by C. Wash
“Look, before we get into that bullshit about her probably pimping us or not, let’s go find Baby Dom. Everything else can wait,” Mystro said.
Chapter 28
After driving around for most of the day, it finally dawned on Mystro and Native to check Baby Dom’s usual hang out spots. They rolled past, Star’s Laser Tag and she wasn’t there. They ended up at All of the Lights Arcade and found her there trying to book a chick.
“So I’m saying, boo, you should let me go ‘head and get that number. I be seeing how you watch me handle the ball in the shootout game. I know you feeling a nigga,” Baby Dom said, spitting game to the teenage admirer.
“Excuse us, sweetheart,” Mystro interrupted while she pulled Baby Dom away from the young girl. “We been looking all over for you, slim what you doing here?”
“What up, Fam, what you mean, I been chilling here like I usually do,” Baby Dom replied. “Why you cock block my action though? I’m trying to hit shawty off right quick.”
“BD, you ain’t got time for no fucking, we gotta book. Folks got word out ‘round the way that you was involved in some shit and they coming for you. They got a bounty on your lil ass, so we gotta get outta here.” Native looked around the arcade. “This place ain’t safe for you no more.”
Mystro and Native snatched her by the arms without another word.
******
“I ain’t know where else to go, but we should be cool here,” Mystro said looking out the window of the hotel room. “I mean even if Church tracks me, we not far from the apartment and I can shoot home quickly,” Mystro explained. “So, Baby Dom, its time to anti up. What’s going on, champ, why bammas looking for you about a fire?” Mystro asked intently.
Baby Dom sat in the desk chair in the middle of the room. Before she spoke, she looked at Native for re-assurance. “Go ‘head, son, tell us what happened. We gotchu,” Native advised, sitting on top of the desk while she drank a bottle of water.
Baby Dom took a deep breath and said, “Aight, after we was looking at the apartment talking about Church, I was jive burnt up. I went around where she lived and spied on her. I needed to try and get proof so Mystro could leave that bitch alone.” Mystro and Native listened attentively. “When I got on her street, she was coming out the house, but she wasn’t alone,” she paused looking up at Native.
“Dog, keep going, she gotta hear this shit, however it sounds,” Native coached. Mystro stood near the bottom of the bed motionless.
Baby Dom shook her head but kept going. “A nigga came out the house behind her. It was the same nigga I seen her give ya’ll tip money to that night at the Delta.”
“What slim look like,” Native asked.
“Ole Kevin Hart looking motherfucka but taller and wit’ a beard.”
“My, that sounds like the nigga we was ‘bout to wreck in the gym parking lot,” Native insinuated looking at Mystro.
Mystro took a seat on the edge of the bed and said, “That don’t mean she wit’ the nigga, I mean he is her landlord.”
“Naw, Fam, it was more than that. The nigga had on slippers and balling shorts that looked just like the Kevin Durant shorts you bought two weeks ago. And he ain’t have no shirt on either. He was in chill mode, not landlord mode,” Baby Dom continued.
“She got that bamma ass nigga wearing your shit,” Native yelled heated. Mystro looked down at the floor and rolled her eyes.
“There’s more,” Baby Dom said sadly shaking her head from left to right, “they talked for a minute outside and it looked like they was arguing at first, I couldn’t really hear what they said. But then they slobbed each other down right there for the whole neighborhood to see.” She eluded the part where dude’s erection made an appearance, right before they went back into the house to fuck. Baby Dom hated to tell this messy information to her friend, but she knew she needed to in order to get Mystro away from Church for good.
Mystro looked up at Native, then at Baby Dom and asked, “So you did it, you burned down they crib?”
“Yeah, I had to, you should’ve seen ‘em, Mystro, I was so pissed. I was hoping I got they asses both while they was in there together. I wanted her out your life, but that shit backfired on me and she ended up having to move in with you.” Baby Dom confessed.
“Well, apparently the nigga was in there when you lit it up. He been in the hospital this whole time for his injuries until recently. And now, he out and looking for you.” Native jumped down off the desk and sat on the bed next to Mystro. “You see this bitch ain’t no good now, son?”
“I just can’t believe she would do some shit like that to me, why?” Mystro asked still in denial.
Native laid back on the bed and put her hands on the top of her head. “I can’t believe you don’t see this bitch is playing you,” she sprang back up into a seated position and looked at Mystro. “What the fuck is it gonna take, do you need more proof?”
“Man, it ain’t just that simple. I love this girl. I wanted to marry her. I can’t just up and quit her like that. What about the life I’m building for the both of us? What about our family?”
“Hold up, you said wanted to marry her, so somewhere inside, you realize she may not be the one.” Native shoved Mystro’s own words back at her.
When she said she wanted to marry her, as to imply she felt differently now, things hit home. Mystro drifted out of the conversation. She thought back on the talk she had with Church the last night she cooked dinner. Mystro felt Church’s intentions were only money driven then, whether she admitted it or not.
“Aight,” she said with her head down on the verge of tears, “how do I find out for sure? That she’s cheating?”
“Yes, finally,” Native yells happily. “I think you need to set her up,” she suggests.
“Yeah, see how she carry shit when you not around, only you show up, like I did. She bound to be doing some hot shit,” Baby Dom added.
Mystro’s phone rang while she was in deep contemplation. When she retrieved it out of her basketball shorts pocket, she saw Church’s praying hands tattoo on the screen indicating she was calling.
“Hold up, don’t say nothing, this her,” Mystro said leaping off the bed and walking into the bathroom to take the call.
“Hello.”
“Hey, baby, where are you,” Church asked off the top.
“Not far from the crib, why what’s up?”
“I was just trying to see what you were up to. I wanted to make this a date night, you know dinner and maybe a movie,” Church responded. “You down?”
Mystro was shocked, in all the time they had been together Church rarely initiated a date night. She wondered what Church might be up too. She decided to test Native and Baby Dom’s theory and set her up.
“Oh, damn, shawty, that would’ve been cool, but I’m getting ready to head out Bmore. A partner of mine having a bachelor party. I’ma be gone most of the night,” Mystro lied as her stomach knotted.
“Ok, well have fun. Call me when you on your way home. I might want you to stop by and bring me something to eat,” Church finished.
“Yeah, aight, I’ll holla at you later.” Mystro ended the call and leaned on the sink.
She couldn’t believe it was a possibility that the woman she wanted to marry had been playing her from the start. She felt ill. She turned around and cut the cold water on to splash some on her face. When she was done, she dried off with a hand towel and looked at herself in the mirror.
“How come I can’t catch a fucking break?” She said to her reflection. On the verge of tears, her thoughts wandered to Breezy. ‘Could all this shit be happening to make an opening for her’, she thought. She wasn’t sure, but she knew she had to go through with this set up to know once and for all.
Mystro exited the bathroom to find her friends sitting in the same spots she left them waiting on her return.
“What it is, My,” Native asked as Baby Dom looked on.
Mystro took a deep breath and said, “It’s in m
otion, and now I need ya’ll to carry out part two of my plan.”
Chapter 29
Three Hours Later
Mystro walked onto the street where her apartment was located. Her head was fucked up and her stomach felt like she drank some old milk. She knew that there was a possibility that in five minutes, she could be faced with what she was looking for. Evidence that Church had been just using her all along. She hoped all went well with the plan that she laid out to Mystro and Baby Dom, because she didn’t have her cell phone to be reached on if it didn’t.
Her plan consisted of Native and Baby Dom taking Mystro’s car and driving out to Baltimore Maryland. She instructed Native to take her cell phone and dump it in the trashcan of the Hyatt Hotel on Light Street. That way if Church tried to find her location, she would think she really did go to a bachelor party, leaving her with plenty of time to do whatever she wanted free and clear, or so she thought. But the closer Mystro got to her building, the more she started to regret it all.
As she walked across the lawn of her complex, she glanced over into the designated parking spaces allotted for her apartment. She saw Church’s car in it’s space, but it was the car next to it, parked in Mystro’s space, that made her heartbeat increase. It was a gold Lexus, the same gold Lexus that Church’s so called landlord jumped out of in the gym parking lot. Part of Mystro wanted to go back to the hotel and lie to Native and Baby Dom by telling them they were wrong about Church, and that nothing happened. But the other part knew she had to find out the truth. She took a deep breath to try and relieve the lump in her throat as she willed her feet to move forward.
She got up to her apartment and leaned into the door, to listen before entering. She could hear music faintly, and from the sounds of it, it appeared to be deep within the apartment. She deduced that it was probably being played in the bedroom, so she decided to creep in slowly.
Mystro placed her key into the lock and turned the knob gently. She leaned into the door and pushed it slightly so she could peek in first. When she got it open far enough, she stuck her head inside and scanned the living room. There was no one there. So she entered the apartment and closed the door softly behind her.
Walking through her living room, leading to her bedroom felt like she was walking to the electric chair. The clothes that were draped all over the floor served as a trail to the infidelity that was probably going on inside her bedroom. She paused herself in mid creep mode, to grab a knife out of the kitchen. She didn’t plan to use it, but if the same nigga was in her room, who she met before, she doubted their meeting would end well.
Mystro stood in the hallway directly in front of her bedroom door. She could clearly hear Miguel’s song, Pussy Is Mine, bellowing throughout the room and Church moaning in the background. Suddenly, Mystro’s sadness and nervousness turned into pure rage. She kicked in the bedroom door and saw her baby being plowed from behind by a set of dick and balls, literally.
She snapped.
Mystro charged at them and stabbed the nigga in the right shoulder.
“Aghhhhhhhhhh,” he yelled out.
“Mystro, what the fuck are you doing here, you were just in Baltimore,” Church screamed.
Mystro didn’t address Church, she didn’t take her eyes off the nigga. She moved to try and stab him again but this time he tucked his wounded shoulder and swung at her wildly with his left fist. He wild out so hard, that he missed Mystro and connected with Church’s temple instead, knocking her out cold. He didn’t so much as pause to check on her well-being as he leaped from the bed and came at Mystro full throttle with a hard wet dick and anger in his eyes. His shoulder was barely bleeding, like the nigga must have been part robot or something. He reached out to grab Mystro but she slipped his grasp and stuck him again, this time in his bandaged burnt thigh.
“Arrrghhhhhh,” he growled as he grabbed at his thigh and turned around to escape her knifing fury. As he spun around, he extended his good leg and swept Mystro off her feet in one quick motion.
Mystro hit the floor hard and the wind was immediately knocked out of her, which caused her to drop the knife. The nigga watched as Mystro clawed for air on the floor with her weapon lying next to her head. He limped over toward her and picked up the knife with his right hand. Mystro looked up and had a clear view of his nut sack and ashy knees, standing over her head brandishing the knife. She just knew her life was over.
“Now, dyke, what the fuck you gonna do,” the nigga said as he towered over top of Mystro while she continued to squirm on the floor trying to find oxygen.
He got on his knees and placed his left hand around Mystro’s neck and squeezed tightly. He put the knife down near his knee on the floor. Then he spat in his empty right hand and grabbed his semi-erect dick and stroked it back to full attention.
“I’m ‘bout to treat you like the bitch you really are,” he said as he jerked his ten-inched dick over top of Mystro’s face. She tried to free herself from his violent hold, but it was no use. This nigga was on some psychotic revenge shit and he had monkey strength.
“Yeah, dyke, I bet you ain’t neva had no python ‘bout to spit on that pretty face of yours huh,” he teased as he continued to bring himself to the point of ejaculation.
Mystro had tears freely flowing from her eyes as she grabbed at his arm with all her might. Nothing she did seemed to work. He was too strong and too hateful.
“I don’t give a fuck how much you try to be a nigga, mmmm, you can never do this, ahhhhhhhh,” he yelled as he hunched his back and began convulsing out his orgasm. His thick, creamy nut shot out all over Mystro’s braids and face. He continued to stroke and squeeze his dick until there was nothing left to escape it. To add insult to injury, he slapped the head of his dick onto Mystro’s lips, taking one last shot at her. When he was sure he was finished, he freed his hand of his cock and picked the knife back up while he loosened his grip on Mystro’s neck. She coughed hard, trying to breathe.
On the bed, Church began to stir from the temporary coma her man put her in with his fist. She tried to sit up but felt completely dizzy.
“Mystro, your services are no longer needed. You should’ve just stayed gone tonight. We took your saved up stash and was gonna roll out for good but now, I’m ‘bout to take your life.” He raised the knife to stab Mystro in the heart.
BOOM BOOM.
Two gunshots rang out as both bullets entered the nigga’s head. His unresponsive body slumped onto Mystro, and the knife rolled out of his hand. She pushed him off of her and looked towards where the shots came from. Baby Dom and Native stood in the doorway of the bedroom. But it was Baby Dom, with wild eyes, who held the smoking gun that just ended the nigga’s life.
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo,” Church screamed as she pulled her naked body off the bed and threw herself onto the floor on top of her dead nigga.
“Baby Dom, where the fuck you get that gun from,” Native yelled. Baby Dom held the gun firmly, still aimed at the nigga’s corpse.
“I grabbed it from under your couch when we went to the house to wait on Mystro to tell us what happened. I ain’t want us to be naked out here. I knew we was prolly gonna walk into some shit,” Baby Dom explained.
Mystro rolled onto her stomach, still coughing and tried to get on her knees to stand. Before completely getting up, she removed her T-shirt and wiped her face clean of the dead nigga’s cum. Native ran over to help Mystro to her feet. She wanted her out of the line of fire, in case Baby Dom tried to shoot Church too.
Church held the nigga in her arms and rocked back and forth. This did nothing but set Mystro off even more.
“Nooooooo, baby, I’m so sorry, I should have gotten you out of this when you said something. It’s my fault, baby, please come back to me.” She cried as her tears fell onto his face.
Mystro could not believe what she saw. Fucking a nigga was one thing, but being in love with him was something altogether fucked up. Not being able to take anymore, she broke down. “Church, why would you do
this shit to me, I thought you loved me,” she cried out. Native held onto her friend tightly trying to support her weak body.
Church looked up at Mystro with a tear-soaked-red and swollen face, still holding onto the nigga’s bloodied dead head. “Mystro, you are a fucking joke,” she cried. “I never loved you, I only used you. Pussy on pussy ain’t real. This is real,” she continued referring to her dead nigga. “That bitch took away the true love of my life. I will kill you, dyke,” she yelled shooting daggers at Baby Dom. “Do you hear me? I will murder your ass.”
Baby Dom finally had enough of Church…she was done with her altogether. She raised the gun towards Church’s head and prepared to take her life too. But Mystro, who also was sick of Church’s shit, grabbed it out of her hand before she could fire.
Mystro turned to the love of her life and said, “Fuck you, Church. I hope you choke on that dead nigga’s dick in hell, bitch.” She squeezed the trigger and sent a hot one square into the middle of Church’s black heart.
Epilogue
Eight Months Later
Mystro stood up in the crowded courtroom before Judge Tredall once again. This time she was the defendant in the double homicide of Church Oliver and Grover Lawrence. The night they were killed still played over in Mystro’s mind repeatedly. After she took Church’s life, she didn’t shed another tear. It was as if the moment Church’s soul left her body, a newfound strength entered into Mystro’s.
“Before I allow the verdict to be read deciding your fate, Ms. Mason, I feel I need to address you personally,” Judge Tredall said as he looked down from his seat on the bench and into Mystro’s weary eyes. “Somehow I knew when you left my courtroom over a year ago, I would be seeing you again, although I hoped I didn’t. I see you did not get treated for your obsessive ways and now, two lives have been taken,” he continued to preach.