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The excitement that she had earlier quickly turned into panic when she found a stranger standing there. The tall, olive toned man wore a baseball hat pulled down almost covering his eyes. He also had a creepy smile on his face as he stood silent in front of her.

“Can I help you?” Skye asked nervously.

She knew most of her neighbors, so the Italian looking guy didn’t seem familiar.

“Of course you can Janelle. You sent me a message saying you wanted to be tied up, spanked and raped. So here I am,” he said, with a little snicker.

Skye’s eyes widened.
How the fuck does he know that name
, she thought.

Realizing something wasn’t right, she quickly tried to close the door. Thinking it was all part of an act, the man took his right shoulder and pushed the door open before coming inside.

“Oh, I like playing games like this. Come here baby. Come to big daddy,” he said, holding his hands out and walking toward her.

His huge two hundred and forty pound hairy body made him look more like a gorilla than a human and he had the kind of face that would make milk turn sour.

“Get away from me!” Skye yelled, as she grabbed a lamp off the table by the door and threw it at him. But as luck would have it, his fat-ass managed to dodge the flying piece of furniture. “Get the hell out of my house!” She screamed to the top of her lungs hoping someone would hear her.

Skye took off running, trying to get to her bedroom closet. She’d purchased a gun without anyone knowing two days after thinking she saw Cruze. Not even Justice knew the small .25 caliber handgun was in one of her shoe boxes. Even though it wasn’t registered, it was still protection.

Allowing her to only get a few feet away, the intruder ran behind Skye grabbing a hold of her hair and pushing her to the floor. Skye fought him hard, throwing several blows to his face knocking the baseball hat off. His hair was greasy, like he’d put a ton of gel in it.

“Yeah…that’s what I’m talking about. Fighting back makes my dick harder.”

“Stop it!” Skye yelled.

She struggled to break away, but to no avail as he positioned himself on top of her confining her body to the floor.

“Please…please…don’t rape me,” she begged.

“Shut up!” he roared.
When Skye realized she wouldn’t be able to get him off of her, she took her fingernails and dug them deep into his skin scratching his arms and left cheek. Yelling from the pain, he took his fist and punched her in the face twice. It was like being with Sandino all over again.

“Get off of me!”

When she screamed, the intruder placed his hands over her mouth then grabbed a sock and roll of duck tape out of his jacket pocket. He seemed well prepared. After stuffing the sock in her mouth, he then placed two pieces of tape over her lips. It was just like a scene out of a movie.

He pulled out a knife and stuck it to her face. “If you move, I’ll kill you,” the intruder said, tying up her hands. As he wrapped his huge hands around her entire neck, he looked down at her with crazed eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that? You wanted this, so I came, bitch.”

Placing the knife on the floor, he stuck his tongue out and started licking her face with his nasty smelling breath. Skye felt like she was about to throw up. Her muffled screams and struggling, of course, excited him even more.

“No one will hear you. There will be no interruptions or salvation for you cunt. This is mine to do with as I please,” the intruder bragged.

Standing over her body, he grabbed the top of her sweatpants then pulled them off. With her multi print bikini panties exposed, he smiled.

“Nice thighs,” he said, rubbing his rough hands down her legs.

His blood pumped harder causing his dick to swell. He almost went insane from the excitement of seeing this helpless woman squirm and beg for help, but her writhes and squirms in a vain attempt to break free were useless.

“That’s right bitch…put up a fight,” he said.

After ripping off her panties, he took off his tan, uniform looking Dockers pants along with his boxers then spread her legs apart. When Skye started kicking her legs, he punched her in the face again. This time it was a forceful kind of blow that left her in a daze. She could taste the blood in her mouth. Within seconds, he’d lunged his dick inside her dry pussy. Skye moaned in horrific pain when she felt his huge tool moving in and out non-stop. It felt like her coochie was on fire.

Skye laid in a daze as he pounded away and licked her face. Tears welled up in her eyes at the thought of a strange man inside her body and when he whispered in her ear over and over, “You wanted this so I came.”

He looked into her eyes as his thickening raping tool continued it’s vigorous plunges. Over and over he would repeatedly thrust in and out of her pussy. He reveled at the fact that she was not only in extreme pain, but was also in absolute despair. Skye felt completely violated.

When she heard him moan and start to pumping even harder, Skye thought he was about to have an orgasm and it would all be over. But she was wrong, he was just getting started.

“I guess you want it in the ass now…huh?”

Hearing him say that really made Skye struggle to break free. Laughing, he rolled Skye over on her stomach and then pulled her thighs apart taking aim at her rectum. Once again he hurled his solid dick deep where it didn’t belong. Her muted screams rang out throughout the room as he unmercifully pumped in and out of her struggling body, while grabbing and squeezing her ass cheeks. Her body felt numb. Grunting with the effort of every thrust, he raped her harder…faster…over and over … until he exploded.
But he wasn’t done yet. He pulled his still hard dick out, pent her legs back and entered her again. He continued to rape her for another thirty minutes until she felt his body shiver and he released all over her stomach.

He didn’t even wear a condom
, was all she kept thinking.

Skye prayed he didn’t have AIDS or any other STD as he removed himself from in between her legs and smiled.

“Damn, that pussy was better than I thought it would be. Let me know when you want another fantasy fulfilled and I’ll gladly come back,” he said, pulling up his pants and walking out the door.

Skye laid naked, on the floor thinking,
I just wanna die.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 23

Dre spent half the day driving around Atlanta asking questions about Skye, but nobody seemed to know who she was. He couldn’t believe how things had changed since he was locked up. He rode through The Bowen Homes Housing projects where he used to sell drugs and was totally taken aback when he realized it had been demolished. When he ran into some of his old homeboys they filled him in on how the destruction of the projects was part of the city’s plan to get rid of what officials say had become one of the worst crime-infested public housing developments.

“Where the fuck is Deuce at? That nigga ain’t been around here gamblin’ in months,” a guy named Slick stated.

“He doin’ other shit now,” Dre responded.

“I miss winnin’ all that niggas dough,” Slick added.

Dre continued standing on the corner reminiscing and listening to them talk about a group of new drug dealers that called themselves, Black Mafia Family or BMF for short. Apparently they were making loads of money and were known to flash around town in tricked-out motorcycles, Bentley Coupes and iced out jewelry.

“And the bitches in the strip club love them niggas. When they come up in the spot, you can forget about getting a damn lap dance,” Slick carried on.

After getting tired of hearing about how much money those niggas were getting, Dre cut the visit short. He didn’t want to be tempted to re-live his days of hustling. He said his goodbyes and jumped into his car and headed downtown on Peachtree Street. After riding for a few minutes, he stopped at a light and looked up at the Ritz Carlton.

Sandino got me looking on the street, and she’s probably laid up in a nice-ass hotel suite compliments of his ass,
Dre thought
.

Suddenly, Dre’s phone rang, starling him. When he looked at the screen and saw Sandino’s name he became agitated. Sandino had just called not to long ago and it was pissing Dre off. He hesitated before answering. Dre knew Sandino would be mad that he didn’t have any leads yet. On the other hand, if he didn’t answer it Sandino would think he’d played him so he decided to answer it. Dre took a deep breath.

“Hello.”

“Have you found out anything yet?” Sandino asked.

“Not yet. I’m out in the streets lookin’ and askin’, but nobody has seen her. I hit a few flea bag motels, and even went to all the homeless shelters in town. Nobody has seen a woman named Skye wit’ three kids. I guess it’s gonna take a lil’ longer.”

Sandino was high as hell and started going off and yelling in the phone instantly. “What the fuck you mean not yet? I thought you said you were from Atlanta and once you hit the street you would know something on her whereabouts?”

“I’m on it, but ‘dis shit ain’t easy. I don’t even have a picture.”

“It shouldn’t be that hard. That bitch don’t have no money or family there, so it can’t be that difficult. I paid you to find her ass. I need this shit done now or else I’m gonna send Black down there to get my fuckin’ money back. I’ll get somebody else to do the job if you can’t handle it. Or if need be, I’ll come down there and find the bitch myself!” Sandino belted. “Have you tried the schools? Both of my boys are in high school. I’m pretty sure she’s registered them by now.”

“Are you jokin’? Do you know how many high schools are in Atlanta?”

“Well at least I’m tryin’ to come up wit’ different options. It doesn’t look like you’re doin’ shit,” Sandino criticized.

“Look Sandino, I just got here two days ago and I told you I’m on it. Don’t call me wit’ no fuckin’ threats, I’m not one of your lil’ flunkies. I’ll have somethin’ for you in a few days!” Dre said, then hung up the phone. “I don’t know who the fuck ‘dat nigga think he talkin’ to,” Dre mumbled to himself.

Dre was so pissed at the way Sandino tried to handle him on the phone. For a second he contemplated calling the whole thing off, and keeping the money he already had, but thought about the rest of the money and what he could do with it to get back on his feet.

After riding around and coming up empty, he checked into the Marriott Marquis on Peachtree Center Avenue. After staying at and being dissatisfied at a Hilton Garden Inn the night before, he hoped this hotel was better. Dre wished he could’ve stayed with his brother, but didn’t feel like having Justice continuously judge him.

Once Dre grabbed his bag from the car he went inside the hotel and checked in.

“Sir, I need to see a valid ID,” the front desk agent said.

Dre was staring at her double D breasts and plump lips so hard he didn’t hear a word she said.

“Sir, are you okay?” the woman asked loudly.

She was a cutie, but Dre could tell she was ghetto as hell by the bright blonde weave she wore.

“Oh yeah, sorry,” he said, shaking his head.

“Your ID and a credit card please.”

“Oh…okay,” he said, reaching into his back pocket. He pulled out his driver’s license and handed it to her. “I don’t have a credit card though.”

“I’ll need one for incidentals sir,” the agent replied.

Dre reached into his pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. He had to do the same thing at the last hotel. “You think we could forget about the credit card. I promise I won’t be rentin’ any dirty movies or orderin’ room service,” he said, sliding the bill.

The agent turned her head both ways before slipping the money in her pocket. “No problem.”

While waiting for her to check him in, Dre looked over at the revolving door when he heard the sound of kids running in the hotel. He saw a woman with two kids along with a baby in a stroller walk into the lobby. He wondered if that could possibly be Skye. She was fine and fit the description that Sandino had given him. He continued watching as she made her way over to the front desk. They made eye contact before she started talking to the young woman at the desk.

“Hello Mrs. Raines, are you enjoying your time in town?” the front desk agent asked.

“Yes, I like it here. In fact if my husband closes this deal today, we’ll be packing up our home in New York and moving all our lil’ crumb snatchers here. We never wanted to raise our kids in New York anyway,” she replied.

The desk agent smiled. “Well, welcome to Atlanta in advance.”

A few minutes later a man walked in with two more kids.

“Thanks, keep your fingers crossed that we close on that deal,” Mrs. Raines replied as the couple and their Brady Bunch headed to the hotel’s restaurant.

I guess ‘dat wasn’t Skye,
he thought.

Once the woman checked him in, she handed him his key. Dre smiled at her as he walked away from the counter and headed to the elevator.

When Dre got to room 304, he stuck the key in the door and opened it. He then sat his bag in a corner then plopped down on the bed. With the remote in hand he flipped through the channels.

“Damn, ain’t shit interestin’ on,” he said, landing on The Dr. Oz Show.

Since Dre couldn’t find anything to watch, he decided to catch up on some sleep. He scooped up one of the pillows and stuck it behind his head. After staring at the ceiling trying to figure out how he was going to find Skye for about ten minutes, it suddenly hit him.

Sitting back up, Dre grabbed his cell phone off the night stand. He decided to call Mercedes for help even though he was hesitant after the conversation with Justice. It was obvious that she was two short of a six pack now, but at this point, he didn’t have anything to lose.

He dialed her number not knowing what mood she was going to be in.

“What the fuck do you want now, Dre?” Mercedes asked as soon as she answered.

“Hey Mercedes, I was just callin’ to check on you.”

“Well, I should be so lucky. I’m just sitting trying to decide who to invite to the wedding. I’m pissed that your brother is acting a little stupid right now, but I know he’ll come around, so I’m moving forward with the plans.”

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