Although Case didn’t have a relationship with Boomer, he felt responsible to find the person responsible for the murder.
“What makes you think Macy killed him?” Case inquired.
“I heard him! He admitted it. The cocky bastard spoke the words out of his mouth! I heard him with my own ears,” she said, disgusted. Her skin crawled as she thought of all the times she had made love to Macy after he had annihilated her flesh and blood. She had been bedding the enemy. “How could he even look me in the face after what he did?” All of her questions were rhetorical because she knew that no one could answer them except Macy.
Case gritted his teeth as he thought of his only son being betrayed by the man he thought of as a father. Jealousy filled him as he thought of all the milestones and memories that he had missed. Now it was too late to get those things back.
Macy’s actions instantly changed Case’s agenda. What was supposed to be a simple ransom kidnapping would be elevated to a murder. Case had a taste for revenge. He savored the flavor of vengeance on his tongue as he thought of ending Macy’s life. He would order Macy a slow death, and he knew that Aries had some tricks up her sleeve that would bring the strongest of men to their knees. Taking his woman he had tolerated because he knew that Fatima had willingly walked away from him. He had partially blamed himself for losing her because he knew the game. He had lost his bitch because he had left a void within her that Macy was able to fill. Losing Fatima was partially on Case, but by fucking with his money and now murdering his seed, Macy had crossed the line.
“Come here,” he said.
In need of guidance and a shoulder to cry on, she rushed to him as he held her tightly. The scent of her perfume tickled his nose, and as they embraced, he massaged her back gently.
“I’m so sorry, Case,” she said.
“It’s a’ight, ma,” he replied. “I’ma take care of it.”
“How?” Fatima cried helplessly.
“However you want me to,” Case replied.
He pulled away from her and walked over to his liquor cabinet. He removed a bottle of cognac and poured himself a stiff drink. He didn’t usually like to cloud his mind, but he needed the burden that Fatima had just given him to be temporarily lifted from his heart. He downed the drink in one gulp and then poured another one.
Fatima walked beside him and reached for her own glass. She lifted it up, and without a word he poured her a drink too. She sipped it slowly and enjoyed the burn as the smooth liquid fire heated her entire body.
She grabbed the entire bottle in one hand and carried her glass in another as she walked through Case’s living room. Case watched the sway of her hips and admired the way that she commanded her environment, kicking off her Louboutins as if she were the lady of the house. She sat down on his plush sectional and pulled her feet up underneath her bottom, making herself comfortable as she sipped the strong drink somberly.
Fatima didn’t indulge in alcohol often. She was a social drinker and usually never touched the grown-man drinks. The cognac hit her quickly, making her body warm instantly as she nursed her drink and soul simultaneously.
He watched her for a moment, taking her in. She had matured, but so much about her was exactly as he remembered it. Fatima was still a bad bitch and the most striking woman that Case had ever encountered. He had sampled a generous share of women in his day, and none of them held a candle to Fatima.
He silently wondered what it would have been like if he had never sent her home with Macy all those years ago. He hadn’t known that his best friend would steal his girl and ultimately marry her. Case had lost a good thing when he had lost Fatima, and as he realized that she had given birth to his child, he suddenly wished that he could turn back the hands of time.
Fatima indulged in her drink silently, lost in her thoughts of sadness. She didn’t even realize that Macy was standing over her until she heard him speak.
“Don’t drink too much of that. It’ll sneak up on you,” he schooled as he sat across from her.
“It doesn’t matter. Tonight I’m trying to get fucked up. I don’t want to feel anything.... I just want to sit here and throw a pity party. I want to drink my drink and sit here until it doesn’t hurt anymore,” she admitted without shame.
She shook her head as Macy’s face entered her mind. “He sat there for fucking weeks, watching me deteriorate. He heard me crying every night. He slept in my bed knowing that all along he had killed my son. Bastard.” She finished her drink and then poured herself another as she continued to vent.
“How can he do something like that? After all of these years? I’ve stood by him, playing the back and being the supportive woman that he needed. I was there when he was just another dope boy. I helped him study night after night when he was in college. I even wrote some of his papers! I’m the one who went door to door, convincing people to vote for a black mayor. I smiled for the cameras and hosted the events. How could he kill Boomer? My son? I know the dirt he’s done in order to get where he is, but I never thought that he was capable of hurting me ... or hurting our son.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, she immediately wished she could take them back. “I’m sorry, Case. I know he’s your son. It’s just ... I’m ... I’m so used to ...”
“You don’t have to explain, Fatima. I know what you meant,” he replied.
“He can’t get away with this. He has the entire police department in his pocket. My son will never get the justice he deserves,” she cried.
“What’s justice? Nothing is going to bring Boomer back,” Case answered. He already knew what he was going to make happen. Macy would be sleeping with the fishes in due time, but he said all the right things in order to ease Fatima’s suffering.
The drinks were starting to get to Fatima, which only intensified the anguish she was going through. It hurt so badly that all she could think of was revenge. She wanted Macy to lose something. Boomer had lost his life; it was only fair that Macy did too. “I want him dead,” she whispered.
Case left his seat so that he could sit next to Fatima. He put his arm around the back of the couch and faced her. “You can’t say things that you don’t mean, Tima. A mu’fucka like me ain’t afraid to make that happen, but you can’t play with stuff like that. You don’t even speak on that unless you ready to put on your little black dress and your widow’s veil,” he whispered in her ear.
Her breathing intensified as the feeling of his lips on her ear caused shivers to travel down her spine.
“I know that, Case, and I’m not just talking,” she replied, her voice sultry and deep. “The man killed my son, my only baby. I’m serious. I want Macy dead.”
“You know what you’re asking for, right?” he asked. “Once that order is put in, there ain’t no taking it back. Won’t be no more going home to your husband. You say that’s what you want, but you’re in your feelings right now. It’s not a game.”
“I know what I want,” she shot back.
Case knew that the liquor gave her the courage to express her true feelings aloud, and he was more than happy to oblige her.
“You forget this conversation ever happened. I’ll take care of it,” he whispered.
“You would do that for me? After all that I’ve done to you?” she asked in astonishment.
Case turned her face toward his and when he spoke, they were so close that their lips touched. “I would do that for my son,” he said strongly.
A tear of regret fell down her face as she remembered why she used to love him. He had been her protector when she was not woman enough to stand up for herself. Yes, they had been young when they were together, but it was far from puppy love. She had just been greedy and had fallen for something forbidden. Karma had come full circle, and the very man she had loved wholeheartedly had hurt her to her core.
Case wiped the tear from her face and pulled her to him as he devoured her lips. She didn’t hesitate as she opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue inside. The spark that the
y both felt told them that things had never truly ended between them. It felt right, it felt safe for her, but to Case it felt like the sweetest revenge. Macy had pulled his bitch on a drunken night, and now Case had turned right around and snatched her back under the same circumstances. As he removed her clothes, he couldn’t help but smirk. This would undoubtedly be the most satisfying nut he ever busted.
Case’s touch made goose bumps form on her skin. She would have been nervous, but the liquor calmed her tremendously, lowering her inhibitions. She had been feeling so downtrodden and depressed that the sensations Case were bringing her were welcomed. She spread her legs as he slipped his hand between her thighs, creeping up her dress and sliding her panties to the side with expertise. He was so skilled and smooth that before she could even protest, he was fingering her clit, making her mouth fall open in pure bliss. Blood flowed to her lower regions, making her southern lips swell and drool in anticipation.
“You want me to stop?” he asked, already knowing that she would say no.
She shook her head and closed her eyes as she worked her hips, grinding on his fingers. Seeing the look on her face was the sweetest revenge to Case. Having her here, playing in her pussy and hearing her moan as a result of his doing, made his dick hard.
Bitch-ass nigga never knew what to do with this pussy, he thought as he laid her down and positioned himself between her legs. He loosened his belt and pulled his Italian-threaded slacks down. He didn’t even bother to take them off as he freed his hard-on from the confinements. History was about to repeat itself, and he was about to plant so many seeds in Fatima that she wouldn’t have a choice but to bend to his will, mentally and physically.
He entered her and immediately tensed his body when he felt how tightly her womanhood hugged him. He still fit inside of her perfectly. The fit was so snug that it felt as if he would bust prematurely. She had him feeling like a teenage boy who was getting his first taste; her love was so good. He quickly composed himself and found his rhythm as she whispered his name repeatedly in his ear.
“Case ... ooh, Case, I missed this dick,” she crooned, seducing him with a sweet melody that fed his ego. He worked her middle as she grabbed his firm backside, pulling him into her wetness as she squeezed it.
He was so deep inside of her that he could hear her gush as he hit her G-spot. He felt her squirting over his shaft while he stroked her aggressively yet gently.
His pace sped up as he felt the head of his penis swell, and every stroke made his toes curl as his tool became extra sensitive. “Shit, ma,” he complimented. Case could normally go for hours, but with Fatima he couldn’t control himself.
He hit her hard, grinding and digging her out as deeply as he could, until he finally came. He made no effort to pull out. In fact, he pumped his semen inside of her with a smirk on his face as he thought of how he was disrespecting Macy. In fact, he made sure that he released every little bit of semen into her until he had nothing left.
Macy sat back and leaned his head back as he reveled in the euphoria. Fatima breathed heavily as she lay there wondering what life may have been like if she had never left Case. She wasn’t ready for this to end. Having Case inside of her made her feel closer to her son. He was Boomer’s father, and being with him again was like applying glue to her broken heart. Case was filling the sudden void that had entered her life.
He went to stand, but she grabbed his hand and pulled him back down onto the couch. It may have seemed desperate, but Fatima knew that as long as he was making her feel good, she wouldn’t feel anything else. She mounted him and pulled her dress off of her shoulders, exposing her D-cups and lace bra. His hands covered her caramel mounds, and within seconds, his erection had returned. She slid down on top of him and rode him slowly as she closed her eyes.
Bedding Fatima after years of her being absent in his life boosted Case’s ego. She had strayed and had betrayed him by marrying his best friend, but like a loyal dog, she had come back home. Now it was time for Macy to get a dose of his own medicine.
Case’s beef with Macy had been unsettled for too long. Over the years, the two had continued to do business and money had healed old wounds, but now Macy thought he was too legit to deal with Case. On top of that, he had killed his son, which only fueled an already out-of-control fire.
Case looked at Fatima as she moved her magnificent body up and down on his shaft. He could tell she was irrational and making a decision that she would later regret, but he didn’t care. The fact that she had found her way back into his bed worked to his advantage, and once Case put word into Aries, it was only a matter of time before Macy was no longer an issue. Case was about to make an example out of Macy once and for all.
Chapter Ten
“Hi, you’ve reached Fatima Sigel. I’m unavailable to take your call—”
Macy slammed his executive phone down as he heard his wife’s voice mail pick up once again. He had been trying to reach her all night to no avail. Frustrated and fearing the unknown, Macy pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to calm himself. He knew that she had not gone to the police because no one had come knocking on his door asking questions.
Macy wondered where she could be. He had traced all of her credit card transactions, trying to see if she had checked into a hotel, but he had come to a dead end. Fatima didn’t want to be found, and he would have to respect that until she chose to reach out to him.
From the look on her face, Macy realized that things would never be the same between them. There was no explanation that he could give that would erase the monstrous image that she had of him now. The fact that he had not intended to harm Boomer didn’t matter. The truth was obsolete at this point. She had already rendered him guilty, and Macy didn’t know what that meant for him. Fatima was a woman scorned, and Macy had no idea how to rectify the problem.
Had she been anyone else, he could have handled it easily. One phone call could make the situation disappear; but she was his wife, and despite what they were going through, he loved her. He cherished her and only wanted to protect her, which was why he hadn’t come out and told her the truth from the beginning.
His phone rang nonstop as his secretary tried to contact him. He had already missed his entire morning’s schedule. Macy couldn’t even run his own household. How the hell did anyone expect him to run the city? He couldn’t focus on his professional life when his personal one was in such disarray. The information that Fatima had on him was sensitive, and she needed to know that their family skeletons needed to be kept in the closet. It was imperative that she cooperate. Macy knew that the longer she stayed away, the worse it would be for him in the end. He just needed her to hear him out.
Distracted, he headed out for his office. The expectations that were placed on his shoulders normally would not be an issue, but with Fatima missing and his life in shambles, work was the last thing on his mind. He grabbed his leather briefcase and tightened his tie before he walked outside and entered the town car that was waiting in front of his home.
“City Hall, and don’t take the expressway. I don’t want to get caught up in traffic,” he called out.
Macy closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the leather seat as the car pulled away from his home. He was abruptly startled when he heard a loud pop as one of the tires burst and the car slowed to a stop.
“What’s going on?” he asked the driver.
“I don’t know. Sounds like I ran over something sharp.”
The driver got out of the car, and Macy did as well, and when he looked at one of the rear tires, he saw that it was completely shredded to pieces. Exasperated, he sighed as he turned to the driver. “How long is it going to take to fix this?” he asked.
“Not long at all. There should be a spare in the trunk. I know you’re not dressed for this, but could you give me a hand?” the driver asked.
Macy walked to the rear of the car as the driver popped the trunk, and when he saw the body of Frank, his normal driver, lying bloody in
side, his eyes bugged in horror. He was completely taken off guard, and as he turned around, he stared down the barrel of a .357 handgun.
Aries pulled off her hat and long, flowing hair spilled out as she shook it loose while she lightly gripped the trigger.
“Get in,” she said.
Macy was taken aback that he was being held at gunpoint by a woman—a beautiful woman, at that. He didn’t know who she was and made the mistake of trying to talk her down.
“Look. I don’t know who sent you or what you want, but—”
Aries shot the gun, sending a bullet flying so close to his face that he felt the wind as it blew by his cheek, slightly grazing him.
“Shit! Whoa! Wait a minute,” Macy yelled as he put his hands up defensively, fearing that her next shot would go through his skull.
“I’m a very impatient woman. Next time I won’t miss. Get in the trunk,” she said forcefully.
She knew that the deserted road wouldn’t stay empty for long. She was lucky to even get the opportunity to get to Macy. She had been on him for weeks and could not find a way to get at him. He stayed with security and bodyguards. She also noticed how he always kept a pistol on his hip. The way that he walked with his hands near his waistline told her that he stayed strapped. Aries knew that if she blew this attempt at snatching him, another opportunity would be near impossible. It was now or never, and she had the upper hand at the moment because she was the one holding the gun. She had caught him slipping.
Macy pushed the dead body to the back of the trunk and then climbed in. He barely had his entire body inside before she closed the trunk on him, immersing him in nothing but darkness. Anger filled him more than actual fear. “Fuck!” he yelled as he hit the trunk above him with a flat hand.
He didn’t know who was behind this, but his anger made the hood in him come out as his mind went through the possibilities. He had rubbed a lot of people the wrong way. From the streets to the political world, he knew a dozen niggas who had beefs to pick with him, but he had never expected anyone to go this far. He thought that his reputation alone and his status would keep him safe and protected. It was clear to him now that his expensive suits and his celebrity didn’t make him off-limits. He was still a target, and he had a feeling that someone was about to make some steep demands—demands that he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to meet.
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