Pandora's Box

by Coffee

  Elias stopped mid-way in, allowing her kitty the opportunity to accept his stretch. But once her heavy panting died down to light whimpers, he hard-pressed the rest of himself inside.

  “Ooohhhh!” Blu eye’s rolled and her clamp around him grew tighter but that only encouraged him to keep giving her that pressure. She tried to run toward the headboard but he shook his head no.

  “Nah, take this dick.” He continued snaking his python into her oooh wee.

  “Ooow! Oooh! It’s too big. Ummmm.”

  “I know it is, but you gon’ take it.” He grunted. “Tell me you’re gon’ take it.”

  She nodded her head as she continued moaning out his name.

  “I want to hear you say it, goddamit!” He stroked a long shot of dick through her canal.

  “Ohhhhhh! I’m gon’ take it, baby.”

  “Fuckin’ right you will.” Elias smoothed over her body as he gave her that work.

  His goal was to ensure that her pussy responded to his voice, his touch, his desire and by the time they’d be through, it would be on call for sexual duty.

  The sounds of their bodies slapping against each other infused with ummms, oohs and aahhs created a melody worth listening to on repeat.

  And that is exactly what happened off and on over the next five hours.

  ***

  Later that night…

  “What you got good fa me?” Kamal asked the minute he answered Fo’ Eleven’s call, stepping out of the hospital room and into the hallway.

  His street informant earned that name because one way or another he’d get the 4-1-1 on anything.

  “That pussy you been dying to fuck is back in town. I got an address for you to make that creep if you still with it.”

  “Hell yea! What’s up?”

  “A’ight, well, you gotta sweet talk the friend first, ya heard me, and from there you good. And to sweeten the pot, I put together a lil’ list that’s hard to refuse. Meet me at the duck off so I can slide you that.”

  Unwilling to leave Yuriah’s side, Kamal elected Keyz to handle it for him. “Look, my brother gon’ be coming through fa me.”

  “That’s straight. I’ll holla at that boy when I see ‘em, then.”

  “Give him ‘bout twenty, ya heard me. I gotta hit ‘em up.”

  “Straight up.”

  Kamal hung up the phone and dialed Keyz. When he picked up, he asked, “You still my keeper?”

  That was code to alert the other that they were needed for some ill shit without discussing details by phone.

  “Yes in fuckin’ deed.”

  “A’ight, meet up with Fo’ Eleven at the spot. I’m ‘bout to call Munch so he can get down.”

  “Fuckin’ right, alright.” Keyz hung up the phone and got ratchet up.

  Shaunie tried asking him where he was heading off to but he was already out of the door.

  Kamal hit up Munch next.

  “What up, bro? I got something for you.”

  “What’s good with it?”

  After Kamal gave him the run down in a roundabout way, Munch headed out already knowing what to do. It was time to take care of business that was long and overdue.

  An hour and a half later…

  Munch and Keyz waited outside of the pool hall Fo’ Eleven told them Hakeem would be at.

  Fo’ Eleven couldn’t provide them information on where G’Corey was laying low these days, but he was able to put them down with someone who did.

  “You think this thuggah gon’ talk?” Keyz leaned against Munch’s car.

  “There’s only one way to find out.” Munch kept his eyes trained on the unsuspecting man from his view through the windows surrounding the building.

  “I got short patience, so let’s hope this muthafucka do.”

  “You handled that business?” Munch double checked.

  “Already in motion, ya dig.”

  “So now we wait.” Munch kept his focus.

  Fifteen minutes later, they saw Hakeem reach for his phone. His wrinkled brow gave the appearance he was suddenly concerned.

  He received a text from his baby’s mother that read: 10:46 p.m.: Stop what you’re doing. I’m losing the baby!!

  “Oh, shit!” Hakeem dropped the pool stick and scrammed for the door. There was no way she was supposed to go into labor, she was only five months pregnant.

  Hakeem scrambled to his car but stopped cold in his tracks when he was confronted with a cocked chrome to the dome. He didn’t recognize Keyz so he assumed he was about to be robbed.

  Instinctually, he turned around to run but was ambushed when he saw Munch standing before him. Now he knew what time of day it was.

  “Oh, shit! Magnolia, mannn, I don’t got nothing to do with nothing, ya heard me.” He automatically began explaining himself because he knew there were only two reasons Munch, who he identified immediately, would be in a man’s presence. It was either because he fucked with them or he was there to fuck them over.

  “You do now. Walk.” Munch was on a short supply of words.

  “Fuck!” Hakeem shook his head as he turned to follow Keyz. He knew better than to further protest, a true killer didn’t negotiate shit.

  Once they made it to the back of the parking lot, Keyz patted him down for weapons but didn’t find anything on him.

  Munch opened the back door to his car and Keyz pushed him inside of it as he climbed in with him.

  Munch sat down behind the wheel and looked out of each window to see who was watching, if any.

  “Where is y’all taking me?” His voice went up in pitch.

  Still surveying the parking lot, Munch responded. “It’s where you taking us. Word is ya mans is in town and you’re gonna take us to him.”

  Hakeem sat up straight and looked up front by Munch and then off to his side at Keyz. “I don’t know where that boy at. He hasn’t holla’d at me in months. There ain’t nothing I can tell ya, for real.”

  Munch turned around to face him. “Ain’t nobody gon’ fuck around wit’chu. All I want is G’Corey. You gon’ make that happen or not?” He preferred if he would willingly cooperate but the choice was his.

  Hakeem stuck to his guns, though. “I don’t hear from that boy, you gotta believe me.”

  Keyz stepped in. “We don’t got believe shit!” Keyz turned to Munch. “This muthafucka think it’s a game. Hold the fuck on.”

  Keyz got out of the car and headed to the trunk of his vehicle parked next to it. He always made it a point to travel with insurance, a little something to help a man do what the fuck he wanted.

  Keyz walked back to the car and slung his pregnant girlfriend into the backseat next to Hakeem. She was petrified. With her eyes, mouth, wrists and ankles bound together, she was unaware of what was going on and who kidnapped her.

  Although the soldier rag covering his face ensured she wouldn’t identify him, he played it safe so he wouldn’t be sorry later, considering he let her live.

  Keyz sandwiched her in the middle and closed the door. “You think your baby moms is gonna tell the same story when she got a fo-five cocked at her fuckin’ stomach?”

  “Mmmmm mmmmm,” she begged mercy upon hearing the threat.

  Hakeem started sweating bullets. His involvement in G’Corey’s scheme was minimal. He begrudgingly agreed to be his eyes and ears but nothing more. He had no intentions on getting his hands dirty.

  “Still think shit sweet? Tell us what the fuck we wanna know or I’ll stop your bloodline right here and right fuckin’ now.” Keyz pointed his loaded weapon at her swollen belly.

  Her screams were muffled but her appeal to live was heard loud and clear. Hakeem cursed under his breath as he looked at his girl. He was helpless to do anything but cooperate.

  “A’ight! A’ight! Just don’t shoot her. He’s meeting me at my place for one o’clock.” Hakeem told them a half-truth.

  If G’Corey didn’t get a text that read: I got the hook up, then he wasn’t showing up at all.

  Ke
yz turned from the girl and onto Hakeem but Munch spoke up. “You got us walking into a trap, thuggah?”

  “No, mannn, I swear on my mama grave I’m not setting you up.” Hakeem pleaded.

  “You’ll have a plot right next her come tomorrow if you are.” Then at gunpoint, Keyz ordered Hakeem to lead the way to his place on Felicity with Munch trailing behind. He needed G’Corey to see his vehicle parked in front of his house so he wouldn’t become suspicious.

  Hakeem was reluctant to be obedient but he had no other choice but to comply. He, his girl and baby’s life would be terminated if he rebelled.

  Ten minutes later…

  “Get out!” Keyz ordered of Hakeem.

  Hakeem opened his door to follow the stiff instructions but Keyz had a thought and snatched him by his shirt, pulling him back inside. “Say, bruh, if you do one thing slick, I will kill yo hoe and anything else you love before midnight.”

  “I ain’t fuckin’ around.”

  Keyz let him go. “Bet’ not be.”

  Meanwhile, Munch had removed the tape from around the girl’s ankles so she could walk, leaving her wrists bound together behind her back and her eyes covered. He walked her from around the corner where he had parked and met up with Keyz.

  Munch passed the girl to his partner and then shoved Hakeem toward his house. Hakeem looked back at his boo, remorsefully. She’d always tell him the company he kept would get him caught up. He just now realized she was right.

  Hakeem led the way Munch was to shadow while Keyz stayed behind waiting for clearance.

  Once inside with a gun trained at his back, Munch had him turn every light on while checking each room and closet. After he verified the house was indeed empty, he walked him back up front and signaled Keyz to come inside.

  Keyz entered into the living room and pushed his woman into his arms. “Y’all muthafucka have a seat.”

  Hakeem caught her as she was shoved toward him, kissing her sweaty temple as he held her tightly to stop her from shaking so much.

  “What’s the play? How were you to reach him and let him know it’s a go?” Munch knew the paranoid type would never just come off of GP, they would make sure the coast was cleared before they’d show up.

  “There is no play. He’s just gonna show up.” Hakeem was counting on G’Corey showing up with guns blazing, since he wasn’t following the plan and would assume something went awry. Or he hoped they’d see him as a non-threat and just let him go.

  “This muthafucka lyin’!” Keyz caught the slight stutter in his voice.

  Munch looked at the time. It was 11:20 p.m., a long ways from the 1 a.m., but his predator instinct was willing to wait on its prey. “We gon’ play it how it go. You stay in here with them and I’ma be outside.”

  Keyz nodded his head upward once and took his seat directly across from them, with his finger on the trigger.

  A quarter after one…

  Munch had been perched alongside Hakeem’s house, waiting on G’Corey to walk through the gate, so he could blast him back onto the sidewalk with his AK-47 but there was no sign of him.

  Munch angrily took flight up the porch steps, two at a time, before he stormed through the door and rushed up on Hakeem with his chopper pointed to his chest. “Where the fuck is he?”

  Keyz closed the door but stood watch by the window.

  Hakeem panicked and threw his hands up. “I—I don’t know. He—he was been supposed to be here. Magnolia, bruh, I don’t got no beef with y’all and I don’t got shit to do with whatever squabble y’all got, mannn. Just let me and my girl go, please.”

  “If he was supposed to show up and he didn’t that only tells me whatever the fuck you didn’t do gave him a head’s up. That wasn’t smart.” Munch detested his intelligence being insulted.

  “I should blow yo muthafuckin’ brains out since you ain’t using that muthafucka,” Keyz said from the other side of the room.

  Hakeem signed the shape of a cross in front of his body. “I swear to God I don’t know what happened.”

  “Silly sucka. You loyal to the wrong muthafucka.” Munch lowered his weapon and stepped away.

  “What we gon’ do with him?” Keyz walked over toward him, resting his piece between his eyes.

  “I aint’ gon’ say nothin’, mannn.” Hakeem’s eyes went cross, looking at the gun pressed at the center of his forehead as he petitioned for his life.

  “That’s yo call. He ain’t who I want.” It wasn’t Munch’s method of operation to randomly kill a man to send a message to another.

  But that wasn’t the principal Keyz lived by. His M.O. was much different: A friend of a foe is a foe and he gotta go.

  Munch walked out of the house and onto the porch, leaving Keyz to whichever decision he chose. He looked down the dimly lit street both ways. But nothing was moving outside of the typical night crawlers: junkies, hoodrats and hoodlums.

  Seconds later, a single shot was heard, the thud of a body dropping and then the muffled screams of a frightened woman.

  Keyz stepped over to her and knocked her out cold with the butt of his gun to shut her the fuck up, sparing her life on the strength that she wasn’t involved. He’d dangle a man’s bitch in his face as bait but he wouldn’t kill an innocent female, not unless he had to.

  He stepped out of the house, standing next to Munch with his heater at his side. “This was a bust, so now what?”

  “Stay alert and keep that thang ready but for now, let’s get the fuck from ‘round here,” Munch said as they headed out.

  Chapter 21

  The next day…

  Thanksgiving Day

  Samiyah was sitting in the living room, changing her daughter’s diaper when she heard her front door opening. She knew it was Gerran, so she didn’t bother looking in his direction. Why is he here? she thought. All he was going to do was hurl insults her way and she wasn’t up for the abuse.

  Between the emotional visit with Minnie last night and her hormones being all over the place, she didn’t want to deal with any of his mistreatment.

  Instead of bypassing her and going about his business, Gerran surprisingly took a seat across from her. He silently stared for a time, watching her every move.

  She glanced in his direction but then continued the task of getting Lil’ Acacia freshened up.

  She rolled her eyes because the mere sight of him was disgusting. He had said a mouthful yesterday so unless he was coming with an apology, she didn’t understand what else was left to say.

  Gerran noticed both Samiyah and the baby were dressed and set to go out. He could have asked her where she was going and she could have responded her mother’s. She agreed to go to her parent’s home for the holidays so she wouldn’t have to spend Thanksgiving alone and if Minnie were up for a visit, she’d drop her off a plate afterwards.

  Instead, he allowed his imagination to run rampant with thoughts of how she was going to spend her day disrespecting his last name, sleeping with Elias no doubt.

  A minute or so passed and Gerran asked. “I’m here. You’re not gonna say anything?” His face nor tone was welcoming.

  “It’s not like I invited you over, so you can say what you came to say.” She cradled her baby in her arms.

  Gerran took her statement offensively, although she didn’t mean it that way. But he wanted to fight by any means, so it wouldn’t have mattered what she said.

  “Oh, so I need an invitation? This not my home no more?”

  Samiyah smacked her lips and looked at him with one eye squinted lower than the other. “I don’t know why you’re doing this because you care nothing about what happening over here. You made that painfully clear over these last two weeks with your absence. And for the record, this is not your home so don’t front like you want it to be. But it is still your house.”

  Gerran nodded his head, looking around the place. “Well, you just made my decision that much easier.”

  “And what do you mean by that?” Samiyah was sure she didn�
�t really want to know but she asked anyway.

  Gerran skipped over her question and asked one of his own. “I see you’re about to tramp off somewhere. Heading over to Eli’s for some family time and mid-day fuc—”

  Samiyah shot up to her feet and covered her daughter’s ear. “Don’t you dare be disrespectful and curse around my baby.”

  Realizing his gloves were off, she needed to put her daughter in her room, away from Gerran’s toxin. She walked Lil’ Acacia upstairs and placed her in her crib. After she grabbed the baby monitor, she closed her door and headed downstairs.

  As she descended down the staircase, she saw her front door was left wide open. She reached the doorway and looked out into her driveway only to see Gerran closing the door to a U-Haul truck he rented, approaching the house with a handful of garment bags.

  “You mind grabbing a few of those empty boxes from over there?” Samiyah gave him an angry glare. “I didn’t think so.”

  Gerran walked past her and headed upstairs. Samiyah followed behind him into their bedroom. With the way things had been going between them, she was glad he was giving her space. But she didn’t appreciate his audacity to come over under the pretenses that he wanted to talk.

  “You are a real piece of work, Gerran. I didn’t make shit easy for you. You had plans to leave all along.” Samiyah watched him pull his clothes from out of the closet and place them into each bag.

  Gerran went mute, choosing not to respond only to purposely agitate the situation. It was only fair, in his mind, that he cause her the same agony he felt every minute of every day. After all, he forgave her once for cheating on him but there was no way he was going to excuse the proof of it. She deserved his lack of understanding.

  Samiyah was in the middle of asking yet another question when his phone started ringing. He smiled at the screen before he pressed the talk button.

  “No the hell you didn’t!” Samiyah was awed by his asshole behavior.

  “What up, A?—Aww, nothing much. Just handling that business I told you about earlier.—Oh, I’m straight, ya heard me.—I don’t know yet…”