by MT Pope
“Dre, get up for a minute,” I requested. He looked at me with confusion on his face. I’m sure he has never been told to stop giving head, but I wanted talk first. I should have started with this, though, then with the head, but this question shit didn’t hit me until now when I was getting some head from him.
“Something wrong?” he asked. I had to admit he was a handsome guy. I’m sure the ladies were all over him.
“Nah, I just wanted to ask you some things.”
“Cool.” He wasn’t a man of many words when it came to us interacting during sex. He sat in a chair that was in front of the bed we were on with his hands in his lap. You couldn’t tell that he just had his mouth on my manhood. This guy was good. He had his shit covered.
“Man, how do you do it?” I asked.
“Do what?”
“Man, my father is a hardcore homophobe. He’s like a savage pit bull waiting to take this ghost guy down, and here he has a gay guy working right under his nose. How do you feel about that?”
“Your father has a right to feel like he feels. I can’t change that.” He was just so plain with his talk, and he showed no emotion.
“So you saying it doesn’t bother you when he calls gay men derogatory names?”
“Nah, it’s what you answer to, not what you’re called. He wasn’t talking about me or to me. I know who I am.” He gave up a Tyler Perry response, but I can agree with it.
“So you don’t want to beat my father’s ass sometimes?” I laughed.
“Nope, been in this business for a while now, and I have heard it all in the streets. People say and do what they want to with no regard to others, and that’s how they live. I mind my business and keep it home.”
“Dre, you are cool as shit, man. So why do you let me hold you hostage with your secret?”
“It’s temporary. Most gay men get tired of the same hole, so they most definitely move on rather quickly. I’ve been there and done that too. You’re going to get tired of me and move on, so I’ll just wait until such a time.” Damn, he was spitting the truth to me. You could tell he believed it and lived it too.
“Dre, I really don’t know if all of that’s true, but I am convinced that you have some experience in, so I’m going to take you at your word.”
“What else do I have besides my words?”
This ninja was on point. I laughed in my head but kept a straight face.
“That is true. So how did you get into the drug game?”
“It’s a family thing like yours, with the exception that my older brothers didn’t make it. They weren’t cut out for it. They had too much mouth and didn’t know how to chill. They balled out, as they say, and got taken out in the middle of it. Your pops don’t unnecessarily flaunt his. I been with him for a minute now, and I know how to conduct myself, especially with someone else’s business. He helped me refine my attitude, and now I’m the man you see.”
“So are there any other guys on the DL in my father’s camp?”
“I don’t fucking care or ask. I said I keep my shit home. I don’t care about anyone else’s sex life.” He said it as if I was getting on his nerves or he was offended.
“I got you, dude. No need to jump down my throat.” I laughed, hoping that it would lighten the mood.
“I’m not offended at all. Life is too short to hold on to offense. I just wanted to make it clear where I stand.” He smiled.
“So I take it that I can trust you with my secret, and yours is safe with me.”
He nodded his head in agreement.
“So now that that’s out of the way let me get in them guts.”
Chapter 29
Clayton
Biàn tài
Here I am trying to focus on this case, and all I can do is think about Anthony. Fresh love can be very distracting at times. Today was one of those times. I was sitting at my desk looking over some evidence and files but could not keep my focus.
I had most of my focus on Ghost right now because he was the leading man in my eyes, but he wasn’t the only man. There was another man in my scope. I had my eyes on Leroy Grant, but he was good at his game too. I knew that he was guilty, but he had never been caught with his hands dirty. He had a somewhat clean record. We knew that he would slip up one day, and we were waiting for that day. There have been some turf wars going on between the gay thugs and the straight ones. Murders were happening almost daily, but it never seemed like it slowed down the business of drug traffic and other illicit activities. Taking down evil was hard because there is always someone ready, willing, and able to take the spot of the last kingpin. Now we had two men warring: one to continue to stay on top and the other trying to dethrone him. It was mind-boggling, to say the least. So, I mentally decided to go after the gay thugs. In my mind, they would be the most rewarding to take down. The straight thugs will kill themselves off or get caught easier. It’s just my logic, though. Things could change at the drop of a dime, and I end up getting both leaders in my grasp. They say the thrill of the chase is what keeps you going, and I had to agree. I was going to get my man and have a budding relationship to boot. It was a dream come true. Everything was falling into place.
It made me think back to when I was a teenager. I would always look at my parents and see them enjoying their life. They seemed perfect to me. I never saw them fight or any of that. My father would work, and my mom would work part time. He was a cop, and she did day care. They made it work, and I was so looking forward to that type of happiness. I couldn’t wait to be that happy. Both of my parents would be happy for me if they were here today. Tragically, they died in a car accident that killed them on the spot. It was the most tragic moment in my life. So, you can say that my life and living was dedicated to them. A drug dealer running from the police took their life, and I promised them at their funeral that I would make it my life’s work to keep killers off the streets.
I sat in the back of the funeral parlor just looking at the two caskets that were located at the front of the room. It was cold in the room. One would say that it was beautiful in this room. Flowers filled the front with large pictures of my parents on easels. I was cold. I cut my emotions off because I didn’t want to grieve. I didn’t want to believe this reality, even though I was sitting in this room, and there were two bodies that were present that used to be my parents. They were empty shells now.
Dozens of people came past me to view the bodies, and they tried to console me. My parents were pillars in their community. I wasn’t accepting the consoling. I was in pain. I was mad at God for allowing this to happen to them and to me. I was mad at him for letting the scum that did this to them live. I was only here because this is what they would want me to do. To be here like they were there for me regardless of the situation. Their examples of doing what is right is present in my life. Principles, morals, and compassion were a part of their living and now mine.
The service began as normal, and I tried to keep my focus on what was going on, but my mind was on the killer that violated my life. I wanted him and all who were like him to pay. That was my vow.
At the close of the service, they called for the last viewing of the bodies. I rose from the chair, but I felt like I was moving in slow motion as I got closer to my destination. My legs became weaker with every step, and by the time I made it to the front, I fell to my knees with a hand on the end of one casket and beginning of the other one. I bellowed out loud cries of pain, and tears fell like heavy rain. I felt my body being lifted, and then being hoisted up by fellow mourners.
“They will pay . . . they will pay . . . they will pay,” I hollered out in front of everyone in the room until exhaustion caused me to stop.
Their legacy and death was my reason for living. I wanted them to look down from heaven and smile. I’m not sure if they knew about me being gay and all, but I’m sure that they would be proud of me, nonetheless. I am going to make history by bringing down at least one of these guys, and I could not wait for it to happen. I was fallin
g in love with my dreams every day.
As I was looking through some of the pictures of the body that I looked at the other day, I noticed a tattooed symbol in the inner thigh of the victim’s body. It looked like some kind of Asian mark or something. I used an app on my phone to scan the picture. It took a few seconds to come back with results.
The symbol in Chinese meant Biàn tài or “Metamorphosis” in English. It made sense with the transition the body I saw went through. I just had to see if there was any type of coincidence or trademark. Any type of clue to finding out who was doing these changes to these people would lead back to the financier of the operations. Somebody was getting paid to do this, and one would lead to the other.
I placed a call to the city morgue again and asked to get any more pictures of bodies that had this symbol. I requested they be sent to me if they found some.
A smile covered my face as I hung up the phone. I felt like I was making progress and that I was on my way to something big.
Chapter 30
Avery
Photo Op
I was a person of many talents but being a photographer was not my forte. I had money so that I could pay someone to do it for me. I knew my limits. I had expectations of the pictures that I wanted, but what I received a few hours ago from the private investigator that I hired to get these photos for me was an expert. He had some great shots in the bunch that I had. I had so many that my graphic designer could work with. I was excited.
I know you may be wondering, why not kill the competition if I knew where they lay their head, or why not send the cops their way to put them away forever? Well, it’s just not fun to do that. That would be too easy. I loved to be entertained, and this was one of the best shows that I could ever watch and participate in. It was the real-deal reality television show, but there were no cameras, and I was the director of the show, and I had a starring role in it as well.
I picked up the phone and called a person who was waiting on me to call.
“Hello,” Monica answered the phone on what seemed like the first ring.
“Good day, Monica. How is everything with you today?” It was a Saturday.
“I’m doing wonderful,” she answered. I wanted to burst her bubble and tell her that she was lying and that she was on pins and needles waiting for the truth to fall in her lap, whatever that may be. But that wasn’t going to be done. She needed some comfort before the blow. I didn’t know how she would respond by finding out that her husband was cheating on her.
“That’s so good to hear. I was hoping that your day and week was going well. You didn’t stick around for the last few practices with Corey, and I began to get worried.” I was baiting her, and I loved it.
“Coach, I apologize for that. I had some errands I needed to run, and I couldn’t do both. You know how it gets sometimes. Besides, Corey understood.”
“Yes, he passed the message on to me when I asked about your whereabouts. I was concerned because of the previous conversation we had and the favor you asked of me. I know it was not something easy to ask of a person. It took some nerve for me to call because I didn’t want to be insensitive to your state of mind.”
“Coach, I’m glad you called because I wanted to call you as well. I am so glad that you considered my feelings, though. That is an honorable thing to do.”
“No problem.” I paused. “I was actually calling to let you know that my friend would be delivering the evidence you requested very soon. I’m praying for the positive. I don’t think you have a thing to worry about, however. From what you tell me, your husband seems like a very stand-up guy.”
“It seems like you have more faith than I do now,” she stated.
“That’s not hard to believe. Doubt will do that to you.”
“Yes, that is true. I just want things to go back to the way they were before. Do you know someone with a damn time machine or something?” she joked.
I laughed, and then spoke, “Monica that is something all of us would want to use. But, no, I don’t know anyone with one of those. And I don’t know if I would share the information if I did.” I laughed after I talked, hoping that she would as well. She did.
“Monica, I won’t hold you. I was just calling to let you know the progress of your request.”
“Thanks for the call.”
“I’ll talk to you soon or see you even sooner. Have a great day.” I hung up the phone, sat back in my chair, and smiled. I was a bad muthafucker.
Chapter 31
Leroy
Good Vibes
Happy wife, happy wife, I thought to myself as I sat at the kitchen table.
I smiled on the inside because I was seeing the fruits of my labor. My wife walked around the kitchen humming as she did usually when she was happy and life was good. I’m glad that the gifts that I bought her had calmed her down and made her more chipper than before the gift giving. I’m going to have to follow up with some other things soon because I don’t want her to think that it’s just to keep her quiet. I loved my wife, and as soon as I get this drug game on lock, we’re heading off on a trip to Europe. It’s always been a dream of hers, and I’m going to give it to her. She deserves the best, and I will stop at nothing to get it for her. It was one of the main reasons for chasing this so hard. My wife looks at me as her king and expects the best, and if I can’t get the city from a gay man, then what does that make me look like? A man who is not respected in his house first doesn’t have it anywhere else.
“Monica, you are looking extrafly today,” I said getting up from the table and walking up to her as she washed some dishes. I nestled up behind her and put my hands around her waist and squeezed her tight. I put my nose in between her head and shoulder area and breathed in her scent. I almost forgot how good my lady smelled. I’ve been going hard in the game to forget her scent.
“Thank you, baby.” Her voice was sweet and seductive. It made my manhood hard. I hadn’t sexed my wife in a minute, and I needed to feel her right now. I was pressed for time, but I wanted her right now.
“Baby, come with me for a minute,” I requested as I moved away from her and pulled her away from the sink.
“What’s wrong, baby?” she asked as I pulled her into the first-floor bathroom.
“Nothing, baby. I just wanted some quality time really quick.” A sly smile crept across my face. I locked the door and turned on the sink water to muffle some of the sounds. My son was still in the house. He was probably asleep, but I didn’t want him to hear me sexing his mother at any age.
Monica had on a robe that was to her knees. I aggressively turned her around and grinded my manhood into her behind. She moaned a little as my hands made their way up the sides of her waist, up her abdomen, and finally to her breasts. I teased her now-erect nipples in between two of my fingers, and she grinded her behind into my lap harder.
I pulled away and then lifted the robe over her waist. I eased down her underwear, and then dived in with my tongue. She was already wet. It had been a minute since I lapped at her vagina, but it was much needed right now. The stress of the drug game was taking its toll on me.
I immediately went into dog mode. I was like a dehydrated dog at the water bowl. She pushed back on my face causing me to fall back on the floor. That didn’t stop us, though. She was soon straddling my face and was working my manhood out of my zippered pants and into her mouth. The warmth of her mouth led me to work even harder at getting her to cream on my face. It didn’t take long for her to start shaking and then exploding on my face.
“Damn,” she quivered in ecstasy.
“My turn,” I said as I eased her off me, and then positioned her on all fours in front of me. I entered her slowly and savored the moment. I hadn’t exploded in a long time. Again, the drug game and the obsession to be on top will even drain a man’s sex drive.
She clutched one of my hands that was on her waist as I entered her fully. She was enjoying it. I was too. I couldn’t believe how tight my wife’s pussy was. She
was a faithful wife, and I loved it.
I started with a slow pace, but soon, I was moving in and out of her at a good pace. I went from doggie style to froggy style as I hovered over her. I nibbled on her ear and whispered in it, “Damn, girl, this shit is tight and wet. I love you, girl.”
She moaned in response to my statement, and that was enough for me. I pumped in and out of her feverishly; then I climaxed. I came so hard that I roared in pleasure. I hoped that my son didn’t hear us, but at this point, I didn’t care.
“Baby, that was the shit. We need to do this more often,” I said as I eased off her and lay on the floor next to her.
“True,” she nodded her head in agreement.
“I need to shower again and get out of here,” I said as I kissed her on the cheek. I quickly got up and made my way out of the bathroom. I climbed the stairs to get to the bathroom in my room. My son was coming out of his bathroom as I was walking.
“Good morning,” I smiled at my boy. He was a grown man coming into his own. He looked like me at his age. It was almost time to bring him into the fold and teach him about the business. He must be prepared if something happens to me.
“Hey, Dad,” he said as he kept it moving past me and back into his bedroom. I was going to have to spend some time with him again soon too. I don’t want him to think that he wasn’t important either. There were some rough patches between us over the last few weeks, but I’m sure we’ll work them out. I hope he wasn’t still mad at me for the incident with his mother awhile back. Corey was very protective of his mother, and I was no exception on his list of people he would hurt if anything happened to her. It shows me that he had heart and courage. He would take a life for his mother, even if it was mine. That would never happen, however, because those were isolated incidents, and he knew that.
