by Eureka
“Babe,” he said, cutting me off, “look, I know you my Bonnie, my ride or die, but this is too deep for you. Let me go in here and wash my face so I can get my mind right. I got to get on the first thing smoking outta here.” He kissed my forehead and walked in the bathroom. His phone vibrated some more. I walked over and picked it up from the bed, and there was a message from a Peanut.
Hey, Joe, you fucked up to the max! Since you my dude, I’m giving you a heads-up. There’s a bounty on your head. What the fuck was you thinking, anyway? Look, get at my people in Arkansas and lie low.
Here is ole girl picture. I could lose my life for this, but you my family, and I can’t let you get killed. Joe, leave town tonight!
When her picture came on the screen, I almost passed out. Here I was looking at my own family—my sister Elana. I remembered when I was younger, our mother had a few pictures around the house of this girl I didn’t know. When I asked her one day in her state of euphoria from her drugs, she broke down and told me and JJ the whole story. How we have an older sister named Elana. She said she gave her to our aunt because she couldn’t raise her. When I went to look for her after our mother was murdered, I couldn’t find her. But years later, while JJ and I were being raised in foster homes, I saw an article in the Chicago Sun-Times about a bright young woman out of the hood who’s making a name for herself. She looked just like our mother; even her smile was identical. I knew it was her, so I cut out the picture of her and kept it even as JJ and I were removed from our mother’s house and placed in the system. It was one of the few things I held on to. When I compared her to the picture in the article, I knew it was her.
When Yalow came out of the bathroom, I gave him his phone. He looked at the message, then fear drenched his entire face. He gave me a long goodbye kiss and rushed out. I never heard from him again. Fearing the worst, I did what I had to, to get out of that godforsaken city. Years later, the streets started talking. Word was circulating that the one who was responsible for the murders of my mother and aunt was none other than my sister Elana—Dutchtress. Of course, no one could prove it, but the street had better intel than the police. I have hated her ever since. I spent the latter part of my life wanting her to pay for the misery JJ and I were put in. We were moved from home to home, often abused, and were separated . . . only to later reunite at JJ’s grave site. I hated her and blamed her for everything. When I discovered who Peanut was, I put a plan in motion to put him on Kainmen’s radar, and it worked. I knew it would draw Flex out, and I already had plans for her son. Naheri was an added bonus.
Normally, Kool-Aid don’t pump through my veins, but seeing her in action, I can see the ice and ruthlessness flowing through her. I pray that my little one and I make it out of this alive. I doubt that, however, when she discovers me and what I have done.
Chapter 42
Kainmen’s Cost to Be a Boss
I have tried calling this sorry-ass muthafucka all day. “Shit!” I said as his voicemail picked up. I looked over at our mother who sat across the table with what looked like a million and one thoughts going through her mind. I studied her. Her usually stern, calm, and all-together features seemed to become unraveled. “I told you, Kainmen, he’s not capable of resisting her.”
“Momma, I know, but I sent Rasta to make sure she was dead as a doornail. When I looked her eye-to-eye, all I could see was venom flowing from her eyes. She hates us. I mean hates us and anything and everything about us. Momma, be careful. She wants us all dead. I couldn’t stand to lose you too.”
My mother threw her hand up at me to dismiss the warning. Then she got up and walked out of the room. Adorned on her face was the look of “I wish she would try.” Dutchtress or no Dutchtress, my mother was old-school gangsta.
When she closed the door, I heard the locks clink together, indicating the door was locked. I tried calling my stupid brother one more time. Still no answer. He was way past pissing me off. He better hope I remembered he was still my little brother because right now, I wanted to put a bullet in his head. Right between his fuckin’ eyes. I still tried wrapping my head around the fact that all of his mistakes were the cause of everything wrong. He had no clue who he was messing with when he married that fuckin’ lunatic.
I walked over to my minibar and fixed me a much-needed drink to calm my nerves. Images of the previous hours still consumed my thoughts. One thing is certain: Dutchtress has to die. As each ice cube made a clinking noise as it hit the bottom of the glass, I reminisced on the day Dutchtress killed my grandfather and uncle. Her heartless ass just took them out like it was nothing. I knew I should have killed her son and that bastard side lover of hers.
I sat back down seething with anger. All of my thoughts and everything in me wanted her dead. I started biting down on my bottom lip with so much force I tasted blood inside of my mouth.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. “One second,” I yelled out to whoever was on the other side of the door. I got up and unlocked it. Gina stepped in, looking just as beautiful as she did the other day, but her eyes were filled with sadness. This had become our normal greeting. So much regret and hopelessness from a love that could never be, because I remained true to my business and family.
“Kainmen, I just came to tell you what your mother said. She told me to tell you that your father’s body will be placed in the family crypt. She didn’t want to have a service; she didn’t tell me why, but she said you would know. Are you OK? I know this is hard, and I’m sorry for your loss.”
Her words pierced my heart like a dagger. My father was dead, my mother was broken, my brother has lost his mind, and on top of all of that, the bitch who was supposed to be dead is back with a vengeance. I had to get her—and fast. I looked over at Gina. Her eyes were filled with confusion and sadness once again. I didn’t have any clear answers for her. She wanted more than I was able to give.
“Thank you for bringing me the word from my mom. If there’s nothing else, you can leave,” I stated coldly to her. She squinted her eyes at me with a look of challenge all over her face.
“I know you’re grieving right now, but that doesn’t give you the right to be so cold toward me. I’ll let this one go, but if you ever talk to me like I’m one of your—”
“My what? What? Just another female, bitch, or whatever the saying is these days? I don’t owe you or anyone else shit. You can leave and get the fuck out of my face, Gina.” It broke me to pieces to speak to her like that, but she had to understand that I needed her away from me. Fast. There was no way I’ll let Dutchtress kill her just because of me.
Tears rolled down her face. Her lips trembled with every word as she replied, “So, that’s all I am to you . . . another bitch? No love, nothing? How dare you! Who do you think you are? I will leave. As a matter of fact, I quit, you heartless bastard!”
I just lowered my head. My silent frustration won this battle. “I’d rather have you safe and alive. If Dutchtress finds out just how much you mean to me, you would be dead.” I took a big gulp, finishing off my drink, then slammed the glass down and stormed out the door. I had to get on with my mission.
“You dying today, Dutchtress.”
Chapter 43
None before We
The ride back to the hotel was silent. An eerie feeling of guilt and confusion lingered in the air. No one wanted to speak about the situation; no one knew where to start. Two people Flex trusted with his life ended up turning on him, Knight, and Vell.
None of them looked at one another, I guess in fear the other one would question his loyalty, but nonetheless, I wanted to leave nothing to chance. When we made it back to the hotel, I had them enter in the back way while I walked past the front desk. I exchanged pleasantries, not wanting to draw any attention to myself or the new guests entering through the back. I gave Flex the room number in the truck and told him which section of the hotel the room was located. By the time I reached up there, all of them were in the room.
Flex stood over by the window, and Knight and V
ell were across the room by the balcony. I watched these three strong men who would put a bullet in someone’s head if they crossed their leg the wrong way looking as lost as a baby lamb going to the slaughter.
Naheri’s wife, Netta, sat in a chair at the desk in the far end of the room. She looked fragile and worn. I walked over to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. “Look, there’s another room right there through that door. Why don’t you lie down? We have a lot to talk about later.”
She slowly stood up and nodded her head in agreement. She reached out for the doorknob, and I said, “Oh, please don’t think you can get out through that room. There is no door in there, and the windows are presently sealed shut. There is central air-conditioning, so you’ll be cool. But if you get any bright ideas about leaving . . . Let’s just say what happened at the cove will be child’s play. Ya got me?” I reminded her with a smile on my face. No more games would be played. It is all or nothing now, and I plan on having it all.
Knight and Vell walked over to help her through with the door. “After she’s in there settled, come out later so I can talk to you guys and Flex, but Flex and I will be awhile first,” I said as they walked Netta to the other room.
Flex walked over to me and hugged me once more. The lost look that adorned his face had my heart in a million pieces, but I did what had to be done because of our loose ends which got us here in the first place. I held him tightly. The pleasant smell of his cologne filled my nostrils. I missed the smell of Sean John for men. The cologne and his body chemistry mixed just right. It was not overbearing or weak but just right. I rubbed my hands down the sides of his arms making sure I touched each crease of his well-defined muscular arms. I loved him and missed him as if I missed the air I breathed. The feel of his shoulders had me ready. But I needed for him to understand me. The old Elana was gone, stolen from this earth too soon, but my love for him remained. I looked him deeply in his eyes. I needed to search his eyes. They have always been the window to his soul for me. All I could see was a hint of confusion and some pain. But the joy in them was there. It was evident when I saw the slight gleam in those gray eyes.
I grabbed his hand and led him into the bathroom. Then I turned on the shower. We undressed each other and stepped under the warm water. We washed each other as if we were trying to wash away the last year of our lives. I felt all of his pain and his love with each stroke.
“Baby, I love you,” I said as I lathered his back with soap. He stepped closer under the water.
“I love you so much, Dutch, I—”
“Shh, shh, let’s just have this moment.” We finished washing each other in the shower for a moment. The silence in the room was understood. We stood face-to-face.
I rubbed his arm to sooth him as he searched my facial expression for answers. “Let’s not talk, please. I just want to make love to you. After that, then all of the questions we have can be answered.”
“Okay, baby, I have missed you like nobody’s business,” he said with his hard dick trying to bust from the opening in the towel.
His arms wrapped me up so fast I could hardly catch my breath or balance myself as we made the short stroll that seemed like it was forever over to the bed. He sat me down gently. He held me so tenderly, gently placing kisses on my lips.
“I want this moment to last forever, Dutch. I love you and missed the hell out of you.”
I stared intensely into his eyes. I wanted him to know what this moment meant to me. I gently stroked the side of his face. “You don’t know how I dreamed of this day, this moment. Kajaun, you are my everything. The nights I woke up in a cold sweat calling your name . . . Every time I would hear a song that we listened to, I thought of you, and my heart broke over and over and ov—” The tears streaming down my face interrupted my words.
“I got you. I’m here now,” he said as he kissed my lips.
I gave him every inch of me. Anything I felt that would hold me back from making love to my rib, I pushed it to the back of my mind and released it. He stood up and reached out for me to join him. We stood face to almost face. He kissed my lips once more, then watched lustfully as my towel hit the floor. “Damn, you still sexy as fuck, shorty.” He took my hand and spun me around like a ballerina. He made sure every inch of me was in full view.
Then he planted small kisses on my stomach, a peck here and a peck there. He used his tongue to make a trail down to my navel. Then to my pelvic region. Right above my kitty. He was teasing me. The softness of his lips on my skin caused the flow of wetness to drench my panties. I had to restrain myself from shoving his face right into my pussy. Instead, I thrust my pelvic closer to his face. He continued his kisses around every area but the spot. “Be patient, baby. I want to savor you, every inch of you.”
He laid me back on the bed, then stood over me, watching and licking his lips. Then he lowered himself, and with one swift motion, no more teasing, no inhaling, he just plunged his face right in between my thighs. He sounded like a hungry animal devouring his prey as he slurped and sucked on my clit.
“Oh my God, Flex . . .” I could hardly catch my breath. He played with my clit with the tip of his tongue, first at a fast pace, then slower. It felt like he was writing each letter of the alphabet on my clit with his tongue. The euphoric feeling was better than I remembered it. I grabbed a firm hold of my breasts and squeezed them together, licking them as he pleasured me into a mind-blowing nut. “Oh. Oh . . . yes . . . baby . . . Lick your pussy. All of this is yours,” I panted seductively into the air.
I placed my hands around his head to get some relief, but he grabbed them and held them down at my side, locked in place. I tried squirming and moving my hips to get some relief from his tongue assault. But it was to no avail. He just sucked and licked longer and deeper. All the last year with his frustration and pain, missing me, I felt it in his love torture at this moment. “Flex, ba . . . baby . . . Please, no more. I c-a-n’t take it. Oh . . .” I moaned as he worked me into another long and strong orgasm.
He finally released me and kissed my trembling body. His face was soaked with all of my sweet nectar. He leaned up to kiss me. I loved the taste of my own juices as our tongues danced inside of each other’s mouths. I kissed him on the neck making passion marks as I trailed farther down his neck. I nibbled on his ear, savoring every inch of him as we passionately kissed until I ended up on top of him. I straddled him. I gave him a wicked smirk, ready to have his toes curling and body stiff from pleasure.
“Damn, Dutch, I want this. Fuck that; I want that pussy.” He glared at me intensely as I worked my body downward toward his stomach. I placed the tip of my tongue on top of his mushroom-shaped head. I teased and tickled the tip with my tongue. His massive, hard dick throbbed, and my pussy was ready to jump on top of him and work him like a light switch, but I maintained my pace. I circled the long main vein with my tongue, licking it as if it were a melting ice-cream cone. My saliva and his precome filled my mouth. He thrust deeper as I fought against the gag reflex. I relaxed my jaw muscles and increased the suction around the middle of his dick, working it up and down, side to side. I worked my head like a jackhammer up and down on his rock-hard love pole; then I slowed my pace enough to hear him moan with pleasure.
I sucked harder and bobbed my head a little deeper down on his dick until it was touching my tonsils. I felt his hands grab the sides of my head firmly as his body began to shake and his hips swirled and twisted. “Mmm . . . mmm . . . aw . . . yeah . . . sl . . . sll . . . That’s it right there.” His passionate moans echoed through the room. I gave him the best head ever. I missed him. I wanted him so deep inside of me that he could use my throat to get there; that’s how much I loved him.
“Ah, yes, ba . . . baby, take this dick.” His voice gave me a burst of energy. I worked his shaft steady and long until I felt his body begin to shake. “Ah . . . Ah . . . Yes! Yes!” his loud, passionate release rang out throughout the room. His warm, creamy nectar sprayed the back of my throat. I didn’t ease up the
pace, though. Instead, I worked him like a hungry lioness devouring her prey. I didn’t stop until I swallowed every drop he had to offer and sucked him dry.
“Damn, baby, you really missed me, didn’t you?” he said out of breath, panting hard. I lay next to him. Finally, I felt like my other half was found, and now, I could get back to who I am and what made me.
“Baby, all I know is this is real, and I wish we could lie here in each other’s arms forever, but our son needs us.” I peacefully lay in his arms drifting to our forever love. I relaxed a little more and began to run my hands up and down his limp anaconda. Once I hit the right spot, he was ready once more. We started hungrily invading each other’s mouths once more. I wanted him inside of me. The feel of his body pressed against mine had me so wet. He held me so close to him as he positioned himself on top of me. He spread my legs as he kissed my neck slowly. Biting and gently sucking my neck, the feel of his warm breath on me caused a lone tear to slide down my cheek. He pulled back just a little.
“You okay? Am I hurting you, love?”
“Baby, I’m fine. I’m just happy I have you back. I never thought this day would come.”
“Believe that, baby, and trust me, I’m never leaving you, us, again,” he said as he grinded his hips and his anaconda found a warm, wet, nesting spot. Once he felt my juices seep down, he thrust a little more until I felt him touching my G-spot.
“Aaah . . . yes . . . ba . . . ba . . . by, take all this pussy; please take me. I love you, Flex. I fuckin’ love you.”
He filled up every part of me. The more he moved his hips, the deeper he touched the bottom of my love hole. I didn’t want him to stop, but the passion in me screamed to meet him with each thrust, moan, and then he released. I scratched his back as I winced from the pain and pleasure of every inch he rammed inside of me. I released loud, passionate screams in the air. I didn’t care who heard me. I arched my back. “Aaah . . . Aaah . . . yes . . . umm . . . yes.” I wrapped my legs around him. The headboard was moving and banging ferociously against the wall. A year’s worth of pinned up frustration and want came rushing out as we released. In unison, we mixed our sweet love juices. He came inside of me, and I poured my love onto his anaconda. I didn’t know what was next. I knew I didn’t want this moment to end, though. We lay spent, holding each other as we drifted off in a euphoric bliss.
