for him.
Anthony went over and kissed her cheek. She
tried to kiss his lips, but he pulled away.
Although he loved her deeply, it was a different
kind of love, he could no longer look at her in
a sexual way, she was more like his best friend,
a sister, the thought of making love to her
again, repulsed him and he couldn’t understand
why. Maybe they’d been together too long and
they’d grown apart sexually. Maybe it was the
operation she had, but they hadn’t slept
together that regularly prior to it. He ran his
fingers through her chestnut brown hair.
Rosemary knew he was avoiding the issue but
figured he just needed time to adjust. Since the
operation which had been 3 months ago, now, she
still felt strange, having had her breast
removed she didn’t know if she could ever come
to terms with it. But Anthony, had convinced her
to have the breast reconstructed and she thought
that she would com!
e to terms with it then. Anthony winced at the
thought of Rosemary only having a single breast.
Anthony went up the stairs and sat himself down
on the king size wooden bed, he loved this room,
everything was racing green with all the
accessories in pine wood. The green sheets were
pure silk, he allowed himself to have only the
best. After all the risks he took. He lay back
and looked up at the glass chandelier, he loved
the way the light flickered in the glass, he had
to get ready, after all it was new year’s eve
and he was not staying in on this night. He
showered and dressed in his Armani suit, put on
his platinum, chain, ring, bracelet and decided
to wear his rolex. He went into the bar room and
picked up a bottle of Christal champagne and
left without saying goodbye to Rosemary, he
didn’t want to arouse any suspisions in her.
Since the operation, he thought it was only
decent to be a little more discreet about his
other women. He made his way to Jenny’s house.
Anthony walked up the path, and tapped on the
door with his keys. Jenny opened the door and
smiled. She was glad she’d just put on her
silk nightie and matching dressing gown. She’d
almost rung someone else to share the night with
her, but was excited now that it was Anthony
Kinley, at her door. Wait till she told Angela
about this one. She excitedly showed him in.
“So, where’s the charlie at?” he said.
Anthony referred to cocaine as Charlie. He
needed to get high if he was going to sleep with
Jenny. Jenny was what you would call a high
class prostitute, rumour had it that she was
good in bed. Although Anthony thought she was a
whore, all he wanted tonight was good sex, not a
relationship or any hassles, just something or
someone to take his mind off Jane. Anthony
followed Jenny up to the bedroom and sat down on
the bed. Jenny sat at the table and started
rolling a joint. She looked into the dressing
table mirror at Anthony. She couldn’t believe
that he’d come to see her, on new year’s
eve. He was sitting there with his head in his
hands, “Hey, what’s the matter Toni?”.
“Nothing” he walked over to her and fondled
her petite pink breasts. “Where’s the
charlie?” he repeated. Jenny pointed to a
small box on the table. Anthony opened it,
inside was pure white powder, he made a line on
the table and began to snort. “Ahhh”, he said
as he threw his head back. “I want a good time
tonight Jenny – you can start by sucking my
dick”. He grabbed hold of Jenny’s blonde
hair and pushed her face down to his erect
penis.
Anthony awoke to the fusty smell of sex, drugs
and alcohol, Jenny was asleep next to him. He
looked at her, she repulsed him. Her blonde dyed
hair, strewn all over the pillow, makeup smudged
down her face. All night he’d only thought of
one woman, that woman was Jane. He made his way
outside and phoned Jane straight away. She
picked up after 5 rings. This irritated Anthony,
it was as though everything she did she was
torturing him personally. “Hello”, she said
sleepily. His irritation evaporated. They
arranged to meet at her house on Friday night.
Anthony was pleased she sounded as though she
really wanted to spend the night with him. He
was going to show her a good time and mould her
back into being one of his women. |
