Rayqelle's Revenge ---Book 1--- Special Holiday Edition (Ratchet)

by Shon Cole Black

  Apparently Franklin Jordan the Congressman from Chicago that Iesha was gamin’ finally got wise, and when he figured out that he could never really have her, no matter how much he loved her or how much that he gave her, he had some of his goons track her down and wipe her out.

  He had fallen deeply in love with her and was determined to have her heart one way or another. So he had his boys remove it from her body and bring it to him. That way, he knew he would always have it.

  One of the men that was paid to kill Iesha suddenly found religion and developed a conscience. Ain’t that a bitch! He blew his own brains out, but before he did he left a note confessing to God and to man every filthy deed he had ever committed, among them was Iesha’s brutal murder.

  The Cook County District Attorney’s office immediately issued a search warrant for the Congressman’s home. There they found all the evidence they needed to gain an indictment on a capital murder charge, in addition to a felony charge for gross abuse of a corpse. They also arrested the other fools who were responsible for Iesha’s death, among them was my ex-boyfriend Tico.

  It turns out that he had actually met the Congressman through Iesha when he got out of prison. He was hired to handle some of the Congressman’s “dirty” street business. Tico also admitted to attacking me at the hotel that same night, he said that it was payback for setting him up, which I did in order to escape him 4 years ago.

  It also turns out that Tico was actually the one who cut Iesha open and removed her heart (while she was still alive!). He told her that this was payback for all the hearts she had stolen. I always knew that he was a cold-blooded mutha’fucka, but what he did to Iesha was just sick!

  I guess the “chance she took” ended up costing her dearly! Just like mine ultimately cost me everything that I had cherished and waited so long for, my peace, my happiness, my new life and my “Chance”.

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  The Risk of Chance

  Some chances are worth the risk. As the early autumn rains started to fall, I stood outside on the wood deck, staring at the ocean with tears in my eyes. I watched the waves crash against the sandy shoreline of the beach as the wind began to pick up. It was hurricane season in Miami.

  From behind me, I heard the sound of the glass patio door slide open. It was Chance. I heard his footsteps move toward me, but I never turned around. I didn’t want him to see that I had been crying again, but he didn’t need to see my face, because he always knew when I was hurting. It seemed like he could just feel it!

  Chance walked up and stood right behind me. With my back still turned, he put his arms around my waist and held me close. As he softly kissed the back of my neck and shoulders, a heavenly chill went down my spine. He had never touched me that way before! His hands were warm and strong. His kisses were tender and sweet. I was comforted instantly. His touch sent a rush all the way through me that made my whole body hot! I had been waiting for this for so long!

  I turned around to face him. Then, with out even so much as a single word, he slowly pressed his soft, full lips against mine. I reached up and slid the tips of my fingers against his smooth baldhead, as the rain washed over us both. His powerful arms tightened down around me like two steel bands that I could not have escaped, even if I had wanted to. Which I didn’t, not even in the least!

  Slowly I ran my hands underneath his soaking wet tank top as the rain started to pour and he squeezed me even tighter. Our eyes locked, as the wind blew and the storm began around us! I reached out and touched his chest and proceeded to slide my hands all over his hard, muscular frame. His pecks rippled and flexed as he grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up on to the wooden patio guard railing, kissing and biting me on the neck, while I grew hotter and hotter!

  Then he wrapped his fist around the collar of my t-shirt and ripped it straight down the middle, exposing both of my breasts, as he held them in his hands to lick the droplets of rain from my nipples. I was under his complete control! I put my arms around his neck as he tore my panties apart at the seams and snatched them off of me. He put his arms back around me and kissed me deeply as I reached down into his shorts. I gasped as I touched his manhood. It was so long and so hard! “Hell, who am I kidding?” It was huge! Now we were both ready.

  Chance then braced himself firmly against me. Our bodies pressed against one another, my dark brown skin against his dark brown skin. I could feel it as my body called to him. He was my fantasy, the fantasy that had played over and over again inside my head since I first met him. He was now everything to me! He was all that I had known inside my dreams, and this was going to be my ultimate expression of love. This was to be my first time!

  My clitoris thumped out a peculiar beat as I took the tip of his dick between my fingers and wedged it against the juicy entrance of my vagina. I was throbbing! I wanted it, but I was scared! Chance sensed my fear and paused, looking deeply into my eyes through the constant downpour of rain. I kissed his lips, and took the deepest breath of my life as he pushed himself inside me.

  I then wrapped my legs around him as he picked me up off of the wood railing, slowly stroking me back and forth. I put my arms around his neck as he held me up in the air. I squeezed his massive arms as they flexed. With his hard dick still inside me, he carried me into the house, grunting as he forcefully slid the heavy glass door back open to make his way through the kitchen and over to the white cushioned wicker sofa in the sunroom that faced outward at the beach, where the storm pounded the foamy surf against the shore.

  Chance laid me down on the sofa and stepped out of his boxers, with his dick sharply at attention. I could still smell the sweet sea breeze as it blew in through the open door. I could still hear the waves crashing outside almost in perfect time with the sound of my own beating heart, while Joe sang “If I Was Yo’ Man” over the Bose Stereo System.

  Chance kneeled down before me and kissed me. Then he moved down to my neck, my breast, and my stomach as he kissed my thighs and parted my legs. He softly tongued my pussy, slowly and deeply. I came almost right away! I began to moan out of control as he took his time and tasted every single drop of my love. Every little drip drop!

  After what had to be two or three of the most intense orgasms known to man, Chance pulled himself up toward me at eye level and slowly worked his dick back inside me. It was so intense that I could not help but dig my nails into his dark chocolate skin. He dug himself deeper inside me.

  I shuttered as he rapidly tapped what I guess was my “G-Spot”! Over and over and over again! A scream of passion escaped from my lips.

  Then, he put my legs up in the air and began to fuck me slowly, taking his time. Pushing his dick all the way inside me, and then pulling it all the way out, again and again. I was in the sweetest of agony and the river that flowed from inside me was the proof. I would have never imagined that I could feel so good. My heart began to race out of control and my pussy started to quiver in an unusually intense spasm. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t catch my breath!

  Chance plunged and thrust himself inside me, until he started to go into his own ecstatic spasm. Then he squeezed me and shouted out loud “Oh, Angell! Yes! Yes!” as he released every drop of passion that was inside.

  He trembled at my touched him. The goose bumps rose up on his arms as he lay next to me. Then, Chance held me close to his heart, and I drifted off to sleep as he kissed my lips goodnight.

  And then came the drama!

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  CINCINNATI's FINEST

  *Book 1*

  Crime, Punishment & Passion

  Written by

  Shon Cole Black

  *Blown Away*

  I was approaching the intersection of Montgomery Road & Dana Avenue when I turned into the lot of the United Dairy Farmer convenience store for my breakfast, which consisted of an ice cold ginger ale, a hot pickle and a big bag of Grippos bar-b-q potato chips.

  So I parked my cruiser off to the side of the store and opened the door. But just before I could get out, a call came in from dispatch. I stopped and leaned into the two way radio to listen.

  "All units in the vicinity of Montgomery Road & Dana Avenue... silent alarm call from The U.D.F. …All available units, please respond." The dispatcher said through the muffled monotone. I grabbed the microphone piece of the two way.

  "Dispatch... This is Detective Pann-Jillette Rickens... I'm outside The United Dairy Farmer on Dana Avenue... I'm going inside to check it out..." I replied, as what sounded like the boom of an M80 echoed from the store.

  "Dispatch... This is Detective Rickens responding to a silent alarm at the corner of Dana Avenue & Montgomery Road... shots fired... All units, please be advised... We have shots fired." I said, quickly dropping the mic piece into the seat to get out of the cruiser.

  I edged closer to the store entrance, and crouched down alongside a beat up old school Cadillac. The pealing green paint flaked off in dusty little chips on my khaki Pants and sky blue dress shirt.

  Drawing my gun, I paused, knowing that I was supposed to wait for back up, but sometimes procedure goes right out of the door when you are faced with real life, or the possibility of real death. No textbook at the police academy could have ever prepared me for this one.

  I could see a cashier standing behind the counter. She had her hands up in the air, but I really couldn’t tell where the person was standing that had the gun. A six foot tall ice cream display obstructed my view. But as I inched closer, I could see yet another cashier who had been shot in the chest. She was slumped over inside the open ice cream freezer, half alive and gagging meaty blood clots into a five gallon container of French Vanilla.

  The sign beside her said *Pick your own favorite*

  My hand began to shake as a huge white Airforce One gym shoe stepped down into the girl’s blood that had began to trickle from alongside the freezer and pool on the floor. The shooter was finally in my line of sight.

  At last, I could see him pointing and gesturing with his weapon, prodding at the cashier with the barrel of the gun. And when the cashier pressed a button on the cash register, the money drawer popped open.

  The gunman then slid around and pushed the cashier aside, hurriedly reaching in for each denomination, as the cashier began to weep and beg for her life.

  POWWW POWWW

  The shooter fired two rounds up into the ceiling, blowing out the overhead lights. The frail middle aged white woman shrieked underneath the dust of cascading plaster.

  "Bitch... I told you to SHUT YO DAMN MOUTH." He shouted, cloaked in a black hoodie.

  His eyes were focused down into the cash drawer. I couldn't get a clear fix on his face. I thought he may have been distracted enough for me to come in and get the jump on him, but I couldn't be sure.

  My gaze shifted slightly as the sound of approaching sirens grew. I let out a tiny sigh of relief. The cavalry was on the way, but I couldn't wait. So I took a deep breath, and said a quick prayer as I crossed my heart, and rushed through the door, flinging it open.

  With my gun aimed center mass, right at his heart, I positioned myself.

  "Freeze... Drop your weapon... Drop it.... Do it, now!!!" I yelled, startling him. He looked up at me, and flinched, causing his finger to nudge the trigger.

  POPPPP!!!

  A blast sounded from his gun, sending a bullet directly into face of the 2nd cashier. She instantly fell backward and began gurgling on her own blood. He looked down at her in complete shock. You can see this type of thing happen a thousand times, but it never loses its sting.

  "Drop the gun! ...Do it, now!!! Drop it! Drop it!" I repeated, firming my grip. But he kept the same catatonic stare, like he never heard me at all.

  "Drop your weapon... Now! ...I won't say it again!!!" I shouted at him once more. He ignored me.

  Now, by this time, I had already seen him blow two other people away. I would have been a damn fool to just stand there and let him make me into victim #3.

  I knew I had to shoot him.

  The lump swelled in my throat as I lined up the sight of my gun, and braced myself. Sweat seeped from my palms at the grip, forming a perfect stream that trickled passed my wrist, along my forearm and down to my elbow where it released itself as a droplet. I could’ve sworn I heard it splash onto the floor.

  And he raised his head, causing everything around me to stop and restart in slow motion. In a moment of absolute truth, he paused, finally looking up into my eyes.

  My mouth became unhinged. I sucked in a Panic-stricken breath as the hood fell away from his head, giving me a clear view of his face at the exact second that I was about to squeeze the trigger.

  And I stopped, as he backed up against the wall short circuited by disbelief. We were both stunned.

  Slowly, I began to lower my weapon, dazed because of who stood in front of me. It was my best friend's fifteen year old son. I felt like I had been thrown into an icy river. I looked back as several more units arrived outside, and screeched to a halt. The blue lights of the white patrol cars flashed as his mother walked through the door followed by three other officers.

  "It's over now... It's okay... Drop the gun... That's right, baby.... Put it down.... I'm here... Mama is here now..." She said, walking slowly toward him.

  Her badge gleamed on her chest against the dark canvas of her navy blue shirt like the light of The North Star.

  I let out another sigh of relief when he lowered his gun, and dropped his head down. But...

  Just as quickly as the boy was calmed by the soothing sight of his mother, all of a sudden, that same sight seemed to reignite a fiery rage.

  Again, the boy raised his gun and aimed it. With a bitter cold, he stared into the eyes of the woman that birthed him.

  "Baby, no..." She pleaded softly as she stood in the middle of the bloody mess her son had created.

  "I hate you, I hate you... I hate you." He cried out loud, in a pained anguish that can hardly be described or imagined.

  Murmuring the same thing again and again, the surface of his index finger slowly pressed itself against the gun's trigger.

  "No, NO, no, NO, no, no, NO, no, no, no, NO, NO!!!" I Begged, along with every officer there, inside and out, who could see what was about to take place.

  And, then... BANG!!!

  Just like that... It was over!

  The glossy white tile, once so spic & span and clean, was now stained in crimson spatter.

  I killed my godson.

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