Thugs And The Women Who Love Them (5 page)

W
hen Snake and Angel had been seriously dating for a little over a year, he threw her a surprise birthday party. That's when he gave her a big rock and proposed marriage. Even though she was happy about the ring, Angel had some problems with marrying Snake. She told him she could only marry him after he divorced himself from pimping. Snake promised that all he needed was a little time, then he would leave the business and they could get married. Angel was still waiting for Snake to keep that promise.

Snake smiled as he thought about Angel. She was a good woman. Even though she wanted him to leave pimping, she only gave him shit about it once in a while. Most of the time she just let him go on about his business, which was exactly what he planned to do. He parked in front of Club Charlie's; before he got out of the car he sat and watched two of his whores, Raven and Coffey. They both were grabbing on the same man.

“These are some dumb bitches,” he mumbled to himself. “All these tricks out here and both of them grabbin' on the same one. They both better have my money when I come back.”

Snake eased out of his Benz and slid into the club. The DJ was spinning house music, and the place was packed, as always, even though it was only 7:30. That was the only thing Snake didn't like about the club. It was too damn crowded. Still, he kept coming back because of the food. Rocco, the chef, knew how to hook up some sirloin steak.

As Snake squeezed through the crowd on his way back to his regular table, a few females were trying to get his attention. He didn't have the time right now. He was hungry. Plus Big Nell was sitting there looking agitated.

“Hey, Daddy, are you okay?” She took a long drag on her Newport.

“Naw. I'm fuckin' tensed with the po-po raidin' just about every day. The cash flow ain't been right,” Snake complained. “And what's up with that bitch, Holly? She ain't gave me no money in 24 hours. I'm gonna put my foot in her ass when I catch her.”

“Holly got picked up yesterday morning.” Nell shook her head. “That mean-ass judge wants her to do ninty days. He's tired of seeing her.”

Snake leaned back on the cushioned headrest. “See what I mean? One of my hos is gettin' locked up every day and them judges is givin' at least thirty days.”

“You hungry?”

Big Nell didn't even wait for an answer. She eased up and went to order Snake's favorite meal—a big, fat, well-done sirloin steak, broccoli and cheese potato soup, and a sourdough roll.

As he sat chillin' and groovin' to the music, Monet, the waitress, brought Snake a scotch on ice. She set it on the table, then leaned over and kissed Snake on the neck.

“What's up, baby? She brushed her breast against his arm. Monet had been trying to get with Snake for a long time, even though she knew she was playing on dangerous ground. She liked him but not enough to be a ho.

“How you doin'?” Snake asked.

“I'm cool.”

Just then, Big Nell came back to the table.

“What the fuck do you want?” Nell spat out. Monet ignored her.

“Snake, baby, can I get you anything else?”

“No, I'm a'ight. Thanks, baby.”

Monet rolled her eyes at Big Nell and eased her way back through the crowd.

The DJ was spinning “Wifey” by Next as Big Nell set Snake's meal on the table. The aroma of the well-seasoned sirloin was making her stomach growl. She sat down and sipped her “Sex on the Beach,” while Snake took his time enjoying his meal.

“You want anything else, Daddy?”

Snake looked up at Big Nell. The years of being a whore were starting to wear on what was once a pretty face. Her eye and nose were still bruised from the ass whipping he'd given her the other night.

“Yeah, I want something else. I want my money, bitch!”

“That's what I wanted to talk to you about.” Big Nell's brow was creased with worry. “Please hear me out, Snake. My mother's sick and I need to take off for about a week to find someone to look after her. I need to hold on to the money I got so that I can leave tonight.”

“What the fuck did you just tell me?” Snake shouted above the noise of the club. “I run this shit. You ask me permission to leave. You don't fuckin' tell me what you're gonna do.”

Snake stood up to grab her. Nell, anticipating the move, crouched back in the corner. He stepped around the table to where she was and tried again to grab her. Nell started kicking both feet like a child.

“Get up!” Big Nell was still crouched in the corner, trembling.

“I'll only be gone for a week.”

“Get the fuck up, bitch!”

Snake lunged toward her and tried to grab her arm. Instead, he grabbed her blouse and it ripped open. Her big tits bounced out. If the crowd wasn't looking before, now all eyes were on them, hoping to get a glimpse of the action. Snake grabbed her by her long weave as Nell started screaming. He smacked her across the face with the palm of his hand. She still kept screaming. He hit her hard with the back of his hand. That slap hit her right ear. She thought she was still screaming, but now she couldn't hear anything. Snake didn't let go of her hair as he pulled her toward the door. Big Nell struggled to stay on her feet as she followed Snake. The onlookers made room for this 6-foot 3-inch man, dragging a scantily dressed woman with her tits hanging out.

Outside the club, Snake shoved Nell to make her stand upright. He was ready to punch the life out of her, but she covered her head and crouched down to the ground. Snake started kicking her. Big Nell didn't even move. Her body was almost numb. She laid flat on the ground, looking up into Snake's eyes. This made him even madder.
This bitch won't even fight back.
He started stomping her until the blood gushed from her head, nose, and mouth. Big Nell was no longer conscious. She had released her bowels and lay there in a mixed pool of blood, shit, and piss.

The cool fall breeze took the smell through the air and people in the crowd started covering their noses. Monet, the waitress, started puking. Snake was in his glory. He had an audience. He picked up Nell's foot and dragged her toward the gutter where the sewer was. Her body left a trail of her excrement. Nell's back and arm was raw from being dragged across the cement. Pieces of her flesh lay on the ground. Snake tried to stuff her limp body in the sewer.

The crowd looked on in horror and bewilderment. This was an ass whippin' from hell. Most of the people in there knew about Snake's reputation as the meanest pimp around, and no one had the balls to stop him. Coffey and Raven, who had been outside to witness the whole thing, hugged each other and cried. They were trembling uncontrollably. They knew that their daddy was capable of killing them, but they didn't think he would actually do it. Now their sister Big Nell was gone.

Snake admired his handiwork as he brushed Nell's fluids off his hands and clothes. He could feel the fear in the crowd, and he loved it. He shot a glance at Coffey and Raven.

“I'll see you two in about an hour,” he growled at them as he jumped in his car and sped away.

Coffey and Raven ran over to check on Big Nell. They were crying hysterically. The ambulance siren wailed in the distance. Coffey put her trembling fingers on Nell's neck.

“She has a pulse!” she cried.

“Hang in there, baby,” Raven whispered.

“Please hang in there.”

T
wo and a half months later, Big Nell showed up at Snake's apartment. He had already heard over the wire that she was coming back to him. Snake stood in the doorway and looked her up and down.

“Well, well, well. Look what the wind blew in,” he said.

“Am I still welcome here, or what?” asked Big Nell with a smile.

Snake stepped aside and motioned her in. He had to admit that she looked good, considering everything that had happened. She had a well-rested look. She looked even better when she handed him two thousand dollars. He stuffed it into his pocket without a word of thanks.

“Hey, Daddy. I'm sorry for taking you through all of that drama,” she purred. “But I'm back, and you know I'll work extra hard to make it up to you. Let me clean up and fix your favorite meal.”

She kissed Snake on the lips and slid her hands down to squeeze his dick.

“I've really missed you,” she said as she gave him another kiss.

Snake didn't answer. He sat down, grabbed the remote and turned to ESPN. Big Nell went to the kitchen and Snake heard her banging around the pots and pans. It seemed strange having her around again, but Snake wasn't complaining. First of all, the ole girl could cook. Snake knew he would eat well tonight. Plus, she was always a good money maker, and it would be good to have her cash back in his pockets.

After he watched the news, Snake went to take a shower. As he was taking off his shirt Nell came into the bathroom and suggested that he take a relaxing bath instead. She turned on the hot water and let it run real slow. She gave Snake another kiss and started unzipping his pants. Her strong hands ran up and down his long dick, but it was responding slowly. She wondered why he was so tense. She got down on her knees and licked the head lightly. As the licks got more rapid, his dick began to harden and Snake started to moan.

“That feels good, baby.”

She slowly put his nine and a half inches into her mouth, a couple of inches going down her throat. They didn't call her Big Nell for nothing. Snake tried to push all 9 ½ inches in as far as he could get it. It was feeling real good. Nobody ever sucked his dick like Big Nell, not even Angel. His knees and legs got weak as he flowed into her mouth.

“I missed you, Daddy,” Nell said, still on her knees. “Go ahead and enjoy your hot bath.”

Nell got up and turned off the hot water, then left him alone to enjoy his bath.
Damn, I need to leave a bitch for dead more often,
he thought to himself as he slid into the piping hot water.

When Snake emerged from the bathroom, his meal was laid out on a beautifully set table. Everything was set for a king pimp. Snake inhaled the aroma of his well-done sirloin, covered with mushroom sauce. She hooked up his potato broccoli and cheese soup and pulled the sourdough rolls from the oven. His condo hadn't smelled this good in a long time.

“Sit down and enjoy your meal, baby,” she said as she buttered the steaming hot sourdough rolls.

Big Nell sat across from him and smiled as he gobbled down the meal she had so tenderly prepared. He was acting like he hadn't eaten in days.

“How is it, baby?”

“Mm-mm. Very good.”

He picked up his glass of Coke, guzzled it down and let out a big belch. As he leaned back and wiped his mouth with a napkin, he took a good look at Big Nell. The skin on her arm was discolored where he had dragged her body across the cement. Her nose was a little crooked.

“Why don't you go watch some more TV?” she suggested after his stare started to make her feel self-conscious.

When Snake stood up from the table, he felt a rush. He turned and started toward the living room, noticing that his body felt very heavy. He sat down on the sofa and laid his head back.

“Damn, baby. I feel tired as hell,” he hollered to Nell in the kitchen.

“Go take a nap.”

Snake thought about it. A nap sounded so good right about now. He wanted to move, but his body wouldn't go anywhere. He finally forced himself to stand up.

Nell was standing in the kitchen doorway, watching him.

“The fuckin' room is spinning,” he said.

“Go lie down, baby. Maybe your bath was just too hot.”

Snake had to hold onto the wall as he walked down the hall toward his bedroom. Something was not right, and he was starting to get suspicious.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” He stared at Big Nell, who was standing perfectly still. She offered no help as he stumbled around, bumping into walls. She knew exactly what was wrong with him. All that was left now was for Snake to pass out, and she could complete her plan. But it looked like it would take a little longer than she had expected. He was actually coming toward her, arms outstretched like he thought he could hurt her in the condition he was in. Nell wasn't too afraid that he would actually do any harm, but she wasn't taking any chances with this motherfucker. She backed up slowly.

“What did you put in my food?” He finally reached her and dug his fingers into her arms. His grip was very weak. Nell pushed him off and ran to the closet where she grabbed a baseball bat.

“I put poison in your food, you heartless motherfucker!” she yelled and whacked him across the back.

“Arrgh! You fuckin' bitch!” Snake screamed in agony. Big Nell stepped back and looked at him. She was enjoying the look of pain on his face. “You better kill me,” he moaned in agony.

“That's what I plan on doing,” she said with a demonic laugh as she cracked the bat over his head. She had no idea what parts of the body she was striking. She just kept pounding away. Tears clouded her vision, but she felt and heard bones cracking as she pounced over and over again, and it made her feel good. Nell was exacting revenge for all the ass whippings she had endured at the hands of Snake, all the times he had made her beg for her life.

But more than all of the physical punishment Snake had inflicted on her, what hurt the most was the fact that she hadn't been able to be by her mother's side when she died. Big Nell was lying unconscious in the hospital on her mother's dying day. She wasn't there for her own mother's funeral. Her folks back home thought she was dead. She didn't even get a chance to tell her mother, “I'm sorry for not turning out the way you wanted me to.” The pain of that loss was still tearing at Nell's heart every day. It felt a hundred times worse than the memory of that last beating she got from Snake. Each blow she struck against Snake's body now was payback for what he had done to her.

As she kept pounding on Snake's crushed body, blood was splashing everywhere. Nell was in a frenzy. She kept swinging away, even when there seemed to be no life left in Snake's body. A knock on the door finally snapped her back to reality. She threw the bat down, ran to grab her purse, snatched her two thousand dollars out of Snake's pocket and gave him one last kick. She ran out the back door. Once she was outside and a safe distance from the condo, she fell to the ground and sobbed uncontrollably. She was free now, and so was everyone else.