Bottom Bitch 3: The Revenge Kill Page 14

  I handed all the clothes and things that I’d accumulated all these years to the Spanish bitch that did my hair.

  I saw the anger in my bunkie’s eyes. I didn’t pay her ass any mind. If she had any doubt that I didn’t like her ass, she should be certain now. That bitch snored, coughed, farted and begged every chance she got. Old disgusting-ass bitch.

  “Shayna Jackson, to R & D.”

  “That’s you Ms. Shayna. You go girl, make sure you keep in touch.”

  “Bitch, get out my way.” I pushed past her.

  I walked out unit 3-C, held my head high and walked across the compound. As I walked past a few inmates, I saw the jealousy in their eyes. They wished that it was them leaving. Oh well, let them bitches keep wishing. I didn’t sit back and wish. I took my destiny in my hands….

  ***

  The plane ride from Florida to Atlanta was only an hour and twenty minutes, so in no time I was walking out of the airport and looking for my new man.

  “Shayna, right?” I heard a seductive voice say; it almost sounded like Barry White.

  I turned around and stared rudely before saying anything. In front of me, was every woman’s fantasy. A tall, brown-skinned, long dread brother stood before me. To say he was fine would be an understatement. Those eyes though were dark, cold and deadly.

  “Well, hello there,” I managed to say in a low tone.

  “Well, come here woman. I’m Lonzo,” he said, pulled me toward him and hugged me.

  He smelled so good I almost collapsed into his arms. I wasn’t sure what he was wearing, but whatever it was definitely triggered my hormones.

  “You ready?”

  “Yes! I’m more than ready. I’m starved and I need to go shopping.”

  “I understand that. I’m parked this way. Let’s go.”

  Lord, I don’t know this man, and here I was in his state with him. I hope he ain’t no killer or rapist, I thought as we walked to his truck.

  The rest of the evening was spent shopping at the luxurious stores in Buckhead, which was considered the wealthy area of Atlanta. Even though I loved the stores, they were nothing compared to the stores in New York.

  I was fine with it, because he spent almost ten grand on me—from designer pants, to dresses and purses. Then I hit up Victoria’s Secret, so I could get some fancy underwear and lingerie. This nigga was spending like that, so I had no problem fucking and sucking him off. I knew that if I played my cards right, it wouldn’t be long before I’d be deep down in his pockets.

  ***

  Finally, he pulled up at his house; it was a nice condo. Nothing big, just cozy enough to feel like home. I glanced around as we entered; it was very clean and masculine.

  “Make yo’self at home. We can share a bedroom or you can have yo’ own room. The choice is yours, pretty lady.”

  “I like the sound of that, we can share a room. I don’t think you gonna bite me and if you did, I’ll just have to bite yo’ ass back,” I joked.

  “Ha ha. I see you’re also a comedian.”

  He had no idea how serious I was about that statement. If he continued to play his cards right, he’d have no reason to find out how hard I could bite, but if I found out this nigga was on any kind of bullshit, he’d definitely feel the wrath of Shanya Jackson!

  Azir Jackson

  I’d spent my entire life, dreaming about meeting the person that betrayed my pops and tried to kill my moms. I remember going to bed e’ery night and planning on how I was going to get to them. Even though I’d never met that bitch, I used to hear my Nana whispering about this woman and after reading the newspaper clippings I had nothing, but hate in my heart for her. I knew that as long as I had life, one day we would meet.

  I’d seen her face in the old newspaper clippings that I took from underneath Nana’s bed, but it wasn’t until Natasha showed me the most recent pictures of her that I was able to stare in the eyes of this evil bitch.

  Fast forward to this minute; only Jah knows how much I’d prayed for this day. I stood in the lobby of the airport waiting to pick her up. Everything was working out the way I planned it. I peeped as she walked out and looked around. This bitch had no idea that she was entering the world of a man that was seeking revenge for his family. I walked up on her and said her name. I knew I startled her by the way she jumped. This old bitch stood in front of me with her tongue hanging out her mouth as if she was a fucking hungry dog. I played it cool though. I was a patient man; I’ve waited all these years, so waiting a few more days was minor.

  I ended up taking her shopping. Yeah, I dropped a couple G’s on that greedy bitch. Watched as her face lit up when I pulled out a stack of hundreds. It was my way of reeling her in, so she would have no doubt that I was a boss; exactly the kind of niggas she was attracted to.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Shayna Jackson

  After we ate dinner, he opened a bottle of Cîroc Pineapple. This was new to me, but once I tasted it, it definitely won me over. We laughed and talked as if we’d known each other for a lifetime. He was a laid-back man; that made me feel comfortable around him.

  “Well, it’s getting late, I’m about to shower and slip into something a bit more comfortable,” I winked at him.

  Damn! I had to get into the shower. Sitting there looking at his sexy body and listening to his sultry voice, my pussy juice was overflowing through my cheap-ass prison drawers.

  I got into the shower and carefully washed every inch of my voluptuous body. This Dove Body Wash was doing the body well. I used the washcloth and scrubbed hard, with the intent to wash that filthy place off me. It was a new start and all new beginnings.

  I stepped out the shower leaving all the dirt of my old life behind. This was the new and improved Ms. Jackson.

  I grabbed the oil I bought from Victoria’s Secret earlier and gently oiled my body. I rubbed across my breasts, my thighs and between my legs. I stuck my finger into my pussy and licked it. I loved the taste of sweet nectar; it sent my sex drive up to an all-time high. I was ready for whatever awaited me on the other side of the door—or was I?

  I opened the door and took one step; I looked at his face, then down to his cock! Around nine inches of beautifully well-endowed, chocolate manhood stood in front of me. The length and width were proportioned out equally, making this one of the most beautiful cocks I have ever seen in my life and trust me; I’ve seen a variety of cocks.

  “Don’t just stand there looking at the motherfucker. Come show him some love.”

  I was happy he interrupted my thoughts, ‘cause my mouth was gathering water. I wanted to lick that cock, and satisfy my sexual appetite.

  I dropped the towel and stepped closer to him. He picked me up and put me in the air, and then buried his head into my pussy. My clit throbbed as he licked in a circular pattern. I couldn’t take it; my legs started to shake as I exploded into his mouth. He didn’t loosen up any and continued to suck on my clit aggressively, which sent me into a multiple orgasm frenzy. My body trembled, my chest tightened and I held his head tight. Pussy juice flowed out freely all over his beard. He then carried me to the bed and entered me from the back. My pussy was wet, and welcomed his overgrown cock without any restrictions. He started off slowly, but soon picked up speed. He fucked me like he was on a mission. I tried to throw my ass back at him, but the pressure prevented me from moving. I buried my face in one of the pillows and bit down hard. I’ve been fucked before, but it was nothing compared to this. This was the kind of cock that will have you losing your mind. Damn! I didn’t mind getting my pussy serviced every night if it was gonna be like this!

  After ‘bout two hours of fucking and sucking in every room, on the bed, on the carpet and even on the kitchen counter, we were both exhausted. I took a quick wash up and crawled into bed. He soon followed. He held me in his strong arms as I dozed off thinking this man could actually be my Prince Charming, if he played his cards right. This meant, he had to eat my pussy good, fuck me good, and made sure I had all th
e money I needed. And most importantly, he had to stay away from those low level hoes. If he did all that, we surely could have a future together.

  I woke up the next morning, hoping it wasn’t a dream and sure enough, it wasn’t. Across from me lay my man; I also noticed a firearm on the nightstand on his side of the bed. That reminded me that I needed to find one ASAP. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m a convicted felon, so I’m not supposed to carry a firearm. Bullshit! The feds fucked up my life. There was no way I was gonna let them still run my life. I’d paid my dues and some more. Shit, they owe me, if you want to be technical about it.

  “Good morning beautiful.” He looked at me and smiled.

  “Hmm, somebody was tired, ‘cause you sure was snorin’ heavily,” I teased.

  “Cut it out. A nigga ain’t doing no snoring.” He threw the pillow at me.

  “Mm hmm. So you say.” I threw the pillow back at him.

  “So Alonzo, how is your cousin doing? I would love to see her. That was my girl.”

  “I ain’t talked to her in a minute, but I’m pretty sure she good. I’ma let her know you in town. Y’all should get up with each other.”

  “I’m just trying to adjust to life on the outside. A lot has changed.”

  “Yeah, it’ll take some time, but you good. Before you know it you’ll forget about prison.”

  “No, I’ll never forget. I hated that place with a passion.”

  “Let me ask you a quick question. What did a pretty lady like yo’self, do to land you in the feds?”

  “Hmm…long story. I tried to kill this bitch that made my life hell.”

  “Hell nah. Not you, you ‘ont look like you could hurt a fly,” he laughed.

  I caught an instant attitude. He was laughing like it was a joke. That bitch Sierra entered my life and fucked it up. My soul wouldn’t rest until that bitch took her final breath.

  “Yo, you aiight?” I felt him shaking me.

  “Yes, I’m fine. Sorry ‘bout that. It was a traumatic time in my life and it hurts every time I think about it,” I said.

  “I understand Ma. I didn’t mean to hurt you or anything like that. We don’t have to talk ‘bout it, until you’re ready.”

  “I’m fine. I’m a big girl.”

  “Listen, all this is behind you now. You’re here with me and I ain’t goin’ do nothing to hurt you. That’s on e’erything I love.”

  Damn, this nigga catching feelings already, with all this emotional shit. Shit, I hope I didn’t have another Markus on my hands. Sadness overcame me with the thought of Markus. The last time I heard, they still haven’t found him or his body and Alijah was dead, so there’s little or no hope that he’d ever be found. It’s sad that he just vanished like that. I quickly snapped back to reality. Markus was the past; I’m on to bigga fish!

  “Alonzo, you have an accent, sounds like Jamaican or Trinidadian?”

  “Yeah, my father was from Jamaica and I spent a few years out there when I was a kid. I didn’t realize that it was that strong.”

  “No, it’s not really strong; I just pick up on it, because my husband was from there and I visited a few times myself.”

  “Word! You were married?”

  “Yes, I was, but unfortunately he was killed ‘bout a year before I went to prison.”

  “Damn! Sorry fo’ yo’ loss. That must be rough and all. You one strong woman.”

  “Nothing to be sorry ‘bout. The bastard left me for a younger project bitch. I wasn’t really sad when his ass got killed. He had put me through too much. Cheating, calling me all kind of bitches, even went as far as hitting me. Then came the ultimate disrespect. He got the little bitch he was sleeping with pregnant. The bitch ended up having the little bastard.”

  “Damn, that nigga did you like that? Some niggas don’t appreciate a good woman. He got everything he deserved if he did you like that.”

  “Yeah, he wasn’t worth shit but some money. The bastard was paid, and that’s the only reason I stuck around long as I did.”

  “Well I’m glad he fucked up ‘cause if he didn’t, you wouldn’t be here right now. Trust me; I ain’t nothin’ like that nigga.”

  Yeah right; all these bums have the same line when they first get in a relationship. I didn’t bother to say anything, I just looked at him and smiled. This is weird, his face….he reminds me of someone. Hmm, I know, he reminds me of Alijah. I chuckled to myself. Here I am claiming that I didn’t care ‘bout his death, but I’m also thinking Alonzo reminded me of him. My mind was playing tricks on me. I brushed that craziness off ‘cause Alijah was an only child and he had a son, who last I heard was living in Jamaica with his grandma.

  “You a’ight? You actin’ a little strange.” He inquired.

  “I’m fine. So what are yo’ plans for today?” I asked.

  “Bout to get up, got to handle some business in Atlanta, then I plan on spending the rest of the day with you.”

  “Oh okay. Sounds great. I need to make some phone calls, so I’m going to relax until you get back in.”

  I took my shower and made us a light breakfast. He really didn’t have a lot of food in the refrigerator, so I made scrambled eggs, grits and toast.

  We sat at the table, eating, talking and looking into each other’s eyes. This seems so real, I thought.

  “A’ight babe, I’m out. Make yo’self at home.”

  I watched as he pulled out the driveway. Okay I’m free, I thought. I made sure the doors were locked, and then I pranced upstairs. I took out the envelope that I had everything in about my case and stuck it in the bottom of the drawer where my clothes were folded. My nosy behind started going through his drawers. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was hiding. We all have secrets, even if it’s nothing major. I searched through his clothes, through papers and under the bed, but had no luck finding anything of importance. Okay now, since that was out of the way, I had some phone calls to make; first, I called Wells Fargo to request a new bankcard. I then called Nova Scotia Bank in the Cayman Islands to check on my money. The next call was to Daddy’s lawyer; I had to inform him that I was going to sell the house in Hempstead and the vacation home up in Massachusetts. I didn’t want to keep anything that would remind me of Daddy.

  I found a phone book in his kitchen and decided to look up a private investigator. I found one in Marietta, Georgia. I had no idea how far it was from me, but it stated that he’s been in business for over thirty years and he was the best in the business. Let’s see how good he was. I dialed the number that was listed.

  “Hello, Richardson here,” a groggy voice said.

  “Good morning. I’m calling because I saw an ad in the Yellow Pages and I’m in need of a P.I.”

  “Well here I am at your service ma’am. What is it exactly, you need my help with?”

  “Well, I would love to meet with you in person and discuss the case. I need to have someone that I can trust.”

  “Sure. I understand. What side of town are you on?”

  “I believe it’s Decatur.”

  “Alright. We can meet in Atlanta, which would be the closest to both of us.”

  “Yeah, that’s fine. I’m not from the area, so I would have to figure it out. Thursday is good for me. What about you?”

  “Let me see something….yeah, Thursday morning between eight and eleven is fine.”

  “Great. Nine is fine with me. Please text me the address of where you want to meet and I’ll be there.”

  “Sounds like a plan to me. See you then. Have a great day.”

  “Who was you talking to?” Alonzo startled me.

  “Oh, that was an old law school friend of mine. He’s out here in the Atlanta area. I was surprised to find out his number was still the same after all these years. I’m trying to see if I could help him out ‘round the office, since I can’t practice law anymore. We’re meeting downtown on Thursday. I was hoping you could drop me off or something.”

  “Shit, you know how to drive, you can take the truck. It has GPS so
you can get around easily. I’ll ride my bike. That way you can spend as much time as you need without rushing back.”

  “Wow! I definitely appreciate that. I need to go car shopping as soon as possible. I was thinking about a Lexus or Benz. Shoot, I need something fancy.”

  “I hear that. Ms. World Boss,” he joked.

  “I just stopped by to pick up a package. I’m on my way back out.”

  “Oh okay. I’m just here, trying to readjust to a little normalcy.”

  “Aiight Ma. I’ll see you later.”

  Whew! That was close. I didn’t hear when he came in. I had to be more careful—I couldn’t afford to let anyone throw a monkey wrench in my plans. Not this time around; I’m older and a lot wiser. I couldn’t act on impulse or let my emotions get the best of me…..

  Azir Jackson

  Our first night together was rough for me; from the minute I took the bitch to my crib, I was ready to blow her fucking head off. What was even worse, the bitch thought I was enjoying her pussy, fuck nah! Every thrust I took deep inside of her, I was thinking about was killing her. Fucking her was only part of the plan to get her where the fuck I wanted her.

  I really peeped the grimy side of this bitch when she started knockin’ her gums ‘bout my pops and my moms, It took everything in me not to smack the shit outta her. That smirk she had on her face when she talked about them, really irked my fucking nerves. This was my first time coming face-to-face with evil. Don’t get me wrong; I’ma street nigga so I see evil e’ery day, but this bitch was the devil herself. Cold hearted bitch! I thought.

  My phone started ringing as I walked into the trap. I looked at the phone and saw it was my moms.

  “Hello.”

  “Hey baby. How you doing?”

  “I’m good. Out here tryna handle a few things.”