The Fold (The Fourth Book in the Redbone series)

by T. Styles

  “Slade is alive,” Bones whispered.

  “Wait, you mean, that dude Farah dealt with before—”

  “Yeah, that mothafucka!” He said cutting him off. “He’s alive!”

  Swanson ran his hand down his face. “Damn, boss, I’m sorry. So what you gonna do?”

  “I’m gonna burn this place down, literally.” He paced a little in place. “If I do will you stand by me?” He pointed at him.

  “Yes!”

  “But where are we gonna live?”

  “I’ll come up with a plan.” He paused. “What about if I have to kill Farah?”

  “You already know it,” he paused. “I’m still with you. Especially after that last time when—”

  “When you tried to rape her again and I caught your ass?” Bones asked through clenched teeth. He pointed at him. “Don’t think I forgot about that. Just decided maybe she ain’t the girl for me after all.” He ran his hand down his face. “Anyway be ready when it’s time. Let Gregory know too.”

  “I will.”

  ****

  It was official Shikar.

  The guests for part two of the party were selected to give blood and it was time. In their feeble minds they were coming to a party but when the night was said and done they would all be a few pints of blood lighter.

  To enhance the moment, all had been given black colored ecstasy pills and were already in the mood for anything. And although the room was filled, many of them who were picked at the club were subsequently denied entry on the bus leading to the mansion.

  The reasons were many.

  One chick had five kids and was pregnant with her sixth. Another girl was discovered to have herpes and one dude had slept with a transsexual. Although his sexual preference had nothing to do with his blood, it was learned that one of his sleeping partners was a whore with hepatitis.

  The Fold thought about everything to make sure blood night was enjoyable and safe.

  Earlier, before the ecstasy, a powerful sleep suppressant was given to them all by way of a grape flavored Kool-Aid. Once they were knocked out, all were given HIV tests. Those who were positive, and there were two, were taken while sleep and dropped off at the closest bus station.

  They would be of no use to The Fold.

  And now, it was time to drink blood, fuck and party.

  ****

  Nicola was riding a Giver she invited in the middle of the floor. They weren’t the only two or three having sex because not a man or woman in The Fold was shy. When he was about to cum, she removed a gold razor from the pocket of her bra and slit into the flesh of his shoulder.

  “Ouch!” he yelled. “What the fuck was that?” He looked down and saw his own blood. “What you just do?”

  She smiled, sucked his blood and looked at him. “Just go with it. It’ll be worth your while I promise. You never met a bitch like me.”

  He stared at her for a moment but the E had him feeling adventurous. “Fuck it! Do what you gotta do.”

  She smiled and slid her tongue around the brown and red flesh oozing with more blood, all while continuing to fuck him hard while on top of him. He had never experienced anything so sexual in all his life.

  ****

  Eve and Denny were fucking the dog shit out of a red bone from New York. The meaty part of Eve’s pussy rubbed against the Giver’s tongue and lips while Denny sucked his dick to an extreme thickness. Eve already came twice and was working on her third, which was dangerously close.

  “Damn this shit can’t be real,” the Giver said. “It feels too good. Who are ya’ll? What is this place? And why can’t I remember getting here?”

  “Don’t worry about who we are,” Denny said. “Worry about what we gonna do to you.” Her pussy juiced up at the way she was servicing him.

  “Say no more. You can—”

  “Ouch!” He yelled pushing Eve off of his face. “What was that?” He looked down at his dick and moved his balls to see what was wrong.

  “I’m sorry, I think I pulled a hair or something,” Denny said. “But don’t worry about it.”

  “Yeah, let me take care of that with my homie,” Eve said. “The last thing we want is you being in pain.”

  Before he could dispute, they took turns sucking the blood pouring out of the secret gash under his balls. Years of sucking and cutting made them more skillful than a surgeon and the ladies, like the others, were strategic in their approach. Certain cuts yielded more blood and members of The Fold knew them all.

  ****

  Farah walked into a sea of Vamps and Givers. The moment her yellow well manicured toes hit the carpet, all present people gave her their undivided attention. Her beauty in itself was filling to the eyes as people wondered how she tasted and smelled.

  Bones, who had learned that Slade was still alive, observed her from a far, hate in his heart because he realized she would never be his, no matter how much he loved her or beat her.

  His eyes were red from having his fill of blood while Mayoni was in the room recovering. Looking at him, and thinking he wanted a show, she lowered her body and laid face up on the floor. Besides, she needed satisfaction and she needed it now. Four members of The Fold and a few Givers covered her body with their own; their lips still red with blood.

  One beautiful Giver removed Farah’s left breast and sucked her nipple while another took to her right. Two givers raised the dress and licked her pussy until she tingled all over. She was in extreme ecstasy and needed the mental break like yesterday and finally.

  For a moment she imagined she was with Slade and she could actually feel his tongue coursing the flesh of her body. And just as she came into Nicola’s mouth, when she opened her eyes Bones was looking down at her with disdain.

  ****

  Gregory was fucking a Giver so hard from the back her legs quivered. Unlike other Givers at the party she wasn’t having a good time. He was too rough and she was more afraid than anything. She even tried to leave but he yanked her hair and yelled, “Take this dick, bitch! Or I’ma make you-”

  Before she knew it, her period had come down and members of the Fold saw it from a far. Seeing the red liquid flowing freely, slowly they rose and rushed toward her, each trying to suck the blood flowing between her legs. Suddenly the woman who was once in pain was now aroused as Phoenix, Gregory, Swanson and Wesley sucked her pussy until her struggles were over.

  Her body trembled.

  Her toes curled.

  And her pressure rose, causing her more pleasure as she was brought to an orgasm.

  ****

  Everybody in the mansion was having a good time.

  All except one.

  Bones.

  Even Cutie managed to peek in and witness the scene. It was just like she imagined from the diary only better.

  Sexual.

  Hot.

  Bloody.

  Still, the moment Farah spotted her, she jumped up.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  FARAH

  “Let me help you, Bones. Please. I have the ability to do it now.”

  Farah walked through the doors and into the hallway. But where was Cutie?”

  “Cutie! I’m gonna fuck you up when I find you!” She continued to walk down the hall. “Cutie!” She trekked forward like a mother wanting to explain to her child what she’d just seen. “You better come here or—”

  Her hunt for Cutie ended abruptly when suddenly she was struck over the back of the head with a blunt object, falling face first to the cool black marble.

  ****

  Farah woke up to a throbbing headache. When she opened her eyes Wesley, Gregory and Swanson were surrounding her. Bones in the middle of it all. They were in her room and she was tied to a wooden chair.

  “Bones, what are you doing? I—”

  “Where is Slade?”

  “Slade?” Her heart rate increased upon hearing his name. “I don’t know what you talking—”

  Bones smacked her hard. “Is he alive?”

 
; “Bones, I don’t—”

  He slapped her on the other side of her face. “Don’t make me punch you next, bitch. Is he alive?”

  “Okay, okay, but, Bones, I, I wanna talk to you first.”

  “’Bout what?”

  She took a deep breath. “You have been coming undone for a while now. And it’s not your fault.” She paused. “It’s because without the medicine you’re not the same, so let me help you, Bones. Please. I have the ability to do it now.”

  He slapped her again and her gaze fell downward. Slowly she raised her head and looked at him. “I’m warning you.” She paused. “Don’t do that again.”

  He punched her and she looked at the men behind Bones and nodded. Suddenly, Swanson stole Bones in the mouth, knocking him to the ground. Bones was caught off guard so much he thought something fell from the ceiling.

  “Fuck is you doing?” Gregory asked Swanson, before he knocked him down also.

  With the two men on the floor, Wesley untied Farah and handed her the gun in his waist. Slowly she walked toward Gregory and shot him in the dick without any questions asked. When he yelled she shot him in the face too. "I knew I’d look down on your corpse.” She spit on Gregory before moving to Bones.

  “So this is what my men do? Take the side of a traitor?” Bones yelled at them. “I thought you didn’t fuck with her?” He asked Swanson. “What about all that shit earlier?”

  “That was all a ruse, man. I came to Farah the day you saw us in the hallway covered in blood and said I was sorry when I learned she was getting medicine. You didn’t want to medicate us and I’m feeling a little better. I don’t want to be the monster I can be. And I can’t have you burning down the mansion. I’m sorry.”

  “But where did all the blood come from?”

  “I cut myself.”

  Bones gritted his teeth. “I can’t believe this shit.”

  “I gave you every opportunity to do right,” Farah said to Bones. “And you didn’t accept any of them.”

  He took a deep breath. “Before you kill me answer me this. Did you ever give a fuck about—”

  BOOM!

  She shot him in the mouth. “I’m sick of your voice. Die today, bitch! I don’t fuck with weak niggas.”

  ****

  Farah, Swanson and Wesley moved toward Mayoni’s room eager to rid The Fold of all snakes and possible traitors. But when they arrived they saw her sitting up against the head post, blood drained from her body, skin ash grey.

  ****

  After holding Swanson and Wesley to secrecy that Bones, Gregory and Mayoni were dead, Farah sent them back to the party to act normal. She herself needed time to plan her exit strategy because she knew they wouldn’t want her leaving even though the real threats were gone. She was almost to her room when she saw Slade, Audio and Killa standing in the foyer.

  She blinked a few times.

  “Am I dreaming?” She said to herself.

  “Nah, bae,” Slade said. “It’s me and I’m here.”

  She passed out.

  ****

  Farah slowly opened her eyes and blinked three times to clear her vision. Each time Slade was staring her down and she realized she wasn’t dreaming. Beyond ecstatic, she leapt up and hugged him tightly.

  “My God, how did you…I don’t understand.” She kissed him so many times she couldn’t speak.

  “Took me a minute but I’m here now,” Slade said. “I guess you can say a nigga came back for you.”

  “But...how?”

  “Lets just say I went through a lot to find what’s mine.”

  “But why?” She paused. “After all this time I figured you’d gone on with your life.”

  He smiled and wiped her hair behind her ear. “I’m here because when I look at you I see my reflection.”

  She hugged him again and looked around. Her eyes widened when she realized they’d taken her to Dr. Weil’s room. When she looked to the right she saw Audio and Killa staring her down.

  “Can I be with you alone, Slade?” She asked. “Without your brothers?”

  “Ain’t no problem with me,” Audio said. “Sounded like folks were fucking at a party down the hallway so I figure we could slide in there and give you some privacy in here if you don’t mind. That way everybody can have a little fun.”

  “NO!” Farah jumped off the bed. “I mean…no. They don’t know who you are.” She walked to a side door and opened it. “This is Nicola’s room. Wait in there.”

  Killa shrugged but Audio was heated as they moved inside. Then she closed the door, turned around and looked up at Slade. “I miss you.” He exhaled. “I want you to go back with me. Down south.”

  “Yes.”

  He walked over to her and picked her up. Slowly he carried her to the bed and for a second he looked down at her and she up at him. And then something clicked. They began ripping each others clothes off like mad people. This moment wasn’t about lovemaking. This was about straight fucking. They didn’t stop until they snatched and pulled off everything, Farah’s naked body on top of his.

  He winked.

  She smiled.

  And then he filled her with a gut full of dick. Feeling too good for words, Farah bit down on her bottom lip and moved up and down his chocolate pole. Her pussy was already moist when she saw him but now she was dripping wet, cream rolling down his stick like caramel on an apple.

  “Fuck!” he moaned. “This shit still right.” He paused. “After all this time.”

  “I love you, Slade. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you and how much I’ve thought about you. I thought you…I thought you gave up on me.”

  Her seriousness caught him off guard. “I love you too, beautiful. Why else would I be here? And I could never give up on you.”

  Slowly he moved in and out of her.

  “And I’m ready to be your wife. That is if you’ll have me.”

  They continued to explore each other as if it were the first time. The only thing that would make this better is if I could taste you. She thought.

  Like he read her mind he said, “Do what you wanna.”

  Farah reached over to the dresser, grabbed a gold razor and cut into the chocolate flesh of his skin until she reached the pink center and a red well of blood.

  When the liquid oozed outward she lapped it up slowly, causing Slade’s dick to get harder with the pain and pleasure he was experiencing. And then he moaned, “Fuck!” As she sucked him until the roof of her mouth stung. “That feels so good.” He paused and came inside of her. “Damn, that shit was right,” he said slapping her ass. “Sorry it was so quick but it’s been so long.”

  “It was even better to me.” She rolled back on top of him. “So tell me, Slade. What have you been doing?”

  He sighed. “I got a son now.”

  Her stomach turned and ached. “Oh…that’s—” She sat next to him. Her stomach hurt and she felt gut punched.

  “I don’t love her, Farah. And she knows it. That’s why I’m here.”

  A single tear fell from her eyes and he kissed it away. “What about me? I mean, where does my life fit in all of this? You already have a family. What you gonna do with an extra problem like me?”

  “Farah, I didn’t come all this way to play no games with your heart or mind. I came to talk to you. To get you and take you back with me. And anybody who got a problem with that, including my son’s mother, can kill themselves and I’ll help them along the way.” He paused. “The only thing you need to be telling me is if you’re coming with me or not.”

  “I’m ready, Slade, so let me let my friends know.” She kissed him. “But the answer is and will always be…yes.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  FARAH

  “So I’m asking you not to leave. Please.”

  Nicola and Zashay looked at Farah as if she were crazy upon hearing the devastating news. “I’m not understanding. You…can’t leave us, Farah,” Nicola pleaded. “Why would you even say this now with everything going
on?”

  They were standing outside in the hallway next to the orgy that was taking place. “I’m sorry but I have to go.”

  “But Bones and Dr. Weil are gone,” Nicola said. “And if what you say is true, so is Mayoni and Carlton. That means we are without any leadership if you go. Please, Farah. If you care about us you wouldn’t leave like this.”

  “She’s right, Farah,” Zashay added. “Nicola put me onto everything going on and as much as we beef I care about you. And we do need you.”

  “But I thought you hated me.”

  “I hated myself for caring about the woman the love of my life wanted,” Zashay paused. “But that isn’t a problem anymore now is it? The nigga is dead and I’m glad. You are the only one thinking clearly now.”

  Farah sighed. “Slade is here.”

  Both girls got excited.

  “Oh my God!” Nicola yelled. “Good for you, Farah!”

  “Now let us meet the man who is almost like a legend around here.”

  “But it’s not good. He’s here to take me away.” She paused. “To take me home.”

  Nicola sighed deeply, where she was almost brought to tears. “Farah, if he loves you he would not do that.” Nicola pointed at the floor. “This is your home.”

  “She’s right,” Zashay said. “You are a vamp. And vamps need blood and we need you. The little pills you gave us won’t change that.”

  ****

  Slade, Audio and Killa stood in front of Farah in the middle of Dr. Weil’s office where they just made love, and now she was having to deliver bad news. Nicola and Zashay stood behind her.