by Kitty Berry
“You’re saying good-bye. Why? What the fuck, Brook? You love me and you’re planning on walking away from me aren’t you? Are you going back to him?” I ask as I remain inside her.
She locks her lips on mine and begins to rise up and down on my cock. I push her harder into the shower wall and follow her rhythm until its clear this is going to end way before we both meant it to. When she moans my name in my ear and comes on me again I’m ready to explode. All it takes is for her to bite my earlobe and I am firing off inside of her again.
I take her off of me and put her feet down on the shower floor, I wash her body and she washes mine. I wash her hair and she rubs her hands over my head, her new favorite thing to do when we’re making love. We don’t speak a word until the water is off and we are wrapped in lush white towels, mine hung low on my hips, hers tight under her arms, her wet dark curls hanging over her shoulders.
“I don’t want to leave you, Mac but Tate…”
“But Tate what? You’re going to stay with him? What are you thinking? You deserve better than that Brook.”
“I’m not staying with him; I don’t want to stay with him, not anymore. When I think about my future now I do see myself with you. But that won’t happen ever if I can’t get away from Tate. You heard the songs, you read the letter, Mac. He’ll never let me leave especially if he knows I’m with someone else, with you.”
“He doesn’t own you, he can’t control you anymore Brook. You don’t need his money, you don’t need him. We’ll go meet him together and I swear to fucking God if he attempts to pull any bullshit I’ll snap his fucking neck. You tell him you’re leaving and he can sign the papers or not. It really doesn’t matter. Either way you are leaving him. If that’s really what you want. If not please tell me now. It’s bad enough already; please don’t make it harder on me. If you don’t want to be with me I’ll still help you any way I can but please don’t play with me. I have never felt like this way about anyone. You can wreck me Brook, for good.”
“I meant it when I said I was in love with you. I love you, Mac. I will go see him and tell him it’s over and he can sign the papers or not but you are not coming with me and snapping his neck. I’d like to see you smack him around a little though, Lord knows he deserves it the fucking prick.”
I slip into what can be considered a depression once more. I refuse to work out with the guys or leave my room to hang out with Jonesie and Tara. I don’t even go to Mac’s room. He has taken to sleeping in my bed with me even though it’s not getting him any. I keep myself wrapped in my covers, I’m so cold, all the way to my bones and I can’t get warm. After a few days Mac decides that maybe if he goes on with his activities as if he’s having a great time without me I’ll snap out of it but I’m onto his game so when he tells me that he’s going out to dinner with Jonesie and Tara I’m unfazed. I tell him that’s fine and to have a great time.
“I wish you would come along. It might make you feel better.” Mac tries to coax me. “You’re safe, the threat is long gone and the house is locked safe. I’ll see you in a couple of hours then.”
I hear Mac close the door but I never turn around to say good-bye.
Shortly after they all leave another storm comes through and cuts the power again. I sit in darkness waiting for the generator to kick in. When it doesn’t I start to get scared but tell myself I am being ridiculous. I am about to go out to the living space when I hear a sound. Was that footsteps? I’m making myself crazy. It’s probably Mac. I’m sure when he heard the storm he felt guilty leaving me here all alone and rushed back.
I climb back into bed so he won’t think I was waiting for him. The bedroom door opens and I pretend to be asleep. Then in one fast violent movement I am ripped out of my bed by my hair. I’m guessing it’s not Mac.
Brook has been in a funk since she listened to that damn CD from Tate. She won’t leave her room, she won’t talk about it and she won’t touch me. I sleep next to her every night in her bed but it’s worse than sleeping alone. I am trying to be patient and give her some space but I am reaching the end of my rope. Tonight Jonesie and Tara invite us out to eat and I accept even though I know Brook won’t come along. I walk out of her bedroom, hoping she’ll change her mind before I reach the door but she just lays there and lets me leave without a good-bye. I know I won’t be able to eat at the restaurant and I am the worse possible company so I call a taxi and leave as soon as I arrive. It’s a good thing that I do because as soon as I get into the taxi a major storm hits. I can’t imagine Brook alone in the house if the power goes out again. Not in the state she’s been in. It seems like every ounce of strength I watched her develop since being here was so easily taken away by just a few of his words and music.
The driving is rough on the way home, visibility is next to non-existent. The driver is crawling along and a bad feeling is creeping at the back of my mind. Nudging me into killer mode and I don’t know where it’s coming from until we finally pull up in front of the house and I see that lights are on at Jonesie’s but not at the guest house. I know immediately that power has been cut to the house, the house where I left Brook alone like a sitting duck.
At first there are only two of them. One of them is holding me with my arms locked behind my head so I can’t move or grab at him and the other has me by my legs so I can’t kick. Then another older man comes in, clearly the one in charge and I am stunned to see eyes so familiar I’d know them anywhere but without the warmth and compassion of Mac’s.
“Where’s the boyfriend? Stupid of my little brother to leave such a delicious little thing alone. You’ll have to forgive him, he wasn’t raised right. You see our father raised me to protect the ones that I love but Anthony seems to have a hard time doing that with his girls. I tried so many times to talk Anthony into being a part of this family but he was just too good for us, turning his back on his roots every chance he got. He never seems to learn his lesson either, it’s a shame first that partner of his and now here you are in the same predicament. Stupid like our mother he is. I don’t know what my father saw in her. I guess he was blinded by a tight piece of ass. Maybe Mac has the same issue as our old man.”
My blood runs cold remembering Mac’s story of what happened to Holly, the name he stills cries out in his sleep some nights. I look at this man who resembles Mac so much but it’s hard to believe that they are brothers. He is as tall as Mac and his build is similar but Mac has age and Sven on his side. He is much darker skinned than Mac but it’s the eyes, they are identical. He goes on to tell me, like it’s a family fucking reunion that he’s ten years older than Mac who he calls Anthony. He says that their father would have wanted him to be with his family not in military schools and “shit like that.” He claims Mac knows all about him but apparently instead of joining forces in the family drug cartel he has chosen to fight against them. This monster with Mac’s eyes claims the deal with Ted was the last straw and he will no longer tolerate his brother’s disrespect. He says he needs to be taught a lesson.
“Alright boys, you know the drill get her naked but no one touches her till we have him. She’s our pawn in the game tonight” he says as the house lights go on.
“Well, well, well, looks like you two won’t have to wait as long as I thought. I think my brother is home already” he sneers as he leaves the room turning over his shoulder to say, “Get her fucking clothes off now and do not touch her or I’ll have your asses.”
“MAAAAC” I scream and get a slap across the face for it. I have never been hit before and tears instantly run down my face. Once they’ve started I have no way of stopping them.
I am helpless as the two thugs try to rip off my clothes. All I have on are baggy shorts and a t-shirt of Mac’s. The bigger of the two men holds my upper body while the other lets my legs go and then I feel his hands on the waist band of my shorts. I don’t know where it comes from, maybe just survival instinct or maybe all those days in the gym watching Mac and Sven. I manage to get the guy in the balls good
, making him collapse on the floor coughing and gasping for air. I fling my head back to strike the other with it but he’s too smart for that. He flings me on the bed and holds me down with his legs as he rips Mac’s shirt over my head. As his hands reach for my shorts the slider door is smashed in by a body I don’t recognize being flung through it.
I call Jonesie and tell him that power has been cut to the house. He calls for back up as he runs out of the restaurant pulling Tara with him. I rush quietly for the generator and turn it in. As I am trying to figure out how many there are in and around the house, where in the house they are and formulate a plan of action I am spotted by one of them. He tries to put up a good fight but his first mistake was trying to take me alone. I show no mercy when I see the tattoo on his neck. I know who is in that house and why. I snap the guy’s neck in less than thirty seconds and when I look up I see movement in Brook’s room, a second later I hear her scream my name. I carry the body up the steps to the slider for her room and heave it through the glass and step inside to find a shirtless Brook with some guy on her. It looks like she may have tried to take one of them out; he’s holding his balls on the ground still trying to catch his breath. The fucker who had his paws on Brook a minute ago lets her go to come at me. Within seconds he and the other dude each have a bullet hole clear through the middle of their foreheads. When I look to Brook she is being held as a shield in front of my brother and two other guys are standing in the doorway of Brook’s room with guns drawn on me.
“Well, hello little brother. It’s been awhile. Sorry I didn’t hang around to see you at my last job but that ticking bomb was making me a little nervous.”
“Let her go mother fucker or my next bullet goes into you” I threaten.
“You would kill your own brother? Your own flesh and blood for a piece of ass? Now is that the kind of shit they taught you in the military? Pops would not like this Anthony. You need to stand by your family.”
“You are not my family and your father wasn’t either now let her fucking go. This ends here and now” I warn.
Ty pulls a gun and points it at Brook’s head and yells at her to get on the bed. I tell her not to move and she trusts me enough to listen to my command even though I can see she’s scared for her life and if I wasn’t here she would do whatever she was told.
Ty points his gun at me and tells his goons to take Brook. I can’t take them all out and be sure Brook is safe and he knows that.
“I don’t know what it is about skinny white bitches that you and Pop get hard ons over. She does have fine tits though, man; I’ll give you that one. Way bigger than that other chick. What was her name? Oh, yes, Holly right?”
“Shut the fuck up” I spit out as one of Ty’s men pulls Brook’s shorts off her and pushes her onto the bed. One is straddling her holding her down with his weight on her hips. He has her arms above her head and is holding them down by her wrists. The other one has her legs and he’s opening them way too much for my liking as Ty opens his fucking mouth to give his orders.
“Okay well, I can see we’re not going to get him in a comfortable position for this show so…oh, well. Fuck him. He can stand and watch. Who wants her first boys?”Ty asks before he falls to the floor with a bullet hole to the back of the head. I fire and make clean hits on the two men on Brook and I lunge for her without bothering to check my back. I know if I turn around I will see Jonesie with a smoking gun, when he’s around I don’t have to check my back, he’s always has it.
Brook is wild eyed, covered in blood and shaking, she’s going into shock quickly. I take her in my arms and carry her to the bathroom as Jonesie walks through the door. Within seconds he is barking orders at the team that was dispatched and followed his orders to take out the twenty or so men that were on the property. I hear Tara’s scream then Jonesie ordering someone to get her out of there and stay with her.
Mac walks into the shower carrying me with his clothes and shoes still on. He sinks to the floor still cradling me in his arms. He is trying to soothe my sounds but I can’t process his words. The water feels good against my skin but I can’t get the smell of those men off me. I look down startled, thinking Mac’s arms are theirs and I start to try to escape his grip but then I hear his voice through my sobs. That’s when I see the blood and the water running over me turning pink and I have to get it all off. I have to get their smell off of me. I manage to get up and turn the dial all the way to hot and rush under the current before Mac can grab me. The water burns my skin but feels better than their hands did on me. Mac grabs me and pulls me back as he adjusts the dial again.
“I know baby. It’s going to be okay. Did they…oh God. Why did I leave you alone?” he asks himself more than me. “Did they hurt you, Brook? Please baby you have to tell me. Look at me, did they hurt you?”
I am finally able to speak, “No, one of them hit me but they didn’t rape me if that’s what you’re asking. I tried to fight them off but they were so strong. They came into my room. I thought it was you and I pretended to be asleep. I was trying to act like I didn’t care that you left and that I wasn’t scared in the dark even though I was. I was so scared.”
“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry. I never should have left you. I’ll never leave you again. If…I can’t even think about it. Keep talking. Tell me what happened next. Its best if you talk, trust me. Keep going, you’re safe now with me” Mac encouraged.
We stayed on the shower floor as I continued, Mac too afraid to let me out of his arms and me too afraid to be out of them.
“I saw his eyes first. Your eyes only cold, Mac. You said you’re an only child. How?”
“He’s my half brother, was my half brother. We had the same father but we weren’t raised together. I wasn’t trying to lie to you. I don’t think of him as family Brook for obvious reasons. I’ll explain more later. You need to keep talking, keep telling me what happened.”
“He asked where you were, he called you Anthony.”
“That’s my full name, Anthony Macintosh but my grandparents never called me that. They always called me Tony then when I got older kids started calling me Mac, by the time I was in the Marines I was Mac. What happened next?” he prompted as he took off his shirt and shoes while still managing not to let me go.
I tell Mac that Ty said something about Holly and I notice Mac’s head start to drop to his hands.
“I was so scared. I’ve never been scared before like I was tonight and believe me Brook I’ve had many reasons to be scared shitless. I kept seeing her face and yours. I knew I couldn’t let them do to you what they did to her. I would have killed myself if I couldn’t save you.”
“He said something about Ted but I don’t remember what. Was Ted working with him?”
“Ted borrowed money from him and couldn’t pay it back. He sent his thugs out sniffing around and found out I was on his trail again. Not long after he put the hit out on Ted and Asia to send a message to me. He made it look just like the night with Holly.”
“But how did he know about Holly?” I ask
Mac tells me that the attack and Holly’s rape was Ty’s way of “coaxing” him into the family business. He was the one in charge that night but he got away. When the rape didn’t work Ty got his goons to get her addicted to crack, she died and still Mac wouldn’t agree to acknowledge Ty or his goons as family.
“Keep telling me about what happened, I need you to get it all out.”
“He told those guys to get me naked but not to touch me until they had you. Then the lights went on and I screamed for you. I knew you must have come back and I was so scared I didn’t know what to do so I just yelled your name. I wanted you to be here. I was so afraid that you’d be too late. I was trying to fight them off but I wouldn’t have been able to.”
“You got one of them pretty good. I found him on the floor holding his balls” Mac laughed as we heard Jonesie knock on the door. Mac put his wet shirt that was on the shower floor over my head to cover me up then he held me tight and told
Jonesie he could come in.
“Is she alright? They didn’t…” Jonesie asks
“No, thank fucking God. She’s okay, in shock but talking. I just need to make sure she keeps talking about it” Mac looks at his best friend with pain in his eyes.
Jonesie bends down and pulls Mac who is still holding me in his arms to his feet, out of the shower and he wraps us in towels.
“I think you may be in a little shock yourself Mac. Come on let’s get you two dry and warm and over to my house. I don’t think being here is good for either of you.”