by Sa'id Salaam
She pretended to be this sweet damsel in distress and promised to be a good wife so I married her. I bought her clothes, a car, and paid off all her credit cards. I even took a second job to buy us a house when she got pregnant.
Not only did she cheat on me, she also aborted my baby, and then left me. Her excuse for it all was that I was never home. I blame myself for ignoring the signs and buying her feeble excuses. While I was busting my ass to pay all the damn bills, she was out fucking and sucking some cop she met. I found his number, called him and asked him to leave my wife alone. He just laughed at me and said I sounded like his wife.
One day while I was at work Maryam packed up and snuck off to be with him. Kill her! No, kill them both! Do it just like the bible says, ‘death to the adulterers’.
“My pleasure!” Yolo growled hotly. The heart felt plea of the oppressed man had her heated. The site received plenty of request from woman wanting cheating husbands, baby daddies, and boyfriends murdered. However, further investigation into those request prove that those women knew that the man in question was a dog to begin with. Most had started off as side chics and just couldn’t accept karma when it came back around.
“I got this one. I hate cops!” Killa cut in on her thoughts.
“Ooh, I know! Let’s do it together!” Yolo suggested so they could spend more time together. “They’re here in Atlanta, and we don’t leave until next week.”
“Let me think about it,” Killa replied knowing that would get him some more pussy.
“Well, let me help you think,” Yolo offered as she began kissing her way down his body. Somewhere during the blow job she gave him, he made up his mind.
*****
“You may as well get a costume since you’re a super hero,” Sincerity said sarcastically. She knew him well enough to tell when he was getting dressed to kill.
“Eh,” Killa replied since it wasn’t like he had never thought about it. “Nothing with a cape or anything, but a mask would be cool.”
Sincerity just shook her head as she continued to watch him. She had no idea that Yolo was in town, but she did notice the effects. It was a given that he got out of town pussy when he was out of town, but she was used to having his full attention at home. The goofy smile on his face made her even more suspicious of him.
“Want some back shots before you go?” she asked for different reasons. First she wanted to see if he would turn it down and two because she was horny and really wanted to get hit from the back.
Killa had been stingy with the dick since Yolo had arrived in town. The sex between the two was intensely insane and left nothing for Sincerity when he got home.
“Rain check?” he pleaded. Even he heard how feeble his words sounded. After all, who begs off of back shots?
“I see,” she said, nodding her head in confirmation.
“You see nothing. I’m just caught up with a few assignments,” he said, as if he had an actual job. “After Saturday, you’ll have my full attention again. Promise.”
“Okay, Mr. Man,” Sincerity agreed. Not that she believed him, but because it was what she wanted to hear.
*****
“Daddy!” the kids shouted as they raced towards their father when he entered the room. Yolo wanted to scream daddy and rushed into his arms too, but instead she let the twins have him first. Once they went to sleep, he would be all hers.
“Sun, Shyne,” Killa greeted his son and daughter with a hug and kiss. “You track our friends down?” he said in greeting to their mother.
“I did. Everything is in place,” she smiled wickedly. Christi frowned as she tried to decipher what they were talking about.
“Old testament?” Killa asked hopefully. Lord knows that the adulterers deserve it.
“Mm hm!” she nodded happily. “Let’s get the show on the road.”
Killa drove his second family over to the Six Flags over Georgia amusement park. It was deja vu since he had just been there last week with Sincerity and their two boys, Xavier and Rico. Christi tore off running the second Killa parked at the amusement park. Yolo smiled proudly at the young girl. It was so refreshing to see a kid who was content with being a kid.
“Um… you got them right?” Killa asked hoping to be spared from the kiddie rides.
“Yeah, go on and…” was all Yolo was able to get out before Killa ran off to catch up with Christi so that they could ride the roller coasters together. They all met at the food court for lunch and then separated once more. By the time they left, all parties were completely pooped.
“I’ll drive,” Yolo offered since Killa was yawning. By the time she pulled out of the parking lot, she was the only person still awake. She let her family slobber and snore until they reached the hotel.
*****
Yolo took a cat nap while Killa and Christi took the kids to get dinner. Killa was amused to see Yolo’s traits in their children. It was obvious that she had also rubbed off on the Christi as well. Thank goodness that they had only picked up her good traits.
“A-yo?” Killa called out when they returned to the room. The steam pouring out from the open bathroom door answered him before Yolo did.
“In here,” she called out as she cut her bath time short. She stepped out and let the plush towel literally suck the water from her skin. After moisturizing her body, she slipped into a pair of jeans tight enough to show she had an ass, but loose enough to kill in.
“You ready?” Killa asked when she finally emerged.
“Yup,” she replied and kissed her children. The first stop was the room next door. That’s where Yolo had stowed tonight’s party favors.
“Whatcha got?” he asked eagerly when he saw the items laid out on the bed.
“Let’s see… tie down straps, a nail gun, heavy duty sling shots, and of course stones,” she said sounding like a sales person. “Since he’s a cop and they live in the suburbs, they think it’s safe to leave the backdoor open.”
“Thought wrong!” Killa laughed as he loaded the stuff in the bag into the trunk along with a few choice items of his own.
*****
The licentious couple had just settled in front of the fire place. Maryam poured shots of cognac as liquid foreplay. She planned on sucking the cop off real good in hopes that he wouldn’t want some pussy afterwards. It was already swollen and sore from the afternoon romp she’d had with the next door neighbor.
“Mmph,” the cop grunted when the liquor hit his throat at the same time as his dick hit the back of hers. That’s exactly how Killa and Yolo found them when they eased inside the room.
“No, don’t get up,” Killa said and fired. The tranquilizer dart that he fired hit his victim squarely in the thigh, putting him to sleep in seconds.
“Ugh!” Yolo grunted as she hit Maryam with her own kind of tranquilizer. The brass knuckles she wore knocked out a couple of her teeth as it put her to sleep as well. Luckily for her, she wouldn’t need the teeth anymore after tonight.
“Nail gun, duct tape…” Killa ordered like a doctor performing surgery. Yolo quickly handed over each item like an operating room assistant. Once they had the two all prepped and ready, all that was left to do was to wait for them to wake up.
“That was some blow job she was giving him, huh?” Killa suggested.
“Mm hm,” Yolo replied while twisting her lips up to let him know that she saw right through him. “If you want your dick sucked, just say I want my…,”
“I want my dick sucked!” he blurted before Yolo could finish her sentence. “Please.”
“My pleasure,” she said with a smile and knelt down before him. Pleasing him was pleasing to her so she was down for whatever he wanted.
“Mmmph?” the cop asked as much as one can ask while nailed to the wall. Killa had used the nail gun and straps to secure the couple to the wall. Both of them had been stripped completely naked just like their morals. Duct tape had been used to mute the screams that the two killers were sure were to come.
“G
ive me a minute, if you don’t mind,” Killa said politely, as Yolo continued to work her head giving him head.
“Mmmph?” Maryam wanted to know too when she awoke in the middle of the blow job.
“I’m about to cum,” Killa warned. This time Yolo pulled away and finished him up with her hand. Neither of them worried about the DNA he skeeted on the carpet, since it would be destroyed in the fire.
“You’re worried about the wrong thing, girlfriend,” Yolo quipped when Maryam frowned about the cum on her carpet. “You’d probably be sucking your teeth if they wasn’t over there!”
“You too stupid!” Killa said as he cracked up. The two killers high fived and cracked more jokes on the future decedents. That’s what’s called adding insult to injury. Now that the jokes were out of the way, it was time for the injuries.
“What the hell! What are these? I thought we were ‘posed to stone them to death!” Killa asked as he hooked the high powered sling shot around his wrist.
“Well, I couldn’t find a bag of rocks, so marbles will have to do,” Yolo replied and loaded one onto her sling shot.
“Bet you can’t hit him in the head,” Killa dared as Yolo lined up a shot to his face.
“A yard says I can!” she said lowering the device so it aimed between his legs. She pulled the marble back as far as she could to get as much velocity as possible and let it go.
“You owe me a hundred bucks!” Killa cheered as the marble tore through his nut sack. The cop let out a loud scream under the duct tape.
“Double or nothing!” she shouted and fired again. This shot split the head of his dick wide open.
“My turn!” Killa said, wanting in on the fun. He fired a high velocity marble that put a sickening dent in the cop’s forehead.
The two killers were in a zone as they fired missile after missile at the couple. Each shot broke whatever it hit as they cried out in pain from behind their gags. The cop’s tape slipped off from blood and saliva. Yolo fired just as he opened his mouth to scream again. The fired marble passed through his mouth and entered his brain.
“He’s dead!” Killa surmised when he slumped over. They then turned their full attention towards Maryam and stoned, well marbled her to death as well.
Killa then took the liberty of lighting a candle near the mutilated couple. Once the gas reached the flame, they would be on the express train to the upper room.
Chapter 16
“Yolo, Yolo,” Christi whispered urgently as she simultaneously tapped on and entered Yolo’s bedroom. “Yolo, wake up!”
“What? Huh? And why are you whispering?” Yolo grumbled and pulled the comforter over her head to stop the intrusion.
“There’s a car in the driveway!” Christi whispered again. She knew it wasn’t Killa because she would have heard them having sex all night. She also knew he was the only man in her life, so no one else would be here.
“Here,” Yolo grunted passing Christi a pistol from under her pillow.
“What am I supposed to do with that?” she asked reeling back away from the gun.
“Kill them. Aim at their foreheads and pull the trigger!”
“Kill? Me? I can’t shoot nobody!” Christi whined at the notion.
“Well, here then. Take it for a spin instead,” Yolo said handing her the keys. “Happy birthday, sweetie!”
“It is my birthday!” The girl suddenly remembered. She had been so occupied that she had lost track of the date. “You bought me a car! I got a car! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
“You’re wel… ugh!” Yolo replied and grunted when Christi dove on her for a hug. “You deserve it. I’m very proud of you.”
She had every reason to be proud of the girl too. Christi excelled both in school and at home. The young girl couldn’t name any of the top rappers, but she knew Algebra, Geometry, and Physics. She’d also taught the twins, who weren’t quite four yet, how to read, write, and do basic math problems.
“Did you get a car when you turned seventeen?” Christi wondered.
“No, I got a… um,” Yolo paused and then decided not to tell her about Mr. Grimsly’s idea of a birthday present. Not many girls could appreciate a rocket launcher anyway. “Yes, now go on out and look at it. I’m right behind you.”
Christi kissed Yolo’s face once more and then ran from the room. Yolo climbed out of bed and slipped into the comfortable sweats she wore around the house. By the time she reached the driveway, Christi was hugging the brand new Charger. Sun was inside pretending to drive, while Shyne looked at herself in all the mirrors.
“You like?” Yolo asked despite the obvious.
“Like? I love it!” Christi replied bouncing with joy.
“It comes with rules and lots of them!” Yolo warned then began to recite them, “No boys, no car full of friends, no drugs, no booze, and stay off the block! Use Lindenhurst!”
“Okay, okay, okay…” Christi agreed, since she had no interest in any of the above anyway. At seventeen, the only thing a boy could offer was his penis and she had absolutely no use for one. The neighborhood girls no longer teased her, but they were far from friends. Cordial nods and fake smiles were all that they got out of her. One of the four girls already had a baby, another one was pregnant by the same dude, and the other two were fucking him behind the first two’s backs.
Soon Christi was driving herself to and from school. It cut into her research time, but saved her from the ratchet conversations and after school fights. She also ran errands and helped shuttle the twins around. It was all good until it went bad.
*****
“There’s nothing to eat in here!” Christi whined from inside of the full refrigerator. Yolo saw right through the girl, since she had just gone grocery shopping the day before.
“Ooh, I got an idea!” Yolo said as if she didn’t know what the girl was up to. “Why don’t you run out and get us all something to eat?”
“I can. I mean, I don’t mind going,” she nodded thoughtfully. She waved Yolo off when she reached for her purse. “No, no. I got it. It’s my treat.
“Okay. Well, take the twins with you because it’s dark,” Yolo said. It was only a little after 6pm, but the short winter days ended and the nights rolled in at five.
“I’m doing my hair!” Shyne protested. She put her hand on her imaginary hip and rolled her eyes, like her mother was a punk.
“Girl, I’ll…,” Yolo growled and stood. Shyne quickly took off up the stairs to avoid getting popped.
“She’s been watching Bad Girls’ Club,” Christi explained. Yolo just shook her head and grabbed the remote.
“Won’t be no more of that,” she declared as she blocked its channel. She should have blocked fifty more to prevent all sorts of negative bullshit from entering her house and children’s minds.
“I’ll drive,” Sun offered and got laughed at. He twisted his lips and squinted at Yolo and Christi cracking up at him.
“Or not! Come on!” Christi laughed and led the way out to her car. The dilemma began as soon as they got outside.
“Hey, Christi! Sup, Girl! What’s good, Ma?” The ratchet girls called out as they walked by.
“Sup, y’all,” Christi replied. She couldn’t help but notice the greasy paper bag each girl held. Knowing that they contained some of the best chicken wings on Long Island made the girl’s mouth water. She wanted some. Only problem was that the restaurant that served them was in the strip mall on The Block.
Christi was loyal, trustworthy, and obedient, but she was also a teenage girl. The most impulsive creature in creation. She reached the turn off and debated on whether she should go right to Lindenhurst or left and into the heart of Wyandanch.
“It’ll only take five minutes. I’ll be in and out,” she convinced herself and turned left. She passed a legion of zombies as she headed into the wrong direction towards the wrong side of town.
“In and out, without a doubt,” Sun rapped. Lately he’d become addicted to rap music. Every time he learned a n
ew vocabulary word he used it in a rap instead of a sentence.
“Your mom need to block those music channels too,” Christi fussed. She certainly wouldn’t miss them.
“A-yo son, peep that shit,” Chicken told his partner Blade when the shiny new car pulled into the run down lot.
Most of The Blocks traffic –be it automobile, foot or bicycle- came looking for crack, weed, or coke. The dope boys in the plaza did as much business as the legitimate stores. The stores didn’t mind since it drove business to them as well. When a nigga buys weed he’s also going to need cigars, lighters, and beer. Once he got high, he’s gonna have the munchies and need something to munch on, hence the long line at the Chinese spot’s counter.
“I see it!” Blade said. He was licking his chops already at the car until Christi hopped her cute ass out of the car. They saw Sun with her and assumed that he was hers. That meant that she was fucking. “Let me go bag dis bitch.”
“A buck say you don’t,” Chicken dared as he approached.
“Bet!” Blade called back over his shoulder before tapping Christ on hers. “What’s good, Ma? How you doing? What’s yo name? You stay around here? By the way, I’m Blade, who you be?”
“Fine,” Christi replied and kept it moving. Even if she was into dudes, it wouldn’t be a drug dealing thug with red eyes, black lips, and grey gums from chronic weed use. What could he offer her? Nothing! All he had to share was some weed, dick, and a bleak future. No thanks, she could and would do good all by herself.
“Yoooo! That bitch played you!” Chicken laughed at his partner’s rejection. “Pay up! Pay up!”
“Bitch gay,” Blade explained. What other plausible reason could she have for turning him down? He took out a wad of drug money and counted out a hundred dollars. “Bout to get it right back from her car, anyway.”
“Hells yeah!” his grimy partner agreed as he peeked inside the car and saw all the leather and wood.