Rozalyn 2: Vengeance of the Heart (Rozalyn Series)

by Shan

  Oh well I guess for now I could get over all wondering and what-ifs ‘cause here I was in fuckin’ Beijing with an escaped prisoner; he didn't beat no damn case. He took a plea deal and was given twenty years at a maximum security prison upstate. How the hell do you escape from a maximum security prison? I thought. See if I had known the truth about him being wanted for escaping, I probably could have warned the police or something.

  I shook my head to keep the salty tears from making a mark on my face. I couldn't go back and do anything differently; it was too late for that so there was no use in crying. I had to think about the now. I had to think about how this man I once looked up to as my father was now forcing me to have sex with him every day. How is it that P.J. was once a role model to me, a provider for my mother, my sister Nesha and I; a good man at one point, but now a killer?

  “So, tell me what happened yesterday when I lied down for a nap?” P.J. asked scaring me from my thoughts.

  “What are you talking about?” I asked looking into P.J.'s cloudy, gray eyes. His light, yellow skin was turning red, and both of his eye brows were raised like he was surprised about something. P.J. was mixed with Black and Chinese. His mama was Black and his daddy was Chinese; his daddy is a powerful figure here in Beijing and also in New York. Because of his father’s power, people here in Beijing look after P.J. and had his back.

  “I'm talking about the call I just got off of; I was warned that a call was made to a Tamar Andrews from my muthafuckin’ cell phone. Now…I have no reason to call him but I know you do! So tell me this is just some coincidence and you didn't do something so fuckin’ stupid like that?”

  “I…I…,” I stuttered trying to think of something to tell him, the first time I get a chance to make a call in the 9 months I've been here and I pretty much did that shit for nothing. Tamar seemed to be pissed off that I hadn't called him in all this time and refused to hear anything I had to say. I'm sure he probably thought that I ran off with some man, or just left to get away from him, and was not going to be forgiving.

  WHAM!

  “I..I…what? You thought I wasn't going to find out! I could've killed your ass and your fuckin’ son but no I bring you here, give you a fuckin’ home, take care of your ungrateful ass, and this is how you do me! You call that lame muthafucka’ that couldn't even protect your ass!”

  WHAM!

  “My plan was to torture your ass for ratting me out you ungrateful bitch. But no I actually thought you would appreciate this more!”

  WHAM!

  “I'm sorry!” I pleaded putting my hands up trying to get P.J. to stop hitting me. My pleas fell on deaf ears ’cause he came at me with slap after punch after slap after punch. My whole head felt heavy and on fire; I could tell that it was swollen and bloody from his hands. How can he say that his plan was to torture me? What the fuck did he think I was going through when he stuck his dick in me every day without my permission, forced me to scrub every inch of this house clean like I was a fuckin’ slave, or beat me the way he was doing now. This is torture; this is hell, a nightmare that I wish I could just wake up from. Lord or somebody please save me, I can't take it anymore.

  7 KEYLAN

  Family Matters

  “Damn this some good shit,” I mumbled to myself as I took a deep toke of the blunt I'd just rolled up. I'd been sitting in this same recliner for the past three hours just watching this goofy ass clown and his chick while they slept. I wanted to see how long I can actually sit here before either of them noticed me. As much as they tossed and turned, changed positions, and fought over the covers neither of them noticed that I was here.

  I found it funny how the muthafucka’ can go around threatening people and rest good as hell at night; I know me personally if somebody made a threat against my life I wouldn't be able to rest until I deaded their ass before they deaded mine. Tonio may not have threatened my life personally but he did threaten somebody I considered my family and that was just like threatening me. Tamar, Brandon, Taron, and Ki-Ki were all the family that I had besides my girl Latoya and her mom.

  The Andrews family took me in when I was ten years old and raised me as their own; it wasn't the best life one could have when I moved with them but it was better than the one I was living at home. I would take a drunken father that beat his wife over a step-daddy that wanted to wrap his lips around my young penis any day. Standing outside in the cold doing drills when I was bad was way better than having to watch my step-daddy rape little boys when he was horny.

  I shuttered at the thought of my step-daddy; he was the first man I ever bodied. No one ever really knew the real reason I wanted to get at him so bad, they all thought he used to beat on my moms or some shit. Till this day they don't know I was molested as a young boy and made to watch as my step-dad molested other young boys. Out of the twelve boys that I knew that were violated as I was; three of them are in prison, four of them moved out of state when they were old enough to, three of them committed suicide, and the remaining two I killed. I killed them ’cause I found out they were doing the same things to little boys that were helpless and too embarrassed to tell someone what was going on. Only reason why I kept up with those twelve is ’cause I didn't want my secret getting out; I didn't want anyone looking at me like I was some fag.

  Just sitting here thinking about my faggot ass step-daddy was pissing me the fuck off; I stood up from the chair, hit the blunt harder then walked over to the side of the bed where Tonio was laying and turned on the lamp.

  “Nigga, wake your bitch ass up!” I yelled and slammed the butt of my gun into Tonio's jaw. “Man, I been sitting here watching your dumb ass for the past three hours and you sleeping like everything is A-Ok. Get your bitch ass up!”

  “What the fuck man? What the hell is going on?” Tonio yelled throwing his hands up in surrender.

  “Shut your ass up!” I roared.

  POW! POW!

  Damn. I thought as I put two bullets in the back of Tonio's girl when she leaped from the bed and tried to run out of the room. I was going to let that bitch live after I killed her man. I hated when people made me do unnecessary shit! I removed my face mask since I no longer needed to hide who I was; it was only to protect me from being identified by Tonio's girl.

  “Oh shit, I told you man I didn't have any problems with you,” Tonio whined.

  “If you got a problem with my family then you have a problem with me! I told your ass anyway I'm the one that fucked your bruh off. I killed that nigga!”

  “All is forgiven…look I'll even tell the police that I think somebody else killed Tweek and his girl. I'll help you get Tae off!”

  “Do I look like I need your help?”

  “Please, please don't do this. I got money….I got jewelry. Whatever you want….”

  POW! POW! POW!

  “Fuck wrong with this cat; do I look like I came here for his damn jewelry? Stupid muthafucka’!”

  I pulled my mask back down over my head then walked around to the other side of the bed making sure his girl was dead before exiting the house, jumping into my ride, and leaving the scene.

  ***

  “Yo, what's up Ki-Ki you called me?” I asked as she answered the phone.

  “Yea, I've been calling you, glad you finally answered. Look I gotta tell you something and you gotta promise me that whatever you do, you leave Kevin out of it,” Kayla said.

  “Who the fuck is Kevin?”

  “Kevin, Rozalyn's brother Kevin.”

  “Ki-Ki, what the fuck you calling me about this nigga for? I know you ain’t still messing with this dude after what he pulled at the damn funeral. What? Did he do something to Rozalyn?”

  “Hell no, damn. You can't go back and say shit to Tamar or Ron.”

  “Spit it out ‘cause you starting to piss me off.”

  “Look I’m not about to leave Kevin, I put too much time into this relationship. I really care about him and we are getting married.”

  “Yea, Tamar gonna fuck your ass up
for this shit. You know how he feels about him and you know how Kevin feels about Tae. He wasn't even trying to help find his sister and now you talking about marrying him!”

  “He was trying to find Rozalyn but he pretty much knew that her mama husband got to her! That was why she went down to Miami to hide from him!”

  “So, you knew all this shit before she was killed and you didn't say nothing. Yo, fuck that I'm telling Tae!”

  “Look Toya is fuckin’ Kevin okay, I had a fight with the bitch and she admitted she been fuckin’ him damn near as long as we been together and the hoe said she pregnant by him!” Kayla yelled.

  “Where did you hear this from?”

  “From her mouth and Kevin has admitted to me that he's been sleeping with her too. She been giving his ass all your money, this muthafucka’ brought me an engagement ring with the damn money she was getting from you!”

  “Grimy ass muthafuckas! I'm on my way to Atlanta tonight! I just proposed to this bitch; I knew something was going on!”

  “Keylan wait a minute I called you ’cause I thought you should know. Don't go flipping out and getting in trouble behind her. Tae already in enough trouble and you don’t need to join him!”

  “Fuck that, yo you know what? I'm stopping by your shit first,” I hung up the phone and picked up the speed on my BMW racing to get to Ki-Ki's house. She called me back several times but I kept sending her to the voice mail. I had a feeling something wasn't right about Latoya when she came home all late and shit rushing to take a shower. It's all good though ‘cause I'm about to put a end to all this shit.

  ***

  I clutched my pistol tightly thinking about what I was about to do ’cause I knew that this might have some real repercussions; I wasn't scared or no shit like that I just wasn't really wanting to deal with the after affect. The relationship with Kevin and our family was kind of tricky, we all felt bad ’cause Tavon killed his little brother Zavier but at the same time he was given a chance to handle that shit and couldn't do it. Then it was also the disappearance and murder of Rozalyn, her family didn't really do much to help. Kevin and his dad pretty much gave up on her as if they were just expecting her to be murdered. That type of shit I look down on and make you seem a little suspect to me.

  At the end of the day neither side wanted anything to do with the other so hearing that Kayla is fuckin’ Kevin and about to marry his ass is fucked up. Then to hear my fiancé is screwing this muthafucka’ is even more fucked up. It felt like he was doing this shit on purpose.

  I wanted to call Tamar and ask him if I was about to make the right decision but I already knew what he would say. So fuck it I was about to do what I had to do.

  BAM! BAM! BAM!

  I patiently waited for someone to come open the door and when I felt it was taking too long I raised my hand to knock again. Just as my hand was about to bang on the door again the door swung open and Kevin answered with a big ass grin on his face. He got the nerve to be smiling in my face like we cool. I thought as I brought the gun up and pointed it at him.

  POW! POW!

  Two times to the gut and he went crashing to the floor; the smile he wore instantly was covered in blood. I walked and stood over him ready to finish him off when I saw Ki-Ki standing in the hallway in shock. The way she was looking at me told me I'd fucked up and made the wrong decision; I could tell from the look in her eyes she was feeling like she just lost two people that she loved.

  Fuck! I thought. What the fuck was I thinking? I should have went to Atlanta and killed that bitch Latoya since she was the one that went outside of our relationship. He was just being a man, the same man I was. In that moment of watching Kevin choke on his blood I had to think about how many females I slept with that was married, engaged, or just in a relationship period. I always said that a dude bet not ever step to me with no bullshit when he should be checking his girl and look at what the fuck I was doing now.

  “Oh my God! Keylan, what have you done? Kevin! I asked you to leave him out of it! How could you?” Ki-Ki was standing over Kevin in her bra and panties. The arch in her stomach made me feel even more fucked up. “Keylan you gotta get him some help! What have you done? Get some help! Oh my God you killed him!”

  I couldn't do anything but stare at the both of them in silence. Shit! Shit! Shit! I thought, damn what the fuck did Ki-Ki think I was gonna do when she called me. I just told her ass I was on my way; what the hell did she think I was playing? I know she was trying to look out for me but damn she know what it is. She knows I kill muthafuckas for a living, especially those that cross me. Damn! Damn! Damn! Ki-Ki was like my little sister, she could have kept that shit to herself but instead she let her loyalty to me take over and told me what I needed to know. I should have never came over here, I should have went to Atlanta to look for Latoya and put two bullet holes in her, one in her stomach, and one in her heart.

  I watched as Ki-Ki got up and dashed towards the backroom down the hall; I finally jumped from the daze I was in and caught ghost. I wish I could stay here and help fix what I fucked up but it wasn't no way I was about to go down for a senseless ass murder that shouldn't have happened in the first place. I jumped in my ride and bent the corner heading to the house to pack and get the fuck out of dodge. I wasn't sure if Ki-Ki would dime me out but I didn't wanna be around to find out.

  8 TAMAR

  Life or Death

  Yesterday was the last day of the trial and right before we were dismissed the jury was once again given instructions on what they were to look for, the meaning of the charges, and to take their time coming up with the best decision that they felt was valid for this case. They deliberated for over eight hours into the wee hours of the night; shit what the fuck did they have to think about? They didn't have shit on me. Peaches, the star witness never made it to testify and all the bullshit statements the medical examiners, detectives, and other staff they had wasn't saying shit that mattered, not to me anyway. I got a call from my attorney about two o'clock this morning saying they finally came to a decision and to be here at court today at eight a.m. to hear the reading of the verdict.

  I ain’t never been this nervous a day in my life. I was sweating like a pimp in church, my suit felt two sizes too small and every time I adjusted the collar on my shirt it still felt like I couldn't breathe. Man if I was found guilty I could be sentenced to death or even spend the rest of my life in jail. All the money I had wasn't going to mean shit, yea I would live a nice life behind bars but what did that matter. I wanted my freedom and the ability to enjoy my wealth without someone telling me when to sleep or to shower. I had been so sure that I was going to get off when Kari told me who the witness was. I was even more positive I was getting off when Keylan and my bruh handled that shit for me but the jury taking all that time to come to a decision gave me a little doubt.

  “All rise!” the bailiff came from behind the big brown desk and said. The judge came in right behind him glancing at me before she took her seat. I turned around and looked at my family sitting a couple of rows behind me. My mama looked frightened knowing that she was about to lose another son to the system. We didn't have a good relationship and I kind of regret neglecting her and choosing to have nothing to do with her. I told myself that if I got out of this shit I would make it my business to make things right with her. It wasn't her fault that she loved a man that wasn't all the way right for her, that hurt her, and her children. She was a victim of my father just like we all were. I would make things right with her if I was given another chance, I would also spend more time with my little sister; a sister I never paid much attention to. I gave her money and any little thing she wanted but didn't give her the time she needed.

  “Jury Foreman, have you reached a verdict?” the judge asked.

  “We have your honor,” an older balding white man said taking a quick look at me then handed a piece of paper over to the bailiff who then handed it over to the judge. The whole court room fell silent as the judge looked over the small pie
ce of paper that was handed to her. She wrote something down then looked over at the jury foreman. “On the charge of capital murder against Shalea Evans, how do you find?”

  “We the jury find the defendant,” he paused, “Not Guilty.”

  I took a deep breath, feeling like my knees gave out on me. I gripped my hand tightly against the table, looked over at my mama again who now had tears falling from her eyes. She looked above silently praising God.

  “On the charge of capital murder against Torrence Robinson, how do you find?” the judge asked bringing up the second charge.

  “We the jury find the defendant, Not Guilty,” The jury foreman said.

  There were a few cheers behind me and on the other side there was some moaning and grumbling from those that didn't agree. I shook my head thinking that I wasn't going to make this mistake again, as many muthafuckas I have killed in my twenty years of living I ain’t never got caught. This shit right here was making me see that I wasn't as invincible as I thought I was.

  “Quiet! Quiet in the courtroom!” The judge yelled banging the gavel. “Mr. Tamar Andrews a jury of your peers has come to a decision that has released you from any wrong doing in the charges that were brought up against you. I would like to thank everyone for their patience in this trial, thank the jury for their cooperation as well as the community. Mr. Andrews you are free to go and I wish you well.”

  I nodded my head, gave my attorney a hug then turned and walked around to the other side and celebrated this victory with my family. I owed my boy Keylan and my brother big time, I know neither of them were looking to get paid but I had to show my appreciation. If it wasn't for them who knows how things would have turned out. I was grateful for Keylan the most and I knew he was down for me no matter what. I noticed that everybody was here except for him; I hadn't talked to him in a couple of days and even tried to find out why the fuck he would just go off and shoot Kevin like that in front of my lil’ cousin Ki-Ki.