King David leaned forward and rubbed his hands together and paused for a moment before he continued to speak. “To my understanding you did in fact take that package to my loyal buyer in New York, but I also am under the impression that you added your own small fee on top of that. Am I correct? You charged another thirty thousand on top of the forty that my buyer is accustomed to, and to justify this you threw my name in the mix to ensure that you got your extra money.”
Juan and Marcus were quiet, not knowing what to say. They didn’t think that their little hustle would ever come back to King David.
“You know, you would have gotten away with it had it not been for my buyer calling me, upset because I upped my prices without any warning. Imagine my surprise, especially knowing that you two were the ones who brokered the deal. In order to keep the peace I paid them back what you took, which means you two are sitting before me in debt, what, ten thousand dollars. So where is my money?”
Juan and Marcus were so shocked that their mouths were slightly open. Juan recuperated sooner, though, and decided to take matters into his own hands.
“Fucking nigger, I’m not paying you shit! We should have killed you a long time ago!”
Juan reached for his waist, but before he could pull his weapon, King David grabbed a switchblade that was taped to the bottom of his desk, and he threw it with force and expertise. Blood gushed out of Juan’s mouth and his neck where the knife had lodged itself. He fell to the ground gripping his neck, shaking violently, and choking on his own blood.
“Juan!” Marcus jumped up but he didn’t have a chance. King David had already stood up and come around the desk. He landed a hard right hook to Marcus’s jaw, a left to his nose, and an uppercut to his gut.
“Oomph!” was the sound Marcus made when all the wind was knocked out of him.
“You boys lost me money,” King David said from behind where Marcus had crumpled to the floor. “So now you will pay for it with your lives.”
He grabbed Marcus’s face with both of his hands and, with one swift motion, cracked his neck with no remorse. When he stood up he looked down at his handiwork and shook his head.
“And I just got new carpets.” He sighed and reached for the throwaway cell phone in the pocket of his suit. He dialed a number and put it to his ear. “Please send a cleanup crew to my office quickly. Be discreet; my children are here.”
With that he hung up the phone, turned off the light to his office, and made his exit like he hadn’t just committed a double homicide.
David Jr. waited almost five minutes before he so much as moved. It felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest; and he couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed with his own two eyes. He breathed hard and tried to get himself to calm down before he stepped out of the closet. Finally he got his wits about him and got the courage to push the door open. He was glad that the lights were off because he was sure he couldn’t stomach the sight of the dead men in the room with him. He hurried to the office door and yanked it open. Once he was out of there he shut the door behind him and made a break for the elevator. He pressed the DOWN button so many times he was sure he probably broke it. When the doors opened in front of him again he tried to run into the elevator, but he crashed into somebody.
“Dang, David Jr.! Watch where you’re going!”
Day looked at David Jr. and saw the fear in his eyes. She also noticed that his hands were shaking, and she looked curiously at him. “What’s wrong with you?”
“N
. . .
nothing. Let’s go eat.”
“But I wanna see Daddy’s office!”
“No!” he shouted a little louder than he had intended to. “I mean, no. We need to go downstairs.”
He pushed her back into the elevator and hurried up and pressed the button to the first floor. He was relieved when the elevator began to move; and he stood away from Day, trying to get his thoughts to stop going so fast. He had heard the rumors of what his father did, but a part of him never believed it. He thought his father was just a man who made money from the businesses that he ran. Now he was sure that everything he’d ever heard about his father was true. Some people called him the boogeyman. He disagreed with that. The boogeyman didn’t have a thing on King David.
“You’re acting weird,” Day said, waving her hand in front of her brother’s eyes.
“Just leave me alone.”
They finally reached the ground floor and made their exit. They made their way to the dining area where King David sat waiting for them at a table with two empty seats.
“There you are! Where were you two?” He eyed them suspiciously when they got to the table. His eyes lingered on David Jr., who couldn’t seem to look him in the eye.
Day wasn’t sure what was going on, but something told her not to tell her dad that they were on the third floor. “We were on the second floor going through all the dance floors,” she lied, and took her seat. “Huh, David Jr.?”
“Yeah,” David said and sat down in front of his plate. “We were on the second floor.”
King David eyed them more suspiciously but didn’t say anything else; he just motioned to their food. “Well, dig in! Your mother will kill me if she found out I didn’t feed you after a long day out!”
David Jr. remembered that as one of the toughest meals to stomach.
“Ay, foo’!”
David Jr. looked up from the computer he was sitting at and grinned when he recognized the voice that had interrupted his studies. “What’s good, Ro!” He stood up to greet his best friend, Roland Gray, with a handshake.
“What’s good? What’s good ain’t in this computer lab! Do you ever take a break?”
“I was just tryin’a clear my head, that’s all,” David Jr. said and then peeped that his boy was dressed like he was about to step out. “I see you got fly. What’s going on tonight?”
“Shit, just a frat party up the street. You should slide through with me!”
David Jr. contemplated it for a second before smiling and nodding. “A’ight, coo’. Let me go to the crib first and get dressed.”
“Nah, for real,” Ro joked, peeping his boy’s sweats. “’Cause I’m not rolling to where bitches is gon’ be at with a dusty nigga.”
“Fuck you.” David Jr. laughed. “Follow me to my crib and I’ll drive.”
Chapter 3
Day sat before the vanity mirror in her room and smiled at her reflection. She knew she was beautiful and she didn’t need anybody to remind her. The shiny mocha-colored lip gloss accented her full lips perfectly and she batted her natural, long eyelashes.
“Whenever you’re done admiring yourself I got something else that would love your attention,” a voice behind her said.
She averted her eyes in the mirror and looked at the half-naked man lying down on her king-sized bed. He was stroking his erect manhood and staring back at her seductively. She smirked and licked her lips at him before standing up from her stool to join him in bed. On her body she wore only a matching pink lace bra and panty set, with a cream-colored silk robe draping from her right shoulder. She got to the foot of the bed and climbed on. She sat on her knees, undid her robe, and began to tease her watcher.
“Tony, do you like it when I”—she used her perfectly manicured hands to rub her full breasts—“touch myself?”
“Yeah,” Tony said and looked thirstily at her hands going down her toned stomach to her crotch. He was a muscular man with pecan brown skin, a beard that stayed perfectly trimmed, and a baby face that kept him out of trouble . . . for the most part. He was one of her father’s hired hands, which was how they met.
“Do you want to hear how wet I am, baby?” Day asked and when he nodded his head yes she slid her panties to the side and exposed her fat pussy lips and her swollen clit. She began to roll the middle finger on her right hand on it in a circular motion, pleasuring herself before she slid it inside of her. “Mmmm!”
“Yeah, baby,” Tony said. He was enjoying the scene before him and could not wait to dive into her gushy goodness. “Just like that. Damn, you sound so wet!”
Day fingered herself almost to the point of climax, but then she stopped. She bit her lip and looked at his penis standing at attention. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yeah.”
“Mmmkay, but first you have to do something for me,” Day said, sliding the robe completely off of her shoulders. “I want you to rip my bra and panties off, and fuck me like you hate me. Can you do that? I want you to make me scream, Tony.”
Tony’s eyes lit up at the request. Ever since he had first laid eyes on Day he knew she was a freak, but he never knew exactly how much of a freak she was until that very moment. He removed his boxers completely and sat up so that he could comply with her request. He used one of his buff arms to wrap around her slim waist while the other grabbed a handful of her natural, straightened hair. He leaned in to kiss her but she put a finger to his lips.
“Kiss me everywhere but my mouth,” she said sweetly; but there was something about her tone that told Tony that she was serious.
Instead of making a big deal out of it he did as he was told and put his tongue on her neck. He licked and sucked it so good she had tingles surging through her body. Without warning he gripped her bra and ripped it from her body. The snap stung but it accented the mood and Day moaned loudly and bit her lip. Cupping her breasts Tony massaged the areolas with his thumbs before popping them in his mouth at the same time. He suckled on them like he needed milk from them, causing her to throw her head back in ecstasy. His left hand found its way to her warm pussy and he moaned softly when he felt how wet she was.
“Take these off,” he grunted and ripped them off too.
“Tssss,” she hissed at the sting.
“Lay your ass down,” Tony said and flipped her over on her back and reached to the nightstand for a condom. He opened it and slid it on with one hand, barely giving Day a chance to catch her breath. “Fuck you like I hate you, huh?”
Day didn’t have time to respond when she felt him ram his full thick eight inches deep inside of her. She was dripping so it didn’t take much force to get all inside but still it came as a shock.
“Ahhh!” she cried out. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
He pounded in and out of her love box, wetting the sheets under them. He sucked and bit on her neck while one hand pinched her nipple. He enjoyed the way she threw it back up at him, making all of his thrusts even more powerful.
“This is some good pussy!” he yelled, clenching the pillow under her head with his free hand. “Get on top.”
That was exactly what she hoped that he would request. She couldn’t lie; he was putting it on her so good she almost forgot why he was there in the first place. She let him switch their positions and she straddled him. She slid down on him slowly, watching his face twist in pleasure. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her plump behind, and as she rode him she made her cheeks jump one at a time. She was trying to get him to bust soon but she felt herself coming to a climax. Her clit started to tingle and she knew it was almost that time so she rode harder and faster.
“Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!” she moaned. “I’m about to come. I’m about to come!”
“Me too,” Tony said, holding on to her waist tightly and mashing her down on his throbbing shaft. “Come with daddy, baby.”
It only took two more pumps for Day to squirt all over his stomach and for him to shoot his homeless children into the condom. Day’s body was shaking from the force of the orgasm and from the looks of it Tony seemed as if he was about to pass out. Not wanting to miss her opportunity Day stood up from the bed and kicked Tony’s pants by the door so that he would not have easy access to them. She grabbed her robe from the bed and put it on.
“That was some good pussy, girl,” Tony said, covering his face with his hands. “You have gold between those legs of yours. I have never nutted in under twenty minutes before today.”
“Good,” Day said and waltzed back over to the black vanity. She slid the top drawer open and grabbed the shiny 9 mm pistol from it. “Seeing as how that was the last nut you will ever bust in your life.” She aimed the gun at him and laughed at his shock.
“Yo, what the fuck? Why you playin’ with me, girl?” Tony’s eyes widened at the sight of the gun. He looked down on the ground for his pants and his own weapon but saw that they were nowhere close. “What’s going on, Day?”
“Now it’s ‘what’s going on, Day?’” Day mocked him. “Boy, did you think I was really interested in you? You ain’t shit but a flunky who works for my daddy. Word on the street, though, is that you’re the one who let them cats from Staten Island in at Club Low when they started shooting.”
Tony’s jaw clenched and he didn’t say anything. That let Day know that she was correct. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. That night cost them a lot of lives, and a couple of feds were on their necks. King David couldn’t move the way that he wanted to because too many eyes were on him and it was all Tony’s fault. Not only had he set that up, word on the streets was that he was working with the feds to get enough information about the illegal portion of King David’s business, and that couldn’t happen. They would all go to prison for life, so Day made it her personal job to fix the problem.
“You fucking bitch,” Tony spat as it dawned on him what was happening. “You set me up.”
“And got some dick while doing so.” Day smirked.
“You can’t kill me,” Tony boomed boldly and actually stood up. “As soon as you pull that trigger your crib will be swarming with feds.”
“Awww,” Day crooned, stepping to the side, not wanting him to get close to her. “That’s cute, you think you have leverage. But let me tell you something, baby boy: you remember when we were at the restaurant? And you set the jacket to your suit behind your chair? Our waitress was a hired hand. She removed that little tracker you were wearing when she served our food. Feds-ass nigga.”
Day couldn’t help herself. She fired her weapon and caught him in the shoulder. Tony yelled out in pain but Day wasn’t done. She ran up on him and hit him in the face with her left fist. When he stumbled she pulled the trigger again, this time catching him the gut.
“My father worked too fucking hard to get us to where we are at for a pussy-ass nigga like you to stop us!”
He fell on the ground holding tightly on to his wounds, gasping for air; but Day didn’t care if none found its way to his lungs. She stomped his face with her bare foot and spat down at him.
“Die,” she said coldly and emptied the clip in his face.
When she was done with him he was not recognizable. She calmly set the gun down on her vanity and made a phone call on her TracFone.
“Hey, Marlin,” she said sweetly when her father’s old friend answered. “Yeah, Daddy’s been real good. David Jr. and I have been too. Listen, I have a little situation at my house. I need a cleaner team as soon as possible. And can you please make sure they have the color carpet I like this time? Thanks!”
* * *
“I told you all the bitches were gon’ be here!”
Roland and David Jr. stood in the midst of what looked to be a wild college party going on before them. The atmosphere was exactly what David Jr. needed to take his mind off of his seemingly difficult life. As soon as he had stepped into the building he noticed that many of the “bitches,” as Roland had referred to them, had eyes trained on the two of them instantly. It wasn’t an uncommon thing; the two handsome young men were what most women called “pretty boys.” It never failed; most of their outings together ended with at least one of them getting some play.
“Hi, David,” a pretty redhead cooed, stopping in front of him.
David Jr. recognized her face as one that was in a college class of his. He couldn’t deny that she was beautiful, but David Jr. was one who wasn’t really down with the swirl. He loved his black sisters too much to ever even think about crossing that line. Even if it was just sex, he felt as if he was betraying the woman who birthed him. He also felt that if things ever went too far a white woman would never fully be able to understand him. Instead of indulging too much in the girl’s conversation, David Jr. gave her a small smile and head nod before walking away. He felt slightly bad for embarrassing her in front of her friends but that was better than leading her on.
He and Roland made their way to the living room area of the frat house, but before David Jr. was able to get comfortable he connected eyes with someone who had no business even looking his way. Sheila Braxton was a caramel female with a big chest and an even fatter ass. She subtly licked her lips his way and he had to chuckle because he had literally seen her hanging off of her boyfriend Lucas’s arm when he had first entered the party. She was watching him as an eagle would watch its prey and there was something about the way her eyes were on him that made him rise in his 501 Levi jeans.
“Ay, I’m gonna see what they’re on over there,” Roland told him, pointing to a table where a group of people were playing beer pong.
“All right,” David Jr. said, not taking his eyes off of Sheila.
Damn, she thick,
he thought when Roland left. He eyed her curiously when she began making her way over to him. Instinctively he looked around to see if Lucas was close by. The last thing he wanted to do was get into a fight with a man over his bitch when she was being thirsty.
“What’s up, DJ?” she purred into his ear when she sat next to him on the couch. He could smell the liquor on her breath; however, that wasn’t enough for him to avert his eyes from her.
“Who is DJ?” David Jr. asked, raising an eyebrow. “You can call me David Jr.”
“Ohhh.” She giggled. “Feisty! I like that. Okay, David Jr., what’s up?”
“Nothing, just chilling. Where your man at?”
“Why you worried about him?”
“Because you’re lookin’ at me like you want this dick, and I’m not tryin’a have no problems because of a bitch.”
“Bitch?” Shelia pouted, and David Jr. couldn’t tell if she was playing or if she was serious.
“My bad, Sheila,” he said, trying to clean up his words. “You know what I mean, though. You and Lucas are tight. What you on?”
“Well,” she said, and grinned at him devilishly. “There are vacant rooms upstairs, so if you’re down I’m tryin’ to be on you.”
David Jr. grinned at her words and licked his lips. On the lowest of keys he had been wanting to know what it felt like to dig all up in her guts for a while, but Lucas was always all up in the mix. He usually was the type to respect a relationship; but she was basically throwing herself at him, and the liquor in his system was blocking his conscience.
“What about Lucas?”
“That nigga probably somewhere around here chasing one of these white girls,” she said and grabbed his hand. “Come on. Let’s go upstairs.”
Without thinking he stood up with her and followed her to one of the staircases that led to the upstairs part of the house. Everyone was so busy drinking and chasing women that their exit wasn’t even noticed. David Jr. couldn’t help it. On the way up the stairs he reached and squeezed Sheila’s soft, plump apple bottom. Once they had made it up the staircase and hit a corner he pinned her up against the wall and put his hand under her blouse so that he could squeeze her breasts. Using his thumb and pointer finger he massaged one of her nipples and ground his crotch into hers.
“Mmm,” she moaned softly, feeling herself get moist. “I heard you were a freak, too.”
“Shut up,” David Jr. said and lifted her shirt up. His mouth met the nipple he was playing with and he sucked it like he was thirsty.
He was beginning to feel the couple of shots he had downstairs start to take effect and the only thing he wanted to do was satisfy the bulge in his pants. He used his other hand to go between her legs and under her skirt. Barely surprised that she wasn’t wearing any panties, he used his middle finger to massage her clit, causing her to squirm uncontrollably.
“Wait,” she breathed, pushing him back some. He thought she was having second thoughts but when she nodded toward one of the bedrooms he knew that she was still game. “Let’s go in there. I don’t want someone to see us fucking in the hallway.”