Blackness Awaits

by Karlsson, Norma Jeanne

  “We have an audience, Kel,” I admonish pulling his hand from my ass. He growls and crushes his mouth to mine in a not appropriate in public kiss. I go right along with him massaging his tongue with mine rocking my hips against him and releasing a small whimper when he pulls away. He places a quick chaste kiss on my mouth before pulling back.

  “Just a preview,” he rumbles as he puts me down to go play with his friends. At least I’m not the one with a hard on. As I climb out of the pool and wrap myself in a towel Finn comes outside.

  “Hey Finn,” I call. His face is dark as he watches me walk toward him. “What’s wrong?” He nods his head indicating I follow him inside. I look at Butch who smiles at me to go ahead. I follow Finn inside, shivering a little as the air conditioning hits my wet body.

  “Just got off with Cooper,” Finn says flatly.

  “Okay,” I encourage him to go on.

  “Did you kill someone?” I gasp and wait to catch my breath before I respond.

  “What?” I say because I honestly don’t know what else to say.

  “When Mancini’s crew had you. Did you kill one of his guys?” he asks pointedly.

  “Yes,” I answer blankly because I still don’t feel shit about it.

  “Well someone got word to what’s left of the Mancini Crime Family and they’re lookin’ for retribution. Why didn’t you tell us?” His voice is pained as he pulls me into his chest. I wrap my arms around his waist and let him hold me. “I can’t do this again, Kid. I can’t fuckin’ have you in danger again.”

  “Kiddo?” I hear Kel’s concerned voice call from the other side of the room. I look over to him and he stalks toward Finn and me sensing there’s a problem. Finn squeezes me once more and passes me off to Kel who looks into my eyes with a little fear dancing in the teal pools.

  “We’ve got a problem,” I whisper and he engulfs me in his arms smashing me into his godly chest.

  “I’ll get everyone so we can talk,” Finn says moving away from us. Kel holds me close, rubbing his hands up and down my back until everybody makes their way into the great room.

  “Fuck it’s cold in here.” Karl cringes. Kel let’s go of me, turns me to face the group and then wraps both his arms around my shoulders pulling me roughly into him. Butch sits on the couch with Johnny asleep on his shoulder while everyone else stands and waits to listen to Finn.

  “Cooper called me. What’s left of the Mancini family are lookin’ for Kid,” Finn explains quickly.

  “NO!” every voice in the room booms causing my son to jump. Kel’s arms constrict around me tighter.

  “Why?” Kel asks in a heaved breath.

  “I killed someone while they had me,” I say in something resembling a whisper. The room is silent other than the whir of the air conditioning. I wait.

  “What?” Kavy asks the horrified question the whole group wants to know.

  “When Nicky first got there he immediately had to stop the almost rapist,” I wince at the memory as does the room. “He put me in the bathtub right after that incident because my backside was raw. Unfortunately, Mancini’s team came back while Nicky was in the bathroom with me. Mancini was on the phone and Nicky had to play Scarso. That meant I was left alone in the bathroom with a guy from the team. Nicky gave him a warning not to touch me but the language Nicky used in that threat wasn’t specific enough.” My vague language isn’t helping here. All of the eyes on me are demanding details.

  “Nicky told him not to put his dick in me. The guy figured he could still touch me. When he tried I touched him first and drowned him.” And I still feel nothing.

  “Good girl,” Butch calls from the couch cradling Johnny a little tighter.

  “I got some other bad news,” Finn pipes before anyone else can get started. “You’ve been subpoenaed as a defense witness for Governor Grady. You have to be back in Chicago September twenty-second,” Finn finishes in a grumbled huff.

  “That’s a convenient fuckin’ coincidence. The Mancini family gunnin’ for me and Grady’s people leadin’ me to ’em,” I growl glancing around the room at my protective men. “I’ll get to be home for my birthday.” I try to lighten the mood but it has absolutely no effect on my men.

  “No fuckin’ way Kiddo. Not happenin’,” Kel growls in my ear. All eyes are on us now.

  “Kid you can’t be considering this,” Cally shakes his head in disbelief.

  “Absolutely not! There’s no way in hell I’m lettin’ you do that,” Sully bellows staring straight into my soul with his chocolate eyes.

  “Over my dead fuckin’ body are you doin’ that,” Kavy seethes moving toward me. He bends to my face only inches away. “You’re not fuckin’ doin’ it.”

  “Aaron, get outta her face,” Karl orders strongly. “She hasn’t even done anything and you’re all over her. Back the hell off.” Kavy grunts but backs away.

  “Shannon, what do you think?” Karl asks politely.

  “I don’t know,” I answer honestly. I don’t know what to do. Obviously, Gov. Grady and Mancini are still working together and want something from me again. What threat could I possibly be to them at this point? I have the feeling now that me killing the guy in the bathroom is out, shit just got a lot more dangerous for me. I look at my son and see Butch is thinking the same thing as me. He’s cradling Johnny even closer and tighter than he was a minute ago.

  “If they’ve subpoenaed me you all know I have no choice. I have to be in Chicago for the trial. We can try to motion for my removal but you know it won’t work. They’re comin’ for me regardless if I’m here or in Chicago,” I say without waver.

  “No one will get you,” Thomas snarls. I look at his face and see his determination is infallible, but I know he can’t keep me safe if they want me.

  “What do you guys want me to do?” I ask the group of caveman panting around me.

  No one responds. They know I’m right but they aren’t going to admit it out loud. We all stand in silence letting our brains get a handle on this.

  “Let’s sleep on it guys. We don’t have to figure everything out this minute. Let me talk to Nicky and Pappy. Nothing’s gonna happen this weekend anyway with it bein’ a holiday Monday. We can go back outside and enjoy our barbecue and deal with this tomorrow,” I say confidently.

  “I agree with Shannon. We aren’t gonna figure it out freezin’ are balls off in here,” Karl responds with a shiver in his voice. The guys grumble but move back outside. Butch offers me a sad smile before heading back out to the lounger leaving Kel and me to some privacy.

  I turn around in Kel’s arms and gaze up into his stormy eyes. I cup his cheek with my hand and he turns placing a kiss on my palm.

  “Kiddo, I can’t fuckin’ do this. I’m serious. I know you wanna think about it, but I can’t let you do this,” he says in a soft pained voice. I don’t respond because I don’t have a choice. If I don’t go to Chicago, someone from Chicago is coming here, plus a warrant for my arrest will be issued if I don’t show for the trial. I prefer to be on offense in life. I’ll talk to Nicky and Pappy, but I know I have to do this. I have to go back to Chicago so I don’t end up in a blackness I can’t fight my way out of.

  Kellerman

  My inner caveman that I pushed deep within after our conversation on the way home from Seattle has broken free with a vengeance. After the barbecue shut down all the guys headed to Flannery’s and Butch went home. Kid put Johnny to bed and I attacked her. I kissed and licked every inch of her body before burying myself inside her. I laid on top of her pinning her to the bed beneath me growling and panting like an animal as I thrust. Kid submitted (I use that term beyond loosely) to my aggression and held me tightly against her. I came hard as soon as her orgasm peaked and collapsed on top of her staying buried within nuzzling into her neck.

  “Feel better?” Kid asks with a hint of teasing in her voice.

  “No,” I say in a pout. That earns me a snicker.

  “Well I feel good and marked, caveman.”


  “Good.”

  “Has your IQ dropped down to a single word sentence capability?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well I’m gonna go to the bathroom while you go search for your club.” She moves to slide from beneath me, but I press my hips into hers forcing her to remain attached to me.

  “No,” I grunt. She runs her hands gently over my cheek pulling at me to look at her. When I meet her gaze I know she’s already decided about Chicago. I know I’ve lost before I even start.

  “I love you,” she says softly. “Everything will be fine.” Her face changes to a pale washed shade quickly before I have the chance to respond. She pushes me hard in the chest before cupping a hand over her mouth. She’s going to puke. I jump off the bed as she flies past me barely making it to the toilet.

  I grab a washcloth wetting it in the sink before laying it across her neck. I pull her hair from her fist that’s holding it from her face and tie one of her hair things around it. I’m no professional but it does the trick. She keeps trying to stand up but immediately doubles back over each time emptying her stomach more. Five times she does that as I stand behind her and watch. When she collapses against the cool tiled walls, I figure she’s done for now. I hand her a small glass of water so she can rinse her mouth. As she swishes it around she starts to shake all over. Fuck she’s sick.

  I scoop her up in my arms and carry her back to bed, gently laying her down. Grabbing some sweats I pull them up over my hips before running down the stairs to get some supplies. I’m back in a couple of minutes with a puke bowl, saltines, water and some fever medicine. She’s back in the toilet puking. When I make my way into the bathroom she’s curled in a ball on the floor naked and shaking. I scoop her up again putting her in bed. I go to the dressing room and get out a long sleeve T-shirt and some yoga pants for her. I pull her into my lap and dress her as fast as I can without causing too much disruption. Once dressed she stays in my lap pressed against my chest. I scoot across the bed and lean against the headboard holding her to me. Her shaking has stopped and her breathing is more even now.

  “Stomach flu?” I ask softly.

  “Came outta nowhere,” she huffs. “You’ll have to feed Johnny the frozen milk. I don’t want him gettin’ this.”

  “I’ve got it. Don’t worry about the baby. You feel any better?”

  “I feel fine actually, just wiped.”

  “Let’s get some sleep and maybe it’ll pass quickly,” I suggest hoping she doesn’t stay sick long. My son loves me, but I’m a distant second to his momma. If he doesn’t have access to boobs things get ugly. She nods in agreement and I slide down keeping her close to my body. She’s asleep before I turn the lamp out.

  Kavanagh

  “Oh yes…fuck yes…give me that big dick! Yeah just like that…ugh yes…I love the way you fuck me…yes…YES!” Brittney (Whitney?) screams as I fuck her from behind. I keep a hold of her hips and pound into her wishing she’d stopping talking. Her voice is high and shrill, she makes Fran Drescher sound appealing. Sweat drips from my brow landing on the small of her back where a tramp stamp of something that was surely meant to be sexy (that isn’t) stares back at me. I close my eyes and focus. Two minutes later I find my release. Finally! I brought this chick home at 3:30 a.m. and it’s past 5:00 a.m. now…too much work or actually, too many dicks before mine.

  “Thanks. You want me to call you a cab?” I ask pulling the condom off and dropping it on the floor. I’ll remember to pick it up.

  “I’ll just sleep a while and call one when I wake up,” she says in a voice that should be sweet but is grinding on my nerves.

  “No slumber party tonight, Brittney,” I say handing her dress to her.

  “It’s Whitney,” she huffs. Well there you go. Good reason not to want to sleep in my bed. “And I’m tired. I’ll leave later.”

  “Yeah, not gonna happen. You need to go.” I hear Johnny screaming and hope that freaks her the fuck out.

  “What’s that?” she asks like it’s a sound never heard by human ears before.

  “A baby,” I say with a questioning tone.

  “Yours?”

  “Kind of.”

  “Kind of?”

  Fuck I don’t have the energy for this and Johnny’s still wailing. Kid always has a boob in his mouth by now. I feel concern creeping up my spine. I grab sweats off the floor and pull them up my hips quickly.

  “You need to go. Now,” I command darkly. She rolls her eyes and pulls her dress over her head and slides her fuck me heels on. I open the door to my room to see a half naked Kellerman struggling with Johnny down the hall.

  “Wow. He’s next,” Whitney purrs from beside me ogling Kellerman’s back as he descends the stairs. This chick has a death wish. O’Sullivan and Cal come out of their rooms at the same time as I’m leading the trash down the hallway.

  “What’s wrong with the baby?” Cal asks pulling a T-shirt over his head.

  “Is this some kind of hot playground for women or something?” Whitney asks eye fucking my roommates. I push my hand into the small of her back a little more firmly causing her to stumble forward. “Hey,” she protests.

  “Move faster,” I bark.

  “Are you always an asshole after you come?” she seethes starting down the stairs.

  “Nope, only after I have to fake it,” I snark. She gasps and moves quicker. Johnny is screaming like a banshee at this point and I see Kellerman pulling frozen milk out. Something’s wrong. Kellerman’s calm as he starts to heat a pot of water on the stove with one hand, the baby cradled in the other.

  As the guys and I hit the bottom stair I point Whitney toward the front door and walk away from the clinger. Fuck I hope she gets a clue.

  “What’s goin’ on? Where’s Kid?” I ask Kellerman as O’Sullivan takes Johnny trying to calm him down with shushing and bouncing (not working).

  “Kid got sick last night. She doesn’t want Johnny to get sick so I’m on duty. As you can hear he’s not happy,” Kellerman says in a chuckle. Johnny is the biggest tit man in the house. If he’s too far away from a pair he lets you know about it, otherwise the kid’s silent and happy all the time or sleeping. “Your random doesn’t seem to know your rules.” Kellerman indicates with his chin over my shoulder.

  I turn to see her standing there with a hand on her hip waiting. For what, I don’t know.

  “Your phone dead?” I ask curtly.

  “No,” she huffs.

  “Your brain dead?” I ask with a small amount of threat in my voice. My patience is gone, my nephew needs attention and Kid’s sick…bitch needs to go. Cal takes Johnny to try his hand at calming the screams.

  “I’m not a hooker you can just throw outta here like trash,” she spouts louder than I’m comfortable with.

  “Coulda fooled me,” I say taking steps toward her. “Get the fuck outta my house before I remove you myself. You were willin’ to let me fuck you after I said two words to you last night. Not the way to get a guy to want you to stick around. You’ve served your purpose…now go.”

  I’ll never understand women like her. Behave like a slut and I’ll treat you like one. Why are you shocked by that? I don’t expect a woman to treat me like anything but the asshole I am. I offer nothing and don’t expect anything in return. Just fucking. Maybe I need to put a sign on my door that stipulates the rules of entry.

  “You fucking piece of shit!” she wails at the top of her lungs and swings an arm out to smack me. I step out of her reach easily causing her to stumble in her heels. Her screaming has ramped up Johnny’s hysteria.

  “Kav,” O’Sullivan growls in a warning to me to get this shit under control. I haven’t had a crazy like this in years. I’m a little out of practice. She swings at me again and I dodge it again. What the fuck?

  “HEY!” Kid screams from the top of the stairs. Oh shit! She’s seething. Whitney stops in her tracks at the sound of a female voice and quirks an eyebrow in her direction. Bad idea. Kid thunders down the stairs
and stops only inches from Whitney. Kid’s tall and even in heels Whitney’s at a disadvantage.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Whitney scoffs. Kid glances at me and I shrug giving her the go ahead to lay this chick out.

  “I’m the person that’s about twenty seconds from beating the shit outta you. Get the fuck outta my house,” Kid seethes quietly trying not to alarm her son that is screaming ten feet away.

  “Which one do you belong to? I’m thinkin’ about comin’ back for round two, three and four,” Whitney says condescendingly. Yeah the bitch definitely has a death wish. Kid is completely calm like always, but I can tell she’s on a razor’s edge right now. She’s also sick so I’m a little worried about her having to wipe the floor with this bitch.

  “I don’t have the energy for this shit, Kavy,” Kid says still pinning her gaze on Whitney.

  “Sorry, Kid,” I say softly.

  “Oh so you do have manners when it comes to this slut. She yours?” Whitney spits. O’Sullivan and Kellerman are moving toward us and I feel pretty certain this slut is in for a world of hurt. Kid starts laughing throwing all of us off base.

  “They’re all mine. Now are you gonna leave or do you want help?” Kid asks in a nice tone, but I hear the threat. Johnny’s quieter now that he can hear his momma. I get the feeling he’s tuning up for an encore though.

  “Some creepy five-way orgy shit you’re into huh, bitch? You even know which one that kid came from?” Kid moves before the slut finishes her sentence. She grabs Whitney’s wrist, twists it behind her body and drives the bitch face first into the wall. Pulling up hard, Whitney screams for Kid to stop before she breaks her arm.

  “Get me my gun,” Kid orders. I move to her bag on the counter and pull out a gun (there are two in there) and hand it to Kid. Kid presses the barrel of the gun to the back of Whitney’s head and she starts crying. Kid lets Whitney’s arm go but keeps the gun in place. Kid removes the safety and the click makes the crying stop and intent listening begin.