Twisted Revenge

by Danielle James

  “You should see if you can catch Laurel before spring break is over. Don’t fuck things up with her.” I warned her.

  “I already did. She doesn’t want to talk to me.”

  “Laurel is a sweet girl, she’ll talk to you…I’m sure.”

  “I don’t know. She hasn’t been answering any of my texts.”

  “Have you gone to see her? Why yall kids always texting?” My accent came through as I frowned. Christina laughed a little and shook her head.

  “No, sir I haven’t gone to see her yet. She’s staying with Cami and Xavier.”

  “Go see her. Hang out. Forget about the old man you just fucked.”

  “Mmm.” She moaned playfully. “I don’t know about that.” I gave her a stern look and she wiped the smile from her face.

  We both were heading out of my office when we almost collided with Camilla. “Shit! You two scared the fuck out of me!” She cursed. “I was just coming to find you.” She said with her hand on her chest.

  “What’s up baby girl?” I smiled. Camilla shot Christina the look of death before smiling sweetly at me. I figured it was over Laurel so I ignored it but Chris looked hurt.

  “I wanted to have lunch with you Dad.” She beamed.

  “Can I come?” Chris asked.

  “Didn’t invite you.” Camilla replied coldly but was all smiles once she looked at me again.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you, Camilla?” Chris snapped angrily. I felt an icy chill come from Camilla once she finally fixed her eyes on her little sister. Something made me cut in. I feared for Chris’ poor feelings. My daughter was never one to mince words if she was angry. I’d learned that by listening to the tongue lashings Dana had received from her. If she acted that way towards her little sister, it would crush her. No matter how much of a fire cracker Christina was, she was no match for Camilla.

  “Look, ladies…calm down okay? Chris, can you finish that pile of papers over there? I’m gonna go to lunch with Camilla.” Immediately I threw an arm around my child and dragged her down the hall. “Jesus Camilla, what the hell is going on with you and Christina?” I frowned.

  “Last night she just broke up with Laurel for some guy that she lost her virginity to. I didn’t even know she’d lost her damn virginity! So on top of being an asshole and making Laurel cry, she’s keeping secrets from me of all people!” I sucked in a breath and shook my head slowly.

  “That’s pretty messed up but do you tell Christina everything going on with you?” I asked slyly. “I mean I’m sure there’s someone you’re messing around with that she has no idea about. I know you and Xavier do the open relationship thing…right?” Camilla’s eyes darted around before she nodded her head. “Okay then. Cut her some slack.” I smiled.

  “But this is her virginity we’re talking about. I’ve been fucking. That’s nothing new. This…this is something new.” She had that determined look in her eyes and it made me leery. “I’m gonna find out who it is, Dad. Watch me.”

  I cringed inside. Camilla would prove to be a problem if she didn’t calm down.

  Our lunch was over abruptly once a text came through on Camilla’s phone. She got her food to go and apologized profusely to me before giving me kisses and rushing out of the door.

  Manny.

  There was no other explanation for her almost giddy exit from the restaurant. It burned me up inside to know she jumped when he said so. It wasn’t right. He was supposed to be her father figure while I was out of the picture. All she knew was Manny as her father. Why the hell was she so comfortable fucking him?

  My mind raced to all the familiar avenues.

  Did he molest her when she was little?

  How long has he been wanting to fuck her?

  Did he at least wait until she was 18?

  Does he have any remorse at all?

  I paid for the food on the table and stood to leave. “Pastor White?” A cute, small voice came from behind me. I looked down and saw the most adorable little blonde haired girl gazing up at me with her parents standing not too far away. I knelt down and smiled at her. “Well who do we have here?” I beamed.

  “I’m Olivia. I come to New Grace all the Sundays to hear you!” She couldn’t have been more than 5. I gave her a hug and tousled her blonde curls.

  “Very good little one. Thank you.” I chuckled. She rocked back and forth on her feet and nodded. “You must be a little angel then, huh? I thought I had some special angels protecting me. I knew I was right.” Olivia’s face brightened even more and I thought her rosy cheeks would pop if she grinned any harder. Her parents walked forward and thanked me for changing their lives and for being such a dynamic preacher.

  I posed for pictures with them and paid for their food before leaving. Shit like that happened all the time. It was normal fair, being a pastor at New Grace.

  I was in my car when I got a call from a Santo Domingo number. I smiled before picking up. “Rashad, how’d it go seeing Dana again?” I asked.

  “It went as expected. She ran and locked herself in the bedroom.” A cold chuckle escaped him. “Fucking cunt.”

  “Did you see her again before she left?” I knew once Dana saw her brother that she would avoid him at all costs after that.

  “Yeah, I personally handled her room, but she mainly sent her assistant to deal with me.” He remarked.

  “So uh, you must have gotten to know her assistant I take it?” I laughed into the phone. Still the same old Rashad.

  “Oh yeah, I got to know her. I got to know her all over the break room and all over Dana’s suite when she wasn’t there.” I rubbed a hand over my face and shook my head. I could never tell what Rashad was going to do. That’s why he was an asset and a fucking liability.

  “So you feel like taking an extended vacation to Florida, Rashad? Dana could use some distractions,” I told him.

  “Yeah, I’m down. I’m tired of her doing all this fucking running. Plus, I have a bone to pick with Emmanuel too.”

  “You let me pick that bone.” I said gruffly into the phone. “You’re place is just to unnerve your sister and get her to face some of the shit she did. Who better than you?”

  “Nobody better than me.” He scoffed.

  “Exactly. She can’t run away from her past forever.” I stared at the clear sky and smirked at the thought of Dana’s face when she saw her brother in Florida.

  Time to stop running, Dana.

  Chapter Nine

  Emmanuel

  Dana had been back from her tour stop for days, but she wasn’t talking. She kept to herself and wouldn’t even come in the house to pester me about marriage counseling. Good.

  Whatever she ran into down there, I hope it shook her up and made her remember where she came from and what she did to get where she’s at. I turned my attention to my phone where the headlines told of yet another unarmed black man getting shot by the police. I clenched my jaw and scrolled to something else. “Pastor, can I show you something?” Mary’s voice pierced the air in my jet causing me to look up. I’d just finished an interview with Time about the exponential growth of New Grace in the past year and where I was poised to go beyond this point.

  Now I was headed back to Florida and my team was with me. Mary handed me her phone so I could see an email she’d gotten that was meant for me. I took her phone and read the screen.

  Pastor Scott,

  I am the mother of Dexter Harris who was shot and killed brutally by the Florida Police weeks ago. I’m emailing you in hopes that you can help me to stop the unrest going on in the inner city neighborhoods. The rioting, the violence, the fear.

  Dexter wouldn’t have wanted any of this. He was a good boy and none of this is being done in his name. I couldn’t think of anyone who had a bigger platform in Florida than you.

  Could some community organizers and I please utilize New Grace to make a plea to our neighborhoods to stop all the unrest? I am not asking you to speak I just would like your help for visibility.

 
; I hope you’ll understand.

  Monique Harris

  I lowered the phone and looked at Mary. She stared back awaiting my response. I knew taking on a politically charged rally would either help or hurt New Grace tremendously. Either way, we would be thrust into the mainstream eye. I stroked my chin and looked at the message from Mrs. Harris again. “What are you going to say to her?” Mary asked, breaking apart my chain of thoughts.

  “I’m gonna discuss it with everyone first, then make a decision,” I remarked. I’d already made the choice in my mind though.

  I made a beeline for home when I touched down. I wanted to shower and go to sleep so I could call a meeting of Trev, Xavier, Dana and their assistants. We needed to discuss the email from Mrs. Harris. I’d honestly rather skip Dana but she happened to also be the head of our media relations department. I’d given her the job when we were still Florida’s power couple. Now every time something had to be pushed to the media, she had to weigh in on it. She would be getting relieved from her position soon.

  “Hey!” A voice chirped as soon as I stepped in the door. The smell of cooking food wafted through the air and made my stomach growl. Camilla was standing in the kitchen wearing a pair of boy shorts that barely covered her round ass and a thin, tight t-shirt that let me know she wasn’t wearing a bra. My dick stood.

  She melted into me with a hug and I kissed her soft lips. Her eyes were closed as she peppered me with kisses. “Emmanuel, I missed you so fucking much.” She exhaled against my mouth and I felt something clench the pit of my stomach.

  “I missed you too,” I told her before lifting her off her feet. Camilla’s legs wrapped around my waist and I sat her on the kitchen island. Her hands rubbed my head and my hands stripped her shirt off. Hearing her ragged breaths made me move faster to undress her. Saying I missed her was an understatement. I’d wanted to take her with me but I knew it was a stupid move. I was away from her for days and all I could think about was the moment we were tangled in right now.

  With her arms wrapped around my neck and my dick pushing against her wet opening, Camilla was squirming against me, begging with her body. Usually, I’d make her wait but fuck that.

  I needed her.

  I sank my dick deep in her pussy and she moaned out, digging her nails into my skin through my shirt. “Emmanuel!” She shouted into the air. It made me fuck her harder.

  She was so slick with creamy juices that I kept glancing down at my own dick just to see it covered in her wetness. Camilla felt so good.

  She leaned in to slip her tongue in my mouth and I grabbed a fistful of her long hair. Our tongues danced around and probed hungrily while I dug deep in her warm cunt.

  “I know you’re ready to cum,” I said in her ear.

  “Yes!” She cried out. Her pussy gripped my dick.

  “Cum on my dick, Camilla.” No sooner than the words left my mouth, she flooded my dick with her wetness. The splashing noise it made sent me overboard and I shot into her like a hot explosion. “Fuck!” I groaned out. I kissed and bit her neck and she squeezed my dick even more. She drained every drop out of me.

  “Don't leave me for days anymore." She smiled before sliding off of me.

  “You needed to be away from me anyway,” I said.

  “I don’t like it though. I wanna be able to tell you to come when I call,” she giggled.

  “That only works for me,” I said sternly. I made my way to the shower and she followed me. “Your little ass still doesn’t know who’s in control huh?”

  “I am,” She purred. I landed a hard slap to her ass and she yelped.

  “Who is, Camilla?” I backed her into the shower with my hand around her throat. The water soaked into her shirt making it become nearly transparent. The outline of her breasts served to make my dick erect again. Camilla’s body was always calling to me. She didn’t need to know that though because then she would think she had some fucking control over our situation.

  She still wouldn’t answer me and it pissed me off but she looked so sexy drenched in water that she was on the verge of getting fucked again. “So you’re forgetting shit since I’ve been gone for a few days?” She attempted to suck in a breath and I closed my hand tighter around her slender neck. She grabbed at my hand and I let her go so that she could speak. “You have something to say?” I asked. Camilla gasped and sucked in air.

  “You’re in charge,” she whimpered. “I’m sorry,” she hugged me and I bit her ear gently.

  “You’re just so fucking stubborn,” I sighed and grabbed her ass in my hand.

  “Because I don’t like being controlled all the time.” She pushed her wet hair from her face and looked up at me with drops of water clinging to the tips of her long lashes.

  “But you can’t get enough of me,” I smirked at her. I watched her pull her shirt off and let it fall outside the shower doors.

  “I know,” she slid her hand up my chest. “I can’t.” Hearing her say that made me want something from her. I wasn’t sure what though. I watched as she washed between her thighs and the want grew inside of me. I diffused the thought by hoisting her high up against the shower wall and resting her thighs on my shoulders.

  “I can’t get enough of you either. You know that though, don’t you?” I spoke with my face against her pussy. I opened her lips with the tip of my nose and rubbed her clit with it. I lapped and sucked on her pussy, making her squirt herself all over me. I couldn’t tell what was shower water and what was Camilla.

  What a fucking homecoming.

  “Cami, I’ve been thinking about some things.” I made a plate of food she fixed.

  “Like what?” She asked. Her wet hair was pulled up on top of her head and she wore a sexy little one piece short outfit.

  “You need a fucking job,” I told her. She tossed her head back and laughed loudly.

  “A job? Are you serious, Emmanuel?” She covered her mouth and laughed more. “I’m fine. Thank you though.” I cocked my head to the side and waited for her to realize her error. In true Camilla fashion, she didn’t.

  “I wasn’t asking if you wanted one. I’m telling you that you need one. You’re going to get one.”

  “Emmanuel, stop doing that shit. You know I don’t like when you try to control my life. When we fuck, that’s one thing but don’t try to…” I slapped the table top and she jumped. I was tired of hearing her incessant yipping about what the fuck I would or wouldn’t do.

  “You’re going to be the new media coordinator for New Grace. You’re gonna take Dana’s spot at the head of media relations.”

  “Emmanuel, I don’t know about any of that shit.” She whined.

  “It doesn’t matter. You’ll learn. You’ll have to train under Dana for a few weeks but I need her out of that position.”

  “So you swap the old bitch you were fucking for the new one?” She quipped with a raised brow. I shut my eyes against her words for a moment and let out a breath.

  “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m doing.” I told her slowly. “Do you have a fucking problem with it?”

  “Yes. I do.” She spoke through gritted teeth. “I don’t want to have to work alongside her.”

  “You will. It will be good for you.” I motioned for her to sit in my lap and she did. She was still a good girl. “It’ll be a quick two weeks just to get you acclimated to everything.” She was quiet. “Camilla,” I said in her ear. “Stop pouting before I fuck your mouth.” She swallowed and bit her bottom lip.

  “Maybe that’s what I want.” She spoke softly and if she wasn’t right in my lap, I wouldn’t have heard her.

  “Yeah?” I crept my fingers up and down her spine making her arch her back. My dick was so hard. It was going to be a fucking train wreck trying to get out of the house to go to New Grace later. Maybe staying away from Camilla for days wasn’t the best idea because all I wanted to do was fuck her senseless.

  I jerked my hands away from Camilla’s back when I heard the side door open and close and Christina
walk in, talking on the phone. She almost didn’t see us sitting at the table.

  Almost.

  Camilla stood up and took my plate to the sink without acknowledging her sister.

  “Um…hi?” Chris said. Her voice was confused as she ended whatever call she was on.

  Shit. I had to save face.

  “Cami, is your head better?” I asked, walking over to her at the sink. She nodded and laid her head on my chest complete with a faux sniffle and everything.

  “Are you okay, Cami?” Christina asked, placing a hand on her back. Camilla shrugged her sister’s touch off and moved closer to me.

  “I just…I need to lay down,” she whispered. I looked at Christina and frowned with concern.

  “Hey, I’m gonna take her upstairs. I’ll be right back.” I put my hand on the small of her back and guided her up the stairs. Once we were out of earshot I let out a pent-up sigh. “Shit,” I cursed.

  “I know,” Camilla frowned and rubbed her forehead. I opened the door to her old room and then closed it behind us.

  “Let me go see what Chris wants, okay?” I looked into her green eyes and I could feel what was coming next. She leaned in and kissed me so softly. I rubbed the back of her neck and she pressed harder into me. “Camilla…not with your sister downstairs.”

  “Fuck her.” She snapped. “Plus it’s always more fun when we could get caught.”

  Her hands were quick and already down my pants stroking me to an erection. I leaned my head back and let her tiny hands work their magic bringing my dick back to life.

  When I was fully hard, she knelt in front of me and put her hot mouth on the head of my dick. I rubbed her messy hair and shoved myself deeper in her mouth. I knew as soon as she put her mouth on me that I was going to coat the back of her throat with cum.

  I tangled my fingers in her hair and slid in and out of her mouth. The sloppy sound of her saliva slipping against my skin, made me thrust into her mouth even harder. I pulled her head from my dick and looked into her eyes. She wanted me to fuck her so bad I cold feel it emanating from her. “No,” I told her.