Category : Stories

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

** #shortstorychallenge **** this my short story. Hope y'all read it and like it. . . . . .

Warning explicit language and sexual content....

       "Please young man I will give you whatever you want! Please don't shoot!" The middle aged man pleaded. He lay on the wet pavement looking down the barrel of a .40 ruger. The gun looked oversized in the small trembling hand of the boy who held it. He was only a kid about to strip his innocence from a 187. The boy reminded him so much of himself and of the child he had left behind with his crack head mother. Maybe this was his punishment for being so cruel and upptity to care for their poor ghetto lives and abandoning them.
       The boy didn't speak he just glared down at the man who was almost in tears.
          "Don't kill me! Please I have a daughter and a son on the way.!" He glanced at the little girl crying from the front seat. She was calling to her daddy. 
       He ignored both their cries. He couldn't feel no mercy his heart had turned cold long ago. He had no choice the man was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. The only family he had was the members of the south street killahs also known as the ssk boyz. To become official with them he had to prove his loyalty by taking a life. It was just too bad that the man's number had come up and he had to punch the clock. The kid had come to far to back down now.
             "You can have all my money you can take my car. I won't tell the cops nothing. Just please let me go. You don't have to do this!"
         The boy didn't say a word nor did he blink when he squeezed the trigger. The bullet went into the man's chest. The man gasped for air as blood filled his mouth. The boy stood over him and pointed the gun in his face. Tears ran down the sides of the man's face as he turned to look at his crying daughter.
              "Nooooo daaaaddddy!!!" She cried hitting the window.
             "I love you baby." He choked out as the boy ended his life with a bullet to the head.
         The boy looked at the girl and she slowly stopped crying. Her eyes pierced through his soul. He saw pure hatred in her eyes. He couldn't bring himself to shoot her she was too young to identify him anyway. He turned and ran off into the night never looking back. The sirens echoed in his ears as he got away with a secret he would take to the grave. 

         Lontrel sat daydreaming about his dark past. He had come along way from a snotty nose stick up kid who ran the streets as a trouble maker. He went from jacking cars and selling nick bags to being his own boss. 15 years later he was a major kingpin who had everything in the palm of his  hand. He had loads of money, the best cars, the baddest bitches and the most respect. His looks and his swag was an added bonus. He stood 6 foot 2, the color of a perfectly cooked biscuit and built like a line backer. Ladies loved to cuddle against his thick frame. He had dark piercing eyes under thick black eye brows, big sexy lips and a long thick beard that hung almost to his chest. He had deep dimples but anyone rarely saw them because he hardly ever smiled. 
          He had it all and he could thank the man he killed in the street many years ago for that.
                  "Yo Lonnie wussup my nigga!" Tank his younger cousin walked up and slapped his hand.

           They were all posted at the Flyy City car show. Everybody that was somebody was there. Of course Lonnie had several cars in the show and he won faithfully every year. 
                  "What up FAM!" Lonnie spoke at him nonchalantly. His family got on his nerve because they stayed in his pocket.
           Tank made small talk as he dick rode gawking over his cars and wardrobe. Lonnie ignored him until he fixed his mouth to ask for a 500$ dollar loan.
                  "Nigga get DA fuck out my face. I don't respect no man who can't get  his own. When I tried to put ur bitch as on u turned down my offer. Get the fuck on!" He got in his face his size causing his cousin to back off.
                  "Alright FAM no need to get hostile. Fuck it!" Tank walked off mumbling shit under his breath. "Nigga got all that money, stingy ass."
         Lonnie went to hemm the nigga up to teach him some respect." Nigga got me fucked up!"                                  
                  "Damn boah!" A girl yelled as he almost fell over her.
                  "Oh shit my bad shawty I didn't see you.". He caught her before she fell.
                  "Well watch where the hell you going!" She said with a lot of attitude.
         She had saved his bum ass cousin an ass whooping. He eye balled her from head to toe. He quickly could agree she was bad as hell. He almost blurted out daaamn but kept his composure.
                   "You OK ma?" He asked.
                   "Yeah other than the fact that you made me spill my wine cooler!" She snapped.
                "Chill ma! I can buy you another."
        He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She was 5' 5"and built like Angel Love from the show basketball wives. She was perfect with long curly Brazilian weave that hung to her round ass. Her make up was perfect on her smooth carmel skin, her lips were juicy and her hazel eyes made him weak. The girl was bad. She had to be from out of town and he could tell she was use to the finer things in life from her appearance.
               "What's yo name ma?"
        She frowned at him and paused before she told him. "Miamor."
        Lonnie smiled showing his dimples. "My love!"
               "I see you know yo Spanish." She smirked.
               "Oh she does smile!" He teased.
               "Lonnie is it?" She asked.
               "Yeah how you know me?"
               "Who don't know you! Big bad boss Lonnie!" She mocked him.
        The woman had him feeling some typa way. She had a presence about herself that intrigued him. "Look I ain't gonna even hold you up shawty....how about I take you out to make up for nearly breaking yo neck." He laughed.
        Miamor eyed him side ways. He had a lot if nerve using the fact of damn near knocking her to the ground as an opportunity to holla at her. "I don't know." 
               "You don't know? What you got a man or something?"
               "No not at all....." She paused. "I just dont date dope boys."
       Lonnie laughed. "Naw baby girl I'm an entrepreneur!"
               "So thats what they call it now?"
               "Is you gonna take me up on my offer or not?" Lonnie was persistent. 
               "I will think about it what's yo number?" She pulled out her phone switching shit up on him. Lonnie was use to being in control. 
       He laughed and shook his head.  "Alright i see how you is." He gave her his trap phone number because he knew she would never call.

       A few weeks went by since the car show and Miamor was still on his mind tough. Lonnie had never been stuck on no chick but it was like she had possessed him or something. She still hadn't called but he expected that much. He decided to scoop up one of his hoes and fuck her crazy to get her out of his head. As he was getting some of the best head ever his phone vibrated from the night stand. He had a text on his business phone. It was odd because all his clients knew to call him directly.
             "You bet not answer that!" The red bone said with a mouth full of him.
             "Bitch shut up!" Lonnie dismissed her as he checked his phone. 
             
             "Since you wanna take me out so bad the fair will be in town this weekend. I got a taste for cotton candy and elephant ears." The text said.
        Lonnie smiled from ear to ear forgetting all about his session he had going on with the thick ass redbone.
        The girl got irritated and stopped sucking on  him. She could see he wasn't feeling her like that.  "Nigga you can take me home!" She got up and stormed off.
           Lonnie ignored her and texted Miamor back. He had got her address and set up the time he would pick her up.
       
           That whole week he couldn't stay off the phone with her. He knew he was missing important phone calls but she had his full undivided attention.
           Saturday he picked her up around 8. She admired his new corvette stingray. She went on about how much her dad loved corvettes and dreamed of restoring his grandfather's 67 stingray.
           Lonnie opened the passengher door for her as he checked her body out in her  Dior sundress. It laid across her body showing every curve. Her hair was pinned up and her make up was flawless. She smelled of citrus and he wanted to taste every part of her. She was a bad muthafucka.
          The night at the fair was different for him. It was not as cliché as most of his dates.....out to an expensive restaurant then back to his place for sex. He actually had fun and couldn't keep his eyes off of Miamor. She made him laugh something he rarely did.

          After their first date the week after he took her to a Beyoncé concert. Then to Benihana's the next week. Lonnie found himself wanting to spend more time with her and less time with his hoes. A month flew by and he still hadn't fucked her. He hadn't even kissed her. He was so into her that it wasn't on his mind until she invited him to her place for dinner. She lived in a small condo on the outskirts of town. He was impressed by her interior design. She had come from good money and he became curious on how she made her living. She never talked about school or a career. She mostly talked about her dad.
         Lonnie sat across from her as he ate his lobster. The food was perfect she could definitely cook. She was almost too perfect.
                "Hey bae can I ask you something?'
         She looked up at him. "Yeah sure."
                "Where do you work? You hardly ever talk about you."
                "I invest in stock." She lied.
                "Stock?"
                "Yeah my dad always told me to use money to get more money. Why spend it all and be broke invest it in to something that gets you profit." She said as she sipped her wine.
                "I see you talk about your dad a lot. Seems like a great guy! When do I get to meet him?" Lonnie smiled.
         Suddenly Miamor sat her glass down almost breaking it in the table. Her mood suddenly changed but she quickly regained her composer. She cleared her throat. "He....uh..." She hesitated. "He was a great man. Yeah he was a very great man. Taught me all I know."
               "Was?" He was confused.
               "Yeah he died some years back. Damn heart attack. He was so young and full of life never saw it coming." She dazed off.
               "Sorry Miamor I....I....didn't know." Lonnie apologized for bringing back her painful memories.
              "Oh no you good, how could you have known." Her eyes had started to tear over.
              "Well what about your mom? Do you have any siblings?"
        Her eyes suddenly went cold. A look he remembered from years ago and would never forget. 
              "She was pregnant with my little brother a few days from her due date. The sudden death of my dad broke her heart she went into labor and died giving birth to my brother. I never saw a love like theirs. He was her everything she couldn't live without him I guess."
              "And yo little brother?"
       Miamor slowly shook her." He didn't make it....I'm all that's left...."
       Lonnie had heard & seen some grimey shit in his 23 yrs but her story broke his heart. "Damn baby I'm sorry." He got up and walked over to her. He kneeled down in front of her and hugged her. "Life dealed you a bullshit hand and yet and still you surviving."
              "Got to." She sobbed on his shoulder.
              "Don't worry you got me now!" He told her. "I love you girl!" Lonnie shocked even himself he had never been in love but he meant every word. Miamor was gonna be his wifey.
        She thought she didn't hear him right. She pulled away and looked back at him. "You love me?"
               "Yes I do." He stared into her hazel eyes. "No woman has ever made me feel the way you do."
                        She looked down at his lips and gently kissed him. He kissed her back passionately. He picked her up and carried her to the master bed room and laid her across the bed. They undressed each other and Lonnie kissed every inch of her. He tasted all her warm juices as he gave her the most pleasurable head she would ever receive. When he felt her body quiver and she orgasmed all over his mouth and beard he climbed on top of her and made passionate love to her. Lonnie was so use to fucking and selfishly taking that this whole new experience blew his mind. 
     Miamor moaned loudly in his ear as she felt his thick 9 inches slowly  slide in and out of her. The nigga was gonna have her sprung.

       The next morning they woke up in each others arms.  She could really get use to this. She rolled over and smiled. She sled under the covers and woke him up with some immaculate head. He left her place later that morning with a smile on his face.

         A few months flew by and Miamor was the topic of Lonnie's conversation. His boys teased him she had his mind gone.

         Miamor had practically moved in with Lonnie. She found herself waking up in his bed every morning. He always left a surprise around the house for her roses, chocolates, diamond bracelets, ear rings, designer purses, and money he spoiled her.
         One morning she got up slipped on one of his button ups and started to clean the house. She went to put his clothes in his closet when her eyes fell on an old wooden box in the back of the closet. It was almost the size of a shoe box. She looked around Lonnie was out handling business so she was alone. She slowly bent down to pick the box up. She knew she was being nosey but she had to see what was in the mysterious box. It was a lot heavier than she thought. She slowly opened it and gasp when she saw the old gun. It was a nice size gun that looked like it had seen better days. She picked it up with trembling hands and this eerie feeling came over her. She quickly put it back, closed the box and put it back into the closet. Lonnie probably had all kinds of guns hidden around the house. She put his clothes away and quickly closed the closet door. She suddenly felt sick to her stomach. She could still feel the cold steel in her hand. The gun gave her the creeps. She started to feel real ill. She rushed to the toilet and threw up. Sweat dotted her forehead. She was confused about what had came over her. 

         As the days passed Miamor kept getting sick. Lonnie was worried about her.
               "Baby you want me to take you to the hospital?"
               "No!" She snapped at him. "I'm OK ima just lay down!"
         Lonnie noticed her sudden attitude and decided to give her her space. The next two months Miamor was distant and cranky. He loved her so he let her be hoping she would be her old self again. He was right after a while she was her happy self. They made love all over the house he couldn't get enough of her. She was his everything and he eventually proposed to her. Miamor was ecstatic. She said yes.
        A few weeks later on his 24th birthday he walked in to a candle lit dinner. Miamor had cooked him an Italian dish. She walked out the room dressed in black lace lingerie. Her hair hung sexy and wild around her head. She wore black eye shadow and black lipstick. Her dark look turned him on.
               "Come here daddy!" She gestured him to come to her. 
        He smiled and walked up to her. He wrapped his arms around her and gripped her plump ass as he picked her up and pressed her against the wall. He tore off her thin panties and shoved his hard throbbing penis inside of her. She moaned as he fucked her to the room. They fell across the bed as she pulled off his shirt. 
              "Damn girl you drive me crazy!"
              "Good!" She gave him an evil smile and rolled over on top. She began to ride him so good.
              "Fuck baby this why I love yo fine ass!" He moaned as he closed his eyes. He felt every inch of her warm wet pussy.  He fell into a state of euphoria. 
              "You love me huh?" She asked. Her eyes turning dark.
              "Yes girl." He moaned.
              "Well that's too bad now isn't it....you know love gets you killed!"
        Suddenly Lonnie felt his lips and teeth being busted open. "What the fuck?" He tried to yell but he felt the cold steel of a gun being shoved in his mouth. He looked up at Miamor in shock. 
        Her mascara was running down her cheeks. She had the look of pure hatred in her eyes.
           "Bet you never saw this coming?" She said coldly to him. "Look at you you not so big and bad. I caught yo ass slipping."
        Lonnie looked down at the old .40 she had in his mouth. He wanted the know how in the fuck did she find his gun and why was she doing this. "Baby please don't do this." He tried to plead. His mouth was filling with blood from his busted lips and broken teeth.
           "Funny my dad begged you please but did you listen?!" She shoved the gun deeper in his mouth. "Did you bitch!" She yelled. "You ruined my life!" She sobbed.
        He was confused. Her dad? What was she talking about. As he looked into her cold sad eyes it all came clear. From the moment he bumped into her how she was so secretive and how she only talked about her dad. His love for corvettes....he flashed back to when he was a kid.. When he watched the middle age man smile at his daughter as he climbed from his shiney red new corvette. Lonnie knew he had money and hated black folks who lived the good life while he suffered as a poor kid with a drug addict mother and a father he never knew. He singled out the man as his victim so he could be recruited into the south street killahs gang. He remembered he ran up on the man he didn't even see him coming. He pointed the gun in his face ordered him to get on the ground then he killed him in front of his daughter. 
          "Please don't kill me I got a daughter and a son on the way! Please!" The man's words echoed into his thoughts. The bang of the gunshot and the little girl's cries...."Noooooo daddddy!"
        Lonnie looked at Miamor in horror. He was the one who took her family away.
               "Oh I see you remember now." She looked down at him. "You took everything from me! My dad was my best friend he was my everything! Then after my mom died they threw me into foster care you don't know how it feels to get passed around from family to family. Sometimes its the mother who hates me or the father who is infatuated with me and made me grow  up faster at the age of 10 taking my innocence one after the other. The fear I felt as they all molested me!" She sobbed. You know how many niggas I had to suck and fuck and lie and kill to find you. This mystery boy who killed my father right in front of me! You should have killed me!" She yelled as she cocked the gun.
         Tears rolled down the sides of his face. He knew she was going to kill him. He saw the look in her eyes she was too far gone. She was possessed by revenge she only saw blood. The looks of a killer. The same look he had so many times in his life. He had did some fucked up shit in his life but never knew it would come back to haunt him like this. 
                 "I did everything taking every calculated step to get me close to you to get you right her where I wanted you. To make you feel how you made my dad feel!" She sniffed and quickly wiped her face.
"You took my life away and now ima take yours!" She squeezed her finger around the trigger. "Goodbye Lontrel!"
         Lonnie looked deep into her eyes. "I'm sorry My love..." 
        "Blam!" She blew his brains out with his own gun, the same gun he used to kill her father with.
                "Fuck you nigga!" She spit on him as stood to her feet. She put on her clothes and put the .40 in her purse. She decided to keep it as a souvenir. Before she walked out she looked back at Lonnie's lifeless body and what was left of his face. He stared blankly up at the ceiling, his brains and skull fragments all over the pillow and wall behind him. She felt nothing. The hatred and the pain had died with him. The pain of a Father killed by his own son and a brother killed by his sister...
                "Dear brother You took my family away from me..." She rubbed the bulge that had formed in her stomach. "But you also gave me life. I'm not all that's left anymore." She referred to the baby boy growing in her womb. She closed the door behind her and walked off into the night. "I love you daddy and ima name my son Lontrel just like you. Sorry I had to kill yo oldest son but I did it all for you......   

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