I Never Said I Was a Good Girl (14 page)

“Talk. Last chance.”

“Ok…. I had an abortion because I knew that if I approached Zaire about the baby at that point… I would lose him because he would feel like I was trying to trap him. So I felt like I could always have another baby later…. once we were married.”
She diverts her eyes to the floor half way through the sentence. Ashamed to look at me.

Her words cut through me like a knife. I turned around and kicked her stupid fish tank, causing it to crack and water to begin leaking out on the rug. When I turned back, around Brazille is hobbling toward the front door. I walk up behind her, not having to go very fast because I must have broken one of her ribs judging by the way she was moving. I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back into my arms. She moans with pain. I feel Little Z move.

I put my mouth next to her ear and suck on her earlobe before saying,
“You are not going to get away from me this time. That baby you were carrying was mine. Zaire has a medical condition called varicoceles, a condition that causes him to have an extremely low sperm count. Too low for him to have children. He would have had to have surgery in order to get the condition corrected, which he never had. You never wondered why he wasn’t concerned with raw dogging you at the drop of a dime, did you?”
I spin her around so that I can see her face and she looks as if she has just seen a ghost. I laugh so loud it could only have come from deep down in my soul.

“
You also need to know that after I proposed to you and you declined, I poked holes in all the condoms knowing that would be the only way I could get you pregnant. I mean I was never allowed to hit it raw. I was expecting that you would keep the baby and you would finally agree to get married. Imagine my surprise when that never happened.”

I walk backwards, leading Brazille back to her chair when she says
“How did you find out about me and Zaire?”
Her voice is shaking and full of anticipation. Not to mention muffled by her swelling lips.

I sat her back in the chair.
“I am so glad that you asked. He and his wife brought the photos to my attention. We had a meeting and Zaire was very forth coming and honest about how you two conspired to make me your cover. How you would seduce me so that you two could be together and no-one would think anything of it because you worked for him and you were dating his brother.”
I unzipped my jeans and begin stroking Little Z in her face.
“Suck him for me Brazille. Suck me the way you sucked Zaire.”

She turns her head to the side as if my dick is filthy so I punch her in the side of her head, just behind her temple. I laugh as her eyes roll back into her head before filling with new tears. I realize this bitch STILL thinks she is too good for me.

“I think that I should be rewarded for all the things I have been through, Brazille, don’t you?”
I snatch her out the chair and pushed her up to her station and told her to bend over.

She begs and pleads with me
“Please don’t do this! Please! Please!”

I pull up her dress and rip her panties off of her body and ram my fingers into her sweet garden. She yells out
“You are hurting me Zurich!”

I grabbed a hand full of her hair and begin banging her head against the glass. I then finger her for a couple minutes making sure my fingers are coated with her cream as I say
“I told you my name is Havoc! You dumb conniving slut!”

I licked my fingers slowly as I push my muscle inside of her and closed my eyes loving the way she tastes and the way her pussy feels gliding over my dick. It feels so damn good. Oh how I have missed this pussy. It helps me put into perspective how deprived I’ve been. Because being inside of my pussy, being inside the woman I love, made what I did with Chyna seem like I was sticking my dick in a rose bush that had plenty of thorns. No woman could ever compare to you Brazille. I want to keep pounding her for hours but I was already close to cumming.

“Whose pussy is this?”
I asked. I continue pounding her from behind until I seize up from the orgasm that was ripping through my body. I groaned loud with pleasure as my seed begins to run down her legs. I lean down and kiss her on her neck and that is when I notice how still she was.

I called her name and she never answered. I pulled out of her and let her dress fall back over her bottom. I put my right arm underneath her titties and brace her back with my left arm as I gently laid her down on the floor. I looked at her and notice that now she has a big gapping gash on her forehead that is oozing blood. Her face is swollen, battered and bruised from my rage. I begin to cry. I shake her screaming
“Brazille! Brazille! Brazille wake up!”
She continues to lay there like a corpse.

I can’t believe I killed her! Oh my God! Not my love! I instantly knew what I have to do now. I straighten out her dress and fixed her hair. I bent down and gave her one last kiss on the cheek. I fixed my pants and sat down with my back up against the drawers of her station.

Just as I grabbed the gun from its holster, Brazille’s cell phone rings and I pause hoping and praying she will get up and answer it. Once the phone stops ringing I know that the only way for me, the love of my life, and my baby to be together again is if I died too. I put the gun up to my head and the last thing I see before I pull the trigger is my beautiful angel lying on the floor dressed in all white.

Chapter 29: She

Zurich told me to come in at ten and not a minute later so at nine fifty nine I get out of my car with the can and approach the back door. I hope he remembered to leave the door unlocked. At ten o’clock on the dot I hold my breath as I pull the handle. I release that breath when the door begins to open.

I stepped into the break room when I hear a gun shot. I freeze.

I stand there listening for what feels like an eternity when I don’t hear any noise I walk up to the front to see what is going on and to let Zurich know we need to hurry up and get out of there.

I get to the front of the shop and it is a mess. The fish tank is busted, water and fish all over the floor, the nail station has blood all over the top of it, and there appears to be vomit on the floor. I see Brazille, laid out on the floor, and I think to myself ‘goodness he beat the shit out of her’. But, oh well, that bitch had it coming. She is lucky I didn’t have the opportunity to whoop her ass because she had the audacity to smile in my face and eat at my table all the while fucking and sucking my husband.

I take a couple of more steps and I see Zurich slumped over in front of Brazille.

I think to myself ‘oh well he could of at least let me knew he planned to kill himself.’ I am just grateful that he completed the job of killing this slut and left the world a man of his word.

I returned to the break room. I take a pan out the cabinet put it on the cooktop and turn it on high. I pour gasoline behind the stove and on both sides of the stove. I step back and light the match and watch the flames shoot up on both sides of the stove and behind it. I walked out closed the door behind me and headed to my car…..

To Be Continued

Dedicate

I would like to dedicate this book to my rock, my biggest supporter, my king, my everything, my husband, Solomon. You believe in me when I don’t even believe in myself, You love me with all your heart every day and without you I would not be who I am today. For this I must say I love you forever. Love your wife.

Thank You

Solomon Welch thank you for pushing me and cheering me on the way you do and for being that midnight shoulder I need to lean on from time to time.

Thank you to my daughter Endia Jones for being just as excited as me about this project and helping me to promote. I love you so much and I am so proud of you.

Thank you to my daughter Xenia Welch for wanting to help out whenever possible, even offering to be my illustrator. I love you baby girl.

Thank you to Winter, Qesari, and Desjhauna my other babies for being all the inspiration I needed when I thought I couldn’t do this. I just looked at you guys and knew there was no way I couldn’t not do it. I love you guys to the moon and back!

Chavante  Sweat thank you so much for taking this ride with me and being an inspiration to me in more ways than you could ever know. All those fb messages and pep talks really meant a lot!

Sherene Holly Cain thank you for reaching out to me from day one and making me feel at home.

Tiece Mickens I just want to simply say thank you so much for giving me a chance!