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by Richie Drenz




  THE HEART OF REVENGE

  A TRILOGY

  RICHIE DRENZ

  Jamaica’s Most Outrageous Author

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  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright 2013 Richie Drenz

  Published by the Drenz Publishing Co. (Ja.)

  www.drenzbooks.com

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  Photography by Pure Marketing

  Model- Melissa Smith {Available for hire}

  Editor, Dian Morgan

  First Drenz Publishing Printing July 2012

  10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

  ISBN 978-976-95365-2-4

  Excerpts from “Climaxes” copyright 2011 Richie Drenz

  Cover design, Interior design and typesetting by Richie Drenz

  Ebook formatting by www.ebooklaunch.com

  Table of Contents

  Acknowledgements

  Chapter 1 - Heartburns & in-Deceptions

  Chapter 2 - God in her Heart

  Chapter 3 - It Started When I Was Fourteen

  Chapter 4 - Heart Forgives but After I Revenge

  Chapter 5 - Busted Or Not?

  Chapter 6 - Jacket Or Abortion

  Chapter 7 - Daddy Wishes Son Dirt

  Chapter 8 - Death, His Final Supper, Served As a Hearty Breakfast

  Chapter 9 - Vance Has A Big Heart

  Chapter 10 - Vance Has A Good Friend

  Chapter 11 - Ice cream for Pinky?

  Chapter 12 - Before I Touch it

  Chapter 13 - A Clean Heart, Muddy Hands and Who Breed

  Chapter 14 - I’m Building a Mansion On Quicksand

  Chapter 15 - Picture-woman Munchy

  Chapter 16 - An Heartfelt I Do

  Chapter 17 - My White Gold Wedding Ring

  Chapter 18 - Braveheart, I Won’t Run

  Chapter 19 - Do This For Me

  Chapter 20 - The Heart of War

  Chapter 21 - The Broken-Hearted

  Chapter 22 - Full Heart Attack

  Chapter 23 - Emergency, Just Pick up

  Chapter 24 - What Now?

  Chapter 25 - It’s in a Nissan Sunny

  Chapter 26 - Use your Head

  Chapter 27 - Vodka in My Heart String

  Chapter 28 - Dig Up in Mi Mother’s Business

  Chapter 29 - Pack Your Belongings

  Chapter 30 - What Kind of Secret Between Them

  Chapter 31 - Pay Me or Get Shot

  Chapter 32 - Be Warned

  Chapter 33 - Keep Trying Till Never

  Chapter 34 - This is the Plan B

  Chapter 35 - Got To Go

  Chapter 36 - Who Dead

  Chapter 37 - Persuasion

  Chapter 38 - Mr. Willie Hold the Keys

  Chapter 39 - Back to the Warehouse

  Chapter 40 - Heart in My Mouth

  Chapter 41 - Black Heart

  Chapter 42 - Balancing my Heart

  Chapter 43 - The Heart of Revenge

  IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS

  About the Author

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  All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.

  Acknowledgements

  If I had a son, I would thank him, but since I don't, Mira Williams is the first person, I would like to thank after thanking God. She has been there a whole lot to listen to my buzzing nags and worry about every detail of the book thrice. Thanks Mira and I am looking forward to publish your upcoming book ‘Kitty Rules’. Patrick ‘Pajujah’ Anderson thanks for being a gigantic support of my literature, moral support and encouragement, without you this book would still be at chapter eleven. Likewise Shanice Steve you have been such great support. Tadreen ‘Bossybratz’ Segree, I swear your support knows no bounds and I too am a fan of you, Thank you. Franz Hoilette, much respect for all the strength you’ve given behind this project mi brother, big up ilovebeingjamaican.com. Lisa Campbell you have been awesome. Thank you the reader for your support and do continue.

  A huge thanks to persons on facebook that from day one has encouraged me to write, this list is in no order whatsoever and some persons may have changed their names but here goes, Keda-Gaye Duffus, Shev Morgan, Sophia Shakur, Carla McClaughlin, Sugar Bear, Kimmy Simpson, Sacha Barririffe, Kim Lee Kafka, Rochelle Bosslady, Chelton Glenister, Samantha Bryant, Shawya Hudson, Stacyann Taylor, Taneisha Kentish, La Tondra, Sashell Bennett, Laurie Sanford, Tannica Brown, Ty Anthony, Pretty Nessa, Nikki Nickalicious, Lia Dimepiece, Shannika Palmer, Monique Grant, Ashoikie Saunders, Aretha Miller, Lady Jay Knight, Christina Brown, Jason Williams, Alicia McKenzie, Flawless Stop Caring Meika, Sabrina White, Ana-Alicia Beckford, Breezy Thompson, Shanese Thorpe, Krystal Saunderson, Myesha Johnson, Anrkiss, Ronae White, Marsha Lamont, Shari Reid, Frankii Maragh, Lacey Thompson, Shanique English, Lisa Heartfelt, Camille Loren, Jelisa White, Alethia Gooden, Alessi Alexander, Kim Berly, Deveen, Lacye Hyman, Phelecia Miller, Ibrena Rebele, Antoinette Toni Brown, Lisa Marie Hydes, Lotoya Grey, Shantel Smith, Chilli Swaggerific, Shamel Lopez, Malissa Fletcher, Kandis Williams, Jhennell Trudy, Taneipoo Boost, Foxalot Variance Will, , Kelz Squire, Waldo Pitt, Sonya Henry, Tequilla, Rosa Bonfire Wood, Nathoya Smith, Nia Simone, Bella Ferguson, Kooli Badu, Shelly Simone, Cassie Blake, Ivy Ivana, Renzii Hibbert, ShanLeica, Sherita Bell, Pam-Pam Smiley, Evelyn Walsh, Monalyn Blake, Cherribaby, Kristol-Lee Robinson, Shannel Johnson, Jordiekae Bolt, Kaya Hastings, Lori Stewart, Rose Marie Shaw, Thick Chick, Faith Rankine, Le Grimm, Brigette SoHard, Elimac Evol, Tabitha Lynch-Powell, Marian Foster, Jodi-ann Superstar Mudfish, Danielle Cox, Abigail Simpson, Chevelle Campbell, Natalia Rose, Stacy-Ann ‘Karamel’ Johnson, Rochelle ‘Bosslady’ Gibson, Mitsie Charlton, Kaseka Daley, Latoya Grant, Rayphia Porter, Brenda Daley, Shantell McFarlane, Seveen Jaja, Sasha Henry, Faith Rankine-Bell, A. Divine ‘Karma’ Blake, Latoya Lyn, Nak’ky Curtis, Regina Bennett, Ishaku Ibu Shango, Akeila Dyer, Brenda Daley, Shannel Johnson, Simone Smith, Diamond Benjamin, Meika Skyers.

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  Dedicated to - Melissa Roye

  OTHER BOOKS BY RICHIE DRENZ

  The Jamaican Ninja

  Release Date - 30 Sept. 2012

  Read sample excerpt at RichieDrenzBlog.com/The-Jamaican-Ninja

  Climaxes

  Release Date - 31 Nov. 2012

  Read sample excerpt at RichieDrenzBlog.com/Climaxes

  The Heart of Revenge 2

  Release Date - 31 Nov. 2012

  Read sample excerpt at RichieDrenzBlog.com/THOR2

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  CHAPTER 1

  Heartburns & in-Deceptions

  by: Leelia Lexings

  Like seriously, it all began out of REVENGE. And the problem was all because the door wasn’t shut. As in, it was pushed closed but the lock wasn’t secured. It wasn’t safe. I could’ve and should’ve latched it but I didn’t, and it wasn’t that I was too caught up here either, just wasn’t sure I was really going to go through with this or not. It’s summer, June 11, and lord did I need this three months break from UWI. I was so charged up about it until I threw myself into this situation I’m in right now. I planned it, but
sitting here face to face with it right now, I‘m not sure how I should feel inside or what I was feeling. My age? Nineteen. Just turned nineteen in April, and believe it or not, today is probably the biggest day I’ll ever have in my life already. And for sure the most important day in my brother, Vance’s, life. I nervously looked towards the lock on the plain white door. Don’t judge me, - BUT - today, this was happening in the bathroom.

  “Hey, take our picture. Just like we are now.”

  I instructed him, while sitting in his lap. My arms hugged around his neck, both of us were dressed in formal clothes and sitting in the bathroom. My breasts were outside the cups of my strapless satin dress, and my nipples still wet from just slipping out his mouth.

  “Of the two of us?” he asked tilting his head, shocked and puzzled, looking straight into my eyes. His pants zipper half-way open. It made no sense to him, but to me I knew exactly why I wanted him to do it.

  I barely mouthed, “Yeah sweets.” Raised my bosom up, and brushed my nipples against his face, my nipple rubbed above his opened mouth, grazing it. “You don’t have to make your face show in the pics.” I freed one of my arms from around his neck and quickly glanced back at the lock, turned back around and lightly petted the side of his cheek. “I don’t want you to get in any trouble boo, but make sure my face is showing ...

  Pretty please...,” I lowered my face close to his as I said ‘pretty please’ and continued to speak with my lips almost touching his cheek and close to his ear, “And show exactly what we’re doing. OK?”

  He girthed around my slim waist with both hands and eased me off him a bit. “Like this!” He panicked. He knew if a word of this ever got out and this shit ever hit the fan, it would be a very nasty tailspin. His eyes were searching all over my face, trying to see if I was sure. He asked, “Half-naked? You serious?”

  I was. As serious as a heart surgery on Obama.

  “Yeah. Email me them.” I pampered my hand seductively down the chest of his white long sleeve shirt, rubbing with pressure, so I could feel the sexual raise of his huge erected nipple through his shirt.

  “Ping me when you send them off boo.” My palm was pressing over the roundness of his nipple, I slithered my hand down his muscular chest and back up to his nipple, twinged it between my thumb and index finger, pinching and pulling it hard. Rolled it between my fingers and he licked his lips, licked them again, slowly, his teeth biting on the underside of his lower-lip. I clawed his nipple playfully with my manicured nails. His penis twitched upward.

  His face changed; a hint of anger painted his eyes. He grabbed my hand, held it steady. “Mad woman, suppose Qwan see them?” He was looking in my eyes as if I were a person on some cheap, wholesale crack.

  I became aware of where I was; anyone could walk in on us at any minute. Lord knows I wouldn’t want that. With no smile on my face, I answered him in a hushed tone,

  “Don't you worry about it, umm ... Nate. It’s Nate right?” he bobbed his head agreeing and said,

  “Nathan.”

  “ OK. Don't worry Nathan, Qwan won’t find them ...” I saw a rush of relief filled him, the fright slowly leaving from his eyes and somehow it seemed like his pupils changed, maybe it was the size of his pupils changing with his mood, growing bigger and fuller as he regained a calm, a peaceful composure in our bizarre situation. His face relaxed, about to smile. I finished my sentence, hardening my jaw as I gritted the words, “I’m going to show them to him.”

  His eyes slammed open, the formation of his smile reversed, his mouth opened, fright flying back into his eyes. He flashed my hand down with a sharp thrust, it slapped into my lap. He held it there. I wrung my hand out his grip, asked,

  “Is what? Eehm? You intimidated by Qwan?”

  “N-no...No .. but .. bu-ut .. you righted?”

  “If mi righted?” I looked away to the bathroom mirror in front of us. “Mi want it burn him.” The bitter hurt I felt from it all lastnight began to swell, bubble and explode in my chest. “It’s my damn revenge.”

  Nathan and I snapped several very provocative photos. Despite him being fully clothed, wearing his tall sleeve white shirt, black pants and a cakesoap blue tie, his erect penis was standing outside his zipper in some of the pictures, in some it was sticking in me, and in some I placed it in my mouth, posing for the camera. We didn’t have sex, we only posed.

  I still wasn’t satisfied with just the pictures. It wasn’t a big enough get back. So torn by thoughts of lastnight, so hurt, I had sex with Nathan right there. Nathan’s body jolted with a four hundred volt of electricity when he orgasmed, spewing his cum out of control and creaming everywhere he didn't want to. Some even caught on the tail of my white gown.

  We went a second round. I didn’t want to keep my panty on anymore, it was making me too hot and bothered. But if someone walked in, it would be a dead giveaway once I had my panty off. The tight elastic around the rim of the legs were squeezing me and I didn’t like the feel. He slid the crotches of my white panty to the side to get himself into my pink hole. I lifted my white gown, pushed both my thumbs down both sides of the thin elastic waist of my underwear, swiftly dragged it from underneath my long dress and it came off in a rolly twist from around my ankles as I stepped out of it, exposing my naked ass, clean skin, long legs.

  I tossed my panty over the shower rod. It had a blue shower curtain with pictures of yellow rubber ducky all over . Hopefully I could get back in my undies fast enough if anyone should bust in on us. My skin was a smooth color of creamy Milo as I bent over and cocked up my ass to take his Godzilla size into me, doggystyled position, my love-hole jumped, wanting his warm cock between my pussy, now. My walls seeping wet with my goo. I peeped between my legs from my arched-back. Waiting on his stiffness to be forced through my fleshy hole. He hoggishly hoisted the tail of my dress over my petite round buttocks, the tail bunched scraggly on my back. Roughing up my gown as if he forgot that today is a very special day for me, my biggest day. A feint worry about my brother’s situation slid across my mind. It’s a big decision. A difficult one. I’ll just do what Mommy encouraged me to do, we already came this far with the plan, I can’t turn back now. Can I? After so many years?

  I slapped my hand on to the rail of the white bath tub, fingers latched. I bent and peered at him from between my legs, my breasts bouncing from my bending over. His cannon camera hung down by its black strap from his shoulder, swung awkwardly back and forth like his balls were swinging back and forth. The tiny split in the center of his fleshy purple penis-head was damp; he aimed it right at the opening of my vagina, my entire body anticipated his cock being worked into me so sweetly, so divine, parting my flesh, stroking in me. Deep. Sensually. Fucking me. He braced his hips forward, my shoulder blades squeezed itself together, I felt the tip of his swollen head pressed against my hole. It felt warm, smooth. Chills danced on the back of my neck. His entire penis jerked, it sprang up and down slightly after the jump, like an aftershock. I felt it and my hole throbbed, my spine tightened. The smooth warm head touched the tip of my pussy-lips, just barely touching them. My arm reached between my legs and grabbed hold of his cock. My small hand could not wrap completely around his kong, it was too thick, too fat. It felt like a ten pound giant sausage in my hand, as thick as a plaintain but black. It had a fat broad head. My body jittered. Gosh! I want to feel all of it inside me. My urges were taking over. I tried to take a grip of myself. I shouldn’t enjoy this so much, but .. but my body, it’s too aroused, ready, wanting, roaring.

  I ran my fingers down his full length, the pad of my fingertips stroked over the smooth yet sharp zig-zags that his lightning veins forked from the root and sides all the way to the tip. The straight and long main vein running smoothly up the side, like a thick rope, it made the biggest bulge of all the veins. The softness of the thin skin that wrapped his penis will let me feel the swell of the veins for sure as it rubs up and down in me, but with a smooth feel, a textured feel when my juices lather it. I couldn’t wait to
have this juicy cock in me, feel it in me, feel it. A feeling ran through my body. Hot, excited, wanting. So wanting. My belly jerked quietly, like an hiccup of horniness, it nudged my heart rate, my heart speeding and I could feel each beat pounding against my breasts. I couldn’t control my body’s reaction. I wiped my thumb midway his cock, side to side. God! I wanted this. My pussy clasped itself shut and then released. I shouldn’t have another contraction till couple more seconds. But I was so horny my clit jumped again in seconds, one right after the other, pulling my clit inward. I bit my lip. Squeezed the middle of his flesh. Clit jumped again. What’s happening? And again. Jumped again. I squeezed my fingers around it, at the root, close to his balls, stroking it up and down, jerking him, jerking it, jerking his big fat cock. I felt it growing even stiffer in my hand, swelling thicker, solid, heavy. It rose higher, lifting my hand, horniness ravishing through its veins. He desperately wanted to push his cock into the sweetest place on earth. Inside me. He looked down at my arched back, pushed his hip forward, wanting to fuck me, fuck me till my titties fall off. I wanted to feel him inside. I didn’t see his face, I heard his desperate moans,

 

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