Kali

by T. Styles

  “This what you wanted right, bitch?” He slapped her again. “This what you been begging for right?”

  She licked the blood away and said, “Harder…please.”

  Again he hit her until her face was so red his dick was throbbing. The more he acted out violently, the more she begged. He realized Sasha was right all along. Although they weren’t suited in a relationship, behind closed doors they were in sync.

  When she was sore and bruised, he ripped her shorts off exposing her purple thongs. Forcing her on all fours he unbuckled his pants and pushed into her asshole. He could feel a blockage and remembered she said she had to shit earlier.

  “Kali, don’t do it there, I have to go to the bathroom.”

  “Shut up, bitch. I’ma fuck you like I want and you gonna take it too.” He gripped the back of her hair. “You understand?”

  She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  When he removed his dick he noticed it was covered lightly with brown stool and grabbed her by the hair. “Now suck it off.”

  Although the feces came from her own body, and she was as freaky as they came, this was too much for even her. But the look in his eyes told her the last thing she could do was refuse.

  She wanted the man and now she had him.

  In all of his insanity.

  She obeyed and tried her best not to throw up as her tongue ran up and down his shaft. He was so turned on that he was minutes away from busting. When she was done he put her on fours again and licked her asshole clean, tasting the remnants of her feces in the process.

  He had never done anything like that before but he was sure he would do it again. The nastiness of the sex and the way Sasha took dick on command had him seconds from exploding.

  It was the best sex in his life.

  He reinserted his soiled stiffness into her pussy and sexed her from the back. “Fuckkkkkk,” he yelled. “This thing is just right.”

  Sasha breathed heavily, her pussy-dripping wet. She had come along time ago when he ate her ass so she was good. “You like that, Kali? Take it, baby. You belong there.”

  “Fuck,” he moaned one last time before exploding inside of her.

  When he was done he stood up and buckled his pants. “Now tell me what I’m really doing here. And don’t play games.”

  ****

  Kali sat in the passenger seat of Jace’s car, with Tony Wop, Kreshon and Paco in the back. They scooped him earlier from Sasha’s under the disguise of getting him to have a good time since he lost his girl. At first he was skeptical but Jace talked a fair game. Reminded him that with Kristen and his grandparents gone, essentially he was all the family Kali had left.

  Jace laid the groundwork but now it was time to get down to business.

  “I know this ain’t the right time, man, but I need your help,” Jace said. He pulled over in front of an abandoned house.

  Kalive was uncomfortable with Jace’s sudden mood shift but rested easy because if any of them tried to fuck him over, at least one of them would kiss the blade, which sat in his lap. “What’s up?”

  “First I want to tell you that I always considered us to be family. We practically grew up together and I love you. Shit, my girl even fucks with you.” He laughed. “Harmony be worried more about this nigga than me sometimes.”

  Paco and Tony Wop broke out in hard laughter but quieted when it was obvious that Jace wasn’t as amused.

  “I thought we were off the family topic.” Kali wasn’t feeling the fluffing up act Jace was doing anymore. He always knew Jace as a straight shooter and preferred him to keep it that way. “What do you need? Just ask.” His question was slow and controlled.

  Jace nodded. “I see you want to get right down to business so allow me. As you already know my pops trusting me with the operation out here. With him living in LA he don’t have time to worry about the shops in DC, but it doesn’t mean he’s not up on what’s going on. And I don’t want to let him down.”

  “The other day some niggas knocked down the door of this house,” Paco said pointing at the run down tenement. “They took everything we had…money, drugs and respect.”

  “After they hit us of course they got ghost,” Jace added. “And we didn’t have eyes on them until now. Tomorrow we already got a plan in the works to snatch up Bam, but getting at Star, his partner, is another problem.”

  “Who stole the money?” Kali asked.

  “Bam and his people,” Jace said. “But we want Star too.”

  “You don’t know where he is?” Kali asked, readjusting in the comfortable luxury car.

  “We know where the nigga is, but they would see my immediate crew coming. We need somebody who can slide in undetected. Someone he doesn’t know and that someone is you.”

  “So you think if we got Star, Bam will tell you where your stash and money are?” Kali asked.

  “Yes,” Jace replied.

  “I never heard of a nigga given up the stolen goods for a partner,” Kali said. “Doesn’t Bam have someone closer to him? Someone he loves?”

  “His kid goes to Nalle Elementary but we think if we get Star, between the two of them somebody will say something. Ain’t no need in bringing kids in the picture at this point.”

  “How old is the girl?” Kali asked.

  “About seven or eight,” Tony shrugged. “Who gives a fuck? The focus here is Star.”

  Kali already didn’t like Tony and hated when he interjected but he bit his tongue. Without a girl or a baby to love he was a free agent and it was time to get his blade wet.

  They continued to give him the details on where to find Star but Kali tapped out a long time ago. The only thing on his mind was Kristen and the baby she carried in her belly before their lives were snuffed out. He imagined how it would have been to hold his child. To watch it grow to it’s highest potential.

  Now he had nothing.

  If he couldn’t have his kid, he didn’t give a fuck about anybody else’s. In his opinion if Bam wanted in the game having his kid snatched up came with the territory.

  “The best part about it is with you being 17 even if they catch you, they gotta charge you as a juvenile,” Jace said.

  Kali was 19 but he let him run his mouth since he thought he knew everything. Besides, he had no intentions on getting caught.

  “You got all that?” Jace asked. “Because it looks like you out of it.”

  Kali already knew what he was going to do so he nodded. In his mind both plans would lead to the return of the stash so who cared? “I got it.”

  “Good, because I told you we were family but it’s time that I do something for you. Something that proves my loyalty because you have always put yourself out there for me.” He paused. “And that something is in the house waiting.”

  Kali sat up and looked over at him. “What is it?”

  “The nigga who killed Kristen,” Tony said. “The fellas roughed him up a little bit but other than that he’s whole.”

  “Yeah, the only thing missing is his tongue,” Jace said.

  ****

  Kali couldn’t believe he was standing over Chris’ weakened body. He was strapped to a chair that had the legs bolted into the ground so it wouldn’t move. It was clearly made for torture, which Kali planned to take full advantage.

  Jace, Paco and Kreshon were behind him, to ensure Chris didn’t say anything with his stub of a tongue that was audible enough to finger them for being responsible for the hit on her life.

  Years ago, after Kali fought Chris straight up and won, Grand warned him about leaving him alive. And to find out that he was responsible for his girlfriend’s death consumed him with more rage. If only he had listened his precious wifey would be alive.

  Kalive could’ve walked down the steps, shot him in the head and went on with life but he wanted to make the moment last.

  The fact that Jace went so far to find out who killed Kristen made Kali indebted and he would do all he could in the future to prove his love to his oldest friend.
r />   Jace was now closer to Kali than a brother.

  First Kali sliced X’s up and down his thighs and on the tops of his feet. Chris’ inaudible pleas were starting to become annoying so Kali kicked off his own Nike removed his white sock and stuffed it in Chris’s throat. With the place a little quieter, he chopped off each of his toes before moving to his fingers.

  Jace who didn’t have the stomach for persecution rushed back up the stairs, claiming he needed air. Paco and Kreshon chose to watch the levels of depravity Kali would ascend to.

  When his toes and fingers were gone he sliced off his ears, followed by the soft tissue of his nose. Kalive took pleasure in the pain he was causing and moreover, in the satisfaction he was experiencing at getting revenge.

  When he was tired, and two hours had gone by leaving Chris hanging onto life, he removed his hatchet and raised it high in the air, bringing it crashing down into the center of his skull.

  With the work done Kali dropped to his knees and wept. The pain of losing all those he cared about rushed over him. “I’m so sorry, Kristen. I’m so fucking sorry!”

  His pain went on for a minute before suddenly stopping. He rose to his feet, dusted off his knees and looked at Paco and Kreshon. Words were not needed but they got the message. If either of them told a soul about his moment of weakness, they would suffer too.

  One only needed to look at Chris’ corpse to know that Kali was anything but playing.

  ****

  He couldn’t believe his luck when he walked into the hallway of Nalle Elementary and saw Bam’s daughter alone. Class was in session so the hall was empty. She was humming to herself and he noticed the baby blue dress she wore was stained with orange juice.

  On the hunt, the moment she walked inside the bathroom he followed her. Patiently he waited for her to finish peeing and when she came out he grabbed her from behind and slapped his hand over her mouth just before she screamed. His face was concealed in a ski mask, which made the horror worse for the child.

  “Shut up,” he whispered harshly, his hand pressing on her mouth harder. “Do you hear me? Shut up!”

  She squirmed uncontrollably and he was thinking of knocking her out with a blow to the face but the door opened and a first grade teacher, Mrs. Hammond, walked inside. “Dear God,” she said covering her mouth when she saw the masked man.

  Instead of running she stepped closer and Kali aimed the .45, which sat in a holster on his hip, in her direction. For a job like this his hatchet wouldn’t be as effective so he opted for the hammer instead. “Don’t move, bitch!” he warned. “Unless you want to be splattered.”

  The woman’s body trembled although courage was in her eyes. She remained still. “Sir, I don’t know you. And I don’t know what’s going on or why you feel the need to take that child. Maybe her father is responsible, since I hear he’s a drug dealer.”

  “Shut the fuck up!” Kali yelled.

  She trembled and cried harder. “I don’t mean to upset you. All I’m asking is that you please not take her away from her mother. There is no worse feeling then having a child kidnapped.”

  “What about one that’s murdered? In a parking lot? While still in the mother’s womb?”

  She nodded as tears continued to roll down her face. “You’re right, son. And judging by the sound of your voice I can tell you’re young. You’ll have many more kids. And I know you gonna do what you want anyway. But I must tell you that if you take this little girl, if you kidnap her from this school, the karma you will suffer will stay with you for all the days of your life. You will never find peace. Not in life and not with your children. Is that what you want?”

  “Karma already came to me,” he said coldly. He approached the woman, the child still in hand. Common sense told him to kill her because he was certain by the time she left the bathroom the area would be swarming with cops. But he gave her credit for being brave, far braver than his mother ever was.

  So with the little girl in one hand, he brought down the butt of the gun on the top of her head, knocking her out. When she dropped to the floor he walked over her body and ran out.

  Two minutes later he tossed the child in the trunk of the car, her mouth and hands duct taped. Quickly he eased into the passenger seat where his cousin Vaughn was waiting with the car running. “You alright, cousin?” Vaughn asked.

  The guilt of what he’d done was heavy. “Yeah, take me to Jace’s crib.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  PRESENT DAY

  Three men waited for the cargo to step off the van…

  One tall and white, the other fat and Mexican and the last black and short. No matter their sizes they all held high-powered assault weapons in case the men wanted drama.

  “Remember what I said,” Kali whispered to Barrie once more as they exited the van. “Trip me so I can get the gun under the—”

  “He’s got a gun!” Timo yelled, alerting the abductors. “It’s under the van and they planning to use it on you!”

  “Timo, you a fucking snake!” Barrie yelled. “If I didn’t have my hands tied I would fuck you up. I can’t believe this shit!”

  Kali thought it was awful funny that now that Timo was scared, the stuttering ceased.

  “And his hands are untied too!” Timo continued his snitching rant.

  A tall white man with missing teeth yanked the men from the van and snatched the do rags off of each of their eyes. The bright light from the moon felt blinding as the mosquitoes fought desperately for territory on their heated torsos.

  Tall White turned Kali around and reviewed his binds, which were unraveled. He readjusted them so tightly Kali’s palms turned white. “Where is the fucking gun?” he asked through clenched teeth.

  “I don’t know what you talking about!” Kali lied.

  “Give me the fuckin gun!” Tall White yelled, spit flying in Kali’s face.

  “It’s under the van,” Timo continued, carrying on like the snitch he was obviously born to be.

  Tall White handed his assault rifle to Short Black, dropped to his knees and looked under the van. He was down for a minute before emerging with a .9-millimeter handgun, which he brought down over Kali’s head, causing blood to ooze into a stream down the center of his face.

  Barrie and Kali were disgusted with Timo’s betrayal.

  Timo moved excitedly. “You see, I told you what he was doing! Can you let me go now?” Timo begged. “I don’t deserve to be out here with them. I want to be with my family.” His eyes were wide and it looked like he was on drugs. “I don’t even know what I did wrong!”

  “So stupid,” Kali said. “I told you these niggas don’t negotiate!”

  Tall White walked up to Timo and smiled. He placed a heavy hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “Great job. We could’ve been hurt if things worked out to Kali’s favor and for that you should be rewarded.”

  Timo looked at Barrie and grinned. “Look who’s stupid now?”

  Barrie shook his head and the sympathy he felt for his naive brother-in-law was written over his face. Neither Kali nor Barrie thought it would end well for him.

  Tall White was handed his gun and he pressed the barrel against Timo’s forehead. “This may not seem like a reward but if you knew what we had planned you would agree that it is.”

  “No, please don’t!” Timo screamed before the trigger was tugged, his brain exploded and he flopped to the ground. Gunpowder wafted in the air and blood splatters slapped against Kali and Barrie’s faces.

  Tall White turned to his men and The Mexican Man cut on a large yellow flashlight that illuminated the path before them, while Short Black dragged Timo’s corpse.

  “Get to walking!” Tall White yelled.

  Barrie and Kali walked through the woods, side by side. Rocks and branches cut into their feet as they stepped further into the forest. Tall White and his men continued behind them, but not so close that they could make out their conversation. There was no need to be very close because their bull
ets could reach them no matter where they ran.

  The strange sound of crickets chirping made the experience seem darker.

  “I do have something I regret,” Kali said to Barrie.

  “What you talking about?”

  “In the van, we were talking about regrets and I do have one.”

  “Now you tell me,” Barrie responded under his breath.

  “You want to hear it or not?” Blood rolled down the middle of Kali’s eyes and sat at the top of his lips. He licked it off.

  Barrie thought the man looked insane but what else was he going to do? In a minute he would be dead. “Not sure if confessing to me will make things better but go ahead.”

  “I kidnapped a little girl once when I was a teenager. Her father owed a partner of mine a debt. I wasn’t even supposed to have her but my life was so fucked up I didn’t care about a child.”

  Barrie looked at him with raised brows. “You killed her?”

  Kali nodded.

  “How old was she?”

  “About seven.”

  Barrie shrugged. “If her father was in the game and he owed money that’s part of the hustle. Can’t blame the killers without blaming the players.”

  “But that wasn’t the reason I did it.” Kali took a deep breath. “I did it because a nigga murdered my girl and my unborn child. They found her body in the parking lot of a mall, like she was trash. So I took my anger out on a lot of people and the kid was one of my casualties.” He exhaled. “I heard once that hell comes to pedophiles and children killers. If so I’m doomed.”

  Barrie’s eyes widened and he seemed afraid.

  “Stop right there!” Tall White yelled when they approached a huge pile of dirt on the other side of a large unmarked grave. Short Black tossed Timo’s body inside.

  “You see the hole, now crawl in it!” he said to Kali and Barrie.

  Kali turned toward Tall White. “Before you kill me can you at least tell me what I did?” he pleaded. “A man has a right to know why he’s being sentenced to death.”