The Forbidden Hit

Chapter 4

"You need to leave." Jayla started backing away and pulling the towel tighter around her body.

"I'm not leaving til I get it." Brick grabbed her by her hair with one hand and pulled her down to her knees while he grabbed his pants and pulled it down with the other. He then forced Jayla to suck his dick. Jayla began to choke and that brought pleasure to Brick's eyes. After he'd had enough he pushed her on the carpet rug by in her living room. Jayla squirmed away and tried to run, but he grabbed her by her foot and pulled her down. He then flipped her over so they were face to face and rammed his hardened penis inside of her. Jayla cried out from the excruciating pain as the tears started to flow down her cheeks.

"Please stop." she wailed. Brick sped up and Jayla tried to squirm away.

"Damn this pussy good baby." Brick groaned.

"Just stoooooop!" Jayla cried out.

"I'm cummin'. I'm cummin'." Brick moaned out as he closed his eyes. Jayla took the opportunity to reach under her couch and grab the glock that sat in the middle. She cocked it back to make sure it had bullets in it and when Brick opened his eyes, she shot him in the face until the clip was empty. She then squirmed away until her back  touched the wall. She knew he was dead, but she had to be sure. She ran back across the room and grabbed her cell phone. She quickly dialed the number to the only man she would now trust.

"Hey ma. I just pulled up to my meeting. What's happenin'?"

"Jamaal I need you to come over...NOW!" She didn't mean to seem desperate, but she need to get rid of the body.

"Aww. Does my lil mama miss me?" He joked.

"Jamaal..." Jayla started to cry.

"Woah, woah woah. What's goin' on?" Jamaal barked into the phone. The phone remained silent.

"Jayla! C'mon baby girl you gotta talk to me. What's wrong." Jamaal hopped back in his car and started heading in Jayla's direction.

"Don't say a word ma. I'll be there in 5." Jamaal hung up and jetted over to Jayla's place. Jayla walked back over to the wall and slid down til her bottom half hit the floor. With the gun still in her hand she reached over to the coffee table that sat perfectly in the middle of her living room and grabbed a brown box. She opened it and began to roll herself a joint. She was only an occasional smoker and she figured with all that just took place, she could use a stress reliever.

When Jamaal arrived he ran up Jayla's stairs and immediately smelled a combination of blood mixed with weed and gun powder. He went to knock on Jayla's door, but it was already slightly cracked open. He pushed on the door and stepped inside he immediately realized why he smelled such a strange combination. There was a body on the floor with barely any facial recognition. He then looked to his left and saw Jayla with a towel on, a gun in one hand, a joint in the other and her knees to her chest. She was so lost in thought that she didn't see Jamaal walking towards her. He slowly pulled out a rag from his back pocket and removed the gun from her hand  and wiped it clean from fingerprints.

"That gun's not registered. None of them are. My prints aren't in the system so I'm good." Jayla said barely above a whisper.

"What happened ma?" Jamaal said slowly squatting in front of her.

"He came here....and forced me to have sex with him" Jayla said shaking her head and staring into space. Jamaal reached out to hug her and she flinched.

"I'm not here to hurt you. I'm just here to help." Jamaal then reached out to her again and hugged her. Jayla hugged him back tighter. Her grip was so tight, Jamaal knew that she needed him.