by Mz. Lady P
This little piggy got me fucked up
This little piggy shot my man
This little piggy touched what didn’t belong to her
This little piggy took my son from me
This little piggy beat my son
I went on and on until this bitch didn’t have a finger left on her hands. I raised up off of her head and went back and sat in the chair I was sitting in. I propped my feet up on the table and watched as she twitched on the floor. There was a bottle of Patron on the table. I opened it and drank straight from the bottle. I was on such a fucking high I didn’t know how to come down. Watching this bitch Ava die right before my eyes gave me the best fucking orgasm ever. I flamed up another blunt and smoked the bitch to the head. My mind was going into overdrive as I thought about my husband fighting for his life and the way this bitch put our family through all of this fucking heartache. The sound of her moaning and groaning was getting on my fucking nerves. I jumped up and dragged that bitch towards the guillotine. She wasn’t even struggling or shit. Killing her was not as fun as I anticipated it to be. I wanted her to talk shit and beg for her life. I got none of that from her. I bet if I was Remy she would be pulling out all the stops. All that mouth this bitch has, come to find out she was not about that life. I positioned her head on the guillotine. I grabbed the rope and released it, cutting the bitch’s head off instantly. The impact of the blade made her head roll across the room. At the same time Peanut and Boo was walking through the door.
“What the fuck Rose`! How come you didn’t wait for us?” Peanut said as I watched him and Boo look down at Ava’s head in disbelief.
“Y’all took too long. Let’s go. Madear and my Daddy’s flight just landed. Do whatever it is y’all do when y’all take out the trash. That hoe is most definitely trash.” I knocked back a shot and placed my Gucci glasses on my face. I walked out of there without an ounce of remorse or a care in the world. That bitch had me so heated I wanted to bring her ass back to life and kill the bitch all over again.
I’m so happy my grandma and my daddy have come out here to help me with the kids. I need them so much right now. They were both so upset about Remy’s situation. Madear claimed she had some type of healing oil that would make him better, but I really didn’t believe that it could. I know that my father is going to cry tears of joy when he sees Remy Jr. When I gave birth to him my father was there every day. All he kept talking about was taking him fishing and teaching him how to throw a football. My father is going to spoil both of those boys rotten. After picking them up from the airport, we headed straight to my house.
“This house is huge. How in the hell do you stay in here by yourself?” Madear was walking around in awe of the house.
“I be scared sometimes but I just put all the kids in the bed with me.”
“How is it going being the mother to Remy’s other son?” I knew that was going to be a question from Madear. There was no way she would let that shit slide.
“At first it was hard but I’m okay with it. Romeo is the sweetest little thing. That’s my son as well. I have to do right by Remy because he has always done right by me. I can’t wait until he wakes up and sees his sons. The last time he saw them was when he got shot by the bitch Ava.”
“I’m very proud of you Rose`. You’ve really come into your womanhood. Regardless of how much you love Remy, I know it’s hard to look at his child he had with another woman. No matter what, you’re doing the right thing by looking after the little boy. God is going to bless you for that.” Hearing Madear say that she was proud of me made me feel so good. I had finally shown her my growth as a woman. It warmed my heart to know that she acknowledged me for that.
“Thank you so much.” I reached over and hugged her as tight as I could, shedding tears. They were happy tears that ended up being sad tears. The fact that my husband might not ever wake up was starting to weigh heavily on my mind.
“Shhhh! Stop all that crying. He is going to be just fine. You got to keep the faith.”
“He hasn’t had any improvements Madear. His doctors want me to pull the plug on him. They keep saying that he is suffering. That’s the last thing I want for him. Do you think he’s suffering Madear?” I wiped my tears away with my shirt and laid my head on her shoulders.
“I don’t know if he’s suffering or not. What I do know is that God has the finally say so. Evidently he’s not done with him yet. Take this oil and go wipe him down from head to toe. I guarantee you he will wake up from this.” I took the oil from her and placed it inside of my purse. Later that night I went back to the hospital and I poured the whole damn bottle on him. I even rubbed it all in his dreads. I climbed in bed with him and kissed him all over his face. Before I drifted off to sleep, I said a prayer for the oil to work and help him to wake up. The next morning I woke up and he was still in the same state. I needed to get home to the kids. Seeing their faces gave me so much life. I washed Remy up and changed his gown. I refused to let the nurses clean him up. I kissed and told him I loved him before leaving the hospital. As I drove my phone began to ring. I looked at the screen and declined the call. It was mother. I wasn’t in the mood right now for a reunion. I had other shit on my mind. Mainly, whether or not I was going to pull the plug on my husband to stop his suffering.
Chapter 17- Boo
I’ve been fucked up behind Remy lying up in that hospital bed. He has to get his ass up. That’s my nigga right there. He has done so much for all of us. It’s not even about that though. Remy is one of the realest niggas that I know. He makes you want to aim higher with this hustling shit. He has the key to every motherfucking city we go to. Majority of the weight is either getting supplied by him or that nigga Thug. But it’s not about the drug trade with him. Remy is about his legit businesses. He works his ass off to make sure all of his business ventures are successful. He has some of the biggest politicians in his pockets and that helps his businesses and his organizations run smoothly. Remy has come too far to leave all he has worked for behind. Not to mention his wife and three kids. They need that man like they need air. Rose` has been trying her best to be strong but I know that she’s dying slowly. Long as she has her family everything we’ll be okay, but we can’t feel the void if Remy checks out; so that nigga has to get up out that jam.
Besides handling shit in the street and making sure money is still flowing, I’ve been dealing with Honey and her bipolar ass attitude. One minute she’s all over me trying to swallow my dick and the next she’s trying to cut my shit off. I don’t know how much more I can take. Since being down here in Miami, I’ve been fucking with this little stripper bitch named Passion I met at the King of Diamonds. I had been at her crib for the last two days. I swear I was fucking up because I love my baby Honey. I just can’t deal with some of the shit she does. Her mouth is so fucking disrespectful. I’ve been trying my best not to hit her but the shit has been hard. It’s like she’s provoking me to beat her ass. So the other day after our argument I left and haven’t called or answered any of her calls. The only reason I’m going home is because Madear called and cursed my ass out. As I drove home, Passion was sending me pics of her pretty, pink ass pussy, not to mention a video of her squirting. That shit made me want to do a U-turn and head back to her crib. That bitch definitely had that wet wet.
When I pulled up into our driveway, I needed to mentally prepare myself for the battle royale. Honey was probably sitting on the couch with a damn butcher knife. I smoked a blunt to the face before I went inside. The house smelled good as hell. I went into the kitchen and looked inside the pots that were on the stove. There was greens, dressing, ham, and baked macaroni. Madear had to come over here and cook because Honey’s ass can’t boil water without fucking it up. I wanted to eat but I needed to take a quick shower. The house was huge so there was no telling what part of the house Honey was in. I took that as an opportunity to get in the shower without her trying to smell a nigga’s dick. She got that shit bad. Yvette fucked it up for all niggas doi
ng that shit to Jodi in the movie Baby Boy. After getting out the shower I was surprised to find Honey lying in bed with nothing on but a pair of leopard print Red Bottoms.
She sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed, gesturing for me to come closer to her. She grabbed my dick and began to stroke it with her soft, freshly manicured nails. I don’t know about other niggas but the sight of a woman’s painted nails stroking up and down my dick is sexy as fuck.
“I missed you so much,” Honey said in between the kisses she was planting on the head of my dick. She slid her mouth all the way down on it. I could feel her bottom lip touching my balls. I had to move her hair out her face so that I could get the full view of her taking all me in without gagging.
“Get up in the bed and touch the motherfucking ceiling!” At first I looked at her ass like she was crazy but then I remembered she loved that dominatrix type of shit. I stood up in the bed and I touched the ceiling with both hands. She started going crazy all over my shit. She was sucking like her life depended on it. She started to suck on my balls and I couldn’t take it. I had to grab her hair.
“Ahhhh shit bae!”
“Hands off motherfucker! Didn’t I tell your ass to touch the ceiling?” She knocked my hands away and went back in. Not long after I was cumming all down her throat. She stood up and pushed me down on the bed. She grabbed some ties that she had on the nightstand. At the same time she had slid on my dick and was slowly bouncing up and down.
“Can I tie you up baby?” I was a little skeptical at first but the way she was fucking me had a nigga thinking with the wrong head.
“Hell yeah. You can do whatever you want to me. You not mad at Daddy anymore?”
“Of course not. You know I can’t stay mad at you for too long.” Honey continued to ride me slowly as she ties my hands to the headboard. She spent around with my dick still inside of her and rode me backwards, as she tied my feet to the footboard. At this time, she just started bouncing all over me like she was riding a horse.
“That’s right, ride that dick just like that. I’m about to nut all up in that fat motherfucker. I love the fuck out you Akira.” I couldn’t believe I was saying her real name. Yeah, that pussy had a nigga gone. Moments later we both came. She hopped up and ran into the bathroom; I assumed to grab a towel to clean us up. After a couple of minutes she came out of the bathroom and headed towards the closet.
“Where my towel at?”
“Get your own towel motherfucker!” Here she goes with that bi-polar shit again. She came out of the closet dressed in a wife beater, jeans, and gym shoes. She grabbed the chair from her vanity and set at the edge of the bed. She flamed up a blunt and started smoking.
“What the fuck is you doing? Come untie me man. You on some bullshit.” I knew I never should have let her ass tie me up.
“Fuck you nigga. Bullshit is what you’ve been on for the last two days. Did you really think you could just come back home and shit would be cool after you been with that bitch Passion? Yeah, I know all about the bitch. One thing about the stripper world we know each other from doing shows. Did you forget I lived here before moving to Chicago? We used to work together and we’re friends on Instagram and Facebook. Well imagine my surprise when she posted a video of some big, black dick nigga fucking the shit out of her. She did a good ass job of not showing your face as you fucked her in all of her holes. I never would have known had I not looked closer and noticed the Audamar and pinky ring I brought you for your birthday.
It’s amazing how you fucked her without a condom on, but I’m your woman and up until recently, it was a must you wore a condom when we had sex. I gave up my lifestyle that I was comfortable with to be with you. Silly of me to think that you could ever do right by me. After all, I am just some stripper bitch you saved.” I couldn’t even respond because I was caught. The only thing I could do was let her get all the shit off of her chest. I have never seen her cry but at that very moment I thought I saw tears welling up in her eyes.
“Untie me so we can talk about this.” She stood up and walked towards me. I thought she was about to untie me. Instead she punched my ass so hard that my nose and lip was bleeding. I watched her take out her phone and started taking pics of me while I was tied up. She even took one next to me with them ugly ass duck lips. I swear I was going kill this bitch. I started going crazy trying to get loose.
“I swear to God I’m going to kill you bitch!
“Awww you big mad or lil’ mad.” I watched as she pulled her luggage from the closet. Her ass was about to leave me and no matter what a nigga had done, I didn’t want her to do that. Not because I was tied up but because I really did love her ass. I just couldn’t deal with her attitude.
“Don’t leave like this. Just untie me so that I can at least explain.” I was trying my best to get her ass to untie me but she wasn’t going. Not period.
“There is nothing to talk about. And to think I wanted to be your wife and give you as many babies as you wanted. Goodbye Brion.”
“Honeyyyy! Bring your ass back here and untie me.” I called her ass as loud as I could. Right before she left I heard her cut on the air conditioner. Her ass was trying to freeze me to death. I had no idea I was going to be tied up for two whole days. After not haring from me for two days Madear got worried. Her and Peanut had the police kick the door in. I was so embarrassed when they found me laying in my own waste. Two days without food or water, I was sick as hell. Honey better stay far away from me. I’m so mad that I could shoot her ass. I know the way I was living was whack but she didn’t have to get a nigga back like that.
Chapter 18- Honey
I had to get as far away from Boo and the rest of the family as I could. I wasn’t mad at the rest of the family. I just knew they would do everything in their power to change my mind about leaving. I’m mad at myself for falling in love with a nigga like Boo. He made a bitch fall in love with his charm. I should have known his fine ass was going to break a bitch’s heart. The sight of him fucking that bitch hurt my heart so bad. I wanted to cry but I refused to cry, especially in front of him. I vowed to never cry over anyone or anything after my mother sold me to pay for a drug debt. I cried every day as that man made me do ungodly things to him. I never thought I would live a normal life once I got out of his clutches. I met Remy back in Miami and he offered me a job at his new club in Chicago. I packed up my shit quick as hell. I love living in Chicago and I loved the money that I made at the Kitty Kat. I never mixed business with pleasure. Boo just had to come along and make me fall in love with him. So much for a happily ever after.
I caught the first flight out of Miami back to the Chi. Here I am lying in the recovery room at Planned Parenthood. Despite wanting this baby I knew it was a bad idea to have it. I blame myself for getting pregnant because Boo wasn’t ready for kids and his actions showed it. I don’t feel bad for not telling him about the pregnancy. I doubt that he would have a care in the world anyway. I thought that I would feel bad after I killed my baby but I actually don’t. It just didn’t feel right bringing a baby into the world under these circumstances. Hopefully, God will forgive me for this and bless me with the chance to be a mother when the time is right.
Once I was able to leave the clinic I headed straight to the house that Boo and I shared. When we made things official I broke my lease and moved in with him. My life was here and in Miami. I had powered my phone off right after I uploaded the pictures of Boo tied up to Instagram and Facebook. My pages was doing numbers. People had started making memes of the picture. The shit was funny as hell. I know Boo is mad as hell but I don’t care. That motherfucker had to pay for fucking with my heart. I don’t feel bad about anything I did.
I was in so much pain from the abortion that all I wanted to do was lay down and rest. Before dozing off I listened to my voicemails. Surprisingly, I didn’t have any from Boo. I did however have some from Neicee and Rose`. They sounded worried about me. I would call them tomorrow and let them know where I am. The next messa
ges were from Madear talking about I tried to kill her baby and how she was going to kick my ass because he now had a bad cold from me cutting that air conditioner on. I couldn’t do shit but laugh because Madear was dead ass serious. I loved that lady though. I would place a call to her as well. I would never blatantly disrespect her. She has been the parent I never had in my life. I hope and pray that she never finds out I had an abortion; she would definitely beat my ass for that.
*****
I was lying in bed asleep but I had a feeling that someone was in the room with me. When I jumped up Boo was standing over my bed with a gun in his hand.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Don’t say a motherfucking thing to me. Let’s go right now! Get the fuck up and put your clothes on before I beat your ass.”
“I’m not going nowhere with you. Take your low down ass back to Miami and fuck that bitch. I’m not fucking with you nigga.” I laid back down and pulled the covers over my head. Before I knew it he was yanking me out of the bed by my hair.
“You think I’m playing with you bitch?”
“Let me go motherfucker!” I was kicking and screaming trying my best to get out of his grasp but he had a death grip on my hair. He was pulling my shit so hard that tears were coming from my eyes. Without hesitation, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder carrying me out of the house. All I had on was panties and a damn T-shirt.
