by Cairo
A part of her was relieved Sabina was out. She needed the time alone. Needed the space to do what she had to do.
“Freedom wants you to call him . . .”
She relieved herself, and then washed her hands. She stared at herself in the mirror. “Bitch, look at what you’ve become,” she whispered at the reflection staring back at her. She shook her head. “He didn’t deserve to be shot. And he didn’t deserve you. Yet, you let that bastard bring you to this point. Why didn’t you just fucking leave?”
She turned from the mirror, not waiting for the answer, and went to retrieve her phone hidden in the seam of her pillow.
She couldn’t believe she remembered the number after all this time. With a wildly pounding heart, she dialed the number; partly hoping he wouldn’t pick up.
“Yo,” came the low growl on the other end of the line.
Heaven quickly sat on her bunk before her knees buckled. She closed her eyes, gripping the cell. She hadn’t heard his voice . . . God—forever.
“Yo, who the fuck is this?” he barked, snatching Heaven from her thoughts.
“It’s . . . me,” she whispered.
“Hol’ up.” There was rustling in the background. “Heaven?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, shit. Damn. You good?”
She nodded as if he could see her through the phone, a lone tear sliding down her cheek. “Yes.”
“It’s good to hear your voice, baby . . .”
Heaven cringed. Baby. She felt something inside of her unsnapping.
“Yo, where are you?”
She rolled her eyes. “Prison.” Where the fuck else I’m going to be?
“Oh, right, right.” He let out a sigh. “Damn. I’ve missed—”
She couldn’t do this—go there—with him. And yet she clung to the phone, imagining his mouth moving in slow motion as he spoke.
“I’m sorry,” she blurted out. She needed him to know that before she threw up. “I shouldn’t have shot you.”
“Yo, c’mon, baby. That shit wasn’t about nothing, only a few bullet wounds. I survived. But, dig, you need anything?”
She shook her head. Yes. “No.”
“You get that money from Kareema?”
Heaven frowned. “What money?”
“I gave that broad a stack to put on your books.”
Heaven frowned. That bitch hadn’t given her shit. And she could have definitely used the thousand dollars. It was the least he could do for all of her heartache.
She bit back a string of expletives. “No, I didn’t get it.”
“Yo, what the fuck,” he snapped. “I gave that bitch that paper over a fuckin’ month ago. Stupid bitch.” He took a breath. “I’ma get at her grimy-ass, though.”
“No, don’t worry about it.”
“Nah, nah…that fuckin’ broad real foul. I knew I should’na trusted her grimy-ass with no paper. But it’s a’ight. I got something for that ass; word up.”
“That’s what you get for fucking her ho-ass,” Heaven heard her saying in her head. Instead she asked, “Why did you want me to call you?”
“ ’Cause I needed to hear your voice; that’s all. I pulled some real grimy shit on you. And I ain’t gonna front, baby. It kinda had me fucked up for a minute. You know I didn’t wanna press them charges on you, right?”
Heaven felt the beginning of tears welling in her eyes. “Yeah, I know.” He hadn’t cooperated with the police, but the prosecutor’s office proceeded anyway. Plus, the naked bitch beneath his body was alive—and traumatized, let her tell it—and had been able to give the prosecutors everything they needed to convict her.
“I shoulda never brought that broad to our crib.”
Heaven blinked, then scowled. Was that supposed to be an apology? “No, Freedom. How about you should have never been fucking that bitch in the first damn place?”
“You right.”
“Mmph. Well, I hope her pussy was worth it.”
“Nah, that shit was fuckin’ trash.”
That was definitely not the answer she was going for. She shook her head again. “You know what, Free—”
“Baby, come back to bed,” cooed a woman in the background. “I miss my daaaaddy.”
“Yo, what the fuck,” Freedom snapped. “Get up off my dick. Damn. You know what, matter of fact. Get ya shit, yo, and bounce.”
Heaven recoiled. Sadly, she heard the woman apologizing, begging to stay.
Disgusted, Heaven ended the call. She wasn’t mad. She was relieved. He was still no damn good. Out there being who he was—a womanizing bastard.
She slipped the phone back in its hiding place as Sabina was coming into the cell.
“Ohmygod! Have you heard? Wait,” she said, sounding almost out of breath. “This is for you.” She handed Heaven a white crocheted pullover. “I finished it this morning.”
Heaven took the crocheted dress/pullover shirt thingy and placed it up to her body. “Ooh, this is cute, girl. Thanks.”
“Well, I hope you can fit it.” She craned her head back to glance at Heaven’s ass. “But, uh, I don’t know. There might be some complications trying to stretch it over all that”—she pointed—“wagon you got dragging back there.”
Heaven rolled her eyes dismissively, then laughed. “Girl, what. Ever. Now what was it you were asking me if I’d heard?”
Sabina kicked off her clogs. “Oh, yeah, right. Wait?” She eyed her. “Are you okay?”
Heaven feigned ignorance. “Yeah. Why?”
Sabina shrugged, grabbing her MP3 player from her locker. “I don’t know. You seem, like down or something.”
Heaven waved her on. “No, I’m fine.”
“Oh, okay.” Sabina climbed up on her bunk. “Anyway. Did you hear anything about what happened to that Angelica chick in the showers last night?”
“Who?”
Sabina tilted her head. “You, know. That loudmouthed chick with the birthmark on the side of her face.”
Heaven knew whom she was speaking of—the Spanish chick always sneering and giving her dirty looks. “Oh her. What happened to her?”
“Somebody snuck her in the showers.”
Heaven’s eyes widened. “Oh no. That’s awful.”
Sabina shook her head. “Yeah, and whoever did it also bit her in the face.”
“What?” Heaven screeched. “What the hell is wrong with these women? Who the hell would bite someone in the face?”
Sabina shook her head and said, “Some wild fucking animal.”
THIRTY-FOUR
When It’s All Over . . .
“Hey, are you Lewis?”
Heaven peeled her eyes away from the book she was reading, Mistress, by James Patterson and stared into the blue eyes of a punk-rocker-looking chick with pink hair and several pieces of white and pink striped straw slid through the three holes in each ear.
She held two new blankets in her hand the way a server would a tray of drinks.
Heaven laid her book facedown on her bed. “Yeah. Why?”
“These are for you,” she said, thrusting the items inside the cell.
Heaven’s brow rose. “I didn’t request—”
“Listen, lady,” the girl hissed impatiently, her eyes flashing in irritation. “I’m not here to go back and forth with you. I have other things to do. I was sent here to deliver these to you, so you need to take them. Now.”
Heaven huffed, sliding her feet into her shower shoes, then standing. She walked over and took the items from the girl. And, then, as quick as she had come—she’d disappeared.
Heaven frowned carrying the blankets over to her locker, but then she thought to check to see if there was anything hidden in them.
She gasped as her pulse raced.
Inside one of the gray blankets was what she’d asked for.
A Taser.
And smartphone.
She smiled. It had taken him a week to get them to her, but somehow—once again, he’d managed to make it happen. I�
��ll have to remember to suck his dick real good next time I see him, she thought, sliding her hand in between one of the blankets and caressing the Taser. She knew she couldn’t hold onto the electroshock weapon indefinitely. She’d have to get it the hell out of her cell—fast.
And she would.
All she needed know was a way to get to Struthers.
Another smile eased over her lips. She knew exactly what she—
“Hey, Miss Heaven,” Clitina said, chopping off the plan slowly rooting in Heaven’s mind. “What’chu doin’ today?” she asked, leaning up against the frame of the cell.
Heaven turned to her. “Hey, Tina. Nothing much. Probably relax for a bit. Read and listen to music. I have to go scrub nasty-ass toilets at six.”
Clitina made a face. “Ugh. I wouldn’t clean a fuckin’ thing.”
Heaven shrugged. “It beats being in lockup, hon. I’m not even mad about it, anymore. It’s a shitty job—pun intended, but someone has to do it.”
“Mmph. You good, Miss Heaven, ’cause I know I ain’t wipin’ up nobody’s shit. Dickalina tried that with me when her nasty-ass man came home drunk one time ‘n’ shitted all over himself. She gonna ask me ‘n’ Candy to help her clean ’im up. Candy’s dumbass helped her. What kinda woman you know, Miss Heaven, gonna ask her daughters to help her wash her man’s long dick ‘n’ the crack of his ass, when she know we both love dingaling?”
Heaven blinked. “Tina, girl, I can’t. Y’all have a lot going on over there.”
“Don’t we, though,” she agreed. “But, uh. I’m so fuckin’ bored right now. I wanna get off this unit. No harm, Miss Heaven, but y’all bitches is boring as shit over here. I need me some action. I need to be where the live bitches at.”
Heaven nodded knowingly. “You want to go to Four East, I bet.”
Clitina bounced up and down. “Yass, yasssss, Miss Heaven. The hood, boo. You already know.”
Heaven shook her head. “Girl, you a mess.”
“Mmhmm. And I love it messy too,” she said. “I can’t wait to go out to the yard, so I can turn up with my niggas.”
Heaven opened her mouth to say something, but then quickly shut it. She simply didn’t have the energy. “So have you spoken to your mother?” she asked instead.
Clitina sucked her teeth. “Fuck no. She still actin’ stank. I hope the rest of her edges fall out. But Candy told me her ‘n’ Day’Asia comin’ up to see me in two weeks.” She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “She said she gonna bring me up some Sour Diesel. I told her make sure she wrap it good, too ’cause I don’t want her soakin’ my weed in none of her nasty cootie juice . . .”
Heaven blinked.
“And Day’Asia gonna bring a bag of Molly for Weena’s fiend-ass. That bitch know she a borderline junkie, but I don’t really like to tell nobody’s business, so I’ma shut these lips on that.”
Heaven gave her an incredulous look. “So these drugs are to do what? Sell? And how are they getting this stuff to you?”
Clitina gave her an uh-duh look. “In they cooties. Where else?” She sucked her teeth. “And no I ain’t sellin’ it. I ain’t no dealer. I told you I like to smoke, chill, ‘n’ steal shit off the racks. Not sell no damn drugs.”
“Oh, okay. Whew,” Heaven said sarcastically, wiping her forehead. “I got worried there for a minute. I thought—”
“Tina, I need my six soups back by tomorrow,” a slender, pretty Caucasian girl said, stopping in front of Heaven’s cell. “Please.” She wore a white V-neck T-shirt, sleeves rolled up over her shoulders. One of her arms was entirely tattooed in black roses and red hearts.
Odd. But striking.
Clitina scoffed. “Bitch, hit the floor with it. You better slurp on these six soups between my legs ’cause I ain’t got nothin’ else for ya cracker-ass.”
The woman’s cheeks flushed pink. “Well, you don’t have to be a fuck-face about it. Just let me know when you can get them to me,” she said, before she quickly walked off.
Clitina scoffed. “Fuck-Face? Oooh, she lucky I’m tryna go outside right now or that bitch woulda got stomped, Brick-City style.”
“It’s not that serious, Tina,” Heaven stated calmly. “Pay her what you owe her and let it go.”
Clitina frowned. “All I asked for was two soups ‘n’ that bitch gonna tell me I gotta give her six back. All she gonna get is them two nasty-ass soups she gave me.”
Heaven shook her head. “Tina, that’s not how it works. You have to pay the taxes on anything you borrow; you already know this.”
Clitina bucked her eyes, then blinked rapidly. “Um—wait for it. No. Hell, no. Anyway. Like I was sayin’ before Casper came up tryna set it off. I’ma get turnt all the way up. I’ma smoke until my lips turn black. Shit. Weed is good for the soul, Miss Heaven.”
Heaven lifted a brow and tilted her head. “You—”
The CO called out over the PA system for movement out to the Big Yard.
“Ooh, let me go, Miss Heaven. I ain’t got no time for lectures right now. But you need to come outside ‘n’ get yo’ life. These hoes already think you think you too good. And you know I already had to drag that Spanish bitch last week for talkin’ shit ’bout you.”
Heaven gasped. “Ohmygod! That was you?”
Clitina smiled, all teeth and pink healthy gums. “Mmmhmm. I got that bitch while she was real wet ‘n’ soapy, then swung her down to the floor by her wet hair and punched her titties up ‘n’ stomped her all in her—”
“But you bit her,” Heaven stated.
Clitina gave her a look and shrugged. “Oh well, she should’na been flappin’ her lips all crazy. She lucky I was being nice that night. But I let that Mexican bitch know don’t talk no shit ’bout you.”
“She’s Puerto Rican,” Heaven corrected.
“And that bitch still eat burritos,” she snapped. “So don’t go takin’ up for her.”
The announcement for last movement to the yard blared over the speaker again, and Clitina took off down the tier, leaving Heaven standing there like a deer paralyzed in a car’s headlights, about to get hit.
THIRTY-FIVE
Kiss It Better . . .
“Yeah, baby. Pussy tight . . .” Officer Rawlings murmured, relieved that she hadn’t given none of these other motherfuckers here any of this wet, gushy good-good.
He was becoming more obsessed with her. More protective of what was his.
It’d been a little over a month (thanks to the warden and her bullshit-ass lockdown) since he’d been inside of her, and he couldn’t go another second (let alone, another day) without feeling her, fucking her.
He missed the hell out of her.
During the latter part of second shift, not only had he managed to finally get the dildos and vibrator to her, he’d found a way to have her called off the housing unit for a medical visit. He was doing overtime and had been able to maneuver being assigned to the infirmary.
He, his dick, ached for this pussy. He needed it. And judging by the way Heaven’s cunt convulsed around him, she’d needed this, this good loving, as much as he did.
He began slamming into her—hard, harder, harder—making him feel as if his sole purpose at work (on this earth) was this. Being right here, fucking her, his dick enveloped in heat and mind-numbing sensations.
His breath escaped in hot gasps, and his balls tightened in pleasure as she moved against him, fucking him back.
He growled as he thrust, again, again, again.
He never wanted it to end.
He was all fucked up. She was all in his head. Had him slipping.
Hard.
“Stop,” Heaven said breathlessly. “Please. Oh, God . . . please . . .”
“You don’t mean that,” he rasped, his dick still moving in and out of her. “God can’t stop this, baby. And you know you don’t want me to stop this, either. Let me pump this nut inside of you.” His dick brushed over her G-spot and her cunt clenched around him as she bit back a moan
. “That’s right, baby, grab your dick . . . uhh . . . this is . . . mmm . . . your dick, baby . . .”
Her juices swished-swished all around him. Fuck yeah. He loved fucking her from the back. Back arched, all exposed. Her ass, her pussy. He loved watching her sweet flesh open to him. He loved the way her ass shook for him, clapping around him. Loved the way her folds spread, the way the pink center—all wet and pretty—sucked at him.
He—oh, fuck, yeah—loved the hot rhythm that melded them together as he pounded into her, steady and deep. Loved how wet and silky her walls became every time he stroked over her G-spot.
So he fucked her hard and made her moan deep in her throat, and she became even wetter. “Oh, stop . . . mmm, daddy, stop . . .” Her body trembled beneath, her words contradicting the clutch of cunt.
“No, baby,” he murmured. “I can’t . . . stop. Your warm wet pussy won’t let me.”
Tiny goose bumps dotted her arms as he slid a wet finger in the crack of her ass, then rubbed lightly over her hole, his dick twitching as that little brown opening kissed his fingertip.
His mouth brushed against her ear. “Can I nut inside this pretty ass, baby?” he whispered.
Her hips rocked back in response. “Yes,” she panted.
“Yes, what, baby?”
She ground her ass into his pelvis, then slid forward, rocking her pussy back and forth over his dick. “Yes, you can fuck me in my ass,” she said in a low voice.
He groaned in her ear, then nipped at it, before kissing the back of her neck, then slowly sliding his lips down her spine until his dick slid from her body and his mouth was almost hovering over the tailbone.
Her body shuddered, and he kissed her there.
“I’m going to tongue your sweet ass, baby,” he breathed out.
And his erotic words rolled over her body in shudders; her hand slid between her thighs until eager fingers spread over her clit, all slick and swollen—and she touched herself.
He kissed the small of her back again. Then his hands peeled her open and his tongue slid along her hole, and Heaven shivered to her toes and closed her eyes as he rimmed her opening and then thrust his tongue into her ass.