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“It’s telling me you want me, baby. Tonight is your night.” We both broke into a fit of laughter as I finished wrapping his leg.
“You keep playing with me, and I’m gon’ throw this ass back on your cute, old ass.”
“You promise?”
I laughed again, tossing everything in the trash. “Goodnight, Mr. Jenkins.”
“Goodnight, beautiful.”
I walked out of the room after washing my hands, preparing to end my shift and go home for the night. I was off for the next two days, so I planned to have some much-needed fun.
4
Ahmad
Swallowing the last bite of my turkey burger, I doused my hands with sanitizer then tossed my trash in the bag. I guzzled down my water and tossed that in the bag too as I sat outside of Lila Peterson’s home. I had been sitting on her for two days. Nothing really seemed out of the ordinary with her. I noticed that she always went straight home from work. She always entered the house through the back door and never came out. An unfamiliar car pulled into her backyard at 3:00 p.m. every Monday through Friday.
My guess was that she was a house sitter. I didn’t need anyone else involved in me snatching her up, so I knew the only way to get her was either leaving her job or while she was sleeping—which she seemed to never fucking do. The light to what I assumed was her bedroom stayed on into the wee hours of the morning. They would shut off around four or five in the morning. The same car would pull in and leave out fifteen minutes later, then she would leave out for work an hour later.
After bumping into her at the hospital, I now had a clear visual of the woman that I was trying so desperately not to be attracted to. Her picture didn’t do her a lick of justice because I felt like I had just been blessed by an angel. I couldn’t let this distract me from my mission, so my gangsta had to always stay on with her.
Like clockwork, Lila’s SUV pulled into the back of the house as I watched her go in through the back. Ten minutes passed before the house sitter walked out of the house and that was my cue to get prepared. The name of the game was patience. Even though she kept her light on all night, I knew at some point she had to fall asleep. There was no way she could do twelve straight hours and not go to bed. I decided to wait until around midnight before I made my move.
At 11:59 p.m., I entered Lila’s home through the back door that led me into an open kitchen. It was quiet, so I assumed she was finally asleep. I opened the refrigerator because my ass got hungry after sitting outside waiting on her ass to pass out from the heavy dose of melatonin I put inside of her juice earlier. As I browsed the fridge for some lunch meat, I saw little Danimal yogurts, Lunchables, and jellos.
I frowned because I just knew her grown ass wasn’t ’round here eating like a five-year-old. Moving some stuff around, I spotted the hard salami and opened the pack. I was tempted to throw some bread and mayo with it, but I was pressed for time. I slid a couple pieces from the package, grabbed a yogurt and a bottled water, then placed everything back how it was before—facing everything forward.
Closing the refrigerator door, I stuffed the meat in my mouth and went browsing. I checked the doors on the first level, coming up empty. I went inside the living room and was impressed with how nice and clean it was. She had nice teal and white furniture with splashes of gold. There were photos on the mantle of the fake fireplace. I looked at the photos and smirked a little at how cute her ass was.
When my eyes landed on a photo of her holding a baby in her arms, that smirk left my face. My eyes went from photo to photo of her and the same little baby displaying each milestone from birth to now. I immediately pulled out my burner phone and sent a text alert to my brother. I knew his ass was up because I had just talked to him about wiring my money before I even came inside.
Me: Bruh, she has a kid??? Why the fuck didn’t you tell me that?
Ash: I wasn’t aware of a kid. He never said anything about that.
Me: Fuck, Ash. What the fuck have you gotten me into?
Ash: I swear I didn’t know, Ahmad, I would never blindside you like that.
Me: How the hell am I supposed to haul both of their asses out of here? Tell that nigga the fucking price just went up! I need ten more on top of that 100k! Now I gotta work extra hard to get them up outta here. Fuck he think this is? Sesame Street?
Ash: I honestly don’t think he knows.
Me: You know him or sumn?
Ash: Not personally, no.
Me: Then how the fuck would you know what he knows? Never mind, just get my money from that nigga. He could have done this shit himself.
I turned the burner off then proceeded up the stairs—being sure to walk light. The first door I came upon was lavender with a big gold M on it. It had little pictures of things she drew. I had to admit that I was impressed. For what I assumed was a six-year-old, she had nice skills. Deciding to grab the big fish first, I walked to the next door that was cracked and had a light shining from it. I pushed it open slowly, seeing the thick ass beauty queen sprawled across the bed in nothing but some boy shorts and a bra.
The way her ass sat up so round and perfect. I knew I had to sweep through my contact list and find an old ho to slide in when this shit was over. Noticing a waste basket next to the bed, I tossed my trash inside then pulled the duct tape from my pocket. I hated this shit. I didn’t want to fuck with this lady, but my stupid ass brother just had to come fucking up my peace.
The melatonin I gave her was just a sedative, so I knew once I touched her, she was going to wake up. Quickly and swiftly, I straddled her back and grabbed her wrists. Almost immediately she jumped out of her sleep. She started bucking and tried to scream but I put my hand over her mouth.
“Shhh. I’m going to ask you real nicely to not make this shit hard for either of us. If you comply, no one will get hurt,” I whispered in her ear as she cried. “Now I’m going to remove my hand from your mouth. Can you promise not to scream?”
She didn’t say anything.
