The Genesis Group

by Mike Dagons

  “Call him,” he said, and glared into her eyes.

  Nicole cringed when she looked into his eyes, and I could tell that this time. She was genuinely experiencing true fear. She swallowed hard, and her thoughts were transparent. Scientifically, she didn’t believe in vampires, but his red pupils and his speed made the possibility that they did exist very real. She didn’t give him an argument. She took the phone and keyed in her brother’s personal number.

  Basin answered on the first ring like he’d been sitting there with the phone in his hand. “Jeffrey? I was told to tell you that I’m with Anakin Fury,” she spoke in an unsteady, fearful voice.

  There was a long pause, and I knew he was processing what that information meant. He had believed Anakin had drowned fleeing them, and clearly Leon hadn’t reported seeing him at Lenox. So, he had to be alarmed by the news that he was alive and well and what it meant…I had a genuine torturer working with me.

  “Nikki, have they hurt you?” he asked.

  “I haven’t tie her to a chair and showed her my impressive collection of sharp instruments yet. If that’s what’s your asking,” Anakin responded.

  “Have you been doing Ice’s butchering for him, Mr. Fury?”

  “Up until now, I’ve been doing my own butchering, Jeff. But as you’ve had occasion to point out. Cutting innocent people’s hearts out and shit is a little dark for me. I think it’s time to turn the job over to a more experienced operator.”

  “I think I was wrong about that, Ice. You clearly enjoy butchering defenseless old people and innocent children. Why don’t you give it a rest, and take on a more worthy opponent. Leave Nicole out of it. She is innocent as were Luther’s children. I propose that we handle our differences like men, and leave the innocent out of it,” he barked, the sudden flash of temper making his voice tremble.

  I laughed at that bullshit. “It wasn’t that long ago that I said those very words to you, Jeff. You remember what your answer was to killing my wife and child? There were no apologies. You told me that I accepted the wrong contract, and to suck it up. You remember that Jeff?”

  “I didn’t order the hit on your wife, and you know it! It was an unfortunate accident. The people you killed were innocent, but unlike your wife’s death. The deaths by your hands were no accident. Your kills were deliberately cold, and merciless!”

  “Innocent you say? Your father was a despicable man that did despicable things to acquire his wealth, and your mother was a heartless bitch that reigned by his side. And as for Luther Scott’s clan, there wasn’t an innocent person among them muthafuckas. I had thought his youngest daughter might be, but then I learned that bitch was his main distributor at the local high school. I ain’t killed an innocent muthafucka yet, but I’m ready and willing to start with the good doctor. Believe that!” I barked. My own temper rising.

  Jeff got very quiet, but we could hear him breathing. “Okay, what is it that you want?” he asked.

  “As you know, I don’t have any hang-ups about killing the innocent,” Anakin took over the conversation. “I am prepared to go to work on your sister unless you agree to cooperate.”

  “Stop trying to trace the fucking call and pay attention!” I demanded when Jeff didn’t respond immediately.

  “What the fuck do you want?” he answered testily.

  “I want you dead, eventually, but for now, I want you to pull your men off Luther. I want his phone number so I can call him and ask him when he’d like for me to bend over that table to save the innocent man’s life he’s holding,” I responded. “The innocent man that you put in his hands by the way, Jeff.”

  “Desmond Fox is not innocent. He’s a man without morals or respect for other people’s property. I was sure that Choc would want him punished for the dirt he did to his brother.”

  “Pull your men off Luther,” I said, choosing not to discuss Choc’s feelings about Desmond Fox.

  “He has his own crew,” he answered.

  “I know, but I want your men out of the way…divide and conquer. You’ve heard something about that, right?”

  “I only have three men with him, and they are there to protect Desmond. If they suddenly get up and leave, Luther will get suspicious.”

  “Don’t ask them to leave. Tell them to stand down when I meet with him. After he’s put to rest, you and I can handle our unfinished business,” I said.

  “It’s a deal,” Jeff said.

  “Oh no, it’s not a deal, muthafucka. It’s a demand, and if you don’t get it right. Tell him what you’re going to do to his sister, Anakin,” I said.

  “I’m going to cut the cute doctor’s fingers off one digit at a time, one joint at a time, and then I’ll remove her hands. I’ll make sure she’s stabilized, and then I’ll sever her arms at her elbows. I will continue to cut her into tiny pieces until there is nothing left of her, like you and Luther promised to do to my innocent woman and child.”

  “I’ll do what you say. So, you don’t need to hurt her. She’s the only truly innocent person in my family, Ice. I was wrong for involving your wife, and you have every right to come after me for it, but Nicole is not to blame for my actions,” he said, and then recited Luther’s cell phone number.

  “You deliver, and I’ll deliver her to you unharmed,” I promised, and then I ended the transmission.

  “You think he’s going to do it,” I spoke to Anakin like Nicole wasn’t standing there.

  “I expect he’ll warn him,” he answered.

  “My brother won’t do anything to jeopardize my safety,” Nicole said. “He will not risk my life by double crossing you.”

  I looked at the doctor and smiled. “Either you don’t know your brother well, or you’re just plain stupid. Are you hungry, or do you want to spend a few hours in bed before you go back in the closet?” I asked because knowing I was going to kill Luther in a few hours had me feeling generous.

  Nicole looked appalled. “I will not willingly have sex with you,” she hugged herself protectively.

  She was attractive enough. Shit, if I really wanted to fuck. She wouldn’t need to be attractive. Maybe it was because I hadn’t even buried my wife yet, but I felt repulsed by the suggestion that I wanted to fuck her. “Bitch, please, sex is not on my, to do list,” I said. “And even if it was, I wouldn’t fuck you with your brother’s dick. I’m asking if you want to catch a few hours of sleep in the bed alone.”

  Her face turned bright red, and she turned away from me quickly, but not before I read her guilty expression. I looked at Anakin, wondering if he caught it too. “Maybe she is fucking her brother,” he said, confirming that he had.

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have jumped to the conclusion that you were proposing I sleep with you. I’d appreciate getting a few hours sleep in the comfortable bed. Do you mind if I take a shower first?” she asked.

  She was acting like she hadn’t heard his suggestion that she was in an incestuous relationship with Jeff. The thought of it disgusted me, and I couldn’t believe that she wasn’t going to deny it. “Tell me that you’re not really fucking your brother,” I frowned.

  “Our relationship is complicated, and that’s all you need to know. Can I take the shower?”

  I was thinking; all the showering in the world ain’t going to wash the filth off you, bitch. “Have at it,” I said, and then walked out the room, leaving Anakin with the job of watching her.

  Chapter 26

  It was late night, and Luther was in bed with LaCreme when he got the phone call from Basin telling him about the call he received from Ice.

  Ice had agreed to meet with him in two days in exchange for Trent Real’s freedom. It was well within the time limit he had set, so he was happy.

  Luther got up immediately, and started getting dressed. “Do you have leave?” LaCreme reached a hand out to him.

  Luther took it, and then sat down on the edge of the bed next to him. “I want to keep the nastiness of my business far away from you, my love. This meeting is one
that I must take. I promise you that I will return as soon as possible.” He cupped LaCreme’s cheek, and then kissed him gently. “I’m going to leave two of my men here with you.”

  “Is that really necessary, Luther? Nobody here even knows we’re together.”

  “I know, but I’d feel better knowing that you’re protected. Jimmy and Rudy will be outside, and they have been instructed to take you wherever you want to go.”

  “Okay, baby, and you be careful.”

  Luther kissed him again, and then he left the apartment. His men followed him outside. Jimmy and Rudy sat down on the stoop and got comfortable, and the other four got into his armored car with him.

  Luther went directly to his farmhouse in Indiana where he had everything organized and in place to ambush Isaak Charles Edwards.

  He hadn’t wanted to leave LaCreme behind, but he didn’t want him to witness what he had planned for Ice. LaCreme was sensitive and kind. He knew nothing of the cruel justice Luther used to stay on top of the hardened criminals in the drug world he ruled. LaCreme was his only true love, and the less he knew about the business. The safer he would be.

  Luther had agreed to turn Ice over to Basin after he tortured him. He had promised that he would allow Jeff to be the one to kill him, but it was a promise he never intended to keep. Once he got his hands on Ice; he was going to swat the little pest like a fly, and then hunt down the rest of his family and kill them. If Basin didn’t like it, he would kill him, too.

  Luther had a six man detail escorting him, and he left two of them to guard LaCreme. He had thirteen men at the farm, including the three from Basin’s team, so he was feeling pretty secure.

  Luther arrived at the farmhouse just before dawn, and he was pleased to find everyone alert and at their designated post. He went directly to the bedroom where he was keeping Desmond, and found Ernest between his legs sucking his dick.

  Ernest jumped up quickly when he heard Luther enter the bedroom. “I’m sorry, boss. I didn’t think you’d mind,” he lowered his head.

  Desmond was tied to the bed. He’d vomited on himself and the bed, and his expression was tortured. He had a nice size member, and Luther understood how it could be an irresistible temptation to a man with a fellatio fetish like Ernest.

  “I don’t mind as long as you only suck his dick,” he said, and Ernest grinned.

  “I want you to let him take a shower now, and give him something to eat. I’ll send a couple of men to help you. Wait until they get here before you untie him.”

  “Yes sir,” he answered dutifully.

  Luther walked out into the living area where four men were posted. “Kit, you and Leon help Ernest get him showered. Do not let him out of your sight, not even while he’s in the bathroom. I must keep him alive in case Ice insists on speaking with him. Give him something to eat, and then bring him to my room,” he ordered, and then went upstairs to his bedroom on the top tier of the house.

  Leon Turner was there by Basin’s order to remind Luther not to inflict any permanent injuries on Choc’s brother. He went into the bedroom, and watched while Ernest and Kit untied Desmond.

  Luther had ordered them not to carry guns when handling Desmond because he didn’t want to give him an opportunity to get his hands on a weapon and make them kill him ahead of time. Leon feared Desmond wanted to be freed from the hell he was in so badly, he’d use the gun on himself if he managed to get hold of one.

  The men helped Desmond to stand, and then ordered him to go into the bathroom. Luther had allowed his doctor to look at him, after the second rape. He had given him a medicated ointment for his rectum, but he hadn’t needed stitches.

  Desmond was still walking like it hurt to move, and Leon figured his listless gait was due more to his humiliation rather than any physical injuries he had sustained.

  Leon escorted him into the bathroom alone and watched him until he finished using the facilities and showering. He gave him a clean robe without the sash, and Desmond put it on.

  “You want soup or Chinese food?” Leon asked.

  “I don’t want to eat,” he answered bitterly.

  “Man, let me tell you something. What’s happening to you is out of your control. I heard that Ice is going to turn himself over to Luther, so you can live.”

  “How am I supposed to face Kenyah after what she saw him do to me?” his eyes watered.

  “Now is not the time for self pity, my brotha. Your goal should be staying alive, and doing whatever the fuck it takes to do it. If you live, maybe you’ll get the chance to see that muthafucka die,” he spoke to him quietly.

  “You don’t know what he’s done to me…what he made her watch him do to me,” his voice cracked.

  “And neither will anybody else you know if you don’t tell them. I hear that you have two sons, and a wife. This shit that you’re caught up in is your own fault,” he said, letting Desmond know that he knew he really wasn’t Trent Real. “The shit Luther is doing to you is raw, but you need to be man enough to survive it for your sons. Don’t let them grow up thinking that you abandoned them for a bitch, and it got you killed.”

  Desmond considered what he was telling him. There was a time not so long ago when all he cared about was living for his sons. Then he’d allowed his obsession with Kenyah and paying his wife, Vectra, back for the dirt she’d done, make him forget about his obligation to his boys. This ordeal had reminded him that he was a father, not a playa, and if he didn’t die, he swore he would never forget it again.

  “Can I get some soup?” he asked, because he did want to live, and he would do whatever necessary evil he had to do to come out of this alive.

  When Desmond finished the meal, he felt stronger. Leon gave him an hour to compose himself before he took him up to Luther.

  Leon knocked, and then opened the door to Luther’s bedroom, and found him waiting in bed naked. “Do you want me to leave you alone?” Leon asked.

  “No, I want you to stay,” he replied.

  Luther eyed Desmond with interest. He thought he was an extremely handsome man. He was tall, and his body was nicely sculptured like his. Ordinarily, it would not be the kind of man he was attracted to, since he preferred openly gay men like LaCreme. But there was something about Trent Real, other than the fact that he was connected to Ice, which made fucking him appealing.

  “I prefer making love to rape,” he said. “If I have to tie you up, I will make it hurt. I promise to be gentle if you cooperate.”

  Desmond cut his eyes at Leon, who nodded approvingly. “I’ll cooperate,” he forced a smile.

  “Have Ernest come up,” Luther ordered.

  “Please, I only want you to make love to me. I promise you won’t need him,” Desmond sat down on the bed next to him.

  Luther studied him for a beat, and then he took his face in his hands and pulled him into a kiss. Luther filled his mouth with his tongue, and Desmond filled his head with thoughts of his sons, and living to see them and his wife again, and he kissed him back.

  Luther pushed him back on the bed, and mounted him in the missionary position, trapping his manhood between them. Desmond closed his eyes, and imagined it was a woman’s hair tickling his chest. And the friction he got from being rubbed against Luther’s stomach gave him the desired erection he needed to appear to be a willing participant.

  Desmond went though the motions, showing a lot of enthusiasm, which pleased Luther. It didn’t take Luther as long to cum when he didn’t resist. And as promised, he didn’t hurt him as badly. Luther rolled off him and onto his back feeling replete. “You like it now?” he asked.

  “With you, yes,” Desmond lied with a forced smile.

  “That is good,” Luther said, and slapped him on his bottom affectionately. “Take him back to his room,” he said to Leon. “Tell Ernest to let him rest. I don’t want him touched again today. It is my reward for being so good to me.”

  “Thank you,” Desmond said. He got out of bed, and put his robe back on. Leon was leading hi
m to the door, when Luther’s cell started ringing. “Wait!” he shouted, and then hopped up out of bed and answered it.

  “Is Trent alive?” Ice asked.

  “Yes, and I am ready to make the exchange,” Luther replied.

  “Let me talk to him,” Ice demanded.

  “Here, talk to your brother’s friend,” he handed Desmond the phone. “Tell him that I have been good to you.”

  Desmond took the phone and brought it up to his ear. “Yes, this is Trent,” he said because he knew that as long as Luther thought he was. He would let him live.

  “Are you alright?”

  “Yes, I’m fine,” he spoke calmly.

  “Hang in there. I’m coming to get you soon. Please, give the phone back to Luther.”

  “He wants to talk to you,” he handed the phone back.

  “Now you know that he is alive and well. I want you to meet me at the Thornton Quarry south of Chicago. You come alone, and I will set him free.”

  “If he’s not with you when I arrive, I will not reveal myself,” he said because it would have been stupid to pretend to be stupid enough to show up there alone and surrender without any guarantee or plan to insure that Desmond would be released after he did.

  “I will put him in a vehicle, and he will be allowed to drive off when you drive up,” Luther promised.

  “Ice knew that he was lying, but it didn’t matter. I’m far north, and miles outside the city. It’s going to take me three hours to get to you,” Ice lied.

  “Break the speed limit. You have two hours to get there, or he dies.”

  “I’ll be there,” he said, and ended the call.

  The upgrade on his cell phone had enabled Ice to pinpoint Luther’s location as soon as he answered his cell. Luther had set a firm deadline, but he wasn’t worried about meeting it because he was already on the road, and less than ten minutes away from his destination.