Blood 4 Blood

by Willie Slaughter

  Dink didn’t waste time coming up out of his clothes. They lip locked while touching all over each other. Dink kissed his way down to her medium size breast and sucked on her erect nipples while massaging her breast.

  “Mmm, baby,” she moaned, relaxing against the armrest of the loveseat.

  Dink descended, sliding his tongue down her stomach and into her sex. “Mmm, this pussy tastes like strawberries,” he moaned as he tongued her sex down.

  Mindy rotated her hips to the rhythm of his tongue. “You like it, baby? You like the way this pussy tastes?” she asked in a sexy tone of voice.

  Dink responded by flickering his tongue in and out of her faster.

  “Ooh, Dink! Ah! Ah! Ah!” she screamed as she grabbed the back of his head and thrust her hips forward faster and faster until her body trembled. She came.

  Dink sucked on her clitoris until she came again. Afterwards, he kissed his way back up her body until his lips met hers. Slowly, he penetrated her, easing himself all the way inside of her. Mindy spread her legs wide and wrapped them around his waist.

  She moaned softly as he long stroked slowly. He stared into her sea green eyes and got lost in the moment. “Mindy, damn, baby, you got that bomb,” Dink moaned, taking pleasure in the steady rising of heat and wetness between her thighs.

  “Yes, baby. I’m glad you like this pussy, because I’m definitely feeling this dick,” she replied, staring back into his dark brown eyes.

  Feeling his release coming, Dink started stroking harder and faster.

  “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me, baby!” Mindy screamed, thrusting herself onto him.

  She threw the pussy on Dink so good, he came before he knew it. He kissed her on the lips as he slow grinded inside of her, filling her up with his release. Breathing hard, he got up and sat beside her on the loveseat. He grabbed his pants off the floor, reached inside the right front pocket, and took out a half ounce of marijuana. “You got any blunts, luv?” asked Dink.

  “No, but I have some strawberry wraps,” she replied.

  “Everything in my life gotta taste like you, huh?” he said while licking his lips.

  “You’ll learn to appreciate it if you stick around,” Mindy said before getting up to grab the wraps.

  Dink watched her body as she walked out of the den naked. Walking sex, he thought to himself. She came back in and sat on his lap. He handed her the Ziploc bag. “Twist it how you feel, luv.”

  Mindy put a good dime sack in a strawberry wrap and fired up. They smoked and kicked it for a while. Then they went back at it two more rounds. Every time, he came inside of her.

  “Dink, baby, you’re nutting in me like I’m on the pill or some shit,” she said.

  Dink hit the weed and nodded in deep thought. “I ain’t going anywhere. Whatever we start, I’m there with you to the finish line.”

  Mindy kissed him on the lips. “I’m holding you to it, bae. Now, blow me a gun.”

  He blew her a shotgun to the head. She caught all of the smoke. They smoked and sexed each other until they fell asleep naked on the loveseat.

  Chapter Seventeen

  With everything that was going on, Li'l Will and Machumu decided to go home instead of staying another moment at the Marriott. It was a tough decision because both of them were enjoying being away from everyone else. Especially Machumu. She was thankful for not having to hear a sermon from his mother about whatever she felt was wrong even when nothing was wrong.

  When Li'l Will opened the front door, they were greeted by their daughter, Tara, standing with her hands on her hips, frowning. “Daddy, where have you been? I’ve been calling Mama’s phone, and nobody picked up.”

  Li’l Will started laughing, but his wife didn’t find it funny. “Girl, if you don’t take your hands off of your hips and stop questioning grown folks about their business, I know something,” warned Machumu.

  Tara's whole demeanor changed within seconds. Li'l Will picked his daughter up and walked on into the house. “She gonna stop talking to my baby girl like that,” he said, trying to cheer her up.

  “That’s what’s wrong with her now,” Machumu said coldly. She looked at the time. It was seven minutes after nine. “And why ain’t your little spoiled ass in bed?”

  “Nana said I could stay up late, and wait for Daddy to come home,” Tara replied.

  Machumu threw her hands up in defeat and stormed off towards their bedroom. She was tired, and was determined to get some rest. Li'l Will carried Tara up to her room and tucked her in. He kissed her on the forehead and told her goodnight before heading to bed himself.

  ***

  James and DeQuan were tuned in on CNN news. The news of Thaddeus's death was interesting, but not surprising to either of them. You live by the sword, you die in the field, was James’s philosophy. DeQuan's theory was, whoever did him in, got the wrong twin. They were really aiming at The Head.

  The CNN news reporter stated, after the break, they were going to be live in Albany, Georgia, where cop killings had been on the rise and where there had been a massacre, leaving 98 dead inside of a restaurant.

  “What in the hell is going on in Albany, Georgia? Them nigga’s gone crazy,” DeQuan said.

  James nodded in agreement. “You ain’t lying. How you gonna have a multi-million dollar scheme and let shit like this go down?” DeQuan asked, referring to their nephews without calling any names because Cedric was sitting behind them.

  The news was back from commercial break. They showed footage of the inside of the restaurant while the reporter spoke. Pictures of the deceased popped up on the television screen as he called names and ages. It had definitely been a massacre, James thought to himself.

  The television and lights went out inside of the cellblock. It was lockdown time. James and DeQuan showed each other brotherly love by dabbing each other up and then hugging.

  “Fam, I’ll be glad when these last few months come and go.” James said.

  “Real shit, fam. I never thought I would see it. The Slaughter Boyz out there fucking up heavily,” DeQuan replied.

  James could feel the emotion in his speech. “I was thinking the same shit, bro. We’ll talk in the morning.”

  Both of them nodded and spoke to Cedric on their way to bed. They knew what he was waiting on.

  “Y’all rest peacefully, big bro,” Cedric replied. He went inside his cell as well, but didn’t lock the door. He waited on the signal from Tiffany for him to come out. The lock on the door clicked twice, and he crept out to the booth.

  “What’s good, luv?” he asked, kissing her softly upon the lips. He rubbed and kissed her stomach. “And how’s our little one doing?”

  “We are great, bae. Listen, Cedric, I think we need to chill on this booth thing for a while. You can come out and pick up your package, but after that, you gotta go back in. Besides, we ain’t trying to get caught up,” Tiffany said.

  Cedric nodded. “Baby, you’re the captain of this ship. Whatever you say goes. It ain’t like we don’t talk every day for hours anyway.”

  She kissed him back on the lips. “Thanks for understanding, bae. We still going to do us every other night. You gotta feed the baby.”

  They hugged and kissed before she gave him the package and he crept back into the cellblock.

  A week passed, and Cedric was back in court on his appeal. Tiffany sat on the row right behind the defense attorney’s desk. Every so often, Cedric would look over his shoulder at her. He noticed she was starting to show.

  The judge walked in and everybody stood to their feet. After she sat down, she told everyone else to be seated. The bailiff read off the court documents and reason for Cedric’s appearance before the court. The judge stared at Cedric during the process.

  “Thank you,” she said to the bailiff before directing her words to Cedric’s attorney. “Is the defense ready to proceed?”

  The clean-shaven Caucasian attorney rose to his feet. “Yes, Your Honor, defense is prepared to go forward with the
hearing.” He replied and sat back down.

  The judge turned towards the district attorney. “Is the prosecution ready?” she asked with a warning look in her eyes.

  The district attorney stood. “Your Honor, the prosecution is ready.”

  “Let’s get this done before break,” the judge said in a tone, making sure both attorneys understood what she really meant. She had a long list of cases on her docket for the day, and she wasn’t about to sit through long drawn out appeals.

  Cedric’s attorney rose to his feet and presented his argument before the court. He argued the insufficiency of the evidence used against his client and the fact that there were no material witnesses putting his client on murder scenes or in drug transactions. His attorney was proving to be worth every cent of the $85,000 he was paid. “The defense asks murder and RICO charges be dropped,” he said before having a seat.

  While the district attorney stated the nature of the evidence in the case before the court, Cedric smiled from ear to ear. He knew the circumstantial evidence she presented wasn’t good enough to hold him in jail. Not to mention, send him to prison. He looked over his shoulder and blew Tiffany a kiss.

  All while he was putting on for his baby's mother, he didn’t realize Renika was sitting in the back. The smirk on her face said everything. She had witnessed it all.

  “The prosecution rests, Your Honor,” the district attorney said before returning to her seat.

  The judge sat quietly, reading over the case and evidence packet before her. “Counselors, approach the bench.”

  The defense attorney and district attorney approached the bench warily. They argued in a hushed tone before the judge. Cedric was feeling like a free man already. Either they were negotiating a plea deal, or his lawyer was demanding a complete dismissal.

  Cedric turned around to say something to Tiffany, but his words got caught in his throat. Renika had changed seats. She was sitting next to Tiffany, smiling.

  “What’s wrong Cedric? Cat got your tongue?” Renika said without emotion.

  Cedric regained his composure before answering. “Nothing is wrong, Renika. Meet my baby’s mama and future wife, Tiffany. Tiffany, this is my ex fiancée, Renika James.”

  The two women were cordial about the situation. They spoke and shook hands. Renika turned her attention back to him. “Glad to see you happy, Cedric Livingston. Have a great life,” Renika said in a sincere tone of voice before getting up and leaving.

  Tiffany realized she had left her shoulder bag sitting on the pew. She was about to call out to her, but Cedric told her not to worry about it. “Renika James got more damn money than she can spend in a lifetime,” he reassured her.

  Renika got in on the rear passenger side of the burnt orange 1963 Chevy Impala. Amara was at the wheel and Danika beside her in the front passenger's seat. They listened to the judge’s decision concerning the appeal on a listening device planted in the D&G shoulder bag Renika had bought a few minutes ago.

  “Well, prosecution, there is no concrete evidence to convict Cedric Livingston of any of the said charges; therefore, I’m granting a dismissal in favor of the - “

  Before the judge could get the word defendant out of her mouth, three explosions went off simultaneously inside of the courtroom, killing everyone inside.

  “Well, that’s that,” Renika said with finality. She gave Amara the go ahead to detonate the last round of explosives that she had planted inside the courthouse. They watched as the smoke and fire rose into the sky, burning the building and the dead within it to ashes. Amara pulled off when they heard the sirens in the distance.

  ***

  News traveled fast. James and his brother watched the report on the explosion within the Garland, Texas courthouse, killing everyone inside. They knew it was where Cedric’s appeal was being handled. “Karma is a real bitch,” James stated.

  “Yeah, the li'l nigga had it coming. It’s fucked up that his bullshit got a lot people offed,” DeQuan replied.

  “The price a nigga is willing to pay for thinking with his dick,” James said and busted out laughing.

  DeQuan laughed as well. “You can say that shit again. Might as well go in his cell and grab the line and pack before the guards get it.”

  They got up from in front of the news television and sat back at the domino table. James watched the movement in the cellblock and the hallway while DeQuan slipped the lock on Cedric’s door and went in. He was in and out in two minutes flat. He took everything to his cell and put it up.

  “Everything good,” DeQuan said as he sat back down at the table.

  Five minutes later, the guards came inside the cellblock yelling lockdown. All the inmates stepped inside of their cells and pulled the doors closed while they packed Cedric’s property.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Mike was sitting at his crib, smoking a blunt to the head, thinking about killing Dink for the restaurant killings when his phone rang, He looked at the caller ID. It was a private number. “Yeah?” he answered.

  “Sheriff, how are you doing? This is Demetri.”

  Mike hit the blunt hard, causing himself to choke on the smoke. “I’m living. What can I do for you?” he asked while coughing.

  “How’s business?” Demetri asked, ignoring his question.

  “Shaky with all the bullshit going on,” Mike replied angrily, still considering killing Dink.

  “Hmm. Got a shipment coming in for you tonight. Be at the water by nine, and come alone,” Demetri said.

  Mike hit the blunt again and ducked it out. “Alright then. What’s the ticket on it?”

  Demetri laughed. “No ticket at all, my friend. This one’s on the house. Just consider it a gift for doing good business. Remember, nine o’clock sharp and come alone. Don’t be late.” He hung up.

  Mike tossed the Galaxy S10 on the couch. Teddy can’t seem to control his brother, hell, I might as well get this free money. Fuck ’em.

  Nine o’clock came before he knew it. Mike stood at the edge of the lake smoking a blunt. His thoughts were balanced between memories of Sopia and getting the work and supplying his own crew.

  “Psst. Yo, Mike,” a man’s voice said at a whisper behind him.

  Mike turned around. He didn’t hear the gunshots, but he felt the hot lead penetrate his chest. The gunman walked up on him and emptied the clip, filling his chest and face with the hot lead that came from the .380 caliber handgun with a silencer to muffle the sound. Afterwards, he took out his cell phone and snapped a couple of pictures of Mike’s dead body and sent them via text message to his employer.

  “Money being transferred now,” the employer texted back.

  The contract killer turned his phone off and disappeared in the thickness of the over brush, where his car was hidden. He got in, thinking to himself, Easy money.

  ***

  Li’l Will was at the dinner table with his family. His mother blessed the food before they ate. While they were eating, Machumu’s phone vibrated on the table. She entered her password to unlock the iPhone. She had a couple incoming multimedia messages and one text message.

  She opened the multimedia messages first, and jumped up out of the chair. “What the fuck is this?” she yelled.

  Li’l Will got up from the table and ran over to see what was on the phone. When he looked at the pictures of Mike’s dead body, he froze. He swallowed hard as he picked up the phone and opened the text message that came from the same number. It read, “Blood for blood.”

  Li’l Will shook his head in disbelief. He called the number. The phone rang three times before he picked up.

  “Who the fuck are you, man? Why you fucking with my family?” asked Li’l Will in a tone of voice nobody ever heard him use.

  The man laughed maniacally. Li’l Will knew the undertone of the laugh. “Demetri? Demetri, I promise you, I’m gonna fuck your world up!” he yelled. His family was looking at him with concern.

  “Whatever, Li’l Will. Remember, I made you who you are, an
d I can very well take everything away,” Demetri warned him.

  “You wanna go to war? My nigga, you got it!” he yelled.

  “Your wife knows the game. It’s blood for blood.” Demetri hung up.

  Hands shaking from being in rage, Li’l Will set the phone on the table and walked out of the dining room. He had a loss of appetite. His mind was on murder. Motherfucker wanna go blood for blood. I’m gonna show this pale bitch. He grabbed his twin 9 mm, four extra clips, and the prepackaged duffle bag that he kept on standby for situations like this.

  Without telling anyone, Li’l Will left through the rear door of the house. He jumped in his 911 Porsche and drove off. He grabbed the throwaway phone he kept in the glove compartment and called and made immediate arrangements for a private flight to Italy.

  ***

  Dominica was rolling over in bed, going into a deep sleep, when her phone rang. Without opening her eyes, she felt around on the bedside table until her hand found the phone. “Hello?” she said, sounding as sleepy as she was.

  “Aunty, it’s Machumu. I’ll be on my way to you on the first morning flight.”

  Dominica sat up in bed. She could tell something wasn’t right. It was all in her niece’s voice. “Machumu, gal, what is wrong?”

  Machumu gave her the rundown on what had happened. Dominica became wide awake. She listened, and found herself growing angrier by the second. “Okay, gal, come on. If blood is what he wants, he will get it.” Dominica hung up. She was so angry, she got out of the bed and walked out onto the balcony. She found a calming peace in staring out over the compound.

  “Demetri Citur, I swear to Jah, I’m gonna kill everything breathing with your last name,” she swore under her breath while looking up in the starry sky. She gripped the rail of the balcony tight, thinking about Demetri’s comment. He was playing the game he knew best. But a damn fool if you think you gon' win against me, she thought to herself.