Yolo 3: Murda Mami

by Sa'id Salaam

  “Sorry, I’m late,” she said sounding sincere. “I was feeding my baby.”

  “Mm hm,” Smoove hummed sounding salty. He liked young bitches but obviously had a little bitch in him as well.

  “I’ll make it up,” she offered soothingly as they pulled away.

  “I want my dick sucked real good!” he demanded. “What is that?”

  “This is the DC 2000. It gives the greatest head!” she dared.

  “It does?” he frowned at the wire contraption. Men love regular head so great head was too much to pass up. He pulled to a hasty stop and pulled out his dick.

  “Okay, here we go,” Yolo said putting the ring over his head. He actually leaned over to help her out.

  “What do I do now?” he asked since he didn’t feel anything.

  “Die,” she replied and hit the switch. His head popped off and fell into his lap. His dick ended up in his own mouth when it dropped. It wasn’t quite what he had in mind but at least he got his dick sucked.

  So did Killa. Yolo rushed home and returned the favor of good head. The blowjob was the prelude to another sleepless night filled with steamy sex. Lunatics have the best pussy.

  Chapter 23

  Time flies whether you’re having fun or not. Luckily for Yolo, she was having fun watching her children grow bigger, stronger, healthier, smarter, more beautiful and more dangerous by the day.

  By age nine, their training with Karate Joe was complete. They were both certified black belts in karate. Killa had been taking them to a private gun range for the last year and they were crack shots with a variety of weapons.

  Sun studied dictionaries and the thesaurus every day in his quest to be a rapper. His parents humored him by buying him a computer program that made beats and let him record his raps.

  Shyne was a super model in training with a fetish for fire. Her first real ass whipping, from Yolo, came when she set the woods on fire. Now her mother shook her down daily for matchbooks and lighters.

  Killa was still juggling two families with expertise. He kept a rotation that should have kept everyone satisfied but didn’t. Yolo still longed to be the only one in his life, and pressed the issue on his next visit.

  “I gotta go down and see my grandmother,” Killa announced after laying some pipe. He knew from experience that she was easier to deal with after he’d dicked her down real good. Not today though.

  “Are you taking the twins? Don’t you think it’s time that they meet their great grandmother? What are you ashamed of them? Are your other sons better than them? Oh, what cuz I’m your side chic they’re your side kids? They ‘bout to turn ten years old and…”

  “You’re right,” Killa admitted. What more could be said. She was right. He had kept them separated to avoid having to deal with Sincerity on it.

  “I know I’m right! That’s why… wait, you said I’m right?” Yolo said feeling silly. “So, make it right!”

  “I will. As soon as I get back things will change. Promise.”

  “And I can have you to myself? We, can have you?” she challenged.

  “Yolo, you know the situation. If it wasn’t for her, we would have that,” he said. This is one of those times where he should’ve chosen his words more carefully.

  “I understand,” Yolo sighed in relief. What she heard was, kill Sincerity and we can get married.

  *****

  “Spit something for me,” Killa told his son once they were all inside the car. It was a good ride to the airport and he didn’t want to deal with Yolo the whole time. Little did he know she was done with the conversation. She heard all she needed to hear last night. That’s why there was a machete in the trunk.

  “Okay, Daddy!” Sun eagerly agreed. “He turned to his sister and said, “Hit it!”

  Shyne put her hands to her mouth and started beat boxing. Sun nodded to the beat and then went in. Yolo scrunched her face up like ‘damn’ as her son rapped better than most of the wack ass rappers on the radio. He spit non-stop from the driveway until they reached the airport. Both children were out of breath when she pulled into short term parking.

  “Can we go with you?” Shyne pleaded like only a four year old can when they reached the gate. She’d done it just like her mommy had told her to.

  “Next time. When I get back I’m gonna take you two to meet your great grandma,” he replied, cutting a knowing side eye at Yolo. She was content now because Killa does what Killa says. He hugged and kissed his twins before turning to their mother.

  “That’ll be done when you get back,” she announced triumphantly.

  “Um… okay,” he agreed since he had no idea what she was talking about. They shared a hug and peck on the lips before he departed.

  “Come on guys. We’re going to the Museum of Natural History!” Yolo cheered as she led the twins through the airport.

  “Yay!!!”

  *****

  “Now look!” Yolo demanded like she did anytime she had to leave her kids somewhere. “Stay together, don’t touch nothing, and don’t talk to strangers!”

  “Cuz anything you say can be used against you in a court of law!” Sun warned his sister. Yolo pressed her lips together tightly to prevent herself from laughing.

  “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” she said backing away.

  “Okay, Mommy,” the kids said holding hands. They waved with their free hands until she was out of sight.

  “See ya!” Sun shouted and snatched his hand away the second Yolo was gone. He took off in search of trouble while Shyne looked for something flammable.

  Meanwhile, Yolo drove towards The Bronx. She was so excited about the prospect of being a wife that her panties got soggy. All she had to do was lure Sincerity out in the open and murder her. That’s why she was going to see Karate Joe.

  Yolo had almost become a regular in the projects so she didn’t get a second look as she passed through. Even if she did have a machete in her hand.

  As usual Karate Joe was on his roof top gym. He had no students so he was surprised when the roof top door swung open. A smile spread on his face when he saw one of his best students.

  “Miss Jackson,” he said with a humbled bow. It would be his last because Yolo swung the blade from behind her back and chopped his head clean off.

  “Karate Joe,” she said bowing to his head as it rolled away. She went into his pocket and retrieved his phone before picking up his severed head.

  “Daddy?” Sincerity asked hearing her father’s personal ringtone. She silently hoped the off schedule video chat wasn’t bad news. “Hello?”

  “Hello Sincerity, I’m Karate Joe,” Yolo said through clenched teeth like a ventriloquist as she held his head up to the phone’s camera. “Guess who killed me? I did!” Yolo growled as she tossed his head aside and put her own face to the screen. “Now what are you going to do about it!”

  “Nooooo!!!!” Sincerity howled realizing that her father was dead. The fact that it was Yolo who did it lit a burning rage in her heart. “Stay right there bitch! I’m on my way!”

  “Oooh, I’m so scared!” Yolo laughed. “No can do, but I’ll meet you at this same spot at the same time tomorrow. Oh and bring your kids.”

  “Bitch I…,” Sincerity yelled until she realized that the chat had ended. She scrambled to go get her children together for the ride to New York. She had to go bury her father and kill his killer.

  *****

  Yolo rushed downtown to pick up her kids before they got into too much trouble. She had only been gone for an hour but was fifty minutes too late for that.

  “Excuse me, ma’am?’ a security guard inquired as Yolo came rushing into the museum. She took one look at his uniform and shook her head.

  “What did he do?” she asked assuming it was Sun who cut up. She was half right.

  “Well, he climbed into the Native American exhibit and shot the bow and arrows. She… Well, do you smell that smoke?”

  “Can’t take you anywhere!” Yolo snapped via the rearview
mirror as she drove back out to Long Island.

  “I tried to tell him Mommy,” Shyne said hoping to deflect the attention away from herself.

  “Tell him how? With smoke signals!”

  Chapter 24

  “Okay look!” Yolo began from in front of the monkey enclosure at The Bronx Zoo. “Mommy has something very important to do. I need you two to behave yourselves. One hour, can you do that for one hour?”

  “Yes!” the twins said nodding their cute faces up and down. They weren’t lying because they really thought that they could pull it off, behaving for an hour.

  “You! Keep an eye on your sister!” she demanded before she hugged Sun tightly.

  “Okay, Mommy,” he agreed. She released him and embraced his sister.

  “Keep him out of trouble,” she whispered in Shyne’s ear. “Love you guys!’

  “We love you too,” the twins sang in chorus. They waved at their mom until she was gone.

  “I’m going in,” Sun announced looking at the monkeys swinging from the trees. There’s no way this could turn out well.

  *****

  Yolo raced over to the projects once again to kill as she had the day before. Today she brought a couple of guns to go along with her machete. A standard issue 40 caliber, as well as a two shot derringer that she hid in the small of her back.

  She was halfway through the courtyard when she felt something strange. The air seemed absolutely still and despite it being full of residents it was eerily quiet. She glanced around at the faces of the project’s dwellers and saw doom. She looked up and saw the reason for it.

  “Don’t stop now, bitch!” Sincerity called down from the roof. The glint from the razor sharp machete was almost blinding.

  “I’ll be right up!” Yolo assured her and rushed inside. The elevator seemed to take half a second to get to the top floor. A second later she emerged onto the roof.

  It was billed as a sword fight but as soon as Yolo hit the roof both women began firing at each other. The highly trained combatants both ducked, dodged, and dipped as they ran full speed towards each other while shooting. They both did a roll and came up face to face. Both guns clicked empty an inch away from the opposing woman.

  “Ugh!” Sincerity grunted as she swung her machete at Yolo’s neck. A split second faster and it would’ve all been over.

  “Touché,” Yolo said feeling the spot where the blade had removed an inch of her hair.

  It sounded like something out of a gladiator movie as the blades clinked together. Sparks flew as they jousted and chopped at each other. Sincerity smiled as a blow cut through Yolo’s pants and drew blood. It was just a flesh wound that didn’t slow her up.

  The victory was short lived as Yolo scored a similar flesh wound on her arm. She was tempted to pull the gun and end it but that would be way too easy. She wanted to punish the girl. Sweat mixed with the blood leaving both women dripping in red.

  “Let’s put these down and fight, unless you scared,’ Sincerity dared.

  “I ain’t never scared!” Yolo said and tossed her machete over the edge. “Been wanting to beat that ass!”

  “Well, now’s your chance. Hope you know the ledge,” she said stepping up to the edge of the roof.

  “Let’s get it,” Yolo said and joined her.

  “Right here, Sin! Nah, throw her to me! Represent!” the project dwellers called from below.

  Neither bowed before the fierce bout of hand to hand combat began, that would put most karate movies to shame. Having been trained by the same teacher made for an even match. There was a counterstrike for every strike, an answer for every question, and a reaction for every action.

  “I see my daddy taught you well,” Sincerity said through a busted lip.

  “Best student he ever had, have him tell it,” Yolo laughed. Sincerity knew that that was a lie. She was his best student followed by the Dope Girl herself. He’d taught his daughter moves that he’d taught no one else.

  The fist fight just like the sword fight and gun fight before was on its way to being a draw. Both women were lumped up, bruised up, bloody, and frustrated. Both women had an ace in the hole and they both decided to use it.

  “Fuck this!” Yolo announced and went for her gun. Sincerity was thinking the same thing and also made a move.

  She dipped low and faked a kick knowing what her defense would be. When Yolo hopped over the fake kick the real one caught her square in her chest.

  Yolo saw her life flash before her eyes as she struggled to catch her balance. She saw both She-ra and Casper along with Grimsly and Killa, and lastly both Sun and Shyne. She recalled Harry Brown’s last words as her foot came off the ledge.

  “There’s only one God!” she proclaimed triumphantly knowing she was going to meet him. She wasn’t going alone though. A smile spread across her face as she pulled her gun.

  Sincerity could only watch as she quickly fired off both rounds. Both found their mark making neat little holes in her forehead. She lost her balance too, as dead people tend to do, and came off the ledge right behind Yolo.

  “Oh shit!” the projects shouted as the women hit the ground with a sickening crunch. Both bodies were twisted and mangled from the thirteen story fall.

  “You think they’re dead?” a teen asked in disbelief.

  “As fuck!” Little Villian replied. He was the only one in the projects with Killa’s number. He slowly pulled his phone and gave him the double bad news.

  Chapter 25

  “What we gonna do with them?” A security guard asked his supervisor. The zoo was about to close and no one had come to claim the twins. They had been in the office since Sun was rescued from the monkey cage. Announcements over the PA system had yielded no results. Yolo couldn’t hear it from where she was.

  “Beats me? May have to call Child Protective Services. You guys want that? Huh? Wanna go to foster care?” he shouted, hoping to get them to talk. They hadn’t said one word since they were picked up.

  Shyne pointe at the desk’s phone still refusing to speak. The monkeys had their phone so she dialed the only number that either of them had committed to memory. Both Sun and Shyne knew their mother’s number, but relied on their contact list for everyone else.

  “Dial 9 first,” the guard said as he handed her the phone. He took a step back but still stayed close enough so that he could snatch it once she had a parent on the line.

  Shyne took a deep breath and braced herself as she dialed. She just knew she was in trouble for letting her brother get in trouble. Poor thing had no idea how much trouble they were both in.

  “Hello?” an officer asked as he answered Yolo’s phone. There was no identification on the mangled body so they hoped the phone found in her pocket would lend a clue. They couldn’t get passed the lock and the SD card only contained dick pictures.

  “What?” Sun demanded when he saw his sister turn pale and drop the phone.

  “Mommy’s dead!” she announced. No way would anyone else be answering her phone. No way would she have left her babies and not come back for them. Sun broke down into heavy sobs as the guard spoke to the police.

  “Stop crying. You have to take care of me now. We have to find our father!” Shyne ordered.

  “Okay,” Sun said, turning off the tears immediately. After that the two would never speak another word in public.

  An hour later a social worker came and picked up the lost children. She took them to a downtown facility and entered them into the foster care system, but that’s another story…

  Epilogue

  “Nothing yet?” Killa asked when Christi picked up the phone. She had come home from grad school to help find the twins. She’d moved back into Yolo’s house hoping that they would show up.

  “No,” she moaned to the same question he asked her several times a day every day when he called. It had been weeks and still nothing. “Is she really… gone?”

  “Yeah,” Killa croaked. He disconnected the call and leaned back into his chair. />
  He was in a dangerous mood. It was a mix of anger, guilt, and confusion. In a blink of an eye, he’d lost almost his entire family. He was dirty, unshaven, and losing weight from not eating. Something had to give. If he didn’t catch himself, he could very well self-destruct. Someone had to die. He needed to kill in order to live.

  He pulled up his 1-800-Killa app in search of someone who needed to die. In search of some relief. It didn’t take long for him to find it.

  ‘I need some help. My entire family has been destroyed by our pastor. He’s fucked my whole family. My wife, my daughter, and even my son. He got the little nigga floating around my house humming gospel songs. The preacher! He’s raping and pillaging the entire congregation…’

  “Lithonia, Georgia,” Killa read aloud placing the Atlanta suburb in his mind before moving on to the next one. It really caught his attention since it was from the same place.

  ‘My name is Mother Josephine Jackson from Greater First Baptist Church in Lithonia, GA. We are having major problems with our preacher! This man throwing the dick like he Luther Campbell! Spending our tithes on silk suits and pussy. He probably got at least ten chillen running ‘round the chuch now. Oh, and I hear he like boys too, but you ain’t hear that from me. Anywho, can you send someone down here to kill this blasphemous bastard!’

  “Sure can,” Killa nodded. “Time to go pay this Reverend Cash a visit.”

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  Chapter One

  Vita positioned her picture-perfect ass in the perfect position for back shots: head down, ass up, with a deep arch in her back that gave up the goods completely. Breeze delivered long, firm strokes, filling the air with sounds of a sexual symphony. His heavy breathing and skin slapping combined with her whimpers and the wet sound from her juice box to make a carnal chorus.