by Leo Sullivan
When I grabbed that nigga’s gun it went off three times. I had managed to turn my body away from the barrage of bullets, but Buff hadn’t been so lucky. As he was trying to get to his piece to save my life, he put his in danger. Two slugs hit him in the side, but he managed to let off a couple rounds and one hit G in the head. His skull had been blown into smithereens and his face was a bloody pulp of nothing.
Before I could do or say anything Cynthia had called the ambulance and I followed them to the hospital. All I told the police was I had no idea who dude was, or why he started shooting. There was no point in me bringing that bitch Lexie up. I had some street justice in store for her grimey ass. It was a self-defense situation and the gun Buff had used to shoot dude was registered legally.
Once again me and my brother were right in the police’s radar for all the wrong damn reasons. Greyson told me to stay close by just in case something else came to light. Like he was going to charge me with murder or something. There was no evidence that anything had happened other than what I said. Evidence would prove that my account of what took place was true. Buff’s fingerprints would be on his gun and the bullet from his gun would be in G’s body. Mine and G’s fingerprints would be on G’s gun and G’s gun’s bullets would be found in Buff. The truth was the truth and couldn’t be disputed.
Besides, why would I shoot my own brother? Despite our argument that night, we were still close as hell. The early morning sun was beginning to creep from behind the clouds. Birds were chirping early morning songs to celebrate the new dawn, but my mood was all fucked up. I didn’t feel the presence of Zero’s soul like I knew I would if she was gone. Even with the discovery of her body, I didn’t believe she was really dead.
When I pulled up near the hospital’s entrance I took a deep breath. Buff had just been taken into surgery to remove the bullets after I left with the cops. They had both entered through his stomach, but I had no idea if any major damage had been done. Shit, I didn’t even know if he was still alive.
I spotted Teena and Jazmine in the waiting room with sad, puppy dog faces. Teena’s eyes lit up when she saw me approach.
“Thank God,” she said before letting out a sigh of relief. “The doctor said they removed the bullets, but there was some damage to his liver. They managed to stop all of the bleeding and he had lost a lot of blood. They did a transfusion, but its touch and go. He’s still unconscious, but he’s alive. They got him in a room in ICU and he’s still listed as critical. He’ll be evaluated over the next couple weeks to see if his liver will function properly. If his liver fails it’s going to be something totally different to deal with. This on top of what happened to Zero…” She shook her head as her eyes filled with tears. Jazmine rubbed her arm tenderly and then looked up at me.
“I’m really sorry Zeus,” she whispered as she wiped her already swollen eyes.
“How did you…?”
Teena cut me off. “It was just on the news.” She pointed toward the television that was mounted on the wall.
I nodded trying to hide my obvious grief.
Teena’s eyes met mine and hers were filled with tears. I had never seen her seem so soft before, but Ze meant a lot to her. I was also sure that Buff’s condition was bothering her too. “I gotta go. I need to get Jaz to the airport in a few hours.”
Jazmine sniffed as she wiped her nose with a tissue. “I’m going to New Orleans. My sister’s getting married. I’ll be back in a week though. There’s no way I can leave my baby for too long with all that’s going on.”
I nodded. “Do you know what room Buff’s in?”
* * *
The sound of the machines let me know that the shit was serious as hell. I listened as the heart monitor beeped and the respirator helped him breathe. It was unreal, but I knew that it was really happening. My eyes drifted up to my brother’s face. I had already been sitting there at his bedside for over an hour, but I couldn’t look at his face because he looked dead.
Teena and Jazmine had left the hospital, so I was the only one there for the time being. When I heard someone at the door, I spun around expecting to see a nurse, not her.
“Peaches? What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked with a nasty sneer on my face. That bitch had some nerve.
“I found out about Buff getting shot and I wanted to make sure he was okay,” she said making her way closer to the bed where my brother lied with his life in the balance. That bitch had just broke his heart and thought she could just waltz in there like nothing had happened.
“You saw that shit on the news too?” I asked not wanting to go off on the broad in my brother’s hospital room.
She nodded as she stared down at Buff and caressed his cheek. “No, I got in touch with Cynthia. She told me.”
I cleared my throat. Cynthia hadn’t mentioned any connection with Peaches. She must’ve sensed my thoughts.
“I hadn’t talked to her since…I left, but something told me to call. Honestly, I’ve been thinkin’ about Buff a lot lately and I feel horrible about what happened,” she said as she turned to look at me.
Her gray eyes seemed to be a misty pool of tears ready to drop, but something told me that they were fake. “So, what did happen?”
She had a surprised look on her face like she expected me to know. “Ze didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what? That you ran out on my bro like he ain’t mean shit to you. I already knew that shit. He’s been fucked up ever since,” I said staring shawty down like I wanted to choke her out. At first I had nothing but respect for old girl, but something told me that something was up with her ass. I didn’t know what it was yet, but the truth always came to light.
“I had too many emotions too fast when it came to Buff. It was overwhelming after spending so much time not being in a relationship. Sometimes a person just needs some time away. I love your brother Zeus and I would never hurt him.” She gave me a look that was meant to come off as sincere, but I saw right through her fake ass.
“Hmm,” I grunted as I stood up. “I guess. Look, I need to go home to take a shower. Can you…”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she cut me off.
“That’s a first,” I said with a smirk on my face as I walked toward the door.
“I never meant to hurt him Zeus and I’m here to make it up to him,” she said like she wanted to convince me that her intentions were good.
“Prove it to my bruh if he makes it through this, not me,” I said as I turned to leave.
“I heard about Zero too. I hate that I couldn’t make it up to her.” Her voice trembled and a shiver traveled over my body.
Instead of responding I continued out into the hallway. The sting behind my eyes was unbearable, but I wasn’t one to cry. There was no way in hell my woman was gone forever.
* * *
On my way to the crib I decided to stop by the club first to check on some things. Unfortunately the shit with old boy had distracted me from handling business. When I pulled up to the back entrance I noticed Cynthia’s red Chrysler 300. It was just like her to be handling business when we couldn’t.
I unlocked the door and was greeted by the sound of R&B music playing on the loud speakers. Cynthia must have put a CD in because the spot was obviously closed and probably would be for a while. Greyson’s intent on shutting us down for good was looming in the air and I didn’t need any more heat surrounding me and my brother.
Before I could get to the office a whiff of Cynthia’s sweet smelling perfume invaded my senses. When I looked up she was standing right in front of me.
“Zeus, I didn’t know you were coming. How’s Buff?” She asked with concern illuminating in her sexy eyes.
I had to shake off my attraction to her. The timing was off and I didn’t have time for any more complications in my life. Thinking that Ze was no longer alive made my heart numb, but I still had feelings below the belt. A nigga had to ignore that shit.
“He’s stable, but it’s touch and go right now. Uh, P
eaches is with him and she mentioned something about talking to you. You never mentioned being in touch with her,” I said leading her to the office.
The sound of her stiletto heel pumps let me know that she was close behind. Once I was seated behind the desk, she sat in the high back leather chair across from me.
She casted her eyes down as she answered my question. “Well, I can’t really say we had been in touch like that. I mean, we were cool before she ran off and she called me out of the blue. When I told her about what happened she said she had to get to him.”
As she shrugged her shoulders I couldn’t help but notice the cleavage spilling from her royal blue blouse.
The top two buttons were open exposing ripe D cups in a black, silk push up bra. They were definitely sitting up and had my full attention. Then reality kicked in and my interest in her tits faded.
I sighed. “Oh okay. Shit, I need a drink.”
“Well, you’re in the right place. I mean, I used to bartend before I started dancing. Let me fix you something real quick,” she said almost too anxiously.
Not answering too quickly, I turned the computer on and waited for it to start up. She just sat there in silence before I finally took her up on the drink offer.
“Henney and Coke,” I muttered trying not to look at her fine ass.
She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry about Ze too. At least you got some closure about…”
My eyes shot up to her face in small, angry slits. “There is still no closure! My girl is dead and there ain’t shit I can do about it, so fuck that closure shit. That shit will never be over for me!”
She looked taken aback as she placed her hand on her chest over her heart. “I’m sorry. I…uhhh…”
Taking a deep breath, I was finally able to calm down. Shit, it wasn’t her fault and I didn’t mean to take it out on her. She was there, so it was convenient at the moment to go ham on her. I had to apologize.
“I’m sorry. This shit is just fresh to me and shit. It’s gonna take some time for me to…you know.” I cleared my throat. “How ‘bout that drink.”
She nodded and then stood up with a more relaxed expression on her face. “Comin’ right up.”
“Oh, by the way. We’re going to be closed for a while. I need you to handle any expenses that need to be paid within the next couple days and let the employees know that we will be closed until further notice.”
Her face fell and before she could say anything I said, “Don’t worry. You’ll still get your salary.”
She sauntered off to the bar. As I looked at the club’s inventory I wondered if we should just shut down shop for good and relocate to Atlanta like I had planned before. It was my mission to take care of the man who had killed the only woman I would ever love first. Thinking that I would rescue her and we could be reunited had not prepared me for the realness of it all. They had found her body, but I still couldn’t accept it. I wouldn’t.
When Cynthia returned with a drink for me and one for herself, I took it graciously.
“Thank you,” I said before taking a sip. The sting from the Henney was just what the fuck I needed for my mood.
“No problem,” she said staring up at me with what I thought looked like longing in her eyes.
Maybe I was just seeing what I wanted to see. Without saying another word I drained my glass and sat it down on the desk.
“Another?” She asked looking up at me with one beautifully arched eyebrow raised.
I couldn’t help but notice that her makeup was flawless. Why the hell would she come into the club on an off day looking all good? If I didn’t know any better I would think she was trying to entice me. That couldn’t be possible being that she had no idea that I was coming to the club. Then again I thought that anything was possible.
“Shit, might as well. I paid for it.” I chuckled feeling the liquor starting to kick in.
The warm feeling of numbness started to travel up and down my spine. It was a welcome distraction from the pain I felt deep down. When she turned to leave the room my eyes fell on her ass. Maybe I needed another kind of distraction.
She came back and gave me my replenished glass of sin. That time when she sat across from me, she decided to spark a conversation. The dialogue between us was effortless and it was a welcome diversion to not talk about the shit that was bothering me. After drink number four and almost two hours of talking, I was fucked up.
“Damn, time is flyin’,” I said glancing at my iced out Rolex.
She stretched and I couldn’t help but stare at her nipples as they strained against the fabric of her shirt. I let out a low grunt without even thinking about it. She stared into my eyes and then stood up. After she stood in front of me, she took the glass out of my hand and placed it on the desk.
As she straddled me, I held on to her ass cheeks. They felt so warm and soft in my hands. I hadn’t felt anything even close to her feminine lure in quite some time.
“You should let me make you feel something different. Even if it’s just this one time,” she whispered in my ear. The misty heat from her breath made me shudder and the alcohol coursing through my veins didn’t help.
Next thing I knew her mouth was on mine and her tongue was exploring. She let out a soft moan and I could feel my dick rising to the occasion. That Hen was definitely working on me, because all I could think about was taking my frustrations out on her pussy.
“You know you want to.” She said kissing on my neck before nibbling my earlobe.
“Damn,” I breathed as I remembered the condoms Buff told me were in the drawer.
I reached around her to open it and found the gold foil covered Trojan Magnums. Shit, like brother like brother. They were just the right size.
Gesturing for lil’ mama to stand up, she got the point and daintily removed herself from my lap. As I removed my pants, I watched her pull her skirt up. She wasn’t wearing any panties and I couldn’t help but stare at the smooth skin of her clean shaven pussy.
After sliding the condom on, I sat down on the black butter leather sofa that was against the wall in the far right corner. The club’s office was huge and was definitely going to accommodate what I planned to do to her. Shit, with that Henney in my dick I was bound to go until the sun came up.
With a sexy look on her face, she opened her blouse and removed her bra. Nice, firm titties with Hershey Kisses for nipples spilled out in my face. I couldn’t help but take them into my mouth as she lowered her hot, wet tightness onto my steel hard dick.
“Ohhh…mmm, damn, you’re huge,” she said breathlessly as she found a rhythm and started to grind slowly at first and then faster.
I held on to her waist and picked her up when I was clasped tightly inside her moist heat. Her pussy was good, so I pushed everything else out of my mind. The moment was all that I was thinking about it as I flipped her over on her back. When I pushed her legs back so that he knees touched the arm of the chair she didn’t flinch. Instead she threw the pussy back at me when I was at the bottom of that shit. Loving every minute of it, she stared at me with a challenging glare as I dicked her down.
“Ahhh fuck! Mmm…Zeus…shit!!” She screamed and bit down on her quivering bottom lip. “You better fuck me!!!”
I was going hard up in that shit and the way she was screaming and squirming confirmed it. All the liquor I consumed was prolonging my nut, because the amount of time I had gone without even jacking off should’ve had me spewing all up in the pussy.
Old girl’s hands were on my ass and I didn’t like that shit, so I told her to turn around.
“Let me hit that good pussy from the back,” I growled as I slapped her ass cheeks.
Her skirt was bunched around her waist and there was a light layer of moisture shining on her cocoa brown skin. She assumed the position and pushed her round, fat ass in the air. The view was sexy and the sight of my bulging hardness between her pussy lips made me shiver.
I went in long and deep making her squeal and twerk h
er ass into my dick. She was moving like a stripper, but it wouldn’t be for long. Grabbing her by the back of her neck, I pushed her face into the sofa’s cushion.
“Toot that ass up and open your legs some more,” I demanded in a stern, deep voice.
She did as she was told and I stood up in the pussy. I went in, found her spot and gave it to her hard, deep and fast. No lovemaking. It was straight fucking in that bitch.
“Ohhh…uhhhh!!! Zeus…shit! You’re killing my pussy!” She screamed, but it was muffled because I had her head down and her ass up.
“Shut the fuck up and take this dick!” I yelled roughly as I pounded my pelvis into her pillow softness. After putting every last ounce of my two hundred pound frame behind my powerful thrusts, she was squirting all over my stomach. That shit was running down my thighs. Damn, that bitch felt good as hell.
After an hour of beating the pussy up, I finally came hard as hell. That nut seemed to last forever and after it was over it was like I came to my senses. When she finally stood up I realized that I had fucked Cynthia, my club’s manager.
A sigh escaped my lips as I hoped things wouldn’t become complicated. It was as if she had read my mind as she looked down at me.
“It was good, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not some crazy chick Zeus. I know what this was and I enjoyed it. I hope you did,” she said as she smoothed down her skirt.
“Hell yeah I did and it’s good that you understand. I mean…”
“I know,” she said and left me alone with my flaccid dick resting on my thigh.
Damn, a nigga was drunk as hell. I didn’t even know how I had managed to fuck her like that without passing out. Shit, I didn’t even feel like going to the restroom, so I staggered over to the trash can to dispose of the condom.
Without even bothering to put my pants back on, I just put on my boxers and laid back down on the sofa. I had to sleep that shit off before I even attempted to drive. What Cynthia was going to do didn’t even cross my mind as I dozed off. After a few minutes I heard the sound of her shoes on the tiled floor.
