by J-Blunt
Queenie snatched the phone and answered it. “What?”
The man’s voice was deep and powerful. “Who dis? Where my bitch at?”
“This Queenie. And yo’ bitch just became my bitch. If you putcho hands on her again, I’ma cut cho dick off and make you suck it.”
Monster’s laugh sounded evil, making the hair on Queenie’s neck crawl. “Okay, Queenie. Since you wanna play hero, tell her I’ma start wit’ her li’l sister. I love virgin pussy. Bitch betta get her ass home right now. Ask her if I’m playin’.”
Click.
Queenie removed the phone from her ear slowly, looking at it like it was a piece of space junk.
“What he say?” Skittlez asked worriedly.
“He said somethin’ ‘bout startin’ wit’ yo’ li’l sister, and he love virgin pussy. Fuck is he talkin’–”
“Gimme my phone!” Skittlez shrieked, calling Monster back. “She was just playin’, baby. That was my friend. I’m on my way home right now.”
“Skittlez, what the fuck is that nigga talkin’ ‘bout?” Queenie asked.
Skittlez ignored Queenie, wiping the tears that rolled down her face as she unlocked her car door. “I’m sorry. I left my phone out and she answered it. I’m on my way right now. I’ma be there in twenty minutes.” She hung up the phone.
“Skittlez, wait!” Queenie yelled, holding onto the door and stopping her from closing it.
Skittlez looked up with a kind of terror in her eyes Queenie had never seen. “What? I need you to leave me alone. You did enough. I gotta get home.”
“What is he talkin’ ‘bout doin’ to yo’ sister? What kinda shit is you in wit’ this nigga?”
“He gon’ rape and kill her. That’s what he do. My sister is only thirteen, Queenie. I can’t let him touch her.”
Queenie was shocked. That quickly turned into blazing rage. “I’m not gon’ let him touch you or her. I swear to God, I won’t. I’ma follow you home.”
“No, Queenie. You did enough. Just leave. I’m good.”
***
Monster sat on the couch, light perspiration covering his pock-marked face. The fair-skinned man looked like a hybrid of human and great ape, head the size of a watermelon, small ears, a wide, flat nose, and lips that looked too big for his face. When the front door opened, his green eyes locked on the newcomer. “You late,” he growled.
“I got pulled over for speeding. I got stopped by the police.”
Monster rose from the couch slowly, taking his time walking over to Skittlez. He stood a massive six-foot-three, 320 pounds. Working out in prison gave his shoulders, chest, and arms intimidating definition, and the potbelly told of his love of food. “You seventeen minutes late. You said you was gon’ be here in twenty minutes. It took you thirty-seven.”
Skittlez cringed under the presence and stare of the enormous man. “I-I told you, I got–”
Slap!
The big man’s massive hand was a blur, covering the entire left side of her face and head, sending her crashing into the wall. “Did I say you can speak, bitch? Don’t talk unless I tell you to.”
Skittlez instinctively tucked into the fetal position, covering her head, expecting to be beaten. Footsteps walking away made her lower her guard. Monster was heading toward the back of the house.
“Come in the room,” he ordered.
Skittlez took her time getting up from the floor, checking her face for blood. Her hand was clean of blood, but the sting remained on the left side of her face. When she walked in the room, Monster was sitting on the bed.
“Why you hit me? You know they be trippin’ when I go to work wit’ bruises.”
“Because you talked without permission. Like you doin’ now. Shut up. Get naked.”
Skittlez stood before him and undressed, waiting for him to tell her what to do next.
“Come here. Lift yo’ leg.”
Skittlez stood before him, placing one leg on the bed so her pussy was in his face. Monster leaned forward until his nose was touching her labia, then took a sniff.
“Did you fuck one of them crackers?”
“No. You know I didn’t. Why we gotta go through this every night?”
“Because you a nasty bitch! I heard about you when I was locked up. Don’t act like you wasn’t trickin’. I’m makin’ sure you ain’t givin’ my pussy away no more,” he said before jabbing two fingers deep into her pussy.
“Uh!” Skittlez cringed as sharp pain went from her pussy to her brain.
“Don’t act like you don’t like that,” Monster grinned, roughly shoving his fingers in and out.
Skittlez stood and endured the pain until it turned to pleasure. When his big lips found her pearl, she leaned her head back, reaching out and rubbing his bald head. Monster continued sucking and fingering her until she was on the verge of orgasm. Then his free hand shot up, wrapping around her throat, applying pressure, cutting off her air.
She withstood the pleasure and pain for as long as she could. When her face began turning blue, she grabbed ahold of his wrist, trying to get him to let her neck go. Instead of letting up, he squeezed harder. Skittlez lost consciousness, collapsing to the floor.
Monster let out an evil laugh before picking her up and throwing her on the bed. He positioned her so she was lying on her back, head hanging off the bed.
Her consciousness returned slowly as he undressed. Before she could become fully awake, the big man squatted down, forcing his dick into her mouth and fucking her face.
Skittlez choked, coughed, gagged, and slobbered as she struggled to catch her breath and suck his dick. It took a few minutes, but she eventually got with the program. Then he began choking her again.
“Let her go!”
The strange voice in the house shocked Monster, making him pause. He looked behind him and seen the bald woman standing in the doorway. “Who the fuck is you?” he growled.
“I’m Skittlez’s friend. We talked on the phone,” Queenie said, not intimidated by the size of Monster or mug on his face.
The big man stood, spinning to face her. “How the fuck you get in my house? What you want?”
“The door was unlocked, so I let myself in. Let my friend go and leave her alone. She my bitch now.”
Monster began laughing.
“Queenie, I told you to leave me alone,” Skittlez said, terror in her voice and on her face. “Leave. I got it.”
Queenie stood her ground. “Only way I’m leavin’ is wit’ you.”
“She not comin’ wit’ you,” Monster spoke up. “And this yo’ last chance to get the fuck outta my house.”
“Well, I guess I’ma have to make you let her go.”
Monster laughed again, approaching her slowly, a dangerous look in his eyes. “And how you gon’ do that? I’m a monster, bitch.”
Queenie didn’t shy away or shrink as the massive naked man got closer. She met the sadistic look in his eyes with a look that promised violence. “I ain’t scared of monsters, nigga. Monsters scared of me.”
One of his hands shot out, wrapping around Queenie’s throat. He applied pressure as he lowered his face inches from hers. “Who is you that got monsters scared?”
“A Goddess,” Queenie managed, dropping her purse to the floor. When the bag hit his foot, Monster looked down, feeling the cold steel press into his nuts. Surprise flashed in his eyes, and then fear. The smile that spread across Queenie’s face told him he was fucked.
Pop!
“Ah, shit!” Monster roared, letting her go and grabbing his dick.
The smell of fear, gunpowder, and singed fleshed got Queenie excited. She fired the .40 at Monster two more times, hitting him in the chest, sending the big man falling to the ground, blood pouring from his wounds. Queenie stood over him, watching his face and the look in his eyes. The monster was terrified. Scared of death and the Goddess of murder.
“Queenie, what the fuck!” Skittlez screamed, standing on the bed, eyes wide in panic.
“Lo
ok,” Queenie said calmly, pointing at Monster. “He scared. Come watch him die.”
“We gotta get the fuck outta here or we goin’ to jail!” Skittlez continued hysterically. “Why did you shoot him? You didn’t have to shoot him.”
Queenie cut her eyes at Skittlez. “Listen to how you sound. This nasty-ass, sick-ass nigga was fuckin’ yo’ face while you was knocked out. And he was about to choke yo’ ass out again. He beat yo’ ass all the time, and he threatened to rape yo’ li’l sister. His ass deserve to die. Now, quit actin’ like a weak-ass bitch and come watch him take his last breath. He got off on makin’ you suffer. Ain’t no tellin’ how many bitches he did this shit to. Now he can’t hurt nobody else. Look.”
Skittlez wrapped her arms around her breasts as she stepped off the bed and stood next to Queenie. Monster lay on the floor, struggling to breath, his chest moving up and down rapidly with a pained look on his face, the fear of death in his green eyes. Then the green in his irises seemed to fade, and the pained look on his face vanished.
Queenie exhaled a slow, satisfied breath, turning to Skittlez. “How that make you feel?”
Skittlez looked terrified, like she had seen a ghost. “Like a murderer. We need to get the fuck outta here. I didn’t know you got down like this.”
“I told you I wasn’t gon’ let this nigga keep puttin’ his hands on you. You my bitch now. I’ma do whatever I gotta do to protect mine.”
Skittlez frowned. “I’m yo’ bitch? Girl, you trippin’. Can we just get the fuck outta here? What we gon’ do wit’ the body?”
Queenie stepped over Monster’s body and began stripping. “First, I’ma need you to suck my pussy. Killin’ niggas get me horny as fuck.”
The red head looked flabbergasted. “Bitch, you done lost yo’ damn mind? You just killed Monster. We gotta get the fuck outta here.”
Queenie lay back on the bed, opening her legs wide. “Relax. Trust me. I got this. As soon as you make me cum, we gon’ leave. Don’t worry ‘bout nothin’ in this house. Best way to destroy evidence is wit’ fire.”
***
“I think I’m ready to tell my mother I’m with you.”
Queenie looked up from the steak she was eating, locking eyes with Shanice. They were at their new house in a Dallas suburb, eating dinner at the kitchen table. The food had Queenie in a mouth-watering food heaven until Shanice’s outburst. The confession had ruined her appetite.
“What’s wrong with keepin’ things the way they are? Don’t nobody gotta know what we do. We grown. We live our lives doin’ what makes us happy.”
“But I don’t want us to be a secret no more. I love you. My daughter loves you. I want us to be a family. Don’t you want that, too?”
Queenie sat her fork down, thinking on her response. If she told how she really felt, an argument would ensue. And if she lied, she wouldn’t be the goddess she claimed to be. “Shanice, I got love for you, but I think you movin’ too fast. Let’s enjoy each other’s company and see where that leads.”
The smile on Shanice’s face faded, the whites inside her eyes blazing red, her brows furrowing. “What the fuck is that s’posed to mean? I thought we was together. That’s what you said when I was bein’ yo’ nurse and tending the bullet wounds in yo’ back. Now that you out runnin’ the streets wit’ yo’ stripper bitches, you wanna change up?”
“C’mon, Shanice. It ain’t like that. We are together. I just–”
“You just like all the other niggas I fucked with. Lie to get what you want, and then after you had it, you don’t want it no more. You out all night and leavin’ me in the house with Shawntale. Why you move me here if you was always gon’ be gone? I don’t know nobody in Dallas. I moved here for you.”
“Stop puttin’ words in my mouth. I didn’t say I didn’t wanna be with you. All I said was you movin’ too fast. You talkin’ ‘bout a family and meetin’ yo’ momma and tellin’ her we together. That’s a lot.”
“We live together and we fuckin’. Don’t that make us family?”
Queenie was about to respond, but her phone rang. The caller name brought a pained look to her face.
Shanice crossed her arms over her chest, shooting daggers with her eyes. “I know you ain’t about to answer that.”
“It’s important. Hold on.” After pressing talk, she answered the call. “What?”
“You don’t sound grateful at all for me savin’ yo’ life,” a deep voice said.
“It ain’t you, man. Now just ain’t a good time. I’m goin’ through some shit wit’ my girl.”
“Trouble in paradise?” He laughed. “Well, I’m ‘bout to add to that, ‘cause I got a problem with you, too. We made a deal, and I don’t feel like you comin’ through on yo’ end. Yo’ ass would be dead or in jail if it wasn’t for me gettin’ you out that hospital. It’s been two months, and I still ain’t got what I want. Tell me somethin’, Queenie. Gimme a reason to feel like I shouldn’t start turnin’ up the heat.”
“I can’t find them. They haven’t contacted nobody, and they don’t do social media. I told you it will take time.”
“Unfortunately, time ain’t a luxury for you. You got a uncle that live in Houston, right? Uncle Larry?”
“I swear to God, if you touch my family–”
“I know you wasn’t about to threaten me, was you?” he cut her off. “I don’t like to be threatened. And you knew what you was gettin’ into when I brought yo’ ass back to life. I told you it would be consequences if you didn’t get me what I wanted. You helped that nigga kill my brother. I don’t give a fuck about yo’ uncle or nobody else in yo’ family. I will kill all them muthafuckas and put ‘em all in the same grave. I want Pop Somethin’, and I ain’t playin’ no games. Next time I call, you betta have somethin’ for me or I’ma pay Uncle Larry a visit.”
“Fuck!” Queenie cursed, sliding her phone across the table and lowering her head. She was in a jam. The lives of innocent family members were on the line. She struck a deal with the devil, and he wanted to collect in blood.
“You okay?” Shanice asked.
When Queenie lifted her head, a snarl had spread across her lips. “Do I look like I’m okay? I got real shit goin’ on. People’s lives are on the line, and all you wanna do is argue about bullshit. I don’t got time for this,” she said, grabbing her phone and heading for the front door.
“Wait, baby! I’m sorry,” Shanice apologized, chasing Queenie and grabbing her by the arm.
Moving on instinct, Queenie snatched away, cocking her free arm back and slapping Shanice in the face. “Get the fuck off me, bitch! I don’t got time for yo’ shit.”
As Queenie drove away, a tinge of guilt welled up inside her. She’d overreacted and put her hands on Shanice. She shouldn’t have done it, but the emotional roller coaster was becoming too much. She had to let Shanice know who was in charge. She needed to bow down and respect Queenie’s slot as the alpha woman in the relationship. And if she needed to be slapped every now and then to get the picture, then that’s what it would be. But that problem appeared small compared to the lives of her family being in danger. She couldn’t deal with this alone and needed to find Pop Somethin’.
“Damn, nigga. Where the fuck you at?”
***
“Damn, gurl. Why you look like you not here? Where you at and what’s on yo’ mind?” Skittlez asked as she parked the rented GMC truck in the hotel’s parking lot.
Queenie shook her head from side to side. “It just feel like every time I take a step forward, somethin’ always pushes me back. I’m tryin’ to put us on, but to do it I gotta hurt feelings. Then, once I figure that out, somethin else comes out of nowhere and creates a whole ‘notha problem.”
“I don’t know what you talkin’ ‘bout, and it don’t seem like you wanna go into detail. Is you and Shanice havin’ problems and I came along and made it worse?”
“Nah. I ain’t got no problem with you. You exactly what I need.”
Skittlez smiled. “That
sound like so much game, but I ain’t trippin’. After what you did for me, I would follow yo’ ass to hell to have a threesome wit’ the devil.”
Queenie took the time to look deep into her eyes. “I’m not gon’ lie to you, baby. That’s one thing I won’t do. But I’m not tellin’ you everything. Just know and trust that I’m handling it.”
Skittlez leaned over and pecked Queenie on the lips. “Good. And know that I got you. For real, for real. Whatever you need. Any time. Now, let’s go get this money, bitch.”
The women climbed from the SUV and went to find the hotel room of their next victim. After a few knocks, the door opened and ATM smiled a diamond-toothed smile. He was light-skinned, had a crisp-lined Philly fro, and wore a white wife beater and designer jeans. His eyes were low and red, and the goofy grin told the women he had already started the party.
“Damn! ‘Bout time y’all badasses showed up. C’mon in. Where the other one at? I thought it was three of y’all.”
“She gon’ be a li’l late,” Skittlez said.
“Even if she don’t show, don’t worry. We more than enough,” Queenie flirted, rubbing his face and neck as they entered the room.
After closing and locking the door, ATM walked over to Skittlez and began grabbing ass and titties.
“Wait!” the temptress laughed, pushing him away. “Let us turn up wit’ you first.”
“Yeah, nigga. Chill,” Queenie added. “We got this. We gon’ make sure you get yours. Now, what you drinkin’ and smokin’?”
ATM pointed to the bottle of 1738 Remy on the table. Next to it was a quarter pound of weed and a pack of blunt wraps. “My bad. I’m on some thirsty shit. My bad. But I popped a Viagra and y’all came in this bitch lookin’ good as fuck. I’m ready to get crackin’.”
“That one pill ain’t gon’ be enough for this pussy, nigga.” Queenie teased, bending over and slapping herself on the ass.
ATM grabbed himself through his pants like his dick was hurting. “Damn, gurl! You can’t be doin’ a nigga like this. Hurry up and turn up so I can get my dick wet.”
