Finessers 3

by Lucinda John

  As soon as I walked in the room, Honey and Denise both greeted me with hugs. Cinnamon had already given them the watered down version of what happened, so they wasn’t too surprised when they saw me. Seeing my homey in that condition broke my heart. Rob had really become a real good friend of mine; although Carter and I had been friends for the longest, I strongly believe he got what he deserved.

  “Can I have a moment with him please?” I asked.

  Everybody walked out of the room and left Rob and I alone. I pulled up a chair next to his bedside and just watched him in silence. With every breath the machine took for him, it chirped. This shit was just sad as fuck.

  “Bruh, I know you hear me. I’mma need for your ass to wake up. You can’t be having your wifey out here losing sleep and shit and ain’t nothing wrong with you. If this is your idea of a vacation I’mma need you to return your ass home ASAP! I need you on my team nigga. Who’s gon’ run shit for me? Don’t do this shit to your fam, bruh you way stronger than this. You better fight this shit.”

  For the remainder of my visit, I just sat back and chilled with him. I made Cinnamon take Honey home so that she could shower, eat, and sleep. I was starting to see the stress all over her face. Leaning my head back I closed my eyes and caught up on some sleep.

  When I woke up, I thanked God and called a nurse. Rob’s eyes was wide open looking at me. He wanted to say something, but due to the thick tub that was stuffed down his throat, he wasn’t able to. The doctor came in, checked his vitals, removed the tubes, and then handed him some ice chips and water to soothe his throat.

  “Took you ass long enough,” I laughed.

  “Nigga, where the fuck you been? Am I dead or some shit?” he asked.

  “Nah nigga you ain’t dead you alive and living just like me.”

  “So, you was alive all this time?”

  “Yeah, they try to pronounce me dead, but ma dukes wasn’t having that. She had them put me on a breathing machine and long story short, here I am nigga!”

  “Who tried to smoke you?” he asked.

  “My brother.”

  “Your brother?”

  “Yes my big brother Vic.”

  “Stop fucking with me.”

  “I’m dead as serious. Vic and I share the same daddy.”

  “Damn this a small ass world,” he said with his eyes closed “Carter been on some grimy shit.”

  “I know and Derico handled that ass.”

  “My nigga.”

  “I just sent your girl home to get some rest, so I ain’t gon’ tell her you up until she get a full night of sleep.”

  “Good looking out bruh.”

  “That’s what partners are for.”

  Chapter 31

  Cinnamon

  Every day I look in Chad’s face, I thanked my Julie. A part of me strongly believed that she snapped on his ass in heaven, which caused him to come back to life. I could hear her now. ‘How your dumbass gon die and leave Cinnamon and them two babies? If you don’t take your dumbass to earth, I’mma show you why I ain’t the one to fuck with’. Every time I thought about it in that way, I couldn’t help but laugh.

  Laying in his lap on the beach of Cabo, Mexico, I was where I wanted to be. It felt so good to finally rekindle our love and move forward. We utilized this trip to bring us together as one again. Instead of doing a weekend, we ended up doing a week.

  Our whole trip was spent having fun. I didn’t want us to really focus on sex because that was something we could do back home. I wanted us to have real fun. I had Chad doing shit like swimming with Dolphins and diving off of cliffs. It was nice to be with the laid back Chad that I fell dangerously in love with.

  “Chad, if you fuck up again, it’s a wrap,” I randomly said as he played in my hair.

  “I don’t plan on fucking up, not intentionally at least. I’m going to make mistakes and so are you, that’s with any relationship. We just have to learn how to communicate,” he replied pulling me on top of him.

  “I love you, Mr. Green.”

  “I love you too, Mrs. Green,” he replied sliding my thong off from underneath my dress.

  Removing his shorts, he guided the entrance of my pussy on top of his dick and slid me all the way down. He held me in place for a moment enjoying the feeling of wetness against his dick. Placing his hands on my chest, he tore my dress off of me and grabbed my breast in his hands.

  He ran his hands all over my body showing me that he loved me the way I was. A few times, he’d caught me covering up my body because my weight with Julie had me feeling insecure. He placed his hands on my baby fat making me feel uncomfortable.

  “You see this?” he said rubbing my stomach. “Don’t ever allow this to be the reason you feel insecure. You carried and blessed me with two children and you will always have my heart for that. It didn’t matter if you had rock hard abs or six guts, I’ll still love you the same. I didn’t fall in love with your looks, I fell in love with you. A guy can marry the baddest bitch in the world, but what happens when her looks start to fade? You are everything I need in a woman and don’t you ever forget that,” he said while rocking me back and forth on his dick

  Right before I was going to nut, he flipped me over, roughly pushed my legs apart and gently grabbed me by the throat. As he thrust in and out of me, he applied a little bit of pressure to my throat causing my pussy to scream out in excitement.

  “Fuck this pussy!” I cheered him on as he hit my spot on the head.

  I was about to come, but he flipped me over again and this time he had my face down and my ass tooted up. For some reason, he would not let me catch my nut and it was starting to piss me off. Right when I was near my peak again, he pulled out and tried to flip me in another position, but I wasn’t having that.

  Pushing him back I mounted his face and rode it until I bust all three of the nuts he tried to deprive me out of. He picked me up by my hair and rammed his dick down my throat. I graduated from Head University with a PHD, so I was able to suck on it without gagging. He continued to fuck my face until he was about to nut.

  He was about to pull out, but I wrapped my lips around him and sucked his dick until I had him screaming like a little bitch. Licking my lips, I showed him the nut in my mouth before swallowing. Chad loved that type of freaky shit.

  “Let me fuck you on the beach,” he said lifting me up.

  We got in the water butt naked and made sweet love on the shore as the waves from the ocean crashed against our bodies. For some reason, every nut we shared was so powerful that it blew my mind. I don’t know if it was because we was having make-up sex, but whatever it was, I didn’t mind having it in the bedroom every now and again.

  Chad fucked me on every section of the beach that he could think of. When he was finally finished with me, my legs were so sore that my kitty meowed every time I took a step. When we got back to our suite Chad ran me a hot bubble bath and I sat Ms. Kitty in there and allowed her to soak.

  Today was the last day of our trip and to be honest, I wasn’t ready to leave yet. I missed my kids dearly, but I loved being in Mexico. Before we boarded our flight, he did some sightseeing, a little shopping, and grabbed something to eat.

  Thank you for bringing me here, I loved it,” I said taking a bite of my beefy burritos.

  “You welcome love. I got us a timeshare here, so we can come back whenever you want.”

  “For real?”

  “Yes babe!”

  “Oh, my God, thank you! I yelled out in excitement jumping in his arms. People were starting to look, but I ain’t give a fuck. There was no law that stated you couldn’t show public display of affection.

  After lunch, it was time to go home. I did one last walk through of the room making sure I grabbed everything. Returning the hotel key, we got in a shuttle that brought us back to the airport.

  The flight back home was a long one. When we finally landed, I was feeling jetlagged. It was starting to get
late, so we let the kids spend the night with Chad’s mother.

  “Chad, your phone is ringing!” I yelled out.

  “Answer it for me!” he yelled back.

  “Hello?” I said picking up the phone. But instead of replying, the person on the other end hung up the phone.

  I didn’t want to ruin a perfect day by assuming shit that could possibly start an argument. It could have been that the person dialed the wrong number. But for them to hang up without even asking for someone sounded real suspect to me.

  My women’s intuition was telling me that something was going on. Pushing everything to the back of my head, I decided to wait it out. Everything that was done in the dark had to come to the light one day. I just hoped Chad wasn’t out there fucking up.

  Chapter 32

  Honey

  When Rob woke up out of his coma, I stood right there by his side. I was with him every step of the way. I made sure he got to every doctor’s appointment, I made sure his clothes was clean, he was fed, and his bandages were changed. Now that I done nursed him back to health, it was time for him to go.

  Rob lied to me so much that I didn’t trust him anymore. How could you lay up with someone and not tell them you had sickle cell? I had a boyfriend that was sick with a disease and hustling in the streets. Where they do that at?

  This nigga was too in love with the streets for me. He had a simple job, pick up money, and drop it off to Chad. I could deal with him if he was only doing that. He loved the feeling of being in the street, so that was where he stayed. He hadn’t been healed for a full week yet and he was already in the streets. You would think that he would have learned his lesson, but he didn’t.

  I lined up all of his suitcases across our bedroom floor. Folding the clothes as I took them out of hangers, I neatly placed them his suitcases. With every suitcase that I filled, I would drag it to the front door.

  He better hoped he came and got his things before the garbage man got lucky.

  “Honey, what the fuck are you doing?” Rob asked through clenched teeth.

  “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m helping your ass pack.”

  “Pack? Pack for what?”

  “Pack so you could take your happy ass from out my fucking face.”

  “So, you kicking me out of my house?’

  “You damn right!”

  “I never pegged you to be that type of girl.”

  “Well, I never thought that you would be the type of nigga that would put the streets before his family!”

  “Honey, I’m telling you I am working, making money to provide for us.”

  “Tell me this, how Chad have enough time to take Cinnamon out on a fucking trip and I can’t even get you to spend one day home with me!”

  “Exactly, what I thought! Now take your shit and to the left to the left!”

  I watched Rob as he loaded all of his bags in his car. I wanted to break down and cry so bad, but I had to stay strong. I wasn’t about to let this nigga see me sweat. If anything, his ass was going to be the one sweating.

  He grabbed his last suitcase, unhooked the house key off his key ring, and then threw it on the table. I wasn’t expecting him to do all that, but hey it is what it is. As soon as the car pulled out of the driveway, my legs caved in and I fell to the floor and cried my heart out.

  Picking up my phone, I called the only person that knew would understand me.

  “Hello?”

  “Cinn, I put him out,” I sobbed.

  “I’m on my way,” she said hanging up the phone.

  I laid on the ground and waited for my sister to come. How did something so perfect end up this way? How did I go from being in love, having a baby, almost losing my boyfriend, and single all in a matter of months?

  The next morning, I woke up with a terrible headache. I could smell food cooking, so I got up and headed downstairs.

  “Good morning sleepyhead,” Cinnamon greeted me with a smile. “After all that crying you was doing I know you could use a hot meal and two Tylenols,” she said placing the food and pills on the table.

  “I’m not really that hungry,” I said grabbing the orange juice.

  “That’s fine you may not be hungry, but that little baby is so eat something.”

  I picked up a piece of toast and applied butter on one side then jelly to the other. I bite into the toast, slowly chewed, and then swallowed it.

  “I have to go home and make breakfast for the family. Are you sure you’re going to be ok?” Cinnamon asked while wiping down the counters.

  “I am going to be fine.”

  “Call me, so I can meet you at the doctor’s office. We can go get cute afterwards that always make you feel better.”

  “That’s a plan,” I replied forcing myself to smile.

  All I really wanted to do was lay down and cry. As soon as Cinnamon left, I turned the ringer off all the phones and climbed into bed. Looking at Rob’s and I pictures scattered across the room, I was hit with a wave of emotion causing me to cry myself to sleep.

  Hearing the front door open and close, I smiled to myself thinking Rob came home. Then I remembered he gave me back my key and I just figured it was Cinnamon coming to check up on me. I heard rustling in the kitchen and figured she was going to make me something to eat for lunch. I pulled the blankets over my body then turned around and went back to sleep.

  “Ow!!!” I yelled out in pain as I felt someone drag me out of my bed by my hair.

  The person that came into my house to attack me pressed a cloth that contained a strong odor up to my nose. I tried to fight it by holding my nose, but the smell was unbearable. My body started to get weak until my legs finally gave out on me causing me to collapse.

  Chapter 33

  Vic

  Rise and shine my sweet Honey bear,” I said yanking her hair back.

  “Ahhhhhhh,” she yelled finally coming back to life.

  “Nice of you to finally join us.”

  “Vic, what do you want?” she cried.

  “I want your disloyal ass to suffer.”

  “Disloyal? You slept with my sister.”

  “I didn’t pursue her, she pursued me, I was just a squirrel trying to catch a nut.” I laughed playing with her long, beautiful hair. “You want to know what I think, Honey? I think it’s time for you to have makeover.”

  “Make over?”

  “Yes. I’m going to turn you into the little bitch I wanted you to be, then once I’m done with you, I’mma turn you into a crackhead. See I thought about killing you, but death is too sweet compared to what I have in store for you,” I said grabbing a pair of scissors.

  I forcefully grabbed her by the hair and started chopping off huge chunks. I watched the tears fall out of her eyes as she watched all her precious hair fall to the ground.

  “Somewhere in the Jects some bald headed ghetto girl would love to have this hair,” I taunted her as I trimmed her hair to the scalp.

  “That’s more like it,” I said stepping back and admiring my handy work. “I wonder if you still got good pussy,” I said slowly cutting her clothes off with the scissors I held in my hand.

  “Please, Vic, don’t do this?”

  “Did you say that to Rob when he was in between your legs? What I’m not good enough to indulge in some honey?” I laughed.

  Spreading her pretty, pink, pussy lips I sucked on her pearl.

  “Shut the fuck up and enjoy this,” I said smacking her upside the head with the back of the scissor. “It would be in your best interest to cooperate because once you piss me off, there ain’t no coming back from it.”

  “Now, where was I?” I asked before burying my head deep in her pussy.

  She didn’t move, scream, jump or moan, all she did was stare off in space with tears in her eyes. Those tears didn’t do a damn thing to me. I felt no type of remorse for the bitch. After everything I did for her and those ungrateful hoes her mother birthed, this
how they repaid me.

  After feasting on her sweet, juicy pussy, I pulled out my dick and shoved it in her ass.

  “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit! Please no!” she screamed causing my dick to double in size.

  I squeezed the base of my dick causing it to get fatter as I continued to assault her ass. I fucked that little ass with so much force that I felt her asshole tear. Pulling out of her ass, I shoved dick that was full of her shit and blood deep into the sweet walls of her vagina.

  “Mmmm this pussy gushy you must be pregnant,” I said as I fucked her like a jackrabbit.

  “Oh, Vic, please stop.”

  “Don’t stop? Ohh, Honey, you’re a freak,” I said as I continued to fuck her.

  The pleasure of causing her pain plus with how good her pussy felt against my dick, drove me crazy. I pinned her up against the wall and fucked her long, deep, and hard. I was not interested in shampooing the next nigga seed, so I pulled out and nutted all over her face. Talk about a makeover.

  Once I was done with her, I threw her against the back wall and tied her up like the animal she was. I walked out of the secluded warehouse that I held her in and went home. I was going to let her ass sit there and rot for two days before I came and threw her a bone.

  “How was torturing that bitch?” Chasity asked me as soon as I walked through the door.

  “A nice stress reliever. Did you do what I told you to do?”

  Not yet.”

  “Not yet?! What the fuck is taking you so long?”

  “It’s not that easy.”

  “Why not because you still have feelings for that nigga?” I asked grabbing her by the throat. “When you thought he was dead you was all for a nigga, but now that he somehow rose from the dead, you reneging? No, it don’t work like that. You have two fucking days to bring me Chad or I will make you suck on a horse’s dick before I slice your body up piece by piece,” I seethed throwing her hard against the China cabinet.

  The glass mirror that hung on the wall fell on her head creating a huge gash.