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  “You bitch! You came on to me, you gave me the pussy. I did not rape you!”

  “Really? Well I have the swabs with your semen, I have the tape with me hollering, begging you not to hurt me and I also told you to stop and to top it off the hotel have security camera that I am pretty sure caught you entering my room.”

  “You dirty bitch! You gave me the pussy. I did not rape you, you came on to me!”

  “I told you about all the evidence that I have. Correct me if I am wrong, but in the Great Commonwealth of Virginia, if a woman said stop, it means stop. Not continue fucking her, with that said I see a rape charge written all over you.”

  I could see all the blood drain from his face, as he stared at me with his fist balled up. I didn’t flinch. I was in control of the situation. I reached in my bag and took out my tape recorder. I pressed play and glanced as he listened to his voice, loud and clear.

  “Cut it off dammit! You evil bitch! You set me up. I should have your ass arrested,” He stuttered.

  I got up and start clapping.

  “Standing ovation. That was a great performance Mr. Commissioner, but I think you are not convincing enough. Let’s see if you can convince a jury of your peers that you did not rape the vulnerable victim that came to you for help from her killer husband.”

  I got up to leave. I knew that I had him right where I needed him to be.

  “No wait! What the hell do you want? Some more dick, money, you name it.”

  “No, no more of that shit and I don’t want your little chump change. What I do want is for you to pursue the case against Alijah. Call up your little fed buddies and get them to open a federal case. I already gave you the evidence; now get me a fucking indictment against him and his crew.”

  “It’s not that fucking easy. I told you that before.”

  “Make it easy or it will be your black ass sitting in a cell waiting to go to trial. It’s your choice.”

  “Well lemme see what can be done. Now gi’ me that frigging tape.” He lunged toward me.

  I snatched my hand away. He really thought I was that dumb of a bitch. This was not my only copy. Boy I tell you how stupid men are. I shook my head in disbelief.

  “I wouldn’t do that, if I were in your position. It could get real ugly up in here,” I warned with a deadly look on my face.

  “You set me up and now you up in here trying blackmail me. You are a woman scorned; I cannot believe that I allowed you to weave me in your web of deceit.” He said, while shaking his head in disbelief.

  “Well Mr. Commissioner, it is called the “POWER OF THE PUSSY.” See men always think with their cock heads instead of their brain. Don’t be too hard on yourself, this has been happening since Adam and Eve’s time and will continue to happen. Now get yourself together, we have work to do.”

  “Bitch! Get the fuck out of my office. I will do what I have to do, other than that, stay the hell away from me, you hear me. Or I will be personally coming for you.”

  I took my shades off and stepped closer to his face.

  “Don’t get fooled by this pretty face and tight pussy. Don’t come looking for me, especially if I didn’t send for you. I’m that bitch that your mama warned you about fucking, but I see you didn’t listen, ole police boy.”

  I walked towards the door and opened it. I stepped out in the reception area with my head held high, daring his office slut to say a word. I was done playing with people and I was out for blood. I felt bad for the next bitch or nigga that crossed my path!

  Chapter Seven

  Sierra Rogers

  My doctor’s visit turned out really well. I had a chance to listen to my baby’s heartbeat, and on the next visit I would get to find out what I was having. I’ve never imagined motherhood to feel this good. I was definitely praying for a girl, but if I get a boy, I’d still be happy. I pray for a healthy baby. I had no doubt that I’d be a great mom because of what I went through. I made a vow long time ago that when I had children of my own, I would cherish and protect them until the last breath left my body.

  I knew from all my past struggles, that I was put on this earth for a reason, I could’ve died when that bitch shot me, but God had other plans and I felt like my grandma was watching over me. I couldn’t help, but wondered if the only time that she became visible to me was when I am faced with difficult times. I wasn’t going to front; it was a good feeling to know someone was watching over me. I really wished that she did not pass so early; my childhood might’ve turned out differently. I also heard tons of stories about how sweet she was. I can believe it. I hope she continued to watch over me because I needed an extra set of eyes on me as I embarked on this new journey.

  ***

  I ran some errands and went home. I had the house to myself for a few days; Alijah was out of town on business. This was my first time being alone by myself so I kept my gun loaded and close to me. I had been prepared because that bitch caught me slipping once I couldn’t risk another time.

  Lil Mo’ was on her way over to hang out with me. It was Friday night so we were going to smoke some weed and she was going to drink. This chick was on her way over an hour ago. I’ve always joke with her ass that she was going to be late even for her damn funeral. I was happy to see her. I’ve been waiting to taste that sweet flower between her legs. I don’t think I’m gay. I do love dick, but I’ll have to admit that I love eating Mo’s pussy. If a person had told me a year ago that I would be eating pussy, I would cuss them out, but like older people always say, “don’t knock it, ‘til you try it.”

  I opened the door. My bestie was looking gorgeous in that one piece Dolce & Gabbana floral jumpsuit. She stayed on point with the latest designer clothes, can’t nobody knock her, baby girl put in major work at the salon. Speaking of salon, I missed being there every day with her. I wanted to return ASAP, but my doctor recommended that I stay on bed rest the remainder of my pregnancy considering I was just recovering from major trauma.

  “Hey Bestie,” I greeted her with a huge hug.

  “Hey Chick, sorry that I’m late. I had a late appointment for a full head sew-in, that shit took forever and then when I did get outta there, I got stuck in traffic coming over. Look like VCU have some type of game going on.”

  “Mmm. I know you always late, but no worries, the night still young,” I said while I winked at her.

  We walked to the kitchen. I had to fix her a drink and got me a bottle of water while she prepared to roll the blunt.

  “I know, and Lord knows I be trying, shit at least, I still show up. Anyway…how you and my God baby doing?

  “They did an ultrasound, I got to listen to the heartbeat, and it sounds strong. Mommy and baby doing good. The only thing is I keep having these headaches, but other than that I am blessed to be here.”

  “You right ‘cause I remember when I got the call that you got shot, I almost lost my fucking mind. I did a hundred miles per hour heading to the hospital, but, thank God that you pulled through.” She said while shaking her head.

  “Yea, I feel you. I still can’t believe that bitch shot me, but you know what I made it and my baby aiight.”

  “Yea and your ass need to be resting not running errands, you so hard headed.” She said, giggling.

  “I hear you boo-boo,” I joked back.

  We moved into the living room and lit the blunt. I went first and as usual she delivered some good weed. I smoked while she smoke and drank. All together we smoked three blunts. To say we were high would be an understatement; we were toasted.

  Mo’ scooted closer toward me on the couch and started to rub my stomach. The touch of her soft palms sent chills throughout my body. I couldn’t find the words to describe the feeling. I pulled her to me and started to kiss her passionately. I enjoyed the smell of her minty breath. We were ready to get it in, on the couch when Channel Six Breaking News came on the television. The reporter came on saying there was a shooting at a hotel a few days ago and two people were killed. He also went on to say
they had a suspect and they needed the community help in identifying this suspect. We both stopped what we’re doing and turned our full attention to the news. I sat there staring at my sixty-inch plasma television. The sketching that they posted looked just like Alijah’s face, I looked over at Mo’ and I can see that she had the same disbelief look plastered on her face.

  "What-the-fuck?” I stuttered

  “Is that Alijah? Oh hell nah, it must be a mistake.”

  That wasn’t bad enough; I almost fainted when they showed the victims face; a man and woman. I saw the woman’s face and had an instant flashback. The dead bitch was none other than the Puerto Rican broad that I caught him with, the same bitch that I had to beat down. My chest was getting tight and I was feeling dizzy. I leaned back into the couch as everything around seemed to be spinning. Mo’ must’ve peeped this.

  “Sierra, are you feeling aiight?”

  “Not really. I’m dizzy, but I’ll be ok, I just need to lie down.”

  “Do you need me to call an ambulance?”

  “No I’m good. Look in the kitchen cupboard, I have some ginger teabags. Cut the kettle on and boil me some water. I need a cup of tea.”

  “Sure I gotcha!”

  While she was in the kitchen, I sprawled out on the couch in a daze. What the fuck this nigga got himself into again? I just got his ass out of trouble a few months ago. I’d to risk my freedom to get his sorry ass out of jail and here he was again in some shit over pussy that didn’t even belong to him. I grabbed my cell that was next to me and dialed his number, but it went straight to voicemail. I hung up.

  “I done told his ass about cutting his phone off, what if it’s something wrong with me or his seed, how was I supposed to reach him? I am mad as hell right now.”

  “Sierra calm down. This is not good for you or the baby.”

  I just busted out crying. Tears flowed out like a water faucet. All different thoughts ran through my mind. I couldn’t take any more from this nigga, I tried and tried. I done gave him chances. I almost lost my life behind a fucking nigga that ain’t even worth it. Mo’ hugged me as I wept louder; my heart was broken, yet another time!

  I drank the ginger tea and cried some more while Mo’ rubbed my back. I eventually dozed off into darkness.

  Chapter Eight

  Alijah Jackson

  This was my first trip up top since Darryl’s funeral. So the first stop was his grave. It’s been months since I watched them put my brother in the ground and the pain that I felt was still fresh in my bones as if he got killed yesterday. I took a seat on top of his grave and thought back on when we first met in the apartment building on Fourth Street, we clicked right away. I was a little younger than him, so I became his little brother. We got deep in the game and promised each other that we’d watch each other’s back and he did; however I failed him. I admit that I fucked up. Tears filled my eyes, and I tried to hold the grief in. The pain was internal, deep down in my soul. I knelt down on the side of the grave. “Man, I miss you son, why you leave me dawg? We had a fucking deal!” I grieved while hugging his grave.

  I saw an older couple that was visiting the grave next to him; they gave me a nasty look. I gritted on their ass and went back minding my fucking business.

  “Bro, I need you. My life is fallin’ tha fuck apart. I feel alone son. God should’ve taken me instead of you.”

  I paused; I guess I was waiting on a reply that never came. I just knelt there in silence. I felt a rain drop and I thought of a crazy saying back in Jamaica, whenever it rain, people said that was the dead crying. Shit, I don’t usually believe any bullshit like that, but this time I believe my brother was shedding tears with me. The rain came down in full force on top of me, but I didn’t move. My pain was too much to bear. I looked around to see how dark the place had become and decided it was best to leave. I finally got up and dragged my black ass to my truck.

  I was soaked so I drove directly to the crib, in the Bronx. I took a quick shower and poured me a glass of Jamaican Overproof Rum; it was just what I needed to cure my heartache. While I was drinking, I thought maybe it was a bad idea to visit the graveside, but I had to let my partna know that I was still around; ain’t nothing changed!

  Priscilla came through and we smoked a few blunts and drank some more. I ended up fucking her and I let that pussy have it. It had been a while since I fucked anything. I got in about forty-five minutes of long dicking her ass then I bust. I got up off her and walked into the bathroom to clean off. In my mind I was thinking, that by the time I got back out there, her ass should be gone. She must’ve had other plans, ‘cause she was sprawled out on the bed.

  “Whaddup B?”

  “What you mean?” She replied.

  “We fucked, so I figure you was ‘bout to bounce up outta here.”

  “Damn! It’s like that. You fuck me and put me out?”

  “Nah it ain’t like that, but you already kno’ what it is. Ain’t nothin’ else to rap ‘bout.”

  “Alijah, you know what? Fuck you nigga. I should’ve never fucked with yo’ ass.”

  “If my cousin was here, you wouldn’t dare talk to me like this.”

  “Leave my nigga out of this and fo’ the fuckin’ record; I was your cousin’s boss, not the other way around.” I yelled.

  “Wow! Mr. High and Fuckin’ Mighty. My cousin taught you the motherfucking game and what’d you do, your ass got him killed. Yes Symone told me how it really went down.”

  “Listen little girl, stay in yo’ fucking lane. I ‘ont give a fuck what dat pussy claat bitch told you. Don’t come at me wit’ that shit.”

  “Boy, fuck you. Just the other day, you was chasing this pussy. Now all because you have a few dollars you behaving like you the shit. Don’t forget where the hell you came from and plus that dick wasn’t all that!”

  She got up and grabbed her clothing. I chose not to cuss her young stupid ass out. Truth was, she was salty wit’ a nigga ‘cause I didn’t want her. It’s funny how a bitch could diss you for the next nigga. I remember when I wanted her; she was young, pretty and had a future. I hollered at her, but she didn’t want me then. She literally laughed in my face and told me to get my weight up. I admit the bitch crushed my feelings. So here I was years later, my weight was so damn heavy, I’m bring the entire country down and this bitch think I want her?! Fuck nah! All I wanted was to fuck. Shit the pussy was not tight, so much for waiting to smash. She finally called a cab and left without saying a word. I downed another glass of rum, smoke another blunt and fell out in my king size bed.

  ***

  I woke up the next day with a bad headache, it was no biggie. I had a business meeting to that a lot of potential money to make. I was making some major moves and one of my plans was to take my business back up North. I was killin’ it in the South, but after all that happened I was ready to move back. I love the saying “all money is not good money.” So it was official, I’d stay in Richmond until after Sierra have my seed then I’m bouncing. I still didn’t ask her to move, but I was hoping she would see things my way. I was thinking about moving them to White Plains. It’s a very nice place to raise a family, plus it is out of the way.

  Mom-dukes was expecting me and I was pressed to see her, it’d been a minute since I’d seen her, or gotten to hold her and squeeze her tight. I love that woman to death. I can always count on her from day one, without a father, she held it down and that’s the reason why I would give her my life.

  I called her so she could open the door for me and as usual we greeted each other with a big hug.

  “Mi bwoy, mi glad fi see yuh.”

  “Mi kno’ ma, it’s been a minute, but I’m here now.”

  We sat down on the couch in the living room and started to talk.

  “Yuh hungry?”

  “Nah earlier I ate two double cheeseburgers.”

  “A damn cheeseburger? Yuh nyam like di Yankee dem. Dat nuh healthy at all. Yuh is a big man, yuh need real food, cho man.”

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p; “Ma, mi gud, mi wi eat some a your food lata.” I said and use my hand and turned her face toward me. I looked in her eyes and noticed how beautiful she was from the first day I laid eyes on her.

  “How yuh been?”

  “Mi deh yah, mi ‘ave life so mi give tanks to God.”

  “Of course, dats a must. How’s the family?”

  “Everybody alright, mi call dung deh yeseday and everything cool.”

  “That’s what’s up.”

  “So how you do? I haven’t seen you since Darryl funeral. Mi kno’ how close the two a unuu was.”

  “I’m livin’, it’s been hard, but yuh raise mi fi be tough, so I’m gettin’ by.”

  "So how yuh and Shayna, yuh wok pon yuh marriage?”

  “Mama, mi tell yuh before, we done. Yuh can’t even start fi imagine the tings weh she do to mi, trust mi.”

  “Alijah, y’all were happy before dat young gal cum inna yuh life and mess it up. I don’t like dat gal, I kno’ her kind, she’s only after yuh money. Mi is a ‘oman and mi a tell yuh.”

  “Ma, Sierra is my woman now and she’s pregnant and ago give yuh your first born grand pickney, so just cool. It’s because you don’t know the real Shayna why yuh feel like dat still.”

  I then continued on to tell her everything that went down after I came back from Jamaica, I went into details about my arrest and how I found out that Shayna was behind it. I also told her about Markus and Shayna. I saw the hurt in her eyes as I went on explaining everything in detail.

  “Alijah, mi never kno’ baby. She fool mi and use mi fi information. A me tell har, you was gone to Jamaica.”

  “Don’t blame yuh self, you couldn’t know. She even had me fooled, but don’t worry whenever mi catch her, trust me, she ago pay.”

  I must’ve said something that hit a nerve because she scooted closer toward me and grabbed my hands.

  “Alijah, Baby listen to mi don’t hurt that woman, leave it up to God. Trust mi, he will deal wid har…”

  “Ma, mi hear yuh, but yuh know, she disrespect me and violate me and mi can’t allow that.”