by Ancelli
“Yes… ohhhh… Shane, yes… right…” Larissa wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. She opened her thighs wider, giving him better access to her core. Shane plunged into her with no mercy, and she followed his lead. “Awww… don’t stop!”
“Damn…” Shane circled his strong arms around her waist lifting Larissa’s ass, “let’s get married tomorrow,” he said while thrusting deeper into her pussy.
Her eyes widened, and then she moaned. “Tomo… rrow?”
“Yes…” he tapped her ass with his palm, slowing down his movements. “Why wait?”
“Because…” Her legs started shaking as she squeezed her eyes shut. “Oh… shit… I’m about…”
There was a loud thump, it sounded like someone was pounding on the front door.
“Did you…” she paused… “Hear that?” Larissa looked over at the bedroom door.
Shane stopped mid stroke, they heard the loud sound again.
She leaned up on her elbows. “Who would be knocking on your door so late?”
He was pissed to say the least. Larissa was about to cum, her toes were still curled up. Shane regrettably pulled out of her, and sat. “Whoever it is will be sorry for interrupting.” Shane slipped out of the bed, his hands tightened into fists. The forceful noise became louder with each pounding. “Who the fuck?”
Larissa sat in the bed with the sheets covering her torso. “Grayson.”
“I’ll check on him, as soon as I see who’s knocking on my front door.” Shane grabbed his shorts off the floor, and pulled them on. “You better be on all fours when I return.”
She chuckled, “Are you going to spank me?”
“Have you been a bad girl lately?” He wiggled his eyebrow.
“I’m always a bad girl for you.” Larissa placed her feet on the plush rug, searching for his robe. She found it on the floor, walked over and picked it up. “Your guest is going wake up the entire neighborhood.”
The doorbell chimed in combination with the bashing.
Shane’s jaw clenched as he marched to the bedroom door swinging it open and walked down the hallway. He looked through the peephole, and balled his fist. “They want to play, let the fucking games begin.” He moved away and walked back to his bedroom.
“Back so soon,” she stepped closer to the bed. “I’m not ready yet,” she smiled, until she saw his face. She must have seen his face contorted in anger, his nostrils flaring, and his hands closing into fists.
Shane continued slurring words under his breaths. How many times had he warned those SOBs not to mess with what was his? This time, action would speak louder than words.
“Who is it?” Larissa slipped the robe on, watching him amble to the closet, and grabbed a grey metal box. He pressed six numbers into the digital screen, opening the box. Shane pulled out his gun, making her gasp. “What’s going on?” Her eyes widened. “Do you really need that?”
“Yes,” he picked up his cellphone. “Babe… I’m not afraid of no one. I’m going to end this once and for all tonight.”
“Whatever it is I have your back,” Larissa tied the straps to her robe.
He shook his head, “Nah… stay here.”
“I don’t think so.” She didn’t back down, grabbing her purse from the chair in the corner of the room, and searched inside. She pulled out her can of pepper spray. “I’ll say it again, I have your back.”
“Stay behind me.” Shane couldn’t love her more than he did at that very moment. He would do anything to keep Grayson and Larissa safe. He was thankful she was still in his life after all the drama it had caused hers. He took a deep breath, hoping he wasn’t going to lose her over this.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she strolled up next to him. “We’re in this together,” she played with her ring. “I told you before. I don’t scare easily. I can handle anything thrown our way.”
He remembered what his cousin Deborah always told him growing up, ‘the greatest things in life don’t come easy, that’s why we have to fight for what we love, because nothing is worth having if we don’t fight for it.’ It seemed Shane fought for everything he ever wanted in life, but this was his biggest battle, to keep the woman he loved, and his son.
He swiped his phone to life, and dialed.
“911 what’s your emergency?” the operator asked.
“I have three trespassers in my home,” Shane gave the operator his address, and then made sure the gun had bullets. “You have ten minutes to get here before I fuck them up,” he placed the phone on his dresser, and rushed out the room. “Mother fuckers will learn tonight.”
“Yes they will,” Larissa followed.
Chapter Six
His doorbell no longer chimed from the beating they were giving it, and they continued banging on his front door with what appeared to be a heavy metal. “Open the fucking door!” they yelled.
Shane hid the gun behind his back in his shorts, and Larissa placed the can of pepper spray in her pocket. “If things get out of hand, please stay out of my way.” He would protect his woman with his life if he had to.
“Shane,” he could see the fear in her eyes. “I’m not leaving your side.” She was about to follow him out of the living room to the entryway.
“Larissa I don’t want to hurt you. Please stay here,” Shane thought about the situation, he didn’t know what other weapons they had. He wasn’t going to put her in harm’s way. “These people can be dangerous. If something happens to you. I won’t be able to control myself. Besides your dad will bury me alive if I let anything happen to his only daughter.” He touched her cheek, and gave her a feather kiss on her lips. “Do you want to be responsible for me killing a motherfucker?”
Larissa shook her head. “No…”
Shane took several strides and forcefully swung the door open. Liza’s two hillbilly brothers stood with bats in their hands and Ned slapped a crowbar in his palm. Shane glared at the dents and holes in his front door, and then at the three morons. “You’re paying for the damages on my fucking door.”
“You threatened my sister. Did you think you were going to get away with it?” Liza’s older brother Scott smacked the bat against his palm, staring at Larissa.
“I don’t make threats,” Shane cracked his neck.
Scott gripped his weapon of choice. “Your bitch did,” he stared inside of the house at Larissa.
“Bitch,” Shane smirked. “You mean Candy.” He mentioned Scott’s wife. “Isn’t she stripping tonight?”
“You son of a bitch,” he inched closer, and pointed at Larissa in the back. “Blackie over there.”
Strike two, Shane thought. Scott disrespected Larissa twice, without a care in the world. Shane took a deep breath, counting to ten.
“Excuse me!” Larissa raised her voice. “You racist asshole.”
“You told my sister Shane was taking Grayson away from her. Who the fuck do you think you are?” Liza’s other brother Bob decided to add.
“I never threatened your sister,” Larissa ambled forward, but Shane shook his head, making her pause. “Shane…”
Shane glanced back at Larissa. He’d had enough, she wouldn’t tell Liza anything like that. He’d never mentioned taking Grayson away from his mother, however he was really pondering the idea right now.
“You Africans make me sick,” Scott spat. “Why don’t you take your sorry asses back to where you came from?”
Strike three…“Babe,” that was Shane’s warning to Larissa. “Go check on Grayson.” Shane was trying to remain calm, not to scare her, but his patience was running out.
“No, I didn’t tell her that.” She stepped back, and went to move.
“Stay away from my nephew!” Bob yelled.
“Take another step, and Shane will pay for it,” Scott’s grip on his bat got tighter.
Instead of going to his son’s room, Larissa reached into her pocket about to grab her pepper spray. Shane knew what was about to happen, if anything happened to her, he would
n’t be able to forgive himself.
“Larissa!” he roared, “I need you to go check on Grayson now!”
She glared at him with tears shimmering in her eyes, and marched out of the living room.
Shane stepped outside, making them draw back. He closed the door behind him. He would protect her at any cost. He knew Liza’s family was crazy, but not insane enough to come to his home. Shane was beyond crazy when it came to what he loved, and the two people he loved the most were inside his house.
Shane’s face contorted with rage. “I’m giving you my first and last warning, get the fuck off my property,” his voice was thunderous.
“We’re not leaving without Grayson,” Ned demanded.
“Do you think, you have a say in my son’s life because you’re fucking his mother again?” Shane narrowed his eyes, and clenched his jaw.
Scott raised the bat, moving forward, and swung it, ready to attack Shane. In one swift move Shane grabbed his gun, clicked the safety off and pointed the weapon at Liza’s older brother. He pulled the trigger. Pieces of wood scattered everywhere. “Are you fucking crazy?” he dropped the damaged bat, shaking his hand in pain. “You hit me,” his finger gushed.
Ned waved the crowbar at him. Shane avoided the tool leaning back and pulled the trigger again, shooting his old buddy in the right leg, blood splattered, and the tool landed on the ground.
“You shot me!” Ned yelled like a bitch. “You shot me,” he pressed on his wound.
“You tried to kill my brother,” Bob dug in his pocket, getting his cellphone.
“Did you boys forget who I am?” Shane pointed the gun right at Liza’s other brother’s forehead. He was an expert shooter, one of the best in his force. “If I wanted to kill you, believe me you’d be dead,” he said and gently squeezed the trigger.
Chapter Seven
He heard the sirens getting closer as his index finger pulled back slowly.
“You’re going to pay for this,” Ned moaned in pain, pressing down on his wound. Assholes still wanted to tempt him.
Shane was a man of little words, his actions spoke louder than any words would. He remained silent, he knew Larissa was somewhere in the house peeking through the blinds, especially after hearing the gunshots; begging for him not to shoot them. He prayed Grayson slept through all this commotion.
Bob dropped his cellphone out of his hand, and got down on his knees. “Please don’t kill me,” he squealed. “We were just protecting our sister. Please!” He raised his hands up in surrender.
Too late. “You think I give a fuck?” Shane hollered. “You’re protecting your delusional sister, and I’m protecting what’s mine.”
“Don’t shoot him,” Scott begged, holding on to his busted finger. “All this over her?”
Shane released the trigger, but continued aiming at his target. “Larissa!” He yelled, knowing she wasn’t far away. “Yes all this for her.”
The door cracked open, and she peeked out. “Yes…”
“Bob and Scott have something they need to tell you,” Shane glared at Liza’s brothers. They looked at each other confused.
“I don’t have shit to say to that n-” Scott didn’t get the chance to finish.
“I dare you to finish that motherfucking sentence,” Shane placed his index finger on the trigger. “I will put a bullet in your brother’s fucking head right now.”
Scott swallowed, staring at his sweaty brother.
“I’m waiting for you to apologize to my woman.” Shane inched forward, getting closer to Bob.
Shane slowly began to pull the trigger.
“I’m sorry!” Bob screamed. “Please, please tell him not to shoot me,” he cried. “He’ll listen to you.”
Shane stared at Scott, that’s who he wanted to apologize. Larissa didn’t deserve the way they treated her. Prejudice was one thing Shane couldn’t stand. “Scott, I’m going tell you one more fucking time, apologize to Larissa.”
“I apologize,” he said between gritted teeth.
“For what?” Larissa finally exited the house, placing her hand on her hip. She glared at the men. “I’m waiting.”
Scott’s nostrils flared. Shane could tell this was killing his racist ass. “I apologize for coming here, and calling you names.”
“I couldn’t hear you,” Larissa placed her palm to her ear.
“I apologize!” He raised his voice.
Shane pulled the trigger as the cops were parking. All three men dropped to the floor for cover, and Shane started chuckling. He only had two bullets in the chamber. The look on their faces was priceless, they really thought he was going kill Bob. He was cray cray, but not that crazy.
“Who’s the bitch now?” Larissa smirked.
He lowered the gun. “If you ever come back to my home,” he stepped forward, making Bob crawl away. “I promise I will fucking finish what I started.”
“Larissa,” Lorenzo walked up his driveway. “I’m tired of saving your ass, Morgan.”
Shane simpered, “You think people would learn not to fucking mess with me by now.” He watched the fools being held by the other cops. “Let me guess, Larissa called you.”
“You needed reinforcement,” she leaned against the doorframe. Larissa gazed at him. He knew he had some explaining to do. He yelled at her earlier because he was protecting her. “Grayson is sound asleep.” That boy could sleep through anything. “I’m going to check on him again.”
“Babe,” Shane called out. “I love you.” he needed her to know that no matter what went on he would always be there for her. Shane loved Larissa with everything in him. He never believed in having a soul mate, until he set eyes on his chocolate beauty.
“I love you more,” she grabbed the doorknob. “You owe me,” Larissa winked. “You better think of something really good to make it up to me.” She entered the house.
Shane fixed himself; he knew exactly what Larissa was talking about. She was a bad girl tonight, he laughed at himself. He was outside in the middle of the night with nothing but some shorts on. The neighbors were all outside by now. An ambulance and another police car pulled up.
“What the fuck happened this time?” Lorenzo asked him.
“He tried to kill us,” Scott voiced, and then raised his hand. “He almost shot my finger off, and he shot Ned’s leg.”
“It’s only a flesh wound,” Shane shook his head. “They came on my property, banging on my damn door,” he pointed at the damaged barrier, “and I warned them to leave and they didn’t.” He calmly stated. “The law in this state says I have the right to defend anything on my property.”
“It’s his word against ours,” Ned finally talked. “He assaulted us, we came in peace to get Liza’s son.” Lying SOB.
Shane quietly glared at them, tapping his finger on his chin. “My son is right where he belongs, but security cameras don’t lie,” he pointed at a tiny camera up by this front door. “As a law enforcer myself, I have to make sure my family is safe. Wouldn’t you say, Scott?”
“Why are you arresting us?” Bob yelled as the young cop was reading him his rights and cuffing him. The paramedics were assessing Ned and Scott.
“You should be arresting that monkey lover!” Bob yelled.
Shane just shook his head, didn’t they notice that most of the women and men in uniform standing by them were African-American. Damn hillbillies would never learn.
Lorenzo walked up to Bob. “Morgan… what did he just say?”
“Nothing worth repeating,” Shane replied. “Fuck them.”
Lorenzo pointed at Bob, “Morgan didn’t fucking shoot you, but I don’t have a problem finishing what he didn’t.” Shane pulled him away. His partner was more of a hothead than he was. They made a great team.
“Scott,” Shane yelled as they were taking him in the ambulance. “I never believed in taking a child away from his mother until this very night. Make sure you tell Liza I’m coming for her ass.”
“Is that a threat?” Scott twisted
back.
“It’s a fucking promise,” Shane walked away with his friend. “Time to give my statement.” He stated his side of the story, and told them Larissa didn’t see anything. Shane handed his gun over to the authorities, he knew it was a precaution.
Shane and Lorenzo watched as the rookie cop, pulled on a pair of gloves, and started picking up the evidence.
“They came at you with a crowbar and a bat,” Lorenzo laughed. “That’s all?”
“Did you see what happened to the bat?” Shane chuckled, looking at the broken wood. “They fucking ruined my night with Larissa.” He thought about her legs wrapped around his waist, moaning for more. She was so fucking close. “I need to make it up to her.”
“I bet you will,” Lorenzo grinned. “Did you ask?”
Shane’s lips curled up into a smile. “She said yes.”
Lorenzo gave him a bear hug. “Congrats, man,” he pulled back. “Welcome to the club.”
“She’s the one,” he glanced at the door. “That woman has my back.”
“I see,” Lorenzo stepped away. “Larissa is just as fucking crazy as you.”
“I believe she is,” he laughed. “My own ride or die.”
“Brother, I’ll check on you tomorrow,” Lorenzo said. “I’ll take care of the rest out here, go take care of your family.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, go finish whatever those fucking assholes interrupted.”
Shane ambled to his front door, and opened it. “Someone’s been really bad…”
Chapter Eight
Shane locked the door, and punched the wooden surface. His knuckles ached, and he shook his hand. He would handle Liza when he took Grayson to her house tomorrow. She put their son in harm’s way, because she was fucking jealous. What mother does that? Shane was in his thoughts when Larissa touched his back.
“Shane,” she whispered, caressing his shoulder. “Everything is going be to okay.”
“I’m tired,” he sighed. The biggest regret he had in life was meeting Liza. Why didn’t he walk away when she asked him to dance? Shane wondered. There was no use in living in the past, what’s done can’t be redone. “Is Grayson still sleeping?”
