Raunchy (11 page)
My aunt made us some food and when she was done, she just stood in the kitchen staring me down. She had been upset ever since she found out her brother Rick had sent for me to go to L.A for a little while. She was wearing a sky blue long dress that looked like a bag and it had silver threads throughout it. Her natural locks were covered in the same material as her dress. Since my mom was murdered, Karen was the closest person in my life to a mother.
"What up, auntie? Why you in my look space?" I said chewing a piece of a biscuit.
"'I’m in your look space because I’m scared for you."
"I know you not about to say nothin’ about me goin’ to L.A again, 'cause my mind already made up and it’s a done deal."
"You know I don’t want you to leave, but I’m worried about something else now.”
“Like what?”
“I had a dream about you last night.”
Tony and me looked at each other because she always had dreams she claimed were premonitions. Some came true and others didn’t.
“And what happened in your dream this time?” I asked sarcastically.
“You gotta stay away from that Harmony girl, she’s bad news.”
“I can’t do that. That’s my shawty.” I said still eating. “Maybe your dream wrong.”
"I’m never wrong. Never!" She shouted hitting the counter with a closed fist. Everything on top of it shifted a few inches. “Now I need you to take me seriously.”
When I saw the anger and love in her eyes, I stood up and walked over to her. Then I placed my hands on her shoulders and felt the anger go away. Paco and them were banging pretty loudly downstairs, and I hoped she wouldn’t ask me what they were doing. Judging by the thumps, I had a feeling they were taking down the pool table.
“You gotta stop worrying about me. I’m good. And you usin’ them rock claws to fuck up your kitchen counters ain’t gonna make shit no different.” I winked. “Relax, auntie. Harmony is good for me and I’m good for her.”
She smiled and said, “Just be careful.”
“You know I will.”
“I don’t know what I’d do if someone took you away from me. If I was ever gonna have a son, you would be it.”
“What you talkin’ about? I
am
your son.” She hugged me, walked into her bedroom and shut the door.
“Whoa,” I said sitting back at the table with Tony. “She was serious as a heart attack that time.”
“Yeah…She ain’t feelin’ her at all.”
“She never liked her…But I don’t know why. Harmony good peoples.” Tony remained quiet. “What?”
“Cuzin, you better watch her. I been hearing niggas sayin’ she get around.”
I knew niggas wanted to fuck Harmony so I wasn’t even trippin’ off of the rumors. She would never cheat on me. Anyway, I was fuckin’ the girl Brittany on the side.
“Niggas always talkin’ shit when they wanna fuck your girl. They just mad ‘cause they can’t fuck mine.”
“I don’t think they know they can’t fuck her.”
“Slow up, Tony.” I said putting my hand out in front of me. “Like I said, that’s my shawty.”
Harmony wasn’t innocent but she definitely wasn’t guilty either. The main problems I had with her were her moody ways and how she tried to use sex to get me to do what she wanted. Don’t get me wrong, it was good, but I didn’t like that about her because we could never talk out our problems. Whenever we had an argument, she’d throw pussy at me and I usually took the bait. But I didn’t this last time and I know that fucked her up. We had gotten into an argument about her uncle, and how she don’t need to be doing what this nigga say all the time. When the next thing I know, she slapped me in the face. The whole thing was, I was agreeing with her. It’s like she got split personalities sometimes.
I was about to go check on things downstairs when the phone rang. I jumped up, looked at the caller ID box and saw Rick's number. People always asked me why I called him Rick instead of dad or some shit like that, but to me Rick held more respect than the word "father" ever could.
"What up, Rick?" I said.
"I just got word that Massive has been spotted in DC.”
I can’t lie, my pressure went up a little because I knew for a fact that if he was here, he was here for me. “Do you know where at in DC?”
“No. Just be careful, son."
When he hung up I knew he was serious because he never called me son. My father was a ruthless coldblooded killer and yet when it came to Massive, I sensed fear. Not because he was scared of him, but because he was scared for me. Massive was the reason my father moved me to DC in the first place.
When I was younger, Massive was in to my father for ten thousand dollars after losing in a High Stakes Poker game. From what Karen told me it was Rick, Cornell, Massive and a few other players at the table that night. My father loves gambling and has lost and gained millions doing what he loved. Anyway, Massive lost that night and was in to Rick and Cornell for a lot of cash. I don’t know what he offered Cornell but he offered Rick one of his custom made Porsches, which was way over the amount owed to cover his loss. But Rick made a living off his reputation so he took the nonpayment of his debt as a sign of disrespect.
So Rick waited a few months and did nothing to Massive. Massive would call him every day to thank him for giving him more time, promising to make good on the debt. He knew what my father was capable of and figured if he was still alive, all was forgiven.
When Massive finally came up with the money, his daughter was graduating from high school. Rick accepted the money although in his mind it was a day late. So he attended Massive’s daughter’s graduation and the moment Massive's daughter crossed the stage to accept her high school diploma, Rick had her gunned down in front of her friends and family. But Rick underestimated how far Massive would go to get revenge, and because of it, I would never have the luxury of being safe, just as long as he was alive.
"What Rick say, Jace?" Tony asked seeing the concern on my face.
"He said Massive in town."
The look on Tony Wop's face told me what I already know. "You got it bad this week, cousin.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I don’t know when it’s gonna happen, but you not gonna be able to fully live your life until you take care of this nigga, Jace. You gonna have to do it yourself, too.”
“I know. But how do you catch somebody who can’t be caught?”
“Seems to me that you ‘bout to find out.”
D.C General Hospital
A Crazy Kind Of Love
Kali
When Kali walked into DC General Hospital Center to see Sasha “Cherry” Miller, he was going for different reasons. Their’s was a peculiar kind of relationship and both of them had sick upbringings, which caused them to connect on strange levels. But it was Kali who thought that by holding onto her, Harmony, Jace and Vaughn, he could recreate the makeshift family he never had.
Cherry enjoyed Hybristophilia, a paraphilia that involved loving men who participated in violent crimes. She couldn’t find a more perfect match in Kali because he enjoyed Coprophagia, a paraphilia that involved being turned on by the eating of human feces as well as Sadism, a paraphilia that involved inflicting pain on another. Together they were a match made in hell.
When he stepped toward her hospital room, with the green army bag clasped tightly in his hand, he saw her hooked up to cords through an open door. Off the brake, his dick got hard. He loved how she was almost brought to death, yet somehow managed to survive. Her eyes were closed shut and she looked like she was in a peaceful sleep.
He walked deeper into the room and said, “Cherry…”
“
What the fuck are you doing here?” Mary Miller, Sasha’s mother, yelled walking up to him. He didn’t see her based on where she was sitting. Although she was older, she was just as beautiful as Cherry.
“
Yeah, son. I thought I told you to stay away from our daughter.” Bobby Miller added.
“
And I thought I told ya’ll to suck my dick.” He said looking between them with hate in his eyes. “Now if Sasha wants me to leave her alone, then I will, but until then get the fuck outta my face with that shit.” He walked around them and toward Cherry’s bed and dropped his bag on the floor. It made a loud thud but no one paid it any mind.
“
And I don’t want you to leave.” Cherry said in a weak voice. She opened her eyes fully and said, “Mom…Dad…Please give us some privacy.”
“
You so fucking ignorant and stupid!” Mary yelled. “Don’t you see the hate in this boy’s eyes? Are you that fuckin’ blind?”
“
Ma, please! This is between me and Kali.”
“
But he’s gonna kill you! Are you that desperate for some dick?”
“
No, ma, I get plenty of dick at work, remember?”
“
Oh my sweet, Jesus!” She said walking closer to her bed. “You are going straight to hell!” Her finger wagged back and forth in Cherry’s face. “Why would God curse me with such a selfish bitch?”
“
Come on, honey.” Bobby said pulling Mary away by her fragile elbow. “If she want us gone, then we should just leave.”
“
Get your decrepit hands off of me, you weak bastard.” She shook him off. “You should be beating the shit out of this boy right here instead of wrestling with me.”
“
Bitch, I’m 72 years old! What you trying to do…Get me killed?” He paused. “So you can cash in on my life insurance policy or something?”
Once again Bobby and Mary turned a situation that was not about them, into one involving them. This was the reason Cherry was so messed up to begin with.
“
Nigga, if I wanted you dead you’d be dead by now…You halfway walking anyway, shiny black, mothafucka!”
“
Bitch, get your shit and come on!” He picked up her purse and pushed it into her chest, forcing her to hold it. “Pussy so foul it stunk up the whole damn room.” He said helping her toward the door. “No wonder she wants us to leave.”
“
Fuck you, ya no dick having mothafucka!”
“
It’s time to go, you bent over backwards, bitch!” Bobby said stealing the last words.
People on the outside of the room gathered around when they heard the commotion. Mary and Bobby fussed and cussed all the way down the hall and onto the elevator. When they were gone one of the orderlies peeked into the room and said, “I feel so sorry for you.” He shook his head. “They must give you the blues.”
“
Nigga, get your faggy ass from out in front the door before I break your back.” Kali said. The orderly got out of dodge with the quickness.
Cherry shook her head and said, “I’m so embarrassed. Why do they always have to cut up?”
“
I don’t know why, but they been like that forever and ain’t never gonna change.”
She smiled and said, “I know but sometimes I wish my life could be different.”
“
Wishing's for fools, Cherry. Take the life you got and deal with it. You’d be better off that way.”
“
I…I can’t believe you came.”
“
I ain’t beefin’ with you no more.”
“
I’m sorry about what I said about you and Harmony. I like her, and I know ya’ll gonna always be cool. But sometimes I get so jealous at ya’ll’s relationship though.”
He walked over to her, took his cap off and said, “So what happened to you?” He paused. “Tell me everything.”
“
Well I was servicing a client.”
“
Yeah but how?”
“
Kali, I don’t want to go into detail. It’s too gross.”
“
Just tell me and stop fuckin’ around.”
“
Why do you like to hear these stories?”
“
Would it make you feel better if I didn’t like your lifestyle? Didn’t you tell me you loved that about me? The fact that I wanted to know everything about you where other niggas didn’t?”
“
Yes.”
“
Well stop tryin’ to make me feel fucked up about it. And tell me what happened.”
She sighed and said, “I have a real sick ass client. He likes to…He likes to eat my pussy after I’ve had sex with other men. Normally he comes at night,” she said taking a deep breath. She was still a little weak from all of the pain meds she was on. “But this time he came during the day. We pulled up in the alley, I lifted my dress and he started eating my pussy. Then he whipped out his dick and started jerking off.” She paused like she was about to cry but her sorrow turned to pleasure when Kali pulled out his dick and started beating off too.
“
What are you doing?” She asked knowing full well what he was doing. She loved playing the martyr...It made sex better. “Somebody could come in here and see you.”
“
I’ma be quick,” he frowned. “Now go ‘head…Finish telling me.”
“
O…Okay. So he pulled his dick out and started jerking off.” She stared at Kali who was jerking his dick harder. “Then he stopped and looked up at me while he was eating my pussy and all of a sudden he looked angry. Normally I’d pretend to be enjoying the act but this time I didn’t, there were too many people outside and it was daytime. I was more concerned with getting caught than anything so I guess he got mad. I saw him messing around in his pocket but I didn’t see the blade in his hand at first. When I finally did, it was too late because he pressed me up against the car door and cut what the doctor says is my femoral artery. I could’ve bled to death.”
