by Lucinda John
I untied her hands and placed her on her back. Placing each of her legs in the crook of my arms, I began to beat the pussy up again. This time I felt my nut build up as her wet pussy started to pull me in. My dick was drowning in her wetness waiting for me to save it, but there was nothing I could do.
I tried to hold in my nut so that I could further put a hurting on her pussy, but it was feeling too damn good. My legs began to buckle and I felt my knees get weak. She fed off my weakness and started fucking me back. Holding on to her hips, I matched her thrust until I let in all go in her.
“You fucked up the desk,” I said taking a seat in my chair.
“Whose fault is that?”
“Yours, you told your pussy to be so wet.” I watched her ass jiggle as she walked to the bathroom to get us rags to clean up.
“How far are you in planning our wedding,” I asked as she wiped my dick off.
“I ain’t think you still wanted me to plan the wedding the way you just up and left.”
“When my side of my closet is cleared then, you know I really mean business because once I move out all my clothes that mean I have no plans on moving it back in.”
“I hear you.”
“So, what you not trying to marry a nigga?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Then get to planning,” I said smacking her on the ass. “I’ll be home later on tonight and a nigga feel like eating a steak.”
***
Ralph and I sat in front of Chief Armstrong’s house staking the place out. Jimmy told me how Joey thought so highly of his father, so I decided to kill his ass first, make him suffer the loss of his father then, take him out of his misery. Jimmy requested that I leave the mother untouched. He wanted to be the one to avenge the death of his mother and I agreed as long as she stayed out of our way.
A little after midnight, the chief came home, but with a white younger woman that I am sure wasn’t his wife. It was one thing to cheat on your wife, but to bring the hoe back to the home you shared with her was just dumb as fuck. We waited for them to get deep inside before going in the house.
Ralph was able to pick the locks with no problems. This dude really thought he was untouchable because he didn’t even have a security system in his house. Once we were inside, we heard moaning coming from the bedroom. He could at least fuck the thot in the bathroom; I thought as I watched his little dick ass get sucked on by the snow bunny. She had a funny look on her face and he looked as if he was all into it. She was probably a hooker that got busted and was now paying off her debt, so she wouldn’t go to jail.
Screwing on my silencer, I aimed my gun to his head and shot twice splitting it open. Before the girl could react, Ralph shot her in the head dropping her on the floor. Going to the car, I pulled out the dead pig I was able to buy in a rotisserie in Spanish town. I placed the dead pig next to his dead body. With a black marker I wrote on the wall,
ALL PIGS MUST DIE!
Making sure everyone was dead, we left as quietly as we came in. Getting in the car, we removed the plastic suits that we wore over our clothes to prevent any of our DNA from getting in the house. I pulled out a black bag and we placed the suits, gloves, and hairnets in it. I drove to a nearby dumpster and burned all the evidence. Driving to Little Haiti, we took the guns we used in the murders to a Zoe Pound nigga that I paid good money to get rid of them. I then drove the little Honda I used in the murder to a closed field where I set it on fire. We walked to the IHOP and waited for Lisa to come pick us up.
It was a little after two a.m. when I got home and a nigga was hungry as fuck. When I walked in the house, I walked to the kitchen in search for something to eat. Lala left a note on the refrigerator telling me that my food was in the oven. I heated it up in the microwave then grabbed the sour cream for my bake potato. Taking a bite of the steak, it was well done and well seasoned just the way I liked it. I finished my first plate and went to go heat up some seconds.
“Your greedy ass,” Lala said standing the doorway.
“Oh, shit I was about to blast your ass for scaring a nigga like that.”
“I just sat and watch you eat two plates of food,” she laughed and grabbed a bottle of water.
“I gotta eat in order to keep giving you that good dick,” I said taking a bite of my potato.
“Whatever, I’m going to bed.”
“I want you on that bed naked and waiting for me,” I said as she walked out of the kitchen.
Cleaning off my plate, I placed it in the dishwasher and went to go check on my kids. I kissed both of them on the cheeks as they lay in their bed sleeping peacefully. I said a silent prayer of protection over them before walking out of their room. I went to the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth. Just as I requested, Lala was in bed naked waiting for me.
Chapter 35
Joey
Looking at the crime scene photos in my father’s murder enraged me. Although there was no evidence to prove it, I was one hundred percent positive that Stacks had something to do with my father’s death.
There was also another woman that wasn’t my mother that was found dead on the scene as well. To protect my father’s name, I made sure that nothing was said to the press about the mysterious woman that my father was cheating on my mother with.
I haven’t slept for three days. I was busy trying to find something to connect Stacks to the murder of my father, but I kept coming up short. He was a clever little fucker, but I was going to bring his ass down. I reached out to both Lisa and Jimmy and invited them to our father’s funeral, but the basically told me that they could careless if he was dead or alive. My mother was in no condition to make funeral arrangements, so I took it upon myself to make them for her.
When my father’s insurance policies kicked in, I planned on moving my mother out of Miami. I didn’t want to risk Stacks getting to her. I had already made plans to move her, Ashley, and the kids to South Carolina to live with my aunt until Stacks and every motherfucker associated with him was either dead or behind bars.
Even though I didn’t have a way to get to him now, I planned on raiding all of his traps and putting as many of his workers in jail as possible. Eventually one of them would be facing serious charges and I’ll be able to cut a deal with them in exchange for information on Stacks.
The morning of my father’s funeral was very gloomy. The sky was grey as light raindrops dripped onto the ground. I rode in the limo in silence as memories of my father began to flood my mind. Even though he was hard on me I knew deep inside he only did it because he saw I had so much potential in me. He wanted me to fill his shoes and even though he was gone, I vowed to make him proud of me.
The church was beautifully decorated as everyone sat in attendance. The whole police department was there dressed in their uniform in honor of my father. The mayor was even there sitting in the back of the church. My father was so well respected and everyone loved him. Walking to the front of the pew, I took a seat in the first row that was designated for family members. I sat in the middle of my mother and Ashley offering them both comfort.
A slide show of my father and the years he worked was presented. At the end of the show there wasn’t a dry eye in the church. The mayor stood in front of the church and presented me with awards that my father had earned and I gratefully accepted them on his behalf. When it came time for me to speak, my mouth became dry and the words wouldn’t form. I stood in the front of the church and just broke out crying. There was a lot that I could say about my father but nothing was going to bring him back.
We headed to the gravesite to say our final goodbyes. An American flag decorated the top of my father’s casket as the police officers shot their riffles in attempt to say their last goodbyes. Before my father’s casket was lowered into the ground, two officers neatly folded the American flag and presented it to my mother along with a plaque of recognition.
Everyone was leaving and getting into their cars when a swarm of all black Escalades with dark tin
ted windows started shooting up the funeral. The parking lot was chaotic as everyone ran trying to avoid getting hit by a stray bullet. I ran for my son picking him up and then ran towards Ashley and handed him to her.
“Stay right here and don’t move,” I yelled out pulling out my gun and shooting back. The officers immediately pulled out their guns and started shooting at the cars, but with all of us we still were no match for the type of ammunition they had.
I watched as a few officers’ bodies began to fall to the ground one by one like a dominoe affect. The way they was shooting you would have thought it was fireworks on the forth of Jul. Finally surrendering, I took cover behind a car and waited for the shooting to stop. The sounds of screeching tires could be heard as they pulled off.
It was a blood bath at my father’s funeral as bodies of officers and innocent bystanders decorated the parking lot floor. I was walking towards the ambulance to see how many of my officers were done until I saw the coroner covering my mother’s body with a black sheet.
“Noooooo,” I cried as I ran towards her, but it was too late; she was already dead. I sat there on the ground with her lifeless body in my arms praying to God for this to just be a nightmare. I just buried my father, and would to have to bury my mother too. It all broke my heart. I was now a motherless child. The only parent I had left was snatched from me by Stacks and today was the day I was going to take everyone he loved away from him.
I grabbed Ashley hand as we left the crime scene and headed home. I needed to hurry up and get them packed and out of Miami before Stacks took away the only two people I had left. Lala knew about my daughter, I wasn’t too worried because I never told her that she was away in England attending boarding school.
“How long do we have to leave for?” Ashley asked.
“For as long as it takes me to handle this situation.”
“If you would have just been honest with me we could have worked together.”
“Ashley, not now. I don’t have time for your shit. I
just want to get you and my son out of here so that I can handle my business.”
“Whatever,” she said rolling her eyes. I wanted to so badly knock them out of her head, but I had to remember that my son was in the car with us.
“Only pack a light bag of things you and my son will need. I will send you money to get everything else you need,” I said as we pulled up in front of the house.
I grabbed my son out of his car seat and stuck my key in the door opening it. I made sure Ashley was inside before closing and locking the door behind me. As soon as the lock on the door clicked, the house exploded. The impact of the explosion caused me to fly to the back of the room.
My head hit the corner of the glass table real hard before I hit the ground. I tried my best to keep my eyes open, but I was losing too much blood from the deep gash that I had on my head.
Looking across the room, I could see that Ashley’s body had hit the wall causing the heavy bookcase to fall on top of her. I tried to call out to her, but it was as if my voice box was snatched out of my throat. I looked at her and prayed for her to move, but she never did.
Mustering all of my energy I crawled over to my son who was softly whimpering. He wasn’t really hurt too bad because I was holding him causing his fall not to do a lot of damage to his little body.
The house was covered in flames as I tried to find a way to escape. There was no way I was going to get out of the house with Ashley and the baby in my condition. I tried to reach for my phone, but I became really light headed. I was starting to lose too much blood. I attempted again to grab my phone and this time I was successful. I dialed 911 then waited for the operator.
“911, what ‘s you emergency.”
“This is detective Joey Armstrong and my house is in flames,” I managed to say before everything went black.
Chapter 36
Lisa
Sitting at my parents’ gravesite with a bottle of Patron, balloons, and teddy bears, today was a day of celebration. I was celebrating finally being able to avenge their deaths. At first, I just thought they died in a car crash, but when I found out that Joey’s bitch ass mama was the one to take them away from me because she wanted to be a bitter bitch, I was out for blood.
Jimmy and I came up with a plan to shoot up that bitch ass nigga funeral and to kill his wife. As badly as I wanted to kill Joey and Ashley ass, I had to let them live. Stacks wanted to be the one to end it for them and I couldn’t help but respect it. Putting the bullets in that bitch’s head gave me the same rush I felt when I killed Tasha’s bitch ass. I guess being a killer was in my blood after all.
“Bae you ready to go?” Ralph asked walking up to me.
“Yes, give me a minute. I’ll meet you in the car.” I waited until he was gone before speaking to my parents.
“Mommy and daddy, I love both you dearly and I hope now with them motherfuckers dead you guys can now rest in peace. Hold my spot down for me,” I said kissing both of their tombstones then, pouring the bottle of liquor on the ground.
I felt something that I haven’t felt in a while as I walked through the graveyard, and that was happiness. My life was finally starting to get back on track. I was understanding my worth and figuring out my purpose. I had the love of my life with me, my best friend by my side, and it felt good.
“Where are we going?” I asked Ralph as I noticed that we wasn’t heading in the direction towards any of our houses.
“Just chill I have surprise for you.”
“You know I don’t like surprise.”
“I do, but you’ll love this one trust me.’
“Who house is this?” I asked as we pulled up to a two story family house.
“Shut up and get out of the car. You ask too many questions.”
We got out of the car and I watched him take out a set of keys that had a bow around them and handed them to me.
“Would like to do the honors?” he asked.
When what he was saying finally registered in my head, I jumped in his arms kissing him all over the face.
“Oh, my God, is this my house?” I asked.
“It’s OUR house,” he replied putting me down so that I could open the door.
The house was empty except for a neatly dressed table that was in the middle of the family room. The house was dimly lit and there was a waiter standing there next to the table holding a bottle of champagne.
Ralph pulled out a chair for me and I took a seat. I was at a loss for words because no guy had really done anything this nice for me. Ralph and I made small talk about our new house as we sat and ate a meal that consisted of shrimp, crab, and lobster pasta, baked tilapia, mash potatoes, asparagus, and freshly baked cheddar biscuits.
“You ready for desert,” Ralph asked as the waiter began to clear the table.
“I don’t think I can eat no more. I am stuffed.”
“C’mon now, I heard this is the best strawberry cheese cake in town you gotta eat some.”
“Ok, but in the morning, I’m waking up extra early to run this off.”
“You tripping. I love my woman with a little extra meat on them.”
The waiter came back in the room and sat five small containers in front of me.
“I hope you don’t expect me to eat all of this?”
“Just open them.”
I opened the first one and it was a small cake that read WILL the second one read YOU opening the third one tears began to flood my eyes as I read the word Marry.
“Yes!!!!” I shouted before I could open the rest of the containers.
“You have to open the rest of them,” he laughed.
Cooperating I opened the last of the containers, the fourth one had the word ME? and the fifth one had a gorgeous princess cut pink and black diamond engagement ring. My mouth dropped to the ground as the diamonds in the ring shimmered so beautifully.
“So, we doing this or nah?” he asked on one knee.
“Yes!” I screamed out as he pl
aced the ring on my finger. Thank God Lala talked me into getting a manicure because I would have been mad if I had to wear this beautiful ring with my finger looking all knocked up. I took a picture of the ring on my finger and sent it to Lala with the message I said yes!
“You just made me the happiest man alive.”
“No, you just made me the happiest woman alive.”
“You ready to bless our new house,” he asked lifting me up in his arms
“Yes bae!”
The house wasn’t furnished yet so Ralph had a nice little pallet made on the floor for us. He laid me down on it and began ripping my clothes off. He then buried his head deep in my pussy and started making it love to it.
I tried to move his head deeper between my legs, but he pinned both of my arms over my head holding it there. He ate me out with so much passion that when I finally came, I had tears in my eyes.
“Damn the tongue got your ass crying and shit,” he joked finally coming up for air.
“Shut up, I’m crying because I’m happy.”
“Aww, look at my lil thug getting all soft on me and shit.”
“You gon’ give me the dick or are you going to sit up here and talk shit?”
“Both,” he said as he entered me.
My phone started to ring and by the sound of the ringtone, I could tell that it was Lala. She was going to have to wait until the morning. I had plans on fucking my fiancé in every inch of our new house.
Chapter 37
Unknown Female
Today was the day of Lala and Stacks’ wedding and I’ll be damned if I was going to allow them to have their happily every after. I sat in the chair as the personal stylist that I hired for this special event beat my face to the Gods. Examining my face in the mirror, I was on point.
My eyebrows were on fleek and arched to perfection, my hair was laid, and my face was just amazing. Thanking my stylist, I gave her a two hundred dollar tip and told her to let herself out as I went upstairs to get dressed.
