by Larissa
She responds by downing as much as she can while messaging my balls at the same time. I grab her hair and soon after that I release down her warm throat.
“Damn, I’m the shit. I got you cumming this quick,” she says, laughing and positioning herself on top of me.
I laugh.
“Baby, I think I’m beating records around here.”
“Only one way to find out,” I reply back, kissing her on the lips while taking her bra off.
“What way is that?” she asks, biting on my neck.
“You’ll see.”
For the rest of the night I bang into Harmony’s wet pussy, loving the feeling and sounds we are creating. Sounds like music to my ears. It is my black out from thinking about Rayla.
My Hustler’s Keeper
-14-
RAYLA
Granny never told me there’d be days like this. And if she did I would have never believed her. In all my nineteen years on this earth, I never pictured myself in this situation. This is some shit I’d watch on movies or hear about on the news.
But never in my wildest dreams, would I have imaged I, Rayla Shine Knight, daughter of the infamous Bonnie and Clyde of the 1990s, Sincere and Rayla Knight, sister of the most well-known ‘kill a nigga just for looking at you wrong’ Sincere Knight, and girlfriend of the sweetest on the inside, yet hard on the out Daniel Johnson, would be in this situation. Shit, I was born into this ratty ass life style. I never asked to be apart of it.
I mean, I’d understand if I was being held by some people I didn’t know; then maybe I’d be worried. But by Joe, this some bull. This is the same dude I remember my father’s friend Tone taking under his wing. The same one who’s church my granny and I used to attend when Sincere was gone off to college. And not to mention, if it wasn’t for my brother, his children, and my boyfriend, his fake empire would have been failed. And the same one I considered my own flesh and blood. He got a lot of fucking nerve taking me and killing my grandma.
Then there’s Mary’s brother Malik. He reminds me of Holiday Heart but swears he’s not taking more dicks than the law allow. Shit is crazy! I wouldn’t be surprised if Joe was his lover too. Hell, there’s no way a man as big as Malik is going to let another man slap him around. Not unless you’re scared of him or his bitch. Not to mention poor Mary. Joe has her wrapped around his finger. I’m sure she knows if and when he digs into his nose. But whatever the case may be I’m not going to continue to be a sex tool, punching bag, or victim of Joe’s abuse.
I have to find away out this jam and fast. I know Joe will be back. He always comes back during the night, confessing his sins to me as he pumps his musty body over me.
Looking around the room, my eyes come across some old rusty scissors. A clown smile creeps across my face. Dragging my body towards the table which they are laid out on I use my feet to get the scissors. I slowly begin to cut the duct tape from around my hands and mouth. Joe must have been gone from the pussy. Normally he’d tie me up. But after him sneaking in last night, I take it he forgot to tie me back up. God must have been hearing my prayers because he forgot to take his basement keys as well.
“Stupid motherfucker,” I say, out loud once my mouth is free.
I am hype as I am running up the stairs to unlock the door. As I begin to do so, I hear footsteps coming closer.
“Fuck!” I scream. “Think Rayla think.” I start to panic.
“You know he’s here to fuck. Do what you have to do in order to survive this madness. Then leave.” My thoughts speak to me, and I listen.
I start to rush and put everything back in its place, including myself. I place a new line of tape over my hands and mouth, in record time just as Joe is coming down the stairs.
“You missed me baby?” he asks, taking the tape off and trying to kiss me.
“Go to hell Joe.”
“You first,” he smiles, and says. “But what’s up with the attitude? Daddy ain’t do shit to deserve all this negativity.”
“My daddy died years ago.”
“You sure about that?” he smirks.
“Joe, if you’re going to kill me, do so. I’d rather die then to continue hearing you speak.”
“Look Rayla, I’ma keep it real with you. I never wanted you. It was all Mary’s idea.”
“So do us both the favor and let me go.”
“Can’t do that,” he says.
“Why not?”
“Cause if I do let you go I’ll be dead. You know who’s behind all this. You might tell your brother.”
“Joe, I just wanna go home. I swear I’m not going to tell. Please, just let me go home.”
“You lying bitch. Stop lying!” he screams.
Before I can assure him that I’m not. His hands are coming down hard across my face. A slap turns into some mighty punches. He then starts to rip my clothes off of me.
“Noooooo!” I yell, knowing what he is up to. “Please Joe, don’t do this.”
“Bitch, shut the fuck up!” he screams. Grabbing on my hips, I feel him enter me in one fast motion.
“Joe stop,” I beg him.
“Shut the fuck up.” He starts choking me.
Where the fuck are those scissors? I wonder.
“Shut the fuck up and take this dick,” he yells, tearing deeper inside of my body.
“Moan bitch!” he yells, choking me harder.
Words can’t come out. My life depends on it, yet I can’t force any to form and depart from my voice box.
“Say you love this dick.”
“I love this dick!” I yell out, while crying.
My eyes scan the room for the scissors. I have to get my hands on those scissors. I need to find them. Where the fuck where they?
Bingo, I think as I spot them. Nigga, you’re going to die today, is the only thought that runs through my mind like water.
Flipping him over and getting on top, I begin to fuck him back. Closing my eyes, I start riding as if I am showcasing for a porn flick.
“Fuck me harder,” I find myself saying.
“Damn, I knew you had some good pussy, but I never would have thought it was going to be this good,” Joe says.
“Say you love this pussy,” I say, slapping him and squeezing my pussy muscle tighter.
“I love this pussy baby.”
“Well close your eyes and enjoy the ride.”
“That’s what I’m talking about,” he replies back, doing as I instructed.
“Now I’m about show you how a pro works,” I whisper, trying to get it out sexually from my voice box and into his ear.
Pulling his jeans down, I come across his gun. My eyes grow wide as I am about to have him meet his maker.
“Say you love this pussy Joe,” I say, while moving the gun closer towards me.
“I love this pussy,” he states with his eyes still closed.
“Joe, what the fuck?!” Mary yells.
“C’mon, baby, don’t be mad. Join the party,” Joe says, grabbing me as I try to push away.
“I’m not fucking her.” I broke from his grip and slid over to the corner.
“It’s either that or get the shit beat out of you,” Joe says, standing up and pulling up his jeans.
“Joe, please. Just let me go home.”
“A’ight, suit yourself,” he says, knocking me to my feet. Causing me to black out.
Hours later I woke up inside the same room smelling like piss.
“This nigga pissed on me,” I say out loud.
“That he did,” Mary says, walking closer towards me.
“You went out with one punch,” she says, laughing.
“And I still got some pussy.” She laughs harder.
“Payback is better than pussy any day,” I tell her.
“You’re threatening me?” she asks.
“Nah, that’s a promise,” I tell her, standing up.
“Well I got a message for you to give to your big bad brother.”
“And what’s that?”
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br /> “He should have never touched what belonged to me. And since he wants to play Captain Save-A-Ho, I’ll just take what he loves that most,” she says, pulling out a .22 and pointing it to my chest.
I jumped. But then I charged at her with full speed.
“No the hell you ain’t!” I yell, pushing her into the wall, causing her to hit her head on it.
Damn, Lord knows I should have been done this, I think while running up the stairs and out the church.
“Help me, help me!” I begin to scream for my life.
Running down 111st I turning around to that Mary is on my heels.
“Bitch, I’ma kill you!” she yells out, while holding her head.
“Help me!” I yell, jumping into the nearest taxi.
“Where to miss?” the driver asks, starting up his engine.
“Wilmette,” I explain, in a panicked tone.
“That’s too far ma’am.”
“Here,” I say, handing him the money I took from Joe’s pants.
“Now drove this fucking car to Wilmette.”
My Hustler’s Keeper
-15-
SINCERE
“Help me, help me!” I hear someone yell out while banging on the door.
“What the fuck?” I say, reaching for the doorknob.
Springing the door open tears run down my face as I watch my little sister run into my arms.
“Sincere, you got to kill him. He…he...” She tries to get the words out but the tears are blocking her from speaking.
“Shhhhh,” I tell her, placing my fingers over her lips.
“Come inside.” I pick her up and slam the front door.
“Oh my God!” Harmony says, as she watches me lay her on the couch.
“It’s okay ma. She’ll be okay.”
“Were you ever coming for me?” Rayla asks, still crying and shaking.
“Hell fucking yeah, I was coming. I just didn’t know who had you. I was getting the run-around.”
“You took too long Sincere.”
“I know sis. I know.”
“I thought I was going to die,” she says, crying into my chest.
“It’s okay Ray. I swear after I bury Grandma I’ma make whoever took you suffer.”
That following week in the middle of September, I finally lay my grandma next to my grandfather, on their wedding anniversary. After the burial Daniel pulls me to the side, I know he has a lot on his mind. Shit we, all do.
“Bro, you ready?” he asks.
“Always, my nigga. But shit let me finish burying my first lady first,” I tell him.
“I feel you on that. But man this shit is eating me alive. We have to get Rayla to tell us who had her so we can take these niggas off the map.”
“I understand man.”
“Bro, you don’t know what the fuck I’m feeling. My fucking girl is pregnant and the thought of me not being the father hurts.”
“Don’t even think like that Daniel.”
“I try not to but I can’t,” he admits to me.
“I know it ain’t my baby. We always used protection. I told her kill the bastard but doctors say it can kill her if she has an abortion. I’m going to have to look in the eyes of the baby of the nigga who raped her and pretend to be okay. How am I going to raise another man’s child and keep my cool about the whole thing?”
“Bow your head man. Let’s say a prayer to the man upstairs. He knows what to do,” I tell him.
“Dear God, protect this family and heal us as we try to cope with the loss of our backbone, Grandma dearest. But most importantly protect us on this journey as my right hand and I lay a couple niggas down to rest. I know it isn’t my job to predict nigga’s lifeline. But it is my duty to protect this family of mines. And with that being said Lord, they must go. I’ll face Judgment Day when my time comes. In Jesus’ name.”
“A-fucking-men,” Daniel says.
“Now that’s go find these pussy ass niggas,” I say, drinking the last of my grandma’s favorite drink, Seagram’s Apple Vodka, before leaving.
“Lets start with Joe’s house first. I’m sure this nigga knows something,” I tell Daniel.
** ** **
BOOM!
Daniel kicks the front door of Joe’s home as if he is FBI himself.
“That’s how you kick a door my nigga,” I tell him, stepping inside.
Pop…pop!
Two shots fly past us, causing us to hit the floor. Looking up, getting ready to bust back, I see it is Henry doing the shooting.
“Henry, man it’s us!” I yell out.
“Us? Who the fuck is a us?” he asks, still busting gunshots into our direction.
“Sincere and Daniel man,” I say, standing up.
“You two niggas were about to be worm food,” he says.
“Where is Joe?” I ask.
“Shit, that why I’m here. Homie sent a couple of niggas to run up in my crib, scaring my baby mama and daughter. So you know I had to personally deliver the same message back to his ass. But I’ll catch that nigga slipping like grease. He got to come back to that shit hole of a church.”
“You better hope you catch that nigga before I do. I got some questions and I know he can answer them,” Daniel says, leaving out and going towards my Escalade.
“Look man, I got to bounce. But hit my line when you spot homie,” I tell, Henry leaving out as well.
“No doubt,” he says, making his way towards his own ride.
“Where y’all niggas going tonight? Wanna hit up a few clubs with the ladies or go out to eat? It will get our minds off this shit that’s been taking place,” he suggests.
“Hell yeah, I do,” Daniel says, getting out my ride and entering Henry’s ride.
“I don’t think Rayla will be in the mood seeing that we just buried Grandma, but it don’t hurt to ask,” Henry says.
“Count me out. I’m going home. I must take care of some things with your sister first. I have a plan, and I’m hoping it works,” I say before getting into my car and driving away.
** ** **
“What the fuck Sincere?!” Harmony yells out at me, while throwing knives in my direction.
“You got to be fucking kidding me. You can’t be serious.”
“Yeah ma, I’m dead fucking serious,” I tell her, ducking.
“This is some bullshit.”
“I can’t do this shit anymore. I need some time to clear my head.”
“You’re breaking up with me?” she asks, still throwing shit towards me.
“I just buried my fucking grandmother, my sister is going crazy, and to top everything off the FBI is still on my back. I just need some time to breathe,” I lied.
My thoughts came to me. I know that Mary is going to find away to get Harmony, which means Joe will be in the mix also. And I need her to follow these niggas by the thread if she has to. I already mapped out the time that I would give this nigga to live. I just need Harmony to keep her in my reach. I am done playing. She has to know something. And this not picking up and then pulling this disappearance act is the icing on the cake for me. Her and Joe are my targets and I will personally blow their candles out like I’m making a wish.
“So what are you trying to say? You think I’m setting you up?” she asks, stepping closer.
“Nah, that ain’t even going through my head right about now.”
“So you wanna break up with me but you can’t give me a legitimate reason as to why?” She has stopped throwing knives and is now standing within arm’s reach.
“I can’t give you one now Harmony. But I know me and you ain’t gon’ work out.”
“So just like that we’re done?”
“Yeah Harmony, just like that.” I watch as her body language tenses up. It’s as if her soul has just left her body, as the tears run free from her hazel eyes.
“When you get it together Sincere, promise me you’ll come back for me.” She says, as she opens the front door.
“I promise,” I
reply back with no hesitation. “I love you ma but right about now, I don’t know who to trust. And I’m not saying that you’re the one to blame. But before I go and say some shit I will regret I’d rather we end it now,” I honestly tell her.
“You’re going to regret the day you made me somebody else’s keeper.”
“So what you saying?”
“I’m saying you basically gave another person your queen. You know damn well I’m going to have to marry Mary. And instead of letting me help you, you’re basically throwing me to the wolves. It’s not just about you Sincere. All this drama involves us too.” Her words come crushing down on me like a ton of bricks.
“I love you, Sincere Knight but—.”
“But what?” I ask, cutting her off.
“If going through all of this means losing me then in my heart we were never meant to be at all. You supposed to trust me and allow me to be there for you. Not throw me away like leftovers for another person to come and get. I love you and I know you’re trying to protect all of us. But this is not protecting.” Shaking her head she shuts the door, walking out my life.
“Fuck!”
I throw a framed picture of us that we had taken on her birthday last year against the wall and watch it shatter into pieces. Man, I hope like hell this plan works. Otherwise I just lost it all.
My Hustler’s Keeper
-16-
SINCERE
The hurt in her eyes, the pain in her voice is enough to make a nigga lie down and die. Watching Harmony walk out and leave is like Obama without Michelle, impossible to bear. I know what I’m doing is wrong; I could have told her what I had in mind up front. And now here it is Thanksgiving and I still haven’t got the balls to pick up the phone and call her.
Rumor has it the wedding for her and Mary is scheduled for June 25, about seven months from now. Man, this shit is getting more and more fucked up by the minute. I still haven’t seen nor heard from Joe, and Rayla still won’t tell anyone who kidnaped her.
“Sincere, you need to get out this bed and go talk to her. Better yet go get her,” Rayla says, coming into the room, interrupting my thoughts.
“Talk to her and say what Rayla?”
“I don’t know. Just get the hell up. You’ve been lying in bed looking like a lost child for the last few months. Just lying in bed and looking at the wall will not solve anything. I bet you haven’t even taken a bath with your smelly ass.”