Justifiable Insanity 2

by Jauwel

  Softly, she walked out of the bedroom and through the house to see if she could find Razon; maybe he wasn’t home. First, she headed to the refrigerator to grab some orange juice when she heard a strange sound, but didn’t know where it was coming from. Passing the couch in the living room, she knew Razon kept a loaded gun in the table by his favorite chair. Swiftly, she raced to it, finding the gun, and immediately put a bullet in the chamber. She walked through the house slowly, attempting to identify the noises she continued to hear.

  With the gun pulled up close to her face, she checked the doors and windows, securing each one until she finally arrived at Razon's bedroom. Stopping, she wondered if he was in his room. Was he in trouble? Perhaps, he had company and she was overreacting.

  Trying to discern what they would walk into on the other side of a closed door was a difficult moment for any cop. With all the craziness going on, no matter what, she had to make sure he was alright. Slowly, she opened the door, and was relieved to see Razon in the bed still asleep. For that reason, she had to question where the noise was coming from. Continuing to open the door further, Lisa entered the room, walking softly, trying not to wake the sleeping giant. She checked the corners and was headed for his bathroom when she heard a familiar sound behind her head, a gun being cocked, indicating someone was behind her with a gun to her head.

  "Ok, ok…I’m gonna put my gun down." She instructed as she put the gun down then raised both hands in the air.

  "Lisa?" Razon inquired. He quickly uncocked his gun then turned her around to face him. "What are you doing in here?" He asked, slightly worried that she was walking around in his room with a gun.

  "I heard a noise...I...I just wanted to make sure you were ok." She stumbled, distracted by staring at his shirtless chest. His muscular body was enough to stop any woman in her tracks, but it was the first time she had been mesmerized by it.

  "Did you find anything?" He asked, moving closer and invading her space. She shook her head no; she couldn’t get out the words she wanted to say. "I'll keep you safe; I promise." He conveyed, softly pulling her chin upward so she could look into his beautiful face. Razon picked up the gun she had placed on the floor then placed both of them on the dresser behind him.

  Before she knew what was happening, they were locked in a deep kiss. His soft, masculine hands caressed her back. Closing her eyes, she was sucked in further to this passionate sensation. She placed her small hands on his body, sliding down every ripple of his chest and stomach. Her touch made him want her even more as he pulled her to him, body-to-body. With one arm around her body, he slowly walked her back to the bed, not breaking the kiss they were engaged in so deeply. Laying her on the bed, he began to kiss around her neck and ears. Even though she knew she should push him away, she couldn't; he felt too good. She could feel his hardness growing firmer against her thigh, which made her pussy throb, wanting to feel him inside her. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head with every touch of his lips.

  Razon's hands carefully lifted her shirt, exposing her hard nipples. He didn’t hesitate to put each of them in his mouth, carefully teasing them with his tongue.

  "Razon...I...mmm," was all she managed to say before Razon came back up to kiss her lips. He wanted to make sure she didn’t have the opportunity to think about pushing him away before he showed her how he really felt. Pulling his body up, he positioned himself so that Lisa could feel his rock-hard manhood. She sank deeper in his kiss and almost didn’t feel him pulling her pajama pants down.

  "Razon..." She pulled away from his kiss but he didn’t stop pulling her pants off. Since he was already down there, he dove face-first into her juices, causing her tense body to loosen up. All Lisa could do was throw her head back on his plush pillow and enjoy every flick of his tongue. Her body began to move involuntarily. Part of her wanted to stop before they went further. On the other hand, every inch of her body yearned for him to continue. She began to move to his rhythm as her body reacted to all the areas he touched.

  "Oh my god," she said softly. Razon listened and smiled, continuing to make her feel his passion. Feeling a passionate climax rising, her breath shortened. Razon wanted to be as greedy as possible with the time he had with her; he was aware that he may not get this opportunity again. With every touch of her hand and every sound of her voice echoing in his ear made him long for her. Before she reached her ultimate climax, he moved his face and rubbed his rock hard member against her clit. He could see the uncertainty in her eyes; smiling, he told her to relax. Carefully, he slid his monster inside her love box, watching her back arch at the feeling.

  “I got you. Don’t worry; I’ma take care of my baby.” His reassuring words followed the rhythm of his stroke as Lisa took all of him in. Because he knew her body was not fully healed, he was careful with her.

  She thought about all the rules she was breaking. To a degree, she didn’t care; she was sure it was what she wanted. The flow of his stroke became an intimate heartbeat between both of them. Each touch resulted in uncontrollable passion, drawing them in deeper. Lisa gasped at the point of penetration. It had been so long since she experienced how good a man could feel. Her body began to react uncontrollably to his every movement. She could feel every part of her body follow the rhythm of his deep strokes.

  With as much strength as she could muster, she attempted to pull away from him. Razon kissed her lips, wrapped his massive arms around her body, and pulled her closer.

  "You want me to stop?" He asked as she shook her head no. "No what?" He asked with a little more authority while diving deeper into her ocean. Although she tried to keep her voice low, he could hear her calling his name, so he increased his speed, making her voice louder with each stroke. "No what?" He asked again with a little more authority in his voice.

  "No, baby...don’t stop!" Lisa almost screamed out. Razon kissed her lips and neck, not breaking stride from his long stroke. He didn’t expect to get caught up in how good she felt; he wanted to be in control, but he could feel himself being drawn into her goodness. Therefore, he had to change positions before he climaxed before she did; he was determined to get every drop of her. He pulled out of her but she wanted more of him, so she tried to pull him back to her. Swiftly, he grabbed her up from the bed and turned her around, positioning her on her knees, applying pressure on her back, and curving it to the perfect arch. Without hesitation, he slid his thick member back into her juicy, love box. Upon entrance, she screamed out because she could feel every inch of him fill her up. There was nothing she could do but drown her screams in his pillows. She couldn’t believe he felt so good.

  Razon continued to stroke her, trying to hold onto the feeling so he wouldn’t explode before she did. Watching her ass bounce off his body was enough for him to climax, but he couldn’t let that happen. With her face embedded in the pillow, he listened to her scream and moan out his name. This was the moment he had been waiting for since he started working as a rookie cop in her department. There was nothing that could break this moment. Suddenly, Razon began to feel nauseous but it didn’t stop the flow of his stroke. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being deep inside the woman he loved.

  As soon as his eyes closed, he saw images that disturbed him–images of the dead bodies in each of the crime scenes he had ever visited. Razon was always known to have a strong stomach. Typically, he was unaffected by even the most gruesome crime scenes, but these images were having a bigger impact than usual. Flashes of bloody images filled his mind so badly that he couldn't see clearly. As quickly as he could, he tried shaking his head hoping to clear his mind and get his thoughts back on Lisa.

  He continued to long stroke her while leaning over to kiss her back. She moaned out in ultimate pleasure; he sensed she was enjoying the experience as much as he was.

  "Razon...Razon...," she called out with labored breath. The mere sound of her voice brought him back to reality. "Oh...my...god...baby!" She screamed just as all of her juices oozed all over his still hard me
mber. When her body collapsed on the bed, he smiled; he was satisfied with her reaction. Turning her around, he gazed into her beautiful eyes.

  "Oh wow; that was incredible!" She conveyed, still trying to get her breathing and heartbeat back to a normal pattern. Leaning down, he kissed her softly until she fell asleep. He wanted more of her, but for now, he would let her sleep because she would need it.

  Razon got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up as well as soak up the feeling that he finally got Lisa Coleman in his bed. Exiting the bathroom, he returned to his room and noticed there was a red tint covering the room. The red was almost blinding, but he could still see Lisa lying in the bed asleep. He shook his head again. Even though the red tint was still there, he walked over to the bed to lay with Lisa. Before reaching the bed, he heard a voice that stopped him in his tracks.

  "Did that feel good?" The voice behind him asked. A deep baritone continued to speak to him. "Answer me; did that feel good?" Razon wanted to turn around and attack whoever had broken into his house, but when he realized the guns were missing from the table in the corner of the room, he knew he needed to handle the situation carefully so as not to get anyone hurt.

  "Yeah...yeah, it felt great." Razon said with a slight attitude. "What do you want, other than to watch me fuck?" Razon asked, but he was sure it was the same person that had been terrorizing his life for the last few days. Razon tried to turn around slowly just so he could finally see who this man was, but could feel the barrel of a gun pressing hard into his back.

  "You enjoyed it but you still didn’t get off. Huh...it wasn’t until you began to think of dead bodies and bloody images that you started to enjoy sex," the voice said softly in his ear. Razon shook his head. How could he know he had those images during sex.

  "That’s not true." Razon tried to say with confidence. "Those images didn’t excite me; it was disgusting." The man emitted a devilish snicker. It was clear to Razon things may not end well, so he needed to think of a way to get Lisa out of there before she got hurt again.

  "Face it, death excites you...makes your dick hard. Trust me, I know how you feel," he laughed. Razon didn’t find anything funny. "I wonder would you get a good nut if you choked her until she was dead."

  "You’re a sick mutha fucka." Razon said looking at Lisa, still trying to figure out a way to get her out of there.

  "Why don’t you try it? Wrap you big hands around her small neck and apply as much pressure as possible. It won’t take long before you snap her in two then maybe you would cum.” The voice laughed.

  Recognizing Lisa would be in danger if he didn’t react quickly, he swung around with his fist ready to land a massive blow. As many times as he swung, he realized he was only swinging at air. A deep, sinister chuckle filled every corner of the room, making it impossible to figure out where it was coming from. “Where are you, you sick son of a bitch?” Razon yelled.

  “Razon, are you ok?” Lisa asked still asleep in his bed, completely exhausted, and drained of energy. Glancing around the room, Razon realized the red tint that enveloped the room was gone; everything appeared normal again. The two guns were on the stand where he left them, and there was no other sound in the room but Lisa’s voice. Now I’m dreaming while I’m awake, Razon thought to himself. He looked at Lisa, realizing that even though he wanted to get back in bed with her, he would have to stay up to guarantee her safety.

  “I’m fine. Go back to sleep beautiful.” He reassured her as he walked over to the stand, grabbing both guns then over to the bed to kiss her forehead. She smiled as she drifted back to sleep. Razon sat at the foot of the bed with his eyes on every corner of the room and the gun in his lap, cocked and ready to fire. Razon wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not, but he couldn’t permit the wild dreams to cloud his judgment. There was no way he would allow any harm to come her way from anyone, not even himself.

  Chapter 8

  For the most part, Dawkins Correctional Facility was like any other prison, which was also a place he shouldn’t be. Tae lay on the top bunk of a two-man cell, still nursing a black eye from a gang fight. Tae had been a diehard 10th Mob member, following Smoove through every adventure he put before him, but being locked up was something Tae was enduring alone. Just like on the streets, it was important to walk and stand tall with the squad you belonged to. Because they were targeted by other gangs and most likely would be attacked, no man was to stand alone. Tae had even known squad members who had gotten locked up and the head-man sent other members to be locked up with him, just so he was protected until it was time to be released. That was not the case for Tae. Standing alone, he was the only 10th Mob member in Dawkins, which made him an easy target for rival gang members to attack. Tae was alone, and even though he wouldn't admit it, he was scared for his life.

  After almost an hour ride, Lance checked in at the guard gate, waiting in line to be checked into Dawkins Correctional Facility. Today, Lance looked completely different from when he normally walked the street with 10th Mob. Jeans and hoodies would not be the attire today. Lance handed the guard his identification card just as the other guard ran his hands across his arms, chest, and legs of his Armani suit. Lance was clean, dressed to impress with his long, thin dreads pulled back, braided along the crease of his neck, and hanging down the middle of his back.

  "Sir," a guard said to Lance, "I'm going to have to ask you to step to this side and take your hair down." Lance moved in the direction the guard was pointing at, removed his sunglasses from his face as well as his suit jacket, and neatly laid them on the table in front of him. Recognizing all eyes were on him, he carefully and slowly began to remove his braids to indicate there was nothing in his hair that could be used as a weapon.

  After being examined again under heavy scrutiny, the line of visitors inside the prison continued to move forward, with guards aiming their guns at anyone who gave them reason to use firepower. Lance did as he was told and made sure he didn't step out of line. This was not the place or time. Besides, he wanted to make sure he could see Tae. He had some serious questions that needed to be answered and knew Tae was the only one who would tell it to him straight.

  Within minutes, the visitors were led to a room as large as a small cafeteria with tables strategically places, so the guards could watch every interaction from any spot in the room. Lance picked a table that was closest to a window, so they could focus their attention on something other than the people in the room. Tae was known for staring off into space, so Lance didn’t need him making eye contact with any other inmate. Two guards positioned themselves by the door in the back of the room, waiting for a signal that the inmates were lined up, orderly, and ready to enter to visit their guests.

  Soon after the door opened, almost instantly, Lance could see Tae handcuffed in a line with other inmates. His eyes were cast down toward the floor, as they all were. It was a sign to the guards that the inmates were not looking for a reason to be sent back to their cells without seeing the visitors who came to see them. Lance could already see the change in Tae. He didn’t look like the same young punk that followed him and Smoove around; he looked like he had experienced and adapted to life behind prison walls. Tae's chocolate face was now covered with facial hair. However, his black eye was extremely noticeable. His chest puffed up as he saw Lance at the table waiting for him. No matter what Tae was going through, he would not show Lance he was weak. Once the guard unlocked his handcuffs, he walked over to the table and stood strong in front of Lance.

  "My lil nigga." Lance stood up and gave Tae a quick bro man hug, detecting the stiffness in Tae's body. Lance recognized that he was definitely defensive and for good reason.

  "What up." Tae looked directly into Lance's eyes then sat down. Lance was not accustomed to that reaction from Tae, but under the circumstances, he could understand.

  "How you holding up in here?" Lance asked, but Tae had a few questions of his own.

  "You coming to tell me when the fuck I’m gettin' outta this bitch?"
Tae's voice was stern and to the point.

  Lance looked him in the eyes and said, "We’re working on it," even though he knew it wasn’t true. Tae knew it too. He scoffed and thought to himself, yeah right.

  "So what da fuck you want? I ain’t heard shit from nobody from da Mob, and you walking up in here like you the big nigga on deck." Tae looked him in the face with his lip curled up.

  "Watch yo fucking mouth lil nigga!" Lance could feel heat creeping up in his body from the mere thought that Tae was trying to disrespect him. He had been with 10th Mob for too long; he should know by now that Lance was not the one to fuck with.

  "Watch my mouth! That’s all you and Smoove got to say to me? Nah, man, fuck that!" Tae blurted out with just enough volume in his voice for Lance to hear him. "I took one for the team, and I didn’t have to. That muh fuckin cop was on my back in that house. I coulda got his ass da fuck up off me, but Smoove made it out like he wanted me to get caught so he could get his ass. Telling me 'lay down, stay down, I got you.' I laid down and I ain’t heard shit from none of you niggas. I’m in this muh fucka by myself representing da Mob, and for fucking what? Don’t none of you niggas give a shit about me or what da fuck happens to me. Getting fucked up ‘cause niggas in here see me on my dolo, they trynna bitch me up, and dat shit ain’t fuckin happening. Niggas got more respect for me in here for fuckin up a cop than I get from my own squad." Tae spoke his mind, and didn’t care if that wasn’t how he was supposed to come up to one of the top men in 10th Mob. His blood was boiling; he was waiting for Lance to give him a reason to jump on him from across the table. At this point, he didn’t care if the guards locked him down in solitary confinement. But he was certain that before Lance left, he would know exactly how he felt.