Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang

by Ashley Snell

  “How much are the bricks worth?” Sparkle asked as she sat Indian-style on the bed.

  “’Bout ten thousand apiece,” Free lied.

  Sparkle began to chuckle and shook her head from side to side as she leaned back on her hands.

  “What’s so funny?” Free asked curiously as he continued to clean himself.

  “I was born on a night, but it wasn’t last night. I’m not dumb, playboy. Them mu’fuckas go for about twenty-five or twenty-six in the streets right now. Who you think you playing? I have been around the corner a couple times or two,” Sparkle said cockily as she opened her legs and propped them up on the bed, exposing her neatly shaved vagina that was under her skirt. She had always hated to wear panties. It was a bad habit of hers.

  Free was impressed by her knowledge of the going rate for a brick of cocaine. “So, how you want to split it up?” Free asked, trying not to look at her exposed vagina. He knew that he had to come clean and be honest with her about the coke price.

  “You can keep the bricks, but I want that dick,” she said as she laid back and began to play with her clitoris right in front of him. She wanted Free so bad, and she was going to pursue his sex relentlessly until she got it.

  Free finally looked at her large pink clitoris as she rubbed it, and he couldn’t help but to get aroused. He slowly walked over to her and stood over her as she closed her eyes and masturbated right in front of him as if he wasn’t even there. Her moaning and sex sounds had him hard as a missile and temptation got the best of him as he found his middle finger helping her masturbate. She was soaking wet, and Free had never experienced a woman get so drenched in his entire life. He slipped his two fingers into her and felt her warmness. His wet fingers went in and out of her, and he let his thumb begin to rub her clitoris simultaneously. He quickly pulled back when he thought about where he was at.

  “We can’t do this here,” he whispered in a raspy tone as he realized that he was in a motel only five miles away from Jimmy’s murder scene. He had just killed Jimmy in his own house and wanted to get out of Flint ASAP. “We will finish this at my house,” Free said as he grabbed his hoodie and put it on.

  “No, I want you now. I’m so horny,” Sparkle contested as she sat up while still playing with herself, rapidly moving her two middle fingers over her clitoris.

  “Sparkle! Let’s go!” Free yelled as he picked up the duffel bag and grabbed his key off the dresser. Sparkle smiled, loving his authoritative tone and dominance. She promised herself that she would put it on him once they reached his home.

  Free realized that if he wanted to keep getting money with Sparkle, he would have to keep her happy for the time being. He would eventually have to give her some dick, although he didn’t want to start that type of relationship with her. He hated chicks like Sparkle, and on top of that, she was cool with his girl. Nevertheless, he was on his hustle by any means necessary, and he had to pay back his debt to the Russians or meet his death. He decided to go ’head and lay it on her when they got back to Detroit. All business…no pleasure, he thought to himself, trying to justify cheating on the woman he loved, Six.

  He won’t even remember Six’s name when I’m done with him, Sparkle thought to herself as she pulled down her skirt, got up, and followed him out.

  Yes! He’s not here, Six thought excitedly as she walked into their apartment. She knew that he wouldn’t expect her there because she had told him that she was going out with Britain on that night. Tonight is going to be perfect, she thought as she put her bag down and began to take out the candles and rose petals she had brought for their special night. When she took a look around the house, she noticed that the apartment was a mess.

  “That boy can’t clean worth shit,” she said under her breath as she smiled, thinking about how she would always have to clean up after him. At that particular moment, she realized how much she missed the little things that he did that made her love him so much. She missed being around him and was ready to get the robbery with Britain over with. She began to clean the house so she could prepare for his arrival. Just as she was picking up some of his sweatpants, she heard her phone ring from inside of her bag.

  “Hey, baby,” Free said into the phone as he heard the sound of Six on the other end.

  “Hey. I miss you,” Six said as she wiped off the countertops and cleaned while talking.

  “I miss you too baby,” Free said as he drove down the inter state toward Detroit. “Whoa!” Free yelled as he cringed and jerked back.

  “What’s wrong?” Six asked, concerned.

  “Oh, nothing. I almost hit a damn deer,” he lied. He actually was cringing because Sparkle had rubbed her teeth against his manhood while she was giving him head. He looked down at her sucking him and tried to regain his composure as she went to work on him—slurping and taking him all into her mouth while she massaged his balls.

  “Oh, okay. Be careful,” Six said.

  “You know I will. What are you doing?” Free asked, trying to make sure she was with Britain because he was only minutes away from their apartment.

  “Oh, nothing. In the bathroom at his restaurant,” she lied, trying to not tip him off about her being at the apartment.

  “Everything going smooth?” Free asked as he temporarily closed his eyes as he got pleased by Sparkle.

  “Yeah, you know I’m going to wrap this shit up ASAP and we going to get that money,” Six responded, giving him her thick New York accent.

  “Cool, cool. You know I love you, girl. You are my world,” Free said as he felt himself about to climax.

  “I love you too,” Six said as she smiled and walked into the bedroom to begin setting the mood. “Where are you?” she asked.

  “I’m about to go home. I’m tired as hell. Lou and I have been in the streets all day trying to come up, feel me?” he lied.

  “Okay, well, I love you, and I will call you in morning,” she said sweetly.

  “Get off the phone, baby,” Sparkle whispered as she momentarily stopped sucking him and stroked him slowly while rubbing his tip across her full lips, all while looking up at him, displaying her big puppy dog-eyes. Free put his pointing finger over his lips, signaling her to keep quiet.

  “Okay, Six. Good night,” he said as he quickly flipped down his phone and let Sparkle get back to work.

  Six placed each candle strategically around the bedroom and left a trail of rose petals from the front door to the room. She sipped on champagne as she tried to get prepared for Free to enter. She decided not to play any music, not wanting to tip him off as soon as he entered. The keys jingling in the door announced his presence and she quickly downed her champagne as she darted into their bedroom closet. She was going to give him the surprise of his life. Six closed the closet door and had a clear view of the bed through the shingles on the door.

  Free and Sparkle passionately kissed as Free tried his best to put his key in his door. Sparkle grabbed his rock-hard pipe through his jeans and couldn’t wait to feel him inside her. She was soaking wet and had an itch that desperately needed to be scratched by Free.

  He finally got the door open and they stepped in together, all over each other. They continued to kiss aggressively, and Sparkle took off her clothes as they stumbled through the house, not even noticing the rose petals on the floor. Free palmed Sparkle’s curvy cheeks while still French-kissing her. Her juices began to run down her leg as she felt her clitoris begin to thump in pleasure, anticipating friction.

  Sparkle began to unbuckle Free’s pants as he walked backward into his own bedroom. His pants dropped to the floor, exposing his soldier who stood at full attention. Sparkle pushed Free onto the bed and prowled over him like the seductress she was, preparing to take him on the ride of his life.

  “Hold up, ma—a condom,” Free said as he reached over onto the nightstand to retrieve one. Sparkle took it from his hand and applied the glove to his thickness, then instantly jumped on his pole. He slid into her with ease as she began riding him lik
e she was in a rodeo. The sounds of her butt cheeks smacking against his balls echoed throughout the room loudly as she went into overdrive.

  Just as Six was about to jump out the closet and yell “surprise,” she got an unexpected surprise of her own. She stopped dead in her tracks, and her eyes grew as big as golf balls as she witnessed the unthinkable. Her heart had just been broken in two as she saw Sparkle riding her man and moaning while her breasts bounced up and down. Six froze as she watched another woman ride Free like a crazed sex fiend. Six’s breaths got shallow and her heart rate tripled as she placed her hand on her chest and watched voyeur-style. The sadness quickly transformed into rage as Six’s temperature began to rise.

  “Oh, Free! This dick is so good,” Sparkle complimented as she began to make her cheeks alternate bounces, moving one butt cheek up at a time while still on his pipe. She then began to rub her clitoris hastily as she ground harder and deeper on Free’s pole.

  “What the fuck!’ Six yelled as she burst out of the closet. She couldn’t take it anymore. Free and Sparkle looked at Six in total shock, not understanding what was going on until it was too late.

  Free yelled, “Six!” as he scrambled and pushed Sparkle off him, causing her to fall hard onto the floor. Before he could do anything else, Six grabbed the champagne bottle that was on the side of the bed. She cocked it back like a baseball bat and whacked Sparkled dead in her forehead, causing her head to spilt and bleed on impact.

  “Bitch! You got to be out of yo’ damn mind!” Six yelled as she took the remaining broken glass that was in her hand and stabbed Sparkle in the chest with all her might. Six cut her hand also, but at that point, she didn’t care. Hurting Sparkle was the only thing that mattered to her.

  “Aggh!” Sparkle screamed as she grabbed her wounded chest and became woozy. Six was going for broke on Sparkle’s ass. Six gave her forceful a kick to the nose, knocking her on her back and out cold instantly. Free stood up and scrambled to cover himself as he pulled his pants up nervously, while trying his best to explain.

  “Six, it’s not what you think. I—” Free tried to explain, but a flying champagne bottle caused him to duck and not finish his sentence.

  “How could you do this to me, you grimy mu’fucka?” Six asked as the tears began to stream down her face. She was so enraged that she couldn’t catch her breath as hatred filled her heart. “How could you?” she screamed as she picked up the lamp and tossed that at him also, this time catching Free across the head.

  “Hold up, baby,” Free said as he put both of his hands in front of himself, trying to get her to calm down.

  “I am not your baby! I hate you! I fucking hate you!” Six screamed at the top of her lungs as sweat and tears streamed down her face. Free ran over to her and tried to hug her, but Six gave him a swift and hard knee to his groin area, causing him to fold like a lawn chair. She then spit on him as he grimaced in pain on his knees right before her.

  “Never call me again! I am through with you! I hate you!” she said as snatched her coat and put it over her scantily clad body. She stormed out, but not before giving an unconscious Sparkle another kick to the stomach for good measure.

  “Wait, Six!” Free mumbled under his breath as the excruciating pain of his bells being rung shot up his body. “Wait!” he managed to yell, but it was no use—she was gone.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Six! Six, wait!” Free called after her as she ran to her car. She was so sick with grief that when she sat down in the driver’s seat, she couldn’t hold the contents of her stomach. She leaned out of the car and heaved violently as she threw up. Free finally caught up to her and knelt down in front of her. As he moved her hair out of her face, she continued to hurl.

  “Don’t touch me!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as she slapped his hands away. She was completely disgusted by him. To get involved with her best friend was unforgivable.

  “Six, baby, just listen to me,” he pleaded as he attempted to hug her.

  “No,” she replied, “No, don’t fucking touch me. You bitch-ass nigga, I hate you!” Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. “After everything you put me through—everything that I’m doing for you! You fuck with Sparkle? My best friend? Are you fucking serious?” she asked rhetorically as she punched him in the chest.

  “Baby, let me explain. I’m all fucked-up without you, ma—it wasn’t what it looked like,” Free said.

  Six put both hands on the sides of her head and shook her head as she thought of what she had seen. “The bitch shouldn’t even have been in the house! You’re real friendly with Sparkle all of a sudden. You’re grimy, Free, and to think I was about to set up a good nigga for you. What was I thinking? Britain would never do this to me,” Six stated as she grabbed her door and slammed it closed. She put the car in drive and began to pull away.

  “Six, I love you, ma—don’t do this—don’t fuck us up over this. It was a mistake,” Free responded as he began to jog alongside the car in an attempt to stop her from leaving.

  “You were a mistake,” she responded as she sped off, leaving Free in her rearview mirror.

  Tears burned her eyelids, and she was so distraught that she could barely see the road in front of her. She had trusted Free and had given up a lot to be with him. I put my life on hold for three years while he was locked up! she thought in disbelief. Why would he do this to me?

  She pulled her car over on the side of the road to calm down and as if the world was synchronized with her life, it began to rain. It was as if God knew her sorrow and decided to cry with her.

  Six broke down as she gripped the steering wheel. Nothing in her life had ever hurt so badly. The thought of Sparkle and Free together made her stomach turn in disgust. She knew in her heart that she could never forgive Free for what he had done. Yes, he had cheated on her before, but never with one of her girls. Free was her man, and she found it so disrespectful for him to even entertain the thought of hooking up with Sparkle. The fact that it was her best friend burned her up inside. I had the bitch around me and Free all the time. I told her shit about my man. I trusted her, Six thought, feeling stupid for being too naïve.

  Free was supposed to be her best friend. They were more than just a couple; she had thought he was her destiny, which is why it felt like daggers were being stabbed through her chest. There was no telling how long Sparkle and Free had been fucking around. Six felt like a fool. Were they sitting back, laughing at me the entire time? she asked. Now that she knew the truth, it haunted her. It was something that her eyes should have never seen, but now that they had, she could not erase the image from her mind.

  “I should go fuck that bitch up,” Six whispered as the mixture of anger and sadness overwhelmed her, but she knew that Free was really the one to blame. He was the one who owed her something…they owed each other everything because they had committed to one another. “I can’t believe he would do this,” she muttered repeatedly while gripping her stomach. As much as she wanted to blame Sparkle, a ho could only steal your man if your man allowed her to…so no, she blamed Free, fully.

  Her cell phone rang, and Six looked at the caller ID. She muffled her cries with the back of her wrist as she sent Free to voice mail. She did not even want to hear his voice. If she gave him the opportunity to speak, he might flip the situation and talk himself right back into her life. She shook her head stubbornly.

  “No, he doesn’t have shit to say to me,” she coached herself as her phone rang again. This time, she hit ignore without thinking twice. There really was nothing that he could say. She had witnessed his disloyalty with her own eyes. “Here I am fucking up a good thing with a nigga who really cares for me, just to save his ass.” She regained her composure and put her car back on the road. Her broken heart urged her to go home to her father. He was the one person who she knew would never hurt her, and she needed him now more than ever.

  Jones had always helped her figure out her life when it was too difficult for her to navigate through al
one; she only hoped that he had an answer to her current problem. He was a man with much wisdom. Surely he could some insight on Free’s actions. All Six wanted to know was why. After everything…why?

  She sped all the way home, dangerously whipping her car through the pouring rain. She had never been so unsettled in her life. Her emotions were all over the place. She felt unloved, she felt hurt, she felt abandoned. Two of the few people who she trusted had trespassed against her in the worst way. It was a pain too great to bear alone, which is why she was rushing to her father.

  When Six finally pulled up to her father’s home, she rushed out of the car, distraught. Rain drenched her, causing her hair to stick to her face. Her hands were so shaky that she could not find the key to open the front door.

  “Daddy!” she cried as she knocked on the door, her voice resembling that of a lost child. She needed her father more than anyone else at the moment. Free had broken her heart to pieces, and Jones was the only one capable of putting it back together. She trusted her father and knew that he would be able to lay out the situation for her in a way that she would understand. He would help her make sense of it all.

  She rang the doorbell, but no one answered. Please be here, she thought. She was soaked and trembling as she searched for the correct key. When she finally let herself in, it was pitch black inside.

  “Daddy! I really need to talk to you!” she yelled as she went through the house, turning on the lights. Her mascara was smeared all down her cheeks, and the wet clothing stuck to her body as she knocked on his bedroom door. “Daddy, are you in here?” she asked as she opened the door and peeked her head inside. She could see his silhouette on the bed.

  “Daddy, I’m so done with Free,” she started as she flicked the light switch. The light didn’t come on, so she walked in side to turn on the lamp beside his bed. “Daddy, wake up, I really need to talk—” As Six turned on the light switch, her sentence caught in her throat.