The Damned, The Jackal, and The Coopuff Pimp: Keagan Case File:04

"Monae, Monae! Don't let me tell you again. Cut the bad cop shit or I'm going to have to take it to your arse," I snarl. 

Why am I shouting into her face of the woman I love while I have her jacked up by the shirt, her legs dangling off the ground, because I just stopped her from beating up a suspect? I don't have time for this bull. Actually, time is something that I see that I'm running out of. 
Monae is going all crazy bitch on me, and I swear to God, I'm gonna split Piamon in two with my booted foot up his arse. 
-KEAGAN

The case is nothing but annoying background noise as Keagan's mounting personal issues takes center stage. Daddy Dearest is on his way to claim his long lost son, if Keagan likes it or not. The scales are tipping, and not in our sexy detective's favor. Piamon silly ass is rattling an already weaken chain and ticking him off. When Keagan snaps to finally flex, what will be Monae's reaction? Then again, will Keagan even give a damn after she makes the mistake of breaking his heart? 

One things for sure, Monae thought she knew Keagan. She about to realize, she don't know crap! 


***TAKE A PEEK***
MONÀE

“Hey, it’s done.”

“Really? It worked?”

“I said, so didn’t I?”

“Damn, I never give you credit, but you’re one smart ass bitch,” Michelle praises. “And you kept your man, to boot.”

“Wow, ain’t you a petty hoe,” I chuckle.

“Always. Look at least you know what you’re dealing with.”

Getting undressed, I examine my shoulder. It hurts, but it does look a bit better. It’s not going to stop me from riding Keagan tonight, I can tell you that. I might be wobbling, but I’ll manage. The need to feel him on the inside has me wrapping up the conversation. I can shoot the shit with my sister, later.

Stepping into the steaming water, “I got to go.”

“Yeah, people to do and shit. A, you coming over tomorrow, right?” Michelle reminds me.

I roll my eyes. “I don’t want to but, yeah.”

“Thank God. Dad about blew up when I told him you might miss it.”

“Like I really what to meet an Aunt I’ve never heard about. I don’t care,” I scoff.

“Whatever, you just make sure you’re here when she walks through the door.”

“Don’t worry. My fake smile, and I will be there to meet, Auntie Tashia,” I groan. “Fuck that,” I grumble as soon as I hang up.

Leaning, I slid my cell across the floor to make sure it’s clear of any water. I have no desire for fake family time. Instead of wasting my mental power trying to figure out what was really going on with my Dad and his long lost cousin, I close my eyes. A smile takes form on my lips as a deep sense of satisfaction washes over me. I don’t even question the reason behind my lack of sympathy over Justin. In fact, I relish the dark paths my mind takes me down. I know I told Keagan that I had no clue as to Justin’s outcome. It was a lie. For some reason, I know Keagan knows that, too.

Shrugging, I glance towards the cracked bathroom door as I wonder if Keagan is going to follow in after me? I have to make sure I school my face if he does. I can’t have the glee coursing through me showing. That fucker Justin was gonna get his. So much so that it may take a few days for his remains to turn up. I can give ya’ll the low down cuz who the hell are you going to tell. Know how you tell a little, and keep a lot? Yeah, that’s how I have to play it with Keagan. You saw how he almost went ape shit, busting that blood vessel throbbing in the middle of his forehead, while I almost busted a nut over that dark look he gave me.

“Shit,” I moan as I rub my thighs together and clench my pussy walls.

Wait. What was I, oh yeah, Justin. Let me tell you about that. It was upon his request... no, his order that I wore that sweaty ass outfit. No doubt he had been dreaming of fuckin me once I got to his private ‘love shack.’ So, I glided into the place to find him sitting like a king on a throne in a high back chair. Lord, I wanted to laugh at the pose he struck, sitting there with a smug, ‘I told you so, bitch’ expression on his handsome face.

“That face, such a shame,” I tsk as I shake my head, mentally.

“On your knees.”

Thank goodness the room was only half lit. The shadows cast my face in the darkness. He didn’t see the way my eyes narrowed. He had no clue what was behind my wicked smirk. He thought it was thoughts of suckin and fuckin. Nah, I was fantasizing about socking it to his ass. All I had to do was play along, which I did. I put on a big show, getting to my knees slowly. I’m sure the people hiding deeper in the darkness behind me had a full display of my thong ass as I moved like a four-legged bitch across the floor.

My act was on point, too. Eager as ever to stick his dick and one of my holes, Justin had already removed his hard cock from his expensive pants. His dick shook due to his hand holding it at the base. I didn’t ask. I shoved his hand away to take hold of his cock myself. His slanted eyes bulged at the force I gripped and squeezed.

“Hey, Hey, ease up-“

My hand twisting his dick, painfully stole his scream. I could see it in his eyes. A second later, my fist connecting to punch his ass in the throat took his breath away.  From my wrist, to travel along the bone of my arm to vibrate the bite on my shoulder, the force of the hit sent a chill through me. I stepped back to marvel at the sheer bliss the fear in his brown eyes created in me. That’s when the flood gate open to unleash the rage and hate I’ve been carrying around for Justin.

Like a pissed off mother, I snatched the heel from my foot to beat the shit out of him. I only managed to stab him twice in his shoulder before he regained the use of his mind to knock the shoe from my hand. His fist to the side of my face barely registered. A hit that should have staggered me only served to make me see red. I ain’t lying. I swear there was a red film changing my vision to match the blood that was on my hands from the stabbing. I even blinked a few times hoping to clear the mist.

In spite of the stream of hot water beating against me in the shower, a coldness crept in to send a shiver up my spine. Looking back at things in hindsight, I’m scaring myself. Never had I felt the desire to snuff out life like the way I felt that moment I was glaring at Justin.

He backed away, and I laughed.

“What? You ain’t gonna roar, motherfucker,” I screamed.

“M, Monàe…get control of yourself,” he pleaded.

“Oh, that’s what I’m here to do….to take back control,” I sneered. “Step one, killing you.”

My admission caused Justin to stumble. A deep frown settled to crease his forehead.

“I’ll act like you didn’t threaten me. As a favor, I won’t press charges for-“

“You’re too arrogant to get it,” I sighed. “You think I would come here, attack you, and would be dumb enough to leave you breathing to clap back, later?” I could see my words struck pay dirt. I could see the wheels in his mind turning. “I’m not making that mistake again, Justin. While some roaches have sense enough to run away to the house next door, you’re a pest that won’t leave me alone…so, I’m gonna squash you.”

Never in my life has a look of sheer horror got me wet until then. Justin was, look at me referring to him in the past tense with ease,…he was always good looking, but that expression is one that had me gushing in my thong. His thin lips parted in awe, eyes wide, face flushed with fear, muscular body tense and hard. I’ll never forget it. From the second the men emerged from the darkness, he knew it was all she wrote.

Know what? I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I’m gonna drop it. Switching off the shower, I quickly step out. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I know I’m alone in the bathroom. I mean, I have no problem seeing through the steamy area, but I get the feeling I’m being watched. Glancing around, my eyes pass over the foggy mirror.

“Shit!” I exclaim, jumping back.

Hand shaking, I wipe the wet surface, cleaning it. Zeroing in on my features in the mirror, I realize it was just my imagination. It was all smoke and mirrors playing a trick on me. Just in case, my fingers caress my face to prove to me that I’m Monàe…and not the creepy shit I swear I had seen. Nah, it’s Justin and-

“No, no, no,” I babble.

Grabbing the towel from the countertop, I come close to busting my ass getting through the bathroom door. I got to do something. Yeah, Justin needs to be handled, but I could have done it another way. I didn’t have to kill the fucker. I shake free for the euphoric tug to stay the course and let Justin meet his end. Like a sweet whisper in my ear of one of those mythical Sirens that lure men to their deaths, a feeling is trying to steal my resolve. My steps that were dead set on a rescue become slower until I’m rooted in the middle of the room. Lost deep in thought, I can’t say how long I’m in that pose.

My eyes raise to watch Keagan stroll into the room. His colorful, tattooed body is damp. Droplets cling to the ends of his hair plastered to his neck. A towel heavy with water dangles from his inked hand. My eyes narrow not from the fact he’s nude. With a body like his, covering it would be a sin. No, I’m gawking as my mood shifts yet again because he chose to bathe alone and not with me.  I bite my lip to keep the stream of curses from tumbling out. Once again, I revel in the idea that Justin was getting his. No more will the asshole cause drama in my life. I assure myself that he’s getting what he deserves. Keagan and I had just patched shit up for him to come along to rock the boat.

“You’re not speaking?”

My own tone sets me on edge, so I can’t be surprised at the look Keagan shoots my way. One eyebrow arched, he slowly dries his hair while watching me.

“You keep speaking to me like that, and it’s best I don’t,” he warns.

Why the hell am I challenging him? All I want to do is fuck. It’s the one thing that can drain me of all the pent up energy that’s running through me. I feel like a juiced up junkie, but Heaven help me if the rush of jumping in front of the coming freight train named, Keagan isn’t exciting as hell.

“Why did you use the other bathroom?”

His gaze turns strange for a second before staring at the bite on my shoulder.

“We need to chill with that for a while.”

“Why?” I press.

He hesitates for a second. “I don’t want to hurt you, and-“

“This?” I chuckle. “I’m fine,” I promise as I demonstrate, moving my arm. The third rotation proves me a liar when I flinch at the pain. “It was rough sex,” I say.

“Good, so I’ll punch your ass in the head, knock you in the nose, and we’ll call it rough sex.”