Giving Him Something He Can Feel (11 page)

I wasn’t even supposed to be there. First off, I got pulled over on some bullshit. I wasn’t speeding or anything. Then I saw those lights in my rearview and I knew it wasn’t going to be a good day. When the pig came up to the car, I cussed his ass out. Calling Officer Thomas every name in the book. I told myself I was going to pull the white people act. They always seem to get off by cussing and raising their voices at cops. Needless to say, my face wasn’t light enough because next thing I knew Officer Thomas was roughing me up. He placed me in handcuffs and then threw me in the back of the squad car. The bitch ass nigga didn’t even Mirandize me. Niggas like jail. It’s a so-called “badge of honor” in the hood. They be throwing welcome home parties and shit like it’s a celebration. Giving you the luxury style treatment, and all for what? Because you committed a crime and your stupid ass got caught.

Moral of the story was a mission had to be accomplished. Alex dissed our daughter Chyna plenty of times for that bitch Kandi. Now, I was on an expedition called take-that-bitch-down. I was feeling better than Janet Jackson because now I had control over that bitch.

Caine

After dropping Shawn off, I finally decided to go back home and see how Kandi was or what the fuck she destroyed. Every time we got into a fight, the girl had to break something of mine. If no funny shit had been going on in my crib, then I’d think about making up with her. For all I knew her ass could’ve ran off with that homo ass nigga Alex. Man on second thought, fuck her! I was not doing no motherfucking making up. Why the fuck was I talking about making up? That bitch was now dethroned. I couldn’t trust her ass no more. I did everything and more for her, her sorry-fucking excuse of a mother, and for what? For that bitch to cheat on me. Shit that was an unforgivable thing. Shit got me heated every time I thought about it. Then the bitch had the nerve to fuck the nigga in my house of all fucking places.
That’s what killed me with those bitches. Always running around saying niggas ain’t shit. Niggas can’t be faithful. Yet, they were the nasty hoes that were doing the shit. Giving pussy away to be famous or make a few dollars. Shit, some hoes were so trifling they’d fuck you for a bag of weed. Man, bitches ain’t shit these days. That’s why I should’ve never married one. Knowing I went against my better judgment had me heated.

“Damn, I didn’t even realize I was going that fast. Let me slow it down last thing I need is
five
O on my back,” I thought as I realized I was speeding.

Then again, jail for a night might be the best place before I went home and choked the shit out of Kandi. Knowing it was going to be a long night, I stopped at the corner store to pick up a case of Heineken and a pack of Newports before heading home.

Alex’s Revenge

Alex

After getting rid of Rico’s ass, I decided to ride around and see if I could spot that nigga Caine myself. He had Kandi tripping on me. She didn’t even give me any pussy and I couldn’t spend time with my daughter. All because I had to deal with his ass. I stopped at the store, got a blunt, and went back to the car to roll up. After getting blazed up, I sat in my car for a minute or two and like Wa-La who do I see pull in up to the store? The magician of the hour, Houdini himself, Caine. My first thought was to get at him off jump. After a quick second to think, I realized he didn’t know what the fuck I drove. So I chilled right where I was at until the nigga came out. That was when I made my move. He left his ignition on so I automatically saw an easier chance to get that nigga. I just slowly crept up, got into the backseat of his Expedition, and ducked behind the seat. Then all I had to do was wait until the nigga got in, and his ass was ten toes up.
Caine made his way back to the truck and lit up a cigarette. I couldn’t have that nigga running back in the store once he saw me so I gave him a chance to drive a block or two. Raising up from that backseat I put my plan into action.

“Remember me nigga?” I asked pointing the nine right in the back of his head. Caine became paranoid and started to slow down.

“Naw nigga, don’t slow down. Just keep driving and maybe you‘ll make it back home to your wife. She’s got some sweet pussy don’t she?” Licking my lips like LL Cool J, I said, “Umm I can still taste her on my lips. I continued talking straight shit. “Nigga you had to know you weren’t hitting that shit right. I was fucking her twice a day, while your corny ass was begging her for the pussy at night.” Still holding the pistol to his dome, I said, “Huh? Oh, I thought you said something nigga but you know this shit ain’t no joke now don’t cha? Make a left at the light and don’t say shit nigga. I’ll tell you where to go.” I could tell the nigga was starting to feel shit getting real. He just did ask I asked without saying a word. “Catching me off guard and fucking me up in front of Kandi… yeah I got something for your ass nigga. I don’t play that disrespectful shit nigga. Go in this apartment complex to the right and park in the back.”

Once I got Caine in my crib, I sat him down in a chair and tied his hands and feet up with rope and duct tape. That nigga couldn’t move if he wanted to. The nigga was trying to yap while I was thinking so I taped his mouth too. I rolled up a jay and drank some of his Heineken. “You know what Caine; I was at your house yesterday. Your wife let me taste her for five minutes and then told me leave. I’ve been horny all day nigga since I didn’t get none from her. I’m going to get some from you nigga.” I went over to snatch the duct tape off his mouth. Once I did that, the nigga spit in my face and said, “Nigga you ain’t getting shit from me. The only reason you talking big shit is because I’m tied up.” I punched him so hard he fell over in the chair.

“You know what, you’re right Caine.” I picked him and the chair back up. I went and grabbed my gun, locked and loaded it, and then walked over towards him. I pulled my pants down and told the nigga to open wide. After that motherfucker refused to open up, I put the gun right up to his fucking face. I shoved my dick so far in his mouth I could feel the back of his throat.

“Damn!” His mouth was warm and wet.

“I’m telling you now nigga, if you bite my shit, I’m going to blow your fucking head off, pronto.”

I made him suck harder and faster. After about ten minutes, I came in his mouth. It felt so damn good I felt the need to pull his pants down and bless him too. Still duck taped I released him from the chair and tossed him on the bed face down. I pulled his pants further down to his knees and ate his ass to get him prepared. Caine was either used to that shit or liked it because he was moaning so damn hard. I flipped him over and he began sucking my dick without me even putting the Glock to his dome. I came twice more in his mouth then I put the duct tape back on his mouth. I couldn’t have that nigga in that motherfucker hollering and shit. I rammed my dick so far up his ass, his shit became bloody instantly. I didn’t give a fuck. I kept pounding that nigga’s ass just like I did his wife. “Yeah motherfucker who look like Johnny Gill now nigga? I’m raping your ass then when I’m done with you, I’m going to go to your house and fuck your wife the same way.” I was still stroking my dick in his non-virgin yet tight ass. Kandi always wanted me to use rubbers, but not that night. Shit, she didn’t have shit to lose.

“Yeah don’t cry now you bitch ass nigga, you like this shit don’t cha?” Caine was taking that shit like a G after about ten minutes of me fucking the shit out of him. I took the duct tape off his mouth and told him if he yelled he was getting two in the head. One to kill him and the second to make sure he was dead. I made the nigga give me some more face then I continued to fuck his ass some more. Each stroke was deeper and deeper, the next thing I know that nigga Caine started to moan. His moaning was getting louder and louder.

“Fuck me Alex,” he said. “Fuck me better than you fuck my wife.”

Once the nigga said that I came right in his ass.

“Fuck,” I screamed out.

That nigga had some good tight ass and tight jaws to match. Caine started sucking my dick again. That shit was feeling right, better than any bitch’s mouth, hands down. That’s when I heard a car pull up. I went to investigate to see who it was. I peeked out the window.

“Got damn!”

Just when things couldn’t get any fucking worse, it was Rico. I had to hurry up and clear the fucking scene. I pulled the nigga’s pants back up and duct taped his mouth. I couldn’t have that nigga trying to snitch. I put my pants back on and made time to sit the nigga back in the chair. I grabbed my shirt to put over his head.

Rico was at the door and began to knock. “Who is it,” I yelled out still putting everything back in order. “Yo. It’s me cuzo, let me in nigga,” Rico said. “Hold up nigga, I’m coming,” I hollered back.

I had to make sure everything was in good order before I let the nigga in the crib. Fuck that! I couldn’t have those street niggas thinking I was a gay weak ass nigga. I grabbed my nine off the counter and went to open the door for Rico.

“Yo, I was in the middle of something nigga. What’s good?”

“Yo my bad nigga, the goons couldn’t find that nigga Caine. They say he must be laying low or got tipped off or some shit.
They looked
everywhere for that nigga; he didn’t even show up at his own spot. So what you want to do now nigga?”

Rico always needed someone to tell his crazy ass what to do.

“The goons good niggas, I ain’t mad. As a matter of fact, I’ve got Caine. You’re just in time to witness his murder.”

“Yo you mean to tell me you found the nigga and you didn’t call us, fam
?” Rico sounded shocked.

“Listen Rico, I wanted to handle this shit myself. I was at the convenience store and the next thing I know I see this nigga pull up. So I jacked his ass. He’s in the other room tied up and ready to be executed. So like I said nigga, since you’re here, follow me,” I told him.

Walking into the other room I took the shirt off Caine’s head like I was revealing a prize.

“I kept this nigga hostage overnight,” I told Rico.

“Damn. You fucked him up good cuz. What the fuck did you do to this nigga?” Rico asked.

Ignoring Rico’s question, I walked over towards Caine and raised the gun to the back of his head. He was trying to squirm his way out but he was already on my bodied list. I pulled the trigger and put two hollow points on the side of his head. That’s when I told Rico,

“I tortured him, period.”

I could picture Caine begging for his life before I pulled the trigger. It was just like a weak ass nigga to beg for mercy knowing he takes dick in the ass. Fuck that nigga. I couldn’t have anybody finding out about what happened. “A nigga got to do what a nigga got to do,” I thought to myself and I chuckled.

“Yo Rico, call the goons and have them strip the apartment, twice. I don’t want any traces of this shit leading back to my doorstep nigga. Feel me? I’ll holler at you later. And Rico, don’t fuck this up!” After getting myself fresh, I went to retrieve my car from where I left it at the store. Then I headed to Kandi’s house to make good on my promise to Caine.

Kandi

“What the fuck do you want Alex? I see you more than I see my husband.”

“Well maybe he’s done with you Kandi have you ever thought of that?” Alex asked.

Damn the nigga was right. I hadn’t seen Caine in a couple of days.

“Can I come in or are you just going to let me stand out here?”

I knew I shouldn’t but against my better judgment, I let him in.

“So… again, can you explain to me why you are here?” I asked him.

“I’m here for what you owe me,” he said

“Alex I don’t owe you shit!”

“See that’s where you’re wrong. Last time I was here, I ate your pussy and I didn’t get nothing in return. So now I’m here to collect on what I’m owed.” I could tell he was serious. “Don’t make me take it Kandi. I want some pussy and you’re going to give me some one way or another.”

I hadn’t had any dick in a while and the aggressiveness in his voice made me drip like a leaking faucet. Alex was coming closer to me. At that point, I felt like I didn’t have shit to lose. Caine walked out on me, wouldn’t return my calls, and I was horny as a bitch. Alex, who has the best head, was right there begging to be fed like a homeless man. He started to kiss and suck on my neck, hitting all the spots. I was becoming extra moist. I was more in the mood by the second. Alex worked his way to my breasts and began to suck them like a baby in need of its mamas’ milk. I loved when that nigga sucked on my breasts; it got me wet every time. I began to moan. I wanted to push him away but I was
so turned on I couldn’t.

He pulled my panties down, dropped to his knees, and began to lick my clit. When I tell you that nigga had some bomb head, it’s the truth. The bomb squad couldn’t defuse that mouth. I grabbed his head then lifted my leg up so he could have a pleasant meal. He was the cause of me losing my husband, marriage, and my self-respect. So I was going to get off the best way possible. Hell that was the least he could do for me. I rode his face like a stallion. That resulted in me busting three more times. He turned me around to ride his dick. I closed my eyes hoping to catch me another nut. Surprisingly, while I was fucking Alex all I could think about was Caine and the reason he hadn’t made it home yet. You never know what you have until it’s gone. I’d be disappointed in myself if I fucked up that money. But Caine didn’t call or come get the rest of his belongings. Shit, let a bitch know what’s up. I hadn’t fucked in a while, so I was going in. I got so caught up in the moment I called him Caine.

“What the fuck you just say?”

He lifted me up off his dick immediately. Butterflies were all in my stomach. Alex looked like he would slap a bitch in a minute if she were to get out of line.

“Shit my bad Alex. I’m just in a vulnerable place right now. You have to realize that,” I tried to explain. “My husband walked out because of what we’re doing right now. We knew when we first started seeing each other that I was married. There were no obligations, nothing, and now I’m caught up.” It didn’t seem like he felt sorry for me but I kept talking anyway. “So yeah nigga, I called you my husband’s name by mistake.” He walked closer to me as I was asking him, “Do you have a problem with that?” He looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Look Kandi, you know I want you. I already treat you like you my ole lady and we have fun together. I look at it this way, that nigga hasn’t come home in a day now.” He put both his hands on my shoulders and said, “It’s a done deal Ma. Let me take care of you Kandi. I LOVE YOU.” He must have thought I was going to let him skip over those words.