Payback's A Bitch

The mysterious person on the other end of the phone told Darby to look up.   Simultaneously Passion walked through the door and into his office.  He damn near choked when he saw her.  He thought she was dead.  The mysterious caller laughed, “Slimy muthafucka” and hung up the phone.  With fear and destiny in my eyes I pointed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger.  I left his office satisfied after I took the files of my next target.  That was six years ago when I wiped crooked ass Darby Jenkins off the face of this earth.  His dirty deeds had caught up with him.  After all this time, my research and resources had been put into place, and thanks to my sister Misty, who’d helped me fight a few battles, I was headed to my final destination, home.   Now at the airport, Misty looked at me and smiled.  She waved goodbye and I wiped the tears from my eyes.  I headed toward the departure zone and left her in the safety of my second home, Chicago.  This was the part of the battle that she couldn’t be involved in.  Next stop my hometown, Washington, DC.  I had gained all the information I needed and it was time to bring down my Mother’s killer.  Yani Stone would never see me coming.  He killed Max and I could not let him get away with it.  It had been six long years and the time had come to exalt my Payback.  I boarded my Private Jet and said goodbye to the Windy City.  Chicago was my home for the past six years and I will never forget it.  As I laid in plush comfort and exhaled at what could be some of my last moments of peace for awhile, I indulged in memories of my Mother. 

Maxine Catera was everything I could have wanted in a mother and friend and everything I aspired to live up to someday. 

Max, as she was affectionately called by everyone including me, was known as what some people would call an Old School Ho; especially my Aunt Gypsy.  It didn’t matter to me what she did behind closed doors.  Since my Father was killed in an accident, she did everything to protect me from the cruelties of life.  Not only that, she protected my sister Misty too.  My Father had another child while married to Max and just so happens that Misty’s mother died of natural causes and my Father brought her to live with us.  I know Max was extremely hurt and upset by this but we never saw it.  When and if they’d argued or disagreed it was never in front of us and we respected them both.

            Max was gorgeous and rough around the edges.  She wore her hair natural and wild.  Her peanut butter complexion was intoxicating to men and women.  Boys fawned over her like nothing you’d ever seen before.  She was voluptuous and not your average model size woman.  Her statuesque size 14 along with her 36 double d’s and round plump behind was mesmerizing.  She was confident, graceful, and sexy.  But nothing about her was more captivating than her sparkling smile that lit up the sky.  It didn’t hurt that she had a heart of gold.  Make no mistake about her beauty though; she could be just as treacherous, cunning, deadly and vicious as any man or woman.  When I was only four and my dad was on one of his fishing trips, two men broke into our house.  Max heard the sound of glass breaking.  She immediately rushed into my room and woke me up.  “Passion baby, wake up!”  With sleepy eyes I looked up at her and she held her fingers up to her own lips.  I understood that - that meant be quiet, don’t make a sound.  Max whispered to me, “There’s someone in the house.”  Just then we heard two voices.  One voice Max recognized and she was stunned.  Lewis, the voice that Max was familiar with told the other intruder to check downstairs.  He must have done exactly that because we could hear someone going back down the stairs.  I got up to hide in the make-shift drawer under the bed.  Max put the silencer on the gun and hid in a corner space.  She waited until she was sure I was secure.  She heard Lewis going into her bedroom tossing stuff about and making a lot of noise.  She silently prayed that GOD would allow her to protect her only child.  She could hear approaching footsteps now coming toward us.  He opened the door and Max could see his silhouette from a small mirror strategically placed in the opposite corner from her.  He looked around and came over to my bed.  I could now only see his shoes through the little peephole.  He knocked stuff of the wall and kicked some of my stuff animals around.  Just then, the voice from below called out and told him he had found it.  The heroin they had been looking for was in the bottom of a lamp.  Lewis called down and told the man to hold tight because he knew that Bitch was in there somewhere.  He snatched the covers off the bed and felt my warmth on the fitted sheet of my small pink bed.  He looked around and spotted Max in the corner.  “Lewis, what the fuck are you doing in my house nigga?”  She said it with such malice.  She had the gun pointed directly at his temple.  He looked at her with venom, “Bitch did you think I wouldn’t find out!”  “What the fuck are you talking about mu’fucka,” she cocked the gun.  He lunged at her and she pulled the trigger and hit him in the shoulder.  The impact sent him swirling backwards.  He stumbled over one of the teddy bears he’d kicked earlier and fell forward in front of the door.  She put two bullets in the back of his head before he could even take another breath.  The other unknown person came running and suffered the same fate.  He was shot twice as well.  Now there were two dead men in my room.  Max told me to come out of the drawer because everything was safe now.  I came out and saw the two dead men lying in a pool of blood.  Max picked me up and said, “If anyone breaks in your house, you have the right to shoot their ass and the police can’t do shit.  You hear me?”  I nodded yes and she stepped over the two dead men and called my Uncle Rico.  He was there in ten minutes.  He and his friends removed the bodies and cleaned up the mess.  I stayed with Max in her room for the rest of the night.  Max sang to me and rubbed my hair as I drifted off to sleep. 

The next morning she took me to the movies and out to eat.  She wanted to make sure that I wasn’t traumatized by the events.  She explained what happened and how important it was for me not to tell anyone.  She told me it wasn’t a secret because too many people knew about it; meaning my Uncle and his friends, Daddy, her and me.  No one outside of us that she named was to know.  I was four but it all seemed like a movie to me but I wasn’t fazed.  Max told me I was the toughest and smartest little girl she’d ever met.  After we ate we headed back home.  We had a good time and when we got back, my room was spotless and the carpet in my room had been replaced as if nothing ever happened.  She fixed us dinner later on that night and my Father walked through the door.  He immediately came in and picked me up and hugged me so tight.  He walked over to Max with me still in his arms and kissed and hugged her tightly too.  They loved each other and everyone knew it.  That night they said I could sleep with them but I told them that I could be brave and I wanted to sleep in my own room.  I told them that they could keep the door open if it made them feel better.  They laughed and put me to bed and commented on what they created in me.  They waited for me to fall asleep.  They were my whole world and I miss them both so much but now I had to clear my head and get ready for the next phase of my plan and bring about Yani Stone’s demise.

I stepped off my jet and got in my Maserati Quattro.  Shaft, my man from back in the day had met me there.  “Wassup P,” he affectionately said.  He kissed me on the lips and he opened the door.  I missed my Nancy (car).  Shaft knew this and closed the door and got in on the passenger side of the luxurious ride.  Because of my financial stability, Shaft didn’t have to work ever again.  We’d been friends since kindergarten and we grew up in the same neighborhood until I was taken away by my grandfather after Max was murdered.  We could count on each other no matter what.  I would always tell him that he was my second living Love.  The other was my sister.  He would just smile and try to keep from blushing.    We were each other’s first.  Shaft was what you would call an ugly boy.  One night when we were 15, we had a serious talk.  None of the girls would talk to him or give him any pussy.  They didn’t know what the fuck they were missing!  He told me how he felt awkward and he was still a virgin.  At 5’9’ and 200 pounds, he looked like a gorilla in the face but he was sweet as pie.  He had a decent body with big muscular arms, strong chest, nice thick linebacker legs, and a 10 inch fat dick with a mushroom head.  I would find that out later that night.  His clothes didn’t do him justice back then.  He basically took care of himself since his Mother was hooked on heroin.  He lacked confidence, sex appeal, and most of all money to attract a teenage girl; but he was my big teddy bear and I loved him.  That night we gave ourselves to each other.  I was never in love with Shaft but he was like my blood and we could share anything with one another.  No subject was off limits.  We had been through too much together to be shy about anything.  Fucking; sex came naturally to us and we did it every chance we got.  That was the plan though back then.  I told him that if other girls saw us together, the curious mind of a teenage girl’s pussy would be calling on him.  One day we were at the neighborhood swimming pool and I pulled his swimming trunks down in front of everyone.  It was all part of the plan.  Those fucking girls could not get enough of that ugly boy.  Right off the back we knew we could mastermind anything together.  All and all, we were brother and sister, cousins, best-friends, lovers, fucking partners, road dogs and any other title you could think of.  We never classified anything with one another and we were never jealous of any other person that would come into our life.  With him, I understood what Max was talking about when she spoke about secrets.  All people knew is that we were best-friends and some speculated that we were cousins.  We could care less.  We’d take our shit to the grave but it was nobody’s business.  We would be there for each other until dusk filled our lungs.