When they walked into the house and headed straight toward me, my blood went ice cold. My fingers automatically tightened around the handle of the gun and the trigger. Samantha turned on the light and Sajuan, who was standing in front of her, stopped dead in his tracks and sized me up. The first thing that got his attention was the silencer on the gun. Silencers are not common in the ‘hood, so I just smirked as he stared at it for a few seconds. Then his eyes slowly took in my outfit; when he got to the fifty thousand dollar Air’s, he spun around and punched Samantha in her mouth.
He stood over her and hit her two more times. To my surprise, she hopped up and caught him with two nice shots to his chin. He rushed her, picked her up, and slammed her into the wall – knocking down that expensive ass TV. They were nose to nose, staring at one another.
“This how you re-pay me bitch? I gave you everything, plus some. Just remember this, you can go to college, graduate, turn my money into legal dough, and become a success. But you will never measure up to your dope fiend mom who sucked my dick the first day I met you, by the way!”
Samantha banged him right in his mouth. Blood began to drip from his split lip.
“Fuck you, Sajuan. You think I don’t know my mom sucked your dick? Why do you think you got a dude behind you with a gun. Pay back is lovely. 2pac taught me that!”
He licked the blood from his lip and smiled peevishly.
“Nah, bitch. Fuck you. I never did this, but I now understand how Chris Brown had to feel!”
Before I could start laughing, he hopped into his right hook, which crushed her jaw. He followed that up with a left hook that caused her to fly into the fireplace. She quickly grabbed a vase off the mantel, and broke it over his head. His adrenaline allowed him to eat right through that as he connected punches to her face that were too powerful for me to just watch any more. I crossed over to where they were in no time, and shot him in both of his knees. I handed her the gun. She readily accepted it.
“Samantha, body that chump!”
She looked at me and smirked as she pointed the gun at his face. They locked eyes for a few seconds before she began to put bullets right into his forehead. Then she turned my direction pointing the gun at me. I backed up a couple of steps out of shock.
“You a coward for allowing him to whip my ass like that.! I should kill you then shoot him to make sure he is dead?”
I locked eyes with her before stretching my arm out toward her.
“ Give me my gun girl. You had to get fucked up so you can be a victim, too. Better a few blows than one hard one with this gun. Trust me on that. I’m going to take this body with me and dump it in the Patapsco River out by Columbia. Tell the pigs that the masked armed robbers took Sajuan with them. Hold your water and all will be well. Lay low for a few days before you come check me out, alright?”
She handed me the gun and walked straight to a mirror. She looked at her reflection, then looked at me evilly. I pulled out my phone and called Redman. He answered on the first ring. “Big Bro, you good?”
“Yeah, that’s done. I’m going to go take him somewhere, and then go to the Columbia Mall and wait for you to come pick me up.”
“Sounds like a plan. Big Bro. I’m leaving in a few minutes. We can go shopping in there.”
“Cool.”
“Where’s Samantha at? She good?”
“Is she good? Of course, wifey is good. She got a few bruises, but she’s cool and paid.”
As Redman laughed, Samantha and I were staring at one another in the eyes.
“Alright ‘Lil Bro, I’ll holla when I get to the mall.”
“Cool.”
When I looked up after hanging up the phone, our eyes met. There was something in her eyes that wasn’t there a second ago. She smiled and walked toward me.
“What you calling me wifey for? We just met, so I know you not feeling me like that.”
I laughed as she entered my outstretched arms. I kissed all of her bruises and lumps, then looked into her eyes.
“We don’t know one another like that. What I do know is that you’re my type. Sex is good. Head is good. You’re a gangster, and we committed a murder together. If that doesn’t solidify some type of relationship, nothing will. You wifey, or not?”
She smiled and kissed me on my mouth. After the blood-tasting kiss, I got the body to the car and headed to the Patapsco River. As I arrived at the river I pulled over. There was enough time between cars to quickly snatched the body out and toss it over the bridge. I was happy to be in such good shape! I then made it to the mall in Columbia in a little less than thirty minutes. Though it was so close to Baltimore City, it was a whole world away.
I met up with Redman and handed him ten thousand for him to go shopping. I had ten thousand, too. We had a ball with our blood money. Whoever said that crime doesn’t pay, never did it right!
Chapter 13
[THREE MONTHS LATER]
We were driving a stolen Ford Focus – on our way to kidnap and kill the unsuspecting Elizabeth Abrams, whom Redman had booked off a dating website called Moco. She was a beautiful, light skinned woman who had a good job as a dentist, and who was loved by the community for the work that she did. I wondered if their opinion of her would change if they knew she was a complete freak. She thought she was accompanying Redman to a sex club to participate in a huge orgy. Little did she know that her bad karma was ready to catch up with her.
I had sex with Elizabeth one time a few months before I was arrested and kept it moving. The problem was that she had become obsessed, and called so much that I had to block every number she would call from. I didn't feel bad because I had been up front that I was only out to have fun, and she had said that she was with it. When my trial came around, there she was on the stand getting her twisted revenge. She testified that while she was my girlfriend, I forced her to have sex with me several times, and that I even beat her up a few times. She said she never reported the rapes because she loved me, and she said she was testifying because she felt that she had to help put me away for life so that I wouldn't get a chance to kill and rape again. My lawyer said that out of all the witnesses that testified against me her testimony was the most damaging by far.
Every action has a reaction and I feel though my reaction is severe it is definitely justified so I feel good about this murder. She now lived in Cecil County as an upstanding citizen. I am glad to see how she has progressed in life. I’m also glad she is beloved in the community. This way I know she won’t be alone during her funeral. I also felt good about putting some distance between murders. (that is, we didn’t want to leave a “crime footprint” in just a limited geographic area) It was a perfect little town to violently kill and dump a white girl’s body. The attention to this crime will be purely distracting.
We pulled up in front of her apartment building and beeped the horn. I peeked up from my covert position, which was on the floor under an itchy ass wool blanket, and shook my head. Her body was still off the chain, and she was aging like your typical black woman: her face still looked as young as ever! Her jeans and shirt looked like they had been air brushed on her. Her sexy, super high heels separated her from the typical woman. Redman sighed and shook his head.
“Man she looks like an angel.”
I looked at him with disgust in my eyes as I quickly got back into my covert position.
“She was my beautiful angel before she hopped her ass onto that stand. Now all I see when I look at her is a big puddle of blood.”
She got into the car and her sweet smell filled the car. I heard them kissing. I slowly rose to see Redman kissing her with his eyes open. He tilted her neck towards me as he leaned away from her. I slowly put the rusty ass garrote I had been dying to use around her neck. Right before it touched her neck her eyes popped open, and ours locked. I smiled she jerked forward. The garrote sliced into her neck as I twisted it tighter and tighter. I felt the vibrations as I cut through veins and bones. The feeling of violent vengeance made a smi
le control my lips!
I rose all the way up so I could look down into her eyes.
“Yeah bitch! You put me on death row, but look who Karma has dying first! Make sure you suck on the words you said in my trial in hell!”
As she continued to struggle, Redman pulled off quickly and inconspicuously. It was the longest two minutes of my life waiting for her to die. She struggled to the death with strength that I couldn’t believe. My entire body was covered in sweat and blood. Plus, my hands ached terribly. The mafia movies always made strangling somebody look easy. Trust me, the it is hard, and although all of the muscles in my hands and arms were on fire, the satisfaction of a fresh murder had me feeling euphoric! Even when her bowels let loose a couple of seconds before she took her last breath, the foul odor magnified the satisfaction I felt. I looked down at her wide-open, lifeless eyes, and smiled as I leaned forward and pushed her stank ass out of the car before any other cars showed up. I looked at Redman and smiled.
“Let’s hit up Players Club at Wagons Wheel off of North Point Road. There’s some women in there that will make you forget anything that you were thinking about for the time you are in there. I promise you that.
“That’s the plan, then after we burn this stank ass car.”
Chapter 14
It was seven o’clock in the morning, and I had just gotten in from Players Club. We had had a ball, especially Redman. It cost me five hundred to have this white girl, who looked just like Jennifer Anniston with a banging body, take him into the VIP room, and she screwed his brains out! Meanwhile, I just got my drink on. The feeling of complete gratification for getting revenge had me in a good mood, so I got hundred dollar lap dances from all of the dancers.
I was on our porch smoking this chocolate Dutch, excited and ready to go in there and wake Samantha up the way she always loves me to. And yeah, I said “our” porch, as in Samantha and me. After the robbery, we had moved into an apartment two floors up from Redman, who had recently moved Fatima in with him. Sajuan’s stash definitely had the twelve kilos of raw coke and the ten pounds of purple that Samantha had said he had in there. Add that to two hundred and ninety four thousand, and you had to know that this meant that we were all the way on our feet!
Since the allure of the drug game was getting to me, I satisfied the itch by selling four kilo’s of coke after giving Redman eight of them. Six were on consignment and two were out of love. I sold each one for fifteen thou, and was able to get rid of them in one day with Redman’s clientele. My itch was satisfied because the four guys I sold the kilo’s to were young black men and though they were shining right now, I knew that in a year they would either be dead or in prison or getting high off their own supply.
And Sajuan wasn’t done with his giving ways. According to his lawyer, he had had an extremely strong affinity for younger women, and, whenever he fell in love with one, he tended to go all the way in with her. His lawyer was used to altering his will each time he fell in love with a younger woman, so he didn’t contest the fact that everything was left to Samantha, which made her an instant millionaire. I couldn’t imagine how many times that cat rolled over in his grave every day!
Fatima kept the club running the same except creating “Sexy Nights,” which was a prostitution ring under the guise of an escort service. The most desired strippers from different strip clubs throughout the city had been quick to collect their five thousand dollar bonus for joining the team.
Meanwhile, we had opened up a raw coke and dope shop on Winchester, which was in the West side of the city. Our Aunt Terry had been in this neighborhood for over thirty years. So, she and her eight sons and four daughters reigned supreme there. We paid them a lot of money to run our drug strip.
My female cousins were the lookouts on the block. Aunt Terry separated all of the bills, counted all of the money and kept all of the dollar bills. Our faces had never been seen, and we had done our best to make sure that our names didn’t start ringing in the streets. Even though we really didn’t need to be getting money in these streets, our mentality was a common one: “once you in love with the streets, it’s almost impossible to break up with her!”
My thoughts were disturbed by the sound of the sliding glass door opening. I looked up to see Samantha, wearing a sexy see through Victoria’s Secret lace teddy, with no panties on, staring at me with her horny face on. I pulled her close to me and kissed her small but sexy baby bump. Yeah! My baby was a few months pregnant so no matter what the outcome was with my acts of vengeance, I had a legacy on these streets. Now that a baby was on the horizon, I knew that that was where all of my focus had to reside. She looked me in my eyes and smiled bashfully, as she could see my genuine love for her.
“Who did you give my big penis to last night?”
I looked at her and smiled knowing she was dead serious. Even though she gave me permission to have sex with other women, since I was just getting out of prison, she definitely did it to satisfy me, because like most women she is extremely territorial. I bent down and kissed her.
.
“Nobody else can make me feel like this, Samantha. I love you, angel.”
Her eyes watered as I rubbed her stomach. As tears began to run down her face. They began to run down mine, too. We cried together, which added another level to our bond.
Chapter 15
[Somewhere in Atlanta]
“That boy Sajuan owed me seventy five stacks, and I wanted my cheddar. The streets said his woman probably got him whacked because she ended up getting everything. I don’t care if she had killed him or not. All I knew was that she now owed me a hundred and fifty stacks be-cause of all the time I had been forced to wait for mine. She pays or she dies.”
Snowman looked at Messiah and shrugged his shoulders as purple haze smoke seeped out of his nose and mouth.
“Alright, baby boy. That’s what it is. Who we sending to talk to her?”
Messiah sat back in his chair looking more like a star NBA player than one of the biggest drugs dealers ever to roam the streets of Atlanta. He stood 6’6”, weighing about two hundred and thirty pounds. His fresh corn rolls and huge diamond encrusted chain and pendant screamed “money” to anybody who looked his way. He took a deep inhale of his Cuban cigar and smiled.
“Send that dapper boy Dickey. That boy’s wardrobe will disarm her. After y’all get the money, leave Dickey in B-More forever. I don’t trust him ‘cause he knows too much about me and my brother’s business. When the heat comes if he snitches we’ll both be done. So make sure you take all of his books too.
Snowman took a long sip of peach Ciroq as purple haze smoke seeped out of his nose. He looked at Messiah and smirked. Snowman is one of Messiah’s most reliable soldiers. The difference with Snowman is that he possesses the same ambitions that have put Messiah where he is. So, Snowman is a kingpin in his own right, and is copping no less than fifteen bricks every three weeks. He’s also a hitman too with his partner O.D.
“That’s what it is then. After my studio session tonight to finish up my Dying to Trap mix tape, we’ll go up to murder land and show them boys how us real country boys play this game.”
Messiah laughed as he handed Snowman a huge wad of hundred dollar bills.
“Take your goons shopping and put some extra cash in their pockets before y’all go. Satisfied soldiers create dedicated, loyal killers.”
Chapter 16
“There he go, there he go.”
I followed Redman’s eyes across the street until they landed on Ronny King, who had been one of the jurors during my trial. I smiled at the sight of him. During my trial he had always been so sharply dressed; now he was a bum on drugs. We had heard that he was over this way, and we had been looking for him for the past couple of days. I looked at Redman who was also pumped up.
“Pull up next to him.”
Ronny peered into our car as we pulled up next to him. I rolled down the window. Once he saw that it wasn’t the police, he relaxed and walked over to the ca
r, grinning, showing off his toothless smile.
“My man, we ready to open up a shop on Old York, and we need you to test our blow. We’ll pay you to get the word out that we going to have testers out in an hour. You with it?”
He burst into laughter as he walked toward the back door.
“Hell yeah I’m with it!”
As soon as he entered the car his foul smell instantly began to suffocate us, but all I was concentrating on was his face while he filled his veins with my killer mixture, heroin and Fentanyl. As his finger slowly pushed the stem on the needle down, his facial expression turned to complete pleasure for a split second. Then his face turned into a mask of pain, which made me smile. I moved closer to him to get as close to his pain as possible. His eyes popped open and we locked eyes. He reached out to me and I smacked his hand away.
“What the fuck man? It feels like my insides are on fire. Ahhhhh!”
I looked over at Redman to see if the screaming of a dying man was affecting him. I laughed as he was smoking a Newport and reciting a Meek Mill song – not paying no mind to the death scream that was bouncing all around the inside of the car. I looked at Ronny King and smiled devilishly.
“First off, shut the fuck up with all that screaming. If I would have actually been put to death,
I wouldn’t have screamed like no bitch. So, man up! The poison you shot up with will have you dead in no time. This way, I’ll know you won’t ever put anybody else on death row. So embrace death, bitch. You’ve just been put on death row!”
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