by Tina J
“Yup and come to find out, these two were in on it.” He pointed to two other guys.
“You brought the truck?” I asked Reg.
Whenever we needed to get rid of someone, there’s a truck that held all types of torture things and weapons. You wouldn’t know because looking inside, it’s two rows of seats and looks normal. Press a button and the floor lifts up with unimaginable things in it.
“Bring out the gasoline, rope and a machete.” Bran, ran over to grab the things I asked for. I walked up on the two cops and stared in their faces.
“I don’t know who told you it was a good idea to come for me, but you fucked up.” Since they were already bound by the hands and feet, it only made sense to drag them to the tree.
“How many branches you see?” I asked Reg.
“I need strong ones to hold these bodies.” He looked at me.
“I’m gonna show these motherfuckers not to ever come for me.” He didn’t say a word as we threw rope around each strong branch, tied it to all their legs and hung them all upside down. They were yelling, screaming and some tried their hardest to escape.
“All of you thought or should I say, assumed it was ok to try and steal from me. And before you say it, robbing a person is another form of stealing.” I nodded at Bran and he began to pour gasoline around the tree.
“What you failed to realize is I’m not to be fucked with. I’m not those niggas off the street who’ll let this slide; only for you to do it again. Nah, that ain’t me.”
“Please don’t do this.” Somebody yelled.
“Your deaths will remind everyone not to try me.” I walked around staring at each individual.
“After you pour it around the tree, splash it on each person. That way, if by some chance the rope breaks or burns, once they hit the ground they’ll catch on fire.” Bran did like I asked.
“This is your hell. Peace.” I said, sparked the igniter, placed it on the ground and watched the fire go in a circle around the tree. The flames began to rise, and I heard screaming, people praying, and begging. A few bodies dropped and just like expected, they burned right away due to the gasoline on their clothes and skin.
“I don’t ever wanna be on your bad side.” Bran said and him and Reg both shook their heads.
“Don’t try being sneaky and you have nothing to worry about.” I left them standing there, hopped in my car and drove home. My shoes had dirt all over them and I smelled like smoke. I took a quick shower and raced back to my moms’ event.
“Where you been? Your mom...” I shushed Robin with a kiss, took her hand in mine and went on about my night. The cops will have fun with that tomorrow.
Kerron
“Good morning Captain.” My new secretary said with a smile on her face.
“Good morning.” I responded and stepped in my office.
I turned the news on and saw the nonstop coverage of the gruesome murder that took place last night. It’s been on all morning and unfortunately, it fell under my district, which meant I had to go there myself.
I hated going to murder scenes because news stations always want you to give out information you don’t have. Then, follow you around and ask every ten minutes if it’s anything new. The shit is irritating as hell.
The reason I became a cop is to protect and serve. After two years, the shit got boring because you were constantly arresting the same type of people. Drug dealers, drug users, pedophiles and sometimes you actually caught the individuals who committed a murder.
Anyway, the streets have a no snitching rule when it comes to murder, until it has to do with their family. All of a sudden, they need everyone to come forward. They on some only snitch if necessary type shit and I’ll never understand it. How you want us to keep crime under control, crazy murderers and people off the street and half y’all know who it is and still won’t tell. But the cops are always the bad ones; go figure.
Once I became detective, things were looking up. I didn’t have to work as much and made more money. Of course, when there’s a homicide a lotta hours went into it but it may have only been one or two days of overtime and the rest is in the office or riding through the streets bullshitting.
However; when the captain position became available, I went for it. I skipped Sargent and lieutenant but who cares? My father was a judge and I had plenty of great references.
The day I became captain, in walked the love of my life; Sade Simpson. She was fresh outta the police academy and hood as hell. She was gorgeous and had a banging body and nice ass.
I waited a few months to approach her in case they were still making sure I was a good fit for the job. When I realized no one was watching, I shot my shot and we’ve been together ever since. Her sex was explosive, and I made sure she’d never leave me by treating her the exact same way, my father did my mother and sure enough, it worked.
“Captain Oxford, they’re requesting your presence at the scene.” Sade said breaking me outta my thoughts.
“Close the door.” She did and stood there. I rose out my chair and made my way to her.
“We haven’t fucked in this office yet.” I locked the door and placed a gentle kiss on her neck.
“It’s ok. I can wait until later. It’s too many people here and...”
“And nothing. Take your pants off and lean over my desk. I wanna fuck you.”
“Kerron.”
“Did you hear me?” She swallowed hard and removed her pants.
“Bend over.” I pulled my dick out, slid her panties down to her legs and entered her with so much force, she had to cover her mouth and grip the desk.
“Don’t just lay there. Throw it back.”
“Mr. Oxford, can I come in to go over some things the news media is saying?” My secretary asked on the intercom.
“I’m in a meeting with Ms. Simpson. Give me a few minutes. Shit.” I didn’t mean to curse but Sade was throwing her ass back real good.
“Are you ok?”
“I’m fine. A few minutes.” I pressed the button on the intercom and ran my hands down Sade’s back.
“You fuck me real good. I love you.”
“I love you too. Oh gawddd. I’m getting ready to cum.”
“You better not cum without me.” I went faster and shit started falling off my desk.
“Kerron my stomach is hurting on this desk.” I grabbed her hair.
“I don’t care. Make me cum.” I felt her juices squirt all over my dick.
“Didn’t I tell you to wait?” I pulled out and rammed myself back in. She jumped off and luckily, at the same time, I released.
“Get the fuck out my office.” She knew I was pissed, rushed to put her stuff on, fixed herself and stepped out. I picked everything up off the floor and called my secretary in.
“Here’s the email I received from the news station.” She leaned over the desk and her tities almost popped out.
“Thanks.” She switched her big ass out the door. I’m definitely gonna fuck her.
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“Mr. Oxford can you give us the names of the people murdered here? Do you think the community should be concerned?” The news lady asked in front of the camera.
I got here and hour ago because after Sade left, it’s like my secretary couldn’t stay out my office. She kept coming in for this or that. It wasn’t until she mentioned hearing Sade moan, did she begin flirting. Talking about if I wasn’t with her, she could make me feel a lot better. I’d be moaning her name and all types of shit. I could get her on sexual harassment but why would I? She’s the one who showed me her pussy as she sat in the chair. Actually, I dared her and what do you know? Her nasty ass did it. Her pussy was as fat as her ass and like I said before, I’m definitely fucking her.
“It appears to be two undercover cops and we’re not sure who the others are. We don’t know why this happened or who else is involved. We are asking the public to come forward or call anonymously if they seen or heard anything. We do realize it happened a
t night, but any clues are welcomed. Thank you.” I told the reporters and left. It’s not much to do here and I’m hungry. I checked my messages and Sade cooked dinner and was waiting for me.
“I’m sorry for not waiting. I know you like to cum with me.” Sade stood there dressed in some lingerie. I moved past her and went to eat.
“Kerron, I’m sorry. It was feeling good and...”
WHAP!
“Get the fuck out my face. I’m eating.” She wiped the blood that trickled from her nose on her lingerie and kneeled down in front of me.
“What the fuck did I say?” She rushed to unbuckle my jeans and took me in her mouth. As good as it felt, she had to be taught a lesson for not listening.
I fisted as much hair as I could in my hand and moved in and out slow, then I sped up. I could hear her gagging and pushing on my legs to stop.
“You better swallow.” I kept going. I didn’t care about her tears or the little vomit on my dick.
“Here I cum. Oh fuckkkk!” I closed my eyes and let go.
“Now that was good. Move.” I pushed her out the way and sat down to eat my dinner. I bet she’ll learn next time.
Kenji
“I’m not feeling this shit no more Robin.” I told her as we stood in the bedroom about to have the same argument we’ve been having for the last few months.
“Why not Kenji? You’re the one who put me on it.” She spoke about the threesomes and foursomes we indulged in, on vacation. Hell motherfucking yea it’s fun but I only wanted it while we were there.
My girl wasn’t with it at first and I was fine because she’s mine. However; we go to Jamaica during hedonism last year and two of the women turned her the fuck out. I wasn’t worried because we were outta the country and for her, it was a one-time thing. Yet; here we are a year later and she’s already asking to do it again.
I wouldn’t mind if she weren’t my girl; my fiancé; the woman I planned on spending my life with. Getting engaged is the reason we went to Jamaica in the first place.
“Because you’re my fiancé that’s why. Do you know who the fuck I am? How the fuck will it look on the streets? My woman out here fucking with me and bitches?”
“I don’t care about the streets and you shouldn’t either. You’re Kenji Alonzo Smith. These men fear you; the women want you and kids wanna grow up and be like you. What we do behind closed doors ain’t nobody’s business and if anyone has something to say, you’ll shut it down. What’s the got damn problem?” She stood in front of me barely dressed with her hands on her hips.
“Maybe I should go?” I heard and turned around to see some chick standing there. I had no idea anyone was in the house.
“What the fuck is this?” I pointed to the woman.
“It’s your surprise for getting ready to open your casino slash hotel. You’re grand opening is coming up and I thought it would be a good idea to relax you.”
“With a bitch off the street?”
“Excuse me!” The chick said.
“You heard what the fuck I said. I don’t know you; you’re not my girl; therefore, you’re a bitch off the street.”
“Kenji.” Robin shouted.
“Don’t Kenji me. Matter of fact. You gotta go.” I grabbed the woman and Robin by their arms and escorted them down the stairs.
“Kenji.”
“Get the fuck out.” The woman ran to her car while Robin stood there shaking her head.
“Did you have to be so mean?”
“You invited this woman here without my knowledge and you know how I feel about anyone knowing where I rest my head. Then, you think I’m supposed to fuck her because you want to.”
“I thought it would be a good idea.”
“You thought wrong. Get the fuck off my property.” I barked.
“What?”
“You heard me. Take yo ass the fuck on.” I threw the car keys at her with some slippers she had by the couch, pushed her out the door and let it slam in her face.
“KENJI! KENJI!” She yelled and continued banging on the door. I swung it open.
“I live here.” She started crying.
“Not tonight. Go stay with your bitch ass mother until I feel like letting you back.”
“But....”
“But nothing.” I slammed the door again and looked out the glass, daring her to bang. I watched her slowly walk to the car and pull off.
I walked in my office, grabbed me a drink and turned on the computer. The security cameras came up and whatta ya know? Robin had this woman here two hours before I came home. I fast forwarded and the two of them had sex in my got damn bed. That’s disrespectful as fuck and I’m done with her.
Seeing that shit hurt me to my soul. I don’t care if it’s a man or woman, cheating is cheating. The least she could’ve done is slept with her at a hotel, which she may have because they were more than comfortable with one another.
There’s no way this is the first encounter and who knew Robin could eat pussy almost as good as me? Whatever the case, Robin is canceled and I’m gonna need a locksmith over here ASAP.
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“What up nig?” My boy Jai asked. His real name is Adjani, but we call him that for short.
We met about 10 years ago at a basketball tournament for the kids in the area. He wanted to build a community center for them, and I needed somewhere to spend my dope money. We linked up and been tight ever since.
The crazy part is, we’ve become so close, people thought we knew each other much longer. My mom loved him and so did my twelve-year-old sister. She had the biggest crush on him and never had a problem voicing it.
“I’m kicking Robin to the curb as we speak.” I told him and sat down in his office at the rec center.
“How you doing that if you here?”
“All her stuff packed up in a U-Haul and on its way to her mom’s.” He leaned back and looked at me.
“What did I miss because last night you were going home to let out frustrations, let you tell it.” He laughed.
“Listen to this shit.” I explained what happened and he was just as surprised but then again, not really.
His first interaction with Robin was bad and he hadn’t cared for her since. She accused Jai of tryna use me for money to open the center. Little did she know; Jai had his own funds from an inheritance from his grandmother. He used to hustle back in the day, but I didn’t know him then.
Like most drug dealers, I inherited my empire from my pops, who had tons of employees. I knew some but not enough to call them friends or even their names. My father only allowed me around when there were business meetings and things of that nature. He never spoke to his workers unless it was an event and even then, he didn’t because most people considered him a ghost. My father liked for people not to know who he was because no one could ever pin point him.
He showed me all about the business as far as where the money goes. He also put my name on a lot of the places he opened in case anything happened to him. Over time, I got older and started handling things on my own. I invested a lot which made me a multi-millionaire and my stock is still growing.
My latest business venture is the new hotel I’m opening. It has over two hundred rooms, two spas, three pools, a bar, bowling alley and a casino around back. It’s nowhere near Atlantic City or Las Vegas casinos but its nice as fuck and just what Ohio needed.
I took pride in it because it’s the biggest money move, I’ve made thus far. Yea, clubs and laundromats are good and I have those too, but I wanted bigger and I got it.
“Oh she bugging.” Jai said.
“Exactly. She’s called me sixty times since last night and it’s only 9:30.” I shook my head.
“Damn.”
“I’m not even gonna discuss the texts and voicemails. Just know it’s too much.”
“Y’all got seven years tho.” I understood where he was coming from but all those years in mean nothing when one of y’all cheated.
“Seven years down t
he drain for some bitch off the street. Who’s to say she hasn’t already dipped off before?”
“True.”
“Look at this.”
“What?” I showed him my phone. Robin was calling me back to back again.
“You couldn’t answer me last night and this morning?” I turned around and she was standing there looking a mess. I doubt she even slept.
“Don’t bring that shit here.” I told her and put the phone on my clip.
“Fuck Jai.”
“Hold up.” He was mad as hell.
“Don’t come up in my place talking shit.”
“Your shit Kenji purchased.” I snatched her up by the shirt and basically drug her out the door.
“Don’t come in his spot popping shit. Not that it’s your business but I didn’t put a dime to this.” She was about to say something.
“You don’t need to know everything so don’t ask questions. Second... you and I are finished.”
“Why? Huh? Because I wanted to spice up our sex life?” I pushed her against the car.
“Is there something wrong with how I fuck you?”
“I didn’t say that?”
“Is it something wrong with the way I eat your pussy?”
“Kenji.”
“Nah. I need to know why you feel we need to spice up anything.”
“I enjoyed our time in Jamaica Kenji and you did too. I thought it would be fun to do it here.” I chuckled.
“Was that before or after you fucked in my bed; our bed?” She put her head down.
“You’ve been sleeping with this chick for a minute and probably another nigga which is why we’re over.” I lifted her hand and snatched that big ass diamond off.
“Kenji let’s talk about...”
“Nothing to talk about.” I headed to my car because I didn’t want her going back in Jai’s place. I’ll speak to him later.
“Kenji please.”
“Please Nothing. You’re not who I thought you were.” I opened the door. I felt something hit my back and turned to see her shoe on the ground. Then came the other one. Before I knew it, she was swinging and screaming I’m not leaving her.
