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  RJ’s boy toy jumped out the bed ass naked, his flaccid penis dangling in front of him. There was an uncomfortable period of silence after Ki Ki’s earsplitting scream. She looked from her man to the stranger standing in her bedroom and suddenly flipped the hell out!

  “Oh, hell no!” she yelled charging towards the men.

  RJ quickly grabbed, and restrained Ki Ki before she could inflict any damage.

  “Get ya fucking hands off me you dirty ass nigga!” Ki Ki thrashed about in his strong embrace.

  RJ’s lover quickly slipped into his sweatpants and scrambled up his clothes and shoes in hastiness. “Nigga, you told me you were single,” he said with much attitude.

  “Just get the fuck outta here!” RJ spat clearly embarrassed.

  “You nasty mothafucka!” Ki Ki screamed at the stranger. She was trying her hardest to get at him, not giving a damn that he was six feet one and incredibly fit, and that she couldn’t even fight. “I’m gonna fucking kill you RJ!”

  RJ’s lover quickly exited the bedroom, and RJ didn’t release Ki Ki until he finally heard the sound of the front door slamming shut.

  Ki Ki whirled around and spat in RJ’s face. “You nasty son of a bitch!” she screamed.

  RJ surprised her when he suddenly slapped her in the face. “Bitch, you done lost yo’ mothafuckin’ mind spittin’ on me!” he yelled before wiping the saliva off his face.

  Ki Ki was no stranger to his physical abuse, and most of the time she enjoyed it as crazy as it sounded. She grabbed her stinging cheek, and her eyes slowly wandered down towards RJ’s bare dick. “You didn’t even wear a condom you sick fuck?!” she screamed slapping him in the chest. “How long were you doin’ this shit?! When did you get this way?!” Ki Ki demanded to know. “When you were in jail?! Were you always fucking dudes behind my back?”

  RJ pushed past Ki Ki and made his way towards the hallway bathroom. His silence and nonchalant demeanor was driving Ki Ki crazy. She just had to know the truth.

  “And you brought that faggot up in my mothafuckin’ house?!” Ki Ki screamed following him into the small bathroom. “Around my fuckin’ kids! RJ, you dirty as fuck! Couldn’t even pick me up from work ‘cuz you too busy blowin’ some niggas back out!” she yelled. “How could you do this shit to me?! Am I not enough for you—”

  RJ whirled around in fury as he faced his woman. “The fuck you want me to say?!” he yelled. “Bitch, look at yaself! You done got all fat and fucking sloppy! Is that what the fuck you wanna hear?! Huh?!” he asked. “Or do you wanna hear that I’d rather fuck a nigga than jump up and down in that dry ass pussy of yours?!”

  Ki Ki’s mouth fell open in shock and disbelief. His words stung like fire searing her skin. Without another word, she turned on her heel and raced downstairs past her children who looked frightened due to all the screaming and arguing.

  When Ki Ki quickly made her way back upstairs, RJ was busy washing the odor off his dick in the bathroom sink. A look of irritation and frustration was etched on his handsome dark face. He was so engrossed in the task at hand that he didn’t even notice Ki Ki raise the ten inch butcher knife above his head before swiftly bringing it down on him.

  “Aaaarrrggghh!” he cried out in pain.

  His flesh tore open as Ki Ki jammed the blade into his upper back! Before he was even able to comprehend that he had just been stabbed, Ki Ki jammed the knife into every part of RJ’s body that she could reach.

  Screaming out in agony, he backed away from Ki Ki and towards the bathtub. Blood spurted from his mouth, and it felt as if his entire body was on fire as she continued to stab his flesh with the ten inch blade.

  “Please Ki! I’m sorry!” he cried out holding his hands up to shield his face.

  Ki Ki had completely snapped! “You dirty mothafucka! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”

  Ki Ki ignored his pathetic pleas for her to let up. After all, he didn’t let up on his verbal abuse. She viciously stabbed him in the right hand! The sharp blade completely impaled his hand. Screaming in pain, RJ stumbled backwards and tripped on the edge of the tub before falling inside. His head smacked against the shower wall, and his neck snapped killing him instantly.

  Ki Ki silently stood over RJ’s motionless, naked body as he lay awkwardly in the bathtub. Blood ran from his stab wounds into the porcelain tub and down the drain. His eyes were open and glazed over, staring at nothing in particular.

  Not feeling very satisfied, Ki Ki dropped onto her knees in front of the tub and proceeded to viciously stab RJ’s lifeless body. Blood splattered onto her beautiful face as she wildly stabbed the knife into his torso over and over again.

  For several seconds, Ki Ki repeated the same motion until she finally exhausted herself. Truthfully, she was already a little crazy, but tonight Ki Ki had literally snapped. Standing to her feet, she tossed the knife onto RJ’s bloodied body.

  Suddenly, the sound of movement behind her caused her to turn on her heel. Her daughter Tiana stood in the doorway with a frightened expression on her face.

  ***

  I wish that I could have this moment for life…

  ‘Cause in this moment I just feel so alive…

  Cameron reached over onto her nightstand and retrieved her cellphone. After scanning the caller ID, she pressed the TALK button.

  “Hello…,” she answered in a muffled voice.

  “I’m sorry bay. Did I wake you?” Marcus asked in a concerned tone.

  Cameron rolled over onto her side. “I actually was sleep,” she admitted.

  “My fault,” Macus apologized. “Just had you on my mind…wanted to hear your voice…”

  Cameron’s lips betrayed her as she suddenly found herself smirking. “Well, you hear it,” she retorted. “Now I’m going back to sl—”

  “Cameron, whatever you’re going through right now you ain’t gotta push me away to deal with it yourself,” Marcus told her. “Like I told you before, I’m here for you, and I care about you. So don’t be feelin’ like you ain’t got no one in ya corner, ‘cause you got this nigga right here,” he said.

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” Cameron said disimpassioned.

  “Let me take you to lunch next week,” Marcus suddenly said. “No strings attached,” he added. “Real talk, I just wanna see you again…”

  Cameron ran a hand through her short hair and sighed. “I’ll think about it,” she told him.

  “That’s a good enough answer for me,” he said. “You gon’ head and get some sleep, bay.”

  “Good night,” Cameron whispered.

  “Night,” Marcus said.

  After disconnecting the call, he opened the French doors that led from his room into his patio. He re-entered his bedroom.

  Keisha Thompson aka Pure Seduction slept soundlessly in his bed with the sheets partially covering her nude body. Marcus had dicked her down hours ago and worn her ass out. He cherished the peacefulness, because although he liked Pure, her mouth could get so annoying at times. He couldn’t deny that her head game was mean though.

  Walking inside his master bathroom, he closed the door behind himself. He was grateful that Pure Seduction was sound asleep so that she wouldn’t hear the sound of him snorting a small amount of cocaine up his narrow nostrils.

  After Pleasure had given him his first taste of the addictive drug, Marcus had immediately gotten hooked, and there was no turning back now.

  ***

  THUNK!

  Ki Ki slammed the trunk of her car closed and made her way to the driver’s side before climbing in. The vehicle was already running and she patiently waited for it to cool up. She wasn’t too worried about any of her neighbors seeing her drag out the large, black trash bag because people in that particular neighborhood knew better than to be out past a certain hour.

  Ki Ki turned up the volume to the radio that was currently stationed on 93.1 WZAK. The soft melodic vocals of “Simply Red” poured through her speakers as she listened to the oldie classic “Holding Back th
e Years.” The song seemed to fit the occasion perfectly.

  Pulling out a single Newport, she lit the end, and took an aggressive pull. As crazy as it sounded she felt completely refreshed after killing RJ’s trifling ass. Ki Ki was no stranger when it came to taking lives. As a matter of fact, she had killed Tiana’s father back in Georgia when she caught him cheating on her. After the chick fled from her home like the little bitch she was, Ki Ki ran into her closet and fetched her 9mm. A bullet to the chest and cheek was the ultimate price Tiana’s father had to pay for breaking Ki Ki’s heart.

  Ki Ki blew out a gust of smoke through her slightly parted lips before switching the gears into reverse. Slowly backing out of her driveway, she prepared to dispose of the large, black trash bag in her trunk.

  ***

  Ki Ki grunted in exhaustion as she lugged the heavy trash bag deep into the woods located off Turney Rd. Her car was parked alongside the road, the hazard lights flashed just in case a vehicle came down the long street.

  “It ain’t even have to come to this shit RJ,” she mumbled under her breath.

  A family of nearby deer stood off in the distance frozen in place as they watched Ki Ki. After leaving the trash bag near a mass of shrubbery, she pulled out another Newport and lit it. “I’ll let the deer have ya ass,” she said taking a pull on the cigarette. Wiping the sweat off her brow, she slowly looked up at the dark sky and full moon. “Love is a motherfucker,” she mumbled.

  ***

  Ki Ki stared into her children’s bedroom as they slept peacefully. There was a faraway look in her eyes as many thoughts raced through her mind. Tiana and RJ Jr. were far too young to know anything about love and the painful effects it could have.

  Subconsciously Ki Ki worried if Tiana would tell anyone what she had seen her do…

  ***

  The following morning, Cameron sat in the driver seat of her truck as she stared off into space. So many thoughts ran across her mind.

  How will Jude feel once I tell him I aborted the baby?

  How long should I wait before I tell him?

  Will I lose him?

  With all the questions running through Cameron’s mind, she could barely think straight, but one thing she knew for certain was that she couldn’t keep the baby. She just couldn’t. She wasn’t ready to be a parent…especially if she had to do it alone.

  After all, Cameron barely got a chance to experience what having a mother felt like. How in the hell was she going to be able to a mother to someone else? Her own had died when she was so young that she barely could remember her. Bounced around from foster home to foster home growing up, she was unable to establish a familial bond with anyone.

  With Cameron’s first pregnancy, she was nervous and afraid, but at least she had Jude in her corner and she knew he would be there for her…now that he was in prison, she was unsure if she was able to handle the task alone. Truthfully, she knew she was thinking selfishly. Instead of thinking about the life inside of her, she instead plotted on destroying it simply because she was afraid.

  Jude’s words kept replaying over in Cameron’s mind: “God gave us this blessing a second time for a reason.”

  My mind is already made up, she thought to herself as she opened the driver’s door and climbed out her truck.

  Beads of perspiration quickly formed on her forehead as she gradually made her way towards the Planned Parenthood Clinic. Her legs felt like spaghetti as she slowly made her way across the parking lot.

  Cameron felt as if she were walking the green mile. With each step she took, the reality of what she was about to do was settling in. But in all actuality, she wasn’t ready to be a mother. She just wasn’t…

  10

  Stone Sanchez ran a lucrative drug operation inside the prison walls of the Cuyahoga Department Correctional Facility. Trusted contacts smuggled in his sought after product and Stone had several soldiers who distributed it in the prison. A few of the COs knew what was going on, but refused to act on it considering they themselves were loyal customers in Stone’s money-making operation.

  Jude had sworn off ever getting himself involved in the drug business again. It was just too risky and dangerous for him, and it was because of that he found a more unique and different hustle. However, the very hustle that he played off as legit had landed him right behind bars, now Jude had to disregard his old way of thinking.

  I’m doing this shit for my girl and my kid, he constantly told himself. To him, they were well worth the risk of possibly facing more time. Jude just couldn’t sit back and watch his girl struggle while he sat on lockdown and did nothing to help. He felt—no he was obligated to be there for her…and for his child. That was just the type of man he was.

  “You wanted to see me,” Jude said slowly stepping into Stone’s cell.

  Stone was lifting weights using a laundry sack filled with several hardback books. In prison, you had no choice but to get creative especially as far as exercising. The muscles in his arms flexed as he lifted the heavy sack several more times before placing it at his feet.

  Stone then turned to face Jude. He was an intimidating looking man, but as long as trouble wasn’t brought to him then no one had to worry about any trouble from him. Nearly every inch of his skin was covered with artwork. His most profound tattoos being the large Chinese dragon tattoo on his back and the devil horns tattooed on his forehead. His shoulder length hair was always pulled back into a slick ponytail.

  “How you holdin’ up in this zoo?” Stone asked Jude. His voice was a combination of calm, deep, and raspy.

  Jude was surprised by Stone’s casual question, and he actually released a sigh of relief on the low. The last thing he wanted or needed was to have problems with that man. Not that he was chump or anything of the like…he just knew it would be a lost cause trying to overpower such a powerful man.

  “Every day is an uphill battle, but I just take it one day at a time,” Jude told him. “Could be worse…”

  Stone chuckled. “You damn right it could be worse,” he agreed. “Hell, you could be stuck in this cell where the cocksucker above me likes to throw his fecal matter into the ventilation.”

  Jude frowned. “True…”

  “So anyway,” Stone began. “I called you here ‘cuz you’re new to the team…I wanna know who I’m dealin’ with…I need to make sure you’re sane,” he joked.

  “I can dig it,” Jude agreed.

  “So you gotta wife?” he asked. “Kids?”

  Jude sighed. “I gotta girl…and a baby on the way.”

  Stone whistled dramatically and shook his head. He then walked over towards his sink where a pack of Marlboro cigarettes sat. “You want one?” he offered pulling out a single cigarette.

  “Nah, I’m straight.”

  Stone shrugged, lit a match and took a slow pull on the cigarette. “Trust me…you’ll be needin’ one eventually.”

  Jude allowed Stone’s words to sink in. “On that note, shit, I’ll take one,” he said.

  Stone handed Jude a cigarette and lit it for him. Jude wasn’t the cigarette type, and he actually stuck to his good ole Black N Milds, but beggars couldn’t be choosers in this case. Puffing on the cigarette, he realized just how bad he really needed that smoke.

  Stone walked over to the stainless steel stool and took a seat. “You remind me of my son,” he suddenly admitted. “I think that’s the only real reason, I even let you in on my operation.”

  “Word?” Jude asked before releasing smoke through his lips.

  Stone chuckled with a distant look in his eyes. “Yeah, you even kinda look like him.” He motioned towards his hair. “Minus the dreads of course.”

  Jude suddenly broke out laughing.

  “What’s so funny?” Stone asked amused.

  Jude pulled himself together. It seemed like ages since he had experienced a good laugh. “Nah, man…it’s just…you and kids…don’t seem like something that goes together,” he said.

  Stone guffawed, and it actuall
y looked awkward seeing a man as intimidating looking as him laughing. “What, man? I can’t have a kid?” he asked sarcastically.

  “Where’s your son at now?” Jude asked.

  Stone paused. The humor in his expression quickly departed and he took on a serious look. “Dead…”

  Jude took another pull on the cigarette and suddenly regretted asking. “Sorry to hear that shit, man.”

  There was a brief moment of silence between the two men before Stone spoke again. “He was a good kid too, man,” he sighed in disappointment. “Dirty ass fucking cop killed him trying to get me,” Stone explained. “That’s the reason I’m in this motherfucker now…killed the son of a bitch with my bare hands.” He held up his hands which were riddled with thick veins. “And then after I killed him, I just kept beating his bloody corpse with my fists over and over.” He jabbed at the air in front of him. “By the time I got done with that dirty son of a bitch, he was barely recognizable,” Stone explained. “Needless to say, I made sure that motherfucker had a closed casket.”

  Jude felt unnerved by the story he had just heard, but he could totally sympathize with a father’s anger from losing his son.

  “These cocksuckers slapped the cuffs on me, and tossed me into this cage promising me I’d never again see the light of day.” Stone shrugged casually. “As you can see that didn’t really stop my flow at all…Hell, I still got people on the outs that gotta eat, you know? Still gotta family that I got to feed.” He nodded his head. “We’re on the same shit, you know?”

  “Real shit,” Jude agreed.

  “Well…that’s all I gotta say,” Stone said. “You can go ahead and get back to your rec time before the boys lock us up in our cages.”

  Jude nodded. “Thanks for the cigarette,” he said before turning to leave. He then stopped at the door and slowly turned around. “Did you really bring me in here today to see who you were dealin’ with?” he asked. “Or did you want me to know who I was dealin’ with?”