by Brick
Lilith glanced at Caltrone and he reached up to brush his knuckles against her face before turning my way.
“Then that entails that you come home. That you accept your birthright and be the king you were bred to be, Shawn. Are you really wanting that?” Lilith cooed.
She gave a seductive gaze my way and giggled when Caltrone reached up to hold the back of her neck then dropped his hand again.
Feeling sick in my stomach, I studied this chick hard. She was very familiar to me. From the way she watched me to the way she smiled, and the slight movements she made. My mind held on to what was ticking me off about why she seemed familiar and I shifted forward.
“This is why this is going down. You want me back, I’m here. I get to keep playing the game and I’ll represent this family to the fullest. You want Atlanta back in your hands then I’ll give that to you, but know I come with bullets. That nigga is gunning for me and I just felt as if you all needed to know who was pulling at the family’s strings since he’s federali,” I explained.
“Good. Caltrone?” Lilith asked.
Caltrone glanced away in thought then leaned forward. “I’ve been waiting on you, niño. You will take my place, as it should be. We will speak again. As far as that dirty thorn . . .”
The man who was my grandfather clenched his fist and his nostrils flared. He seemed to grow in size with his constrained anger and it had me frowning. Eyes dark like soot gazed at me and it had me seeing myself for the first time in years. Evil was throughout this man. There was no love in him, except a twisted kind that was formed around control of everyone around him.
He gave a menacing laugh and smirked. “We’ll give you the tools to pluck him from your side, but as a show of loyalty, I want his skin as a coat.”
Chuckling low, I reached in my jacket and pulled out a thin box. I dropped it on the table and flashed my teeth. “Oh shit, yeah? Like that?”
I watched Caltrone motion for Lilith to open the box. In guided caution, she reached out, slid the thin box her way, then opened it up. A perfect O formed across her face and she handed the box to Caltrone then glanced my way.
“Oh, you are definitely of our blood. What a sweet prize,” she praised.
A sneer ran across my face and I sucked my teeth in pride, but it was Caltrone’s eerie laugh that set off the fear of God in my spine. I wouldn’t show it, but this nigga made my skin crawl and I wanted to off him and his bitch by his side; but I couldn’t. Not yet, but all in due time.
“I want more, but this, this right here, shows why you are of my blood. Yes, this will be good for now,” he said in elated joy.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card, tossing it. “Program this number in your cell phone. I advise you to call that number immediately; otherwise, we will have another discussion of a different sort.”
My brow quirked and I took the card. The old man stood and brushed off his coat. “Continue your liaison with your cousin. Fuego will give you your gold and whatever else you need. The family will be pleased to have their seeds back; until then, make sure that you do not disappoint me as my son and his mutts did. I thought I had a star in Dante, but alas, a different sort of pussy became his downfall. Make sure that doesn’t happen to you. For now you give me great pride. He bred well.” He gazed down his nose at Angel in disgust and with a question in his eyes then walked away.
“Lilith, come,” Caltrone ordered.
She slinked out of the booth then winked. “Blood sustains, and niggas get scaled, teach him that, Shawn. See you soon.”
Fuego gave a nod my way with his hands in his pockets and strolled out. The sound of bells chimed again, and I sat in stark quiet, not breathing until I could hear the car pull off. I pulled out my burner, and added the number in it by dialing it and I waited.
“Good, you understand the importance of structure. As you leave, you will find a packet under your car, on your side. Take it: it is gifts, money, passports, and land deeds. As for Micah, we intend to have a nice talk with him as well. Me and you will talk soon; all of us will.” With that, the line went dead and I dropped the phone on the table.
My heart started thumping a mile a minute and the sensation of Angel’s hand on mine had me jerking her way.
“You’re hurting me,” she whispered then looked down.
I followed her gaze. Tears were rimming her bloodshot eyes. Her chest was rising up and down in strained fear and anxiousness. It was then that I realized that as I was talking I was literally squeezing her thigh to the point of my nails cutting into her.
Quickly letting go, I exhaled and shook my head. “We gotta bounce, but we’ll wait and do the usual.”
We slid out of the booth and headed to the car. I kept her back from the car and walked forward. Thumbing my ringed nose, I ran my tongue over my gums then sucked my teeth before crouching low to slide my hand under the driver side of the car.
“Check it: I’m dropping this car off at the compound. I’m not fucking with it no more,” I grumbled; then I pulled when I felt the cushy feel of the package in my hand.
Standing back up, I opened it up and heard Angel’s voice. “What is it? And are you thinking the car is bugged?”
My eyebrow quirked while I checked her out from the side of my eye. Angel was rubbing her arm and I went back to glancing through the packet. Pulling out stacks of money, I tossed a thick note her way. “Catch; and yeah. You’re thinking like a criminal now.”
She snatched it and thumbed it like a boss bitch. Shaking my head, I pointed at the car. “Get in. I need to think.”
I watched Angel walk with authority as she counted the dough. We both hopped into the ride then drove and wound our way through the streets of ATL. Doing our usual, we made sure we weren’t being tracked and followed. The heaviness in my chest had me sighing and I rested my arm on the back of the seat as I drove, combing my fingers in Angel’s hair in thought.
“So where are we going to go now?” Angel asked.
Damn, she was always asking questions. I noticed that she shifted in her seat watching me while holding the envelope and looking through it again.
“Someplace. Chill on what you say in here. I’m still not trusting shit,” I snapped at her while we drove; then I ran a hand down my face. “I’m tired, my bad.”
From there we drove in silence until I got close to a chop shop the Misfits hipped me up to. Taking a turn, the sound of Angel unbuckling her seat belt had me glancing at her to see what was up and had me slowing down.
“You see some . . .” Before I could finish, Angel slid close to me, dropped her hands, and slipped them into my jeans. I opened my mouth to pop off but her hand had me feeling so good that I just let her do what she do. It was only when she dropped her head and slipped me into her mouth as I drove that she set shit off.
“Fuck, B. The hell are you . . . I mean, fuck!” I stammered then groaned. I gripped the steering wheel hard.
Slick, slippery heat closed in around me, causing my shaft to swell in her mouth until she gulped and slurped me. She worked her mouth so good that it had me driving slow with a lean. The dominant in me wanted to take control, but how she worked her tongue around the tip of my piercing and me, I frankly didn’t want her to stop.
A low chuckle came from me, and I looked for a spot for me pull over as she handled business. Her head bobbed up and down and my hand dropped into her thick, long hair as she moaned and squirmed on the side of me. Still driving for a quick spot to park behind an abandoned building, the palm of my hand slid down her back to grip her lush ass in a kneading motion. I caressed then cupped her from behind just to see if she’d press her pussy against my hand, which she did. My strokes continued and her sucks got harder until I hit the brakes and let her do what she do.
Anxiousness made my sacs tighten and become heavy. I gripped her shoulder to pull her back then stuffed my dick back in my pants. Shawty stared at me with wide eyes and it had my dick hurting to get inside of her.
“Why�
�d you stop me?” she asked while panting on her knees, her thighs rubbing together in need.
I could literally smell the budding sex between us and it had me pushing out of the car in a frustrated grunt. Checking her out of my peripheral, I could see her about to climb out, which had me turning around. In two strides, I leaned back into the car, snatched her by her leg to push her on her back and pull her hard toward the edge of the car. Her gasp made me smirk and I pulled off her shoes then bottoms, spreading her legs far enough for me to drop down and kiss her swollen pearl. The sound of her gasp, then seeing her jerking hands reach out to grab the steering wheel, hitting the horn in the process, had me dipping my tongue ring deep into her moist, silky haven.
“Damn it, Enzo,” Angel squeaked out.
My cocky chuckle vibrated through her body adding more pressure to the game as I leaned back to dip two fingers in and out of her to play with her pretty kitty. As she arched and slapped her hand against the car seat, I leaned up to use my other hand so that I could pull her tank down to expose her honeysuckle breasts. Palming one velvet plush tit, I showed her how my tongue could work against her taut nipple and I sucked and tugged making her cream over my stroking fingers.
The heat between us continued to grow as I sucked, fingered, and took Angel on a high in my ride. She tugged on me begging for the dick, and I reached into my pants to pull out my wallet and grab a condom. Pulling back, I ripped open the gold wrapper and rolled it on with urgency. Noticing how she watched me hold my dick, I made it jump with my hand and she gave me a lusty laugh then motioned for me to come to her.
Licking my lips, I reached out again to pull at her legs and settled her on my dick. Slipping into her heat, I positioned her so she could wrap her legs around my waist. I pulled her out of the car, moved to the side, and pressed her against the side of the car. Riding in and out of her, her nails scored my back as she held on tight. I could feel her teasing my ear then biting down, which had me thrusting harder into her.
“Bite harder, B,” I growled, needing that sting of pain.
She gave me what I needed when she pushed up my shirt to get at my skin and dig her nails in my back. I hissed and I heard her moan, “Just wanted you to not stress.”
Her voice hitched and I slipped out, and dropped her to her feet. “Oh, yeah? Then turn around and poke that ass out.”
Syrupy honey slipped down her thighs and had me reaching out to cup her, slip my fingers back into her, to pull out, and slide them in my mouth. The moment I did that, she turned around so fast that it had me chuckling.
I watched her arch her back perfectly. I then slipped deep into that pussy again, strumming her pretty pearl until we both came in relaxing release that we both needed. Afterward, we got dressed, I cleaned out my ride, and we swapped it for a new one so we could head to my private place then call my mom to check up on her.
Chapter 11
Angel
“Angel?”
I was somewhere. Wasn’t sure where. I was in a foggy haze. I tried to talk, but couldn’t.
“Bianca, shawty, wake up.”
I could hear Enzo’s voice, but for the life of me I couldn’t open my eyes. For the first time in weeks, I was finally able to sleep like I had no worries. I moaned out as someone shook my legs. Just that slight movement made me remember how it felt to have Enzo between them. I heard a chuckle somewhere in the distance. My legs spread and my hands slipped between my legs with the intent of relieving some of the pressure from wanting to feel Enzo inside of me again. Instead, I got what felt like a rod of steel inside of me. My eyes shot open and I gasped, seeing and feeling Enzo inside of me.
“You awake now?” he arrogantly asked me as he gave me a long stroke to kill me, and then a short stroke to bring me back to life.
My eyes fluttered rapidly, back arched, and I stuttered in response. I really didn’t know what that response was. The feel of Enzo’s lips on mine stopped me from talking as my nails dug into his side. He hissed at the pain and went deeper. I tore my mouth away from his so that I could let him hear the pleasurable pain he had me in. I loved that shit. So much so that I sank my teeth into his neck and bit down as hard as I could, knowing it would give him that high of pain he needed.
Two hours later, I found myself seated next to Enzo. We sat parked in a covered parking deck. “Why are we here?” I asked him.
“Because I don’t feel like playing this cat and mouse game with this nigga anymore. I’m fucking tired. So, what we about to do is give this nigga what he wants,” he said as he turned to look at me.
I could tell by the look in his eyes that I wasn’t about to like what he was about to say. Something in the way he grabbed the steering wheel and then sighed told me that.
“And what’s that?” I asked.
As soon as I asked the question, screeching tires made me turn my head. Two black vans came swerving around. I snapped my head back around and looked at Enzo. I panicked with the way he looked at me. There was something in his eyes that dared me to question him.
He grabbed my hand and squeezed tight. “When I get out of this car, get in the driver’s seat and run. Do you hear me, B? Nod once,” he commanded.
“But—”
“Don’t ask me shit,” he snapped at me. “Everything we did this morning was for a reason.”
My mind flashed back to the trip to see Mirror and the conversation the three of us had with Shy that morning.
“Shawn . . .”
“Trust me. Go.”
This time he didn’t give me time to respond. He grabbed a black bag from the back seat and stepped out of the car. He turned to look at me one last time then quirked a brow as if telling me to get the hell on. I trusted him, so if he told me to leave then I needed to do it. Although I was hell bent on being defiant, I knew that his life and livelihood hung in the balance.
As soon as I turned the corner to go down a level on the parking deck, I heard gunfire. I was so busy looking behind me that when I crashed head-on into the black van in front of me, I never saw it coming.
For the next several hours my world was black. I didn’t know where I was or who I was for a second for that matter. It felt as if the weight of the world was weighing me down.
My eyelids fluttered open just as it felt like a hammer was beating me in the head. The room was dark, but there were flecks of light coming from a small window in the room. The smell of burnt charcoal and rust assaulted my senses. I could smell the mold and mildew that had overtaken the place.
I tried to move my arms, and then realized they were tied behind my back. I was naked and tied to a chair. I felt fear trickling up my spine and it made my eyes water in frustration. Tried moving my hands to see if the rope had any leeway.
“Hello?” I called out only to be answered by silence.
I kept looking around until my eyes adjusted. I was in a room. There was bloody rope hanging from the ceiling. The smells of urine and defecation were all around me.
“Can anybody hear me?” I yelled out again.
At that moment, I was no longer Angel from the hood. No longer was I Angel trying to escape the Trap. I was once again that scared, frightened fourteen-year-old little girl Dame had kidnapped from her grandmother. I wanted to cry, wanted to cower under the looming threat of Micah having captured both me and Enzo.
“Nobody can hear you, bitch, and even if they did, who’s going to come running into an abandoned house to help a whore?” a female voice said to me.
I looked toward the door in the room to see the outline of a woman. I couldn’t see her face because there wasn’t light on the side of the room where she was.
“So you’re the famous Angel,” another female voice rang out.
Her I could see. She walked into the room to get a closer look at me. For a second I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. She looked identical to a Misfit. The only thing that slowed down the whisper of betrayal was the fact that I could tell this woman was older. While she looked like an o
ld friend, I could tell that she wasn’t.
“Who are you?” I asked her, trying to keep my eyes on her as she circled me.
“The woman who’s trying to figure out why Micah is so obsessed with you and your little boyfriend,” she answered.
“Why do you care?” I asked then looked back toward the door where the other woman stood.
As soon as she stepped forward, I knew who she was. My eyes narrowed and I was sure they turned to slits. She flipped on the light switch on the wall. The onslaught of brightness in the room forced me to close my eyes. I could feel them standing over me as I hung my head. I slowly blinked my eyes to try to stave off the glare of the lights.
“I don’t really. As far as I know he just wants you and Mr. Prime Time Enzo behind bars,” the woman who looked like Gina said to me.
I gave a light chuckle. “Oh, is that what he told you?” I asked in a taunt knowing she would take the bait.
I could hear one of them suck their teeth. I assumed it was Dominique, the wannabe Misfit, since it was she who spoke up next.
“Nah, I think he wants this bitch dead,” she quipped. “She knows too much.”
I finally looked up into the face of the women Micah had worked his spell on. Dominique stood in skinny jeans that hugged her very minimal hips. The leather shoes she had on reminded me of army boots and the shirt that covered her C-cup breasts seemed to be too small. She had a few curves, but not as many as the woman who stood beside her. Her outfit wasn’t as juvenile. She was dressed to snare a man in her Venus trap with the purple body suit, thigh-high black red bottom heels, and the leather jacket that tapered to her slim waist. She was made like an African goddess.
I gave a low laugh. “Like, for the life of me, I can’t see why you would align yourself with the likes of Micah. I mean you have a perfectly good—”