Killer Dolls, Part 1, page 16
part #1 of Killer Dolls Series
“Brandi, that’s business,” he said.
“So you gotta step outside and sit in your truck to talk about business?”
“You know me. It’s business, and you need to shut up about this,” he said with a stern look. “You know I’m a busy man. You know I got money in the street that needs to be collected. You think I want you all in my business? You see this truck? It’s my fuckin’ office.”
She pouted and then pivoted and walked away.
When Brandi was back in the house, B Scientific jumped back on his cell phone and dialed the number again.
When she answered, he said, “So, where were we?”
“Ya were tryin’ to get wit’ me,” Aoki said.
“I was, right. I definitely want to see you again. I can’t stop thinking about you, Aoki. So when and where?”
“Ya tell me.”
“Tomorrow. I’ll come get you. Just let me know where you want me to pick you up from.”
“Okay, tomorrow me will call you.”
“You do that, baby girl.”
B Scientific hung up and smiled. He was excited about seeing her again.
***
B Scientific had flawless black skin and deep, stirring eyes. His physique was strong like a bull, and his swag made her want to get to know him better, both physically and mentally. She fixed her eyes on B Scientific as he pulled his shirt over his head and exposed his rock-hard abs. There was no denying it. He had the body of a god. She wanted to touch him everywhere, but there was time for that. In fact, they had all the time in the world.
B Scientific had gotten them a suite at the Marriott in the city, with a king-size bed and a large overstuffed sofa in an adjacent room. The suite was fitted with a marble bath featuring a deep soaker tub, a large flat-screen TV, and twenty-four-hour room service.
It’d been months since Aoki had sex. She was excited about this evening.
He stepped to her, eyeing her sexy body as she stood in front of him in her panties and bra.
Before he could wrap his arms around her, she said to him, “You know me love AZ. He’s me childhood sweetheart, and me not leaving him, B Scientific. Not for anyt’ing or anyone.”
“Cool. Because I don’t plan on leaving Brandi. However, tonight you belong to me, Aoki, and AZ and Brandi don’t have to find out about us. Let’s just enjoy each other.”
They kissed each other fervently, and his hands groped her body. Aoki took his hard flesh into her manicured hand and stroked his penis, which felt like a steel pipe protruding from her small fist.
B Scientific shoved his tongue deeper down her throat, and their bodies pressed together heatedly as she jerked him off and felt him throbbing like a heartbeat.
He scooped Aoki into his masculine arms, and she straddled him. He tossed her onto the bed and dove between her open legs, tearing off her panties and sinking his face into her pussy. He tunneled his long tongue inside of her, causing her to squirm and moan. He tasted her clit and massaged her vagina walls.
Aoki’s legs quivered as she bit down on her bottom lip, her body washed with stimulating pleasure. B Scientific became a beast while eating her pussy out, causing a wave of pleasure to sweep over her body.
He tore open a Magnum condom, rolled it back onto his thick, long length and positioned himself between Aoki’s spread legs and slowly started sinking his dick into her liquid heat, which was dripping with excitement. She wrapped her legs around him. Their kisses were erotic and passionate. He stroked gently inside of her. They fucked position after position, and the last position was the one with Aoki riding his big dick as she straddled his body with her thighs pressed tightly against his sides. B Scientific had his hands full with the curves of her backside. She grinded against him, leaning forward with her hands pressed against his chest and felt his erection bringing her closer to an orgasm.
“I’m gonna come!” she cried out. She held on tight with his dick firmly inside of her, thrusting, and it made her feel like she was floating on air.
She suddenly felt her breath leave her lungs as she came suddenly, her body quivering on top of B Scientific’s, her fingernails digging into him for support. She screamed out in passion and was literally breathless.
He got his too, and they both collapsed against each other, looking pleased and wanting to start off round two soon.
***
Several hours later, Aoki got dressed while B Scientific lay in bed watching her every movement. He wanted her to stay longer, but she had to go back home to AZ.
It had been a pleasurable and memorable night. They’d fucked for hours, matching each other with stamina, and Aoki had multiple orgasms. The dick was good. His dick was so good.
When Aoki was fully dressed, B Scientific removed himself from the bed naked, his flaccid penis still looking impressive as he walked toward her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug.
Just being against his hard, strong flesh made Aoki want to undress again and fuck some more. But she didn’t want to spoil him.
“Call me when you get home, okay? I want to make sure you’re safe.”
“Me will.”
He kissed her forehead and then her lips. Then she pulled herself away from his naked flesh and made her exit. The grin she carried was so wide it stretched from ear to ear.
***
They met two days later in another ritzy hotel in the city and fucked each other’s brains out. Then, a week later, the same thing. Aoki couldn’t get enough of B Scientific, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
***
“Ooooh shit! I’m gonna come, baby,” Emilio cried out.
Aoki continued to grind her hips into him, riding his dick, pleasing him fully.
Emilio gripped her hips and started to make faces, her legs clamped around him and her pussy locked tight, contracting. She leaned forward and kissed his neck.
“Oh shit, girl! Oh shit! You feel so fuckin’ good!” he cried out.
Aoki started breathing faster. She was about to come too. Aoki started to speed up. Emilio spanked her ass and it felt like his dick was inside her stomach.
“Fuck me!” she yelled. “Fuck me, baby!”
They both soon reached the point of no return.
Emilio grasped Aoki’s sweaty hips and conveyed his soul as they exploded together and then collapsed beside each other, breathless.
The next half hour was strictly pillow talk. It was the summer, and business was always slow in the summer. Students were back home with family, and his customers had dwindled down to maybe a half a dozen, so Emilio spent most of his time working part-time in the city or in Brooklyn keeping Aoki company. She didn’t mind. She managed to juggle both men and was great at it.
TWENTY-FIVE
They were soaking themselves deeply in the street life with their kills, but at the end of the day, Aoki, Rihanna, and Tisa were still young girls at heart. They still liked teenage things—boys, clothes, hip-hop, and 106 & Park on BET. They still laughed and had their silly antics. They had crushes and dreams.
Tisa and Rihanna were smoking weed, and Aoki was smoking her cigarette. They all were chilling in Rihanna’s living room watching Love & Hip Hop: New York. It was one of their favorite shows. New York was their favorite, because it was their home, and Atlanta was their second favorite. But Love & Hip Hop: Hollywood, they felt, was corny and wack.
“Yo, I can’t stand that bitch Erica,” Tisa said. “I swear, if she was doin’ that bullshit around here, that bitch woulda been cut.”
“I know, right?” Rihanna agreed.
“Fake-ass bitch!” Tisa said.
They were glued to the newest episode. The two of them had reconciled with each other, putting the Staten Island incident behind them.
“Now, Yandy, she looks like she’s a cool bitch,” Rihanna said.
“I know. But why she fuckin’ wit’ a bird nigga like Mendeecees. He looks like a cornball. You know I heard that he had a small dick.”
They laughed.
Aoki sat there with a lot on her mind, from B Scientific to Emilio.
Tisa asked, “You okay, Aoki?”
“Me fine,” she said.
“What’s on your mind?” Rihanna asked.
Aoki looked at them both and said, “If me tell ya someting, can ya keep it ah secret?”
Rihanna and Tisa glanced at each other and then looked back at Aoki. It had to be something juicy.
Rihanna said, “Yeah, you know you can trust us, Aoki. Shit, we kept one secret for how many years now?” she added, referring to the dead bodies still concealed in her backyard.
“You got drama?” Tisa asked.
“No drama.”
“Then what is it?”
“Okay. I’m fuckin’ B Scientific.”
“Whoa! What?” Tisa said, taken aback by the news.
“What happened to AZ?” Rihanna asked.
“Him still around.”
“So ya cheatin’ on him?”
Aoki, not wanting to expose AZ’s secret, simply said, “It’s complicated.”
“What’s complicated about it?” Tisa said. “I thought y’all were childhood sweethearts and finally decided to make things official.”
“How did you get wit’ B Scientific, girl?” Rihanna asked.
Aoki sighed. She expected the questions from her friends. She started dishing the details on how good his dick was.
Tisa felt some type of way. Why did she have to have AZ and B Scientific too? Why were two of the finest men in Brooklyn chasing her?
Aoki continued talking about B Scientific. She was glowing when discussing him. Her friends could see the contentment all in her face.
“Me tink he’s in love wit’ me.”
Unbeknownst to them, Gena was eavesdropping from the kitchen, listening to every word Aoki was saying about her relationship with B Scientific. Hearing that, she marched into the room, suddenly making her presence known. “B Scientific has a bitch already, so how is he in love wit’ you?”
It was stunning to see Gena take up for a woman that she didn’t know. Aoki was caught off guard. She knew about Brandi, but she didn’t care. Nor did she think telling her friends about B Scientific was going to lead to this. She also planned on telling them about Emilio, however Gena’s interruption had stopped all further disclosures.
“Him don’t love her,” she stated.
“What makes you think that, Aoki? Huh? What? You think because you givin’ him some pussy that he supposed to leave his woman?” Gena said gruffly, with an intense stare.
“Ma, chill,” Rihanna said.
“Nah, fuck that! Who this bitch think she is anyway, tryin’ to break up someone’s happy home? Aoki, don’t you already got a man, from my understanding? Ain’t you fuckin’ wit’ AZ? Huh? You is a dumb bitch to fuck up a good thing. But you know what, I guess that’s what stupid sluts do.”
“Ma, what is wrong wit’ you?” Rihanna shouted.
“Ain’t shit wrong wit’ me! And mind ya fuckin’ business, Ri-Ri!”
Aoki scowled at Gena. She was tempted to pull out her pocketknife and plunge it into Gena’s neck. She saw the jealousy in Gena’s eyes. That bitch didn’t know who she was fucking with.
Rihanna saw the tension and drama escalating in the room and tried to calm things down. She shouted to her mother, “You need to stay out of people’s business!”
“Fuck that bitch!” Gena glared at Aoki.
“Ya know what,” Aoki spat, standing abruptly and glaring back at Gena, itching to really hurt her.
“What, bitch? What the fuck you gonna do, Aoki?” Gena shouted, egging Aoki on.
Tisa sat and stayed out of the drama. She agreed with her mother all the way, but she wasn’t about to let Aoki know that.
Rihanna found herself in between her best friend and her mother, desperately trying to keep the peace in the room. Tisa wasn’t doing a damn thing but sitting there looking amused.
“Ri-Ri, check ya mudda before me hurt her!”
“Ma, just chill!” Rihanna screamed.
“Ya know what, me gone. Me don’t need dis shit,” Aoki said, pivoting away from Gena and Rihanna and leaving the apartment suddenly. If she didn’t, she was going to end up killing Gena.
After Aoki left, Gena looked at her daughters and proclaimed, “I don’t want y’all hanging out wit’ that bitch anymore. She’s a slut and a fuckin’ whore. I’m telling y’all, that bitch is bad news.”
“And what that makes me, Ma? Huh? Because I damn sure fucked a lot more niggas than her. And you have the audacity to talk!”
“She’s right, Ri-Ri,” Tisa said, backing up Gena’s words.
“What? Are you serious, Tisa?”
“I’m saying, why Aoki got to have it all, huh? We always have her back, protecting her secrets and doin’ what she says. What about us, huh?”
Rihanna couldn’t believe it. She figured that they both were jealous of Aoki, but she didn’t understand why her mother was going after Aoki for no damn reason. It didn’t make any sense to her.
Rather than continue this fruitless argument, Rihanna stormed into her room and slammed her door shut.
“Slam another door around here and see if I don’t put my foot square up your ass!” Gena screamed.
TWENTY-SIX
Multiple police sirens blared through the streets of Brownsville. A young girl was shot in the head at point-blank range at the corner of Rockaway Avenue and Dumont. Her body was face down out in front of Wah Yung Chinese takeout place. It wasn’t a robbery, just a brazen killing. A hooded stranger hastily approached the beautiful, young girl as she stepped out of the Chinese food place and shot her dead—one shot to the head and several to her body.
Cop cars and homicide detectives flooded the scene trying to question witnesses and survey the area. They didn’t have the woman’s identity yet. She was well dressed and pretty.
The streets were talking, saying it was finally payback for Greasy Dee’s murder. It’d been months since the incident, but now that Polo was home and healthy again, revenge was inevitable. The streets were saying that Greasy Dee and Polo had been set up by three pretty, well-dressed bitches. One of them was dark skinned with long, black hair and looked like a baby doll.
Two homicide cops, Detective Williams and Surdak crouched near the dead body and examined the victim with their latex gloves. They took in everything about her. She was sprawled face down on the concrete, her blood pooling underneath her, turning the sidewalk into a crimson stain. She was clean cut, and she had no visible tattoos.
“Who was she?” Detective Surdak asked.
The first cop to respond to the shooting shrugged. “Don’t know. Witnesses say she was leaving the place, and a man approached and shot her multiple times. First shot was to her head.”
“This was a revenge killing for something,” Detective Williams said. “Our pretty face must have upset someone around here.”
Without any ID, the cops didn’t have much to go on. The locals didn’t know who she was. Either she wasn’t from the area, or she wasn’t well known.
They continued to investigate the crime scene. Detective Williams knew he needed to reach out to one of his snitches to find out what was going on. He thought about Polo, who had been out of the hospital for weeks. His gut instincts told him he had something to do with the young woman’s death.
The coroner came and took the body off the corner. The looky-loos were whispering and gossiping to each other deep behind the yellow crime scene tape. But they refused to talk to the police.
Detective Williams looked at their faces from a distance. He knew someone knew something.
***
A week later, another homicide happened in the stairwell of the Howard Houses on Mother Gaston Boulevard. The victim had been shot multiple times inside the fifth-floor stairwell. Sink’s body lay bloody, slumped in the dim light, a half-dozen cops surrounding him, including Detectives Williams and Surdak.
It was all connected somehow, Detective Williams told himself. It was all connected to Polo.
***
Aoki heard the news about Theresa’s and Sink’s murders. The streets were talking, saying Theresa and Aoki resembled each other greatly. Aoki was no fool. Sink and Theresa knew each other. She lived in the same building, but she was a quiet girl in college. She always minded her business and kept to herself. Aoki knew it was Polo striking back. He’d mistakenly murdered the wrong girl. Now it was her time to retaliate before it was too late.
Polo had been showing his face again in Brooklyn, making his presence known. He had gotten his weight up physically, and he and his crew were on the hunt. It was no secret that Polo had been cruising around Brooklyn looking for the girls who’d tried to kill him. He put money on the table for anyone who had intel on their whereabouts.
Aoki couldn’t wait any longer. She made it a priority to go after Polo. It was now or never. She met up with her crew and gave them the rundown about the murders and Polo. And, of course, they were worried, especially Tisa.
Aoki was willing to pay for information, anything that could lead her to Polo. She offered two large, courtesy of AZ. It didn’t take long before someone took the bait and approached her with reliable information about him.
“He likes to hang out at this strip club in the Bronx called Limelight with this stripper named Dawn,” a male associate of Polo told her.
She paid him his money. Everyone had a price, and loyalty was only a word.
Aoki was ready to use the information. She and her crew drove to the Bronx and observed the place on the sly.
The source was accurate—it didn’t take them long to spot Polo exiting the strip club with a shapely black woman with long, golden locks. They climbed into a Lexus and drove away.
Aoki followed them cautiously, determined to finish this. She followed them into the city, driving through Harlem. They ended up on the east side of town on Madison Avenue. Aoki watched Dawn and Polo walk into a busy restaurant, where patrons dined inside and outside on the sidewalk on a balmy, summer night.
