DEADLY DECISIONS III: The End (22 page)

Oh shit, Keisha Cones!
Destiny grabbed her things and headed to the door as if she was invisible. She was so afraid.

“Destiny, tell her you don’t mean shit to me,” Li’l Boo said desperately. He couldn’t lose Keisha again.

“Piru, fuck you and this bitch!” Keisha wrestled her way out of Gutty’s arms and pulled out her strap. “I won’t let you hurt or lie to me ever again.” Keisha aimed her pistol at Li’l Boo and began firing.

“Quit it, Keisha, put the gun down!” Li’l Boo tried dodging the bullets, but it was too late. Three
slugs r
ipped through his chest.

“Noooo!” L
i’l Boo sat up in bed like a zombie, sweating bullets and breathing heavily as the knocks on the door grew louder. Looking around the room, he realized that he was merely having a bad dream. When his phone alerted him, Li’l Boo looked at the door as he reached for his mobile device. He was still halfway asleep. In a groggy voice, he answered, “West.”

“East up, my gangsta. I heard you been looking for me.”

“Kesh.” He had been longing to hear her voice.

“Yeah, baby, it’s me. Now you gon’ let me in or are you in there cupcaking with some bitch,” Keisha teased seriously.

Li’l Boo hurried out of bed to the door. “None of that, Li’l Mama. You the only bitch welcome in my
bed. You don’t know that yet, Li’l Mama?”

When Li’l Boo opened the door and saw Keisha standing safely between Big Pope Dog and Gutty, he wanted to break down and cry like a bitch. But instead, he pulled Keisha into his arms and hugged her long, tightly, and passionately.

“I knew you would make it back to me, baby mama. I missed you so fucking much.” Li’l Boo couldn’t help the tears that filled his eyes.

“I wasn’t coming back without you.” Keisha buried her face in Li’l Boo’s chest, tears flowing heavily.

Li’l Boo gave Keisha’s homeboys dap and then sincerely thanked him for everything. “I’ma get in here and take care of the wifey and get her back pretty again,” Li’l Boo teased. Although Keisha looked rough in Li’l Boo’s eyes, she was still the most beautiful girl in the world to him. He was using humor to control his emotional state, and at that very moment, all he wanted was her. And he wanted her all to himself.

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T
he next morning after breakfast, Li’l Boo and Keisha finally made love. The night before, Li’l Boo bathed Keisha, washed her hair, and then lotioned and massaged her entire body while talking about the events that happened after she was kidnapped. Keisha was mentally thrown and all Li’l Boo wanted to do was be there for her and tell her that everything was going to be all right.

Keisha looked back at Li’l Boo, with her fingertip in her mouth as she slowly rode him in a doggy style position. “I can ride this dick forever.” The pleasure of the penis was written all over Keisha’s face. She savored each inch of him inside of her. “I love this big, thick-ass dick.”

Li’l Boo caressed Keisha’s body and spread her ass apart each time she rose on top of him and he deep-stroked her. He knew what she liked. “You gon’ be my rider for life, Li’l Mama. I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

“Really, Li’l Boo? Are you really ready for this, to marry me?” Keisha continued to ride and look back at him. “I’m a bad girl.”

“Only a bad boy can handle a bad girl.” Li’l Boo sat up in bed and began to plant kisses down Keisha’s back. Then he grabbed her by the hair, sucked on her neck, and gently bit her earlobe before he whispered in her ear, “Slow down before you make me cum.”

“Okay.” Keisha slowed down her pace. “No other man has never loved me like you love me. You ride or die for me,” she moaned. “And I
didn’t realize how much I loved you until I didn’t wanna live without you anymore.”

Li’l Boo rolled on top of Keisha. He needed to be in control and he wanted to look her in the eyes. Once Li’l Boo got Keisha on her back, he filled her up with his Mandingo, causing Keisha to gasp for breath. “I don’t want you to ever pull anything like that again, you hear me?” Li’l Boo kissed her lips and continued to look Keisha in her eyes. “If something ever happens to me, you have to stick around for our daughter.” It had upset Li’l Boo terribly when Keisha told him the night before how she ordered to be left to die if he wasn’t alive, and it bothered him even more that Big Pope Dog was willing to honor her wish.

The mention of their daughter’s name brought tears to Keisha’s eyes. She threw her pussy at Li’l Boo until he climaxed. She didn’t want to ruin the moment for him.

“Ohhhh, ohhhhh, shit!” Li’l Boo lay on top of Keisha, recovering from his orgasm. When he heard Keisha sniffling, he lifted up and looked her in the eyes and asked her what was wrong.

With tears streaming down her face, Keisha said, “Li’l Boo, Kessia is better off without me. She hates me and doesn’t feel safe with me. I ruined her and I didn’t even mean to.”

Li’l Boo sat up and wiped Keisha’s eyes. “Kessia loves you, baby, she’s still just a little shaken up. You’re a good mother. It’s gon’ take time, but we’re going to be a family again,” he assured her. “We’re going to give her some more siblings too. We gon’ be straight -”

“My son!” Keisha scrambled to the floor. “I have to get in touch with Cameron to get my son! I can have my son back now!” Keisha asked Li’l Boo if she could use his phone to call him.

“Go ‘head, baby, but block my number. I don’t need his buster ass calling my phone,” he replied, feeling a certain way hearing Cameron’s name.

“I will, baby.” Keisha grabbed his mobile device to get in touch with him.

Damn, she know that nigga number by heart.
Jealousy began to consume Li’l Boo.

“Niy!” Keisha blurted out the second her best friend answered the phone. She had previously spoken to both Poo Baby and Niya on her way to Li’l Boo’s and they were elated that Keisha was all right and had plans for all of them to get together soon, but she was supposed to get with Poo Baby the following day.

“Hey Kesh, girl, my sistah!” Niya yelled back happily through the phone.

“I need you to do me a favor. Give me Cameron’s number. I need my son ASAP.” Keisha’s voice cracked, fueled with mixed emotions and happiness.

“Aw, don’t cry, Kesh, you gon’ make me cry!” Niya began to tear up. Niya was happy for her friend’s new beginnings and just hoped that for once, Keisha did the right thing.

After they finally got it together, Niya gave Keisha the number and told her to call her later. She was studying for an exam.

“Alright, boo, see you this weekend, love you.” Keisha disconnected the call. Immediately after, Keisha called Cameron but her call was forwarded to voicemail. Keisha left a message. “Cam, it’s me, Keisha. I’m alive and everything is good. The beef has been squashed and I’m no longer on the run. I have to get a new phone, but I was hoping to catch you so that I could get my son. I miss him so much! But yeah, I’ll hit you back in about an hour. Kiss my son for me.” Keisha pressed pound to end the call.

“That nigga don’t answer the next call, I’ma send for his ass. I know where he at,” Lil Boo stated seriously. He had zero tolerance for Cameron.

Keisha smiled and then hugged Li’l Boo tight. “Maybe you’re right, baby. Everything is going to be alright.” She smiled at the possibilities of being married and raising her children. She was even considering a different state or country. “Thank you so much for hanging in there with me ‘til the end, Li’l Boo. On my daddy, rest in peace, I’ma be the best G wife ever and plan to make you the happiest man alive.” Keisha kissed his face. For the first time in a long time, she was glad to be alive.

Early that morning, Cameron agreed to meet up with Dime after he repeatedly called and texted him. Dime didn’t like the tension and distance put in between the two of them considering they were lifelong friends and wanted to discuss things. Cameron, on the other hand, thought,
Fuck it, I could use a partner in crime to help me pull off the murders I’ve been plotting, and who better than Dime to join me?
So Cameron told Dime to meet him at his mother’s house.

After the two met up, Dime immediately began to explain that nothing was or had ever gone on between him and Monique. Cameron brushed the conversation off and told Dime that he was done with Monique and didn’t care to discuss her. Cameron had bigger shit on h
is mind.

Dime saw that Cameron wasn’t in the mood to listen or reason with him about Monique or saving his marriage. Knowing how stubborn Cameron could be, Dime decided to save the conversation for a later time. Cameron pulled out a couple of beers and then went into his plans to murder both Carter and Li’l Boo. “I been studying Carter’s mail carrier schedule and decided the best way to get to him is through his mail - certified mail,” Cameron added
slyly
. “I’ve been scoping that nigga Li’l Boo out too, cuh. I figured the best time to get
cuh’s slob ass
is on his way inside the spot. He normally goes in late night. He be rolling with that nigga CK,” Cameron continued.

When Cameron finished laying his plan out, Dime interjected with, “Damn, I see a nigga been doing his homework. Good shit, loco.”

“Gotdamn right! You in, urb?” Cameron asked.

“Hell yeah, loc!” Dime replied. “You know a nigga stay down for getting niggas and is expert at getting away wit’ it.” He laughed mischievously, giving Cameron dap.

Cameron thanked Dime and then tossed him a mail carrier uniform that he had purchased the previous day from a uniform
outlet.
“Let’s get changed up and get outta here. It’s almost about that time to deliver that package.” Cameron headed to the room to change.

Once Cameron and Dime finished changing into their mail carrying uniforms, they headed out into the cool
spring we
ather, climbed inside of Cameron’s Range Rover, and then hit the highway and headed to Carter’s estate. During the ride, the two went over the plan to be as thorough as possible.

“A’ight, so when Mr. Postman pulls over, we get his attention, ask a few questions. I get out, you pop the trunk, I knock cuh out, put him in the trunk, and then tie his mail carrying ass up?” Dime
confirmed.

Cameron nodded his approval. “Cuh, this shit gon’ be easier than taking candy from a baby.”

“That it will be, loc,” Dime added.

Nearing Carter’s estate, Cameron parked three blocks from the home and then climbed into an older model Toyota that he had towed there a day earlier. Cameron had purchased the vehicle with cash under an alias. He had no plans of being identified or having anything tracked back to his name. Error was not an option.

“There goes Mr. Postman,” Dime announced as the mail carrier pulled onto the street and then parked.

“Right on muthafucking time!” Cameron began to put his plan in motion. He pulled alongside the mail truck and then started asking random questions.

Dime swiftly climbed out of the car, approached the mail carrier from behind, and then without warning, he forcefully punched him in the side of the head, knocking him out cold. After placing the mailman inside the trunk of the Toyota, Dime tied him up with the
zip ties
Cameron provided and then closed him inside.

“Park the car and then hop in, cuh.” Cameron hopped behind the wheel of the mail truck while keeping a watchful eye out.

Dime parked the car and then climbed in the back of the mail truck. At Carter’s residence, Cameron grabbed a random package out of the back of the mail truck and then started to Carter’s door with the package in hand, strapped with two loaded
.44 calibers at his waist. Cameron knocked on the door a few times after ringing the doorbell.
This nigga
over here living large,
Cameron thought, admiring his home and the fleet of luxury vehicles lined up in the front of Carter’s home. “U.S Postal Service!” Cameron yelled out.

Moments later, a young, beautiful, well-dressed
Latin
woman answered the door and greeted him. Cameron passed her the package and then asked her to sign.

“That must be for my father.”

“Is he available to sign?” Cameron asked curiously.

“He’s upstairs showering. We’re going out to celebrate,” she smiled. “It’s my birthday. I can sign for him.”

A satisfied smile spread across Cameron’s face. “Well, happy birthday.” Cameron passed her the package and
paperwork
for her signature.

As the young woman signed, Cameron pulled his .44 from his waist, causing the young woman to scream at the top of her lungs. “Ahhhh!” She dropped the package, trying to get away, but the slug that Cameron sent through her back stopped her. When the young woman fell to the floor, Cameron shot her once more in the back of the head, silencing her
permanently.

Cameron started up the stairs
, amazed at Carter’s exquisite home. L
istening for running water, Cameron was met by Carter in the hallway, covered in a robe, aiming a gun at his head. Cameron froze.
Where the fuck this nigga Dime at?
He hadn’t planned on dying
that day.

Carter had only been moments into his shower when he heard a loud bang that sounded like a gunshot rupture the silence in his
home.
Carter called out his daughter’s name. “Saige!”

When his daughter didn’t answer, Cameron snickered. “I sent your baby girl on an early trip to heaven like you did
my baby mother,
Keisha Cones, muthafucka!” Seeing tears form in Carter’s eyes, Cameron asked him how it felt. When Carter didn’t respond, Cameron spat, “Yeah, muthafucka, it feels real fucked up, don’t it, homie?” Cameron nodded, understanding Carter’s pain. “That’s how I felt when yo’ people came and put a bullet in my son’s head, a newborn baby, loc. So fuck yo’ life and your daughter’s -”

Before Cameron could get his last word out, Carter squeezed the trigger on his Desert Eagle, sending bullets flying rapidly in Cameron’s direction. Cameron fired shots back recklessly as he ducked and dodged to avoid being shot, and then he hauled ass inside of a large bedroom after a bullet ripped through his shoulder. “Ahh!” he grumbled in pain.