Murderville 2: The Epidemic

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Authors: Ashley, JaQuavis
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Urban, African American
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do the honors?” he asked her.
    Liberty hesitantly took the gun and stood up. With a shaky hand, she walked over to Samad and looked down at him with hateful eyes. He began to slip out of consciousness because of the blood loss. Po slipped behind Liberty and helped her point the gun and steady her aim.
    “Now, you want to hold it with two hands and get a firm grip. Close your eyes or you will never forget the look in his eyes after this is done and over. That look stays with you forever. Believe me,” he instructed.
    “I want to see. I want to remember,” Liberty said, just before she closed one eye and slightly raised the gun.
    “Oh shit. Li’l ma got some spunk,” Rocko said in surprise as he stepped to the side.
    “I got you. Just pull the trigger when you’re ready,” Po slowly whispered into her ear. Just as the words slid out of his mouth, Liberty squeezed. Matter of fact, she squeezed until the clip was empty, filling Samad’s body full of holes. To say 3-Swiss cheese was an understatement.
    Once the bullets were gone, she dropped the gun and stared at Samad’s corpse, never blinking as tears ran down her cheeks. Po looked over at Rocko and threw his head in the direction of the safe. Rocko went into the closet and grabbed a piece of Samad’s luggage and began to empty the safe. In the process of saving Liberty, they had stumbled upon a come-up.

FOUR
    HYSTERICAL, LIBERTY FELL INTO PO’S ARMS, BURYING her head into his chest as he held her shaking body close. She broke down completely. Po hugged her tightly and consoled her as she crumbled in his arms. Rocko looked at Po in shock as he watched Po handle Liberty gently. Rocko had never seen Po’s soft side with anyone but Scarlett, so to see him treat Liberty with such care was odd.
    “How could you bring me back here!” she cried as she gripped his jacket collar and sobbed uncontrollably. She hit him in the face, slapping him with the sole ounce of strength she had left. “I trusted you!” she screamed angrily. In a mixture of rage and relief she clung to him, jerking his collar as she spoke. “You brought me back to him!”
    Po took her smacks because he knew that he deserved them. “I’m sorry. Let me get you out of here.”
    Liberty pulled away from him, but her wobbly legs gaveout beneath her. Samad had beaten and raped her badly. Her body was weak.
    “Don’t touch me!” she shouted. “You lied to me!”
    “I can’t believe we did all this shit for a bitch,” Rocko mumbled in disbelief as he watched the scene unfold. In all the years he had known Po, Po had never put a play down over a woman. Po was motivated by money, so to kick in a man’s door, guns blazing over this one girl was uncharacteristic of him.
    Po shot Rocko a look that told Rocko to hold his peace, then knelt down to console Liberty. He knew that she didn’t trust him. She had every right to doubt him, but she had to let that go so that he could get her away from the murder scene.
    “Let me get you out of here. I’m not going to hurt you. You can stay here with the nigga body or you can let me help you,” Po said in a low but serious tone. Liberty’s entire frame shook from fear and pain. Her once-flawless skin was marred black and blue from the beatings she had endured.
    “Fine, just get me away from here,” Liberty said, giving in as she glanced at Samad’s corpse. Even in death the sight of him sent chills down her spine. Po scooped her up off her feet and carried her fragile body over to the bed. Liberty turned her face into Po’s broad chest to avoid staring at Samad’s lifeless body. “There’s so much blood,” she whispered.
    Po turned her face toward his. “Just look at me, a’ight?”
    “Yo, it’s time to roll, fam,” Rocko stated.
    “I’m gon’ get you out of here, ma,” Po promised as he opened up the armoire and removed a crisp white business shirt off of one of Samad’s racks. He wrapped it around her body, moving swiftly as he helped

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