by Sa'id Salaam
“Body more, Murda-land!” she cheered at the violent nickname for the violent city. She was ready and willing to go killing but an unexpected problem in Atlanta popped up first.
Chapter 15
“Boss we got a problem in Atlanta!” Nut said via intercom. As he spoke he spoke he cued up footage from security cameras. Casper recognized the upscale Atlanta home and shook his head.
“Dallas no doubt,” Casper grumbled. The man had recently earned a spot on the shit/hit list for skimming money. “Is this live?”
“No. It’s from a couple of hours ago,” Nut replied as the footage showed a cable guy knocking on the door. The angle changed and Yolo got a good look at a face she knew very well.
“Killa!” she cheered feeling moisture flood her boy shorts.
“I’ve heard of this guy. We could use a guy like this on our team,” Casper said watching him easily gain entry to the secure home.
“Don’t seem like much of a killer to me?” Nut wondered as the lady of the home verbally abused him while he pretended to fix the cable he disabled. Yolo was about to recite his deadly stats but Dallas pulled up and the show began.
“Hey baby, who dat?” the handsome heavily jeweled man asked grabbing a kiss along with a handful of ass.
“Hey, hun, the cable out, and they sent this idiot to..." was all she got out before the gun came out.
“You! Hands in the air. And you shut the fuck up!” Killa grunted from behind a large pistol. Yolo came instantly.
“Really?” Casper asked when he saw her dilemma. He shook his head and turned back to the violent robbery on the screen.
In Dallas’s defense, he didn’t give up easily. Why would he let someone steal what he had stolen? Even when Killa threatened to kill him, his woman, the baby, plants, and fish he remained tight-lipped. It wasn’t until he raised an ax over the sleeping child that the woman blurted out the combination to the safe.
“You nosey bitch! How you get my codes?” Dallas demanded lying face down with his hand tied behind his back.
“Bitch? You would let him kill our baby to keep your precious money!” Candy shouted.
“Ain’t my kid,” he shrugged. He knew the intruder still needed to get past the fingerprint and retina scan before he could get into the safe. Killa knew it too, that’s what the ax was for. “And it’s still one more number."
“Ok,” Killa laughed. “I will chop your hand off and pop out your eye. Either way you coming off that cash”
“Kill him and I’ll give you the number,” his lady pleaded. They had just broken up.
“Ok,” Killa shrugged and raised the gun to shoot.
“Wait! I want this to be the last thing he sees,” Candy said kneeling in front of Killa. She glanced over to ensure her child was asleep and grudge sucked the robber. Once she swallowed, she had one more request, well two.
“Let me kill him,” she pleaded reaching for the gun. Killa shrugged and handed it to her making sure to stay close enough to prevent her from turning on him.
It was an unnecessary precaution because she squeezed off three silent shots the second she got the gun. Killa kept his word about popping out the eyes and cutting off the hand. The body allowed him partial access to the safe. Candy used the remaining number to bargain 25% of the take.
“So where the fuck is my money!” Casper shouted like a spoiled brat.
“We tracked the thief via satellite pictures and a tracking device in the bag. We also intercepted a satellite call he made,” Nut proudly reported. “The woman checked into a hotel with the kid.”
"Go kill them both,” Casper demanded causing Yolo to gasp.
“Both?” she screeched in fear of losing her idol.
“Yeah the girl and the kid. I have plans for this Killa. He’s about to work for me!”
****
Killa smiled brightly at the duffle bag full of cash. That smile beamed brighter when his satellite phone began to ring. Knowing it could only be one person, he eagerly took the call.
“Hey Grandma, everything ok?"
“No everything is not ok,” Casper said in that sarcastic tone that was going to get him killed one day.
“A-yo, I don’t know how you got that phone," Killa growled sounding more animal than human. “If anything has happened to my people I’m going to murder everyone you’ve ever met in your life. Your family, friends, classmates from third grade, your mailman, the …"
“Oh stop being so dramatic, your family is fine; we’re only barbarians when we need to be. Your chief concern right now should be the return of that duffle bag full of BM money.”
“Who are you?” Killa asked looking at the bag and wondering how the caller knew how to reach him. He knew all too well that some people are not to be fucked with. He was one of them and it appeared he robbed one. Still he couldn’t help to ask… “BM? Baby mama? She gave me some head and I may fuck her later.”
“She is already dead so you may not wanna fuck her. Unless you like that sort of thing? Oh and B.M is Black Mob. Answer the door and return the money,” Casper replied smugly.
“The do…” Killa began to ask but was interrupted by a knock. Killa knew then that he had indeed fucked with the wrong people. He opened the door gun high and was met with one aiming back at him.
“You don’t want to do that,” an Atlanta police officer warned. “The bag.”
Killa was dumbfounded as he handed the duffle bag filled with cash to the cop. In return, the cop handed him a cell phone and backed out of the door. The fancy phone rang immediately.
“Hello?” he asked even though he knew who it was, who else could it be?
“Very good. Now go spend time with that pretty Kitty of yours. We’ll be in touch soon,” Casper said and hung up.
Being a hired gun did not sit well with Killa but he knew he didn’t have much of a choice. The Black Mob knew everything about him but he knew nothing of them. All he could come up with was farfetched tales about a little white man with a mean murder game. He would go along and play ball getting paid for what he did so well. First chance he got he would find and kill them all.
Until then he would enjoy some of the perks the organization offered. The state of the art phone was cool but even cooler when he disabled the GPS. Then had the signal routed all over the globe before reaching him making the phone un-traceable.
Next was the luxury sedan with all the bells and whistles. Among the amenities, Killa found at least four tracking devices. He left them in place allowing them to trace him to the downtown Atlanta condo.
“Nice!”
Kitty purred like Kitty purrs when kitty likes something. “It is” Kitty nodded in agreement when they stepped into the plush unit.
As he scanned the front room, he correctly placed out 8 of the 10 cameras. He stared into one making eye-to-eye contact with Yolo making her giggle like a girl.
“Strip,” Killa ordered as he unbuckled his belt. Someone wanted a show so he decided to give them one. “Let’s christen the place.”
“You so nasty,” Kitty giggled and complied. She reached behind her back to unzip her dress. The cute dress fell to the plush carpet revealing all of that good size 16 loving that Killa loved so much.
“Yeah and you love my nasty. What’s on the menu?”
The couple had become sexually synced and knew just how to please each other. They even came up with names for the variety of sexual positions they employed.
“Let’s start with a vagina appetizer followed by the sidewinder and finish up with back shots,” Kitty suggested now that they were naked.
“Coming right up,” he eagerly agreed. Even though she didn’t offer any head she still knelt in front of him to give him some.
“Pst!” Yolo sucked her teeth loudly as Kitty inched him down he throat. She crossed her arms angrily and turned sideways, but still watched the surveillance monitor.
“Told you I would do it,” Yolo pouted as Killa worked his lips, tongue, and hand in a magical medley.
When Killa took position between the big caramel thighs, she really pouted. “Ugh!”
Yolo watched in lustful amazement as Killa lapped at Kitty’s kitty. Her hand found its way into the puddle in her panties and that’s how Casper found her when he walked in.
“Get a room,” he laughed. “Good news, you’ll be meeting him soon. You’re going back to Atlanta.”
The thought of meeting her crush sent her over the edge. As soon as Casper cleared the room, she came hard with a loud grunt. She walked out on Killa delivering firm back shots that echoed in the quiet condo.
Yolo boarded a plane to Atlanta later that evening. She printed a picture of Killa to keep her company for the flight. As soon as they were airborne, she pulled it out for a chat.
“So…you liked when that girl went down on you?” she asked feeling a little jealous. “Yeah I guess you do, guys like head. I won’t mind doing it for you, you know. I…”
“Aww how sweet. Is that your boyfriend?” the lady seated next to her asked seeing her talking to the picture. “A cutie.”
“Yes, we…” Yolo turned and smiled until she realized that the lady was a man. “So, you think my man is cute?” she asked with a smile that hid her murderous intention. If he said yes, she was going to kill him.
“Girl yes!” the homosexual gushed snatching the picture to gawk closely at him.
“Let’s grab a bite to eat when we get to Atlanta,” Yolo suggested sweetly. He agreed and made a date with his own murder. He made number 93. She was almost there.
Yolo met her crush the next day with mixed emotions. She was helplessly in love but none too pleased that he got the nod to do double murder instead of her. She did have a quota to meet after all. Instead of taking the lead, she was tasked to baby-sit the victims until Killa arrived to kill them.
The crooked D.A and piece of shit public defender really needed killing. They had tag teamed plenty of un-suspecting defenders into prison. Now was payback time. A relative of a man put to death contracted the Black Mob to return the favor.
Posing as a prostitute Yolo got the men to an out of the way hotel. She kept them company until the star of the show crept in the room. She fought the urge to scream 'OMG!' when he walked in gun first.
The tall beige man stole her breath with an audible gasp. The six-foot Killer was pretty in pictures but gorgeous in person. She stared up at him like a girl in love until he yelled at her.
“You! Out!” Killa demanded following orders to let the girl go. If not for strict instructions not to kill her, he would have. He did steal a glance at her curvy little curves as she dressed. Should have got a good look at the face behind the dreads.
“Don’t look so tough to me,” Yolo huffed in a fit of professional jealousy once she was back outside. With that a rivalry was born. Just like Casper planned.
Chapter 16
"S…so…so…so Casper said just kill the M…Menendez br…br…brothers r…r…right?” Big Rock st, st, st, stuttered as they rode back from the airport with their guest murderer. He wanted to know now so he could catch a flight to anywhere but here.
“Y, ye, ye, yes” Yolo giggled at his cowardice. Here he was this big black man with two bodyguards scared of a girl.
Her orders where simply to murder the brothers from New York who set up shot in B-More. Hence the saying you gotta B-more careful. The city already, had a high murder rate but it was about to get higher.
The Menendez brothers, Gabby and Pedro had a mean murder game. Every time Big Rock sent a hitter to hit them, they sent them back dead. He lost man after man until Casper sent Yolo. Sometimes the best man for the job is a girl.
One of Big Rocks bodyguards called Bull didn’t know any better and kept flirting. He had undressed her with his eyes from the second she stepped off the plane. Now in the car he stole a glance at her legs from the back seat.
"They hang out at a strip joint called Head or Tails. Word is they some freaks. Like running trains on young girls,” Bull said turning all the way around and trying to peak between her legs.
“Pussy will get you killed every time,” Yolo said seductively with a sinister smirk. She parted her legs a little to prove her point. It was bait; all he had to do was bite.
Bull was a smart guy and heard the threat. He turned back in his seat and continued the conversation through the rearview mirror.
“The club manager is another trick named Steve. He personally…screws all the new dancers. The back of their throats that is,” Bull laughed.
The limo pulled to a stop in front of one of Baltimore’s finest five star hotels. This was where Big Rock put her up to be as far away from his suburban home as possible. Yolo didn’t plan to stay long. She intended to murder the men and head back to New York that night.
****
“Here’s the new one,” Jo-Jo announced after tapping on the office door. The man inside barked his instructions to enter.
Yolo stumbled slightly on her special six-inch stilettos. She had been practicing how to use the deadly shoes until proficient, walking however, was another story. The heels of the shoes were actually stainless steel daggers. A pair of round balls covered the tips when not in use. The only weapons she carried was the super sharp knife she nicknamed the emasculator. That and her killer smile.
“Youse a pretty little bitch ain’t you?” Steve asked as a compliment. If he ever stood a chance of surviving the encounter, it just went out the window. Calling Yolo a bitch was a verbal suicide note.
“Thank you,” Yolo smiled and ran her tongue over the platinum fangs.
“A’ight, let me see what you working with,” the manager demanded leaning back in the plush leather chair.
Yolo misunderstood and began winding her hips to the music leaking into the office from the sound systems. Steve frowned at the movements and clarified himself.
“Whoa, whoa! Fuck shakin’ yo’ ass. Let me see what that head working with," he ordered and whipped out his dick. When Yolo came around the desk and knelt, he handed it to her. “Here”
Yolo took it in one hand and pulled the knife with the other. When Steve leaned back, she sliced it off and handed it back, “Here.”
“What the fu…” he began to gripe but Yolo cut him off. She shoved one of the spiked heels into his neck and barely got out of the way of the gush of blood.
“Go to the light Carole Aaannn…oops, Steeeve,” Yolo sang as he desperately tried to keep his blood in his body where he needed it. It certainly couldn’t benefit him from the floor beneath him.
“Did I get the job?” Yolo asked as she danced some more. She shimmed, popped, and dropped until his head dropped onto his chest. Yolo took that as a yes. “Thank you, thank you!”
The man bled out so quickly that he was on the other side before Yolo got to the other side of the door. She locked the door behind her so he would not be disturbed. Dead people don’t like that.
Yolo made her way through the club and found the dressing room. She frowned at the strong aroma of so many vagina sharing the same space. It only took a few seconds to figure out who was in charge. A forty something lesbian barked orders like the manager that she was.
“Excuse me. Steve said I could start tonight,” Yolo offered meekly as yet another disguise. Roshawn twisted up her lips and looked the girl over. She wasn’t thick like the other girls and had a faraway look in her eyes. Same look Killa had, they saw dead people.
“Must got some good ass head,” Roshawn said knowingly. “I might have to get a little of it too once you come off stage.”
“Why don’t I give you the same thing I gave Steve?” Yolo asked eager to please.
“I want exactly what you gave Steve,” she replied lustfully. She had no idea of the brutal murder that awaited. At least she couldn’t get her dick cut off though and that was a good thing.
"You got outfits? If not you can get one out the bin and pay for it once you come off stage.”
“Yes please,” Yolo said and followed Roshawn to a locker
full of hoe clothes. Luckily, for her, Roshawn picked an outfit out for her.
“Here you can be Betty Rubble,” she snickered handing over a Flintstones looking dress. “Them some bad ass shoes girl!”
“Practical too,” Yolo agreed. She accepted the dress and found a locker. After changing from her short skirt to an even shorter one Yolo hit the club.
“Uh, oh,” she muttered to herself when she saw the girls in action. These thick stallions worked the poles like gymnast. How was she supposed to attract her victims with that type of competition?
“Steve needs to get some new hoes in here,” Gabby Mendez griped as he and his brother Pedro stepped inside their hangout. Not that something was wrong with the hoes on hand, it was just that he, and his brother had ran through them all. Several times apiece. New pussy made their world go around and they wanted some new pussy. Who could blame them?
“Fo’ real though,” Pedro agreed having grown tired of the same old vaginas.
“Wet-Wet center stage. White Chocolate stage left and Yo, Yoyo…Yolo? Yolo stage right,” the DJ announced. Yolo giggled when the DJ threw on the late rapper Nano’s ode to stripper bitches entitled “Stripper Bitches.”
Wet-Wet showed why she was a star immediately when she hit the stage. The veteran pole dancer hit the pole and slid up, upside down. Once she reached the top, she spun slowly around blowing kisses at the audience with her vagina lips. The crowd went wild just as they should. The brothers Mendez had sexed her so many times, so many ways they didn’t even look her way.
The girl called White Chocolate was a white girl known for one-minute blowjobs. If you lasted past 61 seconds in her mouth, you got your money back. She hadn’t issued a refund yet. She could hook four guys up during the average commercial break. If worst came to worst she could take the edge off but that’s not what they were looking for. Gabby glanced stage right and found it.
“The fuck?” he exclaimed and stood. Yolo was sitting Indian style playing in her pussy causing him to approach as if in a trance.
