by T. Styles
“But he takes me in the night. He takes me in the night and makes me do all kinds of things. His fatty flesh stinks and he smells of alcohol. I can’t do it anymore. I just can’t!” Huge teardrops danced off of her face and splashed on his chin.
While Nine had her ear, she snaked her right hand down to her breast to take away the crazy, then she eased her hand down between her legs and onto the tip of her clit. Slowly Nine stroked it until she relaxed under the pressure of her motions.
Isabel’s head drooped backwards and fell against Nine’s breasts as she gave into the feelings. And when she was under her spell, Nine eased her left hand around her neck and squeezed tightly, forcing the knife out of her grasp.
Leaf leaped out of the bed and yanked Isabel from his wife’s hands and tossed her on the floor. With both hands around her throat, he was about to steal her life until Nine said, “Baby, please, do not. She…she is not well. Let me get her some help.”
“I don’t want to hear that shit! Dr. Banning wasn’t able to help you, why would I believe she’s going to help her?”
“I will get her some outside help, Leaf. Please, do not do this. She is family and to kill her is to take a part of me.”
Leaf looked at Nine while still squeezing Isabel’s neck.
“Leaf…please,” she whispered.
Finally, he released. Isabel rolled to one side and coughed several times. Tugging at the skin covering her throat, she desperately tried to snatch air back into her lungs using huge coughs.
Leaf walked up to Nine and ran his hand down the side of her face. He took a moment to look intently into her eyes. “You will no longer run this family. You will no longer make all of the decisions. I am your husband and I want this bitch out of my house. Tonight!”
“But—”
“It’s either her or me!”
****
Nine was packing Isabel’s bag when Lisa walked into the room. “Stormy Woods Mental Facility is ready for Izzy,” she said standing in the doorway. When she saw Nine’s hand shaking, she walked inside. “Let me do that for you.” She removed the folded shirt from her hand and Nine flopped down on the bed.
“I wanted to help her. I really did.” She paused. “I guess I thought if I helped her I would be helping myself too.”
“Izzy will be fine, Nine. Trust me.”
“How are you sure?”
Lisa placed a thick strand of her hair behind her ear. “I know because mama suffered from psychotic episodes for most of my childhood.”
Nine looked up at her. Lisa now received her total attention. “Bridget? But she seems so relaxed.”
She smiled and nodded yes.
“I guess it worked.”
Lisa sighed. “It did, but she had to go away for awhile. That’s when me and my brothers got extra close.” She placed a pair of jeans into the suitcase and zipped it up. “And I married Wagner in a small ceremony, with just us. We always had to defend each other when she left and before we knew it we isolated ourselves from most of the world. They didn’t understand us anyway.” She looked ahead of her. “Daddy came by and would drop off some money to help us but I knew his heart was here. Never with us.”
Nine looked over at her. “Are you in love with Wagner?”
“Yes. I love my husband. But it’s hard showing people in public, who know that we’re siblings. They don’t understand what it means to care about someone. To care about a person so much that you see past the bloodlines. I think that makes us powerful, don’t you?”
Nine nodded yes.
“All I want to do is take care of my baby and make Wagner happy, you know?” Lisa paused. “And I want to help you if you need it.”
“Nine, the van is here,” Antonius said knocking on the door lightly.
“Is Izzy downstairs?”
“Yes.” He paused. “I have Titus with her and I told the other soldiers to go home like you requested.”
Nine dismissed the others because she didn’t want anyone else knowing that Isabel would be taken to a mental institution. Not even her most trusted men. She wanted to give her that privacy so that she could get well and not worry about what the men thought or felt about her. Besides, most of them had come to love Isabel and she didn’t want them feeling differently, even if the vehicle transporting her was unmarked.
Nine stood up and hugged Lisa. “Thank you for sharing with me. I am glad you are here.” She walked toward the door and followed Antonius downstairs.
****
Nine sat in the van in front of the Prophet mansion with Antonius after dropping off Isabel hours earlier at the mental institution. Her property seemed eerily quiet and she knew it was because one of her favorite cousins was no longer there. “Is there anything I can do for you?” Antonius asked looking into her eyes.
“No,” she breathed heavily. “You have done a lot for me already, and I am grateful for you.”
Before she left, he handed her something. “Keep this so that you are never alone.”
She looked down at it, touched his face and slid out of the car. Antonius watched her the entire time.
The moment she walked through the door and tossed her Céline bag on the table, she stepped a few feet inside and was struck over the back of the head with a bat. She passed out cold.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison.”
- William Shakespeare
Nine lay face up on the bed, her limbs sprawled out at each end and tied to the bedposts. Naked. Gates stood at the bottom of the bed and from his view, he could see the pinkness of her center. His tongue hung out the side of his mouth as he gazed down at her flesh.
“I don’t know what you did to get her so mad but you had fun with her,” he said as he looked toward his right at Leaf who was tied up and sitting in a chair, his mouth bound and gagged. “And now I’m going to have a little fun too.” He chuckled loudly. “I hope you don’t mind me digging into the cookie jar.”
Upon hearing his words, Leaf struggled to get out of the restraints and Nine’s heart broke silently for him. What it must’ve felt like not to be able to help her. Not to be able to come to her rescue. Just like Leaf, she was gagged and was unable to say a word.
When Nine dropped Isabel off, she never realized the mistake she made by dismissing her soldiers. Without their protection, Gates was able to break into the mansion, bringing eight people with him who were able to subdue her family. He tried to enter the basement but Nine had already begun to lock it for fear her new relatives would wander downstairs and see her secret prison.
Gates, dressed in only a t-shirt and grey sweatpants, removed his clothing. With a revolver in his hand, he crawled toward her until his stiffness pushed against the opening of her vagina. He placed the gun against the tip of her nose and said, “Don’t make me separate your beauty from your body.” He paused. “I don’t want to do you like that.”
Nine closed her eyes and held her anger inside. Her body was as stiff as a corpse.
As Gates eased into her, he looked over at Leaf, loving the look of hate on his face. “I don’t have to tell you why I’m doing this,” he continued as he pushed deeper into Nine’s center. “I think you already know but if I must, I will.” His body began dripping with thick sweat. “You have to understand how hard it was for me to lose my daughter.” He made his strokes long and wide with the focus being to enjoy the tightness of her body and to get revenge on Leaf at the same time. “So now I’m going to take a little pussy before—” He bit down on his bottom lip. “Oh…you have to excuse me for a minute, man. I knew this pussy was good but I never thought it would feel like this.”
Gates quieted down as he continued to rape Nine roughly. Although Leaf was inflamed with anger, Nine was cool and calm. She managed to go elsewhere in her mind since she’d been physically abused before and detached from her experiences.
When he was about to reach an orgasm he said, “Damn, man, I thought I’d be able to last longer th
an this.” He looked into Leaf’s eyes before gazing down at Nine whose expression was blank as a white sheet of paper. “But when you got pussy as good as this you gotta give in to it.”
At the point of ecstasy, he removed his penis and splashed his semen onto the top of her stomach. When he was emptied he wiped a little with the tip of his finger, walked over to Leaf, pulled down the gag covering his mouth and spread his nut on the top of Leaf’s lip before putting the gag back in place.
Leaf went into a violent outbreak with another man’s cream on his mouth and he almost freed himself until Gates stole him with a hard right, forcing him into temporary sanity.
“Calm down,” he laughed. “I’m about to put you out of your misery in a minute. Soon you’ll forget all about this bitch. Soon you’ll forget about everything.”
When he was done he walked back over to Nine and stood at the head of the bed again stroking his now limp dick. The sleekness of her body due to his sweat made her look oily, disgusting even. It was a far cry from how he perceived her since their first encounter.
“Well, Nine, I must admit, you were as good as I thought you would be but now I must let you go.” He picked up the gun that sat on the edge of the bed while he raped her. “It was such a pleasure but I can’t allow you or your husband to live after what you took from me.
“You probably don’t know this, or even care, but because of you my wife left me and took my only remaining daughter after Dymond was murdered by Kerrick. And I know you didn’t have anything to do with that, but your husband did.” He looked at Leaf. “He was responsible for both of my daughters being murdered and I could not deal with him being alive. Ever. First, I wanted to take you for myself but you wouldn’t go with the program. Now it’s too late.”
He was about to pull the trigger when Nine thrust her leg slightly to the right. It was the first movement she made since his defilement of her body and he was interested in what she was trying to say.
Instead of killing her like his mind suggested, he removed the gag from her mouth and said, “So you have a few final words after all?” He chuckled.
“Do you think your daughters had pussies wetter than mine?” she asked with a sly grin.
The smug smile disappeared from his mug when he heard her statement. “Excuse me?”
“I asked do you think your daughters had wetter pussies than me?”
Irritated, he was about to fire until she said, “What about the one daughter left? The one who is still living that was supposed to be with your wife?” She paused having gained his complete attention. “Do you know where she is, Sir Gates? Because I do.”
He searched her eyes for a joke but saw none. Besides, he’d known Nine long enough to realize when she was serious and at the moment she was humorless. “What are you talking about? Where is my daughter?”
“You know, at first, when I found out who she was, I thought you sent her here for some strange reason. But after speaking to my accountant and learning that she was siphoning money from my bank accounts, a few hundred at a time, I realized she tried to get at me and Leaf on her own. That you were clueless that your daughter came here to get revenge for my husband killing her siblings.” She readjusted herself as much as she could with the binds around her arms. “But she was out of her league. Wasn’t she?”
His body trembled. “Are you saying that my daughter is…in this house?”
Silence.
Quickly he rushed to the head of the bed and released the ropes. Now that Leaf heard why Nine kept Banker beneath the house, everything made sense.
Gates grabbed a fistful of her hair in the back of her scalp and pushed and shoved her toward the basement, but he couldn’t enter. When they made it to the door, she stared at it and then Gates. “You can kill me now if you want to but I will never tell you how to get inside unless you release my husband.”
Angry at how she attempted to have the upper hand, he shoved her back toward the bedroom. Once there he placed a gun to Leaf’s head. “I will fucking kill this nigga! Do you hear me? I’ll fucking kill him. Is that what you want? Do you even care?”
“If you kill my husband I will die with him and still, I will never open that door.” She looked into his eyes, hoping that he could feel her seriousness. “You know that what I am saying is true.” She turned around and showed him her back, still chewed up from Kerrick’s lashes. “And if you are considering torture, think again. I have endured it all. You can do whatever you want to me but that door will remain locked and your daughter will die a horrible death. Of starvation. The worst kind!” She paused. “Is that what you want your only child to go through?”
She looked at Gates but avoided eye contact with Leaf. Although he never said, he stood by the motto the United States held. And it was to never negotiate with terrorists.
“Do what you must, Gates,” Nine said still avoiding eye contact with her husband. “I am waiting.”
Seething mad, Gates placed the gun next to Leaf’s head, cocked and pulled the trigger. Nine didn’t move, although a urine droplet trickled down her inner thigh that they couldn’t see.
When he saw how cold she was, he looked into her eyes. “You really don’t care, do you?” He paused. “That explains why he was already tied up.”
Nine was confused.
“Release my husband and put down your weapon, or I will not free your daughter.” She paused. “On that, Sir Gates, I will not waiver.”
****
Instead of freeing Leaf, Gates instructed his men to move him, still bound to the wooden chair, to the living room. But to appease Nine for the moment, he released her aunt Lisa, her uncles and their mother Bridget. Her new family members stood behind the chair Leaf sat on while Gates’ men maintained their guns aimed at the family.
“Okay, I let them go. Now open this door so I can see my baby girl. If she’s really here, then I’ll release everyone.”
Nine grabbed a device off of the floor, slid a small grey panel to the side, and placed her entire hand on the touchpad and the door leading to the basement slid open. Gates followed Nine down three flights of stairs before stopping upon a large room. She slid the panel aside and placed her palm on the pad, opening a room with a prison. Two cells were filled with Alice and Banker. However, there was no touchpad to open the cells, otherwise Gates would’ve killed her, cut off her hand and freed them with her cold palm.
“Nine, please let me out,” Alice screamed, grabbing the bars and stuffing her face through them. “I can’t stay in here anymore! I can’t take the dark! It talks to me!”
Nine ignored her. What she had planned for her cousin could not be altered with words.
As Alice continued to yell, Banker’s eyes fixated on her father. Slowly they moved toward each other, the thick iron bars separating them.
Beside himself with grief, he placed his hands on the bars and looked into her eyes. “Berry, what are you doing in here?” He called her by her birth name, not the fake name she adopted of Banker Troy. “I thought you were in Aruba with your mother.”
“I’m sorry, daddy,” she said with a low head. “I wanted to…to get them back for what they did to me. Now look.” She exhaled. “I’m so sorry, daddy. I never wanted to put you through this.”
Slowly he turned around and faced Nine. “What do you want?”
When he heard gun blasts upstairs, Gates knew what happened. Nine managed to alert her soldiers that there was danger using the device in her hand. The one that fell on the floor when they knocked her over the head and now his men were dead.
When Nine left Antonius earlier, he handed her the device, having no idea how he may have saved her life. After the Russians came to the property, Antonius intended to do whatever he could to protect her, so only one push of the button would let him know that she was in trouble.
Within seconds, Antonius, Leaf, and three other men from the Legion rushed down the stairs. Everyone was surprised at Nine’s makeshift prison and how much trouble she’d gone through t
o keep people incarcerated.
With guns aimed at Gates, he knew what was up. Slowly he looked down at the floor and then at Banker before placing his weapon on the ground.
He surrendered.
As he raised his hands into the air, Nine walked toward a wall directly across from him. She removed a panel, which revealed a small safe. After entering the code into the keypad, it popped open and she took out a set of keys. She removed one and handed it to Leaf. She also gave him Gates’ weapon. “You can kill him or beat him. It is your choice.”
Nine strolled toward the door and her men followed, before closing the door behind them.
“Get on your knees,” Leaf ordered Gates.
He complied and said, “I guess there is no chance I can convince you not to kill me.”
Through clenched teeth, he said, “Not a chance in hell.”
“Please,” Gates said, “I’m not ready to die.”
“I had big plans for you, Gates, but I can work with this situation just the same. Do you remember me saying that there would come a time when you would beg me for mercy? We’ve come to that moment.”
Gates in that second knew that his pleas were of no use.
He was going to die.
“I dreamed about this moment,” Leaf continued as he looked down at him. “When you and I would be alone.” He walked around Gates’ body before stopping behind him. He peered down at the center of his head. “I imagined choking you, or stabbing you until I saw your eyes roll behind your head.”
“Please don’t kill my father,” Banker whispered from behind the cell bars.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” he yelled pointing at her.
She backed up into the cell and sat down on the bed.
“And now I realize you aren’t worth it.”
Gates laughed and slowly shook his head from left to right. “You know what’s wrong with you Prophets? Besides the fact that you fuck each other? You honestly believe that you are the only ones entitled to revenge. Like you’re the only ones who hurt or feel pain!” He paused. “You took two of my daughters away from me!” he cried. “Two of them! If the shoe was on the other foot, and it had been your family, you would’ve taken me out a long time ago!”
