by Lucinda John
“I didn’t pick up anything to wear.”
“I got you covered.” I pulled the clothes out the bag and laid everything out on the bed.
* * *
When we finally made it to the party it was live and in affect. The DJ was spinning Gasolina by Daddy Yankee and the Columbian chicks were on the dance floor getting it. I grabbed Lala by the hand, so we could show these Spanish mammies how it was done in the U.S.
Winding our hips to the music, we instantly stole the show. The perks of being a stripper was that you had the ability to dance to all types of music, I was able to shake my ass to country music if I had to. I spotted Stacks out the corner of my eyes coming towards us.
“Your man is on his way over here,” I whispered in her ears.
My words were like gasoline added to her fire because she really started to show out.
Stacks came over and wrapped his arms around her waist and they began dancing. He whispered something in her ear and I saw her blush. I was glad my best friend was back to herself, because I couldn’t deal with a depressed bitch. The DJ decided to slow it down, so that was my cue to exit stage left. I made my way to the bar ordered two shots of Patron and sat back and watch my best friend piss Carla off.
“Why you mad tho?” I mouthed once she noticed me watching her. She rolled her eyes and walked away. I laughed at her pathetic ass before taking both my drinks to the head and ordering two more.
“You might want to slow down before you hurt yourself.”
Turning around I was face to face with Ralph. I gulped down my drinks, ordered two more then responded.
“I can hang.”
“Yeah, ok,” he laughed ordering him a bottle of water.
“Why you not drinking?” I asked slightly slurring my words.
“One of us has to have a sober mind, or we’ll both end up in trouble,” he smiled.
“What if I want to get into trouble?” I asked.
“Then you better be ready for the consequences.”
I wasn’t trying to hear what he was trying to say, tonight was my last night in Columbia and I was trying to turn up. On shot number seven, I started feeling myself, so I started slow grinding on him. I felt his dick respond to me, so I straddled his lap and performed for him as if he was a high playing client.
“You are playing with fire,” he whispered in my ear.
“I have Neosporin in case I get burned,” I replied, planting kisses on his neck.
Chapter 18
Ashley
When Bear called me with the news that Stacks rescued Lala, then killed James and Tasha, I was enraged. I had been trying to contact Pablo, but wasn’t getting an answer. My money slowly started to wind down until I was officially broke. I lost my condo and my car due to me not being able to keep up with the payments. After staying with Loye for a while, I finally got approved for section 8 and was living in a rundown two-bedroom apartment in Little Haiti.
I was the type of bitch that talked down on these government assistance hoes, now I was one of them. I swear this was not over yet! I was going to make all of them motherfuckers pay one way or the other. I decided to put my cosmetology license to use and got me a job at BB’s Nails. Getting out of bed, I jumped in the shower to get prepared for work. I lathered every part of my body before rinsing off and getting out of the tub.
Allowing my body to air dry, I went into the kitchen to pack my lunch for work; thanks to food stamps I had the luxury of having steak, shrimp, lobster tails, and bake potatoes. Walking into my bedroom, I applied lotion on my body, when I got to my baby bump I smiled a little.
Although in the beginning of this pregnancy, I wanted nothing to do with this child, but it was funny how attached you get to something swimming, kicking, and rolling around in you. Going in my closet, I looked for something to wear. I didn’t have a wide variety since some of my things didn’t fit anymore.
Deciding to wear a pair of blue jeans, I put on a white kami; tank blazer and I dressed it with my tan sandals. Applying light make-up to my face, I brushed my weave down my back, grabbed my purse and lunch bag, and then headed off to work.
The walk to the bus stop was five blocks long. When I finally made it there, I was out of breath and tired as fuck. This part of Miami is so damn ghetto; I thought as I sat on a dining room chair. A few minutes later, the bus finally showed up, I swiped my bus pass and took a seat in the back. It was a shame that after all Rosa Parks went through, black people still chose to sit in the back of the bus.
When I made it to work, one of my clients Amanda was waiting for me, I did her nails a few times and she always tipped extra saying that portion was for the baby.
“What’s up girl?” I greeted her tying the apron around my body.
“Nothing just chilling, needing a fill-in real badly.”
“You just got your nails done last week,” I said. I wasn’t complaining though if she was willing to spend her money, I was willing to re-do her nails everyday if I had to.
“Girl you know how it goes,” she said pulling her phone out and dialing a number. I guess the person didn’t answer because she hung up and tried calling three more times. On the fourth time, she decided to leave a voicemail.
“Stacks baby, I’ve been calling you, call me back when you get this message to let me know that you’re ok.”
Hearing the name Stacks had my ears perking up, so I decided to fish for more information.
“Your man ain’t answering?” I asked, removing the nail polish from her nails.
“No, that nigga went on vacation with his baby mama. He returned yesterday, so I don’t know why he’s not answering.”
“Wait, your man took his baby mama on vacation?” I questioned
“Yeah.”
“And you’re ok with it?”
“I have no choice but to be, they’re engaged.”
“So you’re basically his side piece?” I asked, trying to hold back from laughing in this dumb bitch’s face.
“Something like that. Lala and I are more like teammates,” she smirked.
“Do she know about you?”
“Somewhat,” she replied
Jackpot!!!!! I thought listening to her ramble on and on about how she met Stacks. I was flabbergasted that she would go into details about everything not even knowing who I was. That was female’s problems nowadays. They were so quick to tell their hair dresser, nail tech, and everybody else their business not knowing them from a can of paint.
When she was done, I sat there with my mouth wide open. I had no idea that Bear was able to get money out of Stacks by setting him up. I didn’t know why I ain’t think of that first. When I was done with her nails, we exchanged numbers so we could link up. She thought she gained a new friend, but all I was really doing was using her to get my revenge.
The rest of the day flew by. I knocked off all of my clients one by one with a huge smile on my face. The taste of revenge was right there on the tip of my tongue and boy was it sweet. After closing up the shop, the owner volunteered to give me a ride home and I gladly accepted it. I texted Loye and shared with him the great news before falling asleep feeling like the happiest woman alive.
Chapter 19
Amanda
‘You know what to do when you hear the beep’ this was call number forty-eight, and all I was getting was the voicemail.
“UGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” I yelled throwing my phone across the room. I started hyperventilating. I was having a panic attack. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a brown paper bag. I started breathing into the bag, trying to regulate my breathing. I grabbed the razor off the counter and sat on the floor. Rolling up my jeans I found a nice spot to start cutting. With every slice I made, I felt myself getting high. Cutting was a habit that I developed in foster care.
Growing up, I never had a mother or father. My mother was a crack head whore that gave birth to me and threw me in the garbage can as if I didn’t mean anything to
her. I was discovered by an old couple that took me to the hospital and decided that they wanted to take me in. As I got older, I became a rebel. I would get bad grades, sleep with men twice my age, and snort coke. I was basically a troubled child calling out for help; however, everyone around me was too deaf to hear.
My adoptive mother had enough of me when she caught me in her bed with my ass up and her husband behind me beating my little twelve year old pussy up. She turned me into the courts, stating that she wasn’t able to care for me anymore. They sent me to live in a foster home, where the real hell began. The girls in foster home always bullied and beat on me because I had the ability to attract guys with my body. I was a cute girl, but my body was what gained all the guys attention.
My foster father and I began having sex, at first it was rape, but when he started buying me things, I was willing to open my legs for him. Around that time, I sunk into a deep depression and started to cut. When I was cutting my skin, I felt good. It was a feeling that no drugs or liquor could give you. When my foster mom realized I was cutting myself, she sent me to the crazy house and I stayed there for a year.
When I got out, I was assigned to a new foster house with new foster children. They were a really religious family. I went to church every Sunday, I attended Catholic school, was in bible study, choir, and all. I was doing ok until I met Nate. He was the first guy that I really fell in love with.
Because I was underage, I had to skip school or sneak out of the house to see him. After messing with Nate for two years, I became pregnant. To me, it was the happiest moment because we always talked about having a family.
The day I told him about the baby was the day he broke it off admitting that he couldn’t deal with me anymore, because I wasn’t worth losing his family. For two years, he would dodge his wife and kids to be with me, but all of a sudden they meant the world to him.
My whole pregnancy I sunk back into that deep depression. Once my foster parents got word of the baby, they isolated me. Since they were believers of God, they did not believe in abortions, but they also didn’t want the world to know that their sixteen-year-old daughter was pregnant out of wedlock.
The whole nine months I was stuck in the house. I was home schooled; I even attended church at home every Sunday. The day I gave birth to my daughter was the day I signed over my rights to my foster parents. I allowed them to raise her as their own. The day I returned home from the hospital was the day I took off in the middle of the night and never looked back.
To survive, I started sleeping with men for money. I no longer had the drug habit anymore, but I still used cutting to cope. One day while I was working the corner, a Rick Ross lookalike by the name of Bear approached me asking for the price of my services. Once we worked out a deal, I got in his car and he led me back to a hotel. I gave him the head that he requested, but he refused to pay me. After allowing his homeboys to run multiple trains on me, he tied me up, and brought me to a warehouse.
The day Stacks came and recused me was the day I fell in love with him. Although I knew he had a pregnant girlfriend somewhere out there, I didn’t care. There were days that I would get on my knees and pray that he would find her dead, so that we could move on with our lives.
When my prayers went unanswered, I was crushed. It was Nate all over again; he was pushing me away to be with his family. I let Nate go without a fight, but this time I vowed that Stacks would either be mines or no one else’s. Cleaning up the blood off the kitchen floor, I went in the bathroom to take a nice, hot shower.
I was on the stove making dinner when I heard the front door open, a smile crept across my face hearing Stacks’ footsteps.
“Why do you keep calling me?” he asked, getting in my face.
“I missed you that’s all.” I tried hugging him, but he pushed me off of him.
“How many times do I have to tell you there is nothing going on between us? Why can’t you leave me alone?” he asked, he was so much taller than me so I had to look up at him as I spoke.
“It’s not that easy.”
“Tell me why! Why isn’t it easy for you to leave a man that is in a happy relationship alone?”
“It’s not easy because I love you!!!” I yelled, turning off the stove and running to my bedroom.
I flopped on my bed and began to cry hysterically. The urge to cut came over me again, but Stacks was here.
“I’m sorry if I led you on, but you knew the deal before I even allowed you to live in my house,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I know, but you can’t control the heart.”
I watched him as he put his head in his hands. His phone started to ring and I could tell by the ringtone that it was Lala. He ignored it; he just sat there with his head in hands, in deep thought. I didn’t want to stress him, but if he thought he was just going to dump me like last night’s trash, he was wrong.
“What do you want from me?” he asked, breaking the silence.
“I want you.”
“I already belong to someone, Amanda.”
“I know, but I don’t care.”
“I’m not that type of guy; you’re worth more than being someone’s side bitch.”
I knew he was right, but I still wanted him. I would rather share him than to not have him at all.
“I don’t care,” I said getting up and sitting in his lap. “I would rather have part of you than none of you. My heart will not be able to handle you not being here at all,” I honestly stated.
I would rather be girlfriend number two than a distant memory.
“I’m sorry, Amanda, I can’t. I love Lala too much to put her through that; she deserves to be treated with respect. You do too, but I’m not the one. It’s not fair to string you along when my heart belongs to one woman.”
He was rubbing my legs, looking me in the eyes, and telling me everything I didn’t want to hear. I was agreeing to be the chick on the side and here he was turning my proposition down. I was done talking, my words weren’t getting to him, so I decided to let my actions speak for me. I kissed him on the neck, licking that special spot that I recently discovered. His mouth was telling me he was done with me, but his dick was saying otherwise.
I sucked on his neck like a vacuum cleaner, determined to leave my mark. He was so into it that he didn’t even realize what I was doing. He finally had enough of me teasing him; he lifted me and laid me flat on the bed. My pussy started doing cartwheels anticipating the feeling of his dick.
He tore my clothes off and flipped me over so that my ass was in the air. Rummaging through my nightstand he retrieved the box of condoms. I heard him open up the package and slide it on his dick. I held my breath waiting for him to enter him. He slapped my ass hard before roughly entering me causing me to cry out in pain.
“You better enjoy this dick because this is your last time getting it!” he yelled beating my pussy up as if he was Muhammad Ali in a boxing match.
“Do you hear me?” he asked as he pounded in and out of me.
“Yesssssssss daddy,” I moaned reaching my third orgasm.
I wasn’t leaving him alone until death does us apart.
Chapter 20
Stacks
I regretted the day I ever brought Amanda to my house. Part of this was my fault; I should have left her alone when I realized that she didn’t have any information on Lala’s disappearance. Now she was becoming a major pain in my ass. I knew fucking her didn’t make the situation any better, but I had to get her to leave me alone some way. If she kept going over her boundaries, then I would be forced to kill her ass, and that was something I really didn’t want to do.
I pulled up to the warehouse where they had Bear’s brother waiting on me. Word on the street was that he’d been selling out on how Bear was able to get one over on me. I was about to do to his ass the same thing I was going to do to Bear as soon as I caught up with him. The sounds of someone being beaten echoed through the room. When I
finally made it to where they were located, I could see Dixon tied to a chair receiving a beating from Ralph.
“What did I miss?” I asked putting on a clear suit to cover up my body; I wasn’t trying to mess up my Armani fit.
“Nothing much boos, just warming him up or you,” Ralph said stepping to the side.
“I have one question for you, if you answer it correctly, I will allow you to live despite the disrespect,” I lied, either way I was going to kill him.
“Do you know where Bear is?” I asked picking up the weapon of my choice.
“Fuck you nigga,” he replied, spitting blood on me.
“Fuck me?”
“Yes fuck you, like I fucked your bitch! The pussy was good, too! I’m thinking about digging her out her grave just to fuck her again,” he laughed.
“Pull his pants down,” I ordered, putting on a pair of gloves.
With one swift motion, I sliced his dick off.
“Ahhhhhh,” he screamed, in agony.
“You want to rape women with this little ass dick of yours, now let me show you how it feels.”
I took his dick and shoved it down his throat, he gagged throwing it up.
“Whats wrong, you can dish it, but you can’t take it?” I taunted him shoving his face in his throw-up. I then took my knife and shoved it up his ass. I felt the bones in his ass crack with every thrust of my knife. When I was satisfied with the damage, I sliced his chest open and pulled out his heart.
“Send this to his mother,” I said. “And call the cleanup crew and have them clean up this mess!” I shouted. Taking off the suit and the gloves, I left the warehouse and made my way home.
