Power

by Kenya Wright

  “Maybe that’s the problem.”

  “No way.”

  She let go of my cock and leaned over to kiss me.

  I can’t touch those damn lips anymore.

  Dodging that treacherous mouth, I flipped her over and got on top of her. “Are you teasing me? Give me what I want, baby.”

  Fuck. What now?

  She slipped her panties down, revealing a wet pussy between her thighs. My cock stayed hard. The sight of pussy made men erect. It couldn’t be helped. I wanted Mary Jane, loved her in every way, knew that she’d be the one below me, instead of Butterfly.

  But it was wet pussy, my cock stayed hard, and I had to end this.

  “Play with that pussy,” I ordered.

  She obliged, yanking away her panties and penetrating that wet flesh with her fingers.

  “There you go, baby. That’s what I want.” I held my dick in front of her, moving my fingers over the length and making sure the guard was getting a good look at it. He did. Disgust played over his face. Sweat trickled down the side of his face. Good. The sex makes him uncomfortable. He placed the gun to the side and looked in another direction.

  I yanked my pants down. “You want this dick, baby?”

  “God, yes, Noah. You’ve kept me from it for so long.”

  I chuckled. “That was all I needed to do earlier was give you some dick?”

  “Oh, yes, Noah.”

  “There would be no war, if I’d just kept coming by?”

  “Yes, papi. Keep giving it to me and you’ll never have to fuck with me in these streets.”

  “Noted.” I lifted my leg out of the right side of my pants and bent down to take out the left foot. Bending over and keeping my face hidden on the bed’s side, I pulled the razor out of my shoe, yanked the paper off, kept it on the carpet, and got down on my knees. “Do you want me to kiss it, Butterfly?”

  “Please, Noah. Oh, God, please. Then we’ll talk about everything.”

  “We should.”

  If I cut her now, how do I get out? I can leap for the guard and possibly choke him. If I kill him louder, I’ll need to grab his gun before the others run in. 305 is in the Volvo, but he’s only supposed to be my getaway out of here.

  Buying myself more time, I whispered, “Beg for it.”

  “What?”

  “Tell me how much you want me to lick your pussy.”

  “Oh, please give me that tongue, Noah.”

  How do I get out of this room in one piece? The window maybe. Second floor? I probably could do it.

  “Oh, Noah. That tongue makes me go so crazy.”

  But there’s possibly shooters on the roof. That’s what I would do if I was hiding from a beast. No. It will have to be the door.

  “Lick this pussy, Noah.”

  The guard still faced the wall as he held the gun in his hand. Holding back the bile in my throat, I caressed Butterfly’s spread thighs. For her, this moment would be everything, the minutes she believed I loved her, the last instances of her life.

  “You’re so wet for me.” I slipped my finger inside of her. Watching me through half-closed eyes, she gently moved the lace away from her breasts.

  I’ve got to get her, before she comes. Right now, she’s off balance. Once she comes, she’ll be too focused.

  “There you go, my butterfly. Enjoy it. You’re worth it.” I thought back to my other favorite topic during my childhood. Anatomy. I especially loved the subjects devoted to veins and blood.

  My favorite teacher, Mr. Franklin, had a huge mannequin in the center of the stage. He’d raise his stick and point at each vein. “Here’s the largest vein which is the aorta. In your upper arm is the brachial. On your shoulder is the subclavian. And then you have the abdominal aorta around your abdomen. Your upper legs hold the femoral, your neck the carotid.”

  I raised my hand. Mr. Franklin signaled for me to talk.

  “Which ones would be dangerous if they’re cut?” I asked.

  “That’s most of them. Any vein that’s not in your foot or hand.”

  I kept my hand up. “So you cut one of the big veins and what happens?”

  Mr. Franklin appeared a bit nervous, but he gave me a weak smile and answered. “You need to apply immediate pressure to stop the bleeding. But for the really big arteries and veins in the head, chest, abdomen, and pelvis, you would need more. They’re too large to simply stop the bleeding on your own. Especially in the arm or leg where spasms and clotting could occur.”

  I raised my hand again.

  This time, Mr. Franklin didn’t seem happy to signal for me, but he did. “Yes, Noah.”

  “So you can kill somebody pretty fast, if you cut them in the leg or arm?”

  Mr. Franklin gulped as he watched all of the other boys in class staring intently at him and waiting for the answer. “Uh. . .well. . .yes that is one way, but that is not what. . .we will be discussing today.”

  Finger fucking Butterfly some more, I continued to take in the scene around me as she rode her own reality. In her mind, I was sure she believed that her victory had finally come. I’d given her no other reason to think differently. She’d wanted it so badly that her brain would help me more than my words ever could. All of our lives, she’d been walking in this distorted reality where I loved her and she loved me.

  Sink in those dreams. Swim in those lies.

  She moaned, “Noah.”

  The guard glanced over his shoulder for a second.

  I winked at him.

  Shocked, he turned back the other way.

  I was sure this man was in a sticky situation too. He had to have known my reputation, if only from Butterfly’s lips. He’d probably come here to protect her from war. Now that the war was over, he’d be worried about who would be in charge. I could be his new boss. In this moment, it wouldn’t be a good idea to possibly piss off his future boss. I bet conflict twisted in his chest as he wondered where the night’s events would end.

  Did he worry about his own safety? I hoped not. He’d been unlucky enough to pick the wrong side and sit in the wrong room. He would have to die tonight along with Butterfly and the guards outside the door.

  When the guy turned away from me and Butterfly closed her eyes. I reached for the blade, placed it my mouth like Top had taught us years ago, and sped up my finger. She twisted her hips and gripped the sheets with her hands.

  “Just like that, Noah,” Butterfly groaned. “Just like a beast.”

  I rose with the blade tight between my teeth and my mouth closed, hiding it. One slip up and I cut my own tongue and choke on my own blood. One mistake and the razor could fall out of my mouth. If the guard happened to spot it and he would shoot me straight in my heart. One error and we could all die in this hotel room.

  Kissing her thighs one by one, I continued toying with her pussy as she writhed from side to side and whispered, “Noah, play with it like that. Only you know how to do it just right.”

  I grunted with mock desire and landed a trail of soft kisses up her thigh. One peek at the guard told me that he was spying a little, but trying to make it seem like he wasn’t. Every few seconds, he would give a quick glance at her breasts, probably wishing he could take my place and be licking her. In the next second, he’d be turned back around and hiding his gaze.

  “Oh, Noah! Yes!” Her moans grew louder.

  I flicked her clit fast with my thumb, spit the blade into my other hand, and spread her legs open more. I considered all of the many arteries in the leg. The difference between the vein and artery was that arteries took blood away from the heart to all the other organs in the body—brain, liver, and even kidneys. The main artery of the leg was called the Femoral. It began in the groin and ran all the way down to the knee.

  That was where I sliced Butterfly first. Quick. Simple. Blade so sharp, she had no idea she’d been cut.

  “Lick me, Noah. Yes, baby. Please.”

  Blood beaded down her thigh, but only in tiny droplets. My stomach turned, but I breath
ed through it. I had to finish this tonight.

  “Oh, I’m going to lick you until your heart stops, baby.” I fake grunted, placed the blade back in my mouth, buried my face between her thighs, and pressed my lips gently on her clit.

  “God, yes!” She screamed in pure joy and rocked her hips into my face.

  Squinting, I peeked at the guard again. The man now had his hand in his pants and was trying to hide it with his arm, the one that held the gun. However, his best grip was on his dick. No man would stroke with the wrong hand.

  Let’s hope that you can’t shoot well with both hands.

  “Oh lick this pussy, Noah. Lick it all up for me.”

  As soon as the guard turned away, I opened my lips, stuck the razor out from my teeth, slashed her clit off, and dropped the razor.

  “Oh, my god!” Screams bellowed from Butterfly.

  “Oh, yes, baby!” Blood sprayed and I rushed to get on top of her, spitting the blade out on the bed, and sticking my tongue in her mouth.

  Pain covered her face.

  Now you know that you’ll die.

  “Ah!” Shrieking, she tried to pull me away with her hands, but I pretended that it was all a part of the fun as I got between her legs and pushed against her like we were fucking.

  “Scream, baby,” I yelled. “Tell us all how much you like this dick!”

  “Haw!” She couldn’t get her words out as my hand covered her mouth. “Ahh. Nah.”

  Scooting up higher on the bed, I rocked into her body some more. “Yeah, baby. Hell yes this pussy could start another war.”

  Noises came from her, but it could have been the passionate sounds of sex.

  “Oh, yes, baby.” I felt her body going limp, but she still had a lot of fight in her. “Oh, yes.”

  She tried to scream and I stopped it again with my hand, shielding the view from the guard. She bit my flesh. Fire blazed through my hand, but I wouldn’t move it.

  “Hell yes, Butterfly!” I shoved at the bed some more, making the head board slam against the wall.

  You’re dying. Accept it, because you brought it all on yourself. I had no reason to kill you, Butterfly, until you came for me. Until you caused so many to die.

  Her gaze stayed on mine. Guilt hit me a little as I saw the hurt in her eyes. She’d really believed that I loved her. It wasn’t the best way to go out, but the only way I could get Butterfly. I had to use her love against her. There was already a black liquid leaking out of that dark organ in her chest. What could she ever know about love? When she tried to force it on me, by having me kill my own friends? That wasn’t love, but the ego. The sickness inside of our brains that allowed humans to think, from time to time, that we were right when we were absolutely not.

  She spasmed against me, but still I kept my mouth on hers, blocking the last few screams. I wanted to vomit there as the front of my thighs and cock grew warm and slippery with her blood. She’d been bleeding out the whole time I smashed into her, and soon the scent would fill the air.

  I’d have to act soon.

  “Yes, Butterfly. Take that.” I targeted that bitch with my gaze and showed her all the hate I had inside of me for her. She’d almost killed Mary Jane twice. If she’d gotten the chance, I would’ve been ruined forever. “Can you feel it, baby? This is how much I love you.”

  Tears fell from her eyes. She groaned under my lips, shaking against me. Her eyes rolling around in those lids as she died in my arms.

  “There you go, my love. My everything.” I slammed into her fading body, moaning loud, and making the bed squeak and boom. “It was this dick! That’s what you wanted all along?”

  The guard glanced my way with an odd look. Could he smell the blood yet? I surely could.

  With no time to ponder it, I dove for him. Like a mad man. Like some fucking bird in the air. Like all the heroes in those gangster movies that never held fear in their eyes, just pure cold courage pumping in their hearts. I charged for that motherfucker and wrapped my hands around his neck, before he could drop his dick and turn his gun my way.

  I was sure we made a noise, but it didn’t startle the guards. Perhaps, they figured Butterfly and I were still fucking.

  Come on. You’re almost done! Kill him and get out of here.

  “Yeah, Butterfly! Like that!” I squeezed the guy’s neck as he did everything he could think of to save his life, kicking and slapping. The gun fell to the carpet. His skin tinted. Sweat dripped down his face. “Oh, come on, baby. Take this cock! Take this fucking cock!”

  I wrung his neck the whole time and slammed the back of it against the wall with the rhythm of my words. “Take. This. Cock!”

  The guard went out with no problem. It had actually been easier to kill him than I thought it would. I had no time to waste. If Butterfly was smart, she’d have cameras in the room and a team monitoring everything. But no one had stormed in and Butterfly lay on the bed still shaking and unable to speak. I lifted her trembling body up in front of me and dragged her to the door. Tonight she would have to be my body shield.

  “Eh!” I screamed as I gripped the now dead guard’s gun and pointed to the door. “Something’s wrong with Butterfly!”

  The door flung open. I pulled the trigger. A bullet hit the tall guy’s chest. I ducked behind Butterfly’s body as it barely stayed up in front of me. Nothing was a better shield than another human being. The short guy shot my way, but it was too late. He should’ve ran out of there and called for help.

  I pulled the trigger again and hit him in the forehead. Quick. Both bodies fell to the ground. I dropped Butterfly. Her body crashed to the floor and rolled next to her guards. I didn’t even put on my pants or close my opened shirt. I grabbed the tall one’s gun. He never had a chance to shoot it, so he’d have more bullets than the rest.

  Racing out of there, I still wasn’t sure if everything would be over.

  The storm had finished, yet the night still grew cold. I shivered as I sped down the stairs. Men hollered above.

  They spotted me on the roof.

  Bullets came my way.

  Fuck. They know something’s wrong. Maybe I should’ve put on my pants.

  A car started off in the distance among the gun shots and my racing down the stairs. I hoped to God it was 305 in the Volvo ready to take me out of here. If not, I would kill his ass too. I was too close. Everything had worked out. This was the last part. All I had to do was get out of here and return to my baby. I didn’t know who Butterfly had hired or started working with, but I would deal with them later. Or maybe it wouldn’t be a new problem.

  Until then, I had to get to Mary Jane and wash all of this shit away.

  So close. So close.

  At the bottom of the stairs, more shots came. So far I’d only gotten grazed on the arm. Headlights blared in front of me. I had no idea if it was a Volvo or not, but I rushed to the passenger side and jumped in.

  Good. It’s him.

  I barely closed the door as 305 sped off.

  Sweat covered 305. “You said you would give me a sign!”

  “I did.”

  “What was it?”

  “What was the sign?” I dropped the gun and fell back in the seat, my heart hammering in my chest. “The fucking men shooting me from the roof was the sign.”

  “You need a better fucking sign, boss.” 305 shook his head and pushed his foot on the gas. “And you need some clothes too. A jacket is in the back seat.”

  “Shut the fuck up and get me to my parent’s cottage.” I glanced back at all the men who’d run out to the front of Mercury hotel and tried to shoot at our car. It was too late. We had too much distance. I snatched up the leather jacket behind me and placed it on my legs. “Let me cover up, before you get jealous.”

  305 snorted. “You know I’m black right?”

  “What are you saying?”

  “There’s a strong probability that my dick is bigger than yours.”

  “That’s a stereotype.”

  “That’s a ster
eotype that I have invested my whole life in.”

  I checked behind us again. No one followed. Whoever had given Butterfly those men to work with would get the news tonight that she was dead. Hopefully, they would be smart enough not to come my way.

  I sighed. “When we hit downtown, I want you to jump out and get some baby wipes.”

  “Why can’t we just wait until we get to your parent’s cottage.”

  Butterfly’s blood remained on my hands, thighs, and chest.

  I swallowed down the disgust, making sure I didn’t vomit in the car. “Just stop and get some fucking baby wipes.”

  Once we left the area, 305 slowed down and wiped his forehead. “So is she dead?”

  “Yeah, I cut off her clit, slashed her legs, and killed three of her guards.”

  “Goddamn. What is it about you and slicing off body parts?”

  “It’s my thing.”

  “Let’s hope MJ doesn’t hear about that.” He rounded the corner, sped down two more blocks, and then entered the highway. “Wait. You said Butterfly had guards? Whose men? Your’s?”

  “Naw. White boys. I don’t know who they belonged too.”

  “Sounds like a new enemy.”

  “Not my enemy. Aristotle’s enemy.”

  “Shit, you think Aristotle will take over Din City? That motherfucker may need a straitjacket and to sit off on his own somewhere for a while.”

  “Let’s hope not. At this moment, I don’t give a fuck who runs the city. I’ve retired, tonight. I may have killed for the last time. Let Din City decide.”

  Chapter 35

  Mary Jane

  A young man was hosting frisky old women. He said to his slaves: "Mix a drink for the one that wants it and have sex with the one who wants that."

  And the women said: "I'm not thirsty."

  –Philogelos (The Laughter Lover)

  Although super exhausted, Fuji left to get Crusher’s dwarves.

  Harmony slept in the other room while Crusher watched television and desperately tried to stay awake. After telling me his story, he warmed to me a little. Granted, he still creeped the hell out of me, but it was twenty percent less of a creepy factor.