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Coworker My Ass

Fontaine “Danger” Wells

I been sitting outside her job for an hour now.

Window halfway down, blunt perched between my lips, blacked-out Range creepin’ behind a row of parked cars. My eyes locked on the front doors of that glass building, waiting for her to walk out.

I had the engine low, music lower—some old-school Jill Scott playin’ through the speakers.

Call me crazy I truly don’t give a fuck, sorry. Not.

I was watching my lady makin’ sure she was safe. After a long days work, sounds to me like I’m being a gentleman.

Janelle came out the front in them tight ass work pants that hugged her ass so good. Silk blouse clingin’ to her titties, curls bouncin’, that pretty skin glowing in the late sun.

My dick twitched just lookin’ at her.

But then he stepped up to her and my shit went soft.

Some light-skinned, colorful suit wearin’ motherfucka’. Smilin’ hard as hell, standing a li’ too close.

I leaned forward, narrowed my eyes. Watched her laugh at somethin’ he said. Next thing I knew, they hugged. Full body, arms wrapped, her cheek against his chest. I gripped my thigh so hard I heard my knuckles crack.

Fuck this nigga think he doin’.

That wasn’t no friendly goodbye. That was some form of intimacy. A nigga smelling the top of her head, pullin’ her close, holding her for twenty seconds too long.

That was a nigga tryna taste somethin’ that ain’t his.

They walked off in opposite directions. She got into her lil white Benz, all casual and shit. But him? He walked off down the street. I couldn’t wait to handle this nigga, I was gon’ make it fun, messy and slow.

I dropped my blunt in the tray, sat up, and started my car.

Time to follow the motherfucka’.

He ain’t even check behind him. Too damn comfortable. That’s how you know niggas ain’t never had any real world terrors—they forget its evil out here; evil be me. I tailed him smooth, quiet, two cars behind, black tint hidin’ the rage on my face. We hit the freeway, then some side streets in Obsidian heights. Big-ass trees. Quiet little neighborhoods. He pulled into a two story crib with a long-ass driveway, flowers ‘nshit.

Cute.

Real fuckin’ cute.

I parked a few houses down. Slipped the suit jacket off and grabbed my Nina from the glove box. Fully loaded. Extended clip. Suppressor already on. Slid my rings off, unbuttoned my button up leaving me in just my wife beater.

Before I went in I stared at the sky thinkin’ of Janelle and suddenly my dick got hard all over again. Just imagining the sounds, the taste, the smell.

I chuckled. “I miss my baby.” I uttered, cocking my gun.

I took another breather then went in for the kill.

He didn’t even hear me come in. Back door was damn near open, I crept through the kitchen, heard music playin’ upstairs. Heard the shower runnin’.

I stood at the bottom of the stairs. Waiting, gun behind my back.

When the water cut off, I moved.

He came down with a towel on, hummin’ some shit. Soon as he hit the bottom step, I stepped from the shadows and pressed the steel to his temple.

“Who—p-please…” he stammered, eyes wide.

“Shhh,” I whispered. “Don’t talk. Just listened.”

He froze. Tears tricklin’ down his face.

“That woman… you work with. The one who you touched today.” I said, voice low, steady. “After work, in the front.”

His brows pulled together. “J-Janel-”

Wrong name to say.

I cracked him across the mouth with the butt of the Nina. Blood splattered. He hit the floor, groaning. I stepped over him, crouched low, and whispered right by his ear.

“You ever feel pussy so good it fucks with your mind?” I asked. “So wet, so warm it makes you feel like you floatin’?”

He groaned, tryna crawl away. I grabbed his leg and yanked him back like a rag doll.

“Her pussy got my soul screamin’, nigga. And y-you got the fuckin’ audacity to put your dusty ass hands on her?”

“P-please, n-no I never touched her.” He tried to plead but it came out gurgled—blood in his mouth, panic in his eyes.

“N-n-no?” I mocked, voice taunting. I laughed

The sounds of his cries filled the ears of the walls.

I slid my gun into my waistband and pulled the knife from my ankle. Long. Clean. Sharp as hell.

“Nah,” I murmured. “I ain’t gon’ shoot ya buddy. You don’t deserve that.” I smiled.

The first stab went in his thigh.

Deep. His scream bounced off the walls, but don’t nobody check on shit out here. Too quiet.

I kept talkin’. Calm. Controlled. I sliced his cheek, split his lip. Blood everywhere. My hands were red, but I ain’t flinch. I felt good.

“She’s taste…” I whispered. “ So. fucking. Sweet. ”

Another stab. This one to the gut. Slow twist. He coughed, shook.

“So, you can understand why I’m so upset, right?”

I leaned close.

“She’s mines. Only mines.”

He stopped movin’ after that.

Breathin’ turned shallow, then stopped altogether.

I stood over the body. Heart beatin’ fast but steady. Mind buzzin’. Not with fear. With pride. With peace .

This was love, obsession, protection. In its purest form.

I cleaned up what I could. Left no prints. Slipped out the back and drove off calm like nothin’ happened.

Back in my loft, I stripped outta the blood-stained shirt, lit a blunt, and stood in front of the mirror. My chest was glistenin’. Muscles tight. Face emotionless.

All I could think about was her.

That pussy. That voice. The way her breath hitched when I touched her soul through her panties.

I’d kill again without hesitation.

Because once I put my dick in her?

She didn’t have the option to belong to nobody else.

It was me or no one.

And I was just getting started.