Addicted to a Detroit Savage 3

by April Nicole

  “Oohhh, what you doing?” she moaned. Kairo knew what he was doing with that big tongue, she just wanted to ask.

  “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t resist your wetness,” Dre said, continuing to lick and kiss the inside of her thighs. This made the hairs on the back of Kairo’s neck stand up. He took his tongue and moved her cute panties aside and licked her sweet pearl.

  “Oh, fuck it,” Kairo said as she spread her legs apart and pulled her panties aside for Dre to get a clearer view of her smooth, shaved cat. He took one deep inhale of her and sucked on her clit that was already swollen. He flicked his tongue up and down, lapping her goods like a dog drinking water from a water bowl. “Ooweee, shit!” Kairo squirmed as she felt her soul being snatched from her body. Dre looked up as he continued to devour Kairo’s good pussy. She had a sweet taste, as if she bathed in pineapples. Her sweet, sticky cum began to ooze out like she had a cream pie.

  “Damn, this pussy tastes so good,” Dre said as he lowered himself to catch the white cream that oozed out her. He wanted to lick her anus too since she appeared clean. One lick turned into ten licks to her asshole. Dre took his index finger and fingered her warm pussy until she began to squirt all over his face. “You a squirter aren’t you?” Dre said as he got up and wiped his face.

  “Yes, but where are you going?”

  “I think we should take this to the room, before things get messy,” Dre said, picking Kairo up and taking her into the bedroom. He laid her back down and caressed her soft, succulent skin.

  This was the moment Dre was waiting for, to finally see how Kairo felt. Soon as he was about to go all the way and stick his dick in, he was suddenly woken from his dream.

  BANG!

  “What the fuck!” Dre said as he jumped up out his sleep when he heard the loud noise coming from the living room. It sounded like someone was intruding in his home in the middle of the night and knocked something over because it was dark. Little did he know, someone was already inside his home, just lying in wait for the opportunity to present itself. He grabbed his gun off the nightstand next to him and went to investigate the loud noise he heard. He slowly crept from his room to the hallway with his gun pointed in front of him. He knew traveling to Detroit to see Delano with Kairo was a bad idea for him. It would mean betrayal to the southern cartel to step into the northern cartel’s territory, but the Voodoo queen insisted he go anyway for Kairo’s protection.

  “Nigga put yo’ fucking hands up!” a chill cat from their crew who went by the name Beez said as he came from behind Dre. This startled him and he couldn’t turn around fast enough before he felt two bullets rip through his rib cage. “Yea bitch, Delano told us about your little business trip to the north. You know what the fuck that means?” Beez scolded and ran out the house before checking to make sure Dre was completely dead first.

  “Marie Laveau sent me!” Dre groaned as he held onto his chest and was gasping for air out of shock.

  Everything around Dre was moving in slow motion as he kept gasping for air. He looked down at his white shirt and saw the blood stains expanding as he bled out. He managed to grab his car keys off the coffee table and sped over to Kairo’s so the Voodoo queen could heal him. But it was too late for Dre. He had difficulty breathing as he sped through the stale night to get the help he needed. The air was hot and dry in his nostrils, causing his nose to bleed. Droplets of blood began to leak slowly down onto his white tee.

  When Dre pulled up to Kairo’s residence, he couldn’t park the car fast enough because he was on the grass and inches away from the concrete porch. He crawled out the car with trail of blood following him. He banged and pounded hard as he could on Kairo’s red wooden door until a light flicked on and she answered.

  “Oh my goodness!!” Kairo screamed as Dre finally collapsed into her arms. “Dre, what the fuck is going on?!” Kairo was going into a bit of a panic. Here it was 3 am and her negotiator, her friend was dying in front of her eyes.

  “De-Delano sent someone to-to kill me for coming north,” Dre stuttered as he looked up at Kairo. He knew he it was only a matter of time before he died.

  “SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!” Kairo screamed and wailed as she held onto Dre’s lifeless body. “Dre, please don’t leave me! Madam Marie Laveau!”

  “Chile, he has reached his fate,” the Voodoo queen said as she ran her hands over Kairo’s back to console her.

  “It’s your fault, you sent him up there with me to get killed?” Kairo snapped with slob combining with her tears.

  “Dre died from the hands of your husband who is now an enemy to you and to us in the south. He knew the consequences this would bring. It was only for your sake. Had I not sent him you wouldn’t even be alive right now. You are addicted to that man and he got your whole family killed. You have to be strong and leave him alone.”

  Kairo didn’t fix her mouth to say another word. She just stood up, laying Dre’s dead body on the ground. Her eyes were filled with tears running down her eyes. She was covered with Dre’s blood and couldn’t take another person being snatched from her. From this day forward, Kairo would never be the same. The Voodoo queen was right, it was time she fought back and left Delano’s toxic ass alone. Once and for all, this would be the last time Delano took someone she loved.

  Malachi, who is she?

  Meanwhile, Malachi and his partner Keno were back in Detroit hitting licks. Motherfuckas were getting clipped left and right. It hadn’t even been a full 24 hours and half the list Johnny gave him was cleared. Johnny knew what he was doing when he gave Malachi that hit list. He simply wanted to test him and see if he was capable of bodying niggas before he needed him to body the main person, which was Kairo. He waited to present her name because he knew Malachi might choke. After all, it was his father’s wife.

  “Man, I think I’m going to call it a night Keno,” Malachi said as he pulled back up to the warehouse.

  “Ok, good looking. I will see you tomorrow at 12?” Keno asked, confirming their duties for tomorrow as he was getting out of the car.

  “Yea, I will see you then.”

  Malachi parked his car and walked inside the warehouse to find Jackie. He wanted a little sloppy toppy before he left to go home. At least he knew he could get some of that stress relieved with the good ass mouth game she had. When he finally reached her office, he walked straight in without knocking and saw her treating another patient. Not medically, but sexually. She was bent over her desk as one of the security guards, whose name was Pierre, was pounding her old pussy to a waterfall. She began to gush like a water fountain. They both stopped in their tracks to see who would just barge in like that.

  “Oh, my bad, I’ll just come back,” Malachi said, turning to leave back out the door.

  “Wait, come in young blood. Stuff your dick in my mouth,” Jackie said as she motioned for him to come over to join the pair.

  Pier was shocked and couldn’t believe this bitch was about to let them run a train on her. Malachi didn’t hesitate and removed his pants immediately. He put his dick in her mouth and she sucked his shit until he busted down her throat.

  “Shiit, I wasn’t expecting to cum that fast!” Malachi took his dick out and jingled the remaining nut off his Johnson.

  “Come on, let’s switch,” Pierre suggested, as he was getting tired of stroking her pussy that wasn’t making him cum fast enough like her head.

  “Nah bro, you can finish hitting that bitch. I got to go pick my girl up,” Malachi said as he turned to leave. He got what he came for, which was his nut, now he was about to go pick his girl up and chill.

  Soon as he got to Alexis’s crib, she was already sitting outside waiting on him to pick her up. She came running down the stairs flashing her pretty white teeth and deep dimples. Malachi gave her a hug and a kiss, helping her put her bags into the trunk before they pulled off to go back to his apartment in the Fairview manor. When they pulled up to his apartment, Alexis noticed a very pregnant female was asleep on his porch, which happened to
be Olivia.

  “Babe, who is that pregnant girl sleeping in front of your door like that?”

  “Uh, shit!” Malachi let the cat claw his throat ‘cause a nigga couldn’t say shit. He knew it was Olivia. How the fuck she found out where I stay? Malachi thought to himself as he parked the car and pushed the button to turn the ignition off.

  “Who the fuck is that?” Alexis repeated with an attitude.

  “She is my ex-girlfriend,” Malachi finally said, but Alexis was already out the car and on her way to see who she was for herself.

  “Excuse me, excuse me sweetie. Who are you?” Alexis asked, nudging Olivia until she woke up from her sleep.

  “Who the fuck is you?” Olivia said, startled from this skinny bimbo shaking her out her sleep.

  “Alexis, Malachi’s girlfriend. I believe you’re sleeping in front of our door.”

  “Malachi, this why you left me and your unborn son? So you could be with somebody else?” Olivia asked as Malachi approached the two girls.

  “Wait a fucking minute. You didn’t tell me you had a baby on the way!” Alexis squealed.

  “I didn’t know she was pregnant,” he lied.

  “Oh bullshit, tell the little bitch whatever she wants to hear. Nigga you knew this shit six months ago. And we ain’t going no motherfucking where because we here to stay.”

  “Oh no honey, you got to get the fuck up off our porch today! I don’t give a fuck where you go, but you can’t stay here,” Alexis retorted.

  “Who the fuck is you, the police? I said what I said!” Olivia snapped.

  “Ladies, chill. Olivia, you’re pregnant, you don’t need to be stressing out more than you are. Come on, let’s get you and the baby inside where it’s warm.”

  “Oh, so you just gon’ let this bitch in our apartment?” Alexis huffed, placing her hands on her hips.

  “Alexis, she is pregnant with my son for God’s sake. Stop nagging and being a bitch.”

  “Nagging? You got a whole bitch out here sleeping on your porch and then gon’ allow her to come in on top of that and I’m supposed to be ok with that?”

  “Nobody forcing you to stay either, do what you feel is right. Don’t stand there arguing with this woman knowing she can’t fight while she is pregnant.”

  “Fuck you Malachi, pop the trunk,” Alexis said.

  “Thank you!” Olivia said, picking up her bags off the porch while Malachi opened the door to his plush ass apartment. “So, this how you living while I’m going to doctor’s appointments alone? You shacking up with skinny bitches while me and your unborn son is struggling, don’t know where our next meal is going to come from?”

  “Liv, please don’t—” Malachi tried to finish his sentence, but Alexis interrupted talking more shit.

  “Oh pity, pity bitch, it’s not his fault that you ain’t got nowhere to stay.”

  “Who the fuck was even talking to you?” Oliva said, motioning her hand back and forth.

  “When you talking to my man, you talking to me too!” Alexis yelled and walked past Olivia, flinging her hair in Olivia’s face.

  “Bitch!” Olivia said, gripping a hand full of Alexis’s hair.

  “AGHHH!” Alexis screamed, for she was in excruciating pain.

  “Whoa, what the fuck! Stop it, what’s wrong with y’all?” Malachi pulled Olivia off Alexis from snatching her shit bald. “Both of y’all, cut your shit.”

  “Tell that bitch to stop pulling my hair,” Alexis said, pouting and folding her arms across her perky breasts.

  “For one, you can tell her that yourself; she standing right here. But if y’all both gone be here I need y’all both to fucking chill, or both of y’all will be out my house.”

  Olivia scrunched her face up, rolling her eyes. She simply hated Alexis and Malachi right now. Had her adoptive parents never thrown her out for getting pregnant, she wouldn’t be asking to be living there.

  “Fine,” Olivia said, finally giving in.

  “Olivia, you will sleep in the guest room back here,” Malachi said as he led Olivia down the long hallway to the guest bedroom. She sat on the bed, and he put her bags down. “I will be in the other room if you need me.”

  Malachi went to his bedroom to get ready for a shower and Alexis came into the room booty butt ass naked.

  “What the fuck is you doing?” Malachi asked.

  “Marking my territory,” Alexis replied, looking at her nails.

  “Alexis, for you to be 18 you sure do act like you my age. Go put some fucking clothes on.”

  “But this place is in my fucking name,” Alexis said out loud to make sure Olivia heard her.

  “I don’t give a fuck who name it’s in. You need to grow the fuck up. You see I’m not making a big deal out of it, why should you?”

  “Alright bro,” Alexis said before slipping on her nightgown and getting into the bed. “Bet no funny business be going down when I’m not here.”

  “Alexis, can you please shut the fuck up?” Malachi said leaving out the room. He was tired of hearing dumb shit. Having enough of both the women bickering, Malachi ran him a hot shower and rolled up a blunt. He thought getting his dick sucked was going to relieve his stress, but he was wrong. These women brought that stress right back on him.

  Ding! Ding!

  Johnny: Meet me at the warehouse tomorrow at 12.

  Malachi: Aight

  Swoop!

  Malachi blew a couple more puffs of the honeycomb backwood before putting it out so he could get in the shower. He stood in the middle, allowing the hot water to cleanse his guilty conscience from all the murders that he committed earlier that day. He had a lot on his mind and couldn’t help but to think about how after all this time his father still wasn’t shit. Even after he found him himself and moved in with him. All he ever wanted was to have a relationship with his father. A bond that could never be tarnished or broken. But instead, he sat here planning on killing him instead. Malachi so desperately wanted to end his father so bad, he just couldn’t because he didn’t have the guts to do so.

  “Huh,” Malachi sighed, as he cleared the foggy mirror to stare at his reflection. He was looking at the reflection of a young lost boy heading in the wrong direction. He had no clue he was running straight into the hands of a corrupt uncle. But he had to learn on his own, and one day he would. Click! Malachi turned off the bathroom light after he brushed his teeth and returned to bed lying next to Alexis. He laid there deep in his thoughts. He thought about how over the years he’d built up so much animosity towards both of his parents for abandoning him as a baby. Something he would never understand completely. He was just so angry that neither one of them was ever there for him. He felt as soon as he got the chance to meet his mother, she was snatched from him just like that. He sighed one more time before finally turning over and falling asleep.

  * * *

  At noon the next day, Johnny waited for Keno and Malachi to show up to the warehouse. He was so impressed with their job, that he had prepared another hit list that needed to be executed. Since they were precise and discreet about the job, he decided to pay them each $75,000 in advance. He looked down at his gold Rolex to check for the time, which had quickly moved to 12:05 and they both were late.

  “Where the fuck is these young niggas?” Johnny asked himself, as he picked up his cell to call them to see where they were at. He was about to cuss both of them out so nasty, but they both walked into the warehouse at the same time. Johnny got up from the edge of the desk, folding his arms across his chest. “Well if it isn’t fucking tweedle dee and tweedle fucking dum. I’m glad this wasn’t a mandatory meeting. Both of y’all fucking heads would have been chopped the fuck off.”

  “Seriously?” Malachi said, sounding shocked his own uncle would even do such a thing. He really didn’t know him well. If he had to say that, he just didn’t know him well at all.

  “Nigga shut the fuck up before we both catch a bullet,” Keno whispered and nudged Malachi in his rib cage.


  “Did I hear you say something Malachi?” Johnny asked, standing in front of Malachi face to face.

  “Nah, Unc, all is good.”

  “Good, that’s what the fuck I thought. Well I called y’all both here because if you would have checked your accounts this morning, you would have seen that I deposited $75,000 in each account. I am proud to say that you both have elevated to my top snipers in the business. If you keep up the good work, you will get a $10,000 bonus by the end of the day. So, without further ado, here is your new list.”

  Malachi glanced over the hit list Johnny gave them and saw one name that stuck out in particular. Mayor Gresham’s name.

  “Unc, um, you want us to take out the mayor of Detroit?”

  “That’s what the fuck the hit list says,” Johnny said as he put on his black Gucci leather jacket.

  “How are we remotely even going to get close to Mayor Gresham?” Keno asked, also curious about how they were going to kill him. He had no clue as to how they would even come close to killing a motherfucker with so much security, surrounded by guards like he was the president. He guessed that was a perk of having so much power in the city.

  “Tonight, he will be at a gambling party. I will text you with the details and make sure you don’t get caught. You will do serious time in the big house if you get caught so make sure you leave no witnesses alive. Now I have to meet up with your dad, Malachi. See y’all later,” Johnny said and departed from them.

  Twenty minutes later, Johnny parked his Charger in front of the boutique and inserted his key to get inside the store. “What the hell?” Johnny said to himself, when he noticed the place looked deserted when it was after 12. Ain’t no way in hell the store should be empty. The store should be swarming with customers by now. A good afternoon rush was good money.