"That’s another damn thing. We talked about getting the jewelry, not my computer, my music system, and my television."
"How many times I got to say this. I made it look a robbery gone wrong, not a murder for hire. The robbery and rape shit was all part of that."
"You didn’t say anything about bringing some man along to rape her!" Devin yelled, and came toward me.
"I didn’t bring no man wit’ me!" I yelled back. I looked around the room for my purse, but didn’t see it. It’s probably in the bedroom where I can’t get to it quickly, if I have to. I knew he was mad, so I should have had my knife ready. "I tied her to the bed and used a vibrator on her to make it look like she was raped."
"Don’t lie to me!"
"I ain’t got no reason to lie to you, mutha fucka. You believe what you wanna believe," I said, and backed away from him. I started moving toward the bedroom.
"Where you going?"
"To get a cigarette," I said, and went in the bedroom. Devin followed me in and was right on top of me as I reached for it. I sat down on the bed and got the cigarettes out. Then I moved the knife so I could get to it, and set it down on the bed beside me.
I lit up, and Devin stood over me breathin’ hard. "If you just used a vibrator on her, then how do you explain the cops finding semen in her?"
"What?"
"You heard me! The cops said they got a sample they collected, and they’re runnin’ it against their database. So don’t you sit there and tell me that you didn’t have some man rape her, before the two of you cut her throat."
I blew smoke in his face. "Look, Devin, you can believe me if you want to, but I don’t know nothin’ ’bout that shit. The only one that was wit’ me was this little cutie I fuck wit’ sometimes, and she was just there to help me carry the shit out. She never even went upstairs. And even if she did, she ain’t got no dick."
"Then tell me what the cops got in their fuckin’ rape kit?"
"I don’t know, but I did see a man leavin’ your house."
"What you talkin’ about, Qianna? What man?"
"I’m tellin’ you that when we got there, we saw a man leavin’ your house. We had been parked about ten minutes when I saw somebody comin’, and they looked like they had come from your house."
"What he look like?"
"White boy with blonde hair. I figured it was either one of your friends, or maybe wifey was just playin’ crazy. Either way, he didn’t need to see us sittin’ there. I told Cutie to get down, and we both crouched down in our seats until he was gone."
"Was she awake when you killed her?"
"No."
"How long after he left did you go inside?"
"Had to be a least another half-hour before we got out and went in the house."
Devin didn’t say anything. "That would still be enough time."
"Time for what?"
"If she took her pills after he left, it would still be enough time for her to be out when you got to her."
"You thinkin’ she was fakin’ that crazy shit, and fuckin’ this white boy?"
"Yeah. That’s what I’m thinking," Devin said, and dropped his head.
I stood up and tried to reach out for him. He grabbed the nape of my neck, pulled me closer, and kissed my neck. It felt as if waves of current comin’ from my clit spread throughout my body. Like a greedy crack fiend, I quickly unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants, and reached inside his briefs. I felt its warmth then glided my hands up and down his dick. I unbuttoned his shirt; the feeling of his chest against my nipples made them swell.
He massaged my titties gently, squeezing my nipples. Devin started kissing and licking my neck, sucking and gently biting my ear lobes. Then his index finger found my clit. I reached for his shoulders to steady myself; my knees locked, my body shuddered from the inside out.
I pushed Devin down on the bed and straddled him. I grabbed hold of that dick and glided it inside me. He put his hands on my ass, and my hands dropped to his chest. I could hear him moaning quietly, his face twisted and contoured. He throbbed and I felt him expand; my fingers dug into his chest. His body became ridged; I pumped harder. His mouth was open; his eyes were locked in mine now.