Torn by the Code

by Eureka

  “Go and kill each other; go ahead and hurt me some more. My husband is dead, and that’s my grandson. Yes, my grandson,” she said with a mean scowl on her face as she stared directly at Kainmen. “The more you two fight, the more she wins. I mean the devil wins,” she chanted as she turned and walked out of the office in Kainmen’s house.

  I stood there panting and breathing hard, trying to catch my breath and protect Junior at all costs. I was confused about why Mother would say she wins. Hell, Dutch was dead, and I have her son. The only part I underestimated was that damn Flex. But soon, I’ll correct that.

  I picked Junior up and stormed out of the room and out of the house. I wanted to be as far away from my family as I could get. I strapped Junior in his custom-made car seat. I was going to a hotel for the night. I needed to get some rest and clear my head. I was going crazy. I missed my pregnant wife and needed to see Flex take his last breath. I caught a glimpse of Junior in the rearview mirror as I got in the driver’s seat and strapped my seat belt across me. “It’s okay, li’l man. We’ll find Netta, and we’ll all be a family again. She’s your new mother.”

  “Mommy,” he said making a well-formed, understandable word.

  My heart pained me each time I watched him struggle for a sentence. This was so unfair. For the life of me, I couldn’t understand why this was happening. Just a year ago, our lives were so different and happy . . . or so I thought. But, of course, like anything good, nothing lasts forever. My main concern at this point is making sure that bitch Elana was six feet deep. I picked the phone up one more time in hopes of reaching Mita, but no answer this time. In fact, the call went straight to voicemail. I had a feeling once again that my world was about to be uprooted and shaken to the core.

  My phone rang. “Hello,” I said as I answered it. Kainmen screamed into the phone something about me and leaving the family and our mother when she needed us the most. I listened for a short moment, then hung up on his ass. I didn’t want to hear shit from him after finding out he was the one who sent the very man who put my son in the state he was in. After driving a little more, I finally came to a stop at the nearest Knutsford Court Hotel Inn and booked a room for Junior and me. I was going to be up early in the morning to get out of this country, back to Chicago to find Flex.

  “He’ll be worm food by sunup.” There’s one thing I know for sure with a dude like Flex. He only knows one way to survive, and that is in the streets, and, of course, he will not do it in unfamiliar territory. “So Chicago it is.” I spoke aloud as I sang along to Bob Marley and the Wailers’ “I Shot the Sheriff.” “It was I who shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot no deputy.” I sang the lyrics as if I held the smoking gun in my hand right then and there. In my mind, Flex was the sheriff, and I shot his ass dead.

  I pulled up in front of the hotel. When I got out of the car, I looked around to make sure I didn’t see anyone who would be following me. At this point, my brother and I were not on good terms. In fact, in my mind, if I saw him at this moment, I would put a bullet clean in his head.

  I noticed a tall redhead standing across the street. She was tall and thick. Her skin was a caramel brown. She seemed to be in a heated argument with some man. I noticed another big, burly looking dude come over and lift the man from his feet and toss him to the curb. He jumped up with fear in his eyes and took off running in the other direction. Then the redhead looked around and sashayed back into a building. I read the sign above the entrance, “Club Ready Red.” I got Naheri Jr. out of the backseat, making a mental note to myself that while he was asleep, I would check this club out before we headed out the next morning.

  I got us a room and made sure I had Junior down for the night. It wasn’t hard to do with all the commotion he experienced earlier. He was fast asleep once he hit the bed. I sat for a second flipping through the TV channels. There was nothing on to bore me to sleep. Television over here was not like the States. I turned to a station that was playing videos. “Just gimmie the light and pass the dro . . . some of them move like a Spiderman.” Sean Paul’s hit Gimmie da Light was on. I watched the woman in the video move her hips with sexy dance moves. That put me more in a party mode. I wanted a stiff drink and some hot pussy. My mind flashed back to Ms. Red I’d seen earlier. My brief glance at her body was enough for me to get a stiff one in my jeans. I turned the volume down, made sure Junior was out cold, and slowly crept out the door on my way headed to my next level of passion with Miss Red.

  Chapter 30

  Mona Red

  “Hey, put that box over there. And make sure all of the condoms are in stock. I don’t want that shit from last time to happen again,” I said as I directed one of my assistant managers.

  “Yes, sure thing, Miss Mona. Did you order the new kneepads? Some of the ladies were complaining about the old ones. They said when they are giving head they can’t stay on them a long time,” I laughed.

  Slynn was my partner in crime. We came from the States a few years back and found a gold mine selling pussy over here. Adult Yankee pussy was the hottest thing around. When I got over here in 2010, I started off small, but today, I own and operate one of the most popular brothels Jamaica has ever seen. Politicians, hood ballers, everyday workmen from all walks of life who may be different on the outside had one thing in common: the love of pussy, and they didn’t mind paying for it.

  I made sure everything was well stocked before we opened up for the night. Earlier, I had a problem with one of the regulars not wanting to pay, so my bouncer had to rough him up a bit. Then I noticed a face I hadn’t seen in years. I could have sworn—no—as a matter of fact, I know that it was Naheri. Before I moved over here, my girl Elana introduced us. Back then, I had black hair and was a few pounds heavier. When I got here, I started working out and toning up and dying my hair its signature color, red. I remembered when I didn’t have a dime to my name; then Elana hooked me up with the bread I needed to get started over here. I will forever be grateful to her and my cousin Flex. I hadn’t heard from either of them in a while. I decided to call the one number back home who could give me the 411 on them. When I learned that Elana was dead and Flex was too, one of our real close associates put me up on what was really going on and gave me a number where I could reach Elana. When I called her, she confirmed everything and let me know she was looking for Naheri, and he’d taken her son. When I saw him earlier, I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist all of this. When I noticed him watching me from my peripheral view, I made sure my tight, round ass was in plain view. The gap I have between my legs made it better. That gap speaks volumes about a woman’s sex. In most cases, it means you have some good pussy. That couldn’t be any truer in my case. When I told Elana they were here, she asked me to stall him for a few days. She was on her way.

  He wasn’t bad on the eyes, so this would be a pleasure for me, and my girls would make him never want to leave. I grabbed a glass and some ice and poured some of the top-of-the-line Jamaican rum in it. Then as the sound of the ice crackled from the rum, I heard someone ask, “You mind fixing me one?”

  I had my head downward as I poured. When I heard that question, I slowly lifted my head up to give whoever this was “the business,” till I noticed these sexy brown eyes and almost flawless bronze skin adorned with nice long locs. When he smiled, I almost came in my thong. When our eyes met, it was confirmed in the flesh. Naheri was here.

  “Sure, baby, no problem,” I said as Naheri took a seat at the end of the bar. He was looking good to me. “Where you from?” I asked him with a smirk. He took a nice gulp of the rum and placed the glass down on the bar. “I’m from ’round here. Surprised you don’t know who I am. Well, I’m Naheri, and you are . . .?”

  I thought for a second he’d figured out I knew him from Chicago, but when I noticed the lustful look in his eyes, I knew then he was clueless. “My name is Mona, Mona Red. Nice to meet you, Naheri, or should I call you Adonis?”

  He laughed. “Now, why would you call me Adonis?”

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sp; I bit down on my bottom lip. “’Cause you look like a Greek god to me.” I hoped my straightforwardness didn’t scare him off.

  “Well, thank you, Goddess Red. You lookin’ delicious enough to eat to me.” He had a look on his face full of lust. If I wasn’t on a mission, I could get lost inside of that fineness, but I had to stay the course. I motioned for Slynn to come over. “Hey, escort our new friend over to the VIP. Make sure he stays happy and satisfied.”

  Slynn seductively sashayed her hips. She made sure her round bottom was at full attention and very noticeable to him. Like a dog in heat, he followed every sway and curve she threw at him.

  He managed to snap out of his trance long enough to ask me, “Will you be joining us, I mean me?”

  “Sure, give me a few minutes to situate the bar, and I got you. Mi wan give you a new ting,” I said to him as sexily as I could in a broken dialect. I watched as he and Slynn entered into the VIP section. His broad shoulders and massive legs had me wanting to hit that in the worst way. I made a mental note to enjoy every inch of him. As soon as I was sure he made it in, I quickly picked up the phone and called the number Elana told me to call whenever I saw him.

  “The pigeon is on the wire,” I spoke in code to the person that answered the phone. In so many ways, I owed Elana and the help she gave me before and after I left Chicago. I hurried and hung up and made my way inside of the VIP. “Hello, there, handsome. Let’s share a toast . . . to new friends and great times.”

  “Sure thing, my sexy red. So how long have you been here on the island? And is it true what they say about redheads?” He took a sip from his glass.

  “Well, I have been here my whole life. And, yes, the saying is true. Redheads put the F in fuckin’ and fun.” I smiled and took a sip from my glass. He looked at me funny. “What’s wrong? Am I too forward for you?”

  He chuckled. “Not at all. You are just the way I like it. Straight; no chaser.” He inched closer toward me.

  The scent of his cologne filled my nostrils. He smelled like a bag of money. The scent he wore I’d smelled it before on some of my wealthiest cliental.

  “Um, you smell good enough to lick on,” he said to me as he took the tip of his finger and traced along the side of my arm. “Is that the exotic scent of J’Adore for women? There’s something about that smell that drives me crazy. You mind if I get a little closer? Girl, you gonna make me eat my snack right here and now.”

  I was so into his swag and the game he was throwing my way I almost forgot to keep an eye on him. There was something about him that had me wanting to bust it wide open, but I couldn’t allow him to go there or take me there.

  “Slow down, handsome. I got a surprise for you.” As wet as my kitty was for him, I had to play it cool. I gave my bouncer who stood at the door a head nod. This wasn’t the regular head nod; he knew exactly what it meant. About two seconds later, two tall, dark-skinned, long-legged goddesses walked through the door. Identical twins; one rocked a short bob, while the other one wore a long, Brazilian weave. Almost identical in size, only one had a huge donkey ass, and the other had huge breasts. They both walked over and sat on either side of Naheri, which was good for me because I didn’t know how much longer I could stick to the plan.

  “Here you go, baby; enjoy the appetizers before the main course,” I said to him with a smile on my face as I stood up and let them have at him. He reared back in the booth as the sexy duo stood and circled their hips and grinded on each other. They gave each other seductive feels and rubs as Naheri sat back and enjoyed the show. I watched him as he got turned on. He licked his lips and rubbed his manhood through his jeans. I poured him a glass of Hennessy. This time, I slipped a molly inside of his glass, a small pill filled with different types of drugs guaranteed to make him horny and who knows what else. Then I sat down next to him as he watched the show. I passed him the glass as soon as the pill dissolved. He hadn’t noticed. His eyes were glued to his two personal porn stars in front of him. He gulped the drink, and almost immediately he felt it. He stared at me with hunger in his eyes as he licked his bottom lip and started kissing my arm.

  The two ladies were so into doing each other they didn’t even pay attention to him as he pulled his massive dick out of his jeans to stroke it. I took my leg and raised it in the air as I moved to the beat of the music. Beenie Man’s “King of the Dancehall” was playing loud. The beat of the music was electrifying. He stood up and put his manhood back into his pants, then reached for my hand to join him in a dance. He started slowly grinding, then dropped it low around my waist. He took in a deep breath of my kitty as I worked my hips and kitty in front of his face. He came back upward and stopped just above my ear. “Let me touch that pussy. I wan’ take my tongue and tickle that clit some. Sit on my face. Mm, girl, I want you now.” He sounded so hungry and horny. I knew the drug had taken effect.

  I took him by the hand and led him out of the VIP area. I gave Rachel “the look.” No one was to disturb us. She took her client and turned her back toward him as she gave him the backward cowgirl move. She winked to let me know she understood. When we got inside my back office, I completely lost control. I was feeling horny and off my square.

  He grabbed me by the breasts and started biting them. I felt pleasure and pain at once. “You like that?” he said lustfully. I threw my head back in pleasure as he ravaged my body. He lowered himself to the floor in front of me and tugged at my thong with his teeth.

  “Yes, take all this pussy in your mouth.”

  He ripped my thong off; his eyes widened with delight. “Damn, baby, even your pussy hairs are red. I like it,” he said as he placed his tongue on my clit.

  “Mmm, yes, mmm,” I moaned with delight. He sucked me until my body shivered. I’d had my experience with head before, but he was a true professional. His tongue technique had me coming in less than five minutes, and that was a first for me. I couldn’t let him punk me out like that. I lowered myself panting and breathing to his dick and took that massive pole out of his jeans and placed it inside my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down faster, slower, swirling my tongue on the tip of his manhood. He moved my hair from my face so he could get a better view.

  “Ah, shit, sl . . . ah, shit,” he said as he rammed his manhood deeper down my throat. I took every inch like a champ. I continued until I felt his legs start to buckle from underneath him. My head was spinning by then. But I couldn’t stop. I swallowed every drop. Was he was done releasing his load into my mouth? I did a quick headstand. He placed his long, thick shaft down my wet hole as he stood up straight inside of my legs while I hung upside down. The position we were in was straight from the Kama Sutra. He was thrusting up and down like he was dipping a tea bag. In and out, slow, then fast. He had me going so hard I was coming harder than I’d ever done before.

  He grabbed my legs quickly and took a hand full of my hair. “I love the way this red shit looks in my hand. Come here, bitch,” he said in an angry, stern tone. He spun me around and started ramming his manhood inside of my anus.

  “Ouch, you’re hurting me,” I said, almost screaming.

  “Oh no, Ms. Mona Red, or shall I say Ramona. Didn’t think I knew who you were? I remember your flat ass from Chicago,” he said as he rammed his dick deeper inside of my anus until come and blood started flowing down my legs. He continued his humiliation and assault. “Didn’t think I’d remember your ass, huh? Well, guess what, bitch?” he said as he continued to thrust.

  With every word he spoke, he rammed his massive penis inside of me. “Didn’t think I’d remember your fuckin’ cousin, Flex? That muthafucka ruined my life.” He went so deep I thought he was coming out the front. “Yeah, I knew you when I first came in the door. So yeah, take this dick,” he said panting. “Yeah, this the dick you want, the dick you need. Oh yeah, this is the dick you will die for.” I felt a swipe across my neck and blood started pouring from it. I tried holding the wound to stop the bleeding. The more I tried to inch away, the more he continued to ram
himself inside me until he came.

  Blood rushed out of my neck as if someone turned on a faucet. “Be sure to tell your girl, my bitch of a wife, I said hello.” The last thing I heard was an animalistic grunt from him.

  Chapter 31

  Dutchtress Gonna Give You What You Want

  “What the hell you mean? I sent you to do one thing, and you fucked that up?” I hung up the phone in his face. I had no time for excuses. I was on the plane jetting to Kingston. Mona called and told me she had Naheri right where I needed him to be. She said she saw my son with him earlier that day. But if I knew anything about my conniving husband, she was not to underestimate him. I’d done that before, and look where I am now—without my son or the love of my life. My heart was heavy once more. The only thing that has kept me going since I killed Mita was the fact that I knew all was not lost. My money was low, but the ones I have helped along the way saw fit to help me. Not only did they help, but also they supplied. Elana was legally dead, but Dutchtress was alive, well, and ready.

  I walked over to the bar stocked on the private jet I’d borrowed from one of the Kristen Brothers. They were two of the most ruthless drug lords in Columbia. Cartel ties came in handy. They owed me. When I came aboard some years ago, they had an uncle that was fuckin’ up the family money. They couldn’t get rid of him; it went against the family code. But neither Flex nor I was a part of the family. In fact, the old bastard tried to step on my toes, and I wasn’t having that. When the brothers came to me and gave me a proposition I could not refuse, it was settled. Their uncle, Uncle Karry, had to go.

  The night of the murder they made sure their father and mother were gone with them on a cruise for a few days. I set up a deal to cop some product from Karry to send to my people in Hillcrest. When he called me over, he thought he was gonna get his old dick wet. I wasn’t the average thug-looking chick, nor did my looks resemble a gorilla, either. In fact, I was what you would call “thicker than a Snicker.” My body was my most dangerous surprise. None of the men in the organization took me as the nightmare their mother warned them about, but to their dismay, I was that . . . and much more.