Murderville 2: The Epidemic (26 page)

Dahlia pulled her hair up into a ponytail and eyed him
sexily as he watched her retreat to her room, hoping that he would follow.

Po shook his head and let his body fall down on the couch. For some reason he couldn’t resist Dahlia. Telling her no was damn near impossible. He had hoped that sending her back to Africa would be the answer to his problems, but now that Omega had died things had changed. She was going to be around, and if she could get the diamonds he would be working hand in hand with her. He would have to tread lightly to keep the two women in his life in balance. Of course, Liberty came first, but Dahlia was hard to turn away, especially when she knew how to make him feel so good.

TWENTY-TWO

THE KNOCK ON HER DOOR WAS INEVITABLE,
and her heart beat quickly as she slowly stood. The La Perla silk robe she wore was feminine, sexy. It hugged her body in all the right places and left everything to the imagination. Dahlia was a master seductress and knew that it was more appealing for a man to wonder what lay underneath than for her to lay it out on the table. That’s where other women fucked up. They were too sexual. There was no chase. Dahlia was like a rabbit at a dog race. You had to chase her around the world before you got the prize for catching her.

Dahlia strutted in six-inch heels until she reached her front door. She smiled seductively as she pulled it open. She knew exactly who had come knocking. She was expecting him. In fact, she had boldly invited him.

“Hello, Zulu,” she greeted, staring Omega’s old connect in the eyes with deep sincerity. “Thank you for coming.”

“No problem, Dahlia. One of my best men has fallen. You were his wife. There is no way I would not have come to your aid when you called upon me. What do you need? Money?” he asked.

Dahlia shook her head, declining the money offer. “I need diamonds,” she whispered in his ear as she gripped the collar of his white button-down shirt. “And I’ll do anything to get them.”

Zulu’s eyes opened to the size of small saucers as the tip of her tongue wet his ear. He wasn’t used to this aggressive nature in a woman. Most women in Africa were too afraid to be so pushy with a man; even their husbands didn’t get to experience the inner freak that dwelled inside of them. Zulu turned to the two suited men that stood behind him. They stood stone faced and obedient. Zulu never went anywhere without protection. He cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed by Dahlia’s flirting. He had a wife and children at home. He kept his playthings hidden from all eyes, so the fact that Dahlia had come onto him in front of his guards didn’t please him.

“Check the house, and then wait for me in the car,” Zulu ordered.

The men pushed past Dahlia, and she stepped back, crossing her arms as the two men quickly went through her entire home, securing the area.

“There’s no one here. It’s all clear,” one of the men announced.

“Then leave me,” Zulu replied.

The men exited, and Dahlia stepped toward Zulu and
stood directly in front of him. Zulu turned around as if he were about to leave, and then out of nowhere, he spun back, slapping the taste out of Dahlia’s mouth.

The salty taste of blood filled her mouth as a slight cut formed in the corner of her lips. She wiped it away with the back of her hand, and then pressed her lips against Zulu’s.

Zulu roughly pushed her back against a wall. He shoved with such force that her head put a crack in the drywall. She winced in pain, but then her mouth fell open in pleasure as he held her hands above her head with one hand while molesting her neck with his tongue. Zulu’s large, chiseled body easily overpowered Dahlia as he tore open her robe with his free hand.

“You want to throw the pussy at me? Now I’m going to take it,” Zulu said. His voice was so deep that his words sounded animalistic, as if he were growling in her ear.

“You don’t have to take it, Zulu. I’m giving it to you,” Dahlia whispered in pants of ecstasy as he slid two fingers inside of her. He removed his fingers and dipped them into his mouth, closing his eyes as he savored her sweet nectar. Dahlia pulled out a condom from her bra and opened it with her teeth. “Put it on,” she said.

“Mmm,” he moaned. Hurriedly he unzipped his pants and let them fall around his ankles. His dick was mandigo hard and was the largest, thickest, juiciest piece of male flesh that Dahlia had ever experienced. He slid the condom on anxiously, then lifted her and pulled her ass
cheeks apart as he sat her on his crotch, inserting himself inside of her.

“Oooh!”

The moan escaped her lips against her will as he fucked her against the wall. Her pussy ached in a good way as he roughly pounded her out. Dahlia could tell that he wasn’t being fucked at home. At home, he was being forced to make love, but here inside of Dahlia’s lair, he was in true form. At the essence of his being he was an animal.

Man.

Lion.

Conqueror.

He was all these things with only one mission on his mind—to bust his nut. He commanded Dahlia’s body, sucking her huge black nipples as he hit the back of her womanhood. She had to admit he was working her over. This was the best sex she ever had in her life. Zulu was twenty years her senior and was seasoned in the art of pleasing a woman. He removed his erect penis from her and got on his knees to taste her. He spread her pussy lips outward and ran his hot tongue up her walls, causing her knees to buckle. He pulled her waist down, causing her to sit on his face as he devoured her.

Dahlia’s legs shook uncontrollably. Zulu had no limits. He stuck his tongue in her rear and warmed her there as well, sending Dahlia into convulsions. He knew every button to push, as if he had designed her body himself. Dahlia looked down and noticed that he was stroking his
manhood, his black, firm hand moving up and down on his rod. The visual alone took Dahlia to the point of no return and her orgasm came down. She melted into his mouth.

Dahlia climbed off of him and grabbed his hand, leading him to the couch.

“Turn around,” she whispered. He did as he was told and Dahlia put her knee between his legs to spread them and bend him over the couch. Then she got on her knees and licked the crack of his ass. She reached around and grabbed his dick, slowly masturbating him as she let her tongue please his backside.

When she felt his rod begin to pulsate, she knew that the rumors of homosexuality were true. She had overheard Omega saying that Zulu liked to have sexual relations with some of his soldiers, and there was no doubt in her mind that this was a fact. She reached under a couch cushion and grabbed the strap-on dildo. Quickly, she placed it in the rim of his rectum.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Zulu asked as he turned around and grabbed Dahlia by the neck.

“Relax, baby. It’s just you and me here. I want to make you feel
real
good,” Dahlia whispered. She put the dildo in her mouth and licked it seductively. Then she put her hands on his shoulders and turned him back around, bending him over once again. “Relax,” she coached.

Dahlia stuck the dildo up Zulu’s ass, and he yelped in pleasure as he threw it back for her. Dahlia wanted to burst into laughter.
This big gay-ass nigga,
she thought as she
rammed him anally. He masturbated as she played with his anus until he couldn’t take it any longer.

“Ah! Ah!” he moaned as he shot his load off, his semen so backed up that it flew out of the tip of his dick.

Dahlia stepped back, and then picked up her robe. She slowly redressed, waiting for him to turn around and face her.

Zulu looked at Dahlia, and she stared him in the eyes. The look of lust she wore earlier was replaced by a look of determination. She had let him have his fun, now it was her turn to get what she wanted.

“Now let’s talk,” Dahlia said. “I need diamonds, and I need them at a better price than what you were giving to Omega.”

Zulu laughed as he stepped into his pants.

“And why would I do that? You know that diamonds are not a woman’s game, and the price is the price. I was giving Omega a good deal,” Zulu said.

“You were raping Omega. He was stupid enough to pay top dollar, but I want the discount. You see, you will do business with me, and you will give me the deal of a lifetime,” Dahlia said with a sneaky smile.

“Oh really? Now, tell me why would I do that? That tight little pussy isn’t
that
good,” Zulu said arrogantly.

“Let me show you something,” Dahlia said as she walked over to the entertainment system and grabbed a remote control. She pressed a button, and instantly, Zulu’s image came up on her seventy-inch television screen. His loud moans echoed through the house as the sexual escapade they just had played before him.

“You bitch! You recorded me!” Zulu said as he stormed toward her.

“Uh-uh!” Dahlia warned. “This system is hooked up to the Internet. I press one button, and it goes viral. The fact that you like to get butt fucked will have 1,000,000 views on YouTube by next week. Imagine the look on your wife’s face when she sees this. What about your soldiers? Your business partners? Who will respect you after this?” Dahlia was like Picasso when it came to the art of blackmail. She had mastered that craft.

Zulu wanted to snap her neck, and he breathed like a bull as he contemplated her words.

“If you supply me with the diamonds you never have to worry about this seeing the light of day,” she said. “But my deal is only good for a few more seconds. In fact, I upload this video in 5, 4, 3, 2—”

“Okay!” Zulu yelled. “You have yourself a connect!”

Zulu stormed out of her house, and Dahlia smiled to herself. Po wouldn’t be able to resist having her by his side when he found out the deal that she had just brokered.

*    *    *

“How did you get Zulu to lower the price?” Po asked excitedly as Dahlia stood in front of him. She knew that she was playing a dangerous game with such a powerful man. As long as she was in Africa, Zulu’s reach would be far, so to ensure her safety, she hopped on the first flight back to L.A. to deliver the news to Po in person.

“If I told you, I’d have to slit your throat in your sleep,”
she said coyly. Her mind flashed to Omega’s murder briefly, and she smiled because Po didn’t know the truth behind her words.

“You’re the shit, ma!” Po said as he hugged her, lifting her from her feet and spinning her around.

Liberty walked into the room and frowned in confusion. “What’s going on now?” she asked.

Po put Dahlia down and couldn’t contain the smile on his face. “Dahlia’s a fucking genius.”

“I thought you were staying in Africa,” Liberty said.

“Nah, ma,” Po answered for her. “I need her here now. She’s in L.A. permanently. Help her get comfortable.”

Liberty was slightly taken aback by Dahlia’s presence. She was looking forward to the idea of living alone with Po, and she felt as if Dahlia was intruding into their lives.
Stop being selfish. She just lost Omega,
Liberty scolded herself.

“Of course,” Liberty said. “I’m so sorry about Omega. I can’t even imagine how you must be feeling.”

“Thank you, cousin. How are you?” Dahlia asked.

Liberty rubbed her stomach and said, “I can’t see the baby bump yet, but I definitely feel it. I’m sick all the time. They should call morning sickness, all-day sickness.”

“Aww, poor baby. Well, now that I’m back, I’ll have to take care of you. I know Po is busy with business so you must be lonely all the time,” Dahlia said, sneakily pointing out one of Po’s flaws.

Liberty shook her head and went to Po’s side. “Actually, he hasn’t left my side since he found out.”

Po leaned down to kiss her, and Dahlia saw red. Vomit and bile rose up in her mouth, but she was able to swallow it down and keep the fake smile plastered on her face. Seeing Po so affectionate to Liberty made Dahlia sick to her stomach. She knew that she would have to break their bond. It seemed as though Liberty’s pregnancy had brought them closer together, and Dahlia wasn’t about to let some bastard child stand in the way of what she wanted. The baby had to go.

*    *    *

Rocko sat in the leather chair across from Po’s desk silently thinking about the repercussions to his actions. His head hung low and his fingers were intertwined as Po’s order rang in his ear. Rocko had never questioned Po’s actions before, but this time it didn’t feel right. What Po wanted Rocko to do felt wrong.

“You know I’ve never second-guessed you, my nigga, but I have to ask you . . . are you
sure
about this?” Rocko asked.

Po nodded his head. “The nigga got to go. Rock his ass to sleep and make sure he feels it,” Po instructed.

Rocko stood and locked hands with Po, but doubt filled his mind. He had never had a conscience before, but his gut was telling him to protest against Po’s rule. But being the loyal goon that he was, he kept his mouth shut and headed out of the house. He went to his car and hopped in the driver’s side.

“Everything good?” Ayo asked.

Rocko nodded. “Yeah, fam. Everything’s one hunnid. He
just added a job for me. I got to meet this nigga under the Santa Monica pier.”

“Let’s do it,” Ayo replied.

Rocko nodded his head to the beat of Drake’s latest hit as he guided his car through the city traffic. “Yo, roll up for me, bro. Let’s blaze one,” Rocko said.

Ayo pulled a blunt out of the glove box and replied, “You left me waiting so long at Po spot I rolled one while I was passing time.” Ayo lit the blunt and took a deep pull before passing it to Rocko.

Rocko hit the cush-filled cigarillo as smoke filled the car.

“You got family back in Africa, Ayo? A bitch and some kids?” Rocko asked, feeling the effects of the blunt.

“You stateside mu’fuckas real loose with your lips,” Ayo said with a laugh. “I don’t refer to my woman as a bitch. I have someone back home, and we have one son together. I’m applying for citizenship here, and then plan to bring them here when shit is established. This street game ain’t forever for me, Rocko. As soon as my ducks are in order, I’m making my exit and living right.”

“I feel you,” Rocko replied. “I’m in it until the casket drop. That’s why I don’t keep no steady hoes.”