by Nicety
This person that was taunting me, haunting me, didn’t appear to be backing down from letting me know that they knew about my past. I couldn’t escape it or run from it any longer. They had to be silenced. In the back of my mind, I hoped like hell it was Violet. She needed to get what was coming to her for all the wrong she had done to the people around her.
Yeah, she had her hang-ups too where people fucked her over but that was no reason to fuck up other people’s lives in the process. The karma you put out into the universe comes back tenfold regardless of whether or not it’s positive or negative. Judging by the amount of mess I had to clean up, this was my karma coming back to me.
But I was about to send that shit back ‘return to sender’. I had better things to do with my life to make up for the bullshit I did in my past. It was over and done with and I was a better person now. No one was going to make me pay for some shit I couldn’t change. I’ve learned from my mistakes and had moved on. It this was Violet’s silly way of trying to extort me to be with her, she had another damn thing coming.
Moments Later
Violet
“What is it you want, Violet? Huh? Is it money? ‘Cause I’ve got money. Adrial gave $50,000 to hand you over and—“
“Blood money? That son of a bitch paid you? And now you wanna offer me my own blood money to get me out of your face?” I scoffed at her suggestion. “You really are a cold blooded bitch, you know that.”
“Com’ on baby. You’re a money hungry bitch just like I am. Nothing makes sense if it don’t lead with dollars to you so don’t sleep on this opportunity. I can make you a very rich woman.” Her hands shook wildly, nervous as shit.
“With $50,000? Ha. I don’t think so,” I laughed pacing and staring at the dirty carpet. “Now that life insurance policy that you’ve got through your retirement worth a half million dollars… Well now that’s money that I’m ready to talk about.”
“My life insurance? You little bitch. You can’t kill me. I made you. Don’t you understand that? If it weren’t for me you wouldn’t even be half the woman you are today,” Cookie coughed violently, putting her half smoked cigarette out in the ashtray as she leaned forward. “You owe everything you are to me.”
I studied her. She was right. Everything I was, I was because of her. Had she not been the shitty, neglectful, drug addicted mother that she was, I might not have been the thirsty attention seeking lovesick chick that I was. I hit the streets early in life looking for love in all the wrong places and a sponsor to go along with it. Cookie was no positive role model so I had to get it how she taught me, alone.
Her life insurance would secure my life forever. Never again would I have to suck or fuck for a buck and depend on another motherfucka to take care of me. I would be able to fund a string of businesses to make myself my own boss. The sky would be the limit for me to make multiple streams of income and use men as my toys, my playthings and not the other way around. I would, for once, have the upper hand in life. Never again would I have to be just another side bitch to a nothing as man cheating on his wife or girlfriend and treating me like a urinal.
Lost in my thoughts of a better life with all that money, I hadn’t even focused on Cookie hunched over between her legs coughing up spit onto the floor. Her hand patted her knee and then the table constantly as she struggled to catch her breath. She looked up at me as I came around to the other side of the table to get a good look at what was going on with her. My head tilted slowly from side to side as I neared her, figuring exactly what she was feeling as I had seen this act before.
“Awe. What’s wrong, Cookie?” I asked in the sweetest little baby voice. “Having a heart attack are we?”
“Mmm. Mmm,” she muttered.
“No, a heart attack would be too good for you. Wouldn’t it?” I circled back around to the other side of the table. “No, you’re fine. You’re just having an asthma attack huh?”
I looked over at her asthma pump sitting on the computer desk all the way in the corner of the living room. She must have left it there when she was on one of her many Facebook hunts for a young hot man that was dumb enough to fuck her and put up with her shit. Leisurely, I made my way over to it staring at it as if it were the Holy Grail to all of my answers.
“Is this what you’re looking for, Cookie? Huh? Is this the thing that’s the most important to you right now?” I asked turning back to see her holding her arm out to me for it. “Oh. Should I get this to you really quickly?”
“Hmmm, mmmm,” Cookie heaved with one hand clenching the neck of her shirt.
Heading back her way, I stopped in front of her gazing down upon her near breathless body. She gasped for air like a fish having been out of water way too long. She was a guppy flapping her arms around hoping to gain even an ounce of air to save her life. Her eyes were bloodshot red and held a sense of fear that I knew all too well. It’s the fear of not being able to save your own life. Death was glaring her straight in the face and no matter how much she tried to fight it, it was inevitable.
"Not all dogs go to heaven, Cookie. Some of them actually go to hell. Make no mistake about where you're goin’," My tone remained calm. "See you when I get there bitch."
Cookie’s legs and arms tired and slowed its fluttering. Within seconds she was still with both eyes staring lackadaisically up at the ceiling as if she were talking to God hoping he would let her in the gate. I watched as her chest went from heaving up and down uncontrollably to barely pumping. Her mouth fell agape as she exhaled one small final breath before going completely limp. She was gone.
“Ding dong the witch is dead. Which old witch? The wicked witch,” I hummed quietly as I took a casual stride over to the house phone to finally call for the help she asked for. “Ding dong the wicked old witch is dead.”
“911. What’s your emergency?”
“Yes, please come quick. I came home and found my mother spread out on the couch not breathing. Please send somebody. Please,” I faked my erratic breathing as I spoke into the phone.
“Calm down ma’am. Help is on the way. Now can you tell me what happened?” The operator pressed on.
“No, I don’t know what happened. I just got here. All I know is that I came home from my boyfriend’s house and she was like this on the couch. Please, please hurry.”
“They’re coming ma’am. Just hang on tight. Okay? Now please tell me, do you know if she’s still alive?” The operator asked.
“I… I don’t think so. Her eyes are open. Oh… Oh my God. Oh God. Oh my God.” Dry heaves began to form in my throat. I guess I was laying it on a bit thick.
“Can you hear the sirens?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I hurried to the back bedroom where I knew Cookie would keep the money Adrial gave her.
Most of it was probably already tied up in her drug habit, but I wanted what was left of it. It was after all the money she owed to me for my very own blood. Too bad she wasn’t going to be the one to enjoy the shit. After searching the entire room, careful to put shit back how I found it in case the cops came snooping, I found the trash bag full of money in the darkest part of her closet.
The sirens were nearing as I speeded to my room burying the money along with the gun deep in underneath a hole in the floor underneath my carpet. All I had to do now was pray them motherfuckas just took her damn body and left. I couldn’t wait to get this shit over with so I could file for her life insurance policy and live happily ever after. It was about to be my time to shine, time to live a long happy and prosperous life.
“Okay ma’am the police and ambulance are at your front door. Please go open the door for them and good luck to you,” the operator said before I thanked her and hung up the phone.
“Rest in hell bitch,” I mimed with my lips as I yanked open the door ready to accept my Oscar for the greatest performance I was ever to put on.
Dawn, Saturday Morning
Mika
“I swear if you ever pull some crazy shit like that again, I’m gonna�
��. Ooo!” Ox pounced around the room punching the air with his fist, turning to me after stuffing his phone back down in his jeans pocket.
We had been sitting in the living room for hours. I felt like I was a wayward teen whose father had just caught her sneaking back in the house. He scolded me as such, taking hours to get his point across. But I dared not test him knowing how angry he was with the stupid shit I pulled. I tried to apologize but he was hearing none of it.
He wasn’t the type to ever put his hands on a woman so I knew he was only getting his frustration out to keep from putting his hands on me. It wasn’t scary. I could never be afraid of him. But I knew I had pissed him off to no end this time and from her fuming disposition, Deidra as well. I was only trying to do what I felt was right in my heart. But apparently it turned out to be the stupidest mistake I could have ever thought to do.
“Ox, I said I’m sorry. Please baby, just let me explain—“
“There’s no explaining this shit, Mika. You were careless, thoughtless, and irresponsible with your own life and the motherfuckas lives that truly give a shit about you. I told you to wait. I told you to play this shit cool. But you just so damn hardheaded.” He marched around the couch, yelling at the top of his lungs. “I will not be with you if you can’t listen and trust me. I refuse to go through this shit with you.”
He continued on about how disappointed he was with my actions. After I had done it, I was damn disappointed in myself. I never meant to try to hurt him or anyone else. I certainly didn’t mean to put Deidra’s life in danger. This shit was my burden to bear. It was no one else’s problem. Apart of me felt like they just jumped too quickly at the chance to help me anyway. I guess Ox’s love ran just that deep for me.
Ox stared into my eyes making sure that I knew that he meant every single word he said. Deidra shook her head never relinquishing the irritated look on her face while her knee bobbed up and down heatedly. Her eyes met with Ox’s seemingly discussing an unspoken message as she got up in a flash to leave the room. When she was gone, something inside of me crashed. There was a lump caught in the back of my throat that wouldn’t swallow down no matter how hard I tried. He pivoted on his heels slowly facing me once more.
“Ox, you’ve gotta know that I never meant—“
“You put my sister in danger.” He blustered.
“What? How was I supposed to know that she was going to be there? I didn’t know that she was following me,” I countered.
“Yeah, I had to have someone on your ass who talk some fucking sense into you. You refuse to listen to reason, Mika. You so wrapped up in your own feelings that you ain’t even focusing on shit else.” His anger exuded through the twisted expression on his face.
“I know I’ve let Keylan’s death consume me. You’re right. I couldn’t think of or see shit else but getting the revenge that I wanted. Is it so bad that I want to see that motherfucker pay for what he’s down to my son?”
“You know damn well I want that just as much as you do, Mika. But what you did a few hours ago was unforgivable. You’re too grown for that shit. I shouldn’t have to send somebody to watch you like a little ass kid. You’re a grown ass fucking woman. Nobody has to hold your hand through life.” Ox turned his back on me exhaling heavily. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this shit but…”
“Ox? I know you aren’t about to say what I think you’re about to say to me.”
“You don’t listen, Mika. You wanna do this shit on your own? So I need to let you go so you can do exactly what you wanna do. I ain’t doing shit but stressing myself out trying to get you to see things my way. I need a queen on my team who is ready for me. I don’t think that’s you.” He plopped down on the couch giving each of the five goons leaning against the walls the eye to leave the room.
“Ox… Baby… Don’t say what I think you’re about to say,” I begged sliding over to him on the couch. “I know you sent everyone away so you could break up with me and give me the dignity that you feel I deserve and I appreciate that. But we’ve been through too much in such a short amount of time to just give up this shit now baby.”
I could see it all in his face as he gawked at my eyes. I tried like hell not to allow any tears to fall as I pleaded for him to stay with me but it was too late. They had already exited my eyes and began streaming down my chunky cheeks. Taking one of his hands in mine, I rubbed it soothingly hoping he saw sincerity and truth in my eyes. I couldn’t see my life without him anymore. It was right then that I grasped hold of how much I truly felt for this man and how much he truly meant to me. I was beyond grateful for everything that he had done for me and more.
We sat staring into each other’s eyes in complete and utter silence for what seemed like forever. It was as if he was cursing me out with his mind refusing to move his lips to speak. Rubbing his leg and hand simultaneously wasn’t helping to sway the amount of anger written all over his face. He didn’t have to say a single word. I knew I had fucked up royally.
“Ox, please say something baby. Say something to me,” I whispered beckoning him to speak. “Say something, anything.”
“I’m done with you, Mika.”
“What?” My heart sank. "No, please, no."
Breathing all of a sudden no longer became a necessity. As if losing my son wasn’t enough, now I was about to lose the one good man that I had ever had in my life. Tears streamed from my eyes like tiny wide rivers. I couldn’t get past him trying to quit me at such a very vulnerable time in my life. I was losing too many people, too many that meant everything to me.
“You can’t leave me, Ox. I refuse to let you go. I won’t let you go,” I snapped through my cries. “I love you.”
“You love me? Oh so you only love me when your back is against the wall and you’re about to lose me?” He asked.
“No, I just… I just realized how much you truly mean to me, how much I need and want you in my life. I can’t let you go like this Ox. I need you baby.” I put all my cards on the table regardless of how it made me look. I wanted him. He was mine and there was nothing that could stand in my way of having such a great man.
“I can’t. I can’t deal with you doing crazy shit like that, Mika.”
“I promise you, baby, I’ll never do some stupid shit like that again,” I said as I lowered my knees to the floor slithering in between his legs. “I’ll never disobey what you say and I’ll always listen to you from here on out.”
“Twice you’ve done what you wanted to do, Mika. What I'm supposed to trust you now for?” He asked watching as I nonchalantly unbuckled his jeans.
“I’ll never go against you again baby. Never. I promise.”
I could sense him trying to resist even though he made no real conscientious effort to stop me. Once I finagled his dick out of his jeans and boxers, immediately I went to work. My lips formed a human suction cup, scrolling up and down his shaft with my tongue. It wasn’t going to fix everything that I had done. But I needed it to get me back on his good side enough for him to take the shit back that he had said at the very least. I knew how and when to submit to a man when he needed it and had no problems doing it. I couldn’t lose this man and I was willing to scrape the skin off my knees while I sucked his dick, making them bruised and bloody before I let him go.
“You like that baby?” I asked popping up for second then going right back down bobbing on his now rock hard dick. He moaned heavily, panting hard as his hand made its way to the top of my head guiding my motions. “Does this feel good?”
My hand kept running up and down his cock. He couldn’t speak, he was entranced by my hands jerking him off. I took this as a good sign and opened my mouth for some delicious meat.
“Damn, baby. That feels amazing,” he stuttered as I took him all the way inside my mouth. His dick hit the back of my throat, making me gag, but I loved it. If I had to choke on anything, I would choose his dick.
I licked his entire shaft up and down, getting it nice and wet. My tongue never wanted to l
eave his warm stick. It was huge in my mouth and his size stretched my lips forcing me to suck on his cock like a giant lollipop. I could feel my pussy aching as it grew wetter and wetter. I longed to have him inside me, but his pleasure was top priority at the moment.
My hands moved to his balls caressing and squeezing them gently. He moaned as his hands found the back of my head. I could tell he was enjoying my little relaxation technique. He pushed my head closer to his crotch, making me take him all the way again. My mouth was getting fucked by a giant dick and I couldn't have been any happier. I kept slurping up his dick, swirling my tongue around the head.
“You gonna fucking make me cum,” he growled as he kept his hand on the back of my head.
I took my hand from his balls and began rubbing his cock as my tongue licked the head. I wanted him to cum deep in my throat. I could feel him tense up as I squeezed my cheeks allowing them to cave in while I sucked him.
“Fuck,” he grunted as he shot his hot, creamy cum into the back of my throat.
The cum kept erupting out of his cock, filling my mouth up with salty deliciousness. I didn’t pull away, I wanted every last drop. I continued sucking him, draining his cock for all of his cum. My mouth was filling up as his grip on the back of my head grew stronger.
I finally pulled away, stood up and opened my mouth. I swirled my tongue around my mouth, showing him his own cum. I winked at him while I swallowed his creamy goodness casually. He tasted so damn yummy and the next time I sucked his cock, I wanted it to be covered in my hot pussy juices.
“What the fuck,” he panted as I kissed him on the lips.
“Feel less stressed now baby?” I asked politely batting my eyes his way.
