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Episode 7:

All Killer’s Don’t Mean Mug 😉

 

 

 

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“Five years ago, I was arrested and charged with first degree murder. If convicted, I was facing life in prison without the possibility of parol or the death penalty.” He begins.

My heart beats vigorously as he speaks. I keep imagining something crazy coming from his mouth, so I try my best to keep an open mind.

“My mother and little sister were both killed by my sister’s boyfriend at the time.” My heart fills with regret as he drops this bomb on me. I instantly feel bad for judging him right off the bat. Refusing to interrupt him, I stay silent letting him continue. “When I found out that he was the one behind it, I spazzed out. Every piece of sense my mother instilled in me, left when her and my sister were taken from me. I did some research, finding out where he was hiding, the places he frequented and what not, until I was ready to find his ass.” He says. “I grabbed my gun, loaded the clip, drove to the place where he chose to hideout, and knocked on the door. When he answered, I pointed the gun in his face, daring him to flinch.”

“Then what did you do?” I ask, eager for him to finish his story. “Did you shoot him without giving him a chance to speak?”

“No. I questioned him, using not so common measures though. I really didn’t have to because he was eager to tell me what he did, but I pressed him for the information anyway. While he bragged about being guilty, I recorded everything, word for word, knowing I’ll need that later.” He tells me.

“He actually admitted everything to you without a hitch?” I ask.

“Yep. The bitch wasn’t even remorseful about it either. It’s like he couldn’t wait to brag about what he’d done.” He says with a laugh. “He told me he killed my sister because he thought she was cheating. Whole time, the boy in question was on the down low, using her to keep his secret hidden. He was up and coming rapper who thought if his secret was out, he’d lose all his street cred.” He continues.

“That’s horrible Jakolbi.” I say comforting him as he relives the moment.

“Not as horrible as what I did to him.” He responds.

“Which was?” I ask.

“I had the boy meet me there.” He says. He leans down into the crook of my neck, resting there a beat. He releases a few deep breaths before lifting his head to continue looking at me. “As a part of his torture, I tied him to the bed face down, butt ass naked. I recorded the entire confession on video first before torturing him because I didn’t want anyone to say he was in distress and forced to confess. When my sister's friend got there, I sat in the living room, blasting music, enjoying the screams of a man scared shitless, getting fucked in the ass by something identified as hood justice.”

“Damn.” I say.

“What’s even more fucked up, is that my sister was in love with his dumb ass. She was carrying their first child at the time of her death and the bastard didn’t even care that he killed his unborn baby. Someone that could’ve carried on his bitch ass legacy.” He says.

“I shouldn’t have judged you.” I tell him. “That guy got everything he deserved the day you handled his ass.”

“He said my mom witnessed everything and because she was present, he couldn’t let her live. So, yeah, you’re right. He deserved all 20 rounds I left in his body.” He tells me.

“That’s really fucked up. No one deserves that type of pain. I don’t agree with what you did because taking someone’s soul is wrong, but I do understand why you did it. I pray that if something like that happened to me, that somebody would ride for me like you slid behind your mother and sister.” I say.

Jakolbi leans into me once more, sniffing my neck before leaving a trail of kisses behind. My eyes close once more while admiring his touch. Pulling back, he rests his forehead on mine. Our breaths beat at the same pace as if we’re intertwined with one another.

“May I ask you a question now?” He says lifting his mouth from me to speak.

“Of course.” I answer.

“Why did you stay with that bitch Otto?” He asks. “What made you want to be with someone like that? You seem like the type he doesn’t deserve, and I know he’s very undeserving of you.”

Now it’s my turn to cringe from the question he’s asking. I hate discussing things like this, but mostly because it’s about Otto.

“Our food is getting cold. Maybe we should eat first.” I say changing the topic.

“Or you can answer my question just as I answered yours.” He counters.

Touché’. The man’s got a point.

“He wasn’t always that way.” I explain. I guess once he knew I wasn’t leaving because I didn’t have anywhere to go, he took control of me. And because I was in love with him, I allowed it to happen.”

“That should’ve never happened. Plus, you were too young when y’all met.” He says.

“Well, all killers don’t mean mug.” I say with a small laugh.

“But Otto was more out in the open with the things he’d done. I’m lowkey, lurking only in the shadows. What kind of man wants to talk to young girls besides a creep?” He continues. “He saw a young, vulnerable, girl and took advantage of her weakness.”

“Yes, I can admit I was young, but I was also alone and on my own, living in the streets. He befriended me, bringing me to Red’s Room where I found a home. It wasn’t ideal but it was better than living in the streets.’ I counter. “We didn’t develop a relationship til I turned 18. He told me many men would love me, but he wanted to be the first. Being young and naive, I believed him.”

“Otto has been a slime for years. I’ve heard so many things about him that I could literally write a book about his life. Those boys would be looking for him and he’d catch a charge.” He says disgusted.

Taking my thumb to his cheek, I look into his eyes. They’re filled with so much pain, but there’s also a burning anger that’s ready to rage hell on the world. It makes me blush a little knowing that’s about me.

“I don’t have to worry about that anymore, do I?” I ask.

“Not at all.” He says. “I just don’t understand why you didn’t leave before. All these decent men out here and you stayed with his fuck ass of all people.”

“If I would’ve left, then I wouldn’t have met you last night.” I tell him. “I pick and choose the battles I want to fight and that wasn’t one of them.”

“Is that so?” He asks.

“It is. Plus, rule #1 keeps me focused.” I say.

“Rule # 1?” He questions, brows scrunched.

“Yep. Rule #1, always stack your paper.” I tell him. “Red, I mean Otto, always taught his girls how to make the money and keep it. He would often beat me and take mine, but that was until I got smart about stashing my coins. I wanted to use the money to buy some land, build a house, start a business, ya’ know. I just never got the chance.”

“Where’s the money now?” Jakolbi asks.

“Hidden at the club.” I answer.

A smile creeps up on Jokolbi’s face, and I know exactly what that smile means. He’s ready to wreck some shit and because I know it’s over me, the notion has me ready to spread my legs wide open for him.

“Don’t worry about that, you’ll get what’s yours.” He says.

“I’m sure I will.” I tell him.

Leaning into me, he’s hesitant at first as his lips hover over mine. Not waiting for him to make the first move, I pull him close to me, kissing him with a closed mouth. Once he relaxes into it, I then invite my tongue in, and he accepts. Our tongues fight for first place as we explore each other.

 

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His hands wrap around me, lifting me from the counter, holding me in the air as his mouth continues the fight. Stopping our kiss to lean on his shoulder, he leads us out of the kitchen, down the hall, around the corner, into his bedroom, and straight into his bathroom.

Dropping me to my feet, I can’t help but laugh as he turns, moving towards the shower, turning it on.

“I smell that bad?” I ask, unable to control my laughter.

“Nah. I just like my pussy fresh.” He says with a smile. “You fell asleep on the couch last night without taking a shower, so I’d feel much better if you shower before this goes any further.”

“No argument there. I’d much rather take a shower, but I don’t have any clothes here. They only brought rags for me to wear as if I’m getting ready to do a show.” I tell him.

“It’s cool ma. You can slip something of mine on until we get you some new clothes.” He says.

Jakolbi hands me a washcloth, a towel, and soap, before leaving out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. The first thing I do when he’s gone is remove the wig from my head. Taking down the stocking cap, I unravel my braids, using my hand to finger comb my hair.

Next, I remove the smeared make up from my face, then move onto the clothes I’m wearing. Once I’m bare, I admire myself in the mirror, before stepping inside of the shower.

It takes a while to scrub myself clean, wash my hair, and any impurity I find on my body. When finished, I step out, using the towel he’d given me, drying my hair as much as I can. Finding another towel in the closet, I use it to wrap around my body.

 

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I leave everything I’ve taken off in a pile on the bathroom floor. Opening the door, I walk into Jakolbi’s bedroom to find him laying on his back across his bed with his phone in his face.

“All done.” I say, standing just outside of the bathroom door.

He sits up in bed, dropping his phone on the comforter. He devours my body with eyes, and even though I’m wrapped in a towel, I feel naked under his hungry gaze.

“You look beautiful without that ugly ass wig on.” He says.

My mouth falls open in shock at his admission. I don’t know whether to be upset at the revelation, or happy that he likes my natural look. Choosing to ignore the comment, I press forward with the conversation.

“So, what was it that we were doing before I needed to shower?” I ask.

Holding out his hands, he motions for me to come to him. “Come to me and make me remember.” He commands.

Biting back my smile, I take hurried steps over to him, stopping just shy of his bed. If I do this, there is no going back. Otto will do anything in his power to find me once he knows I’m not coming back to him.

Given the man laid out in front of me, Otto should never be a problem again.