by M. T. Pope
His ass was enjoying it, and it seemed like he didn’t care that his wife was there.
I was nearing my climax, so I pulled out my man meat and let his mouth do the rest of the work. I came in his mouth, and he swallowed it like it was a protein shake.
“All right, my turn,” I said as he stood up and started massaging his own meat.
I went to work on his dick, and he was loving it. He leaned his head back, and his mouth flung open as he let out pleasured moans.
As he moaned, I reached down in one of my pants pocket and pulled out my serrated Rambo knife.
His wife now thrashed about as if she knew she was about to witness her husband’s demise.
“Ah!” he screamed as my knife cut through his dick like I was cutting fresh bread.
Blood splattered the walls and bed, and there was a big gaping hole where his dick used to be. Lorena Bobbit would be proud of me. It was a clean cut. He thrashed around like a headless chicken.
“You thought I was coming back just to get me some ass, muthafucka? Didn’t you? You thought you could snitch on me and have my ass sent up river for ten years and get away with it? This payback for all the years I rotted in that jailhouse, you fuckin’ asshole! I treated your ass good. And I know you loved this dick I have.” I still had his dick in my hand, waving it in the air, as I ranted and raved around the room.
I walked over to his wife and pulled the tape off her mouth.
“Please don’t hurt me! Please! I promise I won’t say a thing. Please, sir! Please! Do what you want with him, but please let me be! I didn’t love him anyway. Please just let me be.”
Her begging was making me madder. I needed this ugly bitch to shut her mouth, and fast.
I jammed her husband’s bleeding dick in her mouth just to get some time to think. “Look, horse face, you ain’t seen shit! You hear me? Your ass better play dumb, deaf, and blind like Helen Keller, if anybody ask you anything. Okay, bitch!”
She nodded in approval.
I looked around the room and noticed her pocketbook and his wallet. I retrieved both of them for “insurance purposes,” just in case they changed their minds. I untied her and then hustled my way down the stairs. I quickly detoured to the kitchen for a drink.
Out of nowhere, a cat jumped on my arm as I snatched a can of Mountain Dew out of the refrigerator. I tussled with the cat, trying to shake him off, but the more I shook, the more he dug his claws in my arm.
I quickly dropped my soda and pulled my knife out again and jabbed him one good time in the face, and he went down fast, taking all of his nine lives with him.
I retrieved my soda and scurried my way toward my car and made a speedy exit. “Muthafuckin’ fur ball,” I grumbled as I rummaged through my glove compartment for some pain medicine.
I decided to go to Northwest Hospital instead. I couldn’t risk the chance of having rabies or some shit like that. I made sure I changed my bloody clothes in the back of my truck before I went into the hospital.
After I got out of the hospital, I went back to my apartment to really clean myself up. When I got home, my two new cats greeted me at the door with meows that spoke of hunger. I temporarily ignored them and did the three S’s—shit, shower, and shave. After that, I fed them and got in my bed for some much-needed rest. I still hadn’t decided how I was going to torture Mona, but I knew when I awoke in the morning, I would have the perfect plan.
Chapter 15
Carl (Shawn’s Father)
Lights Out
November 2nd, 2018, 10:25 P.M.
I bobbed and weaved back to my apartment after taking a trip around the corner to the Windy Spirits Liquor Store. I was already intoxicated from early in the morning. It was breezy outside, but I sweated the whole way back to my door. Being an alcoholic does that to you. Drowning my shame and pain with vodka and gin seemed to be working up until a couple of weeks ago. The agony of the way I had been treating my family these last few years was taking a toll that liquor couldn’t hide.
I was a seventy-three-year-old fuckup that didn’t grow up. I fucked up my son from when he was a child on up. I didn’t deserve him. I knew it. I didn’t deserve my wife, when I had her, either. It was too late to make amends, but I still wanted to. Yeah, I was sorry. But, how does one apologize for solely screwing up their family? I was too far gone, I figured. All of these things flooded my old mind as I made my way in the building and rode the elevator up to my apartment.
I leaned up against my apartment door, my head pressed hard against it, and cried like a baby. It was long overdue. Too late, you might say. The opportunity to do right had sailed years ago.
I managed to fumble in my pockets for my keys and hold on to my only true friend wrapped up in a brown paper bag. Even James had kicked me to the curb. I knew he was using me, but he was being used by me as well. He was a warm body at night. A convenience. And now he was gone too. No son, no wife, no James.
“Just me and you.” I looked at my bottle of vodka as if it could talk. In a couple of minutes it would, to my liver, that is.
Turns out, my door was already unlocked. I must left it unlocked when I rushed out in a hurry to get to the store. My door swung open with force as I used it as leverage to hold me up. I almost hit the floor, but I gathered myself just in time. I managed to close it and staggered to my kitchen, which was only a few feet away, to grab me a cup.
The lights were out, but I could navigate like I was Ray Charles, especially to get my “taste” in a cup, and down my throat as quickly as possible. I reached the kitchen and opened the cabinet. Not a clean cup in sight. I went through the dishes in the sink and grabbed the cleanest one I could find. I poured me a quick shot, to add to my already lingering buzz, and quickly threw it back.
That’s when I felt a blow to the side of my head.
Pow! Then another blow. Pow!
I fell against my stove, and another blow came, sending me downward. I tried to grab hold of something to stop my fall, but it was useless. It was a no-win situation, though I still managed to have my vodka firmly in hand.
“Where is James?” the intruder barked.
“Who?” I muttered. The blows had shaken up my mind. I wasn’t sure who I was at the moment.
“You know who, muthafucka!” He towered over me with what looked like a bat in hand.
I lifted my hand to my head and felt the blood flowing freely. I started to panic. “I—I—I don’t know where he—”
He kicked me in the ribs.
“Ugh!”
“Stop lying, muthafucka! I know he was here.” The intruder knelt down beside me.
I couldn’t make out his face, because I hadn’t managed to cut the light on in the kitchen when I’d come in. Only a little light from the small window over the stove gave light to the room. And that was little. He was a rather large dude, and his hot breath showed that he wasn’t playing with me. He was breathing fast and erratic.
“I’m giving you one mo’ chance to get this right, pops!”
“I swear, he left me a couple of hours ago, and I haven’t seen him since.” My heart was racing. I was a healthy old man, but a heart attack felt like it was coming.
“Ummm-hmm.”
I couldn’t tell if he believed me, but the knife he plunged in my stomach gave me the answer.
“I hate liars!” he breathed out. He picked up my body and dragged me to my bedroom.
It was dark in there as well. I was in excruciating pain, but I felt him tying me up to the bed. I didn’t know what he was doing or going to do, but I knew it wasn’t going to end good for me.
He flicked on the light in the room, causing me to shudder and try to adjust my eyes to the light. He had on a mask, but I could see the hate in his eyes.
Whatever he was angry about had nothing to do with me, but he was going to take it out on me for sure. He pulled out several knives and a gun. He made his way to the bed, yanked down my pants, and smiled before jamming a long, jagged knife into my groin. That wa
s the last thing I felt.
Chapter 16
Mona
Girls’ Day Out
November 5th, 2018, 9:29 A.M.
I woke up this morning in a very chipper, upbeat mood. The sun was shining, and the birds were singing their songs. Shawn was still sleeping in, and I had a very busy day ahead of me. Shawn opted to stay out of the planning of this event, saying it was women’s work.
But I knew different. He didn’t want to upstage me again. See, what most people didn’t know was that Shawn had arranged our wedding. He refused to let people know that it was him, because he had to protect his precious manhood. He said if his boys found out that he was “décor inclined” they wouldn’t let a day go by without teasing him.
I was ready to start planning the anniversary/renewal party, and nothing could stop me. I enlisted the help of two shining stars, Ashley and Diana, to help me go out and shop for the decorations, caterer, and for various other tasks.
Diana was all go, but I could see that Ashley was in her own world, like her brother. She was always over one of her girlfriends’ houses studying, so I knew I’d have to drag her to the car. If she wasn’t an A student, I would suspect foul play.
It was about nine thirty in the morning, and I wanted to get going. I peeked in Diana’s room, and she wasn’t in there. I was so glad that she was such an independent little girl at the age of ten. I knew she was probably already downstairs eating a bowl of cereal and watching the Disney Channel until I was ready to leave the house.
I peeked into Ashley’s room, and sure enough, she was knocked out. I walked up to her bed and gently shook her until she was awake.
“What, Ma?” she said with an attitude. She rolled back over and pulled the covers over her unkempt hair.
“Excuse me?” I said with a little more attitude. She must have forgotten I was an adult. I snatched the covers off. “Let’s make it!” I said with a tone that meant business. My mom used that statement with me when she absolutely wasn’t accepting any rebuttals. “We have to leave the house in forty-five minutes, so get dressed and let’s go.”
I left her room, headed back to mine. I needed to shower and get dressed as well. She must have forgotten that she was supposed to help me with all the arrangements today. Shawn had given me a good budget to spend, and I was going to do it up my way the second time around.
I showered and dressed in thirty minutes flat and made my way down the stairs for a light breakfast. I bypassed Diana in the living room, and she was entertaining herself as usual, like I assumed she’d be.
I walked in the kitchen and noticed Ashley on her cell phone talking in a hushed tone. She didn’t even hear me when I came in because she was so engrossed with her conversation. I stood in the doorway and eavesdropped.
“Sure, baby. I want to see you too, Tony, baby,” she whispered in the phone. “As soon as I take care of some stuff wit’ my moms, I’ma hit you up, okay. I’ll try and ditch her by one o’clock…All right, boo. Love you, too.”
I made my way to the refrigerator, startling her in the process.
“Oh! Hey, Ma,” she said as she swiftly put her phone in her pocket. “How long were you standing there?”
“Long enough to want to know who Tony is.” I looked her dead in the eyes, one hand resting on my waist.
“Oh. Ah, Tony is just a friend, Ma.”
I knew she was lying. As a child I could tell when she was being dishonest because she would get this silly smirk on her face that always told on her.
“So do you say, ‘I love you,’ to all your friends, Ashley?”
She looked at me sideways because whenever I said one of my children’s names in a statement, they knew I was on to them. After going though all that I had gone through with Shawn over the last couple of years, I couldn’t stand being lied to by anyone, especially my family.
“No, Ma,” she said, her head hanging down.
“Look, Ashley, I really don’t have a problem with you having a boyfriend. It’s when you lie to me about things like this that really makes me mad. You kids know you can come to us about anything. Your father and I always told you that we would always have an open mind when it came to our children.”
I gathered my purse and my list of things to do.
“So when will we meet this boyfriend of yours?”
“Ma, Tony is kinda shy.”
“Okay, Ashley, whenever you are ready to introduce him, just let me know, so we can do it as a family.”
“Okay,” she said, getting up and following me as I made my way out to the car.
We traveled to Marley Station Mall, Columbia Mall, and made a special trip to Security Square Mall that day. I slowly took my time just to see how Ashley was going to react. She pouted and groaned as I made my way down each aisle. I could care less. I was in charge, and if she thought for a second she could ditch me, she was dead wrong.
I purposely asked her input on each arrangement and color scheme, knowing she really didn’t want to be with me and Diana. I was a little shocked at her sassy little attitude. I was starting to see a totally different side, a side she got from me, I have to say. She was a strong-willed, yet naïve adolescent.
I finally let her go on her merry way about five o’ clock. I dropped her off at Owings Mills subway station, and she scurried into the station and disappeared. I drove off with a smile on my face because I loved spending time with my girls all alone, even if they didn’t fully cooperate with it.
I wanted to teach them the value of family and bonding, schooling them on the birds and the bees and things of that nature while riding in the car when it was just us girls. Ashley would squirm and moan as I gave her lessons in feminine hygiene, but I knew she was better off getting it from me than some girl in her class who was still learning things herself.
As we pulled up to the house, I called the house phone to get Alex out to the car to help me with the bags. Like a good son, he came and scooped up the bags, and I made my way into the house along with Diana in tow, who hurried to her room to play with some new Bratz dolls I had bought her, leaving me and Alex to ourselves.
“Dag, Ma, you guys sure went crazy wit’ all this shopping and stuff.” Alex laughed as he carried the loaded bags toward our living room. “Y’all sure the malls got enough stuff left for their other customers?”
Pop! I playfully smacked him upside the head. “Boy, mind yo business.”
I was cut short by the phone ringing.
“Hey, Momma Black,” I said with a smile. I was always so happy to hear from my mother-in-law. I was as close to her as I was to my mom.
“Is Shawn home, Mona?”
She sounded like she was crying. I’d never heard Shawn’s mom crying, so I knew something was wrong. “Is everything okay, Ma?” I said, concern in my voice. “He’s not here right now. He’s at work, but I can click over and call him on three-way.”
I did so. When she spilled the beans, I was in complete shock. This news was so unexpected, I had to take a seat on the chair. Tears flowed from my eyes, and my mouth hung open in disbelief as I sat on the living room chair.
All I could think about was how Shawn was handling this news, because his response was just, “Okay,” and he hung up the phone.
Chapter 17
James
Sponsorship
November 6th, 2018, 11:53 A.M.
I decided to give the Black family and myself a break. Like a television show needed commercials to pay for their airtime, I needed me a new sponsor to fund my life. My money was halfway gone, and I quickly needed to find me somebody with some deep pockets. I decided to cruise around Kenny’s old stomping ground. After only about five minutes of driving, I spotted my new trick-and-treat, which was what I called them, because after I tricked them out, they would treat me to anything I wanted. Most people would say I was selling my body, but the way I saw it, it was simply a case of supply and demand. I was supplying what the community damn sure demanded.
I pulled up to th
e side of the curb and heard somebody yell, “Got that Ray Charles.”
I couldn’t believe they was giving crack cocaine names now. I laughed to myself because the thought of a crackhead chasing something that could make him high and blind blew my mind.
I ignored the drug calls and focused my attention on a dude posted up on his porch like he was just an average homeowner. I honked my horn and yelled, “Aye, yo!” as manly as I could.
It worked because he slowly rose up and made his way to the car. He was about the same height as I was. He had that hung-like-a-muthafucka walk, caramel-colored skin, and a couple of tattoos that flowed down his small but muscular arms. His dreads were neatly placed in a ponytail, and his face was shaped up, with a goatee to match.
His eyes said, “Fuck wit’ me if you want,” as he walked up to my car.
My kind of nigga. Trying my best to keep my eyes above his waist, I eyed him up and down like he was a hot, tempting treat.
Looking at another brotha’s crotch is a sure way to get yo ass sent to Bon Secours Hospital intensive care unit with a busted rib cage and some more shit. Not that it’s ever happened to me, but I’d heard stories of guys getting beat down for approaching a dude that was legitimately straight.
“What’s up, main man?” I said, putting on a superb around-the-way-gangsta act. “I’m tryin’-a get work. How can I be down?”
“Depends,” he said, looking me up and down.
I couldn’t figure out if he liked what he saw, or if he took me for a cop or something. “Depends on what?” I asked, partially knowing the drug game.
See, I did have the privilege of listening in on some of Kenny’s conversations while he was making drug transactions over the phone a couple of times. He’d even answered a couple of my questions after some of our sexual exploits. I’d learned a long time ago that asking a question is free and the knowledge that you get from asking could be very valuable in the future.