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“I observed you today. From when you left the house with your sister to right before you left the overlook with King.” Pretty Boy’s words silenced me quickly. I knew damn well I should have stopped fucking around with King. I still had time to turn it around though.
Something heavy sank in my stomach thinking about leaving behind the physical connection I felt with King.
“If I get voted in, we’ll leave each other alone. It’s just something to do right now. Don’t read too deep into it.” My voice sounded too high and tight, which usually only happened when I was lying.
It had to be true though. I knew I couldn’t keep fucking him if we were going to be like family. If we were going to make money together. Everyone knew business and pleasure didn’t mix.
“You sure about that, Juju?” Pretty Boy asked.
“Yes. Do I seem like the type to get caught up in some dude I’m fucking?” I scoffed.
“I’ve never seen King act how he’s acting right now over any woman. So how do I know what you seem like you’d do?” It was a logical question but it still rubbed me the wrong way.
I was going to ask him how King was acting differently when I saw Stan walk by on one of the screens Pretty Boy had in his lap. I picked up an iPad and looked closer.
He was home now, walking in through the garage door. I nudged Pretty Boy. “I didn’t even see him pull up, did you?” I looked at the feed of the driveway and saw nothing. It was like Stan appeared out of nowhere.
“Nah. He could have parked around back though.” Pretty Boy locked eyes with me. “You ready, killer?”
“Yeah. Let’s do this shit.” I dug in the black backpack and grabbed the lion mask.
“Wait until he’s upstairs and go through the garage door. He didn’t lock it.” His voice was so even-toned like he was giving me directions to the store.
I sat, watching Stan move through his house from the kitchen to the living room, then finally upstairs. Pretty Boy nodded at me and I hopped out of the car, model-walking across the street in my YSLs, sweats, and a Michael Jackson t-shirt.
The inside of Stan’s house still smelled the same and it made bile burn the back of my throat. It didn’t stink but the memories were revolting.
I took my heels off and moved through the house, heading toward the steps. I wanted to move quickly because if I went slowly or made noise, it would add a million outcome possibilities.
I paused at the top of the stairs and tried to breathe beneath that fucking lion mask. I was going to curse King out for making me wear that shit. My heart thumped in a frenzied state as I watched Stan’s shadow move back and forth in the bedroom.
When I heard the bed creak under his weight, I darted off the top step and into his bedroom. He was alone and scared as shit when he saw me pop up.
“Please, I’ll give you what’s in the safe,” he sobbed, holding his hands up. I ignored his crying and walked up on him with my gun drawn and aimed. “Wait…” he said, realization setting in as he took in my tattoos. “Jupit…” I squeezed the trigger before he could finish my name. His head fell to the side, heavy. A dime-sized red hole gave way to a missing chunk of Stan’s face.
I shot him in the head.
It was done.
And he knew it was me.
…
King dropped me off at home so I could change and have some time to myself after killing Stan. I honestly didn’t know how to feel other than relief that the motherfucker who raped me was dead and gone. I’m not perfect by any means and there’s a lot of things in my personality that need work but nobody deserved what Stan and his friends did to me that night.
I peeled off King’s clothes, smelling his scent mix with mine. I paused and drew in a deep long breath, burying my nose in the neck of the shirt. We smelled good together.
Wefeltgood together.
Even though he got on my damn nerves. He was way too controlling and the arrogance was over the top and his anger…
Okay, what was my point again?
Right.
King was annoying.
I still liked fucking him. I liked fucking him a lot.
