Yolo 3: Murda Mami

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by Sa'id Salaam


  “We gon’ run a train on her!” he whispered loudly. Yolo fought the urge to pull the pistol from the small of her back and shoot them both in the back of their heads while they rode to the park.

  “Over there,” Yolo directed, pointing to the back of the lot. As soon as they parked, she pulled out her pistol. “Out! Both of you, out now!”

  No one likes to argue with a pistol in their face, so the men complied. Killa whipped up to a screeching halt as soon as their feet hit the ground.

  “Which one is Blade?” Killa demanded, moving his shot gun back and forth in front of their faces like a news reporter does a microphone.

  “Him!” They both shouted, pointing at one another. Yolo settled it by nodding towards the real Blade. Killa paused to come up with a cute punch line, but drew a blank.

  “Oh, well,” he shrugged and gave the trigger a squeeze. The heavy slug nearly took the thug’s head off.

  “Heeeeelp!” Chicken screamed and took off running.

  “I know that’s right!” Yolo laughed. “Run, Forrest, Run!”

  He didn’t make it too far before Killa fired the street sweeper twice more. The first round opened a hole in his back so big the second one passed straight through. Chicken kept right on running. Faster even, since the large hole made him more aerodynamic.

  “You see this shit?” Killa chuckled. He raised the gun higher and fired once more. The slug knocked his fitted cap off with half of his head still inside of it. Yolo raised her eyebrows waiting for a joke but none came.

  “I got nothing,” he shrugged and turned back to the car. “Let’s go!”

  Killa and Yolo could already hear sirens approaching as the sped out of the park with their lights out. A few back streets and quick turns later, he flipped them on and slowed down.

  “I am so fucking horny!” Yolo shouted. She then reached over and fumbled to pull his dick out. The car swerved when he felt her hot mouth engulf him. She felt him grow long and hard inside of her mouth. He tried to focus all his energy on making it to the house as she sucked him off.

  “Fuck this!” Killa decided and pulled to an abrupt stop. The couple quickly scrambled to get their pants off in the front seat. Yolo got one leg out before spreading her legs wide.

  Killa pulled his pants down to his knees and rolled over and inside of her. Yolo planted both of her feet up on the roof of the car so he could get in deep and get it all. She offered it all and he took it all too using long hard strokes.

  “God, I love you!” Yolo shouted. It came straight from the heart so her brain had no chance to stop it. “It, I love it!”

  “Mm him,” Killa agreed with her excuse and kept right on giving her the business. A young couple stopped to watch as they were passing by. It was all good until Killa’s mind began to wander.

  He wanted to love her back. As a matter of fact, he was almost sure that he did. She did give him Sun and Shyne after all, but she had also taken away his first born son. He had forgiven her because he hoped for God’s forgiveness for his own transgressions, but he just couldn’t forget.

  “What! What’s wrong?” Yolo asked urgently as she felt him going soft inside of her. “You need me to do something? Anything?”

  Nothing. I’m cool,” he replied as he rolled back into his own seat. They fixed their clothes and rode the rest of the way back to the house in complete silence. She halfway expected him to drop her off and keep it moving, but to her relief and delight he followed her inside.

  “We made a fort, Daddy!” Sun proudly proclaimed when they came in.

  “I see,” he said inspecting it. “Nice!”

  “You gotta spend the night in it with us,” his fussy little diva demanded.

  “Okay,” he eagerly agreed. He and Yolo said nothing, but shared a glance that spoke volumes. She was satisfied just to have him under her roof, so she went on to bed.

  “So you wanna be an architect when you grow up?” Killa asked his son, who was making adjustments to his structure of blankets and pillows.

  “Nope, I’m going to be a rapper!” he shot back confidently.

  “Uh oh. I guess you gonna wear skirts and twerk,” Killa teased.

  “Nuh uh! I’m a New York rapper! We don’t twerk!”

  “True,” Killa nodded and turned to his daughter. “I guess you’re going to be his backup singer?”

  “No, security!” the little girl shot back like she meant it. She looked so much like her mama that he didn’t doubt it.

  Chapter 19

  “Are you sure you don’t want me to come?” Christi asked once more as she watched Yolo pack a bag. Her stoic demeanor was a stark contrast to her usual upbeat personality which concerned Christi.

  “Yes, for the tenth time!” Yolo shot back, not meaning it as harshly as it came out. She loved Christi and knew that the young girl loved her back. They were the only family that either of them had.

  “Well, you sure you want to take the kids? You can let them stay home with me,” she offered.

  “Nah, they need to see this,” Yolo replied after a moment of contemplation. Her and Christi loaded the twins along with their bags into the car and then exchanged hugs. “No wild parties while I’m gone!”

  “Aww man!” Christi fussed as if Yolo had ruined her plans. In truth, her only plans involved her getting ready to go off to college.

  It was a long ride to the upstate prison where the execution was being held. The children filled the time playing games, watching movies, and answering quizzes. Yolo was amused as she listened to their conversation. The four year olds sounded like adults talking about kiddie stuff with their large vocabularies. Their conversation was also splashed with Spanish and Arabic as well, thanks to Christi.

  “I wanna talk to my daddy!” Shyne suddenly demanded. Yolo hit speed dial and passed her phone back to her daughter.

  Shyne’s end of the conversation was all smiles and giggles. Daddy was a rock star in her eyes and she was delighted to have him for her dad, even if she did have to share him. She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes when Killa finally asked to speak to Sun.

  Yolo shook her head as she listened to her son spit his latest verse to his father. She looked for a rest stop so that she could pull over and wash his little mouth out with soap. Luckily for him, the next one wasn’t for miles.

  “Daddy wanna talk to you,” Sun said passing the phone forward.

  “Hello,” Yolo barely got pass the huge smile on her face. It had been a month since he was last in town and she missed him desperately.

  “Sup, yo. Where you headed? The kids said you been driving for a hundred years already,” he said stifling a smile at their exaggeration.

  “Sure seems like it. I’m headed upstate to watch Harry take his last breath,” she said causing the line to go quiet. She wanted to murder the man herself, but had to settle for watching the state kill him instead.

  “I feel you,” Killa admitted after thinking about it. He knew the role Harry played in Yolo’s whole life story, so he understood. Knowing that she was in a vulnerable place, he kept her company for the rest of the ride.

  They took a break once she reached the hotel. Yolo fed and bathed their kids and put them to bed. After a taking a relaxing shower, she got her boo back on the line.

  “Man, I wish you were here,” Yolo sighed as her hand slipped down into her panties.

  “Oh, yeah. Why is that?” Killa asked dropping his voice an octave to make it sound even sexier. He knew full well where she was going and planned on helping her get there.

  “So you could do this for me,” she moaned as she made circles on her swollen clit. She was so wet that her pussy squished loudly enough for him to hear it over the phone. “It’s talking to you, Daddy.”

  “Mm, I hear. Just pretend that your finger is my tongue,” he growled. Yolo came instantly. His work was done. “Night, night.”

  “G-g-g-go-good n-n-night,” Yolo stuttered, rolled over, and went to sleep.

  “Who you talking t
o?” Sincerity demanded with her ‘what you talkin’ about Willis’ scowl.

  “No one,” he lied truthfully since he was no longer on the phone.

  “Mm hm,” she hummed skeptically when she saw the bulge in his pants. She came closer and gave his erection a squeeze.

  Killa let out a sigh of relief when she unzipped his pants and set his dick free. She held it tightly in her hand and gave it a few strokes. Sincerity didn’t have on any panties under her t-shirt, so it made it easy to sit on it. She wriggled the swollen head inside and sank down.

  “Shit!” Killa cursed at the sights, sounds, and feel of his woman riding him. Her vagina fit his dick like a glove, just like Yolo’s did. Two hands, two gloves, and one very lucky man.

  *****

  “Where we going, Mommy?” Shyne fussed and frowned as Yolo put lotion on her face.

  “To watch the bad man go bye-bye,” she explained, which explained nothing to the child. Once she finished her, she moved on to her brother, like an assembly line. Teeth and heads were brushed, faces were washed, and lotions applied. Now it was time to go.

  Yolo made sure she arrived at the prison early to insure that she got to view the execution. Although she was early, she still barely made it inside. When she got there, the room was already filled with family, reporters, and morbidly curious spectators. She recognized Jane’s parents in the front row. Little did they know, but their child’s real killer sat in a seat two rows behind them. Still, the guest of honor Harry Brown was the cause.

  “Mommy! Watch my hair!” Shyne fussed when Yolo instinctively put her arm around her and Sun.

  A door opened and the condemned man shuffled inside wearing shackles on both his wrists and ankles. Yolo held her breath in fear, before realizing that he was no longer scary at all. Harry looked nothing like she remembered. He looked nothing like a monster at all. A dense beard now covered his face and a crisp white kufi covered his head. Like many men before him, he’d made a connection with his maker while in prison. Sometimes it takes the worst to happen to us to bring out the best in us. Harry had the calm demeanor of someone who had accepted his fate and was content with it. Actually, he was eager to meet his Lord.

  It wasn’t until he was strapped onto the gurney that he finally turned his head and looked around the spectator’s room. He knew where the family was sitting and turned directly towards them.

  “I’m sorry,” he offered. They turned or lowered their heads in reply. Apology not accepted.

  Harry scanned the room to take in the sights before he left here for the hereafter. His eyes passed right over Yolo before they shot back. He squinted trying to place the face. A small smile appeared on the corner of his mouth when it came to him. Again he said, “I’m sorry.”

  Yolo, like Killa knew that she needed, wanted, and hoped for God’s forgiveness so she forgave Harry. With a nod of acceptance, she was finally able to breathe again. Although she forgave him, the state didn’t.

  “Any last words?” the warden asked as the death doctor installed an IV into his muscular arm.

  “LA ILLAHA ILLALLAH!” he said loud and proud. The executioner hit the switch that started the deadly cocktail flowing to make sure they were his last words.

  “What’s that mean?” Shyne asked her mother.

  “Only one God,” Sun answered for her.

  “Yeah, there’s only one God,” Yolo muttered as she watched Harry drift off to an eternal sleep. The deepest of all sleeps.

  Chapter 20

  “I don’t know, Yolo. I think I should just stay in New York. Just go to S.U.N.Y,” Christi said trying to punk out once again.

  “I hear you, but it’s going to be hard moving around campus with my foot in your ass,” Yolo offered in reply.

  That had been the debate all summer as Christi tried to figure a way to stay with her beloved family. She had accepted a full scholarship to U.C.L.A, but now that it was time to go she was trying to stay.

  Yolo wouldn’t hear of it. As much as she loved her, she wanted her to have the full college experience. The girl was smart, focused, and in no danger of losing her damn mind once she got out on her own.

  Her new car had already been shipped to her new apartment and she was all set to go. Now, Yolo just had to get her on the plane, which was turning out to be easier said than done; especially when it came to leaving the twins.

  “And just where do you think you’re going, young lady?” Yolo asked when Shyne came down the stairs with her little bag packed.

  “To college!” she said rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

  “How about we start with Kindergarten first,” Yolo suggested.

  “Don’t worry, Shyne, I’ll call every day!” Christi assured her and picked her up.

  “Promise?” the little girl pleaded and squeezed.

  “I promise!” came Christi’s reply as she carried her little sister out to the car. The ride to the airport was jovial, until they got there. Reality of separation really hit home once they reached the terminal. The moment of truth came when the plane began to board. Christi said her good byes to her siblings and then to Yolo.

  “I love you,” she told her as they embraced. It’s said that what’s understood doesn’t need to be explained, but that’s some bullshit! If you love someone, you should tell them. Every chance you get.

  “I love you too,” Yolo replied. There wasn’t a dry eye in the place when Christi boarded the plane. A whole lot of unnecessary drama, considering she would be back for Thanksgiving, Christmas, Spring, and Summer breaks.

  The family waved at the plane as it lifted off for its six hour flight to California. Yolo then led her children over to the next terminal and took a seat.

  “Why we staying here?” Shyne demanded to know with a hand on her imaginary hip. Yolo looked around for any child protection workers before she popped her.

  “Cuz I said so,” Yolo growled the typical parental answer. The real answer came an hour later when Killa’s plane landed.

  “Daddy!” the twins shouted as the rushed their father.

  “That’s right, you know Daddy wouldn’t miss your first day of school!”

  *****

  It’s hard enough getting two children dressed but Yolo’s rubbery legs from having multiple orgasms all night made the task that much more difficult. Killa had fucked her the previous night like the world depended upon it. Luckily for her, he pitched in and helped her this morning by fixing breakfast and filling lunch boxes.

  Their nostalgic father had bought them throwback metal lunch boxes for school. They had no idea who Wonder Woman and Aqua Man were, but loved them none the less since they came from their father. Once the kids were dressed and fed, the proud parents walked them to the bus stop.

  They were the only parents in sight. Most of the other kid’s parents were at home sleeping soundly. They were turned out from turning up most likely. Yolo made a big fuss when the kids boarded the school bus. She waved, blew kisses, and cried as they pulled away.

  “Come on! Let’s follow them!” Yolo shouted and rushed back to the house. Killa had to run to keep up with her. She hopped in her car and followed the bus to the school. Once her children were safely inside, she went back home.

  Once Killa and Yolo were back at home, they dove back into her bed and fell right to sleep. They were both worn out from a long night of long stroking. As soon as they woke up, a few hours later, they were back at it again.

  Just as Killa got settled inside of Yolo, her phone began to ring. She screwed her face up like ‘what the fuck’ and continued to plant kisses on Killa’s face and neck. He had just slid his tongue into her mouth when her answering machine came on.

  “Good afternoon, Miss Jackson. This is Principal Hunter at Wyandanch Elementary and I was calling to inform you that there’s been a slight incident at the school…”

  “Get up!” Yolo shouted and shoved Killa out and off of her. She jumped up and scrambled for her phone. “Hello, hello! What happened? Are my ba
bies okay?”

  “Yes, they’re fine. They got into a fight and…”

  “I’m on my way!” she said as she leapt from the bed. She took off out the room with Killa on her heels calling her back. “What! I need to get my babies! They need me!”

  “I know, but they also need you to put some clothes on too,” he said bringing attention to her nakedness. Yolo twisted her lips up and marched back up the stairs. They dressed quickly before heading out to the car.

  “I’d better drive,” Killa decided. He knew Yolo would speed which could lead to them getting pulled over which could lead to a cop getting shot in the face. Yeah, it was best that he drive.

  Yolo leapt from the car before Killa could come to a complete stop. She sprinted into the school while he calmly walked in behind her. They entered the principal’s outer office where the twins sat on a bench.

  “What happened?” Yolo demanded as she burst in staring everyone down.

  “We got beat up!” Shyne cheered, as if she’d had a good time. She sported a busted lip along with a pair of knots on her head that looked like horns. Yolo turned to Sun, who was pretty much unscathed.

  “You too?” she asked.

  “He ran,” Shyne said which explained his lack of injury.

  “Ran? You little…” Yolo growled and went after him. Luckily his father stopped her before she could get her hands on him.

  “Just like a rapper,’ Killa said shaking his head.

  “Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson?” Miss Hunter asked looking directly at Killa. She knew that children’s last name was Forrest, but wanted to hear the magic words.

  “We’re not married,” Killa explained. His eyes scanned her fine frame in the tight mid-thigh skirt and jacket. He got an eyeful when she turned around to lead the parents into her office.

  “What happened?” Yolo demanded. She was already hot, but the woman’s flirting had her breathing fire.

  “Kid’s stuff, nothing to be concerned with. Kids fight you know,” she said smiling at Killa as if Yolo were invisible. “Your daughter actually started the fight. Some boys were teasing your son about his lunch box, and your daughter jumped on them.”

 

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