5. Capri
CHAPTER 5
CAPRI
Three months later…
“Oh my God! Capriiiiiiiiiiiii!” Kenya’s moans came out in grunts as I pounded into her from behind. The noise was irritating because her voice rose several octaves with each thrust. I was well endowed and showing her pussy no mercy. All the anger and pent up aggression that I had inside of me was being taken out on her vagina. She tried to run, but I grabbed her waist and held her firmly in place as I continued to fuck her savagely.
I gritted my teeth together as I concentrated on busting a nut. I’d been in the pussy for too long. It wasn’t unusual for me to last a long time when I was drinking, but Kenya’s pussy wasn’t the wettest, she couldn’t take dick, and her shrieks weren’t turning me on. The only thing that was bringing me pleasure was knowing that I was violating Dolph’s bitch the same way he violated mine.
“I can’t take it, baby. It’s too big. Oh my Godddddddd,” Kenya whined, and I pulled out of her with a frown on my face.
She turned around as I snatched the condom off. “Can you suck it?” I damn near snapped annoyed with her childish ass.
Kenya didn’t hesitate to take me into her mouth, and I peered down at her with a glower on my face. Thankfully, her dick sucking skills were way better than her sexual skills, and in a matter of seconds, the scowl was melting off my face. She deep throated me, and I closed my eyes while fisting a handful of her braids. At least her ass was good for something. Thrusting my hips, I fucked her face and even when she began to gag, she didn’t run from fellatio the way she ran from my strokes. Kenya gave me wet, sloppy head until I was shooting my seeds down her throat, and that was even better. I hoped she went home and kissed Dolph with my dick on her breath.
Kenya cleaned her saliva off my penis with a lustful gleam in her eyes. When she was done, I hopped in the shower and cleaned my body as quickly as possible before putting my clothes back on.
“I have to go. I’m sure Dolph will be home soon.” Kenya’s head angled to the left. “You going to tell me why you and he are no longer friends? He refuses to talk about it.”
I had only entertained Kenya when I saw her in the bar because I wanted to do to Dolph what he did to me. I bought her a few drinks and was nice and polite but now that the deed was done, I wanted her the fuck out my face. It was nothing personal, but since I lost my child, I didn’t have the patience for people. I couldn’t tolerate them. Even at my places of business, when I showed my face, I only dealt directly with one or two people. I’d shut myself in my office, and I didn’t want to be bothered if it wasn’t about money. I didn’t want to hear about requests for time off or any other trivial problem that my managers could handle.
I had indeed changed since losing Caprice. I’d never be the same. The people closest to me like my sister and my aunts all gave me these pitiful ass looks whenever I came around, so I kept my distance from them. I had turned into a bit of a recluse. If I wasn’t working, out running, or at the gym, I was home alone watching sports, CNN, or some bullshit movie while smoking and drinking. Indulging in weed and alcohol had become an everyday thing. I would get drunk and look in the mirror, and it would be my father that I saw staring back at me. A father that got sloppy drunk on a daily basis, came home, and wreaked havoc on the house. Some days he’d beat me and Bianca and other days, he’d just beat my mother. When he was drunk, his words would slur so badly that we could barely understand him, but if we told him we didn’t hear him or asked him to repeat himself that was an ass whooping for sure. By the age of ten, I was an expert at deciphering the mumblings of a belligerent drunk. I promised myself time and time again that would never be me. Look at me years later. I was well on my way to being that person, and I didn’t even care.
“He fucked my bitch and spent almost three years thinking my daughter belonged to him while smiling in my face the entire time,” I stated dryly as I put my shoes on.
Kenya’s lips parted, but she didn’t speak. It was safe to say that she was shocked by the news. Never in my life had I been a pillow talker, a snitch, or anything close to a fuck nigga, but my niceness and great personality traits no longer existed beyond letting Dolph live. He was still breathing. That was the last favor I’d ever do him. I couldn’t care less if Kenya left him or if she stayed. What I wouldn’t do was protect him.
Kenya was truly at a loss for words because even as I walked towards the door of the hotel room, she still hadn’t spoken. I left her standing there without so much as a goodbye. In my car, I eyed the time on the dashboard and realized that if I drove fast, I had time to do what I needed to do. Being that I was well respected by many, I had a name only a few days after Caprice’s life was taken. Sintonio. He was the person that pulled the trigger. Nobody was talking to the police, and I was grateful. Prison was too good for him. Before I took his life, I planned to make him suffer. The same day I got the info on him was the same day I went to the ER for my hand, and imagine my surprise when his bitch was my nurse.
I took that as a sign. I was sure it wasn’t from God, but I didn’t give a damn who or what it was from. The plot for revenge fell into my lap without me even trying hard. She was pregnant. That was even better. Before Sintonio died, I wanted to take from him what he’d taken from me. I would never in life harm a child. I’d take myself out first before I allowed myself to become that fucked up. But I was going to take his bitch. I was going to kidnap Lisa and hold her until she gave birth. Once she gave birth, her ass was going to die. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with the baby. Maybe drop him or her off at the fire station because both parents would be dead. Shorty was going to be an orphan, but at least he or she would be alive.
I wanted Sintonio’s days to be agonizing. I wanted him to be stressed beyond repair wondering what happened to his girl and his kid. I wanted him to suffer. And that wasn’t all I had planned for him. I wanted his life to crumble. To be reduced to nothing and after I was done torturing him, I would put a bullet in his head. I let Dolph and Robin live, but I’d never grant that same courtesy to Sintonio, and if I had to suffer in eternal hell because of it, then so be it. Shit, I was already in hell. How much worse could it get?
Sintonio was buying his home, so thanks to public record, I got the nigga’s address. I had been watching him on and off for months. I wasn’t sure when Lisa was due, but her belly was getting big, so it was time to snatch her ass. I sat outside of her home not directly in front of her house but close enough that I still had a good view. When she had to work, her schedule was pretty routine. Sintonio’s ass was barely home. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was working a lot, or he had the good sense to know that eventually, I was coming for his ass. He left his woman to be a sitting duck, though. Typical pussy nigga. I had only been waiting for about ten minutes when the garage door opened, and Lisa’s burnt orange Lexus backed out of the driveway. I pulled off behind her knowing that I had to get her before she turned out of her neighborhood. Getting her in the hospital parking lot was too risky. Luckily, her neighborhood was like a maze and getting out wasn’t as simple as one or two turns. Three streets over from the one she lived on, I pulled up beside her car and pointed at her car as if I was trying to tell her something about her vehicle.
I didn’t miss the nervous expression on her face. It was like she knew who I was. “Your tire!” I called out knowing she couldn’t hear me. I opened the car door and walked up to her car making the effort to appear friendly. Her window rolled down slowly, as she eyed me with a skeptical look on her face. Lisa’s eyes shot downward, and I knew she was looking for my bandaged hand. She recognized me.
“Hey. I was trying to tell you that your back tire is going flat. I don’t want it to blow out on you. You don’t feel the car driving funny?”
A look of confusion crossed her face as she glanced at the dashboard. If her tire pressure was low, her car would alert her. She was hesitant to get out of the car.
“I don’t want to intimidate you. I’ll get back in my car, and you can check it out. As long as you know that’s all that matters. If you don’t mind and you have a spare, I can change it. If not, I’ll leave you to handle it.” For the first time in months, I smiled. I smiled in an effort to gain her trust and also at knowing that I was possibly one step closer to getting Sintonio’s bitch ass.
With pinched brows, Lisa got out of the car slowly. The moment her eyes landed on her rear tire that was perfectly fine, I whipped my gun from the pocket of my hoodie. “Get in my fucking car,” I stated through clenched teeth as I pointed my gun directly into her belly.
Fear filled her almond-shaped eyes as the scent of vanilla and shea butter infiltrated my nose. The fragrance wafting off her body was powerful but not in a loud way. She didn’t have on strong smelling perfume that would make a sensitive nose sneeze. Her scent was light, clean, and enticing. I wasn’t sure why I was dwelling on the way she smelled, but it was the first thing that I noticed.
Since her feet didn’t move voluntarily, I yanked Lisa towards my car. Plenty of people were out on their way to work, and I didn’t want to risk being seen. The objective was to not get caught but if I did, I’d do my time with a smile on my face. One way or another, Sintonio’s bitch ass was going to suffer. I yanked my car door open and shoved Lisa inside.
“Make any stupid moves, and I’ll shoot you in the head,” I warned as I patted her pockets and found her cell phone in the pocket of her scrub top. I didn’t want my fingerprints on the phone, so I wasn’t going to touch it. “Toss the phone,” I demanded gruffly. With trembling hands, she did as I asked. The moment the phone hit the pavement, I slammed the door.
I gripped my gun in one hand and drove with the other. From my peripheral vision, I could see Lisa’s body quaking. She was afraid. Rightfully so. I didn’t give a damn. I had no way of knowing if she knew what her man had done or not but if she did, she deserved every ounce of fear that she was feeling. I lived nine miles from Lisa and Sintonio. I didn’t care about her seeing where she was going because she was dying after she gave birth anyway. Once we were inside my garage, I got out of the car and walked around to her side. Tears streaked Lisa’s face while a sinister grin inched across mine.
“Do you know who I am?”
She was still shaking. Lisa refused to make eye contact with me. She didn’t answer my question. She simply stared at the ground while I stared at her.
“Yeah, you know,” I surmised growing angry. “Look at me!” I barked making her jump, but she did as I demanded. “You know who the fuck I am?” I glared at her, anger coursing through my veins.
“Y-y-yes,” she stammered.
“You know your nigga killed my daughter?” I inched closer to her. So close that our noses were damn near touching.
“He said it was an accident,” she whispered. “We aren’t r-really together at the moment. We s-share a house, but we haven’t been on the same page since the incident. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she repeated as her breath hitched making it sound as if she hiccupped mid-sentence.
I didn’t give a damn about her I’m sorry. Nah, she wasn’t the one that pulled the trigger, but she had to die by default. The same way my child died behind some shit that didn’t have anything to do with her. I didn’t care about Lisa’s tears or her apologies. Pushing her forward, she moved toward the door that I’d left unlocked. Since I was behind her, I reached around her and opened the door. Inside the house, I locked the door, grabbed her arm, and dragged her towards my man cave.
There was another bar for any guests that I had over, a pool table, a ninety-inch television, and a few arcade games. I had purchased a twin bed and placed it in the corner. I’d also bolted a board into the wall and placed a knob on it. I needed something to tie Lisa to. I put a deadbolt lock on the door, but I still wasn’t going to allow her to move freely around the space. The man cave had a half bathroom with a toilet and a sink. Cameras had been installed as well. My man cave would be Lisa’s new home until she gave birth. Then, I was going to drive her out into the middle of nowhere and make her eat a bullet. The child wouldn’t be harmed.
The people that were still checking on me mostly did so via phone. I didn’t have to worry about visitors and even if someone popped up, my man cave was soundproof. It was designed with my daughter in mind. So, I could turn up without waking her up. Just the thought of her made my heart ache. Fresh tears spilled over Lisa’s eyelids as I placed cuffs on her wrists. Once she was secured, I patted her pockets to make sure I hadn’t missed anything. I turned and walked out of the room and locked the deadbolt. I walked into the living room and grabbed a fresh bottle of Hennessy. I poured a hefty amount and sat in my recliner to roll a blunt. I got a text message from the manager of my car rental business, and I responded with a sigh. I loved money, but anything that wasn’t affiliated with making the ones that wronged me suffer, I wasn’t interested in it. I responded to him and tossed my phone over on the couch. I paid people to run my businesses, and that was what they needed to do. They didn’t get paid to ask me thirty fuckin’ questions a day.
When the blunt was rolled, I took a large sip of my cognac before fishing a lighter from my pocket. The weed nor the alcohol eased my pain. It didn’t even numb it. It simply made the agony just a bit easier to bare. Caprice’s room door was closed. I couldn’t stand to go in her room most days. I woke up with her on my mind, and I went to sleep with her on my mind. When she visited me in my dreams, I cried in my sleep. My world was bleak without that little girl. I was living in hell, and there wasn’t anything that would ever make it better. A nigga was simply going through the motions. Just existing. I wasn’t sure if it was a traumatic experience that had turned my father into a raging drunk and made him an intolerable asshole, but I almost empathized with him. Being drunk was better than dealing with reality sober. I wanted no parts of sobriety. Being sober was when I was at my worst. It was when I was sober that thoughts of tying Dolph and Robin up and killing them were the most prevalent in my mind.
The alcohol had saved them, and they didn’t even know it. I inhaled the first toke of weed and sat back in my chair. The bitch in my basement. She was the first step toward my revenge. Nothing that I did was going to bring Caprice back, but I was determined to make as many people as miserable as I was. If I had to live with everlasting turmoil so did they.