After Everything I've Done For You 2

by Nicety

  “I’m not paying you shit. You got what you wanted but you were supposed to kill two birds with one stone motherfucka. You wanted her and I only paid you to kill him. So we’re even.”

  “Naw, naw, naw. Now you said you needed her out of the way too ‘cause you thought she was gonna cause problems. Now I did that—“

  “And, I paid you for the one body you did catch. You got your $50,000 so now you can beat it.” I headed over towards one of the construction tables lined with all types of sharp, shiny cutting blades on it.

  “Now you listen here, Myking. I did what you asked. The got-damn deal was $100,000 cash. I don’t appreciate you stiffing me on the deal when we agreed on the amount. I told you I would make this shit go away. No one would investigate it or nothing. But you’re testing me son,” Angelo said as he cracked each of his knuckles one by one.

  “Man, who the fuck do you think you are coming up in my establishment calling yourself trying to scare somebody with that shit? All that was included in the price homie. But one body only yields half the dough. Got it?” Running my fingers across a few of the long shiny blades on the table, I tried not to let Angelo’s insistence annoy me. “Go home and enjoy you’re earnings, Angelo. Use it to win your family back.”

  “Don’t worry about my shit, boy. I’m gonna be just fine. But you on the other hand might not be especially if that beautiful new girlfriend of yours found out who you really were and what you really did.” He shook his head while coating his disgusting lips with his tongue. “Mmhmm, that’s a very fine piece of ass there too if I do say so myself.”

  My eyes quickly cut to him side eyeing the shit out him. This motherfucka triggered a nerve. The silence surrounding us was eerie but not enough to stop his incessant chuckling. His big ass Santa Clause belly shook up and down as he laughed like something was funny as shit. Not a smile cracked across my lips. He was lucky that I wasn’t a quick-tempered shoot first type of nigga or else his ass would’ve been dead two questions ago. Fortunately for him, I operated on a more professional level.

  “You bitch ass bastard, let me tell your stupid ass something,” the words exploded from my lips as I bolted up to him with the quickness shoving a fat ass machete up to his turkey neck. “First of all, if you ever disrespect me and call me boy again, I’mma rip you a new asshole with this motherfucking bitch in my hand. Ya heard me?”

  “Y-y-yeah.”

  “Secondly, if you ever go near my motherfucking woman I’mma make sure that the only thing you remember before you die and go to hell is having your guts ripped out of your fat ass belly and stuffed into your mouth. Now you got that boy?”

  “Yeah man. I got it. Chill. Just chill, okay. Now get that damn thing out of my face man. Damn.” Angelo swallowed a big gulp of spit as I dug the tip of the knife into his neck enough to knick him slightly and draw a pinch of blood. “It’s over. It’s all good sonny.”

  Once I removed the machete from his throat, he huffed hard as hell a sigh of relief. He coughed harder and harder struggling to catch his breath from the shock of nearly having his throat slit from ear to ear. It was the reaction that I was looking for. He should’ve known better than to fuck with a nigga like me. I patted him hard as fuck on his back. I don’t give a fuck what I hired him to do, he was never about to come at me like I was an amateur in this shit.

  “I was just bustin’ ya chops a little bit there, that’s all,” he gurgled through his coughs. “Well, I’m gonna get going now. I’ve got my cue to exit.”

  “Sounds like the best thing you’ve said all day,” Tee grinned.

  “Yeah, yeah. So, uh, can I get my gun back please sir?” Angelo, waved for me to toss him his piece back.

  “Come on now, Angelo. I know you know better than that.” I waved the gun in his face before setting it down on the table. “Besides, you’re a cop. I’m sure you know how to get many more.”

  The look in his eye didn’t sit right with me. I had the right mind to blast his brain open from the temple with his own damn gun and have him buried underneath the train tracks some fucking where. Nobody threatens my family. Bianca was all I had and I was gonna make sure no hurt nor harm came to her at any cost. Fuck my life. But hers was priceless.

  Chapter 13

  Dusk That Evening

  Sunset

  The glass flew across the room shattering the moment it hit the wall. Cesar hung up on me for the umpteenth time in a row. He kept picking up and hanging up every time I called him. It’s like he wanted me to know that he was actually seeing my calls and purposely hanging up so that I would get the drift. I got it. But I was just trying to explain to him why I said what I said, why I had to let him go. I thought maybe if I told him he would understand and still want to be friends with me. Unfortunately he was having none of it.

  “Who is it?” I screamed at the top of my lungs as the light knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.

  “J.”

  “Ugh, what the fuck do you want?” I unlocked the door.

  “Well, I see that you got the windows fixed. That was fast. But damn, what did I do to you?” He joked as he breezed in.

  “What didn’t you do? This shit is your fault. All of it is your fault,” I rationalized as I slammed the phone down on the counter. “Yeah, you are the root to all that is evil and I wish like hell I would’ve never met your sorry ass.”

  I pointed to his chest forcing him to take a few steps back as he lost his balance partially. Thoughts were jumbled in my mind. I couldn’t think straight. The long-term effects of pain, depression, and frustration all rushed back to me at once. All I ever wanted was to be happy. The only thing I ever wanted in life was my happily ever after. But could I get that? No, because I was too fucked up over stupid ass niggas that were toxic for me. The one good thing I had finally gotten in my life was Cesar and now he’s gone forever.

  Emotionally, men drained me. It was my own fault because I allowed them to. The sad part was that I knew it myself. Shaking my head before burying it in the palms of my hands, I felt lower than shit. I couldn't be mad at anyone but myself for always allowing men to string me along with bullshit lies. Even if Cesar was an okay guy, he probably was no different at all either. He was probably just like any ol’ regular nigga saying exactly what he needed to get what he wanted. My pussy. That’s probably the reason why he wasn’t willing to hear me out and listen to what I had to say.

  “Look, I ain’t come over here for this shit. I just came over here to kick it and smoke a blunt with you while I figure out my next move on trying to get my life back in order. But I see you ain’t on that so just call me when the kids come back from their trip.” Jeremiah smacked his lips headed for the door.

  “Ugh, there your selfish ass go again, only thinking about yourself.”

  “Man, don’t blame your hang ups on me. Just cause you mad ol’ boy won’t fuck with you no more, ‘cause I know that’s what this is about.” Jeremiah blew out some steam before turning back towards me. “Aye, my bad. I ain’t mean that shit. I was just feeling some type of way because of that crazy ass shit you just said.”

  “Fuck what I said. You deserved every bit of it. With all the shit you’ve done to me, you brought that shit on yourself.” Tears nearly forced themselves to the tip of my eyes but I refuse to show him the weakness he was looking for to weasel his way back into my life.

  “What the fuck? You are not about to keep attacking me just because you’re mad and shit. Now, I’m being nice because I still owe you for that cat shit incident that you pulled. But I know women do dumb shit like that when niggas cheat on them. So I’ve let that shit go. But don’t think for one second that I won’t slap your ass back down to that floor and make you suck this dick like you been doing. Don’t get this shit twisted.”

  “Go fuck yourself, Jeremiah. If you put that piece of shit in my mouth I bet you I bite that motherfucka off,” I hissed. “Now fucking try me.”

  “You know what, I’m gonna leave your miserable ass here
to whine and cry by yourself. ‘Cause while you’re doing all that ‘cause some whack ass nigga don’t wanna fuck with your bum ass, just remember that you’ll never be nothing more than somebody’s jump off, somebody’s side bitch anyway. That’s why that nigga don’t wanna fuck with your dumb ass no more,” Jeremiah laughed so hard he could’ve split his stitches as he put his hand on the doorknob.

  “Oh no? So I take it that you’ve just got the game all figured out, huh?” Once I folded my arms in front of me I knew that it was over. “Shit, you created this storm baby. So don’t try to run now ‘cause here comes the rain.”

  “Bye, Felicia. Oops, I mean Sunset,” he continued his insane laughter as he unlocked the front door.

  “Live it up Jeremiah but while you’re walking your Night of the Living Dead ass out that door, just think about this. Those precious babies that you love so much but don’t do much of shit for anymore, those kids aren’t yours,” I shouted over his dissolving hilarity.

  Jeremiah locked the door back before turning his head towards me much like that bitch in the movie The Exorcist. Apart of me was scared as shit. Not only because of the anger increasing the wrinkles on his face but also for the fact that Myking was going to kill me for telling Jeremiah before he wanted me to.

  I just couldn’t take it anymore. Jeremiah was an asshole and I was tired of pretending that I gave a damn about his ass anymore. In the beginning he was my forever. He was the only one I could see spending the rest of my life with. Nowadays he was just the thorn in my ass, a means to an end. That end would come sooner than later.

  “What did you just say to me?”

  “Nigga you heard me. My babies are not your babies. Did you hear that you sorry sapsucker? Yeah, that’s right. Those babies you’ve been paying for and making dinner plans with when you weren’t with your main bitch, don’t belong to you. But you’ve been playing daddy for so long that it’s pretty much all the same to you, right?” I couldn’t wait to bust out laughing. It filled the room so loudly, echoing and bouncing of the walls with ease.

  “Bitch is you crazy?” Fueled by his anger, he rushed for me but I moved out the way in the knick of time forcing him to collapse onto the dining room table. Thank goodness he was injured. It gave me more of an upper hand over him than he initially thought. “The fuck you mean them ain’t my kids?”

  “They aren’t yours, just what I said. Now who’s the ass end of the joke?”

  “Whose kids are they Sunset?” He closed his eyes and pressed his lips together flat as hell. “Please don’t tell me they belong to who I think they belong to.”

  “Who? Myking?” My incessant laughter increased.

  “Bitch!” He reached for me once more with his long lanky arms but missed horribly. “Is they Myking’s kids, Sunset?”

  “Ha ha, wouldn’t that piss your skinny dick ass off if they were?” I searched the room for my gym shoes, sliding them on just in case I needed to fight this nigga up off of me. I knew it was coming. “You know I’ve been meaning to tell you that your pencil dick was never really hitting on shit. I mean yeah it was long but it was so thin I had to wiggle my pussy around just to remember it was there.”

  “Whatever bitch. You know this dick was everything to your ass.” He countered through my laughter.

  “Yeah, if everything means having to call up a more capable nigga to get my nut off cause your bum ass wasn’t able to do it then yeah. It sure was everything.” It felt great to be able to laugh in his face for change.

  “You ain’t nothing but a ho. I knew you was a ho when I first got with you. That’s why I treated your stank pussy ass like the ho that you is.” Jeremiah covered his nose with one hand and waved down at my pussy with the other.

  “You sure didn’t think this pussy stank when you had your nose and tongue knee deep in it though, now did you?” I rolled my body like a snake remembering the times I used to ride his face like a carnival ride.

  “UGH! Fuck all this bitch. Just tell me who those kids belong to. Whose are they, Sunset?”

  “Well let me start with a little backstory first before I tell you. Gon’ and have a seat ‘cause it’s gets deeper.” Waving my hand towards him offering him a seat, I noticed the shock of it all weighed so heavy on him that he was having difficulty breathing. “Let me start at the very beginning. That night we met in the club wasn’t just a coincidence sweetie. Myking saw me at the bar with my girls and pulled me to the side and asked me how I would like to be rich. He paid me $2000 to buy you a drink at the club that faithful night years ago. Us fucking in the back seat of your car that night, well, I guess that was just what Myking knew would happen. I didn’t plan on falling in love with you but when I did you had my heart and refused to let it go.”

  “I knew it. I knew that son of a bitch was trying to sabotage me. All these fucking years and he would do this shit to me? What the fuck? This entire shit has been a lie for years. Everything, a damn lie,” he howled as he banged his head on the table. “But you—“

  “So anyway, when you first told me about your precious Bianca, I was heartbroken.”

  “You’ll never measure up to the woman she is—” Jeremiah interrupted.

  “Duly noted. But see then, I didn’t think you would ever leave her and when my nose bled for the first time on my yellow bed sheets from your fist that day, my suspicions were confirmed. I was just as you described me before, nothing but another side chick to you. You never cared about me, you never loved me. Still I loved you more than life itself,” I sighed thinking about all the heartache and pain I had been through with him those past few years. “The day after I threw those bloody sheets out, I went to see Myking—“

  “Those are his fucking kids?”

  “He took me to his house and we smoked, drank, and talked. We talked a lot. We talked so much that to this day I can’t remember everything we talked about. But what I do remember was how long, thick, and straight his motherfucking dick was.” Sucking my bottom lip at the thought, I watched as Jeremiah cringed grasping his stomach. “He worked that thang so greatly that in that moment, I forgot all about you. He wiped my tears away and made love to me like I was the woman he had searched for his entire life. And…then Tee came in.”

  “Tee? You fucked him too?” Jeremiah shook his head rubbing his eyes with both hands to relieve stress.

  “Tee came in and without asking just jumped right into the action. I didn’t object because I felt like I needed it. I needed to feel what it was like for men to actually want me and not be thinking about someone else while they were fucking me. They were both so very gentle as they banged my sweet little pussy, running the perfect train on your girl.”

  “Argh. Like I said, a fucking ho.”

  “Anyway,” my lips smacked together as I rolled my eyes around hard as ever. “It was all good ‘cause Tee came in licking, sucking, and fucking all on this clit baby. I must’ve cum like 40 different times that night. I sucked one dick while the other freely busted his cream all up inside of me. I was being fucked so good I didn’t even care what was in my mouth. Only one came in me that night. But I tell you it was the best fucking dick I had in a long damn time and I ended up thanking them for it. Even you couldn’t measure up to that shit there. They treated me like a woman rather than a whore and I was so grateful to them for that. So much so that I continued fucking one of them, which resulted in the birth of Moon as well.”

  “Is Myking the father of those kids, Sunset? Just answer the damn question already.”

  “Yeah they fucked me good that night but since the suspense is killing you, then I’ll just go ahead and tell you. It’s Tee. Tee is the father of Cutter Jr. and Moon. Yeah that’s right you cripple motherfucka. You’ve been taking care of another man’s kids happily.” The smile that spread across my face was priceless. “And he doesn’t even know it either. So be blessed to have found out before he did.”

  “You stupid bitch,” Jeremiah lunged at me from out of the seat like nothing was wrong with h
im at all.

  He climbed on top of me scratching and pulling at my face and neck. The man was trying to get both hands around my neck so he could choke the shit out of me yet again. I was used to being choked as he had done so many times before. I guess one could say that I was damn near immune to the shit. The only difference was that this time, I was no longer so head over heels in love with him that I wasn’t willing to fight his ass back.

  I was used to his beatings, his abuse. Who wouldn’t be after so many years of the hurt and torture he put me through? But I was no longer his punching bag. I was not the weak minded, love struck side chick for him anymore. I kneed him in his dick then kicked him in the stomach around about where his sutures would be. That was the jugular. Jeremiah’s stitches hadn’t completely healed at all so I knew that pain would be immeasurable. Once he was curled over on the floor, I slid out from under him rising back to my feet.

  “Yeah motherfucka. What you thought, that you were the only one that could do your thing on the side and get away with it? Huh? Naw bitch. I’ve been fucking him ever since they ran a train on me and I’m proud of it. Suck on that,” I roared pointing down to his ass like the dog that he was. “Now get the fuck up and get out of my house before I call Tee’s ass and lie and tell him you tried to rape me. You already know that he’s trigga happy so you can pull it if you want to.”

  Chapter 14

  Two Hours Later

  Bianca

  His lips touched mine like silk to a light mist. I missed him all day, unable to think of anything else but seeing his face again. He had been out all day getting his hustle on at his many businesses. I wasn’t knocking him. I loved a man who stayed on his grind and made sure that the family would always be financially secure. But damn if I didn’t miss having him next to me all day.