A soft sob escaped my mouth as tears slipped down the sides of my face. I kept my eyes closed until I felt Prince’s fingers moving in a ‘come here’ motion inside of me. He flicked his tongue quickly over my clit and all the horror, pain, and sadness evaporated.
When I opened my eyes, King stood at the foot of the bed with his eyes on me and his gun pointed at Prince’s head. My whole body tensed up as a look of horror showed in my eyes. I couldn’t make the orgasm that slammed through my body stop. What made matters worse, I squirted out for the first time, my juices shot right into Prince’s mouth.
“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about… that pussy straight talking to me! I ain’t sharing this shit.” Prince boasted.
Soon as he attempted to go back and lick up my cum, his brains exploded all over me and my private area. I yelled until I was hoarse, his blood shot in my mouth, all over my face, and body.
“What the fuck!” I yelled, feeling grossed out.
I began to throw up all over myself when I sat up and witnessed a chunk of Prince’s head missing.
“At least you got your nut.” King spat with a mug over his face.
Instead of asking was I ok or helping me, he stood back looking at me with disgust written all over his face.
“If he wasn’t between your legs, I could’ve got some last words in…I wanted that nigga to look me in the eyes before he took his last fucking breath,” King uttered coldly.
I shot him a nasty glare.
“I didn’t fuck him King!” I yelled with more tears welling up in my eyes.
I pointed to myself. I knew he saw the scars I had all over and the condition I was in. King couldn’t have been that fucking stupid. Staring at him right now, I could tell he was in a twilight zone. He had a crazy deranged look in his eyes.
“I wanted to ask him why he killed my fucking father! You seemed to be enjoying the head…Terms and conditions out the fuckin window.”
The jealousy in his voice couldn’t be mistaken, I tried my hardest to move around the bloody mess that was between my legs. I put the gown back on and used the robe to help calm my shivering body. My nerves were bad; that was the second murder I had witnessed.
“Yea, well, we seem to be in the same place… I didn’t get any fucking closure either. I would love to ask why he killed my mother, you asshole.”
I limped past him with anger in my heart. Did I enjoy Prince giving me head? No, but it sure as hell felt good and took my mind off all the other fuck shit on my plate. I wasn’t wrong at all. There was nothing that could be done. He planned on tossing me around like a doll anyway.
When King and I made it to the family room, I saw Rellianah with black paint all over her face. She looked like the devil as she stared down at Glen, who was crying and begging on his knees for her to show his life some sort of mercy. She laughed and taunted him as she walked around him in circles. Lifting the huge gun she had in her dainty little fingers, she blew his brains out and smiled up at me as she looked me in my eyes with a satisfied look. My stomach tightened and I made a mental note to get far away from all of these people when it was all said and done.
Chapter Twenty-Four
King
Iknew I was wrong for being mad at Layloni… but that didn’t change how the shit felt. Fortwo whole years, I had replayed the moment in my head, the day I would finally stand in front of Prince and take his life. I had whole speeches memorized, words I had practiced in my mind over and over again like some twisted rehearsal. None of that shit prepared me for what I actually saw.
Seeing himbetween Layloni’s legs… watching her body move like she was enjoying him…The image was stuck in my fucking mind. I wanted to re pull the trigger on that nigga. Wipe her essence off that nigga’s tongue. He got to enjoy what I deemed as mine. I still felt built up rage locked inside of me.
In that moment, I had to fight the urge not to killher too. I don’t know how much they did, how much she enjoyed that shit. She looked mighty cozy with that nigga doing his thing to her and that shit had me keeping my fuckin’ distance.
Three weeks had passed since we saved her from Prince and her bitch ass ex and Layloni hadn’t shown an ounce of gratitude to me or Rellianah.
She changed her phone numbers. Switched up her whole routine. The first week she got back to Cali, she packed up andmoved out of her apartment without telling anybody where she went.
That shit left both me and Rellianah confused as hell.
The only thing I knew for sure was she let that grimy bitchShadonnastart working at her shop, like that bitch hadn’t betrayed her. On top of that, she gave her manager damn near full control of the place. Layloni barely even showed up there anymore.
Every time I tried to step foot inside that shop looking for her, the manager’s scary ass threatened to call the cops on me. I already knew what was probably happening though.
Layloni’s stubborn ass was somewhere in the back… probably sitting in her office watching me on the security cameras while I stood out there looking stupid.
That shit didn’t sit right with me at all. The way she was trying toghost melike I didn’t exist. Like I wasn’t worried sick about her dumb ass when she got kidnapped. I didn’t even want a relationship with her anymore. Not after what I saw. I still wanted a friendship and to be there for her no matter what and I didn’t even understand that.
I cared about her too much to pretend otherwise, no matter how many times I tried to lie to myself about it.
