by Heiress
I saw one of the dudes trying to free his hands, so I popped him in the head and his head nearly flew off his shoulder. Snoop caught the other dude in the shoulder just to be fair. These niggas thought they were being slick. “Next time I’m aiming for ya’ dome. Now start talkin’ nigga!” Snoop spat, cocking back his pistol and holding it up to the dude’s head.
“Okay! Okay! Mi wi tell yuh everything. “He surrendered with wide eyes.
“Then speak!” I barked causing my voice to echo off the walls. “And not that rah rah shit either. English.”
“Mi nuh know another language,” he responded. I could make that out but once he starts saying long ass sentences, he was gone lose me.
“Shit!” I cursed, trying to figure out who to call. Sean and my uncle were handling business so they were out of range. The only person I thought of was Cali. Checking my phone, it read eleven o’clock. I knew her ass was sleep. Too bad she was about to have her sweet dreams interrupted. I called her phone and waited for her to answer.
“Hello?” she answered in a cute raspy voice. It was like my dick had a set of ears because he woke up when he heard her sweet voice. It was crazy how she had this effect on me. Just hearing her voice made me hard.
“Ayo! Wake up. Don’t ask no question. Just listen and interpret. Aight?”
“Okay,” she replied innocently.
Holding the phone up close to the dude’s mouth, I pressed the gun to his temples. “Sing nigga,” I ordered.
Taking a deep breath, he shook his head because he knew he was about to become a snitch. “Mi did tell to cum yah an kidnap di gyal. Di man pay mi an mi partna fifteen thousand dollars to bring har back to Jamaica. Him tell wi to nuh harm har. Just bring har to him. Dat a all wi did tell to duh,” he confessed.
“Lil’ Momma what he say?” I asked Cali.
“He said that he was paid fifteen thousand dollars to kidnap a girl. The man told him not to harm her. Just to bring her back to Jamaica to him,” she translated.
“What the nigga want wit’ my wife?”
“Mi overheard him sey him did a guh marry har. Sop’m bout getting har land to start fi him bizniz. Di plan did fi get har an den did a guh tek care of yuh an yuh fambly. Him say dat yuh owe him an dat dis a pay back,” he continued.
“Cali?”
“He said that he overheard the man saying he was going to marry her. He was going to take her land and start his business. The plan was to kidnap the girl and then take care of you and your family. He said that you owe him and that this is payback. “She translated again. “Compton he’s talking about me isn’t he?”
“So, time for the real truth. Who is he?”
The dude remained quiet. He didn’t even blink. I gave Snoop the head nod and he start letting off rounds in his legs and arms. He knew not to hit any major arteries. When I heard him gasping for air, that’s when the shooting ceased.
“TELL ME WHO IT IS MUTHA’ FUCKA”!” I roared, growing impatient. His silence only pissed me off so I shot him in my growing.
“STOP!” I heard Cali scream through the phone. “Compton just stop it! He’s not going to tell you anything. Jamaicans will only say so much. He will tell you everything except who hired him. So just stop it! Please,” she cried into the phone. Hearing her sobbing on the other end of the phone made a nigga’s heart tingle. I never wanted to hear, see or make Cali cry. That shit pained me.
“Stay up. I want some pussy tonight,” I ended the call. Seeing that the dude was no use to me, I raised my gun and shot him in the head twice. “Clean this shit up! I want ears to the fuckin’ streets. Find out who hired these Bob Marley lookin’ niggas. I need to know how he found out about my whereabouts as well as my wifes. She gone have round the clock security. Wherever she goes, y’all go. Got it?”
They all agreed in unison. “Good. ‘cause I’m gone only say this shit once.” With that being said, I left out the warehouse. Snoop was right behind me.
“You think it’s, Black?” he asked.
“Doubt that shit. He ain’t got no connects in Jamaica. Well not that I know of,” I answered getting into my whip. Snoop leaned into my car with his arms resting on the door.
“What’s that?” He was looking at the envelope that Monique had given me earlier.
“Some bullshit, Mo’ gave me. Claiming it’s some shit about, Cali I don’t know. I think she going crazy from dick withdrawals or sumthin’.” Just saying Cali’s name made me want to rush home and fuck her brains out. I had just killed, so I was horny as fuck. I couldn’t wait to get back to the crib and make up. With everything that was going on, I was gone just give in and confess to Cali about how I feel. Maybe this shit between us could work.
“Shiiiiid. She ain’t got nothin’ on sis. But I do want to see what her crazy ass got in here.” he snatched the enveloped from the passenger seat and opened it. His face went blank as he looked at what seemed to be some photos. “Damn, Cali,” he mumbled.
“Fuck you mean damn, Cali? You lookin’ at nudes of my bitch?” I quizzed, snatching the pictures out his hand.
“Aye, C whatever you do, just be calm. Shit may not be what it seems.” His worried tone made me want to see what was in that envelope that he thought was going to have me lose my cool.
“It probably ain’t even that bad-,” I paused, glancing down at the pictures. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I froze in my seat as every part of my body got hot. I could feel the steam rising out of my head. My eyes had to be playing tricks on me. I couldn’t possibly be looking at photos of my wife and my ex best friend in the club practically fucking up against a wall. What pissed me off was that she was just with this nigga today. It was pictures of them all up on each other at her car. This shit could not be happening to me again.
Balling up the photos, I made a fist and continually smashed it into my dashboard. “C, just calm down! That nigga was probably on some shady shit. You know how manipulative, Black is. Cali wouldn’t do no shit like this,” he tried to reason with me. I wasn’t trying to hear that shit.
“I thought the same shit about, Mo’,” I responded through clinched teeth. I started my ride and put it in reverse.
“COMPTON! DON’T DO NUTHIN’ CRAZY MAN. JUST TALK TO HER!” Snoop hollered out at me, but I was halfway out of view. I did almost one hundred on my way to the house. When I got there, I didn’t even turn my damn car off. I hopped out and barged into my house in search for Cali. When I bust through the bedroom door, she was coming out of the bathroom with nothing but her silk robe on. I was already aroused from the events that happened today. Mix that with rage and you had a mad man on the loose.
“I have to tell you something,” she started, holding something behind her back.
“Oh, now you want to tell me sumthin’? Nah I’m good. I don’t want to hear shit you got to say. All I want to hear is that pussy talkin’ to me,” I spoke with my jaws throbbing. Snatching her up by her robe, I flung her little ass on the bed. Her eyes bucked at me when she noticed I wasn’t playing games.
“Compton what is wrong with-,” she was saying, but I interrupted her.
“Shut the fuck up! I said you done talkin’. I want some pussy.” Unzipping my pants, I positioned myself in between her legs and forcefully invaded her without her permission. The impact was so strong that it literally knocked the wind out of her. Her mouth was ajar but she said nothing. Wrapping my arm around her neck, I choked her while I stroked her pussy as deep and rough as I could. Every time I wanted to stop, I thought about the pictures and it made me go in even harder.
“Coomptoon! Oh. God. Slooow down baby,” she cried out, trying to stop my pumps by placing her hand on my stomach. I swatted it out of the way and dropped my body on top of hers. I took one of her legs and pinned it in the crook of my arm so that I could be even deeper. Her pussy was talking to me as it swelled up around my dick and made squishy noises. Regardless of how I felt about Cali in this very moment, she had the best pussy in the world hands down. That is somet
hing I couldn’t take from her.
“I thought you was a loyal bitch! All that shit you was talkin’ don’t mean shit now. You proved to be just like the rest of them,” I spat at her as I pounded her sweet tight walls without remorse. She was begging for me to stop and yet her pussy was wetter than ever. She might have been in pain, but it was a mixture of pleasure. “Fucck!” If anyone were to walk in they would think I was raping her considering how loud she was and how wild I was being. I mean she was scratching. I was biting and our moans and groans echoed throughout the entire house.
“Ahhhhh!” she moaned still trying to push me away. Pulling out of her, I flipped her over on her knees.
“Arch that fuckin’ back and toot that ass up,” I ordered her and she did as she was told. With her nice round ass in the air, I plunged inside of her. I smacked her ass repeatedly as I took all of my pain and frustration out on her pussy. She might as well write RIP on her pussy because I was murdering it.
“You fucked that nigga, Cali? Huh? Did you give him my pussy?” I smacked her ass with every question as hard as I could. So hard that she had handprints on both her cheeks.
“Ahhhh! Compton what are you talking about?”
“You know damn well what the fuck I’m talkin’ about. Don’t try and play dumb now. Did you fuck him?” I asked her again. I had a death grip on her hair as I yanked it back. If I pulled any harder, I’m sure I would have snapped her neck. I wasn’t trying to physically harm Cali, but a nigga was so fucking hurt. This was Monique and I all over again.
“No! Mi nuh had sex wid anyone but yuh. Mi promise!” She answered, gripping the sheets for dear life. Everything in me wanted to believe her. I wanted to trust her words but I was cloudy by rage and deceit. She tried to run, but I yanked her back to me.
“Don’t run. Take this dick bitch!” I barked, hammering her insides. For almost forty minutes, I fucked her to the end of the world and back. Sweat beads ran down my face as I endured a nut so powerful that I think I went deaf for all of ten seconds. When I recovered from dumping my kids in her guts, I climbed off the bed and pulled up my pants. When I glanced up at Cali, she had the covers held tight by her chest and tears streamed her eyes. I could see how hurt she was, but I couldn’t show her I gave a fuck.
“Wh…why? Why did you just do that? What had gotten into you, Compton?” she quizzed through her sobs. “You basically just raped me!”
“Loyalty is everything to me. You proved to me that you’re not so different after all. Fuck you and fuck this union. When I get back you and ya’ shit betta’ be gone,” I spat, grabbing my car keys from the dresser and storming out of the door. I didn’t even look back as I walked to my car. And they wonder why I’m this way.
CHAPTER 15
CALI: ISSA BABY
Compton was going to get a rude awakening when he woke up the next morning to find me not there. Last night was humiliating and I had never cried so hard in my life. I was so sore that when I called Missy to come get me, she had to have Sean help me out the house. Compton basically raped me last night and he didn’t have no regrets about it I’m sure. Now don’t get me wrong, I sort of enjoyed it, but at the same time there was still discomfort due to him being so angry with me. Especially when I woke up this morning. I could care less about my wellbeing, but I needed to make sure someone else was okay.
“Alright well, I have some good news for you, Mrs. Banks,” the doctor started, taking off his gloves as he emerged from below me. “The baby is going to be just fine. You’re still very early, so I’m surprised your fall didn’t hurt the baby. You are very lucky,” she added. So, I guess those pregnancy tests were faulty because I started having morning sickness yesterday. I ask Sean to take me to the hospital since Missy was busy and I was confirmed pregnant. I guess Compton’s soldiers did march.
A breath of relief came over me as I rubbed my flat tummy. I was so afraid that something had happened that I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking. “So, how far along is she?” Missy asked, standing right by my side. I would have loved to have Compton here but that was wishful thinking.
“She is about ten weeks. We can’t tell the sex of the baby until another month or so if the baby is positioned right. What are you hoping to have?’ she asked.
“Well I want a little girl-,”
“A healthy baby would do just fine,” I interrupted Missy, laughing at her. Ever since this morning she had been super excited about the baby. She was ready to start buying stuff already.
“Well it’s common for the partner to want one thing and the-,”
“Partner?” we both quizzed simultaneously. “Like hell we are. I’m strictly dick doc. Cali would be lucky to have all of this.” Missy caressed her body in admiration.
“Gyal bye. Yuh di one dat wud be lucky to ave all of dis,” I responded in Patois. She just gave me a dry expression because she hated when I talked like an island girl as she put it.
“Well I’ll leave you ladies here to argue on who wants what . I will set your appointment for next month. Make sure you are careful. You are still very early on so anything could happen but we will hope for the best.” She flashed me a smile before leaving. I quickly, got dressed ready to leave. I was relieved that my baby was okay, but I hated hospitals and clinics. Once I was done and ready, I got my next appointment card from the receptionist and we left. I had a lot of things to do today. One of those things would be telling The Banks that I’m pregnant.
“So what are you going to do about Compton?” Missy asked the million-dollar question.
“I’m not going to do anything about Compton. He never wanted this and neither did I. I should have tried harder not to fall for his selfish rude ass. As far as I know, he is just my sperm donor,” I spat back. I was young and I had my whole life ahead of me to fall in love. The last thing my young ass was going to do was beg a man to be with me. I wasn’t going to be ignored just because he thought I had sex with some random man. I didn’t even know what he was talking about. He was the only man I had sex with and he knew that.
“You can’t just act like you not hurt by what he did. I’m hurt and he ain’t even do shit to me,” Missy mentioned. “I know Compton fucked up for what he did, but he has a right to be upset with you.”
If I would had turned my head harder to glare at her I would have snapped my neck. I couldn’t believe she just said that. “That asshole nearly ripped my pussy apart and you’re saying he had a right to do what he did? I didn’t deserve that shit.”
Missy sat there quiet for a minute. I guess she was trying to figure out a response. She better had thought of something quick because I was seconds from telling her to pull the car over. If she thought anything that he did that day was right then she could kick rocks.
“Okay, so remember that night we all went out before the wedding?” she quizzed and I glared at her in response. “The events may be a blur but I remember my bachelorette party Missy. What does that have to do with anything?”
“Well- you got too drunk and you ended up making out with some dude,” she paused, exhaling loudly. She was hesitating and I didn’t know why but I wish she would just spit it out already. “Okay, I’m just gone tell you. The nigga you almost fucked was, Black,” she blurted.
“Who the hell is, Black?” I asked, clueless.
“Girl, Black is, Compton’s ex best friend. They used to be closer than, Snoop until he fucked, Mo’,” she revealed to me. My mouth fell open in surprise and I covered it with my hand. She had to be joking with me.
“Nah, you playing with me girl. I just saw that dude and he told me his name was, Damien.”
A chuckle escaped her mouth and she shook her head at my reply. “Yea, Damien and Black are the same person. That’s just his real name.” I was still in disbelief. There was no way I allowed myself to get that drunk that I crossed the line with Compton’s enemy. The man that was responsible for ruining his love life and causing him to have trust issues.
“Apparently, Mo’s sneaky
ass snapped some pictures of you out with Black. He was a little too close and Compton took it as you are fucking him. You can’t blame him Cali because the nigga is still scorned. He saw his wife messing around with his ex-best friend, who happened to have fucked his ex-fiancé. He let his anger and pain and get the best of him and he went off to another place. That doesn’t excuse what he did, but maybe it could make it easier for you to forgive him.”
I listened to every word Missy said and I considered forgiving him. But that wasn’t the real question. “I been forgave him Missy. The question is, how the hell am I gone convince this man that I didn’t cheat on him. I don’t know how the pictures look, but I’m sure they look like I’m guilty. He not gone forgive me and at this point, I don’t think I want his forgiveness,” I admitted.
This situationship I was in with Compton was starting to stress me out. My hair was already ready to fall out. I was just going to put my begging and pleading with this man on hold. I wanted to remain excited about the baby before he snatches that happiness away when we finally talk.
CHAPTER 16
COMPTON: SO YOUR HAVING MY BABY?
After what happened the other night, I didn’t bother to go home. I came to Snoop’s crib to chill out. Laying down replaying the events, I know that I fucked up. The emotion behind the events were all too familiar. It was the same feeling I felt when I found out about Black and Monique. I saw nothing but red and reverted to that old Compton. The one who ain’t ask questions before shots were fired.
In the midst of me thinking, I felt a hand slap me clean across my face. I shot up so fast that a nigga got dizzy. “What the fuck-,” I was saying until my eyes landed on my ma. “Ma what the fuck is wrong with you?” I shouted, rubbing my stinging face. If she wasn’t my momma I would have slapped the shit out of her. I’m still debating that option.
Glancing to my right, I saw Snoop just standing there looking stupid. “Why you let her ass in here?”
“Nigga you see me rubbing the back of my head? She slapped the shit out my ass too. I ain’t ‘bout to get abused because of you. It’s too early for this shit man-,” he shot back, walking away to his bedroom. My attention now went back to my momma who cut my words short before I could even get them out.
