Graveyard Love

by T. C. Littles

  Everything was moving so fast. I started to feel the urge to act on the words coming from my mouth, which was different for me when in character.

  “Humph, I like it when pretty girls get nasty. Can I call you names? Like ‘my little slut,’ ‘my nasty little tramp,’ or ‘a filthy come whore’?” He was more of a pervert than I thought he’d be.

  “If that’s what turns you on,” I devilishly smiled, unbuckling his pants so he could whip his hardness all the way out. His suit pants fell to his ankles; then he casually stepped out of them with no effort.

  “I’m about to give you exactly what you came looking for.” He smacked my ass roughly and pulled me in for a longing kiss.

  His tongue explored my mouth as he slid his hands down the backside of my pants. Even though I was putting up a helluva fight, my resistance wasn’t strong enough. He grabbed my neck gently with one hand while cupping my camel toe aggressively.

  “That’s it, you li’l freak. Yeah, you like it. I can tell you like it. Your nipples are erect and puffy from this roughness. How much do you want me to pay you so that I can taste that sweet, fat pussy?”

  I pushed back from him, sliding my cat suit down. I needed to hit a lick on any extra money unaccounted for ’cause, for real, I was in the most dangerous position.

  There wasn’t any time to waste if I wanted to catch this nut. By now, I’m sure they knew we’d left the gaming room and were in the hotel.

  Pulling out a wad of cash and placing it in my purse, Robert didn’t waste any time kneeling in front of me, sucking on my stomach, then licking up to my breasts. My head fell back as I focused on the green light of the smoke detector.

  Hurry up, nigga; you ain’t got all day.

  “You taste delicious,” he said, and then went back down to licking my clit like a hungry beast.

  For a moment, I closed my eyes and got lost in the feeling. The rush of knowing Spade was only a few floors away had my adrenaline pumping, but I’d die if he caught me, literally.

  My eyes flew back open as I checked my watch, coming to reality with my last thoughts. Time was running crucially short, and Robert wouldn’t be the only dead body left here tonight if Spade caught me enjoying any minute of this.

  “Do you have somewhere you should be?” He caught me checking the time. The expression on his face made it apparent that he felt disrespected.

  “As good as you are at licking this cat, baby, not by a long shot. I’m here for the night.” I winked, trying to sugar him up and buy me some time to regain my composure and control of the situation.

  “Money makes the world go around, and with me, pretty lady, there’s no concern about traveling.” He was a corny-ass big spender. I held in my laughter.

  “Good, ’cause I have a lot of places I’d like to see. Find your way back between my legs, please.”

  “Naw, I’m trying to see how tight you can grab this meat with your pussy lips.” He pulled out his ten-inch cock and rubbed the tip around my slit. “I’ve got your juice all over my mouth and none over my dick, bitch. Buck those hips up and give me more than a taste.”

  His face turned cold, one too similar to Spade’s. He was serious, and I was in trouble. Me wanting to get a quick sneak nut had gotten me into some shit I wasn’t about to get out of.

  Robert was controlling the game now. As he rammed his dick inside of my warmth, I squealed loudly to let Rocko and Spade know I was in trouble. He was terrorizing my vagina way worse than Spade had ever done. I was more thankful now than ever that I’d left a pen in the crack of the door so they’d have easy entry.

  “Oh, you are a filthy little whore. I see you like it rough.”

  My eyes flickered to the back of my head when he started biting my nipples and sucking hickeys all over my neck trying to break through my skin. The louder I screamed and scratched at his back, the harder he attacked my body.

  “Get the hell up off me, you crazy-ass nigga,” I shrieked, not caring if I blew our cover. At this point, the setup was feeling more like rape.

  “Naw, pretty baby. You were watching me, and you came to me willing to do a few tricks for a little cash. Don’t back down now. This is exactly what you wanted. I plan on giving it to you good, though, so relax and don’t fight. And don’t worry; you’ll get your money.” He aggressively grabbed my thighs and shoved them up in the air and slammed into me harder.

  “I’m not fighting. I’m trying to save your life. Don’t make this the last pussy your manhood crawls up in.” I pressed my lips together and swallowed hard. “Now, get up off of me.” Where the hell are Spade and Rocko?

  He continued to hold me down, this time with his hand cupped over my mouth.

  “Shhh, pretty girl. There’s no reason to waste your voice or make me angry at you for talking so recklessly. Either it’s going in your mouth or in that delicious wet box between your legs. You can pick, but I will have you, for a fee, of course.”

  My pussy was dry as sandpaper, and my body was as tense as a board. I should’ve never let my purse leave my side, and I was gonna catch hell on the flipside with Spade behind that.

  It was taking so long for them to get here that I panicked the device had failed me. At least if I had my purse, I could’ve used my blade to slit this man’s throat. That earlier adrenaline rush for a quick nut was causing me severe humiliation and pain now. And it was too late to turn back the hands of time.

  The room was starting to spin. Part of my air supply was cut off, and the other half was strained because all of his weight was lying on top me. Sweat was pouring from his face and hairy chest as he continued to ravish my now-limp body.

  “If I take my hand from off your mouth and you scream, I will kill you.” He locked his eyes with mine.

  Little did he know I wasn’t afraid to die at the hands of an abusive man—Spade made sure of that. I nodded to him, blinking my eyes to signal that he was well understood.

  He removed his hand slowly while still slow stroking me. I fought the urge to regurgitate in my own mouth at his version of lovemaking.

  “Please let me get up and get myself together. I get it, no turning back. I’m all in,” I gasped for air as he continued to rub his stiffness on me.

  “I’m not a fool, sweetheart. There’s no leaving this bed until this nut spits up out of here.”

  And he meant just that. I watched the digital clock beside the bed as I tried to make up in my mind if this was rape. But I’d gotten myself into this position—with the guidance of Spade, of course.

  Robert used all his force to grind, plow, and dig my guts deep for what seemed like an hour ’cause it was so vile, but in reality, it was only two minutes. When I thought the worst was over, I felt his hot semen shoot up my coochie and instantly started praying for it not to marinate. The missed birth control pill I didn’t take this morning suddenly seemed really important.

  “Climb out from under the pussy, bitch. It’s payout time!” Rocko and Spade rushed into the room with their guns drawn, ready to ripple Robert’s body up.

  “Whoa! What the fuck is going on? Bitch, I know you didn’t set me up.” Before I could answer, Spade snatched me up, tossed me to the floor, and was stomping my naked body with his fresh pair of Cole Haan loafers.

  While Rocko steadily held his pistol to the dome of Robert’s head, they couldn’t help but watch Spade beat me black and blue.

  “Please, stop! I’m sorry. Oh my God, help me,” I cried out, begging and pleading for Spade to have mercy on me. The haymakers he was throwing my way were coming too fast.

  “What type of crazy hood nigga shit is this?” Robert had the nerve to utter.

  Whap!

  “Shut the fuck up, nigga.” Rocko pistol-whipped Robert, then leaned over to pull Spade from off top of me. “Back to business, yo. Handle that domestic shit at the crib. There’s money on the floor.”

  “Get your nasty ass up and get dressed.” Spade yoked me up by the throat. “I’m not done with you.”

  Rocko
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  I collared the perverted business professional up and dragged him over to the safe his assistant, the one we were both probably sleeping with, swore his cash was in. Spade and Jakia might’ve been on that dumb shit, but I wasn’t veering from the plan.

  “Please just take what you came for and go,” Robert pleaded for his life.

  “I ain’t here for no fuckin’ compromises, perv. And since you were diggin’ ole girl over there—any mercy we was gonna have on ya ass is dead and gone. Damn—kinda like you.” There was no need for me to sugarcoat his fate—this was it whether or not he liked it.

  “I can’t believe I’m about to die behind a tricky-ass whore.” Robert hung his head low.

  Whap!

  Like a bat out of hell, cuzzo rushed Robert and pistol-whipped him square in the center of his eyes. The surprising off-guard blow caused his head to snap back as blood was drawn instantly and running down his face. He’d just split this nigga’s shit to the white meat.

  “Nigga, ain’t you realized you’re about to die behind this whore?” Spade was foaming at the mouth as he continuously pistol-whipped the rich, black man as blood flew and splattered across the walls. “Where’s the cash at, nigga? You know what we came for, you ole get-pussy-ass nigga.”

  Jakia sat in the corner with her knees close to her chest, crying her tears out over a red, swollen face. I only pitied her for a few seconds. She knew the consequences of going too far with a mark. But had it been my woman, she wouldn’t have been here in the first place.

  Tonight, Spade had played Russian roulette with his woman and got the bullet gutted to his ego. I mean, real talk, all shit aside, sometimes you make the bitch that hurts you the most.

  “Hey, man, let’s get what we came here for and be out.”

  Spade didn’t follow my suit immediately as he taunted the now-half-dead man. But he was the one with a personal vendetta at this point, not me, so I let him alone to do him. I rushed to the safe, pushed in the code I got from Lezlee, and then tore the room up to make it seem like more of a random attack.

  I tossed everything he owned—including high-priced slacks, shirts, shoes, cuff links, and a few wads of cash I stuffed in my pocket for my own come-up. Had Spade been attending to stickup business, he could’ve been in on the extra Benjamins too.

  The final thing I did was wipe everything down with Clorox so any fingerprints Jakia left while on her mission couldn’t be traced back.

  “You got it, dude? We straight? ’Cause I’m about to ice this nigga,” Spade gritted through his teeth with a menacing stare.

  “Yeah, man, we good, fa’sho,” I slung the two duffel bags of stolen cash over my shoulder. “Do whatever you gotta do so we can get up outta here. Time is wasting, and it ain’t on our side.”

  “Time is always on our side, nigga. Believe that,” Spade responded, putting one in the chamber of his Smith & Wesson. “We the muthafuckin’ bosses out here, chief. We run this city!”

  Spade

  The room reeked of open ass and my woman’s pussy. I could smell Jakia’s scent from a mile away.

  “Hey, baby, get over here and so I can show you the stroke of a real man.”

  I dropped my pistol to my side, then grabbed my balls, feeling the need to throw my weight. The more I watched her half-nude, freshly fucked body scramble to get up from the floor, the more enraged I got.

  “I’m sorry, baby. Please, can we just go home? I don’t want to do this anymore.”

  “Yeah, when I’m done. So, hurry yo’ busted ass up! Don’t make me skull drag you over this way. I ain’t trying to hear but two words—‘Yes, daddy.’” It was taking everything in me not to leave her creep foul behind right next to this mark buster.

  “So, what this nigga do to you before I got here? And don’t lie.” I stood over her with one hand itching to lay her out and the other aiming my pistol at ole boy. Either situation, I was prepped to come out the winner.

  “Please,” she sobbed, taking a few steps back, and throwing her arm up as a shield of protection. “He made me. I said stop, but he kept going.”

  Her cries meant nothing. They were the fuel to my insanity. “What the fuck did he do to you?”

  “He ate my pussy and what you walked in on.” She spoke low with her head held lower.

  “Well, I tell you what,” I leaned down, now talking to the mark buster. “Since you did all that, got robbed of your cash, and took one helluva ass whopping—the least I can give you is a nut before you die. Drop to your knees, boo.”

  I now pointed my pistol at Jakia. How dare she lie there and let all this shit go down? I’m about to teach her an unforgettable lesson.

  She took two steps toward the mark while keeping her eyes fixated on me. I looked down at him and saw his eyes moving from left to right in bewilderment. Neither one of them spoke a word, but their fear could be sensed without effort. Yeah, I was on some ill-bred grime ball shit, but I had a point to prove.

  “Look, chief, I’ve sat on chill too long.” Rocko intervened, then snatched the Smith & Wesson from my hand and pointed it directly at Robert.

  Pop!

  Without hesitation, Rocko sent ole boy straight back to his Maker without an ounce of remorse. Robert died with his eyes wide open with one bullet lodged in the center of his skull. The attached silencer made the gunshot ring off at almost a whisper.

  “Like I said, time ain’t man’s best friend. Let’s be out!”

  “You better be happy Rock saved your ass.” I grabbed a handful of Jakia’s hair and slung her to the door. “Grab one of those washcloths and slide those Chanel shades down on yo’ face.”

  * * *

  It was easy getting out of the casino. No one suspected us three of just committing a heinous crime. Rocko and I were dressed down in denim jeans, button-ups, and loafers—carrying duffel bags that could’ve very well been our luggage for our short stay.

  With our fitted caps low, we kept our heads down, acting like we were engrossed in our phones—like most people do nowadays anyhow. We kept it plain and simple while blending in with the crowd.

  No one would’ve assumed we were two street thugs from the most notorious part of Detroit. Jakia, even though I’d rammed her head into the floor plenty of times, sashayed in front of us in her usual oversized fashion shades like nothing happened . . . or was about to.

  Since I didn’t get done proving my point up in the room, I fa’sho was gonna pick up where I left off once we got home.

  “Have a good evening.” One of the security guards nodded our way as we exited the casino/hotel in the parking structure.

  “You do the same,” Jakia’s voice cracked as she broke the barrier setting us free.

  And just like that, I was flying down the ramp from the rooftop back onto the dangerous Detroit streets.

  6

  Jakia

  There was a bone-chilling silence in the truck. No one spoke a word, even though there was a celebration to be had. All of us were at least twelve grand richer, including the silent partner Rocko didn’t speak about to me; but my fate, on the flipside, was doomed.

  Spade made it clear back at the room I was due for an ass whopping once we made it home. So the disaster I was in for was felt deep in the air and had my stomach twisted. I couldn’t stop my mind from replaying the flashbacks of Spade coming at me as he tried to beat me into the carpet of that hotel room.

  I trembled in my seat and fidgeted with my phone, wishing I could be carefree and peruse Instagram for the latest online boutiques to order from. If only my life could be so simple.

  “Put that shit back up to your eye before I black the other one,” Spade barked loudly at me, making even Rocko twitch.

  “Hey, yo, dude, cut it out with all that Tourette’s-syndrome-ass shit. Real talk and I ain’t speaking for ya girl—but I almost went for my piece with that sudden spaz out.” Rocko looked back and forth between the backseat and Spade just as he’d done earlier with a look of disbelief, then continued. “I swea
r to G—y’all be on some straight Ike & Tina new-school-type shit. Hurry up and get me to the crib.”

  I couldn’t blame him. He spoke the truth. I hurried to place the hotel washcloth of ice back over my eye in hopes the swelling would go down. Even being short one eye, I still managed through a squint to see Spade mean mugging me from the driver’s seat.

  I guess he figured his grim silence meant just as much as a bellowed command. The rest of the ride I stayed silent and unspoken to as the two men chopped it up. Damn, if I can hold out nine more years, Juan will be out to save me from the bullshit. I haven’t told him what’s been going on between Spade and me because I don’t want my brother going crazy behind bars. The weight of his little sister being abused would be too much for him to hold on to and still do his time. I wasn’t trying to be the reason Juan got into a fight, thrown into the hole, or have an outburst that could extend his time. All I wanted was for us to be together again.

  Rocko

  The drama Jakia and Spencer had going on wasn’t about to be my downfall. In all situations from here on out, family or not, my freedom was my first and only concern. I could see the headlines pointing me as the only witness in one of their murders.

  Either Spade was gonna lose his life ’cause Jakia had a Snapped Moment, or she was going to be found overdosed on an ass kicking. Either way, they weren’t about to name Rashad “Rocko” Dinwiddie responsible for shit involving a setup or hood crime.

  “A’ight, bro, I’m about to hook up with ole girl in a few and get her right. What time are you coming back out?”

  “I think I’m on freeze tonight, Rock.” Spade glanced over his shoulder at Jakia, then at me. “But hit me up once you handle business on your end.”

  “No doubt, I got you.”

  With that, I got out of Spade’s ride carrying one of the two black duffel bags and disappeared into my shack of a house. The way Spade burned rubber from my curbside let me know it was about to be one helluva night for those two, and I was on my own to hustle the block.