I made it to the warehouse and Horse was standing at the front waiting for me. I took off my jacket and passed it to him and continued walking inside. In the back of the warehouse two of the workers were standing next to Darron, who was tied up in a chair. He was slumped over in the chair asleep. There was blood on his shirt that had run from his nose.
“Wake his bitch ass up,” I said as I rolled up my sleeves.
Rob slapped him on the side of his face a few times until he woke up.
“Aww, man, Dontay, it wasn’t me, man, I swear. I would never steal from you.”
“I guess you think I’m stupid right?”
“Nah, man, never,” he pleaded.
I stood there putting on gloves. It didn’t matter to me how much he cried. His fate was now in my hands. I reached over to Horse, who was holding a chainsaw in his hand.
“Please, Don, man, I’m begging you don’t do this.” He tried to wiggle his hands free from the cuffs. I was unfazed. I could remember it as if it were yesterday when I put him on. He reminded me of myself when I was his age. He was hungry and wanted to get his momma out of the hood. Just like me, his father wasn’t in his life. Just like me, he had dreams and aspirations and those plans were derailed when he watched his mother work a minimum-wage job every day. Was I wrong for punishing him? I didn’t think so, and honestly I didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought. In this game, loyalty is a must and a slip up will get you fucked up. He didn’t deserve to breathe the same air that I did. Instead of being patient and waiting his turn, he thought he could start up his own organization with my money.
I pulled the cord turning on the chainsaw and watched him quiver. I couldn’t hear him over the noise. I was tired of the sound of his voice anyway. It was time to kiss his ass good-bye.
The first slice went through his chest. Blood shot everywhere. The plastic which covered the floor beneath him immediately was covered. Horse, Rob, and Tip backed away to avoid getting it all over their clothes. His body was shaking uncontrollably, but he was still alive. I wanted him to suffer. I wasn’t going to make it that easy. I took another slice through his stomach. His eyes widened as he screamed in agony. I smiled. Yes, I smiled. It felt good, as sick as that may sound.
He was foaming at the mouth, blood spilled out. I could feel his blood running down my face. My hands were completely covered. I took a few swipes at his knees before taking the final cut to his neck, decapitating him. Rob turned around, I could tell he was sick to his stomach. Not everyone was built for this. When I was done, I looked like Carrie covered in the pigs’ blood. I turned off the chainsaw and set it down on the ground. Horse was standing there with a stone face waiting for me to give orders. I stepped out of my shoes, socks, pants, and took off my shirt before stepping off the plastic. Horse passed me a towel to wipe off what blood I could without water. I walked to the front, barefoot in boxers. There were a pair of jeans, Air Force Ones, and a button-up folded. I put on the clothes and walked out to the car. Horse was behind me.
“You good?” I asked him as I sat down in the car with the door open.
“Yeah, I’m cool. You?”
“I’m good. We need to have a meeting tomorrow. Sometime in the afternoon, but I’ll hit you up later on to confirm the details.”
“All right. What you want me to do here?”
“Chop him up and throw him over the bridge,” I said nonchalantly.
“All right,” Horse said as he reached in the car to shake my hand.
I pulled the door closed and drove away. I needed to get a shower and see what the fuck was so important with Desire. I made it to her house twenty minutes later. All of the lights were on downstairs so I knew she was waiting on me. I opened the door and made my way toward the stairs. She called from the living room.
“Dontay?”
“Yeah,” I said, taking a few steps. I wanted to get to the shower before she noticed the remnants of blood that still remained on my skin.
I heard her shoes on the hardwood floor making her way into the hallway. “We need to talk,” she said with her arms folded.
“After I get a quick shower we can talk,” I said, continuing up the stairs.
“Oh, so you want to try to wash that bitch’s pussy juices off? Huh, Dontay? You aren’t slick, you wouldn’t let me in the office, now you’re running to the shower. You know I’m not stupid. You tell me you aren’t fucking her, yet your actions show something else. I’m sitting here like a dumb ass, being loyal to you with the hope that you’ll be mine. How would you feel if I’d been out fucking another nigga?” she yelled.
I stopped in my tracks, turned around, and stormed back down the stairs. I walked over to her, close enough for her feel my breath. “Does this look like pussy juice to you?” I said, putting my hands in her face.
She backed up a few steps and looked down at my hands with wide eyes. She didn’t say another word. She knew it was in her best interest not to.
“Now, like I said, we’ll talk after I get out of the shower.”
I turned and went upstairs to the master bedroom. After taking off the clothes that I was wearing, I jumped in the shower. I could hear her enter the bathroom and leave again. I figured she was probably picking up my clothes off the floor. She’d done this many times before. Just like Horse, she knew the routine and knew what her role was. When I got out, she had a towel laid across the sink. I dried off and walked into the bedroom, where she was sitting on the bed.
“I’m sorry okay? I just get scared, Dontay. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“What is it that you wanted to talk about?”
“Can you come here please, and sit next to me?”
I walked over to the bed and stood in front of her. “What is it?”
Her eyes were planted on the print of my dick showing through the towel that was wrapped around my waist.
“Stop it,” I said.
“I’m sorry, but it’s distracting,” she said.
“Come on now, you made a whole scene so I’m trying to understand why.”
“Can I tell you after?”
“After what?”
“After I suck it?” She bit her bottom lip.
Instantly my dick was hard. She always knew how to quickly change the subject. I couldn’t turn down that offer, even if I was annoyed with her behavior. I grabbed the towel and let it drop to the floor. I took a few steps close to her meeting her lips. She wrapped her lips around it without touching it. She moaned as she sucked it like a Popsicle. I couldn’t take it. I grabbed the back of her head and fucked her face. Every time my dick hit her tonsils I felt the cum brewing. I tried to hold it back. I’d taught her well. Who would’ve guessed that she was a virgin when I met her? It didn’t take long before I was cumming and she was swallowing it. Not even a drop escaped. She continued to suck until the sensitivity was too much for me. I backed up.
“Stop it, damn,” I said.
She began to laugh. I was still standing there trying to get myself together.
“Dontay, I’m pregnant,” she blurted out.
“What did you say?” I asked. I wanted to make sure I was hearing her correctly.
“I said I’m pregnant.”
Damn, I wasn’t ready for that. Just like that, everything changed.
Chapter Twenty
Sexual Healing
Desire
Two weeks had passed since I told Dontay I was pregnant, and I hadn’t seen or heard from him since. Since he split his time between Tracy and me, I figured that was where he’d been staying. I knew bringing up the subject would most likely turn him away so instead I decided to reel him in with sex or something close to it.
I walked into my bathroom and drew a tubful of hot water with lilac-scented candles lit to relax. I was horny and the hot water against my skin would give me the illusion of his warm body on top of me. I slid down into the water and grabbed my cordless phone off of the floor. I hesitated before dialing his number but I needed a fix and
hearing his voice would have to suffice. It took a few rings before he answered, and I almost burst hearing his deep tone through the receiver.
“Hey, baby, are you busy?” I quizzed him as I rubbed my hand over my left leg.
“I’m just sitting here watching a movie. What’s up?” he asked, obviously attempting to throw me a hint.
“I miss you. I haven’t heard from you.” I couldn’t resist letting out that tad bit of information.
“Really?” he quizzed me. “So did you need me to do something for you?” he asked, trying to cut the conversation short. I wasn’t about to get off of the phone that easily.
“Actually I do,” I spoke lowering my voice to a seductive whisper. “I want to make love to your ear!”
“What’s that?” he quizzed me, attempting to dodge my comment.
“I want you to listen while I imagine you here with me. Is that okay?”
“Who, Tracy? She’s right here lying across my lap.” He fumbled trying to inform me of her presence.
“I don’t care if she’s there. All you have to do is listen.”
“Okay, go ahead and tell me what happened,” he responded, giving me my cue to move forward.
I continued using that seductive tone that caught him in the first place. This tone was enough to make any man hard as a brick. I was aware of my talents long ago and had been able to snag many men in the past, even men who were attached.
“I wish you were here so I could feel you caressing me. You begin to remove your clothing to join me. I sit in the hot water watching as the steam rises from the tub. I’m getting excited as each part of your muscular body is revealed. Damn, I want you, and I lick my lips, anticipating tasting you. Once you are fully undressed, you fondle your manhood as I continue to pant, waiting for your hardness to meet my lips. You take your time moving closer to me, forcing me to wait a little longer. I part my lips widely enough to make way for you, and you slowly push your thickness inside of my wet mouth. My tongue massaging your shaft forces you to let out a sigh. I begin to massage my clit with one hand as I use the other one to play with your balls. You taste so good as I feel your hands on the back of my head, easing me into a deep throating routine. I stick two fingers inside of my tunnel as I crave you inside of me. Can you feel me, baby?” I quizzed him as I caressed myself imagining the scene that I was describing.
“Yeah, I feel you. What happened next?” he spoke quickly.
“You remove your manhood from my oral cavity, and it’s missing your presence already. You stroke your length from end to end and pull me from the tub. I follow your lead, and you kiss me long and sensually, as I could feel your member pressed against my body. Damn, I want you inside of me, and I grab hold of it to let you know just how much. You bend me over, with my hands using the tub to brace myself, and you slide in from behind. Your girth has been missed, and I moan with satisfaction as you fill me up completely. The sound of you moving in and out of me intensifies the excitement. My tunnel quickly provides more lubrication as you increase your speed. I scream, ‘I love this dick!’ over and over again the way you like it, and you tell me exactly how much you love this pussy as you push down on my back to create a deeper arch. Are you feeling me, baby?” I asked as I continued to move my fingers in and out of my wetness.
“Oh, yeah! So then what?” he asked excitedly.
“You remove your length once more long enough to pick me up and sit me on the edge of the sink. With much force you dig deep inside of me with my legs open wide allowing you the space to fit all ten inches inside. I wrap my arms your neck and look into your eyes. I rise up to get close enough to lick your lips. I savor the taste as I beg for you to go faster. You oblige, and I am satisfied with the tempo. I yell, ‘Fuck this pussy!’ over and over again as you continue to keep up the pace. I don’t want you to stop, and I pray that you can hold on a little while longer. I can feel myself nearing an orgasm as you go to a slow stroke with circles hitting my G-spot. I moan for you to keep it right there as you continue the movement. I can feel you throbbing inside of me letting me know that you are close to your peak. I want us to cum together so I wrap my legs around you giving you a direct hit of my spot. ‘I feel it, baby. I’m cumming, I’m cumming,’ I yell as you explode inside of me. We stand there holding on to each other as I know that I am completely satisfied. Are you satisfied, baby?” I quizzed him as I removed my cum-covered fingers from my burrow.
“Most definitely,” he spoke honestly.
“Who is that, baby? I thought that we were going to watch the movie together,” Tracy spoke in the background.
“We are,” he responded.
“Now,” I said, “when you get time, please come over so we can talk. There’s more where that came from.”
“Cool. Thanks for letting me know what happened. I appreciated that.”
“I love you,” I said before hanging up the phone.
A few hours later he came through the door. I knew that it would work. I was sitting on the side of the bed putting on lotion when I heard him coming up the stairs. Before he could even say anything I stopped him.
“Listen, I understand that you aren’t ready for a child, trust me I do. I’m not really ready either, but I don’t want to have an abortion. If you decide that this is the end for us then fine, I’ll deal with that.”
“I’m not saying this is the end for us, but I have to sort some shit out. There’s a lot going on right now, and not just with Tracy either. It’s just bad timing, and I think it’s unfair to bring a child into the world like this. I just came here to get a few things, then I’m leaving.”
“Leaving? After all of that? You really came here to throw salt in the wound. Why would you come here and do this to me?”
“There are some things about me that you don’t know. I know for a fact if you did, you wouldn’t want to deal with me. I just haven’t told you because I didn’t want to hurt you, but maybe it’s time that I did.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“The man who killed your brother, that was the man I worked for okay? All this time I knew that, and I never said anything. The man who shot you, all of it, I knew.”
I sat there silent trying to make sure that I’d heard him correctly.
“I’m sorry, all right? I gotta go.”
He turned his back and walked out. I was frozen. I didn’t know what to say or what to think. Granted, I had been seeing other people because he did, so I should’ve been happy that he was leaving. Those things I could get over, but what he’d just said was ripping me in two. I couldn’t even cry after it all set in. I wasn’t sad. I was angry. What was I supposed to do now?
Chapter Twenty-one
Ready
Alisha
After the incident with Jay, I was still on edge. I had nightmares for two weeks following the tragic confrontation. Hope was just as traumatized. Neither of us had ever faced the barrel of a gun, and seeing someone’s head explode is a vision I was sure neither of us would ever forget. Despite the effects, we pressed forward with our wedding plans. As I stood in front of the mirror, looking at the couture Allure Bridals gown as it hugged my curves, I was flabbergasted. This gown was well worth the $8,000 price tag.
“Hurry up, girl, before I get too drunk off this champagne!” Hope yelled from the showroom.
“Seriously, Alisha, you know how I get when I drink too much,” Tasha yelled.
Tasha was one of my bridesmaids and Desi’s younger sister. Since the start of our relationship, Tasha and I had always gotten along. There were times when people assumed that she was my blood versus his. She’d even stepped up for me a few times when Desi and I were at odds. I’d grown to love her just as much as I loved him. I truly believed that she’d always be there for me even if my relationship with Desi failed. I took a deep breath before I stepped out on the platform. Both of their mouths dropped once they saw me.
“Oh, my God, Alisha, that dress is fucking sick. You look drop-dead gorge
ous,” Hope said, immediately setting her glass down on the table and walking over to me.
“My brother is going to lose his mind when he sees you in that shit.”
“Umm, thanks for the compliments, but could y’all stop with the profanity? Y’all are killing her ears,” I said, pointing to the sales associate who was clearly offended by the language.
“I’m sorry, but this is me, shit,” Tasha said, shaking her head.
“I apologize for their rudeness,” I said, looking over at the pale woman whose cheeks were beet red.
“It’s totally fine,” she responded.
I knew she was lying, but she surely didn’t want any trouble. I continued to twirl around and look at myself in the mirror. Hope and Tasha continued to tell me what they both thought Desi was going to do to me on our wedding night. Of course they didn’t sensor themselves and kept it 100 percent explicit. After I changed back into my clothing and paid the remaining balance, we headed out of the store.
“So where are you two headed now?” Tasha asked.
“Probably back home. I still have so much to do,” I replied honestly.
“Aww come on, let’s go to the bar or something. You won’t be single for long. Might as well enjoy it before Desi locks those cuffs on your ass.” Tasha laughed.
“I’m down. I don’t have shit to do,” Hope blurted.
I shot her an evil eye. She knew I hated bars. After going through the shit we went through with Jay, I was trying to stay out of places that could potentially bring drama my way.
“Aww come on, Alisha, stop being an old maid. Let’s have a few drinks then I’ll let you go, I promise,” Tasha said, pulling on my sleeve.
She made a puppy dog face and a whimpering noise trying to convince me to go.
“Okay, just a few,” I finally agreed.
I really did have a ton to do, and I liked to be waiting for Desi when he came home. A cold bed will make a nigga search for a warm one. I reached in my bag to grab my cell phone. I wanted to send Desi a quick text message to let him know that I was going out. I always tried my best to let him know my every move. I never wanted him to wonder. I was honest with him because I had no desire to be with any other man but him.
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