Silence of the Nine 2

by T. Styles

  “Get her out of here,” Nine demanded as Sheena was hoisted off of the bed kicking and screaming the entire way. Removing the long Valentino scarf from around her neck, Nine tossed it to one of the soldiers. “And place this over her naked body. I do not want her father to see her that way.”

  When she was gone Mo Wright yelled, “Who the fuck are ya’ll?” Blood spouted from his hand like a water fountain but he remained still on the bed. He knew he was outnumbered and outwitted.

  Antonius sought help and found his missing daughter by way of Nine Prophet.

  Instead of responding verbally, Nine strolled over to him, each step slow and calculating. The suspense was killing Mo because he couldn’t read her expression. Once next to the bed, she snatched an unused condom off the table. Then she kicked off her designer shoes and placed one foot on the mattress followed by the other. Standing over Mo Wright, she raised her dress and reduced her height so that she was straddling his body.

  Her men knew what was going on without words even though Mo didn’t. Sliding the condom on his dick, Nine raised her waist slightly before she slid onto his shaft, engulfing his thickness in the process. She bucked one time and her pussy gripped his rod as if she was shaking his hand firmly.

  When he was turned on, despite his life being in danger, she said, “This is how it feels to fuck a woman who understands the weight of her decisions.” She paused. “You just slept with a naive child.” She grabbed the gun from the back of her jacket and pointed at his face. “And now you know the difference.” She fired into his forehead, killing him instantly.

  ****

  Seated in the backseat of a gold Maybach with the word “Prophet” splayed on the license plates, Nine spoke to her most loyal lieutenant whom she named Antonius. His born name was Ian Greiner but as with all of the men in her Legion, she gave him a Roman name fitting of their union with her organization.

  He and the nobles were the only members in the Legion who were aware that the Prophets were incestuous people.

  “I thought I lost her,” Antonius said as he melted into the leather seat while staring out of the window as his daughter was being placed in the back of a black Mercedes truck against her will. He hadn’t seen or heard from her in weeks and now she would be taken home.

  Now she was safe.

  He looked at Nine. “And once again, you came through for me.” He stroked his smooth goatee that decorated his dark skin. He was stunning.

  Nine gazed outside at Mo Wright’s body, which was being placed in the back of a van with no windows. When the corpse was inside, she focused back on her most trusted soldier. “We are family, Antonius. You claim you know this but then you thank me for frivolous things. I reward loyalty with loyalty. So why would I not make time for you? Make time to find your daughter when it was clear that her absence troubled you?”

  He chuckled. “How do you do that?”

  “Do what?”

  “Make everyone in your camp feel as if they’re the only one?”

  She exhaled. “If you lived the life I have, beneath the floors, then you would truly see that every person, every experience, no matter how wretched, is still precious. I have a violent way about me, Antonius, and I cannot deny it. But I revere every moment as if it would be my last.”

  She touched his thigh innocently but that didn’t stop his manhood from stiffening with lust. There was something about a powerful woman that drove him mad and yet he realized he could never possess her.

  Not in the way he wanted anyway.

  “What can I do to repay you?”

  She exhaled, overwhelmed by all of her unresolved issues. “Actually I have two things.” She remembered the smug look on Alice’s face over her aunt’s house. “My cousin Alice is untrustworthy and I might want her slain.”

  “Just say the word.”

  “Give me some days. I need to be around my family when the murder happens so that they will not suspect me.” She giggled to herself. “Even though with the power I possess, I could be dead and still be capable of murder.”

  He laughed. “Anything else?”

  “Yes,” she said growing serious. “I got word that one of our own has been failing in the math classes. He does not see the need for the education part of my operation and yet I cannot dismiss him. If I do, I am afraid I will lose him to the streets.”

  “Maybe you should, Nine. You can’t change or help everybody.”

  “If I truly believed that, then I would not be here in front of you now.” She paused. “The odds were against me and yet someone believed in me, Antonius.” She exhaled. “Her name was Fran.”

  “Why him?”

  “His father was Jameson, one of the nobles who died of cancer some months back.” Nine’s gaze fell upon nothingness. “He was one of my grandfather’s closest friends. I was there in his final hours and he always spoke about his one regret in life.”

  “What was that?”

  “Not having a stronger hand in his son’s life. He begged me to see to it that he gets right and I want to honor that because I could see in his eyes that his soul would not rest without that peace.” She paused. “He was much more honorable than my grandfather, although they shared similar traits. Even down to them both being from Africa.” She sighed. “Keep an eye on Galileo. He is young but he is also talented. If we can get him where he needs to be, eventually, he will be one ounce as good as you are.”

  “That’s a tall order.”

  She laughed. “Yes it is, but no doubt still true.”

  “For you, I will do anything.” He looked into her eyes and she felt his respect, love and lust all at once.

  “I know, Antonius. And that is why you are my favorite.”

  ****

  The Coliseum Wine Manufacturers

  Nine held the sample bottle designed for her upcoming venture with The Coliseum Wine Manufacturers in the palm of her hand. She was savvy in the relationship she was building with the corporation and although Nine never had an ounce of formal training, she was smarter than the average accountant.

  She knew numbers well and, as a result, was able to funnel drug money into legit businesses to hide the family’s illegal entities. On the surface, she was a millionaire with billionaire potential. She paid taxes and was always on time and the government was none the wiser.

  In her opinion, the drug business should be run like any other corporation. Smart and by the book. In fact, Nine didn’t have one stack of money in her house or on her person, believing that if the police raided the mansion they would be sadly disappointed. There were no drugs allowed on her property and although her soldiers practiced shooting on the acres of land covering Aristocrat Hills, she dressed the self-run school up as a program to give at-risk men a chance at a good life, as opposed to headquarters for a drug operation.

  With the deal she was forging with the wine manufacturers, she would be placing fifty percent of the money into the venture. It wasn’t because she desired to invest her own capital. This was done because the winery didn’t have complete faith in the new entrepreneur. They figured if she wanted to prove herself, she would have to assume half the risk by supplying half of the money, and the use of her vineyard.

  Nine needed their assistance because although she was wealthy, they had distribution and she wanted her product everywhere fine wines were sold. For the sake of seeing Francesca on shelves, she was willing to do anything.

  There wasn’t a day that went by where she didn’t think about Fran, to a point of obsession.

  “So what do you think?” Mr. Berkeley asked sitting across from her in his office. Approving the bottle design was the first step of the plan. There were many more to make before the grapes from her vineyard were selected and she penned a check for production.

  Nine ran her fingertips over the purple label with the gold letters that read Francesca. “It’s beautiful,” she said looking at him and then at the bottle again. She was in love and her cheeks rose toward the sky. “Simply beautiful.
Oh, how I wish she could see it.”

  When she gazed to her left to get Leaf’s opinion, she saw he was in a trance while typing on his phone. Who was he speaking with that had him so stuck? “Cousin, what do you think?”

  Silence.

  Leaf continued to text, unaware of Nine’s question. A small attempt to be nosey was made on her part, but she couldn’t decipher the words due to the dark screen cover on his phone. She felt foolish anyway for prying and decided to stop trying. It didn’t stop the jealousy from brewing inside of her chest. She placed her hand on his and said, “Cousin, do you like the design? Mr. Berkley is waiting and you are being rude.”

  Realizing she was speaking to him, Leaf suspiciously stuffed his phone into his pocket and looked into her eyes before staring at the sample. In his opinion, if you’d seen one wine bottle you’d seen them all. He wasn’t interested in making wine or anything else for that matter. All he wanted to do was be with his wife and their son. “Uh…it’s nice, bae. Do you like it?”

  She pinched him out of view of Mr. Berkeley for calling her bae. How she wished he remembered the script while out in public. They were supposed to be cousins, not lovers. Even though in Prophet-land, both were one in the same.

  “Yes, I like it,” he responded clearing his throat.

  “Well, great!” Mr. Berkley said slapping his pale hands together before rubbing them briskly. “I’ll make the design team aware and I’ll let you know when the bottle is scheduled for production.” He paused before getting serious. “But I do have to remind you of one thing. This is a Catholic company. I know it’s hard to believe since we are in the wine business but it’s still true.” He lowered his brow and looked at her intently. “We cannot be affiliated with any bad publicity from our partners. Now, you and your cousin seem like reputable people, but can I count on you to stay out of the public eye in any negative way? And that includes your family as well.”

  Nine looked at Leaf. It felt as if a bowling ball rolled down her chest cavity and landed in her stomach. Not only was she sitting next to her cousin, the love of her life, but also she was illegally married to him. A Prophet, in the public’s eyes, was anything but respectable and upstanding so she was forced to be deceitful.

  “Of course,” she said crossing her legs. She refused to look at Leaf because she could feel him staring a hole into the side of her face. He hated counterfeit people and fake shit and this entire performance was paramount. “You are doing business with respectable people,” she said. “That, I can assure you of.”

  He stood up and shook their hands. “Great!” He smiled brightly. “Okay, I’ll be in contact with you in the next few weeks. And congratulations on Francesca. This is bound to be an exciting venture!”

  When he left his office Leaf wanted to give her an earful about the pinch but Nine called her aunt and avoided a confrontation.

  For the moment anyway.

  There was no way she was allowing anything or anybody to get in the way of the venture so she had to meet with her family and get things in order. They needed a firm plan and she would give them direction. “Aunt Victory, this is Nine. I need an audience with you.”

  “Of course, honey! Actually, you called at the right time. I’m planning a soiree of sorts over my house in a few days. You know, to celebrate Noel and Bethany’s upcoming nuptials. All of the Prophets will be here,” she giggled. “Can I make a place set for you and Leaf?”

  Leaf hated, among other things, being around his father’s side of the family, but she spoke for him anyway. Besides, she would use the opportunity to make her expectations of the family clear. “Yes, you can count on us to attend. And, Auntie, please make sure everyone is present. I have a few things to discuss that cannot wait.”

  “Of course, niece. Every person with Prophet blood pumping in their veins will be here. Don’t you worry about a thing.”

  ****

  Leaf was lying face up on his bed smoking a blunt, thinking about his life. Once a player, now he was in love with a woman who was too unpredictable.

  Was his heart safe with her?

  Nine’s need to fit into a society that didn’t embrace her kind was weighing on their relationship. And it was also pushing him further away.

  As he inhaled the smoke, suddenly the bedroom door cracked open and in the doorway Nine stood in her favorite outfit…nothing. She had just taken a bath so the smell of Dove soap permeated the air as the puddles of water rolled down her chocolate frame, sprinkling gently against the floor.

  “Grandfather is asleep and I was wondering if you have any of them honey buns on you,” she joked.

  He smiled and suppressed his need to laugh loudly due to her role-play. This was the thing that he loved about her. The part no one got to see when they were alone. When she was herself. “Yeah, I got one of them joints for you,” he said as he winked. “Come on over here so I can give it to you.”

  Nine glided toward him and he rolled over and put out the blunt. She pulled the sheet and comforter off his body and smiled at his thickness. “What do I have to do to get it?”

  “Use your imagination,” he responded. “I’m sure you can come up with something.”

  Standing at the foot of the bed, she licked her pink pouty lips and then lowered her head to suck each of his toes. Knowing how much he loved that shit, she was not surprised when she glanced up and saw his dick so hard it pulsated to its own beat. While she tended to one foot, the other experienced a soft rub as her titty brushed against it.

  After teasing him enough, she crawled on top of him like a lioness. Before sitting on his throne, she pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy before pulling them out and licking them. They sparkled with her wetness. With the show officially over, she spread her strawberry pink center and fucked him slowly before going wild.

  Leaf appreciated her diligence but in the bedroom, he was captain. So he flipped her over so that her stomach pressed into the expensive sheets and her ass rose. Now she could do nothing but submit to his will. He pushed her legs wider and rammed his dick into her slushiness.

  He glanced down at her flesh. There was something ugly and beautiful about the scars on her back that led to her plump ass. Could a woman with such a history of violence be tamed?

  Being sucked into her softness, he snaked his hands beneath her body and pawed her breasts. The image of his light-skinned ass rising and falling into her dark body was picture perfect, worthy of framing.

  It was beautiful.

  They fucked for two hours straight before he plunged into her one last time, all of their energy gone.

  When they were done, he rolled over and looked at her. Nine gazed at him and ran her hand through his curly hair. “The way you love me…”

  Silence.

  “I just…I cannot explain.”

  “Try.”

  “I can see it in your eyes and in the way you hold me. What did I do to deserve your love?”

  “You have the blueprint to that, bae. So you tell me.”

  “Are you excited about the wine?” Nine asked happily. Just thinking about the idea gave her tingles. “This will be the thing that makes the Prophet family legitimate. If we do this right, we will never have to sell dope again.”

  “We don’t have to sell dope now,” he said dryly and clearly uninterested.

  “Are you happy, cousin?” She paused touching his face. “Like I am?”

  Her smile was intoxicating and for the moment, he wanted to ease her worries. “Of course.”

  She grinned as if she just hit the lottery. “Is there anything I can do to show you how much I love you?” She paused. “Anything at all.”

  “Nothing, Nine. Except you being here for this family and not worrying so much about things that do not matter.”

  “Being home is a given.” She waved at the air. “But is there anything else?”

  Silence.

  “Yes. Abandon the name Prophet and take my last name. Lincoln.”

  She sighed and r
olled over on her back. His persistence on an issue she would not budge on was annoying at best. “Why must you do this every time we get together? Every time we make love and you pleasure me? Whether my last name is Lincoln or not, I am still a Prophet. We both are.”

  “So the answer is no?”

  Silence.

  He rolled over on his back as they both ogled the ceiling. “Do you have that honey bun for real?”

  Although a little annoyed, he reached over, opened his drawer and handed it to her. She ripped at the plastic, and took a big bite. Even to this day, with all the money she possessed, it was her favorite treat. Smiling with a mouthful of the pastry, she said, “I cannot believe you really have it. I thought you were playing.”

  “I got everything you need.” He looked into her eyes. “And one day you’ll realize it.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  “Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury.”

  - William Shakespeare

  Banker sat in the driver’s seat of her Lexus outside of her home with her cell phone pressed against her ear. The other hand was stuffed inside of the lips of her pussy as she flipped her clit several times to the sound of her boyfriend’s low and seductive voice. She was supposed to be going to work but was sidetracked by his need to be freaky.

  “I’m doing it now, Galileo,” she breathed heavily. “I’m playing with myself. What else you want me to do?”

  “Is it wet, baby?” he whispered harshly. On the other side of the phone, miles away, he stroked his thick dick, getting off heavily on the whisper of her voice.

  He should’ve been studying for the calculus class all Legion members had to attend, but he couldn’t care less about Nine’s rules or procedures. To hear him tell it, he knew enough about life and worked with her solely to move dope and get money.