Bottom Bitch 3: The Revenge Kill

by Racquel Williams

  "Damn you Alijah! Why did you have to take my daddy away from me?" I yelled out.

  "Jackson, time to go,” the butch-looking bitch yelled and interrupted my thoughts.

  Sierra Rogers

  The day that I got back to the U.S., Richmond's detectives were waiting to question me. My lawyer was already waiting on me at the station. On my way there, all kinds of thoughts were floating around in my mind. What the fuck they want with me, I thought as I pulled in the parking lot.

  "Hello Ms. Rogers. I'm Detective Donahue. I believe your lawyer briefed you on why we are meeting here."

  I didn't say a damn word. I hated the fucking law and my hatred for them had gotten even deeper since they killed my man. I knew that I had to watch their slick asses. They're good for switching up people's statements. I also knew that because I was Alijah's woman, they would be trying to tie me up in all his shit. I came prepared for whatever they decided to throw at me.

  "Ms. Rogers, you are one lucky woman. You've survived two attempts on your life," the white pig said.

  “I don't think it’s luck. I also don't see your concern, because if I'm correct, it was the woman that was working for y'all that tried to kill me while y'all was outside listening," I spat.

  "The feds were the ones, not our office. And to be honest with you, after reading the report, you are not that innocent yourself,” he said. “Your dead, drug-dealing boyfriend dragged you into all this chaos. Not us.”

  "Listen detective whatever the fuck your name is. You know nothing 'bout my man, so watch yo’ fucking mouth. Y'all killed him and took him away from his only child. To make matters worse, y'all dragged me in here with some more bullshit."

  "Detective, please proceed with this interview. I have other cases to tend to this afternoon and my client also has things to do." I love my fucking lawyer. He didn't waste time making small talk.

  "Sure. Let’s get down to business. Ms. Rogers, I'm investigating the disappearance of Neisha Taylor. She's been missing for quite a few months. After doing a thorough investigation, I learned that you two used to be close friends, but fell out right before she vanished."

  I looked up at this cracker. "So what are you saying? That's how it is. Sometimes females go through drama, but what her disappearance has to do with me?"

  "It has a lot to do with you. We pulled phone records and you are one of the last people that she talked to. The victim also told her mother she was meeting up with you."

  "I have no idea what you're talking 'bout. So what she called me? We talked for a quick second, and then I hung up." I stared him directly in the eyes.

  "It doesn’t bother you that your friend of over fifteen years just disappeared into thin air?"

  "Since you did yo’ homework detective, you already know that Neisha and I were no longer friends. Before that phone call, I hadn't seen her in months." I didn’t flinch one bit.

  “Ms. Rogers, we are fresh into the investigation and I owe an explanation to her poor mother, who just wants to know what happened to her daughter. This ain't over by a long shot."

  “Well I hope you find your answer, but as you can see, you're barking up the wrong tree. I have nothing to do with Neisha or her disappearance. So it seems like you should be out there searching for her."

  "Maybe, but I have a good feeling about this. Your boyfriend is dead, but you're still here and trust me, soon as I gather more information and evidence, I will be coming for you," he said and winked at me.

  "Unless you're charging my client with something, we are leaving. Detective, you have my number; please don't hesitate to call. I advise you and your department to stay away from my client. If y'all keep it up. I will slap Richmond PD with a harassment lawsuit."

  "Ha ha. I hear you counselor. Make sure you stay on that payroll, 'cause I'm coming. Have a good day folks."

  "Let’s go Ms. Rogers. We're finished here."

  I walked out the door with my attorney following close by.

  "They have nothing on you. He’s just trying to rattle you a bit. Basically, he’s trying to dig."

  "Dig for what? I don't know shit 'bout that woman’s disappearance."

  "Trust me, if they had any kind of evidence, they would've charged you. All they have is the phone record showing the woman contacted you on the same day she disappeared. I think you should go on ‘bout your business and not worry ‘bout a thing.”

  “Yeah, but I’m mad as hell. This fucking police department is trying to get me caught up in some bullshit. I’m going home; call me if you hear anything else.”

  “Okay, Ms. Rogers. You look like hell. Get some rest and don’t worry yourself.”

  I walked off toward the parking garage. I put on a good show in front of them, but deep down, I was shivering. Only three of us really knew what went down. Two were dead, and I wasn’t talking. I knew Alijah’s boys helped him to clean up the mess, but I wasn’t worried about them talking either. I hurriedly walked to my car. My head was pounding and I just needed to lie down. I had so many things to take care of, but lately I couldn't seem to focus. During the daytime I was fine, but at night I can’t sleep. I've been popping Percocet and Xanax just to help me through the rough times.

  "Why did you leave me Alijah? I need you," I said as I drove down Broad Street.

  ***

  I stopped by the store to see Mo' and to let her know that I was leaving. I made up my mind last night to get out of Virginia. I used to have mad love for Richmond, but after all that went down, I could no longer live there; too many memories of Alijah. Besides, since he died, we've been living in the hotel because the feds took the house.

  I wasn't tripping; I had no intention to live in that house anymore. Everything inside reminded me of him.

  I smiled as I recalled the day when Alijah first brought me around there. The feeling of happiness that I felt. I thought we would have some good memories, but instead he was gone and all I was left with was pain and anger.

  "Hey boo," I greeted Mo'.

  "Hey love. I tried to call you earlier."

  "Girl, my phone was turned off. Then as soon as we landed, my lawyer told me that the fucking detectives wanted me fo’ questioning."

  "What! For what?"

  "For Neisha. These motherfuckers think I got something to do with her disappearing."

  "Bitch nah. What in the world would make them think that? You been through enough as it is. You don't need to be dragged into no damn investigation. They need to be looking at the fucking dope boys. That bitch might owe them money. I mean I feel bad and all 'cause we grew up wit' the bitch, but fuck her; she's a snake."

  "Girl, I don't know what happen to the bitch and I couldn’t care less if she's dead. That bitch betrayed me by givin' an outside bitch info on me. She lucky I didn't kill her when I had the chance."

  "They tryna fuck with you 'cause of Alijah's situation. They embarrassed that an outside nigga made a fool out of their city and made a fool out of them.”

  “When does this shit end? I’m tired for real. Sometimes I just want to crawl into a hole and stay there.”

  “Listen bitch; I can't say I understand, ‘cause I’ve never been in your situation. I do know you’re one strong bitch and the Sierra I know would not talk like this. You'll be a’ight soon, just give it time boo.”

  I hear you Mo’, but I'm trying. Some days are better than others. I miss my man terribly; sometimes at night, I lay down and as soon as I close my eyes I see him. I want to touch him, I want to tell him I love him one last time, but I can't.”

  “That's just your mind fucking with you. You was his ride or die and I wouldn't be surprised if he followed yo’ ass back from Jamaica.” She busted out laughing.

  I sat there in silence. I knew no one would understand the pain I was in, not because they were not trying, but simply because unless it had happened to them, they couldn’t tell how much it hurt.

  "So, I'm leaving Virginia."

  "You're leaving? Bitch stop playing."


  "I'm dead-ass serious. I'm thinking about moving down south maybe Atlanta. I heard houses out there are cheaper. Plus, I plan on opening another shop eventually.”

  “When did you come up with this idea?” she asked as she side-eyed me.

  “I've been thinking about it ever since I got out of the hospital. It’s nothing in Richmond for me anymore. Azir is going to live with me soon and I can't raise him up here. The streets don't love them young boys and I already lost his father. I can’t risk losing my son also.”

  “Damn bitch, you act like I'm not here. I mean we're not blood, but I thought we shared something special.”

  “Damn Mo’, this ain’t about you. I need to do this for me. You’ll always be my partner and we can visit each other.”

  “Yeah…you know what Sierra; I've been patiently waiting for over a year. I stuck by yo’ side through everything. Good or bad right or wrong. You call I'm there.”

  “And I thought that's what friends are for. Right?” I looked at her for reassurance.

  “Sierra cut the bullshit out. I'm not talking about no friendship.”

  “I'm lost. What the hell are you talking about?”

  "I mean, Sierra you know I like you more than just your best friend. I want us to be together.”

  “Bitch you trippin’. You know I'm not gay and what you mean you want us to be together?”

  “So I'm good enough to suck on your pussy, but I'm not good enough to be with?”

  “Mo’ come on girl, you trippin’. We did what we did, but I've kept it real with you from day one. I could never be with a woman. I love dick too damn much; after I get my pussy ate I be wanting to be fucked by a man. I don't know ‘bout anybody and how they live their life, but it’s just not for me; not every day.”

  “You keep wasting your time on these no good ass niggas, when I'm right here. I love you Sierra and can make you happy. I watched how that nigga dogged you out and I was there when you was hurting. C’mon Ma.”

  “Mo’ I came to you because you my bitch. I never knew you was on some personal shit. Yes, we fucked around, but that's all it was. I love you as my right-hand bitch, but I’m not in love with you.”

  “I feel you. I'm not trippin’. You still my ace no matter what.”

  I saw the look of disappointment plastered across her face. I didn’t mean to say it to hurt her, but I had to keep it one hundred with her. There was no hope of us being together, only because it wasn’t my thing. That would be too much pussy rubbing going on, without any kind of dick in the middle. I’m not a hoe, but I love getting fucked by a man.

  “Am I? ‘Cause you just went off the deep end on me just now. When did you get so strung out on pussy? I know you was bi, but you giving up dick is crazy.”

  “Who said I was giving up dick? I just thought since we did everything together, we might as well be together. Like I said no sweat, you my bitch and that ain't goin’ change.”

  “It better not. I appreciate you being in my life. I don't know what I would do without you. Me moving to another state doesn't mean shit. You might even decide to come on down there.”

  "Nah boo, I’m good. I live and breathe Richmond baby, and I ain't going nowhere."

  “I hear you, but on some real shit, please be careful out here. Don't trust these bitches or these niggas.”

  “Sierra, these niggas know better. They know who my brothers are. Anything happen to me, trust me, it's going to be bloodshed all over the city.”

  “I'm good, just take care of yourself and know I'm only a phone call away,” I said.

  “Bitch I'm going to miss your crazy ass. Come here let me show you how much.”

  Mo’ inched closer to me and started to massage my shoulder. She knew damn well that was my weakness. Before I knew it, our lips were locked together. We kissed passionately for a few minutes. Mo’s hand made its way up under my dress and she pulled my drawers down. She stuck her finger inside my already moisturized pussy. The feeling of her soft hand on my clit sent me into a sexual frenzy.

  "No wait, you forgot you’re at work," I mumbled.

  “The door is locked and no one is coming ‘til later. Relax and let me please you.”

  She pushed me onto the sofa, spread my legs apart and placed them on her shoulders. That’s when her tongue made contact with my clit. Mo’ had a way of gently licking on my clit that drove me insane.

  “Oh ohh,” I groaned and moaned.

  I used my hand to give her head an extra push into my sweet pussy hole. I tried to rub on her breasts, but I couldn't focus. She ate my pussy so damn good, I had multiple orgasms; I came all over her face. Until then I had not realized how backed up I was. I was going through so much that sex was the last thing on my mind. After she was finished she walked toward the back, I guess to clean my pussy juice off her face. I grabbed some paper towels that was nearby and wet them. I wiped myself off then grabbed my boy shorts.

  "Damn boo, that ass gettin' fatter." She slapped me on the butt.

  “I don't know how. I lost a shitload of weight. Most of my clothes falling off me. I need a new wardrobe."

  "Yeah, you might’ve lost weight, but that pussy still fat and juicy."

  "Girl shut up! You're too damn wide open. OMG."

  "Sierra, you are an uncover freak and you are in denial that you love pussy. Not me, I love pussy and dick. Best of both worlds.”

  “I’m not undercover anything. You turned me out. I guess you tryna to have me gone off the head, but no boo-boo. I love dick. Big, black, thick, juicy dick all up in my pussy," I teased.

  "I got a big black dildo for that ass.”

  "Fuck you bitch! I don't want no plastic. If I ever want to get fucked, it would be with a real dick with veins."

  "Yeah yeah, whatever. I'm not listening to none of that shit you talking 'bout. You are still a newbie. In a few years, you will be telling me how much you love pussy.”

  "Bitch bye. I got to go. I need to let Jeanette know my plans."

  "So, you taking Jeanette with you?"

  “I mean I'm about to let her know my plans. If she wants to go, then she can go. It’s cool by me if she don't want to go."

  “You really think Jeanette going to leave Richmond?"

  "I don't see why not. She ain't got nobody but me. Like I said, she's grown."

  I stayed a little while longer so we could discuss business. I signed the shop over to her. I was taking most of the money that was in the business account. I knew it was hard starting over, but I was ready to start over fresh, and get away from all the bad memories this city had brought to me and my family.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Shayna Jackson

  “Jackson, get up! You have an attorney’s visit,” the big black C.O. bitch yelled into my cell.

  I jumped up off my bunk, slipped on my shower shoes and walked out of my cell. I glanced up at the clock and noticed it was a little past nine a.m.; it was a little early for an attorney’s visit, but I was eager to see this fool after the way he clowned the other day in front of the feds.

  “Good morning Ms. Jackson.”

  I rolled my eyes and sat in the chair across from him.

  “It’s early for a visit. You must have some good news for me.”

  “Today is the deadline that the feds gave us. The plea will be off the table later on today.”

  “I told yo’ ass and them, that I wasn’t interested in no goddamn deal unless it was me walking out of these fucking doors.”

  “Ms. Jackson, you’re playing a dangerous game. I’m one of the best at what I do, but you already know that. With that said, I’m letting you know if we don’t accept this plea deal and we go to trial, you’re looking at anywhere between twenty-five to life. You’re charged with some serious crimes and the feds are very upset that you committed these crimes on their watch.”

  “I hired you to defend me, so I don’t give a fuck about the feds’ feelings. They fucking used me and left me for dead. Do your fucking job and get me out of her
e.”

  “As an attorney yourself, you should know it’s not that easy to beat a federal case. I filed some motions on your behalf, so I’m waiting to hear back from them. As your attorney, I suggest that we take the plea deal, and ask for leniency. You have a better chance of getting out in little to no time. Your criminal history level is zero, so that plays into how much time you’ll get.”

  “Listen to you. This entire conversation is based on me doing time. Not one time did I hear you say, when I get off. You have no confidence in this case.”

  “Ms. Jackson, I’m in this with you one hundred percent, but as your attorney I have to advise you of the worst possible scenario. You’re the boss, so if you want to go to trial, then that’s what we will do.”

  I sat quietly for a few minutes. I was playing out in my head all the different ways this case could go. My head was telling me to tell the feds to fuck off, but my heart was telling me to think as an attorney. I knew all too well about plea deals. That was how I got most of my clients off. I knew the feds were trying to make an example out of me and I wasn’t going to play into that trap.

  “Take the deal.”

  “What the hell just happened? First you’re against it, and then out of the blue you’re telling me to take the deal?”

  “Make no misunderstanding. I’m mad as fuck, but I can’t risk going to prison for the rest of my life. They think they have the last laugh, but trust me when I tell you, Shayna Jackson always gets what she wants.”

  “Okay… I’m going to head on over to the U.S. Attorney’s office. Give me a call this evening and I’ll let you know where we stand.”

  “Gotcha! Let me ask you a quick question. Do you ever get hard when you stare at my breasts?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me. I see the way you stare at my chest and how you look at me with lust in your eyes. C’mon tell me, does your cock get hard for me?”

  “Ms. Jackson, you’re undoubtedly a gorgeous woman, but it’s strictly professional between us.”