by Kia
“You’re not leaving me,” Ash said, pushing Lonnie back down.
“Don’t touch me!”
“What? But you can slap me? Bitch, you better sit the fuck down,” Ash said, back handing the fuck outta Lonnie.
Lonnie sat there like a lil’ bitch and cowered behind a pillow, like that was supposed to stop the force of the blows that Ash was sending.
“Okay! I’ll stay!” Lonnie yelled in tears.
Finally, Ash stopped slapping him.
“Now bend over and finish giving me some ass,” Ash said, removing his shirt and exposing his tatted chest and biceps. Lonnie reluctantly bent over on the couch. “Ain’t you forgetting something?” Ash asked.
“Sorry,” Lonnie cried as he dropped to his knees and removed Ash’s boxers with one motion.
“Ahhh, that’s it. Suck that dick,” Ash said as he put both hands behind his own head and looked up at the ceiling. “You keep sucking my dick like that, I ain’t ever leaving. Suck that shit.”
“Ash,” Lonnie said as Ash started to force the rest of his dick down Lonnie’s throat.
“Gag on that shit!” Ash yelled.
“I… can’t… breath,” Lonnie said between breaths.
“You think I give a fuck? Gag bitch!”
Boom!
The front door came flying open.
“Shit,” I whispered as I watched the expressions of fear on Lonnie and Ash’s faces. I couldn’t see the suspects because they hadn’t passed the closet yet.
“What’s going on?” Lonnie screamed.
“What do you want?” Ash asked.
“Where is Milo?” The intruder asked as he stepped in front of the closet, facing Ash and Lonnie.
“Does it look like a Milo is here?” Ash asked, pointing down at Lonnie.
“I knew it!” Lonnie said as he hopped up.
Two other armed men ran over to where Lonnie and Ash were in the living room and forced them to sit on the couch.
“Put some clothes on, man,” one intruder said, tossing Ash his boxers and shirt. The man that stood by the closet called someone on his phone and put it on speaker. I immediately pulled out my phone and started recording everything I was seeing.
“Sup,” the person on the other end of the phone said. That voice sounded familiar.
“Yo, Bishop, ain’t no Milo bitch here.”
“She gotta be. She just called and said she was on her way.”
“Maybe she with Temple,” the other intruder said. Masks covered their faces so I couldn’t see who it was.
“Nah, Temple babysitting PJ for her tonight,” Bishop said.
“That’s right,” the intruder with the phone said.
“Shit, I don’t know.”
“Man, did you know these niggas was gay?”
“Word?” Bishop laughed. “That hoe nasty, fucking any and everything. You know she got the address from another nigga she was fucking. Some detective.”
“Damn, Milo get down like that?”
“Hell yeah. But kill that nigga anyway. I’ll deal with Milo later,” Bishop said before hanging up.
“You heard the man.”
One intruder sent two shots through Ash’s head as the other two left. “Finish him. We gonna wait in the car. I need to find Milo.”
“I’ght.”
When the other two intruders left, the man finally removed his mask. It was Temple’s boyfriend, Noodle.
“You wanna live? Or die like ya man over here?” Noodle asked Lonnie.
“I… I wanna live,” Lonnie said as he looked over at a dead Ash. He had slumped over on the coffee table.
“Suck my dick and suck it good,” Noodle said.
Lonnie dropped to his knees and sucked his dick like his life depended on it.
“Shit… damn… yeah, just like that,” Noodle said as he rubbed the gun on top of Lonnie’s head. Noodle reached into his pocket and grabbed a condom. “Bend over,” he said as he ripped the top off the Magnum with his teeth and spit the leftover paper on the floor.
“But you said to suck your dick and that’s—”
“Shut yo punk ass up and bend over!” Noodle yelled.
Lonnie did as he was told and bent over.
Noodle spit on his hands and shoved his dick inside of Lonnie.
“Ouch,” Lonnie yelled.
“Damn, this shit tight as fuck,” Noodle said as he went in and out of Lonnie. After pumping for so long, he finally nutted. “I’ve always wanted to do that on the low,” Noodle said as he caught his breath and pulled his pants back up.
Lonnie sat back down on the couch.
“Thanks for letting me live,” Lonnie said.
Noodle smirked and let off three shots into Lonnie.
“Can’t let a nigga live that I fucked,” he said to Lonnie’s dead body.
Then some other nigga came rushing back in the house.
“Nigga, can you come on?”
“Here, I come. Little faggot put up a fight,” he lied as he dusted himself off.
When I heard the tires burning rubber out of there, I came out and walked over to Lonnie and Ash. Though I was about to kill them anyway, the way it happened was all fucked up.
I wasn’t confused about shit. I knew exactly how he knew so much of my business. I ran into Ash’s room and grabbed the pistol that he kept in the mattress.
Temple was about to die.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Malina
“Where are we?” I asked as Bishop opened the back door and slipped some handcuffs on me.
“I told you. Ft Lauderdale…”
“But what is this building?” I asked.
“An old abandoned motel,” he said as we walked to the back where an old shack was.
“Why are we here?” I asked.
“Just chill, Malina.”
We walked, and when we got to the shack, Bishop used a key to unlock the chain that was on the door.
“Okay, so what now?”
“Look,” he said, pushing me inside and closing the door behind us.
“What the fuck?” I asked as I walked closer and saw that Bishop had his mother in there tied up and bruised.
“Wake up, ma,” Bishop said as he sat across from her on an old beat down couch.
I was scared to sit. It felt moist and nasty in there.
His mother looked like she had been there for days. Judging by the fecal matter and urine on the floor, Bishop hadn’t untied her. Not even to piss and shit.
“Bishop, get me out of here,” she said in a faint voice.
“Why is she in Florida?” I asked.
“I paid for the bitch a flight here and told her to enjoy a week on the beach, but brought her here instead.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Why not? The only time the bitch loves me is when I’m spending money on her. She don’t love me like she loves AJ,” Bishop said.
If this was a cartoon, smoke would be coming from his ears. That’s how mad he was.
“That’s… not true,” his mom struggled to say.
She couldn’t even hold her head up.
“So this is what it’s all about, huh?” I asked.
“What?” he asked with the gun massaging his temple.
“You feel like no one loves you.”
“You don’t know shit!” He went into manic mode and started flipping out on me, so I backed against the wall and shut the hell up.
“Why don’t you love me, Mom? Huh?”
“I… I… I love you,” she said.
“No you don’t.”
“Why’d… you let AJ… take the fall for… something you… did.”
“I didn’t ask him to do it, ma. I told AJ to stay home and chill that night, but he came anyway. And when we left the place, I told him not to go through the back, but he did. So they got him on camera. Not me.”
“Who fed them to the dogs?” I asked. I had to know.
“I did, silly,” he said with much laughter.
“AJ’s a dumb ass. That’s why. Always wanna be in the mix. Tryna be a gangsta. He didn’t snitch because he wanted me to feel proud of him… dumb ass nigga. In prison for life to prove a point. He gets no respect.”
“That’s your brother!” His mother found the strength to yell.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
“Bishop! That was your m—”
“What? My mother?” He asked as he hopped up, ran over to me and slammed his gun into my mouth.
“You… just killed your mother,” I cried as I rubbed my head on the dirty wall to sooth the pain.
“Just to show you that y’all shouldn’t take shit I do personal. If I can kill my own mom, what the fuck makes you feel like I should care about killing you, Divine, Nyssa, PJ, or anybody else?”
“It don’t have to be like this,” I said as I pushed myself off the wall.
“Let’s go.”
He pulled me by the arm. When we got back to the car, he threw me in the back seat.
“Bishop, it’s okay,” I said as we sped off.
“Shut up, Malina. Just shut up.”
“You wanted Divine first, didn’t you?” I asked.
That was the only explanation for putting her through all of this. He didn’t answer me. He just adjusted the rearview and looked at me with sinister eyes. Suddenly, we swerved off the road into a secluded field. He hopped out and cocked his gun.
“Bishop, no! I’m sorry!” I yelled as he dragged me out the back seat by my hair.
He dragged me until we reached the middle of the field.
“Yeah, I wanted her first. Why? Huh? What’s it to you?” he asked.
I flinched when I saw him lean down because I thought he was about to hit me. But he sat beside me and lowered his head into his palms.
“You can’t keep doing this,” I said as I laid my head onto his broad shoulders.
“I can’t stop.”
“It’s never too late.”
“Why would she choose AJ over me? I asked her out first.”
“AJ… AJ captured her heart.”
“I could have done that. She didn’t give me the chance.”
“That’s the reason you started messing with Nyssa, right? ’Cause you couldn’t get Divine. So you got someone close to her.”
“And she ended up hurting me too. Now Divine all in love with that Chola bitch. I just keep taking losses. It’s all bad,” he said.
He set the gun down on the side of him, but I was still handcuffed.
“Look at me,” I said. He didn’t so I said it again. “Look at me, Bishop.”
“What?” he asked as he finally looked over at me
“Un-cuff me,” I said.
“Why?”
“Trust me. Just do it.”
He un-cuffed me. The first thing I did was wrap my arms around him and held him tight.
“When was the last time someone held you?” I asked.
“It’s been years.”
“Oh, Bishop,” I said as I held him even tighter.
Next thing I knew, he was on top of me, ripping off my clothes. He started kissing all over my bruised face.
“What do you want from me?” he asked as he stopped the kisses. I was now butt naked.
“I want you to know how important you are,” I whispered into his ear.
“You not mad at me?” he asked, slipping his dick inside of me.
“For what?”
“I killed your cousin, almost got you killed, and some whole other shit.” He was now gripping my ass.
I wrapped my legs around his waist as he penetrated me deeper. I cried out as he hit my spot.
“I’m just angry, Malina. I’m so… fucking… angry,” he said with each pump.
“Take your anger out on me. Nobody else. Me,” I said as he flipped me over on my stomach and entered me from behind. With each pump, he slammed harder and harder into my pussy.
“Ahh, fuck, Malina,” he grunted.
“Fuck me, Bishop,” I moaned as my ass cheeks starting making clapping noises against his body.
“Fuck!” He yelled as he pulled my hair and fucked me so hard that my stomach started to cramp up.
“Like that, Bishop. Fuck me. Fuck me so hard,” I moaned, out of breath.
“Malina. Shit, girl,” he grunted as saliva dripped onto my back.
I threw it back as he wrapped his hands around my waist and went deeper inside of me.
“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee,” I said as I came hard.
“Fuck!” He grunted as he pulled out and nutted in the grass. He got up, pulled his pants back up and then slapped the cuffs right back on me. But not before he put my clothes back on me.
“Wait, where are we going?” I asked.
“Back to Miami. I’m still holding you for ransom.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Neiman
“Divine,” I said as I shook her lightly to wake her up. She finally opened her eyes.
“Neiman? Are you kidding me?”
“I need a favor,” I said.
She leaned over and looked at the bright red numbers on the digital clock.
“It’s four in the morning. What, Neiman?”
“Just give me the keys to the SUV.”
“Over there,” she whined and threw the pillow over her head. “Shut my door.”
“Okay,” I said as I shut the door to her room and left.
Glory had me fucked up. Fucking me and then leaving. But he fucked up and took a nap before leaving. I went through his phone and found Pinky’s address. Damn right I was on my way over there.
As I got into the SUV, I put the address in My Maps and let some slow jams play. Pinky was actually a really pretty girl. That’s why I didn’t believe Glory when he told me that he wasn’t in love with her. So let me get this straight… she’s beautiful, he can’t leave her alone, and they actually get along. But he’s not in love and doesn’t want to be with her? How? What type of shit did they have going on? I had never seen anything like it before. But I sure was ’bout to confront her and find out.
I told myself that I wouldn’t be doing this over any nigga ever again. But here I was… pulling up at her loft. When I parked my car, Glory was pulling up too.
“Shit,” I whispered to myself as I watched him get out the car.
He walked straight to my SUV and opened the door.
He smiled. “What you doing here, love?”
“Same reason you here,” I said.
“Yeah? We’ll see,” he said as he gently pulled my hand and helped me out of the truck. “Lock the door.”
“Okay,” I said as I locked the door.
“Come on.”
“Where we going?” I asked.
“Somewhere you wanna go. You wanna talk to Pinky, right?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Well, that’s what’s ’bout to happen.”
“For what?” I asked.
He stopped and looked at me. “What you mean for what?”
“Why are you so openly leading me in here?” I asked.
“It’s what you wanted.”
He pulled my hand and we continued walking in silence. What in the actual fuck had I gotten myself into? I knew I wanted to confront her but I didn’t know it would happen like this.
“Is this it?” I asked when we stopped at a door.
“Yeah, knock,” he said with a smile.
So I knocked. I didn’t know what to expect. Surely Glory wouldn’t let this girl whoop my ass.
Finally, the door came swinging open. I can tell she was expecting Glory, judging by the pink thong and see through bra that she had on. Her hair looked like she had just got it done in some pink Goddess locs with hair jewelry. Her breasts sat up so nice and perky with some wide hips. She smelled heavenly.
“What’s going on?” she asked Glory as he pushed me inside and shut the door behind him.
“Neiman, this is Pink
y. Pinky, this is Neiman.”
“Who is Neiman?”
Glory looked at me and smiled. “Tell her who you are, Neiman.”
“I… I… um… I—”
“Don’t freeze up now. Who are you?” Pinky asked with her arms crossed.
“Glory,” I said, wanting him to help me out a little bit.
“This is what you wanted, right? Tell her. I ain’t stopping you,” he said as he sat on the couch and pulled his dreads back.
“I’m Neiman,” I said to Pinky.
“Okay, I understand that. But who are you? Why are you here with Glory at this time?”
“I’m supposed to be his woman.” I finally said it.
Pinky didn’t even look shocked. She looked over at Glory. “Is this your woman?”
He nodded his head. “Yeah.”
“Okay, so what now?” she asked.
She looked over at Glory but he looked at me. So she looked at me too.
“What happens now, Neiman?” Glory asked.
“I want you to leave her alone,” I said proudly.
“And I told you that’s not happening,” he said.
“Look, if you respect me, I’ll respect you. He admitted to you being his woman and he just told you that he’s not leaving me alone. And I’m not leaving him alone,” Pinky said, looking at me dead in the eyes.
“What type of shit is this?” I asked, looking over at Glory.
He shrugged. “It’s the truth, Neiman. I’m not begging you to be with me. But I wanna be with you. I told you that all damn night when I was fucking you. But I wanna see Pinky from time to time. And I just don’t want you to be misled. For the hundredth time, the ball is in your court. You wanna stick with a nigga or what?”
“While you be with both of us?” I asked.
“He’s not with me. He clearly said you’re his woman. I just want him in my life,” Pinky said as she walked over to Glory and sat in his lap.
“How in the fuck is this okay to you two?” I asked as Pinky dropped to her knees and pulled Glory’s dick out of his sweat pants.
“It could all be so simple,” Glory said as he leaned back and let his eyes roll to the back of his head.
“Glory!” I yelled, but they both had tuned me out. I couldn’t believe this shit!
I walked over to him, but all he did was pull me onto him and started kissing me. I wanted to stop him but I couldn’t resist his touch. Pinky climbed on the couch and started removing my clothes. When she got my shirt off, she starting to suck on my nipples until they were hard.
