The St Croix Cartel 2 by Mz. Lady P

Author:Mz. Lady P [P, Mz. Lady]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shan Presents, LLC
Published: 2019-08-18T04:00:00+00:00

Eleven

Cross

Dealing with so much bullshit behind my father’s death had a nigga needing to blow off some much-needed steam. It had been two months since Heaven had been back home. I still had been holding this nigga Yasir and the bitch Sheika hostage. After the pain they inflicted on my family, I was not satisfied. They still hadn’t suffered the way I wanted them to. Walking inside of the warehouse where I was holding them, I could hear Sheika crying.

“Pleaseeeee! Let me out of here. I need to get to my son.”

“Is that how Heaven sounded when she was pleading for you to let her go? Shut the fuck up before I send my niggas back in here!”

She quickly shut the fuck up and cowered in the corner. I had her chained to a wall by her neck. I wasn’t the type of nigga to ever hurt a female like this, but this bitch had hurt Heaven and the kids, so I had no sympathy for the bitch.

Walking over to the side where I had the nigga Yasir, I cut on the bright lights, and surprisingly, he was still hanging in there. Buck was fucking this nigga every chance he got. I had him hanging up on a cross, exactly the way they crucified Jesus Christ. The only difference is that this bitch ass nigga would not be resurrected.

“Just kill me!”

“Nahhh! That wouldn’t be fun now would it.”

I grabbed a chair and placed it not too far from where he was positioned. The nigga was funky as fuck, and I did not want that stench in my clothing.

“I can’t take this shit anymore. Please! Let me go.” I almost fell out of my fucking chair laughing. Was this fuck nigga serious right now?

“I’m sure my wife felt the same way every time you raped her or beat her.”

I flamed up my blunt and took a long pull from it. Standing to my feet, I went over to my table of torture. It was time for me to figure out the next device that I would use to inflict pain on his ass. I grabbed a small blow torch and cut it on.

“Nooooooo!” His screams only made me excited. Inflicting pain on this motherfucker made my day go a whole lot better.

“Was that how my wife screamed when you stuck your nasty ass dick in her?”

The thought of it made me visualize him raping her. Before he could even respond, I turned on the torch and swiftly ran the fire across his dick. I did it just enough to inflict pain and burns. Too much would send him into shock, and he would die. I wasn’t ready for him to die just yet.

“Pleaseeeeeee! Killllllll meeeeee!” He screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Ayyyyyyyye, Buckkkkkk!”

“Yeah, boss?” Buck walked in with a smile on his face. That nigga loved to fuck Yasir. Looking up at Yasir, his eyes were wide ass saucers. If he could die right now, he would.

“He’s ready for you. When you’re done, strap his bitch ass to that table over there.

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