by Sa'id Salaam
“I’m sorry, say that again!” Sincerity demanded.
“She had the babies,” he blurted.
“Babies? That’s plural; you said bies, what bies? Tell me this chick did not have twins! Killa, she better not have twins!”
“Um…” Killa replied cracking Cyke up.
He was so happy to see someone else get chewed out he pumped his fist. Meanwhile, Killa braced himself for a verbal smack but it never came.
“I see,” she said with an eerie calm that unnerved Killa. “A bit early aren’t we?”
“Yeah a few months premature. They have to stay in neonatal for 60 days,” he replied.
“60 days? Ok, see you then,” Sincerity said and clicked off the line.
“You good?” Cyke asked through his glee.
“Yeah…no. She’s too calm, that’s not good at all.”
****
Killa dressed for the club in a rented suit. He wasn’t quite sure of the dress code for the rough rider club so he opted for slacks and a button down shirt. You can’t go wrong with slacks and loafers. He tucked a borrowed pistol into the small of his back and got into a borrowed Benz. He followed the turn-by-turn directions of the navigation system until he arrived at the club. He realized instantly what Cyke had been laughing at.
“Fuckin’ Cyke! I got you for this!” he said when his friend took the call. A six-foot drag queen in 6-inch heels winked and waved as it passed the car.
“Me? What I do!” Cyke asked and cracked up again.
“Shit ain’t funny yo. Dennis Rodman just blew me a kiss,” he shot back.
Killa hung up, took a deep breath, and headed into the gay bar. A gay funk punched him in the nose as soon as he stepped inside. It smelled like ass grease, sweat, and perfume.
“You sure you in the right place?” the only woman in the place asked seeing his expression.
Only straight men reacted like that upon entering. The large woman was the bouncer.
“Yeah…um, yes,” Killa barked then softened trying to sound gay. It didn’t work.
“Yeah, ok,” the stud laughed.
She knew Azul often held business meetings here to keep people off balance. Most dudes agreed to his terms just to get the hell out of there.
“He’s in the VIP. You can’t miss him.”
“Can’t miss him,” Killa repeated as he walked towards VIP. It was a relatively short distance but he still had to dodge a cowboy, an Indian, and Tinkerbell.
He wondered what the stud meant by ‘can’t miss him’ and just knew it wasn’t good. He was right. When he saw Azul, he stopped dead in his tracks and shook his head. How could anyone miss the tall man, in the blue dress, wearing a blue wig, blue pumps, and twerkin’?
Killa imagined himself pulling his gun and shooting him dead on the spot. He quickly shook his head to erase the foolish plan like an Etch-a-Sketch. These homos would beat him to death before he made it to the door. Probably scratch his eyes out.
“Might just let this one live,” Killa thought aloud.
At that moment, he just wanted to get as far away from the freaks as possible. Instead, he let out a deep sigh and joined the spectators tossing money at the dance.
Azul didn’t need the money, but did crave the attention. He hid his inner bitch for so long that now he flaunted it. Being the pipeline between good Mexican drugs meant everyone just had to accept it. Azul was working it too. He whipped his hair from side to side and shook his ass.
There was a slight wardrobe malfunction when he tried to drop it like it’s hot. He dropped a little too fast and one of his balls got loose. He tucked it away, and kept right on twerking. He did a double take when he noticed the new face in the crowd. As soon as the song ended, he rushed over to Killa to investigate.
“Hey handsome,” Azul said flirtatiously. The greeting was actually a question of who and why.
“Sup,” Killa greeted.
The sight of the blue bra strap under the blue dress irked him. The man had on a blue thong too but Killa wouldn’t see it. The coroner would be taking it off his corpse first thing in the morning.
“Oh you’re straight!” the sissy said waving a finger like being straight was naughty. Gay men are still men and love virgins. It’s a badge of honor for them to turn a new man. Sorta like vampires except they suck dicks not blood.
Azul used his position of power to his gay advantage. He often seduced men in exchange for business. If you wanted to break bread, you had to break bread.
“I um…forget it,” Killa said and gave up.
He would just have to catch him another time. Maybe snipe him at the next gay day parade. There were too many witnesses to murder him here, and he couldn’t take the falsetto voice another second.
“Wait, where you going?” Azul pouted and grabbed Killa’s hand.
“Back to my hotel,” he admitted.
“I’m coming too!” Azul insisted.
He hooked his arm under Killa’s and waved bye-bye to his crew. Killa looked like he wanted to cry as he walked arm in arm from the club with a man. A man taller than he was.
“Want some head while we drive?” Azul offered generously.
“I would but I didn’t bring my DC 2000,” Killa replied.
“Huh?” he asked unfamiliar with the deadly device.
“Nothing. I can’t drive while getting head,” he admitted. Every time he got head while driving, he ended up swerving like a DUI.
“Pull over there!” Azul said licking his lips. He pulled a pair of blue rhinestone kneepads from his blue purse.
Killa whipped across all lanes of traffic and came to a screeching halt on the shoulder. Azul was so happy he clapped and danced in the seat.
“I see someone can’t wait to put something in someone’s mouth,” the sissy cheered.
“You have no idea,” Killa replied. Azul pulled the kneepads on and got out as Killa got out and came around.
“Close your eyes and say ah,” Killa instructed.
Azul dropped to his knees and complied. “Ahhhh,” he said stifling a smile upon hearing the zipper unzipped. He felt something hard enter his mouth and realized it was too hard.
Gun barrel hard.
Killa shoved the pistol down to the man’s tonsils. When he heard the gag, he tugged on the trigger. The hollow point slug flattened as it entered his forehead. It passed through his confused brain and knocked his wig off as it came out the back. Azul sat there for a second with his mouth and eyes wide open. Finally, gravity caught up with him and pulled him over.
“That was fun,” Killa giggled as he pulled away from the murder scene. Murder always made him horny and that night was no different. He shook off the thought of hitting a club and pulled out his phone.
“Hello?” Daphine barked into her phone as she took the call from the unknown number.
The poor girl had slept with so many strange men from the club it took five minutes before she remembered who he was. Once she recalled the one night stand, she eagerly accepted the invitation for another one. Killa gave her the name of his hotel and his room number. She arrived just as he stepped from the shower.
“Mph!” Daphine grunted as Killa opened the door butt naked. She was dressed to kill with all of her etceteras. That wouldn’t do at all.
“Go take all that stuff off! All of it,” he ordered pointing towards the bathroom.
Daphine giggled and complied. She went in and removed her weave, lashes, contacts, push up bra, and butt pads. A few minutes later, she emerged looking like Side Show Bob.
Once again, Killa fucked Side Show Bob, twice.
Chapter 8
“Wow,” Yolo whispered as she looked down at her sleeping infants in the incubator. “Sun and Shyne…my babies.”
It suddenly hit her like a ton of bricks that killing children was wrong. Dead wrong. A single tear managed to get by and ran down her cheek. She realized at that moment why Killa wanted to kill her.
“Unless I kill you first.”
“Kill who?” Killa asked as he came up behind her. It’s true that bad boys move in silence and violence.
“Nobody,” she said twisting up her lips ruefully. “Sup with our boy Blue?”
“At the morgue turning blue,” Killa retorted. “Who’s next?”
“Let’s see…we can go down to San Diego and fire The Captain or shoot up to the bay and shoot up Cheese,” she replied after pausing to recall who would have taken over when Rock killed the bosses. She remembered giving quite a few promotions herself after cutting off the local bosses. “You think maybe we should split up?”
“Nah, we’re better together,” he shot back without having to think about it.
“Okay,” Yolo sang and giggled despite her confusion. Did he want her close so they could be together or so he could kill her? “I can be released in the morning. Can we visit SeaWorld?”
“…I guess,” Killa replied with a curious frown.
The more time he spent around her the more he realized she was human after all. A confused little girl guided in the wrong direction. A slow smile spread on his face as a murderous thought came to mind.
“What?” Yolo smiled deviously to match his. She recognized the violence just below the mirth.
“Do they let you feed the sharks at SeaWorld?”
****
“Good for that cocksucker! And I mean literally!” Cheese barked into the phone as he viewed the pictures of Azul stretched out on a slab.
“Good for him, but bad for me!” Rock yelled in reply. “That faggot was the connect between us and Mexico. The Chinese find out about this and we lose them too!”
“Well, if they come up to San Fran I’m personally dropping them off the dock of the bay! Wish they would!”
“Funny, that’s the same thing Lil Redd said. Now he’s dead! Him and the whole gang, dead! Do not underestimate these two…”
Cheese sat the phone down and pulled Ne-Ne’s thong off. She giggled like the teen she was when he began playing between her legs. Her and other young girls were his weakness. Every soldier has a chink in their armor and pubescent girls were his.
Likewise, the so-called Captain down in San Diego had a frailty of his own. The fat bastard would not stop eating. The man spent half the day sleeping and the other half eating. He really was a Captain and spent most of his time on his boat.
A coin flip granted The Captain a few more days to wallow in his gluttony. Big Cyke provided another car and more guns for the drive north. Yolo wasn’t back to 100% after childbirth, but half a Yolo was better than no Yolo.
Killa watched her out of the side of his eye as she worked over a large ice pop. She saw him peeping as he drove and began to really put on.
“Mm, this is so good!” she exclaimed running her tongue up and down the shaft.
Killa turned his head in her direction and watched her inch it down her throat until she gagged. He got so hard, so fast, that his vision blurred.
“Watch out!” Yolo shrieked as Killa nearly missed a semi truck.
“Then cut it out ‘for you kill us both!” he yelled. He made the rest of the drive with an erection straining against his pants. No wonder they made it in record time.
“Where we headed?” Yolo asked as Killa whipped through Oakland like he knew where he was going. That was because he did.
“Gonna link up with my nigga Z-Ro. He’ll know how we can get next to this Cheese dude.”
“Then we gon’ cut the Cheese! Get it? Cut the Cheese?” Yolo said cracking herself up.
Killa didn’t find it funny but was amused by her. It started with a smile on the corner of his mouth but ended up with him laughing along with her.
They just had a moment.
****
“Hell yeah, I know that nigga!” Z-Ro snarled.
The killers could tell immediately that he harbored some malice towards the man himself. They needed to know if it was personal or business. It made a difference. Business beef usually stems from hatred and jealousy. Personal beef is stronger, deadlier even. Z-Ro went on and explained why it was the latter.
“The fuck ass old man preys on these young girls. He got my little sister pregnant. She was only 15 but wanted to keep it. When she refused to get an abortion he choked her and dumped her body in an alley!”
“Which alley?” Killa asked intending to return the favor.
“You won’t be able to get close to him without a vagina. That’s why I haven’t murked him myself,” Z-Ro relayed.
“I have a vagina!” Yolo volunteered with her hand up.
“You may be too old,” he said trying to gauge her age. “He likes them young!”
“I ain’t but 15,” Yolo said pouting, ducking, and looking every bit of 15 years old.
Both Killa and Z-Ro nodded in agreement. She was their way in.
“I think I’ll have some fun with ol’ Cheese before I kill him,” Yolo said as she and Killa entered the local mall. She pointed at some butterfly knives in a window.
“No. Just get in, shoot him in his head, and get out!” Killa barked. “You just gave birth and this dude chokes chicks!”
“Oh ok,” Yolo pouted like a truculent child. “Can I still get my knives anyway?”
“Get ‘em, but you’re using a gun. Ya heard?” he insisted again.
“Yes daddy, oops…I mean baby daddy,” she giggled and skipped off into the knife store.
Once Yolo stocked up on knives, throwing stars, and his and hers brass knuckles, they set out to do some shopping. Walking through the busy mall, they were able to figure out what girls in Cheese’s age range liked to wear. They followed a group of giggling teens into a store and bought what they bought.
“That’s him right there!” Killa said as they left the store.
They spotted the child molester luring a young girl away from the game room. If not for the bodyguards and crowd, they would have ended this chapter right here. Instead, they could only watch helplessly as the child was led away.
Killa and Yolo were both in a somber mood for the rest of the day. They ate take out in their hotel room in virtual silence. Even though they climbed into the same bed, they slept separately. Once again, Killa awoke to find Yolo staring down at him.
“Ugh! Would you stop that shit!” he grumbled and rolled out of bed.
“Stop what?” Yolo giggled and followed him to the bathroom. She wanted to watch him pee again but he closed the door in her face. “Meanie,” she said and stuck her tongue out at him through the door. She heard him enter the shower so she stepped out to find breakfast.
“Mm hm,” Killa said sarcastically when he came out and saw breakfast.
“You’re welcome, Babe,” she smiled understanding the unspoken thanks. She switched places with him and entered the shower.
“Here,” Killa said displaying a small .40 caliber pistol. He tucked it into the kiddie backpack that was a part of her costume.
“Thanks,” she replied with a smirk.
Killa didn’t know her quirks well enough to know it was her smile of defiance. She dropped the towel from around her to change the subject.
“I um…” Killa frowned as her naked body stole his train of though. Besides a slight pouch in the middle, the girl was fine. Killa mumbled incoherently and stepped outside to call his family.
****
“I hope we don’t have to be here all day,” Killa said as they entered the game room.
“I do!” Yolo shouted and ran inside. She whipped her head from side to side trying to decide what to play first. She hopped and clapped when deciding upon a vintage Ms. Pac-man game.
“Kids,” Killa chuckled and went to shoot zombies. Killa got his wish when Cheese slithered in a few minutes later.
The large bodyguard with him wore a perturbed look on his face. The pay was great but he wasn’t with the pedophile part. He should have quit because he was about to die because of it.
“That’s a new one there ain’t it?” Cheese asked licking his chops at Yolo. The p
igtails and bobbie socks made her look ten years younger and that was right up the sick fuck’s alley.
“Nah, boss,” the hired gun replied dryly. Dry or not, he was about to get wet for being a sellout. The words were barely out of his mouth before the boss moved on the child.
“You’re pretty good!” Cheese said in a soft voice reserved for children. That was how he spoke to them before molesting them. After that, he put them on the track and it was ‘Bitch better have my money.’
“Thanks, Mister,” she replied over her shoulder without looking back.
“You must have one of these games at home. Would you like the new system?” he offered as bait.
“Ain’t got no home,” she said.
“No? So where yo’ mama?” he asked feeling the blood rush down below.
“I’on know? I stay in a group home.”
“Let’s go!” he demanded, practically snatching her away from the machine. The group home girls were the easiest. A meal, pair of colorful sneakers, and the rest is smooth pimping.
Yolo and Killa made eye contact as she rushed by. Killa waited a second and discreetly followed them out to the parking lot. He could afford to lag since he knew where they were going.
“Here you go lil’ mama,” Cheese said stealing a grab on Yolo’s ass as he helped her into the car.
“Stop!” she said spinning and swatting his hand away so he wouldn’t feel her pad. He was going to need a pad himself for what she had planned.
“Fucking hard head!” Killa fumed when he realized Yolo ditched the gun and took the knives. “We got people to kill all over the country and you playing!”
“We straight!” Cheese barked when they reached the apartment that he used to deflower young girls.
“Call when you need me,” the help said as they got out. He waited until he got all the way in before pulling away. He didn’t get far though.
“Excuse me, a little help?” Killa called out waving his hands. If he hadn’t been standing in the path, the man would have kept right on driving.
“What?” he barked as Killa approached the descending window.