by Leo Sullivan
“No I wouldn’t, because Peaches ain’t no killer. She got her good street qualities, but she ain’t like Ze. True, she shot dude, but it was out of fear. If it would make you feel better I’m sure Zero could come up with a way to involve Peaches. Just to show you how much faith I have in what she’s saying. I think that shit would be a piece of cake for her. Let’s hear this plan,” Buff said turning his attention back to me.
I grinned and told them what I’d come up with. The terrified look on Zeus’s face did not change the whole time. He walked out of the room in silence and I waited patiently to allow him the time to process everything. If he told me that he didn’t want me to do it, I’d stop pushing it. I knew that although he hated the plan and my position in it, he knew without a doubt that it would work.
* * *
After I filled Peaches, Teena and Jazmine in on their roles in the murder they were ready to get shit popping. It was the most exciting thing we’d been involved in since our time in juvie. Zeus had finally come around, but he still didn’t want me to do it. He tried to talk me out of it up until minutes before we were to actually start executing the plan.
“Baby, you don’t have to do this. Shit, I don’t even know why Buff’s cool wit’ this shit. He was the main one talkin’ about feelin’ bad for givin’ you the gun to kill Goody. Now he’s conspirin’ in another murder for you to commit.” He shook his head as I embraced him.
“Unlike you, Buff understands who I am. I can’t explain it, but I’m a killer. When I killed Goody it felt so natural. I even thought about killing that bitch Lexie and I can’t explain how it felt when I filled those Cubans with lead. It’s like I was born to do that shit. I would never just kill some innocent person for the thrill, but if someone crosses me or the people I love, I won’t hesitate. That’s who I am and I’m bein’ honest because I love you.”
He nodded. “So you’re tellin’ me that I need to accept the fact that the woman I love is putting herself in danger for me when I’m very capable of takin’ that nigga out myself? How the fuck do you expect me to do that shit? Huh?”
“You loved me enough to kill for me and I love you enough to do the same for you. Let’s just leave it at that. I have to go baby,” I said grabbing a black duffle bag from the sofa.
When I turned around he grabbed me around my waist and kissed my neck. “I love you,” he whispered. “Be careful and promise me that this is the last time you’ll do something like this. I want a future wit’ you and we can’t have that if you’re locked up, or worse.”
I closed my eyes and ignored the burn that represented the urge to cry. Willing the tears away, I took a deep breath and the sensation disappeared. I just couldn’t make that promise. “I love you too Zeus.” I pulled away from him and walked out without looking back.
* * *
When I checked into the hotel I left Zeaira in the car and became Dana Worthington, a chick with long red hair from Houston, TX. As I checked in, I adjusted my dark Tiffany glasses and passed the woman a credit card in the same name as my bogus driver’s license. I kept my head slightly averted from the cameras with the hair of my wig literally hiding the features of my face. Avoiding conversation, I simply took the key card from her hand and said a low, “Thank you.”
While I got settled in the room, I reflected on the first two steps in the plan that we’d already executed. I’d ran into Money the night before right where Tut said he’d be. As he left his baby mama’s house I cruised up the street. As I slowed to a creep. I pulled my window down. When he saw me he started to take off running.
“Wait,” I said stopping him in his tracks. “I promise that it’s nothing like you think. My mother lives over here. Besides, I’m not with Zeus anymore, so you don’t have to worry.”
His lips turned up into a smile, but he still seemed skeptical. “How do I know you ain’t tryin’ to set me up?” He asked as the full moon illuminated his handsome features. He’d surely be surprised and ready to get his dick buried deep inside of Zeus’s ex girl.. He’d already robbed him, so why not take his woman too. I figured that was his logic. He just didn’t know that I had other plans for his dick that night.
“I’ll prove it to you. Just give me your number and I’ll call you tomorrow. I want to spend some time with your before you disappear again. I always wanted to fuck you. I was only with Zeus for his money. Shit, I set that nigga up to get robbed plenty of times. I could help you come up and then I can finally be with you.” My sexy smile made him put his guard down.
“What happened? His dick won’t get hard after those bullets” He asked leaning into my window seeming more relaxed. That was a good sign that my plan was working.
“He cheated on me with some bitch named Lexie. I beat her ass and dumped him. Besides, I’ve wanted you since we were shorties. You still wit’ Desi?” I flirted with my eyes and he was under my spell.
“I guess. She’s been actin’ different and shit lately, so fuck that bitch,” he said before giving me his number.
After baiting him in for the kill, I decided to put a little pay back in the mix for Miss Desi too since she was obviously helping that nigga. I didn’t plan to kill her, but I was sure she’d wish she was dead when we were done with her. I’d heard it through the grapevine that Desi got down with females. That was where Teena came in.
* * *
Teena walked into Supreme Divas and Gents, which was the unisex barbershop/salon that Desiree’ worked at. She walked inside and went straight to Desiree’, who was standing in front of the receptionist’s desk. Of course she hadn’t met Desiree’ before, but the description she’d been given fit her to a tee. Teena licked her lips as she got closer to her.
“Hey, I was wonderin’ if you have someone here who’s good at lock grooming. Fuck good.” Teena chuckled. “I need someone who’s better than good.”
Desiree smiled and tossed her long hair over her shoulder flirtatiously. “I do lock grooming,” she said.
Teena’s eyes lit up. “Are you just good or are you the best?” She stared old girl down and pulled her in with her tough demeanor, but soft alluring eyes.
Desiree’ was turned on by Teena’s smooth, toffee colored complexion and nice lips. “Hmm, believe me; I have never had any complaints about my services.”
Teena smiled. “What’s your name?”
“Desiree’, but everybody I like calls me Desi. You can call me Desi,” she said flashing a sexy smile.
Teena returned the smile. “So, how do I get wit’ you if I want you to take care of me…Desi? Mmm, that’s a sexy ass name.”
“Thanks. Uh, here’s one my cards,” she said reaching to get a business card from the top of the desk.
Taking it from her hand, Teena softly brushed her soft skin with her fingers. If the circumstances were different she’d knock old girl down for real. Desi just stared at Teena like she was in a trance. As she placed the card in her pocket she went in for the kill. Stepping closer to Desi, she whispered, “Your business number is on this card. What if I want to call you on a more personal note? Where’s your cell phone?”
Without a moment of hesitation Desi produced her cell phone and placed it in Teena’s out stretched hand. Teena took it from her and proceeded to pretend like she was trying to figure out how to use it. “Oh, shit shorty, this phone is high tech,” she grinned.
She laughed. “You want me to do it?”
“Nah, I’ll figure it out,” she said.
“What’s your name? I haven’t seen you around. If I had I’d remember.”
“I just moved here from DC. My name’s Tony.”
“Uh, damn, I have to check on Tameka’s hair color. I’ll be right back Tony,” she said and hurried to the back of the salon. In less than five minutes she returned.
Teena gave her the phone back and turned to leave. “It was nice to meet you Desi and I’ll be waitin’ for your call.”
“Okay Tony, it was nice meeting you too.”
She didn’t have to look
back to know that Desi had a big smile on her face. If only she knew that not only had she programmed a bogus number in her phone under the name Tony, but she’d also sent Money a text message that read
I saw you and that bitch. I got something for your cheatin ass. I’ll make you regret you got a dick nigga!
After pressing send she had made sure to erase the message from Desi’s message log. If Money called her about the message she’d just deny it, but by the time he saw the message Zeaira would be putting the rest of the plan in motion. After that he wouldn’t give a shit about what Desi had texted him.
* * *
“He’s in the lobby now,” I told Peaches on her cell. “I need you to listen to make sure everything is good.” She was in the adjoining room so she could hear it if something went down and was armed just in case.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” She asked skeptically. “I mean, we can still pull out. It’s not too late. Besides, I have a bad ass feeling about this.”
Teena, Jazmine and Peaches had come inside the hotel through one of the side doors and would all play a part in helping keep Money’s guard down. He’d think he was surrounded by a bunch of freaky bisexual bitches and that was any man’s fantasy. It would be too easy to get his horny ass. He was just too anxious to get some and that would be his downfall. If he was more perceptive he would’ve been suspicious of me suddenly showing him some interest. Did he really think he was worth me fucking with after Zeus? He didn’t even have shit to offer. That just showed how a nigga’s big ass ego worked overtime.
“Girl please. This plan is fool proof. Don’t worry.” I hung up with her and proceeded with the plot. She’d been trying to talk me out of that shit for days. Why the fuck was she so nervous? That nigga had almost gotten her man killed too.
By the time Money knocked on the door Teena and Jazmine had taken their positions in one of the chairs that were at the table. Jaz was sitting in her lap and they were tonguing each other down. He would be surprised to see that we had company, but once he thought they’d be in on his sexual pleasure, he’d be down for whatever. That thought process was about to get him fucked up.
When I opened the door his eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he witnessed Teena and Jaz literally ripping each other’s clothes off. They had titties out and everything. I smiled at him like that was just a normal occurrence as I closed the door.
A smile covered his face. “Damn shorty, this is some real freaky ass shit,” he said taking in the scene.
“We decided to invite you into our world, but to get more invites in the future you have to keep this to yourself.”
He nodded quickly. “Oh, I can keep a secret,” he said with his eyes all wide again.
‘Oh, I bet you can keep a secret muthafucka,” I thought as I led him to the bed. He sat down on the edge.
I watched as Money’s eyes got stuck on the head session that Teena was shamelessly performing on Jazmine. “Damn, old girl just dived in the pussy like a nigga ain’t even here.” He looked at me with excitement in his eyes.
“You want a drink?” I asked
He looked away from Teena and Jazmine and gave me his attention. “Yeah, what you got?”
“You like Hennessey?” I asked.
He simply nodded as his attention was averted back to the lesbians and their hot cunninglus session.
I could literally see his dick rising in his loose fitting jeans.
I was dressed in a sexy, short revealing dress and dangerously high heels. At that point Jazmine was completely naked and moaning Teena’s name over and over. I got up and strolled over to the wet bar to make two drinks.
“Damn, I would never have thought your ass got down like this.” He didn’t take his eyes off Teena and Jazz.
I walked over and gave Money one of the glasses. We both had Henney on the rocks, but Money’s drink had been laced with a few Rohypnol, AKA Roofies, or as some called it; the date rape drug. After taking a couple sips of my drink, I realized that Money had finished his drink already. His eyes were still on Teena and Jazmine.
“She goin’ eat you out too, or am I gettin’ some of that pussy?” He asked me as he relaxed against the pillows on the bed.
“I would rather have some dick tonight. How about I show you what had Zeus so caught up over me.” My hand traveled to the hardness in his trousers.
He closed his eyes. “Mmm, pull it out baby, but I don’t wanna talk about that nigga.”
I got between his legs and tugged at his belt before I unzipped his jeans. “Mmm, I bet you’re bigger than him.”
“Shit, your ass will find out, but why you gotta keep bringin’ that mufucka up?” He asked suspiciously. His speech was starting to slur. “So, what you gonna show me that got that lame nigga fucked up?”
I smirked discreetly. Suddenly he wanted to talk about him. “These good ass head skills,” I said as I held his dick in my hand and caressed it gently. I winked at him sexily while pouting my full, glossy lips. “As a matter of fact, he liked it better when I blind folded him. Wanna try it?” I asked.
He laughed. “You serious?” His body was getting limp and his eyes looked weak. I’d given him enough Roofies to take down a horse.
“Yeah.”
“Why the hell would I want to do what that nigga was doin’ to you. I’m tryin’ to fuck you the way I wanna fuck you. Fuck Zeus, shit. I’m ‘bout to take his place in the streets and in his bed.”
“You might as well go all out and do all the shit he thinks was all special just for him.” I batted my long lashes at him seductively. I was still stroking his dick and it was getting harder, but it was nowhere near big. He didn’t have a damn thing on my man. I was ready to murder that nigga for talking shit about Zeus, but I managed to play along.
“If you blind fold me I won’t be able to see the show.”
“Oh, believe me when I say that the show has just begun baby.” I licked my lips.
He finally allowed me to blind fold him. I could tell that the drugs were beginning to take a major effect because he was still hard, but barely able to hold his head up. “Damn shorty, what the fuck was in that drink?” His voice was even more slurred than before. I reached under the pillow for my weapon. My body suddenly tingled all over and I felt a strange sort of calm come over me. I couldn’t explain that feeling, but I felt it before I shot Goody.
I knew I had to hurry up and do it because he needed to be hard just like that for the shit to work. When a man got hard there was a massive blood flow to the penis. That huge vein could bleed out in no time with the constant rush of blood. Clutching the large cigar cutter with the sharpened blades, I positioned it around the two inch shaft of his dick. The cigar cutter was made to cut really, thick, tough Cuban cigars. It had handles on it and resembled a big pair of scissors with, thick curved blades. Putting all the force of my anger in one powerfully swift motion, his dick was easily freed from his body and thick, warm, crimson blood shot out like a scene from Kill Bill.
It quickly flowed onto the white linens of the bed. I removed the blind fold and his eyes were open, but he was barely conscience. I could see the fear in his eyes when he saw his dismembered sexual organ in my gloved hand. I couldn’t help but notice that the cut was very precise and clean. Tears formed in his eyes and he tried to scream, but his blood was draining out onto the sheets rapidly and he was losing consciousness. His eyes rolled back in his head and I could tell that he was going into shock. I enjoyed watching his life leaving his body.
Jazmine stood up, but got faint from the gory, sight of Money’s bloody, lifeless pulp of a dick and the once white sheets that were now a deep red. “Fuck,” she gasped as she and Teena quickly dressed. Teena had to practically carry her out of the room before she fainted.
I slapped Money and he came to. “What the fuck!” He shrieked, getting weaker as his life’s fluid continued to leave his body. He tried to move, but he couldn’t. I had taken my first pair of gloves off to caress him, but slipped a
nother pair of gloves on after blindfolding him. We had to be extra careful because our fingerprints were in the juvenile system’s records. He managed to let out a few pointless attempts at cries for help before he became completely quiet and still. His agonizing fight to breath excited me.
“Oh and by the way, Zeus told me to cut your dick off and shove it down your throat for even thinking about fucking me. He knows that you were the one who was getting them robbed, and you set him up that night too. How could you get your own brothers killed?” I shook my head. “Mmm mmm mmm. Now you’ll pay for that shit with your life, you snitch ass bitch. Why’d you do it? You all were so close.”
We’d all been extra careful not to get any finger prints anywhere. It was dark in the room and he didn’t even notice that everyone was wearing clear, latex gloves. Teena had even put a towel under Jazmine so that none of their DNA would be anywhere in the room. It was better to be safe than sorry, so Teena took the towel with her. I stood there and watched Money take his last breaths.
He clutched my arm as tightly as he could. “It…was her…her…idea,” he whispered. I could barely hear his inaudible words.
“Oh, so it was Desi’s idea? Don’t worry. I’m takin’ care of that bitch too.”
“No…no…Buff’s girl…Peaches,” he said with his eyes all huge at the sight of his dickless crotch. He passed out from shock, but came too again after I slapped him. What the fuck did he just say?
“What did you say about Peaches?” I asked.
“The…rob….robberies…they… were…her…idea. She…planned…” His pupils rolled back and he closed his eyes again. I’d heard all that I needed to hear anyway.
Money’s facial muscles were relaxed from the drugs, which made it easy for me to open his jaws. I forcefully pushed his dick down his throat and listened to him gurgle as he choked on his own shit. His eyes were full of dread because he knew his fate. He’d never take Zeus’s title. It was over.