by Sa'id Salaam
Chapter Fifteen
Harris County, Texas is a large, sprawling mass of land containing the large sprawling city of Houston. There he would be able to blend in and live life; would have, if not for his thirst. The doctor was no vampire but did have a blood lust.
Doc fought off his demons as best he could. He confined himself in his apartment for as long as they would allow. After a month of movies and masturbation, he ventured out into the night. Nothing serious, a cold beer or two. Maybe some good, hot Spanish pussy and perhaps murder. Maybe, maybe not.
“Hola mamacita." Doc said in his second language he perfected during his time away.
"Sup. The average looking Latina replied. She was born and raised here and spoke very little Spanish herself.
Doc had chosen the small, local bar to avoid crowds and cameras. He chose her because she had a pretty smile and long neck.
"Can we go somewhere and talk?" He asked attempting to bride her with his best smile.
"You mean go somewhere and fuck don't you?" She corrected with a knowing smile. She was with it if he was willing to part with a little cash. The woman wasn't a prostitute but would fuck for money. Yes, there is a difference.
"Well, um yes we could fuck. Fucking is good!" Doc nodded in agreement. He stood and extended his hand to lead her away as he paid the tab.
"Can I borrow thirty bucks?" She asked, trying to count how much money he had.
"Sure" He agreed quickly, peeling a ten and twenty from the rest. As soon as it touched her palm, she took off across the room.
Doc twisted his lips, watching her rush across the bar to a booth containing a couple of young Latino men. He would have assumed one was her pimp when she handed the money over to him. His giving her something in return confirmed it was a drug transaction. Users make the best victims, disposable.
"Ready!" She announced practically bouncing when she returned. She placed her arm in the crook of his and off they went.
Doc's small apartment was a short walk away, so they made the short walk. Small talk filled the void and they soon arrived. He unlocked the door and stepped aside so she could enter.
"After I hit this shit. I'ma fuck your brains out!" She cheered as she produced a small tin package. Doc watched curiously as she dumped the chunky brown powder onto his coffee table. She made four small lines and snorted them, alternating nostrils until they were depleted.
True to her words, she felt the effects immediately and attacked. She stripped in one second and had him in her mouth a second later. After sucking him fully erect, she mounted him backwards and rode him towards Mexico. Doc didn't quite make it to the border and came with a grunt.
"Let's go take a shower." He suggested, still gasping for air. He liked using the shower to cut women up, made clean up easier.
"Nah, I'm cool." The nasty little woman said, jumping off his penis and into her panties in a single bound.
"How's about another thirty bucks?" He said, reversing the process. She peeled the pissy panties off and followed him into his room; followed him to her death.
As soon as they entered the room, Doc slipped his belt around her neck and pulled. The will to live combined with the dose of heroine gave the girl more fight than he bargained for. The small woman thrashed, kicked and clawed for dear life as the doctor held on for dear death. Slowly, she wore down and collapsed with him on her back.
"When!" Doc gasped out of breath when he finally squeezed all the life out of her.
He was rock hard from the struggle and she was naked so. Doc shrugged and pushed inside of her again. He fucked the body until he bust another quick nut. As soon as he pulled out, out came the tools.
Doc broke the body down and bagged the parts. Later that night, he drove around town distributing the parts in various dumpsters. Later that morning those parts began turning up. By that afternoon, the Black Mob got the news.
****
"Is that the fuckin guy! Tell me this is not the fuckin guy! That's the fuckin guy!" Casper shouted in his classic Brooklyn accent.
The Baron looked at him, then the man on the screen, then back to Casper. He didn't know if that was the fuckin guy and didn't care. Of course he didn't say anything. He never said anything.
The man in the ATM photo was supposed to be a dead man. Good money was paid for his murder so how the fuck was he withdrawing money in Texas! Even the Baron knew this meant trouble.
"Yolo!" Casper screamed, sending his shrill voice reverberating throughout the mansion. "This nigger thinks it's a game! I'll show him!"
Yolo was in the shower aiming the hand-held shower head at her throbbing box. She was on the verge of climax when she heard her name being called. The tone of his voice pushed her over the edge. She loved that tone. It meant somebody had to die.
"Yes boss?" She asked arriving naked and wet into the den.
"I want you to go into the city and murder that old lady! Kill his girlfriend and that bastard baby! Make it ugly. I want a slaughter!" Casper whined. "But put some clothes on first!"
Yolo floored the pedal in the SUV as she raced from Long Island into the city. She was dressed to kill in a killer mini skirt and high heels. Her thong was soaked from anticipating killing the old lady. It reminded her of killing her own grandmother some years back. Someone needs to write a book about this chick one day. YOLO, hmm?
Nightfall had just fallen over the university projects as Yolo pulled in. Most residents were safely tucked away in their units, leaving the courtyard relatively empty. The only ones out were the dealers, the junkies and a group of men smoking a blunt.
She checked her gun and extra clips in her designer purse and got out. The tiny dress showed off her luscious legs and the heels tilted her forward making it look like she had more ass than she really did. All eyes were on her, as she clicked her heels on the concrete.
"A-yo, Queen! Ova here mother earth!" One of the blunt smokers yelled as she walked through the courtyard. The strange greeting caught her attention so she detoured to investigate.
"Did you call me Mother Earth?" Yolo asked, tilting her head to punctuate the question. "Why?"
“Word life. See the black man is God and the black woman is earth." He explained. "Shit you need to let a nigga plant a seed in you so we can produce more Kings and Queens."
"You mean have sex with me?"
"Hell yeah." He cheered to the delight of his goofy friends. They thought they were gods too and enjoyed a good laugh.
"What about you guys, Yall wanna fuck me too?" Yolo asked, turning to the rest.
"Hells yeah!" they cheered together.
"Ok, lemme visit my people and I'll come to your apartment so we can get down with the get down."
"I, uh, see, I stay with my Moms." The first one said, disproving his divinity. If he were really God, he would at least have his own place. The Creator of the heavens and Earth and all in between would at least have his own crib wouldn't he?
“Yeah I'm with my grandma....I can't have no company..." Came two more replies.
"Yo we can go up to the roof! I'll get a blanket." The last one announced. It was a good idea since he lived with his baby momma who wouldn't let him and his friends run a train in the house.
"Okay, go on up to the roof and I'll meet you guys in a few." She said, taking the smoldering blunt from between his lips. She took a hearty pull and passed it back. The young woman had no intentions on having sex with them or anyone else for that matter. She was a sick, demented killer but she was no slut. Yolo was saving her virginity for marriage. She had killed to keep it, so giving it away to a group of strange men was comical. Not going to happen. Sending them up to the roof was keeping them from harm’s way because she was on a murder mission.
Yolo's first stop was to Killa's grandmother. The thought of killing the woman spread a pretty smile on her pretty face. Murder always made her happy. Once inside the building, she pulled a pistol from her purse and screwed on the long silencer on its tips. She concealed the gun behind h
er back and concealed her malice behind a smile and rang the doorbell.
When no one answered, she ran again and again and yet again. She was startled when a neighbor opened the door and stuck her head out. Her nosey ass heard the bell and wanted to investigate. She had been warned that being nosey was going to get her killed one day. Today was that day.
"Who you looking for?" Mrs. Bulgar demanded like if it were her right to know.
"Have you see Mrs. Forrest?" Yolo asked, turning so the gun was out of sight.
"Not in days. She tore outta here with a bag and ain't been seen since. I been watching, she ain't been back."
"Fuck!" Yolo spat and spit a round into her forehead.
She marched over to Sincerity's apartment to kill her and cook the baby. Unfortunately for her, they too were gone by the time she arrived. Yolo was so hurt at not getting to kill them; she was in tears when she emerged from the building. She walked dejected towards the parking until she remembered her date. It wouldn't be a total loss after all.
"You guys ready for me?" Yolo asked as she walked out onto the rooftop.
"Hell yeah!" Came the orchestrated response. The one with the blanket hurriedly laid it out, being the gentlemen that he was. Yolo, being the lady that she was, shot him in his temple.
Death, well sudden violent murder brings out different reactions in different people. The main one who invited death into their lives by calling Yolo over in the first place took off running. Fear clouded his vision and off the building he ran. Another released his inner bitch and screamed like one. Yolo took aim at his tonsils and fired a shot that cut the sound like a mute button. The sole survivor peed and cried when she turned to him.
"Please don't kill me, please." he begged. Begged so sincerely, he got a pass.
"You wanna live?" She asked aiming the pistol at his face.
"Yes, I wanna live!" He laughed with tears streaming down his face.
"Ok" Yolo shrugged and dropped the gun to her side.
"Walk me to my car. Projects can be dangerous."
"Um. o, o, ok." He stammered and led the way, wiping his tears away like a big boy.
Yolo followed him into the building and down the steps. They exited the building and walked to the parking lot. Everything was fine. He could have lived; would have lived had he not opened his big mouth. A glance over at the cute girl and he had to try her.
"So can we link up? Shoot me your number." He asked and got shot.
"718-555-8923." She recited to his shocked corpse.
That same number appeared on Casper's phone a minute later as she called in to report her progress. She took a deep breath and sighed, preparing to report the first failure of her tenure as in-house murderer.
"Tell me they're all dead!" Casper demanded greedily. He was furious at being disobeyed. It would take blood and lots of it to calm him down.
"No boss. They were gone. According to a helpful neighbor, they got in the wind a few days ago." Yolo whispered sadly.
"Ok, hurry back. You're going to Atlanta!"
Chapter Sixteen
"Ooh baby, I'm finna cum!" Kitty moaned as the climatic currents of electricity tingled in her toes. "It's so wet daddy."
"Let me hear it." Killa demanded. She complied, putting the phone between her legs as she played in her puddle. The squishing sound made his erection throb.
"I can't hold it no more!" She yelled and let go. Kitty screamed, thrashed and kicked from the self-induced nut.
The couple had the best phone sex even if it were one sided. Whenever Killa was off killing he made sure to call in and help her get off. Not that she needed the help but his deep voice in her ear as she masturbated sure didn't hurt. It always made him rock hard but he never participated.
"Mmm, when you coming home daddy?" Kitty purred making him wish he were there now. He really wanted to decline the sudden, urgent job. Something felt off about this one, ominous even.
"Tomorrow" He replied, as his target stepped from his house. He was sent to Richmond, VA to murder a mid-level dealer. What was strange was that the hit came without any of the usual theatrics. No instructions or special request, jus a picture text saying, 'kill him.'
“That's perfect! I have a surprise for you!" She sang.
"O baby, you know I hate surprises." Killa said, seriously. Who could blame him since he was technically on the run for multiple murders and facing the death penalty in several states. Yeah he could do without surprises.
"Fine then, spoiled sport." Kitty pouted, causing her man to smile visualizing her pretty bottom lip poked out. "My momma is coming to town! I can't wait for her to meet you."
"A-yo don't bring her to the house! Put her in a hotel." He blurted, sounding far more harsh than intended.
"It's like that? You don't wanna meet my momma? You make me sick!" Kitty cried and hung up.
"Love you too." Killa laughed into the deadline. He called back to explain but got the voicemail. He certainly wasn't going to leave a message. He called again and again, got a voicemail. Again, he hung up and decided he would wait until he got home to straighten it.
"Make me damn sick!" Kitty told his name on her phone screen. She climbed out of bed on wobbly legs from the orgasm and hit the shower. Her mother would be landing soon so she had to get to the airport. "And she ain’t staying in no damn hotel!"
Killa followed the dealer with mixed emotions. The hit was too easy, why? He kept wondering. Dude was an average guy who drove an average car and more average clothes. He had no security so why send in the big guys. Hell you could have broke his woman off to murder him. He had no clue the man was a sacrificial lamb: A decoy.
"Oh well." Killa shrugged and made his move. The target stopped at the red light on Bond Street and Killa whipped around from behind and pulled alongside of him. The sudden move caused the man to turn to investigate just like Killa knew he would. When he turned his face towards him, he pumped two quick shots at his nostrils. Easy, too easy.
****
"So, when can I meet this mystery man of yours?" Kitty's mom asked dubiously.
“Tomorrow. He's away on business and I see that look on your face!"
"What?" Her mother giggled, playing innocent.
"Mmm hmm, there really is a boyfriend momma....this time." She insisted. She had made up men before to make up for being so picky and not having one. "Matter fact, we'll see him first thing in the morning right here cuz I gotta pick him up when his flight lands."
Kitty kept her word about not bringing her mother to the house but wasn't putting her in any hotel either. Since they dined downtown, she decided they would go to the rarely used condo. They only stopped here for sex and Kitty loved it. He really put on when they did it in the condo. Men do that when they know they are being watched.
"Wow, this is nice!" Kitty's mom gushed as they entered the plush high-rise building.
"I know. I just hate that we....." She replied, cutting herself off from giving too much info.
She helped her diva of a mom with way more baggage than needed for the short stay. Kitty unconsciously darted her eyes around as she noticed her man does every time they came. When she was convinced there was no threat, she produced the keys and unlocked the door. She stepped aside so her mother could enter and found the threat inside.
“Well, hello." Kitty's mom said with a smile to the young lady sitting on the sofa.
"Who the hell are you!" Kitty demanded, coming in behind her instead of turning around and running for her life, which well would have been better, much better.
"My name is irrelevant!" Well that's not my name, but knowing my name is irrelevant cuz....anyway, just call me Yolo."
"Ok, so Yolo, what the fuck are you doing in my man's condo?" She demanded hotly, assuming Killa had been keeping some chic in the unit. She was ready to put her hands on her and toss her out on her blonde fro.
"You think? Oh no! Un uh, you got it all wrong." Yolo laughed.
"So who are you and why are you here?" Ki
tty said, moving on her. Momma too kicked her shoes off to help. Wouldn't be the first time momma and daughter whooped some ass.
Only Yolo didn't do ass whooping. She pulled out a gun. Then she pulled out a huge knife. Then she pulled some real bullshit.
****
"Wow, really?" Killa chuckled aloud as Kitty's phone went straight to voicemail again. He had been calling all morning before boarding his flight and now again that he touched down in the A.
Even though Killa had the IQ of a rocket scientist, it didn't take one to figure out that she wasn't coming to pick him up. Kitty could hold world class grudges when she wanted to. She had no problem going days without speaking to him when angry. She would still fuck him though. Reason being, why deprive herself of some good wood just because he screwed up. No sense denying herself of a nut just because he acted like one. Yeah, women could learn a lesson from Kitty.
"A-yo, I'm going to the house to shower and change. Let me know what hotel you're at so I can take you and momma to brunch. And um....you nawmean? I'm saying though, you know what I'm saying....I..shit!" Killa stammered until the recording time elapsed. He manned up and called right back to get it out. "I love you. There! I said it, hope you're happy."
Killa strolled through the airport exchanging smiles with passersby as he passed by. He arrived at the public train and bought a ticket. a few stops later, he got off and found one of his many vehicles stashed around the city. The universal key he had fitted to all his cars opened it remotely as he neared. It cost a pretty penny but it beat walking around with a big ass ring full of keys like a janitor.
Thoughts of both Kitty's smile and thick thighs filled the long ride to the house. Those same thoughts kept him in the hotel in Richmond instead of sampling some of Virgina's VJ.
Back at the house, he washed all traces of travel under the shower. With making a good first impression his goal, Killa selected a pair of slacks and shirt from the 'his' said of the 'his and hers' closet. Italian loafers completed the casual outfit. A check of his phone showed Kitty finally hit back, only the stark message had put him on alert.
