by Lucinda John
“I’m just asking. This is an important move for us, so we got to be smart about it,” he said. I could hear a chick giggling in the background, which was pissing me off. Fucking with Bear, I was going to become a serial killer. Killing all the hoes he called himself wanting to fuck with.
“Who the fuck you over there ake-ke-keing with, Kenneth!” I went from 0-100 real quick.
“Tasha, hold that down for me and I’ll be out there in a few days. DON’T FUCK IT UP!” were his last words before he hung up the phone to entertain whatever bitch in Dubai that had his undivided attention.
* * *
I decided to go down to the little room that held Lala and have a little fun of my own. It was something about that bitch I couldn’t get enough of. She was definitely cut from a different cloth than most females, including me. She just had this aura about her that made you want to be up in her headspace 24/7. Oh and that super soaker she held between her legs, good lawd! It was like she had a fountain of Fuji water pouring from between her legs.
“Rise and shine sunshine,” I said, slapping her on the ass. I watched it jiggle like a bowl of Jell-O. My mouth instantly started to water, and my stomach began to rumble. I was ready to let my mouth play ‘Hunger Games’ between her legs.
“James, is no longer here to save you,” I giggled, noticing her eyes shoot towards the door ready for that nigga to come save her. “We can have all the fun we want with no interruptions.” I licked my lips and began to undress.
The tears that were running down her face did not faze me one bit, I was going to get that pussy whether she was down with it or not.
“STOP!” she yelled, kicking me in the jaw with force.
She caught me off guard, and I was kind of dazed for few a seconds. When I finally came to and it registered what she did to me, I bitch slapped the fuck out of her.
“Oh, so you want to do it the hard way?” I taunted her between slaps. “You like it rough right?”
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! When I was finally satisfied, I pulled out some handcuffs and cuffed her to the bed.
“Keep on playing and I’ll snatch that baby out of your womb,” I threatened.
Yanking off her pants and undies, I spread her legs and started attacking her pussy as if it was my prey. She sobbed uncontrollably, as if she wasn’t feeling any type of pleasure and anger me instantly.
“Shut the fuck up!” I yelled, punching her in the mouth.
“Ouch!” she yapped in pain like a wounded puppy.
Strapping the strap-on around my waist, I spit on it, and shoved it in her pussy.
“Oh, no! Stop! Oh God! Nooo!” she cried as I spread her legs wider, making her feet touch the ceiling as I ignored her pleas for me to stop. I continued to brutally murder her cat. The same feeling that came over me while I was doing the same thing to Donna returned. I felt my pussy getting wetter and with each tear she shed, the more my orgasm was building. I took the strap-on off of me and strapped it around her waist. Mounting her, I rode the fake dick until I came three times.
“That shit was fire!” I said, out of breath. She was looking at me with those sad puppy dog eyes crying like I gave a fuck. Something snapped in me as I watched her rub her belly. I unstrapped the strap-on from around her waist, lubricated it with the juices that were still flowing from between my legs, and shoved it up her ass.
“Oh, nooo!! Pleeeeease stop,” she cried as I continued to violently pump the dildo in and out of her ass. I blacked out, and my mind went back to the day I told Stacks I was pregnant.
“Tasha, I don’t have time to play these games with you,” he said getting dressed after I broke the news about the baby to him.
“What the fuck you mean, this your baby too!” I yelled, getting in his face.
“Man get the fuck out of my face with all of that shit. Every time I fuck you, I put on my own condom, I pull out before I nut, and I flush it in the toilet. EVERY FUCKING TIME!! So, you tell me how the fuck is this fucking baby mine?” he snapped, pushing me out of his face.
He was right. The baby wasn’t his. I wanted him to believe it was since Bear was in denial. Stacks and Bear were the only two men I had been with, and Bear wasn’t ready for a baby. In fact, he tried to guilt me into having an abortion by saying the baby was Stacks’.
I ended up getting an abortion, but I had some complications. My uterus ruptured, and I had to get surgery, which left me with the curse of never being able to bear children again. I blamed Stacks, and that’s why I made sure Donna suffered. I was repeating the cycle with Lala. If I couldn’t have children, well, he couldn’t either.
Feeling a liquid substance run down my arm snapped me back to reality.
“You nasty bitch!” I screamed, punching her with the same hand her blood and shit was all over. Getting up, I left her shitty ass handcuffed to the bed and went to go take a shower. Stripping down naked, I allowed the hot water to soothe my body. The thought of having Lala all to myself for a few days made my pussy jump. Unhooking the showerhead, I placed one of my legs on the edge of the tub and allowed the vibrations of the water to make me cum.
Chapter 11
Lisa
I was sitting in my new Lexus coupe waiting for Stacks to return home. I wanted to know how close we were to bringing Lala back home. I was tired of lying on my ass all day healing while my best friend was out there going through God knows what. I wasn’t 100% yet, but I was close.
If it wasn’t for the slight limp I had, no one would have ever known I had almost lost my life behind a crazy bitch. I swear if I ever saw that bitch Tasha again, I would dog walk her ass!
A little old lady knocking on Stacks’ door caught my attention. She was dressed as if she was a nurse or a doctor. I wanted to get out of my car and say something until I saw her pull out a piece of paper from her purse and tape it to the door.
I waited until she was gone to get out of my car to retrieve it. Getting back in my car, I unfolded the paper and began to read it. Tears instantly flooded my eyes. I was mad and happy at the same time. I quickly sent my brother a 911 text along with Stacks’ address and told him to meet me here ASAP!
Two hours later Stacks exited his all black BMW 328i. The windows were so dark that I didn’t even know he had anyone else in the car with him until I saw him walk over to the passenger’s side and open the door for a chick. Stacks was a real gentleman, but my problem was he was being a gentleman to the wrong bitch!
“Where the hell you been? I was sitting here for more than two hours!” I startled them both, jumping out of my car straight snapping.
“What are you doing here, Lisa?” Stacks asked in a calm voice. One thing about him was he was an unpredictable character. It was hard to read his emotions.
“I came here to see what was up with Lala, you know the bitch you was fucking with heavy? The one that’s carrying your child! In case your ass might have caught amnesia or some shit!” At this point, I didn’t give a fuck if he was a boss nigga, hell I was a boss bitch. Like my dawg Lil Scrappy said, “I ain’t never scared!”
“Man, Lisa, get the fuck out my face with that shit before I snap your neck for real.” He was still calm, but that bulging vein in his forehead told me otherwise.
“And if I don’t?” I challenged, begging him to jump stupid. I was a certified thug, licensed to correct a nigga.
“It’s not worth it, Stacks, let’s just go inside,” the little bitch he was with him had the nerve to say.
“Who the fuck gave your ass permission to speak?” I roared getting in her face ready to buck. I had all this built up frustration in me ready to let loose.
“You’re acting really ignorant right now. The neighbors are starting to stare.”
“The neighbors are starting to stare?” I said, mocking her. “Bitch you have no neighbors! You a temporary bitch, as soon as we pick up my sister, it’s asta la vista for your ass. Matter of fact, pack your shit now because the HEAD BITCH IN STACKS’
LIFE, LALA, WILL BE HOME SOON!” I snapped, clapping my hands for emphasis.
“Coming home soon?” Stacks asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Read it and weep,” I said throwing the note at him. Out the corner of my eye, I caught the chick rolling her eyes. I looked her in the face and showed her all thirty-two of these pearly whites.
“When did you get this?” Stacks asked.
“An old looking lady taped it on your door earlier.”
“Fuck!” he yelled, walking away to talk on the phone.
“Your time is up bitch! You need help packing?” I laughed, leaving her, standing there looking dumb.
* * *
“We move in tonight!” Stacks exclaimed to the group of guys that were gathered at The Headquarters. This was my first time being here, and I already felt like one of the guys. We were all sitting around a huge mahogany conference table, listening to Stacks, who sat at the head of the table. To his left was this fine ass nigga by the name of Ralph, which from my understanding was his new right-hand man.
My mind wandered to Bear. A part of me still cared for him, but the hate I had for him for what he was putting my best friend through overshadowed all of that. It was always chicks before dicks, so there was no way in hell I would ever fuck with Bear after what he did.
Hell, if I saw the nigga I would kill him on sight. I was so loyal to Lala that I would do anything for her. She was my backbone, and I put it on my mother’s grave that I was catching a few bodies tonight.
The drive to Port St. Lucie was a long one. We were split up in five different cars. I was in the passenger’s seat while Ralph was in the driver’s seat. I kept looking over at him and stealing glances. He was a sexy hunk of chocolate. Standing 6’0, he was midnight black, he had nice wide shoulders and the way his six-pack was set up underneath his wife beater had me in a trance. His hair was cut in a Lil Boosie fade, and his goatee tee was trimmed down to perfection. Catching me staring at him, he winked his eyes and licked his full sexy lips.
I was happy when we finally reached our destination. Another minute in the car with that man and I would have jumped his bones. The house where Lala was held was in the country. It was surrounded by a lot of trees. There wasn’t another house in sight. Everything was all spaced out, so if Lala had tried to escape she would have been stuck.
“We don’t know how many niggas are in the house. Based on the note, the lady said there was only a male and female when she came, so we have to move with caution. Do not move until I tell you to! This is the life of my wife and baby that’s at risk. I swear on everything I love I will kill you and wipe out your whole family tree if you fuck this up!” Stacks said giving us a ‘don’t fuck up or else’ pep talk.
While his men were scoping out the house, he was barking out more orders like a mad man. I had to give Stacks his props because he handled everything well. Not once did I see him break a sweat.
“Boss, there’s only one person in the house,” one of his goons said.
“Man or woman?” Stacks anxiously asked.
By the silhouette of the body, I would say it’s a woman.” I wanted to jump up for joy and scream, but I held my composure.
“Which way can we best enter the house?” Stacks asked suiting up. He was putting on a bulletproof vest and loading up his guns. While his goon gave him the blueprint of the house and ways to get in it, I watched him put a gun in a holster around his ankle, and two in the hostler around his body. Holding a gun in his hand, he looked at us and said, “Let’s go in.”
We entered the house from the garage door. Slowly walking up the stairs, I could smell a nasty scent of a body decaying. My heart sunk a little, while I prayed it wasn’t Lala’s body rotting.
“In here,” Ralph’s sexy ass voice spoke through the radio. Following his voice and entering the room, a smile slowly crept across my face. Looking over at Stacks, I could finally see some anger seeping out of his pores.
“Wake the fuck up!” he said, using the tip of the gun to shake her awake.
“What the FU….” The words got stuck in her throat once she realized she had a gang of motherfuckers in her room, ready to murk her ass.
“Where’s Lala?” Stacks asked picking her body up out of the bed and flinging her in a chair as if she were a rag doll.
“Tie this bitch up!” he said to no one in particular. “WHERE IS LALA?” he shouted, slapping her across the face. Spitting the blood out of her mouth, she gave him a smile.
“I killed the bitch earlier,” she began to laugh, and it pissed me off.
I put on my chrome plated, pink diamond brass knuckles and punched her in the mouth two times with so much force her front two teeth flew out her mouth. All she did was look at me and smile.
“Shouldn’t you be dead bitch?” she asked.
“No bitch, but you will be.” I went straight beast mode on her, fucking her face up.
“Enough,” Stacks said, pulling me off of her.
“I found her,” another voice boomed through the radio. “We’re bringing her up now.”
“10-4.” Stacks spoke into the radio before turning his attention back to Tasha.
“Where’s Bear?” he asked.
“I’m not telling you shit. You found your bitch now hurry up and kill me because you ain’t getting shit out of me,” Tasha said, glaring into Stacks’ eyes with the same intensity he was staring into hers with.
“You think that nigga would have been loyal to you?” he reasoned, trying to get her to spill the beans on Bear, but she wasn’t having it. I had to give her props because she was being real loyal to that grimey ass nigga.
“I don’t give a fuck! I want to ask you a question.”
“What is it?”
“Between Donna and Lala, who had the best pussy? I sampled them both, and I want to say Lala,” she laughed.
Since she wasn’t saying shit and we had Lala there was no reason for Stacks to entertain the bitch. I decided to use my purple, diamond, chrome plated 9mm gun to finish the bitch off. I shoved the barrel of my gun in her mouth and pulled the trigger. Her brain matter splattered all over the walls and on my brand new Timberland boots.
“I’ll make sure to send your mother her black dress,” I said kicking the remains of her head off her body.
“I just caught a body about a minute ago,” I mimicked Bobby Shmurda doing the ‘Hot Nigga’. Ralph joined in, and we started dancing around her dead body. It felt good to finally body the bitch.
“When y’all done performing, get the guys to torch this place and meet me at the hospital.”
My heart broke seeing her in that condition. Stacks carried her unconscious body to the car and laid her across the backseat. She was naked, and her body was bruised. She smelled like she hadn’t showered in days. Stacks sat in the back seat with her holding her in his arms. I prayed that she and the baby made it through. I didn’t think I could handle life if I lost her.
Ralph pulled up to the front doors of the emergency room and Stacks immediately hopped out of the car with Lala in his arms not waiting for the car to come to a complete stop.
Chapter 12
Stacks
I was going crazy sitting in the waiting room for a nurse or doctor to come tell me my wife was okay. The condition I found her in pissed me off and I swear once I caught up with Bear and Ashley, I was going to make them feel her pain. James was already dead when we got to the house. He was lucky he died by the hands of someone else because I had every intention of making him die a slow and painful death.
“The family of Lala Williams?” the Asian doctor asked walking towards us.
“Yes, I’m her husband.”
“Lala suffered a lot of trauma. She was sexually abused both vaginally and anally.” She paused taking her glasses off. She sighed before saying, “There was a lot of protein found in her urine, so she has to stay here for a few days just so we can monitor her and the baby.”
Hear
ing her say my baby was okay made me so damn happy.
“So, the baby is alive?” Lisa asked with tears in her eyes.
“Yes, the baby is perfectly fine.”
“When can we go back and see her?” I asked.
“After the nurse cleans her up. We gave her some medication to help her sleep and allow her body to rest, but I’ll allow you to see her for a few minutes.”
We waited a few minutes before walking into her room; she was lying there peacefully. I could hear the soft, cute snoring I missed so much. Standing over her, I took in her beauty. Even with the cuts and bruises she had on her face, she was still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Taking off my shoes, I climbed in the bed with her and pulled her close to me.
Rubbing her stomach, I closed my eyes and thanked God for sending her and my unborn child back to me. I whispered in her ear how much I loved her and our baby before I finally fell asleep.
* * *
The next morning, I felt a pair of eyes staring at me. I smiled knowing that the love of my life was up.
“Hey baby,” I said opening my eyes.
She started crying.
“C’mon Ma, you know how I feel about all that crying,” I said as I pulled her closer to me and kissed her tears away.
“Is the baby okay?” she asked just above a whisper.
“Yes, my Lil Soulja good.” I smiled and kissed her. She was a little hesitant at first, but then she finally gave in. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity before Lisa and Ralph interrupted us.
“I could kick your ass right now!” Lisa laughed with her eyes filled with tears.
“I missed you too, Lisa,” Lala said, giving her a hug. I noticed Lala looking Ralph up and down, so I decided to introduce them.
“Bae, this is one of my good longtime friends, Ralph. Ralph, this is my wife Lala,” I said, introducing them.
“Nice to meet you, Lala,” Ralph responded, extending his hand.
“Likewise,” Lala said, taking his hand and shaking it.
