Life After Death by Cliff White III Read Free Book Online

driving a stolen Ford Focus – on our way to kidnap and kill the unsuspecting Elizabeth Abrams, whom Redman had booked off a dating website called Moco. She was a beautiful, light skinned woman who had a good job as a dentist, and who was loved by the community for the work that she did. I wondered if their opinion of her would change if they knew she was a complete freak. She thought she was accompanying Redman to a sex club to participate in a huge orgy. Little did she know that her bad karma was ready to catch up with her.
         I had sex with Elizabeth one time a few months before I was arrested and  kept it moving. The problem was that she had become obsessed, and called so much that I had to block every number she would call from. I didn't feel bad because I had been up front that I was only out to have fun, and she had said that she was with it. When my trial came around, there she was on the stand getting her twisted revenge. She testified that while she was my girlfriend, I forced her to have sex with me several times, and that I even beat her up a few times. She said she never reported the rapes because she loved me, and she said she was testifying because she felt that she had to help put me away for life so that I wouldn't get a chance to kill and rape again. My lawyer said that out of all the witnesses that testified against me her testimony was the most damaging by far.
         Every action has a reaction and I feel though my reaction is severe it is definitely justified so I feel good about this murder. She now lived in Cecil County as an upstanding citizen. I am glad to see how she has progressed in life. I’m also glad she is beloved in the community. This way I know she won’t be alone during her funeral. I also felt good about putting some distance between murders. (that is, we didn’t want to leave a “crime footprint” in just a limited geographic area) It was a perfect little town to violently kill and dump a white girl’s body. The attention to this crime will be purely distracting.
         We pulled up in front of her apartment building and beeped the horn. I peeked up from my covert position, which was on the floor under an itchy ass wool blanket, and shook my head. Her body was still off the chain, and she was aging like your typical black woman: her face still looked as young as ever! Her jeans and shirt looked like they had been air brushed on her. Her sexy, super high heels separated her from the typical woman. Redman sighed and shook his head.
         “Man she looks like an angel.”
         I looked at him with disgust in my eyes as I quickly got back into my covert position.
         “She was my beautiful angel before she hopped her ass onto that stand.  Now all I see when I look at her is a big puddle of blood.”
        She got into the car and her sweet smell filled the car. I heard them kissing. I slowly rose to see Redman kissing her with his eyes open. He tilted her neck towards me as he leaned away from her. I slowly put the rusty ass garrote I had been dying to use around her neck. Right before it touched her neck her eyes popped open, and ours locked. I smiled she jerked forward. The garrote sliced into her neck as I twisted it tighter and tighter. I felt the vibrations as I cut through veins and bones. The feeling of violent vengeance made a smile control my lips!
         I rose all the way up so I could look down into her eyes.
         “Yeah bitch! You put me on death row, but look who Karma has dying first! Make sure you suck on the words you said in my trial in hell!”
         As she continued to struggle, Redman pulled off quickly and inconspicuously. It was the longest two minutes of my life waiting for her to die. She struggled to the death with strength that I couldn’t believe. My entire body was covered in sweat and blood. Plus, my hands ached terribly. The mafia movies always made strangling somebody look easy. Trust me, the it is hard,