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Plans in Order

October 30^th, 2018, 1:40 P.M.

I marveled at the fact that I could still toy with Shawn and manipulate him the way I wanted to. A couple of down-low cops are always a necessity on your team. They are always looking for a good time. They called me after they turned Shawn out again and said they were up for some more fun, and that any time I needed them, give them a call, on duty or off. I knew I was definitely going to use them again real soon.

Shawn still hadn’t learned that he was up against the best, I guess. I was going to have to take him to school again. If my guess was right, and it usually was, Mona and Shawn still hadn’t told the children about their biological father.

They were making this shit way too easy. I was in need of some more entertainment, and these two fools were in line again begging to be a part of my show. Man, this shit making me horny.

The only thing was, this old fucker I was staying with was bugging the hell out of me. He wanted me to hold him at night and tell him I love him and all that shit. I was so close to telling him to fuck off. His ass was making me sick as a muthafucka.

I woke his old ass up early this morning, so I could go and get me a ride. I had to run some interference in some people’s lives that shitted on me and thought they were getting away with it. I had sat in jail for ten years planning out my revenge on those that placed me there, and I was going to make sure that they got what was coming to them. They may have forgotten about me, but I sure hadn’t forgotten about them. I was sparing no one this time around. Their asses didn’t know I was coming, but when I was finished with their asses, they would be passing down stories about me to the grandkids.

We pulled up to the dealership, and I got out and told gramps to stay still until I was finished. His ass was as obedient as a dog, and loyal as one too. He was begging for a piece of dick, and if I got my way today, he just might get a treat, if I could stomach looking at his wrinkly, mashed-up ass cheeks.

I walked into a rinky-dink car dealership and asked to speak to the man in charge. I walked to the counter, and a weave-wearing receptionist bitch with red and yellow hair looked me up and down and returned to the conversation she was having on the phone. Ghetto bitch was acting like she didn’t want to help me, but she didn’t know she was fucking with a crazy muthafucka that was messed up in the head. I was all the more pleased to show her my ghetto side as well.

“Excuse me,” I said with a smile. “Don’t you see me standing here waiting to be serviced?”

“Yeah,” she said, rolling her eyes. “And? I got you when I get up off my call. Damn!”

“Damn?” I said to myself, shocked at her boldness. “Oh, I know this bitch is asking for it.”

She continued to have her conversation on the phone, ignoring my presence once again. “Yeah, girl, do you know that muthafucka had the nerve to want me to work and come home and fix his dinner? He must’ve lost—”

I let this bitch ride too long, so I grabbed the phone and hung it up. I then grabbed her “phony tail” and flung it across the room. She watched as the weave hit the ground.

I grabbed her by what little hair she had left and pulled her ear close to my mouth. “Look, bitch, if you want the rest of this shitty mess you call hair, then you better skip your can’t-keep-a-man ass to the back and get the man that own this shithole.”

Her ass finally got up and went into a back office and out pops this dude that look like he was straight out of prison himself. He was tall and muscular and from the bulge in his slacks, I could only hope that he was packing a big dick. I always sized up a man’s dick before I even looked them in the face.

I put on my around-the-way swagger and walked up to him. We shook hands, and he showed me the way to his office.

I went straight for the kill and put my cards on the table. I looked him dead in the eye. “Main man, I need a favor.”

“What kind of favor you talkin’ about?” he asked, adjusting himself in his seat.

“I just got out the joint, and I need me some wheels, and all I have is cash money.” I knew from my sources around the hood that car dealerships have to report to the IRS anyone that buys a car with cash outright.

“Well, homeboy, you came to the wrong dealership because I don’t deal with that shit no more,” he said, giving me a wink.

His ass musta thought I was wired, or somebody was listening in on our conversation or something. I just played along and handed him fifteen grand for my choice of a car off the lot.

He walked me to the lot, and I picked out the car that I wanted. Then we went back to his office to fill out some paperwork.

And, boy, he had all of the paperwork I could handle. His ass fucked me so good, I thought his dick was going to come out of my mouth.

I walked out his office with a new ride and a good piece of dick. He gave me his number and told me anytime I need anything, just give him a call. Trade. Gotta love them.

When I left his office, the ghetto-ass receptionist waved good-bye to me as she was trying to put her makeshift ponytail back on her head. Her ass just got a lesson in customer service that you couldn’t get at your local Wal-Mart. I betcha her ass will act right for the next customer that comes in.

I walked up to Carl’s car and instructed him to go home. I told him that I would be home in a couple of hours. I didn’t need his ass with me when I went to purchase the supplies I needed to exact my revenge. I needed the least amount of witnesses possible.

I had plans to get back at my old boss for snitching on me. I had a special plan for him. His ass was retired, and I knew exactly where he was staying. He and his wife had a ranch out in Upper Marlboro. Her dumb ass didn’t even know her husband liked black dick. Sorry bitch was gonna have to be punished with him. Her flat ass was going to be an innocent bystander to my fury and wrath.

Then I was going to go after the “lick-’em girl,” Keisha, Kenny’s baby mama. While I was getting arrested, her lesbian ass had the nerve to go through my pockets and take the keys to the car Kenny bought me. And the bitch stole the money I was going to steal for myself. She and her dyke girlfriend gonna wish they had left town. But, first things first, I was going to get me a decent place to stay.

I pulled off the car lot in a black Ford Expedition that had tinted windows and chrome rims. I could tell that this shit was almost new because it still had that fresh leather smell. It must have belonged to a drug dealer or something like that.

I went out to a spot out on Liberty Road called Dunhill Village Apartments. One of my old acquaintances had lived here for a short while, and I liked the area.

I went in, filled out an application, and I was given a full tour of the grounds. I knew this was the spot for me. The place was quiet and spacious. Despite my raunchy sex life, I loved to spend quiet evenings at home in my soft, plush bed.

The rent was $950, which was no problem at all. They ran my credit while I toured the place, so by the time we made it back to the leasing office, I was approved with no security deposit and given a date to move in. It was close to the end of the month, so I only had a couple of more days to stay in Carl’s rat trap of an apartment.

I was so happy, I went to The Room Store and purchased all the furniture for my new home. I went shopping crazy as I normally do. I went to Anna’s Linens for all my linens and Pier 1 for all my accents, like vases and candles. Then I went to Best Buy for my two flat-screen televisions, computer, and various surveillance equipment that I needed. I finally made a trip to the Wal-Mart Supercenter on Route 1, and finished up with pots, pans, and other household essentials.

I ended up spending close to $8,000 to fix up my new crib. Exhausted, I finally made my trip back to my temporary home for some much-needed rest.