Chapter 6
“Let him go,” I ordered.
Semiyon untied the rope being used to secure the wrists of our captive behind his back. As soon as he was free, he pulled the tape from his mouth and began shouting. I recognized him immediately, but who he was didn’t matter to me.
Not too long after Russell arrived at Rue’s house, we got a 911 text. Those texts meant it was time to go to work, doing what we did best. Semiyon delivered the captive, and typically, I did the rest.
“You niggas gon’ pay for this shit. Do you know who I am?” he shouted.
“We know you like to hit women,” I said calmly.
“What? Is that what this bullshit is about? That bitch?—”
“Her name is Sidney, muthafucka!” I growled between clenched teeth before punching him in the gut.
“Uhh!” he groaned, doubling over.
“I’m gon’ let you catch your breath, but I wanna see if you can beat my ass like you beat Sidney’s.”
He stood to his full height, which was a couple of inches shorter than my six-foot-three frame, and smirked.
“Let’s do it, and when I beat your ass?—”
It was time out for talking, so I punched the nigga dead in his mouth. He recovered quickly and charged at me. I stepped to the side, causing him to fall to the floor.
“Clumsy ass nigga. Get the fuck up!”
He staggered to his feet, and I gave him an opportunity to square up and swing first. I swiftly dodged his fist and undercut him. When I made contact with his chin, I hit him so hard he lost his balance and fell against the wall.
“I see why you only hit women. You’re a bitch! Get up!”
It took him a little longer to get on his feet this time, and when he did, I no longer showed him mercy. I beat his ass like he deserved, pounding his face with my fist repeatedly.
“That’s enough!” Russell shouted.
I felt a set of hands on my shoulders, pulling me away.
“Chill, man,” Semiyon urged.
I shook their hands from my shoulders and stood over the weak ass nigga who got his rocks off by beating women.
“This is the only warning you’ll get. Next time, your face gon’ be on the front of a T-shirt.”
I turned and walked away.
“Drop him off in front of their building,” I said before leaving with Russell right behind me.
“Damn, nigga! I thought you was gon’ kill his ass,” he said.
“He deserves to die, and he still might if he puts his hands on Sidney or any other woman again.”
“He’s been warned.”
I got into the passenger side of my truck, and Russell drove us back to Rue’s house to pick up RJ.
“Shit. I should’ve probably stopped by the spot and cleaned myself up before coming back here,” I said as he parked in front of the house.
“Why? Rue ain’t checking for you.”
His comment pinched a nerve, but he wasn’t lying.
“You right. Let’s go get RJ.”
Russell rang the doorbell, and Violet opened the door less than a minute later.
“Hey, you’re just in time. I think the boys are finally winding down. Come in.”
We went inside, slipped our shoes off, and followed her to the family room. The boys were on the couch with their eyes glued to the TV.
“RJ, it’s time to go,” Russell announced.
“Aww, man. The movie is almost over. I wanna see the end.”
“How much time is left?” I asked.
“About twenty minutes. There’s pizza left if you’re hungry.”
Russell looked at me, and I shrugged.
“RJ, we’ll be in the kitchen. Come get us as soon as the movie is over.”
“Okay, Uncle Russ.”
“Where are your sisters?” Russell asked.
Violet laughed. “If you mean Rose, she’s upstairs. Second room on the left.”
My brother smiled as he snatched two pieces of room temperature pizza and a napkin then disappeared.
“The microwave is?—”
“I’m good. I ate before we left.”
“What happened to your hands?”
I looked down and saw dry blood on my knuckles. “Nothing, but can I use the bathroom?”
“Sure. It’s around the corner, and Rue’s room is upstairs. First room on the right.”
“Thank you, but I didn’t ask where her room was.”
She smiled. “I know.”
I shook my head and left her alone in the kitchen. Once in the bathroom, I scrubbed my forearms and hands as I thought about paying Rue a visit.
“Knowing her ass, she’ll shoot me,” I mumbled.
I headed back to the kitchen but paused as I neared the stairs. Without giving it too much thought, I crept up the stairs and stopped at the first door on the right. I pressed my ear against the door and heard the TV. Slowly, I turned the doorknob and opened the door.
The light from the TV illuminated the room just enough for me to see her silhouette. I expected her to be watching TV or asleep, not playing with her pussy.
“Mmm,” she moaned causing my dick to stiffen.
I quietly closed and locked the door and crept to the foot of her bed. Watching her dip her fingers in and out of her pussy made my mouth water. I held back for as long as I could before intervening.
“Move your hand,” I sternly whispered, scaring her.
She snatched her hand away from her center so damn quick, I was surprised she didn’t throw her shoulder out.
“Oh my God! What are you—how did you—Why are you here?”
Ignoring her questions, I asked, “Who’s on your mind, Rue?”
“Huh?”
“Are you thinking about me? Is that why you playing in that pussy?”
“Huh?”
I grabbed her ankle and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She gasped but didn’t resist.
“Does my presence make you forget how to use your words, Rue?”
“You…you should—Oh shit!”
I buried my face between her thighs and swiped my tongue over her pussy. She palmed the back of my head and pressed it into her mound.
“That’s a good girl,” I mumbled against her lips.
As I dipped two fingers into her slippery, tight hole, I sucked on her clit.
“Oh my God! Rocky, please.”
“Whatchu want, baby?” I asked as my lips brushed against hers.
“Make me cum!”
“Say less.”
I shifted into go mode and ravished her pussy. Her moans became loud, and she grabbed a pillow and covered her face to muffle the sounds. I wanted to hear her but understood her dilemma. There was a house full of people, and we didn’t need them in our business.
She didn’t have to tell me when she was cumming because I felt her pussy contracting around my fingers. However, I was caught off guard when my face was showered with her juices.
“Damn, you taste good,” I praised.
Her chest heaved up and down as she caught her breath. I stood and snatched the pillow from her face. When our eyes connected, she quickly looked away and covered her face with her hands.
“You need to leave,” she mumbled.
“You didn’t want me to leave a few minutes ago.”
“I’ve come to my senses and want you to leave.”
I hadn’t decided if I’d pursue her, but her attitude made the decision easier. Instead of going back and forth with her, I left.
The following evening, the executive members met for our bi-weekly meeting. We usually discussed our administrative tasks and upcoming events first, but Joe, the club’s enforcer, had other plans.
“Did y’all know he was a Rider?” he asked.
“Not when we got the call, but I recognized him right away,” I replied.
“You should’ve aborted the mission.”
“Nah, fuck that. The girl he was beating was Noel’s cousin. She ain’t but twenty years old, and Noel found out he’s been beating her ass for a few months.”
Noel was a new club member, having joined about four months ago. He’d quickly proved himself useful to Mayhem, and Semiyon took him under his wing. When he found out his cousin was being abused, Semiyon was his first call.
“We don’t give verbal warnings anymore?” Joe questioned.
“Noel, show him the pictures.”
Noel took out his phone, pressing and swiping the screen a few times before giving it to Joe. As soon as Joe’s eyes landed on the first picture, he frowned. His expression became angrier with each picture he saw.
“Shit! Was this nigga trying to kill her?” he asked.
“So, you understand why I had to do what I had to do?” I questioned.
“I’m surprised you didn’t kill the nigga.”
“Like I told Russ, that’s still a possibility. It depends on how he moves moving forward.”
“My bad for questioning you, but you realize you’ve started a war, right?” Joe continued.
“It’s possible, but I don’t think the Riders want to go down that road. We have more members, more resources, and the police force on our side. It wouldn’t be wise of them,” I said.
“Hold on,” Pastor Marvin, our chaplain, said. “Did y’all forget we don’t war with other clubs? Mayhem ain’t about that life anymore. It’s been over a decade since the last time we had an open conflict with another club. Our purpose now is to build the community, not tear it down.”
“While I agree with you, Pastor, we do what needs to be done. If the Riders want smoke, we’ll light the match,” Russell said.
“The match was lit when you beat the shit out of one of theirs. It’s only a matter of time,” Joe acknowledged.
“I suggest we get ready,” I replied.
Everyone agreed, and we moved on to our administrative tasks. An hour later, the meeting was adjourned, but the thought of a war brewing was heavy on my mind.