by KR Bankston
21
Cartier was reading with interest the letter sent by his lieutenant. The woman Ryan had been seeing was dead, just as he ordered. The final straw came for Cartier when she claimed pregnancy, trying to force his son into marrying her. Ryan had finally come clean telling his father the woman was simply release for him as he dated another younger, prettier, woman on the other side of town. Cartier issued the order that same day and the woman was mysteriously killed some three days later. Now that Ryan had finally seen the error of his ways as well as the continued reach and power of his father, their relationship had solidified to a more amiable affiliation. Cartier wasn’t stupid however. He knew his son was still deeply angry about what he perceived as Cartier abandoning them. We’ll talk about that soon enough, Cartier continued to think and read. He came upon the section of the letter that interested him even more than the dead woman. This was the report on Raven. He knew she was in Philly but she’d done yet another good job of hiding herself from anyone who may have been looking to find her.
The letter told him she was still single and from the two weeks of observation they’d done, she wasn’t dating anyone else. They’d enclosed photos of both her and Jalen. Cartier sighed deeply wanting very much to touch the woman again, hold her, kiss her, and make love to her. His heart just would not let go of what once was when it came to Raven. He regarded Jalen, seeing that the young man did favor both himself and Ian greatly. Ryan took a lot more of his features from his mother. The letter told Cartier the young man had dropped out of high school and was doing various odd jobs, and a little hustling to get by. Cartier sighed deeply thinking of the money he sent religiously and Raven returned just as religiously. He thought of telling his lieutenant to contact Jalen directly, but realized the young man was entirely too weak to understand the streets or the life they lived in them. He also doubted that Jalen even recalled who he was since they’d only seen each other once. Deciding that when he got out of this place he would go see her, Cartier dismissed further pondering and turned his mind to more pressing matters.
Spank told Horse all about the plans and Stefan, and Horse had dutifully relayed it all back to Cartier. He was pleased they were able to secure Stefan. He knew all about the man’s dirt, and his ruthlessness. Now maybe things would begin to move just a little faster. Cartier was curious about the man’s question concerning Hope. He’d only met her a couple of times when things were good between her and Carlo, but she seemed like a very nice woman. She was definitely pretty, and fine, Cartier thought and smiled inside. He wanted to have sex with her at one point, but decided against it, not wanting any friction between himself and his partner. Carlo was like a brother, which was why his behavior and health were weighing heavily on Cartier’s mind right now. I need to have a little chat with that doctor in the infirmary, he brooded. There was something not being told. He needed Carlo alert and ready when they prepared to make their move and get out of this hell hole.
“Hi Socrates,” Alana greeted him.
She was one of the prostitutes the warden allowed in once a week for the privileged few. Of course he and Carlo had their pick of the litter. Alana was a pretty girl, soft green eyes, set in olive skin. Cartier liked the feel of her silky hair as he ran his fingers through it. She told him she was of Arab and African American descent the couple of times they actually talked.
“Hi Alana,” he returned as she smiled and took his hand headed to their conjugal room.
Walking inside, Cartier pulled her to him kissing her softly. Alana didn’t balk, though normally she never allowed anyone to kiss her. Cartier Lemmings however wasn’t just anybody.
“You must be really horny,” she returned softly as his lips found her nipple, having stripped off her bra and shirt almost simultaneously.
“Yes, I need to feel your tight walls,” Cartier replied as she pulled his pants and underwear down, his hard manhood right in her face.
Opening her mouth Alana began sucking him sensuously as Cartier moaned softly, enjoying her skill. Allowing her to continue a while longer, he pushed her away finally.
“I want some pussy,” he said simply as Alana smiled and climbed up onto the table inside the room, spreading her legs widely and telling him to take what he wanted.
Cartier quickly put on the condom she provided, not wanting to get another woman pregnant and knowing he wasn’t the only man she was screwing. Pulling her close, he slid his hardness deeply inside her as Alana’s eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned aloud.
“Damn Socrates, your shit is so damned big,” she murmured as he smiled and continued to work her over.
He almost lost his concentration and laughed, thinking about the time he’d allowed one of the women he was with to measure it. “No wonder I feel this shit in back Cartier,” the woman remarked. “Damn, 11 inches, fuck,” she continued as he smiled and she allowed him back inside to finish what she’d started. Coming back to himself, Cartier felt his finish rising as Alana began gushing under his skill, moaning deeply as she came hard. He came right behind her holding her close as Raven softly escaped his lips. Alana kissed him gently, climbing down and putting her panties back on.
“I’ll see you next week Socrates,” she told him smiling now as he smiled back and pulled his own pants up, watching her walk out of the door, his mind for now, temporarily at rest.
*****
Rait was excitedly apprehensive as he journeyed back to the prison to see Carlo again. He’d given him a week to relax without any therapy sessions. He thought he’d discovered a way to get into Carlo’s mind without awakening the Hangman persona. Carlo Cisneros was the person he wanted to talk to today. Rait grabbed his tape recorder exiting his car once again and entering the gates, headed to the main cellblock and the therapy room. He sat down and began reading over his notes, waiting for Carlos. He knew the guards had alerted the man to his presence but Carlo always showed up when he felt like it, and Rait had learned not to push or complain. As he finished making a few last minute notes Carlo made his appearance.
“Hi Carlo,” Rait greeted him trying to gauge his mindset and mood.
“Hello Doc,” he replied calmly and Rait could detect no underlying tension or anger.
“I wanted to try something different tonight with your permission,” he began tentatively as Carlo continued to sit stoically without comment.
Truthfully Carlo wasn’t feeling well. He’d begun treatment earlier this week having one every other day. He’d had one earlier today and it left him nauseous and drained.
“What,” he finally replied.
Rait cleared his throat and tried to find the right words.
“I’d like to try a mind relaxation technique,” he replied as Carlo raised an eyebrow.
“You want to hypnotize me,” he threw out calmly.
Cornered, Rait admitted that was his intent.
“Why do you want to hypnotize me doc,” Carlo asked sighing deeply.
“I just want you to be relaxed, without barriers, so we can talk and really get to the root of what made you so angry,” he tried as Carlo smiled slightly.
“I don’t think I’d like that,” he replied effectively shooting down Rait’s idea.
“Okay, um, let’s talk more about your childhood then,” Rait began, trying to find a way to keep Carlo in the room and Hangman out.
He shrugged and asked Rait what he wanted to know.
“Were you ever bullied Carlo,” he asked, recalling something Hangman said the last time.
“A lot,” Carlo replied quietly, his emotions still on auto pilot.
“By whom,” Rait questioned.
Carlo told him about some of the neighborhood kids who teased and taunted him because his father was mixed and they were very fair complexioned.
“They said we thought we were better,” Carlo replied tiredly.
Rait nodded, understanding how cruel children passing along their parents ignorance, could be.
“So did they make you fight ba
ck,” he asked as Carlo again replied yes.
“I really wasn’t that good at it,” he told Rait honestly. “Got beat up a lot,” he added as the doctor continued to nod and write.
“My father tried to teach me, but he said I was a hopeless case,” Carlo told Rait, trying hard the doctor could see to stay awake.
What’s wrong with him, Rait wondered. Even high Carlo was far more spirited than he was now. Looking the man over, Rait finally noticed the gauntness of his features and how listless he was. Something was very wrong with Carlo Cisneros. Rait felt a sense of urgency to finish up the interviews and get his findings published. It wouldn’t make nearly the same impact if the man were already dead when it finally saw the light of day.
“When did all that change, Carlo,” Rait asked carefully.
He wanted to see what Carlo actually recalled bout his other persona and when it may have begun to manifest itself in his life.
“When I was about 10 or 11 I guess,” Carlo replied, his voice barely a whisper right now; still Rait forged ahead asking another question.
“What happened,” he asked. Carlo shrugged slightly.
“This kid pushed me, and I pushed him back,” Carlo told him, opening his eyes slightly and regarding the doctor.
Rait waited on him to speak but he said nothing else.
“Carlo,” Rait tried, seeing the man’s gaze still fixed on him. “Carlo, what happened next,” he continued to ask.
“Can I have your notebook,” Carlo asked instead.
Rait frowned quizzically but acquiesced and gave him the empty spare he always carried. Carlo put his head down and began to write after asking for a pen as well. Rait didn’t interrupt, allowing him to compose his letter. Finishing Carlo ripped the pages from the notebook, calmly handing both the book and the pen back to Rait.
“Thank you,” he said simply.
Rait nodded acknowledging he was welcome.
“He swung at me,” Carlo told him, returning to the original question. “I ducked and tackled him, he fell with me on top of him and hit his head hard on the ground,” Carlo told the doctor. “His eyes fluttered for a moment and I sat on his chest, beating his face with my fist until they pulled me off him,” he told him, his mood still subdued and quiet. “He wasn’t dead though, just unconscious,” Carlo told Rait who murmured his understanding.
“Honestly though Doc, I really enjoyed it,” Carlo began again, his gaze resting on Rait again. “So am I totally crazy or what,” he asked before closing his eyes and sighing slightly.
Rait realized he was asleep moments later when Carlo began snoring softly. OK, time to wrap this up and get my accolades and promotions, Rait thought smiling to himself as he rose and stealthily left the room.
*****
Hope was still smiling as they arrived at her apartment and she opened the door.
“Would you like to come in,” she asked amiably.
Stefan graciously accepted her offer and came inside the apartment, sitting down on the couch as Hope took off her sweater and hung it up, returning moments later and joining him.
“I had a really good time,” she told Stefan as he immediately returned the sentiment.
“Does that mean you would consider going out with me again,” he asked, taking her hand and holding it.
Hope blushed slightly from the look he was giving her and told him she would be delighted to go out again.
“Good,” Stefan told her. “Oh, I got a semi promising lead I’m following up,” he told her as Hope’s eyes lit up.
“Really Stefan, that is wonderful,” she replied happily.
Stefan supposed he should have felt bad lying to her, but he wanted Hope and he knew her niece’s whereabouts was the key to getting inside her heart and her bed. Without thinking Hope hugged him as Stefan immediately hugged her back, holding her tightly. She pulled away moments later, apologizing.
“No need,” Stefan returned amiably, kissing her cheek and rising to leave. “I’ll call you tomorrow, okay,” he told her standing in the doorstop.
“Sure, I’d like that,” Hope returned smiling as he kissed her cheek again and bid her goodnight.
Hope returned to the living room tidying up a bit before heading to the kitchen and doing the same. She’d just finished the couple dishes in the sink, making her way toward her bedroom when the knock came to the door. Who could this be, Hope pondered going to the door asking who it was. There was no response, but the knock came again. Irritated, Hope opened the door and her mouth dropped.
“Hi,” Roderick greeted her softly.
Quickly gathering herself, Hope stepped aside as he asked to come in.
“What do you want Roderick,” Hope threw out curtly.
She didn’t want him to think she was glad to see him, even if she was. Truthfully just looking at him had her panties drenched and her nipples hardening. He sighed deeply before turning and walking back to her, standing right in front of her, looking into her eyes.
“I wanted to see you, to make sure you were all right,” he told her calmly.
That was only partially true. Roderick was meeting with some people tomorrow concerning a new assignment he was undertaking. He also wasn’t very happy about the man he’d seen leaving her apartment a few moments earlier, making a mental note to find out who he was and investigate him.
Hope laughed a short bitter laugh before addressing him. “Oh, so now you’re worried about how I am,” she retorted. “You didn’t seem all that damned worried six years ago when you left my ass,” Hope told him angrily.
Roderick reached out to touch her face and she slapped his hand away.
“Do not touch me again, ever,” she told him, teeth clenched.
Roderick continued to regard her, fire in her eyes as she watched him. He thought about their daughter and how much he honestly missed the woman he’d made her with.
“Shit,” Roderick said grabbing Hope and forcefully pulling her to him as he kissed her deeply.
Hope was pulling away, hands on his chest trying to force Roderick to let her go. It wasn’t working out well for her considering his size advantage. Hope had to also truthfully admit his touch and his taste were intoxicating to her. She felt her resolve melting as she found herself with her arms around his neck, kissing him back with matched fervor.
“Hope, baby, I need you,” Roderick told her as he stripped her clothing from her, picking her up and putting her on her own couch, his head quickly buried between her legs.
Hope moaned deeply, loving what he was doing, but furious he was tearing down her defenses.
Roderick felt her begin to tug as his clothing helping him undress as well. Naked finally they continued kissing and caressing each other. Hope took Roderick’s hardness into her mouth pleasuring him like he’d done her moments earlier. He groaned deeply loving the sensations she was bringing.
“Come here,” he told her, pulling her away and putting his mouth on hers again.
Roderick’s tongue was probing her mouth deeply as he pushed her legs open and himself between them, entering Hope again for the first time in almost seven years.
“Mmm, yes,” Hope cried as the orgasm ripped through her.
It’d been a long time since she allowed a man inside her and she was needy. Roderick couldn’t describe the sensation of loving her again as he slowly and passionately consumed her.
“Hope, baby,” he moaned, kissing her neck gently giving her every inch of him.
They began to kiss again as Hope felt another orgasm overtaking her. Roderick felt her pleasure as her inside grew warmer and wetter. Roderick’s body began heating up as his own end loomed closer. Hope felt him begin to pulsate inside her and knew he was close. Please, yes, please, she prayed silently hoping he would stay inside her and she would again miraculously conceive his child. Roderick groaned loudly and she felt him finish. Hope stroked his back gently; smiling inwardly that man she loved was giving her another chance at being a mother.
Stefan wa
s furious as he listened to them making love. Who the hell is this damned jackass, he wondered as he smoked the cigarette, dark thoughts dancing in his mind. All he knew was Roderick. It was what she’d said when he arrived at her apartment. Obviously he was someone from her past and they’d shared a relationship at one time. He didn’t think Hope was the type to just have a one night stand. Stefan made a mental note to check the files when he got back to the station tomorrow. Maybe he would get lucky and the name Roderick would show up in them somewhere. For now he headed over to the South side, hoping to find a quick twenty buck blowjob. Listening to another man making love to his woman angered him true enough, but thinking of Hope naked with him encased inside her turned him on like hell and Stefan desperately needed release. Starting the car he drove, finally spotting what he was looking forward, pulling into the dark alley. As the unnamed woman sucked his manhood through the condom, Stefan dreamed of Hope and the day it was his name she was calling as she came hard.
22
Rait blinked several times trying to focus. The light was hurting his eyes, the suddenness of it taking him by surprise.
“Welcome back doc,” Carlo told him calmly as Rait finally clarified his surroundings taking in the man in front of him.
“You’re probably still a bit disoriented hmm,” Carlo again asked, without reply from Rait.
Sighing lightly, he walked closer to the man and sat down.
“Being in solitary for long periods of time will do that too you,” he spoke once more as Rait opened his mouth finally.
“You are out of your mind,” he told him the fear once again returning. “You can’t keep me here, there are people looking for me,” Rait told him as Carlo chuckled again.
“There were, people looking for you,” he corrected as Rait’s heart began to race.
He was still trying to grasp what happened that fateful night three months ago when he’d come to visit Carlo for the last time. Rait was visiting Carlo for the last time, getting some last minute notations to go along with his presentation to Roderick and his article submission to the Journal. “Hello Carlo,” Rait greeted his patient as he casually walked inside. He should have known something was awry when the guard accompanied Carlo to the small therapy room.