by Lucinda John
“You know you too old to be fucking so sit your menopause having ass down,” I laughed as I ducked a shoe she threw at me.
I pulled out my phone and decided to send Honey a text. The message indicator showed that she read my message, but she didn’t reply. By now, I knew she was mad and that I had a lot of kissing up to do. I decided to browse Kay’s website in search of an I’m sorry gift. I fucked up royally and it was going to take a lot of ass kissing to get me back on Honey’s good side.
*****
“Who could have Skylar?” Chad asked as we sat around Stacks’ conference table.
“You don’t think it could that pussy ass nigga Rob?” I asked.
“It could be, I ain’t beefing with nobody right now. It’s either that or my wife paid somebody to get rid of her,” Chad sighed.
“I know you don’t believe that shit?” I asked.
“You think her sister got something to do with your brother getting shot!” Chad fired back.
“Yeah, I did, but I wasn’t thinking rationally and you ain’t either.” I replied.
“Man, these niggas about to feel me. Raise the reward to five million. I’m willing to pay that chump change in order to get my baby back.” Chad vented.
“Damn nigga, you got five mil to give away like that and you sleeping in my guest house?” Stacks joked.
“I’m beefing with my wife right now,” Chad laughed.
“Y’all niggas gon fuck around and be single,” Stacks lectured. “Trust me, all the shit y’all doing, I been there done that, almost lost my wife. Y’all boys need to tighten the fuck up for real.”
“I’ll put out the word but y’all make sure to go home to y’all women. I want you out my guest house nigga.” Stacks smirked.
“Bruh whateva,” Chad waved him off.
“Back to business. With Ralph and Rob out you niggas got double the work, can you handle it?” Stacks asked.
“You know we gotchu,” I replied.
“Nah, on some real shit, I need y’all on y’all A-game, so if you gotta go home and get your dick sucked do it, I ain’t accepting a motherfucker fucking with my money because they love sick and shit.”
“We got it boss.” Chad nodded his head.
“Good, now I need my dick sucked, so meeting adjourned.”
Chapter 8
DC
“I don’t know why you gotta go see him if you don’t like him.” Chasity pouted her full lips.
“Baby, don’t do that. I need to scope out the place in order to finish off the job.”
“Mmm hmm” She rolled her eyes.
“Bae, don’t be like that. You need some of daddy’s dick to straighten out that attitude you got?” I asked pushing her up against the bedroom door.
Not waiting for a response, I snatched her panties from under her and shoved my dick in her.
“OWWW!” she moaned.
“You like that shit, huh?” I asked yanking her head back.
“Oh damn daddy, right there.”
“Right where?”
“Theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere!” she called out as I pounded her G-spot.
I fucked her long and strong for a good two hours, before I allowed her to bust her last nut. When I was done with her, she was knocked out, with her thumb in her mouth. I was known for having that Nyquil dick; it’ll get you right every time. Before I left the house, I checked with my maid to make sure the twins were good. Even though I killed their mother, I had no intentions in harming them. Killing innocent babies wasn’t my style.
I boarded my flight to Miami with the thoughts of getting rid of my son on my mind. I needed to eliminate Stacks and Ralph in order for my plan to be effective. Cole deserved to be the head nigga in charge and I was willing to make that happen. I knew Cole loved his brother too much to turn on him, but I had to come up with a plan to break their alliance.
When I made it to the hospital, a sexy ass nurse was sitting at the nurse’s station looking sexy as fuck. Yeah I was off the market, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t indulge a little. What Chasity didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Licking my lips, I leaned over the desk and flashed the nurse a panty-dropping smile.
“How may I help you?” she blushed.
“I’m here to see my son and to get your number,” I smoothly said, licking my lips.
“What his name?” she asked chewing on her bottom lip.
I recited the bastard’s name and watched as she searched for him in the system. She handed me a visitor’s badge with the room number and another badge, with her number written on it.
“What time you getting off tonight Jill?” I asked with my eyes glued to her juicy ass lips. The thought of them motherfuckers wrapped around my dick had it harder than a FCAT math question.
“Ten.”
“Can I take you out to a late dinner? I’m in town for a short period of time, but I would love to kick it with you.”
“Ok, just call me,” she giggled.
“I will.”
I winked at her before walking towards the elevator. Just as I was getting on, Stacks and his wife were getting off. Stacks was too wrapped up in his phone to notice me, but his wife looked up and offered a warm smile. She didn’t know who I was, so I just took that as her being friendly. Staring at her fat ass, I made a mental note that if I couldn’t get to him, I’d use her as bait.
When I made it to Ralph’s room, security was beefed up as if it was the fucking White House. I tried to walk pass them, but was yoked back by the collar of my shirt.
“Name please?” the big one-eye motherfucker asked me.
“DC, I’m Ralph’s father.”
“Your name is not on the list, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“That nigga in there came out of my nut sack! How the fuck you gon’ make me live? That’s all me right there.”
“What’s going on out here?” Terri asked looking finer than ever. “DC, what are you doing here?”
“I came to see my fucking son,” I spat while lustfully eyeing her.
“You can let him in,” she sucked her teeth.
“Damn,” I whistled as I watched her ass switch in her dress.
“Watch it,” she warned.
“Ok.” I help my hand up.
“What are you doing here?”
“I heard my son was fighting for his life, so I had to come through. Plus, Cole asked me to,” I half lied.
Cole has been asking me to squash beef with Ralph, but I just kept waving him off.
“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes.
“How have you been Terri?”
“You here for your son not me. He’s over there, thank you.”
“You still feisty. Do you still make the gargling noise I love while you’re sucking dick?” I laughed.
“DC, I will have your ass out if you keep fucking with me, but to answer your question, yes I do. I’ve perfected that shit now. My man lives for this lethal mouth,” she smirked.
Ignoring her, I walked over to the bastard and stared down at him with a smile on my face. My back was turned to at Terri so she couldn’t see the excitement my face displayed. I wanted to so badly rip those plugs out and watch him die, but the chances of my walking out of here alive after doing that, were slim to none.
I bent down so that my mouth was close to his ear.
“I created you now I’m going to destroy you. It’s only a matter of time before I kill you. Rest in peace pussy,” I said, kissing him on the cheek.
Seeing his eyes flutter scared the shit out of me, so I decided to cut my visit short.
“It was nice seeing you Terri. If his condition changes call me.”
“Fuck you,” she said waving her middle finger in the air.
Just as I was leaving, I walked past Jill and made a phone gesture with my hand. She nodded and blew me a kiss on the sly. If I could get Jill to get close enough to Ralph, I could use her to help me get rid of that nigga. I had to put my best dick game on her if I wante
d to have her jeopardizing her job for me.
I decided to go to the Ramada Inn and rent us a suite. I went to the sex store and picked up every edible oil I could find. I have every intention of getting in Jill’s mind, by using my tongue and dick. Now I just had to figure out how I was going to get at Stacks.
Chapter 9
Lala
“Baby what would you like for dinner?” I spoke through the receiver of the phone.
“Lamb chops,” Stacks replied.
“Lamb chops?” I asked again for clarification.
“Yes, I got the taste for some lamb and hot sauce.”
“Are you the pregnant one?” I laughed.
“You got me bae?”
“Yes. What time are you coming home.”
“As soon as I’m done meeting with Cinnamon to view this location, I’m done.”
“A’ight, love you baby.”
“Love you more.”
“Bye.”
“Lala?”
“Yes baby?” I asked cradling the phone between my chin and shoulder so I could switch my purse.
“It’s never bye, it’s always see you later.”
“My bad daddy, see you later,” I cooed before hanging up the phone.
Anna took the kids on vacation so the house was nice and quiet. Rubbing my fingers through my hair, I pulled it into a high ponytail and locked up the house before leaving. I played eenie meenie miney mo, as I decided which car I wanted to drive for the day. Since I didn’t have the kids with me, I decided to push the Beamer.
I was so busy running my mouth with Lisa, as I walked through the aisle of the grocery store, that I didn’t notice the Spanish guy that I bumped into.
“I’m so sorry,” I apologized with a smile.
“It’s ok.”
I continued to lollygag on the phone while I picked up the items for dinner. When I got to the checkout line, I told Lisa I was going to call her back. The sweet old lady rung up my items then read me the price. I pulled out Stacks’ black card and swiped it with ease. The ‘APPROVED’ memo popped up like I knew it would. I grabbed my bags, placed them in my cart then pushed it to the car.
Stacks was calling me, so I decided to wait until I got in the car to call him back. Safety first, I thought as I buckled my seatbelt and headed home. “Love all over me” by Monica sung from my phone again, indicating Stacks was trying to get in contact with me. Just as I was going to answer the phone, I knocked my phone off the chair so I stretched my arms to search for it.
BOOM!
I hit the car in front of me with so much force that my body jerked back. I hurriedly placed my car in park and jumped out to inspect the damages I caused. Stack is going to kill me, I thought as I realized I completely damaged the rear end, of the same guy’s I bumped in the grocery store car. I started to get a bad feeling as he started to laugh.
“Two times in one day,” he chuckled.
“I’m sorry,” I replied, cursing myself for leaving my phone in the car. “Would you like my husband’s contact information? I’m sure he could fix the damages.
“Your husband huh?” he asked eyeing me up and down.
“Yes,” I replied, swallowing a huge lump that had formed in my throat. For some reason, my eyes fell on his license plate so I decided to recite the numbers over and over in my head.
“No need for that Lala,” he smirked.
Before I could run, a car wash van pulled up and I was being snatched and thrown in the back. While in the van, the Spanish speaking men covered my face and took turns beating and raping me.
“Please stop,” I cried as I felt someone penetrate my anus.
All of my pleas fell on deaf ears, as they continued to violently assault me. I played dead hoping they would leave me alone, but that didn’t work. Every part of my body was in so much pain as the assault continued with no end. The men must have finally gotten enough of me, because I heard the back of the van open as I was ejected from it. I tried to protect my belly from my fall, and I ended up falling on my arm, causing it to snap.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I yelled in pain.
I tried to sit myself up but it hurt so badly. Unable to move, I laid there on the side of the road and prayed that someone would come and help me.
“Ma’am, are you ok?” I heard someone say.
“I need a doctor,” I screamed feeling my soul leave my body. The way my stomach twisted and turned in pain, led me to believe that I no longer carried my precious gift from God.
I could hear the lady rambling on her phone, expressing how she needed an ambulance. She called out our location and urged them to hurry.
“Do you know who did this to you?”
“FSM4EVR,” I kept repeating the license plate number.
I woke up to the smell of Chanel Bleu, so I knew Stacks was near. I looked up and he was lying in the hospital bed with his arms wrapped around me, staring off into space. My sudden movements startled him causing him to look down at me.
“I’m sorry for losing the baby,” I cried.
“Shhhhhhhh, it’s not your fault.”
“Do you still love me?” I desperately asked.
“Yes ma, and don’t never question that.”
“Oh Stacks, they raped me, it was horrible.” I shuddered at the thought of the degrading things they did to me in the back of that van.
I watched Stacks’ jaw tightly clench, as he tried his hardest to contain his anger.
“Did you remember anything?” he asked staring out the window.
“FSM4EVR, that’s the license plate number.” I replied.
“Do you remember how any of the guys look?” Stacks probed.
“Spanish, I remembered him because I bumped into him at the grocery store.”
“What happened?” Stacks pressed me to go into detail about my horrible attack.
“I was trying to reach for the phone to answer your call, but I ended up ramming the car. When I got out I got a bad feeling, but it was already too late. A van pulled up and that’s when they…”
“It’s ok, you don’t have to finish.”
“Do you still want me?” I asked, praying I didn’t disgust him.
“You are my wife Lala, I take my vows seriously. We are in this forever. Even after we die, our souls will still be together. Nothing is going to make me stop wanting or loving you. Lala, you are my heart. You feel it?” he asked placing my good hand on his heart. “My heart beats for you. I don’t know, but for some reason I could feel something wasn’t right, that’s why I kept calling you. When I finally follow the GPS to your car and saw it there at the store with the groceries still inside, I knew something was wrong. When you lost my baby, I felt it in my heart. I’m so in tuned with you that I feel what you feel,” he said causing me to cry.
The following day I was cleared to go home. Stacks was there with me every step of the way. He catered to my every need; he even gave me a pedicure because my toes was starting to look rough. I was starting to feel first-hand what Lisa had gone through. Losing my baby was the worst feeling in the world.
“Maybe this is my payback,” I said while Stacks gave me a sponge bath.
“What do you mean?” Stacks asked, lathering the sponge with my Dove Cucumber body wash.
“This is probably my karma for going to the abortion clinic.”
“Don’t go blaming yourself, Lala, none of this is your fault.
“I know but-”
“But nothing Lala. I don’t want to hear you say no shit like that no more, ok?”
“Ok.” I relaxed while he continued to wash me up.
After my bath, he fed me vegetable lasagna for dinner, with a banana pudding for dessert. He then lay in bed with me as we watched Beyond the Lights for the tenth time.
“Stacks, I want you to make love to me.”
“Not right now Lala.”
“Why?” I pouted.
“You’ve been through enough, ma, just chill.”
“Is it because I was
raped?”
“Yes Lala, you need to heal. Please, let’s just watch the movie.”
“Ok,” I whispered, snuggling closer to him.
I didn’t want Stacks to start losing interest in me, although he said it would never happen, but the thought kept tugging in the back of my mind. I wanted to believe that he would always be attracted to me, but I just had six dicks in every hole of my body, so I had my doubts.
When Stacks thought I was sleeping, he eased out of bed to take a phone call. I could hear him recite the license plate number I gave to someone, before offering the person 650,000 dollars for information. Stacks was ready to make bodies drop, and there wasn’t anything I could do to say or stop him.
Chapter 10
Stacks
Motherfuckers done slipped and bumped their heads, fucking with what was mine. I was beyond livid to learn a nigga was bold enough to touch my wife. My fucking child was dead, my wife was banged up and gang raped. This shit was starting to get out of control. I sat back and watched my wife sleep as thoughts of killing everyone ran through my mind. I wasn’t going to be able to get one ounce of shuteye, until I found out who did this to my baby.
I called Lisa to come stay here with Lala, while I went to go meet with the informant I hired. I was so eager to get hear what he had to say that I didn’t bother to wait for Chad or Stacks. This was very personal to me, and I wanted to handle this shit personally. When Lisa pulled up, I gave security strict instructions, not to let anyone else in or out of the house without my permission. Instead of hiring street niggas, I decided to hire trained police officers and a few snipers. My wife was able to get touched once, but I could bet my last dollar that it wasn’t going to happen again.
“Tell me something good Becker,” I said to the FBI agent that I had on my team.
“The license plate belonged to an Edwardo Cruz,” he replied handing me a file that contained all of his information.
Skimming through everything, I placed a check in his hand and left. I was on a mission and I didn’t have time to waste. Driving to one of my sheds that I had located in the back of a large field, I changed into a black Nike sweat suit, with a pair of midnight black Timbs. Slipping the leather gloves in my hand, I toted my suitcase of supplies and placed it in my trunk.
