by Jahquel J.
“When I’m handling something, shut your mouth and nod.” She looked at me sideways.
“I thought you were drunk. How did he know it was us?”
“That is Kirk Moore, you don’t think he has his ways? I’m not questioning it. He said all he wants is some money to help him start his empire again, the Feds seized all his shit. I gave him ten grand just now and I’ll transfer the other three hundred thousand tomorrow,” she said nonchalantly.
“Three hundred grand? Bitch, are you fucking crazy.” I hopped off the chair and looked at her crazy.
“My life is priceless so if he would have asked for more I would have gave it to him. Let’s drink and toast to getting that settled and out of our minds.” I reluctantly accepted the drink from her hands and took a sip.
*
“Alright, baby. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I yawn, and ended the call with Kyree.
I was already in bed and wished he were next to me. Milan and Minka dropped me off and the first person I called was Kyree. It was something about him that made feel so whole and sexy. It wasn’t because of his pockets either. Milan said it was too soon and two months of dating didn’t qualify for me to be in love just yet. She didn’t hesitate to run down my list of niggas I wasted my time on. I tried to step away but Kyree wasn’t having that. He wanted to meet Ashland already. I told him it was too soon for that. Last time Ashland saw me, I was with Aaron. Bringing another man him right now would confuse him.
I walked out into the hallway and emptied my garbage. It was a figure standing at the end of the hallway. I figured it was neighbor trying to get into their apartment. That was until I got to the middle of the hallway and noticed they were watching me. I dropped my garbage and took off running back to the condo door. I reached the door and tried to slam the door but the person already had their foot wedged into the door. I screamed out for help as they tried to push their way into the apartment. They rammed into the door one good time and I feel back onto the floor. I scooted back to the floor to ceiling window, looking at a ghost. It was Juelz.
He his face had scars but he looked the same, his eyes were more harden. I saw no mercy in his eyes. The gun in his right hand didn’t make me feel any better. It was as if I lost my voice and I couldn’t scream anymore. I was stuck in place while looking at him lock the door back and walk towards me. I scooted back and threw a glass vase at his head but he dodged it.
“Surprised to see me, baby?” he asked in a psychotic tone, it was like he lost all his marbles.
“I….I’m sure the neighbors heard me and are calling the cops!” I yelled. He yanked me toward him and looked me in the face as he spoke.
“You tired to kill me and failed. I’m about to kill you and succeed. Sorry my son will be a orphan, Ashley.” He held the gun up and shot me. I couldn’t tell you where because I flinched. All I felt was a burning sensation as I heard him laughing. I felt like I was floating and my eyes were getting heavy. My vision was blurred. Was I dead?
26
Donovan
Fear began to set in as I watched my wife hand in hand walking out the club with no other than Amadi. She looked so beautifully put together so why was I shocked that someone else came and snagged her. The party she was at, I was supposed to be hosting since I was the producer of the rapper’s album. Somehow God stepped in and made Tavia sick with the flu. I was at the hotel alone taking care of my child. Kareema’s ass was once again lost in the glitz and glam that she couldn’t stay home long enough to care for our child.
I knew Milan was still mad at me for blowing up and leaving when I found out about her single she released. It took time and patience to put out an album and she just wanted rush and do one. I could admit and say I didn’t want my wife out there performing and showing off that body that should only be for me. Part of the reason was I didn’t want her to change; I had been responsible for a lot of people’s successful hits and careers. I knew how fame could turn people into the worst. I didn’t want that to happen to Milan.
“Daddy, can I have some water?” I heard my daughter yell from the bedroom. I got her some water and bought it to her. She sipped the water and lay back down with a cool cloth on her head.
“You want anything else?” I asked, she shook her head no and rolled back over.
I sat back down and rewinded the same show and watching Milan walk hand and hand out the club. I noticed she wasn’t wearing my ring and she looked a little thicker than usual. I dialed her phone and she immediately sent me to voicemail. I made up my mind I would visit her in the morning. Enough was enough I needed to get my wife back. If her ass wanted to sing for the pope, I would make it happen.
*
The next morning I sat outside waiting for her to pull up. She had changed the locks and security code so I wasn’t able to enter the house. I did the next best thing and sat in my car as I waited for her. Thirty minutes later, she pulled up and got out with the same clothes from yesterday. She carried her heels as she surveyed my car. I hopped out the car and approached her. She looked shocked but that wore off and she just looked disappointed.
“Come to get some clothes?” she asked opening the door.
“Nah, I came to see you.” I closed the door behind me and I heard her suck her teeth.
“Don, don’t come over here trying to be a husband when you weren’t for the past couple of weeks. I know you saw me with Amadi and that doesn’t mean I’m fucking him so you don’t have to worry. You can go curl back into whatever hole you climbed out of,” she sassed. No matter how much time past she was still sassy as hell.
“It ain’t even like that, Milan. I left because I couldn’t take that we were yelling and fighting almost everyday about this damn album. Then you went and did it behind my back.”
“Fuck you, Donovan. You asked me to marry you and I did. Then because shit got hard you wanted to up and leave and say fuck this marriage. Now because you saw me with someone else you want to come over and confess your love. This marriage shit is too damn hard and complicated!” she screamed and went upstairs.
I followed her upstairs and watched, as she got undressed. Her ass in that thong had a nigga licking his lips to avoid drooling. She knew what she was doing because she unclasped her bra and let them breast sit nice and bare.
“I know you miss this shit but, hey, you lost out,” she said while smirking.
“You carry my last name, so you are mine. Lay down so I can taste that,” I demanded. She lay on the bed and opened her legs. I kissed her lips and moved down to her nipples. I took each nipple in my mouth and circulated my tongue around the areola as she started to squirm.
While still sucking on her nipple I parted her legs and dug my fingers into her wet pussy. She was so wet that I knew she wanted it just as bad as I did and I was ready to give it to her. I inserted two fingers in her pussy and she rotated her hips letting out soft moans. I put my head between her legs and tasted her sweet taste. I licked her pussy and made slurping sounds that made her push my head deeper. I flicked my tongue over her pear and gently bit it while she pulled my curls. She lifted my head up and looked me in the eyes.
“Put it in, bae,” she begged while pulling me up.
I dropped my pants and boxers and stroked my dick a few times before I rammed it into her pussy. She gasps so loud I thought she lost her voice. Once she found it, she started screaming my name. I held her leg up as she popped that pussy for me and threw it back. She flicked her nipples and sucked on them and that made me go harder.
The harder I went the fast and freakier she got. She stuck her head down and started massaging her pussy while I gave her long strokes. Once I started going harder she matched my speed and threw it back harder. She flipped over and tooted her ass in the air; I grabbed a hand full of ass and slapped it. I rammed my dick into her from the back and watched the ripple effect her ass made as I continued to fuck her.
The faster I went the harder she gave back; the thing with Milan and me, we’re both compet
itive. We wanted to see who would break first so we could have bragging rights. She was straight showing out right now and I was enjoying. She threw it back on me one more time harder than before. Before I knew it, the cum was sliding out of my dick without me knowing. She kept going until she came and we both collapsed on the bed, out of breath.
“Made you tap out, nigga,” she snickered; I slapped her ass and noticed it had some jiggle to it.
“What’s up with this ass? I like it,” I said, still catching my breath.
“I do, too.” I looked over and she was fast asleep. I closed my eyes because there wasn’t no other place I wanted to be but here with her.
*
Juelz
“We are here on the crime scene at a condo in Miami beach, where a woman has been shot and raped. We don’t have any updates but will return when we have some,” I clicked the TV off and kicked my feet up on my coffee table. I rubbed my hands together satisfied at what I had managed to do.
I smiled knowing what I had done. I know I said Ashley had whack pussy, but her dead pussy was good. I chuckled at that thought; I’m a funny nigga… huh? I had no plans on going to jail behind killing these two bitches.
Agent Ramez had been looking high and low for my ass. They took me off the case as their confidential informant. Now I was wanted and they wanted me to serve the time I owed. Life had a funny way of fucking me in the ass. First I almost died and now I was a wanted man, I knew I wasn’t going to jail. The minimum of years I had to serve was twenty, which was why I took on the role of being their snitch in the first place.
Lisa’s ass was dead in her penthouse already. I killed that bitch and emptied her bank account. Once she gave me the information I needed, I drowned her ass in the Jacuzzi while she was giving me head. She went peacefully and quietly. The bitch bought a nice villa on the beach and she put it in my name. The shit was nice as hell. With the pictures she showed me, I couldn’t wait to tie up loose ties and get there. The offshore bank accounts she set up for me was nice, too. I was thinking of maybe opening a business, finding me a nice woman and start over with her.
Minka’s ass was next; I already tested her security system, which was how I met that skinny bitch that went by the name of Sasha. She seemed like a real bitch and someone I could trust. She happened to be on a mission to ruin Minka too. What I didn’t understand was lil mama’s obsession with Minka’s daughter. I knew one thing for sure; she needed to call her big time football player fiancé because his daughter was about to be motherless.
27
Minka
I rushed into the emergency room franticly. I called Milan several times but each time her phone went to voicemail. I was visibly shaken up to see Ashley had been shot and raped in my condo. I called Micah and had my neighbor watching our daughter. She had three other children and often came over and chatted with me. I felt confident enough to leave my daughter with her while I found out what was going on with my best friend.
“Hi, my sister was bought in critical condition yesterday,” I said, she looked at me and for me to elaborate further. “Her name is Ashley Thomas, she was found shot and raped in a condo, and it’s all over the news.
“Oh, her. Fourth floor, room 2-B,” she said handing me a visitor’s pass.
I got off the elevator and immediately noticed two cops standing outside the room. As soon as I approached the room, they stepped in front of the door.
“Ma’am, no one is allowed in this room at this time except family members,” the short officer said.
“That is my sister in that room!” I yelled pushing past him. I looked at Ashley on all those machines and tubes sticking out of her. I never liked hospitals and right now wasn’t any different.
“The detectives on the case would like to speak with you.” He left out the room and two men walked into the room.
“Hi, my name is Detective Nita. How are you and the victim related?”
“I am her sister… well, best friends, but we are like sisters. Can you tell me what happened to her?” I sat down in the chair because I was getting dizzy.
“Ashley was shot in the chest and neck. She was also raped. We would like to know if you know who would have done this?” he asked looking over his glasses at me.
“Why would I know who did this? I don’t involve myself around people who do this kind of stuff. I would like her moved to suite and I will pay for it out of pocket.” I demanded. He looked at me still over his glasses.
“How will you afford that, ma’am? Those rooms are well over thousands of dollars…if you don’t mind me asking.” He smirked while looking over at his partner.
“My fiancé is Micah Jackson, Mr. 46. Money isn’t a problem, just make sure that it gets done.” I said leaving the room.
*
I pulled up on my block to a whole bunch of cop’s cars on my lawn and driveway. I double-parked and hopped out the car. I saw my neighbor and running toward me with tears in her eyes. Micah was right behind her. As she ran to me I ran to her with my heart beating out my chest. Once we finally reached each other she gripped my forearms and broke down.
“I-I…and she then she was gone,” she muttered, I didn’t understand what she was saying.
“What the fuck is you talking about Susan?” I yelled while shaking her.
“This bitch left Miya unattended and someone kidnapped her,” Micah yelled.
“They took Miya. I took my eyes off of her for two minutes to help the children get ice cream and I came back and she was gone. A woman was carrying her away and she hopped in a car before I could chase her down,” she sobbed.
I let go of her and looked her in the face; I knew she wasn’t telling me my baby was abducted. I pulled my fist back and punched her in the face. Once she fell to the floor I hopped on her ass and rained a combination of fists to her body. She shook and cried while screaming but I didn’t hear any of that I continued to punch, kick and stomp this bitch into the ground. I felt Micah grab me and pull me off of her. He walked toward his car while I screamed at the bitch still on the floor in a ball.
“You white snow bunny bitch. I trusted you with my daughter and you let her get taken, you stupid fucking bitch. You be lucky if I don’t come back and fucking kill your ass!” I screamed as I was shoved in the car.
Micah got in the car and looked out the window at the cops helping Susan up. I was so out of breath I was heaving in and out still amped. How could someone take my baby? What the hell she mean she stepped away for two minutes. Miya was a millionaire’s baby. Excuse me for sounding harsh but she worth more than her snot nose kids.
“Baby, you have to calm down and speak to these pigs. They will help us get Miya, baby,” he warned and caressed my thigh.
“Micah, they don’t believe us. You see what happened last time and they laughed in our face.” I got out the car and walked over to Susan. Her face was fucked up and she was red and bleeding everywhere.
“Miss Santos, you are very lucky your neighbor doesn’t want to press charges or else your ass would be down at central booking right now…. We are doing everything we can do to assure a safe return for your daughter. We put out an amber alert out so we will keep you posted. Do you have pictures that we can use?” the older officer asked. I ran in the house and retrieved about six photos of my princess and handed them to him.
After all the cops left, I sat in the car with Micah fuming mad. They didn’t sound confident and that didn’t sit well with me. I didn’t know the first place to start looking for my daughter. My phone rang and I answered on the first ring.
“Hello?” I yelled into the phone.
“You want your baby? Get three million up and I’ll call you with the details on where to leave it.” It was something familiar about the voice. I knew the voice but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“Tell me where my baby is,” Micah looked over at me and snatched the phone. He put it on speaker and I wanted for the caller to speak.
“Minka, you don’t scare
me… you and Ashley are getting what you deserve,” he cackled.
“Juelz, I thought you were dead. I heard the shots,” I whispered while holding my chest. I felt like I was in the twilight zone.
“Think again, you thot. You did a good job on killing Snuff though. You didn’t tell me you knew how to handle a gun like that.”
“What the fuck is he talking about, Minka?” Micah yelled at me.
“Oh, I didn’t know hubbie was on the line. Well, since I got both of you on the line. I need three million by tomorrow night. Don’t worry I got someone who will take very good care of your princess,” he said and ended the call.
Micah massaged his neck and looked me in the face so I could explain. I thought I left that behind me in New York. Now it had followed me and was putting all the people I cared about in danger, especially my daughter.
“Minka, I ain’t about to play games with you, what the fuck was he talking about?” he sternly asked.
“Damn, when we broke up, Ashley got in shit with her baby father who happens to be my ex- boyfriend. She had to kill him to avoid paying a debt he owed her sister’s man. She shot him and I killed her sister’s man because I knew he would blackmail her. We thought they both died in that parking garage. Snuff, the one I killed has a brother who found me in the club the other night. He said he wouldn’t kill me if I gave him some money.” I said never taking a breath. The way he looked at me, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
“Minka, what the fuck do you get yourself involved with? That’s some crazy shit, you was shooting people while carrying my seed?” he shook his head in disbelief. I ignored him and called Kirk.
