Yellow Ghost: La Femme Selita Prequel Read online

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  FADED MEMORIES

  LITTLE SELITA

  MR. DRAGON

  GONE GIRL

  BROTHER DEAREST

  THE FIRST TIME

  CHERRY STREET

  CAMBRIDGE LIFE

  HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT

  AFTER THE FIRE

  BACK TO BROOKLINE

  THE REPERCUSSIONS

  ALMOST 21

  LEGALLY LEGAL

  NUMBER FOUR

  A NEW DAWN

  PLAY TIME

  I SEE YOU

  Authors Note

  黄色の幽霊

  Fantôme Jaune

  YELLOW GHOST

  Kiiro no yūrei

  La Femme Selita Prequel

  By

  Lolah Lace

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  WARNING

  This novel is considered erotic romantic fiction. This is for mature audiences only. This book contains adult profane language, violence and strong sexual content.

  Dedications

  I want to dedicate this book the people all the readers that enjoyed La Femme Selita. There were many questions about Selita’s background. I hope this prequel gives you some insight into where she came from and why she is the way she is. I enjoyed writing La Femme Selita. Please stay tuned for the final installment in the series La Belle Selita.

  Acknowledgments

  I would like to give thanks to beta readers Patrice Harrison and Camille Crawford. Your valuable input is really appreciated. I would also like to thank the readers that stopped over and wrote a good review at the online retailer of your choice. Reviews matter more than you know so thank you, thank you, thank you.

  FADED MEMORIES

  I don’t remember much from my childhood. I remember bits and pieces, figments of recollections that hold no significant meaning but are like faded silhouettes. The images are there but they are cloaked by shadows. I may have blocked them out. They may be too traumatic for me to think about and relive. Maybe they are buried somewhere deep in my subconscious.

  I remember my mother. She was pretty; too pretty some would say. That was before the drugs. She was five-four and really curvy. Her skin was russet brown and smooth. Men loved her but she loved drugs. There was a time that I loved her too. That was before I recognized the neglect she singlehandedly bestowed upon me. I never met my biological father. I could look in the mirror and guess that he was some light-skinned black man.

  I was six years old when I meet the Dragon. That was when he illegally adopted me, the operative word being illegally. Sure he wasn’t my real father but he was the man that saved me, spared my life, taught me the strictest of life’s lessons. He nurtured my gifts. He showed me a new way of life. He was a tyrant to many but he was a savior for a little girl with nothing but fear.

  The fear, yes I do remember that. Afraid I wouldn’t be able to find any food to eat. Afraid my Mama would never come home. Or worse, afraid I would find my mother dead. My life truly began when Mr. Tenaki Hiroshima made me his little fantôme jaune. I love my father more than anything. I would kill for my father. I have killed for my father. I am la femme Selita. I am the Yellow Ghost. I no longer fear anyone or anything but now I am feared.

  LITTLE SELITA

  6 YEARS OLD

  We were riding in a little red car, the lady and me. Mrs. Murphy was driving. She made me wear a seatbelt. She was my caseworker. I’m not sure what that means. I keep forgetting to look it up in the dictionary.

  Mrs. Murphy was acting weird but I didn’t know why. She had always been so nice to me. But today she was mean, no not mean. She was just weird. She pulled up to a building that was painted pink and blue. I had never seen anything like it before. The big sign on the side of the building said Fantasy FunClub. Mrs. Murphy parked in a space by the concrete wall that was painted pink. Where were the other cars?

  “Just be quiet. Take off your belt and get out.” I did as I was told.

  We both walked to the front door, a big blue door without numbers on it. She opened it.

  We walked into the building and Mrs. Murphy was holding my hand. It was very dark inside even though it was very sunny outside. I knew that I should probably be afraid but I wasn’t. Wherever I was going had to be better than that foster home. I didn’t know what foster meant but I was a foster kid. All my life I was Markita’s kid and now I was fosters. It didn’t make any sense to me. Who was this Foster? I had never met him.

  There were too many foster kids and wherever I was going had to be quieter. Those other foster kids were bad as hell. They were loud. I hated every moment I spent at that place. I needed it to be quiet to concentrate on my studies and read my books. I’m the only one that likes to read.

  There was a huge man sitting on a tall chair. He stood when he saw us. He was blocking the second door.

  “Hey lady, what do you want?”

  “I’m here to see Mae.” Mrs. Murphy said as I looked up at her and back at the big black man.

  “What do you want with Mae?” The man looked down at me with his mean face. He had a huge scar on his cheek. It was like the one my Mama had on the back of her neck. Some asshole motherfucker stabbed her. That’s what she told me. I didn’t know who the asshole motherfucker was. My Mama called a lot of people asshole motherfuckers, tired bitches, punks, and bastards. I never say bad words out loud.

  “I’m dropping something off.” Mrs. Murphy’s voice was weird. “It’s business.” She looked at me and than back at the man.

  The huge man looked down at me and made a face, an ugly face. I don’t think he likes me. I don’t like him either. I wonder who this Mae person is. I hope she’s nice. Is she going to be my new mama?

  Mrs. Murphy told me I was being adopted. I don’t know what that means. She said I would have a new family. I never had a family before. It has always been just me and my Mama. Sometimes just me when Mama would leave me alone in our apartment for days. I never knew where she was but she always came back. I sent myself to school. I loved going to school. School was my favorite place. I wish I could live there.

  I miss my school. I
miss my teacher Mrs. Wilson. One day someone came to pick me up from school and I never got to go back. I heard the teachers whispering about me. They said I was dirty. They said I was smelly. They said my Mama was a crackhead. They said she should be arrested for leaving me all alone. My Mama is not perfect. She does her best. She doesn’t have any money and she’s sick all the time.

  The mean man stared at me and I looked away. I looked down and I saw the gun tucked in his waist by his belt. I really don’t like him. I don’t like guns.

  “Come on. Follow me.” He said.

  I changed my mind. I didn’t want to be adopted but Mrs. Murphy pulled me into the other door. We walked through the building. There were tables everywhere. I had been in a place like this before, a place where people drink too much alcohol and started acting all crazy. I wasn’t supposed to be in a place like this. I was too young. I think it’s against the law. I heard someone say that to my Mama one time. He said, ‘you ain’t ‘posed to have no kid up in here Marty’. A lot of her friends called her Marty.

  We walked all the way to the back. I passed a stage that had a pole just like the firemen have at the fire station. At my old school I went on a field trip to the fire station.

  A lady came out from a back room. Her heels were tapping loud. I like that sound. The lady was pretty and light like me but she wasn’t a black lady. I don’t know what color she was.

  “Hey Mae.” My caseworker said.

  “Diane.”

  Is Diane Mrs. Murphy’s first name? Huh. I didn’t know that.

  “So this is the girl.” The pretty lady named Mae said. Now I think Mae is black. She sounds like black people. Her hair was very long. It was red like an apple and very shiny. I think it’s a wig. My Mama has a wig. Mae was wearing a dress that was very little. I think it was too small for her. I probably could fit it.

  “Yes this is Martika’s girl.”

  “Yeah yeah Martika, I’m tired of hearing that tricks damn name.” Mrs. Murphy didn’t say anything. Mae bent to look at me. “Hey baby girl. What’s your name?”

  “Selita Hilton.”

  “I don’t have a Selita in my stable. I have one too many Tanya’s.” She laughed.

  “I agree. Too many hoes named Tanya.” The big mean man said. I forgot he was even standing behind me.

  “Antonio you too much.” She stopped laughing to look at Mrs. Murphy. “Has she been touched?”

  “No, no.” Mrs. Murphy said.

  Mae tipped her head to one side. “How do you know?” One of her eyebrows went up like magic.

  “A doctor examines all the kids that come into foster care. She hasn’t been messed with.”

  What are they talking about? I don’t mess myself. I’m six.

  “You learn something new everyday.” Mae put her hands on her hips. “So Diane thanks again.” Mae poked out her lips. “It’s been nice doing business with you. This little cutie should work out just fine. Mr. Dragon appreciates your cooperation.”

  “Ah, okay.” Mrs. Murphy said to Mae. She bent to look me in the eyes. “Selita, you be a good girl, okay.”

  I smiled. This wasn’t such a bad place. It’s way bigger than my Mama’s apartment. It looks like they have food here. “Okay, I will.”

  Mrs. Murphy pulled me into a big hug. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered in my ear. Why would she be sorry? She found me a family. Mae looks like a nice lady.

  Mrs. Murphy slowly stood up straight.

  “I will let you know if we need another little one. I’m thinking the next one should be about thirteen.”

  Mrs. Murphy didn’t say anything. She just walked away with the big mean man, Antonio I think Mae called him. I watched them until I couldn’t see them anymore.

  “Selita, Selita, come with me so you can met your new daddy.” Mae said with a smile. I guess she didn’t know that I never had an old daddy. I followed her closely. She was wearing these really high heels. All her big butt jiggled when she walked. It looked like Jell-O. It was really very funny but I knew I shouldn’t laugh. I was going to be on my best behavior. Be a good girl, that’s what Mrs. Murphy said.

  We walked further to the back. We walked down a hallway. We passed a ladies bathroom and a men’s bathroom. Mae knocked on a door and then opened it. A Chinese man was sitting behind a large desk. His hair was black and he was wearing a suit like the one my granddad wore at his funeral.

  “Mr. Dragon I have your new little girl.”

  Dragon? What kind of name is Dragon? The Chinese man looked at me.

  “This is Selita. You wanted Martika’s girl and now you got her.” Mae said.

  “You know she owes me money.” He knows my mother.

  “I know you’ll never get it back.”

  “That’s why I have the kid.”

  “You paid for her. That’s more money out of your pocket. Martika gonna put you in the po’ house. You always letting that trick ass bitch slide. You--”

  The Dragon man raised his hand and Mae stopped talking.

  He looked at me. “Hey you, Selita. How old are you?”

  I could barely understand him. He talked funny just like in those Chinese cartoons.

  “Do you hear me girl?” He leaned over his desk and looked at me real close.

  “Yes sir. I’m six. I will be seven on October eighth.”

  He laughed at me but I wasn’t sure why. “Listen to little Miss fancy pants.”

  I was wearing a pretty blue dress, not fancy pants. I don’t understand this Chinese man.

  “Yes sir Mr. Dragon, she has manners.” Mae in her little tight dress said to him.

  “These perverts don’t care about her manners.”

  “True. Do you think she’s too young?”

  “Um maybe but some of these sickos like them like that. I could fetch a good price for her.”

  “You bought her just so you could sell her? Whatever.” Mae smacked her lips.

  “Business is business. In a few years she will fetch a hefty price.”

  “I don’t want any parts of no babies She so damn young. I believe in heaven and hell.”

  “I will pay your way into heaven.” He laughed.

  “You’re so generous but I don’t think anyone has touched her. She looks innocent. Well that’s what Diane said.”

  “It doesn’t matter. Someone will break her in.”

  Everything they said I didn’t understand. I wanted to ask him so I did. “Are you my new father?”

  He laughed again. “Yes little girl. I’m your new father. You must obey me at all times.”

  “Okay.” That shouldn’t be hard. I’m a good girl most times.

  There was a knock on the door while I stood there.

  “Come in.” Mr. Dragon said.

  A white man with long hair and a lot of tattoos walked into the room. “Mr. Dragon.”

  “Did you find Misty?”

  “Yes boss she’s locked up in the basement. What do you want me to do with her?”

  “I’m done with her. Dump her somewhere public so I can teach the other girls a lesson. Stealing from me will not be tolerated.”

  “Sure thing.”

  “Wait. I need to get one last look at her. She needs to see me before the end.”

  “Sure boss.”

  Mr. Dragon got up from his desk and walked to the door. He turned back and looked at me. “You stay put little girl.”

  My name is Selita, not little girl. “Yes sir.” I said.

  “Stealing won’t be tolerated. What about Martika’s dusty ass.” I heard Mae mumble.

  They left me alone in the room. Mae went with them. The door stayed open but I felt alone. I wonder if he likes me. I wonder why Mrs. Murphy didn’t give me to a black family. I don’t know what color Mae is. I thought she was Black but now I don’t know. She doesn’t look Chinese. Maybe she speaks Spanish. Is she Mr. Dragon’s wife?

  I walked around the room and tried not to touch his stuff. I went behind his desk and sat down in his big chair.
My feet didn’t touch the ground. I swung them back and forth like I always do when the chair is too big for me. I grabbed the edge of his desk and pulled myself closer.

  I wanted to open the drawers on his desk. If I did, he wouldn’t know. I wasn’t going to take anything. I was just going to look inside. I opened the top drawer. There was a big black gun right there next to the stapler. I stared at it but I would never touch it. I hate guns. My Mama hates guns too. She really hates knives. I hope I got to see her again. I hope she’s okay. I hope she’s not too sad without me. I miss her so much.

  MR. DRAGON

  I didn’t notice Mr. Dragon when he walked back in the office. His footsteps were so quiet. I will have to remember that.

  “What are you doing?” I heard him first.

  “Nothing.” He scared me.

  He walked around his desk and was standing right by me. I hopped out of his chair.

  “Have you been messing with my things?”

  “No.” I lied. He was mad.

  “Selita, are you lying to me?”

  “Yes. I saw you were adding these numbers and putting them in this book. I followed the pattern and filled in the missing answers. The column right here that says B was wrong. The numbers didn’t match when I added them. I added them twice to make sure. I erased them and then I fixed them.”

  “Move!” He pushed pass me. He sat in the chair and grabbed his glasses off the desk. He put his glasses on the tip of his nose and he looked at all my numbers. “Did you use the calculator?”

  “No that’s cheating.”

  His eyes got really small. I couldn’t see his eyeballs anymore. “Selita, do you know what a cock is?”

  “Ah I’m not sure. I think it’s a male chicken, a rooster.”

  “Huh, do you know what a dick is?”

  “I think it’s what they call a detective in the movies. Is it the police?”