Bottom Bitch 3: The Revenge Kill Page 15

  “Azir, you betta stay out them streets. It’s crazy. Did you see the news?”

  “Nah, I ‘ont watch TV. What, something happen?”

  “Yea, Dwayne got gunned down in his driveway a few nights ago. I just got off the phone wit’ his mother and sister. The police saying it was drug related, but his mother saying they think it’s something else.”

  “Ma, I know you ain’t crying over that nigga.”

  “Azir, regardless of what happened between me and him, I still loved him. They didn’t have to kill him like that. He got a child, who is now fatherless. This senseless killing got to stop,” she cried.

  Man, I wasn’t tryna hear all this, I thought. But it was my mom, and I knew she was loving that bitch-ass nigga at one point.

  “Ma, this nigga was in these streets. He had a lot of enemies. It’s hard to tell whose toes he done stepped on. It could be anybody, real talk.”

  “Hmm. As long as it ain’t you baby, ‘cause Atlanta PD all over this one and the feds are involved also. They said he was under federal indictment at the time.”

  “Nah, I ain’t go near that nigga after the day I told you I saw him.”

  “That’s good ‘cause motherfuckas goin’ start runnin’ their mouth fo’ that reward money. I wouldn’t be surprised if your name get thrown up in there. Shit even mine, ‘cause I used to date him. We just need to be prepared when they come snooping.”

  “Listen Ma, I got to run; I be over there probably tomorrow to see you and Nana.”

  Damn! Every time somebody got popped, I’m the first person Mom Dukes calls. Like really? I ‘ont know why she would think that about me. Oh well, that nigga deserve e’erything he got for disrespecting me and mines.

  I hung the phone up, and walked into the room where my niggas were. It was time to handle business!

  ***

  I dialed Natasha’s number; I had to put her up on game, which I knew was gonna cost me a couple G’s. Which didn’t matter because without her, none of this would’ve been possible.

  “Yo, let me in.”

  “Damn boy, I just got in the bed,” she complained jokingly.

  “My bad. I was in the neighborhood.”

  “Mm hmm. Sure. I ain’t heard from you in over a week.”

  “Shit, my bad. I’ve been busy. Business is booming, so I got to stay on top of it. Plus I moved into my own crib, shit, a nigga doing too much for real. I can’t get a second to breathe.”

  “Well more work, mean mo’ money. So wha’ you complainin’ fo’,” she laughed.

  Shawty was cool as fuck, but not on my level. She was one of the females that you could chill with, smoke, drink and talk shit with.

  “So listen. Ole girl is out of prison.”

  “Who you talkin’ ‘bout?”

  “Shayna?”

  “Boy you lying. She got a few more years to go.”

  “Nah, her ass is out here, she’s at my crib as we speak.”

  “What the fuck? What did I miss? Y’all messin’ around?”

  “Nah, it ain’t like that, I can’t really get into the why’s. Just trust me on this. She’s been asking for you, say she wants to see you. You know she ain’t no fool, so she might try to pick you ‘bout if we really related or not.”

  “I ain’t no fool. Her ass is only book smart. She ‘ont have a lick of sense outside of that. Give her my number and tell her to call me.”

  “Okay, I ‘preciate it. Oh, I almost forgot, here goes a lil’ sump’n.” I handed her five stacks.

  “Oh my God. You’re a savior. Boy I freaking love youuuu!!!” She got up and walked over and gave me a hug.

  “Damn Ma, it’s only a few dollars, I know you could use it.”

  “And you just don’t know how much I ‘preciate you.”

  “A’ight enough of this emotional shit. I’ma ‘bout to bounce. I’ll get at you.”

  “A’ight, one.”

  I left out the door, jumped on my bike and sped off. As I rode down the street, something ran across my mind. See Natasha was cool and all, but she also could be bought if the price was right. With that said, she was a liability that I couldn’t afford. Damn I hated to think like this, but I ain’t no fool, and besides, my freedom meant more to me than my loyalty to her!

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Shayna Jackson

  I got up, showered and put on my pencil skirt and a collared shirt with a pair of Steve Madden heels. I looked myself over in the mirror. Shayna is back bitches!

  I grabbed my Michael Kors clutch and walked out the condo. I put on my shades and opened his truck door. This was a nice ride, but I need a more sexier car. Something that fit my style, fast and elegant.

  We were meeting at the Marriott downtown. It was my idea to meet there, that way I could be in control of the situation.

  “Checking in, name is Shayna Jackson.”

  “Good morning ma’am. Here is your key to room 212-B. Enjoy your stay at the Marriott.”

  I took the keys and headed for the elevator. I made sure I was forty-five minutes early. I ordered breakfast for my guest and me. I laid in bed relaxing, until I heard a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole and saw a stocky, old, bearded man standing on the other side.

  “Yuck,” I mumbled, but desperate times call for desperate measures….

  “Hello, I’m Shayna,” I extended my arm to him.

  “Albert Richardson, but my friends call me Big Al.”

  “Come on in. I ordered us some breakfast.”

  “Oh great. I ran out before I had a chance to eat.”

  We sat at the table and ate. I watched as he gulped down the food like a pig. Damn, Al was behaving like he ain’t ate in ages. Greedy fuck, I thought.

  After breakfast, he wiped his mouth, took a gulp of coffee, then spoke.

  “Ms. Jackson. What can I do for you?”

  “Well Al, I’m looking for my long-lost sister and her son. I haven’t seen them since my nephew was a baby. That was some twenty-something years ago. Daddy recently passed away and left us a decent chunk of money. So here I am, trying to find the only family I have left. I really hope you can help me.”

  “Well, I’ll need some background info on her and the boy’s age. My fee will…”

  “Don’t worry ‘bout the fee. I’m far from broke and this means everything to me.” I rubbed his arm and looked at him seductively.

  “Alrighty then, let’s get down to business. Start with names and possible date of birth, last known address.”

  I didn’t know too much ‘bout the bitch, but I know her name and her last known address in Richmond. I gave him all the info that I remembered.

  “Well, that’s all I need. I will get on this as soon as possible.”

  “Listen Al, I need this information real soon. A day or two at the most.” I took out a wad of cash, and handed it to him. This was to speed up the process.

  “Oh wow, Ms. Shayna, you know exactly how to make a man happy. The husband must be one lucky fella,” he grinned.

  “No, husband was a fucking fool that didn’t know what a gem he had.”

  “Are you married Al? I don’t see a ring.”

  “Yes, for twenty years now. The wife and I have three beautiful daughters.”

  “Tell me Al, does your wife fuck you good?”

  “Huh?” He looked puzzled.

  “You heard me. Does yo’ wife fuck you good?”

  “Ms. Sha, uh, Ms. Shayna….”

  “Don’t bother to answer that,” I cut him off. I walked over to him and knelt down in front of him. I started to unbutton his pants. I took out his thick, short cock. There was nothing attractive about it, but it didn’t matter. I got straight to the point. I took the little midget in my mouth and deep-throated it. It was short in length, but the width was a killer. Even though I was a pro, my damn mouth was tired.

  “Aargh aargh,” his old ass groaned.

  “Mm hmm. I bet yo’ wife can’t suck you off this good,” I teased, then wen
t back to sucking him aggressively.

  “Oh sweet Jesus, I’m ‘bout to discharge,” he yelled like a bitch.

  I sucked harder while working his balls. I felt his cock getting harder. I let his dick go as sperm spurted out. There was no way I was goin’ let his old juice flow down my damn throat.

  He sat down on the bed, then leaned back and laid there grunting like a pig and holding his chest.

  Lord, I hope this motherfucker is not having no heart attack, I thought.

  “You alright, Albert?”

  “Yes, yes, I’m so embarrassed. I’ve never experienced this feeling before. Oh, Lord.”

  “Albert, relax. You just haven’t been wit’ the right woman before.”

  “Yeah, my Doris is old-fashioned. She ‘ont know how to do none of this stuff the younger generation be doing.”

  “Listen Al, there’s more of this where that came from. If you play your cards right, I might just let you get some of this good high-grade pussy I got here.” I patted my pussy.

  “What you mean by playing my cards right?”

  “Get me the info I need, keep this between us and I promise, you’ll be havin’ this feelin’ for a long time.” I got up and kissed him on the cheek.

  “Okay Albert, pull yo’ pants up and get to work. I’m hoping to hear from you ASAP.”

  “Oh Lord, my mind so messed up; I’m just sittin’ here exposing myself. Pardon me. Yes, I’m getting on it right away. I’ll call you in a few days pretty lady,” he grinned at me.

  Albert left and I went to the bathroom and washed out my mouth with Listerine.

  I stopped by the front desk, handed over the key, put on my Prada glasses and walked out the lobby.

  ***

  Alonzo was out as usual, and I was tired and bored out of my damn mind. I cut on the television to catch the news. Out of nowhere, an old friend ran in my mind. The last I’d heard, he was retired. Soon as I get settled, I plan on paying Sanderson a visit. How could I forget about him? That son of a bitch double-crossed my ass. He will soon learn, that no one crosses Shayna and for that, he’d pay dearly.

  The anxiety of finding Sierra and her bastard son was killing me. I could taste the sweetness of revenge on my tongue. This time it won’t be no “almost” killed her ass. On my daddy’s life, I was going to finish her, so she could join the bastard she so wanted. I was so ready to start the next chapter of my life, really considering a future with Alonzo. He really did something to my heart; it was a feeling that I’ve never experienced before….

  I was nervous, and getting restless. I needed to hear from Albert. He promised that I would hear from him in days, instead it turned out to be weeks. I picked up the phone and dialed his number. He didn’t pick up, so I called right back.

  “Shayna, hey you. I was goin’ call you.”

  “Really? I thought you took my money, cheated me out of my head and ran off.”

  “Ha ha, no. I been in the business too long. Well pretty lady, I think I found yo’ sister and her son.”

  “You think or you did? Spit it out.”

  “Yes, I found a Sierra Rogers; she’s right here in Stone Mountain, Georgia.”

  The phone fell out of my hand... I snatched up the phone off the ground and put it back to my ear.

  “Ms. Jackson, are you there?”

  “Yes, I’m here. The phone fell out my hand. I’m speechless; after all these years you found my sister. Daddy would have been so happy that you found his baby girl. How sure are you that’s my sister, and not just some woman with the same name.”

  “Umm, not a hundred percent sure as yet, but I’m pretty confident that I’m barking up the correct tree. I’m doing some deeper investigating. I had to smile when I found out she was here. Y’all might be living next to each other and don’t even know it,” he chuckled.

  “I got to go; let me know what else you find out,” I said, then hung up in his face.

  “Jerk.” I don’t see what was the point of him telling me this, if he wasn’t one hundred percent sure that it was her.

  Sierra in Georgia, I thought. If it turned out to be her, I wondered how long ago she moved here. I would never forget that face. For years, I’d dreamed about meeting up with her again. I wanted it to be phenomenal. This time around would be our last encounter. No more loose ends this time, or me going to prison. I also plan on getting that bitch mother also. I’ve never forgotten how she got on that stand and pleaded with the judge to give me life. That bitch painted a horrible picture of me. She had it out for me ever since I met her ass. She should’ve minded her own business, because now she was going to be one dead bitch also…..

  I poured me a glass of Moscato and walked upstairs. I’m happy I was home alone, so I could get some time to get my thoughts together. I was feeling him and all, but I love my space sometimes. Plus laying up with me and not making money was a no-no.

  I walked into the room and placed my drink on the night stand. I walked over to the dresser to get me a pair of my pajama pants.

  I stopped dead in my tracks. The drawer was half-closed. I hurriedly pulled it open and noticed that my clothes were not the way I left them. I stuck my hand under the clothes and pulled out my envelope…anger erupted in my heart, as I noticed that the envelope was pried open. I ripped it open and seen all my papers all over the place and not in order, like I had them. I knew somebody nosy ass went through my shit, because I was a neat freak and I’d placed each piece of paper neatly into the envelope before I sealed it up. I never opened it; I didn’t have any reason to.

  What would possess this nigga to go through my shit? He straight violated me. What was he looking for? Who is he?

  “Sierra and her son are living in the Atlanta area,” Albert’s voice played back in my mind!

  “No, ain’t no way. He can’t be Sierra’s son. That boy can’t be nothing but a little over twenty-something. Hell, no! I tried to convince myself. I needed to find out what was going on, but how? I already went through his belongings, searched the house from to bottom and found no evidence of anything discriminating. I took a gulp of my drink, as I rocked my brain for answers.

  After a few moments, it came to me. The one person that was related to him, she should be able to set my mind at rest. I dialed Natasha’s number.

  After a few rings, she picked up.

  “Hello, who this?” she answered with an attitude.

  “Girl, this Shayna, your old bunkie.”

  “Oh shoot, Shayna, what the heck you doing out girl?”

  “Long story, I’ll tell you one of these days, but I’m here in ATL.”

  “You lying. What you doing in the A girl, I thought you were from New York?”

  “Yo’ cousin convinced me to come out here and that’s correct, I was born and raised in New York”

  “Girl, stop playing. I knew he was crazy, but I had no idea you were too. I see he’s really into you, if he got you out here wit’ him.”

  “Really… Natasha, tell me how come he has a Jamaican accent, and you don’t? I thought y’all grew up together.”

  “Yeah, well, umm, he grew up ‘round his father’s side of the family.”

  “Hmm really. Why don’t I believe you? I’ve spent years with you; we talked about everything and not once did you mention a cousin name Alonzo. What’s wrong with this picture?”

  “Shayna, are you accusing me of something? If so, come out and say it. All this beating around the bush, I ain’t got time for it,” she replied angrily.

  “No, I’m not accusing you of anything, at least not yet. But, I know you is a fucking liar. I know y’all ain’t no cousins. What I don’t know is, who is he and why y’all lying.”

  “Listen bitch, unless you got proof that he ain’t my motherfucking cousin, don’t call my phone accusing me of shit. I’ve never disrespected you in any way. Maybe you are too used to fucked-up ass niggas that you can’t accept a real nigga. I’m done talkin’ to yo’ ass,” she said.

  The dial tone rang ou
t in my ear. I chuckled to myself. That bitch was a poor liar. I could see a lying bitch from a mile away, I thought.

  Alonzo or whatever your name is, what is your business with me? What the fuck had I gotten myself into? Wait, I must be trippin’; I been here with this nigga. If he wanted to kill me, he could have by now. Maybe I’m paranoid, or was I ignoring the signs….

  ***

  I took a shower, and decided to get dressed. I need to get me a gun. I knew I couldn’t walk up in no store and get one. I needed to come up with a plan first…

  After sucking and sliding this pussy over on Albert’s cock, he agreed to get me a gun. It took a little convincing. I had no problem showin’ him the bruise on my arm from my boyfriend roughing me up. He was just another lame-ass nigga trying to rescue the damsel in distress.

  He got me a 9mm semi-automatic pistol. He handed it to me after we left out of the gun store. I took it out of the box and admired it. I haven’t held a gun in years, and just the sight sent electric shocks throughout my body.

  “Be careful wit’ that pretty lady. Guns are nothing to be played wit’ and only use it if your life is in danger.”

  “I understand. I wouldn’t hurt a fly. I only need this to scare him off, when he tries to beat on me,” I burst out crying.

  “I don’t know this fella, but he has no business hitting on a lady like you. I have some friends in DeKalb County Police Headquarters that I can call up for a favor. He better watch out.”

  “Oh thank you, but I don’t think it’ll go that far.”

  “Okay, pretty lady. I gotta go meet up wit’ this client.”

  He drove back to where the truck was parked.

  “Thank you again, Albert.” I winked at him, got out his car and walked over to the truck.

  I wiped my tears and got into the truck. I marvelled at the sight of this new toy. Ohh, I felt like the old me again; for a minute I’d felt vulnerable because I had no protection. This was all I needed so niggas or bitches could know; I was not the bitch to be played with!

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Sierra Rogers

  For days Azir laid heavily on my mind; each time that I cut on the television, there seemed to be more news about Dwayne’s death. I continued to pray to God; I needed him to protect my only child. I was considering asking him to leave Atlanta, maybe go visit England where his father’s side of family was or go back to Jamaica. Atlanta wasn’t the place for him and the last thing I needed was for him to be wrapped up in some bullshit, he had nothing to do with. I needed to have a talk with him, but not over the phone. I needed to see him.