False

by U. E. Wynn

  “Same old struggle,” Malik shrugged, trying to look like it was nothing, but Brandon knew that it wasn’t true.

  His business wasn’t going as smooth as it used to and he and his crew were the ones responsible for it. One thing that surprised him though, was the plain discontent that showed on Terry’s face as soon as he’d mentioned it.

  “But nevermind about that,” Malik hurried to add, eager to change the subject. “You’re a policeman, dude! I’m so proud of you. I have no words to describe how much!”

  Brandon smiled. Of course he was proud of him. He was actually helpful to the society in a way. He, on the other hand, sold drugs on the corners of the street pulling the poor people in a vicious circle that would eventually ruin their lives.

  Of course he was proud of him, when his only recognition in life was becoming the ‘Drug King’ as the hustlas called him.

  Of course he was proud, when he couldn’t even finish his studies cause he was too busy wasting poor people’s money on tasteless expensive shit to impress their mother.

  He laughed at him silently, mocking every word he said. He couldn’t wait until he finally stripped him of everything he had. Then their mother would see him for what he truly was; an uneducated, broke and useless waste of time.

  CHAPTER 11

  “Alright, look,” Brandon said. “I’ll call ya later. I got a few hours to myself and I wanna go run a few errands. I’ll see ya in a bit.”

  Without waiting for the other person to respond, he ended the call. He didn’t like to hear anything work-related during his free time. It only stressed him out. Plus, it had been a relatively quiet period, as odd as that was. His crew could manage a few rebel teens on their own.

  He headed out the door and quickly got into the back of a cab.

  “Where you headed?” asked the driver.

  “Head to Jersey Gardens Mall,” replied Brandon.

  “Here we go,” said the driver as he merged into traffic.

  Finally, after twenty long quiet minutes, they were there, and as usual the place was packed. There were mostly a bunch of kids there that were walking around waiting for their movie to start since the theatre was right next to the mall. Then there were the die hard shoppers, the deal catchers, the tourist, and the tired ass players that came to hit on women.

  Taking out his earphones, Brandon searched for his favorite song while heading to the shoe store. There were many shoe stores in the mall, but his favorite was the small Italian one at the top floor. It always had the finest quality leather, not to mention all the cashiers had fat asses.

  As he passed by a beauty salon, he felt a sudden tug on his sleeve. When he turned around, Terry was standing in front of him, a big smile on her face.

  “Hey, Terry,” he said as they hugged quickly. “What are you doing up here,” he asked looking around. He expected Malik to step out any second.

  She chuckled.

  “I’m waiting my turn to get my hair done. I come here every week.”

  “Did you miss last weeks appointment?” he asked, teasing her.

  “So funny,” she grinned, gently punching his shoulder. “What are you doing here, though? Aren’t you supposed to be catching bad guys?”

  He shrugged. “I have this morning off. Nothing big was happening right now, so I left my people to deal with whatever may come.”

  “Oh, so you have subordinates?” she asked, seemingly impressed. “You forgot to mention that.”

  “I don’t like to brag,” he smiled, his gaze swerving along her generous curves. She wore a black tight dress and black heels that made her sexy legs look even longer. He decided the shoes could wait. “Are ya busy?” he asked. “I was thinking we could go for a coffee and get to know each other better,” he said innocently.

  “Not at all,” came her reply. He was happy to see that she looked eager. “Should we go down to the cafeteria?”

  He shook his head.

  “Nah. I know a better place.”

  Half an hour later, they were sitting in a small café, laughing and enjoying the delicious coffee. It was a rather small place, but it made up for that in coziness. There weren’t any actual chairs, only fluffy pillows and small tables that were low to the floor. The walls were covered in paintings of black and white landscapes. The people and the music – smooth jazz – made them feel like they were in heaven.

  “So how’s it going?” Brandon asked, pouring a bit of milk into his coffee.

  “Pretty good,” she replied, though unsure of her answer. “I mean my job and family are good.”

  “What about Malik?”

  She looked away for a second and fortunately for her, her gaze met the waiter’s and she ordered tea. It covered perfectly the awkward silence that would’ve followed.

  “It’s alright,” she finally spoke, a tinge of irritation in her voice.

  “Doesn’t sound like it to me.”

  She sighed. “It’s just—It’s what he does, you know?”

  Ah, so that was the problem. She couldn’t cope with his so called job. And if anyone could understand that, it was him.

  “Did he bring drugs home or something?” he asked, pushing her for an explanation.

  “No. No, nothing like that!” she quickly answered, looking embarrassed. “I just think it’s dangerous. I don’t really feel safe anywhere. What if some random thug decides to piss him off by murdering me?”

  “Have you talked to him about that?”

  “I did once. He told me he would stop doing it after things got serious between us, but as you can see, he didn’t keep that promise. Now I rarely even find time to talk to him. He just comes home once every three or four days and when he does, it’s late at night when I’m already asleep.”

  He could see the sadness in her eyes. She looked so helpless and fragile in that moment. How perfect, he thought. Yet another weapon to be used against his brother. It was like the universe itself pieced this puzzle together in such a way that he would have the most advantage.

  “Such a shame,” he smiled, his lips caressing the edge of his cup as he took a sip of his coffee. “He has a real treasure next to him and he leaves it untouched.”

  Much to his satisfaction, the corners of her mouth curled into a small smile.

  “I wouldn’t really say treasure,” she murmured, looking down, a slight tinge of red coloring her cheeks.

  “Don’t be modest,” he chuckled. “Look at you. You’re absolutely perfect. What man in his right mind wouldn’t like to show you off to the world?”

  “Your brother, I’m guessing,” she said bitterly, with a half laugh.

  “I’m not my brother,” he told her, his hand reaching for hers. The attraction was almost instant. The second they looked into each other’s eyes, they knew what was to come. And neither of them felt bad about it. On the contrary, they could barely wait.

  “I’ll book a room at the hotel for tonight,” he murmured against her skin as he kissed her hand. “What do you say?”

  She bit her lip, her eyes burning with desire. Malik hadn’t touched her in weeks and her kitty was playing a Congo beat in her panties right now. Brandon was handsome with dark, ominous eyes, smooth brown skin and shoulders strong enough to lift a woman. I need to be lifted.

  Without another thought she made her choice. “I say it’s perfect.”

  “I’ll call you when I’m done with work.”

  As they exchanged phone numbers, Brandon felt something stir inside him. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling, as one might expect after a date with such a stunner. It felt uncomfortable and it made him sick. Was it guilt?

  Nah, fuck that, He thought to himself. He fucked my girl Amy, and now I’m gonna fuck his.

  After Terry got up and left, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them the sick feeling was gone and in its place was a creepy smirk.

  What you won't do for your woman another man will.

  ~~~~

  The rest of the day passed witho
ut any major events for Brandon. There had been a few minor incidents involving small time hustlas, but besides that, nothing of importance. Unfortunately, with no real work to do, he was constantly thinking of Terry and the size of her round ass as she walked out of the café.

  “Sup, mate?” O’Malley’s voice thundered as he entered Brandon’s office. “We’re kinda done for today.”

  “Oh, is it already seven?” Brandon asked, checking his watch to make sure he was right. Oddly enough, he was. It seemed that the day passed quickly, after all.

  Chris raised his eyebrow.

  “You were a little off all day. Something wrong?”

  “I’m fine, damn,” Brandon grunted. “You’re worse than my mother.”

  Chris laughed, a hearty peal that filled the room. With a wave of his hand, he left, probably eager to go home and get some rest. Brandon was eager too, but for an entirely different reason.

  He looked at his phone and smiled when he saw the text from Terry. He licked his lips in expectation. It was going to be a good night.

  ~~~~

  “I’m kind of starting to regret this,” Terry said, fidgeting on the edge of the bed. “You’re not going to tell him, right?”

  Brandon laughed. She’s just another fucking whore. She doesn't care that she’s about to screw her boyfriends brother. She only cares whether or not it will get back to him.

  “You’re not serious, are you?” he uttered softly as he caressed her cheek. “I don’t really root for my brother either, you know. Besides, he doesn't deserve you. You ought to have so much more,” he said, laying it on thick, soothing her neglected soul.

  His answer seemed to have satisfied her, because as soon as the last word left his lips, she got up and pressed her mouth against his. In a matter of seconds, the kiss turned hot. Passion was burning inside of them as they tasted each other again and again. Each stroke of the tongue hungrier than the last.

  Terry was the one who broke the kiss, panting for air, a slight smirk on her wet lips.

  “I haven’t been kissed like this in ages,” she spoke, closing in for more. When he backed away, she pouted. He pushed her back on the bed and she started giggling, her hands wrapping around his neck.

  Brandon, weirdly enough, wasn’t even thinking about how this would make his brother feel. He was genuinely enjoying Terry’s company. He was also enjoying her lips and curvy body. Eager to please, he bent over her and their lips met again with no less desire than before. He kissed her lips, her chin and then her neck, dragging his tongue slightly across her shoulder before biting her.

  She squealed softly, digging her fingernails into his back.

  “You’re going to leave a mark.”

  “I couldn’t care less,” he groaned against her skin, the warmth of his breath melting her.

  In one swift motion, he pulled down the zipper that was in the front of her dress and quickly removed it. He was happy to see that her bra could be undone from the front as well and his eyes darkened as he exposed her full breast. He then threw the bra on the floor to join her dress.

  With a satisfied smile he towered over her, admiring the roundness of her breasts. He only needed a brief moment for that. In the next one, he was kissing one, his tongue stroking the sensitive bud as his hand continued to knead the other.

  “Mmm,” she murmured, arching her back against the bed to give him better access. He took his time, tasting and kissing every inch of her skin as his free hand wandered down to her panties. He rubbed her pussy through the thin fabric and she lifted her hips with need.

  Terry was already deliciously wet for him as she rubbed herself against his strong hand. Before she could do anything else, he slipped his fingers beneath the silk. The deliberate stroking and teasing of her swollen clit prompted loud moans from her.

  Biting his lip, he eased a finger inside her. Then another. In slow motion, he pulled them in and pushed them back inside, increasing the pace as he went.

  With her eyes closed, her hips followed the movement of his hand, her legs wide for his access. Little by little, she felt the orgasm building inside her. It was so close. So very close…

  A frustrated groan escaped her throat when he pulled out his fingers.

  “Taste yourself,” he whispered, bringing his fingers to her lips. Eagerly, she grabbed his hand and licked the juices off his fingers, staring into his eyes as she did as she was told.

  “What a slut,” he chuckled, giving her pussy yet another rub. “Can’t believe you’ve gone unsatisfied for so long.”

  With a sudden jerk, he ripped off her panties and tossed them aside. She wasn’t gonna be needing those anymore. He backed up and removed his own clothes. Once he joined her on the bed, he let his shaft slide teasingly against her opening. Back and forth, he used the head of his dick to tease her soft lips.

  “I hate you so much right now,” she hissed, her legs spreading as wide as they could to welcome him.

  He took the invitation.

  With absolutely no sign of gentleness, he pushed his entire length between her silky folds, prompting a disgruntled squeal from her. He looked down at her, and much to his satisfaction, she was smirking. That was all the signal he needed to continue.

  With increasing hunger, he slid his cock in and out, enjoying Terrys’ loud moans. He felt her fingernails digging painfully into his back and neck, her hips quickly adjusting to his pace. Sensing her pleasure, he began to move even faster, ramming his dick mercilessly into her. Her desperate moans of pleasure invaded his ears and mind, making him crazy with lust.

  “Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled in her ear, biting her earlobe as he kept pounding her.

  Her fingers tightened on the back of his neck, her eyes fixing him with a beast-like gaze. It was clear to him that she loved the way he was delivering the dick more than anything. He almost felt bad for her. It must’ve been torture for such a hungry little slut to remain untouched. My brother’s a damn fool.

  “I’m so close,” she breathed out, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. “Fill me up, Brandon. Give me all of it!”

  As you wish, he thought. With renewed determination, Brandon reached down and lifted her legs over his shoulders. He shoved his dick deep into her tunnel, pushing even further once he hit bottom.

  Terry’s eyes rolled in the back of her head as her orgasm was finally released. Like a flood gate it washed through her, tearing carnal cries from her lips as she held on for dear life. Nothing in her life had prepared her for the sensation taking over her body.

  Brandon’s onslaught continued as he worked to claim his own release. Once he heard Terry cry out, he knew his own nut was soon to come. With his dick slamming hard against her folds, he gripped her tighter while burying his face against the side of her neck. Again and again he pounded into her, until with one last powerful thrust, his body tensed with fulfillment.

  Spasm after spasm, had him clutching her hips making sure she couldn’t move. He filled her with his juice while she continued to scream out his name in his ear. He refused to let go until he unloaded it all into her.

  Panting, he collapsed on top of her, kissing her sweaty neck.

  “That was amazing,” he heard her murmur, her face buried into his shoulder. “Let’s do it again.”

  “We will,” he spoke as he rolled off her and took her into his arms. “We definitely will.”

  CHAPTER 12

  Terry looked stunning that evening as she stood in front of the mirror, putting her makeup on. Malik couldn’t help but wonder what he did to deserve such a beautiful woman in his life.

  “What’s the occasion?” he asked, gently removing her hair from her neck, leaning in to kiss it. She froze, her lips thinning into a disapproving expression.

  “You’re going to make my perfume wear off,” she said calmly, pushing him away. She checked the mirror to reposition her hair. “And I’m just going out with my girls.”

  He raised his eyebrows.

  “Really now? Y
ou’ve been spending most of your evening’s with those girls for months now.”

  “What are you implying?” she asked, not bothering to turn to him, her voice still calm.

  “Nothing, I’m just saying.”

  “I have to do something while you’re away, Malik. I be bored in the house alone.”

  “I understand,” he smiled bitterly, knowing she was right. It wasn’t right of him to leave her alone all the time. He just had so much shit to handle and it didn’t leave much time to take her out like he wanted. “Well, have fun. I’ll be home by morning.”

  “Where are you going?”

  “Someone’s gotta bring in the cash,” he replied as he walked out of their room.

  He didn’t like the fact that she was spending so much time with her slutty ass friends. He had met them and he was sure as hell they weren’t right for her. They were exactly the type of bitches he hated in school – living off of their parents’ money, thinking they were better than everyone else and switching men like panties.

  Unfortunately, he hadn’t noticed the coldness she always displayed when he tried touching her. The annoyed looks she cast him whenever he talked. Even worse, he didn’t notice the marks her new lover left on her body. They were well hidden under her clothes, but that was nothing but proof of how often he touched her.

  Malik got into his Mercedes and drove away. Let her go out for as long as she wanted, he thought. He had more important things to worry about. Such as finding out who the fuck was messing with his business.

  For almost a year, they had been breaking into his houses and killing his men like they were pigs sent to slaughter. Shit was getting serious. Almost no one wanted to work with him anymore, for fear of being brutally murdered.

  He stopped at the red light, yawning. A 2Pac song came up on the radio and he turned up the volume. As he listened to the lyrics he made an oath to himself. He was going to catch whoever dared to mess with his shit and personally break off his fucking neck.

  Malik was so busy focusing on what he would do once he caught the men responsible for his drop in business, that he didn’t notice Terry powdering her nose in the taxi right next to him. As soon as the light turned green, they separated again, both heading to handle some business.