No Justice No Peace

by Brenda Hampton

  When I pulled into a parking spot, I could see Jada standing inside of the door at IHOP waiting for me. She smiled as I headed towards the door and hurried to open it.

  “You’re late,” she said, holding her arms out for a hug.

  “Have you ever known me to be on time?”

  “I guess not.”

  I held her with a tight embrace and kissed her forehead as I let go. The waiter walked us to a booth so we could take a seat. As soon as we did, Jada looked over at me with a big smile on her face.

  “If you don’t mind me saying…you look fine as ever. I mean damn good,” she said. I always did my best to look good for my ex, just so she could see what she had given up on. And if my pressed jeans and button down casual shirt was working for her, so be it.

  “Thanks. You look good too. With the exception of the black eye you’re sporting.”

  “I can’t help the eye. I’m just glad to be getting a divorce from that crazy ass nigga.”

  “You didn’t know he was crazy before you married him?”

  “A little. This ain’t the first time he’s put his hands on me. He did that shit two weeks after I met him. He told me he’d never do it again, and for the most part, he hadn’t.”

  “So, he did it this time because he found out about you and me, huh?”

  “Actually, he didn’t find out, I told him. I got angry with him and told him what went down between us.”

  “Jada, that was so damn stupid. You can’t tell no man no shit like that. You should’ve remembered from our previous relationship that a man will kill over his pussy. Now, you got me all tied up in the bullshit.”

  The waiter came over and interrupted us. After Jada gave her order, I ordered a stack of pancakes and some cheese eggs. The waiter placed our drinks on the table and walked away. I took a sip from the glass of water and placed it on the table.

  I cleared my throat. “Again, I’m not sure what you want from me. I feel for you baby, but you know it’s not in my best interest to intervene.”

  Jada reached her hand across the table, placing it on mine. “How can you just let go of what we shared? We were together for years Kiley, and you always had my back, as I had yours. Even while you were in jail, I still came to see about you. You just can’t give up on me—on us that easily, can you?”

  “This ain’t about giving up. I’m always gon be your friend, but I really don’t see much else going on between us, baby.”

  Jada’s phone rang and when she looked at it, she excused herself from the table. She walked off towards the bathroom and spoke softly to someone on the other end. No doubt, baby-girl still looked good to me. Ass and thighs were thick, breasts were meaty, and her round full face was still pretty enough to bring back good memories of our relationship. Sadly, though, it wasn’t enough to make me want to take her in my arms and embrace her again, especially after all the wrong she’d done.

  Jada ended her call and walked back over to the table. She told me the phone call was from her cousin who informed Jada that her husband was looking for her.

  “Why is he looking for you? I thought the two of you were separated?”

  “We are. I stopped by his place last night and got the rest of my things. He told my cousin I took his expensive watch.”

  “Did you?”

  “I took what was due to me. That nigga didn’t give me one damn dime when I left and he took all of the money out of my bank account. He lucky that his watch is all I took.”

  At first, I didn’t say a word. What she’d said took me back to the time when I kicked her ass out and she took shit from my place as well. It amazed me that after all these years, some things just never change. History had a way of repeating itself, I guess for her and me as well.

  Soon after conversing for a while, the waiter finally brought our food. Since I was hungry, I dived right into it and listened to Jada tell me how badly she wanted our relationship back. I continued to tell her how I thought it wasn’t a good idea for us to see each other again, but she insisted on having her way.

  “I’m not giving up on us, Kiley. There’s got to be something inside of you left for me.”

  I smiled, as the thought of fucking her had crossed my mind. I knew it would lead to something I couldn’t handle, so it was certainly just a thought.

  By the time we finished, it was almost eleven o’clock. I paid for breakfast and walked Jada out to her car.

  “Take care of yourself,” I said. “And the best thing you can do for me, and for yourself, is to stay the hell away from that fool. I’ll be upset with you if you go back to him and something happens to you.”

  She touched the side of my face and softly spoke. “I’m never going back to him, especially since I know how you feel about me now.”

  I removed her hand from my face. “Look, I told you…”

  “Yeah, you told me a lot. But what you said don’t jive with how you’ve been staring at me. I know that look, Kiley. I know you want to taste me like you used to and I can see the desire still burning in your eyes.”

  I snickered. “What you see is a man who hasn’t seen his ex in a while. Of course I’m gon look, and of course, I thought about hitting that. I’m a man.”

  “Then hit it. Make arrangements with me to hit it—soon.”

  “Naw, that’s—

  Before I put down my rejection, a car skidded on the parking lot right next to us. A tall and medium built brotha hopped out of a Lexus SUV with a brown short leather jacket on. He quickly slammed the door, and by Jada’s reaction, I could tell he was her husband.

  “Dwayne, I don’t want no shit…”

  He walked up to Jada, pointing his finger in her face. “Bitch, shut the fuck up! Don’t open your big mouth unless I tell you to!”

  “Nigga, you better get your finger out of my face,” Jada yelled back in her defense. “You know damn well you don’t talk to me like that!”

  Knowing that the shit was going to get deep, I slightly backed up. Before I could take two steps backwards, Dwayne turned to me.

  “You want my bitch, nigga?”

  “Naw, man, I don’t want your bitch. I thought her name was Jada, though. In the meantime, I’m Kiley. You don’t have to refer to me as a nigga, so for future references my name is Kiley.”

  He smirked and looked back at Jada. “You couldn’t wait to call this muthafucka, could you?”

  “Don’t worry about who the fuck I called. You…

  As Jada spoke, he took his hand and slammed it hard across her face. Stunned by the blow, she held her cheek and dropped her head. Before I could do anything, he quickly turned around and lit my ass up with a punch to my jaw, catching me off guard. I must admit, the son of a bitch had some power that caused my face to turn. I staggered a bit too, but when he reached up to punch me again, that’s when I grabbed his fist with my hand. I tried to break it, and after twisting it far back, I heard it crack.

  Jada moved away from the car because she knew what was about to go down. Dwayne screamed out loudly from the pain of his wrist, and feeling as if my job wasn’t complete, I twisted his arm behind his back and slammed his face against the trunk of the car.

  I leaned my body against his and spoke calmly to him. “See, I was gon let you and your woman handle y’alls business, until you put yo gotdamn hands on me. Now, not only am I going to break your damn arm for punching me, but also, I’m gon take your wife somewhere and fuck the shit out of her for you. While you’re in the hospital getting all taken care of, you be sure to remember my name, muthafucka, and remember the pain.”

  I pulled his arm back and I’ll be damn if it didn’t crack. Dwayne screamed out loudly again. Spit ran from his mouth and so did blood from me slamming him into the trunk. I backed up, and he fell to the ground on both knees.

  “You…you dead,” he stuttered, as he couldn’t get the words to come out of his mouth.

  I leaned down to him. “I…I…I’m what? I’m dead? Naw, I ain’t dead, nigga.” I pulled my gloc
k from the back of my pants and aimed it at him. “You are.”

  “No, Kiley!” Jada screamed. She ran up and grabbed my hand. “Baby, no!”

  I heard the police sirens coming and saw all of the people from the inside of IHOP looking out of the window. “Go get in my car,” I yelled at Jada. She ran to my car and I placed the gun down inside my pants. I leaned down and spoke to Dwayne again.

  “Today was your lucky day. If you ever put your hands on her again, it’ll be the last time you breathe.”

  He didn’t respond so I took my fist and slammed it against his face. His head hit the back of the trunk and the blow sent him plunging to the ground. I gave him one swift kick in the ribs and hurried to my car, as the sirens got closer. I sped off the parking lot and hit the nearest highway.

  Jada sat on the passenger’s side in a panic. I was beyond livid and didn’t say shit to her. I knew some good Samaritan had gotten my license plates number and it was just a matter of time that they’d be looking for me. The car was registered in Al’s name, so before I did anything, I called to give him a heads up. After I ended my call with him, Jada turned to look at me.

  “I’m sorry for getting you involved,” she sobbed. She wiped the tears from her eyes. “I didn’t think he…”

  “Well, you thought wrong!” I yelled. “I got enough shit to worry about and now this!”

  “What are you so worried about? Dwayne’s not gonna tell the police shit!”

  “Fuck Dwayne! Fuck you and fuck your damn man, Jada! I wish you’d just leave my black ass alone!”

  “And I wish you’d stop driving this car like a bat out of hell. If you want to get arrested, just keep on driving like you’re driving. I apologize for what happened, but I didn’t tell you to go break his damn arm.”

  I looked at Jada and wanted to punch her in her damn face for being so stupid. Instead, I kept quiet until I pulled over at a gas station to get some gas. As I pumped, I watched Jada as she looked in the mirror at her face. It had bruised up even more and she dabbed some makeup over the bruise to cover it up. When I got back into the car, I slammed the door and looked over at her.

  “Where do you live?” I asked.

  “Why?”

  “So I can take your ass home.”

  “I don’t want to go home. I want to stay with you.”

  “Well, you can’t stay with me.” I drove off.

  “Then, take me somewhere and fuck me like you told my—

  I shook my head. “I can’t believe you, Jada. After what just went down back there, that’s all you can think about is getting a dick inside of you?”

  “Hampton Inn is right down the street. I promise I’ll make it up to you if you stop.”

  I drove down the street and when I saw Hampton Inn I passed it up. Jada placed her hand on the steering wheel and I slammed on the brakes.

  “Would you stop playing?” she said. “Let’s just go inside and chill, alright?”

  “I’m not playing, Jada! My damn pressure is up because of your bullshit!”

  “I said I’m sorry. Now, calm down, back up and let’s go inside.”

  I hesitated, thinking about how I was in no condition to drive. I did need to calm down, so I backed up the car. When I pulled into a parking spot, Jada had a look of satisfaction written all over her face.

  “I’ll get out and pay,” she said. “And please don’t be mad at me.”

  “Whateva. And when we get inside, I don’t want to hear your mouth.”

  We opened the car doors and got out. After the clerk gave us a keycard to our room, we walked to it without saying one word. As soon as we made it inside, Jada put her purse on the dresser and I walked up behind her. I turned her around and grabbed for the button on her tight jeans.

  “Damn!” she said. “Can’t we—

  “Didn’t I tell you not to say anything to me?” I yelled, as I continued to remove her pants. She stepped out of them and pulled her shirt over her head, as I eased her black silk panties down to the floor. She stood naked, and before I took off my clothes, I back her up against the wall and held her breasts in my hand. I placed her healthy left breast in my mouth and squeezed it as if I was a baby looking for some milk.

  Feeling my touch, as I’d lowered my hand to fondle her insides, Jada reached for my belt and removed it from around my waist. She unbuttoned my pants and reached her hands down inside to massage my ass. When my pants dropped to my ankles, I stepped out of them and pressed my body against hers up against the wall. I dug deeper with my fingers and lifted one of her legs to hold it in my arm.

  “Suck me, Kiley,” she moaned, while closing her eyes and rubbing my baldhead. “I want you to fuck me and suck me good, baby.”

  I didn’t say a word. She opened her eyes and stared at me. “You are so fucking fine when you’re angry like this. Hurry up and put your dick inside of me.”

  I lowered Jada’s leg and stepped backwards to remove my jockey shorts. As my long and fat hard dick plopped out, Jada looked at it and smiled. She held a tight grip on it, pulling it to her. She placed it between her legs, and teasing her just a bit, I rubbed it against her soaking wet walls. I felt her moistness, and the feel of her pussy lips curved to my dick, stiffening me even more.

  Able to handle her weight, I picked her up and held her legs in my arms while her back was against the wall. She reached down and directed my pipe inside of her. As it found its way, I kept my rhythm at a mediocre pace, until we got more into it. Soon, I sped up and listened as our bodies smacked hard against each other. Jada held tightly around my neck and squeezed her eyes together, as the feeling was as good to her as it was to me.

  “That’s right, baby,” she screamed, as I pounded her harder. “Fuck your pussy how your want to. This pussy is yours and will forever be yours.”

  I hated that her words excited the hell out of me, and that Anna could never please me in the way that Jada could. Her words excited me so much that damn near every muscle in my body worked hard and caused sweat to drip from both of our bodies. Getting tired, I lowered her legs and got down on my knees. Jada pulled up a chair beside her, and placed her foot in it to keep her balance. I dived right into her creamy slit. I sucked her juices when she came and I backed against the dresser behind me so she could return the favor. She got on her knees and worked me with her hands first. And as she took me deeply into her mouth, I closed my eyes, taking long deep breaths. Working me like a porn star, Jada had my dick sopping with her saliva. She moaned about how good it tasted. I’d damn near lost my balance, as I made my way to the back of her warm throat. Before I came, I wanted to pull out. Jada wouldn’t let me, though. Since she didn’t, I exploded and watched my cum rush from her mouth and down her face.

  “Damn,” I yelled, and unable to hold back my emotions. “You are so good at that shit!”

  Nowhere near finished with her, I helped Jada up from the floor and placed her hands on the dresser. Her ass is what I admired the most, so I stood behind her and smacked my dick against her butt to give myself a rise. As my dick grew, it became more hungry for her. I separated her butt cheeks and maneuvered my way in. The feel of her insides were so moist and warm that I couldn’t even move.

  “Ju…just stay in this position for a minute and don’t move,” I said, taking slow strokes inside of her. Of course, she didn’t listen and started bouncing her ass against me. I squeezed her hips tightly and concentrated on my insertions.

  No doubt, Jada and me were throwing down. She continued to talk her dirty shit, and soon, I joined in with her. I couldn’t help myself, but it had been a long time since I’d gotten my fuck on with anybody like this. I loved being with Anna more than anything, but I wanted to sweat, I wanted to fuck how I wanted to fuck, and more than anything, I needed some pussy that could work me like I wanted it to. Jada’s was doing just that, and for the moment, I desired to be nowhere else but right here with her.

  Time flew by. I had to pick Desmon up from school around three so I hurried to wrap s
hit up with Jada. I’d already come three times within the hours and she was on come number five. Her legs were high on my shoulders, and as I gave it everything I had, her body started to tremble.

  “You have been too damn good to me,” she said, while gritting her teeth. “Don’t you want to fuck like this for the rest of your life!”

  I didn’t answer but it sure as hell didn’t sound like a bad idea. Jada came, and afterwards, I dropped her legs on the bed. I took deep breaths and so did she. We were drained, but the evidence of two satisfied individuals was written on both of our faces.

  I wiped the sweat from my forehead and removed myself from between her legs. I helped her off the bed and wrapped my arms around her.

  “Do you think we have time for a shower?” she asked.

  I looked at my watch. It was two o’clock. “I don’t think so. I gotta go get Desmon from school.”

  “Then, when are you going to take me home?”

  “Now. Put your clothes on so we can go.”

  “I at least need to go wash up. Give me a few minutes, okay?”

  Jada and me quickly washed up, and before I knew it, it was already two-thirty. I rushed her because she seemed to be taking her time. I was about to pull off and leave her, but she quickly jumped into the car.

  “Damn! I can’t move no faster,” she griped.

  I disagreed after what she’d just put on me.

  “Okay, so maybe I can. I know what you’re thinking, Kiley.”

  “You’re not my mind reader, au-ight? I know what I’m thinking too, and you have no idea.”

  “Yes I do. You’re feeling guilty. You hate that you gave in to me, but you need to understand that we have a lifetime bond. One that will never be broken, no matter what.”

  “No, sorry, that’s not what I’m thinking.”

  “Then, what are you thinking?”

  “Do you really want to know?”