Life After Death (8 page)

     He suddenly regained some energy and hopped up and screamed at the top of his lungs. I swung the gavel at the lower part of his jaw the hardest I could. The blow broke his jaw and halted any sound that was coming out of his mouth. As he held onto his jaw, with blood seeping through his fingers, I smiled sinisterly.

     “Why did you allow all of that faulty evidence into my trial? The jury was hung for eight hours. Why did you keep them in a room, forcing them to render a verdict which resulted in my conviction? Why did you deny my motion to have the DNA tested? What did I ever do to you that made you refuse to give me a fair trial? I am here to seek vengeance for myself and others for your twisted sense of justice. Fuck you your Honor!”

I began to crush his face with the gavel. This was real street justice. Finally, he fell to the floor on his stomach. I kicked him in his ribs until he turned onto his back. I instantly straddled his chest, pinned his arms down with my knees, and continued to crush his face until I could not swing my arm any more. When I looked up, Redman was staring at me with a crooked smirk on his face. Bon Jovi’s Bad Medicine finally broke through my zone I was in and I began to nod my head.

     “That’s the real way you catch a body big brother. Up close and very personal. Take them clothes off and put your new outfit on.”

     Once I was naked, he took off my Gucci back pack that I had him wear and handed me a pack of baby wipes. I wiped off every drop of blood that I saw on me before swiftly getting dressed. He pulled out a two liter glass root beer bottle that was filled with gasoline and that had a Versace handkerchief hanging out of it. He handed it to me, and pulled out another one. We both lit our scarfs at the same time, and threw them down into the basement and closed the door. As we walked out the back door, the vibrations from the cocktails exploding shook us – though they did not cause us to speed up. We got to the car and didn’t relax until we were ten minutes away from the murder scene.

     We arrived back at the hotel and I knocked on the door. Samantha and Fatima both appeared in the doorway to greet us; relief was written all over their faces. Samantha pulled me inside and led me to the bathroom, where she stripped me naked. As she fixed the water exactly like she knew I wanted it, I smiled and sang along with the best of Jodeci. Her smile disappeared when I stepped into the tub and the water touched my body – turning the water in the tub pink.

     I watched her silently as she stared at the blood tainted water. She knew it was blood and she still got in and began to wash me up like I knew she would. As I rubbed on her stomach, marveling at the fact that it was getting bigger because our baby was being allowed by God to grow, the guilt of killing people came down on me quickly and heavily. Tears ran swiftly down my face, but Samantha was there to lick them away. For the first time in my life, I felt the need to cry so I just let go.

     Tears also fell because of the death of my parents. In addition, tears fell because of all of the inhumane bullshit that I had had to endure while in prison on death row: not only the fact that the justice system had taken years from me that I could never get back, but also the fact that the freedom I had desired for so long was once again gone. I sank to my knees, put my face on her stomach, and just allowed my tear ducts to empty. Samantha sank down on her knees too, lifted my head, and stared deep into my eyes.

     “Please tell me this killing shit is over so we can move forward and raise this little girl while we travel!”

     I looked her deep in her eyes.

     “When did you find out we were having a girl?”

     “When you was out selling drugs and killing people.”

     Our eyes met, and the passion that had been in our eyes just a second ago had been replaced by fury. I quickly calmed down because she had the right to be upset, and because I always had hated it when a person who had done something deserving ill feelings, got mad when the recipient actually felt what his/her actions called for. So, I looked in her eyes and smiled before staring and kissing her stomach.

     “I love you princess. Daddy is letting the past go, and I’m embracing our future.”

     I looked back into her eyes.

     “I’ll stop my vengeance murders, but only if you marry me!”

     I reached into my pants pockets and pulled out an engagement ring that had been created by Fred Leighton – a ten carat monster that had cost me a cool million.  Crime does pay. They just don’t tell you what you have to sacrifice for that money. She grabbed my face with both of her hands, and stuck her tongue deep into my mouth. She said “yes” while our tongues were dancing together.

Chapter 25

     Redman grumbled as he rolled over to grab his lo ringing phone. He looked at the clock and started to curse as he read 5:45 am. His voice began to rise when he looked at the caller ID and saw the number. He walked out on the patio, sparked up a Newport, and pressed

talk.

     “Run your mouth, Mr. Policeman.”

      Captain Reid took a long swig of his wild Turkey.

     “You motherfuckers made me happy when you disappeared forcing the investigation to come to a screeching halt. While the investigation will never be fully closed, no evidence means no arrest. As long as the murders don’t fucking continue, we won’t have to bring in the FEDS. Now, you bright motherfuckers have started the shit storm back up. A GAVEL? A FUCKING ACRYLIC GAVEL! A BLOOD COVERED ACRYLIC GAVEL! WHAT IS THIS , SOME HOLLYWOOD SHIT? HOW OBVIOUS IS HE TRYING TO BE? Don’t you motherfuckers think that we have everybody that had anything to do with his case on a watch list? You got lucky with the Judge only because his extra curricular activities caused us not to place him under surveillance. He chose to forgo the surveillance and went and purchased a  Glock .40. I guess he was too busy to use it on you fucking murderers! You motherfuckers just made Miami hotter than what it already was.” We are going for your brother. We want him Dead or Alive. If you know where he is, turn him in. The reward for his arrest is two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”

     Redman snatched the phone away from his ears and started to laugh as he made a mental picture of what the dick head cop looked like while he was yelling at the top of his lungs. He chuckled some more and wiped sleep out of his eyes as he stared at the beauty of the North Atlantic Sea in the dark. Fatima came outside with a lit blunt hanging from her mouth, and laid his robe over his shoulders before she took a deep hit of the blunt and then put it in his mouth. She kissed him on his forehead as smoke flowed from her nose before she headed back inside. He took a huge hit of the blunt, and then put the phone back to his ear.

     “Listen man, it’s over. You will never hear about us unless y’all bother us. And, you won’t ever be able to call this number again, so go kill yourself or something.”

     Without hanging up the phone, Redman backed up from the patio and suddenly jumped toward it as he threw the phone with all his might into the beautiful ocean. When he thought it had reached the water, he turned toward the door and quickly walked into the room. He walked with purpose until he got to the doorway – from which he watched naked Fatima laying in bed, playing with herself. He went over to her, spread her legs, and pushed his face deep into her.

     While his mouth was inside of her, he dug in his pocket, and slyly pulled out a ring box.

Fatima was so caught up with how his mouth had her entire body feeling, that she didn’t feel the box on top of her breast. She did see it when she opened her eyes so she could watch her man . She quickly picked up the box and screamed when she saw the ten carat engagement ring. He raised his head and looked her straight in her eyes.

     “Will you marry me and be my lover, best friend, confidant, shrink, and my wifey?”

     As she put the ring on, she matched his intense gaze.

     “In my mind, we already married, but we’ll go ahead and make it official.”

     He shook his head and smiled.

     “We definitely already as official as any married couple in the world.”

     As his face slammed back into her, he was thinking that he hoped that she and

Samantha wouldn’t mind having matching engagement rings.

Chapter 26

     Four hours later, they were on a yacht headed over the shark infested waters going toward Cuba. Chris went to the bottom of the boat and turned on his laptop. Ten minutes later, a picture of Pamela Holland filled his entire screen. She was one of the grand jurors and he could only smile that she now lived in Cuba. He knew he now had to murder by himself and in secrecy from everybody. He put the address into his phone and walked back upstairs to join everybody – knowing that he could no longer kill in the United States.

THE END