So Gone

by Jennifer Luckett

  “I told you I was comin’ fa that ass, didn’t I?” I gritted.

  Fatal jumped, and then reached for his waist. “Too late!” I mocked him and my burner coughed out lead.

  Two shots hit him in the chest and slammed him up against the hallway wall. I aimed higher and squeezed the trigger. He slid down the wall sporting a gaping hole in his head.

  Chunuchi was frozen still by fear. Dumb hoe should have run. I looked at her and smirked. “Your turn.”

  “Blunt, please don’t. I’m your son’s mother.”

  “Ask me if I care?” I pumped four shots into her without blinking an eye. Then I jetted away from there and went over to Luscious crib.

  I couldn’t believe who I saw leaving as I pulled up.

  Hard To Trust Anybody

  Molaysia

  Now, I was certain that it was over between me and Blunt. I was walking alongside Interstate 85 two miles away from the gym in heeled pumps. The hike was tortuous, and I was nowhere near my car.

  Fresh tears poured down my face as I hugged my shoulders and wailed. A Caucasian man in his mid seventies pulled beside me in an old beat up red pickup truck. The majority of the paint had peeled, there were huge dents on the passenger side door, and rust spots covered the entire hood. The guy rolled his window down. “Hi Honey. How about I give you a ride?” He grinned with a picket fenced mouth.

  I shot him a dirty look. “I’m fine. You can go on. I’ll be alright.”

  “I don’t mind helping a pretty thing like you out, and I know that your feet must be killing you in those heels. Hop on in,” he insisted.

  “Look, Mothafucka, now I have told you that I don’t need a fucking ride from you, so leave me the fuck alone.” I was close to losing it.

  He tossed his hands up in the air. “I was only trying to help you,” he explained and pulled off.

  I wasn’t trying to hear what he was talking about. My main concern was to get back to my car, and that would be a blessing. I would probably wake up the next morning with two swollen feet because my shoes weren’t made to walk long distances in, and my feet were aching. I decided that I had better pull myself together, at least until I made it back to my vehicle. I was terrified that the shooters might ride pass, recognize me, and finish me off.

  I used my cell phone to call a taxi since I couldn’t think of anyone else to come and get me. I thought about calling Rocco, but I changed my mind. He would’ve had too many questions, and I didn’t want to answer any of them. I didn’t want him to know that my dumb ass had gotten in Blunt's ride, and his crazy ass had put me out. I wasn’t in the mood for explaining, so I stood on the side of the highway and waited for the taxi to arrive.

  The scorching hot sun was baking me and sweat dripped from my forehead. The taxi arrived after a fifteen minute wait. The coolness from the inside of the car’s air conditioner felt so good to my hot body. I rested my head on the back of the seat, and all I could think of was how trifling Blunt was. I didn’t ever plan on seeing him again. As far as I was concerned, I didn’t care if he fell off the face of the earth. That psycho was history to me.

  When the cab driver dropped me off at my car, I paid him and hopped in my ride and left. I was flying down the street like a mad woman. I was angry about what had gone on with me and Blunt. I upped my cell phone and dialed Rocco up to see what he had going on. He answered. In spite of everything the day had brought, we had a nice conversation.

  “You want to come to my house for dinner?” I asked. I was tired and exhausted, yet I had to stop letting negativity ruin my life. Every time an obstacle knocked me down, I planned to hop back up.

  “If you can cook, I will come,” Rocco kidded.

  “I’m originally from Memphis, Tennessee, and my family is full of women who can throw down in the kitchen. I have learned from the best,” I shamelessly bragged.

  “I'll see if you can back it up,” he said.

  At home I showered, then began preparing the dinner that I had promised Rocco. When dinner was almost ready, I called him and he promised to come right over. Thirty minutes later, still no Rocco.

  I looked out the front window and noticed a new-modeled Ford Expedition in Rocco’s yard. A short pregnant female came out of his house, got something out of the truck, and then went back inside.

  The bastard claimed that he wasn’t involved with anyone, so why was that bitch at his house? Maybe she was the reason that he was so late for dinner. I was tired of no good niggas, and I wasn’t going to accept that bullcrap off him either. It seemed like I couldn’t win for losing. Things like this will drive a woman to give up on men, period, I thought to myself.

  Trust Issues

  Molaysia

  I’d had more than enough of dealing with sheisty men. I had slaved in my kitchen trying to prepare dinner, and Rocco was probably booed up at his house with another broad.

  My kitchen was smelling good with the scent of baked chicken, greens, cornbread, candied yams, and corn on the cob. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to go over to Rocco’s house and confront him. He wasn’t my man, but I needed to know if he was real or worthy of my time. If he was about the games, it would be in my best interest to leave him alone before any feelings developed between us.

  I hopped up from my sofa and marched over to his residence to see what was really going on. I was in my feelings, ready to lash out on him for everything any man had ever done to me in my lifetime. When I made it to his house, I leaned on the doorbell.

  Rocco opened the door wearing a smile. “Hey, Molaysia. I’m sorry that I’m late for dinner.”

  “Yeah, whateva! Can you step outside for a minute or two? There's something I need to say to you.”

  "Oh, is there a problem?"

  "You think?" I replied sarcastically.

  Rocco smiled.

  "Is something funny?" I asked tersely.

  "Actually, it is." His smile widened. “Come inside. I see what this is about. It's not what you think though,” he said. “My sister stopped by unexpectedly.”

  He steered me inside, nodding at the pregnant young lady sitting on his recliner. “This is my sister, Aniyah. Sis, this is the beautiful Molaysia,” he introduced us, saying my name like it was honey on his tongue.

  I let out a long sigh of relief, and looked at Rocco apologetically. I spoke to Aniyah then had a seat beside her on the sofa. Rocco sat beside me with his arm around my shoulders. The three of us engaged in a nice conversation about child rearing and early child development.

  "Aniyah, would you care to join your brother for dinner at my house?" I offered after finding her company enjoyable.

  "I would hate to impose, but don't ask me twice because I won't turn you down. Don't forget I'm eating for two."

  We shared a laugh, and then I convinced her to accept my invitation.

  After dinner, Aniyah said that she had another engagement. She thanked me for the hospitality and said goodbye.

  Rocco and I moved into the den and sat down on the couch. He placed his arm around my shoulders. “What did you want to say to me when you asked me to come outside earlier?” he teased.

  “I was trying to see if you wanted me to bring you a plate since you were late, and the food was getting cold,” I feigned innocence.

  “Stop it.” He laughed. “You just wanted to see if Aniyah was my woman.”

  I was so embarrassed.

  Rocco ensured me that I didn’t have to worry about him playing games and being dishonest. “I’m going to be straight up with you at all times,” he promised.

  "I would really appreciate it," I said whole-heartedly.

  We spent two hours talking about the importance of honesty. When he was ready to leave, I walked him to the door. As we stood facing each other, he placed his arms around my waist and pulled me toward him for a kiss.

  I placed my palms against his chest to stop him. “I’m not ready for that,” I said apologetically.

  “I understand, Mo’,” he replied.<
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  “Thank you,” I said.

  “Any woman that is worth having is worth waiting for,” he understood.

  I smiled, then pecked him on the cheek.

  “Goodnight, Mo’.” He returned my smile with one just as genuine and turns to go to his place.

  My impression of him was good, but so was my first impression of Blunt.

  Mind Must Be Playin’ Tricks On Me

  Blunt

  I knocked on Luscious’ door, and she let me in right away. “Hey, Daddy,” she purred and stepped up pressing her body against mine.

  “Don’t hey daddy me! What the fuck you doin’ wit’ that bitch up in here? You kickin’ it wit’ the enemy now?” I pushed her up off me and pulled out my strap.

  “What is your problem?” she cried.

  “What the fuck was Mika doing over here?” I demanded to know. “Y’all hoes plottin’ against me?”

  “She was just telling me what went down between y’all,” she swore.

  “Yeah right. Since when have y’all two been tight?”

  “I think she just needed somebody to talk to. Somebody who would understand her situation,” she explained.

  I pressed the Glock to her forehead and watched a stream of water leak from the corner of her eye. I stared deep into her eyes for any sign of treason. Lucky for her, I didn’t spot any. “Well, make that your last time fuckin’ wit’ her—understand me?”

  “Yes,” she said softly, as she eyed me up and down.

  I looked down at the spot on my chest were her eyes were focused. Blood was splattered all over my white tee. It was either Fatal’s or Chunuchi’s. “Un huh, I’m the wrong nigga to test right now.” I confirmed the question in her eyes.

  "What does that mean, Blunt? And why are you telling it to me?"

  “From now on you’re either for me or against me, ain’t no more straddling the fence. So how you rockin’, Li’l Mama?” I demanded to know.

  Luscious dropped to her knees and cooed, “Big Daddy, you ain’t got to ask me that. I’ve been that ride or die bitch for you all along." She unbuckled my pants, pulled out my bitch pleaser and stepped to her business.

  “You’re my hoe for life, ain’t you?” I asked while watching her handle her business.

  “Um hmm,” she gurgled.

  “Get it rock hard, and I’ma fuck you in the ass. You need to be reminded what bad girls get,” I said knowing that she would be turned on by my thug passion.

  “Yes, Daddy. I need you to punish me for being bad,” she replied. Her voice turned husky with anticipation.

  When it was time for me to backdoor her, she undressed and got in position, tooting that ass up high off the floor. I dipped inside her honey walls to lubricate my joint first, then I eased inside her dark hole one inch at a time. She screamed out in pleasure and pain until I erupted inside her bowels.

  As I laid on her back catching my breath, I put my strap to the back of her head and threatened, “If you ever cross me, I’ma murk that ass.”

  "Daddy, I would rather die than flip on you," she whispered over and over again.

  But something told me not to trust her. She had seen blood splotches all over my clothes and tomorrow when she found out that Chunuchi was dead, she would put two and two together. “Nigga, she already kno’ that you murked dudes she set up for you, and she hasn’t flipped on you yet,” I reminded myself.

  When we fell asleep that night wit’ out daughter in-between, I dreamed that Luscious sold me out to Polo, the next vic on our agenda.

  “Let me erase this problem,” I thought as I awoke and looked down into her face.

  Can’t Take This Much Longer

  Molaysia

  Weeks had passed since the last craziness with Blunt, but he was not sitting idle. I was horrified by the news last week that Fabian had been killed, and his body had been found inside the trunk of his car down in The Bluff, Blunt's stomping grounds.

  I believed in my heart that Blunt had killed Fabian, but I kept that to myself and tried not to let the guilt I felt eat me alive. Lately, I had been doing a lot of soul searching and spending time with Rocco.

  We hung out every day, doing things like dining at different restaurants, going bowling, and watching movies. He was such a gentleman, and I was pleased to have his company. It really helped to keep my mind off the other things.

  My mood was further improved by my impending trip back home. I was in my bedroom packing for the visit. I was super excited to get away for the weekend and spend some time with Leesha, the twins, and other relatives. I double-checked my Louis Vuitton luggage to be sure that I had everything packed and ready to leave out in the morning.

  Satisfied that I hadn't forgotten to pack anything important, I zipped up the bags and set them in the corner. My front doorbell chimed just as I was searching for the television remote. I treaded to the door in my pink short sleeved and short pants pajamas. I peeped through the peephole and saw Rocco standing there. "Hi," I the door open as wide as my smile.

  He stood there in a khaki brown Dickies work uniform. “I wanted to tell you to drive safely before you hit the highway,” he said.

  “Awl, come on in,” I invited.

  He gave me a big hug.

  “I’m going to miss you.” I gazed into his eyes and held him tighter.

  Rocco eased me closer to him by the waistline, and our bodies touched. We were both feeling each other. I pressed my breast against his chest as my lips found their way to his mouth. He had soft lips, a tasty tongue, and he knew how to use them both. His hand palmed my ass while we were kissing. My coochie was throbbing like a heartbeat. I wanted him so badly!

  All of a sudden, the show stopped and he said, “Have a goodnight and be careful on your trip, Baby.”

  “Thank you and I will,” I said breathlessly.

  I swear I needed a cold shower when he left.

  It’s About Time

  Molaysia

  Enough was enough. I was ready to test the waters. I dipped down in the luke warm bath water filled with coconut oil and bubble bath. I took a deep breath and soaked. When I was finished with my bath, I put on a blushing pink teddy. Under the lingerie, I wore a pair of light pink laced panties with an open crotch. I simply could not stop thinking about how that man had my juices flowing, then just turned and went on about his business.

  I went into my bedroom and gave him a call. “Come over. I need to see you,” I told him as soon as he answered. One of us had to take charge.

  Butterflies were flying through my stomach from nervousness, but I had to have him. I heard water running in the background. “Let me take my shower, and I’ll be over there when I’m done. Is that cool?” he asked.

  “Sure,” I purred sounding like a hot tail teenager.

  As I waited for Rocco to come over, I stood in the mirror staring at myself and twiddling with the string necklace around my neck. I looked like a little freak, even to my own eyes. I contemplated changing into something less provocative, but the outfit fit my mood perfectly. I felt like a li’l horny whore.

  I ran in the kitchen and popped a bottle of champagne to calm my nerves. “Go for it, girl,” I gassed myself up.

  Thirty-five minutes later, Rocco was at my door. He took one look at me and knew what time it was. His eyes caressed me like gentle hands. Mine molested him!

  Neither one of us spoke.

  The sound of low R&B, played from my sound system in the background. Rocco pressed me against the wall and covered my mouth with his. His hands ran all up and down my body.

  I moaned when his hard dick rubbed up between my legs. I wanted to jump his bones right there in the living room. Ms. Kitty was pleading for me to do it, but I pressed my thighs together and quieted her down.

  I took Rocco's hand and purred, "Follow me into my fantasy."

  Soft purple light illuminated my bedroom when I led Rocco through the threshold. We stopped at the foot of the bed and locked lips in a passionate kiss that took my breath aw
ay. Rocco slowly undressed me and gently laid me back on the bed.

  My mouth watered with anticipation as I watched him disrobe piece by piece. When he was nude, he stepped back proudly and allowed me to examine the merchandise. I liked his confidence, and I loved the attentiveness of his little friend. I prepared myself to get filled up.

  His valiant soldier pointed at me stiffly as he climbed on top of me. His hard body pressed down on mine causing my juices to prematurely flow. He grazed his tongue over my breast, and his hands stroked up and down my legs. My legs opened wide, and his finger slid inside of me. “Yes, I like that,” I whispered in his ear.

  His fingers moved in and out of my honey pot while his tongue ran a marathon around my erect nipples. I reached down and wrapped my hands around his girth. It swelled under my touch.

  Rocco's fingers had my pleasure button screaming. I could not wait any longer. "Put it in," I moaned.

  "Okay, baby."

  He reached over on the floor, and I heard a wrapper being torn open. “Hurry, I'm about to die,” I cried out.

  “I got you, Molaysia. You can relax. From this point on, it's paradise.”

  The man didn't lie. When he entered me, I saw balloons floating overhead. I was too close to my peak to hold out long. The things he was whispering in my ear as he held me by the ankles and took me to another place sent my passion shooting to the roof.

  "Sweet Jesus!" I screamed as an orgasm the size of the Pacific Ocean came pouring down. It felt so good I almost jumped up and bolted down the street.

  "Hey, hey, where you going, baby?" asked Rocco when he felt my back and hips arching off the bed.

  I answered by shaking my head from side to side. In one fluid motion, he flipped me over so that now I was on top. “C’mon, climb up on this dick, Baby,” he said.