by KR Bankston
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Tae was fighting Kareem with all she had, struggling with the big man as he continued to wrestle her clothes off her. He had her thong in hand, ripping it easily from her body.
“Get the hell off me,” Tae screamed swinging and connecting with his jaw, closed fist. Kareem backhanded her, hitting her hard enough to shake her consciousness.
“You belong to me dammit,” he told her, teeth clenched as he worked his way between her legs, unzipping his pants.
“Stop, get the fuck off me,” Tae continued to yell and scream as Kareem grabbed her arms and held them in one hand above her head.
He freed his erection with the other hand, kissing her hard as he tried to enter her. Tae managed to twist her body at the last moment making him miss the mark. Furious, Kareem bit her lip hard, ending the kiss and hitting her in the center of her chest closed fist. Tae was wheezing. She couldn’t breathe and her head was spinning.
“This is my pussy and you better fuckin’ act like you know that shit,” Kareem growled once more, forcibly opening her legs again.
Tae was still struggling to breathe, unable to offer any further resistance as she felt his erection and steeled herself for what was about to happen.
The boom was deafening as Tae screamed horrified, seeing the back of Kareem’s head fly off and his body jerked backwards off her. Blood sprayed all over her face and body covering her in the hot liquid offering as Tae scrambled off the bed grabbing her gun from the nightstand and aiming at her intruder.
“It’s me gurl,” Shells told her still regarding the dead man on the floor.
Tae blinked a few times, using her hand to wipe the blood from her face as she finally saw the man speaking and relaxed recognizing him.
“What are you doing here,” Tae asked still huddled in the corner, her eyes fixed on Kareem as the blood and brain matter still oozed form his head.
“I thought you worked for this asshole,” she accused, becoming angry.
“I ain’t tell you dat, you assumed,” Shells told her calmly, glad to see she was alright, but mad as hell she didn’t listen and put herself in this position.
“Then who do you work for,” Tae asked as she heard doors being kicked open.
What the hell is going on, she wondered as Shells finally walked over to her and got right up in her face.
“Get up and shower, get dressed, pack your things and lets go,” he told her evenly, the irritation evident in his voice.
Tae looked into his eyes seeing the fire and complied without another word. Shells left her in the room after making sure she was showering and headed next door.
*****
Mecca heard the shot just as he and Jaleesa had undressed each other. He jumped and threw on his pants to go and see what the commotion was, but right now he had problems of his own. Jaleesa was mortified as she looked into LaRon’s face seeing the fury etched on it. He was livid as he held the .44magnum, pointed directly at Mecca.
“Who the fuck is this,” LaRon asked acidly eyeing his wife.
Shells had arrived and was standing to LaRon’s left keeping their guest under a watchful eye, his own Desert Eagle making an appearance.
“Deuce, wait, please listen,” Jaleesa tried.
“Listen to what,” he yelled at her his eyes finally finding the condoms. “You was bout to fuck this fool,” he asked his finger itching to end Mecca’s life. “You got a son at a home, a damned man, and you about to screw this muthafucka,” LaRon raged again.
Shells remained quiet and continued to play his role. He knew the man was deeply angry and the betrayal and embarrassment of everyone seeing her indiscretion only fueled his rage.
Jaleesa wanted to get smart and tell LaRon he had no right to be angry. He’d had an affair of his own and thought he’d gotten the woman pregnant. She kept her mouth closed however, knowing right now even she wasn’t safe from a bullet.
“Got me kissing your ass about Kysha and shit, and you out screwing this muthafucka,” LaRon began again.
“How many times you fuck her,” he asked Mecca looking directly at the man finally. “Never,” he replied honestly as LaRon sucked his teeth.
“Shit, at least man up and tell the truth, fuck,” he threw out as Mecca again stuck to his story.
“So this was ya’ll first hookup huh,” he asked now.
Mecca again answered honestly, telling him it was.
“Well ain’t that bout a bitch,” LaRon railed once more. “So yo fly ass thought you was banging’ again huh,” he threw at Jaleesa. “Running brick and armor huh,” LaRon told her as her mouth dropped and he smirked at her. “Game has changed Tweety,” LaRon told her calmly. “Maybe after this, IF I decide to take your ass back, you’ll stay in your fuckin’ lane and let me drive this bitch,” LaRon finished as he squeezed the trigger and put two bullets into Mecca.
The force of the magnum knocked the man back into the wall. Jaleesa covered her mouth, screaming behind her palm as LaRon unloaded four more slugs, nodding to Shells, who emptied his own arsenal into the man’s body, leaving it almost decimated from the damage. Regarding her once more LaRon spoke. “Take a fuckin’ shower and put your damned clothes on, pack your shit, and be ready to go,” he ordered, his tone no nonsense.
Jaleesa hurriedly complied as LaRon nodded and Shells left him alone, heading back to room number one.
*****
Ian was dressed from the waist down, .9mm in his hand as he propped the chair behind the door.
“What’s going on,” Kaitlyn asked, eerily calm.
Ian didn’t know what to make of her demeanor since she’d awakened. He was kissing her softly, gently caressing her body when her eyes flew open and she pushed him off her. She didn’t seem shocked or surprised that he was alive or even that she was naked with him touching her. The intense banging on the door broke his thought and Ian relegated it to the back of his consciousness. Right now he had to get them out of here. He heard the gunfire and was more than sure both his new acquaintances were dead. “Stop being a bitch and face me, muthafucka,” Tariq threw out. Ian’s eyes narrowed at the sound of the man’s voice.
“Yeah come the fuck on out and I’ll help you join your bitch of a brother,” LaRon taunted.
Ian almost lost it then, but caught himself and ignored the taunting for now. He had bigger fish to fry.
“Baby, I need you to get dressed,” Ian told Kaitlyn calmly.
“Why, you’re not gonna fuck me tonight,” she asked just as calmly.
What the hell is going on with her, Ian pondered looking into her eyes. There were vacant. She was talking but it was like she was simply reciting words from a script. “Baby, get dressed, we need to go,” Ian tried again.
“But you haven’t fucked me yet,” she replied still sitting on the bed, legs spread eagle, all her honor visible.
“You always fuck me when you get home,” Kaitlyn spoke once more.
There was something very wrong with the woman he loved right now, Ian thought as the thumping returned to the door.
“Back off,” he shouted finally.
“You better not fuckin’ hurt my wife,” Tariq warned.
“Fuck you, Tariq,” Ice returned angrily. “She’s mine, always has been, always will be,” he raged as Kaitlyn continued to listen and regard him.
Turning his back to her for a moment, Ian made himself another drink while he thought. He glanced the room quickly seeing the one window and decided that was the route they would need to take to get out of the place and the safety of is car. He would take Kaitlyn to Brie’s where they would be safe for a while. Finishing his drink, Ian turned to Kaitlyn once again. His mouth dropped. She was pointing the .9mm at him, silencer attached.
“Baby, what are you doing,” Ian asked as Kaitlyn’s demeanor shifted again.
“You like looking at my pussy don’t you,” she asked coldly.
Ian knew this tone. It was deadly.
“Baby, what are you talking about,” he tried, needin
g to get the gun from her as he heard Tariq and his crew still trying to get inside.
Glancing at the door he knew it wouldn’t take much more of the obvious ramming it was getting from the other side.
“How long had you been planning to rape me bastard,” Kaitlyn hissed her eyes growing darker with hate.
Ian was at a complete loss. She was obviously in the midst of some delusion. She’s still sleeping, his mind told him of Kaitlyn’s state.
“Baby, it’s me, Ice,” he tried as she sucked her teeth. “I know who the fuck you are, I’ve lived with you all my life, why you standing there lying now,” she barked.
Ian was at a loss. He had to wake her up and they had to get out of her. Trouble was she was still holding the .9mm.
The thumping came twice more before the door flew open and the object of his hatred walked inside, flanked on either side by LaRon and Mook.
“Oh so you brought more of them to fuck me tonight?” Kaitlyn hissed as Tariq regarded her and saw the gun.
Swallowing hard he knew that Kaitlyn wasn’t in this room, Lauren was.
“I’m not letting them or you near me again,” she screamed at Ian as he continued to watch her as well as the three men with weapons trained on him.
“Lauren, calm down,” Tariq told her as Kaitlyn turned her attention to him.
“I have never done anything to you,” she told him softly as the first tear came. “Why do you want to hurt me,” she asked Tariq.
“I’m here to help you Lauren,” he told her. “To get you away from him,” he added soothingly as Kaitlyn returned her attention to Ian.
“He won’t let that happen,” she said shortly.
LaRon was breathing hard. He wanted to kill Ian right now, but Tariq gave him a glance and he held his peace. Mook was on Tariq’s right, tightly wound as well, both Desert Eagles aimed solidly at Ian as he waited for Tariq to say the word.
“Lauren, come with me, I’ll get you out of here,” Tariq tried again, taking a chance and walking closer to her.
Kaitlyn looked at him, frowning slightly. He saw the struggle in her face as she tried to decide.
“Why would you help me,” she threw out, turning the gun on Tariq now. “You came here to help him fuck me again,” Kaitlyn hissed angrily.
“No Lauren, I swear,” Tariq tried again.
“Baby, don’t listen to him,” Ian told her not liking what was happening between the two. “He’s going to hurt you again,” he added as Kaitlyn regarded him once more. “Trust me baby,” Ian went on as Tariq fumed.
He didn’t want to argue in front of her right now, the tenuous hold Kaitlyn had on reality right now was slipping quickly.
“Why should I trust you,” she spat her anger full blown and directed at him again. “I trusted you when you called me into that kitchen and had my mommy tied to the chair,” Kaitlyn hissed growing more and more agitated.
Ian was bewildered. What the hell was wrong with her? What was she talking about? He remembered a fight they had once in his kitchen, but what was she talking about her mommy tied to a chair, he shook his head slightly confused.
“I trusted you when you told me to take off my clothes, when you put me on that table,” she continued to rail as the tears streamed down her face. “I trusted you when you put your mouth on my 12 year old pussy you bastard!” Kaitlyn was almost over the edge now. “I trusted you when you stuck your dick in me and ruined my fuckin’ life! I hate you! I hate you Carlo!” she screamed as she fired the first time.
Ian was in shock as he felt the bullet enter his arm. He charged her intending to take the gun from her when he felt the intense flame and heat of the bullets as Tariq, Mook, and LaRon all opened fire at once. Ian staggered backward, leaning against the wall as he labored to breathe. He regarded Tariq and LaRon hatefully. LaRon lifted the .44 to finish the job when Tariq spoke.
“No,” he said simply as his friend lowered his weapon.
Tariq walked over to Ian standing face to face with him, looking into his eyes as he saw the life beginning to wane.
“You will never again cast a dark cloud over KiKi’s life or my life,” Tariq told him coldly. “You were Ice at one time Ian, but I am that fire and now its time for you to melt,” he said simply, putting the .380 against Ian’s temple and firing point blank as Ian’s eyes defiant to the end, regarded him even as his last breath left him and he slid down the wall, his reign of terror ended.
Epilogue
Seth was watching the DVD again. He’d sent his right hand to the memorial service Gabrielle had arranged three months ago wanting to know just what went on. He sighed deeply watching the beautiful woman as she cried over her loss. Who is this asshole she’s with, he thought angrily. He hadn’t drowned that fateful night, although his plan came together beautifully with everyone thinking he had. He’d dumped Peyton’s body deep in the heart of the swamp, throwing some of his own clothing in as well. He’d rowed the boat over to where he’d tied the small canoe he kept there and intentionally overturned the other boat and left. He’d returned to the house to collect Gabrielle and leave the Bayou, when he found the house empty, the window broken. Seth had searched for her most of the night, finally giving up and getting out just before daybreak. St. Louis was proving a great city and he was enjoying his time here. The business was doing well and he was respected and revered by his business partners.
He’d had a bit of creative cosmetic surgery just on the off chance someone got nosey. Seth was living his dream. He had money, cars, and any woman he thought he fancied; still the one woman he loved and wanted more than any other was with someone else. Gabrielle, I love you so much, he thought. Seth knew she would be appalled to hear him say as much, especially considering it wasn’t a brotherly love he was speaking of. The truth of the matter was Peyton was right when he accused him of pleasuring himself thinking of Gabrielle. He’d had to forcefully remove himself from the house on more than one occasion when thinking about her became too much for him. Seth chuckled thinking of people’s perception if they knew his feelings, but he knew something they didn’t. Gabrielle wasn’t his sister. She wasn’t related to either him or Peyton. Seth remembered hearing his father and mother talking the night they got Gabrielle. She was the product of one of his father’s friends and a tumultuous affair with a known Madame. The man stood to lose everything, including his wife and business if the child was discovered. The Madame had no use for a child in her business and wanted no part of her. His parents had taken Gabrielle without question. Seth recalled how happy his mother was that she finally had the little girl she’d always wanted.
Seth knew he loved her when she turned 12 and he was 15. For the years afterward he’d spent everyday grooming and teaching her to be the wife he desired, under the guise of brotherly concern. Now she’s laying with this fool every night, Seth brooded angrily. Sighing deeply he decided not to dwell on it right now. He had people in place who were going to secure the information he needed about her mate. He knew from his lone contact in the Bayou that Gabrielle was returning to do the closing on the old house. They finally had a buyer. Seth smiled as he thought about it. His team was already in place. When she came to the Bayou they were going to secure her and return her to St. Louis and her rightful place by his side. Smiling still, Seth rose and headed out to the garage getting into the Phantom and taking it out for ride, deciding he needed to redecorate. His baby was coming home and everything had to be absolutely perfect.
******
Tae was enjoying her evening with Shells. They’d been seeing each other since he rescued her from Kareem’s craziness. She’d officially broken up with Thames and retired from the game. Now she operated the rapidly growing catering company Shell’s had helped her established. Tae couldn’t believe it when she found out that Tariq had actually been the one to hire him or that it was Kaitlyn who was supposed to be watched. She was smart enough to figure out its was his own attraction that caught his eye and kept it trained on her as well.
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nbsp; “Whatcha so deep in thought about gurl,” Shells asked coming into the bedroom where she relaxed on his king sized bed, watching TV.
“Nothing,” she replied as he smiled and climbed in, pulling her close to him.
“I’m glad to see the business is working out for you,” he told her looking into her eyes. Tae smiled and told him she was as well.
“Now we just got to decide how we gone work out,” Shells told her, never taking his eyes from her.
He explained to her why he didn’t date a lot and what he expected from a partner. Tae let it be known the things she expected as well, when Shells kissed her deeply stopping her speech. She kissed him back as things heated up between them. This was uncharted territory for them both. They’d talked, hugged, even kissed, but clearly that was about to change. Shells kissed her neck softly as he removed her shirt and bra. Tae was on fired as his tongue found her nipples and his lips encased them, sucking gently. She removed his shirt, rubbing her hands over his rock hard abs and sculpted chest. Shells lifted Tae from the bed removing her skirt and thong simultaneously, sitting her at the edge of the bed. He kissed her from the lips to her stomach on his knees now as he pushed her gently back onto the bed. Tae bit her bottom lip, groaning deeply as Shells buried his face in her sex, greedily enjoying her nectar. She was breathing hard the sensations driving her crazy as Shells did things to her body that left her feeling like a virgin being tasted for the first time.
Shells loved the way her body showed it appreciation for his effort. Tae was softly moaning now, calling his name almost a whisper as he brought her to yet another orgasm with his mouth. Wanting very much to feel and experience her inner sanctum, Shells slowly nibbled his way back to her swollen nipples, biting them gently as she continued to breathe deeply and cry out slightly. His hand slipped between her legs enjoying the Brazilian wax once more, as he found her boat and began massaging the man inside it. Tae wanted him so much it was painful. Shells fingers began slipping as she saturated him with her desire and he knew she was ready. Taking his time, he slowly entered her as Tae gasped, the size of his manliness incredible. Shells took his time making love to her. The firm tightness of her was threatening to bring him far too quickly to his end. Stopping for a moment, he kissed her lips and caressed her as Tae moaned and begged him to continue. Shells complied, feeling her body welcome him with each thrust. Finding their rhythm together they continued making love, growing warmer and closer with each movement. Tae cried out loudly as Shells moaned deeply and came hard, the union consummated.
