by Tina J
“Oh gawd.” My legs went around his waist.
“You can be mad all you want Vanity, but I promise to kill you if another man touches you again.” I tried to stop him from pounding inside me, but the euphoric feeling and orgasm brewing stopped me.
“I love you Antoine. Baby, I’m cumming.” He walked over to the bed, put my legs on his shoulders and had me screaming. He had to cover my mouth because Ant was in his room playing the game. He usually has the volume loud so I’m hoping it’s the same today.
“I’ll kill for this pussy. You hear me Vanity?” He flipped me over, thrusted harder and squeezed my ass.
“Yes. Fuck yes.” He pulled out and stuck it in my ass. I gripped the sheets, bit down on the pillow and came so hard my body collapsed.
“We not done.” He lifted me up by the stomach, turned me around, sat on the chair and had me ride him.
“Make your husband say your name.” He stared in my eyes before we aggressively kissed one another.
“Fuck me harder Vanity.” I stood on my feet, grabbed his shoulders and went up and down.
“HARDER!” He smacked my ass and I went harder and faster like he asked.
“Oh fuck Vanity. Shit. Got damn I’m about to cum.”
“Say my name.” I moaned out as my body became hotter.
“Vanity. Fuck Vanity you riding me better than you’ve ever done.” I smiled and noticed his eyes rolling.
“Say it again.”
“Vanity Miller I’m about to... oh shit. Oh shit. FUCKKKK!” I had to cover his mouth with mine because he was loud as hell.
We sat there listening to each other’s heartbeat and tryna calm down our breathing. His hands were on my waist and mine were around his neck.
“I don’t wanna fight with you Antoine.”
“Fuck that. After the way you fucked me, I need to get you mad more often.” He laughed and put his face in my neck.
“Let’s take a shower.” He lifted me up and walked us in the bathroom still attached.
DING DONG! DING DONG! The doorbell rang off the hook while we were washing up.
“I got it.” He grabbed a towel and went down stairs.
I finished, threw my clothes on and joined my husband at the bottom of the steps, only to see two cops at the door. Antoine turned to me with an evil face.
“Are you Vanity Miller?” The lady cop asked.
“Yes.” She walked over to me.
“You’re under arrest for the attempted murder of Sharika Holmes...” As the woman read my rights I looked up and saw Ant crying at the top of the steps.
“I’m dropping him off at my parents. I’ll be right there.” Antoine said and placed a kiss on my lips.
“I wanna be there when Haven gets her.” I whispered and he smiled. This is the last straw. The bitch has to go now.
Antoine
“Mrs. Miller, how do you plead?” The judge asked my wife.
Two weeks ago, Sharika had my wife arrested for attempted murder. To say I was upset would be an understatement. Not only did my son cry but my wife had to be placed in handcuffs, booked and fingerprinted. Of course, she never made it behind bars because too many of us are connected for it to happen. It doesn’t change the fact it was done in the first place.
The first thing I did was have the reaper keep an eye on her. Oh, she’s gonna die but if I had it done right away, it would look too shady. Therefore; no matter where Sharika went she was being watched. Vanity also wanted her aunt taken care of as well. Had it not been for her, a lot of this wouldn’t have happened. The cheating, I took full responsibility for but again, had her stupid ass aunt not put her up to it, it wouldn’t have happened.
Now I’m sitting in this courtroom with my kids, both of our families and some local news stations. I didn’t wanna bring my son, but he begged to say goodbye to Sharika. Its like he knew what was gonna happen without anyone saying it.
On the other side held, Sharika’s mother, aunt and a few cousins. I kept seeing Tanna and her sister shaking their heads at my ex. They already knew what it was like everyone else. Too bad, shortly after this court session, Sharika will no longer be around to bother anyone.
“Miss Holmes and her aunt have signed statements accusing you of attacking her at a party and trying to kill her. Do you deny the allegations?”
“No.”
“No?” The judge asked.
“I attacked her to protect my stepson.” Vanity and her lawyer stood.
“Your honor, may I?” The judge shook his head for him to approach the bench. The lawyer handed over papers and went back to Vanity.
“Miss Holmes, do you care to explain why I’m staring at text messages you sent Mr. Miller begging him to take you back.”
“Excuse me.” Her lawyer stood.
“Just scanning over these documents quickly it seems as if Miss Holmes has been discussing Mr. Millers wife in a few, as well as making threats about getting her. Do you care to explain Miss Holmes?” Sharika didn’t say a word.
“Your honor I didn’t receive any of these papers. Can they be removed from…?”
“No they cannot and let me explain why.” The judge took his glasses off and looked in their direction.
“Miss Holmes is claiming her ex’s wife tried to kill her, when in fact by this video all I see is a woman who was in a fight.” We had footage from the party and Vanity’s lawyer sent them to the other lawyer and judge the day before.
“Then, not only did this happen at a child’s party where your client assaulted her own son for whatever reason and sent him to the hospital, she didn’t call the cops or go in an ambulance. Correct me if I’m wrong, but anyone whose almost been murdered would’ve at least contacted the police before the aunt told her too.”
“Your honor, no disrespect but this is crazy.” Sharika’s lawyer said.
“You received the video and every piece of paperwork I did, so I’m sure you saw the affidavit signed by the nurse and doctor working in the hospital. Both of them witnessed Miss Holmes aunt coach her into filing a report in hopes to use Mrs. Miller as a negotiating defense. Should I show the small clip of the birthday party where your client hit her son so hard, he flew into a wall and had a seizure?” The lawyer put her head down.
“Miss Holmes, before I charge you with child abuse, endangering the welfare of a child and filing false police reports, tell me what you really want.”
“I want my son home with me and for my ex to take any bounty’s off my head.”
“Bounty’s Miss Holmes? I’m not sure I know what you’re speaking of.” The judge said.
“Mr. Miller has threatened to kill me and...”
“Miss Holmes you are making allegations again with no credible source to back it up. Do you have any messages, voicemails or even written documentation to confirm this?” Sharika remained quiet.
“Ok. This is what’s going to happen.” He put his glasses back on.
“Miss Holmes, you will be arrested for the charges I read to you a few minutes ago and taken to jail. A bail will be posted, and a court date will arrive in the mail. Mrs. Miller?” He looked at my wife.
“Go home with your husband, take care of your kids and never let a woman who means nothing to you bring you to a place where it’s not necessary.”
“Your honor. How is this relevant?” Sharika’s lawyer asked.
“It’s a shame when a woman can’t let go of a man and does any and everything to destroy his happiness. In my eyes, this is a case of the scorned ex, only she thought bringing Mrs. Miller to court would save her from Mr. Miller.” He glanced over at Sharika.
“Your time is up Miss Holmes. Bailiff take her into custody and case dismissed.” The judge looked at my uncle Marco and nodded. Damn it felt good to have the law on your side.
“Please don’t let them take me.” She cried.
“What is this blasphemy? Why are you arresting her?” Her aunt yelled out. I searched the courtroom for Sharika’s mom and she had tears runnin
g down her face, while Tanna and the rest of the cousins shook their head.
“Goodbye mommy.” Ant hugged her and walked back to Vanity who was engaged in a conversation with the lawyer.
“What’s wrong honey?” My wife asked when he grabbed her hand.
“Ant she is not your mother. Antoine please don’t do this.” Sharika begged as the officer placed the cuffs on her hand.
“Ma’am can you come with me?” Another cop asked Sharika’s aunt.
“For what?” She tried to snatch away, he gripped the side of her arm and walked out the door with her.
“You good?” I asked my wife on the way out.
“Perfect.” She kissed me and I walked them to the car
“Drop them off at your parents’ house and Brayden will bring you to me.” She nodded and pulled off. I waited until they were outta sight, walked to the back of the courthouse and jumped in the truck.
“Antoine how can you put your baby mother through this?” I heard and turned around.
“You didn’t learn to keep your mouth shut. You’re the reason she’s in this. Now sit back and await the fate from the reaper.”
“The reaper?” She questioned.
“Nice to meet you.” He laughed and pulled off while I ignored her the rest of the way.
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“What in God’s name is this?” Sharika’s aunt shouted when we brought her in the hotel.
“Well. This is the last place you’ll see before you die.” My wife said zipping up the blue jumper. Haven made a stop on the way, which is why my wife beat me here.
If you came here to take someone’s life, Haven had you put on a jumper, that covered your body and feet. There’s a certain hair piece, goggles and gloves. You had to be fully covered in case blood splattered on you and with the torture items in here, it’s definitely necessary.
“What are you doing here?” The aunt questioned my wife as if she had the right.
“I’m glad you asked.
POW! She hit Sharika’s aunt so hard she fell against the wall. Vanity started kicking her in the face and wouldn’t stop until I lifted her up.
“I had to baby.” She kissed me and moved to Sharika who hadn’t stopped crying since we left the courthouse.
“I had no problem with you Sharika. You were my husband’s past and even though you kept his son away, we could’ve been a blended family. But you wanted more and you succeeded in one aspect.” Vanity looked at me.
“Sadly, you started coming for me because my husband didn’t want you.” Vanity picked up this heavy ass sledge hammer, used all her might and broke both of Sharika’s knees.
“AHHHHHHH!” She hit the ground hard as hell.
“DAMNNNN!” Brayden and Haven shouted at the same time.
“That’s for getting on your knees to give my husband head.” Vanity dropped the sledgehammer and picked up a pair of scissors.
“This is for talking shit every chance you got.” Vanity nodded and Brayden used this mouth thing to hold Sharika’s mouth open. My wife literally cut her tongue out.
“Now, this is gonna hurt. Any last words?” Vanity toyed with her.
“I’ll be the mother Ant needs because we all know you did a horrible job.” Sharika shook her head no.
“This is for tryna have my husband’s baby.” Vanity picked up this sword looking thing and rammed it straight in Sharika’s stomach. She pulled it out and all of us saw her the blood spill.
“JESUS. PLEASE SHOOT ME.” Her aunt cried.
“No problem.” Vanity said. She took Brayden’s gun and kneeled in front of the aunt.
“I’m gonna shoot you a few times but I want you to feel pain. It’s not the same pain I went through when you advised your niece to try and destroy my family, but any pain will do.”
My wife patted her on the face, stood and let off a shot in her arm, both legs and then her stomach as well.
“Damn cuz. You fucked them up.” Brayden said and started laughing. She took the jumper off along with the other stuff, tossed it down the incinerator and walked over to me.
“Thank you babe.” She placed her arms around my neck.
“Anything for my wife.” We kissed and walked out happy that we don’t have to deal with them anymore. I got in the car and stared at Vanity. I now had a different outlook on my wife. She is definitely a killa.
Harlow
“Thank you for coming.” I hugged one of the older women who used to be friends with my parents. We were at the repast of their funeral.
“It’s so unfortunate to die the way they did.”
“It is. I just hope all their demons were cast out in the process.” I said making the woman look at me.
The day my parents approached me at the restaurant, Marco made them disappear. I never asked what he did because after the last few years of the way they treated me; I could care less.
Sadly, there was an electrical fire in their house and both of them perished. I found out on the news because it spread to the next two houses.
I asked Marco were they deceased first and he told me no. I smiled. My parents were hateful, and I shouldn’t feel this way but when you’ve dealt with the things I did, you’d want them to suffer.
“I’ll see you later.” I told the woman and walked to where my fiancé and son were.
“Hey.” I pecked his lips and sat next to him and Antoine. Vanity had gone to the bathroom and Colby was sitting next to Brielle, who had Aniya on her lap. I really appreciated them being here. I had no friends and as of lately, the only family I do have is my grandparents
“You know that black dress is tight and making my dick hard.” He whispered in my ear.
“I’m ready to go anyway.” I glanced around the room and noticed people leaving and others grabbing plates to go.
“What’s wrong?”
“I really have no family and...” I started tearing up.
“Hold Najae for me.” He passed our son to Antoine, took my hand in his and led me out the back. We got in the black suburban and locked the doors.
“Harlow don’t shed no tears for those motherfuckers.” He sat me on his lap and wiped my tears.
“I’m not shedding them for my parents. I’m shedding them because they treated me like shit, and my cousins continue to harass me.” His hands gripped my ass under my dress making me moan out.
“My father always told me, if you fall in love with a woman make sure she never cries and if she does, it should be happy tears.” He placed a kiss on my neck.
“If anyone bothers or makes her upset you need to eliminate them from her life because it’ll constantly upset her.” He unbuttoned his slacks and pulled them down.
“I haven’t killed your cousin yet because she has a kid. But if you tell me she needs to go, then I’ll do it.” He plunged inside me and held my waist.
“I can do it right now if you want.” He said massaging my breasts.
“Can you?” I moaned and went in circles.
“Soon as we’re finished, it’s done.” I nodded and crashed my lips on his. I loved this man with all my heart and soul.
“Yo, you wetting my dick up a lot.”
“That’s because I love fucking you. Oh gawdddd, I love this.” We began kissing again before he had me get on all fours.
“If I could keep my dick in you all day, I would. Shit, you feel good.” The two of us finished a short time later, cleaned ourselves up and went back in the hall to join everyone else. Marco told me he had to make a call and he’d be right back.
“He fucked you good in the truck huh?” Nikki said standing in front of me.
“Real good Nikki. But then again, I had to make sure he was extremely satisfied before he took your life.” Her mouth fell open.
“What... What did you say?” I smirked.
“You wondered how good the sex must’ve been and like I said, I made it real good since he’s gonna make you disappear. I mean, how could I give him some quick mediocre shit when he
’s gonna make sure all my problems disappear and trust me.” I looked her up and down.
“You’re a motherfucking problem.”
“Harlow, I just be playing when... OH MY GOD!” She shouted and everyone turned around to see her sister at the doorway; dead.
“You’re next. Smooches.” I walked away and sat down next to my extended family. People ran over to the door while all of us sat there conversing like it was nothing.
“We have to go.” Marco came to the table saying.
“Get your grandparents and tell them to walk out. We have less than two minutes to bounce.” He said in a calm tone.
Everyone stood and we exited through the side door. I saw my grandparents walk out at the same time two guys dressed in black went through the front.
“Baby, make sure they get to the car.” I was putting Najae in the car seat.
“They’re in already.” He pointed to some guy closing the door for them.
“Thirty seconds left. Do you wanna watch?” He smiled staring at me.
“No. I need to go home and give my fiancé a treat.”
“Hell yea you do. I’m dropping Najae off because I want it nastier than you’ve ever done.” I threw my head back laughing as he pulled off.
BOOM! I heard and turned around to see a car falling out the sky. Well I’m guessing it blew up and flew in the air. I looked at Marco.
“Oh that’s Nikki. She’ll no longer bother you.”
“What about the baby?”
“Sometimes there’s a casualty but lucky for her, your ex was holding him.”
“My ex?”
“He showed up on our way out the door.” He let me see a photo of Randy holding the baby while everyone else was still looking at Nikki’s sister.
“Are you sure Nikki made it to the car? Why would she leave the baby?”
“Quick rundown of how I made it happen and don’t ask me again.” I heard a little aggravation in his voice.
“The call was made because you’re my fiancé and I don’t like seeing you upset. The bomb was placed under her car and once she started it, it was supposed to blow. As sad as it sounds, had the baby been with her, he would’ve perished as well. And lastly, the bitch screamed out you shot her sister and ran out in search of you.”