by MìChaune
“Aww, I haven’t heard that in a minute.” Tiana smiled as she started dancing. “I’m glad I Facetimed you because Chasity was on her A-game last night.”
“Oh, word?” Leshaun asked.
Tiana pulled up a thick stack of bills next to her face and gave a wide grin. “I knew the bitch could fuck, but her stick-up game is just as vicious. You should have seen how she left that white boy.”
Leshaun’s smile fell into a frown. “I don’t want her sticking up people, Tiana. I got three niggas for that.”
“And?” Tiana jumped. “Ain’t nothing wrong with a bitch who can get her hands dirty.”
“See, you not thinking.” Leshaun put the phone down. “I don’t want Chasity out their robbing people and shit. I need her to be focused on her schoolgirl act. And, by the way, I think the measuring tape is a bit overboard.”
“The girl is good with her hands and likes to build things,” Tiana pointed out. “In her short time with us, she’s fixed a few of the outfits that the girls have outgrown so they could be passed around for the others to wear. She hemmed one pair of pants that was too long for 9ine, and you should see some of the creations she made for Zay to model for his Instagram fans. She made some underwear where the Magnums had multiple compartments. Our boys will have no reason to come back to us with anything.”
“I want Chasity to focus on turning tricks and being a schoolgirl.” Leshaun wasn’t hearing it. “I have older men who want to get their peverted fantasies off, and Chasity is the best one for the job. I can get fifteen to twenty stacks a session just for that.”
“And she can still do that!” Tiana raised her voice. “I think you gonna fuck up your money being shortsighted on this.”
“And what happens if something goes wrong?” Leshaun asked. She hated when her directions weren’t being followed. “Do what I’m asking you to do. I want her tricking and improving her bedroom skills. Not trying to be a fashion designer; not trying to stick up folks.”
“If you don’t let her explore her dreams, she is going to leave you for someone who will,” Tiana warned. “I wonder if that’s why Janae and Lysa left.”
“Did you ask them?” Leshaun snapped.
“I didn’t call to argue with you.” Tiana exhaled. “I thought you’d be happy to hear how resourceful Chasity has become.”
Leshaun picked the phone up. “No. I just want the girl to make my money, and that’s it. I’m not featuring her on nothing else.”
“Okay.” Tiana put her hand up. She figured she’d put the stacks of money down when Leshaun didn’t have the phone in her hand. “Maybe I need to come by later, because you tripping.”
“I’m not tripping,” Leshaun insisted.
“Yeah, you tripping.” Tiana hung up the phone.
Leshaun looked at her iPhone in confusion because she couldn’t believe Tiana ended the conversation with her like that. “Girl done lost her damn mind.”
Leshaun put the phone down and walked to the bathroom. She took out lavender and chamomile bubble bath and ran the water. The flowery smell soothed and calmed her immediately. She hadn’t expected to get into an argument with Tiana. Leshaun stripped off her clothes and got in the tub, hoping to take her mind off the confrontation.
* * *
Leshaun could hear the door open, and it startled her. “Hello!” she yelled from upstairs in one of the smaller bedrooms. She looked out the window and didn’t see a car in the driveway. “Hello!” she yelled again.
Leshaun looked at her surroundings and quickly gathered her thoughts. For one, she was in Prince’s cousin’s house. She’d left her room at the Grand Bohemian after the argument with Tiana, and she came to the house to escape. Prince had given her a key to the vacant home that he and one of his cousins maintained. It was considered a family home, and while Leshaun had free access to it, she didn’t abuse it. Only Prince, Gogo, and Tiana knew that Leshaun would escape there every so often; and after the argument with Tiana, she’d gone to the residence to clear her mind.
“Hello!” Leshaun yelled one more time. After not getting an answer, she quickly ran to the dresser where she knew Prince had a .45 hidden in the drawer. She knew neither Prince nor the cousin was in the house because they always called her to see where she was at before they came by. There were news stories of some of the houses in West Asheville being broken into, but Leshaun didn’t think she’d be in the middle of a break-in attempt.
She checked the clip to make sure there were bullets and that it worked correctly. Then she quietly made her way downstairs. Leshaun listened as she tried to figure out where the intruder was located. After hearing whoever it was rumbling in the kitchen, Leshaun quickly devised a plan.
I know this muthafucka heard me. I’m loud as hell, she thought as she cautiously made her way from the stairs across the living room. Leshaun leaned forward, hoping to take peek into the room with the gun at her side. The noise in the kitchen stopped, and she stepped back.
Did they hear me come down the stairs? she wondered. She started to call out again but decided against it. Leshaun aimed the gun in front of her and decided to charge and take the intruder by surprise. It was the only weapon besides the .45 she had. She ran in the kitchen and quickly let off three shots at the person she saw standing at the counter.
“Aahhh!” she yelled as grocery bags went in the air. “Oh my God! Oh my God!” Leshaun quickly made her way behind the counter and found Tiana lying on the floor. Her eyes were closed and her body motionless. She didn’t have to feel her pulse to know that Tiana Hampton was dead. “How come you didn’t say anything?” The smoke from the .45 infiltrated Leshaun’s nose as she cried.
Her best friend, road dog, confidant. Tiana knew all her deepest and darkest secrets and helped her pull off some amazing heists. All that was left of Tiana was a small bullet to the head, leaking blood and brain matter on the hardwood floors.
Another bullet had entered above Tiana’s abdomen and left a dark, crimson stain on her tight fluorescent orange tube top. Tiana’s eyes stared off in the sky, her face motionless and shocked. If Leshaun could judge the look on Tiana’s face, she’d assume that her friend probably was in disbelief that Leshaun shot her. As more blood oozed out of Tiana’s body, it made a puddle under her and started to ruin the low-cut white jeans.
Leshaun gave Tiana a once-over and had to admit that, despite being shot twice, her friend was damn near flawless. She wondered where Tiana got the orange eyeshadow and matching nail polish that accentuated her five foot five, 169-pound frame. The blush still highlighted Tiana’s full cheeks. The rust red lipstick brought out her full lips, complementing her shapely body.
“Oh my God!” Leshaun screamed as the water welled to her eyes. She could barely see as she wiped away her tears like windshield wipers. The gun still in her hand, she lifted it to her right head and, in her mind, she pulled the trigger. Leshaun was sure she was joining Tiana in hell, or wherever it was they sent the bad girls. She shook her head. Suicide wasn’t the way to go, and Leshaun knew she was stronger than that.
A glance down made Leshaun believe that Tiana had moved. She seemed to have made her way a few inches to the left. Her eyes were still focused on the ceiling, and the only thing that was moving was the puddle under her that had gotten bigger. Leshaun knew her mind was playing tricks on her, but she wanted to be sure before she dismissed the thought.
Bending down, Leshaun put her gun on the floor and put her right hand over Tiana’s face. “Lord, forgive me. I didn’t know she was here,” Leshaun prayed as she covered Tiana’s eyes and moved her hand down her face, bringing her eyelids to a close. Even though she knew Tiana was dead, she put two fingers under her left chin. As suspected, Tiana had no pulse. The bullets had killed her friend instantly.
“If I could, I’d take it back.” Leshaun’s voice trembled as she moved away from the body. “How did an argument lead to this?”
Leshaun walked to the marble-covered island and reached for her white leather p
urse. Her hand sank to the bottom and crawled until it reached her iPhone. Manicured fingernails clicked like keyboards as she dialed 911. Even though she could’ve had a clean-up crew come and make Tiana’s body disappear, she knew her friend didn’t deserve that. Yeah, she was mad at Tiana’s decision to undermine her; she wouldn’t have killed Tiana just for that reason. Tiana deserved a proper burial, and she knew that if she told the truth—she did call out for someone in the house to answer her three times and they didn’t—Leshaun would be cleared and the police would rule the murder as an accident.
“Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?” Leshaun was jolted by the deep masculine voice in her ear.
“I need an ambulance to 879 West Chapel Road. My friend . . .” Leshaun fought back tears. She wanted to confess and face whatever consequences came her way. “I didn’t know she was using her key to get in my house and I killed her. Please, someone come right away.” Leshaun dropped her phone.
The “I didn’t know she was using her key to get in my house” part was true. After Leshaun and Tiana argued over whether Chasity should only be tricking, Leshaun took a bath at the hotel. Deciding to escape and to be in a new location, Leshaun made the fifteen-minute trek from the Grand Bohemian to the house in West Asheville. If Tiana had called, Leshaun would have told her where she was because they always made up and apologized to one another after an argument. Even though she’d given Tiana a key, she’d also instructed her to call before coming over. Leshaun had called out for Tiana or whoever was in the house to introduce themselves and the silence only heighted her senses and put Leshaun on guard.
* * *
“Ma’am, I need to you to step this way,” a young lady in an Asheville police uniform grabbed Leshaun’s arm and pulled her to the side. Leshaun was so lost in thought about her last moments with Tiana that she didn’t hear the police or the paramedics entering the house. She didn’t see them either as forensics were taking pictures of Tiana’s body on the floor and dusting for fingerprints.
“I’m sorry,” Leshaun apologized, more to Tiana’s lifeless body than to the officer leading her to the couch.
“What happened?” The young, blond, blue-eyed officer addressed her more like a sister-girl than an authoritative figure.
“I heard someone enter the house with a key and, when I called to see who it was, no one answered. I panicked, grabbed my gun, and after I called out again for the intruder to announce themselves, I still didn’t get an answer. I shot the first thing I saw moving, and I didn’t realize it was Tiana. I’m sorry.” Leshaun’s voice shook as tears fell faster than water leaking from a faucet.
“So this is Tiana”—the officer pointed to the body as it was being covered with a white sheet—“didn’t say she was coming over or let you know she was stopping by?”
“No,” Leshaun insisted. “If she had said something I swear to God I wouldn’t have been alarmed. I called out three times and got no answer.”
If Leshaun had been thinking, she would’ve kept her mouth shut. It wasn’t like this was the first murder she’d committed, but this was the first time she murdered someone who meant the world to her. Even though Leshaun was mad at her girl, Tiana Hampton wasn’t supposed to die.
Not today.
“Well, let’s go to the station and sort this out,” the officer suggested.
Leshaun wasn’t down for riding with 5-0 anywhere, let alone to the station. But her instincts told her to cooperate. She had told the truth and had nothing to hide.
Leshaun was relieved that she was being allowed to leave her house without handcuffs and enter in the back of an unidentified police car. She got in the back seat, strapped on her seat belt, and looked out the window as more officers and plainclothes police officers were entering her home. She could see the news reporters from the local ABC, CBS, and NBC affiliates rushing to the scene trying to get an exclusive.
“Let’s leave before it becomes a circus,” the young officer suggested as she got in the driver’s seat and warmed up the car.
Leshaun thought about the posibility of her going to prison. She’d just murdered her friend, and she feared going to jail. It didn’t look good that Tiana had a key, but the few times Tiana came over, she always called. And groceries? What she’d buy groceries for? Maybe that’s her peace offering but, still, Tiana should’ve called.
I hope I don’t end up in jail, Leshaun thought as the officer pulled off and she stared at the house she murdered Tiana in.
She just fucked up big time.
Chapter Ten
“Gimmie that ass, Cassandra!” Kofi commanded as he manhandled his overweight lover. He’d finally gotten a glimpse of her name after seeing her driver’s license in her open purse she laid next to the television.
“Kofi! Kofi!” Cassandra panted as surging waves of intense pleasure spilled over from her pussy. She palmed his tight ass, her legs pushed back on his shoulders as his strenuous strokes rearranged the shape of her slit. For the past thirty minutes, the two had reacted to the strong sexual chemistry that linked them. He threw himself in and out of her wet hole with quick slides that left Cassandra dizzy.
“Pussy,” he panted. “Sooo good!” He tried to crawl up in her guts, punching at her soaked pussy with no restraint.
“Do it!” she gasped. “Make me cum again! Yes, right there!”
Kofi stared at the erotic dance of Cassandra’s heaving breasts. The tight and wet confines of her pussy gripped his column with each stroke. His balls slapped the back of her sweet chocolate, stroke after stroke after stroke. Filled with lust, he tried to assassinate the pussy with his curved dick thrusts. Deep and hard, he dug as her juices oozed out around his hammer.
The lights were left on as Cassandra melted under his forcefulucking. Above her and planted inside her moved a real man. His dick suffocated the pink walls of her squishy pussy. Tonight, she wasn’t with a boy; a man fucked her, and the taste of it made her greedy.
“Oooohh, yeahhh!” She squeezed his ass with all her might and forced his balls deep.
“Rub my balls!” he grunted and came up on his arms to throw the long dick at her.
Their flesh collided violently below their waists. Sweat dotted Cassandra’s forehead as her body experienced free-floating sensations. She crooned his name in rhythm with his strong and energetic movements.
Kofi took everything that was offered to him. He lost himself when her fingers reached his balls. He fucked her. Her pussy spoke around the condom, farting and smacking.
“Look at it!” he grunted with his hurried strokes. “Look at what I’m doing to you!”
Cassandra moaned and lifted her head off the pillow. Between her jerking tits, she caught a flash of his dick plunging in and out of her bald pussy. “Mmmmm, baby! You do it so good! You fuck me sooo good!” She dropped her head back down and circled her hips. “Ooohh, yeahhh, right there! You all up in my pussy!” She slid her hands up his sides until she reached his chest.
They raced toward the end. In and out, up and down, back and forth he tried to knock her pussy off the hinges. When it finally gripped them for the second run, Cassandra took the dick on all fours. She exploded all over his mature dick as it eased in and out at a steady pace. Kofi clenched her sweaty ass cheeks, threw his head back, and detonated inside the condom with no space between them.
* * *
The lights were too bright for Leshaun’s liking. She looked down at her black Carolina Panthers T-shirt and loose-fitting gray sweatpants. They concealed her five foot five, 170-pound frame perfectly. The Carolina blue Tims felt heavy on her feet as she sat in a small interrogation room with a black plainclothes officer who looked like he could’ve gone to high school with her dad.
Leshaun caught her reflection in the large window that she knew at least one detective was watching her from behind. The R&B goddess Aaliyah stared back at her, and she liked that she thought of herself as the darker-skinned, thicker version of her. The way her bone-straight hair fell a little past h
er shoulders and the part down the middle of her head were nearly identical to the iconic singer’s. Leshaun’s face was slightly slender despite being a full-figured one, but her cheekbones were sharp. Her eyes were almond in shape and the color of rich milk chocolate. The only makeup she was wearing was the trace of the strawberry lip gloss she had put on earlier in the day.
“Ms. Gamble.”
Leshaun’s head turned when she heard the officer call her by her government name. She hadn’t been called Ms. Gamble since her days as a daycare teacher’s assistant. It felt funny answering to a name she always thought people should call her mom.
“Yes, sir.” Leshaun extended the same courtesy. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was nervous as hell. She fought to keep her eyes straight, her body from shaking like a leaf. She decided to tell the truth and answer any and every question the officer had about the murder she had just committed.
The thought crossed her mind as to whether the police may have suspected her in other shootings. She had at least ten bodies on her and, when she came to think of it, there was a body on that gun. But that body belonged to some sick pervert she and Tiana ditched in Toronto, Ontario after some old, middle-aged white man got mad that he couldn’t force Leshaun and Tiana into a ménage à trois.
“So what were you and Tiana arguing about?” the detective pried. She’d forgotten his name that quick in the four hours she was in the room with him. Leshaun had already told him this information one time, but she repeated it, knowing she wouldn’t get caught slipping in her answer.
“She said that she saw my boyfriend at the Walmart on Hendersonville Road with some ugly, flat-chested white girl,” Leshaun answered truthfully and calmly. “I told her ain’t no way Cam would go for some trailer-park trash because all he liked were big girls like me. She then tried to send me a pic in her text message, but I didn’t believe her because, from behind, my man didn’t look like the guy she was trailing.”