by Sonja B
“Daddy,” Ladybug murmurs next to me. Shit, I didn’t even hear her come to my side. “Daddy, let him go. He’s learned his lesson. Daddy!”
Axl slowly starts to blink his eyes. He turns his head, staring at Alex, before looking at the now beet red Morind. Axl finally unwraps his legs from Morinds arm, then let’s go of his wrist. Morind balls up in the fetal position clutching his arm, as his assistant hurries to his side. Ladybug rushes to Axl, as he sits up, throwing her arms around his neck. He hugs her back, as he stands with her in his arms. Monica and Keirra run to the front of the class while the others stand, some with looks of amazement, others fear. Monica curses, as she wipes the blood from his face.
“Baby, what happened there? It’s like you zoned out for a minute.” Monica asks, as she examines his cut.
Axl gives a weak smile. “Oh, it was nothing. I was just trying to put on a little flare for the class.” She eyes him, before going to check on Morind.
“Umm, excuse me, Mr. Salvant. Some of us were wondering if you teach self-defense classes because that was amazing.” Tricia, the girl who was sparring with Morind earlier, asks.
“My daddy doesn’t give lessons to anyone.” Ladybug says with finality. Tricia’s mouth forms a perfect ‘O’ before she retreats back to the other students.
Monica returns, folding her arms in front of her. “Well, now we have to find another self-defense class, because of your little sparring flare, Sensei Morind doesn’t want us to come back. He threatened to press charges.” Axl growl, as he starts towards him. “Relax, Bruce Lee. I told him that it wouldn’t do him any good because we have a room full of witnesses that watched him call you out, then try to attack you with your back turned. He knew he couldn’t do shit with that, so instead, he’s kicked us out, even Alex.”
“That’s fine, he wasn’t teaching you guys shit anyway. I’ll find another class for you to attend.” Axl says, as he puts Ladybug down, then takes his jacket from her. He grabs her backpack and throws it over his shoulder. “Let’s go get some ice cream.”
“Yay,” Alex happily cheers, jumping up and down.
Monica shakes her head, before she and Keirra grab their things. I take Keirra’s backpack from her, as we walk out that wanna be karate instructor’s dojo for the last time. Good fucking riddance.
“Well, she definitely has a sparkling personality,” Papa states, pulling me back to the conversation at hand.
“How about you all take a seat?” I offer. Keirra, Granny, and Papa take a seat on one couch while Monica sat on the other. Adam sat in a recliner, and Axl and I chose to remain standing.
Once everyone was comfortable, I began, “With what happened with Keirra at work today, Axl and I thought it would be best if Granny and Papa stay here with us until all of this blows over.”
“And how long do you think this is going to take to blow over? We can’t leave our house unattended for too long. Hell, it’s probably broken into by now.” Papa grumbles.
“I assure you, Mr. Davis, your house is fine,” Axl confirms.
“And how would you know? Y’all had us pack up and leave so fast, I can’t remember if I locked the damn door!”
“It’s locked, Papa. I checked it before we left.” I honestly say. “Now, to answer your question on how long it’s going to take, hopefully we’ll have this taken care of soon. I don’t trust that he will let Keirra’s refusal go especially since she and Monica put their hands on him”
“What?!” Granny and Papa yell at the same time, looking over at Keirra and Monica.
“I’ll let Keirra fill you guys in on that later, but for now you're safe here. Juan doesn’t know where you are, and that’s a good thing. I’m not going to take Juan’s threat idly. If he came to her job and acted an ass, then there’s no telling what he might do. So, for right now, make yourselves comfortable. Keirra will show you to your room on my wing of the house while I get started on dinner.”
“Oh, no you don’t young man. We’re guests in your house, and to show our thanks, I will make dinner tonight.” Granny offers, as she stands. I try to speak, but she stops me, shaking her head. “Nope, keep whatever you were going to say in that handsome head of yours. Now show me to the kitchen so I can get started.”
“I’ll show you, granny.” Keirra chimes in, as she rises from her seat, going over to Granny then linking her arm in hers.
“I’m coming too, so I might be able to talk you into making some of your homemade butter cookies.” Monica chirped, as she followed them down the hall.
With the ladies gone into the kitchen, that left us men in the den to brainstorm. We sat and discussed different scenarios of what Juan might do next, as the delicious aroma of whatever Granny was cooking began to fill the room. For each scenario, we came up with plans to take him down. I wanted to go find his ass and lay him to rest, but Axl said to wait and see what he does next. We don’t want to start a possible war with the Los Diablos if we don’t have to.
I hope that mother fucker finds a deep hole and buries himself in it because if he comes anywhere near Keirra again, Axl won’t be able to stop me from killing his ass this time.
Chapter 11
Felix
Three days have passed without a peep from Juan. I’m kind of disappointed because my every waking thought is putting a bullet between his eyes. My trigger finger was itching for the chance.
With persistence from everyone, Keirra took the rest of the week off. I didn’t trust that mother fucker to not show up at her job again. She was enjoying spending time with her grandparents, and so did the rest of us. I was pretty much kicked out of my kitchen as Granny took over, not that I was complaining. It was nice to have a home-cooked meal prepared by someone else other than me.
Papa fell in love with the state of the art entertainment system in the den. He has pretty much laid claim to one of the entertainment recliners that has cup holders, installed speakers and slots for all the remotes. It didn’t bother us none because we liked the same movies and shows as he did. He only had to compromise when Alex wanted to watch one of her movies.
Today though, cabin fever was starting to set in with Keirra. I know she’s used to moving around whenever she wants, and being confined in the house was starting to take its toll.
“Felix, I need to get out of this house,” Keirra whispered, as she lay across my chest. We were lying in bed late this morning because I didn’t have to be at the restaurant till two.
I sigh, placing my arm behind my head. “I know, Keirra, but I don’t want to take any chances, it’s only been a few days.”
“Three, it’s been three days, Felix. I’m not used to sitting still like this. Don’t get me wrong, I love having Granny and Papa here, but I need to get some fresh air. And before you say it, I can only spend so much time sitting out back on the patio. I need to see other faces.” She says, sitting up, as the strap of her spaghetti string tank top falls down her left shoulder. I caress her shoulder, her skin soft to the touch. Keirra stares at me with a twinkle in her eye. A devious smile slowly graces her beautiful face. “Felix,” she purrs, as she leans down and begins to kiss on my neck. She nips at it, making me hiss. Shit. “Couldn’t. We.” Her warm kisses trail down my neck to my chest. She licks my left nipple, before blowing on it. My cock immediately comes to life under my boxers. “Couldn’t we come…” Keirra does the same to my right nipple, only this time, she bites it. Not hard but hard enough to make it pleasurable. Keirra looks up at me with that wicked smile, as she kisses her way down my chest to my stomach. She swirls her tongue in and out of my navel, as she glides her left hand up my side to my nipple and pinches it. I moan, closing my eyes. A low giggle escapes her, as her kisses descend lower. I raise my hips when I feel her grab the sides of my boxers, slowly pulling them down. Her best friend that she has dubbed ‘The Monster’ pops out, ready for her to play with him.
Opening my eyes, I stare down at her, as mischief dances in hers. “Baby?!” I eagerly plead.
Keir
ra smiles, gripping my shaft, then licking the bead of pre-cum that has formed on the head. Fuck. She takes my swollen head into her warm mouth, swirling her tongue around it, before playing with the hole with the tip of her tongue. I moan like a bitch, as she begins to bob up and down on her Monster. Her cheeks hollow, as she sucks on that mother fucker like a vacuum. Suddenly, she pulls her lips away, making a popping sound. She laps at the head, before spitting on it, then spreading it up and down my shaft. Keirra starts her attack again, as she takes the head back in her mouth. She strokes my shaft with her hand, as she sucks the head like a Tootsie Pop. Yeah, we’re about to find out how many licks it takes to get to the center.
I grip her hair in my hand, as I slowly lift my hips. “Just like that, baby. You know I like it sloppy.”
She begins to hum on my cock. Releasing my shaft, she takes hold of my balls and starts to massage them. Fuck, I’m not going to last long. Tightening my grip on her hair, I stop her movements, holding her head in one place, as I start to fuck her face. I growl from the feel of my head hitting the back of her throat. My baby doesn’t even gag, as she continues to hum. She applies pressure to my sac. A few more strokes and I will see heaven.
Keirra abruptly pulls her head away from my cock with drool running down the sides of her mouth. That mischievous grin reappears. “Felix, couldn’t we come to some kind of compromise?” She tightens her fist, then relaxes her grip on my sac. Fuck, she is killing me.
“Baby, can’t we talk about this once we’re done?!” I breathlessly ask, as my cock throbs, ready to explode.
She shakes her head. “No baby, I need some air, are you going to let me out? If you let me out, I’ll help you cum.”
Fuck, she literally and figuratively had me by the balls. At this point, I would tell her whatever the fuck she wanted to hear. “Yeah, Keirra, damn, I’ll let you out! Now finish what the fuck you started!”
She smiles with triumph, as she attacks my cock like a porn star. My eyes roll to the back of my head, as I erupt in her mouth. My legs shake like I’m having a seizure, as she drains my shit dry, swallowing every drop. This woman will be the death of me, and I’d gladly embrace that shit.
I lay on the bed like a comatose patient when my orgasm finally subsides. Keirra ran to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth and is now cleaning me off. She might have thought she could use her mad head game to get over on me, but I got something for her.
“Thank you for that, baby,” I tell her when she’s done. “Now, about your compromise…”
She gives me the evil eye. “You can’t go back on your word, Felix!”
“No, I’m not going back on my word. You want air, then I’m going to make sure you have it…at the restaurant with me.”
“What?”
“My hostess called in sick last night and will be out for the rest of the week. You can fill in her spot. You’ll get your air and help me out in the process.”
Keirra glares at me hard, before saying, “Fine, but you’re gonna pay me.”
I bust out laughing, before I sit up and grab her by her waist, bringing her down on the bed. I turn her on her back and cover her body with mine. She giggles, as I begin to tickle her. I stop to look at her beautiful face. This woman meant the world to me, and I would do anything in this world to keep that sexy smile on her face.
“I love you, Mrs. Salvant.”
“I love you too, Mr. Salvant.”
Just hearing her say those words makes my heart swell. I capture her lips with mine, kissing her passionately before showing her how much I meant every word I said, as I slowly make love to her.
It’s six-fifteen at Salvant’s, and we packed as hell. There’s an hour wait for tables with diners still coming in. Even the Chief of Police, Lincoln Anderson, and his wife were here tonight. My kitchen is jumping, and I’m in my element. Orders are going out on time, and my staff is kicking ass. Keirra is doing an excellent job as a hostess. She’s greeting everyone and making sure the customers who are waiting receive complimentary cocktails while they wait. I might have to talk her into becoming my full-time hostess. The bar area is full also, as Marco and his crew are cranking out drinks and appetizers on their side. It looks like my dream of having a successful restaurant has become a reality.
As I stand at the grill, cooking up today’s special of filet mignon’s, Josette, one of the waitress’, rushes to my side.
“Hey, chef, you might wanna go to the front. There’s a group of people out there giving your lady a hard time.”
I immediately stop flipping the filet’s over. “What?”
“There’re some people out front being rude as hell!”
I turn to Jeff, my Sous Chef. “Finish these for me.”
“No problem, chef.” He says, taking my spot by the grill.
Taking off my apron, I throw it on the counter, as I leave the kitchen. Diners stop me with compliments on their meals, as I try to get to the entrance. I give a quick thank you, trying not to be rude, but my mind is getting to the front to see what the fuck is going on. And I find out as I enter. That bitch Juan with two other men and three women are standing there, as he’s saying something to Keirra.
“What’s going on?” I ask, as I approach. Juan cuts his eyes at me. He stares at me hard, before anger flashes across his face.
“You mother fucker! I should shoot your ass where you stand.” He fumes. The woman next to him takes a step back, as she realizes I’m the one who beat his ass that night as she stood at the top of his stairs.
“You know this white boy, Juan?” The man on his left with Los Diablos tatted on his neck asks. He looks like he could be related to him.
“Yeah, little brother, this that mother fucker I was telling you about who broke in my house and put his hands on me. I swore if I saw your ass again, I was going to make you pay.”
“Well, I’m right here, cocksucker,” I said, stepping closer to him.
Keirra steps in front of me, halting my steps. “Not here, baby. Just call the police.”
“Baby?! Baby?! Oh, this is who you were talking about when I walked up on you at your job. No wonder this mother fucker came to my house like a fucking mad man. You’ve been fucking this cracker the whole fucking time. I knew your ass wasn’t shit!”
This bitch! I try to get to him but stop when I hear, “Is there a problem, Chef Salvant?” Chief of Police Anderson’s deep raspy voice booms, as he steps into the area.
The gusto in Juan and his entourage evaporate when they realize who just spoke. Yeah, mother fucker, he just saved your life.
“No, Chief. These…folks were just leaving due to us having a full house. Isn’t that right, sir?” I sarcastically say, turning to Juan.
His nostrils flare, as his heated gaze fixates on me. “Yeah, what he said, Chief.”
Chief Anderson regards Juan, before asking, “Don’t I know you?”
Juan smiles, then turns to the woman at his side. “No, I don’t think so. Let’s go.” He gives Keirra one last look, before they exit the restaurant.
“Y’all alright?” Chief Anderson questions. He was a big African American man that most found intimidating until you got to know him.
“Yes, we're fine, Chief. Just some customers who didn’t want to wait to be seated.” I lie.
He watches me closely, before saying, “Well, the foods definitely worth a cut in line, but if you have any more problems, let me know. I have some officers who work part-time security at some of the business’ here in town.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, thank you,” I tell him, before he returns to his table where his wife is waiting.
I pull Keirra to the side. “What the fuck happened?!”
“I was doing my hosting job when they entered. He saw me and started talking shit. I told him he would have to leave, but that only escalated things. When I told him I was going to call the police if he didn’t leave, he said they wouldn’t get here in time to save me.”
Tears begin to fall from her eyes
. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer to me. I couldn’t have my woman scared, constantly looking over her shoulder for this mother fucker. It was time to take his ass out.
“Baby go have a seat at the bar, I’ll pull one of the waitresses to fill your spot. Wait for me there. Have Marco get you a drink. Once I have the kitchen squared away, we’ll go home, okay.”
She nods. I give her a kiss of assurance, before she heads to the bar. My fucking blood is boiling. If the Chief hadn’t stepped in, I was going to end that mother fucker in the entry of Salvant’s.
Thirty minutes later, after getting everything lined out with Jeff and the staff, we were ready to go. I went to the bar area to get Keirra and told Marco I would call him later. Navigating our way through the dining area, the kitchen then finally to the back door leading to my car, we stepped outside.
“Surprise, mother fucker!” Was all I heard, before a sharp pain explodes from the back of my head. Keirra!
Chapter 12
Axl
I sat in my office at the house, going over things regarding the Romano Empire with Adam. I never thought I would one day be taking over his empire. This man brought death and destruction to my life. Instead of embracing me when he first took me, he made my life a living hell. He turned me into the monster that I am today. Most people saw me as a family man and entrepreneur, and actually, I was…until you did something to threaten my family. Then the Snatcher of Souls came out.
“So, what do we need to expect now that you have taken over?” Adam asks, sitting in the chair in front of my desk.
“Right now, he’s going over all the businesses with me. I will bring you and Felix up to speed when I learn how many there actually are. You’d be surprised at what he had his hand in. Anyway, I told him the next time we meet. I want you two to sit in on it. If I’m going to do this, I want the people I trust the most by my side, that’s you and Felix. I mean, I know I can trust Lorenzo and maybe Maxillo, but the others, I’m not too sure about. They sat back and watched as I went through all that bullshit. I know they were doing their jobs, but I don’t know… I might have to get a brand-new set of guards.”
