by W. S. Greer
Becoming Carter
Copyright © 2014 by W.S. Greer
First edition published by B.O.S.S. Publishing, May 2014
Publishers Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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PROLOGUE
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
FIFTEEN
SIXTEEN
SEVENTEEN
EIGHTEEN
NINETEEN
TWENTY
TWENTY-ONE
TWENTY-TWO
TWENTY-THREE
TWENTY-FOUR
TWENTY-FIVE
TWENTY-SIX
TWENTY-SEVEN
TWENTY-EIGHT
TWENTY-NINE
EPILOGUE
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
When the door to the secluded room in the back of the Versailles restaurant swung open, the five men at the table immediately stopped talking and stood up. The eight other men and two women who weren’t seated at the table followed suit and rose from their chairs that were lined up around the perimeter of the room, just as the man they’d all been waiting for came slowly strolling in wearing a plain gray suit with a black button up underneath, and no tie. Everyone could tell that something was wrong. The tension that they all felt was immediately perceptible, and the look on his face let them all know that something serious was happening. They knew that everything was about to change.
The man in charge sauntered over to the small glass table and pulled out the large leather chair that had been pushed in at the head of the table. Before taking his seat, he surveyed the room and looked at every person who was present, looking them directly in the eyes to let them know that he saw them—that he loved them. The lights in the room were dim, but he could see the eyes of every one of his family members who stood in front of him. He recognized the tension on some of their faces, but today, he wouldn’t say or do anything to put them at ease. They needed to be on edge now. They needed to be tense. They needed to be alert.
He knew they were waiting for him. They wouldn’t move until he said so. So, Ivan Baskov slowly raised his hands as if welcoming them all to the meeting, and finally said “Sest’, moya sem’ya” (Sit down, my family). Everyone in the room slowly took their seats and waited for Ivan to begin.
“Nine months ago,” Ivan started, “I made a wager with Mr. Kelvin Carter. You all know who that is. What the bet was on is irrelevant. The only thing that matters is that I won. Kelvin Carter lost. The penalty for losing this particular bet was five-hundred-thousand dollars. That money, now plus interest, is still owed to me. But, that is not the full reason why we’re here today.”
Ivan paused for affect, while every other person in the room let his words begin to sink in. They now knew what this was all about, and they were ready.
“Six months ago,” Ivan continued, “Kelvin Carter Jr. put a hit on my son, Abram. They shot him twice, but as God would have it, Abram survived and is here with us today.”
Everyone in the room turned to look at Abram who was seated in a chair in the corner of the poorly lit room. Abram nodded at them, and every person who was present nodded in return, almost in unison. They all understood what he’d gone through, and being reminded of what had happened to him filled them all with rage.
Ivan cleared his throat and recaptured everyone’s attention. “The Carters have disrespected us. They’ve broken an agreement, and even worse, they’ve tried to gun down my son. Vash brat (your brother)! We will not stand for this. I know you all have been waiting for this, just as I have. Well today, moya sem’ya (my family), the wait is finally over. We’ve been silent long enough. We’ve let them get comfortable, and I’m sure they are all dumb enough to believe that everything is over. But, we’re just beginning.” Ivan looked to the man who was sitting directly to his left. “So, where are we?”
Ivan’s second in command and younger brother, Ilia Baskov, cleared his throat and ran his hand through his wavy dark brown hair before speaking. “We’ve had tabs on the captains in the Carter family, but the one and two have been much harder to keep an eye on. They’re very good at keeping a low profile. They haven’t had much luck keeping Kelvin Jr. hidden though. They seem to think that swapping out his modes of transportation will be enough to throw us off, but we’ve been aware of just about every move they’ve made in regards to Kelvin Jr. He uses a variation of four different vehicles, and has a bodyguard with him at all times. The bodyguard isn’t the issue, however. There’s something else.”
Ivan scrunched his forehead in frustration. “That’s not what I want to here, Ilia. What’s the issue?”
“Tracking Kelvin Jr. isn’t the problem. It’s his girlfriend,” Ilia responded.
“Ah, the one from the restaurant. How is that a problem?”
“She’s always around. He never leaves without her. She’s not a member of The Family, so what do you want us to do if she’s always there?”
Ivan chuckled lightly at the question. “We’re done waiting, Ilia. We’ve waited long enough. Every day that Kelvin Junior and Senior walk the earth, it’s a slap in the face to me and to Abram. It’s a slap in the face to all of us. We’ve let this go on long enough, and now it’s time.”
“I understand what you’re saying,” Ilia interrupted. “But, what do you want us to do about the girl?”
“I don’t care what you do about the girl! Do what you have to do. Make it happen, and do it without any regard to her safety.” Ivan slowly made eye contact with everyone at the table. “We are at war with the Carters, moya sem’ya (my family). If anyone is in the way, they’re collateral damage. If she’s with him, then she’s one of them. Let that not be lost upon any of you. We are at war.”
The windows were tinted so dark that I knew no one would be able to see inside. I could see out, though.
I tried to move my hands, but the material that was wrapped around my wrists was tied just tight enough that I couldn’t move them more than a few inches apart—tight enough to keep me from moving my hands too much, but not tight enough that it would hurt me.
I sat on my knees with my wrists tied together in front of me, as I stared out the back window. I couldn’t see what was going on behind me, so my heart was pounding in my chest. All of a sudden, I was unable to control my breathing as a blind fold was placed over my eyes and tied in a knot behind my head, stealing my vision completely.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, my voice shaking as I spoke to the man I couldn’t see.
“Ssshhh,” was his only response.
I could hear him moving, but I couldn’t tell what he was doing. I could also hear him breathing heavily, like the anticipation was becoming too much for him to bear. When he moved, I could smell the masculine fragrance rising off of his body and attaching itself to everything around us.
“Don’t move. Do you understand?” he said.
My heart
continued to beat aggressively as I answered. “Yes, I understand.”
Then, I felt the leggings that I was wearing being yanked down, and the sudden rush of cold air hit my bare bottom, causing me to tense up. I let out a light yelp as the suddenness of it all caught me by surprise.
“You want it?” I heard him say from behind me, just as he grabbed my ass and squeezed it with his strong, dominant hands.
“Yes,” I replied breathily. “Yes, I want it.”
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
I suddenly felt a blissful pain shoot through my ass and continue all the way up my body as he spanked me.
“Say it again. Tell me you want it.”
“I want it, baby. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, Kelvin.”
It was then that I felt Kelvin push himself deep inside of me. I inhaled loudly as every inch of him stretched me perfectly and he took a firm grip of my waist. I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel all of his thickness as he fucked me slowly at first, with long, drawn out strokes. I moaned lightly, and I could feel my breath being bounced back into my face as I exhaled into the back window of the exquisite limousine.
“Does it feel good, baby?” Kelvin asked as he began picking up speed with shorter, harder thrusts.
“Shit. It’s so good,” I answered. The sound of our skin smacking together was almost loud enough to drown out the sound of my voice.
Kelvin spanked my ass once again, then I felt him lower himself until his stomach was flat against my back. I gasped as I felt the intense sensation of his hand reaching underneath me as he began rubbing my clit with flawless speed, and perfect precision, all the while still pounding me with his cock.
“Oh my fucking god!” I yelled as he began playing with my clit faster and faster. I could feel the pressure building up deep inside of me.
“You know what I want,” Kelvin whispered in my ear. “I want to feel it, Lilliana. Fucking come for me.”
He was like a machine. The perfect combination of his dick inside of me and his fingers on my clit was pleasantly unbearable, and my body tightened itself beyond my control as a vigorous orgasm washed over me.
My body had a mind of its own, and tried to go limp from the stress of the massive orgasm, but Kelvin tightened his grip on me and held me up. He continued to stroke in and out of me while massaging my clit like he wasn’t satisfied with making me come once.
“I want to feel it again. Take it, baby,” he said as he fucked me. Then, he stopped rubbing my clit so that he could sit up. His hands rubbed the entire length of my back, then I felt him wrap my hair around his hand and pull it back towards him. Kelvin knew how to hurt me so good.
“Oh my god, yes! Take this pussy, baby!” I screamed, no longer caring if our driver could hear me through the thick partition as he drove us down the highway.
Kelvin took my enthusiasm as a cue and began fucking me as hard as he could. He wasn’t holding anything back, and I could hear him panting as he worked himself into a sweat, pounding me harder and harder. My screams grew louder, and Kelvin fucked me even harder. I tried to grip the back of the seat, but my wrists were still tied together, and Kelvin was fucking me so hard that my body wouldn’t stop shaking with every thrust he made.
It was the perfect combination of pain and pleasure, and I felt the familiar sensation inside of me as Kelvin’s cock suddenly stiffened. I knew he was about to come, but all I could do was scream as I was taken over by my own crushing orgasm. I could hear Kelvin moaning from behind me as his body jerked and convulsed as he came inside of me.
He finally let me go, and my legs gave way, forcing me to fall to the side and lay down with my face on the leather seat, still panting. I slowly reached up and pulled the makeshift blindfold off my face and saw Kelvin sitting on the floor, leaning back against the long red leather seat in front of me. He was still completely naked and obviously worn out. I smiled as he pulled the condom off of himself and tossed into the tiny compartment that contained the trash can. He looked up at me and smiled in return.
“Holy fucking shit,” he said with a grin. “Now that’s how you start the night off right.”
I couldn’t help but laugh as he reached up and wiped sweat from his forehead. He’d put in some major work in that short time.
“Fuck. I can barely move,” I said between heavy breaths. “My legs are so weak, but we have to get dressed. We’re going to be there any minute now. You don’t think he heard us, do you?”
Kelvin smiled and looked over at the black partition that separated the driver from the passenger section of the limo. “Who gives a fuck? That was amazing. If he did hear us, he wouldn’t say anything anyway. He’s too new.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
Kelvin and I managed to pull ourselves together and started getting dressed again. Well, I was still pretty much dressed, but my hair and makeup were now a mess. Kelvin, on the other hand, had stripped himself down to nothing but socks and diamond stud earrings. I figured he’d do that, because there was no way he was about to sweat out a perfectly good suit.
We sat next to each other fixing ourselves up, making ourselves presentable for the dinner we were about to have with our good friends Lexy and Mike Farrington. It was Mike’s thirty-seventh birthday, and he’d decided that he wanted to spend it with us at his favorite restaurant, Red Lobster. Kelvin and I were happy to accept their invitation to dinner, plus it was our six month anniversary since the day that we’d first seen each other in Applebee’s, so we had a tiny celebration of our own.
Things had been going extremely well for Kelvin and I since I found out that his family was the mob. Surprisingly, there hadn’t been any weird, unexpected drama in the form of old Russian men approaching us, and Kelvin’s family was starting to think that things were finally settling down. They still had their hang ups about keeping us safe, but everyone in his family was finally coming around to the idea of us being together. I still hadn’t met his father, but the rest of The Family was extremely nice to me.
We’d gotten into somewhat of a new routine since the day I met Ivan Baskov in the Applebee’s parking lot three months ago. Kelvin’s uncle, Michael Carter, insisted that Kelvin go back into “safe mode” when he found out that we’d had a run-in with Ivan. They took Kelvin’s motorcycle and Camaro and stashed them both somewhere safe, so that no one would recognize him just by seeing a particular vehicle. Now, Kelvin and I were being driven just about everywhere. Usually, it was Kelvin Senior’s bodyguard, James, who did all of our driving, but for the past couple of days we’d been being driven by Tony Vail, a newbie trying to earn the good graces of The Family. Uncle Mikey thought it was best if we swapped drivers and switched routines every now and then. Tony was nice enough, but it was obvious he was still intimidated by everyone in The Family, including me and Kelvin.
Kelvin was doing the best he could to make the Red Chip casino a legitimate business. After confessing that there was illegal gambling going on in his casino, he’d promised me that he’d clean it up and eliminate all illegal activity from the place. He’d also told me that there had been numerous heated arguments between him and his father about that particular issue, and it was proving to be harder than he thought it’d be. Nonetheless, I knew he was working the issue, and I was proud to stand by his side in full support of his attempt to go against his father’s wishes. The mission hadn’t been accomplished yet, but I was still proud of him for trying to turn it around, and I knew it wouldn’t be something that would happen overnight.
Ten minutes after we’d finished our road sex, I looked out the window and recognized the Red Lobster sign. Luckily, I’d just finished reapplying my makeup, and Kelvin was just finishing tying his black patent leather shoes. I side swept my bangs while Tony seemed to struggle finding a parking spot. It was a chilly Saturday night, and apparently everybody in Chicago felt like having Red Lobster.
The limo came to a final stop in the very back o
f the packed parking lot, and Kelvin and I stepped out into the crisp, night air. Kelvin didn’t waste a second putting on the jacket to his black suit with thin red pinstripes, and I put on my fur coat just as my arms were beginning to develop goose bumps. We closed the door behind us just as Tony closed his and came strolling over to us. Kelvin put his hand up to tell him to stop.
“This is how this works, okay. You wait five minutes, then you come in after us and take a seat anywhere in the restaurant where you can still see us. I’ll let you know before we’re ready to go so that you can leave before us and get the car warmed up. Got it?” Kelvin said to the young man, making him even more nervous.
“Got it, sir,” Tony replied. He zipped his red coat up all the way to his neck and crossed his arms in an attempt to keep himself warm, as Kelvin and I started towards the restaurant, hand in hand.
Once we made it inside, a blonde with huge boobs escorted us through a maze of tables to where Lexy and Mike were already sitting, waiting for us. The second I made eye contact with Lexy, her smile lit up the entire restaurant.
“Well, look at you two” Lexy chirped as she rose from her seat to give me a hug, the top of her white floral dress struggling to contain her huge breasts. Mike stood up and shook hands with Kelvin. “You two lovebirds looking all spiffy and shit. How are you guys doing?”
“Good, good,” I replied as Kelvin reached for my chair to pull it out for me. I sat down and Kelvin helped me scoot in a little, then he unbuttoned his jacket and took his own seat. “Happy birthday, Mike” I said with a cheesy smile.
“Thank you, thank you. And let that be the last time we mention that it’s my birthday for the rest of the night. I don’t need any more reminders that I’m getting old.” Mike was still a handsome man at thirty-seven years old. He must’ve had really good genes because he still didn’t have a gray hair on his head, and he kept himself in decent shape so that he wouldn’t feel too insecure when other men hit on his wife, which I was sure happened more than he knew.