by Carl Weber
“It doesn’t matter. We won’t be here long.” Orlando spread out a towel on the sofa. “Sit here, Sasha.”
I sat down next to him, while Junior stayed standing near the door.
“You sure you’re okay with this?” Orlando asked, his voice tinged with worry.
I sighed, getting tired of my cousins treating me like I was still a child. Half the time I felt like I needed to carry around a damn resume of my kills to prove to these folks that I was no longer twelve years old. “I’m good, O. I’m good. There’s a reason uncle LC sent me, you know. He must trust me; otherwise he would have sent Paris.”
“We all trust you, Sasha,” Junior said. “We just don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“Nothing is going to happen to me. I got it. This is my job, remember? I do this type of shit on the regular—alone, without backup.”
“Well, you’re part of a team now, so expect backup, and expect me to be worried. If you can’t deal with that and you want out, just say so.”
Orlando was starting to act more protective than his father, which wasn’t easy to do. It had taken me almost three days to convince Uncle LC to let me do this assignment.
“I’m not backing out of shit,” I said, “so you two need to get in position. If this motherfucker gives me any problem, I’m gonna put two in his fucking head.” We all glanced across the room at the man sitting uncomfortably on the bed. Junior headed toward him, and Orlando and I followed.
“Turn around, Randy,” Junior demanded.
“Why?”
“Because I said so.”
There were three of us with guns and he was unarmed, so Randy did what he was told without further comment. Junior handcuffed his hands behind his back.
“I’m sorry about this. It’s just a precaution.”
“I thought you trusted me, mon.” Randy turned around, looking at Orlando and Junior, his head rotating back and forth between them. “This don’t feel like trust to me.”
“We trust you,” Orlando assured him.
“Yeah,” Junior agreed. “It’s her who don’t trust you.” He pointed at me then pushed Randy to sit back down on the bed.
“Why you ain’t trust me, girl?” Randy smiled innocently, trying his damnedest to look sexy—which he did. “A pretty thing like you ain’t got nothin’ to worry about from me.”
“It’s something in your eyes. They make me nervous,” I replied, not giving in to his game.
“What’s wrong with my eyes?”
“They’re not trustworthy. You have the kind of eyes that can peer into a person’s soul.”
“I can close them.” Randy winked at me.
Junior and Orlando laughed hard at Randy’s antics. Then Junior turned to me and said, “You two need to leave here in fifteen minutes. That should give us enough time to set up camp. You gonna be all right with him?”
“Me and Randy? Oh yeah, we’re gonna be fine”—I shot Randy a look—“or he’s gonna be dead.”
“You know, the scary part about what you just said is that I believe you.” Junior looked at Randy and said, “Good luck, bro.” He was laughing as he handed me the key to the handcuffs, and then he and Orlando took off.
I sat back on the toweled sofa across from Randy, who was too busy trying to undress me with his eyes to notice my serious scowl.
“What the hell are you looking at?” I barked at him.
“You’re beautiful—and they say you’re dangerous as hell. I find dangerous women a real turn on. ” This fucking guy had the nerve to lick his lips salaciously at me, which made me laugh. He was either stupid or just plain crazy, but I had to be honest with myself: his tongue had me thinking nasty thoughts.
“I would love to fuck you,” he said boldly. It was time to make him understand that I was the boss.
“Sweetheart, men have a weird habit of ending up dead after they fuck me. Would you really like to join that club?” I reached down and pulled out one of the two Berretta Nanos I carried in my garter holsters.
“Really?” His eyes challenged me as if he didn’t even care about the gun. He was lost in his own perverted thoughts, and I didn’t know whether to be flattered or pissed.
I leaned toward him. “Yes, really, something about sex makes me think of homicide.”
He smiled, as if he was toying with me and not the other way around. “Something about you makes me want to eat some of that killer pussy.” He stuck his tongue out and flicked it back and forth in the air to show me how he would eat me.
I laughed at him in spite of the throbbing that started between my thighs. “Are you for real? Put that thing back in your mouth before I make you put it to good use.”
“Pull up your skirt and find out how for real I am,” he challenged.
This damn guy was a little too cocky for his own good. I decided to fuck with his head. I hiked up my skirt a little higher then slid my hands between my legs. I hadn’t had a good nut since I landed in New York a few days ago, so I pulled my thong to the side and started massaging my clit. I was gonna give this motherfucker a permanent woody.
“Sweet Jesus.” He was twisting on the bed like he was about to lose his mind. “Uncuff me! Please uncuff me so I can suck the juice out of ya.”
“Not on your life.” I shook my head, laughing as I continued to masturbate. My finger was starting to feel real good against my clit—not to mention the fact that old Randy wasn’t too bad on the eyes.
“Come on, girl. Let me taste it,” he pleaded.
I refused again, but watching him struggle and plead was becoming a turn on. So was the thought of him eating my pussy.
“Let me lick your pussy until you come all over my face.”
“You want it, then come get it.” I glanced at my watch, deciding to see just how determined Randy was. “You have ten minutes. After that it’s too late and we have to go.” To torture him more, I raised my fingers to my lips, licking off my own juices like a lollipop. The man went wild, falling off the bed.
“But I’m tied up. I can’t get to it. Uncuff me so I can eat you,” he begged.
I wagged my finger at him. “No can do. That would be against the rules and get me in trouble with my cousins. You’re going to have to make your way over here by yourself if you want this.” I slipped out of my panties so he could get a picture perfect view. “Isn’t my clit fat? Wouldn’t you love to suck on it?”
“Gawwwd, yes,” he pleaded. “But I can’t get to it.”
“Then I guess you don’t want it that badly.”
Would you believe that crazy fool started to move toward me like an inchworm? His determination made me even hotter, and I began rubbing my clit fast and furious. Within a minute he was close enough for me to rub his bald head with my stocking feet. Somehow he used my leg to crawl up my thigh until he was on his knees, his head mere inches from my crotch. I must admit I was impressed.
“You look good, girl!” Randy groaned as I pulled my skirt all the way up to expose my fresh Brazilian wax job. I grabbed his head in a viselike grip between my legs.
“If you bite me or do anything stupid, I will kill you,” I warned, pointing my gun directly at his temple.
His big, juicy lips spread into a huge smile. “I’m not looking to die. I’m looking to please,” he said.
With my free hand I guided his head to the spot I wanted him to lick. Randy was what you might call a natural. He wasn’t doing anything special or using any tricks; he just naturally knew how to eat pussy. In no time at all, I was coming, my legs shivering and shaking in release. “Oh, shit! Fuck! Eat that pussy, baby. Eat it!”
He stopped long enough to lift his head to admire my reaction.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I screamed. “Don’t stop! I’m about to come again!”
He lowered his head and got back to work. I came hard a second time.
I might have put him back to work for number three, but Junior had told me to leave in fifteen minutes.
I sat up a
nd pushed him away, putting my skirt back down.
He looked up at me and said, “Why are you stopping? I know you got another one in you.”
I shook my head. “You’re good, baby. I’ll give you that. And I’m looking forward to seeing what else you can do, but there’s a time for business and a time for play. Play time is over.”
Ruby
37
“And then I want you to make that delivery to Tyler. Don’t give it to anyone but him,” I said to Dexter, one of the guys that Vinnie had assigned to be available to me whenever I needed anything. And when I say anything, I mean anything. “Oh, and I need you to stop at the market and pick up more diapers and formula.”
“Yes, ma’am. Anything else? You need me to stop and get you something to eat?” he asked.
“No, that’s it.” I turned back to what I was doing. As he headed out the door, I had to stop myself from laughing. I didn’t even really need diapers or formula, but I got a kick out of having these guys at my beck and call. Vinnie certainly had them under control. Even when Randy was in charge they had only treated me with respect when he was around to witness it. Otherwise, they either tried to order me around like one of their whores, or made sexual comments like they had a chance to get with me. Vinnie must have had them all scared or something, because they wouldn’t dare step to me like that now—and I was loving it.
At least that was one benefit I got from my improved relationship with Vinnie. Now that I’d started sleeping with him, he treated me like a princess and insisted that everyone else do the same. The sex wasn’t that great—he was still done long before I was truly satisfied—but he was trying, and I was hopeful that someday I might feel a true connection to him. Some arranged marriages end up happily ever after, don’t they?
In moments when I was truthful with myself, though, I knew that the reason I hadn’t allowed myself to fall for Vinnie was because I couldn’t get Orlando out of my head. How could I when every time I looked at my son I saw his father staring back at me? But it was more than that. I found myself remembering times that Orlando and I shared together. No matter how things had turned out, I couldn’t deny that at one time we had shared a true chemistry, a true bond, and I missed that feeling. Ever since Vinnie told me about his death, I’d been thinking about Orlando even more. In a way, I think I was in mourning.
Vinnie came into the room pushing little Vincent in a stroller.
“Did you two have a good walk?” I asked, reaching in to scoop up my baby and give him a kiss.
“Sure did,” Vinnie said, sitting next to me on the couch.
I was happy that he’d been spending lots of time with the baby lately. Vincent was too small to understand yet, but as he grew older, he’d need a father figure, and Vinnie seemed more than eager to take on that role. He might not have been a perfect lover or even my first choice for a partner, but Vinnie looked like he was going to be a great father to my child. Nothing else mattered to me more than that.
While I cuddled with the baby for a while, tickling him and talking baby talk to make him smile, Vinnie sat back silently and watched. To anyone who didn’t know us, we might have looked like a happy little family. If only they knew the amount of drama we’d been through to get to this point. To me, there was still a tension underneath the surface, something that kept me from giving myself completely to this new arrangement. I didn’t know if it would ever go away, but Vinnie sure was trying his hardest to make it happen.
“You know I love you, right?” he said.
“Yes, I know.” I kept playing with the baby rather than making eye contact with Vinnie.
“Ruby, put the baby down.”
I closed my eyes for a second and suppressed the urge to sigh. I knew that as soon as I put Vincent down, Vinnie would be all over me, looking for sex again. I also knew there was no way for me to refuse him without causing trouble for myself. I put Vincent in his stroller and tried to mentally prepare myself for sex. There was no way for me to prepare for what actually happened next.
“I have something very important to tell you,” Vinnie said. He didn’t make a move to touch me, which already had me confused. The seriousness on his face had me scared. This was not about sex.
“What is it?” I asked nervously.
“I got some information about Randy,” he said and my heart skipped a beat.
Unable to contain my nervous energy, I jumped up from the couch and started pacing around the room as I fired questions at Vinnie. “Who did you talk to? What did you find out?”
Vinnie reached out and grabbed my arm to make me stop moving. He stood up and held my hands, looking in my eyes as he said, “He’s alive, Ruby. Your brother is alive.”
I let out a scream and felt my knees give out. Vinnie stopped me from falling to the floor and then seated me on the couch.
“Where is he?” I said, barely able to contain my joy. “When can I see him?”
Vinnie sat next to me. “Slow down,” he said. “It’s not that simple.”
“What do you mean, it’s not that simple?” I asked. “Just take me to see my brother, Vinnie.” I had a million thoughts running through my head, but there was this overall sense of relief. Randy would come back and take over the crew again, and things could return to normal. I didn’t know what that would mean for my relationship with Vinnie, but we could work that out later. Right now all that mattered was that Randy was alive.
“The Duncans have him,” Vinnie said, and my world came crashing in around me. Randy was alive, but he was in the hands of the enemy. I started to cry.
Vinnie wrapped his arms around me. “Shhh. Don’t cry,” he said. “Everything’s going to be all right.”
I pulled away from him, tears still streaming down my face. “How is it going to be all right? The Duncans are ruthless.”
He smiled at me. “Have you forgotten what your own brother said? They might be dangerous, but so are we.” I stared at him, my vision blurred by my tears. How could he be so confident when everything felt so hopeless?
“Don’t worry. I’ve already got something set up,” he said. “I’m going to get your brother.”
I fell sobbing into his arms, hoping like hell that he could do what he was promising.
Sasha
38
As we pulled up the long driveway that led to a large colonial house set back in the woods, my pussy was still throbbing from the licking Randy had given me. The brother had done his damn thing, and I couldn’t wait until we were done with this mission so I could get a taste of his big, black Jamaican dick.
His mind, apparently, was on other things. I glanced over at him sitting in the passenger seat of my car, but he didn’t even notice because his gaze was concentrated on the house.
“Damn, you sure look mad. Almost like you could go in there and kill someone,” I said with a laugh.
The house belonged to Randy—or at least it had until he got caught up in Philly and his boy Vinnie took over his crew. My cousins had had to work pretty damn hard to convince Randy of the truth, but now that he knew of his friend’s betrayal, Randy was out for blood. He’d called Vinnie and told him to expect him at the house that night, but he hadn’t let on that there was a problem between them. He would get us into the house under the pretense that he was back to run his crew, and then I would take things from there and do what I did best. I checked both garter holsters to make sure my guns were at the ready.
I reached behind Randy and uncuffed him. “You do anything stupid and you’re dead,” I warned as he flexed his fingers to get the blood circulating. “I don’t give a fuck how good you eat pussy.”
He took his eyes off the house for a second and turned to me with a grin. “You liked that shit, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, maybe I did, but I’ll still kill you without a second thought, so don’t give me a reason.”
“Wasn’t planning on it. There’s a man inside that house who stole five million dollars from me. Just let me have a gun and I’l
l blow his fucking head off.”
“Hell, when you talk like that, you make me wanna fuck you even more,” I said. “But you’re just here to get me inside. Leave the killing to the professional.”
He opened his door and started toward the house. I followed him up the driveway past a small Jeep. Two dreadlocked brothers carrying shotguns stepped out of the shadows as we got close to the front door. I instinctively reached for my gun, but it wasn’t necessary, because as soon as they recognized Randy they lowered their weapons.
Randy laughed. “What’s the matter, motherfuckers? You look like you seen a ghost.”
A look passed between them, but neither one said anything. To me they looked a little nervous, but Randy didn’t seem bothered by it.
“They can’t kill me. I’m immortal,” Randy boasted.
One of the guards looked over at me, and Randy quickly made up an excuse for why I was there. “Yeah, that’s Brandy. She gonna stay here with me for a while. Gives head like you wouldn’t believe.”
I made a mental note to kick his ass later, but for now his introduction of me as his latest whore seemed to work. The guards went back to ignoring me.
“Where’s Vinnie?” Randy asked.
One of them pointed to the house, but still neither one spoke. These guys were either mute or they were very afraid of Randy. I decided it must be fear when Randy reached out for one of them and the guy flinched like he was about to be hit. I got the distinct impression that Randy had ruled these guys with an iron fist. He didn’t hit the guy, but what he did do created a very big problem for me: he took the guy’s shotgun. For all I knew I’d just been set up and Randy would turn the gun on me.
He turned around and I felt every muscle in my body tense up. “Let’s go,” he said then led the way into the house. I stepped cautiously behind him.
“What the fuck?” he said when he turned on the light and saw that the room was practically empty. There was only a chair and a small desk with a computer on it. This did not look like a house where anyone’s crew was hanging out.
I heard the sound of a car outside. We both turned around and through the window saw the Jeep driving away. The guards were no longer at the door.
