Deep

by C. N. Phillips

  “Shit!” he said again, throwing the tracking device.

  He should have known not to leave the vehicle unattended. Thinking fast he walked back to where his trunk was still wide open and he pushed the briefcases and bags back. Most people kept their spare tires in the trunk; not Quinton. He lifted the trick floor and revealed the secret gun storage he had there. On his hip he already had a Glock 9 and from the trunk he pulled out a black AR-15. He calculated that they maybe had a few minutes before they were found, but when the first black truck turned into the parking lot he realized that he miscalculated. Slamming his trunk closed, he knelt down and prepared for war.

  * * *

  “Hurry up, NaNa,” Ahli said, jogging behind her little sister.

  Booking rooms on the first floor proved to be a smart move. They bustled past the people in the lobby trying to check in and, once no eyes were on them, they ran as fast as they could back through the revolving doors.

  “I’m glad I listened to you about packing my stuff,” Rhonnie said as she ran with her bag on her shoulder. “It made this so much fas—”

  Ahli pressed her hand to Rhonnie’s chest, interrupting her statement. At first Rhonnie was confused, but when she directed her eyesight to what had made Ahli stop in the first place, she understood.

  “Who is that?” Rhonnie asked, squinting her eyes at the all-black vehicles that had just skirted into the parking lot.

  The cars unloaded quickly, and there were at least a dozen men all holding guns. When the door to the BMW opened she instantly recognized the person who got out the driver’s side as Dot. Rhonnie knew then that her father had been right. Dot scanned the whole lot and, once he spotted the car he was looking for, he gave the order with a simple hand gesture.

  “Daddy!” Ahli screamed when the men pointed their guns and started dumping bullets into the Camaro. “No!”

  It looked and sounded like the Fourth of July outside of that hotel. People were clinging to each other and running everywhere but toward the gunshots. The screams in the air were drowned out by the weapons and Ahli knew there was no surviving all of those bullets. The car looked like a piece of cheese once they were done with it. Her heart sank to her stomach because she was certain her father had been in the car still. She let the bag on her shoulder go and stood her ground as the men, women, and children ran wild around her. Both she and Rhonnie pulled the guns from their waists, preparing to take off toward Dot’s gunmen. The moment they went to take their first steps a strong set of hands gripped their shoulders and yanked them back.

  “Are you stupid?”

  Relief swarmed over both girls. They would recognize Quinton’s voice anywhere.

  “Daddy!” Rhonnie exclaimed. “I thought—”

  “No time for that, NaNa,” Quinton said and pointed to his car. “They don’t know that’s my car. We have to steer them away from it so that we can get to it. Got it?”

  “Yes.” Ahli already understood what he was saying and knew it was her turn. “Rhonnie, I need you be the decoy. I won’t be able to get over there unless they’re all distracted. Daddy, you cover her and give me the keys. We have to move quick because once they see that they didn’t hit shit they’re going to try to light this entire place up.”

  She didn’t wait for either of them to respond because, like Quinton said, there was no time. She ducked behind cars as she ran and tried to get as close to her father’s car as possible.

  “Come on, NaNa,” she urged as she watched the men run up on the still-smoking Camaro.

  She peeked, while ducked down, through the window of an old Pontiac Grand Prix at the scene five cars away.

  “Boss!” she heard one of Dot’s shooters shout out. “It’s empty. Ain’t nobody in there!”

  “Look around!” Dot barked. “They’re here somewhere and I want my money!”

  Snake! Ahli thought when she realized Dot was trying to hit them all with the okie-doke.

  “I thought you were a businessman!”

  Ahli stopped breathing when she heard her sister’s voice. All eyes suddenly turned to where Rhonnie stood in an open row before them. “You should be ashamed of yourself. This isn’t how real men conduct business!”

  Before they could even get a grip on what was happening, Rhonnie had already opened fire on all of them. Her first bullet connected sickly with the head of a man standing in front of Dot and his neck snapped back viciously. His blood sprayed the men around him, but that didn’t stop them from firing back. Rhonnie clipped two more of Dot’s shooters before she suddenly stopped shooting and took off the other way.

  “Come on,” Rhonnie said to herself as she willed her legs to go faster down the aisle.

  Each car she came up on was intact at first but once she passed them they were infiltrated with bullet holes. Dot’s shooters were sending undisciplined shots her way and not connecting with their intended target. Rhonnie just hoped her luck wouldn’t run out before she made it to the green Ford Explorer that Quinton was knelt behind.

  “Now, Daddy!”

  Dot’s men didn’t even see it coming; they ran straight into a trap. Once he saw Rhonnie jump out of the way, Quinton used the element of surprise as his weapon. He saw that there were five men shooting after Rhonnie while four had stayed behind to cloak Dot.

  “She over there! Get that bitch!”

  The men never got the chance to send another bullet in her direction. Quinton shot five calculated bullets at the men’s knees and they all hit their marks. When they fell from the pain Rhonnie didn’t give them the chance to figure out what had just happened. She emptied her clip one bullet at a time into their heads.

  “Leak,” she said and spat at their bleeding, dead bodies before she turned to her father. She waved her gun at him. “Daddy, I’m out!”

  “Here!” he said, tossing her the pistol he wasn’t using. “Watch your back. We need to get to the car!”

  Rhonnie opened her mouth to respond but she was cut off guard by the sound of rapid fire. Her body snapped back and she felt a pain that she had never experienced before in life. Her face twisted into a grimace as she fell to the ground. Her blood blended in with that of the dead men lying beside her and her hand clutched her wound.

  “Uhhh!” She gasped with her eyes clenched shut.

  “Rhonnie!” Quinton’s eyes widened when he saw his daughter drop to the ground.

  He knelt down and looked up in time to see two men advancing on them with their weapons drawn. Quinton refused to let them get any closer to Rhonnie than they already had. His gun barked and he put his body between the men and Rhonnie, not caring if they opened his body up with their bullets. His trigger finger twitched repeatedly and he didn’t care where his bullets found homes. He didn’t know which one of them was the cause of Rhonnie being sprawled out, but one of them hit his baby so both of them had to pay. He heard sirens in the distance but paid them no mind. He was so focused on the men in front of him that he didn’t notice the man who had gone around, only to pop up behind him and Rhonnie.

  Rhonnie was too hurt to move; it felt like the bullet in her shoulder had shattered. She saw the menacing smile creep up on the light-skinned kid’s face as he aimed his gun into her face. She knew she was a goner and she mentally sent her love to Ahli and her dad. Her eyelids began to lower and she welcomed death. Before her eyes were all the way shut she heard a final shot ring out and surprisingly she felt no more pain. Instead, she saw a swift bullet enter the kid’s right temple and come out through the left. The shocked look on his ugly face was priceless when he slumped to the concrete.

  “She got the car. Go! Go!”

  Rhonnie felt a strong set of arms scoop her up from the ground and, although she tried to focus on the person’s face, everything around her was a blur. She had lost too much blood and mentally was threatening to tap out.

  “Stay with me, ma,” the masculine voice was saying to her while he ran with her. “Come on. Stay with me.”

  Rhonnie couldn’t ge
t a grip on the scenery around her, but she heard the sound of tires coming to a stop on gravel not too far ahead.

  “Get in . . . No. Oh my God. NaNa! No!” Rhonnie heard Ahli’s crushed voice. “My sister. Rhonnie!”

  “She straight!” the man’s voice said. “We gotta go!”

  “We?”

  “Yes, we!” Rhonnie heard Quinton’s voice butt in. “This young nigga just saved our lives. Get in, kid!”

  Rhonnie felt the stickiness of the hot leather seat under her body, but that didn’t put a stop to her pain or the fact that she was bleeding out.

  “Fuck, Daddy!” she groaned when the she heard the door shut. Her eyes were on the light at the top of the car until it turned off. “Why didn’t you tell me getting shot hurt so bad?”

  “Because I’ve never been shot before,” Quinton said, reaching back to grip Rhonnie’s hand. “Hang in there. We ain’t out of the hot water yet.”

  “Hell nah,” the other man said. “Dot got a whole ’nother sweep coming through this bitch. And they don’t give a fuck about no cop so don’t think those flashing lights are the cavalry.”

  “Brayland, is it?”

  “Yeah.” Brayland nodded and tried to adjust Rhonnie’s head to a comfortable position in his lap.

  “Did Dot see you?”

  “Yeah,” Brayland said. “I shot his right-hand man in the chest so she could get to the car. He fell into Dot when he went down.”

  “You can’t go back then.”

  “Nope.”

  “Then show us how to get the fuck out of here!”

  Ahli maneuvered the vehicle in such a way it would have been thought that she drove for NASCAR. The parking lot had three exits: two where they just were, and one in the front of the building. The two closest to them were blocked, one by Dot’s shooters and one by the police. It seemed that everyone was gunning for the black Mercedes, so Ahli had only once choice.

  “Hold on!” Ahli shouted and hit a U-turn while going sixty miles per hour.

  The only way to the front of the building was through the lobby. She ducked her head down when she hit the revolving door, causing the glass in the whole front of the building to shatter. Quinton’s windows were barely scratched due to the custom Gorilla Glass all around the vehicle.

  Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

  Ahli pressed her foot down on the gas when the automatic rounds attacked the vehicle from behind. She refused to look in the rearview mirror because the last thing she needed when her sister lay bleeding out in the back seat was to get intimidated by the enemy.

  “Get the fuck out of the way!” she screamed and honked her horn at the hotel’s guests. She knew they were terrified but she refused to slow the car down, so whoever got hit would just get hit. “Daddy!”

  “Already on it, baby girl!” Quinton set the AR-15 down and opened the glove compartment so that he could switch to his Uzi. Rolling his window down he pointed the gun out of it.

  “Aim for the tires,” Brayland told him, straining his neck to look behind him.

  Quinton took his advice and took out the left tire on the Suburban tailing them throughout the lobby. The driver lost control of the vehicle and swerved wildly until it finally crashed into a concrete water fountain.

  “Hold on!” Ahli yelled when she drove through the back end of the hotel.

  The sound of the doors coming off the hinges and shattering glass was deafening. The car bounced and rocked crazily as she drove on top of the grass until she hopped the curb, finding her place in the traffic. A couple of cars swerved to avoid an impact but that was the least of Ahli’s worries. They all looked behind the Mercedes at the damage they caused at the hotel.

  “Damn,” Brayland said, shaking his head. “Y’all fucked that place up. I hope y’all didn’t use your real names.”

  “Daddy,” Rhonnie groaned again. “I’m going to die.”

  “Shut the fuck up saying stupid shit, little girl!” Ahli yelled. “Daddy, is anybody following us?”

  “No,” Quinton said, glancing back at the smoky scene one last time. “Brayland, put pressure on her shoulder. LaLa, hop on the interstate, get off at the first exit, and pop the trunk.”

  “W . . . why?”

  “We can’t take her to the hospital.” Quinton stared back at his daughter’s perspiring face. He grimaced knowing that, without a real doctor, getting the bullet out would be even more painful than one going in. “But we gotta get that bullet out. I have a first aid kit in the trunk.”

  Chapter 6

  “Come on over here, sugar,” a sweet, sexy voice purred into a dimly lit room. “Don’t you want to join us in this bed?”

  The voice belonged to a pale woman with red freckles and red curly hair. She lay naked on a round king-sized bed, in what was called the “Fun Room,” alongside a brown-skinned beauty. The room was big and fully furnished with white dressers, a white bearskin rug, and a mirror that almost completely covered the ceiling. To the far right there was a window seat and in front of it was a stripper pole.

  Both women looked on with hungry eyes at the tall, muscular white man standing at the foot of the bed. On one side of the bed there was a table with many kinky toys: whips, strap-ons, chains, and handcuffs. On the other side of the bed there were edibles: whipped cream, strawberries, and warm chocolate syrup.

  “What will tonight’s poison be, Mr. Clark?” the brown-skinned beauty whispered with low, seductive eyes. “Are you feeling naughty or nice?”

  Braxton Clark, a district judge, undid the cufflinks on his white dress shirt and loosened his blue tie. He knew the last place he should have been was in that room with those two women; yet, there he was, preparing to give their pussies the wrecking of a lifetime. Staring down at their perky breasts and round bottoms he thanked the heavens for coming across what looked to be a simple hotel for travelers.

  The first time he’d ever driven through the small Iowa town he almost didn’t stop. He was on his way home to Nebraska from an important business trip and he wanted nothing more than to lie in his bed next to his wife. But it was almost midnight at the time and his eyes were barely staying open. His bank account had just gotten another six figures added to it and if he drove off the road due to falling asleep at the wheel he’d never be able to enjoy it. To his luck he came up on what seemed to be an okay-looking two-story hotel in the middle of nowhere. A man of his caliber usually would never stay in a place like that, but he knew he might have had to drive another twenty minutes before he would come upon a better hotel. The lights were on so that signified that they were in business; and he would have never guessed that one visit would lead to many more.

  “I’m feeling like a little of both.” He gave them a slick smile. “But first I’m feeling like experiencing the reversed Oreo. Can you do that for me, baby?” He directed his question to the brown-skinned woman, who returned his gaze sexily and licked her lips.

  “Anything for you, Mr. Clark.” She turned to the white woman and placed one finger to her cherry lips. Gently, she pushed her head back toward the plush pillow behind her. “Lie on your back, Diamond. Mr. Clark wants me to taste you. Okay?”

  “Okay, Anna.”

  As Diamond lay back Anna let her hand slide down the front of her body, until Diamond was completely on her back and Anna’s hand was on top of her navel. Right before Mr. Clark’s monthly appointment Anna had taken a few shots of Patrón and the buzz had finally hit her. Being under the influence was the only way that she could be attracted to Diamond. Not because she wasn’t pretty; Diamond was a very attractive and well-stacked woman. It was just that having sex with the other women at the illegal brothel was never something Anna planned to do, no matter how good she was at it. But if it pleased Madame then she would do it.

  “Touch her breasts,” Mr. Clark demanded. “I want to watch your tongue lick her nipples. Slowly.”

  Anna did as she was told. She positioned herself in between Diamond’s legs and fondled both of Diamond�
��s breasts in her hands. Diamond closed her eyes and moaned softly when Anna began to roll her nipples between her delicate and freshly manicured fingers. Anna looked back at Mr. Clark, who had removed his pants and underwear completely. She smirked devilishly at him and slowly arched her back, giving him a front-row view of her newly shaved vagina. If possible, seven inches of thickness grew another couple of centimeters when she wrapped her full lips around Diamond’s pink areola. He was frozen in place watching the girl-on-girl scene at hand and he stroked himself a little faster. The sound of Anna’s lips slurping on Diamond’s breasts was almost too much for him to handle and he took a brisk breath. His wife would probably divorce him if she knew that these two women pleased his dick on a regular basis. If only she knew that they were the ones who were saving their marriage in the first place. It was because of these pleasantly nasty women that he so happily went home. All he needed was one fix and he was good for a whole month.

  “Mmmm!” Diamond moaned and squirmed under Anna when she felt a finger tickling her wet clit. She thrust her body up and down and squeezed her vaginal walls. “Anna. Fuck me with your fingers. Please?”

  “Please?” Anna asked, snapping her lips from Diamond’s right nipple, causing a ripple effect. “You want my fingers in you, baby?”

  “Yes,” Diamond breathed. “I’m so horny. I need you to fuck me with your fingers.”

  “You mean like this?”

  Anna shoved two fingers inside of Diamond’s wetness and pushed them as deep as she could. Instantly, she felt Diamond’s walls clench, but that didn’t stop her from retracting her fingers only to shove them deep inside again. Anna placed her hand on Diamond’s stomach when her back arched and she tried to scoot back.

  “Hell nah,” Anna taunted, licking one of Diamond’s nipples. “This is what you wanted right? Huh?”

  She forced Diamond to take every plunge her fingers made into her gushy love spot until she felt the first quiver come about. The alcohol was making her feel extra freaky, nastier than she had ever been before. That extra shot she’d taken had Anna wanting nothing more than to catch every drop of Diamond’s juice on her tongue. Quickly she removed her fingers, slid down, and replaced them with her mouth. Her hands found homes on the outside of each one of Diamond’s thighs as she buried her head between her thick, pale legs. She licked and sucked on Diamond’s pussy until she had no choice but to come all over her face. Anna didn’t have time to relish in the fact of how surprisingly turned on she was by Diamond’s throbbing clit. From behind her she hadn’t heard Mr. Clark come up, but she sure felt it when he rammed himself inside of her drippy opening.