The Heart of Revenge (30 page)

“Ok. K.” He looked both sides of the house,
grabbed up a small bunch of keys off the top shelf of his black
minimalistic-designed entertainment center, glanced at his small
black and white surveillance TV above it and muttered,

“Let's go.”

We hasted out and into his Mitsubishi Pajero.
I hopped into the puffy leather seats and said

“You know, thinking, then you got to give Mr.
Willie his job back.”

“Why so?”

“Who else you gonna trust with your property
when you disappear? We know Mr. Willie very honest and wont filch a
thing.”

"Mi not hiring back the idiot. Gonna put
Tobias from the office here.”

“The big country one? Him don't have not a
sense. He’s the one let mi know you still at the office. Why you
think mi didn't leave? Him pinch and tell me, sell you out for
fifty dollars.”

“What? He’s good as fired. Mi firing him
country rass as day break tomorrow.” I remembered the fist I got
under my belly. Revenge was sweet. I smiled and agreed.

“Oh yes you should. Fire him yes.”

“But that don't mean that mi hiring back Mr.
Willie enuh. Mi still not hiring him back. Willie too soft.”

He buckled down his seat belt. I didn’t. I
felt horrible for poor Mr. Willie. I didn’t even wanted to look in
his eyes as we drove through the gate. At least I did give it a
shot to get back his job. Mr. Douglas drove to the gate. It was
padlocked . Mr. Willie had a cardboard box packing his personal
stuff into. He had a yellow comb with big teeth in his hand. Half
of Mr. Willie head was empty and the other half was stubborn, it
would not grow to any comb-able height. Either somebody tricked
poor Mr. Willie into buying that comb or he obviously was dreaming
big about how bouncy his bad-hair would get someday soon. Mr.
Douglas stuck his hand out through the driver’s window and shouted
in haste,

“Fly the gate Willie.”

"Mi don’t work here again enuh sir.”

“Willie what happen to you? Open the
gate.”

“You want the key for the padlock boss?”

“Backside man! Willie, fly the frigging gate!
Or else —-”

“Or else what boss? You gonna fire mi again?”
Willie picked up something off his table, put his yellow comb in
his small carton box, picked up the box and clutched it up under
his arm, like a ladies would a purse. He drooped over to the van
and handed what he took off the desk to Mr. Douglas. It was his
name badge and the key for the big padlock.

“Here sir. Come out and let out yourself.”
His gaze slowly crept over to me on the other side, face sulked,
eyes hazy with hurt, lips barely moving, “Ms. Leelia look what you
caused on mi.” His eyes saddened. He loosened his clutched arm from
around the small pathetic box, carefully fetched something out his
box, came up with his yellow comb. “You see this comb ... it’s from
mi daughter, Roxie, the small one.” He took a long blink, closing
his eyes for a few second as he tried swallowing how deeply hurt he
felt, “Roxie did give mi it as a good-luck charm ... say it would
make me never lose my job again. Mi did want believe it was really
a good luck charm for true. Mi never want let mi kids go through
what them go through before. Mi take it with mi every day to work.”
He slowly raised the comb to his mouth, kissed it, shed tears. The
grown man crying, right there at the van. “Roxie baby, mi get
fired, mi coming home early tonight.” He used the comb to mop at
his tears. My heart felt his pain, and inside, I cried for his
grief. It was so sad to look at Mr. Willie’s face.

“Mr. Douglas, give him back his job. He’s
working with you over three years now.” Mr. Douglas set his eyes
upon me. “He’s a goodman and his family depending on his job.”

I knew Mr. Douglas heart had no conscience.
But I still tried to petition to it, tried reaching to his heart.
He looked down from his van at Mr. Willie.

“Willie, Willie, Ooiiie, stop the donkey
bawling. You a big man. Go open the gate and go back in the guard
booth. And change back in your uniform.” Mr. Willie did his job. He
was fired and rehired the same day, same night.

Throughout the entire ride Mr. Douglas and I
didn’t string a single sentence to each other. The ride was silent
and mostly awkward. I thought about the number thirteen Pinky said
I should buy. Wonder if it could really play tomorrow? A long forty
minutes after, we arrived at a ghostly looking quad, in a bushy
country-like area that look abandoned. No pavement, dirt tracks,
bush height - waist high, creepy noises. ‘Ribbit ... Ribbit’. No
light. The place spooked me out. Where is this? Why we alone in the
middle of the wilderness?

“Wait here.” He unbuckled his seatbelt, "Mi
soon come back.” Pulled the key out the ignition and jumped down
from the van. His boot made a heavy thud sound when it landed into
the dirt. All the creepy noise in the background got quiet. The
silence was scary, felt like someone’s out there watching,
prowling. He glanced both sides suspiciously, looked again with a
more precarious inspection, as if anyone would be here, except us.
Walked off into the bushy yard heading to the unlighted quad. I was
alone in the van.

I dialled Gloe. There was a feint murmur of
mosquitoes and the sharp cry of ‘ribbit’ from night insects every
couple of seconds. The ‘ribbits’ sounded like a frog’s croak but
with more rattling and higher shrill in its projection, a longer
eerie ‘Riiiibbit’. Flying insects, maybe they were fire flies or
peenie wallie, blinking lights from their bottoms, all over in the
dark, in a scattered Christmas light fashion. I reached over to the
driver’s side and wound up the window more. Gloe came on the phone,
I jumped at the sound of her voice, sat up straight,

“You sleeping?” I asked her. ‘Riiibbit!’. The
insect that emitted that cry was close, it was loud. But I see none
in the van. I hugged myself. Looked around, side glance at the
ghostly wilderness outside.

“Yeah, just dozing off. What's up?”

“Got a big job for Danni. Ask her to line up
everything tonight.” Another loud ‘Ribbit!’ I glanced up through
the rear-view, took my eyes off quickly, tried not to look outside.
“I’m coming there with the cash in less than an hour.”

"What's wrong Lee? You sound nervous bad, you
need these for yourself?”

“No man. Not for me. I’m just a bit bombed
about where I’m at now. When I reach over I’ll give you all the
details, just tell Danni she can start ready things right now.”
‘Ribbit’. “I need everything by mid-day tomorrow.”

I snoopingly opened the glove compartment,
searching inside while Gloe spoke.

“Goodness Lia you know that’s impossible. It
takes at least three days tops, it’s not like Danni working with
herself.” I spotted the chrome gun in the glove compartment.

“G, I’m coming over with twenty grand
tonight.”

“I can’t do it. It’s almost midnight and that
can’t even start anything.” ‘Ribbit!’ insects light blinking in the
dark. “You know how much people Danni have to pay off?” I swatted
my hand that held the phone, I totally missed the mosquito. The
darkness around was getting heavier.

“U.S. money Gloe ...U.S.” The phone went
silent. ‘Ribbit!’

“U.S.?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok, come quickly then, let we see what we
can do. Mi going to wake her up now. Hurry and come.”

“Gloe stay on the phone with me a little
longer till someone comeback nuh, please.”

“Why?”

“I’m a little scared.”

“Hsst. Stop being a girl.” Gloe hung up.
Should I take this gun? ‘Ribbit’. What the hell is he doing so long
in the house? Will he get back in the van already. I hate it out
here. I still tried keeping my eyes from looking outside. What If
he left me in the van and not coming back? What if he is gone? He
had the key. I opened the glove compartment one more time, looked
at the gun, reached for it, left it there, close the compartment.
Insect lights blinking on and off, on and off in the thick foggy
dark. I rubbed one barefoot on top of the other, hugged one arm
around my waist, put my thumb in my mouth.

Unexpected. A rattling. ‘Doop, doop, doop!’
Out of nowhere. Shit. Van door. Shuffling. Moving. I jumped, almost
through the roof. Door eased open . I gasped. “Huuh!” thumb falling
from my mouth. My heart stung me. An electrical overcharge. The
door pried wide open. It was Mr. Douglas, I tried to hide my spitty
thumb. . The door let in a dose of the night’s air, it smelt light
and clean, not as hot as inside the van felt. He held the door in
one hand and held a black pouch in the other. He threw the pouch in
at me, it landed between my legs. Twenty grand large. He leaped
into the van. If Vance only knew half the shit I’m going through
for him. My foot’s itching. Why he brought the gun though? I tried
to scratch, rubbed my foot on the furry mat, the fur was somewhat
stiff and brittle under my footbottom, almost ticklish as my foot
rub up and down on it. My instinct told me I should have taken that
gun.

“So ... there you are Ms. Lexings. Hope you
can do what you say you can. Mid-day tomorrow, huh?”

“Don’t worry that's not a problem.” ‘Ribbit
... Ribbit!’

“Ok then. Time to go.” He replied.

Mr. Douglas, leaned towards the dashboard,
one hand on the steering wheel, the other turning the key in the
ignition. In one brisk motion he released the steering and fanned
at mosquitoes from before his face. Spun the key and the heavy
throttle of the engine cut through the broad expanse of silence.
The engine quickly quieted down to a murmur that drowned the
ongoing buzz of the mosquitoes. Switched on his headlights. The two
long white beams of light were the only light in the dark
wilderness. He switched the ignition back off. Kept the headlights
on. No sound came from the engine, no buzz from mosquitoes in the
van, only one sound remained in the night - night insects. ‘Ribbit
... Ribbit’.

He stared through the windscreen, his face
stilled, steady but his brain running, colluding, the unthinkable I
thought. I stared over into his sinister eyes, quizzical, my heart
stabbing with concern. What is he up to? I asked,

"What's wrong?”

Mr. Douglas shifted around facing me, leaned
towards me and rested his forearm on the headrest of my seat. I was
certain he was up to no good. I am alone in the middle of nowhere.
‘Ribbit...Ribbit.’

by: Vybz

My jeans falls to the floor, the buckle makes
a jangling sound, it echoes in the airy warehouse. She shifts
slightly on the freezer size carton box. I glance over my right
shoulder then look over the other, scanning quickly, turn my back
to her and look about. No motion inside the dark room, but my gut
feelings tells me something’s not right, something’s wrong,
something just feels wrong. Why? Scan again, piles of motionless
cardboard boxes. You know what, I’ll follow my gut instinct, you
feel mi? It’s always right. I bend, grab the zipper region of my
jeans and pull my pants up.

“I got to go, mi already late to catch my
flight, this makes no sense, you feel mi? Plus mi and Finaral too
close. Mi can’t do this.” I was buckling back my jeans.

“You right.” Her eyes gets soft, “This risky,
don’t?” She places her hand on my buckling hands, holds it there,
says nothing.

I take up my passport from beside her, she
rocks her hip up and down as she pulls her tight black skirt up. I
don’t know what she is up to, but I’m not having it today. I push
my passport in my back pocket and look behind me. Still no one,
just us in the big quiet dark. I wonder if this gal cognisant that
if Finaral finds out he’s killing us both. Well she, I’m on my way
to Cali. Her hand squeezes my crotch. My crotch reacts. Begins to
get stiff. She speaks,

“Let me just give you the last blowjob before
you go.”

"No Portia, what’s wrong with you, you
harder-hearing?” She massages my crotch. I stiffen.

“Vybz, just let me suck your cock before you
go. Mi won't take long.”

"What you want to do?”

Oh fuck, my dick wants her, it’s paining with
stiffness but it’s a battle, and my cock has the bigger brain when
it comes to the matters of pussy. Fuck it. Finaral treats Pinky
like shit. At this very moment of thinking about Pinky with a hard
dick, a sexual thought crosses my mind. Only if I ever got the
chance with her, she’s so sexy, but how would she react if I
approach her like that, we been so close so long. God I would
really give it to Pinky. Finaral doesn’t deserve her. I do. Oh what
the hell, if Finaral had the chance to bang my girl he would,
without a second thought. What am I half-stepping about? That’s the
weak excuse my cock bribes my brain with to set it free. Did it
work? You have no idea how senseless men become with a stiff
dick.

“I want your cock ...” she grabs my buckle,
“In my mouth. Please Vybz.”

She gets off the box. I help her slide my
jeans down. My cock stands solid, spearing through the air long,
thick and with a smooth dark purple head that glistens. She’s in
shock, staring in marvel on how much of a turn on my cock is. I
wait anticipating the flesh of her lips cuddling my chocolate
stick. She licks from the root to the tip, slow and steady, grabs
the head, her hands presses flat against my abs, my hand light
against her face. Like a magician, she disappears my cock down her
throat, makes it reappear full length in her mouth, her lips
kissing the tip, then disappears again, appears, disappears, slowly
drags her mouth down the full length to let it appear, slick with
spit, rigid with veins. She stops, pushes me down, fly her panty
like aeroplane, spreads her legs wide open and says,

“I want to taste my pussy juice on your cock.
Sink it into my hole.”

I scan around, shuffle closer, my pants
bunches up around my ankles. I hold my tough pointing penis, aim it
at her pussy, teasingly rub the head up and down against her labia,
press the fleshy warm head against her clitoris.