Retribution (35 page)

“What, did he toss you a few fucking dollars for wetting his dick? Did he promise to keep you laced in handbags and shit? Bitch, admit it. You sucked his fucking dick. Admit
you
betrayed
me—
the bitch who always looked out for you—for a hard goddamn dick and a wad of hot cum!”

Finally, I hit the right nerve. Push the right buttons, and the truth starts shooting out of her mouth, hot and angry. Everything she's ever felt roars out of her mouth like a wild burning fire.

“Bitch! You
want
the fucking truth? Then here it is
raw and uncut:
I love you. But I fucking
hate
you more! And,
yes,
I sucked Jasper's dick! There, you satisfied! I sucked his dick, okay! Why? Because I fucking wanted to! You didn't fucking deserve a nigga like him! Bitch, you had it good. Jasper gave you
any
thing you wanted, and that shit still wasn't enough for you. You still went and shitted on him. It's always about
you,
bitch! Pasha this, Pasha, that! The fly bitch who always gets what she wants. Who always gets all the right niggas eating outta the palm of her goddamn hands!

“And bitches like me, who know how to treat a good man, gotta stand on the sidelines and watch bitches like
you
fuck over all the good men. You fucking slutted yourself out on Jasper and that nigga
still
wanted
you!
The nigga still stayed with
you
. I fucking told him what the fuck
you
were—” She catches herself before she finishes what I already know. She stares at me, gauging my reaction as if she's waiting for me to jump up and start hooking off on her.

But I simply sit, still. Emotionless. Staring at her, through her. And I'm surprisingly calm…
too
calm. I can tell she's taken aback by how composed I am, how unmoved I am.

I let my stare and the stillness in the room slice into her soul before finally saying, “I already
knew
. So there's no need to stop. Finish telling me how you backstabbed me; how you told Jasper shit I told,
asked
, you to keep between us. You told that nigga shit hoping he'd leave me for you. So, tell me. How'd you make out with that?” I shake my head, feeling my anger boiling up through the pit of my stomach. “You hated me
that
much, knowing how fucking crazy Jasper was, to shit on me. Because of
you
, I was almost beaten to death. Because of
you
, my son almost lost his life.”

She scowls. “No, bitch! You were almost beat to death because of
you
. Not
me
. Had you kept your lips off of other niggas' dicks, none of that would have happened to you.
You
did that, bitch…” She cast her eyes downward, pausing. She swipes a tear. “You got what the fuck
you
deserved.”

I count to ten in my head. Inhale. Exhale. Then slowly rise from my chair, looking dead into my cousin's eyes. My heart aches. Not for me. Not for her. But for our Nana. Tears well up in my eyes. I fight them back.

I clench my teeth, glaring at her. “You have
no
fucking idea what
you
did to me, what Jasper did to me! Maybe I did deserve it. But, bitch, I
didn't
deserve to be snaked by
you.
Your loyalty should have been to
me
. Unlike
you
, I have
never
hated on you. Have
never
disrespected you, or talked shit about
you
behind your back. I couldn't care less about you sucking Jasper's dick. And I don't give a fuck if he fucked you or not. But,
bitch
, what I do give a fuck about is the fact that
you
fucked me over. And what I find most interesting, is that not
once
did you apologize for stabbing me in the back.”

“Because I didn't fucking care, Pasha, okay! I didn't fucking care! And I still don't! Fuck you, bitch! After everything and
you
still landed on your feet, bitch!” Her lips quiver. “I wish I could tell you that I feel sorry for what I did. But I don't!” A tear drops from her eye.

I leer, taking her in. Disgusted. Saddened. To think, it's come to this. Emptiness. Whatever I've felt for her is gone. Dead. Buried.

I look at this bitch and feel
nothing.

The more she talks, the longer she's in my face, the more tears she sheds, it becomes painfully clear what will become of her, of us. This is how it will end.

And my mind is made up. After tonight, this bitch is literally dead to me!

She reaches for her bag. “And you wanna know something else, Pasha, since it's finally all out in the open. I lied. I
did
fuck Jasper. I'm
still
fucking…” I don't let the rest of her sentence roll off of her slimy-ass tongue. In one swift motion I hit the bitch dead in the throat, causing her to gasp for air as I wrap my hands in her weave and swing the bitch into the wall.

I don't give her a chance to recover from the blow to her throat. I knee her in the stomach. Finally her voice comes in a loud piercing scream as she hunches over, clutching her stomach. I swing her into the bookcase.

“Ohmygod! Nooooo! I-I-I'm preg…” She gasps for more air. She heaves loudly. The bitch doesn't even see it coming when I snatch the crystal paperweight from off the bookcase and smash it in her face. She howls like a wounded animal. Blood gushes out of her mouth and nose.

“Bitch, I don't give a fuck about you being pregnant! You didn't give a fuck about me when you were running your motherfucking mouth to Jasper. I was pregnant, bitch, when I almost ended up dead, thanks to you and Jasper and all the rest of those niggas.” I crack her in the face again, causing her to hit the floor. Now I am crying. Snot and spit is flying everywhere along with Felecia's spurting blood.

I stand over top of her, stomping and kicking the shit out of her. She curls up in a ball, screaming and yelling and begging. I stomp her in the head. “Bitch, you can scream all you want. Why the fuck you think I had these walls soundproofed over the summer, huh, bitch?” I kick her in the back. “To keep nosey bitches like you from hearing what the fuck goes on in here. So scream all you want!”

I grab a handful of her weave and yank her head back. She tries to fight me off of her, but her blows are weak. I've knocked the
bitch's wind out of her. Caught the bitch slipping. “Bitch, you have no idea what the fuck you've done! You have no idea who the fuck I've become!”

I drop the bloodied paperweight. It hits the carpet with a loud thud as I reach in the back of me in one smooth motion and pull out the gun I have tucked in the waist of my jeans. The minute she sees the shiny chrome in my hand, she starts trying to scurry away, pleading.

“Bitch, go cry me a river some-fucking-where else. The minute you got in Jasper's ear,
you
tossed me to the fucking wolves. And for that, I will
never
fucking forgive you. So save the Oprah special.
You
have fucking sealed your fate!”

“No, P-P-Pasha, p-p-please. Y-y-you don't have to do this. I'm t-t-two months' preg…” I bang her in the mouth with the butt of the gun, knocking out teeth. She cries out, covering her mouth with her hands. Tears and blood and snot are smeared all over her face. Her nose and mouth are still bleeding.

I hit her upside the head, knocking her back.

There's no turning back now. The line in the sand has already been crossed. This bitch made her choice. Now I'm making mine.

I slam the tip of the silencer in her mouth, shoving it as far down as it'll go. She gags. I lean in, then say in a voice that does not sound like my own, “I'm going to show you what you helped Jasper do to me. You wanna live, bitch?” She rapidly nods her head. She tries to speak, but I ram the gun further down into her throat. “Then suck this shit like a dick, bitch!” I slam the barrel in and out of her bloody mouth in deep, fast strokes. She gasps and gags as I pistol-fuck her face.

When I am sure I've knocked all of her front teeth out, I ease the gun out of her mouth and point it at her head. “I'm going to
ask you this one time, Felecia, so don't fuck it up. You understand me?” She frantically nods.
“Whose
baby are you carrying?”

She blinks. Hysteria floods her eyes. I stare into them until the answer slowly rolls out along with her tears. “That's too bad, then.” I pull back the slide ejector, chambering a round, then slam the gun back into her mouth. “I loved you, Felecia. Trusted you.” My eyes burn with tears and anger and hurt. My lips curl into a sinister sneer. “Bitch, you
wanted
to be me. You
wanted
my life, to take my spot. You tried to take something from
me.”

Her eyes widen.

“Now I'm going to take something from
you.”
For a split-second I think I see a sliver of guilt and regret swimming behind the pools of her pupils. I don't know. I don't care. I lean in, press my face inches from hers, clenching my teeth. “You crossed the
wrong
bitch!”

I count to five in my head.

Then pull the trigger.

• • •

To Be Continued…in
Ruthless: Deep Throat Diva 3!

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You ready to cum? Imagine this: A pretty bitch down on her knees with a pair of soft, full lips wrapped around the head of your dick. A hot, wet tongue twirling all over it, then gliding up and down your shaft, wetting that joint up real slippery-like, then lapping at your balls; lightly licking your asshole. Mmmm, I'm using my tongue in places that will get you dizzy, urging you to give me your hot, creamy, nut. Mmmmm, baby…you think you ready? If so, sit back, lie back, relax and let the Deep Throat Diva rock your cock, gargle your balls, and suck you straight to heaven.

I reread the ad, make sure it conveys exactly what I want, need, it to say, then press the
PUBLISH
tab. “There,” I say aloud, glancing around my bedroom, then looking down at my left hand. “Let's see how many responses I get, this time.”

Ummm, wait…before I say anything else. I already know some of you uptight bitches are already shaking your heads and rolling your eyes. So I know that what I'm about to tell ya'll is going to make some of you disgusted, and that's fine by me. It is what it is. And I know there's also going to be a bunch of you closeted, freaky bitches who are going to turn your noses up and twist up your lips, but secretly race to get home 'cause you just as nasty as I am. Hell, some of you are probably down on your knees as I speak, or maybe finishing up pulling a dick from out of your throats, or removing strands of pubic hair from in between your teeth. And that's fine by me as well. Do you, boo. But, let me say this: Don't any of you self-righteous hoes judge me.

So here goes. See. I have a man—dark chocolate, dreamy-eyed, sculpted and every woman's dream—who's been in incarcerated for four years, and he's releasing from prison in less than nine months. And,
yes
, I'm excited and nervous and almost scared to death—you'll know why in a minute. Annnywaaaay, not only is he a sexy-ass motherfucker, he knows how to grind, and stack paper. And he is a splendid lover. My God! His dick and tongue game can make a woman forget her name. And all the chicks who know him either want him, or want him back. And they'll do anything they can to try to disrupt my flow. Hating-ass hoes!

Nevertheless, he's coming home to
me.
The collect calls, the long drives, the endless nights of sexless sleep have taken a toll on me, and will all be over very soon. Between the letters, visits and keeping money on his books, I've been holding him down, faithfully. And I've kept my promise to him to not fuck any other niggas. I've kept this pussy tight for him. And it's been hard,
really
hard—no, no, hard isn't an accurate description of the agony I've had to bear not being fucked for over four years. It's been excruciating!

But I love Jasper, so I've made the sacrifice. For him, for us!
Still, I have missed him immensely. And I need him so bad. My pussy needs him, aches for the width of his nine-inch, veiny dick thrusting in and out of it. It misses the long, deep strokes of his thick tongue caressing my clit and its lower lips. I miss lying in his arms, of being held and caressed. But I have held out; denied any other niggas the privilege—
and
pleasure—of fucking this sweet, wet hole.

The problem is: Though I haven't been riding down on anything stiff, I've been doing a little anonymous dick sucking on the side from time-to-time—and, every now and then, getting my pussy ate—to take the edge off. Okay, okay, I'm lying. I've been sucking a lot of dick. But it wasn't supposed to be this way. I wasn't supposed to become hooked on the shit as if it were crack. But, I have. And I am.

Truth be told. It started out as inquisitiveness. I was bored. I was lonely. I was fucking horny. And tired of sucking and fucking dildos, pretending they were Jasper's dick. So I went on Nastyfreaks4u.com, a new website that's been around for about two years or so. About a year ago, I had overheard one of the regulars who gets her hair done down at my salon talking about a site where men and women post amateur sex videos, similar to that on Xtube, and also place sex ads. So out of curiosity, I went on their site, browsed around on it for almost a week before deciding to become a member and place my very own personal ad. I honestly wasn't expecting anything to come of it. And a part of me had hoped nothing would. But, lo and behold, my email became flooded with requests. And I responded back. I told myself that I'd do it one time, only. But once turned into twice, then twice became three more times, and now—a year-and-a-half later, I'm logged on
again
—still telling myself that
this
time will be the last time.