by Chris Green
Ignoring her, he kept his attention on the sun that was beaming directly on his face. Moving closer to him is when she spotted the stream of tears coming down his chin.
“I sit and ask myself sometimes is it truly meant for me to even be on this earth,” he spoke, biting his bottom lip. “I’ve caused so much pain. I’ve failed at nearly everything there was besides making my way to a prison cell. It’s like I’m not even alive, ya know.”
Listening to his words, she sat in silence as he continued to pour out his feelings.
“Sitting in the Feds, I called home to hear my father was murdered before I could even be booked inside the county jail. Not too long after that, my mother died from a fucking heroin overdose. My little sister was left to be raised by a slut stripper, who would place her mouth on any nigga that’ll toss a dollar in her face. It’s been ten long ass years and I’m back in the same spot,” he mumbled with a lifetime of pain in his words
Using her hand, she wiped the tears off his face.
“Beating yourself up about a situation that’s already done is only a backtrack. You’ve become the man you are because you had no choice. It’s the way that Allah created you. Some days I ponder on decisions I could have made. If only I took the chance to think before acting, a lot of things could have been so much better for me.”
“You’ve become a beautiful and intelligent woman because you chose to, Courtney. No one can be mad or fault you for the decisions you picked. You turned out to be everything that I knew you could,” he said with a sincere look.
“No one can be mad, but I still fault myself. Sometimes I feel if I would’ve gave you a better chance, I could have saved you. You were a great person and I knew your intentions for me were wonderful. There were things I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t. I felt I let you down. A few months after you took my virginity, I found out I was pregnant.”
Lowering his head, he rubbed a hand across his face.
“You were already in the process of being sentenced and I was so scared, Justin. I didn’t know what else to do,” she admitted while holding his hand.
Justin glanced out the window for a few seconds before he turned his attention back to her. Placing a small peck on her fingertips, he smiled.
“I still love you, always will.”
Feeling the love flowing from his words, she leaned in, kissing his lips softly. As their tongues danced and twirled with a heated passion, Courtney could feel her pussy lips throbbing under the shirt she wore.
Her emotions were running high and it had been forever since she was pleased with any type of sexual satisfaction. His firm lips took her breath away and the tingling sensation between her legs couldn’t contain the fire that was craving to blaze up.
Pulling the shirt over her head, she stood before him looking more amazing than a swimsuit model. Her legs were smooth with a small patch of hair covering her vagina. Her six pack blended perfectly with her B-cup breast. Her nipples were light brown and her round booty sat up perfectly on her back as if she’d been doing squats for five years straight. Justin’s manhood stood up with a stiff movement trying to bulge out of his pants as she began to undo his zipper. Releasing him from his boxers, Courtney stared at his masterpiece and wasted no time climbing on top of him. Wrapping his hands around her round behind, he rotated his rod in a circle on her sweet lips until she slid down on his length.
“Oh God!” she moaned, as she filled her tight tunnel.
Sliding her hands down to his neck, Courtney leaned forward gliding gently on his rod. Giving her a small nibble on the neck, Justin’s finger trailed down the crack of her ass until he penetrated the spot. Courtney moaned in pleasure. Her body was turning hot from his delicate touch. Pushing in deeper. She gasped as her pussy pulsated in satisfaction. As he latched down onto Courtney’s nipple, he sucked on it roughly like a newborn baby. Justin’s pace sped up feeling the juices of her kitty flow down his leg.
“Fuck,” she whispered as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Putting his hands on the chair, her plump behind bounced smoothly matching his rhythm.
“I never stopped loving you,’ he admitted, whispering in her ear.
“Tell me how much you love me,” she commanded, riding harder. Her ass began to clap loudly against his legs. Within two minutes she was busting her first orgasm on top of him.
Justin stood to his feet and carried her over to the bed. Easing her down, he turned her on all fours, re-entering her. Courtney flinched while looking back at him laying his sex game down. The euphoria her body was in hypnotized her mind as she tried to keep up with his addictive stroke.
Justin’s hands slid down the side of Courtney’s thighs and back up to her hips. Gripping them he began to feed her womanhood the dick until she oozed a thick creamy orgasm on his member. Feeling the pressure build up inside of him, he pulled out releasing his semen over her plump backside.
“We can just leave, Courtney. We can walk away together,” Justin offered pulling her down beside him.
Exhaling deeply, Courtney rubbed his cheek, as she mustered up a warm smile. “I wish it was that easy, Justin.”
“It is. All we have to do is just go. Courtney, Reeses is rich, and I’m not talking about two, three million. We would be straight, forever.”
“Your sister is trying to have you murdered right now. Or did you forget about that.”
“I know my baby sister. It’s more likely that Stone is pushing the issue instead of her. She’s only mad because she thinks I’m going to testify against her at trial. I’ll rather die before I do some shit like that to her,” he clarified, looking into Courtney’s eyes.
“I don’t know, Justin. The DEA wouldn’t be too happy about me pulling a stunt like that. It’s possible they can arrest me,” she stated with a serious gaze.
“They can’t arrest you if you quit, baby.”
“I just really need time to think about a lot of things. Please,” she said, kissing his lips.
“Say less,” he mouthed dropping the subject.
She could tell from his tone that her answer was one that he didn’t want to hear. Everything she worked for her entire life would be on the line if she pulled a move on what he was asking. Intertwining her heart with a criminal family was something that was bound to end terribly wrong. Her mind warned her that it wasn’t a chance worth taking.
***
Mariah opened her eyes as the nauseating feeling took over body. She puked so violently that her clothes were completely covered, as she trembled uncontrollably. The large room she was sitting in housed nothing but a bed and a few pictures that were lined on the wall. Her ankles and hands sported a pair of shiny handcuffs and her body was posted in a chair wrapped with bundles of strong sisal fiber. Moving her neck, she instantly felt pain from the hard kick that was delivered to her face. Her jaw was slightly swollen and the twine that was laced around her body cut into her every time she moved.
She watched anxiously as the door slowly opened. A guard stepped in with a wicked smile. His dark glasses hid his eyes as he walked slowly towards her.
“Aren’t you a little cutie,” he said flashing his crooked teeth, while sliding two fingers through her brown hair.
Mariah shot a glob of spit in his face. The fluid ran down the bridge of his nose, which made him furious in a matter of seconds. Cocking his fist back, he stopped after hearing Frost speak.
“If you touch her, I’ll blow your brains out and feed it to the dogs,” she said with her gun in hand. “Now get the fuck out.”
“Yes ma’am,” he replied.
Straightening his suit, he made his way out of the door, closing it behind him.
“He can get out of hand sometimes, don’t mind him. On the other hand, I came to have a little fun with my sister,” Frost stated showing Mariah the bottle of rubbing alcohol.
Frost put her pistol on the edge of the bed and stepped in front of Mariah.
“You know what amazes me? Not once ha
ve any one of you offered an apology or even a little empathy for my situation. Instead you continued to make a recursive move. No one wanted to rectify or sit down and talk as a family. You dissed me as if I were a prostitute or a junkie begging for change and I still turned out magnificent.”
“You want to reconcile differences, but this is reality, Frost. This family doesn’t forgive nor do we forget. You blame everyone else for the way things have turned out, but do you see what you’re doing now? You’re in denial and you truly don’t care about making anything better. It’s just about you winning, that’s all. You felt like you lost your entire life and you just want to win,” Mariah replied at a low tone.
Balling up her face, Frost pulled a sharp razor from her pocket, slicing Mariah across the leg. Opening the alcohol, she splashed it twice over the fresh cut making Miriah scream dreadfully.
“Winning, huh!” Frost yelled making a cut on the opposite leg.
“Aghhh!” Mariah howled in pain as she shook uncontrollably trying to get free.
The thin twine was starting to bite at her skin, splitting it slowly with every movement she made.
“I graduated from the best schools, exceeded limits at the best college. I’ve had whatever I wanted on this earth since I popped out the pussy. I even attended marksman training just to top whatever challenge presented itself. I’ve won at everything imaginable, bitch. I want revenge!” Frost raged, swiping the razor across Mariah’s right cheek. Frost squeezed the entire bottle of alcohol in her face. She prepared to jam the blade into Mariah’s throat.
“Frost, that’s enough!” her mother stated walking into the room.
Turning around to face her, she gritted her teeth.
“I said that’s enough! She’s still your sister. Leave until you calm down,” she spoke in a soft voice as if she were seventy years old.
Frost dropped the razor on the floor, she snatched her pistol off the bed and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
Breathing harshly from the assault, Mariah watched as the woman dragged a chair from the corner and placed it in front of her. Mariah stared into her cold eyes as she watched her take a seat. Her blonde hair laid straight down her back and her pale skin glowed with a glossy hue as if she'd bathed in a tub of baby oil. Judging from her curvy hips and thick thighs, she couldn’t have been older than forty. The only creepy thing that stuck out was her right eye, that was partially closed like it was glued together.
“You’ve grown into a beautiful woman. I remember when you were no more than two years old,” she said lighting the Newport short that was between her fingers.
Staring at her with hatred, Mariah knew that the woman must have been another crazy ass female related to the stupid misborn who'd recently walked out of the room. Her face definitely wasn’t familiar and she wasn’t going to remember a memory from the age of two for sure. Her energy was physically drained and evaluating the situation in her head she was bound to die in the exact spot she sat unless Laylah magically got a hint on where to find her.
“Your name’s Mariah, correct?” she asked dragging on her cigarette.
“Who are you?” she replied with of disgust. “Just tell her to kill me and get it over with. You don’t have to stall me out for information because I’m not going to say anything,” Mariah said through clenched lips as her cuts started to burn.
Pulling a napkin from her pocket, she wiped the blood gently away from the wound on her face.
“My name is Coco,” she replied, doing the same thing to the splits on her leg.
Mariah’s thoughts were starting to run wild. She didn’t know why the lady in front of her was being so nice after frost just tried to torture her. Catching the resemblance she realized that the woman had to be her mother.
“I know that Frost can go overboard sometimes. But that’s just the way she was raised. Of course it was never meant for her to use it against her own family. I guess it just grew on her naturally. None of this was meant to happen, but I can’t help the way that she feels,” Coco stated pulling on the Newport again.
“Oh really? You sit in front of me with an excuse as if you’re here to save me. I’m gonna fill you in on something. I’m nineteen years old, I’m not from a fucking country town where they milk cows in order to eat cereal for breakfast. I’m very intelligent, I’ve been in control of my family’s business for three long years. Not because I’m the first born, because I was smart enough to hold the position. In order to hold a position it takes courage that takes mental and moral strength. It implies firmness of the mind for one to hold their own against the opposition or even close ones. It eventually builds an implication of stubbornness, persistence and the unwillingness to accept defeat. You raised your daughter to be a killer, you forced her to see that there is no other way she can lose. To never show any physical weakness.”
Looking at her with surprise, Coco knew that she was spilling the truth.
“How do I know these things? Because I have the strictest parents at home, who’ve just so happened to instruct me to be the same way. No disrespect but you don’t have to lie in order for me to respect what you’re doing, because if the ball was in my court, all would be mutual,” Mariah said with a small nod.
Bobbing her head gently, Coco smirked while discarding her cigarette butt on the floor.
“You’re very witty for your age, sweetheart and I respect your choice of words. Unfortunately, I’ve never been a decisive person. I’ve sat around most of my life accepting things the way they came. I never asked for much. I stripped and even sold my body sometimes just to make sure I could make a living for me and my sister. Trust me, selling ass was very hard to accept, but I did whatever was necessary to make a way. One day things actually started to look a little brighter for me. I was offered a golden opportunity to show mother fuckers just how much of a bad bitch I was. To shine like a star out in Beverly Hills. That’s when I met the person that ruined my life forever. Your father,” she said staring into space as if she was having to relive that moment.
“So, you had a child with a murderer. A man who was at the peak of his criminal life and truly didn’t have any intentions on settling. You laid down and opened your legs knowing that there was a possibility that he would abandon you. Not to mention that he already had two women with children fighting for his love on a daily basis and we see how that turned out. You’re mad because you involved yourself with someone who truly didn’t care for you,” Mariah stated dismissively.
Taking the napkin again to wipe her face, she shook her head.
“I’m going to share a story with you. I know you have been led to believe a lot of different things on this situation.”
Sitting back in the chair, Coco paused before speaking.
“Sixteen years ago, I had the night of my life with your father and mother. We were living the life of normal grown people, so foolishness was bound to be in the mix of us at some point. The next morning we all sat around the table preparing to eat breakfast, your mother was cooking. A few minutes later a woman walked in the kitchen who I assumed to be your father’s side piece. We all enjoyed a few laughs and I happened to make a remark that this woman didn’t take too kindly,” Coco said smiling.
Knowing that she was referring to Erica, Mariah continued to listen without interrupting her.
“Unfortunately I didn’t know she took that comment a little too seriously. My intentions were to apologize after I saw I’d ruffled her feathers with my words. But before I could, she jumped across the counter and smashed a glass coffee mug across my head,” Coco said touching the scar that was still very much visible. “Of course I feel that I didn’t deserve that, but instead of her stopping there or anyone defusing this reckless situation, they watched her beat me. I mean she literally beat me. I was helpless and very embarrassed. Now… your father never let me explain or even apologize. Instead he fired me and told me to get out of his home. I guess that was just my luck. Anyway I was dealing with an associate who I did
n’t know would almost cost me my life and he happened to be your father’s cousin,” Coco said with tears forming in her eyes.
“Somehow your dad heard that I was trying to set him up. I guess in retaliation of what happened between me and this girl. I may have said some reckless things, but not with the intent to see him hurt. Your dad was a very cruel and evil person and he didn’t care if I was a part of the situation or not. A few weeks later, I was in my home inside the shower and he broke in. He came into the bathroom and pulled the curtain back. He told me to meet him in the living room.”
The tears were now cascading down her cheeks and Mariah could see the hurt in her eyes.
“He had sex with me and”
Pausing again, she took a deep breath and turned her back towards Mariah showing her the reason her life would be changed forever.
Staring in amazement, Mariah choked on her words as she looked at the huge dent in the back of her head. Observing her from the front you wouldn’t be able to tell unless she showed you. Her hair was in patches and the gruesome wound looked as if someone caved her head in with a metal bat.
“He shot me in the head after he was done having his way with me. It’s like I just blacked out,” she mumbled with a painful expression. “He was the last person I remember seeing before I left the earth.”
Turning back around, she faced Mariah and could see the sympathy written on her.
“I thought I was dead. I woke up from a coma two years later and I had a beautiful daughter standing next to me,” she smiled showing her the long scar across her stomach. “So, yes I raised her to hate, to win, to kill. Regardless of what your father did I never wanted to hurt you all. Even though my daughter suffered. I just want him,” Coco stated pulling out another Newport.
“My dad is dead. I never knew anything about this and I doubt if my mother did. You got your wish, he’s already in a box.”
Lighting her cigarette, Coco broke out into a fit of laughter.
“Dead? Maybe his soul and heart. But physically, he’s far from dead and I won’t stop until I find him.”