“I’m about to cum! I’m cummin’,” Trill yelled out, as he grabbed Sunni’s hips and pulled them toward him. Upon hearing that Sunni threw her hips back and forth into it like never before. She wasn’t about to let him get his off without her.
“I’m cummin’ with you,” Sunni moaned as her juices flowed down on Trill’s stomach.
Trill smiled as Sunni collapsed on top of him.
After thirty minutes of laying in each other’s arms, Sunni got up to use the bathroom, but never bothered to turn on the light. Just when she was about to flush the toilet, she heard Trill yell.
“What da? How da fuck did y’all get up in here?” Trill screeched. He hoped that Sunni would be smart enough to hide or get out of the house.
“It’s time to pay up,” Lee said. “Where the fuck is yo’ bitch?”
“She gone to work,” Trill lied. “She left about an hour ago.” Good thing Sunni’s car wasn’t outside. She had loaned it to Cher earlier that day.
“You kill my family, I kill your family,” Diego chimed in with rage as smoke came through teeth that were clenching a cigar.
Hearing Diego’s voice made Sunni cringe. Her first thought was to go out there shooting, but her gun was in the nightstand drawer.
“You kill my family, my workers, take my money and my drugs, you fucking cockaroach,” Diego hissed, before putting his cigar out on Trill’s leg.
“Aaahhg!” Trill yelled out as Diego twisted the burning cigar down deep into his flesh.
Diego then pulled out a pair of brass knuckles and hit Trill across the face, breaking his jaw.
“It’s an eye for an eye,” Diego said. “You can decide how long you live before I put you out your misery.” Diego ordered Lee and the two other goons that were with him to beat Trill down with a crowbar.
“Where my money at?” Diego shouted.
“I don’t know what you talking about,” Trill moaned as blood seeped from the side of his mouth.
Lee started singing “Precious Lord, take my hand” before admitting, “Your ho told everything, but she didn’t know where the money was.”
Trill still didn’t say anything. Sunni could tell that he was stunned by what Lee had just said. Sunni vowed, whether Trill lived or not, that she was going to make Precious pay.
The beatings continued but Trill took it like a man. As Sunni listened to the torture, tears flowed from her eyes. She wanted to cry out but she couldn’t; her hands were invisibly tied and there was nothing she could do. She prayed that they wouldn’t kill him. Now that she had finally found love, it was about to be snatched away from her. Agonizing pains shot through her stomach as she helplessly listened to her man tiptoe through the valley of the shadow of death.
“I got something that will make him talk, Boss.” Lee smirked.
“Take him to the garage,” Diego demanded. “Do what you have to do there.”
Sunni felt like she was the one condemned to death. As they carried Trill to the garage, Diego grabbed a towel and Sunni’s yellow mop bucket from out of the kitchen. Diego pulled out his dick and pissed in the bucket and passed the bucket to everyone else to do the same.
“Where my money?” Diego asked.
“Boss, you want us to look around here?” Ricardo asked.
“No,” Diego firmly answered with a clenched jaw before they all went into the garage, “he’s gonna tell us.”
Once Sunni knew they were in the garage, she quietly slipped on some sweats, a jacket and a pair of shoes. She grabbed Trill’s cell phone along with hers. She crept out of the front door and then hauled ass to her neighbor’s house but her neighbor wouldn’t answer. Trill’s cell phone rang, startling her. Noc-Noc’s name showed up on the Caller ID. Trill had already introduced her to his cousin before. Sunni answered the phone and told Noc-Noc exactly what was going down.
Noc-Noc instructed Sunni not to call the police and swore that he’d take care of everything. He was in the area already, and would be over there in a few minutes.
“I love him so much,” Sunni found herself saying to Noc-Noc. “I have to get him help. I have to!”
“I’m the closest to him and I promise you I’ma handle everything,” Noc-Noc assured her.
“I have to call an ambulance to try to revive him,” she cried, “I just have to.”
“Okay, go ahead and call the ambulance, but listen, Sunni, you stay where you’re at. These guys ain’t playin’ fair. Make the call and I’ma call you right back. Tell them that someone tried to rob your boyfriend. But don’t go back near the house.”
Sunni hung up with Noc-Noc and did just as he had told her to. She called from her cell phone as she stayed out of sight, hidden in the bushes.
In the garage, Diego and his team continued to torture Trill. They covered his mouth with a towel and poured the urine on it until it was totally saturated. Diego knew just how much time to leave it before it would start to fill Trill’s lungs with the acrid liquid. Trill never uttered a word. Diego had Lee punch Trill in the stomach to stop him from drowning. It wasn’t time for him to die just yet.
“You Americans.” Diego laughed. “You Americans, you cockaroaches would die over pennies. You dumb. You have no honor.”
“Suck my dick, you Jafakcan, banana-eating motherfucker!” Trill managed to get out through his swollen mouth.
“Finish him off. Cut his vocal cords,” Diego instructed Lee, handing him a pearl-handled hunting knife.
Lee took the knife, looked to Diego, who gave him a confirmation nod, and then looked down at Trill.
Trill never begged for his life. Instead he stared Lee right in the eyes as he felt the blade cross his throat.
Once Sunni saw the Suburban shuttling Diego and his crew past her hiding spot, she ran back to the house. She was running as fast as she ever ran in her life. She saw Trill in her garage, lifeless. She ran over to him and cried with him in her arms.
“Oh God!” she cried out. “I love you, baby. I love you!”
She felt lifeless herself, as she sat with him. The thought of killing herself crossed her mind, like some ghetto Romeo and Juliet, but instead she screamed out, “Why him?”