by Sa'id Salaam
"Impressive!" He exclaimed standing to accept and inspect the hardware.
"I'll say!" Sincerity gushed at the bulge in his pants.
"So, tell me about these niggas who robbed my people?" Killa asked shifting attention from his dick: Momentarily anyway.
"Well, their ring leader is Tay, Ms. Jeans’s grandson. Word is he was dating your niece and lifted the keys, waited till they were out and hit'em up. Yo shorty snuffed him in front of building 1440 but his boys jumped in. Beat that girl like a grown man!" She said hotly.
"What's up with that niece of mine?" He asked curiously.
"A-yo lil mama a trip!" Sincerity laughed. "She beat up a couple chics out here; now she their leader. But yo.......there's something in her eyes......same thing I see in yours. Word is bond, if you weren't here that business would get handled by her!"
"Same thing in my eyes?" Killa asked. He hoped not because he sees dead people. He stood to leave and handle his business which was his pleasure.
"Fall back through once you're done. I have something I wanna give you" Sincerity said nervously.
"Aww, you got me a present?" Killa chuckled.
"Been had it, I just now wanna give it to you. Want you to have it."
"Aight, Imma fall through once I'm done." He said. He planted a sisterly kiss on her forehead and slipped out into the night. "Let the killing begin!"
Chapter Three
The same pass key acquired many years back when Lil J had control of the projects allowed Kill to move freely through the housing complex. He used side and back doors restricted for maintenance to gain access to the building.
Rabbit was the first to go. He was so caught up in his video game that he didn't hear death enter his door. Killa was impressed that the teen had reached last level of the game. He had never made it that far himself so he watched for a few minutes.
"Yes! Yes!" Rabbit yelled as he soared past the old recorded and completed game.
"Bravo." Killa clapped then clapped him with the cannon. The slug tore into one of his shocked eyes and out the crater in the back of his head.
Killa turned to leave to make his round then stopped in his tracks. On a whim he grabbed the controller and put his own name on the high score. KILLA
Rabbit had a head start on his friends but Dee was next to join him. Killa stumbled upon him in the stairwell getting a sloppy blow job from a junky. The slurps and moans echoed in the hallow space. He looked up from the junky and saw Killa standing there. He frowned then opened his mouth to say something but the large bullet that sped into his open mouth had blown the words all over the wall behind him. Dee fell so fast he snatched the junky's dentures out with his dick.
“See, that's that bullshit! I ain't even got paid yet!" The crack addict protested.
"I don't think he'd mind if you took what he owes you out of his pockets." Killa offered apologetically. He was dead after all and didn't need cash for that.
One by one, Killa paid visits to all those involved in harming his family. Each and every one of them met a brutal end. The large caliber gun ensured closed caskets for all. On his way to see the guest of honor, he ran into the group of Fiver Percenters who peeped him coming in.
“Peace God." Their spokesman offered as Killa came upon them.
"Whatever." Killa huffed, eager to finish his business.
"A-yo what's today's mathematics?" Another asked, sticking his arm out to block his path. A slow murderous grin spread on his face at the violation.
"You tell me, since you god and all." Killa replied.
“The black man is the supreme Asiatic black man. See eighty-five percent of mankind is in darkness. Ten percent are in something and five percent are true and living gods. Feel me?" The third of the three explained.
"Ok, let me see if I got this straight. You guys are god? All of you?"
"True, true. Peace god." They all agreed.
Killa quickly pulled the gun and took ten percent of one of the Five Percenters face off. The next one lost his gold grill along with his life by the next shot. The last man was shaking so hard, the change in his pockets jangled lightly.
"Ok god, resurrect your friends." Killa demanded to the survivor. "Nooooo! God did not just pee his pants!"
"Peace god, peace." The pissy thug pleased desperately.
"God is one, say it!"
"Yeah, yeah, one God, one God." He repeated nodding eagerly. "Peace god."
"Piece you mean." Killa corrected and blew pieces of the thug onto the concrete.
"That was fun!" Killa giggled to himself as he set back off for his final victim of the night.
Killa used his pass key to open the front door to Tay's apartment. His grandmother was sitting in front of the TV sipping malt liquor when he slipped inside. Even with the plastic surgery, she recognized him instantly. She had, after all watched him grow up in these same projects.
"Figured you were coming." She nodded knowingly. "Told that boy a million times to cut his shit. Second room on the right."
"K, thanks." He said and headed off to complete his task.
Tay obviously intended to make his murder easy. He has smoked himself into a weed induced coma and lay mouth wide open on his bed. It wasn't open quite far enough and he lost two teeth when Killa slammed the silencer into his mouth. When it touched his tonsils, he was wide awake.
Tay moaned loudly from pain and fear. He knew in an instant who the angry man standing over him was. Growing up in High Bridge, he'd heard tales of the monster called Killa. He was urban legend status, the subject of bedtime stories.
"Eat your vegetables or Killa's coming to get you."
"You know who I am? Why am I here?" Killa growled.
"Mmm, mmm!" Tay nodded, taking the gun in his mouth up and down. "Mmmm, mmm." He repented desperately pointing towards his dresser.
"The dresser? Is that where my sweet old grandmother's stolen shit is?" Killa asked. He would be shocked if the kid hadn't already traded the valuable trinkets for chump change.
“Mmm, mmm!" Tay nodded again. He was thankful he hadn't sold the stuff yet. Now he could just give it back and get on with his life.
"Hold this!" Killa demanded.
"Hmh?" Tay frowned at the curious command.
"The gun, hold the gun." Killa ordered, lifting his trembling hand to hold the gun in his own mouth. "And if you take it out, I'm going to shove it up your ass!"
Tay held the gun firmly in place to both of their relief. He did not want it in his ass anymore than Killa wanted to put it there. He would have to though because he was a man of his word. If there's anything worse than having a pistol shoved down your throat, it would have to be having it shoved up your ass. Talk about heads or tails.
Instead of calming the killer, the sight of his grandmother's belongings in the thug's possession only fueled his anger. He had seen these pieces on her person. The thought of him selling her jewels for blunt money infuriated him even more.
"Is this what you did with my niece's money?" He asked holding up the gaudy chain and medallion. As funny as Tay holding the gun in his mouth while nodding was, Killa didn't laugh. "Aight yo, your friends are waiting on you."
Tay breathed a sigh of relief because he didn't know his friends were all already dead. They were at the gates of hell holding the door open for him. Killa came back over and took control of the gun. Instead of pulling it out he pulled the trigger, repeatedly.
The wall behind the teen was painted an interesting pattern of red and pink from the blood, bone and brain matter; an eclectic display of modern art that probably could've fetched a pretty penny in a gallery. Killa gathered up his grandmother's stuff along with the chain and weed purchased with the stolen money.
“All done?" Ms. Jean asked when Killa re-appeared in the front room.
"All done." He replied stoically as he studied her for the need to kill her too. He found none.
“Ok, tell Ms. Deidra I'm sorry 'bout all the mess." She offered sincerely.
&nbs
p; "I'm sorry about the mess too."
****
The project pass key didn't work at Grandma's house but no worries because he was expected. A coded knock alerted Deidre that her beloved grandson was here. She smiled brightly as she rushed to open the door.
"Let me see you!" She gushed, taking his altered face in her small hands. "How are you baby?"
"Fine, how are you?" Killa asked, getting a well needed hug. No place is more comforting than a motherly hug. It's the safest place on the planet.
“I'm fine, better now that you're here. Are you just now getting here?" She asked.
"Nah, been here for a couple of hours. Had to make my rounds." Killa replied, putting her jewels in her hand.
“My ice!" Deidra cheered and began to inspect her pieces. "What about Cameisha's money?"
"Got that too." He replied referring to the weed he confiscated. From everything Sincerity had told him about the girl, she would know what to do with it. It was as good as cash in the right hands, and she had the right hands.
Killa was able to spend a few weeks with his notorious cousin, the original Dope Boy: Cameron Forrest. The two had bonded like brothers in their brief time together. Even when Cam had to disappear on the run, he was only a phone call away.
"I'll put her stuff in her room." Killa offered and went to his old room.
"Look at you lil mama." Killa chuckled, looking down on the sleeping girl. Her beauty made him smile despite the knots and lumps on her head. She looked far better than those who gave them to her.
Killa turned to return her belongings, putting weed and chain on the dresser. A curious noise that sounded like a tiny trumpet caught his ear. He wondered what it was until the smell caught up to it.
“Ugh, you rotten." Killa laughed and fled from the funk-filled room.
"Isn't she just adorable?" Deidre gushed about her beloved grand-daughter.
"She is. You cooked cabbage tonight huh?" Killa replied.
"Yes! How'd you know? Would you like a plate?"
"The girl told me, and no. I gotta push on." He replied with a lonely sigh. It was time to disappear back into the shadow he lived under.
“So soon?" his grandmother moaned so sadly he thought about kicking the girl out his room and moving home.
"Yeah, I gotta stop by and see Sincerity before I go."
"I see." Deidra nodded knowingly. "I assume you're the reason she is always watching and speaking to me. At first, I thought she wanted beef but she cool. Cameisha thinks the world of her."
“Yeah, she's good people. I asked her to keep an eye on you girls. I trust her." Killa said emphatically. In an instant grandma trusted her too. She still had to talk some shit though.
"Grandma can take care of herself!" She huffed indignantly. "Oh and that girl in there! Please!"
****
"Man, I hope this girl ain’t got them tiny ass shorts on." Killa griped in a classic 'Be careful what you wish for' scenario.
People often wish for things and it’s not quite what they want; like asking for rain and it rains for forty days and nights, or wishing for a man and he ends up being some bullshit, or wishing for a book deal and it's not what you thought it would be.
Again, a text message announced his approach and the sound of locks turning, greeting him as he made his way down the hallway. Killa got his wish and Sincerity didn't have the little shorts on. She didn't have on anything. She stood there for a second so her nakedness could register before turning away.
"Lock it behind you." She said as she walked back to her room.
Killa let out a sigh as he watched her full ass cheeks bounce away. He knew then that the cat and mouse game was over. He followed directions and locked the locks, then followed the direction she went in. Since he shed his own clothing on the way, he too was naked by the time he reached the room.
Killa and Sincerity looked each other over silently and were both impressed. She was clean, firm and fine. He was chiseled, handsome and would be hung if not pointing his erection in her direction.
The first kiss was tentative, cautious even, soft pecks that grew in intensity until it was almost violent. Sincerity bit his lip so hard she drew blood. She reached down and practically shoved him inside of her. Abstinence left her so tight that it hurt them both.
Killa knew the bites and claws she was giving were designed to make him fuck her harder so he did. He plowed into her causing her to scream with every stroke. The sound of skin slapping together rang throughout the otherwise quiet room.
Sincerity now bit her own lip too, trying to stave off an imminent orgasm. Fighting it only increased its immensity. A deep guttural cry sounded when she finally exploded. Killa was right behind her. Her convulsions pushed him over the edge as well and he let go.
"Now what?" Killa asked once he caught his breath.
"That's on you, same as always." Sincerity replied, still squeezing him with her vagina muscles. "I'm here for you. I'm not going nowhere. Ever!"
"But why?" Killa pondered. "Ma you a bad chic, you can have any man you want."
"Remember you said that. I already been around the block so I know what's out there. I've had the so-called ballers, even a pro-ball player but that shit ain't real. Then dudes sported me like an accessory to make themselves look good, like I'm a fucking piece of jewelry or rims for their cars." Sincerity lamented sincerely.
"What about your baby daddy?" Killa asked, exploring all the options.
“That sorry ass nigga don't even know he got a kid! Well, by me at least. I tried him up and told him I might be pregnant when I found out I was. Dude mumbled something and hung up. An hour later, one of his flunkies came by with five racks for an abortion." She spat with the sting still audible in her voice.
"I gotta bounce." Killa announced. Sure it was a cop out but it was easier than dealing with emotions. Fuck emotions, feelings and sentiment. They were more trouble than good.
"Yeah, ok, gotta bounce. I'll be right here waiting. Just remember, I know you. I'm from these same grimy ass projects. No one on earth can hold you down like I can. Bet you won't look at that chic the same when you get back home!" Sincerity laughed.
She knew she just planted a seed in his mind. She also knew seeds take time to grow, so she was patient. Irony was; Killa just planted a seed too.
Thoughts of Kitty flooded the murderer's mind as soon as he stepped from the building. Visions of her smile, eyes and Kitty raced through his brain. He used the back streets to avoid prying eyes. The next time he looked up, he was at Yankee Stadium. He stuck his arm out and hailed a taxi.
"Newark Airport." Killa ordered and settled back into the seat for the ride.
"Bout a hundred bucks." The Arab cabbie announced into his eyes via the rearview mirror. Honesty lives in the iris of men, so the driver put the car in motion.
"A-yo, how far is Patterson from the airport?" Killa asked as they crossed the bridge back over to Jersey.
"Not too far. You wanna go there instead?" The driver asked.
"Think I'll have time to swing by and kill Nae before my flight? Since she thinks I got soft."
"Probably not." The cabbie shot back wide-eyed.
"Guess I'll let it slide this time. Besides, she is kinda cute."
Chapter Four
It was a rare occasion to see Killa out in public with a smile. Today was one of those rare occasions. He sat on a park bench watching children from a nearby daycare center at play. All the children brought him joy but especially the handsome little brown boy who had his mother's smile but Killa's eyes.
As much as he wanted to scoop him up and twirl him around, he knew he couldn't. Protecting his only child meant not being a part of his life; not now anyway.
"Excuse me sir, can I help you?" A frail but feisty white lady asked. The smile on her fifty-something year old face didn't mask her aggression.
“No ma'am. Just watching the children play. I'm harmless." Killa assured her. A flash of recognitions washed over her face as he s
poke. Now her smile was genuine.
"Xavier is a very bright child!" She beamed knowingly. "Loving and happy except....he can be dark. The boy has a dark side."
"It runs in the family." Killa said, taking to his feet. He cast one last glance over his child and moved on.
Every time Killa got a chance to be anywhere near Pennsylvania, he made it his business to put eyes on his child. A college fund was bursting at the seams, waiting for the boy. It was one of life's pleasures but he was here on business.
****
"Forgive me father for I have sinned." Killa confessed, fighting the urge to laugh at the understatement. He never quite understood confessing to a man when God sees all that you do.
"Confess your sins my son." The perfidious pastor said convincingly. Truth be told, he could give a fuck about the next man's problems.
Confessions were a part of the job but he hated it. The shit was boring. 'I cheated on my wife. I sucked the mailman's dick. I cheated on my taxes.' Bullshit! He sometimes wanted to shout some of this own sins back through the partition and show them what a sin is.
"Can I get in trouble for what I say? I mean it's not....legal." Killa stammered, impressed with his acting. Perhaps Hollywood was calling. Can you picture Killa on the big screen!
Instead of screaming, 'Get on with it already!' The pastor bit his tongue and gently explained that conversations with clergy were privileged. "Just you and I son." He assured him. Killa took note that he didn't mention God but then again would he even be there if the pastor believed in God? Killa took a deep breath and began to recite his rehearsed script. Hollywood here we come.
"Father, I have a ...... well a fetish for boys, young ones." He began. He could actually hear the bored pastor bolt up in his seat through the partition.
"Please, go on! Spare no details!" He pleaded. The lust in his voice disgusted Killa. Luckily, he couldn't see the man pull his erection out or Killa would have said, fuck the plan and killed him right there on the spot. " Do you, do you touch them?"
"I devour them. I can't get enough. I've tried to stop but I can't. I just purchased a new one, a six year old, but I haven't opened him yet. Instead, I came here."
