Desired Too

by Lessly, S. K.

  Hugo tried to feign surprise on his face and seemed to protest my request, but I waved him off. “I know he was the one that put the bruise on your face,” I told him. “I also know he was the one that put Junior on Raquel. He was here this morning. He’s been watching Raquel. Not sure for how long, but I know he has.”

  Damn straight, I knew he had. He’d told me so that morning. I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t concerned about Raquel when Darrell called. Now, I knew why. I’d heard Lincoln outside of my place that morning. He revved his engine, signaling he had my woman. I’d done the same thing for him when he and Georgia had that argument at my parents’ house almost a year ago.

  The men around me remained silent. Hell, what could they could say?

  I looked at Junior. “Have you checked on her recently?”

  I noticed nerves attack him as his eyes shifted from Darrell to Hugo then back on me.

  “What!” I admonished tersely.

  Junior sort of snapped at attention. “Nothing, sir, and to answer your question, no, I haven’t. I can hear her though.”

  I nodded wondering, What in the hell was going on with these idiots? Then I headed to my building.

  I inhaled deeply and stood at the bottom of the steps that led to my front door. This was going to get nasty, I knew it. She was going to come out fighting; it was her way.

  I was at my wits end with everything. I had never been this fucking pissed in my life. The winds around me were getting stronger. I just hoped that after the storm settled, shit wasn’t destroyed. The aftermath of a storm can be a bitch to clean, and sometimes the damage was so irreparable that you couldn’t rebuild.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Eddie

  “Oh, baby. Oh, Eddie. Right there. Yes!”

  Eddie grunted his reply.

  Yeah bitch this is my pussy, he said to himself, smiling and looking down as his shaft moved in and out of her.

  Eddie wiped the sweat from his brow as he continued to pound against her ass, trying desperately to relieve the tension and stress of these last few weeks.

  At first, she protested their position, claiming it was going to hurt. After he talked her into it and lubed up, he knew she would be willing to do it again.

  Eddie smacked her ass for the tenth time, gripped her hair, and pulled her to him. “Tell me how good this feels. Tell me.”

  He grabbed her breasts and squeezed.

  She moaned her satisfaction in his ear.

  Oh, yes, just what I wanted to hear.

  “Oh, yes, baby! Fuck me, please! Fuck me good. Just like that. Harder…”

  Eddie let go of her breasts and gripped her hips. He picked up his pace and moved in and out of her, faster and faster. Just when he felt his balls tightening, he screamed out his release and collapsed on top of her. He closed his eyes as he pulled out of her and laid on his back.

  He smacked her ass again before he rubbed it. “That was incredible,” he breathed.

  She smiled at him and cuddled closer.

  “Ummm,” she purred. “Yes, it was. I never thought it could be like that. You are so much better than him.”

  His eyes shot open. “What the fuck did you say?” he spat as he pushed her off him and got out of the bed.

  Lucy quickly added. “I- I didn’t say anything. I-”

  Eddie pounced quickly, letting his fury unfurl, and gripped her by her throat pulling her face to his. Lucy fought hard to try to get his hands off her, but the harder she struggled and fought, the tighter his hands got.

  “Don’t you ever speak of him in my presence again! Do you fucking understand me?”

  He growled when he saw that she was on the verge of passing out and let go.

  Lucy collapsed on her bed, gasping for air as she folded herself inwardly.

  Eddie, disgusted and full or rage, wanted to do nothing else, but kill her. He would have done it too, if it wasn’t for her father, Don Ducci. Don Ducci was a very powerful man next in line from Eddie’s father. He would rather have Ducci as his ally after all of this, instead of an enemy. He also knew that deep down Lucy wasn’t the true cause of his rage. It was just the thought of her comparing him to Angel that had him up in arms. He was nothing like that son of a bitch. Angel would never measure up to him as a man or as a leader.

  Soon…Soon everyone will know that I am better. I’ve always been better.

  Eddie looked down at Lucy and instantly felt guilty as she cried. He knew he’d gone too far. He was actually quite fond of Lucy. He always felt Angel used her and treated her like shit. He vowed many times that if he ever got a chance to be with her, he’d treat her like a queen. She was so beautiful and sexy. Angel was a fool.

  She deserves so much better, he thought to himself. And it’s high time she gets it.

  He climbed back on the bed and touched her arm softly. She coiled from his touch, but she didn’t say a word. Eddie went to touch her again, and this time she didn’t move. He traveled his hand along her arm to her shoulders, and pushed her hair from her tearstained face.

  “I apologize for losing it. I just get so mad when I think about the way he used to treat you. I’m nothing like him, Lucy. You deserve so much better and I really want to give that to you.” He continued to stroke her hair, as Lucy started to relax.

  “I’m sorry too. I was only trying-”

  “I know what you were trying to do. Look, let’s just promise never to bring him up again, okay? You belong to me now.” Eddie leaned in and kissed her softly on her head and cheek. Then, as she turned her face toward him, he kissed her lips lightly.

  Eddie deepened the kiss and soon Lucy snaked her arms around Eddie’s neck and pulled him down on top of her.

  Lucy tried not to think about what happened and tried desperately be into him again. This man was nothing like Angel. He was definitely right about that. She should have known that from the start. It was clear as day, from the way Eddie walked, talked and dressed, that he would never measure up to his brother. Even though she knew all of this, she still went out with Eddie. She was meant to be the wife of a powerful man. She was supposed to be with Angel. Right now, Angel had lost his way. He’d strayed, but she was determined to get him back. Lucy had thought long and hard about ways to achieve her goal in order to get the man she wanted. She knew it wasn’t going to be easy, and that’s when she came up with the plan to get close to Eddie. She figured if Angel saw her with his brother, maybe it would set Angel off, and he would drop that whore and claim Lucy as his own.

  Lucy didn’t believe a word Eleanor said to her about Angel living with someone. Angel couldn’t be living with someone else. That wasn’t supposed to happen. She and Angel had been messing around for years. They had a connection. It was written that they belonged together.

  She decided she would do whatever it took to get Angel back. She would swallow the repulsion she felt for Eddie in order to get what she wanted.

  Angel is mine.

  “Fuck, Lucy you feel so damn good,” she heard Eddie say in her ear, bringing her out of her daydream about Angel to the nightmare with Eddie.

  She managed to moan on queue. She could handle Eddie, which she was thankful for. Out of all the men she’d ever dated, this had been the case, except Angel. Angel was different, and as much as she wanted him now, she needed to exercise patience. If that didn’t work, she would do the next best thing; go to daddy.

  “Eddie, please let’s do it again,” she purred against his ear.

  Lucy pulled off the old condom still hanging on him and started stroking him.

  Eddie closed his eyes, feeling heaven overcome him. He’d almost messed up a good thing because of Angel.

  That son of a bitch. I can’t wait to get rid of him, Eddie thought.

  “Oh, yeah, baby. That feels good,” Eddie moaned.

  “Get another condom, and put it on, baby. I think I can give you what you want before I go.” Lucy fought back an eye roll and bit her lip from laughing. Goodness, he was nothing like
his brother.

  Just before Eddie got the condom on, his phone started buzzing. Eddie started to ignore it, but he thought better of it as it rang twice, stopped and started up again seconds later.

  “Damn it!” he exclaimed and moved quickly to the edge of the bed. He got his phone out of his pants and answered it. “What is it?”

  “You son of a bitch!” shouted a very angry male voice.

  Frowning, Eddie stood and walked away from Lucy. “You better watch your mouth,” he barked into the phone. “You best recognize who you’re-”

  “Save that shit for someone that gives a fuck. You fucked me!”

  “How did I fuck you?”

  “That bogus tip you gave me about the warehouse was shit…and the accounts. You made me look like a fucking fool to my boss and to my boss’ boss. I could lose my fucking badge because of you!”

  Eddie rolled his eyes and smiled. “Hold on a second. Now just calm down and stop with the theatrics, Daniel. Tell me what happened?”

  “Oh, yeah, I’ll tell you what happened all right. How about the drugs you claimed were all over the warehouse were nowhere to be found?”

  Eddie froze. “What do you mean they were nowhere to be found? I showed you pictures. I showed you proof where they were. There were bricks upon bricks of drugs, and you mean to tell me you didn’t find any of them anywhere?”

  “Oh, no, I’m not saying that at all,” Daniel countered.

  “Then what-”

  “My team went through that place with a fine tooth comb, not leaving anything to chance. We wanted to be thorough, and through our complete search we came up with a boatload of blocks wrapped in brown paper.”

  “Okay. Then what-”

  “It was flour!”

  “Flour?” Eddie whispered in the phone, astonished.

  “Yes, that’s right. The clever bastard had flour wrapped like drugs. I don’t have a clue how they got rid of whatever you put in there, but they did. Or, knowing you, it was flour all along.”

  “I didn’t see anything on the security feed showing they were tampered with. There was no way he could have-”

  “Yeah, well apparently you don’t know shit about your brother.”

  Eddie headed back to the bed quickly, his mind going a mile a minute. “Okay, what about the accounts? Clearly that-”

  Daniel laughed, humor nonexistent. “Clearly what? Those accounts were bogus.”

  “No, you are mistaken about that.”

  “Oh, I wish I were. Your brother sent us to the SEC. He said he had an active investigation open for these exact accounts. Apparently, his financial adviser, someone by the name of Waters, identified these accounts as fraud and contacted the SEC. My bosses contacted them and sure enough, they are doing just that. They claim they are close to finding the person, or persons, responsible. They have already contacted Homeland Security.”

  Eddie was no longer listening to Daniel. He was too busy seeing his life pass before his eyes.

  This can’t be happening, he paled.

  Lucy, seeing the grave look on Eddie’s face, sat up, asking, “What’s wrong, baby?”

  Eddie didn’t respond. He couldn’t. Everything he had planned for almost a year was falling by the wayside.

  How in the hell could Angel move all those drugs without me knowing? How could he do it without his men knowing it too?

  He could hear Daniel’s voice grow in his ear. “Are you listening, you piece of shit? I’m coming for you. Do you understand? I’m finished playing this game with you. I’m handling this my own way. I’m coming for you and your whole fucking family.”

  Eddie frowned. “We’ll be waiting,” he answered, trying to save face, and hung up his phone.

  Lucy moved closer to the edge of the bed. “What’s going on?” she asked again.

  Again, Eddie didn’t answer.

  He had to gain some type of control. No way was Angel that smart to know what was coming. No way.

  Eddie pulled on his pants and grabbed his shirt. When he looked at Lucy, he stopped. The concern on her face he paid no attention to. What had him captivated, what made him smile as a new plan came to mind, was the bruise that was now prominent on her neck.

  It’s time for plan B.

  It wasn’t a solid idea, but as he thought about it more, it was better than nothing.

  Eddie continued to get dressed then pulled out his phone.

  He searched for the number he wanted and hit send.

  It rang a couple of times before someone picked up.

  “Are you still sitting on her?” Eddie asked into the phone.

  “Yes, I am. Also, surprisingly, so is Angel. I thought he would never see the light of day. Do you mind telling me how in the hell that happened? Wasn’t he picked up by the Feds for the drugs and accounts stuff?”

  Eddie snorted. “He was. However, when the warehouse was searched, they came up with nothing.”

  “That can’t be. I saw the bricks myself,” the caller replied.

  “No, what you saw was flour. My clever brother switched out the drugs somehow.”

  “No, that can’t be. All of that shipment you placed in there; there’s no way he got it out under our noses.”

  “Yeah, well, it happened.”

  There was a pause, then the caller asked, “So is that it?”

  “Fuck no, that’s not it. You say Angel is at his apartment, right?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Good. It’s time for plan B.”

  “Plan B?”

  “What the fuck are you? A recorder? That’s what I said; plan B. You get ready on my mark. Shit’s about to go fast and quick. It’s up to you now. Do you think you can handle the job?”

  The caller smirked. “You should have given me the job to begin with. You know how difficult it is for anyone to get close to Angel, except his trusted circle.”

  “Yeah, well, don’t move until I give you the signal. I have to get everything running on my end, then I’ll let you know when you can move in.”

  The caller smiled, thinking, Finally.

  “Oh, and one more thing: Take care of the bitch too and anyone else around. You need to make this smooth, understand?”

  “Yeah, I got it,” was the caller’s reply as Eddie hung up his phone.

  Eddie smiled at Lucy and moved to sit next to her. He took her hand, kissed it, then caressed her face with his fingers before traveling down her cheek to underneath her chin. He lifted her head and once he saw the well-defined bruise, his smile broadened.

  “I need your help, darling.”

  Lucy looked in Eddie’s eyes. She wasn’t sure what Eddie had planned, but she knew that it wasn’t going to be good. Angel was in danger. Oh, she didn’t care too much for the girl, but Lucy loved Angel. How could she stand by and let Eddie harm the man she loves?

  She smiled at Eddie. “Anything you need, Eddie.”

  Eddie raised her chin higher, took his phone and snapped a picture.

  He smiled. “Thank you, baby,” he told her, stood and dialed another number.

  Still smiling at Lucy, he waited until the call was answered.

  “Tell your boss I have something for him,” he said, then hung up.

  As he typed a text message and sent the picture he’d taken of Lucy’s neck, his smiled broadened.

  You may have won the fight, little brother, but I will win the war.

  Eddie kissed Lucy on her forehead right before her cell started screaming.

  “I’ll see you around love,” he told her before he walked out of the door.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Angel

  The moment I opened the door to my apartment and her red-rimmed eyes fell on mine, I couldn’t move. It’s crazy, but all of the anger and frustration I felt towards her seemed to disappear just like that. It was the fear in her eyes, the sadness that embedded in her beautiful face that, made me realize that what I was feeling was something far deeper than I’d ever felt in my life.

 
My pride was more than bruised. My ego was more that trampled on. For her to go to someone else to keep her safe, it was fucking with me more than I wanted to admit.

  Oh, I wanted to be angry with her, there’s no doubt about that. I had planned to cuss her the fuck out and make her feel everything that I’d been feeling since that morning. However, I still couldn’t move. I couldn’t say a word. I just watched her. I watched her move her legs from underneath her and stand shakily. I watched her body fill with longing, with a need that was all too familiar. I looked deeper into her eyes and saw them fill with more than just sadness, more than just regret and fear.

  She was getting to me. Half of me wanted to pull her in my arms, tell her that I was fine and that everything would be okay. I wanted to kiss her silly. I wanted to bury myself deep inside her, and punish us both, but I didn’t move.

  Instead, I waited.

  I took a deep breath and tried my best not to show how much she had actually affected me, how much pain she had actually inflicted on me.

  Finally, after taking a few deep breaths, I closed my door and moved toward my bar. I reached for a glass and poured myself at least four fingers of Cognac.

  The burn that confronted me didn’t do what I needed it to. I placed the glass down and grabbed the bottle, bringing it to my lips.

  “Are you okay?” asked a small voice behind me.

  I turned toward her sharply. She can’t be fucking serious.

  I think she realized the fucked up question she had just asked and shook her head.

  “I mean… Is every…” She paused and took a few deep breaths of her own.

  I know what she meant, but I refused to bail her out of this one. I knew she could tell I wasn’t okay. I was far from being okay. This shit from her was very hard for me to deal with. How could I trust her if she couldn’t be honest with me?

  Deciding to handle this a different way, Raquel placed her glass down on the coffee table in front of her, moved around it, and came towards me.

  That was a bad idea.

  “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I warned, keeping my voice even and void of emotion, but the shock on her face told me I failed miserably.