Married to a Balla

by Jackie D.

  “I see right now I’m gonna have to fuck her ass up. Things were headed in the right direction with Justice and I until this bitch came along!” she yelled. “Why is she trying to come between me and my man?”

  She smashed the cigarette into her cheesy, New York City tourist ashtray.

  Mercedes desperately needed to see if she could find out anything about who Skye was…who she was hiding from. Maybe if I find out who was beating her ass, maybe I can get her away from Justice before I lose him forever.

  Protecting Skye’s identity was out the door at this point. While working for Justice, Mercedes learned how to search the entire country’s battered shelters database, so she quickly put her snooping skills to work. Pulling up another internet browser, she typed in the domain name to the website then typed in Justice’s username and password. Once she was directed to the proper page, Mercedes typed in the name Janelle Coleman, but nothing came up. Frustrated, she started tapping her long fingernails against the desk.

  That bitch appeared out of no where. Where is she from, Mercedes thought. She remembered trying to pick Kareem and Jordan for some information one day as well, but never got far. She got them bastards trained.

  As time passed, Mercedes racked her brain trying to think of what she could do to get that bitch back for stealing her man. Then it hit her…Craigslist! She remembered one of the women who previously stayed at the shelter telling her she’d met and married the man who abused her on the popular community website.

  After logging on, Mercedes looked at all the advertisements and services they had. Even though there was no longer an adult services tab, that didn’t stop people from finding ways to market their services. They just did it in a disguised, clever way, which was exactly what she was about to do.

  Mercedes started to laugh. “I know what I can do. Janelle is gonna regret the day she decided to take something that didn’t belong to her.”

  Excited about the plan that was about to unfold, Mercedes went to Yahoo and created a fake email account. She then went to a porn website, stole a picture of a pretty naked black girl to help with her plan.

  She went back on Craigslist, typed in Atlanta for the city, then clicked on the Personals tab titled, ‘women seeking men’. After hitting the, ‘sex with no strings attached’ link and answer a few more general questions, she finally began typing.

  SOME GIRLS LIKE IT ROUGH AND RAW…

  Hi, I’m Janelle and I need a man to fulfill my fantasy. If you’re into role playing, so am I. Come to my house, tie me up and fuck me hard! I’m looking for someone to punish me because I’m a naughty filthy freak. Email me if you’re interested. Don’t be shy…I’ll be waiting.

  ONLY SERIOUS INQUIRES NEED TO APPLY!

  Mercedes displayed an evil and wicked grin as she hit the post button. Within minutes the fake ad had over ten responses. She couldn’t believe how many horny, freaky-ass men there were in the world. She was even more surprised that Craigslist allowed people to post and respond to ads like that.

  She talked to one man via email about her fantasies and painted a mental picture of what she wanted him to do to her. The man responded with his own freaky requests, which had Mercedes shaking her head. She could tell he was one sick pervert and that’s exactly what she was looking for.

  After giving the man Skye’s address, Mercedes smiled again.

  “That bitch will never make that date. I can’t wait for her to finally get what she deserves!”

  Chapter 22

  Skye carefully got up from the table at the nail salon grabbing her purse and keys. She refused to mess up her freshly done French manicure. Everything was almost complete for her special date with Justice later on that night. She even managed to find a cute, cheap black dress from Rainbow, a store she would’ve never been caught dead in when she was living off of Sandino’s money.

  Heading to the car, Skye stopped and turned around when she heard someone yelling at her.

  “Janelle, Janelle!”

  Skye wondered who the big woman was as she walked toward her.

  “Janelle, hold up for a minute!” When the woman finally approached her, she seemed out of breath. “Girl…I need to lose some damn weight.”

  Skye chuckled, but didn’t respond.

  “Don’t you remember me? We were at the shelter together. My name is Toya,” the woman said when Skye seemed concerned.

  Skye nodded her head. “Oh…yeah that’s right. I’m sorry, I guess I didn’t recognize you at first.”

  Skye questioned what Toya could’ve possibly wanted.

  “How you been?” Toya asked. “You look good.”

  “Thanks, I’ve been well,” Skye responded.

  “Well, I went by the shelter about a week ago to talk to Justice about something and he wasn’t there. I asked Mercedes if she knew where he was and she said, with a crazy look in her eyes, probably with that bitch, Janelle.”

  “Oh really. That’s not surprising. You know she didn’t care for me very much.”

  “I know so that’s why I just wanted to tell you once again to watch Mercedes. Before I moved out of the shelter I used to watch how jealous she got whenever she saw you and Justice together. It was obvious that Justice liked you…everybody knew it. After you got there, he started walking around smiling like he’d won the damn lottery.”

  Skye smiled.

  “Let me tell you this one last thing and I’m not gonna hold you any longer. It was a girl who came to the shelter about a month before you got there. She was cute, but still wasn’t any comparison to you. Anyway…Mercedes thought the girl liked Justice, and do you know what she did?”

  “What?” Skye questioned with concern.

  “Mercedes put something in that girl’s food. One night after we ate, that girl woke up with shortness of breath, she was throwing up like crazy and even her nose started bleeding. Nobody suspected Mercedes, but I know that bitch did something. Hell, she was the one who went out and got us food from Olive Garden that night.”

  Skye was shocked but not surprised. She knew Mercedes wasn’t playing with a full deck.

  “Damn, that’s crazy.”

  “Somebody need to check that bitch,” Toya replied.

  “Well, thanks again for the warning,” Skye said opening the car door. “I really appreciate it.”

  “You welcome, but watch your back, because that chick got it bad for Justice.”

  “Okay, I certainly will,” Skye replied getting into the car.

  She didn’t know or trust Toya well enough to discuss Mercedes any further.

  While driving home she could hardly wait to see what Justice had planned for them. He’d decided to take Skye out and cheer her up after learning that she’d been fired from her job for abruptly leaving that day. He also offered to pay Lydia an extra fee to keep Payton over night while they went out.

  She’d lost all confidence in herself. The fear of not having a job and needing to provide for her children along with starting a new life was intense. That’s the reason Skye stayed with Sandino as long as she did. Staying in an abusive relationship with him seemed more comfortable than leaving and not knowing where she would go or how she would make ends meet. She’d been abused to the point where Skye was convinced that she was unworthy and unlovable. That’s until she met Justice.

  After pulling up at her apartment, Skye jumped out of the car with a giddy smile. It felt like she was going to the prom as opposed to a simple date. Even though she and Justice spent time together, most of the time it was in the house so it had been a while since she’d really gone out and enjoyed herself. Instead of picking her up from home, Skye planned to meet Justice back at the shelter since he had a lot of paper work to catch up on. She was glad he’d finally fired Mercedes ass. The thought of having to deal with that bitch on a daily basis made her skin crawl especially after talking to Toya.

  Walking in the house, Skye kicked off her shoes and walked into the kitchen. She then looked at the clock on the stove. It wa
s 1:45 p.m. and Kareem was due home from school within the next two hours. Jordan normally stayed after for basketball practice. Skye was grateful that Justice had gotten the lawyer he’d dealt with in past to somehow perform a miracle and get Kareem’s house arrest conditions changed, which seemed to make her son a little less depressed. Even though he had to come straight home, at least now Kareem was able to get out of the house. She only hoped that the same lawyer could help in his case when he went to court in March.

  Opening the refrigerator, Skye realized that she’d forgotten to pack Payton’s apple juice that morning, so she grabbed the bottle knowing Lydia might need it. After slipping on a pair of flip flops, Skye quickly opened the door.

  The excitement that she had earlier quickly turned into panic when she found a stranger standing there. The tall, olive toned man wore a baseball hat pulled down almost covering his eyes. He also had a creepy smile on his face as he stood silent in front of her.

  “Can I help you?” Skye asked nervously.

  She knew most of her neighbors, so the Italian looking guy didn’t seem familiar.

  “Of course you can Janelle. You sent me a message saying you wanted to be tied up, spanked and raped. So here I am,” he said, with a little snicker.

  Skye’s eyes widened. How the fuck does he know that name, she thought.

  Realizing something wasn’t right, she quickly tried to close the door. Thinking it was all part of an act, the man took his right shoulder and pushed the door open before coming inside.

  “Oh, I like playing games like this. Come here baby. Come to big daddy,” he said, holding his hands out and walking toward her.

  His huge two hundred and forty pound hairy body made him look more like a gorilla than a human and he had the kind of face that would make milk turn sour.

  “Get away from me!” Skye yelled, as she grabbed a lamp off the table by the door and threw it at him. But as luck would have it, his fat-ass managed to dodge the flying piece of furniture. “Get the hell out of my house!” She screamed to the top of her lungs hoping someone would hear her.

  Skye took off running, trying to get to her bedroom closet. She’d purchased a gun without anyone knowing two days after thinking she saw Cruze. Not even Justice knew the small .25 caliber handgun was in one of her shoe boxes. Even though it wasn’t registered, it was still protection.

  Allowing her to only get a few feet away, the intruder ran behind Skye grabbing a hold of her hair and pushing her to the floor. Skye fought him hard, throwing several blows to his face knocking the baseball hat off. His hair was greasy, like he’d put a ton of gel in it.

  “Yeah…that’s what I’m talking about. Fighting back makes my dick harder.”

  “Stop it!” Skye yelled.

  She struggled to break away, but to no avail as he positioned himself on top of her confining her body to the floor.

  “Please…please…don’t rape me,” she begged.

  “Shut up!” he roared.

  When Skye realized she wouldn’t be able to get him off of her, she took her fingernails and dug them deep into his skin scratching his arms and left cheek. Yelling from the pain, he took his fist and punched her in the face twice. It was like being with Sandino all over again.

  “Get off of me!”

  When she screamed, the intruder placed his hands over her mouth then grabbed a sock and roll of duck tape out of his jacket pocket. He seemed well prepared. After stuffing the sock in her mouth, he then placed two pieces of tape over her lips. It was just like a scene out of a movie.

  He pulled out a knife and stuck it to her face. “If you move, I’ll kill you,” the intruder said, tying up her hands. As he wrapped his huge hands around her entire neck, he looked down at her with crazed eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that? You wanted this, so I came, bitch.”

  Placing the knife on the floor, he stuck his tongue out and started licking her face with his nasty smelling breath. Skye felt like she was about to throw up. Her muffled screams and struggling, of course, excited him even more.

  “No one will hear you. There will be no interruptions or salvation for you cunt. This is mine to do with as I please,” the intruder bragged.

  Standing over her body, he grabbed the top of her sweatpants then pulled them off. With her multi print bikini panties exposed, he smiled.

  “Nice thighs,” he said, rubbing his rough hands down her legs.

  His blood pumped harder causing his dick to swell. He almost went insane from the excitement of seeing this helpless woman squirm and beg for help, but her writhes and squirms in a vain attempt to break free were useless.

  “That’s right bitch…put up a fight,” he said.

  After ripping off her panties, he took off his tan, uniform looking Dockers pants along with his boxers then spread her legs apart. When Skye started kicking her legs, he punched her in the face again. This time it was a forceful kind of blow that left her in a daze. She could taste the blood in her mouth. Within seconds, he’d lunged his dick inside her dry pussy. Skye moaned in horrific pain when she felt his huge tool moving in and out non-stop. It felt like her coochie was on fire.

  Skye laid in a daze as he pounded away and licked her face. Tears welled up in her eyes at the thought of a strange man inside her body and when he whispered in her ear over and over, “You wanted this so I came.”

  He looked into her eyes as his thickening raping tool continued it’s vigorous plunges. Over and over he would repeatedly thrust in and out of her pussy. He reveled at the fact that she was not only in extreme pain, but was also in absolute despair. Skye felt completely violated.

  When she heard him moan and start to pumping even harder, Skye thought he was about to have an orgasm and it would all be over. But she was wrong, he was just getting started.

  “I guess you want it in the ass now…huh?”

  Hearing him say that really made Skye struggle to break free. Laughing, he rolled Skye over on her stomach and then pulled her thighs apart taking aim at her rectum. Once again he hurled his solid dick deep where it didn’t belong. Her muted screams rang out throughout the room as he unmercifully pumped in and out of her struggling body, while grabbing and squeezing her ass cheeks. Her body felt numb. Grunting with the effort of every thrust, he raped her harder…faster…over and over … until he exploded.

  But he wasn’t done yet. He pulled his still hard dick out, pent her legs back and entered her again. He continued to rape her for another thirty minutes until she felt his body shiver and he released all over her stomach.

  He didn’t even wear a condom, was all she kept thinking.

  Skye prayed he didn’t have AIDS or any other STD as he removed himself from in between her legs and smiled.

  “Damn, that pussy was better than I thought it would be. Let me know when you want another fantasy fulfilled and I’ll gladly come back,” he said, pulling up his pants and walking out the door.

  Skye laid naked, on the floor thinking, I just wanna die.

  Chapter 23

  Dre spent half the day driving around Atlanta asking questions about Skye, but nobody seemed to know who she was. He couldn’t believe how things had changed since he was locked up. He rode through The Bowen Homes Housing projects where he used to sell drugs and was totally taken aback when he realized it had been demolished. When he ran into some of his old homeboys they filled him in on how the destruction of the projects was part of the city’s plan to get rid of what officials say had become one of the worst crime-infested public housing developments.

  “Where the fuck is Deuce at? That nigga ain’t been around here gamblin’ in months,” a guy named Slick stated.

  “He doin’ other shit now,” Dre responded.

  “I miss winnin’ all that niggas dough,” Slick added.

  Dre continued standing on the corner reminiscing and listening to them talk about a group of new drug dealers that called themselves, Black Mafia Family or BMF for short. Apparently they were making loads of money and were kn
own to flash around town in tricked-out motorcycles, Bentley Coupes and iced out jewelry.

  “And the bitches in the strip club love them niggas. When they come up in the spot, you can forget about getting a damn lap dance,” Slick carried on.

  After getting tired of hearing about how much money those niggas were getting, Dre cut the visit short. He didn’t want to be tempted to re-live his days of hustling. He said his goodbyes and jumped into his car and headed downtown on Peachtree Street. After riding for a few minutes, he stopped at a light and looked up at the Ritz Carlton.

  Sandino got me looking on the street, and she’s probably laid up in a nice-ass hotel suite compliments of his ass, Dre thought.

  Suddenly, Dre’s phone rang, starling him. When he looked at the screen and saw Sandino’s name he became agitated. Sandino had just called not to long ago and it was pissing Dre off. He hesitated before answering. Dre knew Sandino would be mad that he didn’t have any leads yet. On the other hand, if he didn’t answer it Sandino would think he’d played him so he decided to answer it. Dre took a deep breath.

  “Hello.”

  “Have you found out anything yet?” Sandino asked.

  “Not yet. I’m out in the streets lookin’ and askin’, but nobody has seen her. I hit a few flea bag motels, and even went to all the homeless shelters in town. Nobody has seen a woman named Skye wit’ three kids. I guess it’s gonna take a lil’ longer.”

  Sandino was high as hell and started going off and yelling in the phone instantly. “What the fuck you mean not yet? I thought you said you were from Atlanta and once you hit the street you would know something on her whereabouts?”

  “I’m on it, but ‘dis shit ain’t easy. I don’t even have a picture.”

  “It shouldn’t be that hard. That bitch don’t have no money or family there, so it can’t be that difficult. I paid you to find her ass. I need this shit done now or else I’m gonna send Black down there to get my fuckin’ money back. I’ll get somebody else to do the job if you can’t handle it. Or if need be, I’ll come down there and find the bitch myself!” Sandino belted. “Have you tried the schools? Both of my boys are in high school. I’m pretty sure she’s registered them by now.”