Life After Death (4 page)

     "Come on home. The rest of the money on the table is for y'all. Go fucking change and take us home!”

     Samantha leaned over and kissed me passionately as she grabbed her share of the money and put it back in my pocket. Fatima did the same thing.

      "We'll be right back, daddy!"

     They both hurried to the back, and I turned to Redman.

     "She called me ‘daddy,’ ‘Lil Bro! Who’s the fucking man?"

     He smiled at me, leaned over, and threw up. I fell onto the floor, laughing hysterically!

Chapter 11

     Samantha stood outside the shower, watching as Mr. Patterson’s blood ran off my body which made the water in the tub pink. Once there was no blood water left, she hopped in the shower and washed me thoroughly from head to toe including my manhood. She then had me lay down as she ran us some bath water. We soaked, talked, sucked, and fucked until the water turned cold.

     We then went into my room and made sweet, tender love until the wee hours of the morning. I woke up a few hours later because my body was so used to waking up early. I couldn't sleep past eight thirty in the morning. I cooked everybody a king’s breakfast. It was so good that I caught Fatima looking at me like she wanted to do somethings while she was eating! Not too long after that, Redman went out to get money, and Samantha and I sat across the street with the guns, watching his back.

     After we finished smoking a jay, I looked up to see her staring me in my eyes. She leaned in and gave me a kiss.

     "Are you trying to get money on your own, or you just chilling for a few?"

     I looked at her – trying to read her, but she had no expression.

     "Why? Are you going to put me on?"

     "Yeah boy, I'm trying to put you on with a move that will be a huge come up for the both of us. You with it?"

     I handed her a small jar of purple haze and a mango wrap. I watched as she expertly rolled, and then licked it seductively, before she sparked it up. She took a deep pull, leaned in, and blew the smoke into my mouth as our tongues intertwined. She laughed as she blew the smoke out – after I blew it back into her mouth. I looked into  her eyes.

     "Yeah, I'm interested. What's the plan?"

      She giggled.

     "Damn, you just want to know the plan. Do you care who it is?”

     "Real talk, shawty. The only person alive right now that's not expendable to me is my little brother. As long as it's not him, I'm down!"

      "Am I expendable?"

     My eye contact didn't waiver from hers.

     "As of right now, you are. I'm hoping that, in a little while, I won't feel like that."

     She shook her head in disbelief.

     "Anyway, I have heard so much about you that I know you are a good guy to the ones that have never caused you any type of harm. To those that have caused you harm, I feel sorry for them. I need a real dude in my life right now and you need a ride and die chick. We are perfect for one another. This now makes Sajuan a dead woman beater walking. I had no where else to go so I stayed, but that is no longer the case, is it?  He's the co-owner of the strip club I work in. I know the codes to his safes, and I know where all of his stashes are at in the house. He just came back from Detroit which means he just copped at least twelve keys of raw coke, and Lord knows how many pounds of trees.”

     "The plan is simple. You come over when he's at work, rob the house, and when me and him come home, I'll be here consoling him while you split up the money that he'll be crying about. It's that easy!"

     I smirked.

     "It's never that easy!"

     Samantha started to laugh.

     "Trust me, it's that easy. This not the first dude that has fallen victim to this pussy."

     "What do I have to do to not become a victim of your seduction?"

     "Continue to be a real street cat, and don't turn out to be a coward You can read The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene. I ride for the real and victimize the fake and I have never crossed a real dude."

     "I respect that."

     Fatima pulled up in Redman's car. He jogged to the driver's side window. They talked for a few minutes before he leaned in the window and they kissed. He stood up and looked at us.      "Samantha, Fatima about to hit up the malls,” she said. “You trying to ride?"      I hopped up.

     "Yeah, she going and I'm coming too. Let me go grab some paper and I'm ready."

     I jogged to the apartment, grabbed some paper, and hopped into the back seat, silently pumped up cause I was ready to go to a mall for the first time in over fifteen years!

     "Lost without you/can't help myself/how does it feel..."

     I found that watching the girls dance and sing the Robin Thicke song was so liberating. This was the type of small things that most take for granted. Being without females for over a decade and then to just getting a chance to sit back and watch them enjoy themselves is a blessing! Just two years ago, I had been one hour away from being put to death before I won a last second appeal. I had eaten my last meal, which was a shrimp dinner, thinking my life was over. The fact that I am out is surreal.

     The first mall we hit was Towson Town Center, which was about fifteen minutes away from the City. The mall was huge. We hit King Tuts jewelry store, and I let them pick me out two watches. They chose a Citizen and Breitling. We then hit Nordstroms, where I gave them three thousand and told them to “make me fly.” They had a ball picking out my clothes. I tried all types of clothes on for them. I looked so sexy in one of the outfits that Samantha gave me head while Fatima looked out for us! I had the most fun once we when hit Victoria’s Secrets! Everything they tried on I bought. They both had a ball showing me different things!

     After spending a couple of hours in the mall, we rolled out and, after getting home, me and Samantha went straight into my room. I went into the closet, grabbed the backpack of guns, and dumped them on the bed. I loved how she wasn't fazed by all of those guns. I laughed as she picked one of them up.

     "Ooh! This is so cute. Can I have this?"

     I really laughed as I looked at a nickel plated .380 with a black rubber grip handle. The gun looked menacing to me, yet she was talking about it being "cute." That cute gun could rearrange her face, but I let her feel how she felt.

     "That joint might have a body on it, but you can have it. Listen, if you serious about robbing your boyfriend, I hope you understand that I'm going to kill him?"

     I smiled as she finally looked  shocked.

     "Why do you have to kill him?"

     "I’m killing him to ensure your safety. A dead enemy is no threat, princess.  Since you are in these streets,  I know you think you know all that there is to know. You don't. You know all of his stash spots, and you plan on hitting all of them but you think he won’t suspect you? If he has enough money to cop the weight he is playing with getting your pretty face re-arranged by some bullets will be like him buying three pairs of Jordans. How often have you seen him buy three pairs of Jordans. He'll kill your ass even if he’s a soft ass dude. The streets would force him to kill you. Plus, he has a lot of money and powerful friends and eventually, it might come out and we'd get killed by some broke cat trying to come up. I think not. It's easier and safer to just kill him. You still want to do it?"

     "Yeah, I'm down. He gave me my last black eye I will ever have."

     I looked at her now with suspicious eyes. She recognized the look in my eyes, and busted out laughing!

     "Chris, if a dude is not authentic, will he be in your circle?"

     "Hell nah."

     "Alright, if you’re dealing with a cat that you thought was real, and then it comes out he's phony and he's getting money, wouldn't you get him?"

     I laughed, and then nodded “yes.” She laughed too as she sparked up a blunt.

     "So why is it when a woman sets up a dude she was dealing with, that she thought was authentic, but turned out to be a coward and he gets victimized she gets a cruddy rap? When an authentic Man exposes a fraud and takes what he wants he is glorified as keeping it 100. It really doesn’t make sense."

     I accepted the blunt and laid back and looked at her, thinking about her question.

     "I'll answer your question after you earn it."

     She smiled and unbuckled my belt, and snatched my jeans off of me. As I entered her mouth, our eye contact committed us to one another without any words needing to be said!

Chapter 12

     As I waited for Sajuan and Samantha to get home, I walked around his house as I gathered all of his stashes that Samantha had written down for me, and marveled at his “rich” spot. The Chambery sofa set, that I had just read about in a luxury furniture catalog, looked fine, so I whistled. That was over twenty five thousand right there. The sixty inch plasma TV that was screwed into the wall continued the big money theme. The huge seventy five gallon fish tank that covered the length of one wall was breath taking. It was a fresh water tank with Tetras, Guppies, Rasboras, Bettas and Mollies , with a reef that looked like it belonged in the sea somewhere.

His room was laid all the way out! He had a king size bed with a Gucci sheet/blanket set that looked tight. Though I was impressed, I didn’t lose focus as I filled up LV, Tumi, Dacati, and Briggs & Riley luggage bags with drugs, money, and jewelry. After I finished, I walked into his closet, and was stuck for a second. All I could do was look around, stunned. This cat was really doing it big. I began to take off my clothes, and started to try on new outfits.

     After stripping naked, I popped the tag off a pair of black Burberry boxer briefs that fit a little tight, which helped me out! I covered them with a pair of red and black Jordan shorts. I put on a matching Jordan tank top. I then popped tags off a pair of LV jeans that fit a little small, but that was the style now, so I was “in.” I put on a mean black and grey Valentino sweater. I threw on a LV belt and saw a pair of shoes that was in a case hanging on the wall; that caused me to freeze.

     I slowly took the case off of the wall, and slowly lifted the lid. I pulled out one of the shoes and burst out laughing. I had read in a Slam basketball magazine that Big Boi, the rapper, was given a pair of Air Force 1’s that cost fifty thou. The Nike logo was cast in gold and adorned with eleven carats worth of diamonds. The diamond casings were affixed to the shoes by gold stitching. I knew Big Boi put them on eBay for charity, and this cat copped them. They were a half size too big, but I put them on! I threw on a black LV jacket, and put on a brand new Black NY Yankees fitted, which was too big; but, the kids wore them like this, so I was in style!

     I took all of the bags and put them in a stolen Taurus. Then, I heated up a chicken plate that

Samantha had waiting for me in the microwave, and ate it while I played NBA 2k on Play Station 3 for the first time. A little after ten, Fatima called me to let me know that Samantha and Sajuan were on the way. I cocked the 9mm and rubbed the silencer, knowing that, with every murder, I was increasing my chances of being sent back on death row. I put my plate and fork in a back pack, and just sat in the dark thinking about how much more life was enjoyable out in the real world – versus being in prison on death row.

    When they walked into the house and headed straight toward me, my blood went ice cold. My fingers automatically tightened around the handle of the gun and the trigger. Samantha turned on the light and Sajuan, who was standing in front of her, stopped dead in his tracks and sized me up. The first thing that got his attention was the silencer on the gun. Silencers are not  common in the ‘hood, so I just smirked as he stared at it for a few seconds. Then his eyes slowly took in my outfit; when he got to the fifty thousand dollar Air’s, he spun around and punched Samantha in her mouth.

     He stood over her and hit her two more times. To my surprise, she hopped up and caught him with two nice shots to his chin. He rushed her, picked her up, and slammed her into the wall – knocking down that expensive ass TV. They were nose to nose, staring at one another.

     “This how you re-pay me bitch? I gave you everything, plus some. Just remember this, you can go to college, graduate, turn my money into legal dough, and become a success. But you will never measure up to your dope fiend mom who sucked my dick the first day I met you, by the way!”

     Samantha banged him right in his mouth. Blood began to drip from his split lip.

     “Fuck you, Sajuan. You think I don’t know my mom sucked your dick? Why do you think you got a dude behind you with a gun. Pay back is lovely. 2pac taught me that!”

     He licked the blood from his lip and smiled peevishly.

     “Nah, bitch. Fuck you. I never did this, but I now understand how Chris Brown had to feel!”

     Before I could start laughing, he hopped into his right hook, which crushed her jaw. He followed that up with a left hook that caused her to fly into the fireplace. She quickly grabbed a vase off the mantel, and broke it over his head. His adrenaline allowed him to eat right through that as he connected punches to her face that were too powerful for me to just watch any more. I crossed over to where they were in no time, and shot him in both of his knees. I handed her the gun. She readily accepted it.

     “Samantha, body that chump!”

     She looked at me and smirked as she pointed the gun at his face. They locked eyes for a few seconds before she began to put bullets right into his forehead. Then she turned my direction  pointing the gun at me. I backed up a couple of steps out of shock.

     “You a coward for allowing him to whip my ass like that.!  I should kill you then shoot him to make sure he is dead?”

     I locked eyes with her before stretching my arm out toward her.

     “ Give me my gun girl. You had to get fucked up so you can be a victim, too. Better a few blows than one hard one with this gun. Trust me on that. I’m going to take this body with me and dump it in the Patapsco River out by Columbia. Tell the pigs that the masked armed robbers took Sajuan with them. Hold your water and all will be well. Lay low for a few days before you come check me out, alright?”

     She handed me the gun and walked straight to a mirror. She looked at her reflection, then looked at me evilly. I pulled out my phone and called Redman. He answered on the first ring.      “Big Bro, you good?”

     “Yeah, that’s done. I’m going to go take him somewhere, and then go to the Columbia Mall and wait for you to come pick me up.”

     “Sounds like a plan. Big Bro. I’m leaving in a few minutes. We can go shopping in there.”

     “Cool.”

     “Where’s Samantha at? She good?”

     “Is she good? Of course, wifey is good. She got a few bruises, but she’s cool and paid.”

     As Redman laughed, Samantha and I were staring at one another in the eyes.

     “Alright ‘Lil Bro, I’ll holla when I get to the mall.”

     “Cool.”

     When I looked up after hanging up the phone, our eyes met. There was something in her eyes that wasn’t there a second ago. She smiled and walked toward me.

     “What you calling me wifey for? We just met, so I know you not feeling me like that.”

     I laughed as she entered my outstretched arms. I kissed all of her bruises and lumps, then looked into her eyes.

     “We don’t know one another like that. What I do know is that you’re my type. Sex is good. Head is good. You’re a gangster, and we committed a murder together. If that doesn’t solidify some type of relationship, nothing will. You wifey, or not?”

     She smiled and kissed me on my mouth. After the blood-tasting kiss, I got the body to the car and headed to the Patapsco River. As I arrived at the river I pulled over. There was enough time between cars to quickly snatched the body out and toss it over the bridge. I was happy to be in such good shape! I then made it to the mall in Columbia in a little less than thirty minutes. Though it was so close to Baltimore City, it was a whole world away.

     I met up with Redman and handed him ten thousand for him to go shopping. I had ten thousand, too. We had a ball with our blood money. Whoever said that crime doesn’t pay, never did it right!

Chapter 13

[THREE MONTHS LATER]

     We were driving a stolen Ford Focus – on our way to kidnap and kill the unsuspecting Elizabeth Abrams, whom Redman had booked off a dating website called Moco. She was a beautiful, light skinned woman who had a good job as a dentist, and who was loved by the community for the work that she did. I wondered if their opinion of her would change if they knew she was a complete freak. She thought she was accompanying Redman to a sex club to participate in a huge orgy. Little did she know that her bad karma was ready to catch up with her.

     I had sex with Elizabeth one time a few months before I was arrested and  kept it moving. The problem was that she had become obsessed, and called so much that I had to block every number she would call from. I didn't feel bad because I had been up front that I was only out to have fun, and she had said that she was with it. When my trial came around, there she was on the stand getting her twisted revenge. She testified that while she was my girlfriend, I forced her to have sex with me several times, and that I even beat her up a few times. She said she never reported the rapes because she loved me, and she said she was testifying because she felt that she had to help put me away for life so that I wouldn't get a chance to kill and rape again. My lawyer said that out of all the witnesses that testified against me her testimony was the most damaging by far.

     Every action has a reaction and I feel though my reaction is severe it is definitely justified so I feel good about this murder. She now lived in Cecil County as an upstanding citizen. I am glad to see how she has progressed in life. I’m also glad she is beloved in the community. This way I know she won’t be alone during her funeral. I also felt good about putting some distance between murders. (that is, we didn’t want to leave a “crime footprint” in just a limited geographic area) It was a perfect little town to violently kill and dump a white girl’s body. The attention to this crime will be purely distracting.

     We pulled up in front of her apartment building and beeped the horn. I peeked up from my covert position, which was on the floor under an itchy ass wool blanket, and shook my head. Her body was still off the chain, and she was aging like your typical black woman: her face still looked as young as ever! Her jeans and shirt looked like they had been air brushed on her. Her sexy, super high heels separated her from the typical woman. Redman sighed and shook his head.

     “Man she looks like an angel.”

     I looked at him with disgust in my eyes as I quickly got back into my covert position.

     “She was my beautiful angel before she hopped her ass onto that stand.  Now all I see when I look at her is a big puddle of blood.”

    She got into the car and her sweet smell filled the car. I heard them kissing. I slowly rose to see Redman kissing her with his eyes open. He tilted her neck towards me as he leaned away from her. I slowly put the rusty ass garrote I had been dying to use around her neck. Right before it touched her neck her eyes popped open, and ours locked. I smiled she jerked forward. The garrote sliced into her neck as I twisted it tighter and tighter. I felt the vibrations as I cut through veins and bones. The feeling of violent vengeance made a smile control my lips!

     I rose all the way up so I could look down into her eyes.

     “Yeah bitch! You put me on death row, but look who Karma has dying first! Make sure you suck on the words you said in my trial in hell!”

     As she continued to struggle, Redman pulled off quickly and inconspicuously. It was the longest two minutes of my life waiting for her to die. She struggled to the death with strength that I couldn’t believe. My entire body was covered in sweat and blood. Plus, my hands ached terribly. The mafia movies always made strangling somebody look easy. Trust me, the it is hard, and although all of the muscles in my hands and arms were on fire, the satisfaction of a fresh murder had me feeling euphoric! Even when her bowels let loose a couple of seconds before she took her last breath, the foul odor magnified the satisfaction I felt. I looked down at her wide-open, lifeless eyes, and smiled as I leaned forward and pushed her stank ass out of the car before any other cars showed up. I looked at Redman and smiled.

     “Let’s hit up Players Club at Wagons Wheel off of North Point Road. There’s some women in there that will make you forget anything that you were thinking about for the time you are in there. I promise you that.

     “That’s the plan, then after we burn this stank ass car.”

Chapter 14

     It was seven o’clock in the morning, and I had just gotten in from Players Club. We had had a ball, especially Redman. It cost me five hundred to have this white girl, who looked just like Jennifer Anniston with a banging body, take him into the VIP room, and she screwed his brains out! Meanwhile, I just got my drink on. The feeling of complete gratification for getting revenge had me in a good mood, so I got hundred dollar lap dances from all of the dancers.

      I was on our porch smoking this chocolate Dutch, excited and  ready to go in there and wake Samantha up the way she always loves me to. And yeah, I said “our” porch, as in Samantha and me. After the robbery, we had moved into an apartment two floors up from Redman, who had recently moved Fatima in with him. Sajuan’s stash definitely had the twelve kilos of raw coke and the ten pounds of purple that Samantha had said he had in there. Add that to two hundred and ninety four thousand, and you had to know that this meant that we were all the way on our feet!