by Hood Rich
Paper swung open the door to his bedroom and ran out of it before I could hold him back, not that I was looking too anyway. The next thing I knew, he was running into the kitchen with me behind him. As soon as he got there, he took the side of his gun and smacked the shit out of Jamie with it, causing him to let his mother go.
Jamie had had her pinned up against the wall by her throat, choking her with both hands. The attack from Paper made him drop her and he flew into the stove awkwardly. Within seconds Paper was on top of him with his gun turned upside down, beating him in the head with the handle again and again.
Paper’s mother, whose name was Nelly, fell to the floor then jumped up and screamed as she watched her son beat her husband senseless. “Demetrius! Demetrius! Stop it, you’re killing him, baby. He ain’t gon’ hit me no more, I swear!” She hollered as she reached down and tried to pull Paper off of him.
Paper stood for a second just to shake her off, then he sat back down and continued to beat Jamie over the head with the gun while he kicked out at the air. “I told you. I told you. Never. Put. Yo’. Hands. On. My. Mother!”
Over and over, I watched Jamie’s head open up. The wounds that I’d given him only a short while ago had never gotten the chance to properly heal. With a strike of Paper’s gun’s butt, they were forced open, leaking his blood all over the linoleum floor.
“Aye! Get the fuck off of him!” I heard from over my shoulder. It was the first time that I’d been made aware that his mother and Jamie had not been the only ones in the house. I turned around to see Fax sitting at their dining room table along with two other men.
Me and Fax made eye contact before he grabbed the piles of money that were on top of the table and stuffed them into his duffle bag. I also noted that on top of the table was three kilos of dope. Fax took them one at a time, stuffing them into his bag along with the money.
The two men pulled out pistols and aimed them directly into the kitchen. I fell to my ass, aimed my gun at them and started shooting just as the first one let off two shots. Boom. Boom. The first bullet flew past my shoulder and slammed into the back of Paper’s mother’s neck, twisting her around before she fell face-first on to the floor, shaking.
“Noooo!” I hollered bussing my gun. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. My bullets ripped into the shooter, knocking him backward into the other man that was running toward us.
The other man aimed his gun and shot twice, striking the wall next to the refrigerator.
Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. “Bitch ass nigga!” Boom. Boom. “You shot my mama!” Paper hollered, running at him, letting off shot after shot. Boom. Boom. His bullets slammed into the man’s torso and stood him up before he fell face-first into the carpet. A pool of blood formed around him. Paper stood over him and let go of two more shots, causing his body to leap into the air.
Fax ran to the front of the house and threw open the front door before flying down the stairs and into his car. Neither me or Paper gave him chase, and I think it was solely because we were taken off guard by the rash of events.
I looked down at Paper’s mother. She had her hand around her neck, laying on her back with her leg kicking repeatedly. There was a huge puddle of blood formed around her body. Her eyes were wide open, blinking like crazy. I could hear her choking on her own blood.
Paper ran back into the kitchen and kneeled beside her, pulling her into his arms. “Mama, fight, baby. Please, fight. I’m gon’ get you some help, I promise.” He pulled out his cellphone and got ready to call the ambulance when she stopped kicking and collapsed in his arms, just as Jamie tried to make his way to his feet.
He got halfway there when I pushed him with brute force back to the floor, stood over him and shot twice. Boom. Boom. Both bullets ripped into his forehead before busting out the back of his skull. I stood over him, looking down into his eyes that were wide open yet unseeing. My heart was pounding in my chest. Chills were all over my body. It was like I felt his soul escape from him. I’d taken his life and bits of remorse started to set into me right away. I felt like the Reaper was standing over my shoulder, smiling down at his corpse. This murder that I’d done all on my own freaked me out just a little bit.
Paper continued to rock back and forth with his mother bleeding out on his arms. He held his fingers up to the holes in her neck, though it did very little to stop the blood from oozing through them. “Why, man? Why did this shit have to happen to her, Rich? She ain’t ever hurt nobody,” he said with tears running down his cheeks.
After all of the gun firing I knew that the police had to be on their way. Paper’s mother lived in a pretty nice neighborhood, so I could only imagine that one of the neighbors had already reported the gunshots, because for that area it wasn’t the norm.
“Yo, Paper, we gotta get out of here, man, or we’re going to jail. Twelve gotta be on they way here,” I said, speaking in terms of the police that were sure to come.
“Why’d you have to shoot at them, Rich? Had you never done that, my mother would still be alive.” He whimpered and placed his face into the crux of his mother’s neck. The side that wasn’t bleeding.
I bugged my eyes out. “What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It sounded like he was trying to blame her murder on me or something. That hurt my heart.
“You heard me, Rich. My mother was all I had, man. She was my everything. My pops locked down, you already know that. The only person I got left out here now is my sister Chasity. Fuck, man.” He squeezed her tighter, causing blood to squirt out of her neck holes. The entire kitchen floor looked as if somebody had spilled a bucket of burgundy paint. There was the smell was of burnt flesh.
“Paper, dude shot first. He hit your mother and that’s what made me hit his ass up. Him and that other nigga, or else we’d both been dead. I think they are Fax’s niggas because he was here too. He ran out the front door after he grabbed all of the money and dope off of the table.”
Paper closed his eyes and squeezed them tighter as tears continued to roll down his cheeks. He leaned down and kissed his mother on the forehead, then slowly laid her down on her back before coming to a stand and exhaling loudly. He shook his head, then took off running into his mother’s room.
I kneeled and kissed his mother on the forehead and rubbed her soft cheek before closing her eyes with my two fingers. For as long as me and Paper had been friends, she’d been more of a mother to myself than my own biological mother. I loved her and would not stop killing for her until we found Fax and buried his ass in the ground. Whether he’d pulled the trigger or not, he’d still had a hand in it because the dudes were his men, and I was sure that had we not shown up that Fax’s plan was to rob and kill Jamie and Paper’s mother anyway, though I wasn’t entirely sure until much later down the road.
Paper came out of her bedroom with a sheet wrapped up like a big garbage bag. He brushed past me and opened the backdoor. “Come on, bruh, let’s get up out of here before the law come. I’ll bury my mother later.”
As he said those words, I started to hear sirens off in the distance and figured that twelve couldn’t have been that far away, so we hit it out the back of her home and made a B-line for Paper’s whip, got in and stormed away from the scene with heavy hearts.
Chapter 14
Paper kneeled on the concrete floor of his trap’s basement and opened the sheet full of merch that he’d taken from his mother’s and Jamie’s crib. “I knew that nigga combination the whole time, Rich. My mother told it to me a long time ago, and she said that if anything ever happened to her, that he did it and to clean his safe out. Now look at all this dope this punk had, and this cash.” He blinked, and tears rolled down his cheeks.
I could tell that he was still choked up over his mother’s murder. After all, it had only been a few hours since it had taken place.
Andrea had been hitting my phone up for the last thirty minutes telling me to watch the news, and that Paper’s mother’s house was all over it. That she was worried about me and to reach out
to her soon. I texted her back that I was okay and that I’d be home in a few hours.
I kneeled beside Paper and put my arm around his shoulder, pulling him to me until his head was against mine. Then, we faced each other and hugged. Both crying tears of pain from the loss of such a great and beautiful woman. She would for surely be missed. “I love you, bruh, and I’m here for you in every way that I can be. I need you to know that.”
He continued to cry, nodding, hugging me so hard that it made it difficult for me to breathe. “I know, man. This shit just hurt so bad, Rich. That was my mama.” He sobbed into my ear and I couldn’t help but to feel some type of way because at my mother’s passing I had not broken down like that.
I felt that just maybe Paper may have loved his mother more than I loved my own, and I felt bad about that.
After we got ahold of ourselves, we took inventory of Jamie’s merch, and when it was all said and done, Paper had hit him for five kilos of pure cocaine, five kilos of meth and $200,000. He tried to give me half of the money, but I gave back fifteen thousand to put towards giving his mother a proper burial. I took two and a half kilos of coke and two and half kilos of meth, hugged him and promised to get up with him first thing in the afternoon.
When I got back to Andrea’s house, she was waiting up for me, sitting at the table in the dining room with a cup of coffee in front of her. I stepped into that room and she jumped up and ran toward me. She stopped when she saw all of the blood that covered my clothes. I dropped the black garbage bag full of money and dope by my Jordan’s and shook my head.
Her eyes were as big as saucers. “Rich, what happened? Are you hurt?” She asked rushing to me and checking me for bullet holes, I guessed. After confirming that there weren’t any, she took a step back and looked into my eyes with a worried expression.
I lowered my head. “Paper’s mother got killed tonight. Some niggas tried to rob her and Jamie, and both of them are dead. It’s fucked up.” I picked up the bag and started to walk to her room.
Kesha’s bedroom door opened, and she came out of it, rubbing her eyes. “Rich, is that you?” She asked, coming into the living room, now blocking my path. Her eyes got big as she saw me covered in the blood.
Andrea put her arm around Kesha’s shoulder and ushered her back into her room. “I need to talk to him right now, Kesha. I’ll send him in there as soon as I’m done. I promise,” Andrea said, closing Kesha’s door, then walking behind me. “Baby, we need to get you out of these bloody clothes. It’s unsanitary.”
I walked into her bedroom, took the bag and poured all of the contents on the top of it. “That’s five kilos. I need you to take them and make your mix with them. It’s two and half coke, and two and a half meth. I need you to do your thing. It’s time that I go hard so we can get the fuck out of this ghetto before something happens to one of y’all, and I’d never be able to live with myself.” I blinked, and a tear rolled down my cheek. I started to imagine how Paper’s mother looked before we’d left her house. All laid out in a pool of her own blood.
Andrea looked down at the bed with her eyes wide open. “What about the money? What are you going to do with that?”
I pulled my shirt over my head, then did the same with my wife beater because both of them were drenched. I walked into the kitchen, reached under the sink and came up with a Hefty black garbage bag, tossing my dirty clothes inside of it until I was standing there in just my boxers. I walked back into Andrea’s room and sat the gun on the dresser, then came out of my boxers as well, just as she stepped into the room after leaving the bathroom. “Take ten of them bands off the bed and put it up for yourself. That money belongs to you, and I don’t care what you do with it. Then take another five and pay up some more of the bills so we can go ahead a lil’ more. That way, you won’t have nothing to worry about for a while.”
She nodded and started to count out the $15,000. “Rich, just go and shower. I’ll be in there in a second, so I can wash your back. It seems like you’ve been through a lot, and here you are still trying to take care of other people. That’s cool, but not right now.” She stood up and pointed in the direction of the shower.
***
A few minutes later, I entered into the shower stall and allowed for the warm water to rain down on my face. It felt so refreshing though images of the night’s events continued to replay themselves over and over in my head. Images so vivid that my heart began to pound in my chest, making me feel as if I were about to pass out. I stuck out an arm and planted it against the wall inside of the shower. Lowering my head, I began to take steady, quick breaths, inhaling and exhaling, while the water beat against my skin.
Andrea pulled back the shower curtain and stepped into the tub with me, getting behind me, where she took a towel and began to lather it with soap before rubbing it all over my muscular back. “You’re not alone in all of this, Rich. I’m right here by your side and I ain’t ever going nowhere. I love you too much for that, Rich, I swear it.” She ran the towel down to my waist, then pulled on my arm until I was facing her.
I allowed for the water to rain down on my back as I looked into her brown eyes. She looked up at me, rubbing my chest with the towel in a circular motion. At that time, I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to feel anything emotionally. I needed to escape deep within Andrea. She was the only safe haven that I felt I had this night. So, I pulled her to me and kissed her juicy lips, sucking all over them while my hands cupped her titties and pulled on her thick nipples until she moaned into my mouth lustfully.
“Unnn-a. Rich, do you want me? Is that what you need, lil’ daddy, to feel better, huh?” She asked, reaching down and taking ahold of my dick. She stroked it against her belly.
I leaned forward and sucked on her neck while the water popped all over the place. I ran my tongue along the thick vein right on the side of her throat. “Yeah, Andrea. Take me away from this pain, ma. It’s getting the best of me right now,” I said as Paper’s mother flashed into my mind.
I saw an image of her smiling, walking toward me with a nice dinner plate full of food because it was usually how she greeted me whenever Paper and I wound up at his mother’s place at night. Her way of showing me love was through her plates of food and hugs. She treated me as if I was her son.
Andrea pushed me back a lil’ bit, then sank to her knees, stroking my pipe before taking it and sucking it into her mouth. I watched her head go back and forth quickly. The heat from her mouth was driving me insane. I squeezed my eyes tighter and allowed myself to drift off into the land of Andrea. It felt so good. I grabbed a handful of her hair and guided her movements, even though I didn’t have to because she was all pro in my book.
She licked all around the head then popped me out of her mouth. She stood up, looking me in the eyes before bending over and spreading her legs. “Fuck me, Rich. Take all of your pain out on this bald pussy. Look at it, baby.” She reached under herself and rubbed all over her naked mound before prying the lips apart and showing me her pink hole. “You see that, lil’ daddy? Does that make you happy?” She slid a finger into herself and ran it in and out for a moment, then pulled it out and smacked herself on the ass, causing water to splash.
My dick was throbbing so much that it hurt. I took my pipe and ran it up and down her sex lips, moving them apart by the use of my head before slowly easing into her furnace.
Her lips opened up, accepting my invasion before she slammed backward and swallowed him whole. “Ahh!” she screamed, then placed both of her hands on the wall.
I took her hips and pushed her forward, only to yank her back to me again and again, while she yelped and moaned at the top of her lungs. The feel of her big booty bouncing into me drove me crazy. Her pussy felt like a slice of paradise. I watched her ass ripple with each assault, along with the jiggle of her titties. Our skins slapping together sounded like handclaps. Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap. My dick drove deep into her womb, hitting a soft bottom.
“Un, un, un, un,
Rich, yes, daddy, yes, lil’ daddy. Un, fuck me. Take it out, un, on, me, Rich, harder, please!” She moaned, crashing back into me.
I closed my eyes and put one of my feet up on the rim of the tub, pulling her back into me and fucking her as hard as I could. Her pussy sucked at my pole like a hungry mouth, sending tingles throughout my body. Because Andrea was so strapped, her ass couldn’t stop shaking as I crashed into her, digging deep into her belly. “Yeah, Andrea. Take. This. Dick. Baby. Oooh, yeah!”
“Rich, Rich, Rich, uhh-a, Rich, you fucking me so hard. You fucking me so hard, Rich! I’m cumming! Uhhh-a!” She screamed, crashing back into me harder and harder.
I had ahold of her hips, killing that shit with my eyes wide open, watching her flesh jiggle and loving the way it looked for my dick to drive in and out of her pussy, over and over again. When she reached behind herself and held her ass cheeks open, that’s when I couldn’t hold back anymore. Her womb was already sucking at me and vibrating.
The sight of her asshole was just too much. I started to cum deep within her belly. “Arrrgh!” I growled through clenched teeth, ramming into her harder and harder, trying to release all of my pains into her womb. I felt my seed shooting out of me and into her, and it made me weak.
She bit into her lower lip and moaned at the top of her lungs, “My ass, Rich. Save some for my ass, daddy, please. I need it so bad, uhhhh-a! Shit!” She crashed into me three hard times, milking me, then leaned all the way forward so that my dick slipped out of her box. She turned around and sucked me until I was just as hard as before, bent back over and spread her ass cheeks. “Now, there, daddy. Fuck me right there. Come on.” She growled, then bent herself at an awkward angle so she could see me sliding into her backdoor.
I rubbed all around inside of her kitty lips, getting my fingers slippery wet, then placed it on to her asshole before taking my head and slipping into her, while she continued to hold her cheeks wide open. They were so soft and meaty. Andrea was so thick. She had one of those down south bodies that drove men like me crazy. I couldn’t get enough of it as I stuffed her over and over.
