by Sa'id Salaam
“Let me up!” Killa barked trying to sound tough and failing. His voice cracked revealing just how vulnerable he really felt. Still it felt good to be able to relax. Oddly enough he had felt safe with Yolo as well.
“I’m sure I will,” Sincerity sighed. She came over and flipped his flaccid penis from side to side. “First, some breakfast.”
If Killa wondered what was for breakfast he soon found out when she climbed on the bed and stood over him. She then slowly lowered her neatly trimmed box towards his face. Her vagina lips seemed to swell and pucker up as it got closer. It looked like it wanted a kiss so Killa gave it one. Then another and another followed by a lick.
“Sssss!” Sincerity hissed when she felt his tongue bypass both her outer and inner lips and slip inside of her.
She began rotating her hips along with his tongue movements. It would have been a good time to talk some shit but the poor girl couldn’t even remember how to speak. Not a single word came to mind but he clearly understood the grunts and groans coming from her. Killa knew his woman well enough to know she was on the precipice of release. One final lick and she went over the edge.
“Argh!!!” Sincerity growled as she bust a well overdue nut. She totally lost her cool as she slobbered and shook. Finally she fell over, spent like an empty shell casing.
“Now, let me up!” he demanded once more. The pussy juice on his mouth made him look like a glazed donut.
“In a minute,” she said grabbing his now rock hard erection. She gave it a few strokes that made it throb even more in her hand. Normally, she would have returned the favor of oral, but not today. Today it was fuck Killa, even though she was about to fuck Killa. Still she had to fuck with him.
Sincerity inched towards his dick, kissing and licking his six pack as she went. She opened wide and put her mouth so close that he could feel the heat and moisture of it. Then closed it with a shake of her head along with a, “Nah.”
“Nah! Wh.. wh.. what you mean nah?” Killa whined. Nothing in the world says good morning like an early morning blow job. In a recent survey nine out of ten men said that they would prefer head over coffee. The tenth didn’t answer, he just pulled out his dick. It’s a wonder it hasn’t put coffee out of business.
“Nah, as in you don’t deserve no head!” Sincerity shot back. Killa didn’t protest any further when she straddled his hips. She rubbed his dick in the puddle he’d left behind then squeezed him inside. Halfway down she changed her mind and changed directions.
Killa watched in awe as she slid backwards down on his dick. When she lifted up again, she had left a coat of thick creamy lotion on his shaft. Suddenly she slammed back down and lifted back up again. He knew he was already in the dog house and that a premature ejaculation would only make things worse, so he closed his eyes and tried to focus on something else. The problem with that was that he saw Yolo’s face. He quickly snatched them back open to tough it out. Luckily for him, Sincerity was backed up and didn’t last long.
“I swear I can’t stand you!” were her final words before reaching another room shaking orgasm. Killa let go with her and they both let out screams that cleared the birds from the nearby trees. They both then laid there for a few minutes while their breathing and heart rates returned to normal.
“Mm hm,” Sincerity huffed as she stood. She really wasn’t mad anymore but wasn’t going to make it easy on him. She untied one wrist and walked into the bathroom to shower.
“Love you too,” he told her back and sat up. Once he freed his other hand, he rubbed the marks left on his wrist by the rope. A minute later, he undid the knots on his ankles and joined his woman in the shower.
Killa delivered some killer back shots, which helped his cause, while in the shower. One more nut and Sincerity was Team Killa again to the fullest. They were hand in hand when they joined the family for brunch out on the patio.
“Good morning!” Sincerity sang cheerfully.
“I know, we heard!” Grandma cackled and high fived her granddaughter.
Cameisha had got some dick that morning too but had kept her face in a pillow to keep from telling on herself. Grandma accepted that she was grown with a kid but still pressed the couple to get married. Cameisha had agreed, but only if her dad walked her down the aisle.
“Dig in!” Diedra announced pointing to the wonderful table full of food. The extended family ate, talked and laughed over the meal. It was all fun and games until Sincerity popped the question.
“Now that the Black Mob is dead and Yolo is… whatever, can we go home? Please!” she pleaded.
Cameisha was wanted for a couple murders in a couple different states and knew she could never return. That meant Grandma was staying as well. Sincerity was homesick and missed her eccentric father, Karate Joe.
“To New York?” Killa asked, ready to make a million excuses why they couldn’t live in New York. Numbers one and two being his sons, he didn’t want them growing up in the city.
“Anywhere,” she replied causing him to nod slowly.
“I guess I’ll have to come back and forth,” he conceded in an effort to please everyone. If Killa had a chink in his armor family was it. It could very well get him killed one day.
Chapter 3
Yolo may be a lunatic, but she was also a very good mother. Her maternal instincts took over the second she gave birth. She hated that she had missed out on the opportunity to breast feed due to gallivanting around the country murdering mob members. Now her babies were her top priority.
The children didn’t understand the bedtime stories she recited to them every night but they stilled smiled, giggled and kicked their little legs happily none the less. It was probably best that they didn’t understand since her favorite stories were about their famous father. She had picked Killa’s brain nightly during their time together, getting all hot and bothered by his many adventures that she now relayed to their children.
Despite a few horrible memories from the house, Yolo felt totally at ease. Wyandanch was a happening town with plenty of shit happening, but she was tucked away in a quiet corner. Quiet except for when the school bus let the local kids out.
She often watched with a scowl as a group of mean girls taunted her young neighbor. The cute girl was a bit of a Raggedy Ann in her Goodwill clothing and large unpermed afro. She would duck her head and take the abuse until she got inside her house. Yolo only saw her mom and a man she assumed to be the girl’s father once. She and the girl had never crossed paths until one Saturday, Yolo was taking the kids to the car for a trip to the park.
“Ooh babies!” the neighbor shouted and came running over to Yolo as she struggled to carry both babies in carriers. She almost shot, but Yolo felt no threat. “Are they twins?”
“Um… yeah,” Yolo answered with a discerning frown as she analyzed the young girl. She sniffed the air to see if she had an odor, she didn’t.
“And what’s your name little girl?” the girl asked as Shyne cooed and kicked with excitement.
“They can’t talk,” Yolo answered, wondering if she were a little slow.
“I know!” she giggled while wondering the same thing about her. “I’m Christi.”
“Yolo, and that’s Shyne and Sun. S-U-N,” she spelled out, so as not to get into another inane ‘who’s on first’ about her son’s name. Quite a few times people had asked her son’s name and when she replied Sun they had said, “Yes, your son. What’s his name?”
“Nice to meet you guys. If you ever need a babysitter just let me know. I don’t charge much,” Christi said almost pleadingly.
“How old are you?” Yolo asked, guessing 14 in her head.
“I’ll be 16… in a year… and a half,” she replied using pre-teen mathematics.
“Well Christi, you’re a bit young,” Yolo said breaking the girl’s heart. She poked out her lip and lowered her head sadly in defeat. “Actually, I guess… you could help out. Like be my assistant.
“I could! I could help you around the house an
d with the kids!” Christi cheered at the great idea.
“Let’s say… for a hundred bucks a week?” Yolo asked, hoping that she wasn’t low balling the girl. She had missed the babysitting age growing up. Too busy running around killing people.
“Whoa!” she swooned. A hundred bucks a week meant no more hungry nights. No more washing out her two pairs of panties. No more no eating lunch because she had no money. “When can I start?”
“You can start right now. Go ask your mom if you can go with us to the park.”
“Oh, I can go. She’s not home anyway but she wouldn’t care if she was,” Christi explained.
“Maybe you should call her,” Yolo said, getting curious about the girl’s living conditions. When she did see her mom she was always fly, so why was her daughter looking so tacky?
“On what? We don’t have a phone. My mom does, but I don’t know the number.”
“How ‘bout your dad?” Yolo pried.
“That would take too long to find out who he is and then where he is,” Christi giggled showing her sense of humor and need for braces.
“Come on,” Yolo huffed. She strapped the twins in their car seats as Christi got in the front passenger seat and buckled up.
“So was that guy your mom’s boyfriend?” Yolo asked as they rode to the park. She recalled being creeped out by the creepy dude who had stared her up and down while licking his lips.
“Who Cassious? One of them. I can’t wait until he leaves like the rest!” Christi snarled in a tone that said there was more going on than she was saying. Yolo decided not to press the girl, but if she ever found out that he was touching her, he was going in the tub.
*****
Yolo fell in love with Christi as she watched her play with Sun and Shyne. The twins squealed in delight as they frolicked on the blanket. They were having a great time but she decided to cut it short when she heard the girl’s stomach growling. Either she had swallowed a mountain lion or she was starved. Yolo figured that it was the latter since there weren’t any mountain lions on Long Island.
“I need to stop at the mall for a few things. I guess we can get lunch while we’re there. Are you hungry?”
“A little. I guess you can take it out of my pay,” Christi replied proving that the girl had dignity. Yolo planned to make sure that she kept it.
Yolo regretted only ordering two slices of pizza each at the busy food court. The hungry child smashed the first slice without even taking a breath before starting on the next. She was only two bites into her first slice and Christi was halfway done with her second.
“I shouldn’t have eaten such a big breakfast,” Yolo complained and slid her last slice across the table. Christi mumbled her thanks around a mouthful of food. Once she scarfed it all down, she slurped on her soda.
“Uh oh! Duck!” Christi exclaimed wide eyed as if she’d seen a ghost. Yolo looked around to see what had her so shook and saw the mean girls. They spotted her too and changed directions.
“Get up! Sit up straight!” Yolo growled in a tone that made the scared child pop up straight.
Yolo quickly ascertained that the pretty light skin girl leading the charge was the leader. She wore two feet of weave on her head that cascaded over her heavily made up face. All the latest fashions and trends were present on the four girls. That’s what gave them the right to pick on the less fortunate. Even though in all actuality their vanity and lack of morals made them the less fortunate. Every label on their bodies represented another mile on their vaginas from the neighborhood dope boys and sugar daddies.
“Look, if it ain’t Pissy Crissy!” the leader announced upon arrival. Her cronies cracked up and launched into their favorite chant of “Pissy Crissy, Pissy Crissy.”
“Pissy Crissy?” Yolo leaned in and asked as they chanted.
“They try to say that I smell like pee cause my clothes are old,” she explained twisting her lips up at the ridiculous notion. She was cleaner inside and out than the four of them put together.
“Okay, okay, that’s enough!” Yolo said bringing the chant to a halt. “Her name is Christi, not Pissy or anything else. The next person to call her out of her name deals with me!”
“And who are you ‘posed to be?” the leader chuckled as if it were a joke. “You and your ugly babies!”
“She must want a one with you!” One of the sidekicks suggested in reply to the mask of murder spreading on Yolo’s face.
“I wanna give you a two, I don’t do ones,” Yolo growled, referring to the 22 in her purse. Her eyes darted around at the hundreds of people who were about to witness a murder.
“Better keep yo ass in that chair,” she shot back at Yolo, before turning her attention back to Christi. “See you on the block, Pissy Crissy. I’ma beat that ass fo’ you,” she threatened, turned and walked away.
Steam was practically coming from Yolo’s ears at the insult. Not only had they teased her new friend, one of them had called her babies ugly. They had to pay. They all would be dead by nightfall. Yolo watched the mean girls switch their asses into the bathroom and smiled. She recalled her baby daddy telling her about how he had dealt with some disrespectful little bad asses in his projects, and stood.
“Where are you going? Those girls will jump you!” Christi warned as she watched Yolo stand.
“I hope so. Watch Sun and Shyne,” she said, smiling as she followed the girls into the bathroom.
“Is this bitch crazy?” the leader asked her friends when Yolo walked in and locked the door behind her.
“Gotta be!” her friends assumed correctly. They had no idea just how crazy this chic was. She was a real lunatic.
“Shoot a one with her!” Another said, as if they weren’t going to jump in. Yolo knew they would and actually looked forward to it.
“I told you, I don’t do ones. However, I’ll take a four,” Yolo said just as the girls moved in.
The poor girls tried to jump Yolo, but got jumped instead. She dodged the leader’s wild blow, causing it to strike her friend instead. When Yolo came up, she brought a nasty uppercut along with her knocking mean girl number one out cold. She was the lucky one because the rest of them got beat badly. Yolo punched, kicked, elbowed and kneed them until they had had enough.
“Stop! Please stop! We had enough!” One pleaded and spit out a bottom tooth. The rest of the crew also held up their hands in surrender and huddled closely together.
“Okay, but no more Pissy Crissy,” she warned wagging a finger at them.
“Pissy who? Christi’s our girl!” The leader exclaimed now that she was awake again.
“Okay. Now get cleaned up,” Yolo ordered, but stopped them before they reached the sinks. “Not there. In there.”
“There?” One of the mean girls whined and pointed at the stall Yolo pointed at.
“Yep, and don’t flush it. That is unless you girls want another ‘one’.”
The mean girls rushed into the stall and washed off their lipstick and eyeliner with some stranger’s left behind urine. They winced in disgust from the smell and feel of the cold urine.
“Weaves too,” Yolo directed when they were done removing their makeup. They girls complied, and helped each other out of their weaves. “Now, I believe that you all owe someone an apology.”
“We’re sorry!” they sang, like a girls R&B group.
“No, not me,” Yolo said, as she departed from the bathroom.
“Are you okay?” Christi asked while checking Yolo up and down for injuries. She should have checked her knuckles, feet, knees and elbows.
“Mm hm,” Yolo hummed and checked on her babies.
“What the…,” the girl asked as the lumped of mean girls made their way over. They now looked like a group of little boys who had fallen off their bikes as they limped and hobbled all bruised and lumped up.
“We sorry,” they all said as one which was fitting since they had all got their asses whooped as one.
“Okay?” Christi questioned looking to Yolo
for confirmation. Yolo just shrugged as if she had no clue as to what was going on. The mean girls offered a royal curtsey to Yolo and the twins and then limped away.
“Come on, let’s go do a little shopping,” Yolo suggested. She practically had to force the girl to accept some clothes. It wasn’t until she agreed to deduct it from her pay that she conceded.
Yolo was impressed when she shunned all things tight, short or trendy in favor of classy and comfortable. A bond was formed that day. From that day on anyone who fucked with Christi was getting fucked up. Yolo said that!
Chapter 4
“I still don’t think this is a good idea,” Killa groaned for the hundredth time as they boarded a plane.
“I know. You’ve said it a hundred times already,” Sincerity replied. She then launched into her top one hundred reasons why they should return to the states. The first being her father and the last being the usual, “Besides, you said Yolo was gone and no longer a threat. That there was nothing to worry about.”
“Nothing but me being wanted in almost all fifty states!” he shot back. The back and forth debate ended once they landed in Miami. After a brief layover, the family caught a connecting flight to New York.
Killa grew deadly silent once the plane landed at J.F.K. He was on his killer shit as his mind transformed into a super computer and began processing their surroundings. In a split second, he processed each sight and sound all while answering his curious son’s questions. They had packed lightly for their travels, doing so allowed them to be able to take the subway over to Manhattan. Once there, they caught a gypsy cab over to the Bronx.
The new generation goons were on some new shit ever since Killa had taken off his belt and literally whipped their little asses. Now instead of terrorizing the projects, they protected them. A goon with a submachine gun whistled loudly at the arrival of the taxi. All intruders were announced and screened upon arrival. A second double whistle meant that the intruder was a friend, not foe.
