Finessers 3

by Lucinda John

  “Slow down, you gon’ fuck yourself up,” she said watching me throw back my tenth shot. I wasn’t gon’ lie, I was feeling the buzz, but I wasn’t as fucked up as I wanted to be.

  “I’m no rookie, I can handle my liquor.”

  “Oh, yeah?” she purred taking a seat in my lap. The angel on my right shoulder told me to push her ass off, but the devil on my left, told me to bend her ass over.

  She grabbed a piece of the ice that was in my cup with her tongue and stuffed it in my mouth gently sucking on it until it melted. The shit she was doing to me with her tongue was blowing my mind. I didn’t know if it was because I ain’t had pussy in a minute or if it was the liquid courage flowing through my body, but I was ready to fuck something.

  Shawty was turnt up as she sat in my lap rotating her hips to the beat of Usher’s Love In This Club. This song fit perfectly for our current situation because I was definitely about to put it in lil mama’s life if she kept playing with the dick. I grabbed the bottle of liquor and started drinking it straight as I watched her make these sexy love faces while dry fucking me.

  I could feel the warmth of her pussy through my pants. Her breath began to quicken, and she began to softly moan in my ear as her body began to stiffen. I held her on top of my dick and grinded hard into her until I made her cum.

  At this point, my dick was harder than Chinese math and I was ready to relieve some stress. I grabbed a condom out of the basket that was on the table. Unzipping my pants, I rolled it on my dick and waited for her to hop on it. She slid her hot pussy all the way down my dick and tensed up a bit. Shawty was super tight, too tight, felt as if she just got broken in.

  Once she adjusted to my size, shawty started to grind on my dick first slow then fast. She kept that same rhythm going until her pussy jumped and spilled its juices all over me. I so badly wanted to bend her ass over, but I had to keep in mind that we were in a club. Pushing her legs as far as it would go, I began drilling her.

  “Ummm yes! Oh, yes daddy!” I heard her cry over the loud music.

  Her pussy was feeling so good, too damn good that I almost slipped and moan. Pushing her legs back a little further, I dug deeper into her pussy causing it to squirt all over me. By how wet shawty kept getting, I could tell she fucked up the fifteen hundred dollar pants I was wearing.

  “Yo’ son we gotta go now!” Rob whispered in my ear the same moment I emptied my seeds in the condom. “Meet me in the car, ASAP!” he said with his voice filled with so much urgency.

  “You’ll be seeing me around.” She smirked hopping off my dick, and giving it a gentle kiss. She fixed her dress, and then left as quickly as she came leaving her DNA all over me.

  I zipped my pants up and headed to the private bathroom. Good thing my pants were silk and I was able to use a paper towel to wipe her juices off of me. Flushing the condom in the toilet, I washed my hands and face, and then made my way towards the exit.

  “Get in, we gotta go. I’mma have someone drop your car of to the crib,” Rob said with a strained look on his face.

  “What’s good kid, what’s going on?” I asked feeling a wave of uneasiness.

  “We gotta go to the hospital,” Robe solemnly replied.

  My heart dropped when I heard hospital. All I could think about was my grandma and I prayed like hell no motherfucker had the balls to touch her. I felt my blood pressure shoot through the roof as I thought of all the different scenarios that could happen. All I could do was sit back and pray that she was ok.

  We pulled up in front of Miami Children’s Hospital and I lost it.

  “What the fuck we doing here?” I asked panicking. “Is CJ ok?”

  “Let’s go see about him,” Rob replied keeping it short.

  I ran out of the car toward the entrance of the hospital and burst through the doors.

  “What room is Chad Green Jr. in?” I asked out of breath.

  I watched as the Spanish lady used her long fingernails to tap the keys on her computer. I felt my chest tighten and the room started to spin. I begged God over and over again to let my son be ok. I didn’t know if I had it in me to suffer the loss of another child.

  “He’s in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit, room 1310. If you take the elevator to the third floor and make a right, it should be the first door on your left.”

  I ran to the elevator and repeatedly punched the button so that the doors could open. The only thing that was on my mind was being with my son. The words Pediatric Intensive Care Unit kept running through my head. I didn’t want to believe that my son was in such bad shape until I laid eyes on him.

  His body was connected to so many cords. The beeping of the machines told me the hurtful truth. My son was lying in this hospital bed in critical condition and I had no idea what happened.

  “What happened?” I asked Honey who was standing near the window.

  “Mama called me from work because he was burning a high fever. When I got there, I took his temperature and it was at 105.3. On our way to the hospital, he started having a seizure, so I had to pull over and call the paramedics.”

  “How did that happen, he was perfectly fine?”

  “I don’t know, Chad, if you would have picked up your damn phone you would have known!”

  Feeling my pockets, I realized that I left my phone charging in the car. My son was lying in this hospital bed for God knows how long and instead of being by his side, I was knee deep in a bitch I just met pussy. Guilt started to consume me as I started beating myself up. My child was my number one priority, the fact that I wasn’t here for him when he needed me to be fucked me up in the head.

  “Hello, I’m Dr. Gregory and you are?” The House lookalike doctor asked as he limped in the room.

  “I’m Chad, CJ’s father.”

  “Good, you’re just the person I wanted to talk to. Chad Jr. came in with a real high fever, which was caused by traces of Mortein that we found in his bloodstream. Mortein is a poison that is usually used to kill rats, how this made its way in his system, I have no idea. What I do know that if he wasn’t rushed to the hospital, he could have been dead. We’ve pumped his stomach, but because he is too small his stomach ruptured causing him to bleed. I was able to sedate him and stop the bleeding, however; he will need a blood transfusion. Since you’re his father, we can get you in the lab and draw your blood and get it tested.”

  Everything he said was a blur. He lost me when he said my son had traces of rat poisoning in his system. I knew Honey or Denise wouldn’t do anything to harm CJ. I always watched Chasity on camera while she was handling CJ, so I doubt it was her; so that only left the old hag. Bella that I used through a nanny service to look after CJ.

  I made a mental note to take a close look into the situation. Fucking with my son was the death penalty in my book of justice. Whoever was responsible for my son lying in this hospital bed just signed their death certificate and they ain’t even know it.

  The nurse came in and drew my blood. After sending everything to the lab, the doctor came in and scheduled the blood transfusion for the following morning at 10 a.m. I hung out with CJ until visiting hours were over with. No matter how much I tried to bribe the nurse, they wasn’t allowing me to stay due to his condition. Accepting the fact that I wasn’t going to be allowed to spend the night, I decided to go home.

  “You good bruh?” Rob asked as he pulled up in my driveway.

  “Yeah, I’m straight. This is going to fuck Cinnamon up in the head,” I said thinking how distraught she was going to be once she found out.

  “Yeah, I suggested that no one tell her. I don’t want her going crazy in jail, she could fuck around and get herself in some more trouble.”

  “Yeah, you right. Good looking out.”

  “Anytime bruh, but check me out. Don’t allow temporary feelings allow you to make permanent decisions.”

  I nodded my head understanding where he was coming from. Giving him a pound, I exited the car and
made my way inside. Punching the number in the keypad of the security system, I was about to make my way upstairs until I saw a figure lying on my couch. With my gun drawn, I started walking towards the unknown person.

  “How you get in my house?”

  “The security guard,” Chasity answered as she sat up.

  “Oh, I’m fucking that nigga up. He know better than to let people in my fucking house while I’m gone,” I vented.

  “It’s not like I’m a stranger. I’ve been here plenty of times.”

  “That’s beside the fucking point!’ I snapped and ended flipping over the glass table.

  I was beyond frustrated at this point. Shit just felt like it was getting worse and worse. Six months ago, if you would of told me that this would be my life, I’d probably slice your throat. I was so used to having every situation under control that I was going crazy not knowing what to do.

  “Are you ok?” Chasity asked as she picked up the table and glass. Good thing the glass was a marble top and it was too sturdy to break.

  “Everything is fucked up! My wife is in jail, my son is in the hospital, motherfuckers crossing me; I don’t know what the fuck to do!”

  “Wait, CJ is in the hospital?” she asked with a puzzled look on her face.

  “Yes, apparently a motherfucker forgot who I was and decided to play dirty,” I fumed.

  “What happened?”

  “He got poisoned.”

  “Oh, my God!!! Is he going to be ok?”

  “Yes, I have to go down to the hospital in the morning to give him blood for his transfusion, but my lil nigga gon’ pull through, he gots to!”

  “I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “Don’t sweat it. You can crash here tonight, but I’mma need for you to find you somewhere to go in the morning,” I said walking away from her.

  I entered my office and locked the door. Taking a seat at my desk, I reviewed the security tapes. I watched Chasity with CJ, but couldn’t detect any foul play. She was sitting in the rocking chair with him feeding him a bottle. Someone was at the door, so she put him down in his crib and answered it. I had to shift the camera angle, so I could see what else took place. Her and Honey had a brief exchange of words, then Honey jumped on her ass like a kid on a pogo stick.

  I rewind the security camera back to the day before while Bella was here watching him. I didn’t see nothing out of place until I spotted a yellow box on the counter. Pausing the video, I zoomed in playing with the resolution so that the image could be clear. Right there in plain sight was the yellow and black box of Mortein.

  Blinded by rage, I grabbed my car keys and ran to my car. My grandmother always told me not to act on impulse, but that was my fucking son. The bitch tried to kill my fucking son and she had to be dealt with.

  I drove to a little warehouse where I kept all my toys for purposes like this. Parking my Audi, I jumped in an old beat up Honda van. I parked my car two blocks away from Bella’s house, pulled the hoodie over my head, and began jogging to her house.

  Bella lived in a secluded area surrounded by trees and bushes, so the chances of me getting caught were slim to none. Bella’s husband was a truck driver and he wasn’t scheduled to be home for another five months. That was why she took the job as being CJ’s nanny, she needed something to keep her occupied. Screwing the silencer on the tip of my gun, I held it by my side as I picked the locks.

  I had to make it look like a burglary gone wrong, so I ransacked the place. I began knocking things over and breaking glasses while making as much noise as possible. I wanted to lure Bella to me to avoid having to move so much around the house. The less I moved around lessened the chances of me leaving any unwanted evidence.

  “OH, MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU….”

  PEW! PEW! PEW!

  I put three shots in her dome shutting her up for good. I stood in place and put paper bags over my shoes before continuing to destroy the place. I took valuable items that her husband would notice was missing. I made sure I left nothing that could be traced back to me before running out and leaving the door wide open.

  Putting her things in a paper bag, I threw it in the lake and jogged back to my getaway car. Back at the spot, I called the chop shop to come pick up the car and headed back home. I didn’t know the motive behind Bella trying to kill my son, and I didn’t give a fuck. The most important thing was that I could sleep at night knowing that street justice had been served.

  Chapter 4

  Cinnamon

  I posted bail, but was still in this fucking hellhole. I was supposed to be released today, but because I got into a fight, they had me in the hole for three days. I wanted to cry, but decided not to. I’d already lost three months of my life three more days wouldn’t hurt.

  After the nurse checked me and made sure that baby was ok, they locked me in the hole. I felt like it should be against the fucking law to treat a woman, especially a pregnant one like a damn animal.

  The months I spent in here were spent on me reevaluating my life. I was going to sign the papers Chad served me, but I wanted to hand them to him personally. If he truly believed in his heart that I would cross him after I said vows before God, then he didn’t know me well at all.

  Yeah, my intentions when I first met him were all fucked up, but I thought we were passed that. When he decided to make things work, I was under the impression that I was forgiven for my trespasses. He stood before God, looked me in the eyes, and said ‘Til death do us apart’ only to leave me hanging when I needed him the most.

  The first thing I was doing when I was released was packing my things and moving out. I had enough money saved to live on my own plus I had my business to fall back on. I wasn’t too worried about getting indicted because my lawyer was a beast and I just knew I was walking away charges free.

  Looking at the picture Honey sent me of CJ, I began to cry. My baby was six months, crawling, with two teeth; all milestones that I missed. Those were memories that I never got to experience with my first child. I was supposed to be the one snapping the pictures, but I was behind bars receiving them.

  I tried to make myself as comfortable as possible, but it felt as if I was lying on a bed of bricks. It didn’t help that I had a sprained wrist from when I got into my little scuffle earlier. I wanted to kill the bitch for jumping on me for no reason, putting my unborn’s life at risk. I didn’t even remember saying or doing anything to the girl to provoke her.

  I was just sitting in the grass like I always do reading one of my many books from Shan Presents that my sister sent me when this big butch looking bitch approached me. She kicked the book out of my hand then stood there mugging me. I wanted to fuck the bitch up, but my baby’s life was at risk.

  I simply gathered my books and tried to walk away. I made the mistake of turning my back to her because she dragged me back to her by my long mane and pulling out a few strands of my hair. She then punched me in the face causing my lip to split.

  For some reason, she kept trying to pin all her weight on me so she could take shots at my stomach as if she knew I was pregnant. The first punch in the stomach transformed me into a street fighter. I didn’t know where all this strength came from, but I flipped the bitch over and made her ass eat grass.

  She grabbed me by my wrist twisting it and attempting to pop it out of place, but I wasn’t having it. With all my force, I kneed her right in the pussy and kept doing it until she cried out in pain. I beat all my frustrations out on her until a guard came out and lifted me off of her body.

  They knew I was pregnant and decided to use excessive force anyways. I wasn’t complaining though because due to their fuck up, I was about to be a free woman. My lawyer was even going to throw in a lawsuit, so I was about to be a free, paid bitch!

  For some odd reason, my mind traveled back to Chad. I wondered what he was doing or who he was doing it with. I really wanted to know why he decided to let go so easily. Maybe he didn’t really love me. This was prob
ably all an act to make himself look like a standup guy. Being married probably overwhelmed him and he saw this as his way out.

  Whatever the situation was, I wanted to know. I spent countless nights crying trying to figure out why he wasn’t answering my calls. Every visiting day, I would make myself look presentable in hopes that he would come see me. I finally allowed myself to let go and as soon as I got the closure I needed, then I’d be able to move on.

  Seek the Lord and his strength; seek his presence continually.

  I recited bible verse 1 Chronicles 16:11. While incarcerated, I found myself spiritually and found myself turning to God more. I attended church and bible study faithfully. I hated to admit it, but being locked up had its way in making me the strong woman that I was now. Saying my nightly prayers, I asked God to watch over my kids before closing my eyes and falling asleep.

  Chapter 5

  Julie

  “Sam, you fucked up!” I yelled sitting at the edge of the captain’s desk with my legs crossed.

  “I know, Julie, I’m going to fix it now,” he stuttered as I rubbed on his face with my long, red, stiletto nail.

  “This should have been fix! Cinnamon should have never been put in that situation. Keep fucking with me and that hefty check you get every month will disappear. I don’t pay you to disobey my orders!”

  “There wasn’t anything I could do.”

  “Well, Sam, this is what you’re going to do. You’re going to contact your DA and demand that they have Cinnamon released today. If she’s not out waiting for me by the time I get there, I am going to pop your ass like an unwanted pimple. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what.”

  “Yes boss.”

  “Good boy,” I said patting him on his head.

  Getting off the dingy run down desk, I grabbed my cream colored Marc Jacobs bag and allowed my matching heels to hit the tan, tile floor. Adjusting my cream business suit, I checked my face in my MAC compact mirror and exited the precinct. Half of the Miami Dade Police Department was a part of my payroll and I was very displeased with them.