Murderville 2: The Epidemic (12 page)

“What do you mean?” Liberty replied as she cut a piece of steak and put it in her mouth.

“Come on, Liberty. You know exactly what I’m talking about. The kiss,” he said.

“Oh, the kiss,” she said as she dropped her head and blushed with a smile.

“I can’t lie. I kind of enjoyed it,” Po admitted.

“I did too,” she confessed as she looked into his eyes. It seemed as if Po was looking straight through her. His piercing eyes were sincere and so warm. It made her heart flutter, and that was a feeling she hadn’t experienced in quite some time. Not since A’shai had shared special moments with her.

They both locked eyes and seemed to stare into each other’s soul. There was nothing being said aloud, but their eyes communicated perfectly. Po wiped his mouth and stood up, and Liberty did the same. It was as if she was having an out-of-body experience. Po slowly walked toward her and put his hands on her hips. Liberty looked up at Po, and that’s when Po went for it. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against hers. Slowly he slipped his tongue inside of her warm inviting mouth and began to kiss her passionately. Liberty wrapped her arms around his neck and felt her panties begin to get wet.

Po scooped her up, palming her plump cheeks as she wrapped her legs around his body. He carried her to the kitchen sink and continued to kiss her. Liberty felt her clitoris begin to throb intensely. She hadn’t given herself to a man in a very long time, and honestly, it never crossed her mind because she was mending a broken heart.

Suddenly, Samad’s face popped into her mind as she flashed to the brutal rape that she had endured at his hand. She wanted to hesitate. She was unsure if she was ready, but Po was intoxicating, and she found him hard to resist. She didn’t want to think before she acted. Liberty threw caution to the wind as her clitoris throbbed, her nipples stiffened up, and she couldn’t control her hands.

She quickly pulled off Po’s shirt, exposing his tattooed chest. She then reached down to her love-box and began to touch herself. It was neatly shaven and swollen from her wanting. She had no panties on so it was easy access. Her vagina lips were glazed with her juices, and her erect clitoris slightly peeked out of her thick lips. The sight of her nakedness alone made Po’s manhood become rock-hard. Liberty looked down and saw the thick imprint of his dick through his boxer briefs and licked her lips in anticipation.

“It’s so thick,” she admired as Po began to stroke her clitoris with his thumb.

He then dropped to his knees and tongue kissed her box sensually. He took his time as he maneuvered his tongue with precision. His warm tongue sent delicious chills through Liberty’s body as she arched her back in pleasure. She threw her head back and gripped the top of Po’s head
as he gave her oral sex. His tongue expertly moved from side to side and up and down as he slipped two fingers inside of her. He slowly began to finger her while stimulating her love button with his tongue. Liberty hadn’t felt that good feeling in so long. She was ready to explode just that quickly.

She pushed his head away, wanting him inside of her, and Po did not hesitate. He slid his boxer briefs off and slid inside of her, drowning in her wetness. He began to slowly stroke her, going as deep as he could. He palmed her ass cheeks tightly as he pulled her close to his body with each thrust.

“Ooh, Po. You on my spot,” she crooned as she dug her nails into his back and bit her bottom lip, which was only motivation for Po to go harder.

The sounds of his balls smacking against her anus filled the air, and they were both in bliss as they sexed away. Po slid out of her and quickly sat on the kitchen chair. Liberty straddled him and her wet vagina engulfed her thick ride. She began to slowly move her body like a snake as she rode him like he was a stallion. He gripped and sucked her supple breasts as she worked him. Liberty felt a long overdue orgasm approaching and began to bounce up and down, smacking his pelvis with each landing. She felt an explosion coming, and so did Po. They were both approaching their orgasm at the same time. They gripped each other tightly and moaned in pleasure as Liberty continued to bounce away. The built-up tension made the sex that much better as they both chased their sexual release.
They erupted together, and Po released his fluids inside of Liberty’s womb. His body went limp, and he stretched out his legs and curled his toes. Liberty collapsed onto him, and they both remained silent while breathing heavily in unison. They were at the point of no return. They both realized that they had feelings for each other. In a strange way they both were helping each other heal.

*    *    *

Po stared at the ceiling fan as it slowly spun above his head while Liberty rested her head on his chest. They were in the master bedroom, and the room transformed from pitch-black to an amber glow as the sun rose over the beautiful city skyline. They continued round two in the bedroom and stayed up talking into the morning.

“It feels so good to be held, Po,” Liberty said as she listened to his heartbeat.

“It feels even better holding you,” he responded. She snuggled closer to him and he willingly embraced her. “You got me on some cake shit, ma,” he said with a chuckle. Po had never been the type to play lover boy, but Liberty had him open. She laughed, and then rubbed his chest softly.

“What now?” she asked.

“I don’t know. You tell me. Are you happy?” Po asked as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“I honestly don’t know what happy is. All my life I have had to deal with pain,” she answered honestly.

“Tell me . . . tell me what was it like growing up,” Po asked, wanting to know the truth about Liberty’s life. There
was a long silence that filled the air, and Liberty thought long and hard before she answered.

“It’s hard to explain. Let me show you,” she said as she sat up, looking straight into Po’s eyes.

“How can you show me?” he replied in confusion.

“We have to go where it all started . . . in Africa. That’s where I’m from, and I always wanted to go back to my old village. I don’t have much family left, but my cousin is the last member of my family I saw alive when I was a little girl. I can show you, and also I can get closure,” she said as tears began to form. “Can we go? Will you take me there?” she asked.

“Sure. Sure, we can go,” he agreed as he hugged her tightly.

He could hear the devastation in her voice, and if she needed to travel across the world to face her past demons, then he would willingly oblige her request. The sound of her light snores quickly filled the room, and he realized that she had fallen asleep. Scarlett’s face popped into his mind, but he shook her from his thoughts. He couldn’t dwell on his past love when there was a new, healing one developing right in front of him. Liberty was helping him live again, and whatever was happening between them was something that he wanted to explore.

EIGHT

LIBERTY AWOKE WITH HER BACK TO PO’S
chest, and the feeling of his arms wrapped around her body warmed her to the core. She turned to face him and noticed that he was already awake. Her body was sore in a good way from the way that Po had worked it out the night before. Every part of her tingled in the aftermath of sexual bliss.

She touched his cheek with the palm of her hand and kissed his lips. With Po, her life had been rebirthed. She didn’t feel as though she was living in a fog of grief anymore.

“Is this wrong?” she asked.

Po shook his head. “Nothing about this is wrong, ma. Scarlett and A’shai aren’t coming back. We aren’t cheating. They’re gone. We’re here. So why can’t we be happy together?”

Po’s words made perfect sense to her, and suddenly, any reservations she had about being with him were erased. Po spread her legs with ease and climbed on top of her, but
he froze when he heard the faint sound of the electronic lock click open. Liberty felt him stiffen, and she frowned in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

His hand covered her mouth, and his expression went from loving to cold. He put one finger to his lips, and she nodded her head as her eyes widened from the fear of the unknown.

Po grabbed his .45 from off the nightstand and flicked off the safety. He slept with his pistol locked and loaded. All he had to do was tickle the trigger to end a life. Po had instructed the concierge that no one was to enter his room under any circumstances without prior notice, so the fact that someone was coming through the door sent red warning flags waving wildly. He stood and wrapped the hotel sheet around his waist before creeping out into the living room. He let his gun lead the way.

“Agh! Señor!”

Po lowered his gun when he saw the maid standing next to a laundry cart as it propped the door open.

“I apologize. We’re good on the sheets,” Po said. “Calm down . . . calm down.” He breathed a sigh of relief. “Let me get a tip for you. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He turned his back to her, and the familiar sound of a gun caused his life to flash before his eyes.

CLICK CLACK

“Fuck,” he whispered, scolding himself because he knew that he had just been caught slipping.

He waited for the blast that would end his existence.

“Who sent you?” he heard Rocko say.

Po turned around and saw the maid lower her weapon. An unexpected Rocko had arrived just in time, and now his gun was aimed firmly at the back of her head. Steel against skull . . . he was itching to off the bitch.

Outraged, Po was across the room in ten seconds. “Who sent you, bitch?” he boomed as he grabbed her neck and pushed her into the wall so hard that the drywall cracked.

The woman stubbornly didn’t respond so Po tightened his grip, cutting off her air supply. “Who sent you?” he demanded through clenched teeth.

“Castro,” the woman choked out. The L.A. crew had just become an eminent threat. Po had underestimated them. Obviously, they had leverage in the streets if they were able to find out where he rested his head.

“Castro who?” Po shouted, so angry that he spat in her face as he said the words.

The girl trembled as she stammered, “The leader of Los Familia. Please don’t hurt me . . . this is just my initiation.”

Po’s temper flared to the point where he lost control. He slapped her so hard with the butt of his gun that he knocked her out cold. He tossed her limp body like a rag doll toward Rocko.

“Make an example out of this bitch and send a message to these Los Familia mu’fuckas. One that they can’t help but hear. Call me when it’s done,” Po ordered, still outraged. Rocko nodded and tossed the chick in the rolling laundry bin. Before Rocko left Po turned toward him. “You’re always right on time, fam.”

“Always, my nigga,” Rocko replied.

Po walked back into the room. “Liberty!” he called. She was nowhere in sight. He went into the bathroom. “Liberty!”

“Po?” she called back.

Po went to the shower and found her huddled in the bottom, his extra gun clasped in both hands raised to her face in fear. He knelt down and took the gun out of her trembling hands.

“Everything’s okay, ma. We’ve got to get out of here though. It’s not safe. Pack up all your shit and clear the safe. You said you want to go back to Africa. Well, let’s take a trip. I need to get away for a while,” he said, knowing that it was best to blow town until things cooled down.

A trip to the motherland couldn’t have come at a better time. Po was out of product. Samad’s stash didn’t last long. With the connections Po had made, he had easily gone through most of the bricks. He needed to re-up, but that meant finding a connect who could provide him with the quality and the high quantity of coke that his customers were used to. It was time to get away and restructure his life. He had hustled low-key in L.A. He didn’t know how Los Familia had found out where he rested his head, but now that they knew, it was time to switch it up. He wasn’t sticking around to wait for them to come back. Po had always been the predator in the equation. He would never fear another man, but he fought smart, not hard. By the time he came back from Africa he would show Los Familia how he got down. But in the meantime, he and Liberty were on the first flight out of
LAX
headed to the motherland.

*    *    *

Rocko stood atop of the famous
HOLLYWOOD
sign while gripping the “maid” tightly at the elbow. She struggled against him, but it was no use. Her small frame was no match for his 220 pound physique. He manhandled her with no remorse, not taking her gender into consideration. Rocko was well aware that the sign was heavily monitored. The black mask he wore concealed his identity as he forced the girl to the edge of the sign. Normally, he wouldn’t even risk doing dirt in a place so conspicuous, but he wanted the world to see what he was about to do. His pistol dug so deep into the girl’s ribcage that she cried out in pain as he held her hostage.

“Please. Please don’t shoot me,” she pleaded, her entire body trembling from fear.

Rocko knelt down and tied the thick brown rope he carried across his shoulder to a metal bolt behind the letter H.

“I’m not gon’ shoot you,” he replied.

For a brief second she felt relief as she took a deep breath. It was the last breath that she would ever take. Her eyes popped open as she felt the noose slip around her slim neck.

Rocko turned her around and grabbed the sides of her cheeks, squeezing so hard that he dislocated her jaw and her mouth popped open. He stuffed a note inside her mouth, then duct taped it shut. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. With a clenched jaw and malice in his eyes, he leaned in and whispered what he had written on the note
in her ear. “Fuck Los Familia.” Then he lifted his foot and forcefully kicked her off of the edge of the sign. Her body suspended in the air for a brief moment before gravity jerked it down, snapping her neck instantly and causing her to sway like a pendulum.

As Rocko hightailed it away from the crime scene he nodded his head in satisfaction. The message he had just sent couldn’t get much clearer. If niggas wanted to go to war, Po and Rocko were ready, and with them there were no rules of engagement. They played for keeps.