by Carl Weber
The sad part was that when I first came to work for the family, Paris was the person I had been most excited to see. She’d always been my role model—stylish, sexy, and so bad-ass that she didn’t take shit from nobody but LC. Plus, she had a way with men that I’d always admired. When I was fourteen and scared to death of boys, she schooled me on what to expect. She made me promise that when I started having sex, I would make sure I got as good as I gave. Hell, up until about a year ago I wanted to be Paris. So what the fuck was her problem?
A knock on the door startled me out of my thoughts.
“Who is it?” I asked, not in the mood for any more bullshit.
“It’s Tor. Just checking on you.”
Now this was unexpected. What was his sexy ass doing outside my door? Then again, what would any man be doing outside my door? No, I couldn’t get that lucky, could I?
I threw on a robe, not bothering to close it.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m fine.” I placed both hands on my hips so the robe was wide open.
“Oh, shit.” Tor was actually blushing, but his eyes didn’t leave my Victoria’s Secret bra and panties. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude.”
“Who said you were intruding? You may have just what I need to get over my ruined dress.” I used my most suggestive tone.
“I’m not quite sure what you mean.” He was saying one thing, but his body language told an entirely different story.
“Why don’t you step inside and find out?” I beckoned him into my room with my index finger.
He glanced around the hallway then slipped into my room. I closed the door behind him, and then he took control. Before I could speak, he’d me pushed against the wall, mashing his lips against mine as his hands roughly searched my body. Piece by piece his clothes fell to the ground, along with my robe.
I led him to the balcony. As aggressive as he was, I had a feeling things would get loud. Even though my room was in a different wing than the dining room, I wanted to make sure no one downstairs would hear shit. I grabbed a condom then shut off the lights so that none of the guards would see us on the balcony. Normally I didn’t mind being watched, but this was my uncle’s house.
Tor wasn’t one of those finesse type of lovers; he was pure roughneck in the bedroom, and he had no idea how much I liked it that way. I handed him the condom, and he spun me around like a rag doll, bending me over the balcony rail as he pulled down my panties. I listened as he ripped open the condom, then waited with unabated anticipation as he slid it on his dick. I was holding on to the handrail with both hands when he grabbed my waist and forcefully slid his dick into my wet hole, then pulled it out only to force it back in even harder. I threw my head back, writhing at the intensity and girth of his huge cock inside of me. Nothing made me feel better than a big dick, and Tor’s was extra big. And let me tell you, he knew how to use it, jackhammering into me so that I was coming all over him in a matter of minutes.
I was about to cum for the third or fourth time I think—to be honest, the orgasms were coming so fast I couldn’t keep track—when I saw a quick shock of light across the compound.
“Did you see something? I thought I saw a light,” I panted.
“Those aren’t lights. You’re just seeing stars,” he snickered, gripping my ass tighter as he slammed his dick into me even harder. That shit felt so good I just let the orgasm take over. Maybe he was right; maybe he was fucking me to the point that I was seeing stars.
When my orgasm ended and I opened my eyes, the light flashed again. This time I was sure I was seeing something, and it was very familiar.
“Shit. Those aren’t stars,” I said.
“Pay attention to what I’m doing,” he grunted. “I’m about to come.”
He started pumping away even faster, but then I saw another flash.
“Stop! Get down!” I dropped onto one knee, letting his dick pop out of my pussy as I pushed him to the floor. My eyes narrowed as I scanned the yard. “Shit! Look over there.” I pointed in the direction where I saw at least seven or eight men jumping over the fence onto the property.
I scrambled into the room, half dragging Tor with me so that we were out of view.
“What the fuck is going on?” he asked.
“I think we’re being attacked.”
He gave me a doubtful look. “If you didn’t want me to come you should have just said so,” he huffed. “You don’t have to give me some bullshit excuse.”
“Hey, don’t go there, okay?” I said, already in my closet pulling out my suitcases. “The dick was good, and I love it when a man gets his shit off. Matter of fact, I’ll suck every drop out of you if we survive this, but if you want to live, you better do everything I tell you.”
I opened one of the suitcases, revealing a small arsenal of weapons, ammunition, and silencers.
“Holy shit! What are you, a weapons dealer?” he said. He was Harris’s right hand man, but apparently they kept him in the dark about certain things. “How many guns you got in there?”
I glanced out toward the balcony and saw another flash. This one was coming from the direction of the guard’s stand. “From the looks of things out there, not enough. Who knows how many people are on the compound by now.”
“Shit! Are you serious?”
“Very. Take this.” I handed him a .38. “I want you to go downstairs and tell Junior that we have company. Tell him to get everyone into the panic room.”
We were both hurrying to put on our clothes.
“And what are you going to do?”
“I’m gonna do what I do.” I slammed a clip into one of my guns just as someone knocked on the door. Within a nanosecond I had a Glock pointed at the door. I gestured for Tor to open it, but there was no need because Paris had already barged in, hands on her hips and a pissy attitude on her face.
“I’m going to Shelly’s, but first—” She stopped in her tracks when she saw the gun in my hand. Tor slipped past her, but not before she noticed that he was still zipping up his pants.
“You bitch,” she said. “You just fucked him, didn’t you?”
“Paris, we got bigger things to worry about right now,” I said, and finally she caught on. Her eyes went from the Glock in my hand to the stash of weapons in the case on my bed.
“What’s with the burners?” she asked.
“We got company and it don’t look good.” I reached into the suitcase and picked up another weapon to load.
“What kind of company? What’s the situation?” At that point I could see her training kick in.
“I just saw eight guys jump over the compound walls, loaded down like it was the last five minutes of Scarface and they were about to take Tony Montana down. That’s what kind of company.”
“Get the fuck outta here. Are you for real?” I didn’t stop what I was doing; I just nodded. “Oh, hell no!” she yelled, racing over to me. “Give me a fucking gun!”
LC
48
“Pop, stop!” Junior shouted.
“What?” I laughed as he lowered his face into Sonya’s shoulder in shame.
I’d just finished telling her about the first time Junior came home drunk as a teenager. It was a story that included him spending an hour hunched over the toilet—butt naked and throwing up. Sonya laughed so hard I thought she was going to fall out of her chair. She seemed to be having a good time, as was everyone else now that Paris had stopped acting like a damn fool and left the room.
“I don’t know what you’re getting upset about, Junior. It wasn’t like I was lying.”
“No, but Sonya’s here and it’s embarrassing,” he said with a tortured look on his face. He turned to his mother for help. “Mom, can you talk to your husband, please?”
Chippy nodded her head then turned to me with devilish smile on her face. “Tell her about the time him and Vegas—”
“Junior, we got a problem!” Tor yelled as he raced into the room, out of breath and looking
like he’d seen a ghost.
Rio said what I was thinking: “Oh, shit! Paris and Sasha must be fighting.”
I was halfway out of my chair to go check on them when Harris yelled, “Tor, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why the hell are you carrying a gun?”
Tor paid Harris little mind as he tried to catch his breath and explain at the same time. “Junior . . . there’s men . . . outside . . . with guns . . . jumping over . . . the wall,” he panted. “Sasha said to—”
There was a loud bang and the sound of cracking wood, as if someone was trying to break—or had already broken down—our front door. I could see a momentary flash of panic on Junior’s face when he reached into his tuxedo jacket and realized he didn’t have a gun in there.
“Panic room! Now!” he shouted, pointing to the door that led to a hallway.
This was something we had always feared, that someone would be foolhardy enough to attack us in our own home. It was also something we had prepared for. I’d had four rooms built into different sections of the house. Each, when activated, was fortified to take a bazooka blast, and had hidden weapons, communication devices, and enough food to last ten people a week.
It was too late to escape to safety. All three dining room doors swung open within seconds of Junior’s command, and four armed men rushed into the room, pointing guns at the male members of our family. Tor, the only one of us with a weapon, was gunned down right away. Poor kid was dead before he hit the ground.
“Oh my God!” London screamed, putting her body in front of Mariah’s.
Two more men came in from the kitchen entrance with our cook, James, our housekeeper, Iris, and Albert, the butler.
One of the men pointed at Tor and said, “Don’t anybody move or you will end up just like him.”
I stepped forward with my hands raised. “What the fuck is this and who the fuck are you? Do you have any idea who the fuck I am?”
The door to the living room opened again, and this time a woman stepped into the room. “Yes, LC Duncan, I know who the fuck you are. You’re the man who killed my son and my husband,” Consuela Zuniga said, her gun pointed directly at my head.
Paris
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I made my way to the balcony and saw two muzzle flashes, proving Sasha’s assessment of an attack to be true. My training already had my mind whirling with options the second she handed me the two fully loaded TEC-9s with extended clips. What I couldn’t figure out was who the hell would be crazy enough to attack us on our own turf, in our own home. The men guarding our home weren’t exactly slouches. Junior had trained them himself.
I turned and looked back at my little shit of a cousin. I couldn’t stand the bitch, but she’d done good spotting this mess. “You ready?”
“Will be in just a sec.” She was in work mode, loading ammunition and flash bombs onto her flak jacket. “Last thing we want out there is to run out of ammo.”
“Roger that,” I replied, checking the clips in my weapons. Listen to me, talking about “Roger that.” God, I feel like I’m back in school again.
“Tell me about the situation again?” I said, adrenaline coursing through me.
“I saw eight assailants coming over the wall, but I’m sure there were more. I’m also sure they took out our men at the front gate.”
“Shit. There’s no telling how many people they’ve got on the grounds now.” I pointed to the suitcase packed with hardware. “What else you got in there?”
“MACs, Glocks, Berettas.”
Bitch was prepared; I could say that much about her.
“Got any silencers for these babies? I don’t wanna make a lot of noise. I plan on surprising the shit outta these motherfuckers.” I tapped the guns against each other for effect.
She nodded, and I reached in the case to retrieve two long-range rifles with laser sights, along with noise suppressants for the TECs.
“Here. We’re gonna need these.” Sasha tossed me a pair of night vision glasses, and within seconds we were on the balcony, scanning the grounds for the enemy. We spotted four assailants making their way around the pool, and we climbed down the trellis, jumping into the bushes.
“Nine o’clock!” I shouted just as an armed man appeared out of nowhere.
Sasha ducked and rolled then pumped two rounds into the shooter. “Got him.”
“Watch your three. You’ve got two. I’ll take one,” I called out. I took the one closest to me, and she took out the one on the right in a one-two motion. Both dropped like sacks.
“Looks like our men,” she said when she came across two more bodies on the ground.
I made my way over to her. “Yeah, they’re ours. Rico and Slim. Dammit, they were good men!”
“Who the fuck is doing this?” she asked.
I shrugged then gave her a hand signal to keep moving.
“Ten o’clock, all you,” I whispered. She leveled the assailant with one shot to the head in a matter of seconds. I had to admit I was impressed.
“Cuz, in the rear!” Sasha shouted at me.
I swiveled around. Pop, pop! I hit my target in the heart, but before I could get any satisfaction from the kill, Sasha had taken down two more attackers to my left. Even though I couldn’t stand the bitch, we were making one hell of a team, which amazed me. My strength had never been in teamwork—but then again, the target had never been my family.
“I think we’ve got all the ones back here,” she said, lifting her night vision goggles.
“I can see that, bitch!” I replied, lifting my own. In spite of the current situation, I was unwilling to forget that she’d stolen Tor right out from under me.
“Bitch? What the fuck is your malfunction?” Sasha snapped back as we made our way around to the front of the house.
“You just fucked a guy I’ve been trying to get with for almost three years. I got a right to be pissed the fuck off! Shit! Six o’clock, sneaking up.”
She spun, squeezing the trigger and blasting him back onto the driveway. Then she turned to me. “Hold up. How you gonna blame me for something I didn’t know? What am I supposed to be, a fucking mind reader? You need to take this up with your sister. She was the one who introduced us. In the bushes!” She pointed at a moving shrub.
I pointed my piece at the bush and squeezed off a couple of rounds. A motherfucker holding an AK fell out of it. “Yeah, well, that’s half the problem. You hanging with my sister. If you hadn’t noticed, we don’t fucking get along.”
She started walking again. “Look, if you want me to stop fucking with Tor, I will. It’s just some dick. He’s not worth starting a family feud.”
“Yeah, I want you to stop fucking him—but first I wanna know if he was any good.” I shouldn’t have even asked her some shit like that, but I deserved to know after all the time and energy I’d put into trying to get with him.
Her shit-eating grin told me everything I needed to know before she even opened her mouth. “I ain’t gonna lie. Boy had mad skills—and a big-ass dick,” she bragged, which made me even more pissed off. That should have been me sliding up and down on his big dick instead of her.
“Was he any good at eating pussy?”
“We didn’t go there, but from the way he kissed me . . .” She hesitated, looking like it was the greatest memory of her life. “He can eat me any day.” I don’t know why, but that just set me off.
“Yeah, well, bitch I don’t appreciate your single white female shit. It’s like you’re copying my entire life.”
She stopped dead in her tracks. “Huh? Your life? Look, I admit to admiring you and shit. Hell, I was an only child and you was my older cousin who had some flava—but I don’t wanna be you. I’m not about to get myself knocked up. I’m not that stupid.”
Oh, no she didn’t! No she didn’t just call me stupid for having a baby. This bitch didn’t know it, but I was about two seconds away from shooting her ass.
“Fuck you, Sasha!”
“Fuck you back! And for the record, I am going
to fuck Tor some more, and I’ll be thinking about you when I do it.”
I raised my gun with the intention of shooting her in both kneecaps, but instead we said, “Oh, shit!” in unison. We’d both seen the same thing.
“The front door is open,” Sasha said, looking at me. Her bitchy-ass attitude was now full of concern. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Yep. Those motherfuckers are in our house.”
Sasha cocked her gun, sliding a bullet in the chamber. “Not for long.”
We both checked the rest of our weapons then took position on each side of the front door. There were four men standing guard, each heavily armed. I gave Sasha a finger countdown from three, and we entered the foyer. They didn’t have a chance. We took them out before they even realized we were in the room.
As we made our way through the foyer and into the living room, I could hear voices in the dining room. I pointed at Sasha then pointed at the staircase leading to the east wing of the house. We had no idea how many were in the room with our family, so I wanted her to take high ground. From what I had just seen, she was pretty nasty with a handgun. Now it was time to see how good she was with the rifle she had strapped over her shoulder.
She nodded her understanding of my plan then tossed me two flash bombs. We were both on the same page as she headed upstairs and I swept the rooms adjacent to the dining room for bad guys. Both rooms were empty, but I had no idea if anyone was in the kitchen.
Standing outside the swinging door to the dining room, I told myself it was now or never. I threw one flash bomb into the dining room then tumbled to the floor to avoid any gunshots. At that point all I could do was pray that Sasha was in position.
It looked like I’d be attending church on Sunday because my prayers were answered when I heard the Pop, pop, pop! of her silenced rifle coming from the catwalk above the dining room. I assumed anything to my left had been taken out, so when I rose from my tumble, I looked to the right and took out two darkly clad assailants with head shots—just in case they were wearing vests.
