“NOW GET YOUR ASS OUT OF MY HOUSE, BITCH, BEFORE I CALL TYRELL!”

The sweet scent of her expensive French perfume drifted up into Del’s flared nostrils. He inhaled in the fragrance and shut his eyes for a second as if he was savoring it. He trailed Keisha as she rushed into the front room, sat on the couch, and opened the drawer on the side table. Before she could reach into the opened drawer, Del pushed her face down against the arm of the sofa and stripped the silk negligee off her body. His eyes grew wide as he discovered what she rushed to the couch to retrieve. Then he snapped and became a completely different person. Keisha’s body sunk into the cushion of the sofa from the pressure from Del’s robust body.

“GOD DAMN IT,

if that don’t beat everything. You were gonna shoot me huh? Well, bitch, look like your plan backfired. I ought to fucking kill you for that but nah; get your ass naked,

BITCH!”

The cold steel of her gun rested against her temple. Frightened and caught off guard, Keisha obediently complied and pushed the drawer closed with her now empty hand. Del stepped back and waited as Keisha stood, pulled off the see thru laced top, and wiggled her tight g-string down her long legs. As she stood up, his eyes fell on her thick hot pink dyed pubic hairs trimmed into the shape of a diamond. Del decided that if he killed her brother, he might as well teach her a very tough lesson. Her husband became sexually aggressive toward her for the first time in their short marriage and it frightened Keisha.

“That’s right, you gonna be the best little moneymaker in New Orleans. Now get your fine ass on the floor.”

Keisha lay down on the floor. Forcefully, Del stretched her trembling arms above her head. This made her firm breast stick out even farther. Then he leaned over, licked her large nipples, and bit each of them hard. Next, he tore a few strips from her tattered robe and bound her hands to the wooden legs of the sofa. Keisha knew he was going to hurt her; so, she tried to close her legs, but Del positioned himself between them.

“Del, you don’t have to do it like this. I- I- I will give it to you.”

“What kind of fool you think I am, Keisha? I wasn’t born yesterday. I finally got your fine ass under me where I can do anything I want to you; you think I’m going to stop now. Shit, Hell Nah.”

With her arms strapped to the legs of the couch, she laid stretched across floor. Keisha’s infuriated husband shoved two fingers inside her, pulled them out, and licked them clean. Del forced her legs up onto his shoulders then explored her with the tip of his tongue and sucked on her clit. What had she gotten herself into; this awakened the violent of days of her youth. She looked at him. He smiled as if he’d accomplished some great feat. Keisha screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Damn, Del, what are you doing? Del! Untie me NOW! LET ME GO!”

“Hell no you stupid, bitch! I’m gonna show you what’s gonna happen to you every night after I fucking kill Tyrell! I’m gonna shove my dick all up in you.”

He ran his muscular hands between her legs and rammed two stiffened fingers inside her irritated opening. Del continued talking.

“And you know what I'm gonna do after I finish? I'm gonna stick my dick in every hole you got. I'm gonna have you so full, you won't know what to do.”

Del stood over her outstretched body, stepped out of his jeans, and revealed his huge penis pressing against his baggy boxers. Then he removed the boxers. He was HUNG! She struggled against the rags tying her hands to the couch but couldn’t get loose. She couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Ohh Del! You know can't shove that into me! It won't fit! You'll tear me apart!

PLEASE NOOOOOOOOO!”

He laughed as she squirmed and grunted against the restraints.

“Too late, bitch now, shut the fuck up, and take it.”

Unsympathetic to her pleas, he shoved his penis inside her opening. Keisha looked in disbelief at him. He grinded into her and hit the back of her vaginal wall. Keisha shrieked from the pain.

“OHHH OHHHH OWWWWWW OHHH GOD OH GOD TAKE IT OUT Del! OH GOD PLEASE! AAAAHHHH”

Because her stepfather ripped her young vagina, during their marriage she never let Del fully penetrate her. Because Del was so large, sex hurt with him. He positioned himself between her legs. She started to beg him to stop; but he cupped his hand over her mouth and repeatedly rammed the full length of his enlarged penis into her exposed cavity. Her snug vagina stretched like a glove around his oversized penis. Del refused to stop raping her and taunted.

“Oh yah you bitch, you like this don’t you? I know this is what you've want. You've wanted my hard dick ramming inside you all the time.”

She whimpered, struggled, and screamed as he shoved his penis rapidly back and forth inside her. Her fighting against him seemed to turn him on more, so she submitted. She just laid there and took it.

“Oh you like it, huh, bitch.”

“Why are you doing this to me, Del?”

Keisha screamed loudly again as he pounded into her. Her blood curdling screams and the look on her face did nothing to make Del stop. He wanted her to tell him what he wanted to know.

“Tell me that you like it, bitch. Say it, say it.”

From the look on Del’s face, he could not tell if Keisha was faking. What she did and said shocked him.

“Yes, I like it, harder, harder.”

Suddenly, tears streamed down her face and her limp body convulsed wildly under his body. Then she rested motionless on the floor. As he pulled out of her, he glanced down at her, smiled, and untied her hands.

“So, what should I do with you, bitch.”

He looked her again and stood up. Without warning, Del placed the barrel of the gun to the side of Keisha’s head.

“Maybe, I should just pull the trigger and blow your fucking brains out, then you won’t have to worry about being my hoe.”

She had to think fast. Keisha gazed up at him helplessly and nodded.

“I... I... I'll be your hoe Del, just please, don't kill me... I'll be whatever you want me to be, I promise... just no more right now, please.”

She curled up in a ball on the carpeted floor by the sofa and cried. Del snickered because he never saw that coming. He raped her and she loved it. He broke her spirit. He grasped her chin and raised her head until her docile eyes met his.

“Bitch, you're mine. I and only I decide when you fuck; who you fuck and how much you fuck for... you have no choice... got it. Now open up your mouth, my dick needs cleaned!”

He held his semi erect penis and thrust the full length into her mouth until his testicles hit her chin. He shoved deep in her throat as she pushed hard against his legs. She was choking but he didn’t care; he just wanted the pleasure of humiliating her. Nevertheless, she needed air.

All of a sudden, she pulled away from his strong vise like grasp. In retaliation, he slapped her hard across her face until she returned her head in front of his shaft and opened her mouth. Del held her head in place with both hands and pushed his oversized penis across her bloody lips and into her now receptive mouth. As he rammed her throat, her eyes welled with tears and her battered and bruised face turn darker from the lack of oxygen. Eventually, she breathed through her nose and sucked him. He glanced down, grabbed her head, and rammed her face harder. A few minutes later, he exploded in her mouth. She choked down his semen. Just for a moment, Keisha’s little tough independent facade disappeared.

Later, Del draped his arms on the edge of the over-sized tub inside the master bedroom, laid his head back, and closed his eyes. Because of how Del treated her, Keisha realized what she had to do. She wasn’t going to let him kill her brother; blood is thicker than water and he wasn’t going to abuse her any more. She refused to be helpless like her mother. Keisha cautiously inched into the bathroom, being extra careful not to wake Del. Unanticipated, he opened one of his eyes and stroked the chrome barrel of the firearm resting on the rim of the extra-large tub.

“Woman, what are you doing in here?”

Tears streamed down her soft cheek as she reflected on the violent events that just happened. She thought about what she was going to do for a brief moment and reflected about how much she hated his cheating. She considered what she was going to tell the police to keep from going to jail then opened the bathroom cabinet over the sink, retrieved her makeup case, and turned around to face him.

“Well, you messed up my face pretty bad, Del. I need to fix it, okay.”

He closed his eye and rested his head on the rim of the tub.

“Okay, but hurry the fuck up.”

Keisha turned and peered into the mirror as she replayed Del’s words in her head - I will kill your brother then turn you into one of my hoes. She removed the gun from her makeup case. She knew it was loaded but she silently pulled the chamber back and checked. Without warning, she turned, pointed the Glock at Del, and squeezed the trigger firing one bullet in his brain.

“You just don’t know my family, bitch. We don’t play like that. We take care of our own and we take care of our own problems. Problem solved.”

Keisha stared at Del as his eyes glazed over. A single teardrop emerged from the corner of his left eye and rolled down his cheek. He was dead. She opened her hand and dropped the smoking gun into the tub. It landed on Del’s lap as his limp corpse slipped down into the soapy water in the bathtub. The only part still visible was the top of his forehead where the bullet entered and the trail of crimson blood and light pink brain matter on the wall behind him. Keisha returned to the den, took a bite out of the sandwich, threw the glass of beer against the wall, turned over the furniture, and dialed from Del’s phone.

“Hello.”

“Hey, Tyrell”

“What you want Keisha?”

“It’s done.”

“You sure he’s dead?”

“Yeah, he’s dead.”

“You okay?”

“Nope, but I’ll survive. Funny thing is I kinda enjoyed killing him.”

“Well, don’t get to relaxed yet, sis. Remember we’re just putting this plan into action. We still got to fool the cops so you won’t go to jail and so Tony doesn’t kill both of us. So whatever the plan, it’s got to be believable.”

“I’m going to call police and tell them that I killed Del because he beat me and raped me. They know how violent he gets; they stopped him twice this month after he went off on one of his tantrums.”

Keisha returned to the bathroom and looked at Del’s corpse half-submerged in the water as her brother continued.

“See, I told you that Del was bad news. Remember, I told your fast ass not to get involved with Del years ago. Nah, you wanted his money and had to go sleep with him. Now, look what you’ve gotten us into.”

“Listen, Tyrell, you wasn’t complaining when I convinced him to kill Bruno and you became underboss like I planned, did you? Now shut up and let me think. I ain’t got long before this stuff looks suspicious.”

“Okay, so how you going to convince Tony to keep him from killing you and me?”

“I’m gonna call Tony before I call the cops and cry on his shoulder. With his help, I definitely won’t go to jail, not even for a day.”

“All this sounds too dangerous and complicated, Keisha. You sure this is what you want to do? What if he shoots you as soon as he gets there?”

“Hopefully you will step up and kill the bitch. Anyway, don’t worry, Tyrell; the bruises I got will convince him and the police.”

“Keisha you’re fucking crazy. You didn’t have to do it this way. Look, my boys could’ve just killed Del and made it look like a robbery. Now that he’s dead I can take over New Orleans and take Tony out myself.”

“That wouldn’t work, Tyrell, because you know Del was never too far from his crew except at home. Now stick with the plan and you’ll be the boss of New Orleans soon. I got to go.”

She hung up the phone and searched for Tony’s cell phone number. She only had fifteen or so more minutes left before she had to dial 911. He lived two houses down the street and he could be there in a few seconds. She walked to the den, located the number in Del’s address book, and dialed.

“Yeah....”

“Oh, my God, Tony,

I SHOT HIM, I SHOT HIM!”

Crying, she let out a small whimper and repeated herself.

“Oh, my God, Tony, I SHOT HIM, I SHOT HIM! He is lying in the tub; I think he is dead. Oh, my God what am I going to do, Tony? I don’t want to go to jail.”

“Keisha? Wait, wait, and slow down what happened.”

“I SHOT DEL!”

She started to cry loudly into the earpiece as Tony searched for the right words to say.

“Just stay calm; I will be right there. Have you called the cops, yet?”

“No.”

“Well don’t, not yet at least. Just stay calm, I’m out the door and walking down the street. Tell me what happened.”

Keisha’s voice quivered as Tony ran up the driveway,

“Well, Del got mad because I saw him in front of that bitch Lisa’s house this morning. When we got home we started to argue about it and then… then; oh Tony, he beat me and raped me. He just went crazy.”

In a few seconds, a light brown colored, lanky man knocked on the door. Opening the door, Keisha collapsed against him, threw her arms around his long neck, and then buried her face in his chest.

“So, what am I going to do, Tony?”

He picked her up, carried her into the living room, and carefully placed her on the sofa.

“Well, first of all, you’re going to tell me the truth?”

She opened her eyes and looked at Tony. His stringy brown hair drooped over his weathered face almost hiding his large oval-shaped sunken eyes. The twin long dimples flowed from his high cheekbones to his pointed chin.

“What you mean; I’m telling you the truth. I killed Del.”

He stared at the black eye and harsh bruises on her face.

“Yeah, tell me another lie and I might believe you; but I know you didn’t kill Del.”

Keisha sprung from the couch and led him to Del’s corpse. Tony reached into the tub and pulled the head out of the water.

“Yeah that is Del, alright, but you still didn’t kill him.”

Drops of blood mingled with the soapy water ran down the front of the face. Tony released his grip on Del’s hair.

“Woman, you couldn’t kill a mouse. I know you high maintenance pretty ass bitches; ya’ll ain’t good for nothing but a fuck.”

Splashes from soapy water received the head back into the tub as Tony yanked a towel off the stainless steel rod on the wall and wiped his hands.

“See, I happen to know that he had beef with your brother. Now tell me the truth, Keisha. Tyrell killed Del, didn’t he?”

Her eyes welled up with tears as she stared into his eyes. How hard could it be for him to believe a woman could or would kill Del? She reached into the water and pulled out the gun Tony had given her as a present on her last birthday and laid it on the counter.

“Damn it, Tony, how many times do I have to tell you;

I KILLED DEL!”

With a handkerchief, he tossed the gun back into the tub of water. Tony’s heart melted when she started to cry again and leaned into his chest.

“Okay, I’ll help. Just stop crying.”

Her soft and half-nude body still smelled like a mixture of sweat, flowers, and sex. Tony wrapped his hand around her waist, pulled her shivering body closer to him, and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.

He took Keisha’s chin in his olive-colored hand and tenderly lifted her head until her eyes met his.

“First thing don’t tell the cops too much; just tell them that you killed Del because he beat you and raped you. He got a record a mile long and everyone can see from your face that he hit you. They will believe you and call it self-defense. I’ll call my lawyer so you won’t have to worry about going to jail. Just don’t tell the cops too much.”

Tony handed her his cell phone to make the call to the police.