by Sa'id Salaam
“Daddy!” Shyne shouted at the sight of her beloved. She snatched away from her mommy and took off towards her father.
“Sell out!” Yolo quipped. She was slightly jealous but understood that daddies are little girls’ first loves. Their relationship can affect every other relationship in their lives. A girl is either going to want a man just like or nothing like her daddy.
“You too, huh?” she asked when Sun ran ahead to greet his dad as well.
“You are my Sun-Shyne, my only Sun-Shyne,” Killa sang as he scooped his children up. They squealed, Christi cheesed, and Yolo fought back the tears.
For the first time in her life, Yolo knew exactly what she wanted. A family. Sure killing bad people was good fun, but more than anything she wanted them to be together. Anyone in her way was in serious danger.
“Sup yo,” Killa greeted with a sly smile. He’d never admit it, but he was happy to see his baby mom as well. He and Christi exchanged a smile and a head nod.
“Sup with you?” Yolo replied hoping her panties didn’t get all squishy wet like they did whenever she was around him. “Damn it!”
“What?” Killa frowned at her muted outburst.
“Nothing,” she said, cracking a fake smile as her panties squished under her cute skirt. She followed him out to where he’d parked on the concourse. Killa strapped the twins in the back with Christi while Yolo took shot gun. Literally since Killa kept a shot gun under the passenger’s seat of the luxury vehicle.
The Killa couple carried on two separate conversations, at the same time, as they rode towards downtown. The first was verbal, as they chatted about and with the kids. The second was a tacit exchange of body language that spoke volumes. Christi peeped it but was too young to understand it.
Killa bit his bottom lip to say ‘I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you’. Yolo smiled in agreement then clenched her jaws tightly. That meant ‘I’m suck yo’ dick so hard you gonna beg me to stop’.
“Ya’ll crazy,” Christi cracked up at the two of them. Soon they pulled up to a swanky downtown hotel. Killa grabbed their bags and handed them to the bell hop before leading the way inside.
“Welcome to Atlanta!” the pretty clerk said with a smile and bat of her fake eyelashes at Killa. She was so smitten by him that she didn’t even notice his family come up behind him.
“Bet if I punch her in her throat she won’t be so flirty,” Yolo told Christi loud enough to be heard by the clerk. She was right too and the truth wiped the smile off her face.
“Your keys, Sir” she said with a submissive bow and handed Killa two sets of key cards.
“Why two rooms?” Yolo asked with a disappointed pout on her face. Killa thought about biting that poked out lip, but let it pass.
“One for y’all, one for us,” he replied and bit his own lip once more. “Get settled, and I’ll fall back through to take you guys out.”
“Settled? I have a set of terrible two twins, ain’t no getting settled!” Yolo protested. Christi co-signed by nodding her head up and down. The twins took off down the hall in different directions to help prove the point.
“So… an hour or so?” Killa surmised.
*****
“Oooh!” Sun, Shyne, Yolo, and Christi all exclaimed as they stepped into the Georgia Aquarium. Killa felt the same way every time he walked into the place.
“I know right!” he agreed and scooped his daughter up in his arms. Sun wanted up too, so he scooped him up as well. Yolo alternated between watching him, the kids, and the fish.
A deadly silence fell over the family as they reached the shark tank. They arrived just as it was feeding time. The handler nodded his head at Killa to say ‘what’s up’. Killa nodded his head and cracked a warm smile.
“You know him?” Yolo asked despite it being obvious.
“Yeah, that’s my man, Wali,” he replied as Wali tossed in a large piece of fish.
“Oooh!” The twins cheered as a feeding frenzy ensued. Shyne pushed out of her father’s arms and fell to the ground. She popped right up and rushed to the tank.
“Same one who worked at the zoo?” Yolo pondered with her mouth twisted in thought “Who fed the lions?”
“That’s the one,” Killa replied with a chuckle. “What are you up too?”
“I have a date with my publisher later,” she said with a mischievous grin that meant someone was going to get murdered. “Wanna make it a double since he has a bodyguard?”
“Bodyguard! Why the fuck would a publisher need a bodyguard?”
“For protection from all the single mamas whose books he stole!” Yolo replied with a snarl. The activity in the tank turned her snarl back into a wicked smile.
The family enjoyed dinner at the aquarium before heading back to the hotel. Christi and the kids were beat from the long day, but the killers had some killing to do.
Chapter 14
“Mm, mmm, mmph!” Robert moaned when Yolo approached him out on the restaurant’s patio. The silky mid-thigh dress clung to her body showing off her fine frame. A soft wind pressed it firmly against her baring witness that she didn’t have on a bra or panties.
The dress was too skimpy for a bra, but Killa was the reason she was going commando and not wearing any panties. By the time they reached the restaurant, they had been soaked from being so close. She’d wrung them out and tossed them into the backseat. Killa had picked them up and sniffed them as she walked away. With his nasty ass!
“Hey,” Yolo sang and giggled so sweetly that it appeared as if she wasn’t there to murder the man. She glanced around and spotted his bodyguard nearby. He looked relaxed from the blow job the dick sucking publisher had given him.
“Looking good!” he cheered, throwing his arms open for a hug while puckering his lips for a kiss.
“Thanks,” she said slapping him ‘5’ instead. Second hand cum is worse than second hand smoke any day as far as she was concerned. Another glance didn’t reveal Killa’s position, but she knew that he was there.
“Should detonate both of y’all right now,” Killa growled as he peered at the publisher and his bodyguard through the rifle scope. It wasn’t part of the plan, but he wanted to hurry up and get Yolo back to the hotel. She had him rock hard and he couldn’t wait to get inside of her. It’s true that crazy girls have the best pussy and Yolo was a fucking Lunatic!
“So, did you send your manuscript?” Robert asked eagerly. If so, he would upload that bitch on the spot from his phone.
“Not yet. I wanted to read over the contract first. Don’t want to get screwed you know? I prefer to get fucked.”
“I wouldn’t screw you, but I would fuck you,” he said licking his lips. The same lips he had just given his bodyguard head with. “You gotta be careful. A lot of these publishers steal books, royalties, and errthang!”
“I heard,” Yolo replied forcing a smile on her face instead of throwing up. She imagined reaching across the table and stabbing him with her fork as she asked, “You wanna get out of here?”
“Hell yeah!” he shouted. Robert liked to fuck his author’s vagina’s before he fucked them out of their money. “Let’s go!”
“As long as we can go by the aquarium because I’m leaving tomorrow and don’t want to miss it. ‘Sides, all that water makes me wet.”
“Check please!” Robert rushed Yolo towards the door with his bodyguard on his heels. He jumped in the front of the used Lexus while Robert and Yolo got in back. “Georgia Aquarium?”
“That’s closed now a…”
“Just go there!” Robert shouted with the same lips he’d just used to suck the man off. At least he’d try to take her and then they could go fuck.
Yolo sat silently, as if she didn’t know that the place would be open for them. As if she didn’t know that Killa was somewhere behind them with murder on his mind.
“Awe man, it’s closed,” Robert pouted and poked out his dick suckers. “Well, we tried. Let’s hit my condo!”
“Pull around back,” Yolo
suggested. The driver started to protest until Robert sucked his teeth urging him on.
Wali was waiting with a side door ajar. He waved them over when they pulled around.
“You can come too,” Yolo urged when the driver didn’t get out.
“Who is that?” he asked cautiously as he got out of the car. He locked the doors, at least it would be safe. It would be the only thing that was, because these two were in grave danger.
“My uncle,” Yolo said over her shoulder as she led the way. Robert locked his eyes on her ass bouncing around under the dress and was literally led away to slaughter.
Wali nodded at Yolo and company as he held the door open for them to enter. Once they were all in he pulled it closed but left it unlocked since he was expecting more company.
“Let’s go see the sharks!” Yolo said leading the way. Both men followed submissively with the hopes of getting some head. Killa had the same thing on his mind as he entered the building.
“That’s a Great White. That one is a White Tip and that’s a Hammer Head,” she said since she had gotten the tour herself earlier in the day. The men were so into the tour that neither heard as Killa crept in. No one heard the silent slug that tore through the bodyguard’s spine.
“What the fuck?” the large man grunted as he went down. Robert screamed like the bitch that he was when he turned and saw the man with the gun.
“Wait!” Yolo shouted when Killa pointed the gun at his tonsils. “Let’s finish him first and maybe ol’ Robert might want to make things right.”
“Make what right? Yeah, I’ll make it right!” he pleaded desperately.
“First things first,” Yolo growled and turned her sights on the bodyguard.
“Soups on!” Killa laughed and joined her. Together they stripped the man down to his tiny whiteys. Sharks don’t like denim.
“This fucka is heavy,” Wali grunted as he and Killa lifted him up and dragged him towards the shark tank. He tried to put up a fight when he saw where they were taking him.
“Help me Rob! Don’t just stand there! Hel…” he screamed until a punch to the throat shut him up.
Robert didn’t help, but instead stood helplessly as his bodyguard got tossed into the water. The Great White frowned like ‘yeah right’ when he saw the person in his tank. He wondered everyday what those people outside the tank might taste like and now was about to find out.
While he debated, the Hammer Head swooped in and took a foot. One of the Reef Sharks swam by and bit off an ass cheek. The blood in the water set off another frenzy as they all took bites from the man. His struggles ended when the Great White bit him in half and swam away.
“You owe me a grand!” Killa said pointing at the puddle of piss the publisher stood in. “Told you he was pussy!”
“You did,” Yolo agreed. “Now let’s see if he wants to make good on his debt.”
“What debt? Who I owe?” he asked. He had no clue since he’d shitted on everybody from authors to graphic designers to editors along with pretty much everybody else that he’d ever done business with.
“Go into your phone and pull up your royalty reports. The real ones!” Yolo shouted in his face. The man was so scared he dropped his phone. She kicked him in his ass when he bent to pick it up sending him sprawling on the floor.
“This is why I brought popcorn!” Wali said excitedly as he watched the show.
“Gimme some,” Killa said holding out both palms to get as much as he could.
“Here they are. The real ones!” Robert said pulling up his distributor sales records. Yolo took one look and kicked him in his ass again.
“You could have paid those girls and still had plenty of money fo’ yo’self! Free money!” Yolo growled when she saw how much he had stolen.
“I, I, I’ll pay them now,” he offered hopefully looking for a way out.
“You think,” she said sarcastically and watched as he sent electronic payments to the authors for their hard work. Afterwards, he gave them all back the publishing rights that he’d stolen.
“Can I go now?” Robert asked as if it was a possible option. Like if a bank robber gave back the bag of money, he wouldn’t have to go to jail.
“Sure, just one more thing first. Swim across the tank and then you can leave,” Yolo offered generously. It was generous considering she was about to shoot him in his head and then have him thrown in the tank.
“I got a grand that says he don’t make it halfway!” Killa said willing to wager the money he’d won when Robert peed his pants.
“You’re on!” he said accepting the bet.
“I got five that says he don’t last ten seconds!” Yolo dared. Both men looked at each other as if she were crazy. They knew that the sharks would investigate and procrastinate before they ate.
“Bet!” They both cheered at the easy money.
“And I can go when I make it across?” Robert asked for confirmation. He swam just as well as he sucked dick so he believed that he could make it across before the sharks realized what they’d missed.
“Yup, swear by Allah,” Yolo said and didn’t even cross her fingers. It wouldn’t have matter if she had anyway because I covenant with God must be kept. Besides, no way was he making it across. She was sure of it.
“Ouch!” Robert yelled louder than the silent shot that sent a slug into his calf. He was yelling from the pain when Yolo kicked him into the water. Now he was in even bigger trouble.
“That’s not fair!” Wali protested as he stood.
“One, two, thr… Two seconds!” Yolo laughed as the first shark took the first bite. They’d smelled the blood from his calf and pounced instantly.
“Guess that’s the end of that chapter,” Killa joked and got booed.
“I’ll take it from here,” Wali offered, clearing the way for them to leave. He saw the look in their eyes and didn’t want to cock block with the clean-up.
Chapter 15
Yolo and Killa returned to the hotel in a seductive silence. The desire to fuck left them both speechless. All that needed to be said would be said as soon as they got into bed.
Yolo couldn’t help but put her ear to the door of the kids’ room as they passed by headed for the one next to it. The three snoring kids inside couldn’t be heard, so she kept on moving. Reaching their room, Killa used the key card to open the door and then stepped aside, like a gentleman, so that she could enter. That was as gentle as he would be for the night. Once the door closed, it would be straight Animal Planet.
They took opposite sides of the large bed to come out of their clothes. For Yolo, that meant lifting the skinny straps off of her shoulders causing the dress to fall to the plush carpet below. She then stepped out of it and climbed onto the bed.
Killa momentarily forgot how to unbutton his shirt when he looked over and saw a naked Yolo. The slight baby pouch that was previously there had been replaced by a rock hard six pack. Her breast hung full and heavy and were topped by big brown nipples. Her neatly shaved vagina glistened with wetness before the first touch.
“Oh yeah,” Killa said when he once again recalled how buttons worked. He quickly peeled off his shirt, showing that he had been working out as well. Had Yolo still had her soaked panties, they could have been washed on his wash board abs. His pants and boxers came off together in one motion, leaving his hard dick pointing straight at him.
Killa then climbed onto the bed and went straight into the 69 position. Since he was on top, he lowered his dick down into Yolo’s throat until he heard her gag. Once she felt the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat, she took over from there while his tongue went to work between her swollen lips.
The 69 position is supposed to provide mutual pleasure, however, in reality one of the parties was always cheated during the act. Yolo noticed that the activity on her enlarged clit had ceased as Killa’s moans increased. But that didn’t stop her from sucking, kissing, and stroking his dick.
“I’m getting ready to cum,” Killa warned polite
ly, giving her the option to pull away or keep her mouth wrapped firmly around his manhood. Yolo chose to stay and gagged once more when he exploded on her tonsils.
“Mm mmm,” Yolo moaned as she swallowed all he had to offer. When his spasms finally subsided, she spit his dick out of her mouth and laid her head on it like a pillow as Killa threw his tongue into overdrive.
Yolo writhed, wiggled, cursed, and came again and again filling his mouth with her sweet nectar. Killa planted soft kisses on her inner thighs while she regained her composure.
“Rodeo time,” Yolo happily announced as she flipped him over and mounted him backwards. She was so wet that he slipped easily inside of her allowing her to sink slowly down until he hit her cervix.
“Mm,” Killa moaned as she rocked to and fro making circles with her hips. He then took her by her small waist and held on as she rode him up and down, in and out, and side to side.
“I’m on the pill,” she reminded him when she noticed his toes curl up.
“Good!” Killa grunted as he exploded all over her cervix. Good thing that she really was on the pill because he came in her twice more after that.
The killer couple lay on their backs and basked in the post climatic bliss of good sex. Killa’s phone beeped and vibrated breaking the silence.
“Probably your other woman,” Yolo spat jealously. She tried to make it sound playful and nonchalant, but failed.
“Nah, that’s the Killa site,” he replied, reaching for his phone.
“You got an app for that?” she asked, really jealous now.
“Had to! You keep taking all the good ones!” he shot back, as he pulled up the latest request and began to read it aloud.
‘Dear Sir or Ma’am…’ he began.
“Ma’am please and thank you,” Yolo giggled and threw her leg over his. He just shook his head and continued.
‘Dear Ma’am… My name is Sam Jenkins and my wife, well ex-wife, really deserves to die. This woman, Maryam, had nothing when I met her. She had less than zero, counting her just below average looks. She had no skills, no education, and was toiling away at a low paying job when I met her. I wanted to help her, give her a better life.
