Chapter Fourteen

Petie had just come in from therapy and was watching the news. Renee had gone out again this morning and he was starting to wonder about where she was spending her time. Ever since he came home from the hospital he noticed that she went out every morning at the same time. The only time she stayed home was on weekends. He wondered if it was always like that or because he wasn’t the same. Petie wasn’t usually home in the morning, so he didn’t know if this was something new or if she had been doing it. Ladelle called him last night and said he would drop by after his therapy. Shit just wasn’t the same.

Petie’s speech was getting better and his memory was coming back little by little. He felt like some type of weirdo. It took him a long time to get his thoughts together and he couldn’t concentrate like he used to. Those young bloods had done him dirty. He couldn’t wait until he got back to his normal self. The doctor told him his condition wasn’t permanent and that he’d be normal again, as long as he kept up his therapy.

Petie turned off the news and tried to remember the face of the nigga who had pulled out on him. That was the last thing he remembered. That nigga would be the first one he got at.

Renee’s lover had his face buried so deep in her black box that she thought he was going to suffocate. She arched her back, as her spasms came quick and long. He began kissing his way up her thighs now and playing with her nipples. She wanted to suck his dick. She loved sucking his dick, especially right before he entered her. She told him to stand up on the side of the bed and put one leg up on the mattress. He was rock hard and his balls were dangling between his legs. She tickled his balls with the tip of her tongue and pulled on his hairs with her teeth. Then she turned him around and spread his cheeks and started licking his asshole. He liked that shit. Renee put her face in his ass and began sucking his asshole until his knees buckled. She turned him back around and ran her tongue along his dick as if she were eating an icecream cone. Renee deep-throated him until his head was at the back of her throat. She sucked it like a Tootsie Roll Pop until she tasted his pre-cum. He lay on his back and Renee got on top and straddled him. He gripped her ass and spread her cheeks, putting his finger in her booty hole. She leaned forward and he put her titty in his mouth. He finger-fucked her ass until she couldn’t take it anymore....she busted off, slid down between his legs and sucked him some more. She then turned around doggy style and he beat himself on her cheeks. Facing him again now, she sucked and licked him until he exploded on her chest. She rubbed his milk against her breasts and lay down, never once thinking about Petie. Her lover was the only thing on her mind the whole time, and being home before the kids came from school was all the mattered.

Giselle went into the bank and asked about opening an account. She really just wanted to see if Venus was there—she was. Giselle left the bank and waited across the street. Finally, Venus came out and went to a coffee stand near the bank. Giselle walked across the street to the stand and stood behind her. When Venus turned around, she snuffed her with the razor that was between her index and middle fingers. The Arabian man who owned the stand stared in disbelief.

Giselle went to the corner and caught a cab, not caring whether or not anyone had identified her. Everything in her world had fallen apart. Her uncle Petie was like some kind of vegetable, and Lou, who was like an uncle to her, was now buried. On top of all that, Porscha had started shooting dope again, so fuck that. Nothing mattered to her anymore, and as soon as she dealt with Share, she was going to head down south and lay low. But first she had one more thing to do before she bounced.

Share was on her way to the post office when BJ called her from Harlem Hospital and told her that Venus had been attacked. He told her everything he knew and that the police had a description of the female suspect. He waited while Venus was being stitched up, and he was a mess by the time Share arrived. Share had never seen him like this before, and she asked if maybe this was the result of the shootout. She knew Giselle was Petie’s niece, and from the description BJ gave, it sounded like it was her who had cut Venus. Share decided to go to the police. Fuck that; her friend was getting stitches in her face and she knew she’d be next. Oh, hell no! She had a license to carry a weapon and she would start packing it. A bitch wanna run around with razors...okay. She better pray that her razor can stop bullets, she thought.

Ladelle picked Darnell and Dante up from school and took them to get some Haagen Daz’s ice cream. They ate it on sugar cones with sprinkles on top. Petie was sitting outside in the truck playing music when they pulled up. Ladelle took Darnell and Dante inside and came back outside to get in the truck with Petie. They talked for a little while before Petie went inside the house.

Renee was telling the kids to take off their school clothes and get ready to do their homework. Petie noticed that she was in a good mood and he wondered if she was cheating on him; she was just a little too carefree, and she hadn’t given him any pussy since way before he went into the hospital. He couldn’t even remember the last time he fucked her.

Petie sat at the table with his little men and watched them do their homework. They had been so helpful since he came home...at least they weren’t acting any differently toward him. They knew their father would be back to his old self in no time.

Share pulled up to the front of her brownstone. She and Will had decided to stay back uptown. She noticed the Durango parked not too far away, so he was already there. She backed into the parking spot and grabbed her briefcase from off the back seat. She didn’t see Giselle coming toward her from across the street, and when she dropped her keys and bent down to pick them up, Giselle kicked her to the ground. Share had a Timberland boot print on her Armani suit, and before she could get up, Giselle began kicking her in the face. Share reached up and punched Giselle in the jaw and then managed to bite her on the ankle. When Giselle bent down to release her ankle from Share’s grip, Share hit her square in the nose. Giselle stumbled, trying to focus after getting what felt like a head butt. Share was on her feet now. She kicked off her heels and threw up her hands. ”Bring it, bitch. Let me see what you got, you dildo-wearin’ bitch!” Share was in a boxing stance. Giselle wasn’t aware of the fact that Share had practiced kickboxing in her early twenties and had skills. She charged Share and tried to take her off her feet. Share kicked Giselle and stepped back to regain her balance. Giselle began yelling and cursing at Share. Her nose was still hurting, and she bent down and threw dirt in Share’s eyes.

All the commotion downstairs made Will go to the window. He saw Giselle pulling out a razor. Share raised her arm to protect her face and the razor cut her suit. She could see blood coming through her sleeve. She managed to duck and miss Giselle’s next attempt to cut her face. Will came flying out the door and bum-rushed Giselle. They both landed on the ground, and the razor flew out of Giselle’s hand. Share grabbed her bag and pulled a .22 out on Giselle. Will got to his feet and yanked Giselle up by the throat. Giselle snuffed him, catching him on the side of his head. He stumbled and she hit him again. Will body-slammed her to the ground and then walked toward Share to take the pistol from her. Her hand was shaking violently, and he didn’t want her to pull the trigger by accident.

Will never saw Giselle when she got up to go and get her razor, which was a few feet away. She then came up behind him and sliced him across the back of his head. Suddenly two shots rang out. Giselle grabbed her stomach and collapsed to the ground, falling backwards. Share dropped the gun and fell to her knees crying. Giselle was now struggling to say something and Will, holding his head, turned around and bent down to listen to her closely as Share dialed 9-1-1 on her cell phone. ”Die, you bitch,” Giselle finally managed to spit out.

Will stood up straight and stared hatefully at her. ”You die first, you wannabe nigga,” he said before kicking her in the face and watching the blood gush out of her nose.