by Lewis, Rika
Chapter Seven
Eytin had fucked up. He’d dropped his cell phone, and hadn’t even realized he had until it started to ring. He had watched Aspin undress in the bathroom and it almost brought him to his knees. Her smooth caramel skin was tempting him. His cock had hardened to excruciating pain within the confines of his jeans. Her breasts were small but perfect, his eyes had roamed down to her hips, waist, and ass and he had to bite the inside of his jaw when she bent over to turn on the shower and her rounded ass was up in the air. My God, he wanted to rut her like bull. He’d grabbed the front of his crotch and had to adjust himself. When she came out of the bathroom, it took everything, in him not grab her and beg her to let him taste her, instead all he could do was whisper her name.
Aspin turned around slowly to stare into Eytin’s electric blue eyes. He had the sexiest eyes she had ever seen on a man. Eytin was standing here in her house… in her bedroom…never mind the fact that he’d all but broken into her home but that she was standing in all her glory naked before him. No man had ever seen her naked before, she felt as if he could see through her skin to her very soul and she longed for him to take her in his arms so that she could feel his hard body against hers. Shaking now from anticipation and feelings she herself did not understand. How could she be so attracted to a man that just so happened to be a damn Nazi was beyond her. She was not prepared for the longing she felt now.
Tears prickled into her eyes as her body began to tremble not from being scared but in hope that this man would finally touch her. As crazy, as that may have sound she wanted this man. She had never had the pleasure of sex before and she craved it more than ever now. She watched him as his eyes raked over her naked body making her shiver even more. Glancing down his body, she could see his cock straining against his jeans. “So… he was just as affected as she was.”
I’m sorry for breaking into your home. I’m not going to hurt you Aspin. I just needed a place to crash for a minute. Eytin watched her body tremble and he wanted to hold her, to reassure her that he wouldn’t hurt her. Damn it, he didn’t want her scared of him.
Suddenly the blaring of his phone sounded again snapping Aspin out of the trance she had been in and she jumped. She looked down at the phone to see that it was this Lex person calling again. She looked up at Eytin who had made no motion to move towards her. She tossed him the cell phone then turned and hurried to the bathroom and slipped on her robe as she turned back around Eytin was standing in the doorway blocking it. Aspin stepped back, still unsure of what he was going to do, or furthermore…why it was her house he chose to break in to. I
Eytin answered his phone in a clipped tone. “Yea, what the fuck is going on Lex?”
“Where in the hell are you Eytin?” “I’ve been trying to call you.” Do your shit is plastered all over the news right now.
“I’m safe for now; tell me what’s going on.” Eytin watched Aspin turn and lean up against the bathroom counter. She had slipped on a fluffy white terry cloth rob but it did nothing to hide the fact that her nipples had pearled to hardened little points causing his dick to bobble in his jeans.
From what I found out, that loud mouth fucktard Priest told the Feds that it was your gun, now they’re trying to pin the robbery on you as if you’d helped him do it. Where the fuck is the AB’s attorney at that motherfucker hasn’t showed his face yet.
That fat bastard is out of town right now, supposedly on family business. I figured that’s what Priest had done, the damn feds have already hit my house, it’s “Fubar” now bro.
Damn bro that’s fucked up! Listen it’s a good thing you did lay low. “I need a little time until I can come up with something.” I’m meeting with the DA again in the morning just wait for my call. I have a feeling something isn’t right about the AB that will ’s attorney watched that shit bro , I’m going to do some digging so just sit tight.
“All right man thanks; I’ve got money in the account pull some if you need too. Eytin hung up and walked towards Aspin. She jerked up and moved away from him. I’m not going to hurt you Aspin.
“How do I know that she said, grasping her rob tighter.”
If wanted to have hurt you I would have already done it. I’m sorry for breaking into your house but as I said, I needed a place to lay low for a minute. I have too much heat on me right now. I know you’ve seen what the Feds did to my house again. I’ve got some money I can give you If you’ll just let me stay here for a day or two.
“Yes, I saw; care to tell me what happened?”
Look the less you know the better off you’ll be. I don’t wanna to drag into my shit. Now I’d appreciate it if you would allow me stay here until morning at least. As soon as Lex calls me back with a few details, I promise I’ll leave. He motioned his head towards the shower. “Go ahead and take your shower I’ll sit right here and wait for you but leave the door open.” He walked around to the other side of the bed and looked out the window turning his back to her.
How can I trust you? You’re a member of the AB… aren’t you breaking your own rule by being here?
Glancing back to look at her before he turned back to look out of the window, “Coming here was the only safe place I had left to go he said, in a somber voice.”
“You… you felt safe coming here she asked?”
Licking his lips and roaming her body with his eyes again, he said, “Yes I feel safe here with you.”
Shocked she said, “Wow this must be hard for you… trusting a black woman?”
You have no idea Aspin; now please go take your shower. He needed her to step away from him before he took her and fucked hard on that damn bed.
Running her fingers through her hair, she went back into the bathroom, slipped her robe off, and stepped into the shower. Why she trusted him was beyond crazy. He was a member of the Aryan Brotherhood a vicious gang that hated blacks and anyone non-white yet she wasn’t scared of him. She quickly showered, dried herself off and tugged her robe back on. She walked into her closet picked out a maxi dress and slid it on. Turning back to Eytin, he stood there looking out of the window towards his house. She felt sorry for him, he may have been involved in illegal activities and by no means did she condone that but she could tell that he had taken pride in having his own home. She wondered if he’d had a good home life? She wanted so bad to ask him but thought better of it. “Eytin…would you… like something to eat?”
“No, I can’t accept your food.”
She frowned, what…you can break into my home but you can’t eat my food. I’m a little confused?
It’s the rules of the AB I don’t expect you to understand. “I can’t eat anything that another race has cooked okay. Don’t judge me. I’ll be okay I have some protein bars and water in my bag.”
Now that pissed her off, suit yourself. She turned and stormed out of the bedroom and headed down stairs to fix her something to eat. She’d made a chicken casserole the night before, and that was what she planned on eating tonight. He could sit there and eat his damn protein bars if wanted to. She still pulled out two plates though and fixed enough for him just in case he decided to change his mind. She placed them in the microwave and heated them up, placed them on the table and pulled out two forks then went to the fridge and poured two cups of juice. Then she sat down and dug into her casserole.
Chapter Eight
Eytin could smell the food all the way upstairs and it smelled damn good. His stomach grumbled and he was hungry as hell. He looked at the bars in his bag; they didn’t look appetizing at all. Damn it! He stood up and stretched then headed towards the delicious smell. He took the stairs two at a time, as he rounded, the corner the smell grew and he’d already made up his mind that he was going to break the rules of the brotherhood and eat what this woman offered, drastic times called for drastic measures. He leaned up against the doorframe to the kitchen and watched her eat. Each forkful she slipped between her luscious lips made him hunger for something other than just food.
Well ar
e you going to stand there and watch me eat or are you going to join me Aspin said, as she glanced up at Eytin. She tried not to smile because she knew he would come down once he smelled the food.
You do realize that I’ll be breaking the AB’s rule of eating food from a race not of our own. Can I trust you not to ever mention this again if I do?
Really…Eytin, you are the first Aryan that has ever been inside my home. I don’t normally associate with anyone who doesn’t like the color of my skin. You need my help not the other way around. As of right now, I am aiding/abetting a fugitive right now, so the last thing on my mind is telling someone that you ate any of my food. Even though I have no idea what you did, I’ll go to jail along with you and that scares me more than telling someone we ate together.
Damn, he had already fucked up by coming to her house and just thinking of her in a blue jumpsuit behind bars didn’t sit well with him. I’m sorry for all of this Aspin and you won’t go jail, I won’t let that happen. He took a seat at the table picked up his fork and jabbed some of the casserole then leaned over and held it to her lips. “Here you eat it first.”
Huh… Are you serious? What… Do you think I put something in your food?
He didn’t bat an eyelash as he continued to hold the fork to her lips.
She leaned over opened her mouth and ate the food he offered in order to show him that she hadn’t poisoned his food. As she swallowed, she opened her mouth showing him she had chewed it all. “Would you like another fork as well so that none of my germs get on you she said, sarcastically?”
He pretended not hear what she had said, as he dug into the casserole and relished the taste of it. This is good he said, trying to lighten the mood. Do you cook a lot?
Deciding not to answer his question, she asked, “Eytin, why don’t you like black people?” It was better to go ahead and get this conversation out of the way now, just to establish some boundaries.
Pinching the bridge of his nose he placed his fork down looked her the eyes then said, “I want you to listen to me real close because I’m only going to say this once and the only reason why I’m going to tell you this now is because you have showed me kindness.” I lived in the ruff area Nashville; my parents were heavy drug users. I was a dirt poor little boy who was always hungry, starving for food; I laid my head in a filthy trailer on a filth-strewn sofa, beside piles of used drug paraphernalia, tin foil and a shit load of lighters as my parents pretended to be the best parents a child could ever have. We lived a pathetic life… at one point they went out and sold my clothes and toys for drugs instead of food. In the midst of all the squalor, a poignant reminder of what my life should have been was this, reaching into his pocket he pulled out a silver-chained locket with a picture of his parents holding him when he was a baby. Engraved on the back of the locket was, “To our son the most precious gift God gave us we love you.” My parents in there drug induced state would beat me and burn me with cigarettes. My daddy would throw beer cans at my head for shits and giggles.
Aspin covered her mouth with her hand as tears moistened her eyes she said, “Eytin…I…I’m so sorry that happened to you.”
I’m not telling you this to make you feel sorry for me, I’m telling you this so you know why I’m like I am. As time went on and I made it to middle school there were plenty of us white trash kids in the neighborhood. The majority of the time it wasn’t so bad for me until my uncle started coming around. Once the blacks found out he was part of the AB they started picking on me saying, “I deserved to be beat up because I was a racist.” I had never been racist I had a few black friends at school. One day in particular I got on the bus to go to school, the bus was filled with mostly black kids and two big black boys decided to beat my ass while all the other black kids cheered on calling me a “Racist white trash trailer park nazi.” The bus driver kept driving as if he hadn’t saw nothing, by the time I made it to school both my eyes were swollen shut, my lip was busted and one leg and arm was broken. My two best friends AJ and Lex were the only ones who tried to help and they were the ones who carried me all the way back home that day. By that time, someone had told the principle and he sent DCS out to my house to investigate what had happened. DCS saw our living conditions and gave my parents two options… Let them take me, or send me to live with relatives until they could do better.
In short, my parents ended up sending me to live with my grandparents where my uncle lived as well. He was the one who raised me to be the fucked up man I am today but hay… at least the beating stopped, I didn’t live in a hovel anymore, and I had plenty of food to eat and money in my pocket due to some extracurricular activities. I started lifting weights at the gym every day while the AB’s taught me how to fight and stand up for myself. My uncle is the owner of Waite’s corner store here in Antioch, which you already know.
“Your uncle Aspin said, shocked.”
Yeah, my life’s a bitch, but you’d know nothing about it. I can tell you’ve lived a good life by the way you speak all prim and proper. I’ve been to hell and back, and can show you the scars. I’m married to brotherhood and for now I owe them my loyalty. I think about how my life was, wishing every fuck’in day I could forget but I don't go around fire expecting not to get burned and these nig… these blacks…don’t fuck with me anymore.” Those motherfuckers tried to kick me while I was down, now… I’m not the one gett’in my ass kicked anymore and now you know the reason why so just accept it okay? He yanked his fork back up and dug back into his food and continued you think being in the brotherhood is where our wannabe well, you’re wrong. I’m basically an errand boy and a whore for the AB. He looked up to see more tears in eyes don’t cry for me, said, I’m not worth it.
What you mean, your whore for the AB she asked.
Exactly what the word whore means. They pimped me and my friends out, we kept the old ladies happy while their husbands are out doing their dirt…but that was before I went prison…not so much now, I refuse to do it now.
Aspin pushed her plate away not able to eat anymore. She stood up, wiped the tears from her eyes, and looked at him. She thought not knowing who her parents were was bad. However, what Eytin had gone through was ten times worse. I So much hurt and pain in his eyes. God she wanted to reach out and touch him to show him that not everyone was out to get him but she held back.
I’m clean Aspin, I don’t want you think that I’m some perverted, diseased bastard siting at your table eating out of your fine china. I went to prison for two years, I’ve been tested besides that I always used condoms. I wouldn’t want to get a woman pregnant. What a fucking mess that would be, and I wouldn’t want to bring a child into this world with lifestyle I’m living right now. You must think that I’m a disgusting bastard right now huh?
Eytin, can I show you something? He nodded his head. She left the kitchen for a brief moment and came back with a picture album. She laid it on the table opened it and watched as his eyes widened. This is my family Eytin; my adoptive parents are white and black, my two brothers, and I are biracial. My parents love us and they raised me to be the woman I am today. I don’t know who my real parents are and before you ask… no, I have not tried to look for them I have my own reasons for that, but I am glad that my biological parents gave me to two wonderful people that love me. “I do think it makes a difference to some people,” what color you are but to others it doesn’t matter. “I don’t think we’ll ever live in a post-racial world honestly and it doesn’t bother me to date outside of my race because I didn’t grow up like that. “As far as interracial couples, whether you like it or not it’s something that’s come a long way and it’s just more accepted. You called it race mixing and I call it remarkably beautiful Eytin.
“I have been in many places with my family where people look at us funny all the time. At school, they treated me differently as well. Some white kids called me names like “Half breed,” while the black kids picked on me and called me a stuck up bitch for living on the rich side of town. There
fore, I do understand some of what you went through Eytin just in a different way. I have had plenty of people to hurt me but that doesn’t mean that I hate everyone else for what those kids did to me. I think people need get past identifying others as a class or a group and start identify them as individuals, it’s not about color. Love is colorblind Eytin…at least it is to me. I accept who are I could never hate you for that.
She walked around and picked up her plate and placed into the sink then turned around to see him flipping through her album by the time he made it to the last page it seemed like he had lightened up a bit. He closed the book and went back to eating his casserole.
“May I have some more juice please he asked, holding out his cup.”
Sure, she went into the fridge, pulled out the apple juice, and poured him another cup. As he finished it, she took his plate and placed it in the sink. It was getting late and now it was time for her to show him where he would be sleeping for the night. It had been an exhausting day before all this and she was feeling even more tired now. Umm, if you’re done and would like a shower I could show you to where you’d be sleeping for the night.
“Yeah, that sounds good. I could use a hot shower.”
“She turned to walk away but he stopped her.”
Hey…thanks, for feeding me. Your casserole was very good Eytin said, lowering his eyes as if it bothered him to admit to eating a black woman’s food was good.
Your welcome Aspin said, reaching out to touch him then realized what she was doing and snatched her hand back thinking better of it. She couldn’t help it she was a touchy feely kind of person. Always wanting to give people comfort. The last time she tried to shake his hand he had jerked back as if she had some sort of disease. Turning away from him she made her way upstairs.