Teri Woods - Angel's Revenge

They left the room and descended to the floor below. The smell of acid death was nauseating. Niggas were dying in so much agony that Capo randomly executed the groaning bodies and put them out of their misery.

“He… help me…” a dying hustler begged, green vomit on his chin. Capo lifted the gun to his face and helped him with a bullet to the head.

Angel saw that Roll’s body had landed on top of two poisoned dead bodies. He was still alive. Angel kneeled beside him and removed the chain from his neck. She held up Dutch’s chain with lust in her eyes. The jewels winked at her. She kissed the dragon.

“Welcome home.”

“Fuck you… bitch… Kill me, you piece of shit,” Roll moaned.

Angel ignored his plea for death, her eyes set on the dragon chain. “Finish him.”

Goldilocks spread out and began pouring alcohol every-where, on live and dead bodies alike. Angel approached Capo.

“ Tu verlo! Tu verlo? This is what happens when you slip. In this game, nothing else matters. Any weakness can be exploited! You understand?”

Capo looked around at the squirming bodies. It was a sight he would never forget. “ Si ,” he replied solemnly.

Angel studied his eyes for any weakness in him. Satisfied, she patted his cheek and kissed him on the forehead.

“La familia.”

Angel placed the chain around her neck, feeling the weight of it against her breasts. Goldilocks approached her and said, “It’s done.”

Angel lit a cigarette with a wooden match, grabbed half a bottle of Remy, stood over Roll, and emptied it on him. “Happy birthday, nigga. Let me see you blow out this candle.”

As she strolled away, she tossed the match over her shoulder. Roll watched the small deadly flame arc through the air and land on his chest. In seconds, he was a human inferno.

“Noooo!” he shrieked as his flesh ignited.

From his body, the flames spread through the club, and cries of pain and the odor of burning bodies filled the air. Angel, Capo, and Goldilocks turned and exited Hell.

By the time they reached the Jag the club was fully engulfed in flames.

In one night, Angel had succeeded in doing what had taken Dutch a month to accomplish. She had locked down the streets without firing a single shot. She had proven that pussy was the most dangerous weapon of all.

Goldilocks caressed Angel’s thigh. “You were right. Pussy does control the game.”

She kissed Angel on the cheek, then on the neck, then put her knees in the seat and faced Angel’s lap. Angel cocked her right knee up on the gearshift, giving Goldilocks easy access to her golden sweetness.

While Angel was celebrating her success orally, back in Newark Roll’s final order was being carried out.

Salahudeen closed up his martial arts shop and pulled the metal awning down over the window. He squatted to lock it in position. His fingers worked unconsciously as he thought of Rahman. Salahudeen didn’t disagree with Rahman’s tactics, only the motive he felt was behind them. He felt Rahman was losing focus on the overall goal and getting caught up in the objectives designed to obtain them. He planned on having a long talk with him.

“Yo, nigga!”

Salahudeen’s razor-sharp instincts told him to react. He reached for his gun and spun out of his squat in one smooth motion, ready to blaze, but he was met by four assassins, all dressed in black and carrying AR-15s.

BBBRRRAAAAHHHHH!

A chorus of flying bullets sang Sal to sleep. His body jerked and twisted like a puppet on a string.

When the gunbursts finally ended, he fell to the ground.

“There is no God but Allah, and Muhammad is his messenger…” Salahudeen spoke before closing his eyes for good.

Dwight and Nina lay in bed, both staring at the oscillating ceiling fan, lost in their own thoughts.

Their relationship was rapidly deteriorating. They didn’t laugh and joke like they used to, and every date seemed to be more tense and awkward. Their sex life was all but nonexistent. It had all started to go downhill ever since Nina’s birthday. For whatever reason, things had taken a turn for the worse.

Dwight thought it all stemmed from his marriage proposal. He had taken the biggest step of his life the night he asked Nina to marry him. But judging by the following weeks, it was also the biggest mistake of his life.

Nina remained torn between reality and hope. The reality was that she had a good man who cared for her, who vowed his commitment to her on bent knees. And even though she had accepted Dwight’s proposal, her hope for Dutch ate at her incessantly. Her long-dead feelings were attacking her with a vengeance.

What if?

In his absence, Dutch loomed larger in her life than he had when he was with her. Thoughts of him consumed her to the point that she could no longer make love to Dwight. But then, she had never really been making love to Dwight, insisting that he turn off the lights to help her fantasies unfold. She couldn’t reach orgasm with Dwight, but the mere thought of Dutch fucking her aroused her and moistened her desire day and night.

It had gotten to the point that she cringed at the thought of Dwight. Even his touch made her uncomfortable. She felt like she was being unfaithful to her dreams, her hopes, herself, and, of course, Dutch.

They lay in bed like inmates of a glass house, scared to throw stones and shatter the illusion of their relationship.

“You know… we can’t go on like this,” Dwight said softly.

“You’re right.”

“Baby, I’ve searched my heart and my mind, trying to… It’s like it just happened… I wonder if I did something to trigger this, whatever it is between us…” Dwight struggled to find the words. “Do you love me?” he finally asked, leaning on an elbow, peering through the dark at her.

“Yes,” Nina answered, wanting to want to love him.

“Do you still… want to… to marry me?”

“I do…” Nina replied, wishing that she could.

“But?” he probed. He detected hesitation in her reply.

Nina sat up, pushing a wisp of hair from her face, and wrapped her arms around her knees.

“Dwight… so much has been going on lately that it’s just…” She sighed. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Dwight leaned forward and caressed her cheek and smiled sweetly. “How can I understand if you won’t talk to me? Haven’t I always been a good listener?”

She looked into the comfort of his brown eyes and wished she had never known Dutch so she’d be free to love this wonderful man. But Dutch had a lock on her heart and refused to release the key.

“I’m not sure I understand myself.”

“Whatever it is, it hasn’t changed how you feel about me, because you do love me and I do make you happy. Right?”

Happy?

Happiness was something she hadn’t truly felt for a long time. Nina knew she was being unfair to Dwight by not telling him the truth but she couldn’t let him go, because she didn’t want to lose him. She felt selfish, greedy, guilty. She felt many feelings, but happiness wasn’t one of them.

“Nina… do I?” he asked again, feeling a tightness in his chest because she didn’t answer.

Nina lowered her head and buried her face in her knees. Dwight put his feet on the floor, his back to her, and palmed his face.

“So when did I stop making you happy, Nina? When I put that ring on your finger?”

Nina heard bitterness in his tone. She lifted her head and attempted to speak.

“Dwight, I don’t know. I…”

Dwight stood up and faced her. “No, Nina. I really wanna know. Was it when I asked you to be my wife? When I thought enough about us and what we have to want to commit to it, to you, to us, for the rest of my life? Is that what made you so unhappy?”