by KR Bankston
He kissed his way down her stomach, removing her panties and putting his mouth on her, sucking greedily at her still swollen clit. “Mmm, daddy, mmm,” Sapphire moaned, touching her own breasts now. Cartier put her legs on his shoulders, using his tongue to dig her out as she screamed her pleasure now. Bringing her almost to completion again he stopped and pulled her up to him. “Show me how much you want your sweet daddy,” he told her hoarsely, helping her undress him. Sapphires eyes grew big as she saw his erection free of his boxers. “You can handle it baby,” Cartier coaxed. “You’re a woman, and I’m about to make you my woman,” he continued kissing her neck again. Sapphire smiled and returned the kisses. “Lick it first,” Cartier told her as she went down on him. He taught her to suck his balls, lick the hardness and finally take it in her mouth. “That’s it baby,” he told her as she pleasured him. Cartier had to admit she was doing a good job, unlike some he’d had.
Pulling her away gently, he pulled her back to him, kissing her deeply once again and rolling her onto her back. Sapphire couldn’t describe the euphoric sensations Cartier’s taste and touch were giving her. He was once again fingering her hard clit and she was flowing like a river all over again. “Put this on for me,” Cartier whispered in her ear, handing her the condom. Sapphire opened the package, hands shaking, and managed to get it out. Cartier helped her as she began rolling it onto his massive girth. She wasn’t surprised when they ran out of condom with plenty of Cartier left. “It’s fine baby,” he told her, seeing the expression on her face. “You never, ever, let any john inside you without one of these, do you hear me,” he told her sternly as Sapphire immediately nodded yes. Cartier grunted and kissed her again, laying her down gently once more and opening her legs. He guided himself to her entrance, still kissing her deeply as he pushed gently and broke her hymen.
Sapphire tensed slightly. “No baby, relax, let me love you,” Cartier told her in her ear, kissing it as he spoke. She took a deep breath and allowed herself to relax as he continued to slowly make his way inside her. Cartier began to thrust into her, slowly and carefully allowing her to fully relax and enjoy the act between them. “It’s so good baby,” Cartier told her as Sapphire began to move in rhythm with him, moaning softly now. “I’m yours daddy,” she told him as he assured her she was. “My beautiful Sapphire,” Cartier told her as he pushed even more of himself inside her. “Mmm, daddy, it’s so good,” she moaned completely enjoying the sensations now. Cartier began thrusting into her earnestly, enjoying every sensation her tightness was bringing. Sapphire came hard again, arching her back as he hit her throbbing clit with each thrust. “Daaaddddddyyyyy,” she screamed as Cartier went even deeper and held her tightly. His own orgasm was looming but the condom was annoying him. Stopping for a moment, he broke his own rule and removed it, going back inside Sapphire and thrusting into her again. “Mmmm daddy,” she purred loving the things he was doing to her. Cartier thrust into her again and his damn burst. He came hard, his seed exploding inside the young woman as she continued to moan softly.
Cartier sat up in his bunk, manhood still hard, sweating profusely as he struggled to compose himself. He hadn’t thought about the sexy young girl in years. Sighing deeply he fell back onto the bunk wondering what in the world brought that on.
“Are you all right Socrates,” the soft feminine voice queried.
Glancing over to his immediate left, he saw Cookie giving him a concerned look. Debra ‘Cookie’ Morgan was a new guard and he’d already let it be known he wanted her; Cookie had in turn let him know he could have her.
“Crazy dream,” Cartier replied calmly as she walked inside the cell and sat next to him.
“Oh okay,” she said as he reached up and stroked her face.
Cookie smiled, rising and taking his hand. Cartier smiled as well knowing they were heading for the conjugal room and he would get blessed release from the throbbing erection that Sapphire had inspired.
*****
Stefan stepped out of the bathroom, clad in a towel, walking into his room to dress. He was getting socks and underwear out of one of his drawers when the soft click caught his attention.
“What the fuck,” he mumbled looking down the barrel of the .40 caliber Roderick was holding and calmly pointing directly at him.
“Have a seat Captain Clay,” Roderick told him.
Stefan was furious. Not only was the man sleeping with the woman he loved, he was now in his home, holding him at a distinct disadvantage.
“What the hell do you want Aames,” Stefan barked using the undercover name.
He didn’t know it was simply another cover used.
“Shut up,” Roderick growled angrily.
He had more than enough issues going on right now.
Being here dealing with the drama Stefan was causing was the last thing Roderick wanted to be doing. Rait getting killed in that auto accident months ago had turned his world topsy turvy. His superiors had been up his butt with a microscope examining each and every decision, request or report he’d made. The hell he’d caught explaining the why of sending Rait to the prison as well as the reports on Hope had taken their toll. Roderick was on a very short leash and his temperance was even shorter. Now along comes this moron who was threatening to destroy several lives with his nonsense.
“You are too nosey for your own damned good,” Roderick told him, leaning back on the dresser now, still holding the gun and eyeing the cop.
Stefan said nothing, waiting for the man to make his intentions known.
“You going someplace,” he inquired, seeing the clothing lying out.
“I have a function,” Stefan returned, offering nothing more.
He hoped it would somehow push Roderick toward letting him go.
“Hmph,” he returned. “Where is it,” he asked as Stefan supplied the information.
Chuckling slightly Roderick told him that wasn’t what he meant. Stefan gave him a confused look now.
“Where is the information you gathered, that I’m sure you’re planning to share with Hope,” he clarified his voice eerily calm.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Stefan tried.
He and Roderick were about the same size and if he could get him to put the gun down or relax, he was going to take his chances with fighting the man hand to hand.
“Tonight is not the night to fuck with me Stefan,” Roderick growled, popping the safety off the gun.
“Where is it,” he asked again a little louder.
“Behind you,” Stefan replied, praying Roderick would turn to get it. “Is that all of it,” he asked without moving.
Grumbling Stefan nodded that it was.
“Hmph okay,” Roderick returned regarding him again.
His mind was racing. This was well outside the scope of his job. He was here to commit a crime; something he’d spent his whole life bringing men and women to justice for. Dammit Rait, he thought of the shrink. If he’d still been alive, a simple chemically induced coma would suffice, and Stefan would never be an issue again. “Why would you lie to her and hurt her like that,” Stefan ventured, seeing the man deep in thought and sensing some inner turmoil.
“You had to care about her to be with her,” he went on as Roderick regarded him without reply. “She’s in so much pain, don’t you think she deserves to know her child is alive,” he finally spit out, letting Roderick know he did indeed know the truth.
“Hope is better off living her life like it is,” he finally replied.
Stefan gave him an incredulous look.
“What kind of life would the child have with Carlo Cisneros as an uncle,” Roderick told Stefan as the man shook his head slightly.
“But it’s her child,” he replied.
“She’s my daughter too,” Roderick snapped angrily.
“She won’t ever know,” he said simply as Stefan swallowed hard. “Hope is a sweet woman and I love her,” Roderick told him.
“Surprised,” he asked, seeing the express
ion on the other man’s face. “But she and I can never have a future, and I will not subject my daughter to a broken home, and a psychotic uncle’s legacy the rest of her life,” he told Stefan.
“So, that brings us to right here and now,” he began anew.
“Why the hell are you so adamant about telling her anyway,” Roderick asked. “Are you in love with her,” he drilled.
Stefan grudgingly admitted he was.
“That will never do,” Roderick replied jealously.
“Listen to yourself,” Stefan yelled, angry now himself. “You took her child, you’re playing with her heart, in a few damned weeks you’ll be gone again,” he railed. “And you’re jealous that someone else wants to be with her and actually give her the shit you keep dangling in front of her.”
Roderick’s eyes narrowed. “You’re slime,” he told him calmly. “Not nearly good enough for a special woman like Hope,” he continued cocking the gun now.
“Like I said, that will never do, and you will never tell her the truth,” he spat as he fired the first time, hitting Stefan in the center of his chest.
The Captain gasped, falling back onto the bed from the force of the bullet. Roderick walked over to him, shooting him three more times point blank. Turning he gathered the folder and all the information it contained, walking out of the man’s front door, a murderer, a fraud, and a disgraced hypocrite to the oath he swore to uphold.
25
Hope couldn’t describe the emptiness she felt today. The last three months had been a kaleidoscope of emotional peaks and valleys for her. Everyone and everything I ever loved or cared about is gone, she thought as she entered the church once again. Hope still had a hard time accepting Stefan’s death and subsequent burial, even being in attendance of the service. Roderick had disappeared almost immediately afterward again without so much as whispered warning or a quick goodbye. Kneeling in front of the altar, Hope begin praying holding her rosary and repeating the familiar litany, wishing desperately for some sense of peace in her life. She had another doctor appointment this afternoon. Her symptoms had returned and she was almost positive her cancer had returned. Why am I being punished, Hope mused as her tears flowed. She was still looking for Lauren on a daily basis, scouring the internet as much as she knew how in her limited knowledge. Calling the police detective assigned to the now cold case, Hope discovered the Stefan hadn’t been honest with her, and there were no new leads. I guess he just didn’t want me to give up, Hope decided not wishing to think ill of the dead.
Finishing her prayers she rose, drying her face and preparing to leave.
“Good afternoon Hope,” Father James greeted.
Smiling almost instantly, Hope returned his greeting.
“How are you feeling these days,” he asked, taking her in.
She replied that she felt as well as expected most days, but had an appointment today.
“That’s good to hear,” Father James returned still regarding her silently.
Hope wondered what was on the parish priests mind.
“Have you forgiven your brother yet,” he asked calmly.
The frown came before she could catch herself, answering his question.
“Hope, you must forgive him,” the Father spoke. “Not as much for his soul, as for your own,” he added gently as Hope sighed deeply and nodded absently.
“I’ll try Father,” she replied contritely as the man smiled and left her alone.
Continuing on about her way, Hope thought about the Priest’s admonishment as she rode to the medical center and her doctor’s office. How can I forgive that monster, she thought as tears threatened to come once again. Carlo was the reason her niece was out in the world doing God only knew what. If she’s even still alive, her mind tried as Hope violently rejected the thought.
“Lauren is fine,” she murmured after paying the cabbie and walking inside the lobby of the five-story building.
Heading to the elevator she got into the wood paneled car and pushed the number four button, ignoring the piped in music that was nuisance playing in her ears. The small ding of the elevator bell alerted Hope she’d reached her destination and she disembarked. Sighing deeply she walked into the office, greeting the receptionist at the first desk and informing her she had an appointment. Smiling back the young woman asked Hope to take a seat, letting her know they would call her back into the examination room shortly. Picking up a magazine, Hope absently scanned the various articles, her mind racing the entire time. Where was her niece? Why had Roderick left her again without a word? Why did Stefan have to die? Why wouldn’t Carlo sign the documents and avoid all the hell his daughter’s life had become? Question upon question continually assailed her senses, giving Hope a monumental headache. Finally her name was called and she rose following the nurses direction. Sitting inside the small examination room, Hope waited and prayed.
*****
Cartier wanted answers and today he was going to get them. Carlo’s health had been continually declining and he wanted to know why. Things were almost in place. As a matter of fact they’d begun to count down the days. In seven short days Leavenworth would be a distant memory, an unwanted bad taste in their mouth. Cartier needed to know that his friend and partner was going to be in shape to go with him. Stefan’s death had been a shock, but this time it wasn’t the derailment it could have been. Carlo had wisely told Cartier to have Stefan give Ernie all the contact information for the players involved. He wasn’t hearing another double cross like the one they’d suffered with Quenton. That small move had paid huge when they got word of the man’s murder. Neither Cartier nor Carlo was surprised to learn he’d been killed. Stefan had been dirty for years, and he’d made numerous enemies. He unfortunately made one that did more than just issue an idle threat. Ernie and Spank had immediately picked up where Stefan left off, making payments, securing documents to continue the process. Finally they were down to the last payoff and that one would be delivered personally by Cartier and Carlo as free men.
Walking into the recreation room where Carlo was slumped in a chair, gazing out of the window, Cartier signaled the other inmates present to leave. Scurrying quickly they all left the room, giving the men privacy.
“What’s up Hangman,” Cartier greeted his friend.
“Enjoying the sun and pondering life, Socrates,” Carlo returned quietly.
Sighing deeply, Cartier addressed him again. “I need to know what the hell is going on Hangman, the truth, all of it,” he told him simply.
Carlo managed to sit up in the chair and regard his partner. Looking into his eyes, he remained quiet long enough to make the atmosphere very uncomfortable. Cartier wasn’t afraid of Carlo. He never had been, but the look in his partners eyes made him afraid of the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
“I’m dying,” Carlo said simply.
Cartier’s heart sank. He suspected there was something gravely wrong with him, but hearing him say it made it far too real.
“What are you talking about Hangman, dying from what,” he questioned as Carlo again sighed slightly.
“I have the big C,” he replied calmly.
Cancer, fuck, Cartier thought behind the calm façade.
“Who told you that shit,” he asked irritably. He was still praying that his friend had been misdiagnosed.
“The doc ran tests, blood tests,” Carlo replied still regarding Cartier. “I thought he was gonna tell me I had AIDS,” he offered chuckling bitterly.
Cartier simply grunted, not addressing the implications.
“What about chemo,” Cartier tried.
Carlo explained he’d done that when they first found it and had gone into remission for a while.
“It’s back though, meaner and hungrier than ever,” he added shifting in the chair once again.
“We are out of here in seven days man,” Cartier began. “We’ll get you to a real doctor and real treatment.”
Carlo shook his head no. “I’m going to die in thi
s place Socrates,” he said resolutely.
“To hell you say,” Cartier replied angrily. “I know I can’t stop death Hangman, but I’ll be fuckin’ damned if you die in this raggedy, dank ass place,” he growled.
Carlo smiled slightly and thanked him for that.
“I need to tell you some things, Socrates,” he began speaking once more. “Who knows, after I’m done, you may decide this hell is where you want to leave me,” he finished cryptically as Cartier frowned slightly, but told him to say what was on his mind.
*****
Roderick downed the scotch and poured himself another. The walls were closing in on him and he felt helpless to escape the onslaught. Hope was of course on the forefront of his mind, wondering how she was, if she missed him. He looked around the room at the exquisitely decorated penthouse that he called home. It was his place of peace, refuge when things got rough. Roderick took in the sea blue tapestry covered wall of his living room, the feeling of serenity escaping him this time. His glance went to the built in fish tank and the dozen or so, tropical fish swimming leisurely as he watched. Still his soul was trouble and restless. At least there are no more children to worry about, he thought recalling the vasectomy he’d had immediately after their daughter’s birth. Roderick vowed never to hurt another woman the way he had Faatin and Hope, so he’d had the procedure. His superiors were still on his case at every turn and Roderick felt that his end was near at the DEA. Not to mention the small thing of being a murderer that was continually eating at his conscience. Stefan Clay was straight slime, he thought irritably, knocking back the scotch and pouring yet another. And you’re better how, his mind continued to assail.
