“She’ll be home in about twenty minutes,” Roscoe said, driving through the red light.
* * *
After Ricky got dressed, he and his new friend walked out the side door and over to his parked car. Like a gentleman, he walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for her. When she climbed inside and shut the door, the woman leaned over and unlocked his door for him. Ricky got inside and started up his car. The engine to the BMW purred to life as the electronic dashboard lit up. Before Ricky pulled off, he saw India staring at him from inside the window. He could see the sadness in her watery eyes. Sighing, Ricky had to force himself to turn away. He knew that it was painful for India to see him leave with another woman. But what India didn’t know was that it was just as hard for him.
Ricky turned to the beautiful female and said, “Ready?”
“I been ready!” she replied smiling, as he slowly pulled off.
* * *
Roscoe made sure that he parked his truck around the corner from Malinda’s apartment. He and Damon was hiding behind a row of manicured bushes right outside of her apartment. They patiently watched as Tori pulled up in her mother’s car and double-parked.
A few minutes later, Malinda got out of the car. She watched as Tori drove off. Roscoe and Damon were both dressed in all-black: sweatshirts, jeans, gloves, ski mask, and Tims.
As soon as Malinda walked up to her front door, they quickly jumped out and grabbed her. Roscoe held her arms while Damon punched her in the face as hard as he could. The hard blow knocked her unconscious. Then Damon used her door key to open the door, and they dragged her slumped body inside the empty apartment. They laid Malinda’s body on the sofa. Damon shut the front door and rushed into the kitchen to get a glass of water. When he walked back into the living room, he threw the cold water in Malinda’s face. She started slowly waking up. When she had finally regained consciousness, Roscoe and Damon were standing in front of her with pointed guns. Roscoe reached out and grabbed Malinda by the neck. A terrified look registered in her eyes.
“Bitch, what the fuck is going?” he said angrily. “What the hell is going on with Tori?”
“Roscoe, please! I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Malinda said as tears sprang to her eyes.
“Bitch, you wanna play games?” he said, jamming the loaded gun between her eyes.
“Please don’t kill me!” Malinda begged.
“Bitch, I’ma ask you just one more time. What the fuck is going on with Tori?”
Malinda saw the look of pure evil in his eyes. She trembled with fear.
“‘Mr. Orgasm!’ Tori and ‘Mr. Orgasm’ had sex last week at the club in one of those small private rooms,” Malinda cried out.
“What!” Roscoe shouted.
“Tori met him back at his house one night and . . . and . . .”
“And what, bitch?” Roscoe said heated.
“And he turned her out! After being with him, she told me that she didn’t want to be with you anymore,” Malinda muttered.
Roscoe slapped Malinda with his gun. She fell back on the sofa with her hands covering her bloody mouth.
“Please, Roscoe! Please. I told you what you wanted to know! Please don’t kill me!”
“Bitch, just like your adulterous-ass girlfriend; you’re nothing but another whore who chase after money and sex!” Roscoe shouted angrily. The two men both stood over Malinda and pointed their guns. Before she could scream out for help, bullets riddled her body. They shot Malinda nine times in the face and chest. When they got back in the truck, Roscoe drove off down the dark street.
“As soon as I see that nigga Ricky, I’ma kill ’im! I put that on my unborn kids! And the same goes for that no-good whore Tori!” Roscoe said as a tear fell from the corner of his eye.
Chapter Thirty
The Consequences of Sin
Thursday
When Tori received the early-morning disturbing phone call from Malinda’s landlord, her painful scream filled the entire house. Malinda’s shot-up body was discovered when the landlord came by to fix the bathroom sink. After seeing Malinda’s bloody, almost unrecognizable corpse lying on the sofa, the landlord immediately called 911. He then called Tori, who was listed as Malinda’s emergency contact. Malinda’s body was immediately taken to the Philadelphia Medical Examiner’s office. The slaying was broadcast all over the TV news and radio. The police had no clues or witnesses. And the neighbors had told the detectives that no gunshots were heard. Tori was now scared for her life. Something deep inside of her was telling her that Roscoe, her ex-fiancé, was the person behind this brutal murder. Killing Malinda was the warning to let her know that she was next to die.
With the money that Ricky gave her, Tori left her mother’s house and used it to check in at a motel. She took a week’s worth of clothes and her cell phone with her. When she got to the motel, Tori called her job and asked her boss for an emergency leave of absence. Her boss at the hospital, who had learned about the tragic murder from watching the news, told Tori to take as much time as she needed. Inside her motel room, Tori let the tears of pain, sorrow, and loss drip from her terrified face. At the same time, she had never been more scared in her life.
* * *
Roscoe and Damon had been driving all around West and Southwest Philadelphia searching for Ricky. When they met Flex at the club and asked him if he saw Ricky around, Flex told them that he hadn’t seen him and wasn’t expecting to until the next strip show on Monday night.
They asked Flex some more questions about Ricky, but he didn’t have any more info to give them.
“When you see that nigga, call me ASAP!” Roscoe told Flex before driving off.
When Roscoe drove by Tori’s mother’s house, the elderly woman told him that Tori had left the house with her suitcase and got into a cab. Roscoe knew that Tori was now running for her life.
With their loaded 9 mm Berettas under their shirts and a loaded AK-47 lying on the back floor of the stolen car, Roscoe and Damon continued to drive around on their murderous hunt. With the look of pain on their faces and revenge inside their hearts, Roscoe and Damon were determined to track down Ricky and Tori. They both had crossed a dangerous line. The power of lust, sex, and infatuation had been the cause. While Tori was inside of a North Philly motel, scared for her life, Ricky had no idea that he was now a wanted man. As the two men continued to drive around looking for their next two victims, no words were spoken, because both men knew that Malinda’s brutal murder was just the beginning.
Friday
Ricky got out of his BMW and walked around the driver’s side to where Twist was seated. Twist rolled down the window and shook Ricky’s hand.
“Take care of my baby,” Ricky said.
“Don’t worry, Ricky. I got you, homeboy. I’m just gonna hang out with my girl for her birthday and show off a little,” Twist said with a smile. “I’ll call you in the morning. Enjoy your blind date.”
“Hopefully, I will,” Ricky said walking toward his loft. Ricky stood there and watched as Twist drove off down the dark street. When he disappeared, Ricky went into his loft to get himself ready for his blind date with the contest winner.
After taking a hot shower, he dried himself off, lotioned down his muscular body, and put on his clothes. Ricky was impeccably dressed, looking sharp as a blade. He wore a black Polo blazer, a cream-colored Versace mock neck, black Polo slacks, and a pair of black Gucci loafers. His head was freshly shaved, and his goatee was nicely shaped up. The Polo fragrance covered his body. The iced-out Rolex covered his wrist, and the 1-carat diamond earring lit up his left ear.
It was 7:35. Ricky was expecting the limo to come pick him up at 8:00. That was the time that India had told him it would be there. He sat on the sofa listening to the music as he waited. A song by Norah Jones flowed out of the speakers. Ricky got lost in her beautiful voice, but soon, the sound of a loud horn brought him out of his peaceful zone.
He turned off the music and dimmed all
the lights. When he walked out the front door, an all-black stretch Mercedes-Benz limousine was parked in front of his loft. After locking his door, Ricky walked over to the limo, opened the back door, and slid inside. The driver rolled down the tinted separation glass and said, “Hi, Mr. Johnson. My name is Charlie. I’m your driver for the evening. I’ll be taking you to meet your companion for the evening. She’s currently waiting as we speak. If there’s anything you need, just pick up the phone and call me up front. I was told not to disturb you for the rest of the evening. There’s champagne in the bar and a TV if you get bored. I hope you enjoy yourself tonight,” he said, turning back around and pressing a button that rolled up the thick, tinted separation glass. Ricky reached over and turned on the radio to WDAS, a popular Philadelphia radio station which was playing classic R&B songs.
“If Only You Knew” by Philly’s own Patti LaBelle, flowed smoothly from out of the sound system. Ricky relaxed in the comfortable leather seat and started humming the melody. The song brought back so many wonderful memories. As the limo cruised through the dark Philly streets, he closed his eyes and once again, let himself get lost in the music.
Chapter Thirty-One
The Point of No Return
Half an hour later
The limo pulled up and stopped at a secluded area near Penn’s Landing. Charlie rolled down the tinted separation glass and said, “This is where your date asked me to come pick her up. She’ll be wearing all-black.” Then he rolled the window up.
Ricky opened the door and stepped outside of the car. He stood there looking all around. There was a nice cool breeze coming from the calm Delaware River. A full moon was high up in the sky, surrounded by bright shining stars. The temperature was in the mid-sixties, perfect for a pleasant fall night.
He turned around and noticed a woman dressed in black slowly walking toward him. Nervousness filled his body. He couldn’t see her face, but he could see that she was tall and slim. The closer she got, the more he recognized her face.
When India finally approached him, Ricky stood there with surprise written all over his countenance. India looked stunning; her face, hair, and that perfect smile. She was dressed in a black satin-trimmed wrap dress by Vera Wang. On her pedicured feet was a pair of black Prada stiletto boots. Ricky stood there in total silence. India stood there staring into his shocked brown eyes while tears fell from the corner of hers.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment with you from the very first time I ever saw you. This time, I’m not gonna let you run away.” India grabbed his hands and continued to look into his eyes. “I’m tired of crying for your attention, yearning and craving your love. Thinking about you all day, every day. Touching myself at night, wishing that it was you instead; chasing you and seeing you running away. I love you, Ricky. I love you, and I’m not afraid to say it because this is how I feel. I love your daughter. I love everything about you. I don’t care what happened in your past or what’s going on between you and my mother. I will not let you continue to run away from me. I will not go another minute from this moment on, without you being a part of my life,” India cried out.
Ricky looked into her serious, watery eyes and started wiping her tears.
“Ricky, if you feel what I feel, just tell me. Please, Ricky, I gotta know,” she said desperately.
Slowly, Ricky said, “India, in all my life, I have only told one woman that I love her, and that was Asia’s mother, Cheryl. Tonight, I can honestly look into your eyes and say that what I feel for you is a feeling that I’ve never known before. Yes, India, I do love you,” Ricky professed as they embraced each other and started kissing passionately. For five undisturbed minutes, they kissed without separating for a break. Both of them were burning with desire and passion. They were more turned on than they had ever been in their lives.
They got into the limo and closed the door. Charlie rolled down the window and said, “Where to?”
“Back to his place,” India said as their tongues got reacquainted.
About twenty minutes later, the limo pulled up in front of Ricky’s private loft. After Ricky shut the door, they were at each other like two wild animals in heat, snatching and tearing off each other’s clothes. Their bodies couldn’t be apart another moment. Cupid had called, and both their ears had heard his loud voice.
Ricky picked up India’s naked body and carried her into his mirrored-covered bedroom. He placed her on the bed and quickly joined her. Ricky climbed onto her body, and once again, they started kissing passionately, their hearts beating as one.
“Make love to me, Ricky. Make love to me now!” India cried out.
In one smooth motion, Ricky slid his hard, long dick into India’s wet and silky paradise. She moaned out in pleasure as she reached her arms around and cupped Ricky’s ass while he stroked in and out of her. She matched him stroke for stroke, meeting his with every thrust.
“Oh yes! Make love to me good,” India moaned softly. Ricky licked around her neck and earlobes. The feeling was so good that he could feel himself coming inside of her. He hadn’t had sex without a condom since Cheryl.
“Oh, I’m coming!” Ricky grunted, exploding deep inside of her.
“Let it all out, baby! Keep making love to me!” India moaned as she pulled Ricky’s trembling naked body closer to hers. Ricky was so turned on that his dick was still rock hard. He put India’s legs up on his shoulders and started stroking inside of her with all the force in his body.
“Oh! Ahh! Ohh! Oh! Ricky, I’m com-coming! I’m coming, baby!” India cried out. The powerful orgasm swept through her trembling body as sweat dripped from both of them.
“Oh, Ricky! Ohh, Ricky, I love you! I’m-I’m coming again!” India screamed out in pure pleasure.
They were both so turned on that neither one of them wanted to stop. Both of their bodies had been taken over by a sexual force that wouldn’t be denied—a force of lust, passion, and love.
When Ricky lay on his back, India straddled herself on top of him and slid his still hard dick into her throbbing wetness. They melted in each other’s arms. They grunted and moaned out each other’s names.
Ricky lay back impressed with India’s flexibility. She was riding him like a born pro, as if his dick was made perfectly for her. India rode Ricky until his toes curled, and he came inside of her wet pussy again. She could feel his thick love cream filling up her insides. She sucked on his lower lip and kept on riding away.
“Oh, I’m coming again!” India screamed, riding him harder and faster. “Oh, Ricky . . . Oh . . . Oh, Ricky! I’m having an orgasm!” India said slumping down on his sweaty chest.
Ricky turned her body around and crawled down between her thighs. While India lay back trembling, he teased her clit with his warm tongue. He did the alphabet trick with his tongue, starting from A–Z. Then he did the same trick in reverse from Z–A.
“Oh yes! Oh yes!” India said as the wonderful feeling made her come once again.
Ricky was far from done with her. It was now time for him to perform his famous triorgasm trick on her. First, he started stimulating her clit. Then he slowly moved his warm, wet tongue to her vagina for a few minutes, then slowly back to the clit. When he felt India reaching her peak, he used two of his long fingers to stimulate her G-spot and anus at the same time. The pleasing sensation started heightening sensitivity all throughout her trembling body, giving India’s satisfied body an earth-shattering orgasm.
“Oh! Oh! Ahhh! My God! Ricky! Ricky! I’m having another orgasm!” India cried out in ecstasy. Ricky crawled up on her naked body and slide his dick back inside of her. India looked into his eyes and said, “Tell me you’re all mine, Ricky! Tell me!” she cried as he stroked in and out of her.
After a long passionate kiss, Ricky looked into her serious eyes and said, “From this moment on, I’m all yours, India!” The words were like music to her ears.
* * *
Twist and his attractive young girlfriend never noticed the stolen dark green Bui
ck Regal following close behind them. For four blocks the car was close on their tail. Twist and his girlfriend Kim were inside the BMW enjoying music from the radio. When Twist pulled into the parking lot of the AMC movie theater on Delaware Avenue, the Buick quickly pulled up and blocked them off. Suddenly, two masked men jumped from out of the car. One of the men was carrying a Russian AK-47 machine gun, and the other had two loaded 9 mm Berettas in his hands.
Twist and his beautiful girlfriend didn’t have a chance. The sounds of nonstop shooting filled the dark sky. It sound like the Fourth of July was happening in the middle of September. Twist and his girlfriend died instantly on her birthday. Their mangled bodies slumped down inside the bullet-riddled BMW. The two shooters quickly got back into the stolen car and sped off through the parking lot. When the police finally arrived on the scene, they saw the brutal massacre of the young teenagers. The vicious assassins were already long gone.
After ditching the stolen car, Roscoe and Damon got back inside the Escalade. Damon rolled up another Haze-filled blunt and lit it up. They passed it back and forth blowing the thick smoke into the air. There were no words spoken. No grief for taking two lives. Murder was easy for them. The consequence of sin was a penalty that every sinner must one day face.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Soul Mates
Saturday morning
Ricky and India made love all night long, literally. Together, their bodies experimented with every sexual position in the book: missionary, doggie style, reverse cowgirl, on top, sideways, standing, sitting, oral, anal, and 69. Now they lay in bed staring into each other’s satisfied eyes.
“I’m not leaving you, Ricky. It’s all about us now,” India said walking her fingers up and down his arm. “I want you to tell me everything, and I promise I won’t hold anything against you,” she said in a serious voice.
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