Scandalous Motives- Heartless Reactions

by Red Snapper

  Bradford immediately answered, “I am uhh… his friend.”

  “Well, sir, your friend needs to spend a few days in the hospital for sure, but I suggest that if you two have been intimate that you should really try to seek some counseling advice.” “If you haven’t already…have you been getting any professional counseling, Sir?”

  Bradford could not believe what he was hearing. He was always observant, but he could not help but to wonder how he missed Kyle being in this depressed state.

  He thought, “He was talking about me when all along he was the one who was having mental issues about this down-low shit!”

  She continued to ask, “Sir…have you talked to a professional about your relationship?”

  He shook his head in the negative. She frowned, as she took out a clinic referral card, giving him one. “We checked your friend’s blood and found traces of H.I.V. in his system.” “Sir, I suggest you go to this clinic and have yourself a talk with this doctor about your homosexual relationship before it is too late for you.” He looked at her as they began to move Kyle to the ambulance. He was lying there with his eyes closed and he was shaking as if he was very cold. It was 98 degrees outside, but looking at him shiver, you could swear it was 20 below. As the ambulance took off, Bradford got in his car to follow, but before he started the engine, he sat there trying to soak all of this sudden drama in. he thought, “This shit is not fucking happening…it is unbelievable!” “He has been fuckin’ lying to everybody, Shareefah, Regina, and me!” As he sat there tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, trying to grasp this whole dilemma, he could not stop playing the whole scenario through his mind. Finally, after getting up enough strength to move forward, he started his car, put it in gear, and drove off. As he was driving to the hospital, he tried to keep his composure, but it was tough to do. He wanted to know why Kyle did this to not only him, but to Shareefah. Suddenly it all began to make since, how he was always saying that Bradford should be honest with Regina and tell her about his relationships with men. All along, he was trying to warn them about his own tribulations. Bradford knew that he had to tell Shareefah, but he didn’t want to do it until he was sure of Kyle’s condition. As he continued to make his way to the hospital, he decided to call her to inform her that he was ill. He dialed Regina’s private number, hoping that she could contact Shareefah. He waited for her to answer her phone as it rang and rang. He parked his car in the hospital garage, as he hung up the phone.

  He thought, “No answered, maybe I should have left a message.” “Naw, that would be too tacky…I’d better get in here quick because I have a meeting in an hour.”

  He walked into the emergency room and asked the receptionist about Kyle. She directed him to wait in the waiting area for the doctor’s prognosis. As he was about to take his seat, his cell phone rang. He glanced at the caller id and noticed it was Regina. Immediately he answered the phone.

  “Hello Bradford, is something wrong?” “Why didn’t you leave me a message?”

  He sighed as he began to explain to her what was taking place.

  “Regina, first I want to thank you for your quick response.” “The reason I called was to see if Shareefah was with you.”

  “Why Bradford, you’re scaring me…what’s going on?”

  “There has been an accident…its Kyle.”

  “Oh my God…what hospital are you at…is he alright?”

  “He is in with the doctor now.” “We are at Our Lady of Grace Hospital.” “Will you tell Shareefah?”

  “Of course, I’ll get her and bring her down there.” “Don’t you worry baby everything is going to be fine.”

  He hung up the phone, pondering on how Shareefah would act when she found out that Kyle tried to commit suicide and that he maybe H.I.V. positive.

  Later that night, Leon was with Coco at her apartment. They were sitting on the couch watching the television, when Coco noticed Gabrielle was getting sleepy, so Coco took her into her bedroom so she could tuck her in. Leon was lying on the couch relaxing when suddenly his phone rings. He answers it quickly and it was one of his boys calling from Chicago.

  “Yo Leon, what’s up!” “Man, when you coming back to handle yo bizness player?” “Word on the street is you abandoned your turf.” “How long you need to get that bitch in check?”

  Leon quickly responded, “Yo muthafucka who you callin’ a bitch?” “I’ll fuck yo ass up talking that shit player” “I’m bouncing from KC tomorrow, so can you hold it down nigga?”

  “What time you rollin’ yo?”

  “I’m rollin’ around 5.00 am, should be there in eight!”

  “Aiight, see ya when I see ya!”

  “For sure…one!”

  As he hung up the phone, he felt that something did not feel right about the call, so he called one of his most trusted brothers to confirm the situation. He dialed the number and waited for an answer. Suddenly, his partner answered the phone, “Yo…what up cuz?”

  “Yo…J Mack what’s poppin’?”

  “Nutin’ just chillin’, makin’ paper!”

  “Yo…I just got a buzz from Calvin L.” “He say word on the streets is…I’m abandoning my hood and clients, you heard any such garbage on the streets?”

  “Naw man…business as usual.” “Truth be told, nobody know you gone but us and I guess Calvin L. now that you told me.”

  “Man…I need you to put yo ears to the ground, find out if there is some bogus shit on the streets like that and let me know what’s up!”

  “I got yo back dog…consider it done!”

  “I'll holla.”

  “One!”

  Coco heard the whole conversation as it unfolded. She knew deep down that Leon could not let the streets go, because it is deeply rooted in his blood, but she was not so concerned about Leon’s street business as much as she was concerned about Calvin L. She had a secret that only Calvin L. knew and she hoped he would not drop a dime and tell Leon about her little skeleton in the closet. As she strolled back into the living room, she acted as if nothing was wrong. She waited to see if he would tell her what was going on, as she sat next to him on the couch. He began to kiss her neck and as much as she tried, she could not hold back. She stood up trying to move away, but he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing close to her. He knew how much she adored it when he touched her like that. She could feel his now hard throbbing dick pressing against her bootylicious ass. As she laid her, head back onto his right shoulder. She raised her arm to touch his strong muscular neck. Her tank top began to rise up as he took this opportunity to slide his hand under it. The touch of his hand on her bare stomach made her gasp and quiver as she quickly began to breathe heavily. When his hand crossed, her ribs and his thumb rubbed the flesh just below her breasts her nipples responded, as they grew harder. He cupped her breasts, pinching her swollen nipples, sending ripples of pleasure the entire length of her luscious body. His other arm was still around her small waist, underneath hers.

  As they continued to satisfy their appetite, they haven't moved an inch from where they were standing. He pulled her tank top over her head, exposing her succulent chocolate skin to his touch. All the while, kissing and nibbling on the side of her irresistible neck. He continued to rub his palms over both breasts, teasing her nipples, keeping them erect and tender. Again, she tried to turn so she could kiss him, but he resisted, releasing her breasts so he could watch them wiggle. She couldn't help but press her bodacious ass hard into him as she began to moan slightly. He knew he had her when she let off that familiar sigh. At this point, her breasts were so tender, all she wanted was for him to kiss and caress them gently. His hands felt so hot on her skin, she thought as he continued to serve her. One more time she tried to turn around and this time she was successful, as she began to pull his white t-shirt out of his jeans, lifting it up so she could press her breasts into his chest as they kissed. His hands explored her sexy back, which raises goose bumps on her arms. She could not wait any longer to f
eel his full weight pressing on her as she quickly broke off the kiss and started to lead him to the bedroom. She flipped on the light switch at the bottom of the stairs, as Leon rubbed on her ass. As she tried to lead him up the stairs, Leon was caressing her ass in the process. He used his thumbs to lift the edges of her navy blue silk panties to get at more of her chocolate flava. He pulled the crotch of it to the side and commenced to rub his thumbs over her outer pussy lips. When he slips one thumb between her pussy lips, he gets drenched with her juices.

  In a sensuous whisper she said, “Damn Leon, I need your dick in me right fuckin’ now!”

  With that, he dropped his jeans, exposing his throbbing shaft, immediately giving her what she craved.

  “Oh yes!” gasping as his rock-hard dick penetrates her sopping wet cunt.

  He pushed all the way in, burying his dick in her, holding it there, and letting her savor the full length of him filling her completely. After about ten seconds, he commenced to pump her, pounding her hard. The force of his thrusts causes her breasts to sway against the carpet; her clit to rub against the edge of the riser, and forces gasps out of her. She was now whining with pleasure as he thrust faster and faster. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she allowed this intense orgasm to take control of her. She commenced to shake as if she was a drug addict receiving her long awaited fix. Her entire body was now consumed with an orgasmic overdose, as she closed her eyes and concentrated on feeling every vein and ridge of his rock hard pulsating dick. She moaned slightly as his hot semen spurt out, hitting her cervix, sending yet another intense orgasm up her back and spine. He continued to pump her as he tried to keep his dick stiff in her soaked punany.

  After about ten minutes of catching their composure, they laughed as they continued to make their way up the stairs. She quickly went to check on Gabrielle, making sure she was still asleep. She opened the door and saw that she was sleeping peacefully. She closed the door and continued down to her bedroom, where Leon was. When she strolled in the room, Leon was completely naked, lying on the bed, smoking a blunt. She smiled as she began to undress, exposing her gorgeous physique. She got under the covers, took the blunt from him, and took a long drag. After trying to hold in the smoke as long as possible she began to cough passing it back to him saying, “Damn, that is some good shit!” “Is that from here?”

  He laughed as he said, “Naw baby gurl, this is some of my shit from Chi-town!”

  After about three more hits of the cannabis, she was high and horny again. Leon put the roach in the ashtray on the nightstand next to the bed as he looked over at her, his hands sliding over her smooth silky skin, from her hip up over her arm to her shoulder. Light, soft kisses follow his hand back down the way it came. She stirred, and turned onto her back. He kisses her, lightly at first then deeper as she responded, then light again. Her hands roved over his skin, from his shoulder down his arm to his hand where it rests on her belly. She led him down toward her so she could kiss him again.

  As they continued to kiss, their tongues met and wrestled with each other, then parted again. Coco kept breaking off the kisses so she could taste more of him, kissing his neck, and nibble on it a little. She sucked on his Adam's apple as his moans vibrate against her lips. She pulled him closer just so she could feel some of his weight on her. She loved to feel his weight on her, controlling her. He commenced to kiss her neck, biting it, trying to make a hickey appear. He kissed down her neck, and ran his tongue over her collarbone to the hollow of her throat. As his mouth continued to work its way down over her throat, his hand made its way up from her abdomen to her breast. They met at the nipple as he commenced to suck it deep into his mouth, his hand squeezing her titty so he could take more of it into his mouth.

  “Oh Leon, that feels so good,” she whispered.

  Not missing a beat, he covered her mouth with a wet kiss as his hand continued moving down from her breast, across her belly to between her luscious thighs. Her legs spread quickly making it easy for him to hold his hand over her pussy, covering it for a moment. Then his middle finger breaks through the barrier her pussy lips have formed, slipping into her wet punany. Coco closed her eyes as her back arched up to meet it, trying to take more of it into her. He slipped one, then two fingers into her, pressing up to rub her G-Spot. He rubbed it in a circular motion while the ball of his hand pressed against her clit. He slid his fingers out of her, grazing her clit causing her to gasp. He now slipped his fingers into her mouth, watching her taste their combined juices as this just added to her thrill. She quickly spread her sexy curvy legs further apart, pulling him on top of her, finally getting his weight on her. This she craved as the feeling of his skin against hers made her temperature rise further. She held him close to her, kissing him, remembering his conversation on the phone earlier, as she wanted to keep him as long as humanly possible before he left her again. He lifted his hips off her, and before he could do it, she reached down and guided his now throbbing dick into her quivering pussy. She was extremely wet as his tool slipped easily inside her. She tilted her hips, bringing her legs up to take him deeper inside her burning desire. She began to pant as she held him there, enjoying the heat and the weight of his cock inside her. Feeling this, he began to move slowly, rocking his hips back and forth, raising himself up onto his elbows as he slid his hands under her shoulders, holding Coco in place. She immediately moved her hands down his back to his tight muscular ass. She knew she wanted him to pump harder, so she squeezed his ass. Getting the message, he commenced pulling further out with each stroke, plunging deeper with every return. The heat builds, the friction ignites a fire in her that only one thing can extinguish! She lifted her hips to meet his every stroke, pumping him, to oblivion. He continued to plunge her faster, deeper with every thrust of his hips, until she felt tingle at the top of her womb. It moved in waves down to her vagina, where the spasms massage his dick with a rhythm as real as the drums of Africa. She screamed in delight as her abs clench with the force of it, lifting her upper body off the bed. She knew he was about to explode as she felt his dick swell, then his back arches pushing her back down to the bed. His throbbing dick began to spasms inside her, as his hot semen sprayed against her cervix. Spurt after spurt his dick jerked inside her as the spasms subside. Finally, after ten minutes, his breathing calmed, as he laid his body down on top of her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding his dick inside her until his it softened and slipped out. As she closed her eyes, enjoying his weight on her, he lifted his head, and lovingly kissed her. She thought, “I must find a way to keep him with me.” After ten minutes, they were both asleep and content.

  Chapter 8

  It was now Friday, the day of Maxwell “No Shit” Costantino’s funeral. The funeral was to be held at one of the most expensive Italian establishments in the city. There was no expense spared, as outside the funeral parlor was at least eight flower cars, ten family limousines, and about two-hundred cars in the parking lot. This was a big lost to the underworld and one of the first successful hits on a major crime figure in fifteen years. For the pass twenty-two years there was complete peace between the crime families in the city, due to a truce set back in the 1987, when all the major players came together to form an alliance, agreeing to divide the city in such a manner that everyone had a equate cut in the drug game. That truce was honored by all until now.

  Everyone who was anyone had gathered to pay his or her last respects to the man known as Maxwell “No Shit” Costantino. Although the Sicilian gathering was extremely strong, there were many multicultural mourners there as well. Just to give a brief background, in the 1930s, a multi-million dollar drug distribution and contract murder syndicate led by the Costello Family rose to prominence in Kansas City, St. Louis, and Jefferson City. Calling themselves the Sons of Luciano, this group Jimmy Costello, along with pals Luis Costantino and Vincent Cordon became one of the most prominent and powerful crime families in the entire Midwest, with only the Capone Family being more stalwart. This lasted
for about sixty-five years until in 1953, Jimmy Costello, Jr. and about twelve of his henchmen were gunned down outside the Macy’s Department Store on Main, relinquishing command and control of all operations to Ramón Costantino who has been the Don since then. He moved his headquarters to Chicago in 1965, leaving control of Kansas City under the watchful eye of Johnny Ray Costantino and A. Phillip Laurie, (who is the father of Ms. Tangie Laurie).

  In 1985, Johnny Ray Costantino died mysteriously in his downtown villa in Westport, given immediate control solely to A. Phillip Laurie until 1999, when he died after a long battle with Cancer. After his death, there was a strong resentment and disagreement from some of the leading Sicilian constituents, which led to a long struggle with the board of directors on who was suitable to have control of the Kansas City syndicate. After a week of board deliberations, bickering, and sleepless nights, it was finally confirmed by the board to allow Ms. Tangie Laurie, daughter of A. Phillip Laurie, to have control of the Kansas City sector. Although she was given over watch of the sector, the Costantino syndicate insisted that they have a Costantino lieutenant present in the sector to be of assistance if needed, thus being the reason Maxwell Costantino, middle son of Don Ramón Costantino was present. Now that Maxwell was deceased, many questions have escalated on the motivation for his demise. Rumors have it that Ms. Laurie wanted him dead. Others believe that someone out of control had him murdered to start a war between the Laurie faction and the Costantino family.

  Outside the building, many limousines were parked in front, as Tangie’s limousine pulled up under the large awning. She immediately noticed Don Costantino and a few of his bodyguards standing in the foyer. Tangie waited in the car as her bodyguards immediately got in position. When they were in place, the head bodyguard glanced at her, waiting for her approval to open the door. She nodded her head in the affirmative, signaling for him to open the door. As the door opened, the paparazzi swarmed over like flies as Tangie and Waynell both were escorted toward the funeral chapel. As soon as they, stepped foot into the foyer, Don Costantino and his men stopped talking and immediately greeted Tangie and Waynell.