Money Is King: The Complete Series

by Nicety

  “I’ll get off when I’m good and done with you, you fucking slut and when I’m done you won’t know it cause you won’t be breathing.” He responded.

  “Get off!”

  But like I already knew, he refused to listen. He maneuvered his legs in between mine pressing them up by his waist. I tried with all of my might to push them back down moving my hips from side to side, attempting to wiggle my way out of his grasp. I could feel his beef grow stiff, as he positioned his body, mimicking my movements in order to impale me with his poor excuse for manhood. I whimpered and squealed wiggling my way further and further upward.

  “Be still bitch. This will all be over real soon just stop fighting you fucking tease.” he whispered leaning down swallowing one of my nipples whole in his mouth. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”

  “Go to hell.” I murmured.

  “Girl, I promise I won’t bust that cherry wide open. I’m just gon’ pop it a bit. But once I cum you ain’t gon’ feel shit no more, ever. So don’t worry, I’m gon’ take good care of this pussy.” Yolo laughed leaning into my ear.

  His body felt as heavy as a boulder. He seemed to drop all of his weight on me, rubbing his belly with mine. Blood flew from my mouth as he launched a strong blow to my face to get me to comply with his advances. It was a big distraction from what was happening in between my legs, the moment he succeeded at entering me. I could feel my split spread open and his piece pounding all the way to the bottom of my belly from the inside. I could feel his junk pulse every time he backed out of me and returned.

  My eyes shot open staring up at the ceiling each time he went in. Lord knows I wanted to cry, scream, shout, and die right there. I tried to let my mind escape the reality it was living and go to a happy place but there was nowhere it could go, nothing it could think of. I felt like my freaking legs would fall off and my pussy would explode from his extra large Johnson pummeling my tiny fragile opening. He was busting it open like a small bag of chips he was thirsty for. Nothing could prepare me for the pain that he was riddling my body with. A sharp lightening of pain shot from my inner upper right thigh and on up to my lower abdomen that could only be described as a nervous cramp.

  “Ahh! Get off!” I screamed unable to take the shit anymore.

  “You cumming yet?” Yolo laughed leaning down to my ear. “You know what? I’ve got a little secret to tell you.”

  Yolo began kissing my cheeks moving his way down to my neck delivering contaminated pecks that made me want to vomit each time I felt his lips. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned up arching his back a bit to let out a faint moan. He was enjoying me and I was despising him. The fire in Hell had to feel better burning my flesh alive than the pain that I was feeling with him on me.

  “Drake is your brother, right?” Yolo whispered heavily breathing between pumps. “Well I sent your lover boy to murder him in Miami. Yeah. Cesar. I wouldn’t be surprised if he delivered that bullet himself.”

  “You’re a fucking liar.” I cringed still fighting back tears. “He wouldn’t.”

  “He wouldn’t what?” Yolo leaned in licking my ear.

  That explained why Cesar was acting all weird at the house earlier. The shit weighed heavily on my mind but not as heavy as figuring out how the hell I was about to get the hell out from under this tree bark smelling motherfucka. His movements became wild in an instant. He started to breathe like a horse out of breath from a long stride. Sweat droplets fell from his forehead and neck and onto my cheeks and nose. I coughed in disgust shaking my head profusely to get out from the leakage.

  I felt his pelvis thrust harder and harder into me like he was trying to force me to moan loudly or scream out in pure terror. My hands were still constricted above my head and my legs now felt like putty unable to move and all ceased up. He cared nothing for any of that though. My hands were freed minutes before I felt his around my neck choking the very life out of me slightly banging my head on the floor. My vision was slowly returning and the feeling in my legs as well as I kicked and jolted my waist hoping to get his big ass up off of me.

  “Your mother’s pussy was just as sweet as yours. You need to know that before you die.” Yolo said as he watched my face turn red.

  His words disgusted me to know end but I couldn’t focus on anything that spit out. He continued to speak obscenities into my ear about myself and everyone I loved including Cesar. If I was a dumb bitch, I would not be able to tell that he was trying to break me so that I would give up and submit to him. Maybe even beg for my life. But I was never about to do either. If it took every breath in my body I would never give him the satisfaction of having won.

  “I’m about to cum. This some good ass cat too. Too bad you’re about to die though.” Yolo smirked as he pumped feverishly into my opening squeezing his fingers tighter around my neck.

  His forearms leaned on my tits pressing my bra deep into my skin. It’s fabric began sticking me so badly that it took my attention from his hands to my bra. It dug in my skin so deeply that I felt blood began to extract from the area. I reached up placing my thumbs in Yolo’s eyes as hard as I could, using the little bit of strength that I had left but it barely seemed to faze him. I continued to press until it hit me, as his grip became tighter my hands moved down to my bra checking for the area that was sticking me horribly.

  My fingertips traveled down his burly arms slowly and down to my bra clasping between them the very things that were sticking me drawing tiny droplets of blood from my skin. They slid out easily from the padding of the inner bar. I positioned them in my fingers rubbing and to make sure they were just the way I needed them before I reached up heading back towards Yolo’s head. I could feel my body wanting to go limp. The air was becoming thin and my head was beyond lightheaded. I had one chance to do this so I had to get it right only thinking that my next move could be my last.

  Yolo huffed hard blowing hot breath into my face heavily. I knew he had skeeted his junk’s juices all inside of me. He dry heaved, seizing on top of me like a crazed hyena and just as he took his final thrust, I stuck my weapons inside of his neck all at the same time as quickly as a ninja would. His hands immediately released my neck and his body crashed down next to me. Immediately, I began gasping for air, recouping my sanity though I felt that after an asshole like him taking my virginity I would never be sane again.

  “You stupid muthafucka!” I spat clenching my neck, trying to control my breathing. “Breathe asshole!”

  Nothing he did to me would ever measure up to the pain he was feeling in his throat as he struggled and gasped for air like a man in space without a space mask. He flopped around like I had just unhooked his ass from my fishing hook and grabbed his neck as his eyes bulged horribly. I rose from the floor feeling a draft colder than ice between my legs but I didn’t care. My eyes were feasting upon a dead man flapping and it felt like more than just some one up victory. It felt like I had won the world championship in the Summer Olympics.

  “Die you whack ass son of a bitch.” I said as I gathered a heap of saliva in my mouth and hawked it over to his face watching as it landed smack dab under his left eye. “Didn’t your momma ever tell you that your main bitch would always have a back- up plan? Well, meet my back- up plan stupid.”

  I slowly limped around to the side of the desk and realized that all of the paperwork that I needed was sitting right on top of the desk the entire time. The small floor safe in back of the desk was left wide open like he was about to move the papers of my father’s businesses to another place. A pair of dark black leather gloves sat right next to the papers along with a small revolver. I looked over opening the safe door a little wider noticing a large black duffle bag inside. I removed it and unzipped it finding a bunch of rubber band wads of cash all nicely rolled up, had to total up an access of two million dollars.

  The way this shit was set up it seemed as though Yolo was already planning a inconspicuous getaway. Inside the bag were also the papers to my papa’s stolen
back account. The information stated that just within the last year, Yolo had tripled the amount previously held in the account. I knew that news would greatly excite papa once he heard that. I was even happy as I found my panties and jeans and slowly slid them back over my bruised and violated pelvis.

  I decided that I would not even call papa and let him know that the job was done. Naw, I thought it would be better to just show up back at home letting him know that I was staying home for good. I was done living my life on the edge. It was better to be a king pin’s daughter than an always on the run hit girl. I wanted to have a normal life with normal relationships like the one I was about to have with Cesar. Thinking of him made me check my cell for his call. There tons of missed ones from him. My fingers trembled as I dialed his number back and placed the phone to my ear.

  “I’ve been calling you.” Cesar answered with tons of noise and talking in the background.

  “I know. I know. I’ve been tied up.” I lied. “Cesar before you speak there’s something that I have to ask you.”

  “Whatever it is we need to just put it behind us. Life is too short to keep dwelling on things we have no power to change. You know?” He countered sounding as if something was eating away at him that he refused to say.

  “Not just yet. Cesar, I’m the daughter of a very powerful man.” I said wondering if he would get the message.

  “Really? Hmph, so I guess that’s why you’re always so secretive about everything.” Cesar replied before remaining silent for a few seconds.

  "No I haven't been entirely honest with you this whole time. But neither have you. Drake...he was my brother." I said choking back tears from the thought of him.

  “What?" Cesar asked confusingly. "Um...uh...Honestly, I’ve got some things I need to handle here right now, so can I call you back?”

  I could tell he was just trying to sweep this all under the rug. He didn’t need to know much more than what we already talked about anyway. Nothing would change the past and nothing was going to bring my brother back. Since he wanted to act like this conversation didn’t exist then so would I. But he would have to deal with the unanswered questions about me in his head for the rest of his life. This conversation was just like our relationship, dead.

  “Actually, I was just calling to let you know that I will be leaving town for a while.” I said lowering my head from his response, saddened that he was the one who pulled the trigger on Drake.

  “What’s a while? You’re not coming back. Are you?”

  “Naw…I don’t think so.” I breathed daydreaming briefly on what our lives could have been like together. “But you take care of yourself and kiss that boy for me. Would ya?”

  “Yeah, I’m sure.” His voice went back to sounding dry and down. “You, uh, you take care of yourself out there.”

  “Same to you, Cesar.” I paused. “I really did care for you. I just thought you should know that.”

  “Goodbye Lasha.”

  It was over. I hung up the phone knowing that and even though it was hard for me to come to terms with that before I was okay with it after that call. We would never be able to have the type of life that was normal and fulfilling anyway. There were too many lies tied to us from the beginning of our relationship. I smiled as I stuffed the phone down into my pocket and tossed my hair back into a high ponytail.

  I found a ton of manila folders all containing papa’s name and I even took the ones that had Yolo’s name and account numbers and stuffed them deep down into the duffle bag full of money. I stuffed the revolver down in there too since I had no plans on going back home to get shit. Yolo was dead now and he wouldn’t be needing that beautiful car he had parked out back so I was going to drive that sucker to Mexico and let the homies strip it when I got across the border. Fuck it and fuck him.

  My eyes stared out of the large glass window, feeling lucky and blessed that I was able to complete this mission despite all of the shit I just endured lying on that floor. Taking a deep breath, I snatched up the duffle bag tossing it around my head letting the strap fall sideways across my body. I looked down noticing that I had forgot to zip up the bag and as I worked with the zipper it got caught from trying to zip it up to fast. I yanked it and yanked it but it wouldn’t zip through. I waved it off figuring I would fix the shit in the car on the road. I took one step forward and came face to face with the barrel of Yolo’s gun and he was struggling to hold it up towards my face.

  “Damn. I guess it’s true what they say. Roaches don’t die.” I chuckled realizing this had to be one of those last act moments.

  We locked eyes as if we were studying each other's every move. He was struggling to speak and breath and his hand shook like there was a magnitude 5.0 earthquake happening in the room. I stared down at him waiting on him to finally give up and have his last breath before collapsing with his eyes open staring off into space. I waited for his soul to leave his body and the little demons from Hell came out of the shadows to take him to his rightful place like they did the bad guys in that movie, Ghost with Patrick Swayze.

  I laughed. His face was comical looking like he was about to spaz out with his expression stuck in horror face. Watching him battle to exact revenge even though he was dying was so funny to me. In the blink of an eye my mood went from excited to confused. He should have been rolled back and died. It was unbelievable how long he was even lasting with three long thin sharp pins lodged in his throat. It was at that moment that I realized this nigga wasn’t dead yet because he had that much more fight in him. He refused to give up so easily and I had to admit the shit was a bit admirable. But I was done being impressed by his bullshit and this damn game had gone on long enough.

  I reached inside the back searching for the revolver. Either the needles that I stuck in his ass weren’t working or he had some resilient ass meat in his neck preventing him from croaking so quickly. Good thing about it was that he would die, I just couldn’t predict when. But I couldn’t wait for the needles to take affect. It was time for this jerk to go back to the Hell from wince he came. My hands dug and fished around and when I finally found the damn gun and whipped it out aiming right for his head—

  BANG! CRASH!

  The hole blasted in my stomach sent my body flying through the glass window of the office and down onto the dimly lit bar. The money from the bag was still drifting in mid air when I landed on top of the bar, my body twisted up and in the worst pain imaginable. This was the end, I could feel it as I bled out. I gasped for air waiting for Yolo to come to the window and look down at my deformed body marveling at the work he had done but he didn’t come. He must have died right when he pulled the trigger and now I was on my way out as well as twenty and fifty-dollar bills gently covered my blood-ridden body. Near death all I could think about was that win or lose, Yolo still got what he deserved. And as the room grew cold, the darkness from my eyelids prepared me, as I waited for my mom to come and get me and carry me home.

  Chapter 16— Cesar

  Unable to process the conversation I just hung up from, I stuffed my phone down into my jeans pocket as the blue and whites brought Mink's ass from around the corner. They walked her right up to one of their squad cars and placed her inside nicely, the textbook way making sure she didn't bump her head on the way in. They were nicer than I was but they didn't know her. I would have knocked that bitch's head against the car door a few times before kicking her inside. They do it to hood niggas all the time when they want to interrogate us and make us confess to shit we didn't do so ruthless females should get the same treatment.

  "Ma'am, can you come to the car and verify that it’s her before totally put her in custody?" One of the cops asked turning towards Momma Pearl.

  I didn’t even see anything past Mink’s shitty expression as she looked out of the back window at the paramedics as they wheeled CJ out on the stretcher. My face filled with nothing but hatred and disgust for her ass. There was no empathy, she didn’t need it and she didn’t deserve it. Everything that sh
e had sewn out into the world she was about to reap one way or the other. But she had just better hope that my son’s life is saved or else sleeping in a tattered bunk bed in a cold ass cell will be the least of her problems.

  “Yes officer. That’s her. That’s the bitch I once called my daughter.” Momma Pearl said as she slammed the car door in Mink’s face.

  Mink scowled over at me and I returned the favor. She knew she had no control over this situation and could no longer weasel her way out of it. I smirked in her direction knowing that her ass was going away for a long as time and that’s what sent her over the edge. She kicked the back of the car seats and doors, screaming at the top of her lungs. She was so loud everyone could hear her despite all the noises outside.

  “That nigga right there did this shit to me! You worthless ass nigga you ain’t shit! You’re dead you hear me?” She ranted shaking her head wildly. “I’ll fucking kill you! You hear me? I’ll fucking kill you then spit on your grave!”

  “Excuse me, detective but if I’m not mistaken, aren’t those considered threats.” I said loud enough for her to hear me followed by a sly smile.