War 2 All Hell Breaks Loose

by T. Styles

  It was evident.

  Somebody under the bed was trying to assassinate him.

  On his feet, he snatched his weapon off the table and started firing toward the mattress. He didn’t know if he hit anybody or not, because by the time he decided to look back, he was sitting in his car butt naked, speeding away from her house.

  Now miles down the highway, he used his car cell phone to dial a number. Within a few seconds Mason answered. “Aye, boss, we under attack!”

  “I know,” he paused. “I been hitting you for hours! Get the men off the streets!”

  But it was too late.

  Banks had killed every important soldier but Amos.

  His operation had been demolished in a matter of hours.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  Banks sat in his office drinking a bottle of vodka. His recent actions of attacking Mason’s soldiers proved successful but were also a distraction. Yes he handicapped his once good friend’s operation, but in the end it didn’t bring him any closer to finding out where Minnie was, or in getting his family to Wales Island.

  At the end of the day Mason’s move of killing Vanguard hurt. He needed that plane.

  Taking a deep breath, from a secure line, he called the one person he didn’t want to.

  “Banks Wales,” Nidia said hearing his voice on the phone.

  “Nidia,” he slurred a little.

  “I didn’t think you’d be returning back to me this early.” She paused. “Although I must admit, I’m pleased you did.”

  Banks sighed. “I’m not coming back.”

  “Then why are you calling?” She said in a dark tone.

  “Nidia, I know…I mean…I know you don’t want me to leave.” He paused. “And I’m fucked up by that, because we did a lot of good business together.”

  “What I want is for your happiness. Even if that’s not your desire for me.”

  “I need you to let me access one of your planes. For a month or so. I have to make some trips back and forth.”

  She laughed.

  He sat back in his chair and frowned. “Fuck so funny?”

  “You have everything a king could desire and yet you purchased one plane?”

  The power of her words hurt and rang true at the same time. Banks never thought about buying more than one plane because he wasn’t a flashy type dude. He purchased the plane he loved. And one that would provide extreme comfort for the flight his family had ahead of them. But prior to this moment, he never saw the need to by two until now. Even with his cars, although nice, he only bought what he required.

  “I messed up.”

  “Yes.” She paused. “You did. But I’ll help you.”

  His eyes widened and he sat the bottle on his desk. “I thought you’d say no.”

  “Maybe you should think of me differently. Perhaps you don’t realize how much I adore you.”

  Feeling relieved, he wiped his hand down his face. “Can you have one of your pilots fly it out to the airport I use? And then—”

  “Slow down, Captain Wales. We haven’t spoken of what I need yet.”

  He leaned back into his chair. “What is it?”

  “You. I want you. And this time I don’t want part of you, Banks Wales. I want you sexually and mentally too. You come with me, and I will have your family taken wherever you desire. And together we will build an even bigger empire.”

  Her words did make him think. If he threw himself on his sword, and gave her what she wanted, then his family would be safe. Sure there was the thing of him being a woman instead of a man, but he reasoned as badly as she wanted him, she may not care.

  But could he really leave his family?

  He took a deep breath. “I can’t do that.”

  “Then we don’t have a deal. Goodbye, Banks Wales. And good luck.”

  ****

  Nidia sat in her bedroom with the lights off looking into darkness.

  After ending the call with Banks, she started to loathe him deeply. In all of her life, he was the one man who she desired and yet he remained unattainable. Had he not been worth so much to her business, she would have killed him long ago.

  Nidia was used to dealing with men who lusted money and power, which she could provide in abundance. And as a result she would bring them closer to their knees. But Banks didn’t want frivolous things. He only wanted the end game, which meant being out of coke, and safe with his family on their island.

  And so, after suffering yet another Banks Rejection, she realized it was time for her to control the narrative. As she did when she was a ten-year-old little girl, who was accosted after being lured to her teacher’s home under the pretense of getting candy.

  Except there were no treats.

  Instead she was passed around by twenty perverted men, with desires of raping a child in mind. At first she cried as pain ripped through her body, but as the days went on, her tears dried up. Besides, no one cared and some got off on her torment. She started to pay attention to what men desired, and once skilled enough, she used their impulses to get them hooked.

  Whatever they liked, she did it better.

  Before long, in the middle of the night, without the teacher knowing, each man secretly professed their undying love, along with promises to help her escape if she would commit to only them. Of course she lied.

  The goal was survival and then escape.

  Always.

  And when she was thirteen, she used that power to break free with the help of a pedophilic pediatrician.

  Within ten minutes of escaping, she called the police and the bad doctor was eventually arrested, along with his sick friends.

  All she wanted was to return to the single father who raised her.

  And she got her wish.

  Back at home, she expected her father to accept her with open arms. But he rejected her, because he was too ashamed to deal with the guilt of allowing her to be captured in the first place. Sure he made certain the teacher and the rest of the pedophiles were convicted of their crimes, but he never felt the same about his daughter. There was humiliation looking into her eyes, knowing about all the things she endured.

  He felt like a failure.

  And still she wanted her father’s love.

  Things turned dark when relying on what she learned from the perverts, she walked into her father’s room one night. Hoping to make him love her again, she slid under the sheet and placed his penis between her lips. Overcome with the amazing way in which she made him tingle, he allowed her to pleasure him until he reached an orgasm.

  But the moment she finished, she quickly realized she made a grave mistake. Now fourteen years old, he ordered her to pack her things, took her in his car and dropped her across the border in Mexico. The last thing he wanted was to get locked up, like those he brought to trial, for violating his daughter the same way.

  She was alone.

  But only for a while.

  Her beauty was intoxicating and soon after the younger brother of a Mexican drug boss rescued her from a filthy shelter. Her eyes said she’d seen many things and that was alluring by itself.

  Before long their bond grew and he fell deeply in love, but it was Pablo, the drug Lord, who nurtured her until she was old enough to take his bed. And a day after their first sexual experience, when she was eighteen, he made her his wife. Proclaiming there had never been a woman who made him feel such things before.

  But too many men in her life now damaged Nidia, especially her father. And as a result she could never love properly.

  She trusted no one. Instead she resorted to her old habits and learned everything about Pablo and his business. And when she had every contact she needed, she slit his throat in their hot tub under the moonlight, met with his business partners the next day, and stole his empire.

  A week later she relocated to Texas, where she continued her operation. Her first line of business when her power grew great was to pluck the limbs off her father until he bled to death. She also ordered the pai
nful murders of every man who touched her as a child, whether they were free or in prison.

  So what was she to do about Banks Wales?

  Whose only crime was loving his family while rejecting her at the same time.

  After dialing a number, she waited for the caller to answer. “Mason, is that you?” Nidia asked.

  Silence.

  She smiled, having felt his shock through the phone. She knew he had been wanting a connection so she was granting his wish.

  “Uh, yes, I…”

  “I’m sending a plane for you,” she continued. “You’ll meet with me tonight.”

  “Indeed.”

  Three hours later, Mason was sitting in Nidia’s dining room, eating cheese and crackers while sipping wine.

  Her choice.

  There was a silence between them but he was comfortable in it. He refused to make the first move. Besides, he heard tale of her legend and was keen on letting her rule. If he had learned anything from Banks over the years, it was to go with the flow, something he wasn’t accustomed to which is why he made many mistakes.

  After silence consumed them, finally she said, “I want to discuss business.”

  He sat his wine glass down and rubbed his hands together. “Okay.”

  “Upstairs.” She nodded toward the ceiling. “In the bedroom.”

  He was slightly confused, but followed her up the spiral staircase.

  Ten minutes later he was lying flat on his back, with her riding his dick. His head was twisted by everything. Was he really fucking the Plug? He couldn’t get her on the phone in the past; so never in a million years did he think this would be happening.

  Mason was also amazed that although older, she had complete control over the walls of her pussy. Inside she felt like a twenty something year old and he wondered how. Her box seemed to pulsate and stroke his thickness as if she were using slick hands.

  Loving the sensation, his fingertips peddled the soft wrinkles of her flesh, which felt like bunches of wrinkled silk. Although much different from Jersey, she was still unique. As he eased in and out of her slippery pussy, he did his best to hold back on reaching an orgasm. In the short time of being in her presence, he believed she felt most powerful in the bedroom, so he let her conduct the meeting.

  The moment wasn’t about him although it felt like fireworks.

  Powerful women were always alluring.

  “I’m going to work with you,” she said as she rose and fell onto his dick.

  He nodded. Hands on her waist, while remaining quiet.

  “But, you will need to do everything I say,” she continued.

  “I’m listening.”

  “I will give you Banks’ territory. But you will give me Banks’ head.”

  He allowed her to outline everything she wanted until she fell into an orgasm on top of his chest. She tried to get up, but he maintained his hold until he bust too. Only then did he let her go.

  When they both were done, she slid off of him, while both sat on the edge of the bed.

  His silence intrigued her.

  She knew he wanted the moment to be on top. So why wasn’t he singing her praises?

  Mason put on his clothing as she eyed him intently.

  When he was done, she broke silence first again. “Your answer?”

  He stood up. “No.”

  She glared. “What you say to me?”

  “Banks and I got beef, but it goes deeper than you realize.” He paused. “And I ain’t about to kill him for you. Whatever I do to him will be based on my plans. You want the nigga dead, you kill him yourself.” He moved toward the door.

  “It would be a shame to walk out on me.”

  He looked at her and nodded his head in agreement. “You been hating me all my life. Even when I was a kid.” He paused. “Why should that change now?” He bopped out the door readjusting his dick in his jeans.

  She was stunned.

  She calculated a wrong move.

  Sure Mason wanted to get at Banks, after all, he hurt his son. And yes he wanted access to Nidia’s cocaine. But to work arm and arm with the enemy, to Mason, felt like a different type of disloyalty. It just wasn’t his brand.

  And he wasn’t willing to comply. Not even for money.

  A few minutes after Mason left, her loyal subjects entered the room. “He’s leaving. You want us to bring him back?” One of her men asked.

  “No,” she smiled.

  They were confused at her calm manner.

  But Nidia didn’t care. She was enlightened for the first time in a long time. Now everything Banks fought for, when he tried to connect her with Mason made sense.

  Even though Mason was a Lou, he had a code. And in a world full of savages it was refreshing.

  So she let them both go.

  In her own way.

  For now.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  Banks was seated in his office.

  Time was running out on how he would get his family to safety. The alcohol he was quaffing messed with his mind and as a result, he didn’t have his wits about himself.

  Still, there was work to be done.

  Starting with a phone call he didn’t want to make.

  Banks dialed a number and took a breath. Seconds later Claire answered. “What do you want?”

  “How you holding up?” He asked as if he gave a fuck.

  “You may have been friends with my husband but I never liked you,” she said truthfully. “I always knew that you would do exactly what you did, ruin our lives.”

  “I’m sorry.” He said honestly.

  “Sorry doesn’t bring Vanguard back now does it? Sorry doesn’t change the fact that my children are without their father.”

  “You’re right.”

  “Then please tell me what the fuck you want from me?”

  He stood up, walked out of his office and toward the basement. He already had privacy but he needed to move around if he was going to stomach the most racist person alive.

  “Are you there!” She yelled from the handset.

  Once inside the basement, he closed the door and flopped on the sofa. “I need you, I need you to tell me where Vanguard’s plane is located.”

  “You can’t be serious.”

  “I am. Very serious.”

  “Nigger, I wouldn’t give you a plane if you could shit my husband alive out of your ass! Do not call my number again, or I will file charges!”

  When she hung up, Banks tossed the cell across the basement, breaking it into many pieces. He regretted it immediately because it was his only mode of contact.

  And for the first time, since Nikki died, tears rolled down his cheek.

  Although silent, the pain was no less real as he imagined how once again, those he loved would be ripped away. When the door opened, he stood up and wiped the tears off his face.

  Confused and knowing something was wrong, Harris, Joey and Spacey walked inside and up to him.

  “Pops, what’s wrong?” Harris asked looking at his shattered cell.

  “Just get back…get back upstairs.”

  “No!” Joey said. “We not leaving you!”

  “Yeah, Pops,” Harris added, “Not this time.” He paused. “Now what’s wrong? Is it about Minnie?”

  “I fucked up, sons,” he said shaking his head. “And I put my entire family, everything I love right in the…right in the fucking middle!”

  “Pops, I wanted to talk to you about that night, of the shootout,” Harris said. “Someone was outside the window and at first I thought he was one of your men but then…everything kicked off.”

  Banks frowned. “Did you recognize him?”

  “No, but I would if I saw him again.”

  When the door opened, Bet walked inside, interrupting their conversation. Without asking what was happening, she moved toward her husband and gripped him into her arms. Whispering in his ear she apologized for what happened in the bedroom, when in a desperate attempt to feel closer to him, she forgot
who he was.

  He forgave her.

  Seconds later their sons, covered them too.

  In that moment, as they embraced, more tears poured down his face, although he never uttered a sound.

  Crying in his mind was weak and yet he felt a weird sense of relief.

  Tears poured for the loss of his mother.

  Tears poured for having killed his own father.

  Tears poured for losing Nikki, without giving her the simple life she deserved.

  Tears poured for not knowing where Minnie was, and if she was okay.

  And tears poured for Mason, for realizing that he would have to kill him dead dead to really save his family.

  When he was done, Banks took a deep breath and wiped his eyes. “I’m gonna get us out of this,” he promised. “It may take me some more time but we will be on that island.”

  “Banks, let me help,” Bet begged.

  “No.” Banks said shaking his head.

  “Just give me a chance.” She paused. “Please. I can do this.”

  Banks took a deep breath and moved closer. He wanted her to feel his seriousness. “Stay out of it, Bet. I got us.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  6:17 AM

  Claire poured herself a cup of coffee when there was a knock at the door. She moved into the guesthouse, behind their burned property, which had been blown up earlier that night.

  The fire department begged her to stay elsewhere, but since the guesthouse was unharmed she preferred to stay close to her things. And there was nothing they could do to change her mind. Especially since she was out of their way while they investigated the crime.

  Banks’ men had left immediately after the blow up so there was no more protection. She wouldn’t have wanted it anyway. She felt untouchable.

  Believing it was another fire or bomb investigator, Claire walked to the door. She was surprised to see a familiar face on the other side.

  “May I come in?” Bet asked.