by Alexx Andria
“You know that Davonte keeps his women scattered throughout the neighborhoods. I say we find one of the women he's discarded and see if she wants to help bring him down. Men are notorious for sharing details they shouldn’t after they’ve gotten laid.”
“How would you know, Little Miss Virgin?”
Oh, why’d he have to say that? Damon knowing my personal business just felt wrong.
I blushed but narrowed my gaze. “Because I’m observant. And it’s just human nature. Besides, I haven’t been living under a rock, you know.”
Damon looked impressed for a brief second but it cleared within seconds as he leaned forward, pinning me with his stare.
“You want me to chase after a bunch of pissed off women in the hopes that one of them will want to screw over Davonte as much as you?”
He shook his head as if I were stupid and he found that disappointing. “Woman, you're not very good at this strategy shit.”
“Who are you to judge? I hardly think your plan to drink yourself to death is much to write home about.”
“I wasn’t drinking myself to death,” he grumbled. “I was…feeling sorry for myself. There’s a difference.”
“Not from where I’m standing.” Frustration laced my tone. I wasn’t going to argue about pointless things. “All right, fine. I don’t hear you coming up with anything that’s more bulletproof. What’s your plan? Run? You know Davonte will catch us eventually, no matter where we go. It might be a year, it could be five years, but I don't want to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder, do you?”
“Of course not. But the reality is I don't put a lot of faith in the hopes that we’re going to find someone who is willing to fuck over Davonte just for the sake of fucking him over. You’re the first chick I’ve ever met who was willing to go against the man. Everyone else kisses his ass. And I guarantee you that if we went to any of the women that he's pushed away they would do anything to get back in his good graces, which includes ratting us out.”
Damon made a certain amount of sense. Still, like I said, I wasn't trafficking in logic and reason right now. I wanted blood and I wanted it now. I didn't care if I died as long as I died taking a piece of Davonte with me.
“Well, I'm going to try,” I said stubbornly. “You never know unless you put yourself out there. There has to be someone who hates Davonte as much as I do. I just need to be careful about how I go about asking.”
“Is it the red hair?” he asked, surprising me with the quick zag. When I blinked in confusion, he clarified, gesturing. “Is it the red hair that makes you stubborn as shit?”
“Maybe.” I lifted my chin. “Or maybe I just don’t like being bullied and pushed around by a total narcissistic asshole who thinks he’s God.”
“I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but around here…Davonte is the closest thing to it and there’s no one who’s going to sign on for a suicide mission. Our best bet is to get the fuck outta Dodge, quick.”
I wasn’t going anywhere until I took a piece of Davonte with me. Damon took one look at my mutinous expression and swore under his breath.
“You’re fucking crazy,” he muttered, casting his frustration my way. “And you’re gonna end up in a ditch somewhere if you don’t pull your head outta your ass.”
“If you’re scared, you can walk. Take your chances on your own, I don’t give a shit. But I have my plan and I’m going for it.”
Damon didn’t know me but he would learn real fast. I didn't quit and I didn't give up. Not even when the odds were against me.
Hell, maybe it was stupid.
But I would rather die for something worthwhile than live for nothing at all.
13
Davonte
I tapped the blunt end of my finger against the desktop, the ache in the bridge of my nose as it healed a reminder of how that fucker had humiliated me.
I fantasized about how great it was going to feel when I buried a bullet in that fucker’s skull after my men broke his bones.
Yeah, it was enough to get my cock hard.
But I was all about the long game.
Immediate gratification did nothing but get your rocks off in the moment.
I knew the first time I saw Charlie I wanted her.
She was everything a woman should be.
Petite but stacked.
Feisty but delicate.
And I was going to make her my wife.
It’d been a Tuesday when she’d walked into McConnell’s looking for brother, Tommy.
I hadn’t even noticed the kid training — too scrawny, too soft for any kind of real future in the ring — but the kid had wanted it bad.
He’d had that desperate hunger that sometimes made up for lack of talent but Tommy hadn’t been the prize find that day.
Even though her brother had outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds, she’d come into the gym all filled with piss and vinegar, ready to drag that kid out by his ear if he didn’t listen.
Some of her red hair had escaped the messy bun to caress her jaw with lazy curls.
God, instant erection.
And at my age, that was saying something.
Don’t get me wrong, I fucked plenty of women. I had a harem of pussy but none of those cunts were marrying material.
What could I say? I guess I was old-fashioned.
It was time for me to settle down, have some kids.
And I wanted Charlie for the job.
I’d tried wooing her.
The little bitch flat out turned me down, returned my gifts and called me a ‘dirty rat bastard’ for being part of what was wrong with Detroit.
I loved a challenge.
But it soon became apparent, Charlie wasn’t going to budge.
I had to show her that I meant business, that it was best for her to open her eyes and see what I was offering.
The kid wasn’t supposed to die.
I just wanted to hurt him a bit to show Charlie what was at stake.
But the kid hadn’t been cut out for the ring.
Hell, Tommy Williams had been doomed from the day he’d walked starry-eyed into McConnell’s.
Was that my fault?
Was I supposed to bear the burden of every stupid kid’s decision?
Fuck that.
I was a businessman and business was good.
Like I said, time to take a wife.
Settle down.
And nothing got my dick hard as stone than thinking of bending my sweet, succulent Charlie over my desk and ramming her so hard her teeth ached.
I wanted to bury myself so deep inside that tight pussy that she screamed with each thrust.
I wanted to wrap my hands in that thick mass of red hair and ride her like a well-trained pony.
My cock swelled painfully.
I unbuckled my pants and pulled my cock free.
Hehehe…not bad for sixty-five.
The thick, mushroom head beaded with a tiny drop of precum.
So eager.
In perfect timing, Bonnie came in, sashaying her fat ass over to me. I loved her tits and ass. Most days I fucked her in the backdoor and she fucking loved it.
But today, she was going to suck me dry.
“You haven’t come to see me,” she pouted, coming around the desk, unbuttoning her blouse as she went.
Her giant tits bounced free, hanging like thick, sweet fruit.
She shimmied out of her skirt, revealing that hot ass, a black thong eaten by her buttcrack.
“Show me how much you’ve missed me,” I told her, holding my cock steady for her. “Remind me why I keep you around.”
It was a mean taunt but fuck, I didn’t care. My whores were just wet and ready pussies, no matter how lovely or depraved.
Not like Charlie.
Charlie was pure.
Like a good wife should be.
The minute Bonnie’s lips closed over my cock I closed my eyes, picturing not Bonnie but Charlie sucking me dry.
It didn’t take long before I blew a nut, a healthy spurt of baby batter right into Bonnie’s hot mouth.
She swallowed like a good whore, pleasing me.
“I’ve missed you,” Bonnie purred, wiping her mouth with a slow, lazy motion, drawing attention back to her pouty lips. “No one can give it to me like you, baby.”
I chuckled, caressing her jaw absently.
As much as she liked it in the ass, I was shocked she didn’t shit herself every time she sneezed.
But, hey, I wasn’t judging. Bonnie was always down for a good time and that kind of woman was golden.
I would probably keep Bonnie around, even though she was older than most of my girls.
I’m not sure I wanted to soil my sweet dove with sordid ass play. The mother of my future children deserved better.
But Bonnie…she would take whatever I would give her.
That kind of loyalty deserved to be rewarded.
“You’ve earned something pretty. What do you want, sugar?”
Bonnie smiled and said, “I could use new brakes on my car. They’re getting kinda squeaky.”
“You got it,” I answered, feeling magnanimous. “Take your car over to Ricky’s and tell him I sent you. He’ll take care of you. Throw in a tune-up, too.”
Bonnie nodded, blushing as she rose to redress. “Thank you, darling. You’re the best.”
And then she let herself out.
I smiled, satisfied, all tension released from my body.
Things were going to work out just fine.
I tucked my spent cock away.
Time to get to work.
I just loved when things turned my way.
14
Charlie
I knew we couldn’t stay at my place much longer. After stuffing what I could of food and water in my backpack, I looked to Damon one last time.
“You with me or not?”
It was a loaded question. So much hinged on his answer. I wanted him with me but I wouldn’t beg.
I shouldn’t want him.
I mean, he went down on me without even asking if I wanted him to.
I’m pretty sure that qualified as assault.
Heat stung my cheeks at the memory of how my hips had risen to meet his lips of their own accord.
I guess my body had a different opinion on that score.
I’d succumbed with very little fight. I chewed my bottom lip, wishing in hindsight that I’d protested a bit more, put up more of a fight.
But I wasn’t going to say he forced me when the only thing that’d been coming out of my mouth had been embarrassing moans.
Deep down, I knew that if I’d asked Damon to truly stop, he would have.
I’d let it happen.
Something had urged me to pull him closer. Nothing had felt sweeter than the feel of his head between my thighs.
Not even fresh New York style cheesecake had been as delicious.
And that was saying a lot.
I fucking loved cheesecake.
My self-respect was cringing right now.
But it was done. It happened. There wasn’t time to dwell.
At least not right now.
Staying alive and convincing Damon that his best bet was with my plan was more important than my weakly outraged dignity.
But the rub was…I wanted him to decide on his own that I was right.
Was it pride? No, nothing so easily defined.
I wish it were only my pride at stake.
There was something about Damon that made me yearn for things I’d never entertained for even a heartbeat.
He was everything I shouldn’t want in my life and yet, here I was hesitating, desperately hoping against hope that he would choose me.
How pathetic.
I slung my pack on my shoulder with impatience. “Time is wasting. Make your decision.”
Damon ignored my demand, choosing instead to pause at a photo of me and Tommy. I tried not to wince at the sudden pain.
He turned to regard me, those dark eyes boring into my fucking soul. “Bringing down Davonte won’t change anything. Your brother will still be dead.”
My sinuses tingled with the threat of tears. “I know that.”
“Then, why is it so important to you?”
“Because I can’t stand the thought of knowing Tommy was just one of many. Someone has to stop Davonte and I’m willing to be that person.” I drew a short breath, ready to put the plan in motion. “Are you with me?” I asked again, my voice hard.
This time Damon nodded, resigned to dying, maybe, but definitely with me.
“You’re right, Davonte ain’t going to let me ride this one out. I’m as good as dead as soon as I deliver you to his bed. And fuck that,” he spat. “Time for new management, anyway.”
I paused, his statement sending a warning tingle down my back. “I want to destroy everything Davonte has built. That includes The Underground.”
As I feared, Damon wasn’t on board with that part of the plan. “You can’t take down The Underground. Too many kids depend on it to get out of this shithole.”
“It’s an illusion and I aim to shatter it,” I said, immovable. “Tommy should’ve gone to college, not signed up to be someone’s punching bag.”
He shook his head. “I ain’t gonna argue with you about something you know nothing about. I said I’d help you with Davonte. He’s the problem, not The Underground.”
“We can agree to disagree,” I returned, turning away. “Let’s go. I know a place to start.”
I knew that was going to be a point of contention between us but what did I care? We could work together during the time being at the very least.
And I could work on snuffing out the tiny tingles that stole my breath at odd moments when Damon was around.
I wasn’t like most girls my age, that much I already knew.
When the girls had started looking to hook up to escape their shitty home lives, I buried myself in books.
I loved learning. Education seemed the answer to every obstacle in our lives.
If only Tommy had signed on with the same dream.
If The Underground hadn’t preyed upon his dreams of fame, he would’ve left this rathole with me to try college.
Maybe.
The truth was, I’d never know.
Tommy was gone.
Davonte was an evil, untouchable bastard and the good guys didn’t win anymore — because there were no more good guys.
I blinked away the sting in my eyes and walked out.
Either Damon would follow or he wouldn’t.
It didn’t matter to me.
15
Damon
Charlie left me behind, all piss and vinegar and fired up ire but she wasn’t going to get far on foot.
Lucky for her my truck was parked out back.
I took one final look around the small house, knowing after this moment nothing would ever be the same.
I didn’t know if Charlie understood what she was taking on, or if she knew how tasting her had left a mark.
It’d been stupid of me to lose myself like that but Charlie was in my veins like an exotic drug and I was already hungry for more.
And I knew without having the wherewithal to explain that I wouldn’t let anyone else touch her.
Charlie was mine.
The possessive voice in my head clashed with the gut instinct telling me to ‘stop playing hero and leave the crazy chick to her suicide mission’ but in the end, my feet took me in the direction Charlie went.
“I’m parked in the back alley,” I said, passing her as she stood on the sidewalk, stalling. I cast her an amused look. “Unless you want to walk.”
Charlie scowled but quickly caught up, sliding into the truck and settling on the passenger side.
My truck wasn’t winning any beauty contests but it got me from Point A to Point B.
Her expression at my interior told me she wasn’t surprised at the condition. There were food wrappers, old sp
orts drink bottles, forgotten protein bars stuffed in the crack of the seat and change floating around the floor.
Yeah, it was pretty much a dumpster.
Material things had never interested me. My truck was just my ride. All I’d cared about was making it out of this town.
“If I’d known I was going to have company I would’ve cleaned up the place,” I joked, semi-serious. I’d never been embarrassed — hell, never gave it a second thought — by my ride but suddenly I noticed that it stunk like dirty balls and sweaty jock straps.
She ignored my comment, already chewing her lip. She seemed to do that when she was nervous or her mind was spinning.
“What do you know about Davonte’s business dealings?” she asked, going straight to business.
I shrugged, uncomfortable. “Not much. I mean, I’ve heard rumors that he deals in drugs and shit but who doesn’t? This is Detroit. Everyone’s got a side gig going on. That’s just the nature of trying to stay alive in this place.”
“What’s your side gig?” Charlie asked.
“Some nights I bounce for Jimmy’s Pub,” I answered. “Puts cash in my pocket when times are lean.”
“Well, at least you’re not selling coke to third graders.”
“Like a third grader could afford coke,” I retorted, making a small joke but Charlie wasn’t laughing. I withheld a sigh. This chick was all work and no play. Maybe that was a good thing, I realized. When Charlie was being a bitch, it made it easier to forget how much I wanted to taste her again.
She and I had unfinished business.
I knew the only way I was going to be able to get her out of my head was to fuck her but Charlie being a virgin complicated things.
I didn’t want to take her cherry — she deserved better than me.
But that prickly feeling returned with a vengeance at the idea of anyone but me touching her in that way and I was stymied by my own reaction.
Freshly irritated, I said, “Look, I’ve heard a few things about Davonte running shipments through a small strip club, a real shithole of a place, but that’s all I know.”
