The Black Widow Clique

by Genesis Woods

  The balding officer spoke again. “Mr. Black, this is not a joke. Now, please, lace your hands behind your head and step outside.”

  I did as he had instructed. Camera lights started to flash again, and I could hear the reporters talking to each other in hushed tones. I looked at the officer standing next to the balding one and noticed that there wasn’t an ounce of humor on his face.

  “You guys are serious?” I asked, my nerves starting to work a little. “I assure you that no crime was committed here. Where would you even get an idea like that?”

  “We received a frantic phone call from one of your neighbors, claiming they heard a woman screaming for her life a couple of hours ago,” the balding officer informed me.

  “I assure you her screaming for her life a couple of hours ago had nothing to do with any harm coming to her. If you want to go check, Melonee is in my bed right now, sleeping soundly. As a matter of fact, I’ll go wake her up so that you can see for yourself.”

  The balding officer tried to stop me from walking back into my home, but by the time he started to scream out his demand for me to stay put, I was already walking down the hallway. When I reached my bedroom, I knocked a few times and announced through the closed door that the police were coming back to check on her. I knew by now she should be up, considering the loud commotion going on in front of the house.

  But Melonee said nothing.

  “Melonee,” I called through the door, “Melonee, the police want to have a word with you.”

  When she still didn’t respond, I walked into my bedroom and looked around. The place was a complete mess, and stuff was everywhere. Wet burgundy spots were all over the carpet, and soil from overturned plants lay in piles around the room. All the things that were wrong in my room, things that I didn’t notice when I woke up this morning with a hangover, were staring me right in my face. My eyes went over to the side of the bed that Melonee was on. Even after all the screaming and my calling out to her, she was still knocked out. I walked over to her side of the bed and began to shake her and call her name, but she still didn’t awaken.

  After I moved her hair away from her beautiful face was when I noticed the big bruise covering her cheek and most of her chin. Her beautiful lips were swollen to the size of golf balls and were busted down the middle. I swallowed the lump in my throat and shook my head. This couldn’t be right. All we did last night was have the best sex of our lives, making love to each other until we couldn’t take it anymore. Where had all these bruises come from? What the fuck happened after I blacked out last night?

  “Mr. Black, please step away from Ms. Reid,” the balding officer said as he came through my bedroom door, the gun still in his hand.

  “You need to call an ambulance. Call an ambulance now! Something’s wrong!” I shouted. “She . . . she . . . wasn’t like this last night.”

  “Mr. Black, please step back, or I will be forced to make you step back.”

  Ignoring his threat, I kneeled down on the side of the bed and tried to make her wake up. “Mel, it’s me, Roman. Please wake up. What happened to you? Come on, baby. Get up.”

  Her lifeless body remained still on my bed, and I could literally feel myself about to go crazy. I was so into trying to get Melonee to wake up that I didn’t see the other officers file into the room, until they tackled me down to the floor and handcuffed me. As I kicked my feet in the air as they held me down, the sheet that covered Melonee’s frame caught on my leg and slid off her body.

  As the police began to drag me out of the room, one of the officers turned his head and took a look at Melonee. “Oh my God,” he said.

  When I looked over at the bed, I saw that Melonee’s perfect body was covered in bumps, bruises, and fresh cuts. Blood was splattered all over her smooth dark skin and the bed. My soul literally left my body the second my eyes landed on her. When I first woke up, I couldn’t remember everything that had happened last night, but with the arrival of the police, I had sobered up completely, and everything we did and said had come back to me.

  “Mel,” I cried, trying to get back to her and cover her up, but the officers dragging me out of the room tightened their grip and I couldn’t move.

  “Someone call the bus. She’s still breathing, but she’s barely hanging on,” the balding officer shouted as he stood next to Melonee. “Make sure the media is out of the way when they get here so we can get Ms. Reid to the hospital as soon as possible,” he told one of the officers who was just standing around. He turned to me. “As for you, Mr. Black, you are under arrest for the rape and brutal beating of Ms. Melonee Reid. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. If you cannot afford an attorney . . .”

  I heard my Miranda rights being read to me, but all I could concentrate on was Melonee. A lawyer was the furthest thing from my mind. I wanted—no, I needed—to make sure she survived this. I needed her to know that I would never hurt her in any way. Like I had told her last night, all I wanted was a chance to have her heart, which she willingly gave to me. If she came out of this alive and I was able to prove my innocence, I was going to make this up to her for the rest of my life.

  Fiona

  The second I pushed open the heavy wooden doors of the ballroom in order to exit, the rapid flutter of camera flashes going off blinded me. Keeping my arm raised to block my face, I walked around the large crowd of paparazzi and pushed past a few guests as I tried to make it out of the place unnoticed.

  I’d almost made it past the big water fountain in the center of the lobby when someone grabbed my arm and I was pulled behind the large backdrop that had the name of Roman’s charity for orphaned kids stamped all over it. The fact that I recognized who had grabbed me had my mind at ease, but he still knew that us possibly being seen together in public was too risky. Regardless of how good a hiding space this was.

  “Meyers! What the fuck?” I hissed through gritted teeth. “You know better than to grab me like that. In public too.”

  My body instantly betrayed me by melting into his the second he pulled me to his hard chest. Memories of our fuck fest a couple of nights ago began to flash through my mind, and I couldn’t help how wet my thighs were becoming underneath my dress.

  “You know I can smell that, right?” he said.

  He kissed my neck, then lightly brushed his nose across my bare shoulder. I looked up at him with questioning eyes and watched how his lips formed into a lazy smile as he returned my heated stare. Those sexy dark features of his handsome face turned me on even more. His hands traveled down the length of my body until they settled comfortably on my ass. He bent down and attached his lips to mine, squeezing two handfuls of what he deemed his favorite play area on my body.

  * * *

  “I’m not saying you smell bad or anything,” he said against my lips. “The scent I’m talking about is that sweet smell coming from between your legs.” He paused. “We,” he said, referring to his dick and his face, “spend so much time down there that I can practically smell you in a room full of people with my eyes closed. So delectable . . . so intoxicating . . . so alluring.”

  Meyers peppered my jawline with kisses and stopped at my neck. A soft moan escaped my lips and oddly snapped me out of the trance he had me in. I placed my hands on his chest and tried to push myself away from him. But his grip on my ass tightened, and he pulled me closer to his frame. I could feel his rock-hard dick on my belly and almost gave in.

  “Meyers,” I hissed again, averting my eyes from his. “We cannot do this here. What if we get caught or someone sees us? All of this would be for nothing.”

  “You worry too much,” was his response as he began to hike up the expensive ball gown that covered my body. “Stop tripping so much and let me have a sample of that sweetness between your thighs.”

  “Meyers,” I said again, this time my tone a little less harsh. His fingers on my exposed hips caused the little bit of concern I had about being caught to evaporate. I tried to wiggle out of his hold,
but I stopped when he pushed two fingers deep inside me.

  Wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, I buried my face in his chest and moaned as my body shook from the pleasure. “Can . . . can we go somewhere else and . . . and do this? Ummm, like that bathroom, ooh, down the . . . the hall or in a place with less eyes and . . . people?” I tried to get out. Meyers’s fingers were working the fuck out of my G-spot, and I knew it would be only a matter of time before I came.

  His breathing was choppy and short, which told me that he was on the verge of coming as well. He knew that I hated when this happened without my mouth or my pussy being wrapped around his dick. I threw my head back the second his lips attached to my neck, and began to rock my hips faster on his fingers. I could hear people walking by, in their own world, or stopping to take pictures in front of the backdrop, oblivious to what was going on behind it. The boisterous cheers and laughter of other guests and the loud elevator music playing in the background probably played a part in them not being able to hear us, but I knew that would all change the second I reached my climax.

  My throat went dry, and my body began to shake. The knee that was helping Meyers support my body weight went out, causing him to push me up against the wall for a little more support. I could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, and mine vibrating between our chests. My heart rate started to pick up, and the burning that had just been in my stomach was now centered in my core, where Meyers’s finger was.

  “You better hold that shit until I can get my dick into you,” Meyers whispered into my ear, pressing all his body weight against me. Even with all the loud noise going on around us, I still heard his belt buckle clanked after being released. “I want to feel you cum on my dick, and you better hold that shit, Fiona.”

  I closed my eyes tight, trying to fulfill his request, but my body had a mind of its own. Arching my back, I prepared myself for the wave of pleasure I was about to experience. Just before I hit my peak, Meyers pushed his swollen head into my pussy and began to fuck the orgasm right out of me. With one hand wrapped around my waist and the other one clamped over my mouth, suppressing the loud scream I felt was about to escape my throat, Meyers buried his face in the crook of my neck and continued to viciously pump into me until both of our juices coated his dick and the inside of my pussy. His body shook a couple of times and twitched for a few seconds. I could tell by the muffled sound of his moans that his bottom lip was tucked into his mouth and his teeth were biting down on the soft flesh a little hard as he tried to suppress his own cry of pleasure.

  We stayed against the wall and connected to each other until the feeling in both of our legs came back. Meyers slowly let me go, kissing me on my lips. I lowered my eyes to his meaty dick and watched as he stuffed it back into his pants and fastened them back up. After making sure his clothes and his look were intact, he kissed me on my lips again and helped me pull my dress back down.

  “I’ll be at your house after I leave here, so don’t go to sleep,” he whispered in my ear, causing my nipples to harden.

  I shook my head. “I don’t think I can go another round.”

  He ducked his head, then looked back up to me with that sexy boyish grin, his chestnut eyes sparkling with mischief. “You can, and you will.” He tapped my hip. “Text me when you make it home, and I’ll be there an hour after that.”

  I closed my eyes for a second to try to get my mind right. When I opened them back up, Meyers had vanished, leaving the scent of his musky cologne in his wake. The constant flashing of the paparazzi cameras started up again, but now it was my cue to get up out of there. After making sure I looked decent enough to be back in public, I slid from behind the backdrop and then shimmied behind a large ficus plant that was next to it. Pretending that I had dropped my purse and its contents, I bent down to pick up my things, then walked through the rest of the hotel lobby and out the sliding doors.

  “Where the hell have you been, Fiona? We’ve been sitting here for thirty minutes, waiting on you,” Cowboy fussed as I slid into the back of the Mercedes Sprinter. Proof, EB, Wiz, and Mouse were already in their seats, all eyes focused on me.

  I ran my hand over my hair and rolled my eyes.

  EB smirked. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she just got through getting that ass tossed. I know that look on her face.” He nodded his head knowingly. “That’s what took you so long, huh, Fee?”

  “Nigga, you would know,” Wiz commented. “I mean, y’all did fuck around for a couple of months back in the day.” He looked me up and down and then smiled. “Yeah, bro, I’d have to agree with you. She looks a little different from earlier. Cheeks all rosy and shit.”

  EB nodded. “Uh-huh.”

  “I think she’s glowing. And look. Her cheeks are turning red,” Wiz said.

  I could feel the blush go through my body on the inside, and I tried my hardest not to let them see how red my cheeks actually were. I turned my head away from them and looked out the tinted window.

  “Fuck all that shit y’all talking about,” Proof interrupted. “What the hell happened tonight, and where in the fuck is Mel?” I could feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my head, but I continued to look out the window.

  He went on. “One minute we’re all in place, waiting for this mark-ass muthafucka to show up, and the next we’re getting text messages from this nigga.” He pointed at Cowboy. “Talking about it was time to head out.” Proof focused his eyes back on me. “Did that nigga Roman ever show up? Did you get up with him? And for the last fucking time, where the hell is Mel?”

  The whole car became quiet at the sound of Proof’s voice rising. We all knew that he could be a hothead at times, but he was even crazier when it came to Mel’s ass. As much as he preached that “We’re just friends” bullshit, we all knew he still wanted to be with her.

  “Fiona.” He called my name with so much authority, I kind of jumped at his tone.

  All eyes were trained on me again, and everyone’s smile was gone, as they waited on me to respond.

  Proof blew out an exaggerated breath and mumbled something to himself. Then he said, “Fiona, I know you hear me talking to you. Where the fuck is Mel, and why isn’t she in the car with us?”

  Ignoring him yet again, I took my small compact out of my purse, opened it, and looked at myself in the mirror. After applying a fresh coat of lip gloss on my lips, I puckered them together, blew myself a kiss, and smiled. I did look different, but I wouldn’t call it a glow. Only dummies who were in love had that type of shit, and that wasn’t me. Then it dawned on me why I looked different. Who wouldn’t look different when they knew it was only a matter of time before they came up on a shitload of money? If everything went according to plan, Roman Black’s money would be mine, and I wouldn’t even have to go through the whole ordeal of getting married and trying to get him to add my name to the insurance paperwork. Oh no, if shit went how it was supposed to go, the Black Widow Clique would be sitting on millions soon.

  After closing my compact, I placed it back in my purse, then pulled out my phone and sent out a couple of texts. When I looked back up, all eyes were still on me, and I knew I needed to say something before all hell actually broke loose.

  “Mel is where she needs to be,” was all I said.

  Proof opened his mouth to say something, but I stopped him before he could utter a word.

  “She’s good, trust me,” I said. “If we don’t hear from her in a few hours, Cowboy can just trace her phone, and we’ll go get her. Until then, let her work her magic so that we can get this money.”

  Proof closed his eyes and pinched his nose, trying to control his temper. When he finally looked at me, I could tell that he wasn’t satisfied with my answer or wasn’t feeling it.

  “Look, Fee, you, of all people, know that I’m all about getting money, so on that tip, we’re cool,” he said. “But that doesn’t have anything to do with telling me where Mel is. Regardless of what she does in the BWC, she’s still my baby moms, and I ne
ed to know that wherever she’s at, she’s okay. Not just for the crew’s sake, but for Madison’s as well.”

  I thought about what Proof had said, and I understood where he was coming from. If anything bad ever happened to Mel, it would tear my heart up to see my godbaby crying for her mother. I turned to look back out the window, contemplating whether or not I should tell them the truth. I knew they’d probably all hate me when it did come out, but I was betting that their cut of the money we were about to get would soften the blow of my lie a little.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Cowboy fidgeting with his laptop, which told me he was already trying to figure out Mel’s whereabouts. So to ease their minds and to stop Proof from messing up the plans, I decided to tell them where she was.

  “Mel’s not in this car, because she managed to get in the car with someone else,” I said.

  “Someone else? Like who?” EB asked before Proof got a chance.

  I looked each one of them in the eye, smiled, then looked back out the window and told them what they wanted to know. “She’s with Roman Black.” I turned my head to catch the expressions on their faces.

  The looks on their faces made me laugh, and I prepared myself for the myriad of questions I knew they were about to ask.

  * * *

  My phone had been going off all night, and I had yet to answer it. I was so hung over from partying with Cowboy, Proof, and the rest of them niggas that I had lost track of time. After rolling over in my bed to block the sun from hitting my face, I closed my eyes and tried to get a few more hours of sleep before it was time to meet up with my brother to discuss some business. I’d just slipped into a comfortable slumber when my phone rang for the thousandth time. I wanted to ignore it again, but something told me to at least look at the screen to see whose face popped up. When I looked down and saw my bae’s sexy smile gracing my screen, I slid the phone button to the right and said hello.