Bottom Bitch 3: The Revenge Kill

by Racquel Williams

  It took me awhile to get used to being around Mom even though she seemed cool. I guess at first, I didn't really give her a chance. Growing up as a child in Jamaica and seeing my homies with their moms and pops I used to feel some type of way. Pops was dead, but I always wondered why she wasn't there. I remember nights lying in bed just thinking about her. My grandma did the best she could, but it wasn't the same; I always felt empty inside. No disrespect, but I turned to the streets because I was searching for the family that I never had. I had some grand uncles, but one was a crack head and the other always had his hand out every time I went around. It was cool at first, but then I cut that shit off. Fuck them, ain’t shit was wrong with them, why couldn't they work? I heard stories that my dad used to look out for them. Guess what? I wasn’t my dad and in my book if a nigga didn't work, then the motherfucka didn't eat.

  I heard a loud knock on the door, which immediately interrupted my thoughts.

  “Give me a minute,” I hollered after I hid my gun underneath my mattress. “Come on in.”

  “Hey baby boy, it’s yo’ mama,” Mom-Dukes said as she peeked her head in the door.

  “Hey Ma, what a gwaan?”

  “Nothing much. Just wanted to talk to you ‘bout school and your future.”

  “School? I’m done wit’ that.”

  “Done? You’re only finish wit’ high school, now you need to get into college, so you can get an education.”

  “Listen Ma, no disrespect to you, but a my music mi a pursue right yah now.”

  “Music? You need a freaking education first; then you can talk ‘bout music.”

  “Nah, that’s wha you want. A nuh dat mi a pree.”

  “Boy listen, you came here to go to school and get yo’ life in order. I be damn if I’m going to sit around and watch you waste your life. Don’t think your grandma didn’t tell me ‘bout you running the streets.”

  “Like mi tell yuh before, I ‘ont know what she told you, but fi real I wasn’t doing shit.”

  “Boy, you better watch yo’ mouth. I know one thing; as long as you live under my roof, you will get a job or go to school.”

  “Ma, it ain’t no thing to move out. Just come out and say it.”

  “You missing the point. I lost yo’ daddy to the streets and there’s no way I’m going to lose my only child too. The streets don’t love nobody and these niggas you’re running with, are the same ones that will turn on you. You better listen.”

  “So let me get this right; ‘cause Pops messed up his life, I have to suffer? I’m not him; I wish you’d realize that. All my life all I ever hear is Alijah this, Alijah that. Goddamn, I’m not Alijah. I’m Azir, go off on me when I mess up, not off what that man did.”

  I swear I was sick and tired of all these muthafuckers using my pop’s shit to throw on me. The fucked-up part is they were not telling the entire story.

  “Azir baby, I know I haven’t been there like I was supposed to, but I was going through a rough time after your dad passed and me getting shot. I really thought leaving you with your grandma was the best thing to do for you.” Tears started to flow down her face.

  “Ma, come here. Don’t do that, I hate to see you cry. I didn’t mean to get you upset.” I got up and wrapped my arms around her.

  “Ma, I know you love me and want the best fo’ me, but I’m no longer a little yute. I’m grown now and I have to make my own mistakes.”

  I knew she was hurting, but I had to keep it one hunnit wit’ her. I wasn’t going to college and I wasn’t gonna lie to make her happy. Hustling was in my blood and there was no way I was leaving the streets; not now anyway. Things were finally coming together; I’d linked up with some cats and we were getting ready to show these lil’ hustlers in the A, how it’s really done. Top Shotta Posse was getting ready to take over.

  She finally got her tears under control; I took her hands and looked her in the eyes.

  “Aye Ma. I’m not a little boy no mo’. I want to know what went down with my pops, you and that other woman.”

  “Azir, what other woman are you talking ‘bout?”

  “Ma, come on. That Shayna lady, Pop’s wife.”

  I peeped the surprise on her face. Yeah I read all that in the papers that my grandma was hiding. I was tired of e’erybody trying to lie to me. Shit I was grown; trust me, I could handle the truth.

  We sat on the bed together as she took me on a journey of when she and pops met, along with details about e’erything that went down between them. By the time she got to the part about getting shot, my blood was boiling hot. I continued listening so I could get an understanding of how things played out. I felt a teardrop on my arm. This bitch not only tried to kill my mom twice, she even threatened my life, set my dad up with the feds and she was still breathing. I had a few questions, but the main one was, if my pops was such a thoroughbred, why didn’t he body this bitch when he first learned that she was fuckin’ his homeboy? This was one of the reasons why I didn’t trust them bitches. They ain’t loyal.

  “Ma, I’m ‘bout to head to Atlanta real quick.” I kissed her on the forehead.

  “Please be careful out there in them streets.” She grabbed my arm.

  “Ma trust me, I am.” I smiled and walked off.

  I couldn’t wait to get out of the crib. I locked the front door and jumped into my ride. I pulled a bag of Dro out of my glove compartment and rolled it up. I sat in the driveway and took a few pulls. The minute the ganja hit my brain, it was like it gave me a new life. I no longer felt closed in.

  As I pulled off, I noticed Mom dukes peeping out her bedroom window. I wish she’d lighten up a little. After our talk tonight, I had a better understanding and I could respect her feelings more. It placed a smile on my face, knowing I came from the strong love that they shared. It sounded like the perfect hood story with an unhappy ending.

  Driving down I-20 heading toward Atlanta, all kinds of evil thoughts invaded my mind. That bitch Shayna fucked up my family over some paper. This bitch had to pay for her actions. As a young yute, I vowed to get at whoever crossed my pops. I’d always thought it was a dude, only to find out it was the bitch he married. I didn’t know how it was going down, because the bitch was in prison. I had to think clearly, because one false move could seal my fate. Jah know I couldn’t continue living my life like nothing happened. THE BITCH HAD TO BE STOPPED, I thought.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Shayna Jackson

  “Ha ha,” I busted out laughing while I lay on my bunk. I thought I couldn’t survive one day in prison, but here I was still breathing. I’d just finished my nineteenth year. I done changed prisons twice, and now I was in Tallahassee FCI. It’s funny how the feds lock you up in one state, then ship your ass all the way over to the other side of the country.

  I lay on the bed contemplating my next move. I damn sure was tired of these lower class bitches and these fucking guards trying to ruin my life. I mostly hang out at the law library reading up on different cases, or sometimes I might help some of these bitches write up appeal letters. This shit wasn’t free, so best believe that their family members were putting that money into my account.

  It was during one of my researches that my next grand plan slipped in my mind. I almost started laughing, but I looked around and noticed all the nosey bitches were present. I gathered my things and quietly exited the library. A plan like this needed a lot of thorough thinking and had to be executed at the appropriate time.

  ***

  “Hey Officer Gonzalez. How you doing today?” I said in my sexy voice.

  “Well, hello there Jackson. I’m doing better now that I’ve laid eyes on a beautiful sister like you.”

  “I’m happy that I could make you feel better,” I replied as I licked my finger and pointed it at him.

  “Jackson, you really shouldn’t play wit’ my emotions like that,” he grinned.

  I glanced as the nosey bitch from D.C. walked by; she was trying her best to eavesdrop on our conversation.


  “Thanks for the advice,” I said, until she walked off.

  I turned my full attention back to Gonzalez. “Who said, I was playing. I see how you look at me with lust in your eyes. Trust me I know you want some of this high-grade pussy. I haven’t met a nigga yet that could resist this.” I pointed down to my crotch.

  “You’re one beautiful woman. I can’t help it.”

  “Well what are we going to do about it then?”

  “Is than an invitation Jackson?”

  “Unless you’re too scared to be with a real woman,” I teased.

  “Ha Ha. Me scared? Never.”

  “Well prove it then,” I said, while staring at his cock, which by the way, was bulging out of his uniform pants.

  ***

  After a few days of us playing around with each other, we finally decided to do something about it. I was ready and I could tell he was also ready to devour this pussy.

  It was a little past eleven p.m. I lay on my bunk staring at the ceiling, waiting until after count was done and the lights were turned off. I got off my bunk and walked toward the shower room, which was closed for the night. I got into the last booth, farthest away from the door. I took off my pajama pants and my underwear. Shit, I was excited that I was about to get fucked. It’s been years since I’ve felt a cock inside of me. I was kind of nervous, but fuck it; I was that bitch. I watched as he stepped inside of the booth that could barely hold both of us.

  He wasted no time; he started to fondle me. I wasn’t going to lie; the touch of his hand on my pussy sent an electrifying feeling through my entire body. I knew we were pressed for time, so I immediately unzipped his pants and took his oversized cock out of his briefs. I turned away from him, so he could slide inside of me from the back.

  He started penetrating me hard; I was under extreme pressure. Maybe it was the fact that my pussy hadn’t gotten fucked in a while. He grabbed me by the back of my neck as he applied more pressure. I tried not to lose focus of why I was in the damn shower fucking this nigga in the first place.

  “Babe, this pussy is so damn good,” he whispered in my ear.

  “Let me suck you off Daddy.”

  He slid his cock out and I got on my knees. I slowly licked my pussy juice off his cock. I then devoured his thick, oversized, Puerto Rican cock into my mouth. He grabbed my neck and tried to push the whole thing down my throat. Any other time I’d have snapped; instead, this time I welcomed his aggressiveness.

  “Oh shit Mami, I’m about to cum,” he barely whispered.

  That was my cue to suck harder on his cock. I locked my mouth down on that cock and sucked it like my life depended on it, which in reality it really did.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” he said before he let out his cock juice into my mouth.

  I quickly got up, turned around away from him, pretending as if I was gathering my clothes. In fact, I had other things in mind.

  I watched as he tucked his cock back into his pants, pulled the curtain and disappeared into the dark hallway. I tied up the glove and my clothes on, peeped to see if the coast was clear, which it was. I walked back to my living area, put the gloves inside of my locker and grabbed my mouthwash; I walked to the sink and rinsed my mouth out twice.

  I walked back quietly, locked my locker and got into my bed. I was careful not to wake up my bunkie; that nosey bitch that couldn’t hold water.

  I got up bright and early, feeling like a brand new woman with a better outlook on life. I had my counseling session with Dr. Carr, and I had to prepare because it was going to be showtime. I had one of the best roles in my life coming up and I had to be mentally prepared.

  ***

  “Ms. Jackson, how are you feeling today?” Dr. Carr asked.

  “Not feeling well, but I’m hanging in there,” I said, then sat down.

  “Sorry to hear that. We can talk about what you’re feeling and try to see if we can make you feel a little better.”

  “Okay.” I was preparing myself for the grand moment.

  We talked about everything, even about my daddy and I. Doc tried to convince me that Daddy took advantage of me. Fuck what he was saying. Daddy and I had a special bond. I remember the first time Daddy touched my breast; it was special. I felt love and as time went by, I fell deeper in love with him. He gave me all the attention that I needed. I started to hate Mama; I wished she would move away, so Daddy and I could live happily together.

  “Shayna,” this fool interrupted my good thoughts.

  “Yes, sorry. I was in another zone,” I replied, with a sad look plastered across my face.

  “What’s bothering you today? You seem to have something heavy on your mind.”

  I busted out crying.

  “I’m sorry! Did I say something wrong?”

  Poor old fool, he was just like a man, I thought.

  “No, no. it’s just that I don’t want to get anyone in trouble.”

  “Get who in trouble? Your dad is dead, so it’s definitely too late to prosecute him.”

  “No not Daddy…” I managed to get out, while my crying got louder.

  “Shayna, I’m all ears. Who is this person and what kind of trouble are you referring to?”

  “If you insist, but you cannot tell this to anyone Doc. Officer Gonzalez has been forcing me to have sex with him.”

  “Officer Gonzalez. Is that an officer here at the prison?” He looked puzzled.

  “Yes, he works the night shift.”

  “Oh my. How long has this been going on?”

  “Around three weeks,” I mumbled.

  “Can you tell me about it?” he reached over and took ahold of my hands.

  I went on to tell him what I needed him to know about what went down between Gonzalez and I.

  “I do not doubt you, but do you have any evidence of what you told me?”

  “No I can’t… I don’t want to get him in any trouble, plus he said if I told anyone, they’re not going to believe me and I will end up doing more time.”

  “Shayna, you’re a victim of sexual assault. You are the victim here. He used his power to engage you into sexual activities. It’s considered rape because you’re a federal inmate and he is an officer.”

  I started to bawl harder and louder. That was exactly what I needed to hear.

  “I know this is hurtful, but do you mind if I share this with the lieutenant? He needs to be punished for what he did. It is confidential when you confide in me, but I can share this with your permission. If you don’t want me to, I understand.”

  “No, I give you my permission. I’m just tired and want it to go away.”

  I watched as he walked out the door and within five minutes, he returned with Lieutenant Fernandez.

  Here we go, I thought.

  “Ms. Jackson, please tell the lieutenant what you told me.”

  I turned around to face the lieutenant. I made sure he could see the pain I was in. I told my story to the very attentive lieutenant. After I finished talking, she accompanied me to my locker to retrieve the glove that I had spit his cum in.

  I also made a written statement on paper. After they left, some of the nosey bitches came over to ask me what was going on. I rolled my eyes and walked off. These bitches were not going to fuck up what I had going on. I walked into the phone booth and dialed my lawyer’s number. I wasn’t a fool; I was well aware that all phone calls were recorded. I didn’t want to risk saying anything that I had no business saying over the phone. I needed my lawyer to push hard on the outside, and the rest would fall into place.

  Azir Jackson

  I continued building my empire and trying to make my name known in the drug world. In no time, I started to feel the heat from the down south niggas. The fact was they didn’t like outsiders coming in their state and selling shit. They had a bigger problem when it came down to us Jamaicans.

  My entire crew was made up of Kingston cats. Jah T was from Seaview Gardens, Corey and Trevor were from Cockburn Pen. These cats were official top shottas that were
willing to bust their guns in a quick second.

  We didn’t hustle dime bags; we got right into dealing with kilos of pure white fresh off the boat, getting it into our warehouse that we had out in Norcross.

  ***

  I was so caught up in the streets that I almost forgot that I had serious business to tend to. It was time to get my plan into motion. I searched and found a P.I. I called him and we decided to meet up.

  I saw the Jeep Cherokee that he described to me; it was parked on the side of Wade Walker’s Park. I pulled my truck as close as I could get. I exited the vehicle and walked closer toward him.

  “Mr. Jackson. I’m Abe, nice to meet you.”

  “Whaddup.” I gave him dap.

  “Okay, so you have a job for me? Spit it out.”

  “I’ma need to know that I can trust you with what I’m about to ask you to do.”

  “Of course. I ain’t been in this business over thirty something years, by running my mouth,” he chuckled.

  “Aiight cool.”

  We discussed business; I told him what I needed, and he agreed to help me, so I handed him a pic.

  “Pretty lady; she must be special to you.”

  “You have no idea.”

  I handed him ten grand and walked off.

  I jumped into my ride and cut up the music. Sizzla’s “Just One of Those Days” blasted through my speakers as I drove down Rockbridge Road. I was headed to this bitch ’s house that I was fucking. I was in a good mood and needed some pussy to finish the day off right.

  My phone started to ring; I looked down on the caller ID and saw it was my favorite lady.

  “Hey beautiful.”

  “Hey baby boy. I haven’t seen or heard from you since yesterday,” she fussed.