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And, I, well, fuck. I practically shit on myself, fucking stunned that all this shit is unfolding over the air.
“Tell, them now, MarSell. Tell your precious listeners, now!”
I look over and give Nina a pained look. She stares blankly at the phone lines, then manages to look at me and nod.
I swallow hard. “That’s right, my freaky peeps,” I say slowly.
“No, goddamn you! Say it like you mean it! Give it to them how you love it. Real raw and juicy!”
I glance back over at Nina. She’s still on the phone with the police. She rushes to my desk and slides me a note asking for my address and saying the police want me to keep this chick on the phone, which I planned on doing anyway. I quickly jot down my address, and slide the note back to her.
I take a deep breath, then go into script, for Marika.
“That’s right, my freaky peeps. Y-y’all heard it here. Live ‘n’ direct. Ya boy ‘n’ his wife got it in w-with this beauty on the line ‘n’ wore her guts out. We brought her up to our hotel room, got between the sheets, and rocked her lights out, dug in all three holes…”
She moans. “Mmm. Tell them how good it was.”
I swallow. Right now, all I give a fuck about is doing and saying whatever the fuck I gotta to keep this broad from hurting Marika. So I go into explicit detail, reliving that whole night over the airwaves.
“Tell them how much you love me,” she pants into the phone.
I swallow back the vomit rising in the back of my throat. My jaw tightens. My nostrils flare and I suck in deep, steadying breaths, tryna keep my shit in control. “I…love you.” I croak back a groan. “I love you, aiight?” I feel
like acid is burning the back of my throat. “Now let Marika go. Please.”
“See, bitch!” she yells. “I told you! He loves me! You hear that! Say it again, MarSell. Let this bitch hear it!” I say it again. “He loves me! Not you, you ass fucker! You hear that, Alex! Fuc—bleep you! I got me a real man now who loves me! Not some big-dick dog like you! I’m over you, Alex Maples!”
I frown, tryna figure out who the fuck she’s babbling about.
“No man ever made me come the way you did, MarSell. Your dic—bleep is so big…”
I cringe, but let her keep talking.
“And you ate my pus—bleep—sy better than any man I’ve ever been with. Better than any dike bitch I let eat me when I was locked up. I never had a tongue make my whole body shake. But, you, baby…you gave it to me so good…”
I groan inwardly. Yeah, too muthafuckin’ good!
“My last lover was good in bed, too. Damn good. But all he was good for was fuc—bleep—ing and sucking and using women. I thought he loved me, but that tall, black, chocolate niggah never meant me any good. All he did was use me. Run through my money. Played emotional games. He liked to mind fuc—bleep women. And that’s why I shot his ass. Left him for dead…”
I blink. Oh, fuck!
Nina slides me another note. Tells me the police are at my building. I sigh, relieved, hoping they get to her before it escalates.
“But, you, baby…I’m not gonna shoot you. I’m gonna—”
“Listen to me,” I quickly say. “I don’t know who this dude is who screwed you over. And it’s none of my business. But, obviously dude didn’t deserve someone like you. All I care about is you not doing anything stupid ‘n’ crazy, yo.”
“I’m NOT fuc—bleep—ing crazy! Stop calling me that shit.”
“I’m not calling you crazy. I said I don’t want you doing anything cray—”
“Don’t say that word! Or I swear I’ll do something you’ll regret. Don’t make me do it, baby. Okay?”
I can feel Nina staring into me as she hands me another note. I glance at it. The police want me to keep this broad calm. Want me to not saying anything that’s going to push her to the edge.
These muhfuckas actin’ like I don’t already know this shit.
I nod my head, and keep talking. I tell this broad whatever it is she wants to hear. I start asking her shit that I don’t give a fuck about. Like, where she was born. Nuthouse. What her favorite color is. Institutional gray. What her zodiac sign is. Crazy.
