“Where the fuck you think you going?” Big Joe growled up at Monique from his spot on the sofa where he sipped straight from a bottle of Peach Ciroc. Feet thrown up on the coffee table, as he watched Jordan square off with Bird on ESPN Classic.
“I’m going out. Why? You just drug yo ass up in here at six thirty this morning, and you got the nerve to ask me where I’m going? Nigga please!”
Considering his size, Big Joe shot to his feet with lightening quick speed! “You better watch your tone of voice bitch! You my bitch, I aint yours. So, don’t worry about how I do what I do. You just keep yo motherfuckin ass in line!” Big Joe was six feet four, three hundred and twenty pounds. He earned the name “Big” Joe, probably around the age of ten or eleven. By the time he’d reached 5th grade, he was already almost six feet and weighed over two hundred pounds. There was three Josephs in a class of thirty - six students. He, for obvious reasons, was referred to as “Big” Joseph. Now here, two decades later, he stood with fury in his eyes, staring down at Monique.
“Fuck that shit you talking nigga, I’m outta here!” Monique reached for her Louis Vuitton handbag seemingly unfazed by Big Joes deranged look. “SMACK!!! The backhand caught Monique right up under her bottom lip as she attempted to walk past Big Joe! When she awakened three or four minutes later, it took her another thirty to forty - five seconds to figure out where she was, and that she’d been smacked unconscious. The taste of warm blood invaded her mouth, as her blurred vision came into focus on the figure sitting calmly in front of her.
“Bitch, if you ever get your fucking nerve up again to tell me when and where you going instead of asking, by the time I get through whooping yo funky black tar baby ass, bitch you won’t look worth going to a fucking funeral!” BOOF!!! A solid boot to the face sent her right back into darkness.
Monique was born and raised in Savannah, Georgia. At 18 years of age she’d departed from Savannah and come to Durham to attend Duke University, on a full scholarship majoring in Medical Science. Her upbringing was good, although eventually she’d fallen victim to the disadvantages that too often come along with living in a single parent home. Her mother, a beautician by trade, had lost her husband, Monique’s father, to the Georgia State Penitentiary just before Monique was born. He killed the boyfriend of his mistress, or his whore as Monique’s mother Judy called her, late one Sunday evening. Eleven months later he was stabbed to death in a prison riot. Judy never shed a tear. She’d all cried out long before that. She never told Monique anything about her father. Monique never asked. It was always just her and her mama. She knew and understood that well. Unfortunately, in Monique’s sophomore year of high school, Judy had somehow let herself fall victim to the nickel slick bullshit of a petty hustler named Buddy. Monique didn’t mind her mother dating Buddy, because he was always respectful and seemed to make her mother happy. Which was all she really cared about. The problem was, everybody in Savannah knew Buddy was nothing more than a low budget, do bad, wannabe drug dealer. He smoked more crack than he sold. In Judy he saw an endless supply of crack. All he had to do was turn her out. Judy whom had only smoked marijuana twice in her entire thirty- four years of living, began to do so on a regular basis with Buddy, because of his insistence that it intensified their lovemaking. After a while, Buddy began lacing the weed with crack. From there, shit went all downhill for Judy. Judy was no fool, and knew that Buddy had been adding a little something to their joints, but figured it couldn’t be that bad if the was doing it too. It had been so long since she had a man, thinking she had a good one, she didn’t want to lose him for acting immature. Six months later, Judy no longer worked, and depended on Buddy for everything. Including the crack, she now smoked daily from a glass pipe. Buddy was no longer the attentive caring man she’d first met. Now he just smoked crack, and brought men, sometimes as many as ten to twelve a day, over to her house to have sex with Judy for money or drugs. Judy’s only pay was a steady supply of crack to smoke. Her once sharp and vivid mind had rapidly deteriorated into a ghost of its form self. Monique was crushed beyond words when she found out about her mother’s addiction. Her mother was always so smart and mindful when it came to men. In fact, it was because of her mother’s uncut insight and description as to just how treacherous and deceitful men were, that Monique was still a virgin. Of course, she liked boys just like any other teenage high school girl. But fucking was out of the question! She intended to save herself for marriage, and only after she graduated from college. Monique was the spitting image of her mother. Five feet four inches tall, smooth ebony brown skin, light brown eyes that seemed to hypnotize, and what most cats would call, the best of both worlds; breasts like ripe cantaloupes, and an ass that made most chics her age hate her. She socialized in school and always got top grades. She also participated in all school functions. She was what you would call, a beautiful nerd. Her only true and best friend though, was her mother. To look at her mother now was crushing her heart. She was easily thirty pounds underweight, her once bright and sunny eyes were now sunken and sad. Her hair was unkempt and her clothes looked dingy and dirty. Monique hated her for what she’d allowed herself to become. She hated Buddy much, much worse for playing devil’s advocate to her mother’s continuous demise. Monique saw the way Buddy looked at her. She hated him. It was the same way he used to look at her mother. Lately he’d been stopping by less though, and Monique prayed it was a sign of his departure so that she could somehow nurse her mother back to sanity. Although Monique was a schoolbook nerd, at the same time she was street smart. Growing up an only child had taught her toughness, but never had it prepared her for anything like this. Their once humble and happy abode, had transformed right before her eyes into a crack den!
“How many times I gotta tell you ma? I aint got no money!” Monique told her mother for what seemed like the hundredth time, one Friday night after her band practice. “Come on Nique, I know you got something. Loan your mama a couple dollars baby.” Judy whined and pleaded.
“Ma why don’t you let me help you get off that stuff? We can find you help ma please.”
“Get help for what Nique? I aint doing nothing.
“Mama look at you!” Monique could no longer hold back the tears that flowed like a river down her cheeks. “You a crackhead ma! You skinny, you musty, and you look like the walking dead! Where is our TV ma! Where is my gold name bracelet! Where is our furniture! You smoked our damn furniture ma!”
“Shut up!” Judy screamed, tears exploding from her eyes now also. “I said I aint doing nothing!” Before Monique could give her rebuttal, there was a knock at the front door. Judy jumped up as if she’d been struck by lightening, stumbling while racing to the door, praying it was somebody with a hit! Monique watched angrily as Buddy and two dingy clothed white men entered the house. “Hey baby! I been waiting for you!” Judy squealed with glee, thinking of the crack that Buddy would have. She saw the two white men and knew that they wanted some kind of sex. Whether they wanted head, pussy, ass, or anything else, she could have cared less, and was willing to do whatever they wanted. All she cared about was that she knew she was gonna get to smoke some rock! Monique sat down in the kitchen and looked on in disgust.
“Hey Buddy, I know you don’t think I’m bout to pay you fifty dollars for this broke down thing. She looks like death warmed over.” The white man with the huge gut and cowboy boots complained. His skinny pimple faced friend agreed.
“Now wait a minute Jesse. You looking at the best head in Georgia right there.” Buddy responded seeing his one hundred-dollar come up quickly disappearing.
“I can make you cum real good mister. Anything you want.” It was Judy’s turn to make her plea now, frightened of missing out on the rock she knew Buddy had for her.
“Thanks, but no thanks. I asked for something black and sweet, and no offense honey, but you look like your sweetness done turned sour.”
“What about her?” Skinny pimple face butted in, pointing at Monique.
“I don’t own her. I own this one here Bob. I think she’s still a virgin anyway.”
“A virgin! I’ll give you a thousand dollars to break her in!” Bob shouted as he all but drooled with a devilish grin.
“What the hell you mean you gonna pay a thousand dollars for me pig! You couldn’t pay me a million dollars to lay with your stinkin ass!” Monique jumped to her feet, furious that she was being bid on.
“Wait a minute baby. It won’t be so bad. You gotta lose your virginity someday. It might as well be to one of these good white men,” Judy approached her daughter, pleading for her help.
“Mama listen to you! You would sell me, your only child, to these rednecks just so you can smoke that shit? I hate you! I hate you!” Monique screamed at her mother and ran out of the house forever. From there, she moved into a shelter for battered young women until the end of the school year. Four months later, she was headed for Durham, N.C., to attend Duke School of Medicine.
College life was a new and refreshing experience for Monique. Her roommate was a beautiful Iranian girl named Archaya, though everyone just called her Archie. Monique and Archie were both freshman, and were thoroughly enjoying finally being out on their own. There were always parties and lots of clubs to go to, and Archie’s boyfriend Muhammed, who was also Iranian, seemed to know everybody. Even though Muhammed was Iranian, he dressed, walked, and talked like he’d just stepped off the set of the latest rap video. Iced out chain, Timberlands and the whole nine. Muhammed professed that his family owned oil back in Iran, so he always had lots of money and didn’t mind splurging on everybody. Duke was a constant party, so Muhammed had plenty of opportunities to throw his families money around. Monique met lots of lust thirsty guys at school and out on the town, but was always up front about her virginity and her refusal to let go of it until after marriage. This revelation ran most cats away almost instantly. The few who did stick around to try and “break her down,” would soon find out two things. One, they weren’t getting any sex, and two, their game wasn’t as tight as they thought. Monique was focused on her classes and reaching her goals. The rest could wait until later. But as fate would have it, she would soon learn that grass was not always greener on the other side. Six months into her freshman year, Monique found herself in the Durham County Magistrates Office, charged with Trafficking in Heroin by Possession. As it turned out, Muhammed’s family wasn’t oil rich in Iran. But he did have a heroin connect straight out of Afghanistan. He supplied Muhammed with the best dope in the states, at a price that couldn’t be matched. His popularity it seemed, came from his A-1 heroin and rock bottom prices. Unfortunately for Monique, tonight while she lay sleeping in the dorm room, Durham’s infamous “Heat Team,” a notorious police unit known for making large drug busts, had come crashing into her place of rest, guns drawn yelling and screaming! “Get down! Get down!” They yelled as they roughly snatched a frightened Monique from her bed, handcuffed her and threw her to the floor. Immediately they began to tear the place apart. Earlier surveillance they’d been keeping on Muhammed for the past three months, led them to believe there was heroin inside the dorm room. A long and thorough search, uncovered a little over fourteen and a half ounces of uncut heroin. The dope was found sewn up inside Archie’s mattress. The cops knew the heroin wasn’t Monique’s but charged her just the same. Even though they didn’t actually intend to prosecute, they thought it might draw Muhammed out and make him claim his drugs. Hysterical and sobbing uncontrollably, Monique continued to plead with the Heat Teams captain. She knew nothing about the drugs, or where Muhammed had got them. The whereabouts of he and Archie, she honestly didn’t know. All these things the detectives asked her, and to none she knew the answer. Monique was simply a pawn in a game she knew nothing about. Just like anyone else arrested, Monique was allowed access to a phone after receiving her twenty - five thousand dollar, cash bond. The only people she really knew were Archie and Muhammed. Dialing Archie’s cell phone, Monique was overjoyed when Archie picked up on the second ring.
“Hello?”
“Archie! Oh my god! The police raided our room and found some heroin! They say its Muhammed’s and…” CLICK! “Hello? Hello!” Archie had hung up. Redialing the number only proved to be heart wrenching, when she heard Archie answer on the other end and say…. “You’ve got the wrong number. Don’t call this number any more.” CLICK!!! Monique was distraught! How could this bullshit possibly be happening to her? She’d studied hard, said her prayers every night, yet she was in a horrible nightmare and just couldn’t wake up!
“Mam, if you’re not making bond then we need to get you fitted for a jumpsuit so we can get you upstairs to the jail.” The female jailer approached Monique as she lay shaking and crying on the floor.
“Oh my God! Please! I didn’t do anything! I swear that stuff wasn’t mine!” Monique’s pleas fell on deaf ears as the two jailers snatched her up from the floor.
“Mam, all I know is that your bond is twenty - five thousand cash. If you don’t have it, you’ll have to tell it to the judge. Our job is to get you dressed and upstairs to a cell.”
Big Joe, was down at the magistrate’s office bailing out his homeboy Gweedo; on a Possession of a Firearm by A Convicted Felon charge, when he saw Monique being dragged, kicking and screaming to the back of the jail. He remembered her beautiful face clearly, as the sweet Mahogany skinned girl who hung out with Archie and Muhammed. Joe copped his dope from Muhammed, and wondered what the girl was doing at the jail.
“Ay yo jailer! Jailer!” Big Joe screamed through the glass that separated the people whom were being booked in to the jail, and the ones who were trying to bail them out. The two female jailers stopped dragging Monique for a brief second, just to see what all the commotion was. “Ay yo, bring shorty over here I need to holla at her.”
“She’s on her way upstairs sir. Unless you’re making her bond. Are you making her bond? It’s twenty - five thousand dollars. Cash.” The female jailer who looked more like a man, smirked sarcastically. Anyone with two good eyes could see that she was a lesbian who wanted to be a man badly.
“Yeah I might just do that. Now could you please bring her over here? Sir,” Big Joe answered back sarcastically.
“You got five minutes “slim,” and she’s going upstairs.” The jailer smirked once again as she took Monique over to the glass and walked away.
|“Yo shorty, what the hell you doing down here? You don’t look like the criminal minded type to me.” Big Joe questioned Monique as soon as the jailer was out of earshot.
“Oh god! I don’t know! I go to Duke, and tonight they busted into my dorm room and found fourteen ounces of heroin! I aint never touched no drugs in my life!” Monique screamed hysterically! “Oh no! I can’t lose my scholarship!”
“Calm down shorty, we gonna figure something out.” Joe could already envision himself between the thick chocolate thighs of the young tender. Hell, the twenty - five stacks wouldn’t be shit to him, he made that in a day sometimes. The dope game was good to him. But shorty didn’t know that, and if he sprung her, she’d forever be in his debt. “So, who was in the room with you?”
“Nobody! My roommate Archie was gone with her boyfriend! I tried to call her and explain what happened, but she hung up on me twice and told me not to call her number anymore! What am I gonna do?”
It all came together quickly for Big Joe. On numerous occasions Muhammed had instructed Joe to meet him either on, or around Duke Campus. His girlfriend’s room must have been a stash spot, and this chic right here had just gotten caught up in the bullshit that hit the fan. Guilty by association. Even though Big Joe wasn’t shit most times, he was what you could call a black racist. The thought of the foreigners leaving this young black girl for dead to wear their charges, pissed him the fuck off. “Hold on for a second,” Joe told Monique as he stood, turned his back and dialed Muhammed’s number. Even if Muhammed was hiding out, Big Joe knew he’d answer, thinking Joe was ready to cop.
“Yo, what’s up?” Just as Joe suspected, Muhammed picked up on the first ring.
“What’s up my nigga? What’s the verdict?” Big Joe asked calmly, using their code for him needing some work.
“Everything good big dog. You gotta give me an hour or so though. One of my spots got hit tonight so I gotta go scoop up something. Whatever you need I’ll knock the price down some for the delay,”
Big Joe played dumb. He wanted to see how Muhammed was gonna handle shorty. “Yeah I was just about to ask you about that homie. You know my nigga Gweedo just made bond on that gun charge. He said it was some chic down there in the magistrate’s office going crazy, saying she was your girl’s roommate and that their dorm room got hit by them boys.
“Man fuck that square ass bitch. She didn’t have no problems when I was spending my money and getting her up in all the fly ass spots. She was in the room, so that was her shit. I gotta keep it movin bru. It’s too much money for us to make out here for me to be locked up for some shit I didn’t even get caught with myself. Feel me dog?”
“Yeah, I feel you bru.” Big Joe lied. He was furious. “So how long you say the wait was gonna be?”
“Give me till about 11:30 and hit me back. Its 9:45 now. I got some new shit I’m gonna hit you with, that can take a five and still have cats sucking they own dicks nodding.”
“Aight dog 11:30. Peace. Yo mister.” Big Joe yelled over at the female guard with a smirk as he ended his call. “Get her paperwork ready. My lawyer on the way with the money now.”
The police wasted no time, informing Monique that she was banned from the school premises, per Duke University. In the blink of an eye her worst fear had come to pass. Her scholarship was no more. The only people she actually considered herself knowing in Durham, were Archie and Muhammed. Anyone else she’d met were simply passers by. Reluctantly she accepted Big Joe’s offer to stay at his crib until things blew over. With thirteen dollars to her name and only the clothes she had on her back, she didn’t have much of a choice.
It was slightly after midnight when Joe dropped Monique at his house and finally got the chance to call Muhammed and tell him that he was on the way. “Yo bru, I’m ready where you at?”
“I’m at the Marriott Hotel, downtown Big dog. Room 681. Just come on up its cool.” Muhammed answered quickly, thinking about the money he’d just lost in the raid, and how eager he was to make some of it back.
“Aight, give me ten minutes.” Big Joe looked over at his partner. “Kenny, you ready?” Kenny’s only response was to ratchet a bullet into the chamber of his nine-millimeter, pull his fitted hat down low, and his hood up over his head. It was all the response that Big Joe needed. Fifteen minutes later, Big Joe pulled up and parked around the corner from the hotel. If the hotel had cameras on the outside, he didn’t want them capturing images of his vehicle. Walking the short distance to the hotel, he and Kenny waited another ten minutes before someone eventually walked out the side entrance, allowing them to slide in undetected. To not be seen by the desk clerk was also a plus. Taking the stairs two at a time, they reached the sixth floor and found room 681. Knock…knock…knock… Big Joe tapped the door. A few seconds later, Muhammed answered the door grinning from ear to ear, wearing Carolina blue sweat shorts and a wife beater to match. His long curly hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and his diamond filled Jesus piece almost blinded them as he stepped aside to let them in.
“What’s up my niggas? Yall come on in.” Big Joe always wanted at least a half an ounce of dope, but Muhammed was hoping that tonight he wanted to buy more since he’d told him the dope could take a five, meaning that he could cut it five times over and still have good heroin. As soon as Kenny stepped in the door behind Big Joe, his eyes filled with lust when he saw Archie lying across the bed in boy shorts, flipping through T.V. channels. Archie was in fact a bad bitch, with her caramel mocha skin, runway model long legs and Smooth Magazine phat ass. “What’s up Kenny?” Muhammed asked after following his hungry eyes to his woman lying on the bed.
“Ain’t shit player, just enjoying the view,” Kenny grinned devilishly. He still made no attempt at averting his eyes from the exotic pussy in front of him.
“Look homeboy I thought yall came to do business. I don’t know what you looking at but if…CRACK!!! Muhammed never got to finish his sentence, before Kenny had whipped out his pistol, and smacked Muhammed in the mouth with it! The thick blood that ran from his mouth was instantaneous, as Muhammed hit the floor minus a few teeth! Archie dived from the bed screaming at the top of her lungs, just as Joe pressed his pistol to the side of her head!
“Shut the fuck up bitch! You wanna make your next breath your last, keep screaming!” Quickly Archie complied, although the look of terror in her eyes said it all. The bone shattering blow from Kenny’s pistol had rendered Muhammed nearly unconscious, but the menacing kick that Kenny delivered to his ribs, awakened his conscious immediately!
“AAAAGGGH!” Muhammed groaned out loudly! Instantly Kenny was down beside him with his pistol pressed against Muhammed’s bloody mouth! “What did… What did I do? What’s wrong man!” Muhammed’s voice trembled with terror. He didn’t see this situation going well.
“It’s not what you did motherfucker, it what you didn’t do!” Big Joe’s voice boomed from across the room as he stuffed a cloth in the whimpering Archie’s mouth, covering it with duct tape that he wrapped around her head.
“Please man! You can have the dope! I got 250 grams right there in the suitcase under the bed! You can have it man, please just don’t hurt her please!” Muhammed begged.
“You act like you telling me something I don’t know motherfucker! I know I can have it! Its mine!” Big Joe pushed Archie down to the floor beside her trembling and bleeding boyfriend. “So now that we got through all the shit I do know, tell me something I don’t know. Like the man said in the movie, do something to make me feeeel gooood. Now where you be getting this dope from?”
“I don’t know his name man I just… “WHACK!!! Kenny brought the butt of his pistol down on Muhammed’s face, nearly detaching his eye from its socket!
“Mmmmph!!!” Archie tried to no avail to scream through her duct taped mouth!
“You know Muhammed, I used to like yo bitch ass.” Big Joe spoke menacingly as he walked over and stood on top of the semi-conscious dope dealer. “But here I come to find out, you aint nothing but another racist piece of camel shit!”
“No man, I swear I’m not! Yall my niggas!” THUMP!!! Big Joe gave Muhammed another brutal kick to the face.
“I aint yo nigga motherfucker! Watch yo goddamn mouth!” Big Joe growled as Muhammed’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. That is, until Big Joe reached down and choked him back to awareness! “Now, since you wanna play games and not tell me what I want to know, I gotta teach you a lesson. Watch that nigga.” Big Joe barked as he got up, snatched Archie up off the floor and tossed her on the bed. Archie fought, kicked and struggled against Joe, until a right hook to the side of her head from the huge man, knocked the fight straight out of her.
“No man please!” I’ll tell….”
“Shut the fuck up and watch! You take your eyes off and you’re dead!” Kenny screamed in Muhammed’s face, as they watched Big Joe yank down Archie’s boy shorts, then rip off her pink thong panties, to reveal her clean-shaven womanhood.
“Umph…. Umph…. Umph… Look at the fleas on Fluffy,” Big Joe grinned while unbuttoning his pants to reveal a rock-hard erection. Reaching out, he grabbed onto Archie’s leg and yanked her to the edge of the bed before speaking menacingly. “If you fight, I’ll make sure that this lasts all night.” Joe growled as he flipped Archie over onto her stomach, spit into his hand before lubricating his dick with it, and went straight into her ass, not giving a damn about the bone chilling screech trying desperately to escape from her duck taped muffled lips! In fact, it actually turned him on more. Despite his warning, the excruciating pain Archie was in caused her to continuously struggle desperately, as Big Joe ravaged her from behind with one hand locked onto the back of her neck, and the other pressed down with his body weight into the small of her back. This shameless and disgusting act of sodomy went on, until finally with an inhuman, animalistic growl, Joe came inside her rectum, oblivious to the blood and shit that now covered his dick. “Whew! That bitch got some good ass!” Big Joe smiled down at Muhammed as he took Archie’s panties and wiped his dick off with them, before throwing them in Muhammed’s face. Muhammed could only lay shaking and crying like a school girl, praying that they’d take the dope and leave. Big Joe walked over and bumped fists with Kenny as if he’d just hit the winning basket in a championship ball game. Archie lay on the bed bleeding and unconscious as the smell of blood and feces grew stronger by the minute! “Damn. Bitch don’t look so cute now do she?” Big Joe laughed in Muhammed’s face. “Oh, now you wanna cry? You didn’t care about Monique crying when you left her in jail to rot for your shit did you? Did you pussy!” Suddenly Muhammed became even more frightened, as the realization of why this was happening to him, suddenly became crystal clear!
“Oh my god man! I’m sorry! I didn’t know you knew her! I swear I’ll go straighten it out man! Please, just don’t kill me!” Muhammed begged and cried with snot bubbles coming from his nose and mouth.
“I tell you what homeboy. I’ll make a deal wit you. Now. Somebody gotta die here tonight….”
“Oh God! No!” Muhammed screamed before Joe got a chance to finish.
“Shut up bitch ass nigga! You didn’t let me finish.” Muhammed’s cries dulled down to a whimper. “Now, as I was saying. Somebody gots to die here tonight for the injustice that’s been done to my Nubian sister. Now, I feel like you and her both, meaning “Ms. Good Ass” here, are equally responsible in the matter. So, I’m gonna give you a choice. Since you’re the man, I’ll let you choose. Either I’m gonna kill her, or kill you. Either way, one of you has to die tonight.” Meanwhile, Archie had almost regained consciousness. Although her right eye was swollen almost closed, and she literally looked as if she’d been run over in traffic, she still was able to muster enough strength to lean up off the mattress slightly, and whisper Muhammed’s name, before falling back to the bed exhausted. With terror filled eyes, Muhammed spoke,
“Shit man, she already about dead. It might as well be her.”
“You know Muhammed, you a real bitch ass nigga. I’d already made up my mind that if you’d been a man of honor and chose yourself, I was gonna let you live. But now…” A nod from Joe to Kenny was all it took. From his back, Kenny whipped out a glistening seven- inch blade. Holding it high over his head, he slammed it down through Muhammed’s neck before he even had a chance to make another plea for his life! His scream was caught in between his throat and the blade, as blood spattered across the rug, and ran rapidly from his neck, mouth, and nose, like someone had turned on a faucet inside his head! Gurgling sounds continued to come from his neck as the life slowly disappeared from his eyes. Empowered by the strength of fear, Archie rolled her battered body off the bed onto the floor, as she made a weak and futile attempt to crawl to the door! Even with one of her eyes nearly swollen shut, you only had to look into one to see the terror she felt! A foot to her back from Big Joe stopped her snail like progress, as Kenny pulled the bloody knife from Muhammed’s neck with a sickening suction like sound. Walking over to where Archie lay terrified, battered, and broken; Kenny reached down, pulled Archie’s head back by her hair, and sliced her throat from ear to ear.
“Sorry about that beautiful. I wish we could have taken our relationship further. You really did have some sweet ass,” Joe spoke to her now dead body. Quickly Joe raced over, snatched the chain from Muhammed’s neck, emptied his pockets and drug him over to the bed. “Yo help me throw them on the bed.” Big Joe yelled at Kenny, as without haste they proceeded to throw the two dead bodies on the bed. “Yo look up under the bed and grab the suitcase with the dope so we can get the fuck up outta here,” Big Joe ordered. Immediately Kenny reached down under the bed and sure enough, just a Muhammed had said, the case was there. Unfortunately, as soon as Kenny began to rise from his knees with the suitcase, Big Joe with lightening quick speed and accuracy, whipped out his pistol, leveled it on the back of Kenny’s head, and blew his brains all over Muhammed and Archie’s already dead bodies! Big Joe reacted even quicker, as he reached out catching Kenny’s dead weight in his arms, and tossing him onto the bed beside the other two bodies. “Sorry homeboy. But 250 grams sounds a lot better to me than 125. Aint no need to be looking at me like that. You know I always been a greedy motherfucker.” Big Joe laughed as he stared into Kenny’s lifeless eyes. The penthouse suite they were in, was one of only two that took up the entire sixth floor. The other suite was unoccupied. Yet and still, Big Joe knew that it could possibly be only a matter of minutes, before a nosey guest from below came to investigate the loud boom from above. Reaching into his back pocket he retrieved a cigarette pack sized canister of gasoline, and wasted no time dousing it all over the bed, bodies, and curtains, before using his lighter to ignite the gasoline soaked room, leaving a bloody and torched crime scene behind him.
That was over three years ago. And in that time, Big Joe had miraculously gone from minor to major in the heroin game. Monique as expected, was expelled from Duke University. Having nowhere to go and feeling utterly defeated in spirit, she moved in with Big Joe, and eventually, inevitably, gave her virginity away to him. Even as he showered her year after year with clothes, jewelry and such, she still felt no love for the man. Her repeated unfortunate circumstances that had seemed to gather like a snowball rolling downhill, had hardened her heart. Her sweet shyness was long gone. In all actuality, she wasn’t even attracted to Big Joe. He was merely a convenience. She really didn’t have many girlfriends. She’d met Keisha through a small party Big Joe had thrown for his birthday three years ago. Keisha and Hood came, and somehow her and Monique clicked. Big Joe who usually tried to keep Monique away from other girls, for fear that they would introduce her to another nigga, didn’t object to her and Keisha’s friendship. He knew that Hood didn’t have the balls to cross him, and would probably inform him to anything close to a nigga trying to holla. On the other hand, Monique knew that Big Joe was a “big trick”. She really could have cared less, but still gave him the cold shoulder when he came in smelling like sex and still tried to have sex with her. She still had respect for herself and refused to let him trick off with every chicken head in the street and then try to stick his dick in her. He’d smacked her around a few times, but never before had she endured the kicking and beating that he’d unleashed on her today. Standing in the mirror she looked at her right eye that was almost swollen shut and her top lip that had split and ballooned to almost twice its normal size, and she cried. She cried for her mother, she cried for her scholarship, her virginity and for the beating she’d just taken. She cried for her miserable life. How could her life that once seemed so simple; end up in such a fucked up place? Her right eye was swollen closed so tightly, that tears only ran from her left. Monique nearly jumped out of her skin at the creaking sound of the bathroom door opening behind her! She found herself shivering, as Big Joe stepped in and towered over her! “Bend over,” Big Joe growled as he unfastened his pants. Obviously not moving fast enough for him, Big Joe snatched her up around the throat in his bear like grip, and smashed her head into the wall! Her body went limp as she almost lost consciousness. Big Joe, holding her up by the back of her neck with one hand, yanked down her jogging pants with the other, entered her roughly and pounded inside her like a deranged maniac until he came with a loud roar! “Aaagh! Umph! AAAAHH!” Satisfied after emptying himself inside her, he pulled out and let her semi-conscious body fall to the bathroom floor. “Now; you ungrateful, tar baby ass bitch. Since you don’t like it here, get the fuck out. If you didn’t come here with it, then don’t take it. My next bitch might want some of that shit. I’m leaving now to go find me a new bitch. Don’t be here when I get back. You dismissed. Oh yeah, if I ever see you again, you one dead black bitch.” With that being said, Big Joe walked over, bent down, spit in Monique’s face and left.