Michael replied. Not really believing the words he said himself about his father. He knew in his heart that Black Ice was somewhere watching him, but where he didn’t know, but would do everything in his power to find out. “We’re good, Envy, don’t stress nothing baby.” Michael said as he walked towards her, wrapped his arms around her, touched her face softly, and moved her long hair to the side.
“Shit, I’m happy I got you baby. Everyone in Brooklyn thinks I’m a monster. They even named me Evil because of my father’s past.”
“Michael, they named you Evil because of the things you do when you get mad and black out or see a woman getting abused or a child getting hurt.” Envy never seen him black out with her own eyes, but heard the rumors about the people he cut up when he blacked out. But, she didn’t see a monster when she looked at him, just a man who been hurt as a child and loved his mother and who is very protective of the people he loved. “I don’t care what people think about you, Michael. I love you and can see the real you.”
Michael looked her in the eyes and kissed her deeply and passionately slowly removing the straps on her dress and letting it drop to the floor.
He began to kiss her neck as she let out a soft moan.
His lips traveled to her breast and took her nipple in his mouth. Envy moaned as she grabbed the back of his head. Michael’s tongue moved around her nipple in a circular motion. Then he switched and began to suck the left one and taking in both of her nipples in his mouth at same time.
“Shit, god that feels so good,” Envy moaned as her pussy got wetter. While he removed his clothes, he let his tongue travel down to her stomach and soon he was on his knees using his tongue to push her purple thong to the side. With one lick to her clit, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. He put his mouth around her pussy and sucked softly, beginning to suck faster and faster.
“Ohhhh god, yes, suck it baby, just like that, right there,” Envy moaned as Michael sucked even faster then used his tongue to lick her clit up and down, back and forth, repeatedly making her legs shake as he licked it side to side. He took her clit and pussy lips all in his mouth at the same time sucking on it driving Envy crazy as she came, soaking her thong that was half way on. Her legs shook as he placed them on his shoulder one by one then with his strong back stood up lifting her up with him.
“Oh shit, what are you doing baby? Don’t drop me,” she screamed as she realized she was now in the air sitting on his shoulders with her love box all in his face while he sucked and licked her sweet pussy like there was no tomorrow. She grabbed his shoulder with one hand and held the ceiling with the other. “Oh damn! Shit, I’m cumming. I’m cumming, daddy,” she screamed as she leaned her head back and allowed her sweet juices to flood his mouth and run down his chin.
Michael slowly took her off his shoulders.
Envy slid down and her legs felt weak as she stood there in her 4 inch Christian Dior purple heels. He looked at her thick voluptuous body and licked his lips, “Mmm, you taste like strawberries, baby.”
Michael said.
“Hmmm really,” Envy replied as she turned around and held the wall. She turned her head to look at his hard nine inch, dark chocolate dick, and sexy muscled body up and down. He gripped her hips and slowly inserted the tip of his dick inside her, “Damn that pussy wet, baby.”
“It’s all wet for you, daddy,” Envy moaned as he pushed his dick deeper and deeper inside her while passionately kissing down her back.
“Owwww damn, baby. Shit, fuck me,” she screamed.
The sweet sensation of his dick hitting her walls teasing and pleasing her on each stroke sent chills up and down her spine. He went deeper and deeper. Envy yelled as he pounded away. He grabbed her hair and smacked her ass repeatedly.
She screamed as she looked back at his body glistening in sweat.
“Who you love?” Michael yelled then bit down on his bottom lip.
“I love you, daddy,” she moaned as she rotated her waist stimulating her pussy even more and making her cum for the fourth time. Michael pounded as hard as he could and pulled out nutting all over her ass. “Shit, my legs are weak and I still feel that dick all up in my stomach, damn,” Envy stated.
“Well sexy I’m not done with you yet,”
Michael replied while leading her to the bed and spread her legs taking her clit in his mouth once more making her legs shake.
Outside across the street, was a man standing in the dark and had watched Michael and Envy spend the day moving in to the brownstone house. He stood in the dark the whole night to see if they would ever leave the house. But, they didn’t. Their night was spent making love.
Chapter 6
Michael jumped in his car and drove to Brownville, Brooklyn. For the last two years, he took most of the money he found in the house Black Ice had left him and bought Abonda School on Blake Avenue and Rockaway right in the projects.
He had rebuilt it into a community center for abused women and women on drugs, young children, and teens to have a place to go to for food, a place to sleep, and also help them get away from the streets.
He circled the neighborhood four times to see who was hustling. He had made a strong rule in the neighborhood telling all drug dealers they weren’t allowed to sell drugs in a fifteen block radius of the community center. And no man in the neighborhood was allowed to put his hands on a woman in anyway, beating or hitting them. At first all the older hustlers took him as a joke and didn’t listen until they started popping up dead with missing body parts along with men that were beating their women. That’s when they realized he was the son of Black Ice, no matter how nice he may seemed or how much good he may do. He had his father’s blood in him and was truly evil. So the name stuck and every hustler, or thug, and women beater knew him by it and feared him.
Michael pulled up in the parking lot and hopped out of his car, never noticing the two men standing by the corner store in all black watching his every move as he entered the center. “You make your move first, as soon as he leaves, that’s when you get him. Do you understand me?” the older man said to the younger one.
“Yea, this will be the last night Evil will walk on this earth,” the young one replied.
“Hey, what’s up boss?” Dashawn said as Michael walked in.
“Nothing much, how is it looking today?”
Michael replied.
Dashawn was one of the several counselors he had working for him. “I never seen it this packed, Michael. I have never seen so many women looking for help,” Dashawn replied.
Michael walked deep in and began to do his rounds,
walking
around
and
checking
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everything. The community center was a school that had three floors. The first floor was intake, where the women and children would check in and would meet with a counselor. There was a gym in further back along with a movie room and a game room. The second floor was the cafeteria and showers, where any woman and child could come off the street to eat and use the showers to stay clean. If they were in problems to get clean off drugs or get away from abusive men, they came to the community center. The third floor was a huge housing area with a hundred and ten beds.
Michael only took in women and children because all the things he seen and been through with his mother. As he entered the cafeteria, he couldn’t believe his eyes at all the little boys and girls sitting down eating and how skinny they were.
His mind flashed back on how he wouldn’t eat for days because his mother forgot to feed him or buy food. Michael walked back to his office and called for one of his counselors, “Kevin, what’s going on?
I’ve never seen so many people.”
“It’s worse. Michael, have you noticed that all the women smoking crack is younger now, from the age fourteen to thirty and their pregnant. That’s crazy our generation didn’t smoke crack, maybe weed here and there. But, mostly people in the 80’s smoke crack. So why are more cr
ack heads popping up and why mostly women when drugs been slowly down for the last few years.
Michael took a second to think about what Kevin had said and knew he was right. There have been more and more young women getting addicted to crack in the neighborhood and also how a lot of the women had gone missing and would pop back up after a few months, but others would never be seen again like his four friends that also worked as counselors at his center. Tiffany, Star, Yasmin, and Jesse haven’t been seen for well over three weeks now and the police had no clue where to look or what happened to them or if they really cared.
While Kevin and Michael were talking, a little boy knocked on the door, “Well, you know who that is boss? We’ll finish this conversation later,” Kevin said as he got up and left the office.
And the little boy entered, “Hey, what’s up Michael?” the boy said as he sat in a chair in front of Michael’s desk.
“Nothing much, Mike. How are you doing today?” Michael replied while smiling.
Mike put his head down unable to speak.
For a whole year, he had been coming to the center faithfully and for some reason he felt a connection right away with Michael. He felt he could tell him all his problems and he would be the only one to really understand him. At ten years old, Mike had been through more pain than a little. His mother was a crack head who died giving birth to him. He was told and ever since he was raised in different foster homes. In each one, he was beaten and abused and left without food. The last home he had to leave though was the best. When Mike first got there two years ago, he thought Ms. Maxwell was the sweetest old woman in the world. He soon found out the truth. The money the state was giving her to take care of him, to buy clothes and food, she was using it to buy crack. And left Mike wearing the same clothes for days and there was no food. If it wasn’t for the community center, he wouldn’t eat at all or been able to wash the little bit of clothes he did have.
“I was taking a shower and Miss Maxwell came in to the bathroom high, Michael, with an extension cord and beat me. I screamed and cried, but she kept on beating me,” Mike stated.
“What, I’m going over there now,” Michael yelled with anger because looking at Mike he seen so much of himself in him. He had the same dark skin complexion and the same deep cold eyes filled with pain and anger.
“It’s too late, she’s dead, Michael.”
“What you mean she’s dead?”
“Promise you won’t tell on me.”
“What Mike? What happened? You got my word. I won’t say nothing to nobody, now tell me.”
“I killed her last night,” Mike replied.
“What?” Michael yelled.
Mike looked up and then moved around in the chair. “I got tired of her beating me. She beat me bad, Michael. I was sore and really hurt. I was crying for hours. No one loves me. My mother didn’t love me enough to stop smoking crack while pregnant with me and every foster home I go to they beat me and don’t feed me and make me sleep on the floor or the stairs while they treat their kids so nice and kind. I hate my life,” Mike said while crying using his little hands to wipe away his tears.
“Don’t say that. And don’t cry. I know how you feel I’m here for you,” Michael replied thinking of his life and how he used to feel the same way.
“So, how did you kill her? The police will be looking for you.”
“No, I killed her in a way they can’t prove I did it. I broke glass up in tiny small pieces and stuffed it in her glass crack pipe. When she went to get high, she choked on the glass and it cut up her throat and lungs and I watched her fall to the ground and spit up blood and reach out for me. I looked at her and smiled and when I was sure she was dead, I called the cops and they came. The police said she overdosed and choked on her own glass pipe. And ACS had to take me to another home. So, I took off running and been here ever since last night.”
Michael’s mind raced as it flashbacked and he remembered the same thing he did to his father and it would have worked if it wasn’t for his mother saving his life. “You can’t keep hiding, Mike, you have to go to ACS so they can find you another home,” Michael replied.
“No, I don’t want to. I’m tired of going from home to home and getting beat in every home I’ve been in for no reason because my mother was a crack head. I’ll stay here. I got food here and get to play with the other kids,” Mike replied.
“This isn’t the place to raise a child, Mike. I opened this place for kids and women to get away from the streets and know there’s someone to help them in the hood.”
“I don’t want to go, Michael. I’ll run.”
“Okay Mike, but I don’t want you to stay here. Come home with me tonight and we’ll talk about what we are going to.”
“Uhmmm, what about your mother do you think she is mad that I’m staying there?” Mike asked.
“Naw, I live with Miss Envy, now. You remember her right?”
“Yeah I do. I like her. She dress really nice and she’s funny.”
“Yea, I know I just got to discuss you staying there with us. If I don’t tell her and we pop up, that will be both our butts that will get in trouble.” Mike and Michael both busted out laughing knowing it were true.
Later on that day, Michael said bye to most of his workers and people in the center and headed out the door with Mike by his side. With one look at the two of them, you’d swear Mike was his son.
As they walked to his 97 white Lexus GS, he dialed Envy’s number. “Hey daddy, how was your day?”
Envy asked as soon as she answered the phone.
“It was good baby girl, but I have to talk with you when I get home. Also wanted to let you know, I’m bringing little Mike home with me tonight,” Michael said.
“Okay, but why? What’s going on?” Envy replied.
“That’s what I have to talk to you about, boo.”
“Alright baby, I’m happy you let me know, because I was waiting for you with my red corset on and no panties.”
Michael busted out laughing, “You know what I like.” Michael was so deep into his conversation he didn’t see the four men dressed in black following him to his car. Mike had seen them crossing the street and put his hand in his pocket where he kept his 4inch switch blade pocketknife.
Growing up in different foster homes, he taught himself to stay on point and always carry a knife, or kept something on him to protect himself.
The first gunmen was now two feet from the back of Michael as he pulled out a chrome Heckler 9mm and aimed it at the back of his head. Mike looked back and pulled out his knife and flipped it open. The gunmen began to squeeze the trigger to his gun slowly, but in one swift move, Michael dropped his cell phone and pulled out twin Koch 45
handguns and squeezed the trigger to both guns simultaneously. At the same time Mike had swung hard, his knife went into the gunmen’s thigh.
Before the gunmen could scream, bullets of the 45
slammed into his chest and face sending him flying backwards. Mike looked up at Michael with shock in his eyes as he held his now bloody knife. In no way did he think Michael was paying any attention to the men, but he had seen them.
Once they had left the center and were anticipating their next move, “Run!” Michael yelled as he watched the first gunmen go down and could see three others now with their guns out and aiming at him and Mike. Michael took aim and squeezed the trigger of his guns, as bullets went past his head.
Fire of orange and red blast came out the muzzle of his guns, bullets slammed into one of the gunmen’s stomach. He bent over in pain to only have a bullet explode his head like a melon. Michael and Mike ducked for cover as the other two gunmen exchanged fire bullets that ripped and tore into park cars that Mike and Michael were using for cover.
One of the gunmen slowly crept on the side of them, making sure to stay low using trees in the parking lot of the projects. Michael dodged and ducked and returned fire at the gunmen that was using the bus stop as cover. Michael stood up with anger ra
cing through his body and aimed and squeezed the trigger of the twin 45 handguns. A hail of bullets crashed through the glass windows of the bus stop and metal pole and hit the gunmen ripping chunks of his flesh out of his face. His body jerked as bullets went through it and came out his back. He fell face first with half of his face gone.
Before Michael could look around for the last gunmen, he felt the barrel of a gun at the back of his head, “Drop your fucking guns, Michael.”
“Damn!!” Michael cursed out loud, knowing it was over he was caught off guard.
“You didn’t hear me, Michael, drop the fucking guns or will you listen better if I called you Evil.”
‘Damn, I’m wondering who the fuck he is.’
Michael thought to himself as he dropped his guns and slowly turned around and couldn’t believe his eyes.
“Yea motherfucker, you forgot all about me, but I never forgot about you. Get on the fucking ground.”
“Pooky, that you?” Michael asked as his mind flashed back to when he was a child and had to live at Momma’s house with all the other kids or
‘children of a crack momma,’ Momma used to call them. All the children were related in some way and Pooky was his cousin that he was forced to share a bed with. But, Pooky would pee the bed every night leaving Michael soaked in his urine.
Michael got fed up with it and told Pooky he had to sleep on the floor. When he refused, Michael beat him up and left him on the floor for that day. Pooky was never allowed to get in the bed with him and there was nothing he could do to change that.
“Pooky, what the fuck you doing? You’re my cousin. We’re family you ass. You're still holding on to some shit that happened when we was kids?”
“Shut up, Evil, and lay on the ground.”
Michael was on his knees and laid flat on his stomach while Pooky kept the gun pointed at him.
Pooky unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick and begun to pee all over Michael. “Just like old times, huh Evil,” Pooky said while shaking his dick making sure to empty his bladder, “Yea, you evil fucker. I got you now and when I kill you the hood will fear me and I’ll take the respect that should be mines.”
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