by Lucinda John
“Yeah, you’re right, and right now you are letting me know you want me sexually. I want you to want me emotionally as well. I’m not trying to fuck. I want something real,” I said laying it all on the line.
“I hear you.”
“You hear me, but do you understand me?” I asked.
“Yes!”
“When you finally stop playing and you’re mine, I’m going to bless you with the best dick you ever had,” I smiled pulling her close to me.
We laid in silence before I heard her lightly snoring. I got up to make sure the alarm was on, checked on Ry, and came back to bed.
Chapter 22
Bear
I was fucked up in the head over the events that took place. I swear I had all my confidence in that bitch Tasha, but she fucked up and got herself killed. I was trying to get in touch with Pablo and haven’t been able to. I kept thinking he sold me out to Stacks to avoid getting caught, either way I was pissed. I was too paranoid to live in Dubai anymore, so I caught a flight back home to Flint and was crashing with my mom.
“Are you okay, Mom?” I asked.
Recently, she received a box with my brother’s heart in it saying,
Your heartless sons don’t deserve to live, one down, one more to go.
Since my mother only had two sons, and I was perfectly fine, it had to be Dixon.
“Who would do this to my baby, Kenneth?” she sobbed.
“I don’t know, Mom, but when I find out, I’m going to handle it,” I consoled her while shedding a tear.
A part of me believed Stacks had something to do with my brother being butchered. We couldn’t give my brother a proper burial because we had no idea where his body was located. It was only a matter of time before I went back up to Miami and ended this shit once and for all. I had plans on emptying two clips of bullets in his ass since he wanted to be 50-Cent and shit.
With Pablo disappearing on me, my money started to dry up. I was down to my last thirty-thousand, and I knew that wasn’t going to last very long. I really had to sit down and think of a perfect plan. If everything went my way, I could carry out my original plan on robbing and killing Stacks. Everything had to be planned out to perfection. I had to have the right man on my team and an inside leak.
“Ma, I’ll be back,” I said, grabbing her keys and making my way to the turf of the enemy. Back when Stacks and I were hustling back in Flint, we stepped on a lot of toes and made a lot of enemies. Now, I needed these enemies to help me take out my biggest one, Stacks.
Parking the car, I made my way to the Arcade where a majority of Alan’s crew was located. Alan and Stacks held a lot of animosity towards each other, especially since I was able to convince Stacks that it was Alan and his crew who had something to do with Donna’s death. Before Stack’s left for Miami, these streets turned into a major war zone.
“What the fuck you doing down here nigga?” Nico asked pulling his gun out on me and aiming towards my head. I had about thirty seconds to tell his ass something good or my brain matter would paint the ground. Nico was Alan’s right-hand man and in order for me to get to him, I had to get through this first.
“I have information that could help Alan get up with Stacks,” I said looking in his eyes.
“So, let me get this right,” he laughed. “You want to help us take down your homeboy?”
“Yes! That nigga violated in the worst way. He killed my girl and my brother, and I want his ass to pay in blood.”
“You better tell me something good before I shoot your ass right now.”
“Stacks was the one who killed Alan’s cousin,” I lied.
I was the one who convinced him into confessing he had something to do with Donna’s murder and killed him before he could reveal my secret.
“Follow me,” Nico said, lowering his gun.
We entered the backroom of the arcade that led to his office.
“What the fuck you doing bringing trash in my office,” Alan said, staring at me with cold eyes.
“Yo’, A, he got some information that is very beneficial to us,” Nico spoke.
“Speak then nigga.”
“I can help you take down that nigga Stacks.”
“What makes you think I need your help? Stacks is no longer in Flint, so he ain’t fucking with my cash flow.”
“Stacks killed Pewee,” I blurted out, to catch his attention. His eyes turned a shade of red and I could see the anger written in them.
“How do you know?” he inquired.
“I was there,” I said. “Plus taking down Stacks will come with a major payout. His father is the head of Columbia’s cartel, once he steps down, he will be passing the throne down to Stacks. You think there’s money down here? Man this is lunch money to the numbers Stacks is making in Miami.”
“How do I know you’re not bullshitting?” he asked.
“Man, I put this on my mother.”
“Okay. Fine. Rico send someone to Bear’s house to pick up his mother. Any false move and I’m killing her dead,” he spit.
My heart sunk down to the pit of my stomach. I was confident that we would be able to take down Stacks, but I didn’t want my mother a part of this.
“You’re dismissed. I’ll get up with you later,” he said.
Plan one was live in effect, now it was time to set plan two in motion. Dressed in all black, I sat across the street from my victim’s house waiting for them to turn all the lights out. When the kitchen light finally went off, and I was sure everyone in the house was fast asleep, I crept across the street and picked the lock to the front door allowing myself entrance into the house.
Entering the bedroom, my prey was sleeping peacefully. I walked over to Stacks’ grandpa and slit his throat. I then walked over to his grandma and did the same. I sliced both of their chests open, removing their hearts. I took the note out of my pocket that read,
Come catch this heartless motherfucker if you can.
I taped it to Stacks’ grandpa’s forehead and left the crime scene. You take one of mine; I take two of yours. I removed my gloves and the clothing I was wearing. I put them in a plastic bag and threw them in the back of my trunk. I pulled the pre-rolled blunt out of my ashtray and fired it up. Revenge was so close. I could feel it.
Chapter 23
Lala
Standing in the mirror, my insecurities were on full display. Stacks was due to come home from his business trip with Carla, and I was feeling some type of way. Even though he assured me plenty of times there was nothing going on between them and it was just business, I knew otherwise. The way she looked at him was the way you look at someone you love. I was very much familiar with that look. It was the same look I woke up to every morning.
I was now five months pregnant and barely showing. I carried my baby in my thighs. My already fat ass was now more plump and wide. My breast grew a cup size, and my hair was longer and thicker. My pregnancy gave me this glow that made my skin rich. All in all I was a very beautiful woman, inside and out. There was no reason for me to feel insecure, but when Stacks started to ignore my calls, come home late, and have hickies all over his neck, I couldn’t help but to feel this way.
I knew that day when he came home something wasn’t right. He never came home without looking for me first. The part that confused me was when he smelt like a fresh bar of soap. That was real suspect. Why would he shower in his man cave instead of the master bedroom? I wanted so badly to stay mad at him, but whenever I tried to put up a fight to get my point across, he used his dick to get me back in check.
Watching the clock, it was now seven pm. His flight was scheduled to be here at five pm and he still hadn’t shown up yet, nor did he give me a courtesy call to let me know he landed safely. When we spoke yesterday, I offered to come pick him up from the airport, but he declined stating he would have to make a few runs. Picking up the phone, I called the only person that knew the exact words to tell me to make me feel better.
“Hello,” Lisa cheered.
“Somebody’s in a good mood.”
“I sure am,” she beamed.
“I take it that your date with Max went great.”
“Not necessarily,” she said. “Enough about me. What’s wrong?”
“Why do you do that?” I asked.
“Do what?”
“Worry about me more than yourself? You always push your problems to the side for mine.”
“Because that’s what best bitches do!” she laughed. “But for real, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t feel like he appreciates me anymore,” I sighed.
“This is how you give that nigga a dose of act right. Are you listening?”
“You so silly. Yes, I’m listening.”
“Get real cute. I mean put on your sexiest outfit, curl your hair, paint your toes, and make sure your makeup is nothing less than flawless. When you hear him come through the door, sashay your ass past him without uttering a word, get in your car, and come over here for a movie night,” she laughed.
“You want me to get dressed up to come to your house?”
“Yes, but he won’t know that. Go get ready, and I will see you when you get here!” She hung up.
Standing in my walk-in closet, I searched for something to wear. After thirty minutes of going through racks of clothing, I decided on my little black freakum dress from Chanel. Laying my clothes on the bed, I went in the bathroom to handle my hygiene.
Drying my body off, I applied the lavender body oil to every inch of my body before putting on my sheer lace black thong and bra set. Spraying my body with the lavender body mist, I sat at my vanity and applied my makeup.
Satisfied with how my make-up turned out, I added my MAC ruby red lipstick, coating it with my shimmer gloss. It gave my lips the full plump effect. Curling my hair, I pinned it up so my curls would fall down like waterfalls. I clasped my thirty-three carat, platinum diamond necklace around my neck, putting the matching earrings in my ears, and bracelet on my wrist.
Pulling the dress over my body, I slipped my feet into my black wedges. I grabbed my black clutch and did a final look through. Spinning in the mirror, I was looking fierce! I grabbed my Burberry perfume, Stacks’ favorite scent on me, and sprayed it all over. When I was done, I went downstairs and took a seat on the couch and waited for Stacks to come home.
It was nine o’clock when he finally pulled up. I walked from the elevator to make it seem like I was just coming down. As he was walking in, I tried to walk past him, but he grabbed me by the arm, and pulled me into a hug.
“Where are you going with that little ass dress at this time of night?” he asked.
I could smell the liquor on his breath and the weed on his clothes.
“I’m going out to celebrate a co-worker’s birthday.”
“You never told me about it.”
“When are you ever home for me to tell you anything?” I snapped.
“Well, you ain’t going,” he said, with his hand under my dress rubbing my ass cheeks. “Especially not with them little ass drawers on.”
“Check the bitch that was giving you hickeys on your neck,” I said breaking his embrace. I walked away from him putting an extra switch in my ass.
My phone rang back to back the whole drive to Lisa’s house. Hitting the clicker on my key, I decided to park in her garage knowing this would be Stacks’ first place to look for me.
“You finally made it,” Lisa said. “Does that mean he’s just now getting in, or did you slip up and give that nigga some ass?”
“I did not give him any. If I did, I wouldn’t be here right now,” I answered, taking off my dress and shoes. “What you got to eat in here?”
“Fat ass always thinking about food. The pizza should be here soon.”
My phone started ringing again, after ringing off the hook for about twenty minutes a text from Stacks beeped through.
Don’t make me come looking for you!!!
Lisa grabbed the phone and turned it off. We sat and enjoyed each other’s company. It had been a while since we had one of these chill out days, and I was glad I came. The pizza came. We ate and talked about her new love interest, Ralph.
“You expecting a guest?” I asked noticing headlights beaming through the window.
“No,” she said, walking to the window. “Oh shit, Stacks is here go upstairs.”
I picked up all of my belongings and ran into Lisa’s room. I left the door cracked a little, so I could eavesdrop on their conversation.
“Is Lala here?” I heard Stacks ask as soon as she opened the door.
“No, should she be here?”
“Man.” He let out a breath of frustration. “Can you try calling her for me?”
Lisa dialed my number and it went straight to voicemail.
“So, you tryna tell me Lala is missing again?” Lisa yelled.
“No, she said she as going out with co-workers.”
“Okay, so why are you here?”
“You think she’s fucking around on me?”
“Are you fucking serious! She is pregnant. Lala has way more class than that.”
“Yeah, I bet, not with that little ass dress she had on,” he said. “Well, if you see her, tell her bring her ass home ASAP!”
“Whatever,” Lisa replied, closing the door.
Chapter 23
Stacks
I tried tracking Lala’s iPhone, but was coming up with no location because she turned her phone off. I swear when she came home I was going to fuck her ass up on sight. Using my key to Amanda’s apartment, I went in to have a few words with her. I was going to shake some sense into her, or she was going to come up missing.
I still had the phone to my ear attempting to reach Lala as I walked inside the house. Hearing her voicemail again enraged me. I stuffed the phone in my pocket and headed toward the kitchen where I heard pots and pans being shuffled around.
Amanda’s back was towards me when I ran up on her and snatched her up by the neck.
“What the fuck!” she screamed.
“You fucked up my home bitch! All I did was try to be nice to your dumb ass, but you had to get sprung off the dick and go to acting crazy!”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“The fucking hickey? Amanda you did that shit on purpose. What did you think you were going to get out of this?” I scoffed.
“I just want you all to myself,” she admitted.
I tightened the grip I had around her neck as I spoke.
“Ungrateful ass bitch! I bought you this house, got you a car, and gave you more than enough money to live your life. I told you upfront that I wasn’t leaving her for you. What you thought I was joking?”
I let go of her throat and threw her on the floor. She was gasping for air, sucking in huge amounts of it.
“So, I never meant anything to you?” she cried.
“NOTHING!” I yelled. “Leave me the fuck alone! Don’t call me, don’t text me, just delete me out your fucking memory bank, or else.”
“Or else what?” she challenged.
“I’ll kill your ass! That’s what!”
I took her key off my key chain and threw it at her ass, turned around, and walked out of the house.
It was midnight when I made it home, and there was no sign of Lala. I walked through the house looking in every room, praying she would be here, but was disappointed. All her things were still in the closet, so she had to come back home eventually.
Lighting a blunt, I went out on the balcony to ease my mind. The sound of the water crashing against the shore relaxed me. I sat outside until about two am before I decided to call it a night.
The next morning, I woke up love sick. Lala still hadn’t made it home. A part of me knew she was okay since Lisa didn’t call me asking for her. I felt like my world was turning upside down. I wished for a time machine, so I could go back in time and correct all my wro
ngs.
If she left me, I couldn’t blame her. I became the same nigga I worked so hard to steal her from. I had to get my act together and quick before I pushed her into the arms of another man.
I had to meet up with Carla to talk about expanding. I was talking Ralph along with me because I was not trying to be anywhere alone with that girl. I already fucked up, and I wasn’t trying the whole ‘I was in any deeper than I thought’.
My stomach started to sing to me, so I made myself some breakfast. Sitting down to eat, I tried calling Lala again, and her phone was finally ringing, she just wasn’t answering her calls. I logged into my MacBook Pro to track her iPhone and just as I suspected she was at Lisa’s house.
I was going to allow her to chill out over there and cool down for a bit, but I planned on dragging her ass home if she thought she was going to spend another night away from me.
* * *
Business was going very well, and I was happy at how professional Carla was keeping it. I was kind of skeptical about the merge since she was running things on the behalf of her family, but she was proving me wrong. I was happy when I got home, and Lala’s car was parked in the driveway.
I ran to the door and opened it up only to find packed bags by the door.
“Lala, can you explain this shit to me?” I said.
“I’ll let your bitch explain it for you.” She hit play on her phone, and my conversation with Amanda was being played. I must have forgotten to hang up the phone, and everything was recorded on her voicemail.
“Lala, baby I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry! Sorry for thinking you were any different than James.” She took the ring off her finger and handed it to me. I refused to take it, so she sat it on the coffee table.
“So, it’s that easy for you to walk away from me, after everything we’ve been through you not gonna even try to work it out with a nigga?”
“No, because you lied! You lied to me twice. I asked you did you fuck her, and you told me no. Then you lied about the hickey. Not to mention you bought her a fucking house and car. You were over there giving her the main bitch treatment,” she laughed.
“It was an accident.”
“So you slipped, fell, and landed dick first in her pussy? Is that what you’re telling me?”