Finessers 3

by Lucinda John

  “I’m gonna do to you what you did to my mother,” she said pulling out a knife. “I’m going to slit your throat then set you on fire.”

  The moment those words left her mouth, my mind went back to the day that I killed my husband and his mistress.

  “That was your mother?”

  “Yes, and because of you, I had to grow up without a mother!” she spat.

  “Your mother was a home wrecking whore. She knowingly laid down and opened her legs for a married man! She got what she deserved.”

  “Well, I’m going to give you what you deserve then, I’m going to destroy everything you built, starting with Chad,” she smiled. “Well if you can excuse me, I have a marriage of my own to ruin, Benny hold her up.”

  Benny grabbed me from behind and held me tightly to his chest.

  “After everything I’ve done for you, Benny, this is how you repay me?”

  “Family first,” he responded.

  “Enough! Hold that bitch up straight,” Prancer said as she sharpened the knife she was holding. “R.I.P. BITCH!!!!”

  Chapter 16

  Cinnamon

  “I’m happy you finally agreed to let me take you out,” Steven said as he pulled out my chair.

  “I’m surprised anyone wants to take me out,” I honestly said.

  “Why you say that?”

  “I’m married and pregnant with my second child.”

  “That doesn’t bother me. I just want to get to know you then we’ll go from there.”

  “Thank you for finding me that beautiful office space,” I said changing the subject.

  “No, thank you for that wonderful job you did to my home. You are really talented.”

  “Thank you,” I blushed.

  We had a nice conversation while enjoying a lunch of BBQ ribs, loaded mash potatoes, and broccoli. Steven was such a gentlemen throughout our whole date, which earned him cool points with me. I wasn’t really too ready to date again being that I was pregnant and still married, but it was nice to have such a sexy man keep me company.

  It had been months since Chad gave me the business and with these pregnancy hormones jumping, I was hot and ready. Chad and I barely spoke. After he decided to not attend my court date, I decided to cut him short. I filed for our divorce and we was scheduled to appear before a judge.

  There was no doubt in my mind that I loved Chad. It was just that I didn’t have the energy nor patience to deal with his shit. He made it clear I wasn’t who he wanted, the proof was in the video that was left in my mailbox. He was on a camera fucking some bitch like he didn’t have a wife or kids.

  “What are you over there thinking so hard about?” Steven asked.

  “Oh, forgive me. I’m sorry for being so rude.”

  “It’s ok, as I was saying, I would like to invest in your company.”

  “Invest?”

  “Yes, I have some money that I was looking to invest. I think your company have potential to be something great.”

  “Thank you, but I’m not looking for any investors at the moment.”

  “Think about it. Every successful business has a few investors behind them.”

  “Ok, I’ll definitely give it some thought.”

  “Cinnamon, we need to talk now!” a disheveled Chad said startling us.

  “Chad, I’m on a date, can this wait?”

  “No, Cinnamon, bring your ass outside I need to talk to you now!” he snapped and walked away.

  “Sorry, Steven. Could you please excuse me so I can see what my crazy husband wants?”

  “Take your time,” Steven said as he got up and helped me out of my chair.

  “Thank you, I’ll be back.”

  I walked outside to find Chad puffing on a blunt. The way he was taking in long, deep puffs let me know that something was bothering him. He had another thing coming if he thought he could come snap on me for having lunch after he fucked a bitch!

  “Why you out here carrying my baby and being a fucking slut?” he said staring at the ground.

  “This what you came out here for? How the fuck you know I was here anyways? Are you following me, Chad?”

  “While we going through a family crisis, you out here in some random nigga’s face acting like a thot!”

  “Family crisis?” I asked thinking about CJ. “Is CJ ok?” I said as I began to panic.

  “Yes, CJ is fine.”

  “OMG, is it mama? Honey?”

  “Nah,” he said as tears began to fill his eyes.

  “What is it, Chad?”

  “She’s dead. They found her dead. Somebody slit her throat then set her on fire like she was some fucking animal.” He broke down on the sidewalk sobbing.

  “Who’s dead?” I bent down to console him.

  “Mama J, somebody took away the woman that raised me, the only mother I’ve ever known.”

  “OMG NOOOOOOOOOOO!!” I wailed.

  My body began to get hot as I felt myself get dizzy. My head began to pound and my vision blurred. How could someone be so brutal and kill such a sweet lady; I asked myself as I continued to weep. My heartbeat began to quicken and everything began to spin.

  “Cinnamon, are you ok?” Steven asked.

  I tried to respond, but my throat was dry. Chad’s words began to echo in my head. Mama J is dead, Mama J is dead. I tried to get off of the ground, but my legs gave up.

  “Somebody call an ambulance now!” Was the last thing I heard before I became dead to the world.

  BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

  I woke up in a hospital bed to an annoying beeping sound. I sat up and looked around and spotted my mother asleep in the chair. I tried to remember how I got here until reality hit me.

  “Mom,” I called out.

  “Oh, baby you’re awake,” she said coming over to hug me.

  “What happened?” I asked.

  “Your blood pressure went through the roof causing you to have a panic attack.”

  “Is the baby ok?”

  “Yes my little princess is fine.”

  “A daughter?” I asked confused.

  I was now six months pregnant and I still didn’t know what I was having because my baby was very stubborn. Every time I’d have an ultrasound done, the baby’s legs would be closed tight. At least now I knew I had a baby girl who was learning early how to keep her legs closed.

  “Is it true?” I whispered.

  “Yes, baby I’m sorry,” my mother replied holding me tighter.

  “Why would someone do that to her?”

  “I don’t know baby, we live in a cruel world.”

  “How’s Chad?” I asked.

  “He isn’t doing so well. He’s taking the news real bad.”

  “Where is CJ?”

  “With Honey.”

  My mother continued to hold me as we rocked back and forth both in our own little world. My mind visited memories that I still had painted in my head of CoCo. A day didn’t go by where I didn’t think of her. I was really beginning to understand when people said that life was short.

  “Hello, Mrs. Green, I’m Dr. Joyner,” the old man said as he entered my room. “Everything with the baby looks fine. The news that you received today did make your blood pressure go up, which caused you to have a panic attack. We ran a lot of test and everything is normal, baby is growing fine, and your health is perfect. Try to stay off your feet for a few days and take it easy. The nurse will be in with your discharge papers and instructions. Again my condolences goes out to you and your family.”

  “Thank you doctor,” my mother replied.

  My mother helped me out of the hospital robe and into my clothes. I retrieved my phone from out of my purse and was hit with tons of missed calls and texts from Steven. I opened the last text he sent me, which told me to call him when I was feeling up to it.

  Scrolling down my contact list, I stopped at Chad’s name. I wanted to text him and ask him if he was ok, but a
part of me didn’t. I was still hurt by the way he called me out of my name. I understood that he was hurt, but that didn’t give him a free pass to disrespect me. Locking my screen then placing the phone back in my purse, I figured I’d give him some more time.

  The nurse handed my mom my discharge papers and we headed to my house. When I got home, the first thing I did was undress and got in bed. I was so hurt by the death of Mama J that the tears wouldn’t stop.

  Grabbing the photo album titled, “Family”, I began thumbing through the pictures. Seeing Mama J holding CJ for the first time brought more tears to my eyes. The joy that was written all over her beautiful face was unforgettable. I would always carry Mama J in my heart. Pulling out my phone, I decided to send Chad a text.

  HUBBY: We’re having a girl.

  I sat with the phone in my hand and waited for him to respond. The icon indicated that he read it and was typing. I waited some more, but he never did reply. Pissed off, I turned my phone off and went to sleep.

  “Mama! Mama! Mama!”

  I woke up to CJ smacking me in the face. No matter how much of a bad day I was having, I could always count on my little man to put the biggest smile on my face. He was looking up at me with those big eyes; smiling and exposing those dimples he inherited from his father.

  “Hey mommy’s baby,” I cooed placing kisses all over his face.

  “Mama?”

  “Yes baby, mommy is here,” I replied tickling him and causing him to break out in laughter.

  He laid his head on my belly and started babbling in baby talk as if he was communicating with his baby sister. Every time I laid eyes on CJ, I wanted to strangle Chad for even thinking he wasn’t his. CJ resembled Chad so much. It was as if Chad spit him out. Speaking of the devil, I thought as I rolled my eyes as soon as Chad entered the room.

  “Dada?” CJ said jumping into Chad’s arm.

  “Hey man what’s good?” Chad said sitting on the small sectional that I decorated my room with.

  “How you feeling?” Chad asked.

  “Don’t worry about me.”

  “I’m not worried about you, I’m worried about what’s in you.”

  “Boy bye! If you was so worried you would have been sitting in the hospital with me.”

  “Cinnamon, I just lost my grandmother; the lady that fucking raise me!” he said raising his voice and causing CJ to jump.

  “Chad, don’t ok, you are not the only one suffering from this lost.”

  “Can you do me a favor?” he asked.

  “It depends.”

  “Will you make Mama J’s funeral arrangements?”

  “Of course, I will.”

  “You still got my black card right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Use it to get anything you need. Money is not a problem. Spend whatever you need to. I want Mama J to be buried in style.”

  “Ok.”

  “Hey, Chad, baby, I made dinner. Did you want to stay and eat?” my mother said entering the room with a tray of food.

  “No ma’am I’m heading home, make sure she feeds my princess.”

  “You know I’mma feed my grandbaby.”

  “Cinnamon, I’m going to take CJ with me so you can rest.”

  I nodded my head in agreement.

  “Ok mini me, go kiss mommy you rolling with daddy.”

  CJ ran over to me and gave me a big, fat sloppy kiss before running back into his father’s arms. I had to laugh because when Chad came around, it was as if I didn’t exist. I watched as Chad laced up CJ’s Jordan’s and walked out of the room with him.

  “I don’t know why y’all playing these games. It’s clear that you both love each other,” my mother said.

  “Mom not now.”

  “Hmm, that’s what’s wrong with you young folks, y’all don’t know how to work shit out. One disagreement and y’all so ready to just quit.”

  “Mom please!!” I snapped.

  “Ok, baby, it’s your life, live it as you please. Eat up before that food get cold,” she said leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

  I said grace before picking up the fork and diving in. The aroma of the fried chicken, string beans, yellow rice, and blueberry cornbread had my baby doing flips. My mouth watered as I stuck a fork filled with food in it, slowly chewing and savoring every bite. My mama knew she had talent in the kitchen; I was going to talk to her about opening up a little restaurant. She needed a hobby since she called herself always wanting to meddle in my business.

  My phone chimed letting me know I had an incoming text.

  HUBBY: Make sure you feed my baby.

  I read the text then put the phone down. Searching for the remote, I surfed the TV guide until I was able to locate episodes of Empire. Honey was going so crazy over the show so I decided to watch it to see what all the hype was about.

  Chapter 17

  Prancer

  Today was the day of Julie’s funeral and I was going to be there. I wanted to witness her ass in the casket going six feet under. The look on her face when I slit her throat was priceless. Dumb bitch brought that on herself. She thought she was so insurmountable that she stopped traveling with security. That was one big mistake that caused the grim reaper to claim her poor little old soul.

  GS Boyz’s Stanky Legg blasted from my stereo as I danced while getting ready for the funeral. I slipped on my red bra and panty set, it was only right that I wore red since I was the one who killed the old bitch. I applied lotion to my body never missing a beat to the song.

  Now get it, get it, now get it, get it

  Now get it, get it, now get it, get it

  I dropped down to the floor and started popping my booty to the beat. I was so into shaking my ass that I didn’t notice that I was being watched until I turned around.

  “Damn lil mama got ass,” Vic said looking at me with lust in his eyes.

  I was now disgusted with his sprung ass now that I had no use for him. I wanted to take him out the night I killed Julie, but there was still one offshore account that I needed the code to. Plus, I needed him alive so that I could get in good with Chad. My plan was to sell Vic out after I wiped him clean.

  “You like what you see daddy?”

  “Hell, fuck, yeah!” he replied walking towards me.

  “What you gonna do with all this ass?” I teased.

  “I can show you better than I can tell you. Come sit on daddy’s face,” he said laying on the bathroom floor.

  I purposely stepped on his bandaged shoulder. I couldn’t believe how dumb this nigga was. He actually allowed himself to get shot by her ass leaving his blood at the crime scene.

  “I’m sorry baby,” I apologized, taking a seat on his face.

  His lips brushed up against my clit causing me to shutter. He made his tongue stiff like a dick and stuck it deep in my hole. I rode his tongue slowly using the tip of his nose to stimulate my clit. Unhooking my bra, I pinched my nipples before sticking them in my mouth. I bit down hard on my nipple, gently sucking on it, imagining that I was fucking Chad.

  “Mmmm, yes daddy,” I moaned out in pleasure as images of Chad popped in my head.

  “Oh, shit I’m about to cuuuuuuuum!!!!!” I yelled out as I creamed all over Vic’s face.

  Vic licked all of my juices off his face then got up rubbing his dick. Pushing me down on all fours, he grabbed my hair then shoved his dick deep in me. I yelled out in excitement as he roughly fucked me. I loved when he manhandled me, it heightened the pleasure.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  Vic smacked me on the ass as he continued to pump in and out of me. I felt cold saliva slide down the crack of my ass as he spat on me. He used the tip of his dick to play with the entrance of my ass hole before sliding in it.

  “What the fuck are you dooooooing… ooooooh don’t stop!” I moaned as he roughly toyed with my clit while stroking me in the ass.

  This dead man walking was really
putting in work. It was as if he knew this was the last pussy he was ever going to get before he joined Julie in hell. I decided to make it worth his while by throwing my ass back at him.

  I made my booty cheeks clap on his dick causing his legs to go weak. His strokes became slow letting me know he wasn’t trying to cum yet. I bust my nuts and was ready for him to get the fuck off me, so I continued to forcefully throw my ass back at him causing him to pull out and nut all between my ass crack.

  “Why are you going to the funeral?” Vic asked as I jumped back in the shower.

  “It’s the only way I am going to get closer to Chad.”

  “We could just shoot that motherfucker up and kill all their asses,” Vic replied

  “And ruin such a perfect plan? I think not.”

  “Don’t tell me you falling for that nigga.”

  “The only niggas I’m in love with is those dead presidents whose faces are printed on my money. Other than that, I ain’t got no love for these niggas.”

  I could tell that my comment had him feeling some type of way. Oh well, who told this dumb ass nigga to catch feelings for me? I was so ready to get rid of his bitch ass that I was tempted to grab my .22 and pump hot lead in his ass.

  After cleaning Vic’s semen off my body, I slipped back on my undergarments and hand curled my hair. I applied just a little bit of blush to make my cheeks pop then some rosy red lipstick to my lips. Pulling the all black strapless dress over my body, I dressed it with a tan blazer and a pair of tan pumps.

  Vic was giving me a look as if he was trying to read my thoughts. Wearing my poker face, I continued to get ready while showing no emotions. Before I left the house, I gave him a nice long kiss; the same type of kiss Judas gave Jesus right before he betrayed him.

  The bitch’s funeral was amazing. I could tell Chad spare no expenses burying her. The outside of the church was decorated with an array of beautiful white flowers and doves. The inside was nicely decorated as well with pictures of Julie and her family scattered everywhere. I even saw a picture of Julie and her late husband; the one she killed my mom over. I had to give my mom her props he was fine as hell. He reminded me of Chad.