Pink Lips, page 6
“Hello,” a voice called out from the entrance of the room, “Uncle Gino?”
“Who the fuck is that?” Willow asked with a whisper.
“I don’t fucking know.” Kail hissed as the lights flashed on.
Melee stood there as her eyes adjusted to the lights. Tears filled her eyes as she looked around the room at the massacre that had taken place only minutes earlier. She dashed for the door when two guns filled her view, pointing directly at her.
The bullet came at the speed of light. Everything started moving slowly around Melee as a pressure forced through her back, exiting her chest. She fell forward, her eyes rolling around in their sockets as a strange feeling of unusual pain took over her. Her lungs produced two more breaths for her until her vision went completely dark. She was dead.
“Let’s go.” Kail tossed the goggles and headed toward the emergency exit.
Willow’s eyes looked at the beautiful woman as blood flowed out of her mouth onto the buffed floor. Willow saw herself in the woman as her lifeless body lay frozen with a bullet inside of her that wasn’t meant for her.
“Willow,” Kail shook her out of the trance, “in and out.”
“I know,” she said as she walked toward the entrance of the room. “I’ll meet you outside in five minutes. I forgot my clutch.”
“Leave it and come on,” Kail suggested.
“I’ll be right out.” Willow disappeared through the doors.
Willow eased through the crowd as she saw her clutch from afar. She leaned over the table and picked it up as an urge to drink took over her. All she wanted was a chilled glass of Grand Marnier.
Willow made her way to the open bar as the images of the woman’s life they had just taken haunted her brain. The woman didn’t even know what she had died for. She was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
“Hennessy straight up,” a voice bellowed next to Willow as she sat down on a stool at the bar, her heel tapping the floor to the beat of the music.
Damn, Willow thought to herself as she eyed the chocolate thug next to her. Their eyes met as he smiled at her, exposing his perfect smile. Willow was impressed by his appearance; a dark-skinned man dressed in all white made her pussy wet, especially since it was designer.
She eyed him once more as he took sips from the cold cocktail glass that the bartender set in front of him. She watched his lips as she wondered what all he could do with them. His hands looked strong as they held the glass and it drove Willow crazy.
“And what can I get for you, pretty lady?” the bartender asked Willow as he gave her all of his attention.
“She’ll have Grand Marnier, straight up,” the chocolate gentleman said as his thuggish charm intrigued Willow.
“Is that so?” the bartender questioned.
“What the fuck did I just say?” the man snapped, feeling disrespected.
“Coming right up.” The bartender’s face turned bloodshot red.
“If that motherfucka spit in my drink, that’s your ass,” Willow said, never looking in his direction.
“No, if dude spit in yo’ drink, that’s his ass. Ya mean? All men are accountable for their own actions.” He took another sip from the light-brown liquid in his glass.
“Agreed.” The bartender set a glass in front of her. “So what made you think that this would be what I wanted?” she asked as she sipped through the straw.
“I know the difference between a woman who would enjoy a forty, and one who would enjoy the taste of Grand Marnier. Seeing that the bracelet around yo’ wrist cost you about one hundred fat boys, I’m sure you never had a forty in yo’ life.” He took a sip of the Hennessy as he undressed her with his eyes.
“You would be right.” Willow rubbed her fingers through her hair.
“So what does the tattoo of that locket on your ring finger mean?” He looked down at her soft, moisturized hands.
“It’s not worth talking about,” she lied. “So what is a man like you doing in Hawaii?” she asked to change the subject.
“I’m working,” he said with a sly grin, “I’m on a job.”
“What kind of job is that?”
“The kind that pretty women like you wouldn’t understand because it involves getting my hands dirty.”
“You’d be surprised.” She stood up, drinking the last of the liqueur through the straw, leaving small traces of her pink lipstick on the tip. “Don’t judge a book by the cover. I’m sure whatever you do is a walk in the park next to my profession.” She smiled and walked away.
“Wait,” he walked after her, “I didn’t get yo’ name.”
“That’s because I didn’t give it to you.”
Willow exited the building as she eyed the blocks for Kail. She needed to get out of there as soon as possible. The last thing she wanted was to be questioned about the surprise that she and Kail had given Mahina and Gino. She didn’t need anyone to remember her face. She looked backward out of the corner of her eye as the man from the bar walked up on her slowly. She smiled as she continued piercing down the dark searing streets.
“I’m Craig,” he said as he stood directly next to her.
“Willow.”
“So do you have a nigga?”
“No, I do not.” A Range Rover with Kail driving pulled up and put her mind at ease.
“I’m only in Hawaii for tonight,” he walked toward the curb, “and, I would love to spend it with you.”
“I don’t even know you.” She opened the door to the car.
“You can get to know me.” He smiled at her.
“If it were any other time, then maybe.” She closed the door as she climbed into the car.
“No number?” he asked as she rolled the window down.
“I’ll make a deal with you; if I ever see you again in life, it’s a date,” she said through the window as the car sped off down the street.
Craig stood there captivated by Willow’s beauty. He had never seen a woman so beautiful in his whole twenty-three years of life. He had a main shorty back home, but for a woman as breathtaking as Willow, he would have replaced her. He wondered if he would ever see her again.
A ripple of screams escaping the doors of the building grabbed Craig’s attention. People running from a mass hysteria, falling and being crushed by others stampeded out of the door. Craig pushed through the crowd as expressions of panic filled the room.
Craig stepped into the room that he saw waitresses point toward as he felt its icy gesture as the air adjusted around him. Sprawled on the ground, covered in blood, was Melee. He looked around the room and eyed the other dead bodies covering the floor.
Ring-Ring-Ring!
The realization struck him like a bullet as his phone started to ring and Rock’s name appeared on the screen. He couldn’t tell him that his attention was focused elsewhere and as a result, his baby girl was murdered. There was no way he could mouth those words to Rock without digging his grave.
He ignored the call as he reached down and picked up Melee’s lifeless body. He needed to get her out of sight before the police showed up and discovered the massacre. The last thing he needed was to be caught on the scene of a bloodbath.
He looked down at Melee’s face as he walked through the emergency exit doors that led to an alleyway. The blood from her wounds stained his white shirt as he walked and thought of a plan. He had to figure out what to do by morning. If he stepped one foot on Philly soil without Melee, he would be killed immediately.
Nine
“You know the plan for Philly, right?” Willow asked Kail as they walked through the double doors of Honolulu International Airport.
“We lay low for some months,” Kail opened her Louis Vuitton luggage to grab their tickets, “then we resurrect The Pink Lip Bandits, and start making some crazy dough again.”
“I mean lay the fuck low, Kail,” Willow warned as they approached the terminal. “We don’t need to make our presence known until shit here cools down.”
“I know.” Kail nodded in agreement. “So are we going to meet up with Nicole, Choice, and everybody else we use to fuck with when we were kids?”
“In due time,” Willow assured.
Kail nodded her head as they stood in the long, bustling terminal. Willow could sense the excitement of tourists and vacationers waiting to be flown to their far-flung dream destinations. But, she couldn’t share that excitement because she was saying goodbye to a place that she had called home for the past fourteen years of her life.
They queued at check-in desks. Willow could see groups of people all with their suitcases talking about the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to travel and what they would do while they were staying in Hawaii. Their faces brimmed with happiness, grinning like Cheshire cats.
As they approached the check-in agent to retrieve their boarding passes and check in their luggage, Willow could feel her stomach pulsating as a piece of her didn’t want to go. She was thinking of all ways possible to tell Kail that they should stay. She wanted to make a scene and scream that she had a bomb just so they wouldn’t board the plane. But, she knew there was nothing left for them in Hawaii, and Philly would be their fresh start. Philly would be the beginning of their new lives.
After passing through the security checkpoint, they settled in the waiting area.
“G-15 is departing in fifteen minutes. G-15 is departing in fifteen minutes.” The speaker called out to let them know it was time to board after they had waited an hour in the uncomfortable blue connected chairs.
After boarding, the flight attendant pointed toward first-class as Kail and Willow located their plush seats.
“Would you ladies care for something to drink?” she asked with a smile.
“Something strong.” Kail yawned as she leaned back into her neck pillow that she had brought on the plane.
“And, for you?” the same flight attendant asked.
“She’ll have Grand Marnier,” a voice interrupted from behind.
Willow turned her head as Craig walked into first-class, his eyes locked on her. She smiled on the inside, never changing her facial expression. She eyed him as the sound of the Timberlands stomping on his feet got closer and closer. She basked in his scent as he took the seat across from her. His smooth, dark Egyptian-like skin shined as he made himself comfortable for the eight-hour flight.
“Now if I recall, you said if we ever met again in life, it was a date.” Craig smiled at Willow. “So what’s up, shorty?”
“I said that had it been a coincidence, but it seems like you’re stalking me.”
“Stalking? Girl, I am Philadelphia. What you know about my city?” Craig asked as he looked at the flight attendant. “I’ll have—”
“Hennessy,” Willow finished his sentence.
“You remembered?”
“I have the mind of an elephant, Craig.” She looked at Kail, who was now snoring. “I remember everything.”
“I see.” He looked past Willow. “Damn, shorty cuttin’ up.” He laughed.
“Hey, now leave my baby sister alone.” Willow chuckled. “She’s tired; we had a very long day.”
The sound of the captain advising everyone to fasten their seatbelts over the intercom interrupted their conversation. Willow could hear the engines start to roar as she got pushed gently back in her seat as the plane accelerated to over 140 miles per hour.
When the plane lifted in the air, she could feel a slightly different push against her seat since the plane was accelerating forward but also upward. After a minute, the engines started to quiet down and slowly level off.
Willow watched out the window as the plane started to reach its altitude. She wanted to lie back and relax, but knew she couldn’t with Craig sitting across from her and Kail snoring next to her.
Craig was not paying attention to her at the moment. He was playing with his sunglasses that hung from his shirt’s front pocket. He was waiting for the plane to get up in the clouds. He loved the view of the beautiful sky. When Willow took a deep breath and looked out the window again, they were high in the sky, and she could see what had silenced Craig. Her breath was taken away.
“This view is relaxing,” Craig said. “It gives you a reason to take yo’ mind off that other bullshit.”
“I know what you mean, and right now I need something to clear my mind,” Willow said as she continued to gaze out of the window.
“What could be pressing a woman like you who seems to have it all?” he asked.
“I told you earlier that you’d be surprised about the life that I live.”
“You’d feel the same way about me,” Craig assured. “Damn, I wish I had some Mary Jane right now.”
“You got a rillo?” Willow raised her eyebrow at him.
“Straight up.” He looked at her. “If you about to ask me what I think you’re about to ask me, you truly are a completely different shorty than what I thought.”
“I told you.” Willow pulled a small sack of dark green leaves out of her clothing and tossed it his way. “Don’t judge the inside of a book without having read it.”
“How we gon’ fire this up?” he asked with a smile.
“Here,” she said as she tossed him the pack of matches that she’d pulled the staple out of to get it past the detectors, “roll that shit up.”
“You crazy as hell.” Craig threw the weed and box of matches back at her. “You gon’ have a nigga in some handcuffs for real, fucking with you.”
“Scared?” Willow questioned.
“I’m just smart, shawty.” Craig pulled out two pills from his pocket and handed one to Willow. “This will do the same thing that weed will do.”
“What is it?”
“Something that won’t have the air marshal harassing us.” Craig put the pill in his mouth, using the chilled Hennessy as a chaser. Willow followed his lead.
Willow and Craig talked almost the whole flight as they enjoyed each other’s company. Secrets that they’d promised never to tell anyone were discussed with no judgment with how they made their money being the exception. In a matter of hours, they went from feeling like strangers to potnas that had known each other since the sandbox. Their chemistry was magnetic.
“That pill made me horny as hell,” Willow blurted out as she reached over and touched Craig’s leg while sipping the liquid that danced around the glass she was holding through a straw. She had paid the two first-class flight attendants to keep the drinks coming, and they were doing just that.
“I feel you.” Craig put the rim of the glass to his lips and sipped. “You should let me handle that fo’ ya.”
“You wouldn’t know what to do with it.” Willow seductively stood up. “I have to use the little girl’s room. I’ll be right back.”
Willow swayed down the aisle as Craig’s eyes watched her booty go up and down in the small dress around her frame. He stood up, letting lust take over his mind as he walked down the aisle following her every move. She could feel him behind her; it’s exactly what she wanted him to do.
“It’s one at a time.” Willow looked back at Craig with her glossy eyes; his body on hers as they stood outside of the small airplane bathroom.
“Go inside.” He moved her body with his from behind. “I wanna show you something.”
Willow willingly accepted his offer as they went into the small, compact room. They were standing close together facing each other; the room was warm. He gazed into her eyes, gently kissed her forehead, then she raised her head to the kissing position, put her arms around him and was breathing heavily with her head resting on his shoulders. His hands wandered toward her breasts, and she moved a bit tighter with her lower limbs, and heaved a huge sigh.
He brushed his fingers across her shoulders, letting the straps of her dress fall. Pulling her into a gentle embrace, his lips caressed hers as they tumbled into the toilet, her long hair framing her perfect face. Running his hands down her curvaceous body, Craig looked deep into her greenish-brown eyes and knew that in a matter of hours, he had fallen in love. Slowly, they took turns removing each other’s clothing; until all that separated them was Willow’s excited breathing blowing gently on his chest.
Craig leaned down and licked on her breast as his fingers explored the diamond between Willow’s legs. He slowly went in and out with his fingers as he felt her body tense up. He took his fingers out of her pussy as he picked her body up, her pussy now directly in his face. He licked on it, and slowly nibbled on her pearl making her lose her senses until he felt her release her juices onto his tongue.
Craig massaged all eight inches of his massive manhood as he slowly guided Willow onto it. Sucking and biting on her breast, he went in and out of her, her moans soft and gentle as she fucked him back and rode him with intensity. She could feel him in the bottom of her stomach as the feeling was electrifying.
Willow turned around on Craig’s pole with it still inside of her. She started throwing her ass back into his dick as she controlled her muscles to get tighter. As Craig sped up, so did she, knowing that he would nut soon. Grabbing her hair, Craig went as far in her as he could go as he released his spawn deep inside of her.
“I don’t usually do this.” Willow looked back at him, his member still inside of her. “I don’t want you to think I’m a hoe.”
“I know what kind of woman you are.” Craig pulled out of her and wiped himself off with an undershirt he had planned to dispose of.
The captain buzzed over the speaker. “We will be making our landing into Philadelphia International Airport in approximately twenty minutes. Please fasten your seat belts and make sure your trays are in an upright and locked position. Do not leave your seats until we are safely at the gate. Thank you for flying Honolulu Airlines.”
Craig studied Willow’s face for a moment as she put the strap of her dress over her shoulder. Her eyes seemed to roam around the tiny restroom as if she was expecting something to happen. She stood there as he saw regret on her face. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy it; it was good. It was the fact that she was feeling him just as much, and felt like she’d given it up too soon.
