Vengeance Will be Mine

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Acknowledgements

First and foremost I want to thank GOD for allowing me the opportunity to use my gifts. I take them not for granted.

I want to give mind to my children Sade, Moniesha and Aaron, thank you all for allowing mommy the time to pen my first novella. Thank you guys for being so unselfish and supportive of my dream.

Thanks to my mentor Deidra D.S. Green for always being there when I need you, taking my phone calls and kicking my tail and most of all believing in me.  My partner in editing J’son M. Lee, I love you, Boo. Lashawone Powell, you rock on the covers, thanks Sweeti Pie! Kendra Littleton, Nicki Williams, you guys are the best beta readers ever, thank you! Nicole ‘Nikki’ Curry-Hinton, Marion ‘Mary’ Curry, Kimberly ‘Kim’ Curry, thanks for supporting me through this endeavor. Kr Bankston, thank you for the countless hours and millions of laughs behind this book. Also, thank you for loaning a few good men.  Mea Epps, thank you for giving me a million ways to kill a character. I love the love you’ve shown me.

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Chapter 1

Didn’t I tell you to have my dinner done and my bath drawn before I come home? I told you what to cook, how to cook it and most importantly how to position it on my plate. Your ass insists on trying me. These ass beatings will stop if you would just listen to me. Until you listen to me and do just what I instruct you to do to, nothing more and nothing less, I’m going to continue to beat that ass. Learn to follow directions with your simple ass. Now, get your ass up and fix my plate! I want it just the way I detailed it on the diagram. It’s a damn shame, I leave your ignorant ass clues and pictures and your simple ass still can’t get it right! Get your ass up and get in there!

But...But... I was trying, I really was. Raheem’s teacher called and I...

The blow came swift and unexpected. Whatever words Rhonda was about to speak were knocked back down her throat. Clayton was beyond livid. She knew whoever was on the other end of the phone would have to wait until his dinner was prepared and served properly.

The incessant ringing of the phone is what broke her stride in the kitchen. After the phone call, Rhonda found it hard to focus on dinner for her family, Clayton in particular.

No buts, because of you I have a break in my routine. Get me a drink and meet me in the family room. You better have your ass right behind me too!

Rhonda went to the kitchen and opened the freezer. She pulled out the bag of ice and dumped it. She fished around the cubes until she found three perfect cubes to put in the glass. Clayton wanted his ice cubes to look a certain way and be a certain size. Closing the door on the freezer, she winced, trudged to the sink and rinsed the cubes. Going to the cupboard, she looked around for the Hennessey Black. She poured just enough to cover the ice, but making sure not to let the drink splash on the sides of the glass.

Clayton was anal about the way he liked things. The food in the cupboard had to be in alphabetical order. The food is the freezer had to be arranged from his most favorite to his least favorite. When his food was prepared, he wanted it to look like it did in the advertisements.

Rhonda made her way to the family room to deliver Clayton’s cocktail. She took out the coaster and quietly sat his drink down. Making a beeline for the door, she was hoping to get out of there before he said anything to her. She was almost across the threshold when she heard him clear his throat. She stiffened and froze in place awaiting his next set of instructions.

Come here!

Rhonda slowly turned and headed toward the chair he was sitting on. Clayton patted his leg telling her to take a seat on his lap. She took a seat on his lap, she was trying to relax and not show him how scared she was.

Kiss me.

Cringing, Rhonda turned her face to his. She closed her eyes and moved toward his lips. His lips lightly brushed hers. He rubbed his hand up and down her thigh. He kissed her again, this time it was more urgent, hungry. She froze and immediately thought about the consequences from the last time she cringed when he demanded a kiss from her.

Feeling her hesitance, Clayton softened his approach. In his mind he was right and what he was asking for was not too much. He stopped rubbing her thigh and let his hand rest just above her knee. Feeling her relax, he slowly started the tour of her body. He kissed her more and little less intense.

You know you make me crazy when you don’t do what I tell you to do. I hate that you don’t listen to me. I’ve told you time and time again I need my meal at a certain time each and every day. I walk in the door and I expect you to do what I have told you to do. I don’t allow you work outside the home because I make sure there is plenty for you to do in this home. I make enough for all the bills to be covered and also have some leisure time. So unless you like getting your ass beat, do what I tell you to do. I love you and I want you to know that, but I won’t hesitate to lay the law down if need be. Don’t let this have to happen again. When we are finished with dinner run water in the Jacuzzi so I can take care of you. By the way, what’s for dinner?

We’re having turkey lasagna, garlic bread and Caesar salad with red wine. Will you be dining at the table tonight or in the family room? Rhonda said meekly.

We are going to do this family style tonight. Set the table in the dining room and let’s eat in there. Where is Raheem, tell him get ready for dinner.

He hasn’t made it...

Ma... Ma... Ma... where you at? Raheem said going room to room looking for Rhonda.

We’re in here!

Yeah ‘Heem, in the living room, Clayton echoed behind Rhonda.

Rhonda jumped and cut her eyes at Clayton. She silently hoped he didn’t address the school issue with Raheem. Rhonda wanted to approach Raheem first, then work on a solution before Clayton offered his solution. His solutions always had heavy ramifications. Making her way out of the family room, Rhonda scurried to get the dining room set up for dinner. Somehow she knew it was going to be a long night.

Chapter 2

So ‘Heem, how was school? Clayton asked between bites of food.

School, school... it was...

Cut the shit! What happened in school today that has your mama late preparing my supper and so bent out of shape. She got her ass beat tonight and it’s all your fault. So again I ask you WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN SCHOOL TODAY!!!???

Baby, his teacher says he is bright and one of the smartest in his class. She says he has the potential to...

I didn’t give you permission to speak. I’m talking to your boy, my boy, our boy. I’m only going to ask once more. What the hell happened at school today ‘Heem?

Dad, before we start talking, can I...

You can’t say or do shit unless you are telling me what happened in school that had your teacher breaking rule number one between us. You remember that rule, right?

I do, but dad let me explain, please.

I’m listening, Clayton said leaning in on the dining room table.

Remember when you told me not to share with anyone that I had training in various areas of Martial arts? Well, I didn’t tell anyone and I kept silent about it until a kid in my class blurted it out in front of the football team. I thought nothing of it until one of the bigger guys on the team kept trying me. He’s in my class. He’s bigger than me so I tried to ignore him as long as I could and today he pushed the wrong button and I did him in right in front of the class. Raheem explained casting his eyes down.

In front of the class ‘Heem, in front of the fucking class? Have to be fucking kidding me. How fucking stupid could you be? When I signed you up for Karate what did I tell you the main purpose was?

Discipline.

When we signed up for HapKito, what was the purpose for that?

More discipline.

Taekwondo?

Even more Discipline.

Ninjutsu?

Even more discipline. But Dad, let me explain...

"Explain my ass. You are excused from dinner. Go to your room, shower, and meet me in the gym in approximately 25 minutes. Not 25 minutes and 30 seconds. 25 minutes from this very moment. Get your